2 Remit my Guilt, nor call me forth
In Judgment to appear;
Since none of all the Tribes on Earth
Can in thy Sight, be clear.
3 The Hand of unrelenting Pow'r
My Happiness invades :
As Men that long have been no more,
I grovel in the Shades.
4 Hence potent Grief and gloomy Care
My inward Peace destroy:
The black Intrufions of Defpair
Cloud ev'ry Glimpfe of Joy.
5 Yet from the Scenes of paft Diftrefs
Some Comforts I derive;
The ancient Wonders of thy Grace
My dying Hopes revive.
6 To Thee I ftretch my Hands abroad,
And raise my mental Pow'rs ;
So thirfts the dry and parched Clod
For the refreshing Show'rs.
7 Hear, O my GoD, be quick to fave;
My vital Strength decays:
Thine Abfence brings me near the Grave,
While Grief confumes my Days..
8 When balmy Sleep forfakes my Head,
Thy gracious Aid impart;
Defcribe the Path I ought to tread,
And fix it in my Heart.
9 TO Thee my languid Soul afpires,
When threatning Foes engage;
Vouchfafe to fecond my Defires,
And difconcert their Rage.
10 Teach me to execute thy Will,
My only fov'reign Guide;
And bear me to thy facred Hill,
Where endless Joys refide.
II Quicken, O GOD! and make me whole,
Extinguifh all Despair;
Enlarge and extricate my Soul,
And diffipate my Care.
12 Then, while thy Goodnefs fhall prolong The Measure of my Days,
My grateful Soul fhall prompt my Tongue
To celebrate thy Praise.
PSALM CXLIII. Metre ii.
M Hear when I fpread my Hands abroad,
Y righteous JUDGE, mygracious GOD,
And cry for Succour from thy Throne; ?
O make thy Truth and Mercy known!
2 Let Judgment not against me pass;
Behold thy Servant pleads thy Grace:
Should Juftice call us to thy Bar,
No Man alive is guiltless there.
3 Look down in Pity, LORD, and fee
The mighty Woes that burden me:
Down to the Duft my Life is brought,
Like one long bury'd and forgot.
I dwell in darkness and unfeen;
My Heart is defolate within:
My Thoughts in mufing Silence 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 In Thee I truft, to Thee I figh,
And lift my heavy Soul on high;
For Thee fit waiting all the Day,
And wear the tiresome Hours away.
7 Break off my Fetters, LORD, and show
Which is the Path my Feet fhould go ;
If Snares and Foes befet the Road,
I flee to hide me near my GOD.
8 Teach me to do thy holy Will,
And lead me to thy heav'nly Hill;
Let the good SPIRIT of thy Love
Conduct me to thy Courts above.
9 Then fhall my Soul no more complain;
The Tempter then fhall rage in vain;
And Flefh, that was my Foe before,
Shall never vex my Spirit more.
OR ever bleffed be the LORD,
My SAVIOUR and my SHIELD;
He fends 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,
Inftructs me to the heav'nly Fight,
And guards me through the War.
3 A Friend and Helper fo divine,
Does my weak Courage raife;
He makes the glorious Vict'ry mine,
And His fhall be the Praife.
4 LORD, what is Man, poor feeble Man,
Born of the Earth at first?
His Life a Shadow, light and vain,
Still hafting to the Duft.
5 O what is feeble, dying Man,
Or any of his Race,
That GOD fhould make it his Concern
To vifit him with Grace?
6 That God who darts his Lightnings down;
Who fhakes the Worlds above,
And Mountains tremble at his Frown;
How wondrous is his Love!
7 HAPPY the City, where their Sons
Like Pillars round a Palace fet,
And Daughters, bright as polifh'd Stones,
Give Strength and Beauty to the Státe.
8 Happy the Country where the Sheep,
Cattle and Corn have large Increase
Where Men fecurely work or fleep,
Nor Sons of Plunder break the Peace.
9 Happy the Nation thus endow'd,'
But more divinely blefs'd are thofe
On whom the All-fufficient GOD
Himfelf with all his Grace beftows.
ONG as I live I'll blefs thy Name,
My KING, my GOD of Love;
My Work and Joy fhall be the same,
In the bright World above.
2 Great is the LORD, his Pow'r unknown, And let his Praise be great:
I'll fing the Honours of thy Throne,
Thy Works of Grace repeat.
3 Thy Grace fhall dwell upon my Tongue; And while my Lips rejoice,
The Men that hear my facred Song,
Shall join their cheerful Voice.
Fathers to Sons fhall teach thy Name,
And Children learn thy Ways;
Ages to come thy Truth proclaim,
And Nations found thy Praise.
5 Thy glorious Deeds, of ancient Date,
Shall through the World be known;
Thine Arm of Pow'r, thy heav'nly State,
With public Splendor fhown.
6 The World is manag'd by thy Hands,
Thy Saints are rul'd by Love;
And thine eternal Kingdom ftands,
Though Rocks and Hills remove.
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