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Psalm 15. C. M.

Verse 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,7.
ORD, who's the happy man that may

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;
Whose geu'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 clotb'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 secui'd.

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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;
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 alUseeing 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.

NO change of times shall ever shock
My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
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 moan,

Who graciously inclin'd his ear,
And heard me from his lofty throne.

Psalm 19. C. M:

Verse 1 to 4.

THE 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 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.
Verse 1 to 6.

THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,
The Lord's her fulness is;
The world aud 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, bis 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 'et me not be put to shame
Nor let my foes rejoice.

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