11 Thine Eyes did all my Limbs furvey,
Which yet in dark Confufion lay;
Thou faw'ft the daily Growth they took,
Form'd by the Model of thy Book.
12 By Thee my growing Parts were nam'd,
And what thy fov'reign Counfels fram'd,
(The breathing Lungs, the beating Heart)
Was copy'd with unerring Art.
13 To fhew th' Almighty Maker's Name,
GOD ftamp'd his Image on my Frame,
And by his wondrous Counsel join'd
The finifh'd Members to the Mind.
14 There the young Seeds of Thought began,
And all the Paffions of the Man:
Great GOD, our Infant-Nature pays
Immortal Tribute to thy Praife.
15 LORD, fince in my advancing Age
I've acted on Life's bufy Stage,
Thy Thoughts of Love to me furmount
The Pow'r of Numbers to recount.
16 I could furvey the Ocean o'er,
And count each Sand that makes the Shore,
Before my
fwifteft Thoughts could trace
The num❜rous Wonders of thy Gracë.
17 Thefe on my Heart are ftill impreft,
With thefe I give my Eyes to reft;
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And at my waking Hour I find
GOD and his Love poffefs my Mind.
18 MY GOD, what inward Grief I feel,
When impious Men tranfgrefs thy Will!
I mourn to hear their Lips profane
Take thy tremendous Name in vain.
19 Does not my Soul deteft and hate
The Sons of Malice and Deceit ?
Thofe that oppofe thy Laws and Thee,
I count them Enemies to me.
20 LORD, fearch my Soul, try ev'ry Thought;
Though my own Heart accufe me not
Of walking in a falfe Difguife,
I beg the Trial of thine Eyes.
21 Doth fecret Mischief lurk within?
Do I indulge fome unknown Sin?
O turn my Feet, whene'er I ftray,
And lead me in thy perfect Way.
PSALM CXL.
RESERVE me, LORD, from craftyFoes
Of treacherous Intent;
And from the Sons of Violence
On open Mischief bent.
2 Their fland'ring Tongues the Serpent's
In Sharpness do exceed ;
Between their Lips the Gall of Afps,
And Adders' Venom, breed.
But thus inviron'd with Distress,
"Thou art my God, I said,
"LORD, hear my fupplicating Voice,
"That calls to Thee for Aid.
"Permit not their unjuft Defigns "To answer their Defire;
"Left they, encourag'd by Succefs, "To bolder Crimes afpire."
5 Though Slander's Breath may raise a Storm, It quickly will decay:
Their Rage does but the Torrent fwell,
That bears themselves away.
6 GOD will affert the poor Man's Caufe,
And fpeedy Succour give;
The Juft fhall celebrate his Praise,
And in his Prefence live.
PSALM CXLI.
MY GOD, accept my early Vows,
Like Morning-Incenfe in thine Houfe,
And let my nightly Worship rife
Sweet as the Ev'ning-Sacrifice.
2 Watch o'er my Lips, and guard them, LORD,
From ev'ry rath and heedlefs Word';
Nor let my Feet incline to tread
The guilty Paths where Sinners lead.
O may the Righteous, when I ftray,
Smite and reprove my wand'ring Way!
Their gentle Words, like Ointment thed,
Shall never bruife, but cheer my Head.
When I behold them preft with Grief,,
I'll cry to Heav'n for their Relief;
And by my warm Petitions prove,
How much I prize their faithful Love.
O GOD I made my Sorrows known,
From GOD I fought Relief;
In long Complaints before his Throne
I pour'd out all my Grief.
2 My Soul was overwhelm'd with Woes,
My Heart began to break;
My God, who all my Burdens knows,
He knows the Way I take.
3 On ev'ry Side I caft mine Eye,
And found my Helpers gone;
While Friends and Strangers pafs'd me by
Neglected, or unknown.
4 Then did I raise a louder Cry,
And call'd thy Mercies near:
"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 maké my Foes who vex me know
I've an Almighty FRIEND.
6 From my fad Prifon fet me free,
Then fhall I praife thy Name;
And holy Men fhall join with me,
Thy Kindness to proclaim.
PSALM CXLII.
O Gob I faife my humble Cry,
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To Him unfold my mournful Cafe ;
Proftrate before his Throne I lie,
Timplore and füpplicate His Grace.
2 While, plung'd in Sorrow, I endure
Th' opprobrious Taunts of fcornful Pride,
How far my Sentiments are pure,
Omnifcience, only, can decide.
3 Around I caft my wifhful Eyes,
Diftrefs'd, abandon'd, and forlorn,
But, to my Grief and fad Surprise,
Am answer'd with Contempt and Scorn.
4 No kindly Refuge or Retreat
Invites my fainting Soul to Reft;
No foft Humanity I meet,
No friendly Comforts make me bleft.
5 Indulge, O GOD, my louder Cry;
Cherifh my Hope and foothe my Fear;
Thou art my fov'reign Blifs on high,
Be Thou my Shield and Refuge here.
6 While I beneath Affliction bow,
To my pathetic Suit attend,
And let my Perfecutors know,
Omnipotence is ftill my Friend,
7 Enlarge my Sphere, and fet me free
From Prifon, Bondage, Guilt, and Shame;
Then fhall the Righteous join with me,
Thy kind Indulgence to proclaim.
EAR, gracious LORD, my fervent Indulge my humble Cry: [Pray'r, Thy Truth and Righteoufnefs declare, Ánd fave me from on high,
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