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Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
The pow'r of numbers to recount.

7 I could survey the ocean o'er,
And count each sand that makes the shore,
Before my swiftest thoughts could trace
The num'rous wonders of thy grace.

8 These on my heart are still impress'd;
With these I give my eyes to rest;
And at my waking hour I find,
God and his love possess my mind.

L. M. THIRD PART. Bath. [*]
Sincerity professed, and Grace tried.

1 IMY God, what inward grief I feel,

When impious men transgress thy will!

I mourn to hear their lips profane,
Take thy tremendous name in vain.
2 Does not my soul detest and hate
The sons of malice and deceit?
Those that oppose thy laws and thee,
I count them enemies to me.

e 3 Lord search my soul, try ev'ry tho't:
Though my own heart accuse me not
Of walking in a false disguise,
I beg the trial of thine eyes.
4 Doth secret mischief lurk within?
Do I indulge some unknown sin?
-O turn my feet, whenever I stray,
And lead me in thy perfect way.]

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C. M. FIRST PART. Wantage. [b]
God's Omnipresence and Omniscience.
all my vast concerns with thee,

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In vain my soul would try, To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest;

My public walks, my private ways,
And secrets 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 side.

• 5 So let thy grace surround me still,

And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from ev'ry ill,

Secur'd by sov'reign love.

PAUSE. Windsor.

a 6 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire,
Forgotten and unknown?

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

e 7 Should I suppress 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 soon betray my rest.

9 If o'er my sins I think to draw
The curtains of the night;

o Those flaming eyes that guard thy law, Would turn the shades to light.

g 10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour,

Are both alike to thee:

e O may I ne'er provoke that Pow'r, From which I cannot flee.

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C. M. SECOND PART. Colchester. [*]

Wisdom of God in the Formation of Man.

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HEN I, with pleasing wonder stand,
And all my frame survey,

Lord, 'tis thy work! I own thy hand
Thus built my humble clay.

2 Thy hand my heart and reins possest,

Where unborn nature grew;
Thy wisdom all my features trac'd,
And all my members drew.

3 Thine eye with nicest care survey'd The growth of ev'ry part;

'Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid,

Was copied by thy art.

• 4 Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire and wind,

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Shew me thy wondrous skill;

But I review myself and find

Diviner wonders still.

g 5 Thy awful glories round me shine,

My flesh proclaims thy praise; Lord, to thy works of nature join Thy miracles of grace.

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C. M. THIRD PART. York. [*]
The Mercies of God Innumerable.

LOR

ORD, when I count thy mercies o'er,
They strike me with surprise ;

• Not all the sands that spread the shore

To equal numbers rise.

e 2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands

The product of thy skill;

o And hourly blessings 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 that ends my sleep,
Still find my thoughts with thee.

PSALM 141. L. M. Worship. Dresden. [*]

Ver. 2, 3, 4, 5.-Watchfulness and Brotherly Love.

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Y God accept my early vows,
Like morning incense in thy house;

And let my nightly worship rise,
Sweet as the ev'ning sacrifice.

e 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From ev'ry rash and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path where sinners lead.

3 O may the righteous, when I stray, Smite and reprove my wand'ring way! • Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.

e 4 When I behold them press'd with grief,
I'll cry to heav'n for their relief;
-And, by my warm petitions, prove

How much I prize their faithful love.

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PSALM 142. C. M. Isle of Wight. [b]

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God the Hope of the Helpless.

NO God I made my sorrows known,
From God I sought relief;

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

p 2 My soul 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 ev'ry side I cast mine eye,
And found my helpers gone;
While friends and strangers past me by,
Neglected and unknown.

• 4 Then did I raise a louder cry,
And call'd thy mercy near ;

d "Thou art my portion when I die,"Be thou my refuge here."

e 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low,

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Now let thine ear attend;

And make my foes, who vex me, know

I've an Almighty Friend.

6 From my sad prison set me free,

Then shall I praise thy name; And holy men shall join with me, Thy kindness to proclaim.

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PSALM 143. L. M. Geneva. [b]
Complaint and Hope.

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Y righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my hands abroad,

And cry for succour from thy throne;
O make thy truth and mercy known.
e 2 [Let judgment not against me pass;
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace:
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there.

3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see
The mighty woes that burden me;
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long buried and forgot.]

p 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within :
My thoughts in musing silence trace
The ancient wonders of thy grace.

-5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope,
To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hand to God again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain.

e 6 [For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;
When will thy smiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove?
And God forever hide his love?]

p 7 My God, thy long delay to save
Will sink thy pris'ner to the grave:
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye,
-Make haste to help before I die.
p 8 [The night is witness to my tears;
Distressing pains, distressing fears!
- might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my weary soul rejoice!]
9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,-
And lift my weary soul on high :
For thee sit 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 snares and foes beset the road,

• I flee 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 Spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.

[12 Then shall my soul no more complain;
The tempter then shall rage in vain :
And flesh, that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more.]

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