The plenteous and continued dew
Of thy rich blessing here descend;
So shall thy vine its leaf renew,

Till o'er the earth its branches bend.

Then shall it flourish wide and far, While realms beneath its shadow rest; The morning and the evening star

Shall mark its bounds from east to west.

So shall thine enemies be dumb,

Thy banish'd ones no more enslaved, The fullness of the Gentiles come, And Israel's youngest born be saved.

PSALM LXXXIV.

How amiable, how fair,

O Lord of Hosts, to me,

Thy tabernacles are!

My flesh cries out for Thee;

My heart and soul, with heaven-ward fire, To Thee, the living God, aspire.

The sparrow here finds place

To build her little nest;
The swallow's wandering race
Hither return and rest:

Beneath thy roof their young ones cry,
And round thine altar learn to fly.

Thrice blessed they who dwell
Within thine house, my God,
Where daily praises swell,

And still the floor is trod

By those, who in thy presence bow,
By those, whose King and God art Thou.

Through Baca's arid vale,

As pilgrims when they pass, The well-springs never fail,

Fresh rain renews the grass;

From strength to strength they journey still, Till all appear on Zion's hill.

Lord God of Hosts, give ear,

A gracious answer yield;

O God of Jacob, hear;

Behold, O God, our shield; Look on thine own Anointed One, And save through thy beloved Son.

Lord, I would rather stand

A keeper at thy gate,

Than on the king's right hand

In tents of worldly state;

One day within thy courts, one day, Is worth a thousand cast away.

God is a sun of light,

Glory and grace to shed; God is a shield of might,

To guard the faithful head;

O Lord of Hosts, how happy he,

The man who puts his trust in Thee!

PSALM XC.

LORD, Thou hast been thy people's rest,
Through all their generations,
Their refuge when by danger prest,
Their hope in tribulations;
Thou, ere the mountains sprang to birth,
Or ever Thou hadst form'd the earth,
Art God from everlasting.

The sons of men return to clay,
When Thou the word hast spoken,
As with a torrent borne away,

Gone like a dream when broken:
A thousand years are, in thy sight,
But as a watch amid the night,
Or yesterday departed.

At morn, we flourish like the grass
With dew and sunbeams lighted,
But ere the cool of evening pass,

The rich array is blighted:
Thus do thy chastisements consume
Youth's tender leaf and beauty's bloom:
We fade at thy displeasure.

Our life is like the transient breath
That tells a mournful story,
Early or late, stopt short by death:
And where is all our glory?
Our days are threescore years and ten,
And if the span be lengthen'd then,

Their strength is toil and sorrow.

Lo, thou hast set before thine eyes
All our misdeeds and errors:
Our secret sins from darkress rise,
At thine awakening terrors:
Who shall abide the trying hour?
Who knows the thunder of thy power?
We flee unto thy mercy.

Lord, teach us so to mark our days,

That we may prize them duly;
So guide our feet in Wisdom's ways,
That we may love thee truly:
Return, O Lord, our griefs behold,
And with thy goodness, as of old,
O satisfy us early.

Restore our comforts as our fears,
Our joy as our affliction;

Give to thy church, through changing years Increasing benediction;

Thy glorious beauty there reveal,

And with thy perfect image seal
Thy servants and their labors.

PSALM XCI.

CALL Jehovah thy salvation,

Rest beneath the Almighty's shade;

In his secret habitation

Dwell, nor ever be dismay'd:

There no tumult can alarm thee,
Thou shalt dread no hidden snare;
Guile nor violence can harm thee,
In eternal safeguard there.

From the sword at noon-day wasting,
From the noisome pestilence,
In the depth of midnight blasting,
God shall be thy sure defence:
Fear not thou the deadly quiver,

When a thousand feel the blow; Mercy shall thy soul deliver,

Though ten thousand be laid low.

Only with thine eye, the anguish
Of the wicked thou shalt see,
When by slow disease they languish,

When they perish suddenly:

Thee, though winds and waves be swelling,

God, thine hope, shall bear through all; Plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling, Thee no evil shall befall.

He shall charge his angel-legions,

Watch and ward o'er thee to keep,
Though thou walk through hostile regions,
Though in desert-wilds thou sleep:
On the lion vainly roaring,

On his young, thy foot shall tread,
And, the dragon's den exploring,
Thou shalt bruise the serpent's head.

Since, with pure and firm affection,
Thou on God hast set thy love,
With the wings of his protection,

He will shield thee from above:
Thou shalt call on Him in trouble,
He will hearken, He will save,
Here for grief reward thee double,
Crown with life beyond the grave.

PSALM XCIII.

THE Lord is King;-upon his throne
He sits in garments glorious;
Or girds for war his armor on,
In every field victorious :

The world came forth at his command;
Built on his word, its pillars stand;

They never can be shaken.

The Lord was King ere time began, His reign is everlasting;

When high the floods in tumult ran, Their foam to heaven up-casting, He made the raging waves his path; -The sea is mighty in its wrath,

But God on high is mightier.

Thy testimonies, Lord, are sure:

Thy realm fears no commotion, Firm as the earth, whose shores endure The eternal toil of ocean.

And Thou with perfect peace wilt bless Thy faithful flock;-for holiness Becomes thine house for ever.

O COME, let us sing to the Lord,
In God our salvation rejoice;
In psalms of thanksgiving record

His praise, with one spirit, one voice:
For Jehovah King, and He reigns,

The God of all gods, on his throne;
The strength of the hills He maintains,
The ends of the earth are his own.

The sea is Jehovah's-He made
The tide its dominion to know;
The land is Jehovah's-He laid
Its solid foundations below.
O come let us worship, and kneel
Before our Creator, our God;
-The people who serve Him with zeal,
-The flock whom He guides with his rod

As Moses, the fathers of old,

Through the sea and the wilderness led, His wonderful works to behold,

With manna from heaven are fed: To-day, let us hearken, to-day,

To the voice that yet speaks from above, And all his commandments obey,

For all his commandments are love.

His wrath let us fear to provoke,

To dwell in his favor unite; His service is freedom, his yoke Is easy, his burden is light: But, oh! of rebellion beware,

Rebellion, that hardens the breast, Lest God in his anger should swear That we shall not enter his rest.

PSALM C.

BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth, O serve him with gladness and fear; Exult in his presence with music and mirth, With love and devotion draw near.

For Jehovah is God,-and Jehovah alone,
Creator and ruler o'er all;

And we are his people, his sceptre we own;
His sheep, and we follow his call.

O enter his gates with thanksgiving and song,
Your vows in his temple proclaim;
His praise with melodious accordance prolong.
And bless his adorable name.

For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good, And we are the work of his hand; His mercy and truth from eternity stood, And shall to eternity stand.

PSALM CIII.

O MY Soul, with all thy powers,
Bless the Lord's most holy name;
O my soul, till life's last hours,
Bless the Lord, his praise proclaim;

Thine infirmities He heal'd;

He thy peace and pardon seal'd.

He with loving kindness crown'd thee,
Satisfied thy mouth with good;
From the snares of death unbound thee,
Eagle-like thy youth renew'd:
Rich in tender mercy He,
Slow to wrath, to favor free.

He will not retain displeasure,

Though awhile He hide his face;
Nor his God-like bounty measure
By our merit, but his grace;

As the heaven the earth transcends,
Over us his care extends.

Far as east and west are parted,
He our sins hath sever'd thus ;
As a father loving-hearted
Spares his son, He spareth us;

For He knows our feeble frame,
He remembers whence we came.

Mark the field-flower, where it groweth,
Frail and beautiful;—anon,
When the south-wind softly bloweth,
Look again, the flower is gone:

Such is man; his honors pass,
Like the glory of the grass.

From eternity, enduring
To eternity, the Lord,
Still his people's bliss insuring,
Keeps his covenanted word;

Yea, with truth and righteousness,
Children's children He will bless.

As in heaven, his throne and dwelling,
King on earth He holds his sway;
Angels, ye in strength excelling,
Bless the Lord, his voice obey;

All his works beneath the pole,
Bless the Lord, with thee, my soul.

PSALM CIV

My soul, adore the Lord of might;
With uncreated glory crown'd,

And clad in royalty of light,

He draws the curtain'd heavens around;
Dark waters his pavilion form,

Clouds are his car, his wheels the storm.

Lightning before Him, and behind

Thunder rebounding to and fro; He walks upon the winged wind, And reins the blast, or lets it go: -This goodly globe his wisdom plann'd, He fix'd the bounds of sea and land.

When o'er a guilty world, of old,

He summon'd the avenging main,

At his rebuke the billows roll'd Back to their parent gulf again;

The mountains raised their joyful heads, Like new creations, from their beds.

Thenceforth the self-revolving tide

Its daily fall and flow maintains ; Through winding vales fresh fountains glide Leap from the hills, or course the plains; There thirsty cattle throng the brink, And the wild asses bend to drink.

Fed by the currents, fruitful groves
Expand their leaves, their fragrance fling,
Where the cool breeze at noon-tide roves,
And birds among the branches sing;

Soft fall the showers when day declines, And sweet the peaceful rainbow shines.

Grass through the meadows, rich with flowers,
God's bounty spreads for herds and flocks;
On Lebanon his cedar towers,

The wild goat bounds upon his rocks;
Fowls in his forests build their nests,
The stork amid the pine-tree rests.

To strengthen man, condemn'd to toil,
He fills with grain the golden ear;
Bids the ripe olive melt with oil,
And swells the grape, man's heart to cheer:
-The moon her tide of changing knows,
Her orb with lustre ebbs and flows.

The sun goes down, the stars come out:
He maketh darkness, and 't is night;
Then roam the beasts of prey about,
The desert rings with chase and flight:
The lion, and the lion's brood,

Look up, and God provides them food.

Morn dawns far east; ere long the sun

Warms the glad nations with his beams; Day, in their dens, the spoilers shun, And night returns to them in dreams : Man from his couch to labor goes, Till evening brings again repose.

How manifold thy works, O Lord,

In wisdom, power, and goodness wrought! The earth is with thy riches stored, And ocean with thy wonders fraught: Unfathom'd caves beneath the deep For Thee their hidden treasures keep.

There go the ships, with sails unfurl'd,
By Thee directed on their way;
There, in his own mysterious world,
Leviathan delights to play;

And tribes that range immensity,
Unknown to man, are known to Thee.

By Thee alone the living live;

Hide but thy face, their comforts fly; They gather what thy seasons give: Take Thou away their breath, they die: Send forth thy spirit from above, And all is life again, and love.

Joy in his works Jehovah takes,

Yet to destruction they return; He looks upon the earth, it quakes, Touches the mountains, and they burn

PSALM CVII.

No. 2.

THEY that mourn in dungeon-gloom,
Bound in iron and despair,
Sentenced to a heavier doom

Than the pangs they suffer there;—

Foes and rebels once to God,

They disdain'd his high control; Now they feel his fiery rod Striking terrors through their soul.

Wrung with agony they fall

To the dust; and, gazing round, Call for help-in vain they call, Help, nor hope, nor friend are found.

Then unto the Lord they cry:

He inclines a gracious ear, Sends deliverance from on high, Rescues them from all their fear.

He restores their forfeit-breath,

Breaks in twain the gates of brass; From the bands and grasp of death, Forth to liberty they pass.

PSALM CVII. No. 4.

THEY that toil upon the deep,
And in vessels light and frail,
O'er the mighty waters sweep
With the billow and the gale,-

Mark what wonders God performs,
When He speaks, and, unconfined,
Rush to battle all his storms

In the chariots of the wind.

Up to heaven their bark is whirl'd
On the mountain of the wave;
Down as suddenly 'tis hurl'd

To the abysses of the grave.

To and fro they reel, they roll,
As intoxicate with wine;
Terrors paralyze their soul,

Helm they quit, and hope resign. Then unto the Lord they cry,

He inclines a gracious ear, Sends deliverance from on high,

Rescues them from all their fear. Calm and smooth the surges flow, And, where deadly lightning ran, God's own reconciling bow

Metes the ocean with a span.