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But from his throne defcends to fee
The fons of humble poverty.

6 Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
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 forsakes.

PSALM CXXXIX. 1st Part. Long Met.

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The All-feeing God.

I ORD, thou hast search'd & seen me thro';
Thine eye commands with piercing view

My rifing and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their pow'rs.
2 My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my op'ning lips they break.

3 Within thy circling pow'r I stand;
On ev'ry fide I find thy hand :
Awake, afleep, at home, abroad,
I am furrounded still with God.

4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent! what lofty height !
My foul with all the pow'rs I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect loft.

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"O may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest;
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Confent to fin, for God is there."

PAUSE I.

6 Could I fo false, so faithless prove,
To quit thy service 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'st 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 swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.

9 Or should I try to shun thy fight,
Beneath the spreading veil of night,
One glance of thine, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.

10 "O may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
Nor let my weaker paffions dare
Consent to fin, for God is there."

PAUSE ΙΙ.

II The veil of night is no disguife,
No fcreen from thy all-fearching eyes :
Thy hand can seize 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;
Not death can hide what God will spy,
And hell lies naked to his eye.
"O may these thoughts poffefs my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest !
Nor let my weaker paffions dare
Consent to fin, for God is there."

PSALM CXXXIX. 2d Part. Long Met. The wonderful formation of man.

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a curious frame;

In me thy fearful wonders shine,
And each proclaims thy skill divine.

2 Thine eyes did all my limbs survey,
Which yet in dark confufion lay;
Thou faw'st 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 sov'reign counsels fram'd,
(The breathing lungs, the beating heart)
Were copy'd with unerring art.

4 At last, to shew my Maker's name,
God stamp'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 busy stage,
Thy thoughts of love to me furmount
The pow'r of numbers to recount.

7 I could furvey the ocean o'er,

And count each fand that makes the shore, Before my swiftest thoughts could trace The num'rous wonders of thy grace.

$ These on my heart are still impress'd,

With these I give mine eyes to rest;
And at my waking hour I find
God and his love possess my mind.

PSALM CXXXIX. 3d Part. Long Met.

Sincerity profeffed, and grace tried; or, the heartfearching God.

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Mwendous mengress the will!

Y God, what inward grief I feel,

I mourn to hear their lips profane
Take thy tremendous name in vain.

2 Does not my foul detest and hate
The fons of malice and deceit ?
Those that oppose thy laws and thee,
I count them enemies to me.

3 Lord, search my foul, try ev'ry thought;
Though mine own heart accuse me not
Of walking in a false disguise,
I beg the trial of thine eyes.

4 Doth fecret mischief lurk within ?
Do I indulge some unknown fin?
O turn my feet whene'er I stray,
And lead me in thy perfect way.

PSALM CXXXIX. 1st Part. Com. Met.

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God is every where.

N all my vast concerns with thee,
In vain my foul would try
To shun thy prefence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thine all-furrounding fight furveys
My rifing and my reft;

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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 ere my lips pronounce the word,
He knows the sense I mean.

4 O wond'rous knowledge, deep and high ! Where can a creature hide ?

Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on ev'ry fide.

5 So let thy grace surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my foul from ev'ry ill,
Secur'd by sov'reign love.

PAUSE.

6 Lord, where shall guilty fouls retire,
Forgotten and unknown ?

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

7 Should I fuppress my vital breath,
To 'scape the wrath divine,
Thy voice could break the bars of death,
And make the grave resign.

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

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

9 If o'er my fins I think to draw
The curtains of the night,
Those flaming eyes that guard thy law
Would turn the shades to light.

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