4 When I behold them press'd with grief,
I'll cry to heav'n for their relief;

-And, by my warm petitions, prove
How much I prize their faithful love.

PSALM 142. C. M. Isle of Wight. [b]
GOD the Hope of the Helpless.

1 To God I made my sorrows known,
From God I sought relief;

In long complaints, before his throne,
I pour'd out all my grief.

p 2 My soal was overwhelm'd with woes,
My heart began to break;
My God, who all my burden knows,
He knows the way I take.

3 On ev'ry side I cast mine eye,
And found my helpers gone;
While friends and strangers past me by, ·
Neglected and unknown.

。 4 Then did I raise a louder cry,
And call'd thy mercy near;

d "Thou art my portion when I die,"Be thou my refuge here."

e 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, Now let thine ear attend;

And make my foes, who vex me, know
I've an Almighty Friend.

6 From my sad prison set me free,
Then shall I praise thy name;
And holy men shall join with me,
Thy kindness to proclaim.

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PSALM 143. L. M. Geneva. [b]
Complaint and Hope.

My righteous Judge, my gracious God,
m my hands abroad,

And cry for succour from thy throne;
O make thy truth and mercy known.
e 2 [Let judgment not against me pass;
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace:
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there.

3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burden me; Down to the dust my life is brought, Like one long buried and forgot.] p 4 Idwell in darkness and unseen, My heart is desolate within:

My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. -5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope, To bear my sinking spirits up;

I stretch my hand to God again,

And thirst like parched lands for rain. e 6 [For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn; When will thy smiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove? And God forever hide his love?] p 7 My God, thy long delay to save Will sink thy pris'ner to the grave: My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye, -Make haste to help-before I die. p 8 [The night is witness to my tears; Distressing pains, distressing fears! -O might I hear thy morning voice, How would my weary soul rejoice!] 9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,And lift my weary soul on high: For thee sit waiting all the day,And wear the tiresome hours away.

10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show, Which is the path my feet should go; If snares and foes beset the road, o I flee to hide me near my God. -11 Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heav'nly hill; Let the good Spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above.

[12 Then shall my soul no more complain;
The tempter then shall rage in vain:
And flesh, that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more.]

PSALM 144. C. M. FIRST PART. Bedford. [*] V. 1, 2.-Aid and Victory in Spiritual Warfare. 1 OR ever blessed be the Lord,

My Saviour and my Shield;

He sends his Spirit with his word,
To arm me for the field.

2 When sin and hell their force unite,
He makes my soul his care;
Instructs me to the heav'nly fight,
And guards me through the war.
3 A Friend and Helper, so divine,
Doth my weak courage raise:
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine;
And his shall be the praise.

C. M. SECOND PART. Reading. [b]

V. 3, 4, 5, 6.—Vanity of Man, and Condescension of Gov.

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LORD, what is man, poor feeble man,

of the earth

His life a shadow, light and vain,
Still hasting to the dust!

2 O what is feeble dying man,
Or any of his race,

-That God should make it his concern,

To visit him with grace!

g 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down!
Who shakes the worlds above!

And mountains tremble at his frown-
How wondrous is his love!

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V. 12-15.-The Happy City and Nation. [APPY the city, where their sons, Like pillars round a palace set; And daughters, bright as polish'd stones, Give strength and beauty to the state. 2 Happy the country, where the sheep, Cattle, and corn, have large increase; Where men securely work or sleep, Nor sons of plunder break their peace. 3 Happy the nation thus endow'd; But more divinely blest are those,

On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself, with all his grace, bestows.

PSALM 145. L.M. Green's. Nantwich. [*]

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The Greatness of GOD.

M'shall fill the remnant of my days;

Y God, my King, thy various praise,

Thy grace employ my humble tongue, 'Till death and glory raise the song. u 2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And ev'ry setting sun shall see

New works of duty, done for thee. -3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows an endless stream: Thy mercy swift; thine anger slow,e But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

g 4 Thy works with sov'reign glory shine,
And speak thy majesty Divine:
Let ev'ry realm with joy proclaim
The sound and honour of thy name.
o 5 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labour of their tongue.
e 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
-Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds:
g Vast-and unsearchable thy ways,
Vast and immortal be thy praise.

C. M. FIRST PART. Barby. Mitcham. [*]
Ver. 1-7, 11-13.-The Greatness of GOD.

0 1 ONG as I live I'll bless thy name,

LONG

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My work and joy shall be the same,

In the bright world above.

-2 Great is the Lord; his pow'r unknown;
And let his praise be great:

I'll sing the honours of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

o 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;
And while my lips rejoice,

The men, who hear my sacred song,
Shall join their cheerful voice.

-4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy Name,
And children learn thy ways;

• Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise.

u 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date
Shall through the world be known;
Thine arm of pow'r, thine heav'nly state,
With public splendor shown.

g 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands;
Thy saints are rul❜d by love:
And thine eternal kingdom stands,-
Though rocks and hills remove.

C. M. SECOND PART. Swanwick. [*]
Ver. 7, &c.-The Goodness of GOD.

o 1 WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
My God, my heav'nly King;

Let age to age thy righteousness,
In sounds of glory sing.

-2 God reigns on high; but ne'er confines
His goodness to the skies:

o Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines, And ev'ry want supplies.

e 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food;

o Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, And fills their mouth with good.

e 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves!

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o But soon he sends his pard'ning word,
To cheer the souls he loves.

• 5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
But saints, who taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.

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C. M. THIRD PART. Sunday. [*]
Ver. 14-17, &c.-Mercy to Sufferers.
ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak,
LA Thou sov'reign Lord of all!