5 Fear Him, ye saints, and ye will then
Have nothing else to fear:
Make ye his service your delight,
He'll make your wants his care.
PSALM 34. 2d version. (L. M.)

God our Saviour worthy to be praised.

1 THEE, Lord, we bless from day to day:
To Thee we raise the joyful lay;
From morn to eve the

song extend; And call Thee Father, Guardian, Friend, 2 To Thee our souls disclose each care; Hear, Lord, and answer all our prayer: Thy faithful buckler round us spread, And in the battle shield our head.

3 Hail, Saviour of the human race!
Hail, Fountain of exhaustless grace!
Thrice happy, who on Thee recline,
Nor own nor ask a help but thine.
4 O let each heart, in humble frame,
Awake to laud thy glorious name;
O let each voice triumphant raise
Its noblest song to swell thy praise.

PSALM 37. (P. M.)

The prosperity of the wicked a snare.

1 THOUGH Wicked men grow rich and great, Yet let not their successful state

Our anger or our envy raise;

For they far hence shall quickly pass,
Cut down like flowers, or tender grass,
Whose blooming beauty soon decays.

2 The gay, the thoughtless I have seen,
Like a young bay-tree, fresh and green,
That spreads it's vig'rous branches round;
But he was gone, as quick as thought,
And, though in every place I sought,
No sign or track of him I found.

s Observe the perfect man with care,
And mark all such as upright are;
Their roughest days in peace shall end :
But ah! the closing years of those,
Who dare God's sacred will oppose,
One common ruin shall attend.

PSALM 39. (L. M.)

The shortness and vanity of life.

1 ALMIGHTY maker of my frame!
Teach me the measure of my days;
To know how poor and weak I am,
And spend the remnant to thy praise.
2 My days are shorter than a span;
A passing shade my life appears:
Frail at the best is dying man:
A cypher sums his utmost years.

3 His schemes of worldly bliss how vain!
What fruitless cares distract his mind!
He heaps up wealth with toil and pain,
Then dies, and leaves it all behind.
4 Oh! be a nobler portion mine,
Which moth nor rust can e'er decay!
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,
For joys which none can take away.

PSALM 41. (L., M.)

Blessed are the merciful.

1 He who with generous pity glows, Who learns to feel another's woes; Turns to the poor a list'ning ear, And wipes the helpless orphan's tear 2 Who to the' afflicted gives relief, And kindly soothes each anxious grief; In every want, in every woe,

Himself thy pity, Lord, shall know. 3 Thou shalt prolong and guard his days, And shed thy blessing on his ways; Nor leave him in the evil hour, A prey to man's relentless power. 4 When languid with disease and pain, Thou, Lord, his spirit shalt sustain: Thine arm shall raise his sinking head, And make, in sickness, all his bed.

PSALM 42. (C. M.)

God a very present help in trouble.

1 AFFLICTION is a stormy deep,
Where wave resounds to wave;
Though o'er my head the billows roll,
I know the Lord can save..

2 The hand which now witholds my joys,;
Can'
yet restore my peace;

And he who bade the tempest roar,
Can bid the tempest cease,

3 In the dark watches of the night,
I'll count his mercies o'er ;

I'll praise him for ten thousand past,
And humbly sue for more.

4 When darkness and when sorrow rose,
And press'd on every side,

The Lord has still sustain'd my steps,
And still has been my guide.

5 Here will I rest, and build my hope:
Nor murmur at his rod;
He's more than all the world to me,
My Father and my God.

PSALM 43. (P. M.)

The christian encouraging himself to trust in God, v 51 O My soul! what means this sadness? Wherefore art thou thus cast down? Let thy grief be turn'd to gladness Bid thy restless fears be gone;

Look to Jesus;

Trust in his all-powerful name.

2 What though Satan's strong temptations Press around thee, day by day

And thy sinful inclinations

Fill thee oft with sad dismay:
Look to Jesus;-

Thou shalt conquer through his blood." 3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee From without and from within, Jesus saith, "I'll ne'er forget thee. "I will save from death and sin:" He is faithful

To perform his promis'd word.

4 Though distresses now attend thee,
And thou tread the thorny road,
His right hand shall still defend thee;
He shall bring thee home to God :
Therefore praise, Him;-

Praise thy great Redeemer's name.
5 O that I could now adore Him,
Like the heavenly hosts above;
Who for ever bow before Him,
And, unceasing, sing his love:
Blessed spirits!!

When shall I your chorus join?

PSALM 46. 1st version. (L. M.)

In war. v. 6, &c. .

1 SEE, roused by discord's fierce alarms, The headlong nations rush to arms! But God asserts his sovereign sway; Ye nations all, his voice obey. !

2 Come and behold a scene of dread;
Behold a world with slaughter spread:
And know, 'tis God, who bids each land
Thus feel the terrors of his hand.

3 'Tis his again, the earth to cheer,
To break the bow, to snap the spear;
To wrap in flames the glittering car,
And hush the tumult of the war.

4 "Be still, ye sons of pride, and own. "That I am God, and I alone: od ot "Exalted o'er each heathen land, "Exalted o'er the earth! Ivstand.",

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