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His wisdom framed the sun
To crown the day with light;
The moon and twinkling stars
To cheer the darksome night.
His power and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

[He smote the first-born sons,
The flower of Egypt dead:
And thence his chosen tribes
With joy and glory led.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy word.

His power and lifted rod
Cleft the Red sea in two,
And for his people made

A wondrous passage through
His power and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

But cruel Pharaoh there

With all his host he drowned;
And brought his Israel safe
Through a long desert ground.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy word.

PAUSE.

The kings of Canaan fell
Beneath his dreadful hand;
While his own servants took
Possession of their land.

His power and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name
Have endless praise.]

He saw the nations lie
All perishing in sin,
And pitied the sad state
The ruined world was in.

Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy word.

He sent his only Son

To save us from our woe,

From Satan, sin, and death,
And every hurtful foe.

His power and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

10 Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the heavenly King;
And let the spacious earth
His works and glories sing.
Thy mercy, Lord,

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Shall still endure;

And ever sure

Abides thy word.

PSALM 136. Abridged. L. M. God's wonders of creation providence, redemption, and salvation

GIVE to our God immortal praise:

Mercy and truth are all his ways: Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song.

2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, The King of kings with glory crown: His mercies ever shall endure,

When lords and kings are known no more.

4 He fills the sun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night; His mercies ever shall endure,

When suns and moons shall shine no more.

5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand,
And brought them to the promised land:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

6 He saw the Gentiles dead in sin,
And felt his pity work within:
His mercies ever shall endure,
When death and sin shall reign no more.

7 He sent his Son with power to save
From guilt and darkness, and the grave:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

8 Through this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly seat:

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His mercies ever shall endure,

When this vain world shall be no more.

PSALM 138. L. M.

Restoring and preserving grace.

WITH all my powers of heart and tongue

I'll praise my maker in my song:
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.

2 Angels that make thy church their care
Shall witness my devotions there,
While holy zeal directs my eyes
To thy fair temple in the skies.]

3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord,
I'll sing the wonders of thy word;
Not all thy works and names below
So much thy power and glory show.

4 To God I cried when troubles rose;
ile heard me, and subdued my foes,
He did my rising fears control,
And strength diffused through all my soul.

5 The God of heaven maintains his state,
Frowns on the proud and scorns the great,
But from his throne descends to see
The sons of humble poverty.

6 Amidst a thousand snares I stand
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

7 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows or from sins;
The work that wisdom undertakes
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

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PSALM 139. PART I. L. M.

The all-seeing God.

ORD, thou hast searched and seen me
through,

Thine eye commands with piercing view
My rising and my resting hours,

My heart and flesh with all their powers.
2 My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known,
He knows the words I mean to speak
Ere from my opening lips they break.
3 Within thy circling power I stand;
On every side I find thy hand;
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.

4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent! what lofty height!
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.

50 may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest; Nor let my weaker passions dare 'Consent to sin, for God is there.'

PAUSE I.

6 Could I so false, so faithless prove,
To quit thy service and thy love,
Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun,
Or from thy dreadful glory run?

7 If up to heaven I take my flight,

'Tis there thou dwellest enthroned in light; Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath thy chains.

8 If mounted on a morning ray,
I fly beyond the western sea,
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.

9 Or should I try to shun thy sight
Beneath the spreading veil of night,
One glance of thine, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.

PSALM 139. PART III. L. M. Sincerity professed, and grace tried; or, The heart-searching God.

MY God, what inward grief I feel
When impious men transgress thy will,
I mourn to hear their lips profane
Take thy tremendous name in vain.
2 Does not my soul detest and hate
The sons of malice and deceit ?
Those that oppose thy laws and thee
I count then enemies to me.

3 Lord, search my soul, try every thought;
Though my own heart accuse me not
Of walking in a false disguise,
I beg the trial of thine eyes.

4 Doth secret mischief lurk within ?
Do I indulge some unknown sin?
O turn my feet whene'er I stray,
And lead me in thy perfect way.

PSALM 139. PART I. C. M.
God is every where.

all my vast concerns with thee,

'Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! 'Nor let my weaker passions dare • Consent to sin, for God is there.' PAUSE II.

11 The veil of night is no disguise,

No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon Through midnight shades as blazing noon. 12 Midnight and noon in this agree, Great God, they 're both alike to thee; Not death can hide what God will spy, And hell lies naked to his eye.

13 O may these thoughts possess my breast, • Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!

Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there.'

PSALM 139. PART II. L. M.
The wonderful formation of man.
TWAS from thy hand, my God, I came,

work of such a curious frame;

In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine. 2 Thine eyes did all my limbs survey, Which yet in dark confusion lay: Thou sawest the daily growth they took, Formed by the model of thy book. 3 By thee my growing parts were named, And what thy sovereign counsels framed, (The breathing lungs, the beating heart,) Was copied with unerring art.

4 At last, to show my Maker's name,
God stamped his image on my frame,
And in some unknown moment joined
The finished members to the mind.

5 There the young seeds of thought began,
And all the passions of the man:
Great God, our infant nature pays
Immortal tribute to thy praise.

PAUSE.

6 Lord, since in my advancing age
I've acted on life's busy stage,

Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
The power of numbers to recount.

7 I could survey the ocean o'er,

And count each sand that makes the shore, Before my swiftest thoughts could trace The numerous wonders of thy grace. 8 These on my heart are still impressed, With these I give my eyes to rest;

And at my waking hour I find
God and his love possess my mind.

To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,

My public walks, my private ways,
And secrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord
Before they 're formed within:
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
He knows the sense I mean.

4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high,
Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on every side.

5 So let thy grace surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Secured by sovereign love.

PAUSE.

6 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire
Forgotten and unknown?

In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,
In heaven thy glorious throne.

7 Should I suppress my vital breath
To escape the wrath divine,

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

8 If winged with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the west,

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

9 If o'er my sins I think to draw
The curtains of the night,
Those flaming eyes that guard thy law
Would turn the shades to light.

10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee:

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O may I ne'er provoke that
From which I cannot flee!

PSALM 139. PART II. C. M.

The wisdom of God in the formation of man.

WHEN I with pleasing wonder stand,

And all my frame survey,

Lord, 'tis thy work: I own thy hand
Thus built my humble clay.

2 Thy hand my heart and reins possest
Where unborn nature grew,

Thy wisdom all my features traced,
And all my members drew.

3 Thine eye with nicest care surveyed
The growth of every part;

Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid Was copied by thy art."

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O may the hour that ends my sleep
Still find my thoughts with thee.

PSALM 141. 2-5. L. M.
Watchfulness, and brotherly reproof.
A morning or evening psalm.

MY God, accept my early vows,

Like morning incense in thine house,
And let my nightly worship rise
Sweet as the evening sacrifice.

2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From every rash and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path where sinners lead.
3 O may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite, and reprove my wandering way!
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.
4 When I behold them prest with grief,
I'll cry to heaven for their relief;
And by my warm petitions prove
How much I prize their faithful love.
PSALM 142. C. M.

God is the hope of the helpless.

ITO God I made my sorrows known,

From God I sought relief;

In long complaints before his throne
I poured out all my grief.

2 My soul was overwhelmed with woes,
My heart began to break;

My God, who all my burthens knows,
He knows the way I take.

3 On every side I cast mine eye,

And found my helpers gone,

While friends and strangers passed me by
Neglected or unknown.

4 Then did I raise a louder cry,
And called thy mercy near,
'Thou art my portion when I die,
Be thou my refuge here.'

5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low,
Now let thine ear attend,

And make my foes who vex me know
I've an almighty Friend.

6 From my sad prison set me free,
Then shall I praise thy name,
And holy men shall join with me
Thy kindness to proclaim.

PSALM 143. L. M.

Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body.

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.

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 burthen me;
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long buried and forgot.
4 I dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within;

My thoughts in musing silence trace
The ancient wonders of thy grace.
5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope
To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hands to God again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain.
6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;
When will thy smiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove?
And God for ever hide his love?

7 My God, thy long delay to save
Will sink thy prisoner to the grave;
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye;
Make haste to help before I die.

8 The night is witness to my tears,
Distressing pains, distressing fears;
O might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my weary powers rejoice!
9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And lift my heavy soul on high,
For thee sit waiting all the day,
And wear the tiresome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show
Which is the path my feet should go ;
If snares and foes beset the road,
I flee to hide me near my God.
11 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heavenly hill;
Let the good Spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.

12 Then shall my soul no more complain,
The tempter then shall rage in vain :
And flesh, that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more.

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PSALM 144. 12-15. PART III. L. M. Grace above riches; or, The happy nation.

APPY the city, where their sons

H Like pillars round a palace set,

And daughters bright as polished stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the country, where the sheep,
Cattle and corn. have large increase;
Where men securely work or sleep,
Nor sons of plunder break the peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endowed,
But more divinely blest are those
On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself with all his grace bestows.

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PSALM 145. L. M.

The greatness of God.

MY God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee. 3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows, an endless stream, Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow, But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine,
And speak thy majesty divine;

Let Britain round her shores proclaim
The sound and honour of thy name.
5 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labour of their tongue.

6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds!
Vast and unsearchable thy ways,
Vast and immortal be thy praise!

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PSALM 145. 1-7, 11-14. PART I. C. M.
The greatness of God.

1 LONG as I live I'm bless thy name,

My King, my God of love;

My work and joy shall be the same
In the bright world above.

2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown,
And let his praise be great;

I'll sing the honours of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;
And while my lips rejoice,
The men that hear my sacred song
Shall join their cheerful voice.

4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.

5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date
Shall through the world be known;
Thine arm of power, thy heavenly state,
With public splendour shown.

6 The world is managed by thy hands,
Thy saints are ruled by love;
And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.

PSALM 145. 7, &c. PART II. C. M.

The goodness of God.

IS My God, my heavenly King;

WEET is the memory of thy grace,

Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.

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

Through the whole earth his bounty shines,
And every want supplies.

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

Thy liberal 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 pardoning 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 145. 14, 17, &c. PART III. C. M.
Mercy to sufferers; or, God hearing prayer.
ET every tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou sovereign Lord

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Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor that fall.

2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,
Or virtue lies distrest

Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourners rest.

3 The Lord supports our tottering days,
And guides our giddy youth;
Holy and just are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.

4 He knows the pains his servants feel,
He hears his children cry,

And their best wishes to fulfil,

His grace is ever nigh.

5 His mercy never shall remove

From men of heart sincere :

He saves the souls whose humble love
Is joined with holy fear.

6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay,
And pierce their hearts with pain,
But none that serve the Lord shall say,
They sought his aid in vain."]

7 [My lips shall dwell upon his praise,
And spread his fame abroad;
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honours of their God.]

PSALM 146. L. M.

Praise to God for his goodness and truth.

PRAISE

SE ye the Lord, my heart shall join
In work so pleasant, so divine;

Now, while the flesh is mine abode.
And when my soul ascends to God.

2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers,
While immortality endures;

My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.

3 Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust;
Their breath departs, their pomp and power,
And thoughts, all vanish in an hour.

4 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; he made the sky,
And earth and seas, with all their train,
And none shall find his promise vain.
5 His truth for ever stands secure ;
He saves the opprest, he feeds the poor:
He sends the labouring conscience peace,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
6 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless.

7 He loves his saints, he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.

PSALM 146. As the 113th Psalm. Praise to God for his goodness and truth.

'I'A my voice is lost in death, LL praise my Maker with my breath;

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.

2 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die, and turn to dust;

Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breath departs, their pomp and power, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour,

Nor can they make their promise good. 3 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 the opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the labouring conscience peace: He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the prisoner sweet release.

5 He loves his saints; he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell;

Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns:

Let every tongue, let every age,
In this exalted work engage,
Praise him in everlasting strains.

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

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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.

PAUSE.

5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who spreads his cloud all round the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.
6 He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn,
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
7 What is the creature's skill or force?
The sprightly man, the warlike horse,
The nimble wit, the active limb,
Are all too mean delights for him.
8 But saints are lovely in his sight:
He views his children with delight;
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks, and loves his image there.

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PSALM 147. PART II. L. M.

Summer and winter.

A song for Great Britain.
BRITAIN, praise thy mighty God,
And make his honours known abroad;
He bid the ocean round thee flow;
Not bars of brass could guard thee so.

2 Thy children are secure and blest;
Thy shores have peace, thy cities rest,
He feeds thy sons with finest wheat,
And adds his blessing to their meat.

3 Thy changing seasons he ordains,
Thine early and thy later rains:
His flakes of snow like wool he sends,
And thus the springing corn defends.

4 With hoary frost he strews the ground,
His hail descends with clattering sound:
Where is the man so vainly bold,
That dares defy his dreadful cold?

5 He bids the southern breezes blow,
The ice dissolves, the waters flow;
But he hath nobler works and ways
To call the Britons to his praise.

6 To all the isle his laws are shown,
His gospel through the nation known;
He hath not thus revealed his word
To every land: praise ye the Lord.

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PSALM 147. 7-9, 13-18. C. M.
The seasons of the year.

WITH songs and honours sounding loud

Address the Lord on high:

Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.

2 He sends his showers of blessing down,
To cheer the plains below;

He makes the grass the mountains crown
And corn in valleys grow.

3 He gives the grazing ox his meat,
He hears the raven's cry;
But man, who tastes his finest wheat,
Should raise his honours high.

4 His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;

He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.

5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

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When from his dreadful stores on high
He pours the rattling hail,

The wretch that dares this God defy
Shall find his courage fail.

7 He sends his word, and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn;

He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

8 The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word:

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PSALM 148. P.M.

Praise to God from all creatures.

YE tribes of Adam, join

With heaven, and earth, and seas, And offer notes divine

To your Creator's praise :
Ye holy throng
Of angels bright,
In worlds of light,
Begin the song.