3 Psalm.

1

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LORD, thou art my sure defence;
On thee my hopes rely;

Thou art my glory, and shalt yet
Lift up my head on high.

2 Since, when soever in distress
To God I made my pray'r,
He heard me from his holy hill,
Why should I now despair?
3 Guarded by him, I laid me down
My sweet repose to take;
For I through him securely sleep,
Through him in safety wake.

4 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
He only can defend;

His blessing he extends to all
That on his pow'r depend.

4 Psalm.

1

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LORD, that art my righteous judge,
To my complaint give ear:

Thou still redeem'st me from distress;
Have mercy, Lord, and hear.

2 While worldly minds impatient grow
More prosp'rous times to see,
Still let the glories of thy face
Shine brightly, Lord, on me.

3 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy,
More lasting and more true,

Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine
Successively renew.

4 Then down in peace I'll lay my head,
And take my needful rest;

No other guard, O Lord, I crave,
Of thy defence possess'd.

5 Psalm.

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ORD, hear the voice of my complaint,
Accept my secret pray'r;

To thee alone, my King, my God,
Will I for help repair.

2 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear;
And, with the dawning day,
To thee devoutly I'll look up,
To thee devoutly pray.

3 And let all those who trust in thee
With shouts their joy proclaim;
Let them rejoice whom thou preserv'st,
And all that love thy Name.

4 To righteous men the righteous Lord
His blessing will extend,

And, with his favour, all his saints,
As with a shield, defend.

6 Psalm.

1 THY

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HY dreadful anger, Lord, restrain,
And spare a soul forlorn ;

Correct me not in thy fierce wrath,
Too heavy to be borne.

2 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat,
And ease my troubled soul;
Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake,
Vouchsafe to make me whole.

3 For, after death, no more can I
Thy glorious acts proclaim;
No pris'ner of the silent grave
Can magnify thy Name.

7 Psalm.

C. M.

10 My trust entire

N thee, my God, I, undismay'd,

repose;

Oh! save me, Lord, by timely aid,
From persecuting foes,

2 Lest on my soul the foe I fear
Should, like a lion, fly,

And, raging, me in pieces tear,
When none to help is nigh.

3 Because of thy most righteous ways,
I'll thanks, with zeal, express,

And thy great Name, in songs of praise,
O Lord, most high, will bless.

8 Psalm.

10

C. M.

THOU, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy Name!

2 In heaven thy wondrous acts are sung,
Nor fully reckon'd there;

And yet

thou mak'st the infant tongue Thy boundless praise declare!

3 When heaven, thy beauteous work on high,
Employs my wond'ring sight;

The moon that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light;

4 What's man, I say, that, Lord, thou lov'st
To keep him in thy mind?
Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st
To them so wondrous kind?

5 0 thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy Name!

1. To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare;

To all the list'ning world thy works,
Thy wondrous works, declare.

2 The thought of them shall to my soul
Exalted pleasure bring;

Whilst to thy Name, O thou most high,
Triumphant praise I sing.

3 All those who have thy goodness prov'd
Will in thy truth confide;
Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man
That on thy help relied.

4. Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord,
From Sion, his abode;

Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.

THY presence why withdraw'st thou, Lord?
Why hid'st thou now thy face,

When dismal times of deep distress
Call for thy wonted grace?

2 Do thou, O Lord, at length arise;
Stretch forth thy mighty arm;
And, by the greatness of thy pow'r,
Defend the poor from harm.

3 Thou dost the humble suppliants hear
That to thy throne repair;

Thou first prepar'st their hearts to pray,
And then accept'st their pray'r.

11 Psalm.

1

SINCE

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INCE I have plac'd my trust in God,
A refuge always nigh,

Why should I, like a tim'rous bird,
To distant mountains fly?

2 The Lord hath both a temple here,
And righteous throne above;
Whence he surveys the sons of men,
And how their counsels move.

3 If God the righteous, whom he loves,
For trial does correct,
What must the sons of violence,
Whom he abhors, expect?

4 The righteous Lord will righteous deeds
With signal favour grace,

And to the upright man disclose
The brightness of his face.

1 OUR God, who hears the suff'ring poor,

And their oppression knows,

Will soon arise, and give them rest,
In spite of all their foes.

2 The word of God shall still abide,
And void of falsehood be,

As is the silver, seven times tried,
From drossy mixture free.

3 The promise of his aiding grace
Shall reach the purpos'd end;
His servants from this faithless race
He ever shall defend.