My noon day walks he fhall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the fultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant; To fertile vales, and dewy meads, My weary, wandering fteps he leads; Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow, Amid the verdant landskips flow. 3 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I ftray, His bounty fhall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness shall smile; With lively greens and herbage crown'd, And ftreams fhall murmur all around. 4 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overfpread, My ftedfaft heart fhall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill; Thy friendly flaff fhall give me aid, And guide me through the difmal fhade,

ADDISON.

Plaim XXIV. Common Metre. [*]

The Man whom God approves.

HIS fpacious earth is all the Lord's,
The Lord's her fulness is;

The world, and they who dwell therein,
By fovereign right are his.

2 He fix'd the land, and spread the feas,
With all which they contain;
Then man in his own image form'd,
O'er all these works to reign.

3 But for himself, this Lord of all
One chofen feat defign'd;

O who fhall to that facred hill

Defir'd admittance find?

4 The man whofe hands and heart are pure, Whofe thoughts from pride are free; Who honeft poverty prefers

To gainful perjury.

This is the man on whom the Lord
Shall fhower his bleflings down;
Whom God his Saviour fhall be pleas'd
With righteoufnefs to crown.

6 Such is the character of those

Who feek the face of God; Whofe happy feet shall stand within The place of his abode.

TATE, varied.

Pfalm XXIV. Long Metre. [*]

Heaven the Refidence of Saints, and the Afcenfion of Chrift. HIS fpacious earth is all the Lord's,

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And men and worms and beafts 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 sky; Who fhall afcend that bleft abode, And dwell fo near his Maker, God? He who abhors and fears to fin,

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Whofe heart is pure, whofe hands are clean, Him fhall the Lord, the Saviour bless, And clothe his foul with righteousness. 4 Thefe are the men, the pious race Who feek the God of Jacob's face; These fhall enjoy the blissful fight, And dwell in everlasting light.

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 heavenly gates, your leaves difplay,.
To make the Lord, the Saviour way;
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conqueror comes, with God to dwell.
Rais'd from the dead, he goes before,
He opens heaven's eternal door,
To give his faints a bleft abode
With their Redeemer and their God.

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WATTS.

Pfalm XXV. Short Metre.

Seeking divine Forgiveness and Direction.

O God I lift my eyes,
My truft is in his name;

And they whofe hope on him relies,
Shall never fuffer fhame.

2 From the first dawning light

Till the dark evening's fhade,
For thy falvation, Lord, I wait,
And ask thy heavenly aid.
3 Remember all thy grace,

And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the fins of riper age,
And follies of my youth.
4 Thro' all the ways of God,
Both truth and mercy fhine,
To those who with religious hearts.
To his bleft will incline.

5 He thofe in fafety guides
Who his direction feek,

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And in his facred paths will lead
The humble and the meek.

For thy own goodness' fake,

Save thou my foul from fhame ; And pardon all my fins, tho' great, Thro' my Redeemer's name.

TATE and WATTS, united and varied.

Pfalm XXVI. Long Metre,

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Self Examination.

UDGE me, O God, and prove my ways,
And try my reins, and try my heart;
My faith upon thy promife ftays,

Nor from thy word my feet depart.
2 I hate to walk, I hate to fit
With men of vanity and lies;
The fcoffer and the hypocrite
In my efteem fhall never rife.
In innocence I'll wash my hands,
From pride and guilt and folly clear;
Then at thy facred altar ftand,
And hope to find acceptance there.
I love thy habitation, Lord,

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The temple where thy honours dwell;
There fhall I hear thy holy word,
And there thy works of wonder tell.

Let not my foul be join'd at last
With men of treachery and blood;
Since I my days on earth have past
Among the faints, and near my God.

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WATTS, varied.

Pfalm XXVII. Common Metre. [X or b]
The Church is our Safety and Delight.
HE Lord of glory is my light,
And my falvation too;

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God is my ftrength, nor will I fear
What mortal flesh can do.

2 One privilege my heart defires,
O grant me an abode

Among the churches of thy faints,
The temples of my God,
3 There fhall I offer my requests,
And fee thy glory ftill;
Shall hear thy meffages of love,
And learn thy holy will.

4

When troubles rife and ftorms appear,
There may his children hide :
God has a strong pavilion, where

He makes my foul abide.

5 Should friends and kindred, near and dear, Leave me to want or die;

My God would make my life his care,
And all my need fupply.

6 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling faints.
And keep your courage up;
He'll raife your fpirit when it faints,
And elevate your hope.

Pfalm XXVII.

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WATTS.

Long Metre. [b]

The Safety of trufting in God.

HE Lord, my Saviour, is my light, What terrors can my foul affright? Whilft God, my ftrength, my life, is near, What mortal fhall alarm my fear