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, Courageously proceed; 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. i 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 |