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No. XXXII. L.M. PS. XXXII. 9—11.

SUBMIT yourselves to wisdom's rule,
Like men that reason have attain'd:
Not like th' ungovern'd horse and mule,
Whose fury must be curb'd and rein'd.

Sorrows on sorrows multiplied,

The harden'd sinner shall confound:
But them who in God's truth confide,
Blessings of mercy shall surround.

His saints that have perform'd His laws,
Their life in triumph shall employ:
Let them, as they alone have cause,
In grateful raptures shout for joy.

No. XXXIII. C.M. PS. XXXIII. 1-5.

LET all the just to God with joy
Their cheerful voices raise:
For well the righteous it becomes
To sing glad songs of praise.

Let harps, and psalteries, and lutes,
In joyful concert meet;
And new-made songs of loud applause,
The harmony complete.

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.

No. XXXIV. C.M. PS. XXXIV. 1—4.

THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble, and in joy,

The praises of my God shall still

My heart and tongue employ.

Of His deliv'rance I will boast,
Till all that are distress'd,
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.

O magnify the Lord with me;
With me exalt His name :
When in distress to Him I call'd,
He to my rescue came.

No. XXXV.

C.M. PS. XXXIV. 7—9.

THE hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliv'rance He affords to all

Who on His succour trust.

O! make but trial of His love,
Experience will decide,

How bless'd they are, and only they,
Who in His truth confide.

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.

No. XXVIII. L.M. PS. XXIX. 1,3,5.

YE princes that in might excel,
Your grateful sacrifice prepare;
God's glorious actions loudly tell,
His wondrous pow'r to all declare.

"Tis He that with amazing noise
The wat❜ry clouds in sunder breaks;
The ocean trembles at His voice,
When He from heav'n in thunder speaks.

How full of pow'r His voice appears!
With what majestic terror crown'd!
Which from their roots tall cedars tears,
And strews their scatter'd branches round.

No. XXIX. S.M. PS. XXXI, 1,4,5.

DEFEND me, Lord, from shame,
For still I trust in Thee;

As just and righteous is Thy Name,
From danger set me free.

Release me from the snare
My foes have closely laid :
Since I, O God my strength, repair
To Thee alone for aid.

To Thee, the God of truth,
My life, and all that's mine,

(For Thou preserv'dst me from my youth,) I willingly resign.

No. XXXVIII. P.M. PS. XXXVII. 1,4,16,17.

THOUGH wicked men grow rich or great,
Yet let not their successful state

Thy anger or thy envy raise :

For they, cut down like tender grass,
Or like young flow'rs, away shall

pass:

Whose blooming beauty soon decays.

Depend on God, and Him obey:
So thou within the land shalt stay,
Secure from danger, and from want';
Make His commands thy chief delight :
And He, thy duty to requite,

Shall all thy earnest wishes grant.

A little, with God's favour bless'd,
That's by one righteous man possess'd,

The wealth of many bad excels :
For God supports the just man's cause;
But as for those that break His laws,
Their unsuccessful pow'r he quells.

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No. XXXIX. C.M.D. PS. XXXIX. 4-6,11-13.

LORD, let me know my term of days,
How soon my life will end;

The num'rous train of ills disclose,

Which this frail state attend.

My life, Thou know'st, is but a span:

A cipher sums my years; And ev'ry man, in best estate, But vanity appears.

Man, like a shadow, vainly walks,
With fruitless cares oppress'd;
He heaps up wealth, but cannot tell
By whom 'twill be possess'd.
For when Thou chast'nest man for sin,
Thou mak'st his beauty fade
(So vain a thing is he!) like cloth
By fretting moths decay'd.

Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears,
And listen to my prayer:
Who sojourn like a stranger here,

As all my fathers were.
O! spare me yet a little time;

My wasted strength restore,

Before I vanish quite from hence,
And shall be seen no more.

No. XL. L.M. PS. XL. 1-3.

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 cry.

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