7 SWEET is the Mem'ry of thy Grace,
My God, my heav'nly KING!
Let Age to Age thy Righteousness
In Sounds of Glory fing:

8 God reigns on high, but not confines

His Goodness to the Skies; [fhines, Through the whole Earth his Bounty And ev'ry Want fupplies.

9 With longing Eyes thy Creatures wait
On Thee for daily Food;

Thy lib'ral Hand provides their Meat,
And fills their Mouths with Good.

10 How kind are thy Compaffions, LORD!
How flow thine Anger moves!
But foon He fends his pard'ning Word
To cheer the Souls He loves.

11 Creatures, with all their endless Race,
Thy Pow'r and Praife proclaim;
But Saints, that tafte thy richer Grace,
Delight to blefs thy Name.

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12 LET ev'ry Tongue thy Goodness fpeak, Thou fov'reign LORD of All:

Thy ftrength'ning Hands uphold the Weak,
And raise the Poor that fall.

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13 When Sorrow bows the Spirit down,

Or Virtue lies diftreft

Beneath fome proud Oppreffor's Frown,
Thou giv'ft the Mourners Reft.

14 The LORD.fupports our tott'ring Days,
And guides our giddy Youth:
Holy and just are all his Ways,

And all his Words are Truth.

15 He knows the Pains his Servants feel,
He hears his Children cry,
And their best Withes to fulfil
His Grace is ever nigh..

16 His Mercy never fhall remove
From Men of Heart fincere ;

He faves the Souls, whofe humble Love
Is join'd with holy Fear.

17 My Lips fhall dwell upon his Praife,
And spread his Fame abroad:

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Let all the Sons of Adam raife
The Honours of their GOD.

PSALM CXLV. Metre ii.

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Y GOD, my KING, thy various Praise Shall fill the Remnant of my Days: Thy Grace employ my humble Tongue Till Death and Glory raife the Song.

2 The Wings of ev'ry Hour fhall bear Some thankful Tribute to thine Ear; And ev'ry fetting Sun fhall fee

New Works of Duty done for Thee.

3 Thy Truth and Justice I'll proclaim; Thy Bounty flows, an endlef's Stream; Thy Mercy fwift, thine Anger flow, But dreadful to the ftubborn Foe.

4 Thy Works with fov'reign Glory fhine,
And fpeak thy Majefty divine;
Let Britain round her Shores proclaim
The Sound and Honour of thy Name.

5 Let diftant Times and Nations raife
The long Succeffion of thy Praife;
And unborn Ages make my Song
The Joy and Labour of their Tongue.

6 But who can speak thy wondrous Deeds?
Thy Greatnefs all our Thoughts exceeds;
Vaft and unfearchable thy Ways,
Vaft and immortal be thy Praife.

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PSALM CXLV. Metre iii.

HEE will I blefs, my GoD and KING, T Nor ceafe thy wondrous Acts to fing:

From earliest Morn to latest Eve

Thy Praifes on my Tongue fhall live :
While Righteoufnefs and boundless Love
My Heart inflame, my Songs improve.

2 One Chorus of perpetual Praife

To Thee thy various Works fhall raife;
Thy Saints to Thee in Hymns impart
The Transports of a grateful Heart;
The Glories of thy Kingdom tell,
And on thy Wonders fweetly dwell.

3 Ye Souls among his Saints enroll'd,
In God your fure Defence behold,
Whofe Promife Truth eternal guides;
Whofe Mercy o'er each Act prefides;
Who gives the Humble, bow'd with Woe,
His all-fupporting Grace to know.

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PSALM CXLVI. Metre i.

PRAISE the LORD, and thou, my Soul,
For ever blefs his Name;

His wondrous Love, while Lite fhall laft,
My conftant Praife fhall claim.

2 On Kings, the greatest Sons of Men,
Let none for Aid rely;

They cannot fave in dang'rous Times,
Nor timely Help apply.

3 Depriv'd of Breath, to Duft they turn,
And there neglected lie;

And all their Thoughts and vain Designs
Together with them die.

4 Then happy he, who Jacob's GoD
For his Protector takes ;

Who ftill, with well-plac'd Hope, the LORD
His conftant Refuge makes.

5 The LORD who made both Heav'n and Earth, And All that they contain,

Will never quit his fteadfast Truth,
Nor make his Promise vain...

6 The Poor opprefs'd, from all their Wrongs
Are eas'd by his Decree:
He gives the Hungry needful Food,

And fets the Pris'ners free,

7 The Gob, that does in Sion dwell,
Is our eternal KING:

From Age to Age his Reign endures,
Let All his Praifes fing.

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PSALM CXLVI.

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Metre ii.

'LL praife my MAKER with my Breath; And when my Voice is loft in Death, Praife fhall employ my nobler Pow'rs: My Days of Praife fhall ne'er be past,, While Life, and Thought, and Being last, Or Immortality endures.

2 Why should I make a Man my Truft? Princes muft die and turn to Duft:

Vain is the Help of Flesh and Blood;, Their Breath departs, their Pomp and Pow'r, And Thoughts, all vanish in an Hour; Nor can they make their Promife good. 3 Happy the Man whofe Hopes rely On Ifrael's GoD:He made the Sky,

And Earth, and Seas, with all their Train:
His Truth for ever ftands fecure :

He faves the Opprefs'd, he feeds the Poor ;
And none fhall find his Promise vain.

4 THE LORD hath Eyes to give the Blind; The LORD fupports the finking Mind;

He fends the lab'ring Confcience Peace;
He helps the Stranger in Distress,
The Widow and the Fatherlefs, I
And grants the Pris'ner fweet Release.
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5 He loves his Salles

5 He loves his Saints: He knows them well,
But turns the Wicked down to Hell:
Thy GoD, O Zion, ever reigns:
Let ev'ry Tongue, let ev'ry Age,
In this exalted Work engage;

Praife Him in everlafting Strains.