4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high!
Where can a creature hide!

Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on every side.

o 5 So let thy grace surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Secured by sovereign love.

PAUSE. Windsor.

a 6 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire,
Forgotten and unknown?

In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,—
In heaven thy glorious throne.

e 7 Should I suppress my vital breath,
To 'scape the wrath divine;

o Thy voice could break the bars of death, And make the grave resign.

-8 If, winged with beams of morning light,
I fly beyond the West;

Thy hand, which must support my flight,
Would soon betray my rest.

9 If o'er my sins I think to draw

The curtains of the night;

o Those flaming eyes that guard thy law, Would turn the shades to light.

g 10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour,

Are both alike to thee:

e O may I ne'er provoke that Power, From which I cannot flee.

C. M. SECOND PART.

Colchester. [*]

Wisdom of God in the Formation of Man.

W And all my frame survey,

WHEN I, with pleasing wonder, stand,

Lord, 'tis thy work! I own thy hand
Thus built my humble clay.

2 Thy hand my heart and reins possessed,
Where unborn nature grew;

Thy wisdom all my features traced,
And all my members drew.

3 Thine eye with nicest care surveyed
The growth of every part;

Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid,
Was copied by thy art.

o 4 Heaven, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind,
Show me thy wondrous skill;

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But I review myself, and find
Diviner wonders still.

g 5 Thy awful glories round me shine;
My flesh proclaims thy praise:
Lord, to thy works of nature join
Thy miracles of grace.

C. M. THIRD PART. York. [*]
The Mercies of God innumerable.

1 LORD, when I count thy mercies o'er,

They strike me with surprise;

o Not all the sands that spread the shore To equal numbers rise.

e 2 My flesh with fear and wonder standsThe product of thy skill;

o And hourly blessings from thy hands Thy thoughts of love reveal.

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-3 These on my heart by night I keep; How kind, how dear to me!

o O may the hour that ends my sleep, Still find my thoughts with thee.

PSALM 141. L. M. Worship. Dresden. [*]

Ver. 2, 3, 4, 5. Watchfulness and Brotherly Love. God, accept my early vows,

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And let my nightly worship rise,
Sweet as the evening sacrifice.

house;

e 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,

From every rash and heedless word:

Nor let my feet incline to tread The guilty path where sinners lead. 30 may the righteous, when I stray, Smite and reprove my wandering way! o Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.

e 4 When I behold them pressed with grief,
I'll cry to heaven for their relief;
-And, by my warm petitions, prove
How much I prize their faithful love.

PSALM 142. C. M. Isle of Wight. [b]

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God the Hope of the Helpless.

God I made my sorrows known,
From God I sought relief;

In long complaints, before his throne,
I poured out all my grief.

p 2 My soul was overwhelmed with woes,
My heart began to break;

My God, who all my burden knows,
He knows the way I take.

3 On every side I cast mine eye,
And found my helpers gone;
While friends and strangers passed me by,
Neglected and unknown.

o 4 Then did I raise a louder cry,
And called thy mercy near;

d "Thou art my portion when I die,"Be thou my refuge here."

e 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, Now let thine ear attend;

And make my foes, who vex me, know
I've an Almighty Friend.

6 From my sad prison set me free,
Then shall I praise thy name;
And holy men shall join with me,
Thy kindness to proclaim.

PSALM 143. L. M.

Geneva.

[b]

Complaint and Hope.

a 1 MY righteous Judge, my gracious God,

Hear, when I spread my hands abroad,

And cry for succour from thy throne;
O make thy truth and mercy known.

e 2 [Let judgment not against me pass,
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace:
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there.

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 forever hide his love?]

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7 My God, thy long delay to save
Will sink thy prisoner 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. FIRST PART. Bedford. [*]

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V. 1, 2. Aid and Victory in Spiritual Warfare.

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NOREVER 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 victory mine;
And his shall be the praise.

C. M. SECOND PART.. Reading. [b] v.3,4,5,6. Vanity of Man, and Condescension of God. P1LORD, what is man, poor feeble man,

Born of the earth at first!

His life a shadow, light and vain,
Still hasting to the dust!

20 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!

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L. M. Shoel. [*]

V. 12-15. The happy City and Nation.
APPY the city where their sons,

H Like pillars round a palace set,

And daughters, bright as polished 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 endowed;
But more divinely blest are those,