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59. · PSALM LXXX. .
L. M. 1 O
's Our prayers to thee vouchsafe to hear; Thou that dost on the cherubs ride,
Again in solemn state appear. 2 0 thou, whom heav'nly hosts obey,
How long shall thy fierce anger burn ? How long thy suff'ring people pray,
And to their pray’rs have no return ? 3 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
The lustre of thy face display;
Like scatter'd clouds shall pass away. 60. PSALM LXXXIV. C. M. 1 GOD of hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place,
The brightness of thy face!
To view thy blest abode;
For thee, the living God. 3 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee
Their sure protection made;
That to thy dwelling lead!
4 Thus they proceed from strength to strength,
And still approach more near,
Before their God appear.
A Psalm of Thanksgiving,
To thy obedience turn;
Thy wrath no more may burn. 2 To all that fear his holy name
His sure salvation's near;
Our nation shall appear.
And righteousness with peace,
With friendly arms embrace. 4 Truth from the earth shall spring, whilst heav'n
Shall streams of justice pour;
PSALM LXXXVI. C. M, 1 To
my complaint, O Lord my God,
Thy gracious ear incline;
Of all relief but thine.
2 To me, who daily thee invoke,
Thy mercy, Lord, extend;
On thee alone depend.
But prompt to pardon too ;
Who for thy mercy sue.
O Lord, attentive be;
For thou wilt answer me.
63. PSALM LXXXIX. L. M. THY mercies, Lord, shall be my song, TI
My song on them shall ever dwell; To ages yet unborn my tongue
Thy never failing truth shall tell. 2 I have affirm’d, and still maintain,
Thy mercy shall for ever last; Thy truth, that does the heav'ns sustain,
Like them shall stand for ever fast. 3 For such stupendous truth and love
Both heav'n and earth just praises owe, By choirs of angels sung above,
And by assembled saints below.
4 Thou dost the lawless sea controul,
And change the prospect of the deep; Thou mak’st
the sleeping billows roll ; Thou mak'st the rolling billows sleep.
A Funeral Psalm.
LITHOU turnest man, O Lord, to dust,
Of which he first was made;
”Tis instantly obey'd.
Are like a day that's past,
Whose hours unminded waste.
We vanish hence like dreams
The sun's reviving beams : 4 But howsoever fresh and fair
Its morning beauty shows; "Tis all cut down and wither'd quite
Before the ev'ning close.
Of our short days to mind,
May ever be inclin'd.
65. PSALM XCI. (6. 8.) 1 HE
E that has God his guardian made,
Shall under the Almighty's shade
My God, in whom I will confide, 2 His tender love and watchful care Shall free thee from the fowler's snare,
And from the noisome pestilence:
His truth shall be thy strong defence. 3 Because, with well-placed confidence, Thou mak'st the Lord thy sure defence,
And on the Highest dost rely;
Any infectious plague draw nigh. 66. PSALM XCII. C. M. 1 HOM
OW good and pleasant must it be
To thank the Lord most high;
His name to magnify!
His goodness to relate ;
The glad effects repeat !