PSALM CXXX. (c. M.)

I OUT of the deeps of long distress,
The borders of despair,

I sent my cries to seek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.

2 Great God! should thy severer eye,
And thine impartial hand,
Mark and revenge iniquity,
No mortal flesh can stand.

3 But there are pardons with my
For crimes of high degree;

God

Thy Son has bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee.

4 I wait for thy salvation, Lord,
With strong desires I wait;
My soul, invited by thy word,
Stands watching at thy gate.

5 There's full redemption at thy throne
For sinners long enslav'd :
The great Redeemer is thy Son,
And Israel shall be sav'd.

PSALM CXXXI. (c. M.)

1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sov'reign will denies,

Accepted at thy throne of grace
Let this petition rise:

2 Give me a calm and thankful heart,
From every murmur free;

The blessings of thy grace impart,
And let me live to thee.

3 Let the sweet hope, that thou art mine, My life and death attend;

Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.

PSALM CXXXII. 8-18. (C. M.)

1 ARISE, O King of grace, arise, And enter to thy rest!

Lo! thy church waits with longing eyes,
Thus to be own'd and blest.
2 Enter with all thy glorious train,
Thy Spirit and thy word:
All that the ark did once contain
Could no such grace afford.

3 Here, mighty God! accept our vows,
Here let thy praise be spread;
Bless the provisions of thy house,
And fill thy poor with bread.
4 Here let the Son of David reign;
Let God's Anointed shine;
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and power divine,

5 Here let him hold a lasting throne;
And, as his kingdom grows,

Fresh honours shall adorn his crown,
And shame confound his foes.

PSALM CXXXIII. (s. M.)

1 BLEST are the sons of peace,
Whose hearts and hopes are one;
Whose kind designs to serve and please
Through all their actions run.

2 Blest is the pious house,

Where zeal and friendship meet:

Their songs of praise, their mingled vows,
Make their communion sweet.

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Thus when on Aaron's head

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They pour'd the rich perfume,

The oil through all his raiment spread,
And pleasure fill'd the room.

Thus on the heav'nly hills

The saints are blest above;

Where joy like morning dew distils,

And all the air is love.

PSALM CXXXIV. (P. M. 104th.)

YE servants of God, whose diligent care
Is ever employ'd in watching and prayer;
With praises unceasing your Saviour pro-
claim,

Rejoicing, and blessing his excellent name. 'Tis Jesus commands; approach to his house, And lift up your hands, and pay him your

1 GIVE to our God immortal praise ;
Mercy and truth are all his ways:
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat his mercies in your song.

2 Give to the Lord of lords renown;
The King of kings with glory crown:
His mercies ever shall endure,

When lords and kings are known no more.

3 He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fix'd the starry lights on high :

Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat his mercies in your song.
4 He fills the sun with morning light,
He bids the moon direct the night:
His mercies ever shall endure,

When sun and moon shall shine no more. 5 He sent his Son with power to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave: Wonders of grace to God belong; Repeat his mercies in your song.

6 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heav'nly seat: His mercies ever shall endure,

When this vain world shall be no more.

PSALM CXXXVIII. (L. M.)

1 WITH all my powers of heart and tongue,
I'll praise my Maker in my song;
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.
2 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord;
I'll sing the wonders of thy word:
Not all thy works and names below
So much thy power and glory shew.
3 To God I cried when troubles rose;
He heard me, and subdued my foes;
He did my rising fears controul,
And strength diffus'd through all my soul.
4 Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

5 Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows or from sins:

The work that wisdom undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

PSALM CXXXIX. PART I. 1-12. (L. M.)

1 THOU,Lord,by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down;

My secret thoughts are known to thee,
Known long before conceiv'd by me.
2 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts and private ways:
Surrounded by thy power I stand;
On every side I find thy hand.

3 If up to heaven I take my flight,
"Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light:
If down to hell's infernal plains,
There thine almighty vengeance reigns.
4 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.

5 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from thy all-searching eyes:
Where can I, Lord, thy Spirit shun?
Or whither from thy presence run?

PSALM CXXXIX. PART II. 13-18. (L. M.) 1 'TWAS from thy hand, my God, I came, A work of such a curious frame;

In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine, 2 Thine eyes did all my limbs survey, Which yet in dark confusion lay; Thou saw'st the daily growth they took, Form'd by the model of thy book.