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And let a wretch come near thy throne
To plead the merits of Thy Son.

3. My soul lies humbled in the dust,

And owns thy fearful sentence just :
Yet view me, Lord, with pitying eye,
And save a soul condemn'd to die.

4. Then shall thy love inspire my tongue, Salvation shall be all my song;

And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness!

LVII.

FIFTY-SIXTH PSALM.

Verse 9, &c. (By Dr. Watts.)

1. WHEN to thy throne I raise my cry,
The wicked fear and flee:

So swift is prayer to reach the sky,
So near is God to me!

2. In Thee most holy, just, and true,
I have reposed my trust!

Nor

Nor will I fear what man can do,
The offspring of the dust.

3. Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord,
Thou shalt receive my praise:

I'll think, how faithful is thy word,
How righteous are thy ways!

4. Thou hast secured my soul from death; O set Thy prisoner free;

That heart and hand and life and breath
May be employ'd for Thee.

LVIII.

SIXTY-THIRD PSALM.

(By Dr. Watis.)

1. GREAT God, indulge my humble claim, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose thy name Stand all engaged to make me blest.

2. Thou great and good, thou just and wise; Thou art my Father and my God:

And I am thine by sacred ties;

Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood.

3. With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look ; As travellers in thirsty lands

Pant for the cooling water-brook. 4. This life itself without thy love. No sense of pleasure could afford: 'Twould but a tiresome burden

prove,

If I were banish'd from my Lord.

5. I'll lift my hands, I'll raise

my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise: This task shall make my heart rejoice, And cheer the remnant of my days.

LIX.

SECOND PART.

1. 'TWAS in the watches of the night
I thought upon Thy power:
I kept my gracious God in sight
Amid the darkest hour.

2. Still as I lay upon my bed,

My soul arose on high;

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3. My spirit labours up the hill,
And climbs the heavenly road;
But thy right hand upholds me still,
While I pursue my God!

4. Thy mercy stretches o'er my head
The shelter of thy wings:

My heart rejoices in thine aid,
My tongue awakes and sings.

LX.

SIXTY-FIFTH PSALM.

Verse 5 to 9.

(By Dr. Watts.)

1. ON Thee the race of man depends, Far as the earth's remotest ends; Where the Creator's power is known By nature's feeble light alone.

2. The mariner upon the flood

Pours forth his frighted prayer to God, When tempests rage and billows roar At dreadful distance from the shore. 3. He bids the noisy tempests cease:

He calms the raging crowd to peace,

When a tumultuous nation raves

Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. 4. Behold! his ensigns sweep the sky: New comets blaze, and lightnings fly! The heathen lands, in mute surprize, From the bright horrors turn their eyes.

LXI.

SECOND PART.

Verse 9, &c.

1. AT God's command the morning ray
Smiles in the East and leads the day:
Seasons and times obey his voice;
The evening and the morn rejoice.
2. The desert grows a fruitful field,
Abundant food the valleys yield;
The valleys shout with cheerful voice,
And neighbouring hills repeat their joys.
3. Thy works pronounce thy power Divine;
O'er every land thy glories shine:
Through every month thy gifts appear;
Great God! thy goodness crowns the year.

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