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3 O hear, and to my longing eyes
Restore thy wonted light; And suddenly, or I shall sleep
In everlasting night. 4 Then shall my song, with praise inspired,
To thee, my God, ascend; Who to thy servant in distress
Such bounty didst extend.
10. PSALM XVI. C. M. 1MY
Y lot is fall'n in that blest land
Where God is truly known;
'Tis he supports my throne. 2 Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord,
Whose precepts give me light,
In sorrow's dismal night. 3 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath,
My soul from hell shalt free;
The least corruption see.
That to thy presence lead;
And joys that never fade.
11. PSALM XVI. (0.v.) C. M. 1 I SET the Lord still in my sight
Therefore I shall not fall.
To rise again : for why?
Because thou lovest me;
Corruption for to see:
Where there is joy in store;
PSALM XVIII. L. M. 1 No change of times shall ever shock
My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
A fortress and defence to me. 2 Thou my deliv'rer art, my God,
My trust is in thy mighty power:
At home my safeguard and my tower.
3 To thee I will address my prayer,
To whom all praise we justly owe;
Be guarded from my treach'rous foe. 4 To heaven I made my mournful prayer,
To God address'd my humble moan; Who graciously inclin'd his ear,
And heard me from his lofty throne.
13. PSALM XVIII. L. M. 1 MTHOU suit'st, O Lord, thy righteous ways
To various paths of human kind;
With thee shall wond'rous mercy find. 2 Thou to the just shalt justice shew,
The pure thy purity shall see;
Shall meet with due returns from thee. 3 On his firm succour I relied,
And did o'er num'rous foes prevail ; Nor fear'd, whilst he was on my side,
The best defended walls to scale.
His word will bear the utmost test:
And on his sure protection rest.
14. PSALM XIX. C. M. 1 THE heavens declare thy glory, Lord,
Which that alone can fill;
Their great Creator's skilī.
Fresh beams of knowledge brings;
Divine instruction springs.
Reclaims from false desires;
The ignorant inspires.
And bring sincere delight;
Assist the feeblest sight. 15. PSALM XX. C. M. 1 TO 1 thy salvation, Lord, for aid
We cheerfully repair,
« The Lord accept thy prayer.
On chariots some rely;
The power of God most high.
3 Quick from their steeds and chariots thrown,
Behold them through the plain, Disordered, broke, and trampled down,
Whilst firm our troops remain.
Our rightful cause to bless;
The prayers that we address.
1MY Y God, my God, why leav'st thou me
When I with anguish faint ? O why so far from me remov'd,
And from my sad complaint ?
Of innocence oppress’d;
Of right to thee address’d. 3 Thou, guardian-like, didst shield from wrongs
My helpless infant days;
Through life's bewilder'd ways.
When trouble is so nigh;
I only can rely: