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When I behold them press’d with grief,
I'll cry to heaven for their relief;
And by my fervent prayer will prove,
How much I prize their faithful love.

PSALM 143. L. M.
For deliverance from spiritual enemies.—v. 1, 5, 10.

HEAR me, O Lord, in my distress;
Hear me in truth and righteousness;
For at thy bar of judgment tried
None living can be justified.
Lord, I have foes without, within,
The world, the flesh, indwelling sin,
Life's daily ills, temptation's power,
And Satan roaring to devour.
These, these my fainting soul surround,
My strength is smitten to the ground;
Like those long dead, beneath their weight
Crush'd is my heart and desolate.
Yet, in the gloom of silent thought,
I call to mind what God hath wrought,
Thy wonders in the days of old,
Thy mercies great and manifold.
Teach me thy will, subdue my own ;
Thou art my God, and thou alone;
By thy good Spirit guide me still,
Safe from all foes, to Sion's hill.

PSALM 144. C. M.
Assistance and victory in the spiritual warfare.
FOR ever blessed be the Lord,

My Saviour and my Shield;
He sends his Spirit with his word,

To arm me for the field.

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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.
A Friend and Helper so divine

Does my weak courage raise;
He makes the glorious victory mine,

And his shall be the praise.

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PSALM 145. c. M.

God's mercies over all his works.
SWEET is the memory of thy grace,

My God, my heavenly King;
Let age to age thy righteousness

In sounds of glory sing.
God reigns on high, but not confines

His goodness to the skies;
Through the whole earth his bounty shines,

And every want supplies.
With longing eyes thy creatures wait

On thee for daily food ;
Thy liberal band provides their meat,

And fills their mouth with good.
How kind are thy compassions, Lord !

How slow thine anger moves !
But soon he sends his pardoning word,

To cheer the souls he loves.
Creatures, with all their endless race,

Thy power and praise proclaim ;
But saints, that know thy saving grace,

Delight to bless thy name.

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PSALM 146. 6 LINES 8's.
Praise to God for his goodness and mercy.
I'LL praise my Maker with my breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,

Or immortality endures.
2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely

On Israel's God: he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train :
His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves the oppress'd, he feeds the poor;

And none shall find his promise vain.
The Lord gives eyesight to the blind ,
The Lord supports the sinking mind;

And sends the labouring conscience peace:
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow, and the fatherless,

And grants the prisoner sweet release. 4 I'll praise him while he gives me breath;

And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers :
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

PSALM 147. L. M.
Praise the christian's duty and privilege.
1 FRAISE ye the Lord : 'tis good to raise

Our hearts and voices in his praise ;
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.

2 He form’d the stars, those heavenly flames,

He counts their number, calls their names : His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,

A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd. 3 He makes the grass the hills adorn,

And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food his hands supply,

And the young ravens when they cry. 4 But saints are lovely in his sight,

He views his children with delight;
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks and loves his image there.
PSALM 148. VERSION 1. 6.6.8.

The universe invited to praise God. 1 YE boundless realms of joy,

Exalt your Maker's fame;
His praise your song employ,

Above the starry frame;
Your voices raise, ye Cherubim
And Seraphim, to sing his praise.
Thou moon that rul'st the night,

And sun that guid’st the day,
Ye glittering stars of light,

To him your homage pay;
His praise declare, ye heavens above,

And clouds that move in liquid air. 3 Let every creature join

To bless his holy name,
By whose almighty word

They all from nothing came;
O let them raise their grateful voice,
And still rejoice the Lord to praise.

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PSALM 148. VERSION 2. 8.7.

Praise to God.
PRAISE the Lord ! ye heavens, adore him;

Praise him, angels in the height;
Sun and moon, rejoice before him,

Praise him, all ye stars and light:
Praise the Lord ! for he hath spoken,

Worlds the mighty voice obey’d;
Laws, which never can be broken,

For their guidance he hath made.
Praise the Lord! for he is glorious;

Never shall his promise fail ;
Christ hath made his saints victorious,

Sin and death shall not prevail.
Praise the God of our salvation,

Hosts on high his praise proclaim ;
Heaven, and earth, and all creation,

Laud and magnify his name.
PSALM 150. VERSION 1. L. M..

Universal praise to God.
O PRAISE the Lord in that blest place,
From whence his goodness largely flows;
Praise him in heaven, where he his face
Unveild in perfect glory shows.
Praise bim for all the mighty acts
Which he on our behalf has done;
His kindness this return exacts,
With which our praise should equal run.
Let all who vital breath enjoy,
The breath he does to them afford,
In just returns of praise employ;
Let every creature praise the Lord.

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