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Of walking in a false disguise

I beg the trial of thine eyes.
4 Doth secret mischief lurk within?

Do I indulge fome unknown fin?
O turn my feet whene'er I stray,
And lead me in thy perfect way.

PSALM CXXXIX. First Part. Com. Metre.

IN thee

God is every where,

In vain my foul would try
To thun thy prefence, Lord, or flee

The notice of thine eye,
2 Thy all-surrounding fight surveys

My rising and my rest,
My public walks, my private ways,

And secrets of my breast.
3 My thoughts lye open to the Lord

Before they're form'd within;
And erel my lips pronounce the word

He knows the fenfe I mean.
4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high!

Where can a creature hide!
Within thy circling arms I lye,

Beset on ep'ry side.
5 So let thy grace surround me ftill,

And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my loul from ev'ry ill,
Secur'd by fov'reign love.

6 Lord, where thall guilty fouls retire

Forgotten and unknown?

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In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,

In heav'n thy glorious throne.
7 Should I suppress my vital breath

To 'scape the wrath divine,
Thy voice would break the bars of death,

And make the grave resign.
8 If wing'd with beams of morning light

I fly beyond the Welt,
Thy hand, which must support my flight,

Would foon betray my rest,
9 If o'er my fins I think to draw

The curtains of the night,
Those flaming eyes that guard thy law

Would turn the shades to light.
10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour

Are both alike to chee:
O may I ne'er provoke that pow'r

From which I cannot flee.

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PSALM CXXXIX. Second Part. Com Metre.
The wisdom of God in the formation of man.

HEN I with pleasing wonder stand,

And all my frame farvey,
Lord, 'tis thy work; I own thy hand

Thus built my humble clay.
2 Thy hand my heart and reins possest

Where unborn nature grew;
Thy wisdom all my features trac'd,

And all my members drew:
3 Thine eve vith nicest care furvey'd

The growth of ev'ry part:
Till the whole fcheine thy thoughts had laid

Was copy'd by thy art.

4 Heav'o, earth, and sea, and fire and wind

Shew me thy wondrous skill;
But I review myself, and find

Diviner wonders still.
s Thy awful glories round me Mine,

My Aesh proclaims thy praise;
Lord, to thy works of nature join

Thy miracles of grace.

PSALM CXXXIX. 14, 17, 18. Third Part.

Common Metre.
The mercies of God innumerable.

An Evening Psalın.

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They strike me with surprise; Not all the sands that spread the shore

To equal numbers rise.
2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands,

The product of thy skill,
And hourly blessings from thy hands

Thy thoughts of love reveal.
3 Thefe on my heart by night I keep;

How kind, how dear to me!
O may the hour that ends my sleep

Still find my thoughts with thee.

PSALM CXLI 2, 3, 4, 5.
Watchfulness and brotherly řeproof.

A Morning or Evening Pfalm.
Y God, accept my early vows,

M in house,

And to my nightly worthip rile
Sweet as the ev'ning sacrifice.

2 Watch o'er, my lips, and guard them, Lord,

From ev'ry rath and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread

The guilty path where finners lead. 3 O may the righteous, when I stray,

Smite and reprove my wand'ring way!
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise, but cheer my

head. 4 When I behold them prest with grief,

I'll cry to heav'n for their relief;
And by my warm petitions prove:
How much I prize their faithful love."

God is the hope of the helpless.
O God I made my sorrows known,

TFrom God: I fought relief

In long complaints before his throne

· I pour'd out all my grief.
2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes,

My heart began to break;
My God, who all my burdens knows,

He knows the way I take. 3 On ev'ry side, I cast mine eye,

And found my helpers gone,
While friends and strangers past me by

Neglected or unknown.
4 Then did I raise a louder cry,

And call'd thy mercy near,
"" Thou art my portion when I die,

“ Be thou my refuge here."
5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low,

Now Ict thine ear attend,

And make my foes who vex me know

I've an Almighty Friead.
6 From my fad prison set me free,

Then fhall praise thy game,
And holy men shall join with me,

Thy kindaefs to proclaim.

Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body.


MY lighteous Judge

, my gracious God,


And cry for succour from thy throne,

O make thy truth and mercy known.
2 Let judgment pot agaioft me pass;

Behold thy fervant pleads thy grace:-
Should juftice call us to thy bar,

No man alive is guiltless there,
3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see

The mighty woes that burden me;
Down to the doft my life is brought,

Like one long bury'd and forgot.
4 I dwell in darkness aod unseen,

My heart is defolate within;
My thoughts in musing filence trace

The antient wonders of thy grace.
s Thence I derive a glimpse of hope ;

To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hands to God again,

And thirst like parched lands for raio.
6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;

When will thy smiling face return;
Shall all my joys on earth remove?
And God for ever hide his love?


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