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.

⚫ 4 Heaven, earth, and sea, and fire and wind, Shew me thy wondrous skill;

в

But I review myself, and find

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.

1

The Mercies of God innumerable.

LORD, when I count thy mercies o'er,
They strike me with surprise;

Not all the sands that spread the shore
To equal numbers rise.

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 ; 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. [*]

V. 2, 3, 4, 5.

1

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.

• 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!
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.

1

PSALM 142. C. M. Isle of Wight. [b]
God the Hope of the Helpless.
TO God I made my sorrows known;

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.

. 4 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.'

e 5 Lord, 1 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;
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 MY righteous Judge, my gracious God,

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?]

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, • 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 OR ever blessed be the Lord,

FOR

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 vict'ry mine;
And his shall be the praise.

C. M.

V. 3, 4, 5, 6.

2nd Part. Reading. [b] Vanity of Man, and Condescension of God.

P1 LORD, what is man, poor feeble man,

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 HAPPY the city where their sons,

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. Green's. Nantwich. [*] The Greatness of God.

1 MY God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the reinnant of my days;

Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
u 2 The wings of ev'ry 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. [*]
V. 1-7, 11-13. The Greatness of God.
• 1 LONG as I live I'll bless thy name,
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,