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8 O cleanse me from my secret faults;
9 So, stainless in my Maker's sight,
10 So may the musings of my heart,
THE heavens declare Thy glory, Lord,
In every star Thy wisdom shines;
2 The rolling sun, the changing light,
3 Sun, moon, and stars convey Thy praise
4 Nor shall Thy spreading gospel rest,
5 Great Sun of righteousness, arise,
6 Thy noblest wonders here we view,
PSALM XIX. D. L. M.
HE spacious firmament on high,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
The unwearied sun, from day to day,
2 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
3 What though in solemn silence all
"The hand that made us is divine !"
Declares the glories of Thy name;
There Thy rich works of wonder shine;
A thousand starry beauties there,
Of boundless power and skill divine.
2 From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light
Lectures of heavenly wisdom read; With silent eloquence they raise Our thoughts to our Creator's praise, And neither sound nor language need,
3 Yet their divine instructions run Far as the journeys of the sun,
And every nation knows their voice: The sun,like some young bridegroom dress'd, Breaks from the chambers of the east,
Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice,
4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad,
But fairer is Thy book of grace.
5 I love the volumes of Thy word;
Thy promise leads my heart to rest.
6 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes,
And gives a free but large reward.
7 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults,
And from presumptuous sins restrain: Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read Thy book of grace, And book of nature, not in vain.
22 PSALM XX.
N the day of thy distress,
In the hour when dangers press,
2 May thy prayers and offerings rise,
Granted be thy heart's request;
3 Thy success our hearts shall cheer;
Will our grateful trophies rear
Go beneath His guardian care,
PSALM XXIII. S. M.
HE Lord my Shepherd is,
He leads me to the place
If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim;
And guides me in His own right way,
For His most holy name.
While He affords His aid
Though I should walk through death's
My Shepherd's with me there.
In spite of all my foes,
Thou dost my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head.
6 The bounties of Thy love
Shall crown my following days; Nor from Thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak Thy praise.
PSALM XXIII. C. M.
Shepherd will supply my need,
In pastures fresh He makes me feed,
He brings my wandering spirit back,
And leads me, for His mercy's sake,
3 When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay;
A word of Thy supporting breath
4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,