Psalm V.
(First Version)
Lord, in our hearts the feelings read,
Which words can ill express:
O, 'tis a pleasant task to plead,
With one so prompt to bless!
To Thee, O Lord, our voice shall rise,
Each morn with homage due:
To Thee we lift our waking eyes;
Lift Thou our spirits too!
Into Thy house 'tis good to come,
And muse on all Thy love,
And look on to a better home,
In Thy fair house above.
O by a safe and easy path
Thy pilgrims thither lead!
For stubborn foes reserve Thy wrath,
Thy people guard and feed.
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