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From the provisions of thy house,
We shall be fed with full repast;
There mercy like a river flows,

And brings salvation to our taste.

Life like a fountain rich and free,,
Springs from the presence of the Lord:
And in his light our souls shall see
The glories promis'd in his word.

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PSALM XLI. P, M.

LEST is the man who yields his store With kind compassion to the poor; In time of danger and of dread,

The Lord himself will bring him aid: With length of days shall he be crown'd, For he a friend in heav'n has found,

Nor will that heav'nly friend forego
His help, or yield him to his foe:
If age brings on disease and pain,
He will not at his doom complain :
And ev'n if death approaches near,
Will meet his fate without a fear.

For God with hope shall raise his head,
Shall smooth with faith his dying bed,
His deeds of charity shall find
Acceptance in his Maker's mind,
Who soon shall make his anguish cease,.
And bid his soul depart in peace.

PSALM LXVII. S. M.

7ITH mercy gracious Lord!
The sons of men behold;

WITH

The heav'nly brightness of thy face
To all on earth unfold.

Thy holy will make known,

Thy saving health reveal;

That all the world, thy statutes shewn,
Their song of praise may swell.

For when thy just command,
And gentle sway they feel,
Then ev'ry tongue in ev'ry land
"The song of praise shall swell."

Then earth of faith and love,

Shall bring her full increase,
While thou shalt bless us from above,
With thine eternal peace.... 2.

'PSALM LXXIX. C. M.

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Must we for ever mourn,

Shall thy devouring jealous rage,
Like fire for ever burn.

O think not on our former sins,
But speedily prevent

The utter tuin of thy saints,
Who now with grief repent.

Lord,

Thou God of our salvation, help,
And free our souls from blame:
So shall our pardon and defence
Exalt thy glorious name.

So we thy people, and thy flock,
Shall ever praise thy name;
And with glad hearts our grateful thanks
From age to age proclaim.

PSALM LXXXIV. C. M.

GOD of host, the mighty Lord!
How pleasant and how fair,

The sacred dwellings of thy love,
Thy earthly temples are.

Thrice blest are they, who in thy house
Their happy days prolong;

Thy truth and mercies there display,
Ånd raise the heav'n taught song.

Blest, who their hopes on thee reclin❜d,
Thy hallow'd courts explore;
Whose steps, directed in thy ways,
Pursue them more and more.

Thus they advance from strength to strength
Thro' this dark vale of tears;

Till each in brighter courts above,
Before his God appears.

PSALM XC. C. M.

LORD! our sure, our constant aid,
Our souls supreme abode,

Who ere the heav'ns and earth were made,
Art one eternal God.

In death thou bid'st our bodies lie,
To life recall'st again,

When mercy's voice proclaims on high,
66 Return ye sons of men."

Thousands of years, Almighty Power!
Are moments in thy sight;
Day passes day, as flits the hour,
That marks the watch of night.

Teach then our souls life's little space,
With wisdom's eye to see,

And waft them on the wings of grace,
To Glory and to Thee.

SWE

PSALM XCHI. L. M.

WEET is the work my God! my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing,
To shew thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.

Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal cares shall seize my breast,
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!

My soul shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
His works of grace how bright they shine!
How deep his counsels ! how divine !

Soon may I see, and hear and know,
All I desir'd, or wish'd below:
And all my pow'rs find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

PSALM XCV. L. M.

COME, and to th' eternal King,
New songs of triumph let us sing;

With holy transport him alone,
The strength of our salvation own.

Extended wide beyond all bound,
Above all height his pow'r is found;
Nor lords with him, nor gods beside,
The honours of his throne divide.

O come, and to his name divine,
In lowliest homage let us join ;
His sov❜reign might with zeal avow
And rev'rent at his footstool bow.

In him our God, our Father see ;
The people of his pasture we ;
The flock that guided by his care,
The blessings of his bounty share.

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