Thy thoughts of love to me surmount The power of numbers to recount. 5 I could survey the ocean o'er,

And count the sands that heap the shore,
Before my swiftest thoughts could trace
The endless wonders of thy grace.

PSALM CXLIII.

1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my hands abroad,
And cry for succour from thy throne;
O make thy truth and mercy known.
2 Let judgment not against me pass;
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace:
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there.
3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see
The mighty woes that burden me:
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye;
Make haste to help, before I die.

4 Break off my fetters, Lord, and shew
Which is the path my feet should go;
If snares and foes beset the road,
I flee to hide me near my God.

5 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heav'nly hill;
Let the good Spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.

PSALM CXLIV.

1 FOR ever blessed be the Lord,
My Saviour and my shield!
He sends his Spirit with his word,
To arm me for the field.

2 When sin and hell their force unite,
He makes my soul his care;
Instructs me to the heav'nly fight,
And guards me through the war.

3 A friend and helper so divine
Does my weak courage raise;
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine,
And his shall be the praise.

PSALM CXLV.

1 SWEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
My God, my heav'nly King;
Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.

2 God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies;

Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines,
And ev'ry want supplies.

3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food;

Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.

4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
How slow thine anger moves!
But soon he sends his pard'ning word,
To cheer the souls he loves.

5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy power and praise proclaim; But saints, that taste thy richer grace, Delight to bless thy name.

PSALM CXLVI.

1 HAPPY the man, whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure;

He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor;

And none shall find his promise vain, 2 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace: He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the pris'ner sweet release.

3 I'll praise him while he lends me breath; And, when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

PSALM CXLVIII.

1 PRAISE the Lord! ye heav'ns, adore him;
Praise him, angels, in the height;
Sun and moon rejoice before him;
Praise him, all ye stars and light:
Praise the Lord! for he hath spoken,
Worlds his mighty voice obey'd;
Laws, that never shall be broken,

For their guidance he hath made.
2 Praise the Lord! for he is glorious;
Never shall his promise fail :
God hath made his saints victorious;
Sin and death shall not prevail.

Praise the God of our salvation;
Hosts on high, his power proclaim;
Heav'n and earth, and all creation,
Laud and magnify his name.

PSALM CXLVIII. PART II.

1 LOUD hallelujahs to the Lord,
From distant worlds where creatures dwell!
Let heav'n begin the solemn word,
And sound it dreadful down to hell.

2 High on a throne his glories dwell,
An awful throne of shining bliss!

Fly through the world, O sun! and tell
How dark thy beams compar'd to his.
3 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree
To join their praise with blazing fire;
Let the firm earth, and rolling sea,
In this eternal song conspire.

4 Birds, ye must make his praise your theme,
Nature demands a song from you;
While the dumb fish that cut the stream,
Leap up and mean his praises too.

5 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue,
When nature all around you sings?
O for a shout from old and young,
From humble swains, and lofty kings!
6 Wide as his vast dominion lies,

Make the Creator's name be known:
Loud as his thunder shout his praise,
And sound it lofty as his throne.

PSALM CL.

1 IN God's own house pronounce his praise, His grace he there reveals;

To heav'n your joy and wonder raise,
For there his glory dwells.

2 Let all your sacred passions move,
While you rehearse his deeds;
But the great work of saving love
Your highest praise exceeds.

3 All that have motion, life, and breath, Proclaim your Maker blest;

Yet when my voice expires in death,
My soul shall praise him best.

PSALM CL. VERSION II,

SING praises to God, in full harmony joining, Ye mortals below, and ye seraphs above; Through earth and through air, let your accents combining,

Extol the great acts of his power and his love.

O praise him aloud, in the full-sounding mea

sures,

That trumpets & organs symphonious inspire; Let lutes lend their sweetness to these holy pleasures,

And deeply devout be the strains of the lyre.

Be vocal, ye mute, to the Lord of creation, In echoes your tribute of gratitude raise; And all that have breath, in sublime adoration,

The breath that he gave you employ in his praise.

END OF THE PSALMS