PSALM L.

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.

Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts and private ways;
Thon know'st whate'er my lips would vent,
My yet unutter'd words' intent. --

Surrounded by thy pow'r I stand,
On ev'ry side I feel thy hand :
Wisdom, for human reach too high!
Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!

PSALM LI

O PRAISE the Lord, praise God my soul,
For ever bless his name;

His wond'rous love, while life shall last, ![
My constant praise will claim,

Happy is he, who Jacob's God

For his protector takes;

Who with a well-plac'd hope, the Lord
His constant refuge makes.

The Lord, who made the heav'n and earth,

And all that they contain,

Will never quit his stedfast truth,

Nor make his promise vain,

PSALM LII.

Ye boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's fame;
His praise your song employ,
Above the starry frame.
Your voices raise,

Ye cherubims,

And seraphims,

To sing his praise.

Thou moon that rul'st the night,
And sun that guid'st the day,
Ye glittering stars of light,
To him your homage pay.

His praise declare,

Ye heav'ns above,

And clouds that move,
In liquid air.