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That leads ungodly men astray ; Who fears to stand where sinners meet,
Nor with the scorner takes his seat. 2 The law of God is his delight;
That cloud by day, that fire by night,
And guide him through the wilderness. 3 His works shall prosper ;-he shall be
A fruitful, fair, unwithering tree,
Nor drought, nor frost, nor mildew knows. 4 Not so the wicked ;—they are cast
Like chaff upon the eddying blast;
Nor with the righteous lift their head. 5 For God hath spied their secret path,
And they shall perish in His wrath;
And kings, with counsels vain, Against the Omnipotent engage,
And spurn Messiah's reign ;
2 The anointed Son shall still
As Monarch be enthron'd,
Zion long lov'd and own'd.
As His from sea to sea;
And His this world shall be. 4 Those who resist His sway
His anger shall devour;
Shall be their pride and power. 5 Kings ! rulers ! men ! be wise ;
The day of grace is now;
Low at His footstool bow.
C. M. WAL
A strange tempestuous sea,
“There is no help for thee !"
Art still my sure defence ;
My shield, Omnipotence.
And Thou dost hear my call,
Triumphant o'er them all.
From every terror free;
The Lord sustained me.
6 He heard me from His holy hill;
Be gone, ye fears, be gone!
The great, the mighty One.
Thy blessing give to me;
Salvation is of Thee !
PSALM OIL L. M. MONTGOMERY, 1 HE Tempter to my soul hath said,
;" Lord, lift Thou up Thy servant's head,
My glory, shield, and solace be.
He heard me from His holy hill;
He beckon'd, and the winds were still 3 I laid me down and slept ;-I woke;
Thou, Lord ! my spirit didst sustain; Bright from the east the morning broke,
Thy comforts rose on me again.
Compass my steps in all their wrath;
LoRam Forever Thine
ORD, Thou wilt hear me when I pray,
I fear before Thee all the day,
2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free, "Tis sweet communing on my bed
With my own heart and Thee. 3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And, when my work is done,
Upon Thy grace alone. 4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep ;,
And will my slumbers keep.
PSALM V. C. M.
WATTS. 1 ORD, in the morning Thou shalt hear To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye:
To plead for all His saints,
Our songs and our complaints.
The wicked shall not stand;
Nor dwell at Thy right hand. 4 But to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there;
And worship in Thy fear.
In ways of righteousness!
And plain before my face.