PSALMS. PSALM CI. [C. M.] A psalm for a master of afamily. I OF justice and of grade I sing, And pay my God my vows Thy grace and justice, heav'nly King, Teach me to rule my house. 2 Now to my tent, O God, repair, And make thy servant wise; I'll suffer nothingnear me there That shall offend thine eyes. 3 The man that cloth his neighbour wrong, By falsehaod or by force, The scornful eye,thesland'roustongue, I'll thrust them from my doors. 4 I'll seek the faithful and the just, And will their help enjoy: These are the friends that I shall trust The servants I'll employ. 6 The wretch that deals in sly deceit, I'll not endure a night! The liar's tongue I ever hate, Andbanish frommy sight. 6 I'll purge my family around, And make the wicked flee ; So shall my house be ever found A dwelling ,fit for thee. PSALM CIf. 1- 13,.26, 21. PART I. A prayer of the afflicted. 1 HEARme, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die: Hast thou not built a throneof grace, To hear when sinners cry ? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air: My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair. 3 My spirits flag like with'ring grass, Burnt with excessive heat In secret groansmy minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building's top The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 6 My soul is like a wilderness, Where beasts of midnight howl ;. There the sad raven finds her place, And there the screaming owl. 6 Darkdismalthoughts, andbading fears, Dwell in my troubled breast; Whilesharp reproacheswoundnpyears, Nor givemy spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. it Sense can afford no real,l'oy To souls that feel thy frown ; Lord, 'twas thy hand advane'd me high ; Thy hand hath cast me down. CL CIL 96 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear ; And life's declining light Grows faint as e'ening shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou for ever art the same, O my eternal God ! Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th' appointed hour of grace, That long-expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And bymysterious ways Redeems the Irris'nérs doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. PSALM CII. ver. 13-21. PART II. Prayer heard, and Zion restored, I LET Zion and her sons rejoice; Behold the ppromis'd hour! Her God hath heard her mourning voice, - And comes t' exalt his pow'r. 2 Her dust and ruins that remain Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before his name, And, kings attend with fear. 4 He sits a sov'reign on his throne, With pity in his eyes; He hears the dying pris'ners groan, And sees their sighs arise. a Hefrees the souls condemn'd to death; And when his saints complain, It shan'tbe said, " That prayingbreath Was ever spent in vain." 6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on longrecord, That ages yet unborn may read, And trust andpraise the Lord. PSALM CII. 23 -28. PART III. Man's mortality, and Christ's eternity : or, sainte die, but Christ and the church live. 1 IT is the Lord our Saviour's hand Weakens our strength amidst the race; Disease and death, at his command Arrest us, and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon; Thy years are one eternal day, And must thy children die so soon? 3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief, Thisthoughtoursorrowshou ldassuage " Our Father and our Saviour live Christ is the same thro' ev'ry age." 4 'Twas hethis earth's foundation laid; Hear'n is the building of his hand;
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