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My public Haunts and private Ways;
My yet unutter'd Word's Intent. 3 Surrounded by thy Pow'r I stand,
On ev'ry Side I find thy Hand :
Too dazzling bright for mortal Eye! 4 O could I lo perfidious .be,
To think of once deserting thee!
Or whither from thy Presence run? 5 If up to Heav'n I take my Flight,
'Tis there thou dwell'ft enthron’d in Light: Or dive to Hell's infernal Plains,
'Tis there almighty Vengeance reigns. 6 If I the Morning's Wings could gain,
And fly beyond the western Main,
PSALM CXXXIX. P. 2.
A Work of such a curious Frame:
My Soul with grateful Joy must own.
While yet a lifeless Mass it lay;
Thóu faw'st the daily Growth they took;
The Pow'r of Numbers to recount.
The Sands upon the Ocean's Shore;
I find th' Account but new begun.
If Mischief lurks in any Part;
thy endless Praise proclaim :
and ever bless thy Name.
and highly to be prais'd;
above our Knowledge rais'd.
to future Times extends;
and wond'rous Works express; The World with me thy Might shall own,
and thy great Pow'r confess.
5 The Praise that to thy Love belongs,
they shall with Joy proclaim;
PS A L M CXLVI.
for ever bless his Name;
my conftant Praise shall claim.
let none for Aid rely;
nor timely Help apply.
and there neglected lie;
together with them die.
for his Protector takes;
his constant Refuge makes.
is our eternal King:
and celebrate his Fame !
2 He kindly heals
the broken Hearts, and all their Wounds doth close; He tells the Number of the Stars,
their sev'ral Names he knows. 3 Great is the Lord, and great his Pow'r,
his Wisdom has no Bound: The Meek he raises, and throws down
the Wicked to the Ground. 4 To God, the Lord, a Hymn of Praise
with grateful Voices fing: To Songs of Triumph tune the Harp, and strike each warbling String.
PSA L M CXLVIII. I YE
E boundless Realms of Joy,
Exalt your Maker's Fame;
Your Voices raise,
To sing his Praise.
And Sun that guid'at the Day;
His Praise declare,
In liquid Air,
And praise his holy Name,
By whose almighty Word
And all shall last
Stands ever faft.
His wond'rous Fame to raise,
Earth's utmost Ends
The Sky transcends.
O therefore raise
from whence his Goodness largely flows: Praise him in Heav'n, where he his Face
unveil'd in perfect Glory shows. 2 Praise him for all the mighty Acts,
which he in our Behalf hath done; His Kindness this Return exacts, with which our Praise should equal run.