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Then shall my song, with praise inspir'd,

To thee, my God, ascend, Who to thy servant in distress,

Such bounty didst extend.

Psalm 15. C. M.

Verse 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,7.
ORD, who's the happy man that may

To thy blest courts repair ?
Not
stranger

like to visit them,
But to inhabit there?
'Tis he, whose every thought and deed

By rules of virtue moves ;
Whose gen'rous tongue disdains to speak

The thing his heart disproves.
Who never did a slander forge

His neighbour's fame to wound;
Or hearken to a false report,

By malice whisper'd round.
Who vice, in all its ponip and pow'r,

Can treat with just neglect,
And piety, though cloth'd in rags,

Religiously respect.
Who to bis plighted vows and trust

Has ever firmly stood ;
And, though he promise to his loss,

Will make his promise good,
The man wlio by this steady course.

Has happiness insur'd,
When earth's foundation shakes shall stand,

By Providence secur'd.

Psalm 16. C. M.

Verse 5, 6, 8, 9.
My lot is fall’n in that blest land,

Where God is truly known;
He fills my cup with lib'ral hand,

"Tis he supports my throne.
In nature's most delightful scene

My happy portion lies ;
The place of my appointed reign

All other lands outvies.
Therefore my

soul shall bless the Lord, Whose precepts give nje light, And private counsel still afford

In sorrow's dismal night,
I strive each action to approve

To his all-seeing eye;
No danger shall my hopes remove,

Because he still is nigh,
Therefore my heart all grief defies,

My glory does rejoice;
My fesh shall rest in hope to rise,

Wak'd by his pow'rful voice.

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My firm affection, Lord, to thee; For thou hast always been a rock,

A fortress and defence to me,

Thou my deliv'rer art, my God,

My trust is in thy mighty pow'r; Thou art my shield from foes abroad,

At home my safe-guard and my tow'r. To thee I'll still address my pray'r,

To whom all praise we justly owe; So shall I, by thy watchful care,

Be guarded from my treach'rous foe, To heav'n I made my mournful pray'r,

To God address'd my humble moan, Who graciously inclip'd bis ear,

And heard me from his lofty throne.

THE

Psalm 19.

C. M.

Verse 1 to 4. THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord,

Which that alone can fill;
The firmament and stars express

Their great Creator's skill.
The dawn of each returning day

Fresh beams of kņowledge brings; From darkest night's successive rounds

Divine instruction springs.
Their pow'rful language to no realm

Or region is confin'd;
'Tis nature's voice, and understood

Alike by all mankind.
Their doctrine does its sacred sense

Through earth's extent display, Whose bright contents the circling sun

Does round the world convey.

Psalm 23. C. M.
THE
THE Lord binself, the mighty Lord,

Vouchsafe’s to be my guide;
The Shepherd by whose constant care

My wants are all supply'd.

In tender grass he makes me feed,

And gently there repose : And leads me to cool shades, and where

Refreshing water flows.

He does my wand'ring soul reclaim,

And to his endless praise, Instruct with humble zeal to walk

In his most righteous ways.

1 pass the gloomy vale of death,

From fear and danger free;
For there his aiding rod and staff

Defend and comfort me.

In presence of my spiteful foes

He does my table spread ; He crowns my cup with cheerful wine, With oil anoints my

head.

Since God doth thus his wond'rous love

Through all my life extend, That life to him I will devote,

And in his temple spend.

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Verse 1 to 5.
THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,

The Lord's her fulness is ;
The world and they that dwell therein,

By sov'reign right are his.
He fram'd and fix'd it on the seas,

And his Almighty hand,
Upon inconstant floods has made

The stable fabric stand.
But for himself this Lord of all

One chosen seat design'd;
O who shall to that sacred bill

Deserv'd admittance find ? The man whose bands and heart are pure,

Whose thoughts from pride are free;
Who honest poverty prefers

To gainful perjury.
This, this is he, on whom the Lord

Shall show'r his blessings down, Whom God, his Saviour, shall vouclısafe

With righteousness to crown.

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TO God, in whom I trust,

I lift my heart and voice; o lei

me not be put to shame Nor let my foes rejoice.

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