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4 Yet see, thine Hands a Standard rear;
Beneath it Each, who owns thy Fear,
His Sword, secure of Conquest, draws. 5 Such, Objects of thy tend'rest Love,
Defend, propitious, from above;
PS A L M LXI.
HEN o'erwhelm'd with Grief,
My Heart within me dies;
To Heav'n I lift mine Eyes. 2 O lead me to the Rock
That's high above my Head';
My Shelter and my Shade. 3
Within thy Presence, LORD,
For ever I'll abide;
The REFUGE where I hide. 4 Thou givest me the Lot
Of those that fear thy Naine; If endless Life be their Reward,
I shall possess the same.
PS A L M LXI.
OPPRESSED with Grief, in Exile loft,
My Voice, eternal God, I send;
2 High on the Rock my Fortress rear ;
There let me stand unmov'd, and hear
At Distance roll beneath my Feet.
With dire Intent my Path inclose;
My stedfast Hope, my strongest Tow'R. 4 Remote from Fear, within thy Shrine
Thou, LORD, my Dwelling shalt assign; Thy Wings shall wrap me in their Shade;
Thou, Thou haft heard me when I pray’d. 5 Thus shall thy Love awake my Song,
Thy Name the willing Note prolong,
1 Y Spirit looks to God alone;
My Rock and Refuge is his Throne; In all my Fears, in all my Straits,
My Soul for his Salvation waits.
Pour out your Hearts before his Face:
False are the Men of high Degree,
4. Make not increasing Gold your Trust,
Nor set your Hearts on glitt'ring Duft;
Once hath his awful Voice declar'd,
6 For sov'reign Pow's reigns not alone,
Grace is a Partner of the Throne;
Y GOD, permit my Tongue
This Joy, to call Thee mine;,
To taste thy Love divine.
Can pant for Water more.
I long to find a Place;
And feel thy quick’ning Grace.
No Relish can afford;
To serve and pleafe the LORD.
To Thee I'll lift my Hands,
And praise Thee while I live; Not the rich Dainties of a Feait
Such Food or Pleasure give.
6 In wakeful Hours of Night,
I call my God to mind;
And all thy Dealings kind. 7
Since Thou haft been my Help,
To Thee my Spirit flies,
My cheerful Hope relies.
My Soul in Safety keeps :
And He supports my Steps.
PSA L M LXIII.
E A Delay,
I haste to seek thy Face :
Without thy cheering Grace.
Beneath a burning Sky,
And they must drink or die.
Through all thy Temples shine; My God, repeat that heav'nly Hour,
That Vision fo divine !
4 Not all the Bleslings of a Feaft
Can please my Soul so well,
And in thy Presence dwell.
beft Passions move,
As thy forgiving Lové.
I'll bless my God and KING;
And tune my Lips to sing.
PSA L M LXIII.
Thou art my
REAT God, indulge my humble Claim,
Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Rest: The Glories that compose thy Name,
Stand all engag'd to make me bleft. 2 Thou Great and Good, thou Just and Wife,
FATHER and my God; And I am Thine by facred Ties:
Thy Son, thy Servant bought with Blood. 3 With Heart and Eyes and lifted Hands,
For Thee I long, to THEE I look ;
Pant for the cooling Water-Brook. 4 With early Feet I love t' appear
Among thy Saints, and seek thy Face;