10 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 ftill endure;
And ever fure
Abides thy word.
PSALM CXXXVI. Abridged. L. M.
IVE to our God 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;
His mercies ever fhall 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 fhall endure,
When funs and moons fhall fhine no more,
5 The Jews 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 fhall endure,
When death and fin fhall reign no more.
7 He fent his Son with pow'r to fave
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave;
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your fong.
Through this vain world he guides our feet,
And leads us to his heav'nly feat ;
His mercies ever fhall endure,
When this vain world fhall be no more.
PSALM CXXXVIII. Long Metre. Restoring and preferving grace.
W ITH all my pow'rs of heart and tongue,
I'll praife my Maker in my fong:
Angels fhall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the fong, and join the praise.
2 Angels, that make thy church their care,
Shall witness my devotion there,
While holy zeal directs my eyes
To thy fair temple in the fkies.]
3 I'll fing thy truth and mercy, Lord;
I'll fing the wonders of thy word;
Not all thy works and names below,
So much thy pow'r and glory fhow.
4 To God I cry'd when troubles rose;
He heard me, and fubdu'd my foes;
He did my rifing fears control,
And ftrength diffus'd through all my foul.
The God of heav'n maintains his ftate,
Frowns on the proud and fcorns the great
But from his throne defcends to fee
The fons of humble poverty.
6 Amidst a thousand snares 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 fins;
The work that wisdom undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne'er forfakes.
PSALM CXXXIX. 1ft Part. L. Met. The all-feeing God.
'LORD, thou haft fearch'd 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,
Ere from my op'ning lips they break..
3 Within thy circling pow'r I ftand
On ev'ry fide I find thy hand:
Awake, afleep, at home, abroad,
I am furrounded ftill with God.
4 Amazing knowledge, vaft and great!
What large extent! what lofty height !.
My foul, with all the pow'rs I boast,
Is in the boundless profpect loft.
5 "O may thefe thoughts poffefs my breaft;
Where'er I rove, where'er I reft;
Nor let my weaker paffions dare
Confent to fin, for God is there."
6 Could I fo false, so faithlefs prove,
To quit thy fervice and thy love,
Where, Lord, could I thy prefence shun,
Or from thy dreadful glory run?
7 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,
I 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, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darknefs into day.
10 "O may these thoughts poffefs my breaft,
Where'er I rove, where'er I reft!
Nor let my weaker paffions dare
Confent to fin, for God is there."
PAUSE II.
11 The veil of night is no difguife,
No fcreen from thy all-fearching eyes:
Thy hand can feize thy foes as foon
Through midnight fhades as blazing noon.
12 Midnight and noon in this agree,
Great God, they're both alike to thee;
Not death can hide what God will spy,
And hell lies naked to his eye.
0 may these thoughts poffefs my breaft,
Where'er I rove, where'er I reft!
Nor let my weaker paffions dare
Confent to fin, for God is there."
PSALM CXXXIX. 2d Part. Long M. The wonderful formation of man.
WAS from thy hand, my God, I came,
A work of fuch a curious frame ;
In me thy fearful wonders fhine,
And each proclaims thy skill 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 laft, 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.
6 Lord, fince in my advancing age
I've acted on life's bufy ftage,
Thy thoughts of love to me furmount
The pow'r of numbers to recount..
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