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How perfect is thy Word!
And all thy Judgments just :
For ever fure thy Promife, LORd,
And Men fecurely truft.

10 I hear thy Word with Love,
And I would fain obey;
Send thy good Spirit from above
To guide me, left I stray.

II Warn me of ev'ry Sin;
Forgive my fecret Faults;

And cleanse this guilty Soul of mine,
Whofe Crimes exceed my Thoughts.

12 While with my Heart and Tongue
I fpread thy Praise abroad;

Accept the Worfhip and the Song,
My SAVIOUR and my God!

PSALM

XIX.

Metre ii.

HE Heav'ns declare thy Glory, LORD,
In ev'ry Star thy Wifdom fhines:

But when our Eyes behold thy Word,
We read thy Name in fairer Lines.

2 The rolling Sun, the changing Light,
And Nights and Days thy Pow'r confefs;
But the bleft Volume Thou haft writ
Reveals thy Juftice and thy Grace.

3 Sun, Moon and Stars convey thy Praise
Round the whole Earth, and never ftand:
So when thy Truth begun its Race,
It touch'd, and glanc'd on ev'ry Land.
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Nor fhall thy fpreading Gospel reft
Till thro' the World thy Truth has run:
Till CHRIST has all the Nations bleft
That fee the Light, or feel the Sun.

Great SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS, arife,
Blefs the dark World with heav'nly Light;
Thy Gospel makes the Simple wife,
Thy Laws are pure, thy Judgments right.

6 Thy nobleft Wonders here we view
In Souls renew'd, and Sins forgiv'n;
LORD, cleanfe my Sins, my Soul renew,
And make thy Word my Guide to Heav'n.

PSALM XIX. Metre iii.

THE fpacious Firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal Sky,

And fpangled Heav'ns, a fhining Frame,
Their great Original proclaim :
Th' unweary'd Sun, from Day to Day,
Does his Creator's Pow'r difplay;
And publishes to ev'ry Land,
The Work of an Almighty Hand.

2 Soon as the Ev'ning Shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wondrous Tale,
And nightly, to the lift'ning Earth,
Repeats the Story of her Birth:

While all the Stars that round her burn,
And all the Planets in their Turn,
Confirm the Tidings as they roll,
And spread the Truth from Pole to Pole.

3 What though, in folemn Silence, All
Move round the dark terrestrial Ball?
What though nor real Voice nor Sound
Amid their radiant Orbs be found?
In Reafon's Ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious Voice,
For ever finging, as they fhine,

"The HAND that made Us is DIVINE.”

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BEST INSTRUCTOR, from thy Ways
Who can tell how oft he ftrays?
Purge me from the Guilt that lies
Wrapt within my Heart's Difguife,

2 Let me thence, by Thee renew'd,
Each prefumptuous Sin exclude:
So my Lot fhall ne'er be join'd
With the Men of impious Mind.

3 Let my Tongue, from Error free,
Speak the Words approv'd by Thee;
To thy all-obferving Eyes

Let my Thoughts accepted rife.

4 While I thus thy Name adore,
And thy healing Grace implore,
Bleft REDEEMER, bow thine Ear,
GOD my Strength, propitious hear

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PSALM XX.

NOW may the GOD of Pow'r and Grace
Attend his Peoples humble Cry!

JEHOVAH hears when Ifrael prays,
And brings Deliv'rance from on High.

2 The Name of Jacob's GOD defends,
Better than Shields or brazen Walls;
He, from his Sanctuary, fends
Succour and Strength, when Zion calls.

3 Well he remembers all our Sighs;
His Love exceeds our best Deserts;
His Love accepts the Sacrifice

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Of humble Groans and broken Hearts.

Some truft in Horses train'd for War, And fome of Chariots make their Boafts; Our fureft Expectations are

From THEE, the LORD of heav'nly Hofts.

Now fave us, LORD, from flavish Fear,
Now let our Hope be firm and ftrong,
Till thy Salvation fhall appear,

And Joy and Triumph raise the Song.

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OW great is the MESSIAH'S Joy
In the Salvation of thy Hand!
LORD, thou has rais'd his Kingdom high,
And giv'n the World to his Command.

2 Thy Goodness grants whate'er he will,
Nor doth the least request with-hold;
Bleffings of Love prevent him ftill,
And Crowns of Glory, not of Gold.

3 Honour and Majefty divine

Around his facred Temples fhine;
Bleft with the Favour of thy Face,
And Length of everlafting Days.

4 Thine Hand shall find out all his Foes; And as a fiery Oven glows

With raging Heat and living Coals,

So fhall thy Wrath devour their Souls.

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HY has my GOD my Soul forfook,
"Nor will a Smile afford?"

(Thus David once in Anguish spoke,
And thus our dying LORD.)

2 Though 'tis thy chief Delight to dwell
Among thy praifing Saints,
Yet thou canst hear a Groan as well,
And pity our Complaints.

3 Shaking the Head they pafs me by,
And laugh my Soul to Scorn;
"In vain he trufts in GoD, they cry,
"Neglected and forlorn."

4 But Thou art He who form'd my Flesh
By thine Almighty Word;
And fince I hung upon the Breast,
My Hope is in the LORD.

5 My God, if poffible it be,

Withhold this bitter Cup! But I refign my Will to Thee And drink the Sorrows up.

6 FATHER, I yield my Soul oppreft,
And truft it in thy Hand;

My dying Flesh in Hope, fhall rest,
And rife at thy Command.

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