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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 witness to my tears,

Distresling pains, distressing fears;
O might I hear thy morning voice,

How would my weary'd pow'rs rejoice!
Sody 9 In thee I trust, to thee I figh,
od, And lift iny heavy foul on high;
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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 spares and foes befer the road

I flee to hide me near my God.
11 Teach me to do thy holy will,
Aod lead me to thy heav'nly hill;

; Let the good Spirit of thy love

Conduct me to thy courts above.
12 Then shall my soul no more complain,

The tempter thep Mall rage in vain;
And Aesh, that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more.

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PSALM CXLIV. First part. 1, 2.
Alinance and victory in the spiritual warfare.

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He fends his Spirit with his word,

To arm me for the field.
2 When fin and hell their force unite,

He makes my soul bis care,

Iostructs me to the heav'nly fight,

And guards me thro' the war.
3 A friend and helper fo divine

Doth my weak courage raise;
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine,

And his shall be the praise.

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PSALM CXLIV. Second Part. 3, 4, 5, 6.

The vanity of man, and condescension of God.
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Born of the earth at first ?
His life a shadow, light and vaio,

Still hafting to the duft.
2 O what is feeble dying man,

Or any of his race,
That God should make it his concern

To visit him with grace!
3 That God who darts his lightnings down,

Who shakes the worlds above,
And mountains tremble at his frown,

How wondrous is his love!

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PSALM CXLIV. Third Part. 12,--15

Grace above riches; or, The happy nation.
Happy the city, where their fons

Like pillars round a palace fet,
And daughters bright as polish'd stones

Give Itrength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the country, where the sheep,

Cattle, and corn, have large increase;
Where men securely work or sleep,

Nor fons of plunder break the peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd;

But more divinely blest are those

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On whom the all-sufficient God
Himfelf with all his grace bestows.
PSALM CXLV. Long Metre.

The greatness of God.
Y God, my king, thy various praise

Shall fill the remnant of my days:
Thy grace emploġ my humble tongue

Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear

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Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And ev'ry setting fun shall see

New works of duty done for thee.
3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim;

Thy bounty flows, an endless stream;
Thy mercy swift, thine anger flow,

But dreadful to the stubborn foe.
4 Thy works with fou'reigo glory Chine,

And speak thy majesty divine;
Let Britain round her shores proclaim

The sound and honour of thy name. 5 Let diftant times and nations raise

The long succession of thy praise:
And unborn ages make my long

The joy and labour of their tongue.
6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?

Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
Vast and unlearchable thy ways,
Vast and immortal be thy praise.

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PSALM CXLV. 1-7, 11, 13. First Part.

The greatness of God.
ONG as I live Pil bless thy name,
My King, my God of love;

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My work and joy shall be the fame,

1o the bright world above.
2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown

And let his praise be great:
I'll fing the honours of thy throne,

Thy works of grace repeat.
3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;

And while my lips rejoice,
The men that bear my sacred song

Shall join their chearful voice.
4 Fathers to fons shall teach thy name,

And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim,

And pations found thy praise. 5 Thy glorious deeds of antient date

Shall thro' the world be known; Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav’oly state

With public fplendor shown. 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands,

Thy faints are rul'd by love;
And thine eternal kingdom stands,

Though rocks and hills remove.
PSALM CXLV. Second Part. 7, &c.

The goodness of God.
WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,

My God, my heav'oly king:
Let age to age thy righteousness

In sounds of glory fing.
2 God reigns on high, but not confines

His goodness to the skies;
Through the whole earth his bounty raines,

And ev'ry want supplies.

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3 With longiog eyes thy creatures wait

On thee for daily food,
Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat,

And fills their mouths with good. 4 How kind are thy compasions, Lord!

How flow thine anger moves!
But soon he sends his pard'ning word

To chear the souls he loves.
5 Creatures with all their endless race

Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
But saints that taste thy richer grace

Delight to bless thy name.

PSALM CXLV. 14, 17, &c. Third Part.
Mercy to fufferers; or, God hearing Prayer.
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ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness fpeak,

Thou sov'reiga Lord of all;
Thy strength’ning hands uphold the weak,

And raise the poor that fall.
2 When sorrow bows the fpirit down,

Or virtue lyes distrest
Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,

Thou giv'st the mourners reft.
3 The Lord supports our tote'ring days,

And guides our giddy youth:
Holy and just are all his ways,

And all his words are truth.
4 He knows the pain his fervants feel,

He bears his children cry,
And their best wishes to fulfil

His grace is ever nigh.
5 His mercy never shall remove

From men of heart sincere;

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