Still cause thy face on us to fhine,
And guard and guide us ftill as thine.

4

Give us, within this facred house
Again to pay our grateful vows:
Or, if that blifs no more be known,
Give us to meet around thy throne.

D.

PSALM LXXXII.

National humiliation.

1 GREAT GOD of armies, bend the skies, And hear our humble earnest cries;

Lo, Britain bows before thy face
In all her coafts, and asks thy grace.

2 Our guilt might draw thy judgments down, On ev'ry shore, on ev'ry town;

But view us, Lord, with pitying eye,
And lay the lifted thunder by.

3 Thine is the land, and thine the main;
Without thee human powers are vain;
Forgive the follies of the times,

And cleanse our isle from all its crimes.

4 Oh may no heaven-provoking fin Within our camps or navies reign,

No

No foul reproach to banish thence

God, our fure hope and best defence.

D.

PSALM LXXXIII.

God the author of our comforts, our deliverances and our hopes.

I GREAT fource of life, our fouls confefs
The various riches of thy grace;
Crown'd with thy mercies we rejoice,
And in thy praife exalt our voice.

2 By thee the vault of heaven was spread:
By thee the earth's foundations laid;
This humble fcene of man's abode.
Reveals a wife and gracious God.

3 Thy quickening hand reftores our breath
When panting on the verge of death;
Gently it wipes away our tears,
And lengthens life to future years.

4 By thee bestow'd, by thee restor'd,
Our lives are due to thee, O Lord;
And while our hours renew their race
We'll spend them all in wifdom's ways.

5 So when at length by thee we're led
Thro' unknown regions of the dead,
With joy, triumphant, fall we move
To feats of nobler life above.

PSALM LXXXIV.

The Sabbath.

1 LORD of the fabbath, hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thine houfe; And own, as grateful facrifice,

The fongs which from thy churches rife.

2 Thine earthly fabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
Thy fervants to that rest aspire
With cheerful hope and warm defire.

3 There languor fhall no more opprefs;
The heart fhall feel no more distress;

No

groans fhall mingle with the fongs That dwell upon immortal tongues.

4 No anxious cares fhall there annoy ;
No confcious guilt disturb our joy;
But every doubt and fear fhall cease,
And perfect love give perfect peace.

D.

D.

PSALM LXXXV.

PSALM LXXXV.

Imitation of the Lord's prayer.

I FATHER of all, belov'd and fear'd
By those who dwell before thy throne,
So be thy name, on earth, rever'd,
So let thy will, on earth, be done.

2 Lord, make our daily wants thy care;
Forgive the fins which we forfake;
In thy compaffion let us share,
As fellow-men of our's partake.

Thy kind protection we implore;

For thine's the kingdom, thine the power,
And thine the glory evermore.

PSALM LXXXVI.

Brotherly love.

I O GOD, our father, and our king,
Of all we have or hope the spring,
Prepare us for thy courts above,
And form our fouls to heavenly love.

2 May we from every act abstain

That hurts, or gives our neighbour pain;

And

And every fecret wish suppress

That would abridge his happiness.

3 Still may we feel ourselves inclin'd
To be the friends of all mankind,
To seek their safety, health, and ease,
Their virtue and eternal peace.

4 With pity let our breaft o'erflow
When we behold a brother's woe,
And bear a fympathizing part
With all who are of heavy heart.

5 And when another's comforts raise
His foul to God in pious praise,
Teach us to count his mercies ours,
And join his praise with all our powers.
6 Let love throughout our conduct shine,
An image fair, tho' faint, of thine :
Thus fhall we Chrift's difciples prove,
And fons of thee, the God of love.

PSALM LXXXVII.

Providence of God.

1 'TIS GOD conducts the varying scene Of life's mistaken ill and good;

With steady hand, and eye ferene,

He forms the bleft viciffitude.