To him whose pow'r hath made
The heav'ns with mighty hand,
And ocean wide hath spread
Around the fpacious land.
For God, &c.

Thro' heav'n he did display
The num'rous hofts of light;

The fun to rule the day,

The moon and stars the night.
For God, &c.

He doth the food fupply

On which all creatures live;
To God who reigns on high,
Eternal praises give.
For God, &c.

PSALM CXXXIX.

LORD, thou my ways haft fearch'dand known,

My rifing up, my fitting down;

To thee are my conceptions brought,
Ere they are form'd into a thought.

Thine eye my bed and path furveys,
My public haunts, and private ways;
Thou know'st whate'er my lips would vent,
My yet unutter'd words intent.

Surrounded

Surrounded by thy power I ftand,
On every fide I find thy hand;
Wisdom for human fearch too high,
Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!

Let me acknowledge, O my God,
That fince the maze of life I've trod;
The bounties of thy love furmount

The power of numbers to recount.

Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart, If evil lurks in any part;

Correct me where I go aftray,

And guide me in thy perfect way.

L

PSALM CXLIII.

ORD hear my pray'r, and to my cry
Thy wonted audience bend;

In thy accuftom'd faith and truth,
A gracious anfwer fend.

Nor at thy ftrict tribunal bring

'Thy fervant to be try'd; For in thy fight no living man Can e'er be justify'd.

To thee my hands in humble pray'r
I fervently ftretch out;
My foul for thy refreshment thirsts,
Like land opprefs'd with drought.

Thy

Thy kindness early let me hear,
Whose truft on thee depends;

Teach me the way where I should
My foul to thee afcends.

go;

Thou art my God, thy righteous will,

Inftruct me to obey;

Let thy good fpirit guide and keep

My foul in the right way.

THE

PSALM CXLV.

HE Lord does them fupport that fall,
And make the proftrate rife;

For his kind aid all creatures call,
Who timely food supplies.

Whate'er their various wants require,
With open hand he gives;

And fo fulfils the juft defire
Of ev'ry thing that lives.

He

grants the full defires of thofe
Who him with fear adore;

And will their troubles foon compofe,
When they his aid implore.

The Lord preferves all those with care,
Whom grateful love employs ;
But finners who his vengeance dare,

With furious rage destroys.

My

My time to come, in praises spent,
Shall ftill advance his fame,

And all mankind with one confent,
Forever blefs his name.

Praise the Lord, and thou, my foul,
For ever blefs his name;

His wond'rous love, while life fhall laft,
My conftant praise shall claim.

The Lord who made both heav'n and earth,

And all that they contain;

Will never quit his ftedfast truth,

Nor make his promife vain.

The poor oppreft, from all their wants
Are eased by his decree;
He gives the hungry needful food,

And fets the Prifoners free.

By him the blind receive their fight,
The weak and fall'n he rears;
With kind regard and tender love,
He for the righteous cares.

The ftranger he preferves from harm,
The orphan kindly treats

Defends the widow, and the wiles

Of wicked men defeats.

Τα

The God that does in Sion dwell,

Is our eternal king;

From age to age his reign endure,
Let all his praifes fing.

PSALM CXLIX.

Praise ye the Lord,

Prepare your glad voice,

His praise in the joyful

Affembly to fing.

In our great Creator,

Let Ifr'el rejoice;

And children of Sion

Be glad in their king.

Let them his great name,
Extol in the dance;
With timbrel and harp
His praises exprefs;

Who always takes pleasure,

His faints to advance;

And with his falvation

The humble to blefs.

With glory adorn'd,
His people fhall fing
To God who their beds
With fafety does shield;

Their