10 The beams of noon, the midnight-hour, Are both alike to thee :
O may I ne'er provoke that pow'r
From which I cannot flee.
PSALM CXXXIX. 2d Part. Com. Met.
The wisdom of God in the formation of man.
WHEN I with pleafing wonder stand,
And all my frame furvey,
Lord, 'tis thy work: I own thy hand
Thus built my humble clay.
2 Thy hand my heart and reins poffeft,
Where unborn nature grew;
Thy wisdom all my features trac'd,
And all my members drew.
3 Thine eye with nicest care furvey'd
The growth of ev'ry part,
'Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid,
Was copy'd by thine art.
4 Heav'n, earth and fea, and fire and wind, Shew me thy wond'rous fkill; But I review myself, and find
Diviner wonders ftill.
5 Thy awful glories round me fhine,
My flesh proclaims thy praife;
Lord, to thy works of nature join
Thy miracles of grace.
PSALM CXXXIX. 3d Part. Com. Met.
Ver. 14, 17, 18. The mercies of God innumerable.
An evening Pfalm.
'L They' wile me with surprise,
ORD, when I count thy mercies o'er,
Not all the fands that spread the fhore
To equal numbers rife.
2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands,
The product of thy fkill;
And hourly bleffings from thy hands
Thy thoughts of love reveal.
3 Thefe on my heart by night I keep;
How kind, how dear to me !
O may the hour, that ends my fleep,
Still find my thoughts with thee.
PSALM CXLI. ver. 2-5. Long Metre.
Watchfulness and brotherly reproof.
A morning or evening Pfalm.
Y God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incenfe in thy houfe ;
And let my nightly worship rise,
Sweet as the ev'ning facrifice.
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, fhed,
Shall never bruife, 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 prove
How much I prize their faithful love.
PSALM CXLII. Common Metre.
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 and unknown.
4 Then did I raife 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. Long Metre. Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body. MY righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I 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 darknefs and unfeen,
My heart is defolate within ;
My thoughts in mufing filence trace
The ancient 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 thirft, 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!
In thee I trust, to thee I figh,
And lift my weary foul on high;
For thee fit waiting all the day,
And wear the tirefome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and fhow
Which is the path my feet fhould go;
If fnares and foes befet the road,
I flee to hide me near my God.
II 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 fhall 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. 1ft Part. Com. Metre.
Ver. 1, 2. Affifiance and victory in the fpiritual
OREVER bleffed be the Lord,
My Saviour and my fhield
He fends his fpirit 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 through the war.
3 A friend and helper fo divine
Doth my weak courage raise;
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine,
And his fhall be the praife.
PSALM CXLIV. 2d Part. Com. Metre.
Ver. 3-6. 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 haiting to the duft.
2 O what is feeble, dying man,
Or any of his race,
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