Thy mercies let my heart record
In fongs of grateful praise.

2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame
Was thy indulgent care,

Long ere I could pronounce thy name,
Or breathe the infant

prayer.

3 When reason with my ftature grew,
How weak her brighteft ray!
How little of my God I knew!
How apt from thee to stray!
4 Around my path what dangers rofe!
Temptations spread the road;
But refcued from my worst of foes,
I bless my Saviour God,

PAUS E.

5 My God, what bleffings round me fhone, Where'er I turned my eye!

How many past almoft unknown,

Or unregarded, by!

6 Each rolling year new favours brought
From thy exhaustless store;

In vain effayed my labouring thought
To count thy mercies o'er.

7 While thus reflection through my days
Thy common gifts would trace;
Still dearer bleffings claimed my praise,
The bleffings of thy grace.

8 Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord,
For favours more divine;

That I have known thy facred word,
Where all thy glories fhine.

9 Lord,

9 Lord, when this mortal frame decays,
And every weakness dies,

Complete the wonders of thy grace,
And raise me to the fkies.

10 Then fhall my joyful powers unite
In more exalted lays,
And join the happy fons of light
In everlasting praise.

ccxxxix. PSALM CXLI. C. M. UNKNOWN.

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то

A Morning Hymn.

O thee I pay my early vows, Whofe fun creates the day, Warm as his genial influence glows, And spotlefs as his ray.

2 This day thy favouring hand be nigh,
So oft vouchfafed before

Still may it lead, protect, fupply,
And I that hand adore.

3 If blifs thy providence impart,
For which refigned I pray;
Give me to feel the grateful heart,
And without guilt be gay.

4 Affliction fhould thy love intend,
As vice or folly's cure;

5

May trial work that wifeft end,
And all my foul mature.

Thus may I from whatever fate
A virtuous leffon gain;

That heaven, nor high, nor low eftate,
When fent, may fend in vain.

6 Be this, and every future day, Still wifer than the past;

That from the whole of life's furvey

I

may find

peace at last.

CCXL. PSALM CXLIII. P. M. MERRICK.

2

3

Prayer for Mercy.

HINE ear, my God, propitious lend;

THI

To ever merciful extend

Thy pity, while to thee I pray,
Nor in thy righteous balance weigh
Thy fervant's acts; for who, Ọ who,
Pure of all guilt approach thy view?

Although my awful judge thou art,
Defpair fhall not invade my heart.
Defpair of thee! whofe mercies past
Thro' every step of life are traced,
While in my breaft recorded stand
The bleffings of thy gracious hand.
To thee my humble prayer afcends;
On thee my conftant hope depends;

Thy mercy dear to me impart;
Heal with thy grace my wounded heart;
And aid me, by thy spirit led,

Thy path with truer fteps to tread.

CCXLI. PSALM CXLIII. L. M. WATTS.

The fame.

ORGIVE me, O my gracious God,

Forgive me, and avert thy rod;

Thy

2

3

Thy mercy to thy fuppliant fhow,
Mercy, the balm of human woe.

O what could heal the wounded heart, If thou inexorable wert?

For who a dauntlefs front could wear,
If justice called him to thy bar?

Aid me to work thy holy will,
And all a Father's views fulfil;
And may the spirit of thy love
Fit me to meet thy faints above.

CCXLII. PSALM CXLIII. L. M. STEELE.

H'

The fame.

I EAR, O my God, with pity hear
My humble fupplicating moan;
In mercy answer all my prayer,

And be thy tendereft goodness known.
2 On mercy all my hopes rely;
Should awful juftice frown fevere,
Before the terrors of thy eye,
What erring mortal durft appear?
3 Pleafed I look back on former days,
Which all a parent's love proclaim;
Thy goodness fhone with mildeft grace;
Goodness in thee is ftill the fame.

4.

To thee I raise my fuppliant hands,
To thee my humble prayer afpires;
As fhowers rejoice the thirsty lands,
So hope in thee my foul infpires.

5

Aid me to do thy facred will,
Thou art my guide, my help, my stay;
May thy good spirit lead me ftill,
And point the fafe, the upright way.

CCXLII. PSALM CXLIV. C. M. UNKNOWN.

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Submiffion to Death, and Prayer for Support in it.

E

TERNAL SIRE, enthroned on high!
Whom angel hosts adore;

Who yet to fuppliant man art nigh,
Thy prefence I implore.

2 O guide me down the fteep of age,
Be all my paffions cool;

Teach me to fcan the facred page,
And thence my paffions rule.

3 My flying years time urges on,
Time fummons me away;

My friends, my youth's companions gone, Can I expect to stay?

4 What refpite can I plead, if death
Point his unerring dart?

Can medicine then prolong my breath?
Can friendship shield my heart?
5 I yield-O fmooth the awful hour,
On thee my hope depends;

Support me, Father, by thy power,
While duft to duft defcends.

6 Willing to pay the last

great debt

Which nature owes to thee;

Where angels and good men are met,
May death my passage be.

PSALM