4 He those in justice guides
Who his direction seek;

And in his sacred paths shall lead
The humble and the meek.

5 Through all the ways of God
Both truth and mercy shine,
To such as with religious hearts
To his blest will incline.

1 Judge me, O Lord; my trust art thou;
Examine, prove my heart;

Try thou my reins, that I from thee
May never more depart.

2 Thy loving kindness and thy truth
I set before my eyes;

Hence ye deceitful, who delight
In vanity and lies.

3 My hands I'll wash in innocence,
By thine almighty grace,

Then haste to pay thee all my vows,
And offer up my praise.

4 Thy temple, Lord, will I frequent,
Where all thy saints repair:
My soul exults with sacred joy,
To tell thy wonders there.

O how I love thy sacred courts,
Where prayer and praise arise!
There, where thy honour dwells, I find
My foretaste of the skies.

6 Lord with the just appoint my lot,
To walk thy holy ways,

Till with thy saints, enthron'd on high,
I chaunt eternal praise.

1 One wish, with holy transport warm,
My heart has form'd, and yet shall form:
That in thy presence I may stand,
And share the blessings of thy hand.

2 One gift I ask; that to my end,
Fair Zion's dome I may attend;
There, joyful, find a sure abode,
And view the beauty of my God.
3 For he within his hallow'd shrine
My secret refuge shall assign,

And, while the storms around me beat,
Fix on the rock my
steadfast feet.

4 Then shall my head exalted rise

Above surrounding enemies;

While, with my warmest love bestow'd,
My off'rings shall his altar load.

1 Thou sacred spring of all my joys,
Whene'er I raise my plaintive voice,
O let thy plenteous mercy hear,
And answer all my humble pray'r.
2 When thou, with condescending grace,
Hast bid me seek thy smiling face,
My heart replied to thy kind word:
"Thee will I seek, all gracious Lord.”
3 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!
4 Should every earthly friend depart,
And nature leave a parent's heart,

Yet thou, on whom my hopes depend,
Wilt be my Father and my Friend.
5 While enemies and fears alarm,
Extend, O Lord, thy guardian arm;
Uphold me in thy sacred way,
And from thee let me never stray.

PSALM XXIX.

(III. 1.)

1 Sing ye sons of might! O sing
Praise to heaven's eternal king!
Raise to him some new-taught song;
To his praise the note prolong.

2 Power and strength to him assign;
Bow before his hallow'd shrine;
Yield the homage that his name
From our hearts and lips may claim.
3 Hark! his voice in thunder breaks:
Hush'd to silence while he speaks,
Ocean's waves from pole to pole
Hear the awful accents roll,

4 See the loftiest trees o'erthrown,
Cedars of proud Lebanon;

Mountains rooted from their seat,
At the dreaded sounds retreat.

5 Now the bursting clouds give way,
And the vivid lightnings play:
Now the wilds, by man untrod,
Tremble at th' approaching God..
6 O'er the desolated waste

Oft the dreaded sounds have past;
Oft the fiery bolt invades
Lebanon's profoundest shades.
7 Prostrate, on the sacred floor,
Israel's sons his name adore;

While his acts to every tongue
Yield its argument of song.

8 God the swelling surge commands;
Firm his throne forever stands-
God his people shall increase,

Arm with strength, and bless with peace.

1 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.

2 His mercy chas'd the shades of death,
And snatch'd me from the grave:
His praise shall now employ that breath
Which mercy deigns to save.

3 His frown what mortal can sustain?
But soon his anger dies;
His life-restoring smile again
Returns, and sorrow flies.

4 Her deepest gloom when sorrow spreads,
And light and hope depart,
His smile celestial morning spreads,
And joy revives the heart.

PART II. 10-12.

1 Hear, O my God, in mercy hear,
Attend my plaintive cry;
Be thou my gracious helper near,
And bid my sorrows fly.

2 Again I hear thy voice divine,
New joys exulting bound;
My robes of mourning I resign,
And gladness girds me round.

(c. M.)

3 Then let my utmost glory be
To raise thy honours high;
Nor let my gratitude to thee
In guilty silence die.

4 To thee, my gracious God, I raise
My thankful heart and tongue;
O be thy goodness and thy praise
My everlasting song.

PSALM XXXI. 19-23.

(L. M.)

1 O how shall all who seek thy love
The fulness of thy bounty prove!
And teach th' admiring world to see
How blest the souls that trust in thee.

2 Thy gracious hand shall near thee hide
These happy children of thy care;
In thy pavilion they abide,

Nor pride nor slander reach them there. 3 Blest be the Lord, forever blest, Whose mercy bids my fears remove; The sacred walls which guard my rest Are his almighty power and love. 4 "Now I am banish'd from thine eye," I once lamented in despair;

But thou my God didst hear my cry, And gracious answer'd all my pray'r. 5 While on the proud his hand bestows A dreadful and a just reward; Ye saints to whom his mercy flows, O love, forever, love the Lord.

PSALM XXXII.

1-7. (L. M.)

The second penitential psalm: for Ash Wednesday.

1 Blest is the man, supremely blest, Whose sins are pardon'd by his God;