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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;

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.

OR ever blessed be the Lord,
My Saviour and

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.

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

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.


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.

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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