7 Thy mercies, then, I'll own,

Thy righteousness adore,
And praise Thy name, Thou Holy One,

When time shall be no more.

PSALM 71. II. Metre. (c.m.). 1 My God, my everlasting hope,

My trust is in Thy truth; Thy hands have held

iny

childhood up, And strengthen'd all my youth.

29 2 Still has

my

life new wonders seen
Repeated every year:
Behold! my days, which yet remain,

I trust them to Thy care.
3 Reject me not when strength declines,

When hoary hairs arise;
And round me let Thy glory shine,

Whene'er Thy servant dies. 4 Then, in the hist'ry of my age,

When men review my days,
They'll read Thy love in every page,
In every line Thy praise.
PART II.

(c.m. 1 My Saviour, my Almighty Friend,

When I begin Thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end,

The numbers of Thy grace? 2 Thou art my everlasting song,

Thy goodness I'll adore;

Teach Thou my heart, inspire my tongue,

To praise Thee more and more. 3 My feet shall travel all the length

Of the celestial road,
And march with courage in Thy strength,

To see my LORD and Gov. 4 Thy mercy daily I'll proclaim,

Thy great salvation own,
The glories of Thy righteousness,

And mention Thine alone.
6 How will my lips rejoice to tell

The vict'ries of my King !
My soul, redeem'd from death and hell,

Shall Thy salvation sing.
6 Awake, awake my tuneful powers ;

With this delightful song
I'll entertain the darkest hours,

Nor think the season long.

PSALM 72. (Old 112th.) David praying for Solomon, foretells his peaceful

and glorious reign, and under this figure, in most lively colours, describes the extent and glory of

the kingdom of MESSIAH.
1 IMMORTAL GOD, ascend Thy throne,

Grant the dominion to Thy Son;
MESSIAH, King of righteousness,

All nations of the world shall bless;
His conquests spread from shore to shore,
Till sun and moon shall shine no more,

2 Soft as the rains from heaven descend, T scast

As fertile lands with produce bend, I The blade, the ear, the ripening corn,

Wide cultur'd fields with fruit adorn ; Messiah reigns, the world to bless

With fruits of holiness and peace. 3 All kings, all nations, join to praise

The triumphs of His truth and grace; In Him the poor and helpless find

A Saviour, merciful and kind; While Gentile realms and islands sing

The conquest of our glorious King. 4 His name for ever shall remain

Glorious, immortal, as His reign;
In Him shall all mankind be blest,

Shall seek and find eternal rest :
Oh praise Him, praise His sacred name ;
AMEN, AMEN, resound the theme.

PSALM 72. II. Metre. (L.M.) 1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun

Doth his successive journies run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,

Till-moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 To Him shall endless prayer be made,

And praises throng to crown His head': I His name like sweet perfume shall rise,

With every morning sacrifice. 3 People e and realms of ev'ry tongue

Dwell on his love with sweetest song; int

And infant voices shall proclaim

Their early blessings on His name.
4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;

The pris’ner leaps to lose his chains ;
The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.
3 Where He displays His healing power,

Death and the curse are known no more;
In Him the tribes of Adam boast

More blessings than their father lost. 6 Let every creature rise and bring

Peculiar honours to their King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud AMEN.

PSALM 73. (c.m.) The Psalmist tempted to despondency, encourages

kimself with contemplating the examples of tke

saints, and the final issue of their affliction. 10 GOD, how truly good Thou art,

Though enemies assail,
Though grief oppress my anxious heart,

And haughty foes prevail.
2 Cast down, I look'd to Thy abode,

Where all my hopes depend, There in the sanctuary of God,

I learnt to know their end, 3 Thy hand through life my wants supplied,

Almighty to relieve,

And Thou wilt with Thy counsel guide,

To glory then receive. 4 Could I ascend to realms on high,

Or dwell in heav'n's abode; No scenes of glory could supply

The absence of my God.
5 Not all the joys this world inspires

Could equal bliss afford;
No; none on earth my soul desires,

Compar'd with Thee, O LORD.
6 I'll praise Thee with my dying breath,

Thou wilt my soul sustain ;
To live depriv'd of Thee is death,

To die with Thee is gain.

PSALM 74. (c.m.) The Church, in a time of persecution, bemoans here

self as deserted of God, and intreats the return of divine favour and protection for the honour of

his holy name.
1 WHY hast Thou cast us off, O God,

Thy absence, LORD, we mourn;
Pity Thy Church, Thy lov'd abode,

O LORD of hosts return !
2 O God, Thy sanctuary behold,

Low leveil'd to the ground;
Ensigns of war our foes unfold,
And compass us around.

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