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Then shall my song, with praise inspir'd,
To thee, my God, ascend,

Who to thy servant in distress,
Such bounty didst extend.

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ORD, who's the happy man that may
To thy blest courts repair ?

Not stranger like to visit them,

But to inhabit there?

'Tis he, whose every thought and deed
By rules of virtue moves;
Whose gen'rous tongue disdains to speak
The thing his heart disproves.

Who never did a slander forge

His neighbour's fame to wound;
Or hearken to a false report,
By malice whisper'd round.

Who vice, in all its pomp and pow'r,
Can treat with just neglect,
And piety, though cloth'd in rags,
Religiously respect.

Who to his plighted vows and trust
Has ever firmly stood;

And, though he promise to his loss,
Will make his promise good,

The man who by this steady course.-

Has happiness insur'd,

When earth's foundation shakes shall stand, By Providence secur'd.

Psalm 16. C. M.

Verse 5, 6, 8, 9.

MY lot is fall'n in that blest land,

Where God is truly known;

He fills my cup with lib'ral hand,
"Tis he supports my throne.

In nature's most delightful scene
My happy portion lies;

The place of my appointed reign
All other lands outvies,

Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord,
Whose precepts give me light,
And private counsel still afford
In sorrow's dismal night,

I strive each action to approve
To his all-seeing eye ;

No danger shall my hopes remove,
Because he still is nigh,

Therefore my heart all grief defies,
My glory does rejoice;

My flesh shall rest in hope to rise,
Wak'd by his pow'rful voice.

Psalm 18. L. M.

Verse 1, 2, 3, 6.

O change of times shall ever shock

For thou hast always been a rock,
A fortress and defence to me,

Thou

my deliv❜rer art, my God, My trust is in thy mighty pow'r; Thou art my shield from foes abroad, At home my safe-guard and my tow'r. To thee I'll still address my pray'r, To whom all praise we justly owe; So shall I, by thy watchful care,

Be guarded from my treach'rous foe, To heav'n I made my mournful pray'r, To God address'd my humble moạn, Who graciously inclin'd his ear,

And heard me from his lofty throne.

Psalm 19. C. M.

THE

Verse 1 to 4.

HE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord,
Which that alone can fill;

The firmament and stars express
Their great Creator's skill.

The dawn of each returning day

Fresh beams of knowledge brings;
From darkest night's successive rounds
Divine instruction springs.

Their pow'rful language to no realm
Or region is confin'd;

"Tis nature's voice, and understood
Alike by all mankind.

Their doctrine does its sacred sense

Through earth's extent display, Whose bright contents the circling sun Does round the world convey.

Psalm 23. C. M.

THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord,
Vouchsafe's to be my guide;

The Shepherd by whose constant care
My wants are all supply'd.

In tender grass he makes me feed,
And gently there repose;

And leads me to cool shades, and where
Refreshing water flows.

He does my wand'ring soul reclaim,
And to his endless praise,
Instruct with humble zeal to walk
In his most righteous ways.

I pass the gloomy vale of death,
From fear and danger free;
For there his aiding rod and staff
Defend and comfort me.

In presence of my spiteful foes
He does my table spread;

He crowns my cup with cheerful wine,
With oil anoints my head.

Since God doth thus his wond'rous love

Through all my life extend,

That life to him I will devote,
And in his temple spend.

THIS

Psalm 24. C. M.

Verse 1 to 5.

THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,
The Lord's her fulness is;

The world and they that dwell therein,
By sov'reign right are his.

He fram'd and fix'd it on the seas,
And his Almighty hand,
Upon inconstant floods has made
The stable fabric stand.

But for himself this Lord of all
One chosen seat design'd;
O who shall to that sacred bill
Deserv'd admittance find?

The man whose hands and heart are pure,
Whose thoughts from pride are free;
Who honest poverty prefers

To gainful perjury.

This, this is he, on whom the Lord

Shall show'r his blessings down, Whom God, his Saviour, shall vouchsafe With righteousness to crown.

Psalm 25. S. M.

Verse 1 to 7.

TO God, in whom I trust,

I lift my heart and voice;
O let me not be put to shame
Nor let my foes rejoice.

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