PSALM 19. FIFTH PART. P. M.
LOVE the volumes of thy word;
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls benighted and distrest!
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,
Thy promise leads my heart to rest.
2 From the discoveries of thy law
The perfect rules of life I draw:
These are my study and delight:
Not honey so invites the taste,
Nor gold that hath the furnace passed,
Appears so pleasing to the sight.
3 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes,
And warn me where my danger lies;
But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord,
That makes my guilty conscience clean,
Converts my soul, subdues my sin,

And gives a free, but large reward.
4 Who knows the errors of his thoughts?
My God, forgive my secret faults,
And from presumptuous sins restrain.
Accept my poor attempts of praise,
That I have read thy book of grace
And book of nature, not in vain.
PSALM 20. L. M.

NOW may the God of power and grace
Attend his people's humble cry!

Jehovah hears when Israel prays,
And brings deliverance from on high.
2 The name of Jacob's God defends,
When bucklers fail and brazen walls:
He from his sanctuary sends

Succour and strength when Zion calls.

3 Well he remembers all our sighs,
His love exceeds our best deserts;
His love accepts the sacrifice
Of humble groans and broken hearts.
4 In his salvation is our hope,

And in the name of Israel's God
Our troops shall lift their banners up,
Our navies spread their flags abroad.

5 Some trust in horses trained for war,
And some of chariots make their boasts;
Our surest expectations are

From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts.
6 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear,
Now let our hopes be firm and strong;
Till thy salvation shall appear,
And joy and triumph raise the song.
PSALM 21. C. M.

UR land, O Lord, with songs of praise,
Shall in thy strength rejoice;

And, blest with thy salvation, raise

To heaven a cheerful voice.

2 Thy sure defence, through nations round,
Hath spread our country's name;
And all her humble efforts crowned
With freedom and with fame.

3 In deep distress, a patriot band
Implored thy power to save;
For liberty they prayed; thy hand
The timely blessing gave.

4 Most righteous Lord, thy stubborn foes
Shall quake through all their train;
Thy vengeful arm shall find out those
Who hate thy gracious reign.

5 On thee, in want, in woe or pain,
Our hearts alone rely;

Our rights thy mercy will maintain,
And all our wants supply.

6 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare, And still exalt thy fame;

While we glad songs of praise prepare,
For thine Almighty name.

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PSALM 22. FIRST PART. C. M. WOW from the roaring lion's rage, O Lord, protect thy Son,

"NOW

Nor leave thy darling to engage
The powers of hell alone."

2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray,
With mighty cries and tears;
God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chased away his fears.

3 Great was the victory of his death,
His throne exalted high;

And all the kindreds of the earth
Shall worship or shall die.

4 A numerous offspring must arise
From his expiring groans;
They shall be reckoned in his eyes
For daughters and for sons.

5 The meek and humble souls shall see
His table richly spread;

And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.

6 The isles shall know the righteousness
Of our incarnate God,

And nations yet unborn profess
Salvation in his blood.

PSALM 22. SECOND PART. L. M.
TOW let our mournful songs record

NOW

The dying sorrows of our Lord, When he complained in tears and blood, As one forsaken of his God.

2 The Jews behold him thus forlorn,

And shake their heads and laugh in scorn; "He rescued others from the grave, Now let him try himself to save. 3 This is the man did once pretend God was his father and his friend! If God, the blessed, loved him so, Why doth he fail to help him now?” 4 O savage people! cruel priests!

How they stood round like raging beasts' Like lions gaping to devour,

When God had left him in their power.

5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet,
Till streams of blood each other meet;
By lot his garments they divide,

And mock the pangs in which he died.
6 But God his father heard his cry;
Raised from the dead he reigns on high;
The nations learn his righteousness,
And humble sinners taste his grace.

PSALM 23. FIRST PART. L. M.

MY shepherd is the living Lord;

Now shall my wants be well supplied;

His providence and holy word
Become my safety and my guide.

2 In pastures where salvation grows
He makes me feed, he makes me rest;
There living water gently flows,
And all the food's divinely blest.

3 My wandering feet his ways mistake;
But he restores my soul to peace,
And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In the fair paths of righteousness.

4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope shall never fail,
For God my shepherd's with me there.
5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps
Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;
Thy staff supports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.
6 The sons of earth and sons of hell
Gaze at thy goodness, and repine
To see my table spread so well,
With living bread and cheerful wine.
7 How I rejoice, when on my head
Thy Spirit condescends to rest!
Tis a divine anointing, shed
Like oil of gladness at a feast.
8 Surely the mercies of the Lord
Attend his household all their days:
There will I dwell to hear his word,
To seek his face, and sing his praise.

PSALM 23. SECOND PART. C. M.
Y shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah is his name;

MY

In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.

2 He brings my wandering spirit back
When I forsake his ways,

And leads me for his mercy's sake
In paths of truth and grace.

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