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PSALM 137. Third Part. S.M.
Love to the church. (cont.)

3	These hands let useful skill forsake,    This voice in silence die.
4	If e'er my heart forget    Her welfare, or her woe, Let ev'ry joy this heart forsake,    And ev'ry grief o'erflow.
5	For her my tears shall fall;    For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be giv'n,    Till toils and cares shall end.
6	Beyond my highest joy    I prize her heav'nlv ways; Her sweet communion, solemn vows,    Her hymns of love and praise.
7	Jesus, thou Friend divine,    Our Saviour, and our King, Thy hand from ev'ry snare and foe    Shall great deliv'rance bring.
8	Sure as thy truth shall last,    To Zion shall be giv'n The brightest glories, earth can yield,    And brighter bliss of heav'n.

PSALM 138. L.M.
Restoring and preserving grace.

1	WITH all my pow'rs of heart and tongue, I'll praise my Maker in my song: Angels shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the song, and join the praise.
2	Angels, that make thy church their care, Shall witness my devotion there; While holy zeal directs mine eyes To thy fair temple in the skies.
3	I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord, I'll sing the wonders of thy word;

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PSALM 138. L.M.
Restoring and preserving grace. (cont.)

3	Not all thy works and names below So much thy pow'r and glory show.
4	To God I cried when troubles rose; He heard me, and subdu'd my foes; He did my rising fears control, And strength diffus'd thro' all my soul.
5	The God of heav'n maintains his state, Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great; But from his throne descends, to see The sons of humble poverty.
6	Amid a thousand snares I stand, Upheld and guarded by thy hand: Thy words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith alive.
7	Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows and from sins: The work, that wisdom undertakes, Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

PSALM 139. First Part. L.M.
The omniscience and omnipresence of God.

1	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.
2	Thine eye my bed and path surveys, My public haunts and private ways; Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent: My yet unutter'd words' intent.
3	Within thy circling pow'r I stand; On ev'ry side I find thy hand: Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God.
4	O! could I so perfidious be, To think of once deserting thee!