In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.

2 He brings my wand'ring spirit back,
When I forsake his ways;

And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

3 When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay;

A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.

4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.

5 The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days:

Oh, may thy house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise!

PSALM XXIV. (L. M.)

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 that 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 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. 5 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display, To make the Lord, the Saviour, way; Laden with spoils from earth and hell, The conqu'ror comes, with God to dwell, 6 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before; He opens heaven's eternal door,

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To give his saints a blest abode,
Near their Redeemer and their God.

PSALM XXV. 12-21. (s. M.)
WHERE shall the man be found,
That fears t'offend his God;
That loves the gospel's joyful sound,
And trembles at the rod?

The Lord shall make him know
The secrets of his heart,

The wonders of his cov'nant shew,

And all his love impart.

Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord:

I love to plead his promises,

And rest upon his word.

4 Turn, turn thee to my soul; Bring thy salvation near:

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When will thy hand release my feet
Out of the deadly snare?

Oh, keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame;
For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.

PSALM XXVI. (C. M.)

1 O LORD, my Judge, thy searching eyes My deeds and thoughts have known:

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On thee my stedfast soul relies,
And waits on thee alone.

2 Oh, search me still; my heart and reins
With strictest view survey;
It is thy love my hope sustains,
Thy truth directs my way.

3 How oft, inspir'd with warmth divine,
Thy temple have I trod!

How lov'd the courts, whose walls enshrine
The glory of my God!

4 Pour forth, O Lord, while thus I tread The path by thee prepar'd,

Thy beams of mercy on my head;
And round me plant a guard.

5 Thou, Lord, my steps hast fixt aright,
And pleas'd shalt hear my tongue
With Israel's favour'd sons unite,
To form the grateful song.

PSALM XXVII. 1-5, 14. (C. M.)
1 THE Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation too:

God is my strength; nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.

2 One privilege my heart desires;
Oh, 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 beauty still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will.

4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, There may thy children hide :

God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.

5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.

PSALM XXIX. (L. M.)

1 GIVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and power;
Ascribe due honours to his name,
And his eternal might adore.

2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud,
Over the ocean and the land:
His voice divides the wat'ry cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.
3 To Lebanon he turns his voice,
And, lo! the stately cedars break;
The mountains tremble at the noise,
The vallies roar, the deserts quake.
4 The Lord sits sov'reign on the flood,
The Thunderer reigns for ever King;
But makes his church his blest abode,
Where we his awful glories sing.
5 In gentler language there the Lord
The counsels of his grace imparts;
Amid the raging storm, his word
Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.

PSALM XXX. 1-5, 11-2. (L.M.)
1 I WILL extol thee, Lord, on high:
At thy command diseases fly:
Who but a God can speak and save
From the dark borders of the grave?

2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,
And tell how large his goodness is:
Let all your powers rejoice and bless,
While you record his holiness.

3 His anger but a moment stays;
His love is life and length of days:
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning-star restores the joy.

4 My tongue, the glory of my frame,
Shall ne'er be silent of thy name;

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Thy praise shall sound thro' earth & heav'n, For sickness heal'd, and sins forgiv'n.

PSALM XXXI. 1-2, 15, 19, 24.

(s. M.)

DEFEND me, Lord, from shame,
For still I trust in thee;

As just and righteous is thy name,
From danger set me free.

Bow down thy gracious ear,
And speedy succour send;

Do thou my stedfast Rock appear,
To shelter and defend.

Whate'er events betide,

Thy wisdom times them all :

Then, Lord, thy servant safely hide
From those that seek his fall.

How great thy mercies are

To such as fear thy name!

Which thou, for those that trust thy care,

Dost to the world proclaim.

5 Ye, that on God rely,

Courageously proceed:

He will your hearts with strength supply,
In every time of need.