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Psalm XXXIV.

God's Care of His Saints.

1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,

In trouble, and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.

2 Of His deliv'rance I will boast,

Till all that are distrest
From my example comfort take,

And charm their griefs to rest.

3 0! magnify the LORD with me,

With me exalt His Name; When in distress to Him I callid,

He to my rescue came.

4 The hosts of GOD encamp around

The dwellings of the just: Deliv'rance He affords to all

Who on His succour trust.

5 O! make but trial of His love;

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

Who in His truth confide.

6 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 XXXVI. Saints' interest in God's Attributes and Providence. 1 O LORD, Thy mercy, my sure hope,

The highest orb of Heav'n transcends ; Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd scope

Beyond the spreading sky extends. 2 Thy justice, like the hills, remains;

Unfathom'd depths Thy judgments are ; Thy providence the world sustains ;

The whole creation is Thy care. 3 Since of Thy goodness all partake,

With what assurance should the just
Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make,

And saints in Thy protection trust! 4. Such guests shall to Thy courts be led,

To banquet on Thy love's repast; And drink, as from a fountain's head,

Of joys that shall for ever last.
5 With Thee the springs of life remain ;

Thy presence is eternal day:
O! let Thy saints Thy favour gain;
To upright hearts Thy truth display.

Direction and Protection for the Righteous.
1 THE good man's way is God's delight;
He orders all the steps aright

Of him that moves by His command : Though he sometimes may be distress'd, Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd ;

For God upholds him with His hand.

2 Observe the perfect man with care, And mark all such as upright are ;

Their roughest days in peace shall end : While on the latter end of those Who dare God's sacred will oppose,

A common ruin shall attend. 3 God to the just will aid afford : Their only safeguard is the LORD;

Their strength in time of need is He: Because on Him they still depend, Their LORD will timely succour send,

Andfrom the wicked set them free.

Psalm XXXIX.

Mortality of Man.-Vanity of the World.
TEACH me the measure of my days,

Thou Maker of my frame;
I would survey life's narrow space,

And learn how frail I am.

2 A span is all that we can boast,

An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust

In all his flow'r and prime !
3 See the vain race of mortals move

Like shadows o'er the plain ;
They rage and strive, desire and love,

But all their noise is vain.
4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show;

Some toil for earthly store;
Amass for heirs, they know not who,

And straight are seen no more.

5 What should I wish or wait for then,

From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,

And disappoint our trust.
6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,

My fond desires recal;
I give my mortal int'rest up,
And make



Psalm XXXIX.
Submission under Affliction.-Man a Sojourner.
1 SILENT I stood beneath Thy rod,

And silent still I'll stand :
Thy right I own-'twas Thou, my God!

I own Thy chast'ning hand.
2 But shall Thy hand, severely just,

To me destructive prove?
Oh ! from this feeble, dying dust

Thy vengeful stroke remove!
3 When with rebukes Thy justice hies

To close this wasting span,
Crush'd, like the moth, his beauty dies;

Such vanity is man!
4 Then let my cries arrest Thine ears,

Nor still Thy help deny!
While, weeping in this vale of tears,

Beneath thy hand I lie.
5 A stranger on this distant shore

From stage to stage I go: As all my fathers were before,

Short sojourner below!

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6 O! grant me, LORD! a kind reprieve;

My gracious strength restore,
Till I this land of sorrow leave-

Go hence- and be no more!

Psalm XL.

Deliverance from great Distress.

i I WAITED meekly for the LORD,

Till He vouchsaf'd a kind reply; Who did His gracious ear afford,

And heard from Heav'n my humble cry. .

2 He took me from the dismal pit,

When founder'd deep in miry clay; On solid ground He plac'd my feet,

And suffer'd not my steps to stray.

3 The wonders He for me has wrought

Shall fill my mouth with songs of praise ; And others, to His worship brought,

To hopes of like deliv'rance raise.

4 Who can the wondrous works recount

Which Thou, O GOD, for us hast wrought?
The treasures of Thy love surmount
The pow'r of numbers, speech, and thought.

5 For those who humbly seek Thy face,

To joyful triumphs shall be rais'd; And all who prize Thy saving grace,

With mé resound, The LORD be prais'd.

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