Those that oppofe thy laws, and thee, 3 Lord, fearch my foul, try ev'ry thought! I beg the the trial of thy eyes. 4 Doth fecret mischief lurk within? CCLXIX. Watchfulness and Brotherly Reproof. Pfal. cxli. A Morning or Evening PSALM. M Y God, accept my early vows, Like morning incenfe in thy houfe; And let my nightly worship rife, Sweet as the ev'ning facrifice. 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, 3 O may the righteous, when I ftray, 4 When I behold them preft with grief, CCLXX. Affiftance and Victory from God. "F OR ever bleffed be the Lord, He fends his Spirit, with his word, 2 When fin and hell their force unite, 3 A friend, and helper fo divine, CCXXI. The Vanity of Man, and Condefcenfion of God. Plal. cxliv. 3, &c. LORD, what is man, poor feeble man, Born of the earth at first ? His His life a fhadow, light and vain, 2 O what is feeble dying man, Or any of his race, That God fhould make it his concern 3 That God, who darts his lightning down, And mountains tremble at his frown, CCLXXII. The greatness of God. L ONG as I live, I'll blefs thy name, My work and joy fhall be the fame, In the bright world above. 2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown, And let his praise be great ; 3 Thy grace fhall dwell upon my tongue; The men that hear my facred song, 4 Fathers to fons shall teach thy name, Ages Ages to come thy truth proclaim, 5 Thy glorious deeds of antient date 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands, CCLXXIII. The Goodness of God. Pfal. cxlv. 7, &c. 'S WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, Let age to age thy righteousness, 2 God reigns on high, but not confines Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines, 3 With longing eyes, thy creatures wait, Thy lib'ral hand provides them meat, 4 How kind are thy compaffions, Lord! How flow thy anger moves! But foon he fends his pard'ning word, 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, CCLXXIV. Mercy to Sufferers ; or, God hearing Prayer. Pfal. cxlv. 14, 17, &c. LET ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak, Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, 2 When forrow bows the spirit down, Beneath fome proud oppreffor's frown, 3 The Lord fupports our tott'ring days, 4 He knows the pains his fervants feel; He hears his children cry; And their best wishes to fulfil, His grace is ever nigh. |