2 The good man's way is God's delight, He orders all the steps aright Of him that moves by his command Though he sometimes may be distress'd, Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd, For God upholds him with His hand. 3 The upright shall possess the land, His portion shall for ages stand; His mouth with wisdom is supplied; His tongue by rules of judgment moves, His heart the law of God approves, Therefore his footsteps never slide. PSALM 39. 1 LORD, number out my life and days How long my life shall last. 3 Man walketh like a shade, and doth In getting goods, and cannot tell 4 Therefore, O Lord what wait I for? Truly my hope is e'en in Thee, PSALM 40. 1 I WAITED meekly for the Lord, 1 He took me from the dismal pit, When founder'd deep in miry clay; 4 Who can the wondrous works recount, PSALM 41. 1 HAPPY the man whose tender care When troubles compass him around, 2 The Lord his life, with blessings crown'd, In safety shall prolong: And disappoint the will of those That seek to do him wrong. 3 Thy tender care secures my life And Thou vouchsaf'st to set me still 4 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God PSALM 42. 7 1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase; So longs my soul, O God, for Thee, 2 For thee, my God, the living God, O! when shall I behold thy face, 3 God of my strength, how long shall I, Like one forgotten, mourn? Forlorn, forsaken and expos'd To my oppressor's scorn? 4 Why restless, why cast down my soul? Hope still, and thou shalt sing The praise of Him who is thy God, PSALM 43. 1 LET me with light and truth be blest, Be these my guides, to lead the way; Till on Thy holy hill I rest, And in Thy sacred temple pray. 2 Then will I there fresh altars raise 3 Why then cast down, my soul? and why PSALM 46. 1 GOD is our refuge in distress, Torn piece-meal by the roaring tide. 2 A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our Lord shall fill, The royal seat of God most high: God dwells in Sion, whose fair tow'rs Shall mock th' assaults of earthly pow'rs, While His almighty aid is nigh. 3 Submit to God's almighty sway, For Him the heathen shall obey, And earth her sov'reign Lord confess : PSALM 51. 1 HAVE mercy Lord, on me, 2 Wash off my foul offence, And cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crime, and see 3 In guilt each part was form'd In guilt I was conceiv'd and born 4 With hyssop purge me, Lord, I shall with snow in whiteness vie, 5 Withdraw not Thou thy help, |