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I LOVE the Lord; he lent an ear
When I for help implor'd;
He rescued me from all my fear,
Therefore I love the Lord.

Return, my soul, unto thy rest,
From God no longer roam;
His hand hath bountifully blest,
His goodness call'd thee home.

What shall I render unto thee,
My Saviour, in distress,
For all thy benefits to me,
So great and numberless?

The cup of blessing to my mouth
With grateful hand I'll raise;
And in thy public courts shew forth
My sacrifice of praise.

Henceforth to thee myself I give ;
And on thy grace rely,

To walk before thee while I live,
To bless thee when I die.

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C. M.

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FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord!

Eternal truth attends thy word;

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

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THIS day is God's; let all the land
Exalt a cheerful voice:

Lord, we beseech thee, save us now,
And make us still rejoice.

Then open wide the temple gates,
To which the just repair;
That we may enter in, and praise
Our great deliv'rer there.

That which the builders once refus'd
Is now the corner stone:

This is the wond'rous work of God,
The work of God alone.

With me ye saints give thanks to him,
Who still doth gracious prove;

And let the tribute of our praise

Be endless as his love.

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HOW blest are they, whose hearts sincere,
God's perfect laws obey;

Whose cautious steps with holy fear

Pursue the heav'nly way.

Their minds, by sacred wisdom led,
No secret guile approve;

With holy joy his paths they tread,
Directed by his love.

O that my ways were form'd aright,
And guided by thy will;

Till all my best desires unite
Thy statutes to fulfil.

Then shall each anxious fear depart,
Nor shame my face o'erspread,

When all thy precepts guide my heart,
By holy influenee led.

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CXIX. Part 2.

BELLE FIELD.

INSTRUCT me in thy statutes, Lord,
Thy righteous paths display,

For I from them through all my life,
Would never go astray.

If thou true wisdom from above,
Wilt graciously impart,
To keep thy perfect laws I will
Devote my zealous heart.
Direct me in the sacred ways

To which thy precepts lead;
And then my chief delight shall be
Thy righteous paths to tread.

Thou know'st how after thy command
My longing heart does pant;
O then make haste to raise me up
And promis'd succour grant.

CXIX. Part 3.

ST. DAVID'S.

ACCORDING to thy promis'd grace,
Thy favour, Lord, extend;

Make good to me the word, on which
Thy servant's hopes depend.

That only comfort in distress

Will all my griefs controul;

Thy word, when troubles hem me round,
Revives my fainting soul.

May I thy statutes and decree,

My cheerful anthems make;

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While through strange lands and desert wilds

My pilgrim course I take.

Thy name that cheer'd my heart by day

Shall fill my thoughts by night;

May I have grace by thy just laws
To guide my steps aright.

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IN my distress to God I cry'd,
And he gave ear to me;

From lying lips, and guileful tongue,-
O Lord, my soul set free.

Woe's me that I in Mesech am

A sojourner so long;
That I in tabernacles dwell

To Kedar that belong.

My soul with him that hateth peace
Hath long a dweller been ;

I am for peace, but when I speak,
For battle they are keen.

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TO Sion's hill I lift my eyes,
From thence expecting aid;
From Sion's hill, and Sion's God,
Who heaven and earth has made.

Then thou, my soul, in safety rest,
Thy guardian will not sleep;
His watchful care that Israel guards
Will Israel safely keep.

Shelter'd beneath th' Almighty wings,

Thou shalt securely rest,

Where neither sun nor moon shall thee
By day or night molest.

At home, abroad, in peace, in war,
Thy God shall thee defend;
Conduct thee through life's pilgrimage
Safe to thy journey's end.

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CXXII.

CAMBRIDGE NEW.

O 'TWAS a joyful sound to hear
Our tribes devoutly say,
Up, Israel, to the temple haste,
And keep your festal day.

'Tis thither by divine command
The tribes of God repair,
Before his ark to celebrate

His name with praise and prayer.

O pray we then for Salem's peace,
For they shall prosperous be,
Thou holy city of our God!

Who bear true love to thee.

May peace within thy sacred walls
A constant guest be found;
With plenty and prosperity
Thy palaces be crown'd.

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LORD, before thy throne we bend;
Lord, to thee our hopes ascend;
Servants, to our master true,
Lord, we yield thee homage due:
Children, to our God we fly,
Gracious Father, hear our cry.

From the heavens, thy dwelling place,
Hear and grant thy pard'ning grace;
In temptation's dang'rous hour,
Leave us not beneath its power;
God, our Saviour, still be nigh,
Lord of life and victory!

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