Thou art Saviour and my
my
God:
My trust is in thy mighty pow'r:
Thou art my shield from foes abroad,
At home, my safeguard and my tow'r.
Who then deserves to be ador'd
But God, on Whom our hopes depend?
Or who, except the mighty Lord,
Can with resistless pow'r defend?
Let the Eternal Lord be prais'd,
The Rock, on whose defence we rest:
O'er highest heav'n his Name be rais'd,
Who us with his salvation bless'd.
PSALM XIX.-Version 1. (s. M.)
BEHOLD! the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;
His beams o'er earth's wide surface run,
And gladdens into day.
But, Lord, thy Word supplies
A brighter, holier light;
It trains the simple to be wise,
And gives the blind their sight.
Teach us to feel its worth,
And kindle, as it shadows forth,
The glory yet to be.
Teach us, with stedfast heart,
That glory to pursue;
Till joyous from the tomb we start,
And find the vision true.
PSALM XIX.-Version 2. (P. M.)
LORD, the heavens declare thy glory,
Seen throughout their wondrous frame;
And the firmament the story
Of thy doings doth proclaim:
Day to day the wonder telleth,
Night to night doth utter speech:
Through all lands the anthem swelleth,
Earth's last bound the voices reach.
Lord, thy law, the soul converting,
Is a doctrine undefil'd;
Constant is thy truth, imparting
Wisdom to a simple child.
Joy is on the heart, obeying
Paths of peace, and pure commands;
Light unto the eyes conveying,
Lord, thy fear for ever stands.
Me to good thy warning stirreth,
Fearing Thee, reward I win:
Who can tell how oft he erreth?
Cleanse Thou me from secret sin.
Let my bosom's meditation,
Let my words, inspired by Thee,
Lord, my strength, and my salvation,
In thy sight accepted be.
PSALM XXIII.-Version 1. (c. M.)
My Shepherd is the living Lord,
I therefore nothing need;
In pastures fair, near pleasant streams,
He setteth me to feed,
He shall convert and glad my soul,
And bring my mind in frame
To walk in paths of righteousness,
For his most holy Name.
Yea, though I walk the vale of death,
Yet will I fear no ill;
Thy rod and staff they comfort me,
And Thou art with me still.
Through all my life, thy favour is
So freely shewn to me,
That in thy house, for evermore,
My dwelling-place shall be.
PSALM XXIII.—Version 2. (c. M.)
THE Lord Himself, the mighty Lord,
Vouchsafes to be my guide:
The Shepherd, by whose constant care
My wants are all supplied.
In tender grass He makes me feed,
And gently there repose;
Then leads me to cool shades, and where
Refreshing water flows.
I pass the gloomy vale of death,
From fear and danger free;
For there his aiding rod and staff
Defend and comfort me.
Since God doth thus his wondrous love
Through all my life extend;
That life to Him I will devote,
And in his temple spend.
PSALM XXIV.-(c. M.)
LIFT up your heads, eternal gates,
Unfold to entertain
The King of Glory! See! He comes
With his celestial train.
Who is the King of Glory? Who?
The Lord, for strength renown'd;
In battle mighty, o'er his foes
Eternal victor crown'd.
Lift up your heads, ye gates unfold,
In state to entertain
The King of Glory! See! He comes
With all his shining train.
Who is the King of Glory? Who?
The Lord of Hosts renown'd;
Of glory He alone is King,
Who is with glory crown'd.
PSALM XXV.-(s. M.)
THY mercies and thy love,
O Lord, recall to mind;
And graciously continue still,
As Thou wert ever, kind.
Let all my youthful crimes
Be blotted out by Thee;
And, for thy wondrous goodness' sake, think on me.
His mercy and his truth
The righteous Lord displays,
In bringing wand'ring sinners home,
And teaching them his ways.
He those in judgment guides,
Who his direction seek:
And in his sacred paths shall lead
The humble and the meek.
PSALM XXVII.—(c. M.)
THE Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation too;
God is my strength-nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.
One privilege my heart desires;
O grant me an abode
Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God.
There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy beauty still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there enquire thy will.
Then shall my soul be lifted high
Above my foes around;
And songs of joy and victory
Within thy temple sound.
PSALM XXIX.-(c. M.)
GIVE to the Lord, ye sons of men,
Give ye, with one accord,
All praise and honour, might and strength,
To Him, the living Lord.
Give glory to his holy Name,
And honour Him alone;
Give worship to his Majesty,
Within his holy throne.
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