2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From ev'ry rafh and heedlefs word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path where finners lead.
3 O may the righteous, when I ftray,
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 preft with grief,
I'll cry to heav'n for their relief;
And by my warm petitions prover
How much I prize their faithful love.
PSALM CXLII.
God is the hope of the helpless.
O God I made my forrows known,
From God I fought relief;
In long complaints before his throne.
I pour'd out all my grief.
2 My foul 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 fide, I caft mine eye,
And found my helpers gone,
While friends and ftrangers paft 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 let thine ear attend,
And make my foes who vex me know
I've an Almighty Friend.
6 From my fad prifon fet me free,
Then fhall I praise thy name,
And holy men fhall join with me,
Thy kindness to proclaim.
PSALM CXLIII.
Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body. Y righteous Judge, my gracious God,
M Hear when 1 fpread my hands abroad,
And cry for fuccour from thy throne,
O make thy truth and mercy known.
2 Let judgment not againft 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 fee
The mighty woes that burden me;
Down to the duft my life is brought,
Like one long bury'd and forgot.
4 I dwell in darkness and unfeen,
My heart is defolate within;
My thoughts in mufing filence trace
The antient wonders of thy grace.
Thence I derive a glimpse of hope
To bear my finking fpirits up;
I ftretch my hands to God again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain.
6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;
When will thy fmiling face return;
Shall all my joys on earth remove?
And God for ever hide his love?
7 My God, thy long delay to fave,
Will fink thy pris'ner to the grave;
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye;
Make hafte to help before I die.
8 The night is witnefs to my tears,
Diftreffing pains, diftreffing fears;
O might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my weary'd pow'rs rejoice!
9 In thee I truft, to thee I figh,
And lift my heavy foul on high;
For thee fit waiting all the day,
And wear the tirefome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show
Which is the path my feet should go;
If fuares and foes befet the road
I flee to hide me near my God.
11 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.
12 Then shall my foul no more complain,
The tempter then shall rage in vain;
And flesh, that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more.
PSALM CXLIV. First part. 1, 2.
Affiftance and victory in the spiritual warfare.
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 fin and hell their force unite,
He makes my foul his care,
Inftructs me to the heav'nly fight,
And guards me thro' the war.
3 A friend and helper fo divine
Doth my weak courage raife;
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine,
And his fhall be the praise..
PSALM CXLIV. Second Part. 3, 4, 5, 6.
The vanity of man, and condefcenfion of God.
LORD, what is man, poor feeble man,
Born of the earth at firft?
His life a fhadow, light and vain,
Still hafting to the dust.
2 O what is feeble dying man,
Or any of his race,
That God fhould make it his concern
To vifit him with grace!
3 That God who darts his lightnings down,
Who fhakes the worlds above,
And mountains tremble at his frown,
How wond'rous is his love!
PSALM CXLIV. Third Part. 12,-15
Grace above riches; or, The happy nation.
Appy the city, where their fons.
Like pillars round a palace fet,
And daughters bright as polish'd ftones
Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the country, where the sheep,
Cattle, and corn, have large increase;
Where men fecurely work' or fleep,
Nor fons of plunder break the peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd;
But more divinely bleft are those
On whom the all-fufficient God
Himfelf with all his grace bestows.
PSALM CXLV. Long Metre."
The greatness of God..
I Y God, my king, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days:
Thy grace employ my humble tongue
Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And ev'ry setting fun fhall fee
New works of duty done for thee.
3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows, an endlefs ftream;
Thy mercy fwift, thine anger flow,
But dreadful to the ftubborn foe.
4 Thy works with fov'reign glory shine,
And fpeak thy majesty divine;
Let Britain round her fhores proclaim
The found and honour of thy name.
5 Let diftant times and nations raise
The long fucceffion of thy praife:
And unborn-ages make my fong
The joy and labour of their tongue.
6 But who can fpeak thy wond'rous deeds?
Thy greatnefs all our thoughts exceeds;
Vaft and unfearchable thy ways,
Vaft and immortal be thy praife.
PSALM CXLV. 1–7, 11, 13. Firft Part.
The greatness of God.
ONG as I live I'll blefs thy name,
My King, my God of love;
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