Thy thoughts of love to me surmount 7 I could survey the ocean o'er, 8 These on my heart are still impress'd; L. M. THIRD PART. Bath. [*] 1 IMY God, what inward grief I feel, When impious men transgress thy will! I mourn to hear their lips profane, e 3 Lord search my soul, try ev'ry tho't: e 1 C. M. FIRST PART. Wantage. [b] IN 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 public walks, my private ways, -3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 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, Secur'd by sov'reign love. PAUSE. Windsor. a 6 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire, In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,- e 7 Should I suppress my vital breath, • 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, 9 If o'er my sins I think to draw 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. 1 C. M. SECOND PART. Colchester. [*] Wisdom of God in the Formation of Man. W HEN I, with pleasing wonder stand, Lord, 'tis thy work! I own thy hand 2 Thy hand my heart and reins possest, Where unborn nature grew; 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, e 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. 1 C. M. THIRD PART. York. [*] LOR ORD, when I count thy mercies o'er, • 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 • O may the hour that ends my sleep, PSALM 141. L. M. Worship. Dresden. [*] Ver. 2, 3, 4, 5.-Watchfulness and Brotherly Love. 1 M Y God accept my early vows, And let my nightly worship rise, e 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, 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, How much I prize their faithful love. 1 PSALM 142. C. M. Isle of Wight. [b] T God the Hope of the Helpless. NO God I made my sorrows known, In long complaints, before his throne, 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, • 4 Then did I raise a louder cry, d "Thou art my portion when I die,"Be thou my refuge here." e 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, 0 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. al PSALM 143. L. M. Geneva. [b] M Y righteous Judge, my gracious God, And cry for succour from thy throne; 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see p 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen, -5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope, e 6 [For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn; p 7 My God, thy long delay to save 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show, • I flee to hide me near my God. -11 Teach me to do thy holy will, [12 Then shall my soul no more complain; |