41 pass the gloomy vale of death, 5 In presence of my spiteful foes Fie crowns my cup with cheerful wine, 6 Since God does thus his wondrous love PSALM XXIV. THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's, 3 But for himself this Lord of all O! who shall to that sacred hill 4 The man whose hands and heart are pure, Whose thoughts from pride are free; Who honest poverty prefers To gainful perjury. 5 This, this is he, on whom the Lord 6 Such is the race of saints, by whom 7 Erect your heads, eternal gates, The King of glory; see, he comes s Who is this King of glory? who? 9 Erect your heads, ye gates, unfold The King of glory; see, he comes 10 Who is this King of glory? who? PSALM XXV. 1 TO God, in whom I trust, 3 Those who on thee rely, Let no disgrace attend; 4, 5 To me thy truth impart, For thou art he that brings me help, 6 Thy mercies and thy love, O Lord, recall to mind; 7 Let all my youthful crimes And, for thy wondrous goodness' sake, 8 His mercy and his truth The righteous Lord displays, In bringing wand'ring sinners home, 9 He those in justice guides Who his direction seek; And in his sacred paths shall lead 10 Through all the ways of God The Second Part. 11 Since mercy is the grace That most exalts thy fame, 12 Whoe'er with humble fear To God his duty pays, Shall find the Lord a faithful guide 13 His quiet soul with peace Shall be for ever blest, And by his num'rous race the land 14 For God to all his saints His secret will imparts; And does his gracious cov'nant write 15 To him I lift my eyes, And wait his timely aid, Who breaks the strong and treach'rous snare, 16 O turn, and all my griefs, In mercy, Lord, redress; For I am compass'd round with woes, 17 The sorrows of my heart To mighty sums increase; 18 Do thou with tender eyes Acquit me, Lord, and from my guilt 19 Consider, Lord, my foes, How vast their numbers grow; What lawless force and rage they use, What boundless hate they show! 20 Protect and set my soul From their fierce malice free; 21 Let all my righteous acts Because my firm and constant hope 22 To Israel's chosen race Continue ever kind; And in the midst of all their wants PSALM XXVI. 1 JUDGE me, O Lord, for I the paths I cannot fail, who all my trust 2, 3 Search, prove my heart, whose innocence For I have kept thy grace in view, 4 I never for companions took No hypocrite, with all his arts, Could e'er my friendship gain. 5 I hate the busy plotting crew, I'll wash my hands in innocence, 7,8 My thanks I'll publish there, and tell That seat affords me most delight, 9 Pass not on me the sinners' doom, 10 Who others' rights, by secret bribes, 11 But I will walk in paths of truth, 12 In spite of all assaulting foes And shall survive amongst thy saints, PSALM XXVII. WHOM should I fear, since God to me 2 With fierce intent my flesh to tear, They stumbled, and their lofty crests 3 Through him my heart, undaunted, dares With num'rous hosts to cope; Through him in doubtful straits of war, 4 Henceforth within his house to dwell His wondrous beauty there to view, 5 For there may I with comfort rest, And safe as on a rock abide, 6 Whilst God o'er all my haughty foes And I my joyful off'ring bring, The Second Part. 7 Continue, Lord, to hear my voice, In mercy all my pray'rs receive, 8 When us to seek thy glorious face "Thy glorious face I'll always seek," 9 Then hide not thou thy face, O Lord, My God and Savionr, leave not him 10 Though all my friends and nearest kin 11 Instruct me in thy paths, O Lord, Lest envious men, who watch my steps, Whose lying lips and bloody hands 13 I trusted that my future life Should with thy love be crown'd, With inward strength; do thou thy part, PSALM XXVIII. O Lord, my rock, to thee I cry, Like those that sleep in death. 2 Regard my supplication, Lord, The cries that I repeat, With weeping eyes and lifted hands 3 Let me escape the sinners' doom, And ever speak the person fair, |