PSALM XIX.

George Burgess

Naught hides the word, or stays the strain;
Their music rings o'er land and main:
And utmost earth has heard the sound,
And unknown nature's utmost bound.

There, set on high, the gorgeous sun
From radiant halls exults to run;
A bridegroom from his nuptial place,
A strong man girded for the race.

From heav'n's far bound his journey goes;
At heav'n's far bound his circuits close;
And all is fair beneath his ray,
And all is warm with life and day.

The Lord's converting law is pure;
The Lord's enlight'ning witness, sure;
The Lord's enliv'ning precepts, right;
The Lord's commandment, radiant light;

The Lord's clean fear is endless youth;
The Lord's just judgments, spotless truth;
Far richer than the golden ore,
Far sweeter than the honey'd store.

Safe with such guides, thy servant treads;
And large rewards their path outspreads:
But who can count what steps may slide?
Oh, cleanse the sins that deepest hide!

But chief my suppliant soul restrain
From bolder crime's presumptuous reign:
So, upright shall I walk with thee,
So, guilt's dread blight forever flee.

The words that e'er my lips may part,
The thoughts that e'er may stir my heart,
Let none thy holy presence mock,
Lord, my Redeemer and my Rock!