Psalm XXIV, The Ascension of Christ. 1 OUR LORD is risen from the dead! 2 There His triumphal chariot waits, 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold th' ethereal scene; He claims the mansions as His right: Receive the King of Glory in. 4 Who is the King of Glory? who? 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, 6 Who is the King of Glory? who? The LORD of glorious pow'r possest; The King of saints and angels too, GOD over all, for ever blest. Psalm XXVII. The Church our Delight and Safety. 1 THE LORD of glory is my light, God is my strength, nor will I fear 2 One privilege my heart desires; Among the churches of Thy saints, 3 There shall I offer my requests, 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, 5 Now shall my head be lifted high And songs of joy and victory Psalm XXVII. Secking God with Prayer and Hope. 1 SOON as I heard my Father say, My heart replied without delay, 2 Let not Thy face be hid from me, 3 Should friends and kindred near and dear Leave me to want, or die, My GOD would make my life His care, 4 My fainting flesh had dy'd with grief, To see thy grace provide relief, 5 Wait on the LORD, ye trembling saints, Psalm XXX. On recovering from Sickness. 1 I WILL extol thee, LORD, on high: Who but a GoD can speak and save 2 Sing to the LORD, ye saints of His, 3 His anger but a moment stays; 4 But I forgot Thine arm was strong, My health was gone, my comforts dy'd. 5 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe, Psalm XXXII. A guilty Conscience eased by Confession. 2 While I keep silence, and conceal 3 I spread my sins before the LORD, Make swift addresses to Thy seat: When floods of huge temptations roll, There shall they find a blest retreat. 5 How safe beneath Thy wings I lie, When days grow dark, and storms appear! And when I walk, Thy watchful eye Shall guide me safe from ev'ry snare. Psalm XXXIII. Saints invited to praise the Creator. 1 YE saints! rejoice; the work of praise 2 Let ev'ry harp it's tribute bring, 3 Sing to the LORD, with cheerful might, For GOD's all-gracious Word is right, 4 His love to earth's remotest verge He breathes-Heav'n's countless orbs emerge 5 When from the wild chaotic flood He call'd the solid land, He spake 'twas done-and fast it stood 6 Tremble, O earth!. beneath His nod; But-blest are they whom such a GoD |