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Their sin overflowing
Thy power will restrain;
New glory will gain, 3 Ye nations, to God
Vow homage sincere;
Love, worship, and fear!
Your spirits repress!
His wonders confess !
PSALM 60. C. M.
From the lxxviii. Psalm of David.
Devout attention lend;
Deep in your hearts descend.
Which ancient times have known; The truths which our forefathers' care
To us has handed down.
Our offspring shall be taught
Has works of wonder wrought. 4 For Jacob he his law ordain'd,
His league with Israel made; With charge to be from age to age,
From race to race, convey'd. 5 That generations yet to come
Should to their unborn heirs Religiously transmit the same,
And they again to theirs.
Their hope securely stands;
But keep his just commands.
1 0 THOU whom heavenly hosts obey,
How long shall thy fierce anger burn? How long thy suff'ring people pray,
And to their prayers have no return ? 2 Thou brought'st a vine from Egypt's land
And casting out the heathen race, Didst plant it with thine own right hand,
And firmly fix it in their place.
3 Before it thou prepar'dst the way,
And mad'st it take a lasting root, Which, bless'd with thy indulgent ray,
O’er all the land did widely shoot. 4 The hills were cover'd with its shade,
Its goodly boughs did cedars seem; Its branches to the sea were spread,
And reach'd to proud Euphrates' stream. 5 To thee, O God of hosts, we pray,
Thy wonted goodness, LORD, renew; From heaven, thy throne, this vine survey,
And her sad state with pity view. 6 Behold the vineyard made by thee,
Which thy right hand did guard so long; And keep that branch from danger free,
Which for thyself thou mad'st so strong. 7 Do thou convert us, LORD, do thou
The lustre of thy face display ; And all the ills we suffer now,
Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.
PSALM 63. C. M.
From the lxxxiv. Psalm of David.
How lovely is the place
The brightness of thy face !
To view thy blest abode;
For thee, the living God.
3 The birds, more happy far than I,
Around thy temple throng;
Securely hatch their young.
How highly bless'd are they,
And there thy praise display!
Their sure protection made,
That to thy dwelling lead ! 6 Who pass through parch'd and thirsty vales,
Yet no refreshment want;
At their request dost grant. 7 Thus they proceed from strength to strength,
And still approach more near;
Before their God appear.
'T is better to attend,
A thousand days to spend.
The meanest office take,
My pompous dwelling make.
Will grace and glory give;
From them that justly live.
How highly bless'd is he,
PSALM 64. C. M.
From the laxxv. Psalm of David.
To thy obedience turn;
Thy wrath no more may burn.
And wrath so long retain ?
Thy wonted comfort gain.
Which we have long implored :
Thy wonted aid afford.
4 God's answer patiently I 'll wait;
For he with glad success,
His mourning saints will bless. 5 To all that fear God's holy Name
His sure salvation 's near; His glory in our happy land
For ever shall appear. 6 For mercy now with truth is join'd;
And righteousness with peace, Like kind companions, absent long,
With friendly arms embrace. 7 Truth from the earth shall spring, whilst heaven
Shall streams of justice pour;
Shall endless plenty shower.
And his just paths prepare; While we his holy steps pursue
With constant zeal and care.
PSALM 65. C. M.
From the lxxxvi. Psalm of David. 1 TO my complaint, O LORD my God,
Thy gracious ear incline; Hear me, distress'd and destitute
Of all relief but thine.
That does thy Name adore;
Relies on thee, restore.
Thy mercy, LORD, extend;
On thee alone depend.
But prompt to pardon too; Of plenteous mercy to all those
Who for thy mercy sue.
O LORD, attentive be;
For thou wilt answer me.
O LORD, alone divine !
As are their works to thine.
The nations shall adore;
To thy bless'd Name restore.
8 All shall confess thee great, and great
The wonders thou hast done; Confess thee God, the God supreme,
Confess thee God alone.
From truth shall ne'er depart;
Devoutly fix my heart.
Praise thee with heart sincere,
Eternal trophies rear.
Transcends my power to tell;
From lowest deeps of hell.
To my assistance bring:
PSALM 66. II. 3.
From the lxxxvii. Psalm of David.
The LORD there condescends to dwell;
Our Israel's fairest tents excel :
O city of th’ Almighty King! 2 Of honor'd Sion we aver,
Illustrious throngs from her proceed;
And shall enrol her holy seed :
The children of his favor'd mount. 3 He 'll Sion find with numbers fill'd
Who celebrate his matchless praise ;
In heaven their harps and hymns shall raise :
PSALM 67. L. M.
From the lxxxviii. Psalm of David.
To thee by day and night I cry;
To my distress incline thine ear. 2 Like those whose strength and hopes are fled,
They number me among the dead;