Transported with the view, I am loft
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 Oh, how shall words, with equal warmth, The gratitude declare

Which glows in my exulting heart?
But thou can't read it there.

3 Thy providence my life fuftain'd,
And all my wants redress'd,
When in the filent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

4 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in prayer.

5 Unnumber'd comforts on my foul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom thofe comforts flow'd.

6 When in the flippery paths of youth
With heedless step I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

7 Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths
It gently clear'd my way,

And thro' the pleasing snares of vice
More to be fear'd than they.

8 When all these mercies, O my God,
My rifing foul furveys;
Tranfported with the view, I am loft
In wonder, love, and praife.

PSALM XCII.

A.

Gratitude to God for various and perpetual mercies.

1 When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rifing foul furveys;
Transported with the view, I am loft
In wonder, love, and praife.

2 When worn by fickness oft haft thou
With health renew'd my face,
And, when in fins and forrows funk,
Reviv'd my foul with grace.

3 Thy bounteous hand with worldly good
Hath made my cup run o'er,

And in the kindness of my friends
Redoubled all my store.

4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ;

Nor is the leaft a cheerful heart

That tastes thofe gifts with joy.

5 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll purfue;

And, after death, in unknown worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

6 Thro' immortality to thee
A joyful fong I'll raife:
But immortality's too fhort
To utter all thy praise.

PSALM XCIII.

A.

God at all times and every where the guide and refuge of his fervants.

I HOW are thy fervants bleft, O Lord,
How fure is their defence!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help omnipotence.

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,

Unhurt, they pafs thro' burning climes,
And breathe in tainted air.

3 Thy mercy fweetens every foil, Makes every region please, The hoary frozen hills it warms,

And fmooths the boisterous feas.

4 When by the dreadful tempeft borne High on the broken wave,

They know thou art not flow to hear,
Nor impotent to fave.

5 The form is laid, the winds retire
Obedient to thy will:

The fea, that roars at thy command,
At thy command is ftill.

6 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness we'll adore;

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And praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

Our life, while thou preferv'ft that life,
Thy facrifice fhall be:

May death, whenever death shall come,
Unite our fouls to thee.

A.

PSALM XCIV.

PSALM XCIV.

Confolation and confidence in God our Father.

I MY God, my father, cheering name!
Oh may I call thee mine?

Give me with humble hope to claim
A portion fo divine.

2 This comfort can my fears control,
And bid my forrows fly;

What real harm can reach my foul
Beneath my father's

eye?

3 Whate'er thy providence denies
I calmly would refign,

For thou art juft, and good, and wife;
Oh bend my will to thine.

4 Whate'er thy fovereign will ordains
Lord give me ftrength to bear,
Still let me fay, my father reigns,"

And truft his tender care.

5 Thy ways, great God, are little known
To my weak erring fight;

Yet fhall my foul, believing, own
That all thy ways are right.

Q3

S.

PSALM XCV.