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4 I pass the gloomy vale of death,
From fear and danger free; For there his aiding rod and staff
Defend and comfort me.
He does my table spread,
With oil anoints my head.
Through all my life extend, That life to him I will devote,
And in his temple spend.
The Lord's her fulness is;
By sov'reign right are his.
And his Almighty hand
The stable fabrick stand.
One chosen seat design'd;
Desir'd admittance find ! 4 The man whose bands and heart are pure,
Whose thoughts from pride are free;
To gainful perjury.
Shall show'r his blessings down, Whom God his saviour shall vouchsafe
With righteousness to crown. 6 Such is the race of saints, by whom
The sacred courts are trod; And such the proselytes that seek
The face of Jacob's God
Unfold to entertain
With his celestial train.
The Lord for strength renown'd;
Eternal victor crown'd.
Tu state to entertain
King of glory; see, he comes
10 Who is this King of glory! who?
The Lord of hosts renown'd;
PSALM XXV. 1 God, in
Tu lied my heart and voice;
2 O let me not be put to shame,
Nor let my foes rejoice. 3 Those who on thee rely,
Let no disgrace attend;
As wilfully offend.
And lead me in thy way;
On thee I wait all day. 6 Thy mercies and thy love,
O Lord, recall to mind;
As thou wert ever, kind. 7 Let all my youthful crimes
Be blotted out by thee;
In mercy think on me. 8 His mercy and his truth
The righteous Lord displays,
And teaching them his ways. 9 He those in justice guides
Who his direction seek ;
The humble and the meek. 10 Through all the ways of God
Both truth and mercy shine,
The Second Part. 11 Since mercy is the grace
That most exalts thy fame,
And so advance thy Name. 12 Whoe'er with humble fear
To God his duty pays,
In all his righteous ways. 13 His quiet soul with peace
Shall be for ever blest,
14 For God to all his saints
His secret will imparts;
In their obedient hearts. 15 To him I lift my eyes,
And wait his timely aid,
Which for my feet was laid. 16 O turn, and all my griefs,
In mercy, Lord, redress;
And plung'd in deep distress. 17 The sorrows of my heart
To mighty sums increase;
My troubled soul release. 18 Do thou with tender eyes
My sad affliction see;
Entirely set me free. 19 Consider, Lord, my foes,
How vast their numbers grow;
What boundless hate they show! 20 Protect and set my soul
From their fierce malice free;
My steadfast trust in thee. 21 Let all my righteous acts
To full perfection rise,
On thee alone relies. 22 To Israel's chosen race
Continue ever kind;
Let them thy succour find.
Repose on thee, my God. 2, 3 Search, prove my heart, whose innocence
Will shine the more 'tis tried; For I have kept thy grace in view,
And made thy truth my guide. 4 I never for companions took
The idle or profane;
Conld e'er my friendship gain.
Á I hate the busy plotting crew,
Who make distracted times; And shun their wicked company,
As I avoid their crimes.
And bring a heart so pure,
My welcome shall secure. 7,8 My thanks I'll publish there, and tell
How thy renown excels;
In which thy honour dwells.
Who murder make their trade; 10 Who others' rights, by secret bribes,
Or open force invade.
And innocence pursue :
Thy mercies, Lord, renew. 12 In spite of all assaulting foes
I still maintain my ground;
Thy praises to resound.
PSALM XXVII. 1 WHOM should I fear, since. God to me
Is saving health and light!
What can my soul affright?
When focs beset me round,
Were made to strike the ground. 3 Through him my heart, undaunted, dares
With num'rous hosts to cope ; Through him in doubtful straits of war,
For good success I hope.
I earnestly desire,
And his blest will enquire.
In times of deep distress;
In that secure recess;
My lofty head shall raise,
And sing glad songs of praise.
The Second Part.
Whene'er to thee I cry;
Nor my requests deny.
Thou kindly dost advise ;
My grateful heart replies.
Nor me in wrath reject;
Thou didst so oft protect.
Their helpless charge forsake,
Wilt care and pity take.
My ways directly guide;
Should see me tread aside. 12 Lord, disappoint my cruel foes,
Defeat their ill desire,
Against my peace conspire. 13 I trusted that my future life
Should with thy love be crown's,
With sorrow compass'd round.
And he'll inspire thy breast
PSALM XXVIII. 1 0 Lord, my rock, to thee I cry,
In sighs consume my breath;
Like those that sleep in death. 2 Regard my supplication, Lord,
The cries that I repeat,
· Before thy mercy seat.
Who make a trade of ill;
Whose blood they mean to spill. 4 According to their crimes' extent
Let justice have its course :
Have sinn'd without remorse.