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5 Yet, LORD, thy searching eye
Does inward truth require; And secretly with wisdom's laws
My soul thou wilt inspire.
And so I clean shall be:
When purified by thee. 7 Make me to hear with joy
Thy kind forgiving voice;
May with fresh strength rejoice. 8 Blot out my crying sins,
Nor me in anger view :
An upright mind renew.
Nor cast me from thy sight; Nor let thy Holy Spirit take
His everlasting flight. 10 The joy thy favor gives
Let me, O LORD, regain,
My fainting soul sustain. 11 So I thy righteous ways
To sinners will impart;
To thy just laws convert. 12 Could sacrifice atone,
Whole flocks and herds should die; But on such off’rings thou disdain'st
To cast a gracious eye, 13 A broken spirit is
By God most highly prized; By him a broken, contrite heart,
Shall never be despised. 14 Let Sion favor find,
Of thy good will assured; And thy own city flourish long,
By lofty walls secured. 15 The just shall then attend,
And pleasing tribute pay; And sacrifice of choicest kind Upon thy altar lay,
PSALM 45. C. M.
From the lv. Psalm of David.
And listen when I pray;
Thy glorious face away.
2 My heart is pain'd; the shades of death
Their terrors round me spread; While fearful tremblings seize my breast,
Horrors o'erwhelm my head. 3 And thus I breathe my heavy sigh
To Him who hears above; "O that my soul on wings could fly,
And emulate the dove !
Some secret place to find,
And rest my weary mind.
Bidding the world farewell,
Where peace and quiet dwell.” 6 Thus will I call on God, who still
Shall in my aid appear;
And he my voice shall hear.
PSALM 46. C. M.
From the lvi. Psalm of David. 1 LORD! though at times surprised by fear,
On danger's first alarm, Yet still for succor I depend
On thy almighty arm.
On which I now rely ;
The arm of flesh defy.
The force that man can raise ; To thee, O God, my vows are due,
To thee I 'll render praise. 4 Thou hast retrieved my soul from death,
And thou wilt still secure
And make my footsteps sure:
I may this light enjoy;
My lengthen'd days employ.
Its thankful tribute to present;
2 Awake, my glory; harp and lute,
No longer let your strings be mute:
Will with the early dawn awake, 3 Thy praises, LORD, I will resound
To all the listning nations round:
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends, 4 Be thou, O God, exalted high;
And as thy glory fills the sky,
PSALM 48. L. M.
From the lxii. Psalm of David, 1 MY soul, for help on God rely,
On him alone thy trust repose; My rock and health will strength supply,
To bear the shock of all my foes. 2 God does his saving health dispense,
And flowing blessings daily send: He is my fortress and defence,
On him my soul shall still depend. 3 In him, ye people, always trust;
Before his throne pour out your hearts: For God, the merciful and just,
His timely aid to us imparts. 4 The LORD has oft his will express’d,
And I this truth have fully known; To be of boundless power possess'd,
Belongs of right to God alone. 5 Though mercy is his darling grace,
In which he chiefly takes delight; Yet he will all the human race
According to their works requite.
1 O GOD, my gracious God, to thee My morning prayers shall offer'd be,
For thee my thirsty soul does pant; My fainting flesh implores thy grace, As in a dry and barren place,
Where I refreshing waters want. 20! to my longing eyes, once more, That view of glorious power restore,
Which thy majestic house displays: Because to me thy wondrous love Than life itself does dearer prove,
My lips shall always speak thy praise.
1 FOR thee, O God, our constant praise
In Sion waits, thy chosen seat;
And all our zealous vows complete. 2 Thou! who to every humble prayer,
Dost always bend thy list’ning ear, To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear. 3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop thy flowing mercy try; Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain,
And washest out the crimson dye. 4 Blest is the man, who, near thee placed,
Within thy sacred dwelling lives! 'Tis there abundantly we taste
The vast delights thy temple gives.
PART II. L. M. 1 LORD! from thy unexhausted store,
Thy rain relieves the thirsty ground; Makes lands, that barren were before,
With corn and useful fruits abound, 2 On rising ridges down it pours,
And every furrow'd valley fills: Thou mak'st them soft with gentle showers,
In which a blest increase distils. 3 Thy goodness does the circling year
With fresh returns of plenty crown; And where thy glorious paths appear,
The fruitful clouds drop fatness down. 4 They drop on barren deserts, changed
By them to pastures fresh and green: The hills about, in order ranged,
In beauteous robes of joy are seen.
5 Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn
The cheerful downs; the valleys bring A plenteous crop of full ear'd corn,
And seem, for joy, to shout and sing.
PART I. C. M.
To God their voices raise;
And spread his glorious praise. 2 And let them say, How dreadful, LORD,
In all thy works, art thou !
Shall all be forced to bow. 3 Through all the earth, the nations round
Shall thee, their God, confess;
Of thy great Name express.
· And then with me you 'll own That he to all the sons of men
Has wondrous judgment shown. 5 O all ye nations, bless our God,
And loudly speak his praise; Who keeps our souls alive, and still
Confirms our steadfast ways.
PART II. C. M. 1 My off rings to God's house I'll bring,
And there my vows will pay, Which I with solemn zeal did make
In trouble’s dismal day.
Attend with heedful care,
With grateful joy declare. 3 As I before his aid implored,
So now I praise his Name; But, if my heart to sin incline,
My prayer will God disclaim. 4 But God to me, whene'er I cried,
His gracious ear did bend, And to the voice of my request
With constant love attend. 5 Then bless'd for ever be my God,
Who never, when I pray, Withholds his mercy from my soul,
Nor turns his face away.