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PSALM 77. OLD VERSION.

Will regard and think upon The working of the Lord, And all his wonders past and gone I gladly will record.

2 Yea, all his works I will declare, And what he did devise;

To tell his facts I will not spare,

And all his counsel wise.

Thy works, O Lord, are all upright,
And holy all abroad;

What one hath strength to match the might

Of thee, the Lord our God?

4 Thou art a God that dost forth show
Thy wonders ev'ry hour;
And so dost make thy people know
Thy virtue and thy power.

PSALM 81.

1 TO God, our never-failing strength,
With loud applauses sing;

And jointly make a cheerful noise
To Jacob's awful King.

2 Compose a hymn of praise, and touch
Your instruments of joy,

Let psalteries and pleasant harps
Your grateful skill employ.

3 Let trumpets at the great new moon
Their joyful voices raise,

To celebrate th' appointed time,
The solemn day of praise.

4 For this a statute was of old,

Which Jacob's God decreed, To be with pious care observ'd By Israel's chosen seed.

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PSALM 84.

God of Hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place

Where thou, enthron'd in glory, shews't
The brightness of thy face!

2 My longing soul faints with desire
To view thy blest abode ;
My panting heart and flesh cry out
For thee, the living God.

3 0 Lord of hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they
Who in thy temple always dwell,

And there thy praise display!

4 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee Their sure protection made; Who long to tread the sacred ways

That to thy dwelling lead!

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10 Lord, the mighty God of hosts,
My just request regard;

Thou God of Jacob, let my pray'r
Be still with favour heard.

2 For in thy courts one single day
"Tis better to attend,

Than, Lord, in any place besides
A thousand days to spend.

3 For God, who is our sun and shield,
Will grace and glory give;
And no good thing will he withold
From them that justly live.

4 Thou God, whom heav'nly hosts obey, How highly blest is he,

Whose hope and trust, securely plac'd,
Is still repos'd on thee!

PSALM 84. OLD VERSION.

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1 HOW pleasant is thy dwelling-place, O Lord of hosts, to me!

The tabernacles of thy grace,
How pleasant, Lord, they be!

2 O, they be blessed that may dwell
Within thy house always!
For they all times thy facts do tell,
And ever give thee praise:

3 Yea, happy sure likewise are they
Whose stay and strength thou art,
Who to thy house do mind the way
And seek it in their heart.

4 As they go through the vale of tears,
They dig up fountains still;
That as a spring it all appears,
And thou their pits dost fill.

5 From strength to strength they go full fast,

No faintness there shall be;

And so the God of gods at last
In Sion they do see.

PSALM 85.

10 God our Saviour, all our hearts

To thy obedience turn;

That, quench'd with our repenting tears,
Thy wrath no more may

burn.

2 For why should'st thou be angry still,
And wrath so long retain ?
Revive us, Lord, and let thy saints
Thy wonted comfort gain.

3 Thy gracious favour, Lord, display,
Which we have long implor'd;
And, for thy wondrous mercy's sake,
Thy wonted aid afford.

4 God's answer patiently I'll wait;
For he, with glad success,

(If they no more to folly turn,) His mourning saints will bless.

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PSALM 86.

EACH me thy way, O Lord, and I
From truth shall ne'er depart :

In rev'rence to thy sacred Name

Devoutly fix my heart.

2 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, Praise thee with heart sincere,

And to thy everlasting Name
Eternal trophies rear.

3 But thou thy constant goodness didst
To my assistance bring;
Of patience, mercy, and of truth,
Thou everlasting spring!

PSALM 89.

1 THY mercies, Lord, shall be my song, My song on them shall ever dwell:

To ages yet unborn my tongue

Thy never-failing truth shall tell.

2 For such stupendous truth and love Both heav'n and earth just praises owe, By choirs of angels sung above,

And by assembled saints below.

3 What seraph of celestial birth
To vie with Israel's God shall dare?
Or who among the gods of earth
With our Almighty Lord compare?

4 With rev'rence and religious dread
His saints should to his temple press;
His fear through all their hearts should spread,
Who his Almighty Name confess.

PSALM 90.

1 THOU turnest man, O Lord, to dust, Of which he first was made ;

And when thou speak'st the word, "Return," "Tis instantly obey'd.