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My thoughts in musing silence trace
The ancient wonders of thy grace.
To bear my sinking spirits up;
And thirst, like parched lands, for rain. 6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;
When will thy smiling face return ?
And God forever hide his love?
Will sink thy pris’ner to the grave' ;
Make haste to help before I die.
Distressing pains, distressing fears :
How would my wearied pow'rs rejoice ! 9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And raise my grieved soul on high;
And wear the tiresome hours away.
Which is the path, my feet should go ;
I flee to hide me near my God.
And lead me to thy heav'nly hill ;
Conduct me to thy courts above.
The tempter then shall rage in vain :
PSALM 144. First Part. C. M.
Victory in the spiritual warfare.
My Saviour and my shield;
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 thro’ the war. 3 A friend and helper so divine,
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine;
The vanity of man.
feeble man, Born of the earth at first! His life a shadow, light and vain,
Still hast’ning to the dust. 2 O what is feeble dying man,
Or any of his race,
To visit him with grace!
Who shakes the worlds above;
The happy nation. 1
Like pillars round a palace set,
HAPPY the city, where their sons
My God, my King, thy various praise
2 Happy the country, where the sheep,
Cattle, and corn, have large increase ;
Nor sons of plunder break their peace.
But more divinely blest are those,
bestows. PSALM 145. First Part. L. M.
The greatness of God.
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Till death and glory raise the song.
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
New works of duty done for thee,
And speak thy majesty divine :
The sound and honour of thy name.
The long succession of thy praise ;
The joy and labour of their tongue.
PSALM 145. Second Part. C.M.
The goodness of God. . 1
My God, my heav'nly King :
In sounds of glory sing.
His goodness to the skies;
And ev'ry want supplies.
On thee for daily food;
And fills their mouths with good.
How slow thine anger moyes !
To cheer the souls he loves.
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
The mercy of God. 1
LET ev’sy tongue thy mercy speak,
And raise the poor that fall.
Our virtue lies distrest
Thou giv'st the mourners rest.
And guides our giddy youth:
Holy and just are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.
He hears his children cry;
is ever nigh.
never shall remove
Is join'd with holy fear.
And pierce their hearts with pain ;
“ They sought his aid in vain."
And spread his fame abroad:
for his goodness and truth. ES 1
PRAISE ye the Lord: my heart shall join
In work so pleasant, so divine ;
And when my soul ascends to God. s,
2 Praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs,
While immortality endures;
While life, and thought, and being last.
Princes must die and turn to dust;
And thoughts all vanish in an hour.
On Israel's God; he made the sky,