To righteous men the righteous Lord,

His blefling will extend ;
And with his favour all his saints,

As with a shield defend.

PSA L M IX. celebrate thy praise, O Lord,

We will our hearts prepare ; To all the-fixning work thy works,

Thy wond'rous works declare, Thou shalt forever live, who last

A righteous throne prepard,
Impartial justice to difpente;

To punish or reward.
Thou art a constant fure defence,

Against oppressing rage:
When troubles rise, thy needful aid

behalf

engage. All those who have thy goodness prov'd,

Will in thy truth confide;
Thy mercy ne'er forsook the man

Who on thy help rely'd.
Sing praises therefore to the Lord,

From Sion his abode;
Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.

PSALM

In our

No change of times shall ever shock.

My firm affection, Lord to thee; For thou hast always been a rock,

A fortress, and defence to me, Thou

my

deliv’rer art my God, My trust is in thy mighty pow'r : Thou art my shield from foes abroad,

At home my safeguard, and my tow'r. Thou suit'st,:0 Łodzthy sigbreous ways,

To various paths of fiuman kind;
Those who for mercy merit praise,

With thee shall wondrous mercy, find.
Thos to the juftitiall-jäitice. fit vë,
The pure thy purity Mall see

; Such as perversely chuse to go,

Shall meet with due returns from thee. For God's designs shall still succeed ;

His word shall bear the utmost teft; He's a strong fhield to all that need,

And on his sure protection reft. Who, then, deserves to be ador’d,

But God, on whom my hopes depend? Or who, except the mighty Lord,

Can with refifless pow'r defend ?: 5

HE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue etherial sky,
And splangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaimn.
Th' unwearied sun from day to day
Does his Creator's pow'r display ;
And publishes to ev'ry land
The work of an almighty hand.

Soon as the syning Biades prevail,
The Moori takes up the wond'roas tale,
And nightly to the liftning carth
Repeats the story of þer birth :
Whilft all the fans that mand her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball ?
What though not real voice nor found
Amid the radiant orbs be found?
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
Forever singing, as they shine,
“ TI hand that made us is divine.”

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All ye of Israel's line,
O praise the Lord, and to your praise

Sincere obedience join.

He ne'er disdain'd on low distress

To cast a gracious eye,
Nor turn'd from poverty his face.

But hears its humble cry.

'Tis his supreme prerogative

O’er subject Kings to reign ; 'Tis just that He should rule the world,

Who does the world sustain.

The rich, who are with plenty fed,

His bounty must confess;
The sons of want, by him reliev'd,

Their gen'rous patron bless.

With humble worship to his throne

They all for aid resort :
That Pow'r which first their beings gave,

Can only them support.

O may a chosen spotless race,

Devoted to his name,
To their admiring heirs his truth,

And glorious act proclaim!

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HE Lord my pasture shall prepare,

And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye: My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.

When in the sultry globe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and Now,
Amid the verdant landskip flow.

Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread;
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crown’d,
And streams shall murmur all around.

PSALM