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PSALM 139. Fourth Part. L.M.
Grace tried. (cont.)

  3 Lord, search my soul, try ev'ry thought:
Tho' my own heart accuse me not
Of walking in a false disguise;
I beg the trial of thine eyes.
  4 Doth secret mischief lurk within?
Do I indulge some unknown sin?
O turn my feet whene'er I stray!
And lead me in thy perfect way.

PSALM 140. S.M.
A complaint against personal enemies.

  1 MY God, while impious men,
   With malice in their heart,
My peace destroy, my life defame,
   Thy guardian grace impart.
  2 With poison in their lips,
   And with a serpent's tongue,
They sting my fainting soul to death,
   And make my name their song.
  3 Ceaseless they lie in wait
   My footsteps to betray;
They hide their snare, they set their gin,
   Beside my peaceful way.
  4 O hear my humble cry!
   Their fondest hope destroy;
Their arts confound, their plots disclose,
   And blast their envious joy.
  5 On their own heads shall fall
   The mischiefs they devise;
Thy hand shall take them in their net,
   Their slanders, and their lies.
  6 As coals the wood consume,
   As pits receive their slain;
So shall the men of malice sink,
   And never rise again.

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PSALM 140. S.M.
A complaint against personal enemies. (cont.)

  76 The Lord, who hates the proud,
   Shall scorch the sland'rous tongue;
Shall hunt the wicked from the earth,
   And well requite their wrong.
  8 Thou wilt sustain the poor,
   And bid th' afflicted sing;
Before thee, shall thy children dwell,
   Their Father, and their King.

PSALM 141. L.M.
Brotherly reproof. A morning or evening Psalm.

  1 MY God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incense in thy house;
And let my nightly worship rise
Sweet as the ev'ning sacrifice.
  2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From ev'ry rash and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path, where sinners lead.
  3 O may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite and reprove my wand'ring way!
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise but cheer my head.
  4 When I behold them prest with grief,
I'll cry to heav'n for their relief;
And by my warm petitions prove
How much I prize their faithful love.

PSALM 142. C.M.
God is the hope of the helpless.

  1 TO God I made my sorrows known,
   From God I sought relief;
In long complaints before his throne
   I pour'd out all my grief.
  2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes,
   My heart began to break:

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