From the cxxx. Psalm of David. 1 FROM lowest depths of wo TO GOD I sent my cry; 2 Shouldst thou severely judge, But thou forgiv'st, lest we despond, 3 My soul with patience waits 4 My longing eyes look out For thy enliv'ning ray, More duly than the morning watch To spy the dawning day. 5 Let Israel trust in GoD, No bounds his mercy knows; The plenteous source and spring from whence 6 Whose friendly streams to us Supplies in want convey; A healing spring, a spring to cleanse From the cxxxii. Psalm of David. 1 O, WITH due rev'rence, let us all And, prostrate at his footstool fall'n, 2 Arise, O LORD, and now possess 3 Clothe thou thy priests with righteousness, 4 Fair Sion does, in God's esteem,. 5 Her store th' Almighty will increase, Her saints shall shout for joy, her priests His saving health confess. From the cxxxv. Psalm of David. 1 O PRAISE the LORD with one consent, Let all the servants of the LORD 2 Praise him all ye that in his house 3 For GoD his own peculiar choice 4 That GOD is great, we often have 5 For he, with unresisted strength, In heaven and earth, and wat❜ry stores 6 Their just returns of thanks to God Nor let anointed Aaron's race 7 Their sense of his unbounded love And let all those who fear the LORD, 8 Let all with thanks his wondrous works In Sion's courts proclaim; Let them in Salem, where he dwells, From the cxxxvi. Psalm of David. 1 TO GOD, the mighty LORD, 2 To him, whose wondrous power 3 By his almighty hand Amazing works are wrought; 4 He spread the ocean round 5 By him the heavens display The moon and stars, by night: 6 He, in our depth of woes, In peace and safety brought: 7 He does the food supply On which all creatures live: For God will prove Shall never end. From the cxxxvii. Psalm of David, 1 WHEN we, our weary limbs to rest, Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream, We wept, with doleful thoughts oppress'd, And Sion was our mournful theme. 2 Our harps, that, when with joy we sung, Were wont their tuneful parts to bear, With silent strings neglected hung On willow trees that wither'd there. 3 0 Salem, our once happy seat, 4 If I to mention thee forbear, Perpetual silence be my doom; Or if my chiefest joy compare With thee, Jerusalem, my home! From the cxxxviii. Psalm of David. 1 WITH my whole heart, my God and King, 2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat, 3 Thou graciously inclin'dst thine ear, And, when my soul was press'd with fear, 4 For GOD, although enthroned on high, The proud, far off, his scornful eye 5 Though I with troubles am oppress'd, Relieve my soul when most distress'd, 6 The LORD, whose mercies ever last, 1 THOU, LORD, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down; My secret thoughts are known to thee, 2 Thine eye my bed and path surveys, |