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6 The fons of earth and fons of hell

Gaze at thy goodness, and repine
To see my table spread so well
With living bread and chearful 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 houshold all their days;
There will I dwell to hear his word,
To seek his face and sing his praise.]

PSALM XXIII. Common Metre.


'My Shepherd will supply my need,


Jehovah is his
In pastures fresh he makes me feed

Beside the living stream.
2 He brings my wand'ring fpirit back

When I forfake his ways;
And leads me for his mercy's sake

In paths of truth and grace.
3 When I walk thro' the shades of death

Thy presence is my stay,
A word of thy supporting breath

Drives all my fears away.
4 Thy hand in sight of all my foes

Doth still my table spread
My cup with bleflings overflows,

Thine oil anoints my head.
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.


Short Metre.



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HE is,

I shall be well fupply'd; Since he is mine and I am his,

What can I want beside? 2 He leads me to the place

Where heav'nly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pafs,

And full falvation flows,
3 If e'er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim,
And guides me in his own right way

For his most holy name. 4 While he affords his aid

I cannot yield to fear;
Tho' I fhould walk through death's dark shade

My Shepherd's with me there. 5 In spite of all my foes

Thou dost my table spread, My cup with bleflings overflows,

And joy exalts my head. 6 The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my following days; Nor from thy house will I remore

Nor cease to speak thy praise.

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PSALM XXIV. Common Metre.

Dwelling with God.
HE earth for ever is the Lord's,
With Adam's pum'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,

Whose heaft 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.
4 Now let our souls immortal pow'rs,

To meet the Lord prepare,

their everlasting doors,
The King of glory's near.
5 The King of glory who can tell.

The wonders of his might?
He rules the nations; but to dwell

With saints is his delight.


PSALM XXIV. Long Metre. Saints dwell in heaven; or, Christ's ascension.

HIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,

And men and worms, and beasts and birds He rais'd the building on the seas,

And gave it for their dwelling place, 2 But there's a brighter world on high,

Thy palace, Lord, above the sky;
Who shall afcend that bleft abode,
And dwell fo near his Maker, God?

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3 He that abhors and fears to fin,

Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean,
Him shall the Lord the Saviour bless,

And clothe his foul with righteousness. 4 These are the men, the pious race

That seek the God of Jacob's face:
These shall enjoy the blissful fight,
And dwell in everlasting light.

5 Rejoice ye shining worlds on high,

Behold the King of glory nigh,
Who can this King of glory be?

The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he,
6 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display,

To make the Lord, the Saviour way:
Laden with spoils from earth and heil,

The Conqu'ror comes with God to dwell. 7 Rais'd from the dead he goes before,

He opens heav'n's eternal door,
To give his saints a blest abode
Near their Redeemer and their God.

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PSALM XXV. 1-9. First part.

Waiting for pardon and direction. 1 Lift my soul to God,

My trust is in his name; Let not my foes that seek my blood

Still triumph in my shame. 2 Sin, and the powrs of hell

Pertuade me to despair :
Lord, make me know thy cov’nant well,

That I may 'Icape the spare.

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3 From the first dawning light

Till the dark evening rife, For thy falvation, Lord, I wait

With ever longiog eyes. 4 Remember all thy grace,

And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the sins of riper days,

And follies of my youth.
5 The Lord is just and kind,

The meek shall learn his ways,
And every humble finner find

The methods of his grace. 6 For his own goodness fake

He faves my soul from shame; He pardons (tho' my guilt be great) Thro'


Redeemer's name.

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PSALM XXV. 12, 14, 10, 13. Second part,

Divine inftruction.
HERE shall the man be found

That fears t'offend his God,
That loves the gospel's joyful sound,

And trembles at the rod ?
2 The Lord shall make him know

The secrets of his heart,
The wonders of his cov'nant Ahow,

And all his love impart.
3 The dealings of his hand

Are truth and mercy still,
With such as to his cov'nant stand,

And love to do his will.
4 Their fouls shall dwell at ease

Before their Maker's face;

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