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Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
Let courage fill your heart;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And inward strength impart.
PSALM 28. c. M.
God the strength of his saints.
O LORD, our Rock, to thee we fly,
And pour in prayer our breath ;
Bow down and hear, lest we become
Like those that sleep in death.
O cast us not away with those
Whose ways are ways of sin,
Whose works proclain their awful doom,
Ere judgment doth begin!
O thou, the strength of all thy saints,
In whom we live and move,
Still feed us with the bread of life,
And bless us with thy love.
PSALM 29. L. M.
GIVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and power;
Render due honour to his name,
And his eternal might adore.
The Lord proclaims his power aloud,
Supreme o'er ocean, sky, and land;
His voice divides the watery cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.
The Lord sits sovereign on the flood,
Jehovah reigns, for ever King;
Yet makes each temple his abode,
Where we his awful glories sing.
In gentler language there, the Lord
The counsels of his grace imparts ;
Amidst the raging storm, his word
Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.
PSALM 30. L.M.
Praise for sickness healed and sorrow removed.
TIIEE I'll extol, my God, on high,
At whose command diseases fly;
Who but the Lord can speak and save
From the dark borders of the grave ?
His anger but a moment stays,
His favour endless life conveys;
Though weeping may endure the night,
Yet joy returns with morning light.
Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honours of the Lord ;
With grateful songs Jehovah bless,
And praise himn for his holiness.
PSALM 32. 1. M.
The blessedness of pardon.
HOW blest the man, with mercy crown'd,
Whose sins have all forgiveness found;
Whose deep transgressions, cover'd o'er
With pardoning blood, are seen no more.
How blest the man, to whom the Lord
Doth his own righteousness afford;
Whom mercy clears from every sin,
Whose bcart conceals no guile within!
O boundless grace! the rich display
Shall teach the trembling lips to pray ;
And contrite souls, with godly fear,
Shall plead, while Mercy waits to hear.
PSALM 34. c. M. The righteous encouraged to trust in God. 1 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. 3 O magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt his name;
When in distress to him I calla,
He to my rescue came.
4. 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,
1. Your wants shall be his care.
PSALM 36. L. M. The perfections and providence of God.mv.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, .
Bothman 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. God's favour to the righteous.-v. 23-25. 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 lie loves. 3 The heavenly heritage is theirs,
Their portion and their home; He feeds them now, and makes them heirs of blessings long to come.
PSALM 39. VERSJON 1. c. M.
The shortness and vanity of Life.--47.
TEACII me the measure of my days.
Thou Maker of my frame!
I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn low frail I am.
A span 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.
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.
Spare us awhile, in mercy spare,
Our strength rencw, our heart prepare ;
Before life's circuit wander'd o'er,
Departing, we are seen no more.