Swiss Tune. 45 f1 8.8.8.8.8.8. PSALM CXlvi. 1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath; And when my voice is lost in death, mf 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely And earth and seas, with all their train: 3 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the labouring conscience peace : He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release. f 4 I'll praise Him while He lends me breath; Praise shall employ my nobler powers: I. Watts. How unsearchable are His judgments.-ROM. xi. 33. 1L° In vain would wing her flight sublime, To find creation's utmost bound. 2 But weaker yet that thought must prove 3 When my dim reason would demand 5 Be this my joy, that evermore Thou rulest all things at Thy will; |