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

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Plalm LXIII. Common Metre. [X]

For the Lord's Day Morning.

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I hate to seek thy face; My thirsty fpirit faints away,

Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims, on the scorching fando

Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,

And they must drink or die.
I've seen thy glory and thy power

Through all thy temple shine ;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,

That vision fo divine.
4 Not all the blessings of a feast

Can pleafe my soul fo well,
As when thy richer grace I taste,

And in thy presence dwell.
s Not life itself, with all its joys,

Can my belt passions move ;
Nor raise fo high my cheerful voice

As thy forgiving love.
6 Thus, till my last expiring day,

I'd bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
Ai tune my lips to fing.

Plalm LXIII.

Long Metre. [X]
The Love of God and his Worship.
REAT God, indulge my humble claim,

Thou art my hope, my joy, my reft,
The glories that compofe 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 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,
Long for the cooling water brook.
4 With early feet, I will appear

Among thy faints, and seek thy face o
Give me to see thy glory there,

And taste the richness of thy grace. 5 Not all, by worldly men poisess’d,

Not all the joys our senses know,
Can make me to divinely blest,
Or raise my cheerful passions so.
6 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,

Whilf, I have breath to pray or praise ;
This work thall make my heart rejoice,
And well employ my future days.

WATTS.

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Praim LXIII.

Sbort Metre.
Deligit in Divine Worbip.
Y God, permit my tongue

With joy to call thee mine ;
And let my early cries prevail,
To taste thy love divine.

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2 Within thy churches, Lord,

I long to find iny place ;
Thy power and glory to behold,

And feel thy quickening grace. 3 For life, without thy love,

No relish can afford;
No joy can be compar'd with this,

To serve and please the Lord. 4 To thee I'll list my hands,

And praise thee whilst I live;
Not the gay scenes of time and sense

Such pure delight can give.
5 Since thou hast been my help,

To thee my spirit flies;
And on thy watchful Providence

My cheerful hope relies. 6 The shadow of thy wings

My soul in safety keeps ;
I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my itops.

WATTS.

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Psalm LXIV. Six Line L. M. [X]

In a Time of Insurrection.
LORD, to our requcít give ear,

And free our fouls froin hostile fear ;
For crafty men, of impious mind,
(Their powers in secret league combin'd)
With factious rage their plots devise,

And vent their malice, mix'd with lies. 2 Behold the slaughter-breathing throng,

Whet like a sword their threat'ning tongue, And bend their bows, to shoot their darts Against the men of upright hearts :

In works of mischief they agree,

And vainly think that none ihall see. 3 But, wretches, whither will ye fly?

Behold the arrow from on high Defcends, and bears upon its wing The wrath of heaven's offended King ! Your flanders on yourselves shall fall, Hated, despis'd, and shunn’d by all. 4 The world shall then God's power confess, His wisdom, love and righteousness; And men shall see, with rev'rend thought, The wonders that his hand hath wrought ; Whilft all shall own his dealings just, The righteous in his name shall trust.

Tate and Merrick, united and varied.

Psalm LXV. First Part. L. M. [X]

Public Worship.
OR thee, O God, our constant praise

In Zion waits, thy chosen feat :
Our promis'd altars there we'll raise,
And all our zealous yows complete.
2 thou, who to my humble prayer
Didit always bend thy liftening ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,

And at thy gracious throne appear.
3 Our fins, though numberless, in vain

To stop thy flowing mercy try ;
For thou wilt purge the guilty stain,

And wash away the crimson dye.
4 Blest is the man, who, near thee plac'd,

Within thy facred dwelling lives ;
Whilst we at humbler distance taste
The valt delight thy worship gives.

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C.M. [X]

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Psalm LXV. Sec. Part. C.M.

Divine Providence in Air, Earth, and Sca. 'T IS by thy strength the mountains stand,

God of eternal power ;
The sea grows calm at thy command,

And tempests cease to roar.
2 Thy morning light and evening shade

Succeffive comforts bring;
Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad,

Thy flowers adorn the spring.
3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours,

Heaven, air, and earth are thine; When clouds distil in fruitful ihowers,

The Author is divine. 4 Those wandering cisterns in the sky,

Borne by the winds around, Whose wat’ry treasures well supply

The furrows of the ground.
5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill,

And ranks of corn appear;
Thy ways abound with blessings still,
Thy goodness crowns the year.

WATTS. Psalm LXV. Third Part. C. M. [X]

Fruitful Segfons.
OD is the Lord, the heavenly King,
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Who
Vifts the paltures every Spring,

And bids the grass appear.
2 The clouds, like rivers rais’d on high,

Pour out, at thy command,
Their warry blettings from the sky,

To cheer the thirity land.

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