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PSALM 34. c. M.

The righteous encouraged to trust in God.
THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,

The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
Of his deliverance I will boast,
Till all that are distress'd
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.

O magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt his name;
When in distress to him I call'd,
He to my rescue came.

O make but trial of his love,
Experience will decide

How blest are they, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

Fear him, ye saints, and you will then
Ilave nothing else to fear;
Make you his service your delight,
Your wants shall be his care.

PSALM 36. L. M.

The perfections and providence of God.-v. 5, 6, 7, 9
1 HIGH in the heavens, eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break through every cloud,
That veils and darkens thy designs.

2 For ever firm thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.

3 Thy providence is kind and large, Both man and beast thy bounty share; The whole creation is thy charge, But saints are thy peculiar care. 4 My God, how excellent thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort springs! The sons of Adam, in distress,

Fly to the shadow of thy wings.

5 Life, like a fountain rich and free,
Springs from the presence of the Lord,
And in thy light our souls shall see
The glories promis'd in thy word.

PSALM 37. c. M.

-v. 23-25.

God's favour to the righteous.

1 MY God, the steps of pious men
Are order'd by thy will;

Though they should fall, they rise again,
Thy hand supports them still.

2 The Lord delights to see their ways,
Their virtue he approves;

He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace,
Nor leave the souls he loves.

3 The heavenly heritage is theirs,
Their portion and their home;

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He feeds them now, and makes them heirs
Of blessings long to come.

PSALM 39. VERSION 1. c. M.

The shortness and vanity of Life.

--v.4-7.

TEACII me the measure of my days.

Thou Maker of my frame!

I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.

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is all that we can boast,
A little point of time;
Man is but vanity and dust,
In all his flower and prime.
See the vain race of mortals move,
Like shadows o'er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all their noise is vain.

What should I wish or wait for then
From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.
Now I resign my worldly hope,
My fond desires recall;

I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my all.

PSALM 39. VERSION 2. L. M.

Man a pilgrim on the earth.-v. 4, 5, 12, 13.
O LET me, heavenly Lord, extend
My view to life's approaching end;
What are my days? A span
their line;

And what my age, compar'd with thine?
Our life advances to a close,

While yet its earliest dawn it knows;
Swift through an empty shade we run,

And vanity and man are one.

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God of our fathers! here as they,

We walk, the pilgrims of a day,

As transient guests, thy works admire,
And instant to our home retire.

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Spare us awhile, in mercy spare,
Our strength renew, our heart prepare;
Before life's circuit wander'd o'er,
Departing, we are seen no more.

PSALM 40. c. M.

Incarnation and Sacrifice of Christ.—v. 6—8. 1 THUS saith the Lord, "Your work is vain, "Give your burnt offerings o'er; "In dying goats and bullocks slain "My soul delights no more."

2 Then spake the Saviour, "Lo! I'm here, My God, to do thy will;

"Whate'er thy sacred books declare Thy servant shall fulfil."

3 And see, the blest Redeemer comes!
The eternal Son appears!

And at the appointed time assumes
The body God prepares!

4 No blood of beasts, on altars shed,
Could wash the conscience clean;
But the rich sacrifice he paid
Atones for all our sin.

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PSALM 41. L. M.

Charity to the poor.

BLEST, who with generous pity glows,
Who learns to feel another's woes;
Who to the poor man's want gives ear,
And wipes the helpless orphan's tear.
In every want, in every woe,

Himself thy pity, Lord, shall know;
Thy care his life shall guard, thy hand
To him shall give the promis'd land.
When languid with disease and pain,
Thou, Lord, his spirit wilt sustain ;
Raise with thine arm his sinking head,
And make in sickness all his bed.

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PSALM 42. PART 1. c. M.

God's presence desired.

AS pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,

So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;

O when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will employ

His aid for thee, and change thy sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

PSALM 42. PART 2. C. M.

God our hope in affliction.

AFFLICTION is a stormy deep,
Where wave resounds to wave:
Though o'er my head the billows roll,
I know the Lord can save.

The hand that now withholds my joys

Can yet restore my peace;

And he, who bade the tempest roar,
Can bid the tempest cease.

In the dark watches of the night
I'll count his mercies o'er;

I'll praise him for ten thousand past,
And humbly sue for more.

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When darkness and when sorrows rose,

And press'd on every side,

The Lord has still sustain'd my steps,

And still has been my-guide.