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2 Ye faithful Sons of Israel's Name,

Your Maker's Sanctity proclaim,
And, while his Mercies on your Breast
In sweet Memorial stand impress'd,
To him in joyful Accents raise

The Song of Gratitude and Praise. 3 How prompt his Favor to dispense

Its life-imparting Influence;
Grief for a Night, obtrusive Guest,
Beneath our Roof perchance may resten
But Joy, with the returning Day,
Shall wipe each transient Tear away.

4 As pleas'd I cast my Eyes around,

And view'd my Life with Blessings crown'd,
(While, safe in thy protecting Hand,
High on the Rock I took my Stand,)
In Confidence of Soul I said,

" What Ills shall e'er my Peace invade?”. 5 But, instant, thou thy Face hadft turn'd,

And proftrate on the Earth I mourn'd:
I mourn'd, and, O my Guard, my Guides,
(With humbler Spirit thus I cried,)
Shall aught of Profit, if the Ground

My Blood absorb, to thee redound ?: 6 Or, vocal in thy Praise the Dust

Proclaim thy Counsels wife and just,
And wake thy wond'rous Acts to tell.
Amid Corruption's dreary Cell ?
Thy Aid, my God, in Pity lend,

And gracious to my Plaints attend.. 7 Again the Face of Joy l wear;

Thou'st been indulgent to my Pray'r,
For this, my Heart with Zeal shall burn,
My Tongue the Bands of Silence spurn,
And pleas'd, through Life, in grateful Verse
Thy Love, eternal Lord, rehearse.


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Cow I in prosp'rous Days presum'd,

No sudden Change I fear'd, While in my Sun-fhine of Success

No'low'ring Cloud appear'd:
2 But soon I found thy Favor, Lord,

My Welfare's only Truft,
For when thou hid's thy Face, I saw

My Glory laid in Duit.
3 Then, as I vainly had presum'd,

My Error I confess’d,
And thus with supplicating Voice,

Thy Mercy's Throne address’d.
“ What Profit is there in my Blood,

“ Congeal'd by Death's cold Night? “ Can silent Alhes speak thy Praise,

Thy wond'rous Truth recite ? 5 “ Hear me, O Lord, in Mercy hear,

Thy wonted Aid extend; “ Do thou send Help, on whom alone

“ I can for Help depend." 6 'Tis done! Thou hast my mournful Scene

To Songs and Triumph turn'd Invested me in Robes of Joy,

Who late in Sackcloth mourn'd. 7 Exalted thus, I'll gladly sing

Thy Praife in grateful Verse: And as thy Favors endless are,

Thy endless Praise rehearse. PSALM XXX. Third Version. Firft Part. Watts.

Will extol thee, Lord, on high,

At thy Command Diseases fly; Who but a God can speak, and save

From the dark Borders of the Grave ? 2 Sing to the Lord, ye Saints of his,

And tell how large his Goodneis is
Let all your Pow'rs rejoice and bless
While you record his Holiness.

3 His


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3. His Anger but a Moment stays;

His Love is Life and Length of Days ;
Tho' Grief and Tears the Night employ,
The Morning-Star restores the Joy.

PSALM XXX. Third Version. Second Part. DIRM was my Health, my Day was bright,

And I presum'd t'would ne'er be Night; Fondly I said within my Heart,

Pleasure and Peace shall ne’er depart. 2 But I forgot thine Arm was strong

Which made my Mountain stand so long ;
Soon as thy Face began to hide,
"My Health was gone, my Comforts died.
3. I

I cry'd aloud to thee, my God;
“ What can'ít thou profit by my Blood ?

Deep in the Dust can I declare

· Thy Truth, or fing thy Goodness there ? 4 “ Hear me, O God of Grace, I said,

“ And bring me from among the Dead;" Thy Word rebuk'd the Pains I felt,

'Thy pardoning Love remov'd my Guilt. 5 My Tongue, the Glory of my Frame,

Shall ne'er be silent of thy Name ;
Thy Praise fhall sound through Earth and Heav'n
For Sickness heal'd, and Sins forgiv'n.
PSALM XXX. Fourth Version. STEELE.
HEE, Lord, my thankful Soul would bless,

Thee all my Pow'rs adore ;
Thy Hand has rais'd me from Distress,

May all thy Grace implore. 2 O Lord, my God, oppress’d with Grief, To thee I breath'd

my Cry; Thy Mercy brought divine Relief,

And wip'd my tearful Eye. 3 Thy Mercy chas'd the Shades of Death,

And snatch'd me from the Grave ; O may thy Praife employ that Breach Which Mercy deigns to fave.

4 Come




4 Come, Oye Saints, your Voices raise

To God'in grateful Songs; And let the Mem’ry of his Grace,

Inspire your Hearts and Tongues.
His Frown, what Mortal can sustain ?

But soon his Anger dies ;
His life-restoring Smile again

Returns, and Sorrow flies. 6 Her deepest Gloom, when Sorrow spreads,

And Light and Hope depart,
His Smile celestial Morning sheds,
And Joy revives the Heart.

7 Bencath my God's protecting Arm

How did my Soul rejoice!
And fondly hop'd no future Harm

Should ever shock my Joys.
8 Lord, 'twas thy Favor fix'd my

Thy shining Face withdrew,
And Troubles fill’d my anxious Breaft,

And pain’d my Soul anew.
9 Again to thee, O gracious God,

I rais'd my mournful Eyes ;
To thee I spread my Woes abroad,

With supplicating Cries.
10 What Glory can my Death afford?

In the dark Grave confin'd,
Shall senseless Duft adoré the Lord,

Or call thy Truth to Mind ?
11 Hear, O my God, in Mercy hear,

Attend my plaintive Cry;
Be thou, my gracious Helper, near,
And bid


Sorrows fly.
12 Again I hear thy Voice divine,

New Joys exulting bound;
My Robes of Mourning I resign,

And Gladness. girds me round.

13 Then


13 Then let my utmost Giory be

To raise thy Honors high; Nor let my Gratitude to thee

In guilty Silence die.
14 To thee, iny gracious God, I raise

My thankful Heart and Tongue ;
O be thy Goodness and thy Praise
My everlasting Song.
PSALM XXXI. First Version.

God the Confidence of the Righteous.
HY Ear, thou Majesty divine,

Propitious to my Pray’r incline;
O let me, by thy Counsel led,

Thy Path with Step unerring tread. 2 Confess me thine, and bid me share

The Gifts of thy paternal Care ;
Thy Mercy shall my Thanks employ,

My constant Theme my highest Joy.
3 God of my Strength, the Wise, the Juft,

To thee my all I chearful trust;.
I never shall the Shame fustain

Thy Grace to ask, and ask in vain.
4 Theirs is the Shame, thy Pow'r who braves

Nor cease their Insults, till the Grave,
Absorbing quick the guilty Throng,

In endless Silence seal their Tongue. 5 O, how salt all who seek thy Love

The Fullness of thy Bounty prove !
How Joy, while thou thy treasur'd Store

Indulgent in their Lap shalt pour ;
6 And teach th' admiring World to see

How bleft the Souls that trust in thee!
Thy Care their sure Defence shall yield :

Within thy Presence, Lord, conceal’d.
7 Ye Souls devoted to his Fear,
With thankful Love

your Who wakes your chosen Train to guard, And deals to Pride its just Reward.

God revere,

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