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2 If I am rais'd to bear the sword,

I'll take my counsels from thy word;
Thy justice and thy heavenly grace

Shall be the pattern of my ways. 3 Let wisdom all my actions guide,

And let my God with me reside :
No wicked thing shall dwell with me,

Which may provoke thy jealousy.
4 No sons of slander, rage and strife,
Shall be companions of my life;
The haughty lo

the heart of pride,
Within my doors shall ne'er abide.
5 [I'll search the land, and raise the just

To posts of honour, wealth and trust;
The men that work thy holy will,

Shall be my friends and favourites still.] 6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise

By flatt'ring or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,

The bold offender shan't be spar'd. 7 The impious crew,

that factious band,
Shall hide their heads, or quit the land;
And all that break the public rest,
Where I have power, shall be suppress'd.

PSALM 101.-C. M. (*)

A psalm for a master of a family. 1

O justice and of grace I sing:
Thy grace and justice, heavenly King,

Teach me to rule my house.
2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,

And make thy servart wise ;

I'll suffer nothing near me there

That shall offend thine eyes. 3 The man that doth his neighbour wrong,

By falsehood or by force,
The scornful eye, the sland rous tongue.

I'll thrust them from my doors. 4 I'll seek the faithful and the just,

And will their help enjoy;
These are the friends that I shall trust

The servants I'll employ.
5 The wretch that deals in sly deceit

I'll not endure a night :
The liar's tongue I'll ever hate,

And banish from my sight. 6 I'll purge my family around,

And make the wicked flee;
So shall my house be ever found

A dwelling fit for thee.

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PSALM 102..1st Part C. M. [b] Ver. 1—19, 20, 21, A prayer of the afflicted, 1

O God, nor hide thy face,

H But answer, Test'I


Hast thou not built a throne of grace,

To hear when sinners cry?
My days are wasted like the smoke

Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,

And sinking in despair,
3 My spirits flag, like withering grass,

Burnt with excessive heat;
In secret groans my minutes page,

And I forget to eat.

de As on some lonely building's top

The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope,

I sit and grieve alone.
My soul is like a wilderness,

Where beasts of midnight howl;
There the sad raven finds her place,

And there the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears

Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,

Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woes,

And tears are my repast;
My daily bread like ashes grows

Unpleasant to my taste,
& Sense can afford no real joy

To souls that feel thy frown; Lord, 'twas thy hand advanc'd me high,

Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My locks like wither'd leaves appear;

And life's declining light
Grows faint as evening shadows are,

That vanish into night.
10 Lut thou forever art the same,

O my eternal God!
Ages to come shall know thy name,

And spread thy works abroad,
11 Thou wilt arise and shew thy face;

Nor will my Lord delay
Beyond th' appointed bour of grace,

That long expected day.

12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,

And by mysterious ways
Redeems the prisoners doom'd to die,

And fills their tongues with praise.

PSALM 102.2d Part. C. M. (*)

Ver. 13-21.
Prayer heard, and Zion restored.

Behold the promis'd hour!
Her God hath heard her mourning voice,

And comes t'exalt his power. 2 Her dust and ruins that remain

Are precious in our eyes ;
Those ruins shall be built again,

And all that dust shall rise. 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,

And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,

And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sovereign on his throne,

With pity in his eyes; He hears the dying prisoners groan, ! And sees their sighs arise 5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death;

And when his saints complain,
It shan't be said that praying breath

Was ever spent in vain. 6 This shall be known wben we are dead,

And left on long recond, That ages yet unborn may read,

And trust, and praise the Lord.

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PSALM 102.-L. M. [b] Ver. 23-28. Man's mortality and Christ's

eternity; or, saints die, but Christ and the church live.

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Weakens our strength amidst the rice; Disease and death, at his command,

Arrest us, and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,

Nor let our sun go down at noon;
Thy years are one eternal day,

And must thy children die so soon ? 3 Yet in the midst of death and grief,

This thought our sorrow shall assuago;
* Our Father and our Saviour live:
“ Christ is the same through every ago
'Twas he this earth's foundation laid,
Heaven is the building of his hand;
This earth grows old, these heavens shall"

And all be chang'd at his command. [fade, 5 The starry curtains of the sky,

Like garments, shall be laid aside :
But still thy throne stands firm and high

Thy church forever must abide.
6 Before thy face thy church shall live,

And on thy throne thy children reign;
This dying world shall they survive,
And the dead saints be rais'd again.

PSALM 103.-1st Part. L. M. *] Ver. 1-7. Blessing God for his goodness to

soul and body.
LESS, O my soul, the living God,
Call home thy thoughts that rove




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