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How blest are they who ne'er consent
By ill advice to walk;
Where men profanely talk:
But make the perfect law of God
Their business and delight; Devoutly read therein by day,
And meditate by night.
Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams,
With timely fruit does bend;
All their designs attend.
• PSALM 3.
My God how many are my fears,
My foes do much increase; Conspiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.
But thou my glory, and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread;
And raise my drooping head.
Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His arm alone can save; Blessings attend his people here,
And reach beyond the grave.
Why troubled, why cast down, my soul ?
Trust God, and he'll employ His aid for thee, and change thy sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.
LORD, hear the voice of my complaint,
Accept my fervent prayer;
Will I for help repair.
Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear;
And, with the dawning day, To thee devoutly I'll look up,
To thee devoutly pray.
And when thy boundless grace shall me . To thy lov'd courts restore; On thee I'll fix my longing eyes,
And humbly there adore.
There let all those, who trust in thee,
With shouts their joy proclaim ; Let them rejoice whom thou preserv'st,
And all that love thy name.