Thy prefence yields a kind relief,
Thy word directs my doubtful way.
5 Tho' I walk thro' the gloomy vale
Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope shall never fail,
For God my fhepherd's with me there.
6 Surely the mercies of the Lord
Attend his houshold all their days;
With them I'll dwell to hear his word,
To feek his face and fing his praise.
Perfections, providence, and grace of God.
1 HIGH in the heavens, eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory fhines;
Thy truth fhall break thro' every cloud
That veils and darkens thy designs.
2 For ever firm thy juftice ftands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wife are the wonders of thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
3 Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beaft thy bounty fhare;
The whole creation is thy charge,
Thy faints are thy peculiar care.
4 O God, how excellent thy grace!
Thence all our hope and comfort springs;
In fear, in trouble, and distress,
We'll seek the fhadow of thy wings. W.
I SHEW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting finner live;
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not the contrite hope in thee?
2 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the facrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for facrifice.
3 Oh cleanse this guilty foul of mine,
And free me from the bonds of fin;
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Then fhall thy love inspire my tongue, Salvation shall exalt my fong,
And all my powers fhall join to bless
The Lord, my ftrength and righteousness. W.
1 O THOU that hear'ft when finners cry,
Tho' all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.
2 Tho' I have oft forgot thee, Lord,
Thy help and comfort ftill afford;
And hear while, at thine awful throne
I plead thy promise by thy fon.
3 Make me and keep me pure
Form my whole foul averfe to fin;
May thy good spirit ne'er depart;
Still let thy prefence cheer my heart.
4 I cannot live without thy light,
Caft out and banish'd from thy fight:
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
Mercy and truth of God.
1 BE thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heavens where angels dwell;
Thy power on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
2 My heart is fix'd; my fong fhall raise
Unceafing honours to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to found his praise,
My tongue, the glory of my frame.
3 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,
Tho' lower worlds diffolve and die.
4 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heavens where angels dwell;
Thy power on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
I MY fpirit looks to God alone;
My rock and refuge is his throne;
In all my fears, in all my ftraits,
My foul for his falvation waits.
2 Truft him, ye faints, in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before his face :
Tho' friends forfake and foes invade,.
God is our all-fufficient aid:
3 Make not increasing gold your trust,
Nor fet your hearts on glittering duft;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God hath spoke?
4 Once hath his awful voice declar'd, Once and again our ears have heard, All praise is his eternal due;
He must be fear'd and trusted too.
5 For 'tis not power that reigns alone,
Grace guides the counfels of his throne:
And grace and juftice fhall difpenfe
To all a righteous recompenfe.
Goodness, patience, and justice of God.
1 WE bless the Lord, the juft, the good, Who fills our hearts with joy and food;
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