And ere my lips pronounce the word, 4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high! 5 So let thy grace furround me ftill, To guard my foul from every ill, PAUSE. 6 Lord, where fhall guilty fouls retire, In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, Thy voice could break the bars of death, 8 If, wing'd with beams of morning-light, Thy hand, which muft fupport my flight, 9 If o'er my fins I think to draw Thofe flaming eyes that guard thy law 10 The beams of noon, the midnight-hour, may I ne'er provoke that power From which I cannot flee. PSALM CXXXIX. 2d Part. Com. Met. [*] The wisdom of God in the formation of man. 1 WHE HEN I with pleafing wonder ftand, Lord, 'tis thy work: I own thy hand 2 Thy hand my heart and reins poffeft, 4 [He ftruck the fons of Egypt dead; And thence with joy his people led: 5 He cleft the fwelling fea in two; And gave the tribes a paffage through; 6 But Pharaoh's army there he drown'd; And brought his faints through defert ground; 7 Great monarchs fell beneath his hand; While Ifrael took the promis'd land: 8 He faw the nations dead in fin; How fad the ftate the world was in; 9 He fent to fave us from our wo; From death, and hell, and every foe; 10 Give thanks to God, the heavenly King; Let the whole earth his praifes fing; 2 8 He faw the nations lie 9 He fent his only Son 10 Give thanks aloud to God, Shall fill endure; PSALM CXXXVI. Abridged. Long Met. [x] 1 IVE to our God immortal praife! Geroy and truth are all his ways; Wonders of grace to God belong, When lords and kings are known no more. 3 He built the earth, he fpread the sky, 4 He fills the fun with morning light, When funs and moons fhall fhine no more. 5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, And brought them to the promis'd land: Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your fong. 6 He faw the Gentiles dead in fin, And felt his pity work within : His mercies ever fhall endure, When death and fin fhall reign no more. 7 He fent his Son with power to fave From guilt, and darknefs, and the grave; Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your fong. 8 Through this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly feat; His mercies ever fhall endure, When this vain world fhall be no more. PSALM CXXXVIII. Long Metre. [*] Reloring and preferving grace. WITH all my powers of heart and tongue, I'll praife my Maker in my fong: Angels fhall hear the notes I raife, And ftrength diffus'd through all my foul. 6 Amidst a thoufand fnares I ftand,. U |