Evening Prayer.

PSALM 139.

O LORD, Thou hast séarched me out and | known me: Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, Thou understándest my thought a- | far | off.

Thou compassest my páth and my | lying | down: and árt ac- quainted with | all my ways.

For there is not a word | in my tongue: but lo! O Lórd, Thou knowest it | alto- | gether.

Thou hast beset mé be- | hind and be- ¦ fore: ánd | laid Thine | hand up- | on me.

Such knowledge is too | wonderful | for me: it is hígh, I | cannot at- | tain | unto it.

Whither shall I gó | from Thy | Spirit: or whither shall I' flee from Thy | presence?

If I ascend up into heaven | Thou art | there: if I make my bed in sheol, behold | Thou art | there | also.

If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea: even there shall Thy hand lead mé, and Thy right | hand shall | hold me.

If I say, Surely the darkness shall | cover me: even the night shall be light a- | bout me.

Yea the darkness hideth not from Thee, but the night shíneth | as the day: the darkness and the líght are both a- | like to | Thee.

I' will praise | Thee: for I am féarfully and | wonder-fully made.

Márvellous | are Thy | works: and thát my soul knoweth right | well.

How precious also are Thy thoughts unto me, God: how great | is the | sum of | them!

If I should count them, they are more in númber | than the | sand: when I awáke | I am | still with | Thee.

Search me, O Gód, and | know my | heart: trý | me and know my thoughts;

And see if there be aný | wicked way | in me: and lead mé in the way | ever- | lasting.

PSALM 141.

Lord, I crý | unto | Thee: make haste unto me, give ear unto my voice | when I | call un- - | to Thee.

Let my prayer be set forth before | Thee as | incense: and the lifting up of my hánds | as the | evening | sacrifice.

Set a watch, O

Lórd, be- | fore my mouth: kéep the door of my lips.

Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with mén that | work in- | iquity and let me nót | eat | of their | dainties.

But mine eyes are unto Thée, O | God the | Lord: in Thee is my trust, léave | not my | soul | destitute.

THE TWENTY-FIRST DAY.

Morning Prayer.

PSALM 142.

I CRIED unto the Lord with my voice: with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplica- | tion.

I poured out my compláint be- | fore Him: I shéwed before | Him my | trouble.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then Thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked have they prívily | laid a snare | for me. I looked on my right hand and no mán that would mán | cared for my I cried unto Thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my pórtion | in the | land of the | living. Attend unto my cry, for I am brought | very low : deliver me from my pérsecutors, for they are | stronger than | I.

beheld, but there was know me: refuge failed me, no soul.

Bring my soul out of prison: thát | I may | praise Thy name.

The righteous shall cómpass me a- bout: for Thou shalt déal | bounti- | fully with me.

PSALM 143.

HEAR my prayer, O Lord, give éar to my suppli- | cation in Thy faithfulness answer mé, and | in Thy | righteousness.

And enter not into júdgment | with Thy | servant : for in Thy síght shall | no man | living be | justified. I remember the | days of | old: I meditate on all Thy works, I múse on the work of Thy | hands.

I stretch forth my hánds | unto | Thee: my soul thirsteth after Thée | as a thirsty | land.

Cause me to hear Thy loving-kindness | in the morning: fór in | Thee | do I | trust.

Cause me to know the way wherein | I should | walk : for I' lift up my soul to | Thee.

Teach me to do

Thy will, for Thóu | art my | God: Thy spirit is good, lead mé | into the | land of | righte

ousness.

Quicken me, O Lord, for Thy | name's sake: for Thy righteousness' sáke | bring my soul out of | trouble.

Evening Prayer.

PSALM 145.

I WILL extol Thée, my | God, O | King: and I will bléss Thy | name for | ever and | ever.

Every day will I bless Thee: and I will praise Thy name fór | ever and | ever.

One generation shall praise Thy wórks unto an- | other and shall de- | clare Thy | mighty | acts.

They shall abundantly utter the mémory of Thy great goodness: ánd shall | sing | of Thy | righteous

ness.

The Lord is grácious and | full of com- - passion : slow to ánger and of great mercy.

The Lord is good to all: and His tender mércies are over all His | works.

All Thy works shall práise Thee, O Lord: ánd-Thy | saints shall | bless Thee.

They shall speak of the glóry | of Thy | kingdom : ánd | talk | of Thy | power.

Thy kingdom is an ever- | lasting | kingdom: and Thy dominion endúreth through- | out all | gener- ations. The Lord upholdeth | all that | fall: and raiseth up all those that be | bowed down.

The eyes of áll | wait upon | Thee: and Thou givest thém their meat in due | season.

Thou ópenest | Thine | hand: and satisfiest the desire of every | living thing.

The Lord is righteous in all His ways: ánd | holy in all His works.

The Lord is nigh unto all thém that | call upon | Him: to áll that | call upon | Him in | truth.

He will fulfil the desire of

He also will hear their | cry |

them that | fear Him: and will | save them.

My mouth shall speak the práise | of the | Lord :

and let all flesh bless His

hóly name for ever

and ever.

PSALM 146.

PRAISE the Lord | O my | soul: while I live will I praise the Lord.

I will sing praises | unto my | God: while | I have | any | being.

Pút not your trust in | princes: nor in the son of mán, in whom there is no | help.

Happy is he that hath the God of Jácob | for his | help whose hope is | in the | Lord his | God,

Who made heaven and earth, the sea, and áll that | is there-in whó | keepeth | truth for | ever;

Who executeth júdgment | for the op- | pressed: who giveth | food | to the hungry.

The Lord looseth the prisoners: the Lord ópeneth the eyes | of the | blind.

The Lord raiseth them that are bowed down : the Lord careth | for the righteous.

The Lord preserveth the strangers, He relíeveth the fatherless and widow: but the way of the wicked He turneth | upside down.

The Lord shall | reign for | ever: even thy God, O Zíon, unto | all | gener- | ations.