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3 He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fix'd the starry lights on high:
“ Repeat his mercies in your long. 4 He fills the sun with morning light,
He bids the moon direct the night:
" When suns and moons shall shine no more. 5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand,
And brought them to the promis'd land:
“ Repeat his mercies in your song. 6 He saw the Geotiles-dead in fin,
And felt his pity work within:
“ When death and fio shall reign no more. 7
He sent his Son with pow'r to fave From guilt and darkness, and the grave: “ Wonders of grace to God belong,
“Repeat his mercies in your song.
And leads us to his heav'nly feat:
W TH praise my Maker in my fong:
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise. 2 Angels that make thy church their care,
Shall witness my devotions there:
While holy zeal directs my eyes
To thy fair temple in the skies.] 3
I'll fing thy truth and mercy, Lord,
So much thy pow'r ad glory fhow. 4 To God I cry'd when troubles rose;
He heard me, and subdu'd my foes;
And freogth diffus'd thro' all my soul. $ The God of heav'n maintains his state,
Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great
The fons of humble poverty.
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
And keep my dying faith alive.
To fave from forrows or from sins:
Eternal mercy oe'er forsakes.
The all-feeing God. 2
eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and felh with all their pow'rs. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God diftinctly known;
LORD thou hafi tearch'd
and feen me thro,
3 Within thy circling pow'r I stand;
On ev'ry side I find thy band:
I am surrounded still with God.
What large extent! what lofty height!
Is in the boundless prospect loft, 5“ ( may these thoughts poffefs my breast
56 Where'er / rove, where'er | rest!
6 Could I fo false, fo faithless prove,
To quit thy service and thy love,
Or from thy dreadful glory run! >If up to heav'n I take my fight,
'Tis there thou dwell'It enthron’d in light, Or dive to hell, there veng'ance reigns,
And Satan groans beneath thy chains. 8 If mounted on a morning ray
I fly beyond the Western Sea,
And there arrest thy fugitive.
Beneath the spreading veil of night, One glance of thine, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. TO “ O may these thoughts poffefs my brealt; " Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
« Nor let my weaker pallions dare
No screen from thy all-searching eyes;
Thro'midnight shades as blazing noon. 12 Midnight and soon in this agree,
Great God, they're both alike to thee; 'Not death can hide what God will spy,
And hell lyes naked to his eye.
" Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
PSALM CXXXIX Second Part. Long Metre.
formation of man.
A work of such a curious frame;
And each proclaims thy skill divine. 2 Thine eyes did all my limbs survey,
Which yet in dark confusion lay;
Formo'd by the model of thy book.
And what thy fov'reign counfels fram'd,
Was copy'd with unerting art.
God Nana'd his image on my frame;
And in some unknown moment join'd
The finish'd members to the mind.
And all the passions of the man:
I've acted on life's busy stage,
The pow'r of numbers to recount. 7 I could survey the ocean o'er
And count each fand that makes the shore,
The aum'rous wonders of thy grace, 8 These on my heart are still impreit,
With thefe I give my eyes to rest;
M* When impious men eranfgrefs thy will!
PSALM CXXXIX. Third Part. Long Metre.
! I mourn to hear their lips profane,
Take thy tremendous name in vain. 2 Does not my foul detest and hate
The fons of malice and deceit? Thole that oppose thy laws and thee, ý couät them enemies to me. 3 Lord, search my foul, try ev'ry thought;
Tbo' my own heart accuse me not