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;
And drink, as from a fountain-head,

Of joys that shall for ever last.
5 With thee the springs of life remain;

Thy presence is eternal day;
O let thy saints thy favour gain ;

To upright hearts thy truth display.

32.

PSALM XXXIX.

C. M.

2

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 ;
Who sojourn like a stranger here,

As all my fathers were.
4 O spare me yet a little time,

My wasted strength restore; Before I vanish quite from hence,

And shall be seen no more.

33. PSALM XL. L. M.

For Christmas Day.
1
GOD
MOD took me from the dismal pit,

When founder'd deep in miry clay;
On solid ground he plac'd my feet,

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;
Nor blood of guiltless beasts requir'd

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

poor

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;
Lord, for thy mercy, heal my soul,

Though I have much transgress'd. 4 Thy tender care secures my

life
From danger and disgrace;
And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still

Before thy glorious face.
5 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God

From age to age be bless'd;
And all the people's glad applause

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.
2 For thee, my God, the living God,

My thirsty soul doth pine:
O when shall I behold thy face,

Thou Majesty divine!
3 I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts

Those happy days present,
When I with troops of pious friends

Thy temple did frequent.

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4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ?

Trust God, who will employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs

To thankful hymns of joy.
5 Oh! when thy presence, Lord of life,

Has once dispelld this storm,
To thee I'll midnight anthems sing,

And all my vows perform.
37. PSALM XLV. C. M.

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

Eternally bestows.
3 Ride on in state, and still protect

The meek, the just, and true;
Whilst thy right hand with swift revenge

Does all thy foes pursue.
4 How sharp thy weapons are to them

That dare thy power despise! Down, down they fall, while throughtheir heart

The feather'd arrow flies.