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thy Name*, because of thy loving-kindness and truth : for thou hast magnified thy Name, and thy word, ăbove all things.

When I called upon thee, thou hearděst me : and endúedst my soul with much strength.

All the kings of the earth shall praíse thee, O Lord : for they have heard the words of thy mouth.

Yea, they shall sing in the ways of the Lord : that great is the glórý of the Lord.

For though the Lord be high*, yét hath he respect unto thě lowly : as for the proud, he beholdeth them afár off.

Though I walk in the midst of trouble, yet shalt thou rèfresh me : thou shalt stretch forth thy hand upon the furiousness of mine enemies *, and thy right hand shall save me.

The Lord shall make good his loving-kindness to. ward me : yea, thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever*; despíse not then the works of thine ówn hands.

THE TWENTY-NINTH DAY.

Morning Prayer.
Psalm cxxxix. Domine, probasti.

TONE 7.

O Lord, thou hast searched me out, and known

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TONE 7.

me : thou knowest my down-sitting, and mine uprising * ; thou understandest my thoughts long before.

Thou art about my páth, and åbout my béd : and spiest out all my ways.

For lo, there is not a word in my tongue : but thou, O Lord, knówest it altogéther.

Thou hast fashioned me běhind and before : and laid thine hand upon me. ,

Such knowledge is too wonderful and excellent for me : I cannot åttain unto it.

Whíther shall I go then from thy Spirit : or whíther shall I go then from thy présence ?

If I climb up into heávěn, thou art there : if I go down to hell, thou art thére also.

If I take the wings of the morning : and remain in the úttermost părts of the sea;

Even thére also shall thy hand lead me : and thy right hand shall hold me.

If I say, Peradventure the darkness shåll cover me : then shall my night be turned to day.

Yea, the darkness is no darkness with thee *, but the night is as clear as the day : the darkness and light to theé åre both alike.

For my reins are thine : thoú hast covered me in my mother's womb.

I will give thanks unto thee *, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made : marvellous are thy works *, and that my soul knoweth right wéll.

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My bónes are not hid from thee : though I be made sécretly, and fashioned běneath in the earth.

Thine eyes did see my substance, yét being impérfect : and in thy book were all my members written;

Which day by day were fashioned : when as yét there wås none of them.

How dear are thy counsels unto me, O God : O how great is thě súm of them.

If I tell them, they are more in number than the sand : when I wake up I am present with theé.

Wilt thou not slay the wicked, O God : depart from me, ye blood-thịrsty men.

For they speak unrighteously against thee : and thine enemies take thị Name in vain.

Do not I hate them, O Lord, that háte theé : and am not I grieved with those that rise up against theé?

Yea, I hate them right sore : éven as though they were mine éněmies.

Try me, O God, and seek the ground of my heart : prove me, and examine my thoughts.

Look well if there be any way of wickedness in me: and lead me in the way everlasting.

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DELIVER me, O Lord, from thě evil man : and presérve me from the wícked man..

Who imagine míschief in their hearts : and stir up strife all the day long.

They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent : ádder's poison is unděr their líps.

Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the ungodly : preserve me from the wicked men*, who are purposed to overthrow my goings. . i .

The proud have laid a snáre for me, and spread a net åbroad with cords : yeá, and set traps in my way.

I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God : heár the voice of my prayers, O Lord.

O Lord God, thou strength of my health : thou hast covered my head in the day of battle. f .

Lét not the ungodly have his děsire, O Lord : let not his mischievous imagination prosper *, lest they be too proud.

Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the head of them : that compåss me åbout.

Let hot burning coals fall upon them : let them be cast into the fire, and into the pit*, that they never rise up ågain.

A man full of words shall not prósper úpon the earth : évil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow

him.

TONE 1.

Súre I am that the Lord will övénge the poor : and maintain the cause of the helpless. · The righteous also shall give thanks unto thy Name : and the just shall continue in thy sight.

PSALM cxli. Domine, clamavi.

TONE 7.

LAND

LORD, I call upon thee *, háste thee unto me : and consíder my voice when I cry unto thee.

Let my prayer be set forth in thy sight as the íncense : and let the lífting up of my hands be an évening sacrifice.

Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth : and keep the door of my líps.

O let not mine heárt be inclined to any evil thing : let me not be occupied in ungodly works with the men that work wickedness *, lest I eat of such things as please thém.

Let the righteous rather smite me friendly : and réprove me.

But let not their precious balms break my head : yea, I will pray yét against their wíckědness.

Let their judges be overthrown in stony places : that they may hear my words, for they are sweét.

Our bones lie scattered before the pit : like as

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