Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine!
Want shall never more be mine.
In a pasture fair and large
He shall feed His happy charge,
And my couch with tenderest care
'Midst the springing grass prepare.

When I faint with summer's heat,
He shall lead my weary feet
To the streams that, still and slow,
Through the verdant meadows flow.
He my soul anew shall frame;
And, His mercy to proclaim,
When through devious paths I stray,
Teach my steps the better way.

Though the dreary vale I tread
By the shades of death o'erspread;
There I walk from terror free,
While my every wish I see

By Thy rod and staff supplied-
This my guard, and that my guide.

While my foes are gazing on,
Thou Thy favoring care hast shown;
Thou my plenteous board hast spread;
Thou with oil refreshed my head;
Filled by Thee, my cup o'erflows;
For Thy love no limit knows.
Constant, to my latest end,

This my footsteps shall attend,
And shall bid Thy hallowed dome

Yield me an eternal home.

JAMES MERRICK

Say: How wonderful Thy deeds!
Lord, Thy power all power exceeds!
Conquest on Thy sword doth sit-
Trembling foes through fear submit.
Let the many-peopled earth,
All of high and humble birth,
Worship our eternal king-
Hymns unto His honor sing.
Come, and see what God hath wrought
Terrible to human thought!

He the billows did divide,

Walled with waves on either side,

While we passed safe and dry;
Then our souls were rapt with joy.
Endless His dominion-

All beholding from His throne.
Let not those who hate us most,
Let not the rebellious, boast.
Bless the Lord! His praise be sung
While an ear can hear a tongue!
He our feet establisheth;
He our souls redeems from death.

Lord, as silver purified,

Thou hast with affliction tried;
Thou hast driven into the net,
Burdens on our shoulders set.
Trod on by their horse's hooves—
Theirs whom pity never moves—
We through fire, with flames embraced,
We through raging floods have passed;
Yet by Thy conducting hand
Brought into a wealthy land.

I will to Thy house repair,
Worship, and Thy power declare—
Offerings on Thy altar lay,
All my vows devoutly pay,

Uttered with my heart and tongue,
When oppressed with powerful wrong.
Fatlings I will sacrifice;

Incense in perfume shall rise-
Bullocks, shaggy goats, and rams,
Offered up in sacred flames.

You who great Jehovah fear,
Come, oh come, you blest! and bear
What for me the Lord hath wrought,
Then when near to ruin brought.
Fervently to Him I cried;

I His goodness magnified.
If I vices should affect,

Would not He my prayers reject

But the Lord my prayers hath heard
Which my tongue with tears preferred.
Source of mercy be Thou blest,
That hast granted my request!

GEORGE SANDYS

PSALM LXXI!.

FIRST PART.

GREAT God, whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey,
Now give the kingdom to Thy Son-
Extend His power, exalt His throne!

Thy sceptre well becomes His hands-
All heaven submits to his commands;
His justice shall avenge the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.

With power he vindicates the just,
And treads the oppressor in the dust;
His worship and His fear shall last
Till hours and years, and time, be past.

As rain on meadows newly mown, So shall he send His influence down; His grace on fainting souls distils, Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills.

The heathen lands that lie beneath The shades of overspreading death, Revive at His first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight.

The saints shall flourish in His days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river, from his throne, Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

ISAAC WATTS.

When the morning paints the skies,
When the sparkling stars arise,
Thy high favors to rehearse,
Thy firm faith in grateful verse!
Take the lute and violin;
Let the solemn harp begin-
Instruments strung with ten strings-
While the silver cymbal rings.

From Thy works my joy proceeds;

How I triumph in Thy deeds!
Who Thy wonders can express?

All Thy thoughts are fathomless—
Hid from men, in knowledge blind-
Hid from fools to vice inclined.
Who that tyrant sin obey,

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Though they spring like flowers in May, Parched with heat, and nipped with frost, Soon shall fade, forever lost.

Lord, Thou art most great, most highSuch from all eternity.

Perish shall Thy enemies--
Rebels that against Thee rise.
All who in their sins delight
Shall be scattered by Thy might;
But Thou shalt exalt my horn,
Like a youthful unicorn;
Fresh and fragrant odors shed
On Thy crowned prophet's head.
I shall see my foe's defeat,
Shortly hear of their retreat;
But the just, like palms, shall flourish
Which the plains of Judah nourish-
Like tall cedars mounted on
Cloud-ascending Lebanon.
Plants set in Thy court, below
Spread their roots and upwards grow;
Fruit in their old age shall bring—

Ever fat and flourishing.

This God's justice celebrates—
He, my rock, injustice hates.

GEORGE SANDYS

PSALM XCII.

THOU who art enthroned above-
Thou by whom we live and move!
Oh how sweet, how excellent,

Is 't, with tongue and heart's consent,
Thankful hearts, and joyful tongues,
To renown Thy name in songs-

PSALM O.

WITH One consent let all the earth

To God their cheerful voices raiseGlad homage pay with awful mirth,

And sing before Him songs of praise