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“Oh, heal the people thou hast broke,
“And save the sinking land." A Lift up a banner in the field
For those that fear thy name; Save thy beloved with thy shield,
And put our foes to shame.
Like a confederate God;
Against thy lifted rod.
By thine assisting hand;
PSALM 61.-S. M. [b]
My heart within me dies;
To heaven I lift mine eyes. 2 O lead me to the rock
That's high ahove my head,
My shelter and my shade.
Forever I'll abide;
The refuge where I hide. 4 Thou givest me the lot
Of those that fear thy name;
I shall possess tbe same.
PSALM 62.-L. M. "[*] Ver. 5–12. No trust in creatures; or, faith
in divine grace and power. 1 MY
spirit looks to God alone;
My rock and refuge is his throne : In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on his salvation waits.
Pour out your hearts before his face ;
God is our all-sufficient aid.
The baser sort are vanity;
Light as a puff of empty air.
Nor set your hearts on glittering dust; Why will you grasp the ieeting smoke, And not believe what God has spoke? 5 Once has bis awful voice declar'd,
Once and again my ears have heard,
" He must be fear'd and trusted too."
Grace is a partner of the throne:
PSALM 63.-1st Part. C. M. [*] Ver. 1,2,5, 3, 4. The morning of a Lord's day. 1 VARLY, my God, without delay,
Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrins on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burping sky,
And they must drink or die,
Through all thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heavenly kour,
That vis on so divine !
Can please my soul so well,
And in thy presence dwell.
Can my best passions move,
As thy forgiving love.
I'll bless my God and King;
And tune my lips to sing.
PSALM 63.--2d Part. C. M. (*) Ver. 6–10. Midnight thoughts recollected. I TIWAS in the watches of the night
I kept thy lovely face in sight
Ainidst the darkest hour.
My soul arose on high;
Bring thy salvation nigh." 3 My spirit labours up thine hill,
And climbs the beavenly road,
But thy right hand upholds me still,
While I pursue my God.
The shadow of thy wings ;
My tongue awakes and sings. 5 But the destroyers of my peace
Shall fret and rage in vain ; The tempter shall forever cease,
And all my sins be slain.
And send them down to dwell
PSALM 63.-L. M. L*]
than life. 1
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose thy name
Stand all engag’d to make me blest. 2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father and my God!
Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood. 3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands,
For thee I long, to thee I look ;
Pant for the cooling water brook. 4 With early feet I love t'appear
Among thy saints, and seek thy face;
Oft have I seen thy glory there, ; And felt the power of sovereign grace.
5 Not fruits, nor wines that tempt our taste,
Nor all the joys our senses know,
Or raise my cheerful passions so. 6 My life itself, without thy love,
No taste of pleasure could afford;
If I were banish'd from the Lord.
When busy cares afflict my head,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
PSALM 63.-S. M. [*]
Seeking God. 1
To taste thy love divine. 2 My thirsty fainting soul
Thy mercy does implore; Not travellers in desert lands,
Can pant for water more. 3 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place;
And feel thy quickening grace.