3 Thy constant care did safely guard My tender, infant days;
And thro' the dang'rous paths of youth Thou hast preserv'd my ways.
4 Then cast me not away, O Lord, When I with age decay;
Forsake me not, when, worn with years,
My strength shall fade away.
5 And as for me, my stedfast hope
Shall on thy pow'r depend;
And I in grateful songs of praise
My time to come will spend.
PSALM LXXII. L. M.
1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Doth his successive journies run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2 To Him shall endless pray'r be made,
And princes throng to crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With ev'ry morning sacrifice.
3 People and realms of ev'ry tongue,
Dwell on his Love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The pris'ner leaps to loose his chains; The weary find eternal rest;
And all the sons of Want are blest.
5 Let ev'ry creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King ;
Angels descend with songs again,
And Earth repeat the loud Amen!
PSALM LXXIII. C. M.
1 God my Supporter and my Hope,
My Help, for ever near,
Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair.
2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Thro' this dark wilderness;
Thy hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.
3 Were I in Heav'n without my God,
'Twou'd be no Heav'n to me:
And while this Earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.
4 What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint,
God is my soul's eternal Rock,
The strength of ev'ry saint.
5 Behold! the sinners that remove
Far from thy presence, die;
Not all the Idol-gods they love
Can save them when they cry.
6 But to draw near to thee, my God,
Shall be my sweet employ ;
My tongue shall sound thy works abroad,
And tell the world my joy.
PSALM LXXX. L. M.
1 O Israel's Shepherd, Joseph's Guide,
Our prayers to thee vouchsafe to hear;
Thou that dost on the Cherubs ride,
Again in solemn state appear.
2 Do thou convert us, Lord; do thou
The brightness of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,
Like scatter'd clouds shall pass away.
3 O Thou, whom heav'nly hosts obey,
How long shall thy fierce anger burn!
How long thy suffering people pray,
And to their prayers have no return!
4 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou,
The brightness of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,
Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.
1 O God of Hosts! the mighty Lord!
How lovely is the place
Where thou, enthron'd in glory, shew'st
The brightness of thy face.
2 My longing soul faints with desire
To view thy blest abode;
My panting heart and flesh cry out
For thee, the living God.
3 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee,
Their sure protection made;
Who long to tread the sacred ways,
That to thy dwelling lead.
4 They shall proceed from strength to stren
And still approach more near,
Till all on Sion's holy mount
Before their God appear.
5 For God, who is our Sun and Shield,
Will grace and glory give;
And no good thing will he withhold
From them that justly live.
6 Thou God, whom heav'nly hosts obey,
How highly blest is he
Whose hope and trust, securely plac'd,
Are still repos'd on thee.
PSALM LXXXVII.
1 Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God:
He whose word cannot be broken, Form'd thee for his own abode. 2 On the Rock of ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose!
With Salvation's walls surrounded
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
3 See the streams of living waters
Springing from eternal Love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.
4 Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t'assuage!
Blessings, like th' Eternal Giver,
Never fail from age to age.
1 Thy mercies, Lord, shall be my song;
My song on them shall ever dwell;
To ages yet unborn my tongue
Thy never-failing truth shall tell.
2 For thy stupendous truth and love,
Both heav'n and earth just praises owe;
By choirs of Angels sung above,
And by assembled saints below.
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