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Lift your voice, and joyful fing Praises to your heavenly King. Wide and far his gifts extend, And his goodness knows no end.

CCXXVII. PSALM CXXXVI. P. M. WATTS.

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NIVE thanks to God moft high,
The univerfal Lord;

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The fovereign King of kings,

And be his grace adored.

His power and grace

Are ftill the fame;
And to his name

Be endless praise.

How mighty is his hand! What wonders hath he done! He formed the earth and feas, And spread the heavenly zone. Thy hand, O Lord,

In all we fee;

And ever be

Thy name adored.

He fixed yon wonderous fun
To crown the day with light;
The moon with all her train
To cheer the darkfome night.
His power and grace
Thro' nature reach,
To all they teach
Their Maker's praife.

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He faw the nations lie

All perishing in fin,

And pitied the sad state

The ruined world was in.
Thy mercy, Lord,
No limit knows ;
To heal our woes
Thou fent thy word.

He fent his only Son
From mifery to relieve,
From error, fin, and death

Poor wretched man retrieve.

His power and grace

To man abound:

Let man refound

His Saviour's praise.

Give thanks aloud to God, To God the heavenly King; And let the grateful earth His works and glories fing. Thy wisdom, Lord,

To all extends;

Let wifdom's friends
Thy praise record.

CCXXVIII. PSALM CXXXVI. L.M. WATTS.

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IVE to our God immortal praise;
Goodness and truth are all his ways;

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Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his goodness in your fong.

Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown;
His glory ever shall endure

When lords and kings are known no more.

He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fixed the ftarry lights on high: Wisdom and power to God belong, Proclaim his wisdom in your fong.

He gave the fun to fhed his light, He gave the moon to cheer the night: His kindness ever shall endure,

When funs and moons fhall fhine no more.

He fent his Son with power to fave From fin, and error, and the grave: Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your fong.

Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly feat:

His mercies ever fhall endure,

When this vain world fhall be no more.

CCXXIX. PSALM CXXXVIII. L.M. WATTS.

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ITH all my powers of heart and tongue
I'll praise my Maker in my fong;

With holy zeal direct my eyes

To him, who rules above the skies.
The God of heaven, fupremely great,
Frowns on the proud in all their state,

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But looks with a benignant eye,
On humble, modest poverty.

Bleft be thy condefcenfion, Lord,
The tender mercies of thy word
Not all thy works and names below
So much thy glorious nature show.
Amidft a thoufand fnares I ftand
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting foul revive,
And keep my yielding faith alive.

Grace will complete what grace begun, And all thy bleffed will be done;

The work that wisdom undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne'er forfakes.

ccxxx. PSALM CXXXVIII. C. M. STEELE.

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Y Father, Friend, to thee I raise
The lively grateful fong;

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No angel speaks his Maker's praise
With a fincerer tongue.

2 I know that God looks kindly down,
And fmiles on humble fouls;
While, hating pride, his awful frown
The fons of pride controls.

3 Amid the glories of thy name
Thy grace the lovelieft fhines:
Mercy to man thy words proclaim
In everlasting lines.

4 O God, do thou my hopes fulfil,
To thee the work belongs;

May hope of mercy guide me still,
And tune my grateful fongs.

CCXXXI. PSALM CXXXIX. L.M. MERRICK.

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An all-prefent and all-feeing GOD.

Y thee, my God, my thoughts are read; Around my path, around my bed Thou art; and every act and word By thee is feen, by thee is heard.

Where shall I fhun thy wakeful
Or whither from thy prefence fly?
If up to heaven my course I bear,
In all thy glory thou art there :

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prone to hell my feet defcend,
Thy terrors o'er my head impend:
If on the wings of windsupborn
I feek the regions of the morn;

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Or hafte me to the western steep, Where Eve fits brooding o'er the deep, Thy hand the fugitive shall stay,

Thy word arreft him on his way.

Nor wrapped beneath the thickest veil Of night, fhall I my head conceal; Darkness and light, alike to thee, Thy eye through thickeft night shall fee. 6 If then, my God, I cannot fly From thy all-penetrating eye; Be this my refuge, to fubdue My will to thine, and fear adieu.

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