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PSALM 34. Second Part. L.M.
Saints are under the protection of God. (cont.)

1	LORD, I will bless thee ail my days; Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue; My soul shall glory in thy grace; While saints rejoice to hear the song.
2	Come, magnify the Lord with me; Come, let us all exalt his name: I sought th' eternal God, and he Has not expos'd my hope to shame.
3	I told him all my secret grief; My secret groaning reached his ears: He gave my inward pains relief, And calm'd the tumult of my fears.
4	To him the poor lift up their eyes, Their faces feel the heav'nly beam; A beam of mercy, from the skies, Fills them with light and joy supreme.
5	His holy angels pitch their tents Around the men, that serve the Lord: O! fear, and love him, all his saints; Taste of his grace, and trust his word.
6	The wild young lions, pinch'd with pain And hunger, roar thro' all the wood; But none shall seek the Lord in vain, Nor want supplies of real good.

PSALM 34. Third Part. L.M.
Religious education.

1	CHILDREN in years and knowledge young, Your parents' hope, your parents' joy, Attend the counsels of my tongue: Let pious thoughts your minds employ.
2	If you desire a length of days, And peace to crown your mortal state:

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PSALM 34. Third Part. L.M.
Religious education. (cont.)

2	Restrain your feet from impious ways;    Your lips from slander and deceit.
3	The eyes of God regard his saints;    His ears are open to their cries: He sets his frowning face against    The sons of violence, and lies.
4	To humble souls and broken hearts    God with his grace is ever nigh: Pardon and hope his love imparts,    When men in deep contrition lie.
5	He tells their tears, he counts their groans;    His Son redeems their souls from death: His Spirit heals their broken bones;    While they in praise employ their breath.

PSALM 34. Fourth Part. C.M.
Peace and holiness.

1	THE Lord forever guards the just,    His ears attend their cry: When broken spirits dwell in dust,    The God of grace is nigh.
2	What tho' the sorrows, here they taste,    Be sharp and tedious too; The Lord, who saves his saints at last,    Is their supporter now.
3	Evil shall smite the wicked dead;    But God secures his own; Prevents the mischief when they slide,    Or heals the broken bone.
4	When desolation, like a flood,    O'er the proud sinner rolls; Saints find a refuge in their God:    For he redeems their souls.