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; e But I review myself, and find 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, 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! e o O may the hour that ends my sleep, Still find my thoughts with thee. PSALM 141. L. M. Worship. Dresden. [*] 1 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, 1 PSALM 142. C. M. Isle of Wight. [b] T 10 God I made my sorrows known; In long complaints, before his throne, p 2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes, 3 On ev'ry side I cast mine eye, 0 4 Then did I raise a louder cry, d 'Thou art my portion when I die,'Be thou my refuge here.' • 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, And make my foes, who vex me, know 6 From my sad prison set me free; PSALM 143. L. M. Geneva. [b] a 1 MY righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear, when I spread my hands abroad, And cry for succour from thy throne; 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, 12 [Then shall my soul no more complain; PSALM 144. C. M. 1st Part. Bedford. [*] V. 1, 2—Aid and Victory in Spiritual Warfare. 1 FOR OR ever blessed be the Lord, He sends his Spirit with his word, 2 When sin and hell their force unite, 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, -2 Oh what is feeble, dying man, -That God should make it his concern, To visit him with grace! g 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down! 1 L. M. Shoel. [*] V. 12-15.-The Happy City and Nation. On whom the all-sufficient God Himself, with all his grace, bestows. PSALM 145. L. M. Green's. Nantwich. [*] 1 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, Let ev'ry realm with joy proclaim e 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? C. M. 1st Part. Barby. Mitcham. [*] 'L Ver. 1-7, 11-13.-The Greatness of God My work and joy shall be the same, -2 Great is the Lord; his power unknown; And let his praise be great : I'll sing the honours of thy throne, o 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; |