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Those who on thee rely,

Let no disgrace attend;
Be that the shameful lot of such

As wilfully offend.
To me thy truth impart,

And lead me in thy way;
For thou art he that brings me help,

On thee I wait all day, Thy mercies and thy love,

O Lord ! recall to mind, And graciously continue still,

As thou wert ever, kind. Let all my youthful crimes

Be blotted out by thee; And for thy wond'rous goodness' sake,

In mercy think on me.

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EFEND me, Lord, from shame,

For still I trust in thee;
As just and righteous is thy name,

From danger set me free.
Bow down thy gracious ear,

And speedy succour send;
Do thou, my steadfast rock appear,

To shelter and defend.
Since thou, when foes oppress,

My rock and fortress art:
To guide me forth from this distress

Thy wonted help impart.

Release me from the snare

Which they have closely laid,
Since I, O God! my strength, repair

To thee alone for aid.
To thee, the God of truth,

My life, and all that's mine,
(For ihou preserv'dst me from my youth,)

I willingly resigo.
All vain designs I hate,

Of those That trust in lies :
And still

my soul in ey'ry state
To God for succour dies,


Psalm 82. L, M,

Verse 1 to 5.
E'S blest whose sins bave pardon gain'd,

No more in judgment to appear ;
Whose guilt remission has obtain'd,

And whose repentance is sincere, While I conceal'd the fretting sore,

My bones consum'd without relief; All day did I with anguish roar,

But no complaint assuag'd my grief, Heavy on me tby band remain'd,

By day and night alike distress'd, Till quite of vital moisture drain’d,

Like land with summer's drought oppress'd, No I

my wound disclos'd, The guilt that tortur'd me within, But thy forgiveness interpos'd,

And mercy's healing balm pour'd in,


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Verse 1, 4, 5, 11, 12, 20, 21. LET to joy

Their cheerful voices raise, For well the righteous it becomes

To sing glad songs of praise. For faithful is the word of God,

His works with truth abound ;• He justice loves and all the earth

Is with his goodness crown'd.
Whate'er the mighty Lord decrees

Shall stand for ever sure ;
The settled purpose of his heart

To ages shall endure.
How happy tben are they, to whom

The Lord for God is known !
Whom he from all the world beside

Has chosen for his own!
Our soul on God with patience waits,

Our help and shield is he;.
Then, Lord, let still our hearts rejoice,

Because we trust in thee.

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Verse 1, 2, 7, 8, 9.
THRO' all the changing scenes of life

In trouble and in joy,
The praises of iny God shall still

My heart and tongue employ.


Of his deliv'rance I will boast,

'Till all that are distress'd,
From my example comfort take,

And charm their griefs to rest.
The hosts of God encamp around

The dwellings of the just;
Deliv'rance he affords to all,

Who on his succour trust.
O make but trial of his love !

Experience will decide
How bless'd they are, and only they,

Who in his truth confide.
Fear him, ye saints, and you will then

Have nothing else to fear;
Make you his service your delight,

He'll make your wants his care,


Psalm 37. P. M.

Verse 1 to 6.
WHO' wicked men grow rich or great,

Yet let not their successful state,
Thy anger or thy envy raise ;
For they, cut down like tender grass,



pass, Whose blooming beauty soon decays.

Or like young

Depend on God, and bim obey,
So thou within the land shalt stay,

Secure from danger and from want;
Make his commands thy chief delight,
And he thy duty to requite,

Shall all thy earnest wishes grant.

In all thy ways trust thou the Lord,
And he will needful help afford,

To perfect ev'ry just design:
He'll make, like light, serene and clear,
Thy cloudy innocence appear,

And as a inid-day sun to shine.

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Verse 4, 5, 6, 12, 13.
ORD, let me know my term of days,

soon my life ; The num'rous train of ills disclose,

Which this frail state attend,
My life, thou know'st, is but a span,

A cypher sums my years,
And ev'ry man, in best estate,

But vanity appears.
Man, like a shadow, vainly walks,

With fruitless cares oppress’d,
He heaps up wealth, but cannot tell

By whom 'twill be possess'd.
Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears,

And listen to my pray'r,
Who sojourn like a stranger here,

As all my fathers were.
O spare me yet a little time;

My wasted strength restore,
Before I vanish quite from hence

And shall be seen no more.

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