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6 For sovereign power reigns not alonej
Grace is a partner of the throne;
Plalm LXIII. Common Metre. [X]
For the Lord's Day Morning.
I hate to seek thy face; My thirsty fpirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.
Beneath a burning sky,
And they must drink or die.
Through all thy temple shine ;
That vision fo divine.
Can pleafe my soul fo well,
And in thy presence dwell.
Can my belt passions move ;
As thy forgiving love.
I'd bless my God and King;
Long Metre. [X]
Thou art my hope, my joy, my reft,
Stand all engag‘d to make me blest.
Thou art my Father and my God;
Among thy faints, and seek thy face o
And taste the richness of thy grace. 5 Not all, by worldly men poisess’d,
Not all the joys our senses know,
Whilf, I have breath to pray or praise ;
With joy to call thee mine ;
2 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find iny place ;
And feel thy quickening grace. 3 For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;
To serve and please the Lord. 4 To thee I'll list my hands,
And praise thee whilst I live;
Such pure delight can give.
To thee my spirit flies;
My cheerful hope relies. 6 The shadow of thy wings
My soul in safety keeps ;
Psalm LXIV. Six Line L. M. [X]
In a Time of Insurrection.
And free our fouls froin hostile fear ;
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]
In Zion waits, thy chosen feat :
And at thy gracious throne appear.
To stop thy flowing mercy try ;
And wash away the crimson dye.
Within thy facred dwelling lives ;
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 ;
And tempests cease to roar.
Succeffive comforts bring;
Thy flowers adorn the spring.
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.
And ranks of corn appear;
WATTS. Psalm LXV. Third Part. C. M. [X]
And bids the grass appear.
Pour out, at thy command,
To cheer the thirity land.