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5 The fure Provisions of my God

Attend me all my Days;
O may thy House be mine Abode,

And all my Work be Praise.
6 There would I find a settled Rest,

(While others go and come) No more a Stranger or a Guest,

but like a Child at Home.

PSA L M XXIII. Metre iii.

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Y SHEPHERD is the living LORD;

Now shall my Wants be wellsupply’d: His Providence and holy Word

Become my Safety and my Guide. 2 In Pastures where Salvation grows,

He makes me feed, lie makes me rest;
There living Water gently flows,

And all the Food divinely blest.
3 My wand'ring Feet his Ways mistake,

But He restores my Soul to Peace;
And leads me for his Mercy's Sake

In the fair Paths of Righteousness. 4. Though I walk through the gloomy Vale,

Where Death and all its Terrors are,
My Heart and Hope thall never fail,

For God my SHEPHERD's with me there. 5 Amidst the Darkness and the Deeps

Thou art my Comfort, Thou my Stay i
Thy Staff supports my feeble Steps,
Thy Rod directs my doubtful Way.

6 The Sons of Earth and Sons of Hell

Gaze at thy Goodness, and repine
To see my 'Table spread so well

With living Bread and cheerful Wine. 7 How I rejoice, when on my Head

Thy SPIRIT condescends to rest ! 'Tis a divine Anointing, shed

Like Oil of Gladness at a Feast. 8 Surely the Mercies of the LORD

Attend his Household all their Days;
There will I dwell to hear his Word,
To seek his Face, and sing his Praise.

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ITO thy Pastures, fair and large,

Heav'nly SHEPHERD, lead thy Charge; And my Couch, with tend'rest Care,

Midst the fpringing Grass prepare. 2 When I faint with Summer's Heat,

Thou shalt guide my weary Feet
To the Streams, that, still and flow,

Through the verdant Meadows flow.
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Thou my

Soul anew shalt frame,
And thy Mercy to proclaim,
When through devious Paths I ftray,

Teach my Steps the better Way. 4 Safe the dreary Vale I tread,

By the Shades of Death o'erspread,
With thy Rod and Staff supply'd,
This my Guard, and that my Guide.

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5 Thou my plenteous Board haft spread, Thou with Oil refresh'd

my Fillid by Thee my Cup o'erflows,

For thy Love no Limit knows. 6 Constant to my latest End

Thou my Footsteps fhalt attend;
And shalt bid thy hallow'd Dome
Yield me an eternal Home.

PSA L M XXIII.

Metre v. I

THE LORD my Pasture shall prepare, TH

And feed me with a Shepherd's Care, His Presence shall my Wants fupply, And guard me with a watchful Eye ; My Noon-Day Walks He fhall attend,

And all my Midnight Hours defend. 2 When in the sultry Glebe I faint,

Or on the thirsty Mountain pant,
To fertile Vales, and dewy Meads
My weary wand'ring Steps he leads;
Where peaceful Rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant Landskip flow.

3 Though in the Paths of Death I tread,

With gloomy Horrors overspread ;
My stedfast Heart shall fear no Ill,
For Thou, O LORD, art with me still :
Thy friendly Crook shall give me Aid,

And guide me through the dreadful Shade. 4 Though in a bare and rugged Way

Through devious, lonely Wilds I stray;

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Thy Bounty shall my Pains beguile,
The barren Wilderness shall smile
With sudden Greens and Herbage crown'd,
And Streams shall murmur all around.

PSA L M XXIV. Metre i.
I 'HE Earth for ever is the Lord's,

With Adam's num'rous Race ;
He rais'd its Arches o'er the Floods,

And built it on the Seas.
2 But who among the Sons of Men

May visit thine Abode ? -
He that has Hands from Mischief clean,

Whofe Heart is right with God.
3 This is the Man may rise and take

The Blessings of his Grace :
This is the Lot of those that seek
The God of Jacob's Face.

PART II.
4 NOW let our Souls immortal Pow'rs

To meet the LORD prepare :
Lift up your Heads, eternal Doors !

The KING OF GLORY’s near.
5 Who is the King of Glory? who

His wondrous Name can tell?
The LORD OF Hosts who dwelt below,

And conquer'd Sin and Hell.
6 Jesus, the God of boundless Might,

Whom Heav'n and Earth obey;
Lift up your Heads, ye Gates of Light,

Eternal Doors, give Way!

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7. Who is the King of Glory? who?

The LORD OF Hosts renown'd:
Glory to Him alone is due,

Who is with Glory crown'd.
PSA L M XXIV. Metre ii.
HE Earth and all her Fulness owns

JEHOVAH fur her sov’reign Lord: The countless Myriads of her Sons

Rose into Being at his Word.
2 His Word did out of Nothing call

The World, and founded All that is;
Built on the Floods this folid Ball,

And fix'd it in the floating Seas.
3 But who shall quit this low Abode?

Who shall ascend the heav'nly Place?.
And stand upon the Mount of God?

And see his MAKER Face to Face? 4 The Man whose Hands and Heart are pure

That blessed Portion shall possess :
Him shall the LORD from Sin fecure,

And clothe and crown with Righteousness, 5 Such only form the chosen Choir

Who seek the Face of Jacob's God;
Whose Feet, with licens'd Step, aspire
To visit Sion's bleft Abode.

PART II.
6 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.

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