My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant;
To fertile vales, and dewy meads,
My weary, wandering steps he leads ;
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amidst the verdant landscapes flow.
3 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
His bounty shall my pains beguile,
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With lively greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.
4 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly staff shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dismal shade.
ADDISON.
PSALM XXIV. Common Metre.
The Man whom God approves.
1 THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,
The Lord's her fulness is;
The world, and they who dwell therein,
By sovereign right are his.
2 He fix'd the land, and spread the seas,
With all which they contain;
Then man in his own image form'd,
O'er all these works to reign.
3 But for himself, this Lord of all
One chosen seat design'd :
O who shall to that sacred hill
Desir'd admittance find ?
4 The man whose hands and heart are pure, Whose thoughts from pride are free;
Who honest poverty prefers
To gainful perjury.
5 This is the man on whom the Lord
Shall shower his blessings down;
Whom God his Saviour shall be pleas'd
With righteousness to crown.
6 Such is the character of those
Who seek the face of God;
Whose happy feet shall stand within
The place of his abode.
Heaven the Residence of Saints, and the Ascension of
1 THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,
And men and worms and beasts and birds;
He rais'd the building on the seas,
And gave it for their dwelling place.
2 But there's a brighter world on high,
Thy palace, Lord, above the sky;
Who shall ascend that blest abode,
And dwell so near his Maker, God?
3 He who abhors and fears to sin,
Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean,
Him shall the Lord, the Saviour bless,
And clothe his soul with righteousness.
4 These are the men, the pious race
Who seek the God of Jacob's face;
These shall enjoy the blissful sight,
And dwell in everlasting light.
5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high,
Behold the King of glory nigh!
Who can this King of glory be ?
The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he.
6 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display,
To make the Lord, the Saviour way;
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conqueror comes, with God to dwell.
7 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before,
He opens Heaven's eternal door,
To give his saints a blest abode
With their Redeemer and their God.
Seeking Divine Forgiveness and Direction. 1 TO God I list my eyes,
My trust is in his name;
And they whose hope on him relies,
Shall never suffer shame.
2 From the first dawning light
Till the dark evening's shade,
For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,
And ask thy heavenly aid.
3 Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the sins of riper age,
And follies of my youth.
4 Thro' all the ways of God,
Both truth and mercy shine,
To those who with religious hearts
To his blest will incline.
5 He those in safety guides
Who his direction seek,
And in his sacred paths will lead
The humble and the meek.
6 For thy own goodness' sake,
Save thou my soul from shame ; And pardon all my sins, though great, Thro' my Redeemer's name.
TATE and WATTS united and varied.
PSALM XXVI. Long Metre.
Self Examination.
1 JUDGE me, O God, and prove my ways,
And try my reins, and try my heart;
My faith upon thy promise stays,
Nor from thy word my feet depart.
2 I hate to walk, I hate to sit
With men of vanity and lies;
The scoffer and the hypocrite
In my esteem shall never rise.
3 In innocence I'll wash my hands,
From pride and guilt and folly clear;
Then at thy sacred altar stand,
And hope to find acceptance there.
4 I love thy habitation, Lord,
The temple where thy honours dwell;
There shall I hear thy holy word,
And there thy works of wonder tell.
5 Let not my soul be join'd at last
With men of treachery and blood;
Since I my days on earth have past
Among the saints, and near my God.
PSALM XXVII. Common Metre. # or b
The Church is our Safety and Delight.
1 THE Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation too;
God is my strength, nor will I fear
What mortal flesh can do.
2 One privilege my heart desires,
O grant me an abode
Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God.
3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy glory still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And learn thy holy will.
4 When troubles rise and storms appear,
There may his children hide ;
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.
5 Should friends and kindred, near and dear,
Leave me to want or die;
My God would make my life his care,
And all my need supply.
6 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And elevate your hope.
PSALM XXVII. Long Metre.
The Safety of trusting in God.
1 THE Lord, my Saviour, is my light, What terrors can my soul affright ? Whilst God, my strength, my life is near, What mortal shall alarm my fear?
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