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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 forever hide his love?
7 My God, thy long delay, to save,

Will sink thy pris’ner 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 wearied pow'rs rejoice ! 9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,

And raise my grieved 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 heav'nly 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. First Part. C. M.

Victory in the spiritual warfare.
OR 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 thro’ the war. 3 A friend and helper so divine,

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He makes the glorious vict'ry mine;
And his shall be the praise.
PSALM 141. Second Part. C.M.

The vanity of man.
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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,
That God should make it his concern

To visit him with grace!
3 That God, who darts his lightnings down;

Who shakes the worlds above;
While mountains tremble at his frown:
How wondrous is his love!
PSALM 144. Third Part. L. M.

The happy nation. 1

Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.

HAPPY the city, where their sons

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My God, my King, thy various praise

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2 Happy the country, where the sheep,

Cattle, and corn, have large increase ;
Where men securely work, or sleep,

Nor sons of plunder break their peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd :

But more divinely blest are those,
On whom the all sufficient God,
Himself with all his

grace

bestows. PSALM 145. First Part. L. M.

The greatness of God.
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Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,

Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear

Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And ev'ry 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 sov'reign glory shine,

And speak thy majesty divine :
Let Zion in her courts 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. Second Part. C.M.

The goodness of God. . 1

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 moyes !
But soon he sends his pard’ning word

To cheer the souls he loves.
5. Creatures, with all their endless race,

Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
But saints that taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.
PSALM 145. Third Part. C. M.

The mercy of God. 1

LET ev’sy tongue thy mercy speak,
Thy strength’ning hands uphold the weak,

And raise the poor that fall.
2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,

Our virtue lies distrest
Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,

Thou giv'st the mourners rest.
3 The Lord supports our sinking days,

And guides our giddy youth:

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Holy and just are all his ways,

And all his words are truth.
Stat 4 He knows the pain his servants feel;

He hears his children cry;
And their best wishes to fulfil,
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5 His
mercy

never shall remove
From men of heart sincere :
He saves the souls, whose humble love

Is join'd with holy fear.
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6 His stubborn foes, his sword shall slay,

And pierce their hearts with pain ;
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“ 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. First Part. L. M.
Praise to God

for his goodness and truth. ES 1

PRAISE ye the Lord: my heart shall join

In work so pleasant, so divine ;
Now while the flesh is my abode,

And when my soul ascends to God. s,

2 Praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs,

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 thoughts all vanish in an hour.
4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely

On Israel's God; he made the sky,

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