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Though mercy is his darling grace,

In which he chiefly takes delight, Yet will be all the human race

According to their works requite.

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Verse 1 to 7.
O GOD, my gracious God, to thee

My morning pray’rs shall offer'd be:
For thee my thirsty soul does pant,
My fainting flesh implores thy grace,
Within this dry and barren place,

Where I refreshing waters want. O to my longing eyes once more That view of glorious pow'r restore,

Which thy majestic house displays ! Because to me thy wond'rous love Than life itself does dearer prove,

My lips shall always speak thy praise. My life, yvhile I that life enjoy, In blessing God I will employ,

With lifted hands adore bis name: My soul's content shall be as great As their's who choicest Jainties eat,

While I with joy his praise proclaim. When down I lie sweet sleep to find, Thou, Lord, art present to my mind,

And when I wake in dead of night; Because thou still dost succour bring, Beneath the shadow of thy wing

I rest with safety and delight.

Psalm 65. L. M.

Verse 1 to 4.
VOR thee, O God, our constant praise

Our promis'd altars there we'll raise,

And all our zealous vows complete. O thou, who to my humble pray’r

Didst always bend thy list’ning ear ! To thee shall all mankind repair

And at thy gracious throne appear. Our sins, though numberless, in vain

To stop thy flowing mercies try, Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain

And washest out the crimson dye. Blest is the man, who near thee plac'd,

Within thy sacred dwelling lives ; Whilst we at humbler distance taste

The vast delights thy temple gives.

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COME! all ye that fear the Lord,

Attend with needful care ; Whilst I what God for me has done

With grateful joy declare.
As I before his aid implor'd,

So now I praise his name;
Who, if my heart had harbour'd sin,

Would all my pray'rs disclaim.

But God to me, whene'er I cried,

His gracious ear did bend; And to the voice of my request

With constant love attend. Then bless'd for ever be my God, Who never, when I

pray, Withholds his mercy from my soul,

Nor turns his face away.

In mercy,

Psalm 67 S. M.

Verse 1, 2, 3, 4, 7,
To bless thy chosen race,

Lord, incline;
And cause the brightness of thy face

On all thy saints to shine.
That so thy wondrous ways

May through the world be known, Whilst distant lands their tribute pay,

And thy salvation own,
Let diff'ring nations join

To celebrate thy fame;
Let all the world, O Lord! combine

To praise thy glorious name.
O let them shout and sing,

Dissolv'd in pious mirth, For thou, the righteous Judge and King,

Sbalt govern all the earth. Then God upon our land

Shall constant blessings show'r, And all the world in awe shall stand

Of his resistless pow'r.

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Verse 1 to 4.
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NO God I cried, who to my help

Did graciously repair ;
In trouble's dismal day I sought

My God with humble pray'r.
All night my fest'ring wound did run,

No med'cine gave relief;
My soul no comfort would admit,

My soul indulg’d her grief.
I thought on God, and favours past,
But that increas'd

my pain :
I found my spirit more oppress'il

The more I did complain.
Through ev'ry watch of tedious night

Thou keep'st my eyes awake;
My grief is swell’d to that excess,

I sigh but cannot speak.

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LORD of hosts, my King and God!

How highly bless'd are they, Who in thy temple always dwell,

And there thy praise display. Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee

Their sure protection made; Who long to tread the sacred ways

That to thy dwelling lead.

For in thy courts one single day

'Tis better to attend,
Than, Lord, in any place besides

A thousand days to spend.
For God, who is our sun and shield,

Will grace and glory give,
And no good thing will he withhold

From them that justly life.

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10 my complaint, O Lord ! my God!

Thy gracious ear incline;
Hear me, distress'd, and destitute

Of all relief but thine.
Do thou, O Lord ! preserve my soul,

That does thy name adore ;
Thy servant keep, and him whose trust

Relies on thee restore.
To me, who daily thee invoke,

Thy mercy, Lord, extend;
Refresh thy servant's soul, whose hopes

On thee alone depend.
Thou, Lord, art good : not only good,

But prompt to pardon too:
Of plenteous mercy to all those

Who for thy mercy sue,

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