TO thee, O Lord, I cry, forlorn ;
My pray'r prevents the early morn :
Why hast thou, Lord, my soul forsook,
Nor once vouchsaf'd a gracious look?

For seas of trouble me invade,

L. M.

My soul draws nigh to death's cold shade;
Like one whose strength and hopes are fled,
They number me among the dead.

I

To thee, my God and succour,
By day and night address my cry;
Vouchsafe my mournful voice to hear,
To my distress incline thine ear.

LXXXIX.

PORTUGAL.

WHAT seraph of celestial birth
To vie with Israel's God shall dare?
Or who among the gods of earth
With our Almighty God compare?

L. M.

With rev'rence and religious dread
His saints should to his temple press;
His fear thro' all their hearts should spread,
Who his Almighty name confess.

Happy, thrice happy, they who hear
Thy sacred trumpet's joyful sound;

Who may at festivals appear,

With thy most glorious presence crown'd.

Thy saints shall always be o'erjoy'd,
Who on thy sacred name rely;
And in thy righteousness employ'd,
Above their foes be rais'd on high.

O LORD, the Saviour and defence
Of us thy chosen race,

From age to age thou still hast been
Our sure abiding place.

Thou turnest man, O Lord, to dust,
Of which he first was made;

C. M.

And when thou speak'st the word, Return, "Tis instantly obey'd.

So teach us, Lord, th' uncertain sum

Of our short days to mind,

That to true wisdom all our hearts
May ever be inclin❜d.

To satisfy and cheer our souls,

Thy early mercy send;

That we may all our days to come
In joy and comfort spend.

HE that hath God his guardian made,
Shall, under the Almighty's shade,
Safe and unmov'd abide :
Thus to my soul of him I'll say,
He is my God, my strength, my stay,
In him will I confide.

His tender love and watchful care
Shall free me from the fowler's snare,
And noisome pestilence :

In his protection I will trust;

His pow'rful arm shall guard the just;
His truth be their defence.

For God, who hears his people pray,
Will save them in the evil day,

Their joy and strength increase :
And, when with undisturb'd content
Their long and happy lives are spent,
He'll crown their end with peace.

P. M.

THOU, who art enthron'd above,
Thou, in whom we live and move,
O how sweet with heart and tongue
To resound thy name in song;
When the morning fills the skies,
When the evening stars arise.
From thy works my joy proceeds,
How I triumph in thy deeds;
Who thy wonders can express !
All thy thoughts are fathomless :
Lord, thou art most great, most high,
God from all eternity!

All who in their sins delight
Shall be scatter'd by thy might;
But, as palm trees lift their head,
As the stately cedars spread,
So the righteous shall be seen,
Ever fruitful, ever green.

P. M.

L. M.

WITH glory clad, with strength array'd,
The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns,
The world's foundations strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.
How surely stablish'd is thy throne,
Which shall no change or period see!
For thou, O Lord, and thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.

The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
And toss the troubled waves on high;
But God above can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply.

Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure:
And they that in thy house would dwell,
That happy station to secure,

Must still in holiness excel.

XCIV.

BEDFORD.

C. M.

BLESS'D is the man whom thou, O Lord,

In kindness dost chastise,

And by thy sacred rules to walk
Dost lovingly advise.

This man shall rest and safety find
In seasons of distress,

While God prepares a pit for those
That stubbornly transgress.

For God will never from his saints
His favour wholly take;
His own possession and his lot
He will not quite forsake.

The world shall then confess thee just
In all that thou hast done;

And those that choose thy upright ways
Shall in those paths go on.

O COME, loud anthems let us sing;
Give thanks to our Almighty King:
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's rock we praise.
Into his presenee let us haste,
To thank him for his favors past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.
For God the Lord, enthron'd in state,
Is with unrivall'd glory great:
The strength of earth is in his hand;
He made the sea, and fix'd the land.

O let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
On bended knees devoutly fall,
And on the Lord our Maker call.

L. M.

LET all the earth their voices raise,
To sing their loudest hymns of praise,
To magnify Jehovah's name;
His glory let the heathen know,
His wonders to the nations shew,
And all his mighty works proclaim.
He fram'd the globe, he built the sky,
He made the shining worlds on high,
And reigns complete in glory there;
His robes are majesty and light;
His glories, how divinely bright!
His temple, how divinely fair!

Come the great day, the glorious hour,
When earth shall feel his saving power,
And barbarous nations fear his name;
Then shall the race of men confess
The beauty of his holiness,

And in his courts his grace proclaim.

P. M.

JEHOVAH reigns, exalted high
O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky;
Though clouds and darkness veil his feet,
His dwelling is the mercy-seat.

O ye that love his holy name,
Hate ev'ry work of sin and shame :

He guards his chosen people well,
And saves them from the snares of hell.

I. M.

Light for the upright man is sown,
Immortal light, and joys unknown;
Those glorious seeds shall spring, and rise,
And the blest harvest bless our eyes.

Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honors of the Lord;
None but the soul that feels his grace
Can triumph in his holiness.