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8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,

While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And spend the remnant of my days.

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PSALM LXIII. Short Metre.

Seeking God.
Y God,

This joy, to call thee mine; And let my early cries prevail

To taste thy love divine. 2 My thirsty fainting foul

Thy mercy does implore:
Not travellers já desart lands

Can pant for water more.
3 Within thy churches, Lord,

I long to find my place,
Thy pow'r and glory to behold,

And feel thy quickning grace.
4 For life without thy love

No relish can afford;
No joy can be compar'd with this,

To serve and please the Lord,
5 To thee I'll lift my hands,

And praise thee while I live; Not the rich dainties of a feast

Such food or pleasure give.
6 lo wakeful hours of night,

I call my God to mind:
I think how wife thy countels are,

And all thy dealings kind,
Since thou hast been my help
To thee my spirit flies,

Aad on thy watchful providence

My chearful hope relies.
8 The shadow of thy wings

My soul io fafety keeps:
I follow where my Father leads,

And he supports my steps.

PSALM LXV. 1,5. First part. Long Metre.

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Public prayer and praise.
HE praise of Sion waits for thee,

My God; and praise becomes thy house;
There shall thy faints thy glory fee,

And there perform their public vows. 2 O thou, whose mercy bends the skies

To fave, when humble finners pray;
All lands to thee shall lift their eyes,

And islands of the Northern sea. 3 Against my will my fins prevail,

But grace shall purge away their stais;
The blood of Christ will never fail

To wash my garments white agaio.
4 Blest is the man whom thou shalt chuse,

And give him kind access to thee:
Give him a place within thy house,
To taste thy love divinely free.

PAUSE.
5 Let Babel fear when Siod prays;

Babel, prepare for long distress,
When Sion's God himfelf arrays

In terror and in righteousness.
6 With dreadful giory God fulfils

What his afflicted saints request;

And with almighty wrath reveals

His love, to give his churches rest.
7 Then shall the flocking nations run

To Sion's hill, and own their Lord;
The rising and the setting fan
Shall see the Saviour's name ador'd.

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PSALM LXV. 5;-13. Second part. Long Metre,
Divine providence in air, earth, and fea; or, The

God of nature and grace.
HE God of our salvation hears
THE
The groans

of Sion mix'd with tears; Yet 'when he comes with kind designs,

Thro' all the way his terror shines. 2 On him the race of man depends,

Far as the earth's remoteft ends,
Where the Creator's name is koowa,

By nature's feeble light alone.
3 Sailors, that travel o'er the food,

Address their frighted souls to God,
When tempests rage, and billows roar,

At dreadful distance from the shore.4 He bids the ooisy tempests ceafe;

He calms the raging croud to peace,
When a tumult'ous nation raves,

Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. 5 Whole kingdoms, shaken by the storm,

He fettles in a peaceful form;
Mountains establish'd by his hand,

Firm on their old foundations stand. 6 Bchold his enfigas sweep the sky,

Now comets blaze, and lightnings fly

2

The heathen lands, with swift surprise,

From the bright horrors turn their eyes, 7 At his command the morning ray

Smiles in the east and leads the day,
He guides the sun's declining wheels

Over the tops of western hills.
8 Seasons and times obey his voice;

The ev'ning and the morn rejoice
To see the earth made foft with showers,

Laden with fruit, and drest in Auwers. o 'Tis from his wat'ry stores on high,

He gives the thirsty ground supply;
He walks upon the clouds, and thence

Doth his enriching drops dispense. 10 The desart grows a fruitful field,

Abundant food the vallies yield;
The vallies shout with chearful voice,

And neighb'ring hills repeat their joys.
I The pastures smile in green array,

There lambs and larger cattle play;
The larger cattle and the lamb,

Each in his language speaks thy name.
12 Thy works pronounce thy pow'r divine;

O’er every field thy glories shine;
Thro' ev'ry month thy gifts appear;
Great God! thy goodnets crowns the year,

PSALM LXV. First Part. Common Metre,
A prayer hearing God, and the Gentiles called.
ORAISE waits in Sion, Lord, for thee;

There snall our vows be paid;
Thou hast an ear when fingers pray,

All Acm shall seek thine aid.

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2 Lord, our iniquities prevail,

But pard'niag grace is thine,
And thou wilt grant us power and skill

To conquer ev'ry fin.
3 Bless'd are the meo whom thou wilt chufe

To bring them near thy face, Give them a dwelling in thine house,

To feast upon thy grace.
4 Io answ'ring what thy church requests,

Thy truth and terror shine,
And works of dreadful righteousness

Fulfil thy kind design.
5 Thus shall the wond'ring nations see

The Lord is good and just; And distant islands fly to thee,

And make thy name their trust. 6 They dread thy glittring tokens, Lord,

When figns in heav'n appear; But they thall learn thy holy word,

And love as well as fear.

PSALM LXV. Second Part. Common Metre.

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The providence of God in air, earth, and fea; or,

The blefing of rain.
IS by thy strength the mountains stand,

God of eternal pow'r; ·
The fea grows calm at thy command,

And tempefts cease to roar.
2 Thy morning light and ev'ning shade

Successive comforts bring:
Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad,

Thy flowers adorn the spring.

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