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PSALM LVII.
Praise for protection, grace and truth.

Y God, in whom are all the springs

Of boundless love, and grace unknowny Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,

Till the dark cloud is overblown. 2 Up to the heav'ns'i send my cry,

The Lord will my desires perform;
He fends his angels from the sky,

And saves me from the threatning storm. 3 Be thou exalted, O my God,

Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,

And land to land thy wonders tell.
4. My heart is fix'd; my fong shall raise

Immortal honours to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to louod his praise,

My tongue, the glory of my frame.
5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigas,

And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,

When lower worlds dissolve and die. 6 Be thou exalted, O my God,

Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be knowo abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.

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PSALM LVIII. As the 113th Pfalm.

Warning to magiftrates.
UDGES, who rule the world by laws,

Will ye despise the righteous cause,
When th’injur'd poor before you stands?

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2 O lead me to the Rock

That's high above my head, And make the covert of thy wings

My shelter and my shade. 3

Within thy presence, Lord,

For ever I'll abide;
Thou art the tow'r of my defence

The refuge where I hide; 4 Thou givest me the lot

of those that fear thy name; If endless life be their reward,

I Mall possess the fame.

PSA L M LXII. 5.-12.
No trust in the creatures : or, Faith in divine grace
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Y spirit looks to God alone;

My rock and refuge is his thrope; Jo all my fears, in all my straits,

My soul on his salvation waits.
2 Truft him, ye faints, in all your ways,

Pour out your hearts before his face;
When helpers fail, and foes invade,

God is our all-sufficicot aid.
3 'False are the men of high degree,

The bafer fort are vanity;
Laid in the balance both appear

Light as a puff of empty air.
4 Make not increasing gold your trust,

Nor set your heart on glitt'ring duft;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,

And not believe what God has spoke! 5 Once has his awful voice declar'd,

Once and again my ears have heard,

* All pow'r is his eternal due;

“ He must be fear'd and trusted too." 6 For fou'reigo pow'r reigos not alone.

Grace is a partner of the throne;
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward.

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PSALM LXIII. 1, 2, 3, 3, 4. Firsi part,

Common Metre.
The morning of a Lord's day.

delay,
I hate to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints:

Without thy che 2 So pilgrims on

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Thus will I lift my hands to pray,

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PSALM LXIII. 6,-10. Second part .

Common Metre.

Midnight thoughts recolle Eted.

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W AS in the watches of the night,
I thought upon thy pow'r,

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PSALM LXIII. Long Metre. Longing after God; or, The love of God better than

life.
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 blest. 2 Thou Great and Good, thou Just and Wife,

Thou art my Father and my God:
And I am thine by facred ties;

Thy fon, thy servant bought with blood. 3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands.

For thee I long, to thee I look,
As travellers in thirsty lands
Pant for the cooling water-brook,
With early feet I love t'appear
Among thy faints, and seek thy face;
Oft have I seen thy glory there,

And felt the pow'r of lov'reign grace.
5 Nor fruits nor wines that tempt our taste,

Nor all the joys our senses koow,
Could make me fo divinely blest,

Or raise my chearful pallion fo. 6 My life itself, without thy love,

No taste of pleasure could afford;
"Twould but a tiresome burden proves

1 were banish'd from the Lord. 7

Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When buly cares affict my head,
On thought of thee gives new delight:
And adds reireshment to my bed.

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