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3 O glorious hour ! O blest abode!
I shall be near and like my God!
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
PSALM XVIII. (L. M.)
1 NO change of times shall ever shock
My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
A fortress and defence to me.
My trust is in thy mighty pow'r;
At home my safeguard and my tow'r, 3 Let the eternal Lord be prais'd,
The rock on whose defence I rest :
Who me with his salvation blest. 4 Therefore, to celebrate his fame,
My grateful voice to heav’n I'll raise :
PSALM XIX. (c. m.) 1 THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord,
Which that alone can fill;
Their great Creator's skill.
Fresh beams of knowledge brings; And from the dark returns of night,
Divine instruction springs. 3 Their pow'rful language to no realm,
Or region is confin'd;
Alike by all mankind. 4 Their doctrine does its sacred sense,
Through earth's extent display ; Whose bright contents the circling sun
Does round the world convey.
PSALM XIX. (L. M. D.) 1 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue etherial sky,
2 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
PSALM XX. (L. M.) 1 NOW may the God of power and grace
Attend his people's humble cry!
And brings deliverance from on high. 2 The name of Jacob's God defends,
Better than shields or brazen walls ;
Succour and strength, when Zion calls. 3 Well he remembers all our sighs,
His love exceeds our best deserts ;
4 Some trust in horses train'd for war,
And some of chariots make their boast; Our surest expectations are
From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts. 5 Now sare us, Lord, from slavish fear,
Now let our hopes be firm and strong,
PSALM XXIII. (L. M. 6's.) 1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a Shepherd's care ;
And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
With gloomy horrors overspread,
4 Though, in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
1 ERECT your heads, eternal gates,
Unfold to entertain
With his celestial train.
2 Who is the King of glory? who?
The Lord for strength renown'd;
Eternal victor crown'd.
3 Erect your heads, ye gates, unfold
In state to entertain
With all his shining train.
4 Who is the King of glory? who?
The Lord of hosts renown'd;
Who is with glory crown'd.