5 With thee the springs of life remain,

Thy presence is eternal day;
O let thy saints thy favor gain,

To upright hearts thy truth display.

PSALM 31. II. 2.
From the Xxxvii. Psalm of David.

PART I.

I THOUGH wicked men grow rich or greaty
Yet let not their successful state

Thy anger or thy envy raise ;
For they, cut down like tender grass,
Or like young flowers away shall pass,

Whose blooming beauty soon decays.
2 Depend on God, and him, 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. 3 In all thy ways trust thou the LORD, And he will needful help afford,

To perfect every just design;
He'll make like light, serene and clear,
Thy clouded innocence appear,

And as a mid-day sun to shine. 4 With quiet mind on God depend, And patiently for him attend,

Nor envy the success of crime;
For God will sinful men destroy,
Whilst they his presence shall enjoy,
Who trust on him, and wait his time.

11. 2.
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 sħall he ne'er be quite oppressid,

For God upholds him with his hand 2 With caution shun each wicked deed, In virtue's ways with zeal proceed,

And so prolong your happy days;
For God, who judgment loves, does still
Preserve his saints secure from ill,

While soon the wicked race decays. 3 The upright shall possess the land, His portion shall for ages stand;

His mouth with wisdom is supplied,
His tongue by rules of judgment moves,
His heart the law of God approves;

Therefore his footsteps never slide.

PART II.

PART III. II. 2.
1 The wicked I in power have seen,
And like a bay-tree fresh and green

That spreads its pleasant branches round:
But he was gone as swist as thought;
And, though in every place I sought,

No sign or track of him I found. 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,
The LORD will timely succor send,

And from the wicked set them free.

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PSALM 32. C. M.

From the xxxviii. Psalm of David.
1 THY chastning wrath, O Lord, restrain,

Though I deserve it all;
Nor let on me the heavy storm

Of thy displeasure fall.
2 My sins, which to a deluge swell,

My sinking head o'erflow,
And, for my feeble strength to bear,

Too vast a burden grow.
3 But, LORD, before thy searching eyes

All my desires appear;
The groanings of my burden'd soul

Have reach'd thine open ear.
4 Forsake me not, O LORD, my God,

Nor far from me depart; Make haste to my relief, O thou Who my salvation art.

PSALM 33. C. M.

From the xxxix. Psalm of David.
1 LORD, let me know my term of days,

How soon my life will end :
The num'rous train of ills disclose,

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

A cipher sums my years; And every man, in best estate,

But vanity appears. 3 Man, like a shadow, vainly walks,

With fruitless cares oppress'd; He heaps up wealth, but cannot tell By whom 't will be possess'd.

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4 Why then should I on worthless toys

With anxious cares attend ? On thee alone my steadfast hope

Shall ever, Lord, depend.
5 LORD, hear my cry, accept my tears,

And listen to my prayer,
Who sojourn like a stranger here,

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

My wasted strength restore, Before I vanish quite from hence,

And shall be seen no more.

PSALM 34. L. M.

From the xl. Psalm of David. 1 I WAITED meekly for the LORD,

Till he vouchsafed a kind reply; Who did his gracious ear afford, And heard from heaven my

humble cry. 2 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. 3 For blessings shall that man reward,

Who on th’Almighty LORD relies; Who treats the proud with disregard,

And hates the hypocrite's disguise. 4 Who can the wondrous works recount

Which thou, O God, for us hast wrought? The treasures of thy love surmount

The power of numbers, speech, and thought. 5 I've learnt that thou hast not desired

Offerings and sacrifice alone;
Nor blood of guiltless beasts required

For man's transgression to atone. 6 I therefore comercome to fulfil

The oracles thy books impart; 'Tis my delight to do thy will,

Thy law is written in my heart. 7 In full assemblies I have told

Thy truth and righteousness at large: Nor did, thou know'st, my lips withhold

From uttering what thou gav'st in charge: 8 Nor kept within my breast confined

Thy faithfulness and saving grace; But preach'd thy love, for all design'd,

That all might that and truth embrace. 9 Then let those mercies I declared

To others, LORD, extend to me; Thy loving-kindness my reward,

Thy truth my safe protection be.

1 HAPPY the man whose tender care

Relieves the poor distress'd !
When troubles compass him around,

The LORD shall give him rest. 2 The Lord his life, with blessings crown'd,

In safety shall prolong;
And disappoint the will of those

That seek to do him wrong. 3 If he, in languishing estate,

Oppress'd with sickness lie;
The Lord will easy make his bed,

And inward strength supply. 4 Secure of this, to thee, my God,

I thus my prayer address'd;
LORD, for thy mercy, heal my soul,

Though I have much transgress’d.”: 5 Thy tender care secures my life

From danger and disgrace;
And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still

Before thy glorious face.
6 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God

From age to age be bless'd;
And all the people's glad applause

With loud Amens express'd.

1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chase;
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,

And thy refreshing grace.
2 For thee, my God, the living God,

My thirsty soul doth pine;
O! when shall I behold thy face,

Thou Majesty divine ?
3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ?

Trust God; who will employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs

To thankful hymns of joy.
4 God of my strength, how long shall I,

Like one forgotten, mourn; Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed

To my oppressor's scorn ? 5 My heart is pierced, as with a sword,

While thus my foes upbraid: 66 Vain boaster, where is now thy God?

And where his promised aid ?"

6 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ?

Hope still; and thou shalt sing The praise of Him who is thy God,

Thy health's eternal spring.

1 AS pants the wearied hart for cooling springs,

That sinks exhausted in the summer's chase, So pants my soul for thee, great King of kings,

So thirsts to reach thy sacred dwelling place. 2 Why throb, my heart? why sink, my sadd’ning soul?

Why droop to earth, with various woes oppress’d? My years shall yet in blissful circles roll,

And peace be yet an inmate of this breast. 3 Lord, thy sure mercies, ever in my sight,

My heart shall gladden through the tedious day; And midst the dark and gloomy shades of night,

To thee, my God, I 'll tune the grateful lay. 4 Why faint, my soul ? why doubt Jehovah's aid?

Thy God the God of mercy still shall prove; Within his courts thy thanks shall yet be paid

Unquestion'd be his faithfulness and love!

PSALM 38. L. M.

From the xliii. Psalm of David. 1 LET me with light and truth be bless'd;

Be these my guides to lead the way, Till on Thy holy hill I rest,

And in thy sacred temple pray. 2 Then will I there fresh altars raise

To God, who is my only joy ;
And well-tuned harps, with songs of praise,

Shall all my grateful hours employ.
3 Why then cast down, my soul ? and why

So much oppress'd with anxious care? On God, thy God, for aid rely,

Who will thy ruin'd state repair.

1 WHILE I the King's loud praise rehearse,

Indited by my heart,
My tongue is like the pen of him

That writes with ready art.
2 How matchless is thy form, O King!

Thy mouth with grace o'erflows; Because fresh blessings God on thee -Eternally bestows.