Though in the paths of death I tread, Though in a bare and rugged way, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, JOSEPH ADDISON 76 PSALM XXV [This is the first of the acrostical or alphabetical Psalms. The verses begin with the letters of the Hebrew alphabet in their succession. The translator has preserved the spirit of the original by adhering to the same rule in translation. There is, occasionally, in the Hebrew, an omission of a single letter in its order. The translator has allowed himself the same latitude.] A spires my soul to Thee, O Lord; Come shame on none that wait on Thee, E xpecting Thy delivering feet, My God, I hark from morn till eve; G race is Thine own; in grace forget Just is the Lord; in judgment's hour His hand shall guard th'afflicted cause; K ind is the Lord; and kind His power Enfolds the heart that loves His laws. Lord, for Thy sake blot out my shame, Though broad and deep its blackness be: Mine be his lot who fears Thy name, And free and peaceful walks with Thee. No ill shall shake his household shrine; His seed their own fair land shall hold; On such the faithful Lord shall shine, Till all His secret truth be told. Patient, I keep my Lord in sight; He from the snare my feet shall free: Return with Thy bright mercy's light, And all my dark'ning troubles see. See how my heart's sad path they crowd; Up to Thy throne my hopes arise; Redeem Thine Israel, Lord, from woe! REV. GEORGE BURGESS 77 PSALM XXIX In the beauty of holiness, worship the Lord; It is He that we hear in the storm's wild commotion; While men in His temple adore and rejoice. 'Tis the Lord in the deep-rolling thunder we hear, While the untrodden wilderness trembles with fear; O'er the high-tossing billows unseen is His way; Him the floods, and the flames, and the whirlwinds obey. He spreads o'er His people the wings of His love, And gives them the peace which descends from above; Then give Him the glory and praise evermore, 78 PSALM XLII MRS. FOLLEN As the frightened, stricken deer Night and day have seen my tears; O'er departed hours I mourn, Why art thou cast down, my soul? Hope in God, for thou shalt yet O my God, my spirit faints; Overwhelms my sinking soul. Yet Thy lovingkindness, Lord, Why art thou cast down, my soul? Thy salvation and thy God. MRS. FOLLEN 79 PSALM LXI Wilt thou listen, O God, to my prayer; Lead my heart, overwhelmed with despair, O Thou Refuge for all the oppressed, I will rest in the shade of Thy wing. For my prayer, O my God, Thou wilt hear, To those who shall serve Thee with fear, MRS. FOLLEN |