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PSALM L.

The Divine Mercy.

Long Metre.

I.

Y foul infpir'd with facred love, GOD's holy name for ever bless, Of all his favours mindful prove, And still thy grateful thanks exprefs.

II.

'Tis he who all thy fins forgives, And after fickness makes thee found; From danger he thy life retrieves,

By him with grace and

III.

mercy crown'd.

The LORD abounds with tender love,

And unexampled acts of

grace;

His waken'd wrath doth flowly move,

His willing mercy flies

IV.

a pace.

As high as heav'n its arch extends,
Above this little spot of clay;

So much his boundless grace tranfcends
The beft obedience we can pay.

V.

Let ev'ry creature join and bless

The mighty LORD: and thou my heart,

With grateful joy thy fongs exprefs,

And in this confort bear thy part.

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BLESS the LORD our fouls,

Let all within us join,

And aid our tongues to blefs his name,
Whofe favours are divine.

II.

O blefs the LORD my foul,
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.

III.

'Tis he forgives our fins;

'Tis he relieves our pain; 'Tis he that heals our ficknesses; And makes us young again.

VI.

He crowns our lives with love;

When ranfom'd from the grave;

He that redeems our fouls from death,
Hath fov'reign pow'r to fave.

V.

He fills the poor with good;

He gives the fuff'rers reft:

The LORD hath judgments for the proud, And justice for th' oppreft.

VI.

His wond'rous works and ways,

He made by Mofes known:

But fent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved fon.

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GOD will not always chide;

And when his ftrokes are felt,

His Strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt.

III.

High as the heav'ns are rais'd'
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.

IV.

His pow'r fubdues our fins,

And his forgiving love,

Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.

V.

The pity of the LORD

To thofe that fear his name, Is fuch as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame.

VI.

He knows we are but dust,

Scatter'd with ev'ry breath;

His anger like a rising wind

Can fend us fwift to death.

VII.

Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning-flow't;

If one sharp blast sweeps o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.

VIII.

But thy compaffions, LORD,
To endless years endure;
And childrens children ever find
Thy words of promise fure.

PSALM LIII. Divine Providence.

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Long Metre.

I.

HRO' all the various fhifting scene
Of life's mistaken ill or good;

Thy hand, O GOD, conducts unseen,
The beautiful viciffitude.

II.

Thou portion'ft with paternal care,
How e'er unjustly we complain,
To each their neceffary fhare

Of joy and forrow, health and pain.

III.

All things on earth, and all in heav'n
Ön thine eternal will depend;

And all for greater good were given,
Would man purfue th' appointed end.
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Indiff'rent let our wifhes be:

Paffion be calm, and dumb be pride,

And fix'd our fouls O GOD on thee.

PSALM LIV.

The Perfections and Providence of GOD

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Long Metre.

I.

IGH in the Heav'ns, eternal GOD, Thy goodness in full glory fhines; Thy truth fhall break thro' ev'ry cloud, Which veils and darkens thy defigns.

II.

For ever firm thy juflice stands,
As mountains their foundation's keep;
Wife are the wonders of thy hands,
Thy judgments are a mighty deep."

III.

Thy providence is kind and large;
Both man and beaft thy bounty fhare;
The whole creation is thy charge;
The good are thy peculiar care.

IV.

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O GOD, how excellent thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort fprings;

The fons of Adam in diftrefs

Fly to the fhadow of thy wings.

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