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Cemented by the God of love,

With kindred spirit we fhall move.

CII. PSALM LXI. Short Met. WATTS.

Safety in GOD.

HEN overwhelmed with grief

WMy heart within me dies,

Helpless and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift my eyes.

O lead me to the rock,
That's raised above my head;
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my fhade.

May thy good presence, Lord,
Ever with me abide;

Thou art my refuge in distress,
My guardian, and my guide.

My guardian, to protect
From fin, my deadliest foe;
My guide, to lead me to the blifs,
Which cancels every woe.

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PSALM LXII. Long Met.
Vanity, its Worth and Reward.

H vanity thou bane of man, How foolish, childish all thy plan! Away! thy trifles move my fmile, They only trifling minds beguile. 2 Mufter thy light, fantastic train, The pomp of life, the thirst of gain,

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The pride of power, the bended knee,
Such empty phantoms fuit not me.

But fee! what furies prefs the rear!
Paffion and luft, and rage and fear,
Difguft, remorfe, and death and hell,
Such terrors all my foul repel.

O God! that man by thee defigned To cultivate his nobler mind,

Thy happiness itself partake,

Should mind and God for these forfake.

CIV. PSALM LXIII. Com. Met. WATTS.

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A Welcome to the LORD's Day.

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Elcome, my God, thy facred day!
To thee my spirit flies;

Thy prefence cheers me on my way,
And virtuous ftrength fupplies.

2 So pilgrims on the fcorching fand,
Beneath a burning sky,

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Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they muft drink or die.

How oft with love divine inspired,
Thy threshold have I trod!
How often from the world retired,
Held converse with my God!

4 The dear delights by fenfe embraced
Please not my foul fo well,

As when thy richer grace I tafte,
And in thy presence dwell.

5 Nor fo, the world, with all its joys,
Can my best paffions move,

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Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

6 Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll blefs my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to fing.

cv. PSALM LXIII. Short Met. WATTS.

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Delight in Worship.

Y God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my fuppliant prayer prevail
To tafte thy love divine.

For life without thy love`
No relish can afford;

No joy can be compared to this,
To ferve and please the Lord.
To thee I'll lift my hands,
And praise thee while I live;
Not all the luxuries of life

So true a pleasure give.

Since this has been my faith,
To thee my spirit flies,

And on thy guardian providence

My cheerful hope relies.

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The fhadow of thy wings

My foul in fafety keeps ;

I follow where my Father leads,
And he fupports my fteps.

CVI. PSALM LXIII. Long Met.

Without Communion with GOD, all is vain.

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I NOUGH of life's vain fcene I've trod,
Sweet is this interval of rest.
With cheerful heart I meet my God,

His prefence makes me truly bleft.
2 Father and friend, relations dear!
Rejoicing to the human foul!
They lift us above every fear,
And ills, if ills there be, controul.
Pleasant is life, and fweet the light
That pours from the bright orb of day,
Revealing to our raptured fight
The world in all its rich display.

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Pleasant is life, and sweet its ties, The touching charities of man; Friend, fellow, child and parent rise, Endearing life's progreffive plan.

But light and life would foon be vile, And all their deareft pleasures pall,

Nor fun would fhine, nor life would finile, Without thy prefence gladdening all.

CVII. PSALM LXV. Long Met. MERRICK.
The Bleffings of the Year the Gift of Providence.

HE morn and eve thy praise resound,
Lord, as they walk th’ethereal round;

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Thy vifits teach the grateful foil

To recompenfe the labourer's toil.

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By unexhausted springs fupplied
The river pours its copious tide;
A thousand streams in fportive play
Thro' the rich meadows wind their way.

The clouds, in frequent fhowers diftilled,
Drop fatness on the pregnant field,

Break the rough glebe, the furrows cheer,
And crown with good the smiling year.

The pastures of th' extended wafte
Thy gifts in rich profufion taste;
The hills around exulting stand,
And fhew the bounty of thy hand.

Nursed by thy care, the fleecy train, Emblem of mildness, browze the plain; The neighing horfe, and lowing steer, In ftatelier majesty appear.

Cherished at length by lenient skies,
Herbage and corn luxuriant rife:
The laughing vale affumes a tongue,
And bursts triumphant into fong.

CVIII. PSALM LXV. Long Met. WATTS.

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The fame.

HE evening and the morn rejoice; Seasons obey their Maker's voice; The earth is pregnant with his showers, Laden with fruits, and dreft with flowers.

2 The defart grows a fruitful field,
Abundant food the vallies yield;
The vallies fhout with cheerful voice,
And neighbouring hills repeat their joys.