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4 Though mercy is his darling grace,
In which he chiefly takes delight,
According to their works requite.
For the Morning.
My morning prayer shall offer'd be; For thee my thirsty soul doth pant : My fainting flesh implores thy grace, Within this dry and barren place
Where I refreshing waters want. 2 O to my longing eyes once more That view of glorious power restore,
Which thy majestic house displays !
My lips shall always speak thy praise.
With lifted hands adore his name: My soul's content shall be as great As theirs who choicest dainties eat,
While I with joy his praise proclaim. 46. PSALM LXIII. (6. 8.)
For the Evening. W H EN down I lie sweet sleep to find,
Thou, Lord, art present to my mind;
And when I wake in dead of night,
I rest with safety and delight. 2 My soul, when foes would me devour, Cleaves fast to thee, whose matchless power
In her support is daily shewn:
Thou, Lord, shalt silence and disown. 3 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom heav'n's triumphant host
And suff' ring saints on earth adore,
When time itself must be no more.
47. PSALM LXV. L. M.
And all our zealous vows complete. 1 O thou, who to my humble prayer
Didst always bend thy list' ning ear,
And at thy gracious throne appear.
3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop thy flowing mercies try; .
And washest out the crimson dye.
Within thy sacred dwelling lives; Whilst we at humbler distance taste
The vast delights thy temple gives. 48. PSALM LXV. L. M.
In Harvest I THOU,Lord, dost barb'rous lands dismay,
When they thy dreadful tokens view; With joy they see the night and day
Each other's track by turns pursue. 2 From out thy unexhausted store
Thy rain relieves the thirsty ground; Makes lands, that barren were before,
With corn and useful fruits abound. 3 On rising ridges down it pours,
And ev'ry furrow'd valley fills;
In which a blest increase distils.
With fresh returns of plenty crown; And, where thy glorious paths appear, • Thy fruitful clouds drop fatness down.
5 Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn
The cheerful downs; the valleys bring A plenteous crop of full-eared corn,
And seem for joy to shout and sing. 49. PSALM LXVI. C. M. 1 I ET all the lands with shouts of joy
U To God their voices raise ; Sing psalms in honour of his name,
And spread his glorious praise. 2 Through all the earth the nations round
Shail thee their God confess;
Of thy great name express.
And then with me you'll own,
Has wondrous judgment shewn. 4 He by his power for ever rules ;
His eyes the world survey; Let no presumptuous man rebel
Against his sov’reign sway. 50. PSALM LXVII. S. M.
A Missionary Psalm. 1 Tho bless thy chosen race,
In mercy, Lord, incline; And cause the brightness of thy face . On all thy saints to shine.
2 That so thy wond'rous ways
May through the world be known, Whilst distant lands their tribute pay,
And thy salvation own. 3 Let diff’ring nations join
To celebrate thy fame;
To praise thy glorious name. 4 O let them shout and sing
With joy and pious mirth! For thou, the righteous Judge and King,
Shalt govern all the earth,
1 TO God your voice in anthems raise,
1 Jehovah's awful name he bears; In him rejoice, extol his praise,
Who rides upon high rolling spheres, 2 Him, from his empire of the skies,
To this low world compassion draws,
And judge the injur'd widow's cause, 3 'Tis God, who from a foreign soil
Restores poor exiles to their home, Makes captives free, and fruitless toil
Their proud oppressors' righteous doom.