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Art Thou not from everlasting, O Lord my God, mine Holy One?-HAB. i. 12.

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PSALM CXlvi.

1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath;

And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.

mf 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; He made the sky

And earth and seas, with all their train:
His truth for ever stands secure ;
He saves the oppressed, He feeds the poor,
And none shall find His promise vain.

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;
And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.

I. Watts.

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How unsearchable are His judgments.-ROM. xi. 33.
ORD, my weak thought in vain would climb
To search the starry vault profound;

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In vain would wing her flight sublime,

To find creation's utmost bound.

2 But weaker yet that thought must prove
To search Thy great eternal plan,
Thy sovereign counsels, born of love
Long ages ere the world began.

3 When my dim reason would demand
Why that, or this, Thou dost ordain,
By some vast deep I seem to stand,
Whose secrets I must ask in vain.
4 When doubts disturb my troubled breast,
And all is dark as night to me,
Here, as on solid rock, I rest,-
That so it seemeth good to Thee.

5 Be this my joy, that evermore

Thou rulest all things at Thy will;
Thy sovereign wisdom I adore,
And calmly, sweetly, trust Thee still.
Ray Palmer.

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