PSALM LXVII.

VERSION II.

1 SHINE, mighty God! on Britain shine,
With beams of heavenly grace;
Reveal thy power through all our coasts,
And shew thy smiling face.

2 Amidst our isle, exalted high,
Do thou our glory stand;
And like a wall of guardian fire
Surround thy favour'd land.

3 When shall thy name from shore to shore,
Sound all the earth abroad;
And distant nations know and love
Their Saviour and their God?

4 Earth shall obey her Maker's will,
And yield her full increase:
Our God will crown his chosen isle
With fruitfulness and peace.

5 God the Redeemer scatters round
His choicest blessings here;
While the creation's utmost bound
Shall see, adore, and fear. -

PSALM LXVIII.

1 LORD, when thou didst ascend on high, Ten thousand angels fill'd the sky; Those heav'nly guards around thee wait, Like chariots that attend thy state. 2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear More glorious, when the Lord was there; While he pronounc'd his dreadful law, And struck the chosen tribes with awe. 3 How bright the triumph none can tell, When the rebellious pow'rs of hell,

That thousand souls had captive made,
Were all in chains like captives led.
4 Rais'd by his Father to the throne,
He sent the promis'd Spirit down
With gifts and grace for rebel men,
That God might dwell on earth again.

PSALM LXIX.

1 GOD of my life! to thee I call, Afflicted at thy feet I fall;

When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where shall I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor? 3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea? Does not the word still fix'd remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain ? 4 Hard were the woes of life to bear, Didst thou not hear and answer pray'r; But thou wilt listen from on high, And all my inmost wants supply. 5 If poor, unknown, despis'd, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

PSALM LXIX. PART II.

1 'Twas for thy sake, eternal God,
Thy Son sustain'd that heavy load
Of base reproach and sore disgrace,
And shame defil'd his sacred face.

2 Zeal for the temple of his God Consum'd his life, expos'd his blood; Reproaches at thy glory thrown

He felt, and mourn'd them as his own. 3 His friends forsook, his foll'wers fled, While foes and arms surround his head; His life they load with hateful lies, And charge his lips with blasphemies. 4 They nail him to the shameful tree; There hung the Man that died for me: Gall was the food they gave him there, And mock'd his thirst with vinegar. 5 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love Has made the curse a blessing prove: Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son Aton'd for sins which we have done.

PSALM LXIX. PART III.

1 FATHER! I sing thy wondrous grace;
I bless my Saviour's name:
He bought salvation for the poor,
And bore the sinner's shame.

2 His deep distress hath rais'd us high;
His duty and his zeal

Fulfill'd the law which mortals broke,
And finish'd all thy will.

3 This shall his humble foll'wers see,
And set their hearts at rest;
They by his death draw near to thee,
And live for ever blest.

4 Zion is thine, most holy God!

Thy Son shall bless her gates;
And glory, purchas'd by his blood,
For thine own Israel waits.

5 Let heav'n, and all that dwell on high,
To God their voices raise;
While lands and seas assist the sky,
And join t' advance the praise.

PSALM LXXI. PART I.

1 My God, my everlasting hope, I live upon thy truth;

Thy hands have held my childhood up, And strengthen'd all my youth.

2 Still has my life new wonders seen
Repeated ev'ry year:

Behold, my days that yet remain,
I trust them to thy care.

3 Cast me not off when strength declines,
When hoary hairs arise;
And round me let thy glory shine,
Whene'er thy servant dies.

4 Then in the hist'ry of my age,
When men review my days,
They'll read thy love in ev'ry page,
In ev'ry line thy praise.

PSALM LXXI. PART II.

1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys;
Transported by the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,

Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.

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3 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

4 When worn by sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd soul with grace.

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5 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

PSALM LXXII,

1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journies run;

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 For him shall endless pray'r be made, And praises throng to crown his head; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With ev'ry morning sacrifice.

3 People and realms of ev'ry tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.

4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest;

And all the sons of want are blest.

5 Where he displays his healing pow'r,
Death and the curse are known no more:
In him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.