3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see
The mighty woes that burden me;
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long buried and forgot.]
p 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen;
My heart is desolate within:
My thoughts in musing silence trace
The ancient wonders of thy grace.
-5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope,
To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hand to God again,
And thirst, like parched lands for rain.
e 6 [For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;
When will thy smiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove?
And God for ever hide his love?]
p 7 My God, thy long delay to save
Will sink thy pris'ner to the grave:
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye,
-Make haste to help-before I die.
p 8 [The night is witness to my tears;
Distressing pains, distressing fears!
O might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my weary soul rejoice!]
9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,-
And lift my weary soul on high:
For thee sit waiting all the day,-
And wear the tiresome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show, Which is the path my feet should go: If snares and foes beset the road, o I flee to hide me near my God. -11 Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heavenly hill; Let the good Spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above.
12 [Then shall my soul no more complain;
The tempter then shall rage in vain:
And flesh, that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more.]
PSALM 144. C. M. 1st Part. Bedford. [*]
V. 1, 2-Aid and Victory in Spiritual Warfare
OR ever blessed be the Lord,
My Saviour and my Shield;
He sends his Spirit with his word,
To arm me for the field.
2 When sin and hell their force unite,
He makes my soul his care;
Instructs me to the heavenly fight,
And guards me through the war.
3 A Friend and Helper, so divine,
Doth my weak courage raise:
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine;
And his shall be the praise.
C. M. 2nd Part. Reading. [b]
V. 3, 4, 5, 6.—Vanity of Man, and Condescension of God.
ORD, what is man, poor feeble man,
Born of the earth at first!
His life a shadow, light and vain,
Still hasting to the dust!
2 Oh what is feeble, dying man,
Or any of his race,
-That God should make it his concern,
To visit him with grace!
g 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down.
Who shakes the worlds above!
And mountains tremble at his frown-
How wondrous is his love!
V. 12—15.—The Happy City and Nation.
APPY the city where their sons,
Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the country, where the sheep,
Cattle, and corn, have large increase;
Where men securely work or sleep,
Nor sons of plunder break their peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd;
But more divinely blest are those,
On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself, with all his grace, bestows.
PSALM 145. L. M. Green's. Nantwich. [*]
MY God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
u 2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for thee.
3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows, an endless stream:
Thy mercy swift; thine anger slow,-
e But dreadful to the stubborn foe.
g 4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine,
And speak thy majesty divine
Let ev'ry realm with joy proclaim
The sound and honour of thy name.
o 5 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labour of their tongue.
e 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
-Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds:
Vast-and unsearchable thy ways,
Vast-and immortal be thy praise.
C. M. 1st Part. Barby. Mitcham. [*]
Ver. 1-7, 11-13.-The Greatness of God
ONG as I live I'll bless thy name,
My King, my God of love;
My work and joy shall be the same,
In the bright world above.
-2 Great is the Lord; his power unknown; And let his praise be great :
I'll sing the honours of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.
o 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; And while my lips rejoice,
The men, who hear my sacred song,
Shall join their cheerful voice.
-4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy Name,
And children learn thy ways;
o Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.
u 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancier. date
Shall through the world be known;
Thine arm of power, thy heavenly state,
With public splendour shown
g 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands;
Thy saints are rul'd by love:
And thine eternal kingdom stands,—
Though rocks and hills remove.
C. M. 2nd Part. Swanwick. [*]
Ver. 7, &c.-The Goodness of God. WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, My God, my heavenly King;
Let age to age thy righteousness,
In sounds of glory sing.
-2 God reigns on high; but ne'er confines His goodness to the skies:
• Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And ev'ry want supplies.
e 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food;
o Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, And fills their mouth with good.
e 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves!
o But soon he sends his pard'ning word,
To cheer the souls he loves.
o 5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy power and praise proclaim;
But saints, who taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.
C. M. 3rd Part. Sunday. [*]
Ver. 14-17, &c. Mercy to Sufferers
ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou sovereign Lord of all!
Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor who fall.
2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,-
Or virtue lies distress'd,
Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,-
Thou giv'st the mourners rest.
3 The Lord supports our tott'ring days,
And guides our giddy youth;
Holy and just are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.
4 He knows the pain his servants feel;
He hears his children cry:
And, their best wishes to fulfil,
His grace is ever nigh.
5 His mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere :
He saves the souls, whose humble love
Is join'd with holy fear.
6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay,
And pierce their hearts with pain;
But none, who serve the Lord, shall say,
They sought the Lord in vain.
7 My lips shall dwell upon his praise,
And spread his fame abroad;
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honours of their God.]
PSALM 146. L. M. Old Hundred. [*]
Praise for Divine Goodness and Truth.
[PRAISE ye the Lord; my heart shall join In works so pleasant, so divine, Now, while the flesh is mine abode, And when my soul ascends to God. 2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers, While immortality endures;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life and thought and being last.
3 Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust:
Their breath departs, their pomp and power,
And thoughts all vanish in an hour.]
4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God: He made the sky,
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