1 Let all the just to God, with joy, Their cheerful voices raise; For well the righteous it becomes: To sing glad songs of praise.
2 For faithful is the word of God; His works with truth abound; He justice loves, and all the earth Is with his goodness crown'd.
3 Our soul on God with patience waits; Our help and shield is he; Then, Lord, still let our hearts rejoice Because we trust in Thee.
4 The riches of thy mercy, Lord, Do thou to us extend;
Since we, for all we want, or wish, On Thee alone depend.
PSALM XXXIV. C. M.
1 Thro' all the changing scenes of life, In trouble, and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ.
2 Of his deliv'rance I will boast, Till all that are distrest,
From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest.
3 O magnify the Lord with me, With me exalt his name ;
When in distress to him I call'd, He to my rescue came.
4 The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just; Deliv'rance he affords to all Who on his succour trust.
5 O make but trial of his love, Experience will decide How blest they are, and only they, Who in his truth confide.
6 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear; Make you his service your delight, He'll make your wants his care.
PSALM XXXIV. Version 2. L. M. 1 Thee will I thank, and day by day, Form to thy praise the joyful lay; From morn to eve my song extend, My God, my Father, and my Friend!
2 While pleas'd each heart of humble frame, Shall wake, great God! to hear thy fame, O come, your voice triumphant raise, And sing, with me, your Maker's praise.
3 O taste with me, O taste, and prove The blessings of his boundless love; And (fearless of repulse or shame) The promise of his mercy claim.
4 Hail, Saviour of the human race! Hail, fountain of exhaustless grace! Thrice happy, who on Thee recline, Nor own, nor ask a help but thine.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly Host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
PSALM XXXVI. L. M.
1 O Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope, The highest Orb of Heaven transcends; Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd scope Beyond the spreading sky extends.
2 Thy justice like the hills remains ; Unfathom❜d depths thy judgments are; Thy providence the world sustains; The whole creation is thy care.
3 Since of thy goodness all partake, With what assurance should the just Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make, And saints to thy protection trust.
4 Such guests shall to thy courts be led To banquet on thy Love's repast, And drink, as from a fountain's head, Of joys that shall for ever last.
5 With thee the springs of life remain ; Thy presence is eternal day;
O let thy saints thy favor gain ; To upright hearts thy truth display.
1 Teach me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame;
I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am.
2 A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time;
Man is but vanity and dust In all his flower and prime.
3 What should I wish, or wait for, then, From creatures, earth, and dust? They make our expectations vain,' And disappoint our trust.
4 Now I forbid my earthly hope, My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal int❜rest up, And make my God my All.
PSALM XXXIX. Version 2. L. M.
1 0 let me, heavenly Lord, extend My view to life's approaching end; Instructed by thy wisdom, learn How soon my fabric shall return To earth-and in the silent tomb It's seat of lasting rest assume.
2 What are my days? a span their line! And what my age, compar'd with thine? Our life advancing to it's close
While scarce it's earliest dawn it knows, Swift, like a fleeting shade, we run, And vanity and man are one.
3 God of my fathers! here, as they, I walk, the pilgrim of a day;
A transient guest-thy works admire, Then instant from the scene retire: Where then shall I my refuge see? On whom repose my hope-but Thee?
4 Before thy Throne my knees I bend ; To thee my ceaseless prayers ascend: O spare me, Lord! awhile O spare,— My strength renew, my heart prepare, Ere life's short circuit wander'd o'er- I perish, and am seen no more.
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