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Abundant comfort fhines between,
And thorns are mixed with flowers.

3 In grief and pain thy facred word,
Descending on my foul,
Mild confolation does afford,
And suffering's fenfe controul.
4 And whether earthly good or ill
To me, my God be given,
Still be it mine to meet thy will,
And this my prayer to heaven:
"Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
"From poor repining free;
"The bleffings of thy grace impart,
"And let me live to thee.

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6 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine "My path of life attend;

"Thy prefence through my journey fhine, Thy prefence blefs its end."

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CXLI. PSALM XCII. Long Met. WATTS. On the LORD's Day.

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WEET is the work, my God, my King, Thy glorious praise thro' life to fing, Thy love proclaim with morning's light, And the fame love proclaim at night. 2 Sweet is the day of facred reft, No meaner cares shall seize my breast; Mine the fublimer part fhall be

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To raise my raptured foul to thee.

My heart fhall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word;

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O with what luftre both do fhine!
In both we own the hand divine.

Yet, O my God, I hope to know
More than I e'er can know below,
When every power fhall find employ
In thy eternal world of joy.

CXLII. PSALM XCIII. Prop. Met. WATTS.

The Sovereignty of GOD, and the Impotency of oppofing him.

HE Lord of glory reigns; he reigns on high; His robes of ftate are ftrength and majefty; This wide creation rofe at his command, Built by his word, and stablished by his hand; Long ftood his throne ere he began creation, And his own godhead was the first foundation. 2 God is th' eternal King. Thy foes in vain Raise their rebellions to confound thy reign; In vain the ftorms, in vain the floods arife, And roar, and toss their waves against the skies; Foaming at heaven they rage with wild commotion, But heaven's high arches fcorn the swelling ocean. Ye tempefts rage no more; ye floods be ftill, And the mad world fubmiffive to his will: Built on his truth his church muft ever stand; Firm are his promises, and strong his hand.

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Bleft are his fons, who humbly stand before him,
Bow at his footstool, and with love adore him.

CXLIII. PSALM XCIII. Long Met. STEELE.

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The fame.

HE Lord, the Lord of glory reigns,
In robes of majesty arrayed;

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His rule omnipotence fuftains,

And guides the world his hands have made.

Ere rolling worlds began to move,

Or ere the heavens were ftretched abroad,
Thy awful throne was fixed above;
From everlasting thou art God.

The fwelling floods tumultuous rife,
Aloud the angry tempefts roar,

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Lift their proud billows to the fkies, And foam and lafh the trembling fhore. 4 The Lord, the mighty God, from high Controuls the fiercely raging feas; He speaks! and noife and tempeft fly, The waves fubfide, and all is peace. 5 Thy ways are wife, and juft, and true, Unvarying rectitude is thine;

'Tis ours our paffions to fubdue, And in thy facred image fhine.

CXLIV. PSALM XCIV. Long Met. MERRICK. The Omniscience of GOD awful to Vice.

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ARING in crime the finner cries;

"The deeds of men reach not the fkies; "An idle tale of idle bards!

"For God or fees not, or regards." 2. Ah, not more impious than blind! Reflect, and ask thy better mind: Who knew to plant the ear, fhall he Not hear? who formed the eye, not fee? Shall aught of guilt his fearch evade, The eye of him, who all things made,

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Who formed the human heart and mind,
Who all the will and thought defigned?

O bleft the man, for ever bleft,

Whose humbler heart, by thee impreffed,
Eternal teacher, from thy laws

The leffons of his conduct draws.

Who hopes, all holy as thou art,
Acceptance of his honeft heart;

Nor fears, though thou the doom prepare
For him, whofe crimes thy judgments dare.

CXLV. PSALM XCV. Short Met. WATTS.

GOD to be honoured and obeyed.

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OME, found his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory fing;

Jehovah is the fovereign God,
The universal King.

2 He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the feas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the folid ground.

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Come, worship at his throne,

Come, bow before the Lord;

His work at first, his grace we own,

Redeemed by his word.

Attend upon his voice,

Accept the offered blifs;

Come, like the people of his choice,
And all your hearts be his.

PSALM

CXLVI. PSALM XCV. Com. Met.

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The fame.

OME all who boast the human name,
Of high and low degree,

Your faith in God aloud proclaim,

And this your glory be.

2 Before his throne with reverence bow, Who is creation's King;

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Present the homage which you owe,
Your nobleft tribute bring.

The earth, the feas, the heavens above
His providence sustains;

He rules with all a Father's love,

And every good ordains.

4 If wifdom be your highest aim, If happiness your choice;

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Let God your conftant fervice claim,
In God alone rejoice.

CXLVII. PSALM XCVII. L. M. MERRICK.

Invitation to praise and ferve GOD.

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WITH joyful hearts thy people fing The mercies of th' eternal King, Whose power protects the pious band, Though myriads leagued against them stand. 2 Ye fouls, with love divine impreffed, True to its precepts, fin deteft;

To God and goodness ftill inclined,
In God a certain refuge find.

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