Thy thoughts of love to me surmount 7 I could survey the ocean o'er, And count each sand that makes the shore, 8 These on my heart are still impress'd; L. M. THIRD PART. Bath. [*] Sincerity professed, and Grace tried. 1M whats men transgress thy will! Y God, what inward grief I feel, I mourn to hear their lips profane, e 3 Lord search my soul, try ev'ry tho't: I beg the trial of thine eyes. 4 Doth secret mischief lurk within? C. M. FIRST PART. Wantage. [b] • 1 IN all my vast concerns with thee, In vain my soul would try, To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee 2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My public walks, my private ways, -3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 4 O wond'rous knowledge, deep and high! o 5 So let thy grace surround me still, To guard my soul from ev'ry ill, PAUSE. Windsor. a 6 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire, In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,- e 7 Should I suppress my vital breath, o Thy voice could break the bars of death, Ånd make the grave resign. -8 If wing'd with beams of morning light, Thy hand, which must support my flight, 9 If o'er my sins I think to draw The curtains of the night; o Those flaming eyes that guard thy law, Would turn the shades to light. g 10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee: e O may I ne'er provoke that Pow'r, From which I cannot flee. 1 C. M. SECOND PART. Colchester. [*] WHE And all my frame survey, Thus built my humble clay. 2 Thy hand my heart and reins possest, Thy wisdom all my features trac'd, 3 Thine eye with nicest care survey'd The growth of ev'ry part; 'Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid, Was copied by thy art. • 4 Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire and wind, Shew me thy wondrous skill; e But I review myself and find Diviner wonders still. g 5 Thy awful glories round me shine, C. M. THIRD PART. York. [*] 1 LORD, when I count thy mercies o'er, They strike me with surprise; • Not all the sands that spread the shore To equal numbers rise. e 2 My flesh with fear and wonder standsThe product of thy skill; o 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 O may the hour that ends my sleep, Still find my thoughts with thee. PSALM 141. L. M. Worship. Dresden. [*] Ver. 2, 3, 4, 5.-Watchfulness and Brotherly Love. Y God accept my early vows, 1 M'Like morning incense in thy house; And let my nightly worship rise, Sweet as the ev'ning sacrifice. e 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, Nor let my feet incline to tread e 4 When I behold them press'd with grief, 1 C. M. PSALM 142. C. M. Isle of Wight. [b] God the Hope of the Helpless. O God I made my sorrows known, In long complaints, before his throne, p 2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes, 3 On ev'ry side I cast mine eye, • 4 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 6 From my sad prison set me free, a 1 PSALM 143. L. M. Geneva. [b] My a my hands abroad, Y righteous Judge, my gracious God, And cry for succour from thy throne; 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see p 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen, My thoughts in musing silence trace -5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope, p 7 My God, thy long delay to save p 8 [The night is witness to my tears; 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show, o I flee to hide me near my God. -11 Teach me to do thy holy will, [12 Then shall my soul no more complain; |