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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 fhelter and my fhade.

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 giveft me the lot
Of those that fear thy name;
If endless life be their reward,
I fhall poffefs the fame.

PSALM LXII. 5,-12.

No truft in the creatures: or, Faith in divine grace and power.

M My rock and refuge is his throne;
Y fpirit looks to God alone;

In all my fears, in all my ftraits,
My foul on his falvation 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-fufficient 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.

Make not increafing gold your truft,
Nor fet your heart on glitt'ring duft;
Why will you grafp the fleeting fmoke,
And not believe what God has fpoke!
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 fov'reign pow'r reigns not alone. Grace is a partner of the throne; Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord, Shall well divide our laft reward.

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PSALM LXIII. 1, 2, 5, 3, 4. First part.:

Common Metre.

The morning of a Lord's day.

EARLY, my God, without delay,

I hafte to feek thy face;

My thirsty spirit faints
Without thy che

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Thus will I lift my hands to pray,

And tune my lips to fing.

PSALM LXIII. 6,-10. Second part.

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Common Metre.

Midnight thoughts recollected.

WAS in the watches of the night,
I thought upon thy pow'r,
ein fight,

PSALM LXIII. Long Metre.

Longing after God; or, The love of God better than

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life.

REAT God, indulge my humble claim,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;

The glories that compofe thy name
Stand all engag'd to make me bleft.

2 Thou Great and Good, thou Juft and Wife, Thou art my Father and my God:

And I am thine by facred ties;

Thy fon, thy fervant 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,

4 With early feet I love t' appear
Among thy faints, and feek thy face;
Oft have I feen thy glory there,
And felt the pow'r of fov'reign grace.

5 Nor fruits nor wines that tempt our tafte,
Nor all the joys our fenfes know,
Could make me fo divinely bleft,
Or raise my chearful paffion fo.
6 My life itself, without thy love,
No taste of pleasure could afford;
"Twould but a tiresome burden prove,
If i were banifh'd from the Lord.

7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When bufy cares afflict my head,
One thought of thee gives new delight,
And adds refreshment to my bed..

8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raife my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work fhall make my heart rejoice,
And fpend the remnant of my days.

PSALM LXIII. Short Metre.
Seeking God.

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Y God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;

And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.
2 My thirsty fainting foul
Thy mercy does implore:
Not travellers in defart lands
Can pant for water more.
3 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place,
Thy pow'r and glory to behold,
And feel thy quickning grace.
4 For life without thy love
No relish can afford;

No joy can be compar'd with this,
To ferve and please the Lord.
5 To thee I'll lift my hands,
And praife thee while I live;
Not the rich dainties of a feaft

Such food or pleasure give.
6 In wakeful hours of night,.
I call my God to mind:

I think how wife thy counfels are,
And all thy dealings kind.

7 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my fpirit flies,

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