And in his sacred paths will lead
The humble and the meek.
For thy own goodness' sake,
Save thou my soul from shame;
And pardon all my sins, tho' great,
Thro' my Redeemer's name.
TATE and WATTS united and varied.
1 JUDGE me, O God, and prove my ways,
And try my reins, and try my heart;
My faith upon thy promise stays,
Nor from thy word my feet depart.
2 I hate to walk, I hate to sit
With men of vanity and lies;
The scoffer and the hypocrite
my esteem shall never rise.
In
3 In innocence I'll wash my hands,
From pride and guilt and folly clear;
Then at thy sacred altar stand,
And hope to find acceptance there.
4 I love thy habitation, Lord,
The temple where thy honours dwell; There shall I hear thy holy word, And there thy works of wonder tell, 5 Let not my soul be join'd at last With men of treachery and blood; Since I my days on earth have past Among the saints, and near my God. WATTS varied,
PSALM XXVII. Common Metre.
The Church is our Safety and Delight.
1 THE Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation too;
God is my strength, nor will I fear
What mortal flesh can do.
2 One privilege my heart desires,
O grant me an abode
Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God.
3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy glory still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And learn thy holy will.
4 When troubles rise and storms appear,
There may his children hide;
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.
5 Should friends and kindred, near and dear, Leave me to want or die;
My God would make my life his care,
And all my need supply.
6 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And elevate your hope.
PSALM XXVII. Long Metre. b
The Safety of trusting in God.
1 THE Lord, my Saviour, is my light,
What terrors can my soul affright?
Whilst God, my strength, my life is near,
What mortal shall alarm my fear?
2 When numerous hosts besiege me round, My courage shall maintain its ground; Tho' war should rise in dread array, God is my strength, my hope, my stay. 3 This only bliss my heart desires, To this my ardent wish aspires,
In God's own house to spend my days, To hear his word and speak his praise; 4 When troubles rise, my guardian God Will hide me safe in his abode ;
Firm as a rock my hope shall stand,
Sustain'd by his almighty hand.
5 Should every earthly friend depart,
Should love forsake a parent's heart;
The God on whom my hopes depend,
Will be my father and my friend.
6 Ye humble souls, in every strait
On God with faith and patience wait;
His hand shall life and strength afford;
Wait, therefore, ever on the Lord.
PSALM XXVIII. Common Metre.
The humble Suppliant trusting in God.
1 O LORD, my rock, to thee I cry,
In sighs consume my breath;
Hear me, O Lord, or I shall be
Like those who sleep in death.
2 Regard my supplication, Lord,
The cries that I repeat,
With weeping eyes and lifted hands,
Before thy mercy seat.
3 If wicked men thy works despise,
Nor will thy grace adore,
Thy justice shall avenge the cause,
And build them up no more.
4 But I, with gratitude inspir'd,
Thy praises will resound;
From whom, the cries of my distress
A gracious answer found.
5 As thou hast fill'd my heart with joy,
'Tis just that I should raise
The cheerful tribute of my thanks,
And celebrate thy praise.
6 Preserve thy people, Lord, and deign
Thy heritage to bless;
Crown them with plenty and with peace,
With honour and success.
PSALM XXIX. Long Metre.
The Majesty of God in Thunder.
1 GIVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and power;
Ascribe due honours to his name,
And his eternal might adore.
2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud
O'er the vast ocean, and the land;
His voice dissolves the watery cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.
3 When he from heaven in thunder speaks,
With majesty and terror crown'd;
His voice the stately cedar breaks,
And throws its scatter'd limbs around.
4 His voice divides the flames of fire,
And forked streaks of lightning sends;
The mountain trembles at his ire,
The lofty forest lowly bends,
5 His lightning rends the firmest rock,
And pierces deep the solid ground;
The hinds affrighted feel the shock,
And shudder at the awful sound.
6 The Lord sits sovereign on the flood,
The Thunderer reigns for ever king;
But makes his church his blest abode,
Where we his praise securely sing.
7 In gentler language, here the Lord
The counsels of his grace imparts;
Amidst the raging storm, his word
Speaks peace and comfort to our hearts.
WATTS and TATE united and varied.
PSALM XXX. Common Metre,
1 BENEATH my God's protecting arm,
How did my soul rejoice!
And fondly hop'd no future harm
Would interrupt my joys.
2 Lord, 'twas thy favour fix'd my rest;
Thy shining face withdrew,
Then troubles fill'd my anxious breast,
And pain'd my soul anew.
3 Again to thee, O gracious God,
I rais'd my mournful eyes;
To thee I spread my woes abroad,
With supplicating cries.
4 What glory can my death afford,
In the dark grave confin'd?
Shall senseless dust adore the Lord,
Or call thy truth to mind?
5 Hear, O my God, in mercy hear,
Attend my plaintive cry;
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