7. The fleecy sheep, to man so gameful,

The big-boned ox, in work so painful,

And in all the field

Not a beast so fell or raging,

But to man, his wrath assuaging,
Did obeysance yield.

8. All the winged troop swift-gliding
Through the air; the fishes sliding
Through the sea so vast;

Though the air be so unbounded,
And the sea so deep unsounded,

Yet thy doom is past:

All which pass the sea's paths, pathless
Unto man, their homage, wrathless,

Yield, though ne'er so stout.

9. Lord, our God, how full of glory Is thy name! how large the story

All the world throughout!

PSALM XXIII.

By Joseph Bryan.

1. GREAT Jehovah, Jacob's keeper,
Israel's watchman, never-sleeper,
Shepherd-like, vouchsafe to feed
Me, his sheep; what can I need?
He me keeping, none can harm me,
He, the Lord of Hosts, doth arm me.
Good he sends, dispelling ill;
Kindly keeps, and feeds me still.

2. He doth feed me in a pasture

Clad with spring's rich various vesture,
Through which honey-bubbling brooks
Glide in their meandring nooks;

Pasture, to prevent my leanness,

Brooks, to wash me from uncleanness;

Pastures, brooks, to fill my joy;

Brooks in pasture, lest I cloy.

3. He doth bring me, being strayed,
Home, upon his shoulders laid;
Guides me, child-like, in his ways,
For his namesake and his praise:

Seeks me, lost; no pains he spareth;
Bears me, found, and for me careth;
Seeks me, bears me, guides my way,
Wholly lost, and gone astray.

4. Though my walk were Death's sad valley, Whence pale-ashy-shades should sally,

Yet, my God, thou being there,
Dreadless, I no ill would fear,

For thy power o'er Death prevaileth;

At thy good all evil quaileth;

For thy staff and tut'ring rod,

Stay, and comfort me, O God.

5. Thou my table hast enlarged,
And with precious cates surcharged,
In despight and sight of those
Toad-swoln beasts that be my foes.
Balmy oil thou hast appointed,

And therewith my head anointed;
And my cup above the brim

With heart-cheering wine doth swim.

6. Doubtless, Lord, thy grace and favour Not of end or change do savour;

So that I shall spend my days

In thy house, to blaze thy praise.

PSALM XXVI.

By Joseph Bryan.

1. JUDGE, O Lord, mine innocence, And my care to shun offence. Lord, I trust in thee for ever; Therefore shall I still persever.

2. Prove and try me; my affections, Known to thee, need no detections.

3. Lord, thy mercy is the stay, That upholds me in thy way.

4. To lewd men I ne'er assented,

Nor with hollow-hearts frequented.

5. I have had in detestation

Wicked men's association.

6. In mine innocency still

Wash my guiltless hands I will;
And to thee, my safety's-sender,
Vows and offerings will I render,

7. To declare thy preservations Of my soul to generations.

8. In thy temple, in thy sight, Is my joy and soul's delight.

9. Lord, my soul with sinner's suit not; It with bloody men repute not,

10. Who by fraud augment their portion, Whose hands swell with bribes' extortion.

11. In uprightness I'll proceed;

Save me, send me help at need.

12. By thine aid my foot is grounded In thy paths, and not confounded. Lord, I'll praise thee 'mongst all nations,

In the greatest congregations:

And thine altar with oblations

I will load, for oft salvations.