2 Their feet, O Lord, shall never fall,
Whom thou vouchsaf'st to keep:
Thy ear attends the softest call,
Thy eyes can never sleep.

3 Thou wilt sustain our feeble powers
With thy almighty arm;

Thou watchest our unguarded hours,
Against invading harm.

4 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon,
Shall have thy leave to smite;

Thou shield'st our heads from burning noon, From blasting damps at night.

5 He guards our souls, he keeps our breath, Where thickest dangers come:

Go, and return secure from death,
Till God commands thee home.

PSALM CXXX.

UT of the depth of self-despair
To thee, O Lord, I cry;

My misery mark, attend my prayer,
And bring salvation nigh.
2 Death's sentence in myself I feel,
Beneath thy wrath I faint:
O let thine ear consider well,
The voice of my complaint.

3 If thou art rigorously severe,
Who may the test abide ?

Where shall the man of sin appear,
Or how be justify'd?

4 But, O, forgiveness is with thee,
That sinners may adore;
With filial fear, thy goodness see,
And never grieve thee more.

5 I look to see his lovely face,
I wait to meet my Lord;

My longing soul expects his grace,
And rests upon his word.

6 My soul, while still to him it flies,
Prevents the morning ray;

O that his mercy's beams would rise,
And bring the gospel-day!..

7 Ye faithful souls, confide in God, Mercy with him remains;

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Plenteous redemption through his blood,
To wash out all your stains.

His Israel himself shall clear;
From all their sins redeem;
The Lord our righteousness is near,
And we are just in him.

PSALM CXXXVII.

AST by the Babylonish tide,

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The tide our sorrows made o'erflow, We dropt our weary limbs, and cried, In deep distress at Sion's woe; Her we bewail'd in speechless groans, In bondage with her captive sons.

2 Our harps, no longer vocal now,

We cast aside, untun'd, unstrung,
Forgot them pendent on the bough;
Let meaner sorrows find a tongue;
Silent we sat, and scorn'd relief,
In all the majesty of grief!

3 In vain our haughty lords requir'd
A song of Sion's sacred strain ;
Sing us a song your God inspir'd :”—
How shall our souls exult in pain?
How shall the mournful exile sing,
While bond-slaves to a foreign king?

4 Jerusalem, dear hallowed name,
If Thee I ever less desire;
If less distrest for thee I am;-
Let my right hand forget its lyre ;
All its harmonious strains foregoj
When heedless of a mother's woe.

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A HYMN.

Y God and Lord, thy counsel show,
What wouldst thou have thy servant do,
Before I hence depart?

How shall I serve thy Church, and where?
The thing, the time, the means declare,
And teach my list'ning heart.

2 Free for whate'er thy love ordains,
I offer up my life's remains,
To be for thee employ'd;
My little strength can little do,
Yet would I, in thy service true,
Devote it all to God.

3 Master, be thou my might, my mouth,
And send me forth to North or South,
To farthest East or West;

Be thou my guide to lands unknown,
Rest to my flesh I covet none,
But give my spirit rest.

4 My rest on earth to toil for thee,
My whole delight and business be
To minister thy word;

For thee immortal souls to win,
And make the wretched slaves of sin,
The freemen of my Lord.

peace,

5 Witness and messenger of
I only languish to decrease,
In sounding forth thy Name;

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I only live to preach thy death,
And publish with my latest breath,
The glories of the Lamb.

THE INFINITE.

NOME seraph, lend your heavenly tongue,
Or harp of golden string,

That I may raise a lofty song

To our Eternal King.

2 Thy names, how infinite they be!

Great Everlasting One!

Boundless thy might and majesty,
And unconfin'd thy throne.

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3 Thine essence is a vast abyss, Which angels cannot sound; An ocean of infinities,

Where all our thoughts are drown'd!
4 The mysteries of creation lie
Beneath enlighten'd minds;
Thoughts can ascend above the sky,
And fly before the winds.

5 Reason may grasp the massy hills,
And stretch from pole to pole:
But half thy name our spirit fills,
And overloads our soul.

6 In vain our haughty reason swells;
For nothing's found in Thee
But boundless unconceivables,
And vast eternity!

PSALM CXXXIX:

I LORD, where shall guilty souls retire,

Forgotten and unknown?

In hell they meet thy vengeful ire,
In heaven thy glorious throne.

2 Should I suppress my vital breath,
To' escape the wrath divine;

Thy voice would break the bars of death, And make the grave resign.

3 If wing'd with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the West;

Thy hand, which must support my flight, Would soon betray my rest.

4 If o'er my sins I seek to draw

The curtains of the night;

Those flaming eyes that guard thy law,
Would turn the shades to light.

5 The beams of noon, the midnight hour,
Are both alike to thee;

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may

I ne'er provoke that power
From which I cannot flee!

PART II.

WHEN I with pleasing wonder stand,
And all my frame survey,

Lord, 'tis thy work; I own thy hand,
That built my humble clay.

2 Thy hand my heart and reins possess'd,
Where unborn nature grew;
Thy wisdom all my features trac'd,
And all my members drew.

3 Thine eye with tender care survey'd
The growth of every part;

Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid,
Was copy'd by thy art.

4 Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind,
Show me thy wond'rous skill;
But I review myself, and find
Diviner wonders still.

5 Thy awful glories round me shine,
My flesh proclaims thy praise:
Lord, to thy works of nature join
Thy miracles of grace!

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THE CREATOR AND CREATURES.

OD is a name my soul adores,

The' almighty Three, the' eternal One! Nature and grace with all their powers Confess the lufiuite unknown.

2 Thy voice produc'd the sea and spheres, Bade the waves roar, and planets shine But nothing like Thy self appears

Through all these spacious works of thine!

3 Still restless nature dies and grows,

From change to change the creatures run;

Thy Being no succession knows,
And all thy vast designs are One.