Psalm 139:6. 14 17 18. Third Part. C. M. The mercies of God innumerable. An evening psalm. 1 Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er, They strike me with surprise; Not all the sands that spread the shore To equal numbers rise. 2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands, The product of thy skill, And hourly blessings from thy hands, Thy thoughts of love reveal. 3 These on my heart by night I keep; How kind, how dear to me! O may the hour that ends my sleep Still find my thoughts with thee. Psalm 141. 2-5. Watchfulness, and brotherly reproof. A morning or evening psalm. 1 My God, accept my early vows, Like morning incense in thine house, And let my nightly worship rise Sweet as the evening sacrifice. 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, From every 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 wandering 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 heaven for their relief; And by my warm petitions prove how much I prize their faithful love. Psalm 142. 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; My God, who all my burdens knows, He knows the way I take. 3 On every side I cast mine eye, And found my helpers gone, While friends and strangers pass'd me by Neglected or unknown. 4 Then did I raise a louder cry, And call'd thy mercy near, "Thou art my portion when I die, "Be thou my refuge here." 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, Now let thine ear attend, And make my foes who vex me know I've an almighty Friend. 6 From my sad prison set me free, Then shall I praise thy Name, And holy men shall join with me Thy kindness to proclaim. Psalm 143. Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body. 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear when I spread my hands abroad And cry for succour from thy throne, O make thy truth and mercy known. 2 Let judgment not against me pass; Behold thy servant pleads thy grace: Should justice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burden me; Down to the dust my life is brought, Like one long bury'd and forgot. 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen, My heart is desolate within; My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. 5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope To bear my sinking spirits up; I stretch my hands to God again, And thirst like parched lands for rain. 6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn; When will thy smiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove? And God for ever hide his love? 7 My God, thy long delay to save Will sink thy prisoner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye; Make haste to help before I die.