Wells.

PSALM

LXV.

O THOU, from whom my humble pray's

Did foon obtain a willing ear!
To Thee fhall all mankind repair,
Shall all before thy throne appear.

Bleft is the man, who near Thee plac'd
Thy facred courts and dwelling loves!
With humble mind and virtue grac'd
Thy temple's fure delights he proves.

The fea fubfides at thy command,

The stormy winds are hush'd and still;
Thou doft restrain the people's hand,
And crusheft nations at thy will.

Our fins, though great, remember not!
In mercy hear, when thus we pray!
Do Thou wash out the guilty blot,

And cleanse the crimson dye away

L

Rochford.

C

PSALM LXV.

FROM inexhaufted ftores the rain

Descending fills the thirsty ground;
The lands, which barren lay, again
With richest fruits and herbs abound.

Thy gifts, O Lord, the circling year
With fresh returns of plenty crown,
And, where thy glorious paths appear,
The swelling clouds drop fatnefs down.

From floping ridges water pours,

Through vallies low, through furrow'd fields: Thou mak'ft them foft with gentle show'rs: Increafing plenty bleffings yields.

Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn
The cheerful downs.-The vallies bring
A plenteous crop of full-ear'd corn,
And feem for joy to fhout and fing.

PSALM LXVI.

St. David's.

COME, all ye, that fear the Lord,
Approach with awful care,

While I, what God for me hath done,
With grateful joy declare!

The Lord did bend his gracious ear
Whene'er to Him I cry'd ;

Nor, while afflictions round me rose,
His help to me deny'd.

Thanks to his houfe I'll daily bring,
And there my vows will pay,
The vows, which I with zeal did make
In trouble's folemn day.

O bleft for ever be my God,
Who never, when I pray,
Withholds his mercy from my
Or turns his face away!

foul,

PSALM LXVIII.

Ilington.

To

God your voice in gladness raise !
Jehovah's awful name he bears.

In Him rejoice, extol his praise,
Who rides upon the rolling spheres!

Thou, high to heav'n in triumph brought,
Captivity haft captive led;

Peace for thy people Thou haft wrought;

With Thee fhall rise the ransom'd dead,

Rebellion's fons fhall feek thy grace,
And humbled enemies repair

To worship at thy dwelling-place,

And all the world pay homage there.

Ilington.

For bleffings, day by day beftow'd,
Be daily God's great name ador'd!-
He is our Saviour and our God,

Of life and death the fov'reign Lord.