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I Thine Eyes did all my Limbs survey,
Which yet in dark Confusion lay;
Form’d by the Model of thy Book.
And what thy sov’reign Counsels fram'dy. (The breathing Lungs, the beating Heart)
Was copy'd with unerring Art.
God stamp'd his Image on my Frame,
The finish'd Members to the Mind.
And all the Pallions of the Man :
15 LORD, since in my advancing Age
I've acted on Life's busy Stage,
The Pow'r of Numbers to recount,
And count each Sand that makes the Shore,
The num'rous Wonders of thy Grace.
With these I give my Eyes to rest ;
When impious Men transgress thy Will!
Take thy tremendous Name in vain. 19 Does not my Soul detest and hate
The Sons of Mialice and Deceit?
I count them Enemies to me. 20 LORD, search my Soul, try ev'ry Thought;
Though my own Heart accuse me not
I beg the Trial of thine Eyes.
Do I indulge some unknown Sin?
PSA L M CXL.
Of treacherous Intent;
On open Mischief bent. 2 Their fand'ring Tongues the Serpent's
In Sharpness do exceed; (Sting Between their Lips the Gall of Afps,
And Adders' Venom, breed.
« Thou art my God, I said,
« That calls to Thee for Aid.
« To answer their Desire;
“ To bolder Crimes áspire.” 5 Though Slander's Breath may raise a Storm,
It quickly will decay :
That bears themselves away.
And speedy Succour give;
And in his Presence live.
Y Gon, accept my early Vows,
Like Morning-Incensein thine House, And let my nightly Woríhip rise
Sweet as the Ev’ning-Sacrifice.
From ev'ry rath and heedless Word;
3 3 O may the Righteous, when I ftray,
Smite and reprove my wand’ring Way!
Shall never bruise, but cheer my Head.
When I behold them prest with Grief,
PS À L M CXLIÍ. Metre i. I O God I made my Sorrows known, In long Complaints before his Throne I pour'd out al]
My Heart began to break;
He knows the Way I take. 3 On ev'ry Side I cast mine Eye,
And found my Helpers gone ;
Neglected, or unknown.
And call'd thy Mercies near : « Thou art my PORTION when I die,
« Be Thou my Refuge here."
Now let thine Ear attend,
Foes who vex me know
Then shall I praise thy Name; And holy Men Thall join with me, -.Thy Kindnefs to proclaim. PS À L M CXLII. Mêtre ii.
O Gob I raise my humble Cry,
To His unfold my mournful Cale; Prostrate before his Throne I lie, T'implore and füpplicate His Grace.
2 While, plung'd in Sorrow, I endure
Th' opprobrious Taunts of fcornful Pride,
Omniscience, only, can decide.
Distress'd, abandon'd, and forlorn,
Am answer'd with Contempt and Scorn.
Invites my fainting Soul to Rest;
No friendly Comforts make me blest.
Cherish my Hope and foothe my Fear;
To my pathetic Suit attend,
Omnipotence is still my Friend, .
Then shall the Righteous join with me,
PS A L M CXLIII. Metre i.
Indulge my humble Cry: [Pray'r,