To walk in paths of righteousness, 3 Yea, though I walk in vale of death, Thy rod and staff do comfort me, 4 Thro' all my life thy favour is 1 THIS PSALM 24. HIS spacious earth is all the Lord's, The world, and they that dwell therein, 2 But for himself this Lord of all O! who shall to that sacred hill 3 The man whose hands and heart are pure, Whose thoughts from pride are free; Who honest poverty prefers To gainful perjury. 4 This, this is he, on whom the Lord 5 Such is the race of saints, by whom PART 2. 1 ERECT your heads, eternal gates, Unfold to entertain The King of Glory; see, he comes 2 Who is the King of Glory? who? 3 Erect your heads, ye gates, unfold In state to entertain The King of Glory; see, he comes 4 Who is this King of Glory? who? f glory he alone is King, Who is with glory crown'd. PSALM 25. 1 THY mercies and thy love, And graciously continue still, 2 Let all my youthful crimes And, for thy wond'rous goodness sake, 3 His mercy and his truth 4 He those in justice guides And in his sacred paths shall lead 5 Thro' all the ways of God 1 PART 2. WHOE'ER with humble fear To God his duty pays, Shall find the Lord a faithful guide 2 His quiet soul with peace And by his numerous race the land 3 For God to all his saints His secret will imparts, And does his gracious cov'nant write 4 Let all my righteous acts 5 To Israel's chosen race Continue ever kind; And in the midst of all their wants 1 CONTINUE, Lord, to hear my voice, Whene'er to thee I cry; In mercy all my prayers receive, 2 When us to seek thy glorious face "Thy glorious face I'll always seek," My grateful heart replies. 3 Then hide not thou thy face, O Lord, My God and Saviour, leave not him 4 God's time with patient faith expect, With inward strength; do thou thy part, PSALM 28. OLD VERSION 1 To render thanks unto the Lord, How great a cause have I, My voice, my pray'r, and my complaint, 2 He is my shield and fortitude, 3 He is our strength and our defence, The health and the salvation of 4 Thy people and thy heritage, 1 I'LL PSALM 30. "'LL celebrate thy praises, Lord, To raise my drooping head, and check 2 Thus to his courts, ye saints of his, With me commemorate his truth, 3 His wrath has but a moment's reign, Your night of grief is recompens'd |