16 With humble Feet I wait,

To fee thy Face again;

Of Ifrael it fhall ne'er be faid,
"He fought the LORD in vain."

PSALM XXVI.

UDGE me, O LORD, and prove my Ways,

J And try my Reins, and try my Heart;

My Faith upon thy Promife ftays,
Nor from thy Law my Feet depart.

2 I hate to walk, I hate to fit,

With Men of Vanity and Lies;
The Scoffer and the Hypocrite,
Are the Abhorrence of mine Eyes.

3 Among thy Saints will I appear
With Hands well wafh'd in Innocence;
But when I fand before thy Bar,
The Blood of CHRIST is my Defence.

4 I love thy Habitation, LORD,

The Temple where thine Honours dwell;
There fhail I hear thy holy Word,
And there thy Works, of Wonder tell.

5 Let not my Soul be join'd at last,
With Men of Treachery and Blood,
Since I my Days on Earth have past
Among the Saints, and near my GOD.

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PSALM XXVII.

THE of

Metre i.

HE LORD of Glory is my Light, ·
And my Salvation too;

GOD is my Strength; nor will I fear
What all my Foes can do.

2 One Privilege my Heart defires;
O grant me an Abode

Among the Churches of thy Saints,
The Temples of my God!

3 There fhall I offer my Requests
And fee thy Beauty ftill;
Shall hear thy Meffages of Love,
And there enquire thy Will.

4 When Troubles rife, and Storms appear,
There may his Children hide;
GOD has a ftrong Pavilion, where
He makes my Soul abide.

5 Now fhall my Head be lifted high
Above my Foes around,
And Songs of Joy and Victory
Within thy Temple found.

6 SOON as I heard my FATHER fay
"Ye Children, feek my Grace,"
My Heart reply'd without Delay,
"I'll feek my Father's Face."

7 Let not thy Face be hid from me,
Nor frown my Soul away;
GoD of my Life, I fly to Thee
In a diftreffing Day.

8 Should Friends and Kindred near and dear Leave me to want or die,

My Gon would make my Life his Care,
And all my Need supply.

9 My fainting Flefh had died with Grief,

Had not my

Soul believ'd

To fee thy Grace provide Relief,
Nor was my Hope deceiv'd.

10 Wait on the LORD, ye trembling Saints,
And keep your Courage up;

He'll raife your Spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your Hope.

PSALM

XXVII..

Metre ii.

HOU LORD, my Safety, THOU my Light, What Danger fhall my affright? STRENGTH of my Life! what Arm fhall dare

To hurt whom THOU haft own'd thy Care?
Tho' gath'ring War around I fee,

I fix, fecure, my Truft on THEE.

2 One Wifh, with holy Transport warm,
My Heart has form'd, and yet fhall forin:
One Gift I afk; that to my End
Fair Sion's Courts I may attend;.
There, joyful, find a fure Abode,
And view the Beauty of my GOD.

3 "Seek ye my Face with duteous Care,
"And frequent to my Throne repair;'
Thus to my Heart I hear thee fpeak;
"Thy Face, my Heart replies, I seek :”
Nor Thou, to my defiring Eye,
Thy Prefence, heav'nly LORD, deny...

4 Adopted by thy Care, in Thee
The PARENT and the FRIEND I fee;.
O let me on thy Aid reclin'd,
Thee ftill my great Salvation find,

Nor leave me, helpless and forlorn, The Absence of thy Grace to mourn. 5 With patient Hope, with Mind fedate, On Ifrael's GOD expectant wait: Be ftrong, be ftedfast: So thy Heart Shall feel his Grace its Aid impart : Though prefs'd with Sorrow's heaviest Load, O fix thy Truft on Ifrael's GOD.

GOD my Strength, to Thee I pray;

Turn not thou thine Ear away;

Gracious to my Vows attend,

While the humble Knee I bend.

2 Give me not thy Wrath to know,
Nor to feel the vengeful Blow
By thy juft Decrees affign'd
To the Men of impious Mind..

3 On thy long-experienc'd Aid
See my Hope for ever stay'd;
While my Heart, with Joy poffefs'd,
Leaps within my throbbing Breast.

4 Grant me, LORD, thy Love to fhare,
Feed me with a Shepherd's Care;
Save thy People from Diftrefs,
And thy Patrimony blefs.

1 ING, ye Sons of Might, O fing,
Praife to Heav'ns eternal KING;

Pow'r and Strength to Him affign,
Bow before his hallow'd Shrine.

2 Hark! his Voice in Thunder breaks;-
Hufh'd to Silence when He fpeaks
Ocean's Waves from Pole to Pole,
Hear the awful Accents roll.

3 See as louder yet they rife,
Echoing through the vaulted Skies;
See, uprooted from its Seat,

Lebanon itself retreat!

4 Now the burfting Clouds give way,
And the vivid Lightnings play!
Now the Wilds, by Man untrod,
Hear, difmay'd, th' approaching God!

5 Proftrate on the facred Floor,
Bow, ye Saints, his Naine adore:
While his Acts, to every Tongue,
Yield its argument of Song.

6 He the fwelling Surge commands,
Fix'd his Throne for ever ftands;
He his People fhall increase,

Arm with Strength, and blefs with Peace.

PSALM XXX. Metre i.

'LL celebrate thy Praifes, LORD,

I'LL
Who didft thy Pow'r employ

To raife my drooping Head, and check
My Foes infulting Joy.

2 Thus to his Courts ye Saints of his
With Songs of Praise repair;
With me commemorate his Truth,
And providential Care.