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24" 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."


25 Thus, in thy sacred courts, will I
My cheerful thanks express;
In presence of thy saints perform
The vows of my distress.

26 The meek companions of my grief
Shall find my table spread;

And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.

27 Then shall the glad converted world
To God their homage pay;
And scatter'd nations of the earth
One sov'reign Lord obey.

28 'Tis his supreme prerogative
O'er subject kings to reign;

'Tis just that he should rule the world,
Who does the world sustain.

29 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.

30, 31 Then shall a chosen spotless race,
Devoted to his Name,

To their admiring heirs his truth,
And glorious acts, proclaim.


Touchsafes to be

"HE Lord himself, the mighty Lord,



The Shepherd, by whose constant care

My wants are all supply'd.

2 In tender grass he makes me feed,

And gently there repose;

Then leads me to cool shades, and where
Refreshing water flows.

3 He does my wand'ring soul reclaim,
And, to his endless praise,
Instruct with humble zeal to walk
In his most righteous ways.
4 I pass the gloomy vale of death,
From fear and danger free;
For there his aiding rod and staff
Defend and comfort me.

5 In presence of my spiteful foes.
He does my table spread;

He crowns my cup with cheerful wine,
With oil anoint's my head.

6 Since God doth thus his wondrous love
Through all my life extend,

That life to him I will devote,
And in his temple spend.



HE spacious earth is all the Lord's,
The Lord's her fullness is;

The world, and they that dwell therein,
By sov'reign right are his.

2 He fram'd and fix'd it on the seas;
And his Almighty hand,
Upon inconstant floods, has made
The stable fabric stand.

3 But for himself, this Lord of all
One chosen seat design'd;

O! who shall to that sacred hill
Deserv'd admittance find?

4 The man, whose hands and heart are pure, Whose thoughts from pride are free; Who honest poverty prefers

To gainful perjury.

3 This, this is he, on whom the Lord'
Shall show'r his blessings down;
Whom God, his Saviour, shall vouchsafe
With righteousness to crown.

6 Such is the race of saints, by whom
The sacred courts are trod;
And such the proselytes that seek
The face of Jacob's God.

7 Erect your heads, eternal gates;
Unfold, to entertain

The King of Glory: see! he comes
With his celestial train.

Who is the King of Glory? who?
The Lord, for strength renown'd;
In battle mighty; o'er his foes
Eternal victor crown'd.

9 Erect your heads, ye gates; unfold
In state to entertain

The King of Glory : see! he comes
With all his shining train.'

10 Who is the King of Glory? who?
The Lord of hosts renown'd;
Of glory he alone is King,
Who is with glory crown'd.


1, 2 TO God, in whom I trust,

I lift my heart and voice;

O! let me not be put to shame,
Nor let my foes rejoice.

3 Those who on thee rely,

Let no disgrace attend;

Be that the shameful lot of such
As wilfully offend.

4,5 To me thy truth impart,

And lead me in thy way;

For thou art he that brings me help.;
On thee I wait all day.

6 Thy mercies and thy love,
O Lord, recal to mind;
And graciously continue still,
As thou wert ever, kind.

7 Let all my youthful crimes
Be blotted out by thee;

And, for thy wondrous goodness' sake,
In mercy think on me.

8 His mercy, and his truth,

The righteous Lord displays,
In bringing wand'ring sinners home,
And teaching them his ways.

9 He those in justice guides,

Who his direction keep;

And in his sacred paths shall lead
The humble and the meek.

10 Through all the ways of God
Doth truth and mercy shine,
To such as, with religious hearts,
To his best will incline.


11 Since mercy is the grace,
That most exalts thy fame,
Forgive my heinous sin, O Lord,
And so advance thy Name.

12 Whoe'er, with humble fear,
To God his duty pays,

Shall find the Lord a faithful guide,
In all his righteous ways.

13 His quiet soul with peace

Shall be for ever bless'd;

And by his num'rous race the land
Successively possess❜d.

14 For God to all his saints

His secret will imparts,

And does his gracious cov❜nant write

In their obedient hearts.

15 To him I lift my eyes,

And wait his timely aid,

Who breaks the strong and treach❜rous snare,
Which for my feet was laid.

16 O! turn, and all my griefs,

In mercy, Lord, redress;

For I am compass'd round with woes,
And plung'd in deep distress.

17 The sorrows of my heart

To mighty sums increase;

O! from this dark and dismal state
My troubled soul release!

18 Do thou with tender eyes,
My sad affliction see;

Acquit me, Lord, and from my guilt
Entirely set me free.

19 Consider, Lord, my foes,

How vast their numbers grow ?
What lawless force and rage they use,
What boundless hate they show!

20 Protect, and set my soul

From their fierce malice free;
Nor let me be asham'd, who place
My stedfast trust in thee.

21 Let all my righteous acts
To full perfection rise;

Because my firm and constant hope
On thee alone relies.

22 To Israel's chosen race


Continue ever kind;

And, in the midst of all their wants,
Let them thy succour find.


JUDGE me, O Lord, for I the paths
Of righteousness have trod;

I cannot fail, who all my trust

Repose on thee, my God.

2, 3 Search thou my heart, whose innocence Will shine the more 'tis try'd;

For I have kept thy grace in view,
And made thy truth my guide.

4 I never for companions took
The idle or profane;

No hypocrite, with all his arts, Could e'er my friendship gain. 5 I hate the busy plotting crew,

Who make distracted times;
And shun their wicked company,

As I avoid their crimes.

6 I'll wash my hands in innocence,
And bring a heart so pure,
That when thy altar I approach;
My welcome shall secure.

7, 8 My thanks I'll publish there, and tell How thy renown excels;

That seat affords me most delight,
In which thy honour dwells.

9 Pass not on me the sinners' doom,
Who murder make their trade;
10 Who others' rights, by secret bribes,
Or open force, invade.

11 But I will walk in paths of truth,
And innocence pursue;
Protect me, therefore, and to me
Thy mercies, Lord, renew.

12 In spite of all assaulting foes,
I still maintain my ground;
And shall survive among thy saints,
Thy praises to resound.

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