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Psalm XXIII

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #147 (1760) First Line: The Lord, my shepherd and my guide Lyrics: I. The Lord, my shepherd and my guide, Will all my wants supply; In safety I shall still abide Beneath his watchful eye. II. Amid the verdant flow'ry meads, He makes my sweet repose; When pain'd with thirst, he gently leads Where living water flows. III. If from his fold I thoughtless stray, He leads the wand'rer home; And shews my erring feet the way Where dangers cannot come. IV. Tho' hast'ning to the silent tomb, And death's dark shades appear; Thy presence, Lord, shall chear the gloom, And banish ev'ry fear. V. No evil can my soul dismay, While I am near my God; My comfort, my support and stay, Thy staff and guiding rod. VI. Thy constant bounties me surround, Amid my envious foes; My favour'd head with gladness crown'd, My cup with blessings flows. VII. Thus shall thy goodness, love and care Attend my future days; And I shall dwell forever near My God, and sing his praise. Scripture: Psalm 23 Languages: English

Psalm XXVII

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #150 (1760) First Line: The Lord, my Saviour, is my light Lyrics: I. The Lord, my Saviour, is my light; What terrors can my soul affright? While God my strength, my life is near, What potent arm shall make me fear? II. When cruel foes, the sons of strife, Came furious to devour my life; Their vile designs at once o'erthrown, Confess'd the pow'r that cast them down. III. Should num'rous hosts besiege me round, My steadfast heart no fear shall wound: Tho' war should rise in dread array, God is my strength, my hope, my stay. IV. This only boon my heart desires, For this my ardent wish aspires, This will I seek with restless care, Till God attend my humble pray'r: V. In his own house to spend my days, My life devoted to his praise; There would my soul his beauties trace, And learn the wonders of his grace. VI. When troubles rise, my guardian God Will hide me safe in his abode! Firm as a rock my hope shall stand, Sustain'd by his almighty hand. VII. Now shall my head exalted rise Above surrounding enemies; While my glad off'rings to the Lord, With grateful songs, his praise record. VIII. Thou sacred spring of all my joys, Whene'er I raise my plaintive voice, O let thy sov'reign mercy hear, And answer all my humble pray'r. IX. When thou with condescending grace Has bid me seek thy smiling face, My heart replied to thy kind word, Thee will I seek, all-gracious Lord. X. Hide not from me thy blissful ray, Nor angry frown my hopes away; Thy saving help has still been near, God of my life, renew thy care. XI. Should ev'ry earthly friend depart, And nature leave a parent's heart; My God, on whom my hopes depend, Will be my father and my friend. XII. O teach me, Lord, thy sacred way, Uphold my steps, nor let me stray; While enemies and fears alarm, Extend thy kind, thy guardian arm. XIII. Leave not my life to impious foes, Whose rage no sense of justice knows; Against my innocence they rise, And breathe out cruelty and lies. [p.153] XIV. My hope was ready to depart, But faith sustain'd my fainting heart; I trusted in a gracious God, And live to spread his praise abroad. XV. Ye humble souls, in ev'ry strait On God with sacred courage wait; His hand shall life and strength afford, O wait continual on the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 27 Languages: English

Psalm XXX

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #155 (1760) First Line: Thee, Lord, my thankful soul would bless Lyrics: I. Thee, Lord, my thankful soul would bless, Thee all my pow'rs adore; Thy hand has rais'd me from distress, My foes rejoice no more. II. O Lord, my God, oppress'd with grief, To thee I breath'd my cry; Thy mercy brought divine relief, And wip'd my tearful eye. III. Thy mercy chas'd the shades of death, And snatch'd me from the grave; O may thy praise employ that breath Which mercy deigns to save. IV. Come, O ye saints, your voices raise To God in grateful songs; And let the mem'ry of his grace, Inspire your hearts and tongues. V. His frown, what mortal can sustain? But soon his anger dies; His life-restoring smile again Returns, and sorrow flies. VI. Her deepest gloom when sorrow spreads, And light and hope depart, His smile celestial morning sheds, And joy revives the heart. VII. Beneath thy kind protecting arm How did my soul rejoice! And fondly hop'd no future harm Should ever shock my joys. VIII. Lord,'twas thy favour fix'd my rest; Thy shining face withdrew, And troubles fill'd my anxious breast, And pain'd my soul anew. IX. Again to thee, O gracious God, I rais'd my mournful eyes; To thee I spread my woes abroad, With supplicating cries. X. What glory can my death afford? In the dark grave confin'd, Shall senseless dust adore the Lord, Or call thy truth to mind? XI. Hear, O my God, in mercy hear, Attend my plaintive cry; Be thou, my gracious helper, near, And bid my sorrows fly. XII. Again I hear thy voice divine, New joys exulting bound; My robes of mourning I resign, And gladness girds me round. XIII. Then let my utmost glory be To raise thy honours high; Nor let my gratitude to thee In guilty silence die. XIV. To thee, my gracious God, I raise My thankful heart and tongue; O be thy goodness and thy praise My everlasting song. Scripture: Psalm 30 Languages: English

Psalm XXXI

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #158 (1760) First Line: Lord, in thy great, thy glorious name Lyrics: I. Lord, in thy great, thy glorious name, I place my hope, my only trust; Save me from sorrow, guilt and shame, Thou ever-gracious, ever-just. II. Attentive bow thy pitying ear, Let mercy fly to my relief, Be thou my refuge, ever near, A sure defence from all my grief. III. Thou art my rock, thy name alone The fortress where my hopes retreat; O make thy pow'r and mercy known, To safety guide my trembling feet. IV. Preserve me from the fatal snare Of secret foes, who plot my fall; And make my life thy tender care, My God, my strength, my hope, my all. V. To thy kind hand, O gracious Lord, My soul I chearfully resign; My Saviour God, I trust thy word, For truth, immortal truth is thine. VI. I hate their works, I hate their ways, Who follow vanity and lies; But to the Lord my hopes I raise, And trust his pow'r who built the skies. VII. In thee, my God, I will rejoice, While mercy makes my soul her care; For thou hast heard my mournful voice, In all my sorrows God was near. VIII. Thou hast not left my life to groan, Where chains and tyrant foes oppress; Enlarg'd by thee, my feet have known The sweets of liberty and peace. XI. Thy wonted mercy, Lord, renew, See how my inward troubles rise; My melting soul with pity view, And these dejected weeping eyes. X. My life is spent in grief and tears, In sighs my hours roll slow away, My strength decays, while sins and fears Sink all my frame in deep decay. XI. While black reproaches blot my fame, And neighbors join with cruel foes, My friends who now forget the name, With horror fly, and shun my woes: XII. 'Till from their memory I slide, And sink in dark oblivion's shade, A broken vessel thrown aside, And mix unheeded with the dead. XIII. I heard the cruel slander rise, While foes and fears beset me round; I heard the murd'rous bands devise To crush me helpless to the ground. XIV. But I have trusted in thy name, O Lord, my hope, my fix'd abode; And still avow'd my humble claim, (O sweet support!) thou art my God. XV. My life, my all, is in thy hand; Let thy almighty pow'r controul The rage of this remorseless band, And save my persecuted soul. XVI. O let thy favour, bliss divine! Thy smile with heav'nly radiance break, And round thy fainting servant shine; O save me for thy mercy's sake. XVII. Leave not my hope to sink in shame, God of my pray'r, in whom I trust; Let wicked men, who hate thy name, Lose all their glory in the dust. XVIII. Deep in the grave be lying tongues In everlasting silence laid, Whose proud disdain, and sland'rous wrongs, The injur'd innocent invade. XIX. What endless bliss, o bounteous Lord, (Immensely great, divinely free!) Hast thou reserv'd for their reward, Who fear thy name, and trust in thee? XX. Thy gracious hand shall near thee hide These happy fav'rites of thy care; Safe at thy feet they shall abide, Nor pride, nor slander reach them there. XXI. Blest be the Lord, forever blest, Whose mercy bids my fears remove; The sacred walls which guard my rest, Are his almighty pow'r and love. XXII. I rashly said, I sink, I die, Cut off, abandon'd to despair; Yet thou, my God, hast heard my cry, And gracious answer'd all my pray'r. XXIII. Ye saints, to whom his mercy flows, O love, for ever love the Lord; While on the proud his hand bestows, A dreadful, and a just reward. XXIV. Ye humble souls, who seek his face, Let sacred courage fill your heart; Hope in the Lord, and trust his grace, And he shall heav'nly strength impart. Scripture: Psalm 31 Languages: English

Psalm XXXIX

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #168 (1760) First Line: When I resolv'd to watch my thoughts Lyrics: I. When I resolv'd to watch my thoughts, To watch my words and all my ways, Lest I should with unwary faults Offend the God my life should praise; II. In mournful silence long restrain'd, My thoughts were press'd with secret grief; My heart with sad reflection pain'd, In silence sound no kind relief. III. While thus the inward anguish burn'd, My straiten'd speech at length found way; My tongue in broken accents mourn'd Before my God, and try'd to pray. IV. Almighty Maker of my frame, Teach me the measure of my days, Teach me to know how frail I am, And spend the remnant to thy praise. V. My days are shorter than a span, A little point my life appears; How frail at best is dying man! How vain are all his hopes and fears! VI. Vain his ambition, noise and show! Vain are the cares which rack his mind! He heaps up treasures mix'd with woe; And dies, and leaves them all behind. VII. O be a nobler portion mine: My God, I bow before thy throne, Earth's fleeting treasures I resign, And fix my hope on thee alone. VIII. Save me, by thy almighty arm, From all my sins, and cleanse my faults; Then guilt nor folly shall alarm My soul, or vex my peaceful thoughts. IX. Beneath the chast'ning of thy hand, Let not my heart or tongue repine; But silent and submissive bend, And bear the stroke because 'tis thine. X. But O let mercy soon prevail, Thy awful anger to remove; The stroke is just, but I am frail, Thy sparing goodness let me prove. XI. Frail man, how soon his beauty flies! He sins, and God afflicts with pain; Crush'd like the feeble moth he dies; His strength, how impotent and vain! XII. Lord, wilt thou gracious hear my cry, Pity my tears and heal my woe? As were my fathers, so am I, A wretched stranger here below. XIII. O spare me, and my strength restore, E'er my few hasty minutes flee; And when my days on earth are o'er, Let me for ever dwell with thee. Scripture: Psalm 39 Languages: English

Psalm XLII

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #171 (1760) First Line: As the poor hart, tir'd in the chase Lyrics: I. As the poor hart, tir'd in the chase, Pants for the cool refreshing flood, So pants my soul for streams of grace, Thy cheering visits, O my God. II. For God my thirsty spirit longs, The sacred spring of living joy; When shall I come with thankful songs, Before my God? divine employ! III. Thro' the sad night and mournful day My flowing tears have been my food, While taunting foes continual say, "And where is now thy Saviour God?" IV. My melting soul in grief is spent, When I resolve my happier days; When with the joyful throng I went To thy abode with songs of praise. V. Why, O my soul, thus sink in woe? Why thus with restless sorrows torn? Hope thou in God; my song shall flow, For his bright presence will return. VI. My heart sinks down oppress'd with grief; Yet, O my God, I'll call to mind Those seasons past, for my relief, When I was blest, and thou wast kind. VII. Thy terrors overwhelm my soul, Wave after wave, with dreadful roar; So stormy seas like mountains roll And swelling billows drown the shore. VIII. Yet will the Lord command his care, His love (sweet morn!) shall chear mine eyes; And mix'd with praise my nightly pray'r, God of my life, to thee shall rise. IX. To thee, I'll cry, my God, my rock; Ah, why hast thou forgot thy care? Why mourn I thus beneath the stroke Of foes, who drive me near despair? X. Their sharp reproaches pierce my heart With daily anguish, while they say (The thought is like a pointed dart,) Where is thy God, thy boasted stay? XI. Why sinks my fainting spirit down? Why do my restless passions mourn? What, tho' my God a moment frown, His blissful smile will yet return. XII. Then shall I spread his pow'r abroad, His smile my drooping hope shall raise; My light, my health, my Saviour God, Shall tune my sighs to songs of praise. Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: English

Psalm LI

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #177 (1760) First Line: Lord, let thy mercy, full and free Lyrics: I. Lord, let thy mercy, full and free, Vile as I am, extend to me; And bid my num'rous crimes remove, All cancell'd by thy sov'reign love. II. O wash this guilty heart of mine, For cleansing grace is only thine; I own my sins, and still they rise With recent horror to my eyes. III. Against the God I love and fear, My aggravated crimes appear; 'Tis this alone awakes my smart, And fills with grief my fainting heart. IV. While humbly prostrate in the dust, I owe thy awful sentence just; My soul adores thy sacred word, Forever righteous is the Lord. V. Soon as my infant life began, And nature fram'd the future man, So soon did sin its taint impart, The dire contagion seiz'd my heart. VI. Since inward truth thy laws require, That inward truth, O Lord, inspire; Thro' all my soul let wisdom shine, And give me purity divine. VII. O let the sacred hysop prove, Blest emblem of thy cleansing love; Thy sov'reign mercy can bestow, A heart more pure than falling snow. VIII. Let thy reviving word impart Peace, joy and pardon, to my heart; Then shall this broken frame rejoice, And bless thy kind, thy healing voice. IX. Let all my sins, (tho' deep their dye,) For ever in oblivion lie; For ever blot the dreadful score, And view the long account no more. X. Create my inmost pow'rs anew, Make all my heart sincere and true; O cast me not in wrath away, Nor hide thy soul-enliv'ning ray. XI. Restore thy favour, bliss divine! Those heav'nly joys that once were mine; Let thy own spirit, kind and free, Uphold and guide my steps to thee. XII. Then will I teach my sacred ways, With holy zeal proclaim thy praise; 'Till sinners leave the dang'rous road, Forsake their sins and turn to God. XIII. O cleanse my guilt, and heal my pain, Remove the blood-polluted stain; Then shall my heart adoring trace, My Saviour God, thy boundless grace. XIV. Then shall my joyful tongue proclaim In grateful strains, thy glorious name; Inspir'd by thee, my song shall flow, And all thy wond'rous mercy show. XV. If sacrifice would please my God, My off'rings should thy altars load; But vain were all my offer'd store, For blazing altars please no more. XVI. This is the gift I would impart, A humble, broken, contrite heart; A broken heart, repentant sighs, O God, thou never wilt despise. XVII. O let thy goodness, Lord, appear, To Zion, once thy chosen care; Sustain'd and built by pow'r divine, Let Salem's walls distinguish'd shine. XVIII. To thee, the pious sacrifice Accepted then shall daily rise; Again the grateful off'rings flame, And glad devotion bless thy name. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English

Psalm LXV

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #181 (1760) First Line: Before thy throne, O God of grace Lyrics: I. Before thy throne, O God of grace, Thy Sion would her vows perform; Her ardent vows in deep distress— O be her grateful praise as warm. II. O thou who hear'st our humble cry, Our God, our refuge and our stay; To thee, shall mourning sinners fly, To thee, shall ev'ry nation pray. III. Tho' sin prevails with dreadful sway, And hope almost expiring lies, Thy grace shall purge our sins away, And bid our dying hopes arise. IV. Happy the man approv'd by thee, Near to his God, thy chosen care; Thy constant goodness he shall see, The bounties of thy table share. V. Whene'er thy injur'd people's cries Ascend before thy awful throne, All dreadful bright thy terrors rise, And make thy grace and justice known. VI. Thou art the confidence and stay Of the wide earth's remotest ends; And those who try the dang'rous sea, On thee their hope, their all depends. VII. Thy awful word, with potent found Firm bade the solid mountains stand; Thy pow'r encircles nature round; All nature rests upon thy hand. VIII. That word which stills the raging seas, When the loud waves tempestuous roar, Commands the warring world to peace; And noise and tumult are no more. IX. Thy dreadful signs display'd abroad, Fill trembling nations with surprize; The trembling nations own the God, And lift their supplicating eyes. X. The rising morn, the closing day, Repeat thy praise with grateful voice; Each in their turns thy pow'r display, And laden with thy gifts rejoice. XI. Earth's wide-extended varying scenes, All smiling round thy bounty show; From seas or clouds, full magazines, Thy rich diffusive blessings flow. XII. Now earth receives the precious seed, Which thy indulgent hand prepares; And nourishes the future bread, And answers all the sower's cares. XIII. Thy sweet refreshing show'rs attend, And thro' the ridges gently flow, Soft on the springing corn descend; And thy kind blessing makes it grow. XIV. Thy goodness crowns the circling year, Thy paths drop fatness all around; Ev'n barren wilds thy praise declare, And echoing hills return the sound. XV. Here spreading flocks adorn the plain, There plenty ev'ry charm displays; Thy bounty cloaths each lovely scene, And joyful nature shouts thy praise. Scripture: Psalm 65 Languages: English

Psalm LXXVII

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #184 (1760) First Line: To God, I rais'd my earnest cries Lyrics: I. To God, I rais'd my earnest cries, To God, who rules the earth and skies; His sov'reign mercy deign'd to hear My loud complaints, with pitying ear. II. The tedious day was spent in grief, In humble prayer I sought relief; But day and night the restless smart Deny'd sweet comfort to my heart. III. I thought on God with terrors arm'd; New troubles then my soul alarm'd; Then over-whelming sorrows rose, Nor could complaining ease my woes. IV. Thy terrors, Lord, forbid my rest, And silent anguish fills my breast; And now in sad reflection rise Past days and years before my eyes. V. My nightly songs I call to mind, And try some gleam of joy to find; But search this wretched heart in vain, For all is darkness, grief and pain. VI. Will God forever leave his care? Must I no more his favour share? Shall long-lost mercy ne'er prevail? And can his word for ever fail? VII. Array'd in frowns his angry face, Has God forgot his wonted grace? And clos'd the full, the boundless store Of mercy, ne'er to open more? VIII. But I rebuke my drooping heart, Far hence ye guilty fears depart; Still will I call past comforts o'er, And trust almighty love and pow'r. IX. This drooping heart again shall trace The ancient wonders of thy grace; The mighty owkrs my God has wrought, Shall still employ my voice, my thought. X. Thy way, O God, thy wond'rous way, While in thy temple I survey, Struck with astonishment, I cry, Where is a pow'r so great, so high? XI. Whoe'er surveys thy works must own That thou art God, and thou alone; Thy favours to thy chosen care The wonders of thy pow'r declare. XII. Thy potent arm, for ever near, Controul'd their foes, controul'd their fear; And Jacob's sons, (distinguish'd race!) Confess'd thy kind deliv'ring grace. XIII. The waters with thy presence aw'd, Beheld, and own'd their maker God; The ocean shook with all its waves, And trembled thro' its deepest caves. XIV. The full clouds pour'd their wat'ry store; Amid the storm's impetuous roar, Thy dreadful arrows flew abroad, And sounding skies proclaim'd the God! XV. Thy awful voice in thunder broke, Heav'n listen'd while th'almighty spoke! While o'er the world keen light'nings spread, Earth trembled with unusual dread! XVI. Thy path, O Lord, thy tractless way Lies in the deep unfathom'd sea; No mortal thought can ever trace Thy steps of wisdom, pow'r and grace. XVII. Thy people found thy guardian care; Where'er they wander'd, God was there; 'Till guided by thy prophet's hand, They reach'd secure the promis'd land. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Psalm LXXXIV

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #188 (1760) First Line: How lovely, how divinely sweet Lyrics: I. How lovely, how divinely sweet, O Lord, thy sacred courts appear! Fain would my longing passions meet The glories of thy presence there. II. With strong desire my spirit faints, I languish for thy blest abode; This throbbing heart, oh, how it pants! And all my pow'rs cry out for God. III. The sparrows near thy altar live, And swallows there a nest obtain; My God, my King, and wilt thou give To birds, what I desire in vain? IV. Oh, blest the men, blest their employ, Whom thy indulgent favours raise To dwell in these abodes of joy, And sing thy never-ceasing praise. V. Happy the men, whom strength divine With ardent love and zeal inspires; Whose steps to thy blest way incline, With willing hearts and warm desires. VI. Thro' Baca's thirsty vale they go; But God commands, and springs arise, And show'rs descend with copious flow, To yield the pilgrim full supplies. VII. Still they pursue the painful road, Increasing strength surmounts their fear; 'Till all at length before their God, In Sion's glorious courts appear. VIII. O Lord of hosts, attend my pray'r, Our fathers' God, thy ear incline; Shield of our lives, reveal thy care, And on thy own anointed shine. IX. One day within thy sacred gate, Affords more real joy to me, Than thousands in the tents of state; The meanest place is bliss with thee. X. God is a sun; our brightest day From his reviving presence flows; God is a shield, thro' all the way, To guard us from surrounding foes. XI. He pours his kindest blessings down, Profusely down on souls sincere; And grace shall guide and glory crown The happy fav'rites of his care. XII. O Lord of hosts, thou God of grace, How blest, divinely blest, is he, Who trusts thy love and seeks thy face, And fixes all his hopes on thee! Scripture: Psalm 84 Languages: English