PSALM XXXII.—(Wareham.) ·
OW blest the man, whose conscious grief
From Thee, O God, has found relief!
Whose guilt Thy boundless love has veil'd,
His fears compos'd, his weakness heal'd. ̧
2 My humble soul its crimes shall own;
Behold me bow before Thy throne;
To Thee my inmost guilt disclose,
And in Thy bosom pour my woes.
3 But lo! while yet my hands I rear,
The voice of mercy to my ear
Descends, and whispering peace within,
Confirms the pardon of my sins.
4 For this shall all, who Thee adore,
Ere yet the Day of Grace be o'er,
To Thee with stedfast hope repair,
To Thee prefer th' unwearied pray'r.
PSALM XXXIII:—(Brodsworth.)
E righteous in the Lord rejoice;
To Him your voices raise :
It well becomes the righteous soul
To sing glad songs of praise.
2 By His Almighty word on high
The heav'nly arch was rear'd,
And all the beauteous hosts of light
At His command appear'd.
3 Lo! God, on those, that hope in Him
Looks down with gracious eyes;
His mercy frees their souls from death,
And all their wants supplies,
4 Our souls on God with patience wait;
Our help and shield is He:
Thrice, holy Lord! our hearts rejoice,
Because we trust in Thee,
5 The riches of Thy mercy, Lord,
Do Thou to us extend:
Since we, for all we want, or wish,
On Thee alone depend.
PSALM XXXIV.-(Stroudwater.)
HROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
2 Of His deliv'rance I will boast,
Till all that are distrest
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.
3 O magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt His Name:
When in distress to him I call'd,
He to my rescue came.
4 The Hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just:
Deliv'rance he affords to all
Who on his succour trust.
5 O make but trial of His love, Experience will decide
How bless'd they are, and only they,
Who in His truth confide.
PSALM XXXVI.—(Islington.)
Lord, Thy mercy, our sure hope,
Above the heav'nly orb ascends;
Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd scope,
Beyond the sky, that wide expanded arch, extends.
2 Thy justice, like the hills, remains,
Unfathom'd depths Thy judgments are;
Thy providence the world sustains,
All nature shews the whole creation is Thy care.
Since of Thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just
Thy shelt'ring wing their refuge make,
And saints on earth on Thy protection firmly trust.
Such guests shall to Thy courts be led, To banquet on Thy love's repast; And drink, as from a fountain's head, Celestial joys, that to eternity shall last.
PSALM XXXIX.-(Wareham.)
LMIGHTY Maker of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days;
Teach me to know how frail I am,
To spend the remnant to Thy praise.
My days are shorter than a span,
A little point my life appears;
How frail at best is dying man !
How vain are all his hopes and fears!
2 Vain his ambition, noise, and show;
Vain are the cares which rack his mind;
He heaps up treasures mix'd with woe:
He dies, and leaves them all behind.
O, be a nobler portion mine-
My God, I bow before Thy Throne,
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,
And fix my hopes on Thee alone.
PART II.-(Wareham.)
1 SAVE me, by Thy Almighty Arm, From all my sins, forgive my faults; Then guilt nor folly shall alarm
My soul, nor vex my peaceful thoughts. Beneath the chast'ning of Thy hand
Let not my heart or tongue repine ;
But silent and submissive bend,
And bear the stroke-because 'tis Thine.
2 Saviour, all-gracious, hear my cry,
Pity my tears, and heal my woe;
As were my fathers, so am I,
A wretched stranger here below:
O spare me, and my strength restore,
Ere my few hasty minutes flee ;
And when my days on earth are o'er,
Let me for ever dwell with Thee.
PSALM XLI.-(Soulbury.)
HE man is bless'd, whose tender care
Relieves the poor distress'd;
When troubles compass him around,
The Lord will give him rest.
2 The Lord his life, with blessings crown'd,
In safety will prolong;
And disappoint the will of those
Who seek to do him wrong.
8 If he, in weak and languid state,
Oppress'd with sickness lie;
The Lord will easy make his bed,
And inward strength supply.
4 Let, therefore, Isreal's Lord and God,
From age to age be bless'd;
And let the people's glad applause
Be fervently express'd.
PSALM LI.-(Eagle Street.)
AVE mercy, Lord on me,
As Thou wert ever kind;
Let me, oppress'd with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.
Wash off my foul offence,
And cleanse me from my sin;
For I confess my crimes, and see
How great my guilt has been.
Withdraw not Thou Thy help,
Nor cast me from Thy sight,
Nor let Thy Holy Spirit take
Its everlasting flight.
Could flocks and herds atone,
Whole flocks and herds should die;
But only Christ, the Lamb of God,
Can claim Thy gracious eye.
Through Him the humble soul
Is God's true sacrifice;
The troubled, broken, contrite heart
Thou wilt not, Lord, despise.
PSALM LVII.-(Portuguese Hymn.)
God, our hearts are firmly bent
Their thankful tribute to present:
Our voices with our hearts we'll raise
To Thee, O God, in songs of praise.
2 Awake each tongue, God's glory sing,
Awake to praise your Heav'nly King:
Our tongues, the glory of our frame,
Should all unite to praise his name.
3 Thy praises, Lord, we will resound,
To all the list'ning nations round:
Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends,
Thy truth beyond the sky extends.
4 Be Thou, O God, exalted high ;
And, as Thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display'd,
Till Thou art ev'ry where obey'd.
PSALM LXI.-(Eagle Street.)
THEN overwhelm'd with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless and far from all relief,
To heav'n I lift mine eyes.
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