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PSALM 145. Second Part. C.M.
The goodness of God.

1	SWEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,    My God, my heav'nly King: Let age to age thy righteousness    In sounds of glory sing.
2	God reigns on high, but not confines    His goodness to the skies; Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines,    And ev'ry want supplies.
3	With longing eyes thy creatures wait    On thee for daily food; Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat,    And fills their mouths with good.
4	How kind are thy compassions, Lord!    How slow thine anger moves! But soon he sends his pard'ning word    To cheer the souls he loves.
5	Creatures, with all their endless race,    Thy pow'r and praise proclaim; But saints that taste thy richer grace,    Delight to bless thy name.

PSALM 145. Third Part. C.M.
The mercy of God.

1	LET ev'ry tongue thy mercy speak,    Thou sovereign Lord of all; Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak,    And raise the poor that fall.
2	When sorrow bows the spirit down,    Or virtue lies distrest Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,    Thou giv'st the mourners rest.
3	The Lord supports our sinking days,    And guides our giddy youth:

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PSALM 145. Third Part. C.M.
The mercy of God. (cont.)

3	Holy and just are all his ways,    And all his words are truth.
4	He knows the pain his servants feel;    He hears his children cry; And their best wishes to fulfil,    His grace is ever nigh.
5	His mercy never shall remove    From men of heart sincere: He saves the souls, whose humble love    Is join'd with holy fear.
6	His stubborn foes, his sword shall slay,    And pierce their hearts with pain; But none, that serve the Lord, shall say,    "They sought his aid in vain."
7	My lips shall dwell upon his praise,    And spread his fame abroad: Let all the sons of Adam raise    The honours of their God.

PSALM 146. First Part. L.M.
Praise to God for his goodness and truth.

1	PRAISE ye the Lord: my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine; Now while the flesh is my abode, And when my soul ascends to God.
2	Praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs, While immortality endures; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last.
3	Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r, And thoughts all vanish in an hour.
4	Happy the man, whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky,