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2 On every side I cast mine eye,

But found no friend or helper nigh;
No lenient tongue my grief to cheer,

No eye to drop the social 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 soul receive. 4 Do thou my prison doors unbar,

So shall my tongue thy love declare ;
And righteous men with me shall join
To celebrate thy power divine.

Watts and MERRICK, varied.
Plalm CXLIII. Long Metre. []

Complaint and Hope.
EAR, O my God, with pity hear,

My humble, fupplicating moan ;
In mercy answer all my prayer,

And make thy truth and goodness known, 2 0 let thy mercy still be nigh;

Should awful justice frown severe,
Before the terror of thine eye,

What trembling mortal can appear! 3 I call to mind the former days;

Thine ancient works declare thy name,
Thy truth, thy goodness and thy grace ;

And there, O Lord, are still the same. 4 To thee I lift my suppliant hands,

To thee my longing foul aspires ;
As cheering showers to thirsty lands,

Thy grace can fill these strong desires. 5 Speak to my heart; the gloomy night

Shall vanish, and bright morning break i

In thee I trust, my guide, my light,

Teach me the path my feet should take. 6 Teach me to do thy sacred. will;

Thou art my God, my hope, my stay ;
Let thy good Spirit lead me itill,
And point the safe, the upright way.

Mrs. STEELE.

Plalm CXLIV. Long Metre. [bor

Divine Protection, Peace and Plenty. ESCEND from heaven, Almighty Lord,

And earth shall tremble at thy word; The smoking hills, with conscious fear, Shall own their sov'reign Maker near. 2 Whilst thy keen pointed lightnings fly Like flaming arrows through the sky; Our foes dispers’d shall rise no more, Nor dare the terrors of thy power. 3 O let thy potent arm control

These threat'ning waves that round us roll; These sons of vanity that rise,

With fraudful hands and impious lies. 4 Then shall our fons, beneath thy care,

Grow up like plants erect and fair ;
Our daughters shall like pillars rise,
Where splendid buildings charm the eyes.
5 Then plenty shall our stores increase,

Plenty, the lovely child of peace ;
The flock its fleecy wealth thall yield,
And

pour its thousands o'er the field.
6 The well fed ox shall then afford
His cheerful labours to his lord

; No more shall fons of plunder reign, Nor sons of misery complain.

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In all thy works, immortal rays
Of power and goodness shine.

Mrs. STELLE. psalm CXLV. Third Part. C. M. [*]

Divine Power and Compassion.
REAT God, while nature speaks thy praise,

With all her num'rous tongues,
Thy saints fhall tune diviner lays,

And love inspire their songs.
2 Thy power and goodness they shall 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 submits to thy commands,
While

ages
roll

away.
4 He that invokes the God of grace,

Shall find him ever near ;
To all who humbly seek his face

He lends a pitying ear.
5 He knows the pain his servants 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 sincere;
He saves the fouls whose-humble love

Is join'd with holy fear,
7 His praise, a most delightful theme,

Shall fill my heart and tongue ;
Let all creation bless his name
In one eternal song,

WATTS and STELLE.

Pralm CXLVI. Long Metre. [X]

No Trust in Man, but in God.
"HE praises of my God and King,

,
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 wise ;
The scheme his morning thoughts begun
Is loft before the setting suis.
Happy the man whose hopes divine
On nature's guardian God recline;
Who can with sacred transport say,
This God is mine, my help, my stay.
5 Heaven, earth and fea declare his name,
He built, he fill'd their spacious frame;
And o'er creation's faireit lines
His stedfast truth unchanging shines.
His justice looks on those who mourn
Beneath the proud oppressor's scorn ;
The hungry poor his hand sustains,

And breaks the wretched captive's chainis,
7 If weary strangers friendless roam,
Divine protection is their home;
The Lord relieves the widow's care,

And dries the helpless orphan's tear. 8 The Lord shall reign forever King,

And age to age his glory fing;
Thy God, o happy Zion, reigns,
Resound his praise in lofty strains.

Mrs. STEILE

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Plalm CXLVI. Six Line L. M. [b]

Praise for divine Goodness. 'LL praise my Maker with my breath, And when my voice is loft in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life and thought and being last,

Or immortality endures.
7 Why should I make a man my trust ?
Princes must die and turn to dust;

Vain is the help of flesh and blood;
Their breath departs, their pomp and power
And thoughts all vanish in an hour,

Nor can they make their promise good. 3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On lfrael's God who made the sky,

And earth and feas, with all their train ;
His truth forever stands fecure;
He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor,

And none shall find his promise vain. 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ; The Lord supports the linking mind;

He fends the lab'ring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the pris’ner sweet release. 5 He loves his saints, he knows them well, His love their joyful lips shall tell :

Thy God, o Zion, ever reigns :
Let every tongue, let every age
In this delightful work engage ;

Praise him in everlasting strains.

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