That God fhould make it his concern To vifit him with grace? 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down, PSALM CXLIV. 12-15. Long Metre. I HA ; APPY the city where their fons The greatnefs of God. Y God, my King, thy various praise M's Shall fill the remnant of my days : Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Thy mercy fwift; thine anger flow, 4 Thy works with fov'reign glory fhine, And speak thy majefty divine; Let ev'ry realm with joy" proclaim The found and honour of thy name. 5 Let diftant times and nations raise The long fucceffion of thy praise ; And unborn ages make my fong The joy and labour of their tongue. 6 But who can speak thy wond'rous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds; Vaft and unfearchable thy ways; Vaft and immortal be thy praise ! PSALM CXLV. 1ft Part. Com. Metre. ONG as I live I'll blefs thy name, 'L° My work and joy fhall be the fame 2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown, And let his praise be great; I'll fing the honours of thy throne, 3 Thy grace fhall dwell upon my tongue, And, while my lips rejoice, The men that hear my facred fong 4 Fathers to fons fhall teach thy name, 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands; PSALM CXLV. 2d Part. Com. Metre. Let age to age thy righteousness z God reigns on high, but ne'er confines Through the whole earth his bounty fhines, And ev'ry want fupplies. 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, 4 How kind are thy compaffions, Lord! 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, PSALM CXLV. 3d Part. Com. Metre. Ver. 14, 17, &c. Mercy to fufferers; or, God hearing prayer. I ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak, Thy ftrength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. 2 When forrow bows the fpirit down, Beneath fome proud oppreffor's frown, 4 He knows the pain his fervants feel, 5 His mercy never fhall remove He faves the fouls, whofe humble love Is join'd with holy fear. 6 [His ftubborn foes his fword fhall flay, And pierce their hearts with pain; But none that ferve the Lord shall say, 66 They fought his aid in vain."] 7 [My lips fhall dwell upon his praise, The honours of their God.] PSALM CXLVI. Long Metre. Praife to God for his goodness and truth. I PRAISE ye the Lord; my heart shall join In works fo pleasant, fo divine; Now while the flesh is mine abode, And when my foul afcends to God. 2 Praise fhall employ my noblest pow'rs, While immortality endures: My days of praise fhall ne'er be past, 3 Why fhould I make a man my trust ? 4 Happy the man, whofe hopes rely 5 His truth forever ftands fecure : 6 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind The widow and the fatherlefs. 7 He loves his faints, he knows them well, |