Psalm XXXIV. God's Care of His Saints. 1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble, and in joy, The praises of my GoD shall still 2 Of His deliv'rance I will boast, From my example comfort take, 3 0! magnify the LORD with me, 4 The hosts of GOD encamp around 5 O! make but trial of His love; How bless'd they are, and only they, 6 Fear Him, ye saints; and you will then Make you His service your delight; Psalm XXXVI. Saints' interest in God's Attributes and Providence. 1 O LORD, Thy mercy, my sure hope, 3 Since of Thy goodness all partake, 4 Such guests shall to Thy courts be led, 5 With Thee the springs of life remain ; O! let Thy saints Thy favour gain; Psalm XXXVII. Direction and Protection for the Righteous. 1 THE good man's way is GoD'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 are; Their roughest days in peace shall end: 3 GOD to the just will aid afford: 1 Psalm XXXIX. Mortality of Man.-Vanity of the World. TEACH me the measure of 2 A span is all that we can boast, Man is but vanity and dust In all his flow'r and prime! 3 See the vain race of mortals move 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show; Amass for heirs, they know not who, 5 What should I wish or wait for then, 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, I give my mortal int'rest up, 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! 2 But shall Thy hand, severely just, 3 When with rebukes Thy justice hies Crush'd, like the moth, his beauty dies; 4 Then let my cries arrest Thine ears, While, weeping in this vale of tears, 5 A stranger on this distant shore From stage to stage I go: As all my fathers were before, 6 O! grant me, LORD! a kind reprieve; Psalm XL. Deliverance from great Distress. 1 I WAITED meekly for the LORD, 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. cry. 3 The wonders He for me has wrought 4 Who can the wondrous works recount The pow'r of numbers, speech, and thought. 5 For those who humbly seek Thy face, |