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PSALMS.

Why should our souls distrust Thy grace, Or yield to dread despair? Thou wilt fulfil Thy promised word, And grant us all our prayer.

P. 53. St. Pete' s.

0 THOU, to Whom all creatures bow

Within this earthly frame, Thro' all the world how great art Thou! How glorious is Thy Name!

In heav'n Thy wondrous acts are sung, Nor fully reckon'd there;

And yet Thou mak'st the infant tongue Thy boundless praise declare.

When heav'n, thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wond'ring sight:

The moon, that nightly rules the sky, With stars of feebler light:

Lord, what is man, that Thou so lov'st To keep him in Thy mind? Or what his offspring, that Thou prov'st To them so wondrous kind?

P. 11. Belmont

LORD, I will praise thee; all my heart

My lips shall tell how good Thou art, While they can speak Thy name. When countless hosts against me rose, Thy word dispersed them all: My soul, upon thy God repose, He will not let thee fall!

O Refuge of the poor and weak, O Light of the distrest! Thou hearest still when sinners seek, And givest still the best.