5 Fear him, ye saints! and you will then
Have nothing else to fear:
Make you his service your delight,
Your wants shall be his care.

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cause with my opposers, Lord, Who fight against me, plead;

Lift up thy buckler, and afford

Thy servant timely aid.

2 Then I to heav'n will raise my voice, And grateful thanks express;

In thy salvation I'll rejoice,

And

my deliv'rer bless.

3 So shall my tongue in rapture speak
Of all thy upright ways,

And from my lips all day shall break
Loud songs of grateful praise.

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INCE of thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just
Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make,
And saints to thy protection trust.

2 Such guests shall to thy courts be led,
To banquet on thy love's repast;
And drink, as from a fountain's head,
Of joys that shall for ever last.

3 With thee the springs of life remain;
Thy presence is eternal day:

Oh! let thy saints thy favour gain ;—
To upright hearts thy truth display.

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BSERVE the perfect man with care,
And mark all such as upright are:
Their roughest days in peace shall end;
While on the latter end of those,
Who dare God's sacred will oppose,
A common ruin shall attend.

2 God to the just will aid afford;
Their only safeguard is the Lord,—
Their strength in time of need is he:
Because on him they still depend,
The Lord will timely succour send,
And from the wicked set them free.

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HY chast'ning wrath, O Lord, restrain,
Though I deserve it all;

Nor let on me the dreadful storm

Of thy displeasure fall.

2 My sins, that to a deluge swell,
My sinking head o'erflow,

And for my feeble strength to bear
Too vast a burden grow.

3 Forsake me not, O Lord my God,
Nor far from me depart;
Make haste to my relief, O thou
Who my salvation art!

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LORD, let me know my term of days,

How soon my life will end;

The num'rous train of ills disclose,
Which this frail state attend.

2 My life, thou know'st, is but a span;
A cipher sums my years;
And ev'ry man, in best estate,
But vanity appears.

3 Man like a shadow vainly walks,
With fruitless cares oppress'd;
He heaps up wealth, but cannot tell
By whom 'twill be possess'd.

4 Why, then, should I on worthless toys
With anxious care attend?

On thee alone my steadfast hope
Shall ever, Lord, depend.

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L. M.

WAITED meekly for the Lord,
Till he vouchsaf'd a kind reply;
Who did his gracious ear afford,

And heard from heav'n my humble cry. 2 The wonders he for me has wrought

Shall fill my mouth with songs of praise; And others, to his worship brought, To hopes of like deliv'rance raise. 3 Who can the wondrous works recount, Which thon, O God, for us hast wrought! The treasures of thy love surmount

The pow'r of numbers, speech, and thought. 4 Thus, wretched though I am and poor, Of me th' Almighty Lord takes care; Thou, God, who only canзt restore, To my relief with speed repair.

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HAPPY the man whose tender care
Relieves the poor distress'd;

When troubles compass him around,
The Lord shall give him rest.

2 Secure of this, to thee, my God,
I thus my pray'r address'd:
Lord, for thy mercy, heal my soul,
Though I have much transgress'd.
3 By this I know thy gracious ear
Is open when I call;

Because thou suffer'st not my foe
To triumph in my fall.

4 Let, therefore, Israel's Lord and God
From age to age be bless'd;

And be the people's glad applause
With loud amens express'd.

1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chase,

So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul does pine:

Oh! when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will employ

His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing

The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

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ET me with light and truth be bless'd;
Be these my guides to lead the way,

Till on thy holy hill I rest,

And in thy sacred temple pray.

2 Then will I there an altar raise
To God, who is my only joy;

And well-tun'd harps, with songs of praise,
Shall all my grateful hours employ.
3 Why then cast down, my soul? and why
So much oppress'd with anxious care?
On God, thy God, for aid rely,

Who will thy ruin'd state repair.

LORD, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,

Thy wonders in their days perform'd,
And elder times than theirs.

2 As thee their God our fathers own'd,
Thou art our sov'reign King;
Oh! therefore, as thou didst to them,
To us deliv'rance bring!

3 Arise, O Lord, and timely haste
To our deliv'rance make!

Redeem us, Lord, though not for ours,
Yet for thy mercy's sake.

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1 WHILE I the King's loud praise rehearse, Indited by my heart,

My tongue is like the pen of him

That writes with ready art.

2 How matchless is thy form, O King!
Thy mouth with grace o'erflows;
Because fresh blessings God on thee
Eternally bestows.

3 And thy firm throne, O God, is fix'd,
For ever to endure;

Thy sceptre's sway shall always last,
By righteous laws secure :