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Poffeffion of their land

His pow'r and

grace

Are fill the fame;
And let bis name
Have endless praise.]

8 He faw the nations lie
All perishing in fo,
And pity'd the sad state
The ruin'd world was in.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall fill,endure;
And ever fure
Abides by word.

He fent his only Son
To fave us from our woo,
From latan, fin and death,
And ev'ry hurtful foc,
His pow'r and grace
Are fill the fame,
And let his name
Have endless praise.

1. Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the Heav'nly King;
And let the fpacious earth
His works and glories fing.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall fill endure,
And ever jure
Abides thy word.

PSALM CXXXVI. Abridged. Long metre,

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IVE to the Lord immortal praife;
Mercy and truth are all his ways

Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat his mercies in your fong.

2 Give to the Lord of Lords, renown,
The King of kings, with glory crown,

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His mercies ever ball endure,

When lords and kings are known no more.
3 He built the earth he fpread the sky,
And fix'd the ftarry lights on high :
Wonders of grace to God belong ;
Repeat his mercies in your fong.

4 He fills the fun with morning-light;
He bids the moon direct the night;

His mercies ever shall endure,

When funs and moons thall fhine no more.

5 The fews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, And brought them to the promis'd land! Wonders of grace to God belong;

Repeat his mercies in your fong.

6 He faw the Gentiles dead in fin,
And felt his pity work within:
His mercies ever shall endure,

When Death and fin fhall reign no more,
He fent his Son, with pow'r to fave
From guiit and darknefs and the grave;
Wonders of grace to God belong ;

Repeat his mercies in your ong.

8 Through this vain world he guides our feet

And leads us to his heav'nly feat t

His mercies ever shall endure,

When this vain world fhall be no more.

PSALM CXXXVIII. Long metre. }
Reftoring and preferving grace.

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ITH all my pow'rs of heart and tongue,
I'll praife my Maker in my fong;

Angels fhall hear the notes I raife,

Approve the fong, and join the praise.

f2 Angels who make thy church their care,
Shall witnefs my devotion there,
While holy zeal directs my eyes
To thy fair temple, in the skies.]

3 I'll fing thy truth and mercy, Lord,
I'll fing the wonders of thy word;
Not all the works and names below
So much thy pow'r and glory fhow.

4 To God I cry'd when troubles rofe;
He heard me, and fubdu'd my foes;
He did my rafing fears controul,

And ftrength diffus'd through all my foul.
5 The God of heav'n maintains his fate.
Frowns on the proud, and fcorns the great,
But from his throne defcends to fee
The fons of humble poverty.

6 Amidst a thousand fnares I ftand
Upheld and guarded by thy hand?
Thy words my fainting foul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

7 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To fave from forrows or from fits:
The work which Wildom undertakes
Eternal mercy ne'er forfakes.

PSALM CXXXIX Firß part. Long metre. The All-Seeing God.

LORD, thou haft fearch' and feen me thro Thine eye commands with piercing view, My rifing and my refting hours,

My heart and flesh, with all their pow'rs.

2 My thoughts before they are my own,
Are to my God, diftinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
E'er from my op'ning lips they break.
3 Within thy circling pow'r I ftand;
On ev'ry fide I find thy hand:
Awake alleep at home, abroad,
I am furrounded ftill with God,
4 Amazing knowledge, vaft and great!
What large extent; what lofty heights

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My foul with all the pow'rs I boast,
Is in the boundless profpect loft.

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may these thoughts poffefs my breaft
Where e'er Irove, where e'er I reft!
Nor let my meaner passions, dare
Con gent to fin, for God is there.

PAUSE I.

6-Could I fo falfe, fo faithless prove
To quit thy fervice and thy love,
Where, Lord, could I thy prefence fhun,
Or from thy dreadful glory run?

If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'ft Enthron'd in Light; Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath his chains. 8 If, mounted on a morning-ray, 1 fly beyond the Western fea, Thy fwifter hand would firft arrive, And there arreft thy fugitive.

9 Or fhould I try to fhun thy fight
Beneath the fpreading veil of night,
One glance of thine, own piercing ray
Would kindle darkness into day.

10 Omay these thoughts poffe's my breaft
Where e'er Irove where e'er I reft !
Nor let my meaner paffions dare
Confent to fin, for God is there.

PAUSE II.

II The veil of night is no difguife,
Nor fereen from thy all-searching eyes :
Thy hand can feize thy foes as foon
Through midnight-shades as blazing noon.

12 Midnight and noon, in this agree,
Great God they're both alike to thee;
Nor death can hide what God will spy,
And he lies naked to his eye,

Omay the fe thoughts poffefs my breaft
Where e'er Irove where e'er I reft;
Nor let my meaner paffions dare
Confent to fin, for God is there.

PSALM CXXXIX. Second part.
The wonderful formation of man.
WAS from thy hand, my God, I came
A work of fuch a curions frame;

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In me thy fearful wonders fhine,
And each proclaim thy will divine.
2 Thine eyes did all my limbs furvey,
Which yet in dark confufion lay:
Thou faw'ft the daily growth they took,
Form'd by the model of thy book.

3 By thee my growing parts were nam'd,
And what thy fov'reign counfels fram'd
(The breathing lungs, the beating heart)
Were copy'd, with unerring art.

4 At last, to fhew my Maker's name,
God ftamp'd his image on my frame,
And, in fome unknown moment, join'd
The finish'd members to the mind.

5 There the young feeds of thought began,
And all the paffions of the man :
Great God, our infant nature pays
Immortal tribute to thy praife.

PAUSE.

6 Lord, fince in my advancing age
I've acted on life's buzy ftage,

Thy thoughts of love to me furmount
The pow'r of numbers to recount.

I could furvey the ocean o'er,

And count each fand which makes the shore, Before my fwif eft thoughts could trace.

The num'rous wonders of thy grace.

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