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PSALMS.

How blest is he whose failing heart By Thee is saved from sin; Secur'd against the Tempter's art, All holiness within.

His faith shall flourish, like a tree The living stream beside; His heart from pain and passion free, His God his friend and guide.

II.

Oh! may we daily to the Cross Uplift our hearts and eyes,

And think the world's whole wealth but loss, To win that glorious prize.

P. 67. Angel's.

Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new, And morning mercies from above Gently descend like early dew. Thou spread'st the curtain of the night, Great Guardian of our sleeping hours; Thy sov'reign word restores the light, And quickens all our drowsy powers. Thine arm sustain'd us while we slept, Else had our eyelids clos'd in death; Our life in safety still is kept,

And still we draw our wonted breath. That life we yield to Thy command, To Thee we conseerate our days; Perpetual blessings from Thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.

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P. 55. Tallis.

THOU, Gracious Lord, art my defence, On my Thou art my glory, and shalt raise My drooping head on high.