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1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,

In trouble, and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still

My heart and tongue employ.

2 Of His deliv'rance I will boast,

Till all that are distrest
From my example comfort take,

And charm their griefs to rest.

3 O! magnify the LORD with me,

With me exalt His Name;
When in distress to Him I callid,

He to my rescue came.

4 The hosts of God encamp

around The dwellings of the just : Deliv'rance He affords to all

Who on His succour trust.

5 O! make but trial of His love;

Experience will decide
How bless'd they are, and only they,

Who in His truth confide.

6 Fear Him, ye saints; and you will then

Have nothing else to fear:

you His service your delight;
He'll make your wants His care.

Psalm XXXVI. Saints' interest in God's Attributes and Proridence. 1 O LORD, Thy mercy, my sure hope,

The highest orb of Heav'n transcends; Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd scope

Beyond the spreading sky extends. 2 Thy justice, like the hills, remains ;

Unfathom'd depths Thy judgments are ; Thy providence the world sustains ;

The whole creation is Thy care. 3 Since of Thy goodness all partake,

With what assurance should the just Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make,

And saints in Thy protection trust! 4 Such guests shall to Thy courts be led,

To banquet on Thy love's repast; And drink, as from a fountain's head,

Of joys that shall for ever last.
5 With Thee the springs of life remain ;

Thy presence is eternal day:
O ! let Thy saints Thy favour gain ;
To upright hearts Thy truth display.

Direction and Protection for the Righteous.
1 The good man's way is Gop's delight;
He orders all the steps aright

Of him that moves by His command : Though he sometimes may be distress'd, Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd ;

For God upholds him with His hand,

2 Observe the perfect man with care,
And mark all such as upright ars;

Their roughest days in peace shall end :
While on the latter end of those
Who dare God's sacred will

A common ruin shall attend.
3 God to the just will aid afford :
Their only safeguard is the LORD;

Their strength in time of need is He:
Because on Him they still depend,
Their LORD will timely succour send,

Andfrom the wicked set them free.

Psalm XXXIX.

Mortality of Man.-Vanity of the World. 1 TEACH me the measure of my days,

Thou Maker of my frame; I would survey

life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.
2 A span is all that we can boast,

An inch or two of time;
Man is but vanity and dust

In all his flow'r and prime !
3 See the vain race of mortals move

Like shadows o'er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,

But all their noise is vain.
4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show;

Some toil for earthly store;
Amass for heirs, they know not who,

And straight are seen no more.

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5 What should I wish or wait for then,

From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,

And disappoint our trust.
6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,

My fond desires recal;
I give my mortal int’rest up,
And make

GOD my

all. Psalm XXXIX. Submission under Affliction.-Man a Sojourner. 1 SILENT I stood beneath Thy rod,

And silent still I'll stand :
Thy right I own-'twas Thou, my God!

I own Thy chast’ning hand.
2 But shall Thy hand, severely just,

To me destructive prove?
Oh ! from this feeble, dying dust

Thy vengeful stroke remove!
3 When with rebukes Thy justice hies

To close this wasting span, Crush'd, like the moth, his beauty dies ;

Such vanity is man!
4 Then let my cries arrest Thine ears,

Nor still Thy help deny!
While, weeping in this vale of tears,

Beneath thy hand I lie.
5. A stranger on this distant shore

From stage to stage I go: As all my fathers were before,

Short sojourner below!

6 O! grant me, LORD! a kind reprieve;

My gracious strength restore,
Till I this land of sorrow leave-

Go hence- and be no more!

Psalm XL.

Deliverance from great Distress.

1 I WAITED meekly for the LORD,

Till He vouchsaf'd a kind reply;
Who did His gracious ear afford,
And heard from Heav'n my humble


2 He took me from the dismal pit,

When founder'd deep in miry clay; On solid ground He plac'd my feet,

And suffer'd not my steps to stray. 3 The wonders He for me has wrought

Shall fill my mouth with songs of praise ; And others, to His worship brought,

To hopes of like deliv'rance raise.

4 Who can the wondrous works recount

Which Thou, O GOD, for us hast wrought? The treasures of Thy love surmount The pow'r of numbers, speech, and thought.

5 For those who humbly seek Thy face,

To joyful triumphs shall be rais'd ; And all who prize Thy saving grace,

With mé resound, The LORD be prais d.

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