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My fpirit, in his hands fecure,
Fears no approaching ill;

For, whether waking or afleep,
The LORD is with me ftill.
VI.

I'll daily to th' aftonish'd world,

His wond'rous acts proclaim;
While all with me fhall praises fing,
With me fhall blefs his name.
VII.

At morn, and noon, and night I'll ftill
The growing work purfue;
And him alone will praise, to whom
Eternal praife, is due.

PSALM CXLVII.

An Evening Pfalm.

Common Metre.

I.

NDULGENT GOD, whose bount❜ous care
O'er all thy works is fhewn!

IND

Oh! let my grateful pray'r and praise

Afcend before thy throne.

II.

What mercies has this day bestow'd,
How largely haft thou bleft!
My cup with plenty overflow'd,

With chearfulness my breaft.

III.

Now may sweet flumbers close my eyes,
From pain and fickness free;

With gifts his hands are fill'd,
We draw our bleffings thence;
He fhall beftow

On Jacob's race
Peculiar grace
And glory too.

VII.

The LORD his people loves;
His hand no good with-holds
From thofe his heart approves,
From pure and pious fouls:
Thrice happy he,

O GOD of hosts,
Whofe fpirit trusts
Alone in thee.

FA

PSALM CXLIX.

Univerfal Prayer.

Common Metre.

I.

ATHER of all! in ev'ry age,
In ev'ry clime ador'd,

By faint, by favage, and by fage,
JEHOVAH, JOVE, or LORD!

II.

What confcience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do,

This, teach me more than hell to fhun,
That, more than heav'n pursue.

III.

What bleffings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not caft away;

For GOD is paid when man receives, T' enjoy is to obey.

IV.

Yet not to earth's contracted fpan
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee LORD alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round.

V.

Let not this weak unknowing hand
Prefume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land,
On each I judge thy foe.

VI.

If I am right, O teach my heart
Still in the right to ftay;

If I am wrong, thy grace impart
To find that better way.

VII.

Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,

At ought thy wisdom has denied,
Or ought thy goodness lent.

VIII.

Teach me to feel another's woe;

To hide the fault I fee; That mercy I to others fhow, That mercy fhow to me.

IX.

Mean tho' I am, not wholly fo, Since quicken'd by thy breath: Oh lead me wherefoe'er I go, Thro' this day's life or death.