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PSALM 20. L.M.
Prayer in time of war. (cont.)

6	Oh may the mem'ry of thy name Inspire our armies for the fight! Our foes shall fall and die with shame, Or quit the field with shameful flight.
7	Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear; Now let our hope be firm and strong; 'Till thy salvation shall appear, And joy and triumph raise the song.

PSALM 21. First Part. C.M.
Pious rulers are the care of heaven.

1	OUR rulers, Lord, with songs of praise    Should in thy strength rejoice; And, blest with thy salvation, raise    To heav'n their cheerful voice.
2	Thy sure defence thro' nations round    Has spread their honours far; And their successful measures crown'd,    Alike in peace and war.
3	Then let them still on God rely    For wisdom, and for grace; His mercy shall their wants supply,    And save our happy race.

PSALM 21. Second Part. C.M.
A song of praise for peace and national blessings.

1	IN thee, great God, with songs of praise,    Our favour'd realms rejoice; And, blest with thy salvation, raise    To heav'n their cheerful voice.
2	Thy sure defence, from foes around,    Hath spread our rising name; And all our feeble efforts crown'd    With freedom and with fame.
3	In deep distress our injur'd land    Implor'd thy pow'r to save:

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PSALM 21. Second Part. C.M.
A song of praise for peace and national blessings. (cont.)

3	For peace we pray'd; thy bounteous hand    The timely blessing gave.
4	Thy mighty arm, eternal pow'r,    Oppos'd their deadly aim; In mercy swept them from our shore,    And spread their sails with shame.
5	On thee, in want, in woe, or pain,    Our hearts alone rely: Our rights thy mercy will maintain,    And all our wants supply.
6	Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous pow'r declare,    And still exalt thy fame; While we glad songs of praise prepare    To thine Almighty name.

PSALM 21. Third Part. C.M.
Christ exalted to the kingdom.

1	DAVID rejoic'd in God, his strength, Rais'd to the throne by special grace; But Christ, the Son appears at length, Fulfils the triumph and the praise.
2	How great is the Messiah's joy In the salvation of thy hand! Lord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high, And giv'n the world to his command.
3	Whate'er he wills thy goodness gives, Nor doth the least request withhold: Blessings attend him while he lives, And crowns of glory, not of gold.
4	Around his sacred temples shine, Th' Eternal's uncreated rays: All pow'r is his, and grace divine, And length of everlasting days.
5	But as a fiery oven glows With raging heat, and burning coals;