Thy mercies let my heart record 2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame Long ere I could pronounce thy name, prayer. 3 When reason with my ftature grew, PAUS E. 5 My God, what bleffings round me fhone, Where'er I turned my eye! How many past almoft unknown, Or unregarded, by! 6 Each rolling year new favours brought In vain effayed my labouring thought 7 While thus reflection through my days 8 Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord, That I have known thy facred word, 9 Lord, 9 Lord, when this mortal frame decays, Complete the wonders of thy grace, 10 Then fhall my joyful powers unite ccxxxix. PSALM CXLI. C. M. UNKNOWN. I то A Morning Hymn. O thee I pay my early vows, Whofe fun creates the day, Warm as his genial influence glows, And spotlefs as his ray. 2 This day thy favouring hand be nigh, Still may it lead, protect, fupply, 3 If blifs thy providence impart, 4 Affliction fhould thy love intend, 5 May trial work that wifeft end, Thus may I from whatever fate That heaven, nor high, nor low eftate, 6 Be this, and every future day, Still wifer than the past; That from the whole of life's furvey I may find peace at last. CCXL. PSALM CXLIII. P. M. MERRICK. 2 3 Prayer for Mercy. HINE ear, my God, propitious lend; THI To ever merciful extend Thy pity, while to thee I pray, Although my awful judge thou art, Thy mercy dear to me impart; Thy path with truer fteps to tread. CCXLI. PSALM CXLIII. L. M. WATTS. The fame. ORGIVE me, O my gracious God, Forgive me, and avert thy rod; Thy 2 3 Thy mercy to thy fuppliant fhow, O what could heal the wounded heart, If thou inexorable wert? For who a dauntlefs front could wear, Aid me to work thy holy will, CCXLII. PSALM CXLIII. L. M. STEELE. H' The fame. I EAR, O my God, with pity hear And be thy tendereft goodness known. 4. To thee I raise my fuppliant hands, 5 Aid me to do thy facred will, CCXLII. PSALM CXLIV. C. M. UNKNOWN. I Submiffion to Death, and Prayer for Support in it. E TERNAL SIRE, enthroned on high! Who yet to fuppliant man art nigh, 2 O guide me down the fteep of age, Teach me to fcan the facred page, 3 My flying years time urges on, My friends, my youth's companions gone, Can I expect to stay? 4 What refpite can I plead, if death Can medicine then prolong my breath? Support me, Father, by thy power, 6 Willing to pay the last great debt Which nature owes to thee; Where angels and good men are met, PSALM |