ERRATA.

Page 10, v. 5, for "the" r. 47, v. 4, for "Best

"this."

r. "Blest.

100, H. 47, v. 4, for "langour" r. “languor. 102, H. 50, v. 1, for "aweful" r. “awful.”

1 How blest is he who ne'er consents
By ill advice to walk;

Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
Where men profanely talk.

2 But makes the perfect law of God
His bus'ness and delight,
Devoutly reads therein by day,
And meditates by night.

3 Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams, With timely fruit does bend,

He still shall flourish, and success
All his designs attend.

4 For God approves the just man's ways, To happiness they tend;

But sinners, and the paths they tread,
Shall both in ruin end.

PSALM III. L. M.

1 O GOD, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new,
And morning mercies from above
Gently distil like early dew.

2 Thou spread'st the curtain of the night,
Great Guardian of our sleeping hours;
Thy sov'reign word restores the light,
And quickens all our drowsy pow'rs.
3 Lord, may we yield to thy command;
To Thee still consecrate our days:
Perpetual blessings from thine hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

PSALM IV. C. M.

1 IN vain the thoughtless world enquires, Forgetful of their God, "Who shall supply all our desires, "Or shew us any good?"

2 Through the wide compass of the earth Their restless wishes rove,

In search of honour, wealth, and mirth, The idols of their love.

3 But oft these shadowy joys elude
Their most intense pursuit;

Or, if they seize the fancied good,
There's poison in the fruit.

4 From this vain world, Lord, wean our Set our affections right;

May we by faith seek joys above,
And walk no more by sight.

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1 LORD, hear the voice of my complaint, Accept my secret pray'r;

To Thee alone, my King, my God,
Will I for help repair.

2 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear,
And with the dawning day,
To Thee devoutly I'll look up,
To Thee devoutly pray.

3 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;
Make ev'ry path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

4 To righteous men the righteous Lord
His blessing will extend,
And with His favor all His saints,
As with a shield, defend.

PSALM VI. C. M.

1 IN tender mercy, not in wrath,
Rebuke us, gracious God!
Lest, if thy whole displeasure rise,
We fall beneath thy rod.

2 Touch'd by thy Spirit's quick'ning pow'r, Our load of guilt we feel;

The wounds thy Spirit hath unclos'd;
Oh! let that Spirit heal.

3 Oppress'd with Satan's galling yoke,
Must we for ever mourn?

And wilt Thou not at length, O God!
In pitying love return?

4 Oh! come with speed, ere life expire
And shew thy power to save:
For who shall sing thy name in death,
Or praise Thee in the grave?

5 Why should our souls distrust thy grace;
Or yield to dread despair?
Thou wilt fulfil thy promis'd word,
And grant us all our prayer.

PSALM VIII.

C. M.

10 THOU, to whom all creatures bow, Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art How glorious is thy Name!

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2 In heav'n thy wond'rous acts are sung, Nor fully reckon❜d there;

And yet

Thou mak'st the infant tongue

Thy boundless praise declare.