SEVENTH PART.

1 WITH my whole heart to God I call'd;
LORD, hear my earnest cry;
And I Thy statutes to perform
Will all my care apply.

2 My earlier prayer the dawning day
Prevented, while I cried

To Him, on whose engaging word
My hope alone relied.

3 LORD, hear my supplicating voice,
And wonted favour shew;

O quicken me, and so approve
Thy judgment ever true.

PSALM CXXX. (s. M.)

1 From lowest depths of woe
To God I sent my cry;
LORD, hear my supplicating voice,
And graciously reply.

2 Should'st Thou severely judge,
Who can the trial bear;

But Thou forgiv'st lest we despond,
And quite renounce Thy fear.

3 My soul with patience waits
For Thee, the living LORD;

My hopes are on Thy promise built,
Thy never-failing word,

PSALM CXXXIV. (c. m.)

1 BLESS God, ye servants that attend
Upon His solemn state;

That in His temple, night by night,
With humble rev'rence wait;

2 Within this house lift up your hands, And bless His holy name;

From Sion bless thy Israel, LORD, Who heav'n and earth didst frame. 3 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore.

PSALM CXXXV. (c. m.)

1 O PRAISE the LORD, with one consent
And magnify His name;
Let all the servants of the LORD
His worthy praise proclaim.

2 Praise Him all ye that in His house
Attend with constant care;
With those that to His utmost courts
With humble zeal repair.

PSALM CXXXVI. (P. M.)

1 To God, the mighty LORD,
Your joyful thanks repeat:
To Him due praise afford,
As good as He is great.
For God does

prove

Our constant friend,

His boundless love

Shall never end.

2 By His almighty hand
Amazing works are wrought;
The heavens by His command
Were to perfection brought.
For God, &c.

3 Thro' heav'n He did display
His num'rous hosts of light;
The sun to rule by day,
The moon and stars by night.
For God, &c.

PSALM CXXXVIII. (c. m.)

1 With my whole heart, my God and King,
Thy praise I will proclaim;
Before the gods with joy I'll sing,
And bless Thy holy name.

2 I'll worship at Thy sacred seat;
And, with Thy love inspir'd,
The praises of Thy truth repeat,
O'er all Thy works admir'd.

PSALM CXXXIX. (L. M.)

FIRST PART.

1,2 THOU, LORD, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down;

My secret thoughts are known to Thee,
Known long before conceiv'd by me.

3 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts and private ways;
Thou know'st what 't is my lips would vent,
My yet unutter'd words' intent.

3 Surrounded by Thy pow'r I stand,
On ev'ry side I find Thy hand;
O skill, for human reach too high!
Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!

SECOND PART.

1 WHERE, LORD, could I Thy influence shun? Or whither from Thy presence run? If up to heav'n I take my flight,

'Tis there Thou dwell'st enthron'd in light:

2 Or should I try to shun Thy sight
Beneath the sable wings of night:
One glance from Thee, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.

3 The veil of night is no disguise,

No screen from Thy all-searching eyes: Thro' midnight shades Thou find'st Thy way, As in the blazing noon of day.

THIRD PART.

1 I'LL praise Thee, from whose hands I came, A work of such a curious frame;

The wonders Thou in me hast shown,
My soul with grateful joy must own.

2 Let me acknowledge too, O God,
That, since this maze of life I trod,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
The pow'r of numbers to recount.

3 Far sooner could I reckon o'er
The sands upon the ocean's shore;
Each morn revising what I've done,
I find th' account but new begun.

PSALM CXLI. (c. m.)

1 To Thee, O LORD, my cries ascend; O haste to my relief;

And with accustom'd pity hear
The accents of my grief.

2 Instead of off'rings, let my pray'r
Like morning incense rise;
My lifted hands supply the place
Of ev'ning sacrifice.

3 O LORD, to Thee I still direct
My supplicating eyes :
Oh, leave not destitute my soul,
Whose trust on Thee relies.

PSALM CXLII. (s. M.)

1 To God with mournful voice
In deep distress I pray'd;

Made Him the umpire of my cause,
My wrongs before Him laid.

2 To God at last I pray'd,

Thou, LORD, my refuge art;
My portion in the land of life,
Till life itself depart.