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PSALMS.

Oh! hear, and to my longing eyes Restore Thy wonted light; Nor let my sun of comfort set In everlasting night.

Then shall my song, with praise inspired, To Thee, my God, ascend;

Who to Thy servant in distress Such bounty didst extend.

Oh! come, and change my sighs to songs, My grief to lasting joy; And save my life, and bid me still That life to Thee employ.

L.

P. 71. Beethoven,

HAT I

W Lord,' tis enough that Thou art mine.

I shall behold Thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. This life's a dream- an empty show; But that bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere ,­When shall I wake and find me there? O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near and like my God; And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul. My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; Then burst its chains with glad surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise.

P. 9. Belgrave.

O.V. C.

THE Lord descended from above, most

And underneath His feet He cast The darkness of the sky: