THE fpacious firmament on high, With all the wide expanse of sky, Th'unwearied Sun, from day to day, Soon as the ey'ning fhades prevail, Repeats the story of her birth: While all the ftars that round her burn, And fpread the truth from pole to pole. Ancafter. In reason's ear they all rejoice, "The hand that made us is divine." PSALM XIX. St. James's. WHO, Lord, can tell how oft his thoughts From thy commandments stray ? Let no presumptuous fins obtain So fhall I from the great offence Be innocent and free. Then shall my grateful off'rings find Thou art my faviour,-Thou alone, To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, God was, is now, and fhall be One To all eternity. PSALM St. David's.< XXII. THOU, Lord, my God, didst shield from wrongs My helpless infant days, And fince haft been my faithful guide Here, in thy courts, my grateful thanks Before the world to Thee I The vows of my distress. pay O ne'er difdain on lowly minds To caft a gracious eye, Then shall the glad converted world To God their homage pay, And all the nations of the earth One fov'reign Lord obey. And guard me with a watchful eye : When in the fultry glebe I faint, |