From sins and strife, to realms of light
Where peace and quiet dwell."

PSALM LVII. 7—11.

(L. M.)

Appointed by the church for Easter day, as spoken by the Messiah triumphing in his resurrection.

1 O God, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent
Its thankful tribute to present,

And with my heart my voice I'll raise,
To thee, my God, in songs of praise.
2 Awake my glory, harp and lute,
No longer let your strings be mute;
And I my tuneful part to take,
Will with the early dawn awake.
3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound
To all the listening nations round;
Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends;
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
4 Be thou, O God, exalted high,
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display'd,
Till thou art here, as there, obey'd.

PSALM LXI. 2-5.

Paraphrase.

1 When overwhelm'd with grief,

My heart within me dies,

Helpless and far from all relief,
To heav'n I lift mine eyes.

2 O lead me to the rock

That's high above my head,

(s. M.)

And make the covert of thy wings,
My shelter and my shade.

3 Within thy presence, Lord,
Forever I'll abide;

Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.

4 Thou givest me the lot,

Of those that fear thy name;
If endless life be their reward,
I shall possess the same.

PSALM LXII 5-8

1 On God, my soul, with patient hope
Resign'd in silence wait:

He bears my sinking spirits up,
Then let my hopes be great.

2 My Rock, my Saviour, my Defence,
My everlasting Stay;

(c. M.)

Not all my foes shall pluck me thence,
Nor move my soul away.

3 God my salvation shall complete;
From him my glory springs;

Rock of my strength! my soul shall wait
Its refuge in his wings.

4 Ye saints, whene'er with grief opprest,
Recline upon his power;
Disclose to him your anxious breast-
God is our refuge tower!

PSALM LXIII. 1-8.

10 God, my gracious God, to thee My morning prayer shall offer'd be,

(II. 1)

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 O, to my longing eyes once more
That view of glorious power restore,
Which thy majestic house displays;
Because to me thy wond'rous love
Than life itself does dearer prove,
My lips shall always speak thy praise.
3 My life, while I that life enjoy,
In blessing God I will employ;

With lifted hands adore his name:
My soul's content shall far exceed
Theirs who on rich abundance feed,
While I with joy his praise proclaim.
4 When down I lie, 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 LXV. 1—4.

(L. M.)

1 For thee, O God, at Zion's gate,
Our thankful off'rings ever wait;
Thither we haste on festal days
To pay our vows and tell thy praise.
O thou whose ear delighted bends,
Whene'er thy people's prayer ascends,
Thy name shall all mankind adore,
And altars raise from shore to shore.

3 Against our souls our sins prevail;
How deep their guilt! Their numbers fail!
But mercy, boundless as thy sway,
Mercy shall wash them all away.
4 Blest is the man who finds a place
Within the dwellings of thy grace;
With food divine he shall be fed,
And satisfied with living bread.

1 The rising morn, the closing day,
Repeat thy praise with grateful voice;
Each in their turns thy power display,
And laden with thy gifts rejoice.
2 Earth's wide extended varying scenes
All smiling round thy bounty show;
From seas or clouds, full magazines,
Thy rich diffusive blessings flow.

3 Now earth receives the precious seed,
Which thy unfailing hand prepares;
And nourishes the future bread,
And answers all the sower's cares.
4 The sweet refreshing showers attend,
And through the ridges gently flow;
Soft on the springing corn descend,
And thy kind blessing makes it row.
5 Thy goodness crowns the circling year;
Thy paths drop fatness all around:
E'en barren wilds thy praise declare,
And echoing hills return the sound.
6 Here spreading flocks adorn the plain
There plenty every charm displays;

Thy bounty clothes each lovely scene,
And joyful nature shouts thy praise.
PSALM LXVII. 1-5.

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 wondrous way

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

S Let diff'ring nations join

To celebrate thy fame;

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

4 O let them shout and sing
With joy and pious mirth;

(S. M.)

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, combine
To praise thy glorious name..

PSALM LXVIII.

(II. 2.)

Appointed for Whitsunday, as celebrating the ascension of Christ,

the descent of the Holy Ghost, the conversion of the Gentiles, &c. An abridged paraphrase.

1 Let God, th' immortal God, arise!
Scatter'd be all his enemies;

Let praise to heaven ascend:
Jehovah's name forever bless,
The Father of the fatherless;
The widow's God and friend.