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3 Lo, my heart with studious care
For thy presence I prepare.

Ne'er shall my presumptuous hand,
Dare to break thy known command.

4 Naught within me shalt thou find
That bespeaks a faithless mind.
Friend of those that own thy name,
I the wicked would disclaim.

5 PLEAS'D I see a pious band In my house attendant stand; And in holy worship join

To their own great Lord and mine.

6 Lips to secret slander bred

May my heaviest censure dread;
Haughty looks, and hearts of pride,
Shall not in my tents abide.

7 Men who make thy laws their care,
They shall dwell protected there;
But the men who work deceit,
In my house find no retreat.

8 Thus shall sinners be represt,
And thy land from evil rest;
Till thy church be peace and love,
As thy purer church above.

PSALM 102.

The fifth penitential Psalm---Addressed to the Lord Christ. Heb. i. 10- 12.

The prayer of faith for relief in distress.

1 WHEN I pour out my soul in prayer,
Do thou, O Lord, attend;

To thy eternal throne of grace
Let my sad cry ascend.

2 O hide not thou thy glorious face
In times of deep distress;

Incline thine ear, and, when I call,
My sorrows soon redress.

3 My days, just hast'ning to their end,
Are like the evening shades:
My beauty, like the wither'd grass,
With waning lustre fades.

4 But thy eternal state, O Lord,
No length of time shall waste;
The mem❜ry of thy wondrous works
From age to age shall last.

The restoration of God's church anticipated.
5 GOD shall arise, and Zion view
With an unclouded face;
Now his appointed time is come,
His promis'd day of grace.

6 The saints, who in thy mercy trust,
Cast round their longing eyes;

They love her stones, they love her dust;
O may her glory rise!

7 The name and glory of the Lord
Each Gentile king shall fear;
The Lord will Zion build again,
And in his power appear.

8 He will regard his servants' cry,
Nor slight their earnest prayer;
We and our sons, for this his grace,
Will all his praise declare.

Our frail and transitory state contrasted with the unchangeableness and eternity of Jehovah. Heb. i. 10 --12.

9 GOD wastes our strength; and, ere our race be run, Cuts short our days; and, O our God, we cry "Take us not off, before our days be done." Thy years the lapse of age on age defy!

6 Of old thy hands the earth's foundations laid; Thy hands the heavens, that beauteous work, arrang'd.

They all away shall pass, by age decay'd,

Rent like a garment, as a vesture chang'd.

7 But THOU-thy years nor end nor number know;
Thou art JEHOVAH, and thou still SHALT BE.
On all thy servants' seed wilt thou bestow,
To share thy being, and thy face to see."

PSALM 103.

Praise for the mercies of redemption.

1 MY soul, give laud unto the Lord,
My spirit do the same:
And all the secrets of my heart,
Praise ye his holy name.

2 Praise thou the ever gracious Lord,
To thee so very kind;

And suffer not his benefits

To slip out of thy mind.

3 He gave thee pardon for thy faults,
And thee restor❜d again

From all thy weak and frail disease,
And heal'd thee of thy pain.

4 He has redeem'd thy life from death,
From which thou could'st not flee;
His mercy and compassion hoth
He did extend to thee.

The great goodness and forbearance of God.

5 THE Lord abounds with tender love,
And unexampled acts of grace:
His waken'd wrath doth slowly move,
His willing mercy flies apace.

6 God will not always harshly chide,
But with his anger quickly part;
He loves his punishments to guide
More by his love than our desert.
7 As high as heaven its arch extends
Above this little spot of clay;
So much his boundless love transcends
The small regards that we can pay.

8 As far as east retires from west,
So far has He our sins remov'd;
And with a father's tender breast,
Has such as fear'd him always lov'd.
A chastening God not forgetful of our frailty.
THE pity of the Lord

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To those that fear His Name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.

He knows we are but dust,
Scatter'd with ev'ry breath;
His anger like a rising wind

Could send our souls to death.
Our days are like the grass,
Or like the morning flower:

If the sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
We wither in an hour.

But thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure:

And children's children ever find

Thy word of promise sure.

Universal praise due to the God of the universe.

13 THE Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne;
Rules o'er the world His power alone;
O ye, Jehovah bless,

His angels, who excel in might;
Ye, who to do his will delight,

And his dread voice confess!

14 Bless him, all ye his hosts above,
Bless him below, ye saints, who love
And own his high control!

Bless him, all creatures of his word,
Where'er his sovereign laws are heard;-
And bless him, O my soul!

VERSION II.

1 BLESS, O my soul, the living GOD; Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad; Let all the pow'rs within me join

In work and worship so divine.

2 Bless, O my soul, the GOD of
grace;
His favours claim thy highest praise;
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be lost in silence, and forgot?

3 'Twas he, my soul, that sent his Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done;
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.

4 Our youth decay'd, his pow'r repairs;
His mercy crowns our growing years;
He satisfies our soul with good,

And fills our mouth with heav'nly food. 5 Let the whole earth his pow'r confess; Let the whole earth adore his grace; May all our pow'rs within us join, In work and worship so divine!

VERSION III.

1 O MY soul, with all thy powers,
Bless the Lord's most holy name;
O my soul, till life's last hours,

Bless the Lord, His praise proclaim.
Thine infirmities he heals:

He thy peace and pardon seals.

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