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8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
PSALM LXIII. Short Metre.
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:
Can pant for water more.
I long to find my place,
And feel thy quickning grace.
No relish can afford;
To serve and please the Lord,
And praise thee while I live; Not the rich dainties of a feast
Such food or pleasure give.
I call my God to mind:
And all thy dealings kind,
Aad on thy watchful providence
My chearful hope relies.
My soul io fafety keeps:
And he supports my steps.
PSALM LXV. 1,5. First part. Long Metre.
Public prayer and praise.
My God; and praise becomes thy house;
And there perform their public vows. 2 O thou, whose mercy bends the skies
To fave, when humble finners pray;
And islands of the Northern sea. 3 Against my will my fins prevail,
But grace shall purge away their stais;
To wash my garments white agaio.
And give him kind access to thee:
Babel, prepare for long distress,
In terror and in righteousness.
What his afflicted saints request;
And with almighty wrath reveals
His love, to give his churches rest.
To Sion's hill, and own their Lord;
PSALM LXV. 5;-13. Second part. Long Metre,
God of nature and grace.
of Sion mix'd with tears; Yet 'when he comes with kind designs,
Thro' all the way his terror shines. 2 On him the race of man depends,
Far as the earth's remoteft ends,
By nature's feeble light alone.
Address their frighted souls to God,
At dreadful distance from the shore.4 He bids the ooisy tempests ceafe;
He calms the raging croud to peace,
Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. 5 Whole kingdoms, shaken by the storm,
He fettles in a peaceful form;
Firm on their old foundations stand. 6 Bchold his enfigas sweep the sky,
Now comets blaze, and lightnings fly
The heathen lands, with swift surprise,
From the bright horrors turn their eyes, 7 At his command the morning ray
Smiles in the east and leads the day,
Over the tops of western hills.
The ev'ning and the morn rejoice
Laden with fruit, and drest in Auwers. o 'Tis from his wat'ry stores on high,
He gives the thirsty ground supply;
Doth his enriching drops dispense. 10 The desart grows a fruitful field,
Abundant food the vallies yield;
And neighb'ring hills repeat their joys.
There lambs and larger cattle play;
Each in his language speaks thy name.
O’er every field thy glories shine;
PSALM LXV. First Part. Common Metre,
There snall our vows be paid;
All Acm shall seek thine aid.
2 Lord, our iniquities prevail,
But pard'niag grace is thine,
To conquer ev'ry fin.
To bring them near thy face, Give them a dwelling in thine house,
To feast upon thy grace.
Thy truth and terror shine,
Fulfil thy kind design.
The Lord is good and just; And distant islands fly to thee,
And make thy name their trust. 6 They dread thy glittring tokens, Lord,
When figns in heav'n appear; But they thall learn thy holy word,
And love as well as fear.
PSALM LXV. Second Part. Common Metre.
The providence of God in air, earth, and fea; or,
The blefing of rain.
God of eternal pow'r; ·
And tempefts cease to roar.
Successive comforts bring:
Thy flowers adorn the spring.