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6 The fons of earth and fons of hell
Gaze at thy goodness, and repine
on my head
Attend his houshold all their days;
PSALM XXIII. Common Metre.
'My Shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah is his
Beside the living stream.
When I forfake his ways;
In paths of truth and grace.
Thy presence is my stay,
Drives all my fears away.
Doth still my table spread
Thine oil anoints my head.
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.
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,
He doth my soul reclaim,
For his most holy name. 4 While he affords his aid
I cannot yield to fear;
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.
PSALM XXIV. Common Metre.
Dwelling with God.
race; He rais'd its arches o’er the floods,
And built it on the seas.
May visit thine abode?
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.
To meet the Lord prepare,
their everlasting doors,
The wonders of his might?
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;
3 He that abhors and fears to fin,
Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean,
And clothe his foul with righteousness. 4 These are the men, the pious race
That seek the God of Jacob's face:
Behold the King of glory nigh,
The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he,
To make the Lord, the Saviour way:
The Conqu'ror comes with God to dwell. 7 Rais'd from the dead he goes before,
He opens heav'n's eternal door,
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 :
That I may 'Icape the spare.
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;
And follies of my youth.
The meek shall learn his ways,
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'
PSALM XXV. 12, 14, 10, 13. Second part,
That fears t'offend his God,
And trembles at the rod ?
The secrets of his heart,
And all his love impart.
Are truth and mercy still,
And love to do his will.
Before their Maker's face;