5 For God, who is our Sun and Shield,- PSALM LXXXIV. O. V. I HOW pleafant is thy Dwelling-Place, O Lord of Hofts, to me? The Tabernacles of thy Grace, how pleasant, Lord, they be! 2 My Soul doth long full fore to go into thy Courts abroad; My heart and Flesh cry out also for thee the living God. 3 O they be bleffed that may dwell For they all Times thy Facts do tell, 4 Yea, happy fure likewise are they, 5 From Strength to Strength they go full faft, no Faintness there shall be: And fo the God of God's at laft in Sion they do fee. PSALM. XCI. ISO teach us, Lord, th' uncertain Sum of our fhort Days to mind; That to true Wisdom all our Hearts may ever be inclin’d. 2 O to thy Servants, Lord, return, As we of our Mitdeeds, do thou 3 To fatisfy and cheer our Souls, That we may all our Days to come, 5 To all thy Servants, Lord, let this PSALM XCII. HOW good and pleasant must it be to thank the Lord most high! And with repeated Hymns of Praise, his Name to magnify! 2 With ev'ry Morning's early Dawn, his Goodness to relate; And of his conftant 'Truth each Night, the glad Effects repeat. 3 To ten-ftring'd Inftruments we'll fing, with tuneful Pfalt'ries join'd; And And to the Harp, with folemn Sounds, for facred Ufe defign'd. 4 For thro' thy wond'rous Works, O Lord, thou mak'ft my Heart rejoice; The Thoughts of them fhall make me glad, and fhout with cheerful Voice. PSALM XCIII. I WITH Glory clad, withStrength array'd, the Lord, that o'er all Nature reigns, The World's Foundation ftrongly laid, and the vast Fabric ftill fuftains. 2 How fure establish'd is thy Throne, which fhall no C'hange or Period fee! For thou, O Lord, and thou alone, art God from all Eternity. 3 The Floods, O Lord, lift up their Voice, and tofs the troubled Waves on high; But God above can ftill their Noise, and make the angry Sea comply. 4 Thy Promife, Lord, is ever fure ; and they that in thy House would dwell, That happy Station to secure, muft ftill in Holinefs excel. PSALM XCV. Come, loud Anthems let us fing, Loud Thanks to our almighty King, For we our Voices high fhould raise, When our Salvation's Rock we praise. 2 Into his Presence let us hafte, 3 A King fuperior far to all, Whom, by his Title, God we call. 5 The rolling Ocean's vaft Abyss I PSALM XCVI. SING to the Lord a new-made Song; 2 Proclaim aloud, Jehovah reigns, Let therefore Heav'n new Joys confefs, And for this Triumph find a Voice. 3 For Joy let fertile Vallies fing, The cheerful Groves their Tribute bring; The Lord's Approach to celebrate, His Circuit thro' the Earth to take; PSALM XCVI. O. V. ISING ye with Praife unto the Lord, new Songs with Joy and Mirth: Sing unto him with one Accord, Declare and fhew from Day to Day 3 Among the People all declare his Honour round about: To fhew his Wonders do not spare in all the World throughout. 4 For why? the Lord is great in Might, and worthy of all Praife: And |