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PSALM LVII. L. M.

AWAKE my heart, awake my voice, And in harmonious hymns rejoice: Your part in prayer and praise to take, With morning's earliest dawn awake. 2 Thy praises, Lord, we will resound, To all the list'ning nations round : Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends, Thy truth beyond all time extends. 3 Be Thou, O God, exalted high! And, as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth display'd, Till Thou art here, as there, obey'd.

PSALM LXI. S. M.

1 LORD! to our cry attend,

Receive our earnest prayer;

Hear, while from earth's remotest end
We supplicate thy care!

2 Oft in thy shelt'ring shade
Our soul has found repose;

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By Thee, our Tower of Refuge, made
Triumphant o'er our foes.

Here would we still abide,

Where all thy glories shine;

Beneath thy wings securely hide,

And peacefully recline.

PSALM LXII. C. M.

(From "The Spirit of the Psalms.")

1: WHEN dangers press, and fears invade,

O let us not rely

On man, who, in the balance weigh'd,
Is light as vanity.

2 Riches have wings, and fly away; Health's blooming cheek grows pale; Vigour and strength must soon decay, And worldly wisdom fail:

3 But God, our God, is still the same
As at that solemn hour,

When thunders spake his awful Name,
His Majesty and Power.

4 And still sweet mercy's voice is heard,
Proclaiming from above,

That good and gracious is the Lord,
And all his works are love.

PSALM LXIII. C. M.

(From "The Spirit of the Psalms.")

10 LORD, our thoughts ascend to Thee

At morning's op'ning hour,
Waiting in brighter worlds to see
Thy glory and thy power.
2 For Thee we long, as pilgrims pant
The crystal spring to taste,

When, parch'd with thirst, fatigu'd and faint,
They tread the barren waste.

3 For what are all the vain delights
Life's brightest hours afford,
What all that man to man unites,
Without thy favour, Lord?

4 Oh be it here our greatest joy
To sing thy truth and love,
And after death, our blest employ
To praise thy Name above!

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PSALM LXVI. c. M.
(From "The Spirit of the Psalms.")

ALL

ye lands, rejoice in God,
Sing praises to His Name;

Let the whole earth, with one accord,
His wondrous acts proclaim:

2 And let his faithful servants tell,
How, by Redeeming Love,

Their souls are sav'd from death and hell, To share the joys above:

3 Tell how the Holy Spirit's grace
Forbids their feet to slide,

And, as they run the Christian race,
Vouchsafes to be their guide.

4 O then rejoice, and shout for joy,
Ye ransom'd of the Lord!
Be grateful praise your blest employ,
His presence your reward.

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PSALM LXVII. Version 1. 6 SEVENS.
(From "The Spirit of the Psalms.")
N thy Church, O Power Divine,
Cause thy glorious face to shine;
Till the nations from afar

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Hail her as their guiding-star;
Till her sons, from zone to zone,
Make thy great Salvation known.
2 Then shall God, with lavish hand,
Scatter blessings o'er the land;
Earth shall yield her rich increase,
Ev'ry breeze shall whisper peace;
And the world's remotest bound
With the voice of praise resound.

PSALM LXVII. Version 2. s. M. 1 TO bless thy chosen race, In mercy, Lord, incline;

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And cause the brightness of thy face
On all thy saints to shine:

That so thy wondrous way

May through the world be known;
Whilst distant lands their tribute pay,
And thy Salvation own.

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Let all the nations join

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To celebrate thy fame;

Let the whole world, O Lord, combine

To praise thy glorious Name.

O let them shout and sing,

With joy and pious mirth;

For Thou, the righteous Judge and King,
Shall govern all the earth.

PSALM LXVIII. Version 1. 6 EIGHTS. (From "The Spirit of the Psalms.")

1 JOIN ev'ry voice, while we record

The tender mercies of the Lord;
Who, from above the starry sky,
Extends to all an equal eye,
To all inclines a willing ear,

And loves to dry the mourner's tear.
2 He makes the fatherless His care,
And listens to the widow's prayer,
A refuge for the outcast finds,
The captive's cruel chain unbinds:
But all the gratitude we owe

None but the saints in Christ can know :

3 Our gracious Lord on them bestows
Redemption from severer woes;
With mighty arm for them hath broke
Sin's galling chain, and heavier yoke;
Hath conquer'd Death, and freely giv'n
His precious blood to purchase heav'n.

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PSALM LXVIII. Version 2. L. M.

LORD, when Thou didst ascend on high, Ten thousand angels fill'd the sky: Those heav'nly guards around Thee wait, Like chariots that attend thy state.

2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear

More glorious when the Lord was there;
While he pronounc'd his dreadful Law,
And struck the chosen tribes with awe.

3 How great the triumph none can tell,
When the rebellious Powers of Hell,
Who num'rous souls had captives made,
Were all, in chains, like captives led.
4 Rais'd by his Father to the throne,
He sent the promis'd Spirit down,
With gifts, and grace, for rebel men,
That God might dwell on earth again.

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PSALM LXXX. C. M.

GOD of Hosts, the Mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place

Where Thou, in glory thron'd, dost shew
The brightness of Thy face!