2 In vain I trace creation o'er,
In fearch of facred reft;
The whole creation is too poor,
Too mean, to make me bleft.

3 In vain would this low world employ
Each flattering fpecious wile;
For nought can yield a real joy,
But my Creator's fimile.

4 Let earth, and all her charms depart,
Unworthy of the mind;

In God alone, this reftlefs heart
An equal blifs can find.

5 Great fpring of all felicity,
To whom my wishes tend,

XI.

These wishes have their rife from thee,
And in thy favour end?

PSALM IV. Com. Met. Mrs. STEELE.

The fame; or the Supreme Good.

'N vain the erring world inquires
For fome fubftantial good;

INF

While earth confines their low defires,

They live on airy food.

2 Illufive dreams of happiness

Their eager thoughts employ;

They wake, convinced their boasted bliss
Was vifionary joy.

3 Begone ye gilded vanities;

I feek fome folid good;

To real blifs my wishes rife,
The favour of
my God.

4 Immortal

4 Immortal joy thy fmiles impart, Heaven dawns in every ray;

One glimpse of thee will cheer my heart,
And turn my night to day.

5 Not all the good, which earth bestows,
Can fill the craving mind;
Its highest joys have mingled woes,
And leave a fting behind.

6 Should boundless wealth increase my store, Can wealth my cares beguile?

I should be wretched ftill, and poor,
Without thy blissful smile.

7 Grant, O my God, this one request;
O be thy love alone;
My ample portion-here I reft,
For heaven is in the boon.

XII. PSALM IV. Com. Met. STEEle.

TH

An Evening Song.

HE man of humble upright heart,
As his peculiar care,

The Lord himself has fet apart,

And when he calls will hear.

2 With pious awe your hearts furvey, And every fin repent;

3

Let true contrition close the day,
And future guilt prevent.

Your facrifice the Lord will own,
If thus you feek his face;

Thus humbly bow before his throne,
And truft his pardoning grace.

4 Vain is the toilfome fearch of good
In all things here below;

Thy smile alone, my gracious God,
Can real blifs bestow.

5 Thy fmile, whence all my comfort fprings,
With comfort fills my heart;

No joy, increafing affluence brings,
Such pleasure can impart.

6 Thus with my thoughts compofed to praife,
I lay me down to reft;

I

Nor fear, while God protects my ways,
And day and night is bleft.

XIII. PSALM V. Long Met. MERRICK.

2

3

4

Pious Addrefs to GOD for his Guidance and Blessing.

E

'ER the young dawn has ftreaked the
fky,

To thee, my God, I turn my eye;
And ask of thee, whate'er, O Lord,
May with thy wisdom best accord.
do thou my path prepare,
In peace
And guard me from each artful fnare;
Grant me thro' life thy guiding ray,
And level to my fteps thy way.

Let me not now, nor e'er begin
To tread the downward path of fin:
May thou and heaven my heart inspire,
And warm it with their holy fire.

From luft and paffion's bafer rule,
From guile and avarice, turn my foul;
Let me in all fupport the man,
In all do all the good I can.

5 Thofe

5

Thofe only who have tried do know From innocence what bleffings flow. Sweet innocence and goodnefs given, We taste the peace and joy of heaven.

XIV.

I

2

3

PSALM VIII. Long Met. MERRICK. Hymn of Praife to GOD, as eminently due from Man.

Hene'er, O God, with raptur'd eye,
I view thy wonders in the fky;

WH

That glorious dome, which o'er our head In fuch magnificence is spread;

The fun, the parent orb of day,

Walking in majefty his way;

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The moon and ftars, with splendour crownThat nightly move their deftined round.

I wonder, God, that in thy care

Man, lowly man, fhould find a share !
And what is man? amazed I cry,
That God on him fhould turn his eye?
4 Formed by his wife Creator's hand,
Angels alone above him ftand;

5

6

But time brings on a ripening plan,
When angels fhall confort with man.
Subjected to his will by thee

This earth's creation bows the knee;
All do in him their Lord behold:
The grazing herd, the bleating fold,

The favage race, that fhun the day,
And nightly prowl in fearch of prey,
The birds, that mock the human eye,
As thro' the pathlefs air they fly.

7. The finny tribes, the reptile kind, In rivers, feas, or earth confined. Subject to God alone is man;

I

Grand, wife, and good is all thy plan.

XV.

PSALM VIII. Com. Met. WATTS.

The fame.

LORD our God, how wond'rous great
Is thine exalted name!

The glories, which furround thy ftate,
Angels and men proclaim.

2 When I behold thy works on high:
The moon that rules the night,
The clustered ftars that ftud the sky,
Thofe moving worlds of light.

3 Lord, what is man, that thou fhouldft deign On him to turn thy eye?

The child of weaknefs and of pain,
As in thy bofom lie?

4 That thy beloved Son fhould bear
Our low and humbled form;
Subject to fcorn and death appear,
To fave this earthly worm.

5 He is thy work, by thee defigned
For nobler worth above.

Oh may he, with a virtuous mind,
Answer to all thy love.

PSALM