PSALM 57.

1 O GOD, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent, Its thankful tribute to present;

And with my heart my voice I'll raise To Thee, my God, in songs of praise. 2 Awake my glory; harp and lute,

No longer let your strings be mute; And I, my tuneful part to take,

Will with the early dawn awake. 3 Thy praises Lord I will resound To all the list'ning nations round; Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends, Thy truth beyond the clouds 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 here, as there, obey'd.
PSALM 63.

1 O GOD, my gracious God, to Thee
My morning pray'rs shall offer'd be;

For Thee my thirsty soul doth pant: My fainting flesh implores thy grace, Within this dry and barren place,

Where I refreshing waters want.
2 O to my longing eyes once more
That view of glorious pow'r restore,

Which thy majestic house displays!
Because to me Thy wond'rous love
Than life itself does dearer prove,

My lips shall always speak thy praise.

PSALM 65.

1 O THOU, who to my humble prayer
Didst always bend Thy list'ning ear
To Thee shall all mankind repair,
And at Thy gracious throne appear.

2 Our sins, though numberless, in vain To stop Thy flowing mercy try; Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain, And washest out the crimson dye.

3 Thy goodness does the circling year With fresh returns of plenty crown; And, where Thy glorious paths appear, Thy fruitful clouds drop fatness down.

4 Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn

The cheerful downs; the vallies bring
A plenteous crop of full-ear'd corn,
And seem for joy to shout and sing.
PSALM 67.

1 TO bless thy chosen race,
In mercy, Lord, incline;

And cause the brightness of thy face
On all Thy saints to shine.

That so Thy wond'rous ways

May through the world be known, Whilst distant lands their tribute pay, And Thy salvation own.

3 Let diff'ring nations join
To celebrate Thy fame;

Let all the world, O Lord, combine
To praise Thy glorious name.

4 O let them shout and sing
With joy and pious mirth,

For Thou, the righteous Judge and King,
Shalt govern all the earth.

PSALM 72.

1 FROM sea to sea, the King of Kings His empire shall extend;

Begin at proud Euphrates' stream,
At nature's limits end.

To Him shall ev'ry king on earth
His humble homage pay,
And diff'rent nations gladly join
To own his righteous sway.

2 The mem'ry of his glorious name
Through endless years shall run ;
His spotless fame shall shine as bright
And lasting as the sun.

In Him the nations of the world

Shall be completely bless'd,

And His unbounded happiness
By ev'ry tongue confess'd.

3 Then bless'd be God, the mighty Lord,
The God whom Israel fears;
Who only wondrous in His works
Beyond compare appears.

Let earth be with his glory fill'd;
For ever bless His name;

Whilst to His praise the list'ning world
Their glad assent proclaim.

PSALM 73.

1 WHAT thing is there that I can wish,
But Thee in heaven above?
And in the earth there nothing is
Like Thee that I can love.

2 My flesh and spirit both do fail,
But God will me restore;

For of my heart He is the strength
And portion evermore.

3 But lo, all such as Thee forsake,
Thou shalt destroy each one;
And those that trust in anything,
Saving in Thee alone.

4 Therefore will I draw near to God,
And ever with him dwell;

In God alone I put my trust,
His wonders I will tell.

PSALM 80.

1 O ISRAEL'S Shepherd, Joseph's Guide, Our pray'rs to thee vouchsafe to hear? Thou that dost on the cherubs ride, Again in solemn state appear.

2 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou The lustre of thy face display; And all the ills we suffer now,

Like scatter'd clouds shall pass away.

3 O Thou, whom heav'nly hosts obey,

How long shall Thy fierce anger burn? How long Thy suffering people pray,

And to their pray'rs have no return;

4 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
The lustre of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,

Like scatter'd clouds shall pass away.
PSALM 84.

1 O GOD of hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place,

Where Thou, enthron'd in glory, shew'st
The brightness of thy face!

2 Thrice happy they, whose choice has Thee Their sure protection made;

Who long to tread the sacred ways
That to thy dwelling lead!