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Where, Lord, could I thy influ'nce shun?
Or whither from thy presence run?

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,
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,

And there arrest thy fugitive.
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 ;
Thro' midnight shades thou find'st thy way,

As in the blazing noon of day.
9 “O may these thoughts possess my breast,

" Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
“ Nor let my weaker passions dare
* Consent to sin ; for God is there."

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 ;



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Till the whole scheme, thị thoughts had laid,

Was copied by thine art.
4 Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind,

Show me thy wondrous skill;
But I review myself, and find

Diviner wonders still.
5 Thine awful glories round me shine,

My flesh proclaims thy praise;
Lord, to thy works of nature join
Thy miracles of grace.

PSALM 139. Third Part. C. M.
The mercies of God innumerable. An evening Psalm.
LORD, when I count thy mercies o’er,

Not all the sands that spread the shore

To equal numbers rise.
2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands,

The product of thy skill;
And hourly blessings from thy hands

Thy thoughts of love reveal.
3 These on my heart by night I keep ;

How kind, how dear to me!
0! may the hour that ends my sleep
Still find my thoughts with thee,
PSALM 139. Fourth Part. L. M.

Grace tried.
M Y God, what inward grief I feel,

When impious men transgress thy will!
I mourn to hear their lips profane,

Take thy tremendous name in vain.
2 Does not my soul detest and hate

The sons of malice and deceit?
Those that oppose thy laws and thee,
I count them enemies to me.

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3 Lord, search my soul, try ev'ry thought :

Tho' my own heart accuse me not
Of walking in a false disguise;

I beg the trial of thine eyes.
4 Doth secret mischief lurk within ?

Do I indulge some unknown sin ?
O turn my feet whene'er I stray !
And lead me in thy perfect way.

PSALM 140. S. M.
A complaint against personal enemies.

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;
They hide their snare, they set their gin,

Beside my peaceful way. 4 O hear my humble cry!

Their fondest hope destroy ;
Their arts confound, their plots disclose,

And blast their envious joy. 5 On their own heads shall fall

The mischiefs they devise ;
Thy hand shall take them in their net,

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.

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7 The Lord, who hates the proud,

Shall scorch the sland'rous tongue ;
Shall hunt the wicked from the earth,

And well requite their wrong.
8 Thou wilt sustain the

And bid th' afflicted sing;
Before thee, shall thy children dwell,
Their Father, and their King.

PSALM 141. L. M.
Brotherly reproof. A morning or evening Psalm.

Y God, accept my early vows,

Like morning incense in thy house; And let my nightly worship rise

Sweet as the ey'ning sacrifice.
2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,

From ev'ry rash and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread

The guilty path, where sinners lead.
3 O may the righteous, when I stray,

Smite and reprove my wand'ring way!
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise but cheer


4 When I behold them prest with grief,

I'll cry to heav'n for their relief;
And by my warm petitions prove
How much I prize their faithful love,

PSALM 142. C. M.

God is the hope of the helpless. " TO

God I made my sorrows known,

From God I sought relief;
In long complaints before his throne

I pour'd out all my grief.
2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes,

My heart began to break :


To bear

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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 ;
While friends and strangers pass’d 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."

LG 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low;

Now let thine ear attend,
And make my foes, who vex me, know,

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:
Should justice call us to thy bar,

No living man 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 buried and forgot. 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen,

My heart is desolate within ;

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