1 GIVE to our God immortal praise: Mercy and truth are all his ways: d 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; d His mercies ever shall endure, [more. When lords and kings are known no

-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: s His inercies ever shall endure, [more. When suns and moous shall shine no

e 6 [He saw the Gentiles dead in sin, And felt his pity work within; d His mercies ever shall endure, [more.] When death and sin shall reign no

o 7 He sent his Son with pow'r to save From guilt and darkness and the grave; d Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song.

-8 Thro' this vain world he guides our And leads us to his heav'nly seat: [fect, d His mercies ever shall endure, When this vain world shall be no more.

Thine eye commands, with piercing
My rising and my resting hours, [view,
My heart and flesh with all their pow'rs.

2 My tho'ts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my op'ning lips they break.

p 3 Within thy circling pow'r I stand;
On every side I find thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God,.

-56-7 If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light;

a Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns,
And Satan groans beneath thy chains.

-8 If, mounted on a morning ray,
I fly beyond the Western sea;
o Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.

9 Qr should I try to shun thy sight,
Beneath the spreading veil of night,
One glance of thine, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.

10 Omay these tho'ts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest;
Nor let my weaker passions dare,
Consent to sin, for God is there!
BATH. GENEVA.

L. M. SECOND PART,

The wonderful Formation of Man.

1 'TWAS from thy hand, my God I
Á work of such a curious frame; [came,
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 saws't the daily growth they took,
Form'd by the model of thy book.

4 At last to shew my Maker's name,
God stamp'd his image on my frame;
And in some unknown moment join'd
The finish'd members of the mind.

6 Lord, since, in my advancing age,
I've acted on life's busy stage,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
The pow'r of numbers to recount.

7 I could survey the ocean o'er,[sbore,
And count each sand that makes the
Before my swiftest thoughts could trace
The num❜rous wonders of thy grace.

8 These on my heart are still impress'd,
With these I give my eyes to rest;
And at my waking hour I find
God and his love possess my mind.
PORTUGAL.

C. M. FIRST PART.

God's Omnipresence and Omniscience.

1 IN all my vast concerns with thee,
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.

Ver. 14, 17, 18.

The Mercies of GOD innumerable.

An Evening Psalm.

1 LORD, when I count thy mercies
They strike me with surprise; [o'er,
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.

YORK.

PSALM 142. C. M.
GOD is the Hope of the Helpless.
10 God I made my sorrows known,
From God I sought relief;

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

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

My God, who all my burden knows,
He knows the way I take.

3 On ev'ry side I cast mine eye,
And found my helpers gone;
While friends and strangers past me by,
Neglected and unknown.

Then did I raise a louder cry, And call'd thy mercy near; d "Thou art my portion when I die,"Be thou my refuge here."

e 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.

a 1

PSALM 141. L. M.

Ver. 2, 3, 4, 5.

e 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.

30 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.

When I behold them press'd with I'll cry to heav'n for their relief; [grief, -Aud, by my warm petitions, prove How much I prize their faithful love. WORSHIP. DRESDEN.

ISLE OF WIGHT,

PSALM 143. L. M. Complaint and Hope.

M'

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 merey knowu.

CA

p 4 Idwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within;

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 hand to God again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain.

p 7 My God, thy long delay to save,
Will sink thy pris'ner to the grave;
My heart grows faint,and dim mine eyes
-Make haste to help before I die.

9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And lift my weary 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, o Ifee to hide me near my God

C. M. FinST PART.

Ver. 17, 11—13.

The Greatness of God.

o 1 LONG as I live I'll bless thy name,,
My King, my God of love;
My work and joy shall be the same,
In the bright world above.

-2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r un
And let his praise be great; [known,
I'll sing the honours of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

o 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;
Aud while my lips rejoice,
The men, who hear my sacred song,
Shall join their cheerful voice.

4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name A nd children learn thy ways;

o Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise.

5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date
Shall through the world be known;
Thine arm of pow'r,thine heav'nly state,
With public splendour shown.

g6 The world is manag'd by thy hands,
Thy saints are rul'd by love;
And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.
BARBY. MITCHAM.

C. M. SECOND PART.

Ver. 7, &c.

The Goodness of GOD.

@ 1 SWEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
My God, my heav'nly King;
Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.

-2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines His goodness to the skies;

6 Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines, And ev'ry waat supplies.

e 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food;

6 Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, And fills their mouth with good.

e 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord? How slow thine anger moves;

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o But soon he sends his pard'ning word, To cheer the souls he loves.

o 5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
But saints that taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.

COLCHESTER.

C. M. THIRD PART.
Ver. 14-17, &c.

Mercy to Sufferers: or, God hearing
Prayer.

1 LET ev'ry tongue thy goodness
Thou sovereign Lord of all! [speak,
Thy strength'ning hands uphold the
And raise the poor who fall. [weak,

2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,
Or virtue lies distrest,
Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourners rest.

3 The Lord supports our tott'ring days,
And guides our giddy youth;
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, 11's grace is ever nigh,