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3 Surrounded by thy power I stand,

On every side I find thy hand:
O skill for human reach too high !

Too dazzling bright for mortal eye! 4 From thy all-seeing Spirit, LORD,

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O where can I thy influence shun,

Or whither from thy presence run ? 5 If up to heaven I take my flight,

'T is there thou dwell'st enthroned in light;
If to the world unseen, my God,

There also hast thou thine abode.
6 If I the morning's wings could gain,

And fly beyond the western main;
E’en there, in earth’s remotest land,

I still should find thy guiding hand. 7 Or, should I try to shun thy sight,

Beneath the sable wings of night,
One glance from thee, one piercing ray,

Would kindle darkness into day. 8 The veil of night is no disguise,

No screen from thy all-searching eyes;
Through midnight shades thou find'st thy way,

As in the blazing noon of day.
9 Thou know'st the texture of my heart,

My reins and every vital part:
I'll praise thee, from whose hands I canic

A work of such a wondrous frame. 10 Let me acknowledge too, O God,

That since this maze of life I trod,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount

The power of numbers to recount. 11 Far sooner could I reckon o'er

The sands upon the ocean's shore;
Each morn, revising what I've done,

I find th' account but new begun.
12 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart,

If mischief lurk in any part;
Correct me where I go astray,
And guide me in thy perfect way.

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PSALM 114. C. M.

From the cxlı Psalm of David.
1 LORD, in thy sight, O let my prayer
Like morning incense rise ;

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My lifted hands accepted be

As ev'ning sacrifice.
2 From hasty language curb my tongue,

And let a constant guard
Still keep the portal of my lips

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With wary silence barr'd.
3 From wicked men's designs and deeds,

My heart and hands restrain ;
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Or their unrighteous gain.
4 Let upright men reprove my faults,

And I shall think them kind;
Like healing oil upon my head,
I their reproof shall find.
PSA L M 115. C. M.

From the cxliii. Psalm of David.
1 LORD, hear my prayer, and to my cry

Thy wonted audience lend;
In thy accustom'd faith and truth,

A gracious answer send.
2 Nor at thy strict tribunal bring

Thy servant to be tried;
For in thy sight no living man

Can e'er be justified.
3 To thee my hands in humble prayer

I fervently stretch out;
My soul for thy refreshment thirsts,

Like land oppress'd with drought.
4 Hear me with speed, my spirit fails,

Thy face no longer hide,
Lest I become forlorn, like them

That in the grave reside.
5 Thy kindness early let me hear,

Whose trust on thee depends;
Teach me the way where I should go,

My soul to thee ascends.

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6 Do thou, O LORD, from all my foes,

Preserve and set me free;
A safe retreat, a hiding place,

My soul implores from thee.
7 Thou art my God, thy righteous will

Instruct me to obey;
Let thy good Spirit lead and keep

My soul in thy right way.
8 O, for the sake of thy great Name,

Revive my drooping heart;
For thy truth's sake, to me distress'd,

Thy saving health impart.

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PSALM 116. L. M.

From the cxliv. Psalm of David.
1 LORD, what's in man, that thou should'st love

Of him such tender care to take ?
What in his offspring could thee move

Such great account of him to make ?

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2 The life of man does quickly fade,

His thoughts but empty are and vain,
His days are like a flying shade,

Of whose short stay no signs remain.
3 To thee, almighty King of kings,

In new-made hymns my voice I'll raise; I. And instruments of many strings

Shall help me to adore and praise.

PSALM 117.

From the cxlv. Psalm of David.

1 THEE I will bless, my God and King,

Thy endless praise proclaim;
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This tribute daily I will bring,

And ever bless thy Name.
2 Thou, LORD, beyond compare art great,

And highly to be praised;
Thy majesty, with boundless height,

Above our knowledge raised.

3 Renown’d for mighty acts, thy fame L To future time extends;

i From age to age thy glorious Name

Successively descends.
4 Whilst I thy glory, and renown,

And wondrous works express,
The world with me thy might shall own,

And thy great power confess.
5 The praise that to thy love belongs,

They shall with joy proclaim;
Thy truth of all their grateful songs

Shall be the constant theme.
6 The Lord is good; fresh acts of grace

His pity still supplies;
His anger moves with slowest pace,

His willing mercy flies. .
7 Thy love through earth extends its fame,

To all thy works express'd;
These show thy praise, whilst thy great Name

Is by thy servants bless'd.
8 They, with a glorious prospect fired,

Shall of thy kingdom speak;
And thy great power, by all admired,

Their lofty subject make.
9 God's mighty works of ancient date,

Shall thus to all be known;
And thus his kingdom's glorious state,

In all its splendor shown.
10 His steadfast throne, from changes free,

Shall stand for ever fast;
His boundless sway no end shall see,
But time itself outlast.

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1 The Lord does them support that fall,

And makes the prostrate rise;
For his kind aid all creatures call,

Who timely food supplies
2 Whate'er their various wants require

With open hand he gives; ;
And so fulfils the just desire

Of every thing that lives.

3 How holy is the LORD, how just,
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How nigh to him, who with firm trust,

For his assistance prays !
4 He grants the full desires of those

Who him with fear adore;
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And will their troubles soon compose,

When they his aid implore.
5 The LORD preserves all those with care

Whom grateful love employs;
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But sinners, who his vengeance dare,

In justice he destroys.
6 My time to come, in praises spent,

Shall still advance his fame;
And all mankind, with one consent,

For ever bless his Name.

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PSA L.M 118. III. 3.

From the cxlv. Psalm of David.
1 GOD, my King, thy might confessing,

Ever will I bless thy Name;
Day by day thy throne addressing,
Still will I thy praise proclaim.

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2 Honor great our God befitteth;

Who his majesty can reach?
Age to age his works transmitteth,

Age to age his power shall teach.
3 They shall talk of all thy glory,

On thy might and greatness dwell
Speak of thy dread acts the story,

And thy deeds of wonder tell.
4 Nor shall fạil from mem'ry's treasure

Works by love and mercy wrought;
Works of love surpassing measure,

Works of mercy passing thought.
5 Full of kindness and compassion,

Slow to anger, vast in love,
God is good to all creation;

All his works his goodness prove.

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