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3 I'll fing thy Truth and Mercy, LORD,
I'll fing the Wonders of thy Word;
Not all thy Works and Names below
So much thy Pow'r and Glory show.

4 To Gop I cry'd when Troubles rofe;
He heard me, and fubdu'd my Foes :
He did my rifing Fears control,

And Strength diffus'd through all my Soul.

5 The God of Heav'n maintains his State,
Frowns on the Proud, and fcorns the Great;
But from his Throne defcends to fee
The Sons of humble Poverty.

6 Amidft a thousand Snares I ftand,
Upheld and guarded by thy Hand:
Thy Words my fainting Soul revive,
And keep my dying Faith alive.

7 Grace will complete what Grace begins,
To fave from Sorrows, or from Sins:
The Work that Wildom undertakes
Eternal Mercy ne'er forfakes.

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PSALM

CXXXIX.

Metre i.

N all my vaft Concerns with Thee,
In vain my Soul would try

To fhun thy Prefence, LORD, or flee
The Notice of thine Eye.

2 Thy all-furrounding Sight furveys
My Rifing and my Reft;

My public Walks, my private Ways,
And Secrets of my Breaft.

3 My Thoughts lie open to the LORD,
Before they're form'd within;

And ere my Lips pronounce the Word,
He knows the Senfe I mean..

4 O wondrous Knowledge, deep and high!
Where can a Creature hide?
Within thy circling Arms I lie,.
Befet on ev'ry Side.

5 So let thy Grace furround me still,
And like a Bulwark prove,
To guard my Soul from ev'ry Ill,
Secur'd by fov'reign Love.

PART II.

6 LORD, where fhall guilty Souls retire, Forgotten and unknown?

In Hell, they meet thy dreadful Fire,
In Heav'n thy glorious Throne.

Should I fupprefs my vital Breath,
To 'fcape the Wrath divine;
Thy Voice would break the Bars of Death,
And make the Grave refign.

8 If, wing'd with Beams of Morning-Light, I fly beyond the Weft;

Thy Hand, which muft fupport my Flight,
Wou'd foon betray my Reft.

9 If o'er my Sins I think to draw
The Curtains of the Night;

Those flaming Eyes, that guard thy Law,
Would turn the Shades to Light.

10 The Beams of Noon, the Midnight-Hours, Are both alike to Thee:

O may I ne'er provoke that Pow'r
From which I cannot flee!

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11 WHEN I with pleafing Wonder stand, And all my Frame furvey,

LORD, 'tis thy Work; I own thy Hand
Thus built my humble Clay.

12 Thy Hand my Heart and Reins poffeft,
Where unborn Nature grew;
Thy Wisdom all my Features trac'd,
And all my Members drew.

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Thine Eye with niceft Care furvey'd
The Growth of ev'ry Part;

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Till the whole Scheme thy Thoughts had Was copy'd by thine Art.

14 Heav'n, Earth and Sea, and Fire and Wind, Shew me thy wondrous Skill;

But I review myfelf, and find

Diviner Wonders ftill.

15 Thine awful Glories round me fhine,
My Flesh proclaims thy Praife;
LORD, to thy Works of Nature join
Thy Miracles of Grace.

PART IV.

16 LORD, when I count thy Mercies o'er, They ftrike me with Surprife;

Not all the Sands that spread the Shore
To equal Numbers rife.

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17 My Flesh with Fear and Wonder stands, The Product of thy Skill;

And hourly Bleffings from thy Hands?
Thy Thoughts of Love reveal.

18 Thefe on my Heart by Night I keep;
How kind, how dear to ine!

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may the Hour that ends my Sleep
i Still find my Thoughts with Thee!

PSALM CXXXIX. Metre ii.

ORD, Thou haft fearch'd and seen me through;

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Thine Eye commands, with piercing View,
My rifing and my refting Hours,

My Heart, and Flesh, with all their Pow'rs.

2 My Thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my GOD diftinctly known;

He knows the Words I mean to speak,
Ere from my op'ning Lips they break..
3: Within thy circling Pow'r I ftand;
On ev'ry Side I find thy Hand ;
Awake, afleep, at home, abroad,
I am furrounded ftill with GOD.

4 Amazing Knowledge, vaft and great!
What large Extent! what lofty Height!
My Soul, with all the Pow'rs 1 boast,,
Is in the boundleís Profpect loft.

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[0 may thefe Thoughts poffefs my Breaft,
Where-e'er I rove, where-e'er I reft!
Nor let my weaker Paffions dare
Confent to Sin, for God is there.]

PART II.

5 COULD I fo falfe, fo faithlefs prove
To quit thy Service and thy Love,
Where, LORD, could I thy Prefence fhun,
Or from thy dreadful Glory run ?

6 If up to Heav'n I take my Flight, [Light;
'Tis there Thou dwell'ft enthron'd in
Or dive to Hell, there Vengeance reigns,
And Satan groans beneath thy Chains.
If mounted on a Morning-Ray,
I fly beyond the Western Sea,
Thy fwifter Hand would first arrive,
And there arreft thy Fugitive.

8 Or should I try to fhun thy Sight
Beneath the fpreading Veil of Night,
One Glance of Thine, one piercing Ray,
Would kindle Darkness into Day.

9 The Veil of Night is no Difguife,

No Screen from thy all-fearching Eyes;
Thy Hand can feize the Foes as foon
ThroughMidnight-Shades asblazing Noon.
[0 may thefe Thoughts poffefs my Breast,
Where-e'er I rove, where-e'er I reft!
Nor let my weaker Paffions dare
Confent to Sin, for God is there.]

PART III.

10 'TWAS from thy Hand, my GOD, I came; A Work of fuch a curious Frame;

In me thy fearful Wonders fhine,
And each proclaims thy Skill divine.

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