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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.
Verse 1 to 7.
My morning pray’rs shall offer'd be:
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.
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.
COME! all ye that fear the Lord,
Attend with needful care ; Whilst I what God for me has done
With grateful joy declare.
So now I praise his name;
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.
Psalm 67 S. M.
Verse 1, 2, 3, 4, 7,
On all thy saints to shine.
May through the world be known, Whilst distant lands their tribute pay,
And thy salvation own,
To celebrate thy fame;
To praise thy glorious name.
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.
Verse 1 to 4.
Did graciously repair ;
My God with humble pray'r.
No med'cine gave relief;
My soul indulg’d her grief.
my pain :
The more I did complain.
Thou keep'st my eyes awake;
I sigh but cannot speak.
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,
A thousand days to spend.
Will grace and glory give,
From them that justly life.
10 my complaint, O Lord ! my God!
Thy gracious ear incline;
Of all relief but thine.
That does thy name adore ;
Relies on thee restore.
Thy mercy, Lord, extend;
On thee alone depend.
But prompt to pardon too:
Who for thy mercy sue,