2. Thou, LORD, has taught me from my youth
To praise Thy glorious name:
And ever since Thy wond'rous works
Have been my constant theme.

PSALM LXXII. (c.M.)

1 BLESSED be God, the mighty LORD,
The God whom Israel fears:
Who only wond'rous in His works,
Beyond compare, appears.

2 Let earth be with His glory fill'd;
For ever bless His name;

Whilst to His praise the list'ning world
Their glad assent proclaim.

PSALM LXXIV. (c. m.)

1 THINE, LORD, is the glad day, and Thine
The dark return of night;
Thou hast prepar'd the glorious sun,
And ev'ry feebler light.

2 By Thee the borders of the earth
In perfect order stand;

The summer's warmth, and winter's cold, Attend on Thy command.

PSALM LXXV. (c. M.)

1 To Thee, O God, we render praise,
To Thee with thanks repair;
For, that Thy name to us is nigh,
Thy wond'rous works declare.

2 For God the great Disposer is,
And sovereign Judge alone,

Who casts the proud to earth, and lifts
The humble to a throne.

3 The wicked's pride will God reduce,
Their cruelty disarm;
Exalt the just, and seat him high,
Above the reach of harm.

PSALM LXXVII. (c. M.)

1 I'LL call to mind God's works of old,
The wonders of His might :
On them my heart shall meditate,
My tongue shall them recite.

2 Safe lodg'd from human search on high,
O God Thy counsels are!
Who is so great a God as ours?
Who can with Him compare?

PSALM LXXX. (L. M.)

FIRST PART.

1 O ISRAEL'S shepherd, Joseph's guide,
Our prayers to Thee vouchsafe to hear;
Thou, that dost on the cherubs ride,
Again in solemn state appear.

2 Do Thou convert us, LORD, do Thou
The lustre of Thy face display;

And all the ills we suffer now,

Like scatter'd clouds shall pass away.

SECOND PART.

1 To Thee, O God of Hosts, we pray;
Thy wonted goodness, LORD, renew:
From Heav'n, Thy throne, this vine survey,
And her sad state with pity view.

2 Behold the vineyard made by Thee,

Which Thy right hand did guard so long;
And keep that branch from danger free,
Which for Thyself Thou mad'st so strong.
3 Do Thou convert us, LORD, do Thou
The lustre of Thy face display;

And all the ills we suffer now,
Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.

PSALM LXXXI. (c. M.)

1 To GOD, our never-failing strength,
With loud applauses sing:

And jointly make a cheerful noise
To Heaven's majestic King.

2 Compose a hymn of praise, and touch
Your instruments of joy;
Let psalteries and pleasant harps
Your grateful skill employ.

8 Let trumpets at the great new moon
Their joyful voices raise,

To celebrate th' appointed time,
The solemn day of praise.

PSALM LXXXIV. (c. M.)

FIRST PART.

1 O GOD of Hosts, the mighty LORD,
How lovely is the place

Where Thou, enthron'd in glory, shew'st
The brightness of Thy face!

2 My longing soul faints with desire
To view Thy blest abode :
My panting heart and flesh
cry out
For Thee the living God.

3 O LORD of Hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they
Who in Thy temple always dwell,
And there Thy praise display!

SECOND PART.

1 WITHIN Thy courts one single day
"Tis better to attend,

Than, LORD, in any place besides
A thousand days to spend.

2 For God, who is our sun and shield,
Will grace and glory give:
And no good thing will He withhold
From them that justly live.

3 Thou God, whom heav'nly hosts obey,
How highly bless'd is he,

Whose hope and trust, securely plac'd, Is still repos'd on Thee!

PSALM LXXXV. (C. M.)

FIRST PART.

1 O GOD, our Saviour, all our hearts
To Thy obedience turn;

That, quench'd with our repenting tears,
Thy wrath no more may burn.

2 Thy gracious favour, LORD, display,
Which we have long implor'd:
And, for Thy wond'rous mercy's sake,
Thy wonted aid afford.

SECOND PART.

1 TRUTH from the earth shall spring, whilst Heav'n

Shall streams of justice pour;

And God, from whom all goodness flows,
Shall endless plenty show'r.

2 Before Him righteousness shall march,
And His just paths prepare;
Whilst we His holy steps pursue
With constant zeal and care.

PSALM LXXXVI. (c. M.)

FIRST PART.

1 To my complaint, O LORD my God,
Thy gracious ear incline;

Hear me, distress'd, and destitute
Of all relief but Thine;

2 Do Thou, O God, preserve my soul,
That does Thy name adore:

Thy servant keep, and him, whose trust
Relies on Thee, restore.