PSALM LXV.

L. M.

1 GREAT God, from thy exhaustless store, Thy rain relieves the thirsty ground; Makes lands, that barren were before, With corn and useful fruits abound.

2 Thy goodness does the circling year
With fresh returns of plenty crown;
Where'er thy glorious paths appear,
Thy fruitful clouds drop fatness down.
3 Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn
The cheerful plains; the vallies bring
Their plenteous crops of full-ear'd corn,
They seem for joy to shout and sing.

4 Thy works pronounce thy pow'r divine;
Thro' every month thy gifts appear;
O'er every field thy glories shine;
Great God! thy goodness crowns the year.

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PSALM LXVII.

1 To bless thy chosen race,

In mercy, Lord! incline;

S. M.

And cause the brightness of thy face
On all thy saints to shine.

2 That so thy wond'rous way

May through the world be known; While distant lands their tribute pay, And thy salvation own.

3 Let differing nations join
To celebrate thy fame,

And all the world, O Lord, combine
To praise thy glorious name.

4 Give God the Father praise;
Glory to God the Son;
To God, the spirit of all grace;
Be equal honour done.

PSALM LXVIII.

L. M.

1 LORD! when Thou didst ascend on high, Ten thousand angels fill'd the sky: Those heav'nly guards around Thee wait, Like chariots that attend thy state.

2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear

More glorious, when the Lord was there; While He pronounced His dreadful law, And struck the chosen tribes with awe.

3 How bright the triumph none can tell,
When the rebellious powers of hell,
Which thousand souls had captive made,
Were all in chains like captives led!

4 Rais'd by His Father to the throne,
He sent the promis'd Spirit down,
With gifts and grace for rebel-men,
That God may dwell on earth again.

5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

PSALM LXXI.

C. M.

1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys;

Transported by the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 O! how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare

Which glows within my ravish'd heart! But Thou canst read it there.

3 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.

4 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

5 When worn by sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renew'd my face;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.

6 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

7 Through all eternity to Thee
A grateful song I'll raise;
But oh! eternity's too short,
To utter all thy praise.

PSALM LXXII.

L. M.

1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Doth his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

2 To Him shall endless pray'r be made,
And princes throng to crown his head :
His Name like sweet perfume shall rise
With ev'ry morning sacrifice:

3 People and realms of ev'ry tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his Name.

4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns;
The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.

5 Let ev'ry creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to our KING;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud AMEN.

PSALM LXXX.

L. M.

10 ISRAEL'S Shepherd, Joseph's Guide! Our pray'rs 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.
3 O Thou, whom heav'nly hosts obey,
How long shall thy fierce anger burn?
How long thy suff'ring people pray,
And to their pray'rs have no return?
4 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 LXXXIV.

1 LORD of the worlds above!
How pleasant, and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thy earthly temples are!

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P. M.