6 The fons of earth and fons of hell
Gaze at thy goodness, and repine
To fee my table spread fo well
With living bread and chearful wine.
7 [How I rejoice when on my head
Thy Spirit condescends to rest!
'Tis a divine anointing shed
Like oil of gladness at a feast.
8 Surely the mercies of the Lord

Attend his houshold all their days;
There will I dwell to hear his word,
To feek his face and fing his praife.]

PSALM XXIII. Common Metre.

MY

Y Shepherd will fupply my need,
Jehovah is his name;

In paftures fresh he makes me feed
Befide the living stream.

2 He brings my wand'ring spirit back
When I forfake his ways;

And leads me for his mercy's fake
In paths of truth and grace.

3 When I walk thro' the fhades of death
Thy prefence is my stay,

A word of thy fupporting breath
Drives all my fears away.

4 Thy hand in fight of all my foes
Doth ftill my table spread
My cup with bleffings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.

5 The fure provifions of my God
Attend me all my days;

O may thy house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise!

6 There would I find a fettled reft,
(While others go and come)
No more a stranger or a gueft,
But like a child at home.

I

PSALM XXIII. Short Metre.

HE Lord my fhepherd is,
I fhall be well fupply'd;

Since he is mine and I am his,

What can I want befide?

2 He leads me to the place Where heav'nly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pafs, And full falvation flows,

3 If e'er I go aftray,

He doth my foul reclaim,

And guides me in his own right way

For his moft holy name.

4 While he affords his aid

I cannot yield to fear;

Tho' I fhould walk through death's dark shade My Shepherd's with me there.

5 In fpite of all my foes

Thou doft my table fpread,

My cup with bleffings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.

6 The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my following days;

Nor from thy house will I remove
Nor ceafe to fpeak thy praife.

PSALM XXIV.

TH

Common Metre..

Dwelling with God.

HE earth for ever is the Lord's, With Adam's num'rous race; He rais'd its arches o'er the floods,

And built it on the feas.

2 But who among the fons of men.
May vifit thine abode?

He that has hands from mifchief clean,
Whole heart is right with God.

3 This is the man may rife and take
The bleffings of his grace:
This is the lot of those that feek
The God of Jacob's face.

4 Now let our fouls immortal pow'rs,
To meet the Lord

prepare,
Lift up their everlasting doors,
The King of glory's near.

5 The King of glory who can tell
The wonders of his might?.
He rules the nations; but to dwell
With faints is his delight.

PSALM XXIV. Long Metre. Saints divell in heaven; or, Chrift's afcenfion. HIS fpacious earth is all the Lord's,

TH

And men and worms, and beasts and birds: He rais'd the building on the feas,

And gave it for their dwelling-place.

2 But there's a brighter world on high,
Thy palace, Lord, above the fky;
Who fhall afcend that blest abode,
And dwell fo near his Maker, God?

3 He that abhors and fears to fin,

Whose heart is pure, whofe hands are clean, Him fhall the Lord the Saviour blefs, And clothe his foul with righteousness. 4 These are the men, the pious race That seek the God of Jacob's face: These shall enjoy the blissful fight, And dwell in everlasting light.

PAUSE.

5 Rejoice ye fhining worlds on high,
Behold the King of glory nigh,
Who can this King of glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he,
6 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves difplay,
To make the Lord, the Saviour way:
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conqu❜ror comes with God to dwell.
Rais'd from the dead he goes before,
He opens heav'n's eternal door,
To give his faints a blest abode
Near their Redeemer and their God.

PSALM XXV. 1-11. First part.

Waiting for pardon and direction.
Lift my foul to God,

IMs truft is in his name;

My

Let not my foes that feek my blood
Still triumph in my shame.

2 Sin, and the pow'rs of hell
Pertuade me to despair:

Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well,
That I may 'cape the fnare.

3 From the first dawning light
Till the dark evening rife,
For thy falvation, Lord, I wait
With ever longing eyes.
4 Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the fins of riper days,
And follies of my youth.
5 The Lord is just and kind,
The meek shall learn his ways,
And every humble finner find
The methods of his grace.

6 For his own goodness fake

He faves my foul from shame; He pardons (tho' my guilt be great) Thro' my Redeemer's name.

PSALM XXV. 12, 14, 10, 13. Second part,

I

W

Divine inftruction.

HERE fhall the man be found
That fears t' offend his God,
That loves the gofpel's joyful found,
And trembles at the rod?

2 The Lord fhall make him know
The fecrets of his heart,
The wonders of his cov'nant fhow,
And all his love impart.

3 The dealings of his hand
Are truth and mercy ftill,

With fuch as to his cov'nant ftand,
And love to do his will.

4 Their fouls fhall dwell at ease
Before their Maker's face;