And let his son, throughout his reign,
Thy righteous laws respect.

2 So shall he still thy people judge
With pure and upright mind;
-Whilst all the helpless poor shall him
Their just protector find.

3 In his blest days the just and good
Shall be with favour crown'd;
The happy land shall every where
With endless peace abound.

4 Let earth be with his glory fill'd ; And ever bless his Name;

Whilst to his praise the list'ning world
Their glad assent proclaim.

PSALM 73.

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1 YET still God's presence me supply'd, And his right hand assistance gave:

Thou Lord shalt with thy counsel guide,
And then to glory me receive. ad o

2 Whom then in heav'n, but thee alone,
Have I, whose favour I require ?
Throughout the spacious earth there's none
That I besides thee can desire.

3 For they that far from thee remove, Shall into sudden ruin fall;

If after other gods they rove,

Thy vengeance shall destroy them all.

4 But as for me, 'tis good and just That I should still to God repair; In him I always put my trust,

And will his wondrous works declare

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PSALM 77. OLD VERSION.

Will regard and think upon

The working of the Lord,

And all his wonders past and gone 1, dob

I gladly will record.

2 Yea, all his works I will declare,

And what he did devise;

To tell his facts I will not spare,

And all his counsel wise.

3 Thy works, O Lord, are all upright,¦ ¦ And holy all abroad;

What one hath strength to match the might
Of thee, the Lord our God?

4 Thou art a God that dost forth show
Thy wonders ev'ry hour;
And so dost make thy people know
Thy virtue and thy power.

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PSALM 81.

TO God, our never-failing strength,
With loud applauses sing;

And jointly make a cheerful noise
To Jacob's awful King.

2 Compose a hymn of praise, and touch
Your instruments of joy,

Let psalteries and pleasant harps
Your grateful skill employ.

3 Let trumpets at the great new moon
Their joyful voices raise,
To celebrate th' appointed time,
The solemn day of praise.

4 For this a statute was of old,
Which Jacob's God decreed,
To be with pious care observ'd
By Israel's chosen seed.

PSALM 84.

10 GOD of Hosts, the mighty Lord,

How lovely is the place,

Where thou, enthron'd in glory, shews't
The brightness of thy face!

2 My longing soul faints with desire
To view thy blest abode;

My panting heart and flesh cry out
For thee, the living God.

3 O Lord of hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they,

Who in thy temple always dwell,

And there thy praise display!

4 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee Their sure protection made;

Who long to tread the sacred ways
That to thy dwelling lead!

PART 2.

1 Lord, the mighty God of hosts, My just request regard;

Thou God of Jacob, let my pray'r
Be still with favour heard.

2 For in thy courts one single day
"Tis better to attend,

Than, Lord, in any place besides
A thousand days to spend.

3 For God, who is our sun and shield,
Will grace and glory give;
And no good thing will he withhold
From them that justly live.

4 Thou God, whom heav'nly hosts obey, How highly blest is he,

Whose hope and trust, securely plac'd,
Is still repos'd on thee!

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PSALM 84. OLD VERSION.

OW pleasant is thy dwelling-place,
O Lord of hosts, to me!

The tabernacles of thy grace,
How pleasant, Lord, they be!

2 O, they be blessed that may dwell
Within thy house always!

For they all times thy facts do tell,
And ever give thee praise:

3 Yea, happy sure likewise are they
Whose stay and strength thou art,

Who to thy house do mind the way
And seek it in their heart.

4 As they go through the vale of tears,
They dig up fountains still;
That as a spring it all appears,

And thou their pits dost fill.

5 From strength to strength they go full fast,
No faintness there shall be;
And so the God of gods at last
In Sion they do see.

PSALM 85.

10 God our Saviour, all our hearts

To thy obedience turn;

That, quench'd with our repenting tears,
Thy wrath no more may

burn.

2 For why should'st thou be angry still,
And wrath so long retain?
Revive us, Lord, and let thy saints
Thy wonted comfort gain.

3 Thy gracious favour, Lord, display,
Which we have long implor'd;
And, for thy wondrous mercy's sake,
Thy wonted aid afford.

4 God's answer patiently I'll wait;
For he with glad success,

(If they no more to folly turn,) His mourning saints will bless.