3 Thy providence my life fuftained,
And all my wants redreffed,
When in the filent womb I lay,
Or hung upon the breast.

4 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learned
To form themselves in prayer.

5 Unnumbered comforts on my foul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived

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,
And led me up to man.

Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths
It gently cleared my way,

And thro' the pleafing fnares of vice,
More to be feared than they.

8 When worn with fick nefs, oft haft thou
Bid health refume its place;
And, when in fin and forrow funk,
Revived my foul with grace.

9 When thus thy mercies, O my God,
My rifing foul furveys;
Transported with the view, I'm loft
In wonder, love, and praise.

PAUS E.

10 When all thy mercies, O my God, My rifing foul furveys;

Transported

Transported with the view, I'm loft
In wonder, love, and praise.

11 Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs
Hath made my cup run o'er,
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.

12 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;

Nor is the leaft a cheerful heart
Which tastes thofe gifts with joy.

13 Thro' every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll purfue;
And after death, in diftant worlds.
The glorious theme renew.

14

When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,

My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy fhall adore.

15 Thro' all eternity to thee
A joyful fong I'll raise;
Eternity alone, my God,

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,
And strengthened all my youth.

2 My frame was fashioned by thy hand,
Thro' thee thefe hands I raise;

In all my powers and gifts I ftand
A monument of praise.

3 New bleffings, Lord, my life has feen,
With each returning year;

My fufferings few and light have been,
Nor often asked a tear.

4 O bless me still, though ftrength decline,
And life draw to its clofe;
May hope of better life be mine,
And all my fears compose.

CXVII. PSALM LXXI. Com. Met. WATTS.

I

Praife of the Divine Mercy.

Y God, my Saviour, and my Friend,
When I begin thy praise,

ΜΥ

Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting trust,
Thy goodness I adore.

I praise thee, God, that thou art just,
I praise thy mercy more.

3 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celeftial road;

Move onward with increafing ftrength
To meet my Father God.

CXVIII. PSALM LXXII. L. M. WATTS.

G

The Kingdom of CHRIST.

REAT God, whofe univerfal fway
The known and unknown worlds obey,

Now

2

3

4

5

6

Now give the kingdom to thy Son,
Extend his power, exalt his throne.

Thy fceptre well becomes his hands,
Let all fubmit to his commands;
His juftice fhall redrefs the poor,
And pride and force prevail no more.
His government protects the just,
Humbles th' oppreffor to the dust;
O may it come with all its grace,
With all its bleffings to our race!

The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The fhades of darkness and of death,
Revive at his firft dawning light,
And day fucceeds to thickest night.

Bleffings abound where'er he reigns,
The prifoner leaps to lose his chains,
The weary find a welcome reft,
And every grievance is redreffed.

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 help for ever near,

MY

Thine arm of mercy bears me up,
And guards me from defpair.

2 Thy counfels, Lord, fhall guide my feet
Through this dark wilderness,

Shall

Shall render every good complete,
And every evil lefs.

3 The stream of life may cease to flow,
This frame to ruin tend;

My foul fhall ftill no terror know,
While thou art ftill my friend.

4 No cheering hopes the wicked prove,
Their hearts within them die,
Nor all the idol gods they love
Can fave them when they cry.

5 To fix my heart on thee, my God,
Shall all my life employ ;

While I proclaim thy praise abroad,
And tell the world my joy.

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
An object of mine equal love.

2 Not the gay scenes, where thoughtless men
Purfue their blifs, but find their woe,
Detain my heart, which foars fublime
The nobler joys of heaven to view.

3

Fixed on the hopes of better day,

With modest firmness it furveys
Each form of terror and difmay,

That earth combined with hell can raile.