Still is my table spread:

My foes stand silent by.

I feed on living bread;

My cruse is never dry.
And surely love and mercy will

Attend me on my journey still.

Still hope and grateful praise

Shall form my constant song;

Shall cheer my gloomiest days,

And tune my dying tongue

Until my ransom'd soul shall rise

To praise Him better in the skies.

PSALM XXXIV.

FOR ever will I bless the Lord,

Nor cease his praise to speak.

My song his goodness shall record,
That the oppress'd and weak

May trust in Him, who will reward

The humble and the meek.

O magnify the Lord with me!

Come, join his name to bless.

To Him did I in trouble flee:

He saved me from distress.

Oh, let him then your refuge be,
Nor shall you fail success!

He is a God who heareth prayer:
He raised me from the dust.

And angel bands keep station where
Dangers would harm the just.

Oh, try his love, and trust his care: Blessed are they who trust!

O fear the Lord, ye saints of his;
Make him your trust and dread:
Then cast off every care but this,

For He will give you bread.

The famish'd beast its prey may miss ; His children shall be fed.

Ye who would length of days attain,

And have your joy increase,

Let truth your guarded lips restrain,
From guile and falsehood cease;

From malice and revenge refrain,

And follow after peace.

God on his saints looks watchful down;

His ear attends their

cry.

The wicked sin beneath his frown;

Their very name shall die;

But He at length the just will crown

With joy and victory.

The broken heart His grace shall heal;

His hand the contrite raise.

Many the woes the righteous feel,

Yet still, in all their ways,

Kept by his power, they bear the seal

Of his redeeming grace.

Evil shall be its own reward,

And just the sinner's fate.

But Thou our ransom didst afford:
Thy mercy, Lord, we wait.

And none who wait upon the Lord

Shall e'er be desolate.

PSALM LXVII.

BE merciful, O God of grace,
To us thy people. Let thy face
Beam on us, that thy church may shine
In this dark world, with light divine.

That light divine, Oh, let it spread,
Till all the darkness shall have fled;
And the false crescent's waning ray
Be lost in the full noon of day.

Reveal, O Lord, thy saving plan
To all the families of man.

Let distant nations hear Thy word:

Let all the nations praise the Lord.

Let them with joy thy praises sing,

Earth's righteous Judge and sovereign King. Illumin'd by thy holy word,

Let all the nations praise the Lord.

Then shall this barren world assume
New beauty, and the desert bloom.
Our God shall richly bless us then,
And all men fear his name. Amen.