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How blest are they who ne'er consent

By ill advice to walk;
Nor stand in sinners' ways, nor sit

Where men profanely talk:

But make the perfect law of God

Their business and delight; Devoutly read therein by day,

And meditate by night.

Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams,

With timely fruit does bend; They still shall flourish, and success

All their designs attend.


My God how many are my fears,

My foes do much increase; Conspiring my eternal death,

They break my present peace.

But thou my glory, and my strength,

Shalt on the tempter tread;
Shalt silence all my threat'ning guilt,

And raise my drooping head.

Salvation to the Lord belongs,

His arm alone can save; Blessings attend his people here,

And reach beyond the grave.

Why troubled, why cast down, my soul ?

Trust God, and he'll employ His aid for thee, and change thy sighs

To thankful hymns of joy.


LORD, hear the voice of my complaint,

Accept my fervent prayer;
To thee alone my King, my God,

Will I for help repair.

Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear;

And, with the dawning day, To thee devoutly I'll look up,

To thee devoutly pray.

And when thy boundless grace shall me

To thy lov'd courts restore ; On thee I'll fix my longing eyes,

And humbly there adore.

There let all those, who trust in thee,

With shouts their joy proclaim ; Let them rejoice whom thou preservist,

And all that love thy name.

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