2 Thine Eye my Bed and Path furveys, My public Haunts and private Ways; Thou know't what 'tis my Lips would vent, My yet unutter'd Word's Intent. 3 Surrounded by thy Pow'r I ftand, On ev'ry Side I find thy Hand : O Skill, for human Reach too high! Too dazzling bright for mortal Eye! 4 O could I fo perfidious be,

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To think of once deferting thee!

Where, Lord, could i thy Influence shun? Or whither from thy Prefence run?

If

up to Heav'n I take my Flight,

'Tis there thou dwell'it 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, Thy fwifter Hand would first arrive, And there arreft thy Fugitive.

PSALM CXXXIX. P. 2.

I I'LL praise thee from whofe Hands I came,
A Work of fuch a curious Frame:
The Wonders thou in me haft shown,
My Soul with grateful Joy must own.
2 Thine Eyes my Subftance did furvey,
While yet a lifeless Mass it lay;
In Secret how exactly wrought,
E'er from its dark Inclofure brought.
3 Thou didst the shapeless Embryo fee,
It's Parts were register'd by thee;

Thou

Thou faw'ft the daily Growth they took, Form'd by the Model of thy Book.. 4 Let me acknowledge too, O God, That fince this Maze of Life I trod, Thy Thoughts of Love to me furmount The Pow'r of Numbers to recount. 5 Far fooner could I reckon o'er

The Sands upon the Ocean's Shore;
Each Morn, revifing what I've done,
I find th' Account but new begun.
6 Search, try, O God, my Thoughts and Heart,
If Mischief lurks in any Part;

Correct me where I go aftray,
And guide me in thy perfect Way.

PSALM CXLV.

THEE I'll extol, my God and King,
thy endless Praise proclaim:

This Tribute daily I will bring,

and ever bless thy Name.

2 Thou, Lord,' beyond Compare art great, and highly to be prais'd;

Thy Majefty, with boundless Height,
above our Knowledge rais'd.

3 Renown'd for mighty Acts, thy Fame
to future Times extends;

From Age to Age thy glorious Name fucceffively defcends.

4 Whilft I thy Glory and Renown,

and wond'rous Works exprefs;

The World with me thy Might shall own, and thy great Pow'r confefs.

5 The Praife that to thy Love belongs,
they shall with Joy proclaim;

Thy Truth of all their grateful Songs
fhall be the conftant Theme.

PSALM CXLVI.

O Praise the Lord, and thou, my Soul,

for ever blefs his Name;

His wond'rous Love, while Life fhall laft, my conftant Praise fhall claim.

2 On Kings, the greatest Sons of Men,
let none for Aid rely;

They cannot fave in dang❜rous Times,
nor timely Help apply.

3 Depriv'd of Breath, to Duft they turn,
and there neglected lie;

And all their Thoughts and vain Designs together with them die.

4 Then happy he, who Jacob's God for his Protector takes ;

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Who ftill, with well-plac'd Hope, the Lord his conftant Refuge makes.

The God that does in Sion dwell,

is our eternal King:

From Age to Age his Reign endures,

let all his Praises fing.

PSALM

CXLVII.

Praise the Lord with Hymns of Joy,

and celebrate his Fame!

For pleasant, good, and comely 'tis to praise his holy Name.

2 He kindly heals the broken Hearts, and all their Wounds doth close; He tells the Number of the Stars, their fev'ral Names he knows. Great is the Lord, and great his Pow'r,

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his Wifdom has no Bound: The Meek he raifes, and throws down

the Wicked to the Ground.

4 To God, the Lord, a Hymn of Praise with grateful Voices fing:

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To Songs of Triumph tune the Harp, and ftrike each warbling String.

YE boundless Realms of Joy,
Exalt your Maker's Fame;

His Praise your Song employ
Above the starry Frame;

Your Voices raise,
Ye Cherubim

And Seraphim,

To fing his Praife.

2 Thou Moon, that rul'ft the Night,
And Sun that guid❜ft the Day;
Ye glitt'ring Stars of Light,
To him your Homage pay:
His Praise declare,

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Ye Heav'ns above,
And Clouds that move.

In liquid Air,

Let them adore the Lord,
And praise his holy Name,

By whofe almighty Word
They all from Nothing came:
And all fhall laft
From Changes free;
His firm Decree

Stands ever faft.

4 United Zeal be shown,
His wond'rous Fame to raise,
Whose glorious Name alone
Deferves our endless Praise.
Earth's utmoft Ends
His Pow'r obey:
His glorious Sway
The Sky tranfcends.

5 His chofen Saints to grace,
He fets them up on high,
And favours Ifr'el's Race,
Who ftill to him are nigh.
O therefore raise
Your grateful Voice,
And ftill rejoice
The Lord to praise.

1 Praise the Lord in that bleft Place, from whence his Goodness largely flows: Praise him in Heav'n, where he his Face unveil'd in perfect Glory fhows.

2 Praise him for all the mighty Acts,
which he in our Behalf hath done;
His Kindnefs this Return exacts,

with which our Praise should equal run.
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3 Let