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2 Thy justice, like the hills, remains ;
Uñfathom'd depths thy judgments are; Thy providence the world sustains ;
The whole creation is thy care. 3 Since of thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make,
And saints to thy protection trust. 4 Such guests shall to thy courts be led
To banquet on thy love's repast;
Of joys that shall for ever last.
Thy presence is eternal day;
To upright hearts thy truth display.
A Funeral Psalm.
1 LORD, let me know my term of days, How soon my
; The num'rous train of ills disclose,
Which this frail state attend. 2 My life, thou know'st, is but a span,
A cipher sums my years; And ev'ry mạn, in best estate,
But vanity appears.
3 Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears,
And listen to my prayer ;
As all my fathers were.
My wasted strength restore; Before I vanish quite from hence,
And shall be seen no more.
33. PSALM XL. L. M.
For Christmas Day.
When founder'd deep in miry clay;
And suffer'd not my steps to stray. 2 The wonders he for me has wrought,
Shall fill my mouth with songs of praise ; And others, to his worship brought,
To hopes of like deliv'rance raise. 3. Who can the wond'rous works recount,
Which thou, O God, for us hast wrought! The treasures of thy love surmount
The power of numbers, speech, and thought. 4 I've learnt, that thou hast not desir'd
Off'rings and sacrifice alone;
For man's transgression to atone.
5 I therefore comercome to fulfil
The oracles thy books impart: 'Tis my delight to do thy will;
Thy law is written in my heart. 34. PSALM XL. L. M.
When a Sick Person is prayed for. 10
LORD, to my relief draw near,
For never was more pressing need; In my deliv'rance, Lord, appear,
Oh! graciously appear with speed. 2 All those who humbly seek thy face,
To joyful triumphs shall be rais'd; And all who prize thy saving grace
With me resound, The Lord be prais'd. 3 Thus, wretched though I am and poor,
Of me th' Almighty Lord takes care; Thou, God, who only can'st restore,
To my relief with speed repair. 35. PSALM XLI. C. M. 1 HAPPY the man whose tender care Relieves the
distrest; When troubles compass him around
The Lord shall give him rest. 2 If he in languishing estate
Oppress'd with sickness lie, The Lord will easy make his bed,
And inward strength supply.
3 Secure of this, to thee, my God,
I thus my prayer address'd;
Though I have much transgress'd. 4 Thy tender care secures my
Before thy glorious face.
From age to age be bless'd;
With loud amens express d.
36. PSALM XLII. C. M. 1 A Spants the hart for cooling streams, So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.
My thirsty soul doth pine:
Thou Majesty divine!
Those happy days present,
Thy temple did frequent.
4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ?
Trust God, who will employ
To thankful hymns of joy.
Has once dispelld this storm,
And all my vows perform.
For Christmas Day. IWHILE I the King'sloud praise rehearse, My tongue is like the pen of him
That writes with ready art. 2 How matchless is thy form, O King!
Thy mouth with grace o'erflows; Because fresh blessings God on thee
The meek, the just, and true;
Does all thy foes pursue.
That dare thy power despise! Down, down they fall, while throughtheir heart
The feather'd arrow flies.