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2 Full glorious things reported be
Of Sion all abroad;
Thou city of our God.
And thence be made appear
Had bis beginning there.
4 Then with the sacred bands I'll say,
(Who there in plenty be) “My fountains, and my pleasant springs
Are all combin'd in thee.'
Prayer in deep Distress. 1 GOD of my health, the hope and stay
Thou art alone to me;
And all the night to thee.
Unto thy sight on high ;
* The Messiah.
Why dost thou, Lord, forsake my soul,
That humbly seeketh thee ?
Thy face away from me?
Unto thy sight on high;
The Happiness and Security of God's People. | BLESS'D are the men that know aright
The joyful sound, O God;
They walk full safe abroad.
They greatly do rejoice;
Exult in heart and voice. 3 For why? Their glory, strength, and aid,
In thee alone doth lie;
Shall lift our horn on high.
The Lord to us doth bring ;
The holy one of Israel,
The blessed Gospel. 1 BLESS'Dare the souls that hear and know
The Gospel's joyful sound;
And light their steps surround.
Through their Redeemer's name; His righteousness exalts their hope;
Nor Satan dares condemn,
Strength and salvation gives :
A Funeral Psalm.
Of all thy chosen race,
Our sure abiding place.
Of which he first was made;
And when thou speak'st the word “Return”
'Tis instantly obey'd. 3 How soon our boasted strength decays,
To sorrow turn’d and pain !
And we no more remain !
1 So teach us, Lord, th' uncertain sum
Of our short days to mind ;
May ever be inclin'd.
The Righteous safe under God's Protection. 1 HE that has God his guardian made,
Shall, under the Almighty's shade,
“My God, in whom I will confide.” 2 His tender love and watchful care, Shall free thee from the fowler's snare,
And from the noisome pestilence:
His truth shall be thy strong defence.
A Psalm for the Lord's Day. I SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing, To shew thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal care shall seize my breast;
Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word; T'hy works of grace how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels ! how divine ! 4 Then shall I share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refin'd my heart;
Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 5 Sin (my worst enemy before)
Shall vex my eyes and ears no more ;
Nor Satan break my peace again, 6 Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desir'd or wish'd below;