Holy and just are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.

4 He knows the pain his servants feel;
He hears his children cry;

And their best wishes to fulfil,
His grace is ever nigh.
5 His mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere:

He saves the souls, whose humble love
Is join'd with holy fear.

6 His stubborn focs, his sword shall slay,
And pierce their hearts with pain;
But none, that serve the Lord, shall say,
"They sought his aid in vain."

7 My lips shall dwell upon his praise,
And spread his fame abroad:

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Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honours of their God.

PSALM 146. First Part. L. M.

Goodness and faithfulness of God.

PRAISE ye the Lord: my heart shall join
In work so pleasant, so divine;

Now while the flesh is my abode,
And when my soul ascends to God.

2 Praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs,
While immortality endures;

My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last. 3 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r And thoughts all vanish in an hour. 4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky,

Where, Lord, could I thy influ'nce shun? Or whither from thy presence run? ō 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, 'Tis there almighty vengeance reigns. 6 If I the morning wings could gain, And fly beyond the western main, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive.

7 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.
8 The veil of night is no disguise,

No screen from thy all-searching eyes;
Thro' midnight shades thou find'st thy way.
As in the blazing noon of day.

9 "O may these thoughts possess my breast, "Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! "Nor let my weaker passions dare "Consent to sin; for God is there."

PSALM 139. Second Part. C. M.
The wisdom of God in the formation of man.
WHEN I with pleasing wonder stand,
And all my frame survey,
Lord, 'tis thy work; I own, thy hand
Thus built my humble clay.

2 Thy hand my heart and reins possest,
Where unborn nature grew :
Thy wisdom all my features trac'd,
And all my members drew.

3 Thine eye with nicest care survey'd
The growth of every part;

Till the whole scheme, thy thoughts had laid..
Was copied by thine art.

4 Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind,
Show me thy wondrous skill;
But I review myself, and find
Diviner wonders still.

5 Thine awful glories round me shine,
My flesh proclaims thy praise;
Lord, to thy works of nature join
Thy miracles of grace.

PSALM 139. Third Part. C. M.

The mercies of God innumerable. An evening Psalm.

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ORD, when I count thy mercies o'er,
They strike me with surprise;
Not all the sands that spread the shore
To equal numbers rise.

2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands,
The product of thy skill;

And hourly blessings from thy hands
Thy thoughts of love reveal.

3 These on my heart by night I keep;
How kind, how dear to me!

O! may the hour that ends my sleep
Still find my thoughts with thee.

PSALM 139. Fourth Part. L. M.
Christian integrity-An appeal to God.

1 MY God, what inward grief I feel,

When impious men transgress thy will I mourn to hear their lips profane, Take thy tremendous name in vain. 2 Does not my soul detest and hate The sons of malice and deceit ? Those that oppose thy laws and thee, I count them enemies to me.

3 Lord, search my soul, try ev'ry thought
Tho' my own heart accuse me not
Of walking in a false disguise;
I beg the trial of thine eyes.

4 Doth secret mischief lurk within?
Do I indulge some unknown sin?
O turn my feet whene'er I stray!
And lead me in thy perfect way.

PSALM 140. S. M.

A complaint against personal enemies.

1 MY God, while impious men,

With malice in their heart, My peace destroy, my life defame, Thy guardian grace impart.

2 With poison in their lips, And with a serpent's tongue, They sting my fainting soul to death, And make my name their song. 3 Ceaseless they lie in wait

My footsteps to betray; They hide their snare, they set their gin, Beside my peaceful way.

4 O hear my humble cry!

Their fondest hope destroy;

Their arts confound, their plots disclose,
And blast their envious joy.

5 On their own heads shall fall
The mischiefs they devise;
Thy hand shall take them in their net,
Their slanders, and their lies.

6 As coals the wood consume,
As pits receive their slain;
So shall the men of malice sink,
And never rise again.

7 The Lord, who hates the proud,

Shall scorch the sland'rous tongue;
Shall hunt the wicked from the earth,
And well requite their wrong.

8 Thou wilt sustain the poor,
And bid th' afflicted sing;
Before thee, shall thy children dwell,
Their Father, and their King.

PSALM 141. L. M.

Watchfulness and brotherly love—A morning or evening psalm.

Y God, accept my early vows,

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Like morning incense in thy house; And let my nightly worship rise

Sweet as the ev'ning sacrifice.

2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From ev'ry rash and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread

The guilty path, where sinners lead.
3 0 may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite and reprove my wand'ring way!
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise but cheer my head.
4 When I behold them prest with grief,
I'll cry to heav'n for their relief;
And by my warm petitions prove
How much I prize their faithful love.

PSALM 142. C. M.

Deliverance in sore distress.

1 TO God I made my sorrows known,
From God I sought relief;

In long complaints before his throne
I pour'd out all my grief.

2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes,
My heart began to break: