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Psalm XXIV.

The Ascension of Christ.

1 OUR LORD is risen from the dead!

Our SAVIOUR is gone up on high! The pow'rs of Hell are captive led,

Dragg’d to the portals of the sky. 2 There His triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay:
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates !

Ye everlasting doors ! give way. 3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold th' ethereal scene; He claims the mansions as His right :

Receive the King of Glory in.

4 Who is the King of Glory? who?

The LORD, who all his foes o'ercame; The world, sin, death, and Hell o'erthrew;

And Jesus is the Conq’ror's name.

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay: Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates!

Ye everlasting doors ! give way. 6 Who is the King of Glory? who?

The LORD of glorious pow'r possest; The King of saints and angels too,

GOD over all, for ever blest.

Psalm XXVII.

The Church our Delight and Sufety. 1 THE LORD of glory is my light,

And my salvation too;
God is my strength, nor will I fear

What all my foes can do.
2 One privilege my heart desires;

O grant me an abode
Among the churches of Thy saints,

The temples of my God!
3 There shall I offer my requests,

And see Thy beauty still;
Shall hear Thy messages of love,

And there inquire Thy will. 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, There тау

His children hide:
God has a strong pavilion where

He makes my soul abide.
5 Now shall my head be lifted high

Above my foes around,
And songs of joy and victory

Within Thy temple sound.

Psalm XXVII.

Secking God with Pruyer and Hope. i Soon as I heard my Father say,

· Ye children, seek my grace;'

heart replied without delay,
I'll seek my Father's face.

2 Let not Thy face be hid from me,

Nor frown my soul away;
God of my life, I fly to thee

In this distressing day. 3 Should friends and kindred near and dear

- Leave me to want, or die,
My GOD would make my life His care,

And all my need supply.
4 My fainting flesh had dy'd with grief,

Had not my soul believ'd
To see thy grace provide relief,

Nor was my hope deceiv'd. 5 Wait on the LORD, ye trembling saints,

And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,

And far exceed your hope.

Psalm XXX.

On recovering from Sickness.
i I WILL extol thee, LORD, on high :

At Thy command diseases fly:
Who but a God can speak and save

From the dark borders of the grave? 2 Sing to the LORD, ye saints of His,

And tell how large His goodness is;
Let all your pow'rs rejoice and bless,
While you record His holiness.

anger but a moment stays;
His love is life and length of days:
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning-star restores the joy,

3 His

A But I forgot Thine arm was strong,
Which made my mountain stand so long;
Soon as Thy face began to hide,

My health was gone, my comforts dy'd.
5 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe,
Are turn’d to sweetest praises now;
My sackcloth falls, by Thee unbound,
And joy and gladness gird me round.

Psalm XXXII. A guilty Conscience eased by Confession. 1 BLEST is the man, for ever bless'd,

Whose guilt is pardon'd by his God; Whose șins with sorrow are confess'd,

And cover'd with his SAVIOUR's blood. 2 While I keep silence, and conceal

My heavy guilt within my heart,
What torments doth my conscience feel!

What agonies of inward smart!
3 I spread my sins before the LORD,

And all my secret faults confess; Thy Gospel speaks a pard’ning word,

Thine holy SPIRIT seals the grace. 4 For this shall ev'ry humble soul

Make swift addresses to Thy seat : When floods of huge temptations roll,

There shall they find a blest retreat. 5 How safe beneath Thy wings I lie,

When days grow dark, and storms appear! And when I walk, Thy watchful eye

Shall guide me safe from ev'ry scare.


Saints invited to praisc the Creator.

1 YE saints! rejoice; the work of praise

By right to you belongs :
For sweet and unpolluted lays

Sound comely on your tongues. 2 Let ev'ry harp it's tribute bring,

Your utmost skill employ;
And tune the long-neglected string

To swell the gen’ral joy.

3 Sing to the LORD, with cheerful might,

Memorials ever new ;
For God's all-gracious Word is right,

And all His works are true.

4 His love to earth's remotest verge

Appears in rich display:
He breathes Heav'n's countless orbs emerge

In tuneful, bright array.

5 When from the wild chaotic flood

He call'd the solid land,
He spake'twas done—and fast it stood

At his supreme command.

6 Tremble, 0 earth !. beneath His nod;

Ye nations ! dread His frown;
But-blest are they whom such a GoD

Shall choose to make His own.

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