2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes,
My heart began to break;

My God, who all my burdens knows,
He knows the way I take.
3 On every side I cast mine eye,
And found my helpers gone,

While friends and strangers past me by
Neglected or unknown.

4 Then did I raise a louder cry,
And call'd 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 naine,
And holy men shall join with me
Thy kindness to proclaim.

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PSALM CXLIII. (L. M.) Complaint of heavy Afflictions. MY righteous judge, my gracious God,

Hear when I spread iny 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;
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long bury'd 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 bide 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'd powers rejoice!
In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And lift my heavy sout 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.

PSALM CXLIV. ver. 1, 2. First Part. (C. M.)
Assistance & Victory in the Spiritual
Warfare.

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 heavenly fight,
And guards me thro' the war.

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

PSALM CXLIV. 3, 4, 5, 6.
Second Part. (C. M.)

The Vanity of Man, &Condescension of God.

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ORD, what is man, poor feeble man,
Born of the earth at first!

His life a shadow, light and vain,

Still hasting to the dust.

20 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,

And mountains tremble at his frown,
How wonderous is his love!

PSALM CXLIV. 12-15. Third Part. (L. M.)
Grace above Riches; or, The happy Nation.
HAPPY the city, where their sons
Like pillars round a palace set,

And daughters bright as polish'd 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 endow'd;
But more divinely blest are those m
On whom the all sufficient God
Himself, with all his grace bestows.
PSALM CXLV. (L. M.)
The Greatness of God.

1 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,
Aud speak thy majesty divine;

Let Britain round her shores proclaim
The sound and honour of thy name.
5 Let diştant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labour of their tougue.
6 But who can speak thy wonderous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds!
Vast and unsearchable thy ways!
Vast and inmortal be thy praise!

PSALM CXLV. ver. 1-7, 11-13.
First Part. (C. M.)

The Greatness of God.

ONG as I live I'll bless thy name,

1L 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 thro' the world be known;
Thine arm of power, thy heavenly state
With public splendor shown.

6 The world is manag'd by thy hands,
Thy saints are rul'd by love;
And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Tho' rocks and hills remove.

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PSALM CXLV. Second Part. (C. M.)
The Goodness of God.

SWEET is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly 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 every want supplies.

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

Thy liberal band provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.

4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
How slow thine anger moves!
But soon be 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 CXLV. 14, 17, &c. 3d Part. (C. M.)
Mercy to Sufferers; or,God hearing Prayer.
ET every tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou sovereign Lord of all;

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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 join'd 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 CXLVI. (L. M.)

Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth. 1 PRAISE ye the Lord, my heart shall join In works 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.
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.