8 These on my heart are ftill impreft;
With these I give my eyes to reft:
And, at my waking hour I find
God and his love poffefs my mind.

PSALM CXXXIX. Third part. Sincerity profeft, and grace tried; or, The heartjearching God,

Y God, what inward grief I feel
M'when' imp'ous men tranfgrefs thy will!

I mourn to hear their lips profane,
Take thy tremendous name in vain,
2 Does not my foul deteft and hate
The fons of malice and deceit ?

These who oppose thy laws and Thee,
I count them enemies to me.

8 Lord, search my foul, try ev'ry thought;
Though my own heart accufe me not
Of walking in a false disguise,

I beg the trial of thine eyes.

Doth fecret mischief lurk within? Do I indulge fome unknown fin? O turn my feet, when'er I ftray, And lead me in thy perfect way.

PSALM CXXXIX. Firft port. Com.metre God is every where.

N all my vaft concerns with Thee,
In vain my foul would try

To fhun thy prefence Lord, or fice
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all-furrounding fight furveys
My rifing and my rest.

My public walks, my private ways,
And fecrets of my breast

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord
Before they're form'd within;

And e'er my lips pronounce the word,
He knows the fenfe I mean.

Owond'rous knowledge, deep and high!
Where can a creature hide?
Within thy cicling arms I lie,
Belet on ev'ry fide.

5 Solet thy grace furrcund me ftill,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my foul from ev'ry ill,
Secur'd by Sov'reign love.

PAUS E.

6 Lord, where fhall guilty fouls retire:
Forgotten and unknown :

In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,
In heav'n thy glorious throne.

Should I fupprefs my vital breath,
To fcape the wrath divine,

Thy voice would break the bars of death,
And make the grave refign.

8 If, wing'd with beams of morning light,
I fly beyond the Weft,

Thy hand, which muft fopport my flight,
Would foon betray my reft.

9 If o'er my fins I think to draw
The curtains of the night,

Thofe flaming eyes, which guard thy law,
Would turn the fhades to light.

10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour,
Are both alike to thee:

O may I ne'er provoke that pow'r

From which I cannet flee !

PASLM CXXXIX.

Second part.

The wildum of God, in the formation of man

WHEN I with pleafing wonder stand,

And all my frame furvey,

Bord, 'tis thy work; Town thy Hand
Thus built my humble clay.

2 Thy Hand my heart and reins poffeft
Where unborn nature graw;
Thy wisdom all my features trac❜d,
And all my members drew.

3 Thine eye with nicest care furvey'd
The growth of ev'ry part:

"Till the whole fcheme, thy thoughts had laid, Was copy'd by thy art.

4 Heav'n, earth and sea, and fire and wind,
Shew me thy wond'rous fkül;
But I review myself, and find

Diviner wonders still.

s Thy awful glories round me shine;
My flesh proclaims thy praife;
Lord, to thy works of nature, join
Thy miracles of grace.

PSALM CXXXIX. Third Part.

The mercies of Gol innumerable.
An Evening Pfalm.

LORD, when I count thy mercies o'er,
They ftrike me with furprife;

Not all the fands which spread the shore
To equal numbers rife.

2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands
The product of thy skill;

And hourly bleffings, from thy hands,.
Thy thoughts of love reveal.

3 These on my heart by night I keep;
How kind, how dear to me;
O may the hour which ends my fleep
Stin find my thoughts with Thee:

PSALM CXLI.
Watchfulness and brotherly reproof.
A morning or evening Psalm.
Y God, accept my early vows,

M Lise morning incence in thine houfe,

and let my nightly worthip rife, Sweet as the ev❜ning facrifice.

2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From ev'ry rafh and heed lefs word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path where finners lead.
30 may the righteous, when I fray,
Smite and reprove my wandring way!
Their gentle words, like ointment thod,
Shall never bruifc, but cheer my head.
When I behold them preft with grief,
I'll cry to heav'n for theiridief;
And by my warm petitions prove
How much I prize their faithful love. “

PSALM CXLII.

God is the hope of the helplats.
God I made my forrows known;
From God 1 fou relief;

C

In long complaints before his throue,
I pour'd out all my grief.

z My foul was overwhelm'd with woes;
My heart began to break;

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

3 On every fide I caft mine eye,
And found my helpers gone,

While friends and ftrangers pafs'd me by
Neglected or unknown.

Then did I raise a louder cry,

And call'd thy mercy near;

Thou art my portion when I die,

Be thou my Refuge here.""

Lord, I am brought exceeding lowe
Now let thine ear attend ;

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

6 From my fad prifon fet me free,
Then fhall I praife thy name;
And holy men fhall join with me
Thy kindness to proclaim:

PSALM CXLIII.

Complaint of heavy affli&tions in mind and body.
MY
Y right'ous Judge, my gracious God,

And cry for fuccour from thy throne,
O make thy truth and mercy known!
2Let judgment not against me pass,
Behold thy fervant pleads thy grace!
Should juftice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltlefs there.

3 Look down in pity, Lord and fee
The mighty woes which burden me!
Down to the daft my life is brought,
Like one long bury'd and forgot.
4 I dwell in darkness, and unfeen ;
My heart is defolate within:
My thoughts in mufing fiience trace
The ancient wonders of thy grace.
5 Thence I derive a glimpfe of hope,
To bear my finking fpirits up:
Iftretch my hands to God again,
And thirft, like parched lands, for rain.
6 For Thee Ithirft, I pray, I mourn
When will thy fmiling face return ?
Shall all my joys on earth remove,
And God forever hide his love?

7 My God thy long delay to fave, Willfink thy pris'ner to the grave;