3 Thy providence my life fuftained, 4 To all my weak complaints and cries E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learned 5 Unnumbered comforts on my foul From whence thofe comforts flowed. 6 When in the flippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, 7 Thine arm unfeen conveyed me safe, Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths And thro' the pleafing fnares of vice, 8 When worn with fick nefs, oft haft thou 9 When thus thy mercies, O my God, PAUS E. 10 When all thy mercies, O my God, My rifing foul furveys; Transported Transported with the view, I'm loft 11 Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs 12 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts Nor is the leaft a cheerful heart 13 Thro' every period of my life 14 When nature fails, and day and night My ever grateful heart, O Lord, 15 Thro' all eternity to thee Can answer to thy praise. CXVI. PSALM LXXI. Com. Met. WATTS. Y Grateful Review of Life. My God, my everlafting hope, Μ I live upon thy truth; Thy hands have held my childhood up, 2 My frame was fashioned by thy hand, In all my powers and gifts I ftand 3 New bleffings, Lord, my life has feen, My fufferings few and light have been, 4 O bless me still, though ftrength decline, CXVII. PSALM LXXI. Com. Met. WATTS. I Praife of the Divine Mercy. Y God, my Saviour, and my Friend, ΜΥ Where will the growing numbers end, 2 Thou art my everlasting trust, I praise thee, God, that thou art just, 3 My feet shall travel all the length Move onward with increafing ftrength CXVIII. PSALM LXXII. L. M. WATTS. G The Kingdom of CHRIST. REAT God, whofe univerfal fway Now 2 3 4 5 6 Now give the kingdom to thy Son, Thy fceptre well becomes his hands, The heathen lands, that lie beneath Bleffings abound where'er he reigns, Depreffed virtue rears her head, Her fears, her plaints, her doubts are fled, And finds in an approving God That not in vain her courfe fhe trod. CXIX. PSALM LXXIII. Com. Met. WATTS. I GOD our Portion here and hereafter. Y God, my beft, my dearest hope, MY Thine arm of mercy bears me up, 2 Thy counfels, Lord, fhall guide my feet Shall Shall render every good complete, 3 The stream of life may cease to flow, My foul fhall ftill no terror know, 4 No cheering hopes the wicked prove, 5 To fix my heart on thee, my God, While I proclaim thy praise abroad, cxx. PSALM LXXIII. L. M. DODDRIDGE. I Love to GOD, and unshaken Trust in him. Y God, whofe all pervading eye MY Views earth beneath, and heaven above, Thou knoweft, if here or there I own 2 Not the gay scenes, where thoughtless men 3 Fixed on the hopes of better day, With modest firmness it furveys That earth combined with hell can raile. |