6 For sovereign power reigns not alone,
Grace is a partner of the throne ;
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well adjudge our last reward.

PSALM LXIII.

Common Metre.

For the Lord's Day Morning.

1 EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face,
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.

2 So pilgrims, on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,

Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.

3' I've seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.

4 Not all the blessings of a feast
Can please my soul so well,
As when thy richer grace I taste,
And in thy presence dwell.

5 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move;
Nor raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

6 Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.

WATTS.

WATTS.

PSALM LXIII. Long Metre.
The Love of God and his Worship.

1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim;
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose thy name
Stand all engag'd to make me blest.

2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father and my God;
And I am thine, by sacred ties,

Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood.
3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands,
For thee I long, to thee I look ;
As travellers in thirsty lands,
Long for the cooling water brook.
4 With early feet, I will appear
Among thy saints, and seek thy face;
Give me to see thy glory there,
And taste the richness of thy grace.
5 Not all, by worldly men possess'd,
Not all the joys our senses know,
Can make me so divinely blest,
Or raise my cheerful passions so.
6 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
Whilst I have breath to pray or praise;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And well employ my future days.

PSALM LXIII. Short Metre.

Delight in Divine Worship.

1 MY God, permit my tongue
With joy to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail,
To taste thy love divine.

WATTS.

2 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place ;
Thy power and glory to behold,
And feel thy quickening grace.
3 For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;

No joy can be compar'd with this,
To serve and please the Lord.
4 To thee I'll lift my hands,

And praise thee whilst I live;
Not the gay scenes of time and sense
Such pure delight can give.
5 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies;
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.

6 The shadow of thy wings
My soul in safety keeps ;

I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.

WATTS.

PSALM LXIV. Six Line L. M.

In a Time of Insurrection.

1 O LORD, to our request give ear, And free our souls from hostile fear; For crafty men, of impious mind, (Their powers in secret league combin'd) With factious rage their plots devise, And vent their malice, mix'd with lies. 2 Behold the slaughter-breathing throng, Whet like a sword their threat'ning tongue, And bend their bows, to shoot their darts Against the men of upright hearts;

In works of mischief they agree,
And vainly think that none shall see.
3 But, wretches, whither will ye fly?
Behold the arrow from on high
Descends, and bears upon its wing
The wrath of heaven's offended King!
Your slanders on yourselves shall fall,
Hated, despis'd, and shunn'd by all.

4 The world shall then God's power confess, His wisdom, love and righteousness;

And men shall see, with rev'rend thought,
The wonders that his hand hath wrought;
Whilst all shall own his dealings just,
The righteous in his name shall trust.
TATE and MERRICK, united and varied.

PSALM LXV.

First Part. L. M.

Publick Worship.

1 FOR thee, O God, our constant praise
In Zion waits, thy chosen seat ;

Our promis'd altars there we'll raise,
And all our zealous vows complete.
2 O thou, who to my humble prayer
Didst always bend thy listening ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear.
3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop thy flowing mercy try ;
For thou wilt purge the guilty stain,
And wash away the crimson die.

4 Blest is the man, who, near thee plac'd,
Within thy sacred dwelling lives;
Whilst we at humbler distance taste
The vast delight thy worship gives.

TATE.

PSALM LXV.

First Part. C. M.

Divine Providence in Air, Earth, and Sea.

1 "TIS by thy strength the mountains stand, God of eternal power;

The sea grows calm at thy command,
And tempests cease to roar.

2 Thy morning light and evening shade
Successive comforts bring;

Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad,
Thy flowers adorn the spring.

3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours,
Heaven, air, and earth, are thine;

When clouds distil in fruitful showers,
The Author is divine.

4 Those wandering cisterns in the sky,
Borne by the winds around,

Whose watery treasures well supply
The furrows of the ground.

5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill,
And ranks of corn appear;
Thy ways abound with blessings still,
Thy goodness crowns the year.

WATTS.

PSALM LXV. Third Part. C. M.

Fruitful Seasons.

1 GOD is the Lord, the heavenly King,
Who makes the earth his care;
Visits the pastures every spring,
And bids the grass appear.

2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high,
Pour out, at thy command,

Their watery blessings from the sky,
To cheer the thirsty land.