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PSALM 144.-L. M. [*]

Ver. 12-15, Grace above riches; or,

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APPY the city where their sons

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 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.

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PSALM 145.-L. M. [*]
The greatness of God.

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.
Thy works with sovereign glory shine,
And speak thy majesty divine;
Let" every realm with joy" 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 2
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds!
Vast and unsearchable thy ways!
Vast and immortal be thy praise!

PSALM 145.-1st Part. C. M. [*] Ver. 1-7, 11-13. The greatness of God. ONG as I live I'll 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 manag'd by thy hands;
Thy saints are rul'd by love;
And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove

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PSALM 145-2d Part. C. M. [*]
Ver. 7, &c. The goodness of God.
WEET is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King

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

2 God reigns on high, but ne'er 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 lib'ral 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 pard'ning 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.-3d Part. C. M. Ver. 14, 17, &c. Mercy to sufferers; or, hearing prayer.

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God

1 ET every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all;

Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall.

2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,
Or virtue lies distress'd

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

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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.

He knows the pain 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 146.-L. M. [*]

Praise to God for his goodness and truth 1PRAISE 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.

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

Their breath departs, their pomp & power, And thoughts all vanish in an hour. 4 Happy the man, whose hopes ely 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 forever stands secure :

He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor:
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace,
And grants the pris'ner 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
Bu turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.

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PSALM 146.-L. P. M. [*] Praise to God for his goodness and truth.

LL praise my Maker with my breath I'And when my voice is lost in leath,

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.