5 The riches of thy mercy, Lord, conviba

Do thou to us extend;

Since we for all we want or wish

On thee alone depend.

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PSALM 33. OLD VERSION.

1 YE righteous, in the Lord rejoice;
It is a seemly sight,

That upright men with thankful voice
Should praise the Lord of might.

2 Praise ye the Lord with harp, and sing
To him with psaltery;

With ten-string'd instruments sounding,
Praise ye the Lord most high:

3 Sing to the Lord a song most new,
With courage give him praise;
For why? his word is ever true,
His works and all his ways:

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4 Both judgment, equity, and right,
He ever lov'd and will;

And with his gifts he doth delight
The earth throughout to fill.

PSALM 34.

1 THRO' all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,

The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.

2 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine

O! when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine?

3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Trust God, and he'll employ

His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

PSALM 43.

1 LET me with light and truth be blest, Be these my guides, and lead the way

Till on thy holy hill I rest,

And in thy sacred temple pray.

2 Then will I there fresh altars raise To God, who is my only joy;

And well-tun'd harps, with songs of praise, Shall all my grateful hours employ.

3 Why then cast down, my soul? and why So much opprest with anxious care? On God, thy God, for aid rely,

Who will thy ruin'd state repair.

4 To Father, Son, and Holy-Ghost, The God whom earth and heav'n adore, Be glory; as it was of old,

Is now, and shall be evermore.

PSALM 43. OLD VERSION.

10 Lord, send out thy light and truth, And lead me with thy grace,

Which may conduct me to thy hill,
And to thy dwelling-place.

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2 Then shall I to thy altar
With joy to worship there;
And on my harp give thanks to thee,
O God, my God most dear.

3 By him I have deliverance
From all my pain and grief;
He is my God, and doth alway
At need send me relief.

4 To Father, Son, and Holy-Ghost,
Immortal glory be;

As was, and is, and shall be still
To all eternity.

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PSALM 44.

WAKE, arise; let seeming sleep
No longer thee detain;

Nor let us, Lord, who sue to thee,
For ever sue in vain.

2 O wherefore hidest thou thy face,
From our afflicted state?

Whose souls and bodies sink to earth,
With grief's oppressive weight.

3 Arise, O Lord, and timely haste
To our deliv'rance make;
Redeem us, Lord,-If not for ours,
Yet for thy mercy's sake.

4 To Father, Son, and Holy-Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory; as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

PSALM 46.

1 GOD is our refuge in distress,

A present help when dangers press, In him undaunted we'll confide: Tho' earth were from her centre tost, And mountains in the ocean lost,

Torn piece-meal by the roaring tide.

2 A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our Lord shall fill,

The royal seat of God most high: God dwells in Sion, whose fair tow'rs Shall mock th' assaults of earthly pow'rs, While his Almighty aid is nigh.

3 Come see the wonders he hath wrought, On earth what desolation brought;

How he has calm'd the jarring world: He broke the warlike spear and bow; With them the thund'ring chariots too Into devouring flames were hurl'd.

4 Submit to God's almighty sway, For him the heathen shall obey,

And earth her sov'reign Lord confess : The God of hosts conducts our arms, Our tow'r of refuge in alarms, As to our fathers in distress.

PSALM 47.

10 All ye people clap your hands,
And with triumphant voices sing;

No force the mighty power withstands,
Of God the universal King.

2 God is gone up, our Lord and King, With shouts of joy and trumpet's sound; To him repeated praises sing,

And let the cheerful song go round.

3 Your utmost skill in praise be shown, For him, who all the world commands; Who sits upon his righteous throne,

And spreads his sway o'er heathen lands.

4 To Father, Son, and Holy-Ghost, The God whom earth and heav'n adore, Be glory; as it was of old,

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PSALM 47. OLD VERSION.
E people all, with one accord
Clap hands, shout, and rejoice,
Be glad, and sing unto the Lord
With sweet and pleasant voice;