35 C. M. Lord, thou hast searched me, etc. Psalm 139:1.

Lord, all I am is known to thee; In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, or to flee The notice of thine eye.

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2 Thy all-observing eye surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, The secrets of my breast.

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3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord, Before they're formed within, And ere my lips pronounce the word, Thou knowest all I mean.

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4 O let thine arms surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love.

O God, we praise thee, and confess That thou the only Lord And everlasting Father art, By all the earth adored.

2 To thee all angels cry aloud, To thee the powers on high, Both cherubim and seraphim, Continually do cry--

3 O holy, holy, holy Lord, When heavenly hosts obey; The world is with the glory filled Of thy majestic sway.

4 The apostles' glorious company, The prophets crowned with light, With all the martyrs' noble host, Thy constant praise recite.

5 The holy Church, throughout the world, O Lord, confesses thee, That thou th' eternal Father art Of boundless majesty.

37 C. M. His praise endureth for ever. Psalm 111:10.

Songs of immortal praise belong To my Almighty God; He has my heart, and he my tongue, To spread his name abroad.

2 How great the works his hand has wrought; How glorious in our sight; And men in every age have sought His wonders with delight.

3 How most exact is nature's frame, How wise the Eternal mind; His counsels never change the scheme That his first thoughts designed.

4 When he redeemed his chosen sons, He fixed his covenant sure; The orders that his lips pronounce To endless years endure.

38 C. M. O God, my heart is fixed. Psalm 57:7.

O God! my heart is fully bent To magnify thy name; My tongue, with cheerful songs of praise, Shall celebrate thy fame.

2 Be thou, O God! exalted high Above the starry frame; And let the world, with one consent Confess thy glorious name.

Great God! how infinite art thou, What worthless worms are we; Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee.

2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made: Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead.

3 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares; While thine eternal thoughts move on Thine undisturbed affairs.