PSALM 36.

O LORD, thy mercy my sure hope,
The highest orb of heaven transcends;
Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd scope
Beyond the spreading sky extends.

Thy justice, like the hills, remains,
Unfathom'd depths thy judgments are;
Thy providence the world sustains;
The whole creation is thy care.

Since of thy goodness all partake,
With full assurance shall the just
Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make,
And saints to thy protection trust.

O let thy people favour gain,

To upright hearts thy truth display, With thee the springs of life remain, Thy presence is eternal day.

PSALM 41.

BLEST is the man whose feeling heart
Melts at another's pain;

To whom the supplicating eye

Is never rais'd in vain.

Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth,

A stranger's woes to feel;

And bleeds in pity o'er the wounds,
He wants the pow'r to heal.

Who spreads his kind supporting arms
To ev'ry child of grief;
His secret bounty largely flows,

And brings unask'd relief.

To him protection will be shewn,
And mercy from above

Descend on those who thus fulfil

The perfect law of love.

PSALM 41.

How blest the man whose bosom glows With pity to another's woes,

Who bows to poverty his ear,

And wipes the helpless orphan's tear; In ev'ry woe, in ev'ry want,

To him the Lord will mercy grant.

Thou, Lord, his spirit wilt sustain, When languid with disease and pain; Thou wilt support his sinking head, And tend with gracious care his bed; Thy love shall bless his soul, thy hand Conduct him to the promis'd land.

Let us, O Lord, thy mercy know,
As we to others mercy shew;
As we on thee for help depend,
Do thou support, conduct, defend ;
Till, in the realms of bliss above,
We celebrate thy endless love.

PSALM 41.

HAPPY the man whose tender care
Relieves the poor distressed!
When he's by trouble compass'd round,
The Lord will give him rest.

The Lord his life, with blessings crown'd,

In safety shall prolong;
And disappoint the will of those

That seek to do him wrong.

If he in languishing estate,
Oppress'd with sickness, lie;
The Lord will easy make his bed,
And inward strength supply.

Securely he who mercy shews
May in God's love confide;
In trouble he will give repose,
And timely help provide.

PSALM 42.

As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chace;
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine,
O! when shall I behold thy face,
Thou majesty divine!

Grant me the favour of thy grace,
Then my rejoicing tongue

Shall speak aloud thy righteousness,
And make thy praise my song.