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Turn us to thee, thy love restore ;
PSALM 81. S. M.
The warnings of God to his people.
And make a joyful noise :
Let Israel hear his voice. 2 « From vile idolatry
“ Preserve my worship clean ; "I am the Lord who set thee free
“ From slavery and sin.
“ And I'll supply them well ; " “But if ye will refuse your God,
66 If Israel well, rebel,
" To their own lusts a prey,
“ 'Tis their own chosen way. 5 “ Yet O, that all my saints
“ Would hearken to my voice! - Soon would I ease their sore complaints,
“ And bid their hearts rejoice. 6 “While I destroy'd their foes,
“ Yd richly feed my flock, " And they should taste the stream, that flows6. From their eternal Rock."
PSALM 82. L. M..
A MONG th'
assemblies of the great,
2 Why will ye then frame wicked laws?
Or why support th' unrighteous cause?
That sinners yex the saints no more? 3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know;
Dark are the ways in which they go :
For they shall fall, and die like men. 4 Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son
Possess his universal throne;
PSALM 83. S. M.
grace Perpetual silence keep? The God of justice hold his peace,
And let his vengeance sleep?
The men of mischief spread!
Lift up their threat'ning head.
Their counsels they employ ?
Pursues them to destroy.
“ To root them from the ground; « Till not the name of saints remain,
“Nor mem'ry shall be found.'* 5 Awake, almighty God!
And call thy wrath to mind : Give them like forests to the fire,
Or stubble to the wind.
6 Convince their madness, Lord,
And make them seek thy name': Or else their stubborn rage confound,
That they may die in shame. 7 Then shall the nations know
That glorious dreadful word:
And thou the sov'reign Lord.
The pleasure of public worship.
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
So far from all my joys, and thee?
And for her young provides her nest;
That pleasure which his children want? 4 Blest are the saints who sit on high,
Around thy throne of majesty;
And all their work is praise and love. 9 Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace :
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 6 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate :
7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heav'n at length;
Grace and glory.
The joy, that from thy presence springs: To spend one day, with thee on earth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace;
pow'r, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our sun, he makes our day;
God is our shield, he guards our way
From foes without and foes within. 4 All needful grace God will bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too :
No real good from upright souls.
The glorious hosts of heav'n obey;
Longing for the house of God.
pleasant and how fair
Thine earthly temples are
2 The sparrow for her young
With pleasure seeks a nest,
To find their wonted rest :
Where God appoints to hear!
pay Their constant service there! They praise thee still ; and happy they That love the way to Zion's hill. 4. They go from strength to strength,
Thro' this dark vale of tears; 'Till each arrives at length;
"Till each in heav'n appears. O glorious seat, when God our King Shall thither bring our willing feet! 5 To spend one sacred day,
Where God and saints abide,
Than thousand days beside :
Our light and our defence ;
We draw our blessings thence:
His hand no good withholds