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Wa 5. If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light;
Sho If down to hell's infernal plains,
'Tis there almighty vengeance reigns. 8 If I the morning wings could gain,
And fly beyond the western main,
And there arrest thy fugitive.
Beneath the sable wings of night ;
Would kindle darkness into day. 8 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from thy all-searching eyes ;
As in the blazing noon of day.
" Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
PSALM 139. Second Part. C. M.
The wisdom of God in the formation of man. 1 VHEN I with pleasing wonder stand,
And all my frame survey ; Lord, 'tis thy work; I own, thy hand
Thus built my humble clay. 2 Thy hand my heart and reins possest,
Where unborn nature grew : Thy wisdom all my features trac'd,
And all my members drew. 3 Thine eye with nicest care survey'd
The growth of every part ;
Till the whole scheme, thị thoughts had laid,
Was copied by thine art.
Show me thy wondrous skill;
Diviner wonders still.
My flesh proclaims thy praise;
PSALM 139. Third Part. C. M.
To equal numbers rise.
The product of thy skill;
Thy thoughts of love reveal.
How kind, how dear to me!
When impious men transgress thy will!
Take thy tremendous name in vain.
The sons of malice and deceit?
3 Lord, search my soul, try ev'ry thought :
Tho' my own heart accuse me not
I beg the trial of thine eyes.
Do I indulge some unknown sin ?
PSALM 140. S. M.
Y God, while impious men,
With malice in their heart, My peace destroy, my life defame,
Thy guardian grace impart. 2 With poison in their lips,
And with a serpent's tongue, They sting my fainting soul to death,
And make my name their song, 3 Ceaseless they lie in wait
My footsteps to betray;
Beside my peaceful way. 4 O hear my humble cry!
Their fondest hope destroy ;
And blast their envious joy. 5 On their own heads shall fall
The mischiefs they devise ;
Their slanders, and their lies. - 6 As coals the wood consume,
As pits receive their slain ; So shall the men of malice sink,
And never rise again.
7 The Lord, who hates the proud,
Shall scorch the sland'rous tongue ;
And well requite their wrong.
PSALM 141. L. M.
Y God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incense in thy house; And let my nightly worship rise
Sweet as the ey'ning sacrifice.
From ev'ry rash and heedless word;
The guilty path, where sinners lead.
Smite and reprove my wand'ring way!
I'll cry to heav'n for their relief;
PSALM 142. C. M.
God is the hope of the helpless. " TO
God I made my sorrows known,
From God I sought relief;
I pour'd out all my grief.
My heart began to break :
My God, who all my burdens knows,
Mis the Knows ev'ry way I take.
The ane 3 On ev'ry side I cast mine eye,
And found my helpers gone ;
Neglected or unknown.
And call’d thy mercy near ;
LG 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low;
Now let thine ear attend,
Mike I've an Almighty Friend. 6 From my sad prison set me free;
Then shall I praise thy name: And holy men shall join with me, Thy kindness to proclaim. PSALM 143. L. M.
bor Mourning under afflictions in mind and body. 1 MY Y righteous Judge, my gracious God!
Hear, when I spread my 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:
No living man is guiltless there.
The mighty woes that burden me:
Like one long buried and forgot. 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within ;