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His saints, who serv'd with holy fear,
With Him in glory shall appear,
And crown Him Lord of all.

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PSALM 63. II. Metre.

(Old 113th.)

10 GOD, my gracious GoD, to Thee
My early prayers shall offered be;
For Thee my thirsty soul does pant;
My fainting strength implores Thy grace,'
Within this dry, this barren place,

Where I refreshing waters want.

2 0 to my longing eyes once more
That view of glorious power restore,
Which Thy majestic house displays; T
Because to me Thy wond'rous love

Than life itself does dearer prove,

My lips shall always speak Thy praise.

3 My life, while I that life enjoy, In blesssing GOD may I employ,

With lifted hands adore Thy name:
My soul's content shall be more great
Than their's, who dwell in earthly state,
While I with joy Thy praise proclaim.
4 When down I lie, sweet sleep to find,
Thou, LORD, art present to my mind,

And when I wake in dead of night;
Because Thou still dost succour bring,
Beneath the shadow of thy wing

I rest with safety and delight.

PSALM 63. III. Metre. (L.M.)

1 GOD, my God, my all Thou art,
Ere shines the dawn of rising day;
Thy sov'reign light within my heart,
Thine all enliv'ning power display.

2 In a dry land behold I place

My whole desire on Thee, my LORD;
Yea, more I joy to gain Thy grace,
Than all earth's treasures can afford.

3 O LORD, within Thy sacred gates,
Where I so oft have sought for Thee;
Again my longing spirit waits,
That fulness of delight to see.

4 More dear than life itself, Thy love
My heart and tongue shall still employ;
Thy love to sing, Thy grace to prove,
Shall be my glory, peace, and joy.

5. In blessing Thee with thankful songs,
My happy life shall glide away:
The praise that to Thy name belongs,
Daily, with lifted hands, I pay.

6 Abundant sweetness! while I sing,
Thy love my favour'd soul o'erflows:
Secure in Thee, my GoD and King,,
Of glory that no period knows.

7 Beneath Thy smiles, O may I live,
By Thy right hand upheld and blest ;,
Under the shadow of Thy wing,
I trust, I wait for endless rest,

David prays for deliverance from his enemies, and predicts the exaltation of the Church in GOD her SAVIOUR.

1 HEAR my voice, O GOD, in prayer,
Guard my life from servile fear;

From each hostile counsel hide,
Through life's dreary desart guide.

2 Foes on every side increase;

LORD, preserve my soul in peace;
While they point the envenom'd dart,
Plead my cause, and guard my heart.

3 Then shall men Thy power confess,
See Thy hand, Thy mercy bless;
Men shall fear, and GoD adore,
Own thy work, and strive no more.

4 But the just Thy acts record,
Glorying only in the LORD;

They, who love and trust Thy name,
Shall, with joy, Thy praise proclaim..

PSALM 65.

(L.M.)

The Psalmist celebrates divine mercy, in hearing prayer, pardoning transgression, and replenishing the earth with fruitful seasons.

1 GOD of hosts, at Sion's gates,
Glory and praise eternal waits:

Thou hearest prayer; all flesh shall come
And worship at Thy hallow'd dome.

2 But, oh, iniquities prevail;
Yet, Lord, let not thy pity fail;
Be merciful unto our sin,

Remove the guilt, efface the stain.

3 Blest is the man, who finds a place
Within the temple of Thy grace;
With food divine he shall be fed,
And satisfied with living bread.

4 Wonders of mercy shall appear,
As answers to Thy people's prayer;
While earth and seas shall hear Thy voice,
Revere Thy tokens, and rejoice.

5 Form'd by Thy word, at Thy command,
Upheld by Thee, the mountains stand;
The boist'rous waves of ocean cease,
And furious tumult yields to peace.

6 See, flocks the verdant fields adorn ;
See, vallies smile with bending corn:
Thy bounteous gifts diffus'd appear,
Great GOD! Thy goodness crown the year.

PSALM 65. II. Metre. (L.M.)

1 FOR Thee, O GOD, our constant praise
In Zion waits, Thy holy seat:

Our promis'd altars there we raise,
And all our zealous vows complete.
2 O Thou, who to my humble prayer,
Didst always lend a gracious ear,
To Thee shall all mankind repair,
And at Thy gracious throne appear.

3 Our sins, tho' numberless, in vain
To stop Thy flowing mercy try;
Whilst Thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain,
And washest out the crimson dye.

4 Blest is the man, who, near Thee placed,
Within Thy sacred dwelling lives;
Whilst we, at humbler distance, taste
The vast delights Thy temple gives.

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1 GREAT GOD, from Thy exhaustless store,
Thy rain relieves the thirsty ground;
Makes lands, that barren were before,
With corn and useful fruits abound.

2 Thy goodness does the circling year
With fresh returns of plenty crown;
Where'er Thy glorious paths appear,
Thy fruitful clouds drop fatness down.

3 Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn
The cheerful plains; the vallies bring
Their plenteous crops of full-ear'd corn,
They seem for joy to shout and sing.

4 Thy works pronounce Thy pow'r divine ;
Thro' every month Thy gifts appear;
O'er every field Thy glories shine;
Great GOD! thy goodness crowns the year.

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