3 O may the righteous, when I stray, PSALM CXLII. Common Metre. [b] 1 TO God I made my forrows known, In long complaints before his throne 2 My foul was overwhelm'd with woes, My God, who all my burdens knows, While friends and ftrangers pafs'd me by, 4 Then did I raise a louder cry, And call'd thy mercy near, "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 fad prifon fet me free, 1 PSALM CXLIII. Long Metre. [b] Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body. MY Y righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear when I fpread my hands abroad, And cry for fuccour from thy throne: O make thy truth and mercy known. 2 Let judgment not against me pafs; Behold thy fervant pleads thy grace: Should juftice call us to thy bar, 4 My thoughts in mufing filence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. 5 Thence I derive a glimpfe of hope To bear my finking spirits up; I ftretch my hands to God again, And thirst, like parched lands, for rain. 6 For thee I thirft, I pray, I mourn; When will thy fmiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove? And God forever hide his love? 7 My God, thy long delay to fave Will fink thy prifoner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye: Make hafte to help before I die. 8 The night is witnefs to my tears, Diftreffing pains, diftreffing fears; O might I hear thy morning voice, How would my wearied powers rejoice! In thee I truft, to thee I figh, And lift my weary foul on high; For thee fit waiting all the day, And wear the tirefome hours away. 9 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and fhow 11 Teach me to do thy holy will, 12 Then fhall my foul no more complain, PSALM CXLIV. 1ft Part. Com. Met. [*] Affiftance and victory in the fpiritual warfare. Ver. 1, 2. FOREVER bleffed be the Lord, 2 When fin and hell their force unite, PSALM CXLIV. 2d Part. Com. Metre. [b] 1 LORD, what is man, poor feeble man, Born of the earth at firft! His life a fhadow, light and vain, Still hafting to the duft. 2O what is feeble, dying man, Or any of his race, That God fhould make it his concern 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down, And mountains tremble at his frown, PSALM CXLIV. Long Metre. [*] Ver. 12-15. Grace above riches; or, the happy nation. 1 [APPY the city where their fons HA Like pillars round a palace fet, On whom the ail-fufficient God, Himfelf, with all his grace bestows. PSALM CXLV. Long Metre. [*] The greatness of God. 1 Μ% Shall fill the remnant of my days: 4 Thy works with fovereign glory fhine, every realm with joy" proclaim Vaft and immortal be thy praife! PSALM CXLV. 1ft Part. Com. Metre. [*] My work and joy fhall be the fame Great is the Lord, his power unknown, I'll fing the honours of thy throne, 3 Thy grace fhall dwell upon my tongue, The men that hear my facred fong 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands; PSALM CXLV. 2d Part. Com. Metre. [*] 1 SWEE Let age to age thy righteousness In fongs of glory fing. 2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines Through the whole earth his bounty fhines, 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait Thy liberal hand provides their meat, But foon he fends his pardoning word 5 Creatures, with all their endlefs race, PSALM CXLV. 3d Part. Com. Metre. [*] 1 prayer. 'L Thow fotong Lord of all; ET every tongue thy goodness speak, |