My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me thro' the dreadful shade.

PSALM XXIV. L. M.

1 OUR Lord is ris'n from the dead,
Our Saviour is gone up on high:
The pow'rs of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.

2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay:
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way.

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold th' ethereal scene:
He claims these mansions as His right:
Receive the King of Glory in.

4 Who is the King of Glory? who?
The Lord that all His foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew,
And JESUS is the Conqu'ror's name.

5 Lo! His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay:
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way.

6 Who is the King of Glory? who? The Lord of glorious pow'r possess'd, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever blest.

PSALM XXV.

S. M.

1 THY mercies and thy love,
O Lord, recall to mind;
And graciously continue still,
As Thou wert ever, kind.
2 Let all my youthful crimes
Be blotted out by Thee;
And, for thy wond'rous goodness' sake,
In mercy think on me.

3 His mercy and His truth

The righteous Lord displays, In bringing wand'ring sinners home, And teaching them His ways.

4 He those in justice guides

Who His direction seek;
And in His sacred paths shall lead
The humble and the meek.

PSALM XXVIII. C. M.

1 O LORD our Rock! to Thee we fly, And pour in pray'r our breath; Bow down, and hear, lest we become Like them who sleep in death.

2 Oh!cast us not away with those, Whose ways are ways of sin,

Whose works proclaim their awful doom, Ere judgment doth begin.

3 O Thou! the Strength of all thy saints,
In whom we live and move,
Still feed us with the bread of life,
Still bless us with thy love.

PSALM XXIX.

P. M.

1 BRING to the Lord, the mighty King, Your grateful off'rings hither bring, Your sacrifice prepare.

Ye kings and rulers of the earth,
Praise Him, to whom you owe your birth,
His sacred pow'r declare.

2 With holy worship sound His praise ;
To highest heav'ns His honors raise;
Give glory to His name.
The beauty of His holiness,

In all your themes of praise express,
And spread abroad His fame.

3 Let oceans wide His wonders tell: At God's command the billows swell, At God's command subside.

Combine, ye seas, His name to bless,
Ye raging waves, the God confess;
Who rules th' impetuous tide.

4 God sitteth on the water-flood;
His throne from age to age hath stood;
His kingdom ne'er shall cease.
Strength to His people God will give;
Their souls will bless; their wants relieve,
And grant eternal peace.

PSALM XXX.

C. M.

1 I'LL celebrate thy praises, Lord, Who did'st thy pow'r employ

To raise my drooping head, and check
My foes' insulting joy.

2 Thus to His courts, ye saints of His,
With songs of praise repair;
With me commemorate His truth,
And providential care.

3 His wrath has but a moment's reign,
His favour no decay:

Your night of grief is recompens❜d
With joy's returning day.

PSALM XXXII.

L. M.

1 How blest the man whose conscious grief From Thee, great God, has found relief;

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Whose guilt thy boundless love hath veil'd,
His fears compos'd, his weakness heal'd!
2 My humble soul its crime shall own:
Behold me bow before thy throne,
To Thee my inmost guilt disclose,
And in thy bosom pour my woes.
3 But, lo! while yet my hands I rear,
The voice of Mercy to my ear
Descends, and, whisp'ring peace within,
Confirms the pardon of my sin.

4 For this shall all who Thee adore,
Ere yet the day of grace be o'er,
To Thee with stedfast hope repair,
To Thee prefer th' unwearied pray'r.

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PSALM XXXIII.

P. M.

1 YE holy souls, in God rejoice,

Your maker's praise becomes your voice; Great is your theme, your songs be new; Sing of His name, His word, His ways, His works of nature and of grace, How wise and holy, just and true! 2 He gathers the wide-flowing seas, Those wat❜ry treasures know their place, In the vast store-house of the deep. He spake, and gave all nature birth; And fires, and seas, and heav'n, and earth His everlasting orders keep.