Chant.

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J. S. Smith.

1 O LORD, I unto thee do cry,
do thou make haste to me,
And give an ear unto my voice,
when I cry unto thee.

2 As incense let my prayer be
directed in thine eyes;
And the uplifting of my hands
as th' ev'ning sacrifice.

3 Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth, keep of my lips the door.

4 My heart incline thou not unto the ills I should abhor,

To practise wicked works with men that work iniquity;

And with their delicates my taste let me not satisfy.

5 Let him that righteous is me smite, it shall a kindness be;

Let him reprove, I shall it count

a precious oil to me:

Such smiting shall not break my head; for yet the time shall fall, When I in their calamities to God

pray for them shall.

6 When as their judges down shall be in stony places cast, [they Then shall they hear my words; for shall sweet be to their taste.

7 About the grave's devouring mouth our bones are scatter'd round, As wood which men do cut and cleave lies scatter'd on the ground.

8 But unto thee, O God the Lord,
mine eyes uplifted be:

My soul do not leave destitute;
my trust is set on thee.

9 Lord, keep me safely from the snares
which they for me prepare;
And from the subtile gins of them
that wicked workers are.

10 Let workers of iniquity

into their own nets fall,
Whilst I do, by thine help, escape
the danger of them all.

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PSALM CXLIV.

1 O BLESSED ever be the Lord,

who is my strength and might, Who doth instruct my hands to war, my fingers teach to fight.

2 My goodness, fortress, my high tow'r, deliverer, and shield,

In whom I trust: who under me my people makes to yield.

3 Lord, what is man, that thou of him dost so much knowledge take? Or son of man, that thou of him so great account dost make?

4 Man is like vanity; his days, as shadows, pass away.

I on a ten-string'd instrument
will praises sing to thee.

10 Ev'n he it is that unto kings

salvation doth send;

Who his own servant David doth
from hurtful sword defend.

11 O free me from strange children's hand whose mouth speaks vanity;

And their right hand a right hand is that works deceitfully.

12 That, as the plants, our sons may be in youth grown up that are;

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5 Lord,bow thy heav'ns,come down, touch the hills, and smoke shall they.

6 Cast forth thy lightning, scatter them; thine arrows shoot, them rout.

7 Thine hand send from above, me save; from great depths draw me out;

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And from the hand of children strange, Whose mouth speaks vanity;

And their right hand is a right hand that works deceitfully.

9 A new song I to thee will sing,

Lord, on a psaltery;

Our daughters like to corner-stones, carv'd like a palace fair.

That to afford all kind of store

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our garners may be fill'd; That our sheep thousands, in ou ten thousands they may yield.

14 That strong our oxen be for work that no in-breaking be,

Nor going out; and that our streets
may from complaints be free.

15 Those people blessed are who be
in such a case as this;
Yea, blessed all those people are,
whose God JEHOVAH is.