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1 Let all the just to God, with joy,
Their cheerful voices raise;
For well the righteous it becomes:
To sing glad songs of praise.

2 For faithful is the word of God;
His works with truth abound;
He justice loves, and all the earth
Is with his goodness crown'd.

3 Our soul on God with patience waits;
Our help and shield is he;
Then, Lord, still let our hearts rejoice
Because we trust in Thee.

4 The riches of thy mercy, Lord,
Do thou to us extend;

Since we, for all we want, or wish,
On Thee alone depend.

PSALM XXXIV. C. M.

1 Thro' all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble, and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.

2 Of his deliv'rance I will boast,
Till all that are distrest,

From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.

3 O magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt his name ;

When in distress to him I call'd,
He to my rescue came.

4 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliv'rance he affords to all
Who on his succour trust.

5 O make but trial of his love,
Experience will decide
How blest they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

6 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you his service your delight,
He'll make your wants his care.

PSALM XXXIV. Version 2. L. M. 1 Thee will I thank, and day by day, Form to thy praise the joyful lay; From morn to eve my song extend, My God, my Father, and my Friend!

2 While pleas'd each heart of humble frame, Shall wake, great God! to hear thy fame, O come, your voice triumphant raise, And sing, with me, your Maker's praise.

3 O taste with me, O taste, and prove
The blessings of his boundless love;
And (fearless of repulse or shame)
The promise of his mercy claim.

4 Hail, Saviour of the human race!
Hail, fountain of exhaustless grace!
Thrice happy, who on Thee recline,
Nor own, nor ask a help but thine.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly Host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

PSALM XXXVI. L. M.

1 O Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope,
The highest Orb of Heaven transcends;
Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd scope
Beyond the spreading sky extends.

2 Thy justice like the hills remains ;
Unfathom❜d depths thy judgments are;
Thy providence the world sustains;
The whole creation is thy care.

3 Since of thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just
Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make,
And saints to thy protection trust.

4 Such guests shall to thy courts be led
To banquet on thy Love's repast,
And drink, as from a fountain's head,
Of joys that shall for ever last.

5 With thee the springs of life remain ; Thy presence is eternal day;

O let thy saints thy favor gain ;
To upright hearts thy truth display.

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1 Teach me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame;

I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.

2 A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;

Man is but vanity and dust
In all his flower and prime.

3 What should I wish, or wait for, then,
From creatures, earth, and dust?
They make our expectations vain,'
And disappoint our trust.

4 Now I forbid my earthly hope,
My fond desires recall;

I give my mortal int❜rest up,
And make my God my All.

PSALM XXXIX. Version 2. L. M.

1 0 let me, heavenly Lord, extend
My view to life's approaching end;
Instructed by thy wisdom, learn
How soon my fabric shall return
To earth-and in the silent tomb
It's seat of lasting rest assume.

2 What are my days? a span their line! And what my age, compar'd with thine? Our life advancing to it's close

While scarce it's earliest dawn it knows,
Swift, like a fleeting shade, we run,
And vanity and man are one.

3 God of my fathers! here, as they,
I walk, the pilgrim of a day;

A transient guest-thy works admire,
Then instant from the scene retire:
Where then shall I my refuge see?
On whom repose my hope-but Thee?

4 Before thy Throne my knees I bend ;
To thee my ceaseless prayers ascend:
O spare me, Lord! awhile O spare,—
My strength renew, my heart prepare,
Ere life's short circuit wander'd o'er-
I perish, and am seen no more.

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