3 Thefe on my heart by night I keep !
How kind, how dear to me!

O may the hour that ends my fleep,
Still find my thoughts with thee.

PSALM CXLI. ver. 1-5. (L.M.)
Watchfulness and brotherly reproof.
A Morning or Evening Pfalm.

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1 My God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incenfe in thine house,
And let my nightly worship rife
Sweet as the evening facrifice.

2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From ev'ry rath and heedlefs word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread

The guilty paths where finners lead.
30 may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite and reprove my wand'ring way!
Their gentle words like ointment shed,
Shall never bruife, but cheer my head.
4 When I behold them preft with grief,
I'll cry to heav'n for their relief;
And by my warm petitions prove
How much I prize their faithful love.

PSALM CXLII. (C.M.)
God is the hope of the helpless.

To God I made my forrows known,
From God I fought relief;

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

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

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

3 On ev'ry fide I east 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.".
5 Lord, I am brought exceeding dow,
And let thine ear attend,

Now make my foes who vex me know
I've an Almighty Friend.

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

PSALM CLXIII. (L.M.)

Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and bctly. My

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 justice 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. 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 glimpse of hope,
To bear my finking fpirits up;
I ftretch my hands to God again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain.
6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;
When will thy fmiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove,
And God for ever 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 witness to my tears,
Diftreffing pains, diftreffing fears;
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 heavy foul on high;
For thee fit waiting all the day,
And wear the tirefome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and f
Which is the path my feet should
If fnares and foes, befet the road,
I-Aee to hide me near my God.
11 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heav'nly hill:
Let the good fpirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.

12 Then fhall my foul no more complain,
The tempter then shall rage in vain;
And flesh, that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my fpirit more.

PSAL. CXLV. 1-7. 11—13. First Part.
The greatness of God.

I LONG 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 praife 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 praife.

5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date,
Shall thro' the world be known;
Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly state,
With public fplendor fhown.

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

PSALM CXLV. ver. 7, &c. Second Part.
The goodness of God.

SWEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,

My God, my heav'nly King;

Let age to age thy righteoufnels
In founds of glory fing.

2 God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies?

Thro' the whole earth his bounty fhines,
And ev'ry want fupplies.

3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food,

Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.
4 How kind are thy compaffions, Lord,
How flow thine anger moves!

But foon he fends his pard'ning word,
To cheer the fouls he loves.

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5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy pow'r and praife proclaim;
But faints, that tafte thy richer grace,
Delight to blefs thy name.

PSALM CXLV. 14-17. Third Part.
Mercy to fufferers: or, God bearing prayer.
LET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou fov'reign Lord of all;

Thy ftrength'ning hands uphold the weal
And raise the poor that fall.

2 When forrows bow the spirit down;
Or virtue lies diftreft

Beneath fome proud oppreffor's frown,
'Thou giv'ft the mourners reft.

3 The Lord fupports our tott'ring days,
And guides our giddy youth:

Holy and just are all his ways,

And all his words are trust.

4 He knows the pain his fervants feel,
He hears his children cry,

And their best wishes to fulfil,
His grace is ever nigh.