To conduct me to thy hill,
And thy dwelling, holy still.

4. Then unto thine altar I
With oblations will hie,
Offering there to thee, who art
Joy and gladness to my heart,
And upon my harp will sing
Praise to thee, O God, my king.

5. O, my soul, O, why art thou
So cast down? so heavy now?
And why art thou in my breast
So disturbed of thy rest?
Wait on God, be patient,

And in him be confident.

Yet I will remain the same,

To give thanks to his great name;

For he is my God of Might,

Who my countenance sets right.

PSALM LIV.

By Joseph Bryan.

1. O GOD, from them that grudge me Preserve me by thy name;

And by thy power judge me,

And put my foes to shame.

2. O hear my supplication,
For I am poor and weak;
Hear, hear with acceptation
The tear-dew'd words I speak.

3. For strangers have insulted
In pride, on my poor state;
Fell tyrants have consulted
My soul to ruinate.

These tyrants have not placed
Thy fear before their face,
But would have me defaced,
Me, me, that thee embrace.

4. Behold, ye godly livers,

God, help to me doth send,

And to my succour-givers

Is an assisting friend.

5. With plagues he shall repay them,
That, causeless, are my foes,

O cut them off, and slay them;
Thy truth is my repose.

6. My fatlings then I'll tender,
And offerings to thee make;
And praise to thee I'll render
For thy great mercy's sake.

7. Thou hast freed me from trouble,
And my long tear-fraught eyes
Have seen thy plagues redouble
Upon mine enemies.

PSALM LVI.

By Joseph Bryan.

1. STEP to my rescue; Lord, for thou dost see

Men, all enraged, would devour me;

They never cease to fight

'Gainst me, my soul to spight.

2. My foes, their throats stretching sepulchral wide, Would daily, whale-like, swallow me. Beside, O thou Most High, they be

Not few that trouble me.

3. Though fear sometime my frailty may endure,

4.

5.

6.

Yet trusting, Lord, in thee, I rest secure.

My thankful soul thy praise

Shall for thy promise raise;

And trusting in my God, I will not fear
For aught an arm of flesh can do or dare.
They wrest my words intent

To that I never meant;

And all their teeming brain is big withal
Is to procure my mischief and my fall.

They hold together still,

Like brethren in ill.

They lie in ambush close, and narrowly

Marking my steps, into mine actions pry;

Still lying wait to trap

My soul by some mishap.

7. Yet they applaud themselves, and soothing guess

That they shall 'scape, for all their wickedness;
But with an ireful frown,

Thou, Lord, shalt cast them down.

8. Lord, thou dost see, and mark, and number those My restless flittings from my ruthless foes,

So fierce they are, that I

Still for my life must fly.

O put my tears into thy bottle, till

Thy vials, with the drops mine eyes distil,
Thou dost record my throes,

For proofs against my foes.

9. Whene'er, O Lord, I cry to thee for aid,

My foes shall fly all heartless and dismay'd;
I on this anchor ride:

Thou, Lord, art on my side.

10. I will cheer up my heart and fainting voice, And in thy word, O Lord, will I rejoice; And, for thy promise sake,

To comfort me betake.

11. O God, my strength, I put my trust in thee! What shall I fear that man can do to me?