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My God, thy long delay to fave,
Make hafte to help before I die.
Distresling pains, distressing fears;
How would my weary'd pow'rs rejoice!
For thee fit waiting all the day,
And wear the tirefome hours away.
Which is the path my feet should go;
I flee to hide me near my God.
; Let the good Spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.
The tempter thep Mall rage in vain;
PSALM CXLIV. First part. 1, 2.
OR ever blessed be the Lord,
To arm me for the field.
He makes my soul bis care,
Iostructs me to the heav'nly fight,
And guards me thro' the war.
Doth my weak courage raise;
And his shall be the praise.
PSALM CXLIV. Second Part. 3, 4, 5, 6.
The vanity of man, and condescension of God.
Born of the earth at first ?
Still hafting to the duft.
Or any of his race,
To visit him with grace!
Who shakes the worlds above,
How wondrous is his love!
PSALM CXLIV. Third Part. 12,--15
Grace above riches; or, The happy nation.
Like pillars round a palace fet,
Give Itrength and beauty to the state.
Cattle, and corn, have large increase;
Nor fons of plunder break the peace.
But more divinely blest are those
On whom the all-sufficient God
The greatness of God.
Shall fill the remnant of my days:
Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear
New works of duty done for thee.
Thy bounty flows, an endless stream;
But dreadful to the stubborn foe.
And speak thy majesty divine;
The sound and honour of thy name. 5 Let diftant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise:
The joy and labour of their tongue.
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
PSALM CXLV. 1-7, 11, 13. First Part.
The greatness of God.
My work and joy shall be the fame,
1o the bright world above.
And let his praise be great:
Thy works of grace repeat.
And while my lips rejoice,
Shall join their chearful voice.
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;
Though rocks and hills remove.
The goodness of God.
My God, my heav'oly king:
In sounds of glory fing.
His goodness to the skies;
And ev'ry want supplies.
3 With longiog eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food,
And fills their mouths with good. 4 How kind are thy compasions, Lord!
How flow thine anger moves!
To chear the souls he loves.
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
Delight to bless thy name.
PSALM CXLV. 14, 17, &c. Third Part.
ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness fpeak,
Thou sov'reiga Lord of all;
And raise the poor that fall.
Or virtue lyes distrest
Thou giv'st the mourners reft.
And guides our giddy youth:
And all his words are truth.
He bears his children cry,
His grace is ever nigh.
From men of heart sincere;