9 Then let those mercies I declared
To others, Lord, extend to me;
Thy loving-kindness my reward,
Thy truth my safe protection be.

SELECTION 35. C. M.
From the xli. Psalm of David.

man

care

Relieves the poor distress'd!
When troubles compass him around,
The Lord shall give him rest.

2 The Lord his life, with blessings crown'd,

In safety shall prolong;
And disappoint the will of those
That seek to do him wrong.

3 If he, in languishing estate,

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Oppress'd with sickness lie;
The Lord will easy make his bed,
And inward strength supply.
4 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.'
5 Thy tender care secures my life.
From danger and disgrace;
And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still
Before thy glorious face.

6 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.

SELECTION 36. C. M.

From the xlii. Psalm of David.

As

S pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase;
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 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.

4 God of my strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn;
Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed
To my oppressor's scorn?

5 My heart is pierced, as with a sword,
While thus my foes upbraid:
"Vain boaster, where is now thy God
And where his promised aid?"

6 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still; and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

SELECTION 37. II. 5.

From the xlii. Psalm of David.

As

S pants the wearied hart for cooling springs,
That sinks exhausted in the summer's chase,
So pants my soul for thee, great King of kings,
So thirsts to reach thy sacred dwelling-place.

2 Why throb, my heart? Why sink, my saddening soul! Why droop to earth, with various woes oppress'd? My years shall yet in blissful circles roll,

And peace yet be an inmate of this breast.

3 Lord, thy sure mercies, ever in my sight,

My heart shall gladden through the tedious day;
And midst the dark and gloomy shades of night,
To thee, my God, I'll tune the grateful lay.

4 Why faint, my soul? why doubt Jehovah's aid?
Thy God the God of mercy still shall prove;
Within his courts thy thanks shall yet be paid:
Unquestion'd be his faithfulness and love.

SELECTION 38. L. M.

From the xliii. Psalm of David.

LET me with light and truth be bless'd

these my

to lead the way,
Till on Thy holy hill I rest,
And in thy sacred temple pray.

2 Then will I there fresh altars raise

To God, who is my only joy;

And well-tuned harps, with songs of praise,
Shall all my grateful hours employ.

3 Why then cast down, my soul? and why
So much oppress'd with anxious care?
On God, thy God, for aid rely,
Who will thy ruin'd state repair.

SELECTION 39. C. M.

From the xlv. Psalm of David.

WHILE I the King's loud praise rehearse,
Indited by my heart,

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 Gird on thy sword, most mighty Prince;
And, clad in rich array,
With glorious ornaments of power,
Majestic pomp display.

4 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.

5 How sharp thy weapons are to them That dare thy power despise !

Down, down they fall, while through their heart The piercing arrow flies.

6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fix'd,
For ever to endure;

Thy sceptre's sway shall always last,
By righteous laws secure.

7 Because thy heart, by justice led,
Did upright ways approve,
And hated still the crooked paths,
Where wandering sinners rove:

8 Therefore did God, thy God, on thee
The oil of gladness shed;
And has, above thy fellows round,
Advanced thy lofty head.

SELECTION 40. II. 2.
From the xlvi. Psalm of David.
NOD is our refuge in distress,
UA present help when dangers press,
In him, undaunted we'll confide;

His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

4 God of my strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn;
Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed
To my oppressor's scorn?

5 My heart is pierced, as with a sword,
While thus my foes upbraid:
"Vain boaster, where is now thy God
And where his promised aid?"

6 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still; and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

SELECTION 37. II. 5.

From the xlii. Psalm of David.

S pants the wearied hart for cooling springs,

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So pants my soul for thee, great King of kings,
So thirsts to reach thy sacred dwelling-place.

2 Why throb, my heart? Why sink, my saddening soul! Why droop to earth, with various woes oppress'd} My years shall yet in blissful circles roll,

And peace yet be an inmate of this breast.

3 Lord, thy sure mercies, ever in my sight,

My heart shall gladden through the tedious day;
And midst the dark and gloomy shades of night,
To thee, my God, I'll tune the grateful lay.

4 Why faint, my soul? why doubt Jehovah's aid?
Thy God the God of mercy still shall prove;
Within his courts thy thanks shall yet be paid:
Unquestion'd be his faithfulness and love.

SELECTION 38. L. M.

From the xliii. Psalm of David.

LET me with light and truth be bless'd

my to lead the way, Till on Thy holy hill I rest,

And in thy sacred temple pray.

2 Then will I there fresh altars raise

To God, who is my only joy;

And well-tuned harps, with songs of praise,
Shall all my grateful hours employ.

3 Why then cast down, my soul? and why
So much oppress'd with anxious care?
On God, thy God, for aid rely,
Who will thy ruin'd state repair.

SELECTION 39. C. M.

From the xlv. Psalm of David.

WHILE I the King's loud praise rehearse,

Indited by

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 Gird on thy sword, most mighty Prince;
And, clad in rich array,
With glorious ornaments of power,
Majestic pomp display.

4 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.

5 How sharp thy weapons are to them That dare thy power despise !

Down, down they fall, while through their heart The piercing arrow flies.

6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fix'd,

For ever to endure;

Thy sceptre's sway shall always last,
By righteous laws secure.

7 Because thy heart, by justice led,
Did upright ways approve,
And hated still the crooked paths,
Where wandering sinners rove:

8 Therefore did God, thy God, on thee
The oil of gladness shed;
And has, above thy fellows round,
Advanced thy lofty head.

SELECTION 40. II. 2.

From the xlvi. Psalm of David.

YOD is our in

GA present help when dangers press,

In him, undaunted we'll confide;