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PSALM 27. First Part. C.M.
The Church is our delight and safety. (cont.)

  3 Shall hear thy messages of love,
   And there enquire thy will.
  4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,
   There may his children hide:
God has a strong pavilion, where
   He makes my soul abide.
  5 Now shall my head be lifted high
   Above my foes around;
And songs of joy and victory
   Within thy temple sound.

PSALM 27. Second Part. C.M.
Prayer and hope.

  1 SOON as I heard my Father say,
   "Ye children, seek my grace;"
My heart reply 'd, without delay,
   "I'll seek my Father's face."
  2 Let not thy face be hid from me,
   Nor frown my soul away:
God of my life, I fly to thee
   In a distressing day.
  3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear,
   Leave me to want, or die;
My God would make my life his care,
   And all my need supply.
  4 My fainting flesh had dy'd with grief;
   Had not my soul believ'd,
Thy grace would soon provide relief;
   Nor was my hope deceiv'd.
  5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
   And keep your courage up:
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
   And far exceed your hope.

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PSALM 28. L.M.
Prayer and praise, for deliverance from Enemies.

  1 O GOD of grace, my cry attend!
Lest, like the sons of guilt become,
Beguil'd by Satan, I descend
With hopeless wretches to the tomb.
  2 To thee my humble sighs arise;
With lifted hands, on thee I call;
Lord, hear my fervent pray'rs and cries,
Nor leave me in despair to fall.
  3 Oh save my soul from shame and sin;
Nor let my heedless footsteps go,
Where harden'd wretches swift decline
Down the broad way to endless woe.
  4 While peace their flatt'ring lips proclaim,
And love profess, and hope impart;
They blast their neighbour's honest fame,
And wing their arrows to his heart.
  5 But, while they plant the secret snare,
Thy searching eyes their path regard:
Thy hands their dreadful doom prepare,
And mete their guilt its just reward.
  6 Because their hearts thy works despise,
Thy works of wisdom, grace, and pow'r:
Thy hand, regardless of their cries,
Shall sink them, that they rise no more.
  7 Blest be the Lord, who heard my pray'r;
The Lord my shield, my help, my song;
Who sav'd my soul from sin and fear;
And tun'd with praise my thankful tongue.
  8 In the dark hour of deep distress,
By foes beset, of death afraid;
My spirit trusted in his grace,
And sought, and found his heav'nly aid.

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