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2 Then to his courts, ye saints of his,
With songs of praise repair; .. With me commémorate his truth,
And providential care.
His favour no decay;
With joy's returning day. 4 'Tis done! thou hast my mournful scene . To songs and triumphs turn'd; Invested me with robes of joy,
Who late in sackcloth mourn'd.
25. PSALM XXXI. S. M.' 1 DEFEND me, Lord, from shame,
For still I trust in thee;
From danger set me free. 2 Bow down thy gracious ear,
And speedy succour send;
To shelter and defend. 3 To thee, the God of truth,
My life, and all that's mine, (For thou preserv’dst me from my youth,)
I willingly resign.
4 All vain designs I hate,
Of those that trust in lies;
To God for succour flies.
A Thanksgiving for a Woman after Childbirth. 1 L OW great thy mercies, Lord,
de To such as fear thy name,
Dost to the world proclaim! 2 I said, in hasty flight,
I'm banish'd from thine eyes;
And heard'st my earnest cries. 3 O all ye saints, the Lord
With eager love pursue;
And give the proud their due. 4 Ye that on God rely,
With strength in time of need. 27. PSALM XXXII. L. M. I L E's blest whose sins have pardon gain'd,
I No more in judgement to appear;
And whose repentance is sincere.
2 While I conceal'd the fretting sore, . .
My bones consum'd without relief;
But no complaint assuaged my grief. 3 Heavy on me thy hand remain'd, .
By day and night alike distress'd; 'Till quite of vital moisture drain'd,
Like land with summer's droughtoppress’d. 4 No sooner I my wound disclos'd, ...
(The guilt that tortur'd me within,) But thy forgiveness interpos'd,
And mercy's healing balm pour'd in. 28. PSALM XXXIII. L. M. 1 T ET all the just to God with joy
L Their cheerful voices raise,
To sing glad songs of praise. 2 For faithful is the word of God,
His works with truth abound,
Is with his goodness crowned. 3 'Tis God, who those that trust in him . "
Beholds with gracious eyes; ,
In time of dearth supplies.
4 The riches of thy mercy, Lord,
Do thou to us extend;
On thee alone depend.
1 In trouble and in joy,
My heart and tongue employ,
"Till all that are distrest
And charm their griefs to rest.
With me exalt his name;
He to my rescue came.
Experience will decide,
:: Who in his truth confide.
Have nothing else to fear;
Your wants shall be his care.
30. . PSALM XXXIV. C. M. 1 W HILE hungry lions lack their prey,
The Lord will food provide
And see their needs supplied.
Is open to their cries:
When his relief they crave;
And contrite spirit save.
Against the just conspire;
He keeps their bones entire.
Who on his truth depend,
His blessings shall descend.
Before the Sacrament.
Above the heavinly orb ascends;
Beyond the spreading sky extends