PSALM LXXI.

1 En Thee, O Lord, have & put my trust; let me never be put to confusion : but rid me, and deliver me in thy righteousness; incline thine ear unto me, and save me.

2 Be Thou my strong hold, whereunto X may alway resort : Thou hast promised to help me ; for Thou art my house of defence, and my castle.

3 Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the ungodly : out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man.

4 For Thou, O Lord God, art the thing that E long for: Thou art my hope, even from my youth.

5 Through Thee have I been holden up ever since I was born : Thou art We that took me out of my mother's womb; my praise shall alway ve of Thee.

6 am become as it were a monster unto many : but my sure trust is in Thee.

7 O let my mouth be filled with thy praise : that & may sing of thy glory and honour all the day long.

8 Cast me not away in the time of age : forsake me not when my strength faileth me.

9 For mine enemies speak against me, and

they that lay wait for my soul take their counsel together, saying: God hath forsaken him, persecute him, and take him; for there is none to deliver him.

10 Go not far from me, O God : my God, haste Thee to help me.

11 Let them be confounded and perish that are against my soul : let them be covered with shame and dishonour that seek to do me evil.

12 As for me, & will patiently abide alway : and will praise Thee more and more.

13 My mouth shall daily speak of thy righteousness and salvation : for X know no end thereof.

14 X will go forth in the strength of the Lord God; and will make mention of thy righteousness only.

15 Thou, O God, hast taught me from my youth up until now : therefore will I tell of thy wondrous works.

16 Forsake me not, O God, in mine old age, when E am gray-headed : until I have showed thy strength unto this generation, and thy power to all them that are yet for to come.

17 Thy righteousness, O God, is very high, and great things are they that thou hast done : O God, who is like unto Thee?

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son : and to the Holy Ghost;

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be : world without end. Amen.

Psalm LXXI.

SIR R. GRANT.

WITH years oppressed, with sorrows worn,
Dejected, harassed, sick, forlorn,

To Thee, O God, I pray:
To Thee, my withered hands arise,
To Thee I lift these failing eyes,

O cast me not away!

Thy mercy heard my infant prayer,
Thy love, with all a mother's care,

Sustained my childish days:
Thy goodness watched my ripening youth,

And formed my heart to love thy truth,

And filled my lips with praise.

O Saviour! has thy grace declined ?
Can years affect the Eternal mind?

Or time its love decay ?-
A thousand ages pass thy sight,
And all their long and weary flight
Is gone like yesterday.

Then, even in age and grief, thy name
Shall still my languid heart inflame,

1

!

And bow my faultering knee :
O yet this bosom feels the fire,
This trembling hand and drooping lyre
Have yet a strain for Thee.

Yes! broken, tuneless, still, O Lord,
This voice transported shall record
Thy goodness tried so long;
Till sinking slow, with calm decay,
Its feeble murmurs melt away

Into a seraph's song.

In Thee, O Lord, have E put my trust.

Be Thou

my strong hold, whereunto & may alway resort: Thou hast promised to help me;

I.

ONE time I was allowed to steer

Through realms of azure light;-
Henceforth, I said, I need not fear

A lower meaner flight:
But here shall evermore abide,
In light and splendour glorified.

R. C. TRENCH. II.

My heart one time the rivers fed,
Large dews upon it lay;
A freshness it has won, I said,
Which shall not pass away,
But what it is, it shall remain,
Its freshness to the end retain.

III.

But when I lay upon the shore,
Like some poor wounded thing,
I deemed I should not ever more
Refit my shattered wing-
Nailed to the ground and fastened there :
This was the thought of my despair.

IV.

And when my very heart seemed dried, And parched as summer dust,

Such still I deemed it must abide;

No hope had I, no trust

That any power again could bless
With fountains that waste wilderness.

v.

But if both hope and fear were vain,
And came alike to nought,
Two lessons we from this may gain,
If aught can teach us aught-
One lesson rather to divide
Between our fearfulness and pride.