And in return, my fervent pray'r
I shall for them address,
When they are tempted and reduc'd,
Like me to sore distress.

PSALM XXII.

From the 63d of David.

10 God, my gracious God, to thee
My morning pray'rs shall offer'd be ;
For thee my thirsty soul does pant;
My fainting flesh implores thy grace,
Within this dry and barren place,

Where I refreshing waters want.
2 My life, while I that life enjoy,
In blessing God I will employ,

With lifted hands adore his name: My soul's content shall be as great, As theirs who choicest dainties eat,

While I with joy his praise proclaim. 3 When I lie down, sweet sleep to find, Thou, Lord, art present to my mind, And when I wake in dead of night: Because thou still dost succour bring, Beneath the shadow of thy wing, I rest with safety and delight.

PSALM XXIII.

From the 67th of David.

1 TO bless thy chosen race,

In mercy, Lord, incline;

And cause the brightness of thy face
On all thy saints to shine:

2 That so thy wond'rous way

May through the world be known; Whilst distant lands their tribute pay, And thy salvation own.

3 Let diff'ring nations join
To celebrate thy fame;

Let all the world, O Lord, combine
To praise thy glorious name.

40 let them shout and sing,
Dissolv'd in pious mirth;

For thou, the righteous Judge and King,
Shalt govern all the earth.

5 Let diff'ring nations join

To celebrate thy fame;

Let all the world, O Lord, sombine
To praise thy glorious name.

PSALMS OF THANKSGIVING

PSALM XXIV.

From the 22d of David.

1 TO all my brethren I'll declare
The triumphs of God's name;
In presence of assembled saints,
His glory I'll proclaim.

2 'Tis his supreme prerogative
O'er subject kings to reign;
'Tis just that he should rule the world,
Who does the worlds sustain.

The rich, who are with plenty fed,
His bounty must confess :

The sons of want, by him reliev❜d,
Their gen'rous patron bless.

With humble worship, to his throne

They all for aid resort;

That pow'r which first their beings gave,
Can only them support.

PSALM XXV.

From the 23d of David.

1 THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord, Vouchsafes to be my guide;

The shepherd by whose constant care
My wants are all supply'd.

2 In tender grass he makes me feed,
And gently there repose;

Then leads me to cool shades, and where
Refreshing water flows.

3 He does my wand'ring soul reclaim:
And, to his endless praise,
Instructs with humble zeal to walk
In his most righteous ways.

I pass the gloomy vale of death
From fear and danger free;
For there his adding rod and staff
Defend and comfort me.

PSALM XXVI.

From the 108th of David.

1 O GOD, my heart is fully bent, To magnify thy name;

My tongue, with cheerful songs of praise,
Shall celebrate thy fame.

2 To all the list'ning tribes, O Lord,
Thy wond'rous works I'll tell;
And to those nations sing thy praise,
That round about us dwell:

3 Because thy mercy's boundless height
The highest heav'n transcends;
And far beyond th' aspiring clouds
Thy faithful truth extends.

4 Be thou, O God, exalted high
Above the starry frame;

And let the world, with one consent,
Confess thy glorious name.

PSALM XXVII.

From the 18th of David.

1 THOU suit'st, O Lord, thy righteous ways
To various paths of human kind;
They who for mercy merit praise,
With thee shall wondrous mercy find.

2 Thou to the just shall justice show,
The pure thy purity shall see;
Such as perversely choose to go,

Shall meet with due returns from thee.

3 For God's designs shall still succeed;
His word will bear the utmost test:
He's a strong shield to all that need,
And on his sure protection rest.

4 Who then deserves to be ador'd,

But God, on whom my hopes depend?
Or who, except the mighty Lord,
Can with resistless pow'r defend?
5 Therefore, to celebrate his fame,
My grateful voice to heav'n I'll raise;
And nations, strangers to his name,
Shall thus be taught to sing his praise.

PSALM XXVIII.

From the 103d of David.

1 THE Lord abounds with tender love,
And unexampled acts of grace;
His waken'd wrath does slowly move,
His willing mercy flows apace.

God will not always harshly chide,
But with his anger quickly part;
And loves bis pu ishments to guide,
More by his love than our desert.

3 As high as heav'n its arch extends
Above this little spot of clay,

So much his boundless love transcends
The small respects that we can pay.

4 As far as 'tis from east to west,
So far has he our sins remov'd;
Who, with a father's tender breast,
Has such as fear him always lov'd.

PSALM XXIX.

From the 106th of David.

10 RENDER thanks to God above,

The fountain of eternal love;

Whose mercy firm through ages past

Has stood and shall forever last.