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3 He built the earth, he spread the sky,

And fix'd the starry lights on high:
• Wonders of grace to God belong,

“ Repeat his mercies in your long. 4 He fills the sun with morning light,

He bids the moon direct the night:
“ His mercies ever shall endure,

" 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:
“ Wonders of grace to God belong,

“ Repeat his mercies in your song. 6 He saw the Geotiles-dead in fin,

And felt his pity work within:
“ His mercies ever shall endure,

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.
8 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet,

And leads us to his heav'nly feat:
“ His mercies ever shall endure,
" When this vain world fhall be no more,

PSALM CXXXVIII.
Restoring and preserving grace.
ITH all my pow'rs of heart and tongue

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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:

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While holy zeal directs my eyes

To thy fair temple in the skies.] 3

I'll fing thy truth and mercy, Lord,
I'll sing the wonders of thy word;
Not all thy works and pames below

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;
He did my rising fears controul

And freogth diffus'd thro' all my soul. $ The God of heav'n maintains his state,

Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great
But from his throne descends to see

The fons of humble poverty.
6 Amidst a thousand snares I stand

Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,

And keep my dying faith alive.
i Grace will complete what grace begins,

To fave from forrows or from sins:
The work that wisdom undertakes

Eternal mercy oe'er forsakes.
PSALM CXXXIX. First Part. Long Mere

The all-feeing God. 2

Thine

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;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my op'ning lips they breáls.

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:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,

I am surrounded still with God.
4 Amazing knowledge! vast and great!

What large extent! what lofty height!
My soul, with all the pow'rs I boast

Is in the boundless prospect loft, 5( may these thoughts poffefs my breast

56 Where'er / rove, where'er | rest!
“ Nor let my weaker pallions dare
“ Consent to fin, for God is there."

Pause: 1.

6 Could I fo false, fo faithless prove,

To quit thy service and thy love,
Where, Lord, could I thy presence (hung

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,
Thy fwitter band would first arrive,

And there arrest thy fugitive.
9 Or should I try to shun thy fight

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
“ Conlent to sin, for God is there.

PAUSE IL.
11 The veil of night is no disguise,

No screen from thy all-searching eyes;
Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon

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.
13 "O may chefe thoughts poffefs my breast,

" Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
« Nor let my weaker pasijons dare
« Coplent to fio for God is there.

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PSALM CXXXIX Second Part. Long Metre.
The wonderful

formation of man.
WAS from thy hand, my God, I came,

A work of such a curious frame;
In me thy fearful wonders shine,

And each proclaims thy skill divine. 2 Thine eyes did all my limbs survey,

Which yet in dark confusion lay;
Thou law'st the daily growth they took,

Formo'd by the model of thy book.
3 By thee my growing parts were namid,

And what thy fov'reign counfels fram'd,
(The breathing lungs, the beating heart)

Was copy'd with unerting art.
4 Artaff to thew my Maker's name,

God Nana'd his image on my frame;

And in some unknown moment join'd

The finish'd members to the mind.
5 There the young feeds of thought began,

And all the passions of the man:
Great God, our infant-nature pays
Immortal tribute to thy praise.

PAUSE.
6 Lord, since in my advancing age

I've acted on life's busy stage,
Thy thoughts of love to me furmount

The pow'r of numbers to recount. 7 I could survey the ocean o'er

And count each fand that makes the shore,
Before my swiftest thoughts could trace

The aum'rous wonders of thy grace, 8 These on my heart are still impreit,

With thefe I give my eyes to rest;
And at my waking hour I find .
God and his love possess my mind.

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M* When impious men eranfgrefs thy will!

PSALM CXXXIX. Third Part. Long Metre.
Sincerity professed and grace tried; or, the heart-

searching God.
Y God, what inward grief I feel
When

! 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

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