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On thee, my gracious God, I wait

To learn, and keep thy way.

God, who is juft and good,
Will thofe who err inftruct;
And to the paths of righteoufnefs
Their wandering fteps conduct.
The humble foul he guides,
Teaches the meek his way;
Kindness and truth he fhews to all

Who him in truth obey.

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Give me the tender heart,

That mixes fear with love;

And lead me thro' whatever path
Thy wisdom shall approve.

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From error, fhame, and guilt; Nor fuffer the fair hope to fail, Which on thy truth is built.

LIV. PSALM XXV. Short Met. WATTS.

Supplication of Pardon and Direction.

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ROM the first dawning light,
'Till the calm evening rise,
For thy falvation, Lord, I wait
With ever longing eyes.

Oh grant me all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the fins of earlier days,
Of my unleffoned youth.

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The Lord is good and kind,
The meek shall learn his ways,

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And every humble finner find
The bleffings of his grace.

For his own goodness' fake
He wins my foul from shame:
His love does all my love awake,
And all my service claim.

LV. PSALM XXV. Short Met. WATTS.

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Divine Inftruction.

WHERE fhall the man be found, That fears t' offend his God; That loves the gospel's joyful found, And trembles at the rod ?

The Lord fhall make him know
The fecrets of his heart,

The wonders of his covenant show,

And all his love impart.

The dealings of his hand

Are grace and mercy ftill,

With fuch as to his covenant stand,
And love to do his will..

Their fouls fhall dwell at ease

Before their Maker's face ;

And theirs be all the promises
In their extensive grace.

LVI. PSALM XXVII. Com. Met. WATTS.

Religious Converfe our Delight and Safety.

HE Lord of glory is my light,
And my falvation too;

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God is my ftrength; nor will I fear
What mortal Men can do.

2 One privilege my heart defires;
Oh grant me an abode

Within the churches of thy faints,
The temples of my God.

3 There fhall I offer my requests,
To guard my life from ill,
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will.
4 The best sweet requiem of my foul,
It yields a noble peace;
My rude defires it does controul,
And all my fears appease.

LVII. PSALM XXVIII. Mid. Met. MERRICK.

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The humble Suppliant.

NOD, my ftrength, to thee I pray,
Turn not thou thine ear away;

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Gracious to my prayer attend,

While the fuppliant knee I bend.

Let me not thy judgments know,
From my foul avert the woe,
By thy juft decrees affigned
To the men of impious mind.

On thy long experienced aid
See my hope for ever stayed;
While my heart, with awe poffeft,
Leaps within my throbbing breast.

Give me, Lord, thy love to share, Feed me with a fhepherd's care;

Save me from foul fin and shame,
And in me thy grace proclaim.

LVIII. PSALM XXX. Long Met. WATTS. In Sickness, and impending Death.

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IRM was my health, my day was bright,
And I prefumed 'twould ne'er be night;
Fondly I faid within my heart,

"Pleasure and peace fhall ne'er depart."
Prefumptuous thought of foolish man,
Which takes not God into its plan!
His face my God was pleafed to hide,
My health was gone, my comforts died.
Humbled, corrected by his rod,

I raised my fuppliant prayer to God.
Again his fmiling face I view,

And health and comforts bloom anew.

But ne'er fhall life's vain hopes again
My heart of levity arraign;

Whate'er of life fhall hence be trod,
I dedicate it all to God.

LIX. PSALM XXX. Com. Met. STEELE.

The fame.

I HEE, Lord, my thankful foul would

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Thee all my powers adore;

Thy hand has raised me in distress,
In fuffering's trying hour.

2 Oppreft with fear, oppreft with grief,
To thee I breathed my cry ;

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Thy mercy brought divine relief,
And wiped my tearful eye.

3 Thy mercy chased the shades of death,
And fnatched me from the grave:
O may thy praise employ the breath,
Which mercy deigned to fave.

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PSALM XXX. Long Met.
The fame.

Escued from the rude grafp of death,
And almost in the grave

I fhudder at the awful fate

entombed;

Which o'er my foul in horror gloomed.

Offended juftice might have faid,

Why cumbereft thou thy Maker's ground? And cut the idle trifler off,

As loft to hope, by God difowned.

If mercy did the fate fufpend
That hung o'er my devoted head;
May grateful love win all my heart,
And all its virtuous fweetness shed.

Regained to hope, ne'er may I meet
Death in this horrid form again;
But cheerfully to God devote

Whate'er of life may yet remain.

LXI. PSALM XXXI. C. M. DODDRIDGE.

The exceeding Goodness of God to his Servants invites to all Goodness in return.

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UR fouls with pleafing wonder view
The bounties of thy grace;

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