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1 M spirit looks to God alone ; MY
Thus we'll devote our future days,
PSALM 62. L. M.
My rock and refuge is his throne ; In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on his salvation waits. 2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before his face :
God is our all-sufficient aid.
The baser sort are vanity;
Light as a puff of empty air. 4 Make not increasing gold your trust,
Nor set your hearts on glitt’ring dust; Why will ye grasp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God has spoke? 5 Once hath his awful voice declar'd,
Once and again my ears have heard, “ All pow'r is his eternal due ;
• He must be fear'd and trusted too." 6 For sov’reign pow'r reigns not alone, Grace is a partner of the throne : Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord, Shall well divide our last reward. PSALM 63. First Part. C. M.
The morning of a Lori's day.
I haste to seek thy face ;
Without thy cheering grace.
2 I've seen thy glory and thy pow'r,
Thro' all thy temples shine :
That vision so divine.
Can my best passions move;
As thy forgiving love.
I'll bless my God and king;
The love of God better than life.
claim, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories, that compose thy name,
Stand all engag'd to make me blest. 2 Thou Great and Good, thou Just and Wise,
Thou art my Father and my God;
Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood. 3 With early feet I love t appear
Among thy saints, and seek thy face
And felt the pow'r of sov'reign grace. 4 Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste,
Nor all the joys our senses know,
Or raise my cheerful passions so. 5 My life itself, without thy love,
No taste of pleasure could afford ;
6 Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When busy cares afflict my head;
While I have breath to pray, or praise ;
Y God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine ; And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine. 2 My thirsty fainting soul
Thy mercy does implore ; Not travellers in desert lands
Can pant for water more. 3 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place ; Thy pow'r and glory to behold,
And feel thy quick’ning grace. 4 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies;
My cheerful hope relies.
My soul in safety keeps ;
PSALM 64. L. M.
When foes in secret spread the snare,
Let my salvation be thy care.
From vile temptations and from sin ;
And heav'nly grace expand my heart, -3 Thy justice and thy pow'r display,
And scatter far thy foes away ;
And saints, triumphant, bless the Lord. 4 Then shall thy Church exalt her voice,
And all that love thy name rejoice :
A prayer hearing God. .) PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord; for thee ;
, ; There shall our vows be paid : Thou hast an ear when sinners pray ;
All flesh shall seek thine aid. 2 Lord, our iniquities prevail,
But pard'ning grace is thine ;
To'conquer ev'ry sin. 3 Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose
To bring them near thy face ;
To feast upon thy grace.
Thy truth and terror shine ;
Fulfil thy kind design.
The Lord is good and just ;
And distant islands fly to thee,
And make thy name their trust.
When signs in heav'n appear ;
The providence of God in air, earth, and sea.
God of eternal pow'r ;
And tempests cease to roar.
Successive comforts bring ;
Thy flow'rs adorn the spring.
Heay’n, earth, and air are thine ;
The author is divine.
Borne by the winds around,
The furrows of the ground.
And ranks of corn appear;
The providence of God in the seasons.
OW pleasing is thy voice,
O Lord, our heav'nly King,