PSALM

CXXXVII.

FULL of Christ, and confolation to the Chriftian

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Our Shepherd fang along his way,
Approaching to his Father's byme;
That we might now take up the lays
Fill our eternal glory come.

IWITH my whole heart I'll thee confess;
Before thine angels found thy praise;

To men display thy righteousness,

And fing of all thy glorious ways:

2 I'll bow towards thy holy hill,

And there, my God, I'll praise thy name;
Thy love and truth I ever will,

To all my brethren dear, proclaim :
For thou haft made thy word to fhine,
The light, O Lord, of all thy name:
By it we fee thy name divine,

With all thy works of glorious fame.
3 Lord, thou didst answer in the day,
When I my fupplication made;
For, lo, by thee, when I did pray,

My soul with strength was strengthened. 4 All kings of earth fhall give thee praise, When they have heard thy words of truth:

5 Yea, fing triumphing in thy ways,
And drink at fountains of thy mouth :
For, lo, thy glory fhall compel
As many as fhail see the same,
Upon thy glorious name to dwell,
And found thine everlasting fame.
6 Although the Lord be very high,
Yet he refpects the lowly ones;
Beholding, with a frowning eye,
Pride's fwelling high and lofty fons.

7 Though

7 Though I in midst of trouble walk,

And trace my ways with my own blood, Ev'n to my grave, thou'lt bring me back Ev'n from the deep's devouring flood: Thou'lt ftretch thine hand against the wrath Of all my raging enemies,

And raife me from the deeps of death,
To dwell with thee above the Ikies:
8 Thou wilt reward the work I've done,
And perfect all concerning me
O Father, glorify thy Son;

Thy Son hath glorified thee:

For evermore thy mercies lafts

Thy mercies, lo, I claim and praife
Me from thy prefence never caft,
But hold me up in all my ways:
The work of thine own hands I am;
From doing of thy will I come:
My God, my Father, fee thy Lamb!
Receive me to thy glory home.

PSALM CXXXIX.

If the blind lead the blind, both fhall fall into the ditch.'-But to the reader, who beholds the glory of God as it fhines in te person of Jesus, and beams fo brightly forth from the whole face of this divinely glorious Pfalm, it would be holding out a taper to the fun, to attempt a formal illuftration thereof.-Only, to stop the mouths of gainfayers, let the man of God, who will be taught, reproved, corrected, and inftructed in righteoufnefs, by the Scriptures alone, confult the parallels, and read them in the light of the New Teftament.

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A fong of God's beloved Son,

Triumphing in his Father's ways-
To bim afcribe the vitry won!

Let ev'ry breath be joy and praife!

EHOVAH, thou haft fifted me,

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And fearch'd, and feen, and fully known: 2 My ways are all well known to thee, My rifing up, and fitting down:

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My thoughts thou knoweft from afar:
My fteps and ways thou well doft fee:
My lying down and rifing are,

O Lord, ftill manifeft to thee:

My motions all thou doft explore;

Forth from my tongue no word can flow, But thou canvaffeft o'er and o'er,

Ere it into expreffion go.

5 Behold, O Lord, before, behind, Thou haft befet me ev'ry where; Where-e'er I go, myself I find

Faft in thy hand; for thou art there!

6 Such knowledge, great and marvellous,
Which thou haft made around me blaze,
So god-like, high, and glorious,
Has fill'd my fpirit with amaze!

7. Where fhall I from thy Spirit go?
Or whither from thy prefence fly?
8 If I thould mount the winds that blow,
And rife with them, and fweep the sky-

If high, upon the heav'ns, I ride,
Or make my bed in deeps of hell;
Nor here, nor there, I can me hide,
But ftill fhall in thy prefence dwell.
9 If I thould take the morning's wings,
And fly beyond the utmost fea,
Or, paling all created things,

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Should launch through vaft immenfity;
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10 Ev'n there thy hand would find me out,
And hold me in its hollow ftill,
Thy glory circling me about,

As if I were on Zion-hill.
II If I fhall fay, the ev'ning fhade
Shall throud from thy piercing fight;
Lo, then the night, like mid-day made,
Surrounds me with a blaze of light:
12 The darkness hideth not from thee,
Thou fpring of everlasting day;
Death's fhadows from thy prefence flee;;
The night is like the morning ray.
13 Lo, thou, O Lord, poffeffedft me,
Before the mountains great or small,
Before the world began to be,
From everlasting ages all:

Thou alfo, in my mother's womb,

Didft wrap me up in love divine,
When thou, o'erfhadowing her, didft come,
That the conceiv'd by pow'r of thine.
4 I'll thee confefs, my Lord, my God:
Amazing are thy ways in me!

I'll thew thy glorious praise abroad:
Thy wond'rous love my theme fhall be:

My foul fhall dwell upon thy love;
My foul fhall triumph in thy work;
Thy light and truth my foul fhall move;
No darkness in my foul shall lurk:
15 My substance was not hid from thee,
When I was form'd in fecret place;
In human frame wrought curioufly,
Lord, by thy wifdom and thy grace:

16 Thine eyes did fee my fubftance well,
While yet in embryo I lay;

Yea, thou couldst all my members tell,
Ere being did their form display:

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They in thy book were all pourtray'd, Their ufe, their manner, and their way, Ere length of days their form difplay'd, With life infus'd, and fathion'd clay. 17 How precious are thy thoughts to me,

O Lord, my God! How great's the fum! 18 If I fhould fum them up to thee,

Amazement, lo, would ftrike me dumb:
They're more in number than the fand,
Or wat'ry drops that fwell the fea!
O Lord, the wonders of thy hand
Are almoft infinite like thee!

When I awaken in the womb,
Arrayed in my robes of clay,
And when I waken in my tomb,
Lo, ftill, O Lord, with thee I stay.
19 But thou the wicked men fhalt flay,
And bid them far away be gone;
Their blood on their own heads thou❜lt lay
Who tread the blood of thy dear SoN.
20 Against thee wickedly they speak,
O God, and take thy name in vain;
Prefumptuously thy laws they break,
And fcorn thy ways in jeering ftrain!
21 How I do hate them, O my God,

Who hatred bear to thee and thine!
How I deteft that curfed brood,

Who rife against thy ways divine!
22 With perfect batred them I hate;
I count them all my mortal foes:
To duft and death my foot fhall beat
Thofe ferpents with refiftlefs blows.
23 But fearch thou me, O God, and know
My inmoft heart, and fecret thought,
And fee, if any cause of wo,

Within the fame has e'er been wrought:
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