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Psalm XXXIV.

God's Care of His Saints.

1 THROUGH 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 0! 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 bless'd 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 XXXVI.

Saints' interest in God's Attributes and Providence.

1 O LORD, Thy mercy, my sure hope,
The highest orb of Heav'n 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 in 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 favour gain;
To upright hearts Thy truth display.

Psalm XXXVII.

Direction and Protection for the Righteous. 1 THE good man's way is GoD's delight; He orders all the steps aright

Of him that moves by His command: Though he sometimes may be distress'd, Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd;

For GoD upholds him with His hand,

2 Observe the perfect man with care, And mark all such as upright are;

Their roughest days in peace shall end:
While on the latter end of those
Who dare GOD's sacred will oppose,
A common ruin shall attend.

3 GOD to the just will aid afford:
Their only safeguard is the Lord;
Their strength in time of need is He:
Because on Him they still depend,
Their LORD will timely succour send,
Andfrom the wicked set them free.

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Psalm XXXIX.

Mortality of Man.-Vanity of the World.

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 flow'r and prime!

3 See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o'er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all their noise is vain.

4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show;
Some toil for earthly store;

Amass for heirs, they know not who,
And straight are seen no more.

5 What should I wish or wait for then,
From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.

6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recal;

I give my mortal int'rest up,
And make my GOD my all.

Psalm XXXIX.

Submission under Affliction.—Man a Sojourner. 1 SILENT I stood beneath Thy rod, And silent still I'll stand:

Thy right I own -'twas Thou, my God!
I own Thy chast'ning hand.

2 But shall Thy hand, severely just,
To me destructive prove?
Oh! from this feeble, dying dust
Thy vengeful stroke remove!

3 When with rebukes Thy justice hies
To close this wasting span,

Crush'd, like the moth, his beauty dies;
Such vanity is man!

4 Then let my cries arrest Thine ears,
Nor still Thy help deny!

While, weeping in this vale of tears,
Beneath thy hand I lie.

5 A stranger on this distant shore

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From stage to stage I go:

As all my fathers were before,
Short sojourner below!

6 O! grant me, LORD! a kind reprieve;
My gracious strength restore,
Till I this land of sorrow leave-
Go hence-and be no more!

Psalm XL.

Deliverance from great Distress.

1 I WAITED meekly for the LORD,
Till He vouchsaf'd a kind reply;
Who did His gracious ear afford,
And heard from. Heav'n my humble

2 He took me from the dismal pit,

When founder'd deep in miry clay; On solid ground He plac'd my feet, And suffer'd not my steps to stray.

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3 The wonders He for me has wrought
Shall fill my mouth with songs of praise;
And others, to His worship brought,
To hopes of like deliv'rance raise.

4 Who can the wondrous works recount
Which Thou, O GOD, for us hast wrought?
The treasures of Thy love surmount

The pow'r of numbers, speech, and thought.

5 For those who humbly seek Thy face,
To joyful triumphs shall be rais'd;
And all who prize Thy saving grace,
With me resound, The LORD be prais'd.

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