4 He sent his Son with pow'r to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave: Wonders of grace to God belong;

Repeat his mercies in your song.

5 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heav'nly seat:

His mercies ever shall endure,

When this vain world shall be no more.

PSALM CXXXVI. Second Version. 1 To God, the mighty Lord, Your joyful thanks repeat; To him due praise afford, As good as He is great. For God does prove Our constant friend; His boundless love

Shall never end.

2 To Him whose wond'rous pow'r
All other gods obey,
Whom earthly kings adore,
This grateful homage pay.
For God, &c.

3 By his Almighty hand

Amazing works are wrought;
The heav'ns by his command
Were to perfection brought.
For God, &c.

PSALM CUNTH

L. M.
10 Zcy when we think on Thee,
We long for pinions like the dove.
And sign to Sunk that we should be
So Estant Erm the land we love.

2 But yet we hope to see the day,
When Zica's children shall return,
When all our griets shall pass away,
And we no more again shail mourn.

3 The thought that such a day will come,
Makes e'en the captive portion sweet;
Though now we wander far from home,
In Zion soon we all shall meet.

PSALM CXXXIX.

C. M.

1 LORD, where shall guilty souls retire
Forgotten and unknown?

In hell they meet thy dreadful fire;
In heaven thy glorious throne.

2 Should I suppress my vital breath,
To 'scape thy wrath divine,

Thy voice would break the bars of death, And make the grave resign.

3 If, wing'd with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the West,

Thy hand, which must support my flight, Would there betray my rest.

4 If o'er my sins I think to draw The curtains of the night,

Those flaming eyes that guard thy law,
Would turn the shades to light.

5 The beams of noon, the midnight hour,
Are both alike to Thee:
O may I ne'er provoke that Pow'r
From which I cannot flee.

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PSALM CXXXIX. Second Version.

1 THOU, Lord, by strictest search, hast
My rising up and lying down: [known
My secret thoughts are known to Thee,
Known long before conceiv'd by me.

2 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts and private ways:
Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would
My yet unutter'd words' intent.

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3 If up to heav'n I take my flight,
'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light:
If down to hell's infernal plains,
There thy Almighty vengeance reigns.

4 If I the morning's wings could gain,
And fly beyond the Western main:
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest the fugitive.

5 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.

PSALM CXLII.

C. M.

1 Prostrate before Jehovah's throne,
With earnest voice I cried;
My supplication I made known,
Oppress'd with grief I sigh'd.

2 My spirit sunk, o'erwhelm'd with grief, No friend remain'd for me;

I look'd around, but no relief,
No refuge could I see.

3 Friendless, I cried to Thee, O Lord,
Thou refuge of my soul;

Thou art my portion, and thy word
Can all my fears controul.

PSALM CXLIII.

L. M.

1 HEAR me, O Lord! in my distress,
Hear me in truth and righteousness;
For at thy bar of judgment tried,
None living could be justified.

2 Lord, I have foes without, within;
The world, the flesh, in-dwelling sin,
Life's daily ills, temptation's hour,
And Satan roaring to devour.

3 Feebly to Thee I stretch my hands, Like failing streams thro' desert sands: I thirst for Thee, as harvest-plains, Parch'd in the summer, thirst for rains.

4 Teach me thy will,--subdue mine own,--
Thou art my God, and Thou alone;
By thy good Spirit guide me still,
Safe from all foes, to Zion's hill.

PSALM CXLVI.

L. M.

1 THE praises of my God, my King, While I have life, or breath to sing, Shall fill my heart, and tune my tongue, Till heav'n improve the blissful song.

2 Happy the man, whose hopes divine
On Israel's guardian God recline!
Who can with sacred transport say,
"This God is mine-my help, my stay!"

3 The hungry poor his hand sustains,
And breaks the wretched captive's chains:
To sightless eyes, long clos'd in night,
His touch restores the joys of light.

4 The Lord shall reign for ever King,
And age to age His glory sing:
Thy God, O happy Zion, reigns;
Resound his praise in joyful strains.