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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;
Nor let my feet incline to tread

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 MO God I made my sorrows known;

1 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.
04 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; 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.
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 ?] 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,
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. 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 :
He makes the glorious victry 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. p1 T ORD, what is man, poor feeble man,

I 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!

L. M. Shoel. [*]
V. 12–15.- The Happy City and Nation.
1 H APPY the city where their sons,

I 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. Greens. Nantwich. [*]

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.
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 : 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 :
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,

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