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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

And bid th' afflicted sing;
Before thee, shall thy children dwell,
Their Father, and their King.

PSALM 141. L. M.
Brotherly reproof. A morning or evening Psalm.
Y God, accept my early vows,

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

Sweet as the ey'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 O 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.

God is the hope of the helpless. ITO

O 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 :

My God, who all my burdens knows,

Knows ev'ry way I take. 3 On ev'ry side I cast mine eye,

And found my helpers gone ; While friends and strangers pass’d me by

Neglected or unknown. 4 Then did I raise a louder

cry, And call'd thy mercy near ; " Thou art my portion, when I die:

“ Be thou my refuge here." 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low;

Now let thine ear attend, And make my foes, who vex me, know,

I've an Almighty Friend. 6 From my sad prison set me free;

Then shall I praise thy name :
And holy men shall join with me,
Thy kindness to proclaim.

PSALM 143. L. M.
Mourning under afflictions in mind and body.

Y righteous Judge, my gracious God!

Hear, when I spread my hands abroad, And cry for succour from thy throne :

O make thy truth and mercy known ! 2 Let judgment not against me pass ;

Behold thy servant pleads thy grace :
Should justice call us to thy bar,

No living man is guiltless there.
3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see

The mighty woes that burden me:
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long buried and forgot.
I dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within

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My thoughts in musing silence trace
The ancient wonders of thy grace.
5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope

To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hands to God again,

And thirst, like parched lands, for rain. 6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn ;

When will thy smiling face return ?
Shall all my joys on earth remove?

And God forever hide his love?
7 My God, thy long delay, to save,
Will sink thy pris'ner to the grave;
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye ;
Make haste to help before I die.
8 The night is witness to my tears,
Distressing pains, distressing fears :
0, might I hear thy morning voice,

How would my wearied pow'rs rejoice!
9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And raise my grieved soul on high;
For thee sit waiting all the day,

And wear the tiresome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show

Which is the path, my feet should go ;
If snares and foes beset the road,

I flee to hide me near my God.
11 'Teach me to do thy holy will,

And lead me to thy heav'nly hill ;
Let the Good Spirit of thy love

Conduct me to thy courts above.
12 Then shall my soul no more complain;

The tempter then shall rage in vain :
And flesh, that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more.

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PSALM 144. First Part. C. M.

Victory in the spiritual warfare. 1 OR ever blessed be the Lord,

My Saviour and my shield;
He sends his Spirit with his word,

To arm me for the field.
2 When sin and hell their force unite,

He makes my soul his care;
Instructs me to the heav'nly fight,

And guards me thro’ the war. 3 A friend and helper so divine, Does


raise ;
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine ;
And his shall be the praise.
PSALM 14). Second Part. C. M.

The vanity of man. 1 ORD, what is man, poor feeble man,

His life a shadow, light and vain,

Still hast’ning to the dust. 2 O what is feeble dying man,

Or any of his race,
That God should make it his concern

To visit him with grace! 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down;

Who shakes the worlds above ;
While mountains tremble at his frown:
How wondrous is his love!
PSALM 144. Third Part. L. M.

The happy nation.
HAPPY the city, where their sons

Like pillars round a palace set,
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.

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2 Happy the country, where the sheep,

Cattle, and corn, have large increase ;
Where men securely work, or sleep,

Nor sons of plunder break their peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd:

But more divinely blest are those,
On whom the all sufficient God,
Himself with all his grace bestows.
PSALM 145. First Part. L. M.

The greatness of God.
? My God, my King, thy various praise

Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue,

Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear

Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And ev'ry setting sun shall see

New works of duty done for thee,
3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim ;
Thy bounty flows an endless stream ;
Thy mercy swift ; thine anger slow;
But dreadful to the stubborn foe.
4 Thy works with sov'reign glory shine,

And speak thy majesty divine :
Let Zion in her courts proclaim

The sound and honour of thy name.
5 Let distant times and nations raise

The long succession of thy praise ;
And unborn ages make my song

The joy and labour of their tongue.
6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds :
Vast and unsearchable thy ways;
Vast and immortal be thy praise.

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