8 O cleanse me from my secret faults; 9 So, stainless in my Maker's sight, 10 So may the musings of my heart, 19 1 PSALM XIX. L. M. WATTS. THE heavens declare Thy glory, Lord, In every star Thy wisdom shines; 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, 3 Sun, moon, and stars convey Thy praise 4 Nor shall Thy spreading gospel rest, 5 Great Sun of righteousness, arise, 6 Thy noblest wonders here we view, 20 1 PSALM XIX. D. L. M. ADDISON. HE spacious firmament on high, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, The unwearied sun, from day to day, 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 3 What though in solemn silence all ; "The hand that made us is divine !" Declares the glories of Thy name; There Thy rich works of wonder shine; A thousand starry beauties there, Of boundless power and skill divine. 2 From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light Lectures of heavenly wisdom read; With silent eloquence they raise Our thoughts to our Creator's praise, And neither sound nor language need, 3 Yet their divine instructions run Far as the journeys of the sun, And every nation knows their voice: The sun,like some young bridegroom dress'd, Breaks from the chambers of the east, Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice, 4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad, But fairer is Thy book of grace. 5 I love the volumes of Thy word; Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 6 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes, And gives a free but large reward. 7 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain: Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read Thy book of grace, And book of nature, not in vain. 22 PSALM XX. 7.6.7.6.7.7. N the day of thy distress, CONDER. In the hour when dangers press, 2 May thy prayers and offerings rise, Granted be thy heart's request; 3 Thy success our hearts shall cheer; Will our grateful trophies rear Go beneath His guardian care, 23 1 2 PSALM XXIII. S. M. THE HE Lord my Shepherd is, He leads me to the place WATTS. 3 5 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim; And guides me in His own right way, For His most holy name. While He affords His aid Though I should walk through death's My Shepherd's with me there. In spite of all my foes, Thou dost my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head. 6 The bounties of Thy love Shall crown my following days; Nor from Thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak Thy praise. 24 PSALM XXIII. C. M. 1 M WATTS. Shepherd will supply my need, In pastures fresh He makes me feed, He brings my wandering spirit back, And leads me, for His mercy's sake, 3 When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay; A word of Thy supporting breath 4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes, |