And there with much swiftnefs his courfe doth endure,

Upon the wings riding of winds in the air.

4 He maketh his fpirits as heralds to go,

And light'nings to ferve we see also prest: His will to accomplish they run to and fro, To fave and confume things, as feemeth him best.

5 By angels in heaven of every degree,

And faints upon earth all praise be addrefs'd, To God in three perfons, one God ever bless'd; As it has been, now is, and always shall be.

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PSALM CXIX. P. 5. HE.

1 TNSTRUCT me in thy ftatutes, Lord,
Thy righteous paths difplay;

And I from them, through all my life,
Will never go aftray.

2 If thou true wisdom from above
Wilt graciously impart;

3

To keep thy perfect laws I will
Devote my zealous heart.

Direct me in the facred ways

To which thy precepts lead;
Because my chief delight has been
Thy righteous paths to tread.

4 Do thou to thy moft juft commands
Incline my willing heart;

Let no defire of worldly wealth
From thee my thoughts divert.

PSALM

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PSALM CXIX. P. 17. PE.

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HE very entrance to thy word
Celestial light difplays:

And knowledge of true happiness
To fimple minds conveys.

2 With eager hopes I waiting ftood,
And fainted with defire,

That of thy wife commands I might
The facred skill acquire.

3 With favour, Lord, look down on me,
Who thy relief implore;

As thou art wont to vifit those
Who thy bleft name adore.

4 Directed by thy heav'nly word,
Let all my footsteps be;
Nor wickednefs of any kind
Dominion have o'er me.

PSALM CXXX.

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foul with patience waits
For thee the living Lord:

My hopes are on thy promise built,
Thy never-failing word.

2 My longing eyes look out
For thy enliv'ning ray;

More duly than the morning watch,
To fpy the dawning day.

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3 Let

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Let Ifrael truft in God,

No bounds his mercy knows;

The plent'ous fource and spring from whence

Eternal fuccour flows.

Whose friendly streams to us,
Supplies in want convey;

A healing spring, a fpring to cleanfe
And wash our guilt away.

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PSALM CXXXV.

Praife the Lord with one confent,
And magnify his name;

Let all the fervants of the Lord
His worthy praise proclaim.

2 Praise him, all ye that in his house
Attend with conftant care;

3

With those that to his outmoft courts,
With humble zeal repair.

For this our truest interest is,

Glad hymns of praise to fing;

And with loud fongs to blefs his name,
A most delightful thing.

PSALM CXXXVI.

I O God, the mighty Lord,
Your joyful thanks repeat;

To him due praise afford,
As good as he is great:

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For God does prove
Our conftant friend;
His boundless love
Shall never end.

2 To him, whofe wond'rous power
All other gods obey,
Whom earthly kings adore,
This grateful homage pay:
For God, &c.

3 By his almighty hand

Amazing works are wrought;
The heav'ns, by his command,
Were to perfection brought:
For God, &c.

4 He fpread the ocean round
About the fpacious land;
And made the rifing ground
Above the waters ftand:
For God, &c.

5 Through heav'n he did difplay
His num'rous hofts of light;
The fun to rule by day,

The moon and ftars by night:
For God, &c.

6 He does the food fupply

On which all creatures live;
To God, who reigns on high,
Eternal praises give:

For God will prove
Our conftant friend;
His boundless love
Shall never end.

HOU, Lord, by strictest search haft known
My rifing-up and lying-down;

My fecret thoughts are known to thee,
Known long before conceiv'd by me.

2 Thy eye my bed and paths furveys,
My public haunts and private ways;
Thou know'ft what 'tis my lips would vent,
My yet unutter'd words' intent.

3 Surrounded by thy power I ftand,
On every fide I find thy hand:
O fkill, for human reach too high!
Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!

4 O could I fo perfidious be,

5

To think of once deferting thee!
Where, Lord, could I thy influence fhun?
Or whither from thy prefence run?

If up to heaven I take my flight,

'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light: Or dive to hell's infernal plains,

'Tis there almighty vengeance reigns.

6 If I the morning's wings could gain,
And fly beyond the western main,
Thy fwifter hand would first arrive,
And there arreft thy fugitive.

TH

HEE I'll extol, my God and King,
Thy endless praife proclaim: