16 With humble Feet I wait, To fee thy Face again; Of Ifrael it fhall ne'er be faid, 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, 2 I hate to walk, I hate to fit, With Men of Vanity and Lies; 3 Among thy Saints will I appear 4 I love thy Habitation, LORD, The Temple where thine Honours dwell; 5 Let not my Soul be join'd at last, I PSALM XXVII. THE of Metre i. HE LORD of Glory is my Light, · GOD is my Strength; nor will I fear 2 One Privilege my Heart defires; Among the Churches of thy Saints, 3 There fhall I offer my Requests 4 When Troubles rife, and Storms appear, 5 Now fhall my Head be lifted high 6 SOON as I heard my FATHER fay 7 Let not thy Face be hid from me, 8 Should Friends and Kindred near and dear Leave me to want or die, My Gon would make my Life his Care, 9 My fainting Flefh had died with Grief, Had not my Soul believ'd To fee thy Grace provide Relief, 10 Wait on the LORD, ye trembling Saints, He'll raife your Spirit when it faints, 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? I fix, fecure, my Truft on THEE. 2 One Wifh, with holy Transport warm, 3 "Seek ye my Face with duteous Care, 4 Adopted by thy Care, in Thee 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, 3 On thy long-experienc'd Aid 4 Grant me, LORD, thy Love to fhare, 1 ING, ye Sons of Might, O fing, Pow'r and Strength to Him affign, 2 Hark! his Voice in Thunder breaks;- 3 See as louder yet they rife, Lebanon itself retreat! 4 Now the burfting Clouds give way, 5 Proftrate on the facred Floor, 6 He the fwelling Surge commands, Arm with Strength, and blefs with Peace. PSALM XXX. Metre i. 'LL celebrate thy Praifes, LORD, I'LL To raife my drooping Head, and check 2 Thus to his Courts ye Saints of his |