Carey's. Though, in a bare and rugged way, Though in the paths of death I tread, And guide me through the dreadful shade. PSALM St. Ann's. XXIII. My Shepherd is the living Lord, In pastures green, where waters flow, He shall convert and glad my foul, Though in the gloomy vale of death No evil will I fear : Thy rod and staff shall comfort bring; Thy help shall then be near. Thou, through my life, through all my days, To me haft mercy fhown, Hence in thy houfe my dwelling-place Shall be with Thee alone. PSALM XXIV. St. James's. W LIFT up your heads, eternal gates! Sebe Your lofty arches rear, Ye everlasting doors!-Behold The King of Glory near! Who is this King of Glory ?-Who? The Lord of Hofts renown'd; In battle mighty; o'er his foes Lift up your heads, eternal doors! Ye everlasting gates !-Behold The King of Glory near! Who is this King of Glory?-Who?— Of Glory He alone is King, Alone with glory crown'd. 579. PSALM XXIX. Eafter Hymn. SING, ye fons of men, O fing Praise to Heav'n's eternal King! From a creature's lips may claim. Hallelujah. Hark! His voice in thunder breaks.- Hufh'd to filence, while He fpeaks, Ocean's waves, from pole to pole, Hear the awful accents roll. Hallelujah. Now the bursting clouds give way, Now the vivid lightnings play, And the wilds, by man untrod, Hear difmay'd th'approach of God. Hallelujah. |