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6 Let ev'ry creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.

PSALM LXXIII.

1. GOD, my supporter and my hope,
My help for ever near,
Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair.

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Through this dark wilderness;

Thy hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.

3 Were I in heav'n without my God,
"Twould be no joy to me;
And while this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.

4 What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint? God is my soul's eternal rock,

The strength of ev'ry saint.

PSALM LXXVI.

1 IN Judah is Jehovah known; In Israel is his glory great; His tent the gates of Salem own, And Zion is his chosen seat: 'Twas there he quench'd the shafts of fire, The shield, the sword, the warrior's ire.

2 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,

The horse and chariot pass'd away:

The mighty felt thy lifted rod;

They slept their sleep, and left their prey. Tremendous Being! who can stand The tempest of thy wrathful hand? 3 From heav'n thy voice in judgment spoke; Earth heard dismay'd, and sank to rest, When God his dread tribunal took,

And rose to save the meek distrest. Man's wrath, O God, reveals thy praise, Performs thy will, thy rule obeys.

PSALM LXXVIII.

1 GREAT God! how oft did Israel prove
By turns thine anger and thy love!
There in a glass our hearts may see,
How fickle and how false they be.

2 How soon the faithless Jews forgot
The dreadful wonders God had wrought!
Then they provoke him to his face,
Nor fear his power, nor trust his grace.

3 Oft when they saw their brethren slain,
They mourn'd and sought the Lord again;
Call'd him the Rock of their abode,
Their high Redeemer and their God.

4 Their prayers and vows before him rise,
As flatt'ring words or solemn lies;
While their rebellious tempers prove
False to his cov'nant and his love.

5 Yet, did his sov'reign grace forgive,
His mercy spar'd, and bid them live:
The God of Abraham lov'd them still,
And led them to his holy hill.

PSALM LXXX.

1 O ISRAEL'S Shepherd, Joseph's Guide!
Our prayers to thee vouchsafe to hear;
Thou that didst on the cherubs ride,
Again in solemn state appear.

2 Do thou convert us, Lord; do thou
The lustre of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,
Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.
3 O thou, whom heav'nly hosts obey!
How long shall thy fierce anger burn?
How long thy suff'ring people pray,
And to their prayers have no return?
4 Do thou convert us, Lord; do thou
The lustre of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,
Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.

PSALM LXXX. VERSION II.

1 GREAT Shepherd of thine Israel, Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And led'st the tribes, thy chosen sheep, Safe through the desert and the deep: 2 Thy church is in the desert now; Shine from on high and guide us through: Turn us to thee, thy love restore; We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. 3 Hast thou not planted with thy hands A lovely vine in heathen lands?

Did not thy pow'r defend it round, And heav'nly dews enrich the ground? 4 Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew," Thou wast its strength and glory too!

Attack'd in vain by all its foes, Till the fair Branch of promise rose. 5 Fair Branch! ordain'd of old to shoot From David's stock, from Jacob's root: 'Tis thine own Son, and he shall stand, Girt with thy strength, at thy right hand. 6 O! for his sake, attend our cry; Shine on thy churches, lest they die; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.

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1 O GOD of hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place

Where thou, enthron'd in glory, shew'st
The brightness of thy face!

2 O Lord of hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they,
Who in thy temple always dwell,
And there thy praise display!

3 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee Their sure protection made;

Who long to tread the sacred ways,
That to thy dwelling lead!

4 They shall proceed from strength to strength,

And still approach more near;
Till all on Zion's holy mount
Before their God appear.

PSALM LXXXIV. PART II.

1 GREAT God! attend while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs:

To spend one day with thee on earth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of pow'r,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
3 God is our sun, he makes our day:
God is our shield, he guards our way
From all th' assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without, and foes within.
4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too;
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.

5 O God, our King, whose sov'reign sway
The glorious hosts of heav'n obey,
And devils at thy presence flee,
Blest is the man that trusts in thee.

PSALM LXXXIV. VERSION III. 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints, To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God: My God! my King! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee? 3 Blest are the saints who sit on high Around thy throne of majesty: Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 4 Blest are the souls that find a place Within the temple of thy grace :

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