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XLVII. PSALM XXIII. Long M. ADDISON.
1 HE Lord my pafture fhall prepare,
And feed me with a fhepherd's care:
His prefence shall my wants fupply,
And guard me with a watchful eye.

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My noon-day walks he fhall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the fultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant;

To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wandering fteps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow,
Amid the verdant landfkip flow.

Though, in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I ftray, Thy bounty fhall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness fhall smile.

And though the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, Which nature's deareft feelings move, And all the strength of virtue prove:

My steadfast heart fhall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still; Thy friendly crook fhall give me aid, And guide me thro' the dreadful fhade.

XLVIII. PSALM XXIII. Com. Met. STEELE.

I THE Lord, my fhepherd and my guide, Will all my wants fupply;

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In fafety I fhall ftill abide
Beneath his guardian eye.
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2 Amid the fresh and verdant meads My pasture he provides;

And pained with thirft, my fteps he leads
Where the cool rivulet glides.

3 If from his fold I thoughtless stray,
He leads the wanderer home ;
And fhews my erring feet the way,
Where dangers cannot come.
4 And, haftening to the filent tomb,
Though death's ftern face appear;
His prefence cheers the folemn gloom,
And chides weak nature's fear.

XLIX. PSALM XXIII. Long Met. UNKNOWN.

I S the good fhepherd gently leads

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His wandering flocks to verdant meads,

Where cooling ftreams, in fportive play, Thro' the rich landfcape wind their way. 2 So God, the guardian of my foul, Does all my erring fteps controul; When, loft in fin's perplexing maze, He leads me back to virtue's ways.

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Though I fhould journey thro' the plains
Where death in all its horror reigns,
My steadfast heart no ill fhall fear,
For thou, my God, art with me there.

Thy kind paternal providence

Is my fupply, and my defence;
With thee I am of all poffeft,
To be with thee is to be bleft.

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And thus fhall every future day
Thy goodness more and more difplay;
And when to future worlds I go,
The blifs of angels I fhall know.

L. PSALM XXIII. Short Met. DODDRidge.

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Support in Death.

EHOLD the gloomy vale,

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Which thou, my foul, must tread,

Beset with terrors, fierce and pale,

That leads thee to the dead.

Ye pleasing scenes, adieu !

Which I fo long have known:

My friends, a long farewel to you!
For I must pass alone.

And thou, beloved clay,

Long partner of my cares,

Thou canst not tread this rugged way,

Thy frame it rudely tears.

But fee a ray of light,

With splendour all divine,

Break thro' these direful realms of night,
And make its horrors fhine.

Where death and darkness reign,

My God awakens day;

His rod my trembling feet fuftains,

His itaff defends my way.

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Bleft Shepherd, lead me on;

My foul difdains to fear;

Death's gloomy phantoms all are flown,

Now life's great Lord is near.

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LI. PSALM XXIV. Long Met. WATTS. The Pure in Heart fhall fee GOD.

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HE earth is thine, Almighty Lord, It fprang from thy creating word; Its beauteous furniture is thine,

In all we own the hand divine.

Raised on the floods at thy command
Firm does the wondrous fabric ftand;
And stored with good of various kind
To man the dwelling thou affigned.

But there's a brighter world on high,
Thy palace, Lord, above the sky;
Who fhall afcend that bleft abode,
And dwell fo near his Maker God?

He that abhors the thought of fin, Whose heart is pure, whofe hands are clean; In whom to form the foul divine,

Fair piety and virtue join.

This is the man of heavenly kind, By God for heavenly blifs defigned: He shall enjoy thy blissful fight, And dwell in everlasting light.

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PSALM XXIV. Short Met.

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Heaven referved for the Pure and Good.
HE earth proclaims its Lord,
How beauteous is its plan!
With every rich provision stored,
The fair abode of man.

But earth, with all its store,
However fair and good,

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Is but a dwelling mean and poor,
Compared with God's abode.
And may our hopes afpire

To vifit this abode ?

And what must be the foul's attire
To fit it for its God?

With truth it must be graced,
With love it must be warmed,
With holiness fublimely raised,
With fortitude be armed.

Then may our hopes afpire

To vifit this abode ;

And this must be the foul's attire

To fit it for its God.

LIII. PSALM XXV. Short Met. PATRICK.

A Pfalm of Penitence and virtuous Defires.

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ET no event caft down

Those who from evil flee,

Nor disappointment shame the hope

Which waits, O Lord, on thee.
Within this foul of mine

Thy better light renew;

And aid me always to perform

What thou art pleased to view.

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Against my errors past;

And as my errors I renounce,
May I thy mercy taste.

From the straight paths of truth
Again I would not stray;

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