rive them with thine angry breath,
Chro' distant lands to roam.

Then shall our grateful voice
'roclaim our guardian God;
ations round the earth rejoice,
and sound the praise abroad.
PSALM 60. С. М.

On a day of humiliation in war.

ORD thou hast scourg'd our guilty land,
Behold thy people mourn :
Il vengeance ever guide thy hand?
hall mercy ne'er return?

eath the terrors of thine eye,
arth's haughty tow'rs decay;
frowning mantle spreads the sky,

and mortals melt away.

Zion trembles at thy stroke, nd dreads thy lifted hand ! heal the nation thou hast broke, nd save the sinking land.

It the banner in the field,

or those that fear thy name;

n barb'rous hosts thy people shield,

nd put our foes to shame.

nd our armies to the fight,

nd be their guardian God :

ain shall num'rous pow'rs unite,

gainst thy lifted rod.

troops, beneath thy guiding hand,

mall gain a glad renown :
God who makes the feeble stand,
nd treads the mighty down.

as we'll devote our future days, pay our vows and sing thy praise. PSALM 62. L. M.

aith in the grace and power of the Redeemer. Y spirit looks to God alone; - My rock and refuge is his throne; 1 my fears, in all my straits,

soul on his salvation waits.

st him, ye saints, in all your ways, - out your hearts before his face : en helpers fail, and foes invade, is our all-sufficient aid.

e are the men of high degree, baser sort are vanity; in the balance, both appear t as a puff of empty air. e not increasing gold your trust, set your hearts on glitt'ring dust; will ye grasp the fleeting smoke, not believe what God has spoke ? hath his awful voice declar'd, and again my ears have heard, pow'r is his eternal due ; must be fear'd and trusted too." ov'reign pow'r reigns not alone, e is a partner of the throne : grace and justice, mighty Lord, well divide our last reward.

PSALM 63. First Part. C. M.

The morning of a Lord's day.
RLY, my God, without delay,
Chaste to seek thy face;
hirsty spirit faints away,

The love of God better than life.
REAT God, indulge my humble claim
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;
And I am thine by sacred ties,
Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood.
3 With early feet I love t' appear
Among thy saints, and seek thy face;
Oft have I seen thy glory there,
And felt the pow'r of sov'reign grace.

4 Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste,
Nor all the joys our senses know,
Could make me so divinely blest,
Or raise my cheerful passions so.
5 My life itself, without thy love,
No taste of pleasure could afford;
'Twould but a tiresome burden prove,

revere If I were banish'd from the Lord.

idst the wakeful hours of night,
en busy cares afflict my head;
- thought of thee gives new delight,
I adds refreshment to my bed.

ift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
ile I have breath to pray, or praise;
5 work shall make my heart rejoice,
- bless the remnant of my days.

PSALM 63. Third Part. S. M.
Seeking God.

M

Y God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;

et my early cries prevail
o taste thy love divine.
Ty thirsty fainting soul
hy mercy does implore ;
avellers in desert lands
an pant for water more.
Vithin thy churches, Lord,
long to find my place;
ow'r and glory to behold,
nd feel thy quick'ning grace.
ince thou hast been my help,
o thee my spirit flies;
athy watchful providence,
Ly cheerful hope relies.
he shadow of thy wings
Ty soul in safety keeps;
w where my Father leads,
nd he supports my steps.

PSALM 64. L. M.

Hope in God for deliverance from enemies. REAT God attend to my complaint, Nor let my drooping spirit faint: