3 Thine eye with nicest care survey'd The growth of ev'ry part;

'Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid, Was copied by thy art.

o 4 Heaven, earth, and sea, and fire and wind; Shew me thy wondrous skill;

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But I review myself, and find
Diviner wonders still.

g 5 Thy awful glories round me shine;

My flesh proclaims thy praise: Lord, to thy works of nature join Thy miracles of grace.

C. M. 3rd Part. York. [*]

The Mercies of God innumerable.

LORD,

ORD, when I count thy mercies o'er,
They strike me with surprise;

o Not all the sands that spread the shore

To equal numbers rise.

e 2 My flesh with fear and wonder standsThe product of thy skill;

o And hourly blessings from thy hands Thy thoughts of love reveal.

-3 These on my heart by night I keep; How kind, how dear to me!

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o O may the hour that ends my sleep, Still find my thoughts with thee.

PSALM 141. L. M. Worship. Dresden. [*]

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V. 2, 3, 4, 5.-Watchfulness and Brotherly Love.

Y God, accept my early vows,

MY

Like morning incense in thy house; And let my nightly worship rise,

Sweet as the ev'ning sacrifice.

e 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, From ev'ry rash and heedless word; Nor let my feet incline to tread

The guilty path where sinners lead. 3. O may the righteous, when I stray, Smite and reprove my wand'ring way! o Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.

e 4 When I behold them press'd with grief,
I'll cry to heaven for their relief;
-And, by my warm petitions, prove
How much I prize their faithful love.

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PSALM 142. C. M. Isle of Wight. [b]
God the Hope of the Helpless.

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10 God I made my sorrows known;
From God I sought relief:

In long complaints, before his throne,
I pour'd out all my grief.

p 2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes,
My heart began to break;
My God, who all my burden knows,
He knows the way I take.

3 On ev'ry side I cast mine eye,
And found my helpers gone;
While friends and strangers past me by,
Neglected and unknown.

0 4 Then did I raise a louder cry,
And call'd thy mercy near;

d 'Thou art my portion when I die,'Be thou my refuge here.'

• 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low,
Now let thine ear attend;

And make my foes, who vex me, know
I've an Almighty Friend.

6 From my sad prison set me free;
Then shall I praise thy name:
And holy men shall join with me,
Thy kindness to proclaim.

PSALM 143. L. M. Geneva. [b]
Complaint and Hope.

a 1 MY righteous Judge, my gracious God,

Hear, when I spread my hands abroad,

And cry for succour from thy throne;
O make thy truth and mercy known.
e 2 [Let judgment not against me pass;
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace:
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there

3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burden me; ́ Down to the dust my life is brought, Like one long buried and forgot.] p 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen; My heart is desolate within:

My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. -5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope, To bear my sinking spirits up;

I stretch my hand to God again, And thirst, like parched lands for rain. e 6 [For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn; When will thy smiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove? And God for ever hide his love?] p 7 My God, thy long delay to save Will sink thy pris'ner to the grave: My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye, -Make haste to help-before I die. p 8 [The night is witness to my tears; Distressing pains, distressing fears! -O might I hear thy morning voice, How would my weary soul rejoice!] 9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,— And lift my weary soul on high: For thee sit waiting all the day,And wear the tiresome hours away.

10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show, Which is the path my feet should go: If snares and foes beset the road, o I flee to hide me near my God.

-11 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heavenly hill'
Let the good Spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.

12 [Then shall my soul no more complain;
The tempter then shall rage in vain:
And flesh, that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more.]

PSALM 144. C. M. 1st Part. Bedford. [*]

V. 1, 2—Aid and Victory in Spiritual Warfare.

1 FOR

OR ever blessed be the Lord,
My Saviour and my Shield;

He sends his Spirit with his word,
To arm me for the field.

2 When sin and hell their force unite,
He makes my soul his care;
Instructs me to the heavenly fight,
And guards me through the war.
3 A Friend and Helper, so divine,
Doth my weak courage raise:
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine;
And his shall be the praise.

C. M. 2nd Part. Reading. [b]

V. 3, 4, 5, 6.—Vanity of Man, and Condescension of God. ORD, what is man, poor feeble man, p1L LORD, Born of the earth at first!

His life a shadow, light and vain,
Still hasting to the dust!

-2 Oh what is feeble, dying man,
Or any of his race,

-That God should make it his concern,

To visit him with grace!

g 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down!
Who shakes the worlds above!
And mountains tremble at his frown-
How wondrous is his love!

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L. M. Shoel. [*]

V. 12-15.-The Happy City and Nation.
APPY the city where their sons,
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Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the country, where the sheep,
Cattle, and corn, have large increase;
Where men securely work or sleep,
Nor sons of plunder break their peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd ;
But more divinely blest are those,

On whom the all-sufficient God

Himself, with all his grace, bestows.

PSALM 145. L. M. Green's. Nantwich. [*]

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MY

The Greatness of God.

Y.God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song. u 2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty, done for thee. -3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows, an endless stream: Thy mercy swift; thine anger slow,e But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

g 4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine,
And speak thy majesty divine;

Let ev'ry realm with joy proclaim
The sound and honour of thy name.
o 5 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labour of their tongue.

e 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
-Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds:
Vast-and unsearchable thy ways,
Vast-and immortal be thy praise.

C. M. 1st Part. Barby. Mitcham. [*]

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Ver. 1-7, 11-13.-The Greatness of God
ONG as I live I'll bless thy name,
My King, my God of love;

My work and joy shall be the same,
In the bright world above.

-2 Great is the Lord; his power unknown; And let his praise be great :

I'll sing the honours of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

o 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;
And while my lips rejoice,