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Then shall mj song, with praise inspire),
To thee, my God, ascend, Who to thy servant in distress,
Such bounty didst extend.
Psalm 15. C. M.
Verse 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,7.
To thy blest courts repair 1 Not stranger like to visit them, But to inhabit there 1
'Tis he, whose every thought and deed
By rules of virtue moves;
The thing his heart disproves.
Who never did a slander forge
Or hearken to a false report,
Who vice, in all its pomp and pow'r,
Can treat with just neglect, And piety, though clotb'd in rags,
Who to his plighted vows and trust
Has ever firmly stood;
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 secui'd.
Psalm 16. C. M.
Verse S, 6, 8, 9.
Y lot is fall'n in that blest land, Where God is truly known; He fills my cup with lib'ral hand, "lis he supports my throne.
In nature's most delightful scene
My happy portion lies;
All other lands outvies,
Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord,
And private counsel still afford
I strive each action to approve
To his alUseeing eye;
Because he still is nigh.
Therefore my heart all grief defies,
My glory does rejoice;
Wak'd by his pow'rful voice.
Psalm 18. L. M.
NO change of times shall ever shock
Thou my deliv'rer art, my God,
Thou art my shield from foes abroad,
To thee I'll still address my pray'r,
So shall I, by thy watchful care,
To heav'n I made my mournful pray'r,
Who graciously inclin'd his ear,
Psalm 19. C. M:
Verse 1 to 4.
THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord,
The dawn of each returning day
From darkest night's successive rounds
Their pow'rful language to no realm
Or region is confin'd;
Alike by all mankind.
Their doctrine does its sacred sense
Whose bright contents the circling sun
Psalm 23. C, M,
THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord,
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;
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 Qod doth thus his wond'rous love
Through all my life extend, That life to him I will devote,
And in his temple spend.
Psalm 24. C. M.
THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,
He fram'd and fix'd it on the seas,
And his Almighty hand,
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,
Who honest poverty prefers
This, this is he, on whom the Lord
Whom God, bis Saviour, shall vouchsafe
Psalm 25. S. M.
TO God, in whom I trust,