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PSALM CXLIII. Long Metre. Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body. Y righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear when I fpread my hands abroad, And cry for fuccour from thy throne, O make thy truth and mercy known. 2. Let judgment not against me pass; Behold thy fervant pleads thy grace: Should juftice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and fee The mighty woes that burden me; Down to the duft 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 filence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. 5 Thence I derive a glimpfe of hope To bear my finking fpirits up; I ftretch my hands to God again, And thirft, like parched lands, for rain. 6 For thee I thirft, 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 Will fink thy pris'ner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye; Make hafte to help before I die.

8 The night is witnefs to my tears, Diftreffing pains, diftreffing fears;

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O might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my weary'd pow'rs rejoice!
9 In thee I truft, to thee I figh,
And lift my weary foul on high;
For thee fit 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 fnares and foes befet the road,
I flee to hide me near my God.
1.1 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heav'nly hill
Let the good Spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.
12 Then shall my foul no more complain,
The tempter then fhall rage in vain ;
And flesh, that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more.

PSALM CXLIV. 1ft Part. Com. Met.

Ver. 1, 2.

Affiftance and victory in the Spiritual warfare.
OREVER bleffed be the Lord,
My Saviour and my shield;

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He fends his Spirit with his word,
To arm me for the field.

2 When fin and hell their force unite,
He makes my foul his care,
Inftructs me to the heav'nly fight,
And guards me through the war.

3 A friend and helper fo divine
Doth my weak courage raise;
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine,
And his fhall be the praise.

PSALM CXLIV. 2d Part. Com. Met.

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Ver. 3-6.

The vanity of man, and condefcenfion of God.

LORD, what is man, poor feeble man,

Born of the earth at

His life a fhadow, light and vain,
Still hafting to the duft..

2 O what is feeble, dying man,
Or any of his race,

That God fhould make it his concern
To vifit him with grace?

3 That God, who darts his lightnings down,
Who shakes the worlds above,

And mountains tremble at his frown,
How wondrous is his love!

PSALM CXLIV. 12-15. Long Miet.
Grace above riches, or, the happy nation.

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APPY the city where their fons
Like pillars round a palace fet,
And daughters, bright as polifh'd ftones,
Give ftrength and beauty to the state.

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2 Happy the country where the sheep,
Cattle and corn, have large increase
Where men fecurely work or fleep,
Nor fons of plunder break their peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd;
But more divinely bleft are thofe,
On whom the all-fufficient God
Himself, with all his grace bestows.

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PSALM CXLV. Long Metre.

The greatness of God..

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Y 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.
2 The wings of ev'ry hour fhall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And ev'ry fetting fun fhall fee
New works of duty done for thee..
3 Thy truth and juftice I'll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows, an endless stream;
Thy mercy fwift; thine anger flow,
But dreadful to the ftubborn foe.

4 Thy works with fov'reign glory shine,
And fpeak thy majesty divine;

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Let "ev'ry realm with joy" proclaim
The found and honour of thy name.

Let diftant times and nations raise
The long fucceffion of thy praife;
And unborn ages make my fong
The joy and labour of their tongue.

6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
Vaft and unsearchable thy ways;
Vaft and immortal be thy praise !

PSALM CXLV. 1ft Part. Com. Met.

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 fhall be the fame
In the bright world above.

2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown,
And let his praise be great;

I'll fing, the honours of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

3 Thy grace fhall dwell upon my tongue,
And, while my lips rejoice,
The men that hear my facred fong
Shall join their cheerful voice.

4 Fathers to fons fhall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations found thy praise.
5. Thy glorious deeds of ancient date
Shall through the world be known:
Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly state,
With public splendour shown.

6 The world is manag'd by thy hands;
Thy faints are rul'd by love;
And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.

PSALM CXLV. 2d Part. Com. Met.

Ver. 7, &c.

The goodness of God..

WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
My God, my heav'nly King;

Let age to age thy righteoufnefs

In fongs of glory fing,

2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines His goodness to the skies;