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16 With humble Feet I wait,
To see thy Face again;
" He fought the LORD in vain."
PSA L M XXVI.
And try my Reins, and try iny Heart;
Nor from thy Law my Feet depart. 2 I hate to walk, I hate to sit,
With Men of Vanity and Lies ;
Are the Abhorrence of mine Eyes. 3 Among thy Saints will I appear
With Hands well wash'd in Innocence;
Defence. 4 I love thy Habitation, LORD,
The Temple where thine Honours dwell;
And there thy Works, of Wonder tell. 5 Let not my Soul be join'd at last,
With Men of Treachery and Blood,
PS A L M XXVII. Metre i.
HE LORD of Glory is my Light,
Foes can do,
2 One Privilege my Heart desires;
O grant me an Abode
The Temples of my God!
And see thy Beauty still ;
And there enquire thy Will. 4 When Troubles rise, and Storms appear,
There may his Children hide ;
He makes my Soul abide.
Above my Foes around,
Within thy Temple found.
6 SOON as I heard my Father say
“ Ye Children, seek my Grace," My Heart reply'd without Delay,
• I'll seek my Father's Face. "
Nor frown my Soul away ;
In a diftreffing Day. 8 Should Friends and Kindred near and dear
Leave me to want or die,
And all my Need supply.
9 My fainting Flesh had died with Grief, Had not
Nor was my Hope deceiv'd,
And keep your Courage up;
And far exceed your Hope.
PS A L M
HOU LORD, my Safety, Thou my Light,
Soul affright? STRENGTH of my Life! what Arm shall dare To hurt whom Thou hast own'd thy Care ? Tho'gath'ring War around I fee,
I fix, lecure, my Truft on THEE.
My Heart has form’d, and yet shall forin:
And view the Beauty of my God,
66 And frequent to my Throne repair ;
Thy Presence, heav'nly LORD, deny.. 4 Adopted by thy Care, in Thee
The PARENT and the FRIEND I see ;.
Nor leave me, helpless and forlorn,
The Absence of thy Grace to mourn. 5 With patient Hope, with Mind fedate,
On Israel's God expectant wait :
PSA L M XXVIII.
I OD my Strength, to Thee I pray;
away ; Gracious to my Vows attend,
While the humble Knee I bend.
Nor to feel the vengeful Blow
To the Men of impious Mind. 3 On thy long-experienc'd Aid
See my Hope for ever stay'd ;
Leaps within my throbbing Breait.
Feed me with a Shepherd's Care
PSA L M XXIX.
Praise to Heav'ns eternal King;
2 Hark! his Voice in Thunder breaks ;-
Hush'd to Silence when He speaks
3 See as louder yet they rise,
Echoing through the vaulted Skies;
Lebanon itself retreat !
And the vivid Lightnings play!
Hear, dismay'd, th' approaching God! 5
Prostrate on the sacred Floor,
Yield its argument of Song.
Fix'd his Throne for ever stands;
'LL celebrate thy Praises, LORD,
Who didst thy Pow'r employ
My Foes insulting Joy.
With Songs of Praise repair ; With me commemorate his Truth,
And providential Care.