2 [I hate to walk, I hate to sit
With men of vanity and lies;
The scoffer and the hypocrite
Are the abhorrence of mine eyes.]
3 Among thy saints will I appear,

With hands well washed in innocence;
But when I stand before thy bar,
The blood of Christ is my defence.

4 I love thy habitation, Lord,

The temple where thine honors dwell
There shall I hear thy holy word,
And there thy works of wonder tell.

5 Let not my soul be joined at last
With men of treachery and blood,
Since I my days on earth have passed
Among the saints, and near my God.

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FIRST VERSION. V. 1-6.

The church is our delight and safety.
1 THE Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation too:

God is my strength, nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.

2 One privilege my heart desires;
O grant me an abode,

Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God!

3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy beauty still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will.

4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,
There may his children hide;
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.

5 Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around;

And songs of joy and victory
Within thy temple sound.

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SECOND VERSION. V. 8, 9, 13, 14.

Prayer and hope.

1 SOON as I heard my Father say,-
'Ye children, seek my grace;'
My heart replied without delay,-
'I'll seek my Father's face.'

2 Let not thy face be hid from me,
Nor frown my soul away;
God of my life, I fly to thee,
In a distressing day.

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3 Should friends and kindred near and dear,
Leave me to want or die,

My God would make my life his care,
And all my need supply.

4 My fainting flesh had died with grief,
Had not my soul believed,

Thy grace would soon provide relief;
Nor was my hope deceived.

5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.

THIRD VERSION. V. 7, 8, 10.

The orphan's refuge in God.

1 WHEN my cries ascend to thee,
Hear, Jehovah! from afar;

Let thy tender mercies be

Still propitious to my prayer.
When thou bad'st me seek thy face,
Quickly did my heart reply,
Resting on thy word of grace,-

'Thee I'll seek, O Lord most high!'

2 Should the world deceitful prove,
And no more its help I share;
Though decayed a mother's love,
Though withdrawn a father's care;
Then Jehovah's guardian eye
Shall my orphan state defend,
Shall a parent's place supply,-
He, my guardian, father, friend.

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FIRST VERSION. V. 6, 9.

Deliverance from temptations.

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1 BLESSED be the Lord, who heard my prayer,
The Lord my shield, my help, my song,
Who saved my soul from sin and fear,

And tuned with praise my thankful tongue.
2 In the dark hour of deep distress,
By foes beset, of death afraid,
My spirit trusted in his grace,

And sought, and found, his heavenly aid. 3 O blest Redeemer of mankind!

Thy shield, thy saving strength, shall be
The shield, the strength, of every mind,
That loves his name, and trusts in thee.
4 Remember, Lord, thy chosen seed;
Israel defend from guilt and wo;
Thy flock in richest pastures feed,
And guard their steps from every foe.

5 Zion exalt, her cause maintain,

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With peace and joy her courts surround:
In showers let endless blessings rain,
And saints eternal praise resound.

SECOND VERSION. V. 1, 3, 6, 7.

Deliverance from evil companions.

1 TO thee, my King, my God of grace,
I lift my humble cry;

Let not my poor desponding soul
With impious wretches die.

2 With honeyed lips, and guileful tongue,
They charm the young astray,
And lure their heedless feet to death,
Along the flowery way.

3 For me they dug the secret pit,
And formed the hidden snare ;
Thoughtless I followed where they led,
Nor saw destruction near.

4 My heart, with agonizing prayer,
Besought the Lord to save;

Unseen he seized my trembling hand,
And brought me from the grave.

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5 He broke the charm which drew my feet
To darkness and the dead;

From lips profane, and tongues impure,
With quivering steps I fled.

6 Homeward I flew to find my God,
And seek his face divine;
Restored to peace, to hope, to life,
To Zion's friends, and mine.

7 [My lips thy wondrous works shall sing,
My heart adore thy grace;
Henceforth be love my sweet employ,
And all my pleasure praise.]

1 GIVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and power;
Ascribe due honors to his name,

And his eternal might adore.

2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud
Over the ocean and the land:
His voice divides the watery cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.

3 He speaks-and tempest, hail, and wind,
Lay the wide forest bare around:
The fearful hart, and frighted hind,
Leap at the terror of the sound.

4 To Lebanon he turns his voice,

And lo, the stately cedars break;
The mountains tremble at the noise,
The valleys roar, the deserts quake.
5 The Lord sits sovereign on the flood,

The Thunderer reigns forever king;
But makes his church his blest abode,
Where we his awful glories sing.

6 In gentler language there the Lord
The counsels of his grace imparts;
Amid the raging storm, his word
Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.

L. M.

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SECOND VERSION. V. 1-5, 7—11.

1 GIVE glory to God in the highest; give praise,
Ye noble, ye mighty, with joyful accord;
All-wise are his counsels, all-perfect his ways;

In the beauty of holiness worship the Lord."

2 The voice of the Lord on the ocean is known, The God of eternity thunders abroad;

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The voice of the Lord, from the depth of his throne, Is terror and power;-all nature is awed.

3 At the voice of the Lord, the strong cedars are bowed,

And towers from their base into ruin are hurled ; The voice of the Lord, from the dark-bosomed cloud,

Dissevers the lightning in flames o'er the world. 4 The voice of the Lord, through the calm of the wood, Awakens its echoes, strikes light through its caves; The Lord sitteth King on the turbulent flood;

The winds are his servants,-his servants the

waves.

5 The Lord is the strength of his people; the Lord
Gives health to his chosen, and peace evermore;
Then throng to his temple, his glory record;
But Oh! when he speaketh-in silence adore.

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FIRST VERSION. V. 1–5.

Divine deliverances in sickness.

1 I WILL extol thee, Lord, on high,
At thy command diseases fly;

Who but a God can speak and save
From the dark borders of the grave?
2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,
And tell how large his goodness is;
Let all your powers rejoice, and trace
The wondrous records of his grace.
3 His anger but a moment stays;

His love is life and length of days;
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning star restores the joy.

SECOND VERSION. V. 2-5.

1 O LORD my God, oppressed with grief,
To thee I breathed my cry;.

Thy mercy brought divine relief,
And wiped my tearful eye.

L. M.

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