CCLXIV. The Church is God's House and Care. Plal. cxxxv. P I RAISE ye the Lord, exalt his name, 2 Praise ye the Lord; the Lord is good, 3 The Lord himself will judge his faints; 4 Thro' ev'ry age, the Lord declares anointed with it. But it feems very improper, and unneceffary to suppose that the oil was spread over his garment. See more. Dr. Jenning's Lectures on Jewish Antiquities. Vol. I. Page 223. Yet as the fyllables are the same, (any reader who pleases, may put garment for collar. 5 Blefs ye the Lord who taste his love, CCLXV. I God's Wonders of Creation, Providence and Grace. Pfal. cxxxvi. G IVE thanks to God, the fov'reign Lord, And be the king of kings adord, His truth is ever fure. 2 What wonders hath his wifdom done! Heav'n, earth, and fea, he fram'd alone, 3 The fun fupplies the day with light; 4 He faw the nations dead in fin ; He felt his pity move: How fad the ftate, the world was in! 5 How boundless was his love. He fent to fave us from our woe ; 2 From From death, and hell, and ev'ry foe; 6 Give thanks to God, the heav'nly king; His mercies ftill endure; Let the whole earth his praises fing, CCLXVI. The G The fame. cxxxvi. Pfal. IVE to our God immortal praise ! 2. Give to the Lord of lords renown; 3. 4 When lords and kings are known no more. He built the earth, he spread the sky, He fills the fun with morning light; When funs and moons shall shine no more. 5 The Jews he freed from Pharoah's hand, Wonders Wonders of grace to God belong; 6 He saw the nations dead in fin, When death and fin shall reign no more. He fent his Son with pow'r to save Repeat his mercies in your fong. 8 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, When this vain world fhall be no more. CCLXVII. The All-feeing God. Pfalm cxxxix. 1, &c. LORD, thou haft fearch'd, and feen me thro'; Thine eye commands with piercing view, My rifing and my refting hours, My heart and flesh, with all their pow'rs. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, On ev'ry fide I find thy hand : Awake Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, 4 The veil of night is no difguife, 5 Midnight and noon, in this agree, 6 Amazing knowledge, vaft and great! 70 may these thoughts poffefs my breaft, CCLXVIII. Sincerity poffeffed. M Y God, what inward grief I feel, 2 Does not my foul deteft and hate Thofe |