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3 From the first dawning light,
'Till the dark ev'ning rise, For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,
With ever longing eyes. 4 Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
And follies of my youth.
The meek shall learn his ways;
The blessings of his grace. .
He saves my soul from shame;
Thro' my Redeemer's name.
shall the man be found,
That fears t' offend his God; That loves the gospel's joyful sound,
And trembles at the rod ?
The secrets of his heart ;
And all his love impart.
Are truth and mercy still,
And love to do his will.
Before their Maker's face :
In their extensive grace.
PSALM 25. Third Part. S. M.
Distress of Soul.
Are ever to the Lord :
And rest upon his word.
Bring thy salvation near :
Out of the deadly snare ?
Of my forgiving God,
My wand'ring feet have trod ? 4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
Is desolate and low.
My grief anew begins ;
Their fury with deceit.
Nor put my hope to shame :
In my Redeemer's name.
To see thy face again :
He sought the Lord in vain.
PSALM 26. L. M.
And try my reins, and try my heart;
Are the abhorrence of mine eyes. 3 Among thy saints will I
The blood of Christ is my defence.
PSALM 27. First Part. C. M.
The Church is our delight and safety.
And my salvation too:
O grant me an abode,
The temples of my God!
And see thy beauty still ;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there enquire thy 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 Now shall my head be lifted high Above
Prayer and hope.
- Ye children, seek my grace ; My heart reply'd,
Nor frown my soul away :
In a distressing day. 3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear,
Leave me to want, or die;
Had not my soul believ'd,
Nor was my hope deceiv'd.
And keep your courage up:
And far exceed your hope.
PSALM 28. L. M. Prayer and praise, for deliverance from Enemies. 1 O
GOD of grace, my cry attend !
Lest, like the sons of guilt become, Beguil'd by Satan, I descend
With hopeless wretches to the tomb. 2 To thee my humble sighs arise ;
With lifted hands, on thee I call;
Nor leave me in despair to fall.
Nor let my heedless footsteps go,
Down the broad way to endless woe. 4 While peace their flatt'ring lips proclaim,
And love profess, and hope impart ;
And wing their arrows to his heart.
Thy searching eyes their path regard :
And mete their guilt its just reward.
Thy works of wisdom, grace, and pow'r
Shall sink them, that they rise no more. 7 Blest be the Lord, who heard my pray’r ;
The Lord my shield, my help, my song; Who sav'd my soul from sin and fear; And tun'd with praise my thankful tongue,
, 8 In the dark hour of deep distress,
My foes beset, of death afraid ;