And thy blessing, Lord, doth dwell

With thy chosen Israel.

PSALM VIII.

By Joseph Bryan.

Deus noster, &c.

1. LORD, our God, how full of glory

Is thy name! how large thy story
All the earth throughout!

Thou thy glory high hast reached,
By no means to be impeached

By the hell-born rout.

2. Thou the wise ones hast refused,

And hast babes and sucklings used

To declare thy might.

Strength in them thou hast ordained,
That thy foes might be restrained,
Still subdued quite.

3. When the Heavens I do ponder,

Which thou hast stretch'd out with wonder,

Curtain-like to sight;

And that glorious eye, all seeing,

Quickning all things that have being,
Moon and stars so bright.

4. What is man, of dust composed, That thy mind is so disposed

To him, Lord, I say?

What is man, that thou shouldst mind him,
Or man's son, to have assign'd him,
Lord, thy care alway?

5. Lord, thou art a free bestower:

Thou hast made him little lower

Than the angels were!

Thou with worship hast renown'd him,
And with might and glory crown'd him,
For thy Viceroy here.

6. Thou hast given him domination

On the works thy hands did fashion,

Even on them all.

All things under his protection

Thou hast put, and in subjection

At his feet they fall.

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:

1

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;