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PSALM 1. C. M.

From the i. Psalm of David.

1 HOW blest is he, who ne'er consents
By ill advice to walk,
Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
Where men profanely talk;

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2 But makes the perfect law of GOD
His business and delight;
Devoutly reads therein by day,
And meditates by night.

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3 Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams,
With timely fruit does bend,

He still shall flourish, and success
All his designs attend.

4 Ungodly men, and their attempts,
No lasting root shall find;

Untimely blasted and dispersed
Like chaff before the wind.

5 Their guilt shall strike the wicked dumb
Before their Judge's face:

No formal hypocrite shall then
Among the saints have place.

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6 For God approves the just man's ways;
To happiness they tend :

But sinners, and the paths they tread,
Shall both in ruin end.

PSALM 2. C. M.

From the ii. Psalm of David.

1 THUS GOD declares his sovereign will:
"The King that I ordain,

Whose throne is fix'd on Sion's hill,
Shall there securely reign."

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2 Attend, O earth, whilst I declare
Gop's uncontroll'd decree :

"Thou art my Son; this day, my heir,
Have I begotten thee.

3 "Ask, and receive thy full demands;
Thine shall the Heathen be;
The utmost limit of the lands
Shall be possess'd by thee."

4 Learn then, ye princes; and give ear,
Ye judges of the earth;

Worship the LORD with holy fear;
Rejoice with awful mirth.

5 Appease the Son with due respect,
Your timely homage pay:
Lest he revenge the bold neglect,
Incensed by your delay.

6 If but in part his anger rise,

Who can endure the flame?

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Then blest are they, whose hope relies
On his most holy Name.

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1 THOU, gracious GoD, art my defence; On thee my hopes rely:

Thou art my glory,

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Lift up my head on high.

2 Since whensoe'er, in my distress,
To GOD I made my prayer,
He heard me from his holy hill;
Why should I now despair?

3 Guarded by him I lay me down
My sweet repose to take;
For I through him securely sleep,
Through him in safety wake.

4 Salvation to the LORD belongs;
He only can defend:

His blessings he extends to all
That on his power depend.

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PSALM 4. C. M.

From the iv. Psalm of David.

P CONSIDER that the righteous man
Is God's peculiar choice;

And when to him I make my prayer,
He always hears my voice.

2 Then stand in awe of his commands,
Flee every thing that 's ill,
Commune in private with your hearts,
And bend them to his will.

3 The sacrifice of righteousness
Present to GoD on high;

And let your hope, securely fix'd,
On him alone rely.

4 While worldly minds impatient grow
More prosperous times to see;
Still let the glories of thy face
Shine brightly, LORD, on me.

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5 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy, More lasting and more true

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Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine
Successively renew.

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And take my needful rest;

No other guard, O LORD, I crave,"
Of thy defence possess'd.

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1 REGARD my words, O gracious LORD, Accept my secret prayer;

To thee alone, my King, my God,

Will I for help repair.

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2 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear,

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And, with the dawning day,

To thee devoutly I 'll look up,

To thee devoutly pray.

3 LORD, I within thy house will come,
In thy abundant grace;

And I will worship in thy fear,
Tow'rd thy most holy place,

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4 Let those, O LORD, who trust in thee,

With shouts their joy proclaim :

Let them rejoice whom thou preserv❜st,
And all that love thy name.

5 To righteous men, the righteous LORD
His blessing will extend;

And with his favor all his saints,

As with a shield, defend.

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1 IN mercy, not in wrath,
Rebuke me, gracious God!
Lest, if thy whole displeasure rise,
I sink beneath thy rod.

2 Touch'd by thy quick'ning power,
My load of guilt I feel :

The wounds thy Spirit hath unclosed,
O let that Spirit heal.

3 In trouble and in gloom,
Must I for ever mourn?

And wilt thou not, at length, O GOD,
In pitying love return?

4 O come, ere life expire,

Send down thy power to save;
For who shall sing thy name in death,
Or praise thee in the grave?

5 Why should I doubt thy grace,
Or yield to dread despair?
Thou wilt fulfil thy promised word,
And grant me all my prayer.

1 O THOU, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!

2 In heaven thy wondrous acts are sung,
Nor fully reckon❜d there;

And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.