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PSALM LXXXIV. (L. M.)

1 HOW pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire, my spirit faints
To meet the assemblies of thy saints.
2 Blest are the souls, who find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

3 Blest are the men, whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;

God is their strength, and through the road
They lean upon their helper God.

4 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length,
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

PSALM LXXXIV. (P. M.)

1 LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair,
The dwellings of thy love,
Thy earthly temples are!
To thine abode

My heart aspires,
With warm desires,
To see my God.

2 O happy souls that pray,
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay

Their constant service there!
They praise thee still;
And happy they
That love the way,
To Zion's hill,

3 The Lord his people loves;
His hand no good withholds
From those his heart approves,
From pure and pious souls ;
Thrice happy he,

O God of hosts,
Whose spirit trusts
Alone in thee.

PSALM LXXXVI. (P. M.)

1 O FATHER, let me be An object of thy care; For daily unto thee

I lift my humble prayer: Preserve my soul, for I am thine, And guide me with thy truth divine.

2 When cares and troubles fall

On my afflicted soul;

To thee, O Lord, I call,

For thou canst make me whole: And thou wilt hear my suppliant cry, And bid affliction's tear be dry.

3 Teach me thy way, O Lord,
That I may walk therein;
Thy gracious help afford,

To keep my heart from sin :
So shall I praise thy glorious name,
And all thy mighty works proclaim.

PSALM LXXXVII. (P. M.)

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 :
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.
2 See! the streams of living waters
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove :
Who can faint, while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t'assuage?
Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver,
Never fails from age to age.

3 Saviour, if of Zion's city

I through grace a member am;
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in thy name :

Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure,
None but Zion's children know.

PSALM LXXXVIII. (c. M.)

1 O GOD, my Saviour, to my voice
Incline thy gracious ear;
By day and night to thee I pray,
Vouchsafe my prayer to hear.

2 For troubles sore depress my soul;
My hopes are almost fled;

My life draws nigh unto the grave;
I'm counted with the dead.

3 To thee, my gracious God, I fly;
In mercy deign to spare ;
O calm the terrors of my soul,
O keep me from despair.

PSALM LXXXIX. (L. M.)

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 such stupendous truth and love,
Both heav'n and earth just praises owe,
By choirs of angels sung above,
And by assembled saints below.

3 In thee the sov'reign right remains,
Of earth and heav'n; thee, Lord, alone
The world, and all that it contains,
Their maker and preserver own.

PSALM XC. (c. M.)

1 OUR God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

2 Under the shadow of thy throne,
Thy saints have dwelt secure ;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.

3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.

4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

5 Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,

Be thou our guard, while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

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