PSALM XXV. 3d Part. Short Metre. [b] Ver. 15-22. Difirefs of foul; or, backfliding and defertion.

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MINE eyes and my defire

Are ever to the Lord;

I love to plead his promifes,

And rest upon his word.

Turn, turn thee to my foul;
Bring thy falvation near :

When will thy hand releafe my feet
Out of the deadly fnare?

When all the fovereign grace
Of my forgiving God

Reftore me from thofe dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod!

4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my wo:
My fpirit languishes, my heart
Is defolate and low.

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With every morning light
My forrow new begins;

Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my fins.

PAUSE.

Behold the hofts of hell!

How cruel is their hate!

Against my life they rife, and join
Their fury with deceit.

7 O! keep my foul from death,
Nor put my hope to fhme,
For I have plac'd my only truft
In my Redeemer's name.

8. With humble faith I wait
To fee thy face again;

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Of Ifrael it fhall ne'er be faid,
"He fought the Lord in vain."

PSALM XXVI. Long Metre. [*]

Self examination; or, evidences of grace.
UDGE me, O Lord, and prove my ways,

Jnd try my reins, and try my heart.
My faith upon thy promife ftays,

Nor from thy law my feet depart.

2 I hate to walk, I hate to fit,
With men of vanity and lies;
The fcoffer and the hypocrite
Are the abhorrence of mine eyes.
3 Amongst thy faints will I appear
With hands well wafh'd in innocence;
But when I ftand before thy bar,
The blood of Chrift is my defence.
4 I love thy habitation, Lord,

The temple where thine honours dwell;
There fhall I hear thy holy word,
And there thy works of wonder tell.
5 Let not my foul be join'd at laft
With men of treachery and blood,
Since I my days on earth have paft
Among the faints, and near my God.

PSALM XXVII. 1ft Part. Com. Metre. [x] Ver. 1-6. The church is our delight and fafety.

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HE Lord of glory is my light,

And my falvation too;

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

2 One privilege my heart defires :
O grant me an abode.

Among the churches of thy faints,
The temples of my God."

3 There fhall I offer my requests,
And fee thy beauty fill;
Shall hear thy meffages of love,
And there inquire thy will.

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When troubles rife and forms appear,
There may his children hide;

God has a frong pavilion, where

He makes my foul abide.

5 Now fhall my head be lifted high

Ahove my foes around,

And fongs of joy and victory

Within thy temple found."

PSALM XXVII. 2d Part. Com. Metre. [*]

Ver. 8, 9, 13, 14. Prayer and hope.

OON as I heard my Father fay,

"Ye children, feek my grace;"

My heart reply'd without delay, "I'll feek my Father's face." 2 Let not thy face be hid from me, Nor frown my foul away; God of my life, I fly to thee In a diftreffing day.

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 fupply.

4 My fainting flefh had dy'd with grief,
Had not my foul believ'd
To fee thy grace provide relief;
Nor was my hope deceiv'd.

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

PSALM XXIX. Long Metre. [*]

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Storm and thunder.

IVE to the Lord, ye fons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and power;

Afcribe due honours 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 fpeaks, and tempeff, hail and wind
Lay the wide foreft bare around;
The fearful heart and frighted hind
Leap at the terror of the found.
4 To Lebanon he turns his voice,
And lo, the ftately cedars break
The mountains tremble at the noife,
The vallies roar, the deferts quake.

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The Lord fits fovereign o'er the flood;
The Thunderer reigns forever king:
But makes his church his bleft abode,
Where we his awful glories fing.
6 In gentler language there, the Lord
The counfels of his grace imparts;

Amidst the raging form, his word

Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.

PSALM XXX. ft Part. Long Metre. [*] Sickness healed, and forrow removed.

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I WILL extol thee, Lord, on high,

At thy command difeafes fly;
Who but a God can fpeak and fave
From the dark borders of the grave?
2 Sing to the Lord, ye faints of his,
And tell how large his goodness is:
Let all your powers rejoice and bless,
While you record his holiness.

3 His anger but a moment flays;
His love is life and length of days;
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning ftar reftores the joy.

PSALM XXX. 2d Part. Long Metre. [b]
Ver. 6. Health, fickness, and recovery.

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IRM was my health, my day was bright, And I prefum'd 'twould ne'er be night: Fondly I faid within my heart,

"Pleasure and peace fhail ne'er depart." 2 But I forgot thine arm was ftrong, Which made my mountain ftand fo long; Soon as thy face began to hide,

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My health was gone, my comforts dy'd.
I cry'd aloud to thee, my God,
"What canft thou profit by my blood?
"Deep in the duft, can I declare

"Thy truth, or fing thy goodness there?
"Hear me, O God of grace, I faid,

"And bring me from among the dead :"
Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt,

Thy pardoning love remov'd my guilt.
5 My groans, and tears, and forms of wo,
Are turn'd to joy and praifes now;
I throw my fackcloth on the ground,
And eafe and gladness gird me round.
My tongue, the glory of my frame,
Shall ne'er be filent of thy name;

Thy praise fhall found through earth and heaven, For fickness heal'd, and fins forgiven.

PSALM XXXI. 1ft Part. Com. Metre. [*] Ver. 5, 13-19, 22, 23. Deliverance from death. NTO thine hand, O God of truth,

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My fpirit I commit;

Thou haft redeem'd my foul from death,
And fav'd me from the pit.

2 The paffions of my hope and fear
Maintain'd a doubtful ftrife,

While forrow, pain, and fin confpir'd
To take away my life.

3 "My times are in thy hand," I cry'd,
Though I draw near the duft;"

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Thou art the refuge where I hide,
The God in whom I trust.

4 O make thy reconciled face
Upon thy fervant fhine,

And fave me for thy mercy's fake,
For I'm entirely thine.

PAUSE.

5 ['Twas in my hafte my fpirit faid, "I muft defpair and die,

"I am cut off before thine eyes;"
But thou haft heard my cry.].

6 Thy goodness, how divinely free!
How wondrous is thy grace
To thofe that fear thy majefty,
And truft thy promises!

7 O love the Lord, all ye his faints,
And fing his praises loud;

He'll bend his ear to your complaints,
And recompenfe the proud.

PSALM XXXI. 2d Part. Com. Metre. [*]
Ver. 7-13, 18-21.

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Deliverance from flander and reproach.

M My God, my help, my truft;

Y heart rejoices in thy name,

Thou haft preferv'd my face fromn fhame,
Mine honour from the duft.