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These hands let useful skill forsake,

This voice in silence die. 4 If e'er my heart forget

Her welfare, or her woe, Let ev'ry joy this heart forsake,

And ev'ry grief o'erflow. 5 For her my tears shall fall ;

For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be giv'n,

Till toils and cares shall end. 6 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heay’nly ways;
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,

Her hymns of love and praise. 7 Jesus, thou Friend divine,

Our Saviour, and our King, Thy hand from ev'ry snare and foe

Shall great deliv'rance bring. 8 Sure as thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be giv'n
The brightest glories, earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heav'n.

PSALM 138. L. M.

Restoring and preserving grace. 1 'ITH all my pow'rs 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 Angels that make thy church their care,

Shall witness my devotion there ;
While holy zeal directs mine eyes

To thy fair temple in the skies.
3 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 pow'r and glory show.
To God I cried when troubles rose;
He heard me, and subdu'd my foes;
He did my rising fears control,

And strength diffus'd thro' all my soul. $ The God of heav'n maintains his state,

Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great ;
But from his throne descends, to see

The sons of humble poverty.
6 Amid a thousand snares I stand,

Upheld and guarded by thy hand :
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.
7 Grace will complete what grace begins,

To save from sorrows and from sins :
The work, that wisdom undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

PSALM 139. First Part. L. M.
The omniscience and omnipresence of God.
THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast

My rising up and lying down: [known
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;
Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent;
My yet unutter'd words' intent.
3 Within thy circling pow'r I stand ;

On ev'ry side I find thy hand :
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.
O! could I so perfidious be,
To think of once deserting thee!

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Where, Lord, could I thy influ’nce shun?

Or whither from thy presence run? 5. If up to heav'n I take my flight,

'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron’d in light; If down to hells infernal plains,

'Tis there almighty vengeance reigns. 8 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. 1 THEN I with pleasing wonder stand,

And all my
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 ;

WHAnd all my frame survey ;

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.
LORD, when I count thy mercies o’er,

They strike
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!
0! may the hour that ends my sleep
Still find my thoughts with thee.
PSALM 139. Fourth Part. L. M.

Grace tried.
Y 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.

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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.

Y 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 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.


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