2 On every fide I caft mine eye,
But found no friend or helper nigh;
No lenient tongue my grief to cheer,
No eye to drop the focial tear.
3 Then, mighty God, to thee I cry'd,
In whom I can my hopes confide;
Be thou my refuge while I live,
And when I die, my foul receive.
4 Do thou my prifon doors unbar,
So fhall my tongue thy love declare;
And righteous men with me fhall join
To celebrate thy power divine.
WATTS and MERRICK, varied.
Plalm CXLIII. Long Metre.
HEAR, O my God, with pity hear,
My humble, fupplicating moan;
In mercy anfwer all my prayer,
And make thy truth and goodness known,
2 O let thy mercy ftill be nigh;
Should awful juftice frown fevere,
Before the terror of thine eye,
What trembling mortal can appear!
I call to mind the former days;
Thine ancient works declare thy name,
Thy truth, thy goodness and thy grace;
And thefe, O Lord, are ftill the fame.
To thee I lift my fuppliant hands,
To thee my longing foul afpires;
As cheering fhowers to thirsty lands,
Thy grace can fill these ftrong defires.
5 Speak to my heart; the gloomy night
Shall vanish, and bright morning break
In thee I trust, my guide, my light,
Teach me the path my feet should take.
6 Teach me to do thy facred, will;
Thou art my God, my hope, my stay;
Let thy good Spirit lead me ftill,
And point the fafe, the upright way.
Pfalm CXLIV. Long Metre. [or Divine Protection, Peace and Plenty.
ESCEND from heaven, Almighty Lord, And earth fhall tremble at thy word; The fmoking hills, with confcious fear, Shall own their fov'reign Maker near. 2 Whilft thy keen pointed lightnings fly Like flaming arrows through the fky; Our foes difpers'd fhall rife no more, Nor dare the terrors of thy power.
Olet thy potent arm control
Thefe threat'ning waves that round us roll; These fons of vanity that rife,
With fraudful hands and impious lies. 4 Then shall our fons, beneath thy care, Grow up like plants erect and fair; Our daughters fhall like pillars rife, Where fplendid buildings charm the eyes. Then plenty fhall our ftores increase, Plenty, the lovely child of peace;
The flock its fleecy wealth fhall yield, And pour its thousands o'er the field. 6 The well fed ox fhall then afford His cheerful labours to his lord; No more fhall fons of plunder reign, Nor fons of mifery complain.
In all thy works, immortal rays
Of power and goodness fhine.
Pfalm CXLV. Third Part. C. M. [*]
Divine Power and Compassion.
REAT God, while nature speaks thy praise,
With all her num'rous tongues,
Thy faints fhall tune diviner lays,
And love infpire their fongs.
2 Thy power and goodness they fhall fing,
The glories of thy reign;
Thy wond'rous deeds, Almighty King,
Shall fill the raptur'd strain.
3 Thy kingdom, Lord, forever stands,
While earthly thrones decay ;
And time fubmits to thy commands,
While ages roll away.
He that invokes the God of grace,
Shall find him ever near;
To all who humbly feek his face.
He lends a pitying ear.
5 He knows the pain his fervants feel;
He hears his children cry;
And their best wishes to fulfil,
His grace is ever nigh.
6 His mercy never shall remove
From men of heart fincere;
He faves the fouls whofe humble love
Is join'd with holy fear.
7 His praise, a most delightful theme,
Shall fill my heart and tongue;
Let all creation blefs his name
In one eternal fong.
Pfalm CXLVI. Long Metre. [*]
No Truft in Man, but in God.
HE praises of my God and King,
'fing,
Shall fill my heart, and tune my tongue,
Till heaven improve the blissful fong.
2 No more in princes will I trust!
Vain man, thou art but air and dust !
With all thy pride, and all thy power,
The helpless creature of an hour!
3 He breathes, he thinks, but foon he dies!
No more the potent or the wife;
The scheme his morning thoughts begun
Is loft before the fetting fun..
4 Happy the man whofe hopes divine
On nature's guardian God recline;
Who can with facred transport say,
This God is mine, my help, my stay.
5 Heaven, earth and fea declare his name, .
He built, he fill'd their fpacious frame;
And o'er creation's faireft lines
His ftedfaft truth unchanging fhines.
His juftice looks on those who mourn
Beneath the proud oppreffor's fcorn;
The hungry poor his hand fuftains,
And breaks the wretched captive's chains.
7 If weary ftrangers friendless roam,
Divine protection is their home;
The Lord relieves the widow's care,
And dries the helpless orphan's tear.
8 The Lord fhall reign forever King,
And age to age his glory fing;
Thy God, O happy Zion, reigns,
Refound his praife in lofty ftrains.
Praife for divine Goodness.
'LL praife my Maker with breath,
my
with
And when my voice is loft in death,
Praife fhall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praife fhall ne'er be paft,
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.
Why should, I make
a man my trust?
Princes muft die and turn to duft;
Vain is the help of flesh and blood;
Their breath departs, their pomp and power
And thoughts all vanifh in an hour,
Nor can they make their promise good.
3 Happy the man whofe hopes rely
On Ifrael's God who made the fky,
And earth and feas, with all their train; His truth forever ftands fecure; He faves th' opprefs'd, he feeds the poor, And none fhall find his promise vain. 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord fupports the fuking mind; He fends the lab'ring confcience peace; He helps the ftranger in diftrefs, The widow and the fatherlefs,
And grants the pris'ner fweet releafe.
5 He loves his faints, he knows them well,
His love their joyful lips fhall tell :
Thy God, Zion, ever reigns:
Let every tongue, let every age
In this delightful work engage;
Praise him in everlasting strains.
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