PSALM XIX.

From the 86th of David.

1 THOU, Lord, art good, not only good,
But prompt to pardon too;
Of plenteous mercy to all those,
Who for thy mercy sue.

2 To my repeated humble pray'r,
O Lord, attentive be!

When troubled, I on thee will call,
For thou wilt answer me.

3 Among the Gods there's none like thee, O Lord, alone divine!

To thee as much inferior they,
As are their works to thine.

4 Therefore their great Creator, thee,
The nations shall adore;

Their long misguided pray'rs and praise
To thy blest name restore.

5 All shall confess thee great, and great
The wonders thou hast done;
Confess thee God, the God supreme,
Confess thee God alone.

PSALM XX.

From the 90th of David.

10 To thy servants, Lord, return,
And speedily relent!

As we of our misdeeds, do thou
Of our just doom repent.

2 To satisfy and cheer our souls,
Thy early mercy send;

That we may all our days to come
In joy and comfort spend.

3 Let happy times, with large amends,
Dry up our former tears;
Or equal at the least the term
Of our afflicted years.

4 To all thy servants, Lord, let this
Thy wondrous work be known,
And to our offspring yet unborn,
Thy glorious pow'r be shown.

5 Let thy bright rays upon us shine,
Give thou our work success;

The glorious work we have in hand
Do thou vouchsafe to bless.

PSALM XXI.

From the 141st of David.

1 TO thee, O Lord, my cries ascend,
O haste to my relief;
And with accustom'd pity hear
The accents of my grief.

2 Instead of off'rings, let

my pray'r

Like morning incense rise;

My lifted hands supply the place
Of ev'ning sacrifice.

3 From hasty language curb my tongue,

And let a constant guard

Still keep the portal of

my lips

With wary silence barr'd.

4 From wicked men's designs and deeds

My heart and hands restrain; Nor let me in the booty share Of their unrighteous gain.

5 Let upright men reprove my faults, And I shall think them kind;

Like balm that heals a wounded head, I their reproof shall find.

And in return, my fervent pray"r
I shall for them address,
When they are tempted and reduc❜d,
Like me to sore distress.

PSALM XXII.

From the 63d of David.

10 God, my gracious God, to thee My morning pray'rs shall offer'd be;

For thee my thirsty soul does pant; My fainting flesh implores thy grace, Within this dry and barren place,

Where I refreshing waters want. 2 My life, while I that life enjoy, In blessing God I will employ,

With lifted hands adore his name: My soul's content shall be as great, As theirs who choicest dainties eat,

While I with joy his praise proclaim. 3 When I lie down, sweet sleep to find, Thou, Lord, art present to my mind, And when I wake in dead of night: Because thou still dost succour bring, Beneath the shadow of thy wing, I rest with safety and delight.

PSALM XXIII.

From the 67th of David.

1 TO bless thy chosen race,

In mercy, Lord, incline;

And cause the brightness of thy face
On all thy saiuts to shine:

2 That so thy wond'rous way

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

S 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,
Dissolv'd in pious mirth;

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

5 Let diff'ring nations join

To celebrate thy fame;

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

PSALMS OF THANKSGIVING.

PSALM XXIV.

From the 22d of David.

1 TO all my brethren I'll declare
The triumphs of God's name;
In presence of assembled saints,
His glory I'll proclaim.

2 'Tis his supreme prerogative
O'er subject kings to reign;
'Tis just that he should rule the world,
Who does the worlds sustain.

3 The rich, who are with plenty fed,
His bounty must confess :

The sons of want, by him reliev❜d,
Their gen'rous patron bless.

With humble worship, to his throne

They all for aid resort;

That pow'r which first their beings gave,

Can only them support.

PSALM XXV.

From the 23d of David.

1 THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord,
Vouchsafes to be my guide;

The shepherd by whose constant care
My wants are all supply'd.

2 In tender grass he makes me feed,
And gently there repose;

Then leads me to cool shades, and where
Refreshing water flows.

3 He does my wand'ring soul reclaim :
And, to his endless praise,
Instructs with humble zeal to walk
In his most righteous ways.

I pass the gloomy vale of death
From fear and danger free;
For there his adding rod and staff
Defend and comfort me.

PSALM XXVI.

From the 108th of David.

1 O GOD, my heart is fully bent, To magnify thy name;

My tongue, with cheerful songs of praise,
Shall celebrate thy fame.

2 To all the list'ning tribes, O Lord,
Thy wond'rous works I'll tell;
And to those nations sing thy praise,
That round about us dwell:

3 Because thy mercy's boundless height
The highest heav'n transcends;
And far beyond th' aspiring clouds
Thy faithful truth extends.