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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. 0 4 Heaven, earth, and sea, and fire and wind;
Shew me thy wondrous skill; But I review myself, and find e 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. IT ORD, when I count thy mercies o’er,
I 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 stands
The 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; e How kind, how dear to me!. o O may the hour that ends my sleep,
Still find my thoughts with thee.
PSALM 141. L. M. Worship. Dresden. [*]
V.2, 3, 4, 5.-Watchfulness and Brotherly Love. 1 VTY God, accept my early vows,
LVI Like morning incense in thy house; And let my nightly worship rise,
Sweet as the ev’ning sacrifice. é 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From ev'ry rash and heedless word;
The guilty path where sinners lead. 30 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.
PSALM 142. C. M. Isle of Wight. [b]
God the Hope of the Helpless.
1 From God I sought relief:
I pour'd out all my grief.
My heart began to break;
He knows the way I take.
And found my helpers gone;
Neglected and unknown.
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; 0 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 M Y righteous Judge, my gracious God,
II Hear, when I spread my hands abroad, And cry for succour from thy throne;
O make thy truth and mercy known.
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace:
3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see
Like one long buried and forgot.)
My heart is desolate within:
The ancient wonders of thy grace.
To bear my sinking spirits up;
When will thy smiling face return?
And God for ever hide his love ?] py 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 ! - 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,
And lead me to thy heavenly hill ;
PSALM 144. C. M. 1st Part. Bedford. [*]
V. 1,2-Aid and Victory in Spiritual Warfare. 1. TVOR ever blessed be the Lord,
T 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 :
C. M. 2nd Part. Reading. [b] V. 3, 4, 5, 6.—Vanity of Man, and Condescension of God. p1 T ORD, what is man, poor feeble man,
I Born of the earth at first!
Still hasting to the dust!
Or any of his race,
To visit him with grace! g 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down!
Who shakes the worlds above!
L. M. Shoel. [*]
I Like pillars round a palace set,
On whom the all-sufficient God
The Greatness of God. 1MY.God, my King, thy various praise
11 Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
Thy bounty flows, an endless stream:
Thy mercy swift ; thine anger slow,
And speak thy majesty divine;
The sound and honour of thy name.
The long succession of thy praise ;
The joy and labour of their tongue. e 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? -Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds : g Vast-and unsearchable thy ways, Vast-and immortal be thy praise. C. M. 1st Part. Barby. Mitcham. [*]
Ver. 1–7, 11-13.—The Greatness of God 01 T ONG as I live I'll bless thy name,
I 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 :
Thy works of grace repeat. o 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;
And while my lips rejoice,