3 O glorious hour! O blest abode ! 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, PSALM XVIII. (L. M.) 1 NO change of times shall ever shock 2 Thou my deliv'rer art, my God, My trust is in thy mighty pow'r; 3 Let the eternal Lord be prais'd, The rock on whose defence I rest: 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, 2 The dawn of each returning day 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; 'Tis nature's voice, and understood 4 Their doctrine does its sacred sense, PSALM XIX. (L. M. D.) 1 THE spacious firmament on high, 2 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the list'ning earth, Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What, though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball; What, though no real voice or sound, Amid their radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; For ever singing, as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine." PSALM XX. (L. M.) 1 NOW may the God of power and grace Attend his people's humble cry! Jehovah hears when Israel prays, And brings deliverance from on high. 2 The name of Jacob's God defends, Better than shields or brazen walls; He from his sanctuary sends Succour and strength, when Zion calls. 3 Well he remembers all our sighs, His love exceeds our best deserts; His love accepts the sacrifice Of humble groans and broken hearts. 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 save us, Lord, from slavish fear, PSALM XXIII. (L. M. 6's.) 1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, 3 Though in the paths of death I tread, 4 Though, in a bare and rugged way, PSALM XXIV. (c. M.) 1 ERECT your heads, eternal gates, The King of glory; see, he comes 2 Who is the King of glory? who? 3 Erect your heads, ye gates, unfold The King of glory; see, he comes 4 Who is the King of glory? who? Of glory he alone is King, |