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Feebly to thee I stretch my hands,
Like failing streams through desert sands;
I thirst for thee, as harvest plains,
Parch'd in the summer, thirst for rains.
Teach me thy will-subdue mine own-
Thou art my God, and thou alone:
By thy good Spirit guide me still,
Safe from all foes, to Zion's hill.

PSALM CXLIV.—(c. m.)

How weak is man, a thing of nought!
How brief his little day!

His life-time passeth as a thought,
Or shade that glides away.

But weak and worthless as we are,
The Lord's all-seeing eye
Beholds our wants with tender care,
And guides our destiny.

His never-failing providence,
In dangers threat'ning hour,
Shall be our refuge and defence,
A fortress, and a tower.

Bless then the Lord of power and might,
Who needful strength bestows:
Who arms us for successful fight,
Against a thousand foes.

PSALM CXLV.—(c. m.)

How holy is the Lord, how just,
How righteous all his ways!
How nigh to him, who with firm trust
For his assistance prays!

He grants the full desires of those
Who him with fear adore;

And will their troubles soon compose
When they his aid implore.

The Lord doth them support that fall,
And makes the prostrate rise:
For his kind aid all creatures call,
Who timely food supplies.

My time to come, in praises spent,
Shall still advance his fame;
And all mankind, with one consent,
For ever bless his name.

PSALM CXLVI.—(L. M.)

BLESS'D, who the Lord his help hath made,
Whose hope on Jacob's God is stay'd;
Who made the heaven, and earth, and deep,
And doth his truth for ever keep.

The Lord doth help when men oppress,
With food doth he the hungry bless;
The Lord the captives doth unbind,
The eyes he op'neth of the blind.
The Lord uplifteth such as fall,
And loveth those on him who call:
The stranger still his tender care,
The widow too, and orphans share.
As for the sinner's evil

way,

The Lord shall crown it with dismay :
For evermore shall he be King,
E'en Zion's God:-His praises sing.

PSALM CXLVII.—(c. M.)

O PRAISE the Lord with hymns of joy,
And celebrate his fame;

For pleasant, good, and comely 'tis
To praise his holy name.

Great is the Lord, and great his pow'r ;
His wisdom has no bound:

The meek he raises, and throws down
The wicked to the ground.

The Lord, to him that fears his name,
His tender love extends;

To him that on his boundless grace
With steadfast hope depends.

To God the Lord, then, hymns of praise
With grateful voices sing;

To songs of triumph tune the harp,
And strike each sounding string.

PSALM CXLVIII.-Version 1. (P. M.)
PRAISE the Lord, ye heav'ns adore him;
Praise him, angels in the height:
Sun and moon, rejoice before him,
Praise him, all ye stars of light.
Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken,
Worlds his mighty voice obey'd;
Laws, which never shall be broken,
For their guidance hath he made.
Praise the Lord, for he is glorious,
Never shall his promise fail;
God hath made his saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail.

Praise the God of our salvation,
Hosts on high his power proclaim ;
Heav'n and earth, and all creation,
Laud and magnify his name!

PSALM CXLVIII.-Version 2. (P. M.)

YE boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's name;
In praise your song employ
Above the starry frame:

Your voices raise,

And seraphim,

Ye cherubim

To sing his praise.

Let earth her tribute bring,

With all that roam her plains,

Let ocean own her King,

With all the deep contains:

Praise ye his name:

Adore the Lord,

By whose great word And power ye came.

Let us, more blest than they,
Who nobler powers possess,
More worthy homage pay,
And heartfelt love express:

In grateful lays

In God rejoice,

Let ev'ry voice

And sing his praise.

PSALM CXLIX.

O PRAISE ye the Lord, prepare your glad voice
His praise in the great assembly to sing.
In God our Creator let Israel rejoice,

And children of Zion be glad in their King.

Let them his great name extol in their songs, With well-tuned hearts his praises express; Who listens with pleasure to hear their glad tongues,

And waits with salvation the humble to bless. With glory adorn'd, his people shall sing

To God, who their heads with safety does shield.

Such honour and triumph his favour shall bring;
O therefore for ever, all praise to him yield.
PSALM CL.-Version 1. (P. M.)
PRAISE the Lord, who reigns above,
Yet will deign to dwell below;
Praise the holy God of love,
Thankful all his greatness shew:
Praise him for his noble deeds,
Praise him for his matchless pow'r:
Him, from whom all good proceeds,
All in heav'n and earth adore.
Him, in whom they move and live,
Let the race of creatures sing:
Glory to their Maker give,
Humblest homage to their King;
Hallow'd be his name beneath :
As in heav'n, on earth ador'd:
Praise the Lord in every breath:
Ev'ry creature praise the Lord.

PSALM CL.-Version 2. (L. M.)
O PRAISE the Lord in that bless'd place,
From whence his goodness largely flows;
Praise him in heav'n, where he his face
Unveil'd in perfect glory shews.

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