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Lair And by my warm Petitions prove
When I behold them press’d with Grief,
ve How much I prize their faithful Love..
And to my
Let not my
PSALM CXLI. Third Version.. D'ENHAM
Voice incline thine Ear:
My high-rais'd Hands as Sacrifice.
Heart to Sin incline, 11 Nor let
Hand in Mischief join.
The just Man's Strokes I'll meekly bear :
I'll take it as a Mark of Love :
Will never bruife but heal my Head :
PSALM CXLI. Fourth Version,
A Morning Pfalm.
Whose Şun creates the Day,
And spotless as his Ray,
So oft vouchsaf'd before !
And I that Hand adore !
For which resign’d I pray;
4 A Aliation
4 Asistion should thy Love intend,
As Vice or Folly's Care;
May I the Means endure!
Some Virtue let me gain !
When sent, may send in vain, 6 Be this, and er ry future Day
Sam uzier than the past !
Nar well suitain my last.
PSALM CXLII. Merrick.
Addres; to him my Heart its Care
noegh Soma's Gloom my Steps pursue. : I tara'à me, anulous, on the Right,
1 sara'd, and round me cait my Sight
Or pitying drop the social Tear.
My Soul with humble Truit implor'd;
PSALM CXLIII. First Version..
A Prayer for Mercy, Guidance, and Protection..
HINE Ear, my God, propitious lend;
O ever juit and true, extend
Shall pure of Guilt approach thy View ? 2 Although I feel my Strength depart,
No wild Amazement fills my Heart; fu. But, backward borne to Periods past,
Thy Mercies, Lord, my Thoughts have trac’d;
The Wonders of thy mighty Hand. 3 Aloft my suppliant Hands I spread ;
Nor more the Glebe, its Moisture fled,
Thy Mercy to my Ear convey.
In fervent Thought my Mind ascends,
Repel the Ills that wait me nigh. 5 O give me, by thy Spirit led,
Auspicious Guide, the Land to tread
PSALM CXLIII. Second Verfion. TATE.
ORD, hear my Pray’r, and to my Cry
A gracious Answer send.
Thy Servant to be try'd;
Can e'er be justify’d.
And Wonders thou haft wrought: My former Dangers and Escapes
Employ my musing Thought.
I fervently stretch out;
Like Land oppress’d with Drought.. 5 Thy Kindness early let me hear,
Whose Trust on thee depends ; Teach me the Way where I should go,
My Soul to thee ascends.
Instruct me to obey;
My Soul in thy right way.
PSALM CXLIII. Third Version. WATIS.
Y righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my Hands abroad And cry for Succour from thy Throne,
O make thy Truth and Mercy known. 2 Let Judgment not against me pass;
Behold thy Servant pleads thy Grace:
Should Justice call us to thy Bar,
Conduct me to thy Courts above.
Temptations then shall rage
in vain ;
Fourth Version. STEELER
My humble fupplicating Moan; In Mercy answer all my Pray’r,
And make thy Truth and Goodness known.. 2 And O let Mercy still be nigh;
Should awful Justice frown severe,
What trembling Mortal can appear? 3 I call to Mind the former Days;
Thy ancient Works declare thy Name,
And chese, O Lord, are still the saine. 4 To thee I stretch my suppliant Hands,
To thee my longing Soul aspires ;
Come, Lord, and fill these strong Defires. 5 Speak to my Heart; the gloomy Night
Shall vanish, and sweet Morning break;
Teach me the Way my Feet should take.. 6 Teach me to do thy sacred Will ;
Thou art my God, my Hope, my Stay;