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 PSALMS of DAVID, 
 
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 Ail Things written in the Lazo of Moses* and 
 the Prophets, and the Psalms, concerning 
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THE 
 
 PSALMS of DAVID, 
 
 IN METRE. 
 
 Psalm r, [C, M.] 
 
 1 "|5 LEST is the man who fnuns the place, 
 JS3 Where fmrsers love to meet ; 
 Who fears to tread their wicked ways, 
 
 And hates the (coffer's feat : 
 
 2 But in the flatutes of the Lord 
 
 Has plac'd his chief delight ; 
 By day he reads cr hears the word, 
 And meditates by night. 
 
 3 £He,fikea plant of gen'rous kind, 
 
 By living waters fet, 
 Saf= from the ftorrns and blading wind, 
 Enjoys a peaceful ftaie,\j 
 
 4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair, 
 
 Shall his profeiiion thine, 
 While fruits ofhoiinefs appear 
 L'ke c-uilers on the vine. 
 j Not (o the impious and unjufr ; 
 What vain defigns they form ! 
 T eit hopes are blown away iske dud, 
 Or chaff before the ftortn. 
 
 -rs in judgment fhaU not (land 
 An-or^ii the foes of grace, 
 
 ; Chiifr. the juo\;e, at his right hand, 
 j^^uc-ints his (aims a place. 
 
PSALM I. 
 
 7 His eye beholds the path they tread ; 
 His heart approves it weli : 
 But crocked W2ys of Tinners lead 
 Down to the gates of belt. 
 
 Psalm i. [S. M.] 
 
 1 r ~V^' HE man is ever bled 
 
 JL Who fhuns the finner's ways, 
 Among!} their counfels never Hands, 
 Nor takes the fcorner's place : 
 
 2 But makes the law of God 
 
 His (ludy and de! ght, 
 Amid ft the labors of the day 
 
 And watches of the night. 
 5 He like a tr?e fhall thrive, 
 
 With waters neat the root ; 
 Preth as the leaf his name fhall live ; 
 
 His works are heav'nly fruit. 
 
 4 Not fo th' ungodly race, 
 
 They no fuch blefiinfcs find : 
 Their hopes fhall flee like empty chaff 
 Before the driving wind. 
 
 5 How will they bear to ftand 
 
 Before the judgment feat, 
 Where a'l the faints at ChriiVs right hand 
 In full afTembly meet? 
 
 6 He kno.vs and he approves 
 
 The way the righteous go ; 
 But linnets, and their works fhall meet 
 A dreadful overthrow. 
 
PSALM IU 5 
 
 Psalm i. [L. M.] ^ 
 APPY the man whofe cautious feet 
 Shun the broad way that (inners go, 
 Who hates the place where atheifts meet, 
 And fears to talk as fcofFers do. 
 He loves t' employ his morning light 
 Amcngd the (latutes of the Lord, 
 And fpends the wakeful hours of night, 
 With pieafure pond'ring o'er his word* 
 He, like a plant by gentle {{reams, 
 Shall fiouriih in immortal green : 
 And Heav'n will fhine with kindeft beams 
 On ev'ry work his hands begin. 
 But finners find their counfels crofl ; 
 As chaff before the tempeft flies, 
 So fnali their hopes be blown and loft, 
 When the lad trumpet makes the Ikies. 
 In vain the rebel feeks to (land 
 In judgment with the pious race ; 
 The dreadful judge, with flern command? 
 Divides h ; ra to' a difF'ren^ place. 
 ' Straight is the way my faints have trod, 
 ' I bleft the paih, and drew it plain : 
 
 * But you would choofe the crooked rgad, 
 
 * And down it leads to endlefs pain.' 
 
 Fsalm 2. [S. M ] Atfs 4. 24, &c. 
 
 AKER and fev'reign Lord 
 Of heav'n, and eaiih, and feas, 
 
 A 2 
 
6 PSALM H. 
 
 Thy providence confirms thy word. 
 And anfvvers thy decrees. 
 
 2 The things i'o ion£ foretold 
 
 By David are fuifiii'd ; 
 When jews and Gemi'es join to flay 
 Jeiw, thy hc'y child.] 
 
 3 Why did the Gentiles rage, 
 
 And Jews, with one accord, 
 
 Bend all their counfels to delfroy 
 
 Th* Anointed of the Lord ? 
 
 4 Rulers and kings agree 
 
 To form a vain defign ; 
 A gaictl the Lord their powrs 5 unite, 
 Again!* his Chrifi: they join. 
 
 5 The Lord derides their rage, 
 
 And will fupport his throne; 
 He that hath rais'd him from the dead; 
 Hath own'd him for his Son. 
 
 6 Now he's afcended high, 
 
 And f;flcs to rule the earth ; 
 The merit cf \.h blood he pleads, 
 And pleads his heav'nly birth. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 He afks, and God be (lows 
 
 A i-.r£<? inheritance ; 
 Fai as me world's temotef} ends 
 His kingdom fhall advance. 
 i The nations that re oil, 
 Mufl feel bis iron rod j 
 
PSALM II. 
 
 He'!! vindicate thofe honors well 
 Which he receiv'd from God. 
 
 9 [Be wife, ye rulers, now, 
 
 And woiihlp at his throne ; 
 With trembling joy, ye people, bow 
 To God's exalted Son. 
 
 10 If once his wrath ariie, 
 
 Ye perifh on the place j 
 Then blefed is the foul that files 
 For refuge to his grace. 3 
 
 Psalm 2. [C. M] 
 
 1 "f ^THY did the nations jam to Cl2j 
 
 V V The Lords a.sr inted ion ? 
 Why did they cafr his laws away, 
 And tread his gofpel down f 
 
 2 The Lord that firs above the fides, 
 
 Derides their rage below ; 
 He fpeaks with vengeance in his eyes, 
 And (Irikes their ipirits through. 
 
 3 ' I call him my eternal (bo, 
 
 « And raife him from the dead s 
 
 * I make my holy hill his throne, 
 
 * And wide his kingdom fpread. 
 
 4 s Afk me, my Son, and then enjoy, 
 
 * The utmoft Hea-hen lands s 
 
 * Thy rod of iron fnail dedroy 
 
 * The rebel that withftands.' 
 
 5 Be wife, ye rulers of the earth. 
 
 Obey th' s.nQiatsd Lord | 
 
$ PSALM II. 
 
 Adore the King of heav'nlv birth. 
 
 And tremble at his word. 
 6 With humble love addrefs his throne : 
 
 For if he frown, ve die : 
 Thofe are fecure, and thofe alone, 
 
 Who on his grace rtly. 
 
 Fsalm 2. [L. M ] 
 
 i m \~K'THY did the Jews proclaim their 
 V V rage, 
 
 Tiie Romans why their fwords employ, 
 Againft tiie Lord their pow'rs engage, 
 His dear Anointed to deftroy ? 
 
 $ * Come, let us break his bands,' they fay, 
 
 * This man fhali newer give us laws ;* 
 And thus they caft his yoke away, 
 And nail'd their Monarch to the croft. 
 
 3 But God, who high in glory reigns, 
 Laughs at their pride, their rage controuls ; 
 He'li vex their hearts with inward pains, 
 And fptak in thunder to their fouls, 
 
 4 * I wi'i maintain the King I made, 
 
 * On Z ion's everlasting hill ; 
 
 * My hand lhall bring him from the dead, 
 ' And he (hall ftand your fov'retgo dill. 
 
 5 [His wond'rous riling from tiie earth, 
 Makes his eternal Godhead known : 
 The Lord declares his heav'niy birth, 
 ' This day have I begot my Son. 
 
 6 * Afcend, rj:y Son, to my tight-hand, 
 
PSALM III. 9 
 
 « There thou (halt alk and I befbw 
 e The utmoft bounds of Hea'hen land J 
 « To thee the northern ifl.s (hall bow/] 
 7 But nations that refift his grace, 
 Shall fall beneath his iron (rroke ; 
 His rod fhall crufn his foes with eafe, 
 As potter's earthen work is broke. 
 
 PAUSE, 
 
 S Now, ye who fit on earthly thrones, 
 Be wile, and ferve the Lord the Lamb ; 
 Now at his feet fubrhit your crowns, 
 Rejoice and tremble at his name. 
 
 9 With humble love addrefs the Son, 
 Lefr he grow angry, and ye die ; 
 His wrath wifl burn to worlds unknown, 
 If ye provoke his jealoufy. 
 
 io His dorms fiiall drive you quick to hell 5 
 He is a God, and ye but dull ; 
 Happy the fouls that know him wel! v 
 And make his grace their only truft. 
 
 Psalm 3. [C. M.] 
 
 Y God, how many are my fears i 
 , How fad my fees iocreafe 1 
 Confpiring my eternal death, 
 
 They break my prefent peace. 
 The lying tempter would perfcade 
 
 There's no relief in heav'n, 
 And all my fwelling fins appear 
 Too big to be forgiv'o. 
 
io PSALM III. 
 
 3 But thou, my glory and my tlrength, 
 
 Shalt on the tempter tread ; 
 Shalt filence all my threading guilt, 
 And raife my drooping head. 
 
 4 [I cry'd, and frcm this holy hill 
 
 He bow'd a lifi'ning ear : 
 I cali'd my Father and my God, 
 And he fubdu'd my fear. 
 
 5 He fhed foft limr/cers on -mine eyes, 
 
 In fpite of ail my foes ; 
 I woke and wonder'd at the grace 
 That guarded my repefe.] 
 
 6 What tho' the hods of death and hell 
 
 All arm'd againfi me flood, 
 Terrors no more (hail {hake my foul ; 
 My refuge is my God. 
 
 7 Arife, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, 
 
 While I thy glory fing : 
 My God has moke the ferpent's teeth, 
 And death has loil his Pcing. 
 
 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, 
 
 His aim alone can iave ; 
 Bit flings attend thy peop'e here, 
 And reach beyond the grave. 
 
 Psalm 3. 1—5, 8. [L M] 
 
 I ^fe LORD, how many are my foe?, 
 \J In this weak (ta r e oi flefh and blood ! 
 My peace they daily difcompofe ; 
 
 Hut my defence aad hops :s God, 
 
. PSALM IV. it 
 
 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, 
 To thee I rais'd an evVmg cry ; 
 Thcu heard' (l when I began to pray, 
 And thine Almighty help was nigh. 
 
 3 Supported by thine heav'niy aid, 
 
 I laid me down and flept fecure ; 
 
 Not death ihould make my heart afraid, 
 
 Tho' I mould wake and rife no more. 
 
 4 But God fuftain'd me all the night j 
 Salvation doth to God belong : 
 
 Ke rais'd my head to fee :h~ iijfrif, " 
 And makes his praife my morning fong* 
 
 Psalm 4. 1 — 3, 5 — 7. [L M ] 
 
 1 /"^! GOD of grace and righteoufnefs, 
 \^Jf Hear and auend when I compiaia j 
 Thou had: eniarg'd me in diilrefs, 
 Bow down a gracious ear again. 
 
 2 Ye fons of men, in vain ye try 
 To turn my glory into (hame 5 
 How long will feoffees love to lie, 
 And dare reproach my Savior's name ? 
 
 3 Know that the Lord divides his fonts 
 From all the tribes of men befide j 
 Ke hears the cry of penitents, 
 
 For the dear fake of Chrift that dy'd 9 
 
 4 When our obedient hands have dent 
 A thousand works of F%htebufnefs, 
 We put our truft in God alone, 
 
 And glory in. his pard*r.ing grace* 
 
it PSALM IV. V. 
 
 5 Let the unthinking many fay, 
 
 * Who will beftow fome earthly good ?' 
 But, Lord, thy light and love we pray, 
 Our fouls defire this heav'nly food. 
 
 6 Then mall my cheerful pov/'rs rejoice 
 At grace and favors fo divine ; 
 
 Nor will I change my happy choice, 
 For a!! their corn and all .their wine. 
 
 Psalm 4. 3—5, 8. [C. M] 
 
 C> RD,thou wilt hear me when I pray, 
 
 I am forever thin- 1 ; 
 I fear before thee all the day, 
 Nor would I dare 10 fin. 
 £ And while I reft my weary head, 
 From cares and bus'nefs free, 
 v Tis fweet converfing on my bed 
 With my own heart and thee. 
 
 3 I pay this ev'ning facrifice ; 
 
 And when my work is done, 
 Great God ! my faith and hope relies 
 Upon thy grace alone. 
 
 4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to peace, 
 
 I'll give mine eyes to fl.'ep ; 
 
 Thy hand in fafety keeps my days, 
 
 And will my {lumbers keep. 
 
 Psalm 5. [C. M.] 
 
 1 T" ORD, in the morning thou malt hear 
 & j My voice a'fcending high ; 
 
'PSALM V. 4 
 
 To thee will I direct my pray'r, 
 
 To thee lift up mine eye. 
 Up to the hills where Chrift is gone 
 
 To plead for all his faints, 
 Preferring at his Father's throne 
 
 Our fongs and our complaints, 
 
 QC 
 
 3 Thou art a God, before whofe fi_ 
 
 The wicked (hail not frand ; 
 
 Sinners fliall ne'er be thy delight,, 
 
 Nor dwell at thy right-hand, 
 
 4 But to thy houfe will I reforf ? * 
 
 To tade thy mercies there : 
 I will frequent thine holy court, 
 And worfhip in thy fear. 
 
 5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet 
 
 In ways of righteoufnefs ! 
 Make ev'ry path of duty ftraightj 
 And plain before my face. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 My watchful enemies combine, 
 
 To tempt my feet affray ; 
 They flatter with a bafe defign 
 To make my foul their prey, 
 
 7 Lord, ci'ufti the fecpent in the duft, 
 
 And all his plots deftroy 5 
 While thofe that in thy mercy trull 
 For ever ftioujt for joy. 
 6 The men that love and fear thy nan: 
 Shall fee their hopes fulfiTd \ 
 B 
 
H PSALM VI. 
 
 The nvghty God will compafs cbefli 
 With favor as a fhield. 
 
 Psalm 6. [G. M ] 
 
 j T N anger, Lord, rebuke me not, 
 JL Withdraw the dreadful Storm ; 
 Nor Je* thy fury grow io hoE 
 Againfr a feebie worm. 
 
 2 My foul's bow'd down with heavy cares, 
 
 Myfltfh wi\h pain oppreft ; 
 My couch is witneis to my tears, 
 My tears forbid my reft. 
 
 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days ; 
 
 I wade the night with cries ; 
 Counting the minutes as they pafe, 
 Till the flow morning riiV. 
 
 4 Shall I be ftiii tormented more ? 
 
 My eyes cbnfum'd with grief? 
 How iong, my God, how long before 
 Thine hand afford* relief ? 
 
 5 Ke hears when dufl: and afties fpeak, 
 
 He pities all our groans ; 
 He laves us for his mercy s fake, 
 And heJs our broken bones. 
 
 6 The virue of his fov'rei^n word 
 
 R (tores our fainting brea-h ; 
 For fiUnt graves praife not the Lord, 
 Nor is he known in death. 
 
PSALM VI. VII. 25 
 
 Psalm 6. [L. M.] 
 
 1 T ORD ; I can fuHr thy rebuke, 
 JL-J When thou with kindnefs doth chaf- 
 But thy fierce wrath I cannoi bear, Fti|e 5 
 O let it not agai rift me rife. 
 
 2 Pit) my Sanguining eftate* 
 And eafe the forrows that I fee! ; 
 
 The wounds thy heavy hand hath made, 
 O let thy gentl.r touches heal. 
 
 3 See how I pafs my weary days 
 
 In fighsand groans ; and when 'tis night 
 My bed is water'd with my tears ; 
 My grief confumes and dims my fight. 
 
 4 Look how th# pow'rs of nature mourn I 
 How long, Almighty God, how long? 
 When (hail thine hour of grace return ? 
 When ffiafl I make thy grace my fong I 
 
 5 I fed my firfh fo near the grave, 
 My thoughts are tempted to de(pair ; 
 But graves can never praife the Lord, 
 For all is duft and fi'ence there. 
 
 J> Depart, ye tempttrs, from my foul, 
 And ail defpaiVing thoughts depart % 
 My God, who hears my humble moan, 
 Will eafe my flefh, and cheer my heart. 
 
 Psalm 7. [C. M.] 
 
 Y trufr is in my heav'nly friend % 
 JL My hope in thee, my God ; 
 
16 PSALM VIL 
 
 Rife, and my helplefs life defend 
 From thofe that feek my blood. 
 
 2 With infolence and fury they 
 
 My foul in pieces tear ; 
 As hungry lions rend the prey, 
 When no deleter's near. 
 
 3 If I had e'er provok'd them firft, 
 
 Or once abus'd my foe, 
 Then let him tread my life to dufr, 
 And lay my honor low. 
 4. If there be malice hid in me, 
 (I know thy piercing eyes) 
 I fliould not dare appeal to thee. 
 Nor aftz my God to rife. 
 
 5 Arife, my God, lift up thine hand, 
 
 Their pride and power controul : 
 Awake to judgment, and command 
 Dtliv'rsnce for my foul. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 [Let Gnners and their wicked rage 
 
 Be humbled to the dud : 
 Shai! not the God of tiuth engage 
 To vindicate the jufl ? 
 
 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, 
 
 He will defend th* upright ; 
 His iharpeir arrows he ordains 
 Agamir the fens of fpite. 
 
 8 Fcr me their malice digg'd a pit, 
 
 But there themfelves are call : 
 My God makes all their nr.ifchief light 
 
PSALM VITI. 17 
 
 Qn their own beads at \ai\ ■] 
 9 Thar cruel perfecting race, 
 
 Mud f-e! Ms dreadful -fwor d \ 
 Awake, my foal and prsife the grace 
 And juflice of the Lord. 
 
 Psalm 8 [S. M.] 
 
 1 f~\ LORD, our heaVnly King, 
 V_J^ 1 Thy name is ail dicine: 
 
 Thy glories, round the earth are fpreadj 
 And o'er the heav'ns they (bine. 
 
 2 When to thy works on high 
 I ra-fe my wond'ring eyesj 
 
 And fee ihe moon complete in light- 
 Adorn the darkfome ikies, 
 3' When I furvey the ibis, 
 And a 1 their mining forms ; 
 Lord, what is man ! that worthlefs things 
 A kin to dui\ and worms ? 
 
 4 Lord, what is worth'efs man, 
 Tl.at thou (houldti love him {o ? 
 Next to thine ang-ls is he plac'd, 
 And Lord or all b low. 
 
 5 Th ne honors crown his head, 
 Wbi'-e b.eafts like flaves obey, 
 
 And birds that cut the air With wings s 
 And fifti that e'eave the fea. 
 
 6 How rich thy bounties are 1 
 And wond'rous are thy ways! 
 
 B z 
 
it PS\LMVIII. 
 
 Of dud and worms thy pow'r can frame 
 A monument of praife. 
 
 7 [Cut of tie moiths of babes 
 And fucklin^s thou c^nfl draw 
 Surprifing honors to thy name, 
 And ftrke the world wi'h awe 
 
 8 O Lord, our heavenly King, 
 Thy name is a!l divine ; 
 
 Thy g!otks round the earth are fpread, 
 And o'er the heavens they fhine j 
 
 Psalm 8. [C. M 2 
 
 1 /~\ Lord our God, how wond'reus grc&X 
 \^f Is thine exahed r.ame ! 
 
 The g'ories of thy heav'nly (late, 
 Let men and babes pri-claim. 
 
 2 When i beheld thy works on high, 
 
 The moon that rules the ni^h*, 
 And itars that w?ll adorn the fky» 
 Thofe mr-ving worlds of lij>ht ; s 
 
 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, 
 
 Who dwells fo far below. 
 That -hou. {houldit ->ifit hi>n with grace, 
 And love his nature (o ; 
 
 4 That thine eternal Son fhoula bear 
 
 To take a mortal form, 
 Made lower thai h s angels are, 
 To fave a dying worm ? 
 
 5 [Yet while he hAi on earth, unknown, 
 
 And nun would nat ador;, 
 
PSALM VIII. *$ 
 
 Th' obedient feas and rimes owa 
 H53 Godhead and lis pow'r. 
 
 6 The waves lay fpread beneath his fce% 
 
 And fiih, at his command, 
 Bring their large fhoals to Peter's net* 
 And tribute to his hand. 
 
 7 Thefe lefler glories of the Son 
 
 Shone thro' the flelh'y doud : 
 Now we behold him on his throne, 
 
 And rnen ccnfefs him God*3 
 S Let him be crown'd with majelty, 
 
 Who bow'd his head to death j 
 And be his honors founded hi^h 
 
 By ail things that have breathe 
 9 Jtfus, our Lord, how wond'rcus great 
 
 Is thy exalted name ! 
 The glories of thy heav r n!y (late 
 
 Let the whole earth proclaim. 
 
 Psalm 8. V;r. r, 2, paraphrafed. • 
 Part i, [L. MJ 
 
 1 A LMIGHTY Pvuler of the ikies, 
 jLjl Thro* the wide earth thy name is 
 And thine eternal plories rife £ fpread. 
 O'er all the heav'ns thy hands ha e made* 
 
 2 To thee the voices of the young, 
 A monument of honor raife ; 
 
 And babes with uninflrucled tongue 9 
 Declare the wonders ot thv praife. 
 
 3 Thy. pow'r aflift their tender a^e 
 
so PSALM. VII r. 
 
 To bring proud rebels to the ground j 
 To (Til! the bold bla Timers' tags, 
 And all their po'icies confound. 
 
 4, Children ansidlt thy temple throng, 
 To fee the treat- Redeemer's face ; 
 The Ton of D vd is their frng, 
 And young bofannws MM the place. 
 
 5 The frowfiHyg-fcnbes. and arJg*y prieds, 
 In vain ih ir impious cavi!s brina ; 
 Revenge las filcn: in their brea'ts, 
 While Jewilh babes proclaim their King, 
 
 Psalm 8 Ver. %, &c. paraphrafed. 
 Part 2U (TjL. M J 
 
 'L 
 
 Adam the offspring of t f e cult ! t^rii, 
 That thou fhouidit ft. h m an.i his race 
 But jufr. below an angel's place ; 
 That thou mould ft taife his naure fo $ 
 And make him Lord of ail ^elow ; 
 Make ev'ry bead and bird fubrnit, 
 And Ly the fiiVs at his fea ? 
 But G what bfi hter gkrL-s wait 
 To crown the frcond Adam's (late J 
 What honors ftuil thy Son adorn, 
 Who condtfeended to be born ! 
 See I in below lis angels made, 
 See him in duft an< n.ft tiie dead, 
 To fave a ruin'd v;oild fiom fin : 
 But he Hull reign with pow'r divine*. 
 
PSALM IX, 21 
 
 5 The world to come, redeem °d from ail 
 The mis'ries that attend the fall, 
 New made, and glorious, (hail fubmit 
 At cur exalted Savior's feet, 
 
 Psalm 9. Part T. [C. M.] 
 I "\~KT I r H my whole heart I'll raife my 
 \ V ■ Thy wonders IMS proclaim: [[foagi 
 Thou, fov'reign Judge of right and wrong, 
 Wiil put my foes to (name. 
 % I'll (ing thy majefty and grace : 
 My God prepares his throne, 
 To judge the world in righteoufne&f 
 And make his vengeance known. 
 
 3 Then (hail the Lord a refuge prove. 
 
 For ail the poor oppretr : 
 
 To fave the people of his love, 
 
 And give the weary red. 
 
 4 The men that know thy na«ne will truft _ 
 
 In thine abundant grace, 
 For thou had ne'er forfook the Jcfr, 
 Who humbly fought thy face 
 
 5 Sing praifes to the righteous Lord, 
 
 Who dwells on Zion's hill ; 
 Who executes his threading word* 
 And doth his grace fulfil. 
 
 Psalm 9. Vtr. 12. Part 2. [C. M J 
 I 117 HEN the great judge, Supreme and 
 V V Shall once inquire for blood, [jajl, 
 The humble fouls that me-ura ia duft, 
 
22 PSALM IX. 
 
 Shall find a faithful God. 
 
 2 He from tie dr^ao ,fui n^es of death, 
 
 Does his own children raift ; 
 I D Zion's gates, v.iih c! eerful breath, 
 They fipg 'heir Father's pra-fe, 
 
 3 His foes mail fell, with heed'iefs feet, 
 
 Jr'o the pit they made ; 
 And finners perifh in the net 
 
 That their own hands have fpread. 
 
 4 Thus, by thy j'jdiimr r !«, mighty Gcd, 
 
 Are thy deep couofels known ! 
 When rren of mifcruef are deftroy'd, 
 The fnare cmift be their own. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 The wicked (hall firk down to Hell j 
 
 Thy wrah de-vcur the lands 
 That dare forget thee, or rebel 
 Againf* thy known commands. 
 
 6 Tho" 1 faints to fore diftrefs are brought, 
 
 And wait and long complain, 
 Their cries fnall not be long forgot, 
 Nor {hall tneir hopes be v«in 
 
 7 [Rife, great Redeemer, from thy feat, 
 
 To judge 2nd fave the poor ; 
 Let nations tremble at thy i;tt, 
 And men pr-\ail no more. 
 
 8 Thy thunder (ha!l affright the prcud, 
 
 And put t: eir hearts top^in ; 
 Make them conk fa that thou art God, 
 And they but feeble xien.] 
 
PSALM & n 
 
 Psalm io. CC M] 
 
 1 \1€J BY doth the Lord iland off fo far, 
 
 VV And why conceal his Lee, 
 When great calamities appear, 
 And times of deep difirefs ? 
 
 2 Lord, fhal! the wicked (till deride 
 
 Thy jailice and thy power ? 
 Shall they advance their heads in pride, 
 And ftili thy feints devour i 
 
 3 They put thy judgments from their light, 
 
 And thes iniui* the poor j 
 They boaft in their exaked height 
 That they {hall fall no more. 
 
 4 A-rife, O God, lift up thine hand, 
 
 Attend our humble cry : 
 No enemy (hall dare to (land, 
 W hen God afcerds on high. 
 
 PAUSE, 
 
 5 Why do the men of malice rage, 
 
 And lay, with foolifn pride, 
 -' The God of heav'n wtll ne'er engage 
 * To fight or. Zon's fide V 
 
 6 But thou forever art our Lord, 
 
 r^nd pow'rful is ti ine tiand ; 
 As when the Heathens felt thy fword # 
 And periih'd from thy land, 
 
 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray* 
 
 And c&ufe thine ears to hear : 
 Ke hea?k=ns what his c^il Ji en fay 9 
 And puis the world m fear. 
 
*4 PSALM XL 
 
 5 Proud tyrants flull no more opprefs, 
 
 No more defpife the julr ; 
 And mighty Tinners mail confefs 
 They arc but earth and duft. 
 
 Psalm i i. [L. M.J 
 
 1 *]\/TY refuse is the God of love ; 
 J_VX Why do my foes iniuit and cry> 
 4 Fly, like a tim'rous trembling dove, 
 
 * To diftant woods or mountains fly 2 
 
 2 If government be all deflroy'd, 
 (That firm foundation of our peace) 
 And violence make juftice void, 
 Where (hall th* righteous feck redrefs ? 
 
 3 The Lord in heav'n hath ftx'd his throne ; 
 His eyes furvey the world below ; 
 
 To him aiS mortal things are known ; 
 His eyelids fcarch our- fpirits thro'. 
 
 4 If he afflicts his faints fo far, 
 
 To prove their love and try their prace, 
 "What may the bold tranfgiefibrs fear j 
 His very foul abhor? iheir ways, 
 j On impious wretches he (ball rain 
 Tempers of brimftone, tire, anu death { 
 Such a3 he kindled on the piain 
 Or Sodom, with his angry breath. 
 
 6 The righteous Lord lovts righteous fouls 
 Whole thoughts and actions are fincere j 
 And with a gracious eye beholds 
 
 The men that his own imaoe bear. 
 
PSALM Xl% % 
 
 Psalm 12. [L. M.] 
 
 1 T ORD. if thou dofi not fhoa appear 
 JLj Vinue and truth will flee away ; 
 A faithful man amongft us here 
 
 Will fcarce be found, if thou delay. 
 
 2 The whole difcourfe when neighbors inset 
 Is fill'd with trillis ioofe and vain ; 
 Their Ups are fktt'ry and deceit, 
 
 And their proud language is profane, 
 
 3 But lips that with deceit abound 
 Shall not maintain their triunr.ph long ; 
 The God of vengeance will confound 
 The flatt'ring and blaiphetnistg tongue* 
 
 4 s Ye? Qfafl our words be free,' they cry ; 
 
 * Our tongues (nail be contFJtil'd by none ; 
 ' Where is the Lord will afk us why* 
 
 * Or f^y » cur lips are net our own V 
 
 5 The Lord, who fees the poor opprefi:, 
 And hears th 5 opprtiTor's haughty (train, 
 Will rife to give his children reft, 
 
 Nor fhdil they tiuft his word in vain. 
 
 6 Thy wore!, O Lord, the** oken try'd, 
 Void of deceit mall iU\ appear s 
 
 Not iliver, (even times pufiheid 
 From drofs and mixture, mines fo 
 
 7 Thy -race (hall in the dark:(t hour 
 
 Defend the holy foul from harm ; 
 
 Tho* when the viieft men have pew 
 
 Gfep evYy (ids will lionets {war^. 
 n 
 
 clear- 
 
z6 PSALM XII. 
 
 Psalm 12, [C. M.] 
 j TTELP, Lord, for men of virtue fill, 
 X JL Re'igion loffs ground ; 
 The ions of violence prevail, 
 And treacheries abound- 
 
 2 Their oaths and profnifes they break, 
 
 Yet act the- fhtt'rer's part : 
 With fair deceitful J : ps they fpeak, 
 And with a double heart. 
 
 3 If we reprove forne hateful" lie, 
 
 How is their fury ilisr'd ! 
 * Are not our lips cur own,' they cry, 
 * And who ilia; I be our Lord V 
 
 4 ScofRrs appear on ev'ry fide, 
 
 Where a vile race of men 
 Is rais'd to feats of pow'r and pride. 
 And bears the Iword in vain. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, 
 
 And blaiphemy grows bold, 
 When faith is hardly to be found, 
 And love is waxing cold ; 
 £ Is not thy chariot hafl'ning on ? 
 Haft thou not giv'n the fign ? 
 May we not (ruft and live upon 
 A promife Co divine ? 
 7 ' Yes,' faith the Lord, * now will I rife f 
 
 * And make oppreflbre flee : 
 
 * I (hall appear to their furprife, 
 
 * And let mv frr rants free.' 
 
PSALM XIII. 27 
 
 8 Thy word, like (liver fev'a times try'd, 
 Thro* ngss fiu!l endure : 
 The risen that in thy truth confide, 
 Shall find the promife fure, 
 
 Psalm 13. [L. M.] 
 
 1 TTOW long O Lord, (hall I complain, 
 JLJL Like one that feeks his God in vain ? 
 Canij thou thy face for ever hi fie. 
 
 And I lUH pray, and be dtny'd ? 
 
 2 Shall I foreyer be forger, 
 
 As one whom thou regarded not ? 
 
 Still fihll my foul thine abfence mourn ? 
 
 And fill dtfpair of thy return ? 
 5 How long (hall my poor troubled breafl 
 
 Be with thefe anxious thoughts qppreft, 
 
 And Satan, my malicious tos, 
 
 Rejoice to fee me funk fa low? 
 4. Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,, 
 
 Before my death conclude ray grief ; 
 
 If thou withhold'^ thy heav'nly light, 
 
 Ifl.ep in everfaftirig night, 
 
 5 How will the pow'rs of ' cUrknefs boad, 
 If but one praying loui '■* Joft i 
 
 But I have trulled in thy grace, 
 And fiiali again behold thy face. 
 
 6 Wbate'er my Tests or foes fiiggefr, 
 Thou art my hope, my joy, my pefl : 
 My heart (hall feel thy bvew and raid- 
 My chetrfu! voice to fcn&s o< pr^ife, 
 
s8 PSALM XIH, 
 
 FCALM 13. [C. U ] 
 
 1 OW lorsj wilt thou conceal thy iac. 1 ' 
 My God, how long delay ? 
 When fhfeill I feci thafe heav'njy rays 
 That chsfe my fears away ? 
 
 2 fcJow long (hali my poor iab'ring foul 
 
 V/rc-Uie and toil in vain ? 
 Thy word can ail my foes controul, 
 And eafe my racing pa-n. 
 
 3 See how the prince of darknefs tries 
 
 Aii his malicious arts, 
 He fpreads a rniH around my ey;s, 
 And throws his fiery darts. 
 
 4 Be thou my fun, and thou my (hield, 
 
 My fcul in fafety keep ; 
 Make half?, before mire eyes are feal'd 
 In death's e'.crnal fletp. 
 
 5 How would the tempter boaft aloud, 
 
 if I became his p-^y ! 
 Behord ? ,ne fons of hell grow proud 
 At thy fo long d.Say. 
 
 6 But they fnail fly st hy rebuke, 
 
 And Satan hide his head ; 
 Ke knows the terrors of thy look. 
 And hears thy voce with dread, 
 " Thou wilt difp'ay that fov'reign grtce 
 Where all my hopes are I unj 
 I fnall employ my lips in rraifi 
 And vicVrv (hall be i 
 
 ■«; » 
 
-vs\lu .xrv. 29 
 
 Psalm .4, Part 1. [CM.] 
 P0OLS : n thejr hearts bs'ieve and (ay, 
 ' Thai a'! rejjfjpn'^ vnin j 
 * There is no Go i thai reigns on high, 
 ' Or minds th 1 strain of men.' 
 
 2 From thoughts fa dreadful and profane, 
 
 Corrupt difcourfe proceeds ; 
 And in their impious hands are found 
 Abominable ce^ds. 
 
 3 The Lord from bis celefriil throne 
 
 I.ook'd down on things heiow. 
 To find the man that fought his grace. 
 Or did his juftiqe know. 
 4. By nature ail are cone ailray ; 
 Their practice all the fa no % 
 There's none that fears his ^laker's hand ; 
 There's none that saves h's name. 
 C Their tongues are us'd to fpeak deceit; 
 Their danders never ceaie : 
 How nv'ifi to nsifchief are their feet ! 
 Nor knew the paths of peace ! 
 6 Such feeds of fm (that bitter root) 
 In ev ry heart are found ; 
 Nor can they bear diviner fruit, 
 'Tijj grace refine the ground. 
 
 Psalm 14. Part 2. [C. M.] 
 
 RE finners now fo fer.fe'efs grown 
 That they the taints devour ' ? 
 C z 
 
^ I SALM XV. 
 
 And never worfhip at thy throne, 
 Nor fear thine awful pow'r ? 
 
 2 Great God, appear to their furprife, 
 
 Reveal thy dreadful name ; 
 Let them no more tliy vvrath defpife, 
 Nor turn cur hope to fliame. 
 
 3 Doll thou not dwell among thejuft? 
 
 And yet our foes deride, 
 That we Ihould make thy name our irulr, 
 Great God, confound their pride ! 
 
 4 O that t e joy ru! day were come, 
 
 To ffnifh our dii'trefs ! 
 When God fhail bring his children home, 
 Our ill never ccai'e. 
 
 A 
 
 ALM 15. [L. M ] 
 
 ! T^TKO fhaH inhabit in thy bill, 
 V V O God of hoiinefsf 
 
 Whom will the Lord admit to dwell 
 So near his throne of grace ? 
 
 2 The man that walks in pious way?, 
 
 And works whh righteous hands 5 
 That trufls Lis Maker's promifts, 
 And follows his comroards. 
 
 3 He fpfaks the meaning of his heart, 
 
 Nor flanders with his tongue ; 
 Will fcarce believe an ill report, 
 K. r do bis neighbor wrong. 
 I The wealthy 'inn is he contemns, 
 Lovci all that fear the Lord ; 
 
PSALM XV. $j 
 
 And tho' to his own hurt he fwears, 
 S ill he performs his word. 
 5 His hands difdain a golden bribe, 
 And never gripe the poor : 
 This man fh?!! dwell with God on earth, 
 And find his heav'n iecure. 
 
 Psalm 15. [L, M.] 
 
 : TITHO Pnall afcend thy heav'nly place, 
 VV Great God, and dwell before thy 
 The man that minds religion now, [face . ? 
 And humbly walks with God below; 
 
 2 Whole hands are pure, whofe heart is clean, 
 Whofe iips fHJI fpeak the things they mean : 
 No danders dwell upon his tongue ; 
 
 He hates to do his neighbor wrong. 
 
 3 [Scarce wiii he truft an ill report, 
 Nor vent it to his neighbor's hurt ; 
 Sinners of ftate he can defpife, 
 But faints are honor 'd in his eyes.] 
 
 4 [Firm to his word he ever flood, 
 And always makes his promife good ; 
 Nor dares to change the thing he fweais, 
 Whatever pain or lofs he bears. 2 
 
 5 [He never deals in bribing gold, 
 
 And mourns that juiHce Ihould be fo'd ; 
 While others giipe and grind the poor, 
 Sweet charity attends his doer.3 
 
 6 He loves his enemies, and prays 
 For tbofe that curfe him to his face 5 
 
32 FSAJLM XVI, 
 
 And do to a!! men (lijl the tarrr, 
 That he would [tope or wifn from them. 
 - Yet, wen Ms hohiit works are docC) 
 His loul :'-. : . f ; da op grace ?.!on c } 
 This is the il fee, 
 
 And dwell lor-.ver, Lord, \\uh tV,eSe. 
 
 Fsalm 1 6. Part i. [L. M.] 
 
 RESERVE me, Lord, in time ofnsed, 
 For fuccor to thy throne I fee ; 
 But have no (net its there to plead ; 
 My goodnefs cannot reach to tl;ce. 
 
 2 Oft ha,ve my heart and tongue confer, 
 How empty and how poor I am ; 
 My prajfe can never mal;e thee bleif, 
 And adcTnevy glories, to thy name. 
 
 3 Yt*t, Lord, thy faints on earth may reap 
 Some profit by the g3od w^ do ; 
 Trefe pre the company f keep, 
 
 Theft; are the choice/! friends I know, 
 
 4 Let others, chocfe the fjns of nunh 
 To give a rd«(h to t' eir wine : 
 
 I love the men of heav.'nly birth, 
 Vv'hofe thougiits and language are divine. 
 
 Psalm l5. Part z. [L. M.l 
 
 I T_T QW fa{l their guilt and forrow* rife, 
 XX Who ha(le to ie:k force ide! god ! 
 1 w»U not tafte their facrifice, 
 Their offerings of forbiddej) blood. 
 
PSALM XV L 33 
 
 2 My God provides a richer cup, 
 And nobler food to live upon ; 
 He for my life has cfKr'd up 
 Jefus, his bietl beloved Son. 
 
 3 His iovt is my perpe*ual tea It ; 
 
 By day his cour.feis guide roe rigjit s 
 And be his name forever bie#, 
 Who gives me fw^eet advice by night, 
 
 4 I fet hiro ftii'i before mine eyes ; 
 
 Al my right hand he ftands prepared 
 To keep my foul from ail farprifs, 
 And be my evedafHcg guard, 
 
 Psalm i6. Pan 3, [L. M.] 
 
 WH EN God is nigh, my lakh is (Ucng, 
 His arm is niy almighty prop : 
 Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue, 
 My dying fle : (h (hall reft in hope. 
 
 2 Though in the dull I lay my head. 
 Yet, gracious God, thou wilt net leave 
 My foul forever with the dead. 
 
 Nor iofe thy chiidien in the gra?e. 
 
 3 My fie& fhaH thy firft call obey, 
 fcru-ike off the dull and rife on high ; 
 Then (halt thcu lead the wend'rous way 
 Up to thy throne above the iky. 
 
 4 There dreams of endSefs pleafure flow ; 
 And full difcov'ries of thy grace, 
 (Which we but talfed here below) 
 spread hcav'oiy joys through all the place* 
 
34 PSALM XVT. 
 
 Psalm 16 i — 3. Part i. [CM.] 
 
 i Qt AVE me, O Lord, from ev'ry foe ; 
 C3 In thee my trull I piace ; 
 Tbo' all the pood that I can do 
 Can ne'er deferve thy grace. 
 
 2 Yet, if my God pro ong my breath, 
 
 The faints may profit by't ; 
 The faints, the glory of the earth, 
 The jnen of my delight. 
 
 3 Let Heathens to their idols hafte, 
 
 And worfhip wood and (tone j 
 But my delightful let is cart 
 Where the true God is known. 
 
 4 His hand provides my coniiant food, 
 
 He fi'Is my daily cup : 
 Much am I pleas'd with prefent good, 
 But more rejoice in hope. 
 c God is my penion and my joy ; 
 His counfels are my light : 
 He givis me fwect advice by diy, 
 And gzn le h ms by night. 
 6 My fou'. would all her thoughts approve, 
 To his all i.eing eye ; 
 Nor death, nor hell, mv hope (hall move, 
 While luch a fiierid is n;gi). 
 
 Psalm i6. Part 2. [C M ] 
 
 he Lord before my face, 
 an my courage uy ; 
 
 I ■ T SETth 
 
 X ' He be 
 
PSALM XVII. 35 
 
 1 My heast, my tongue, their joys exprefs J 
 
 « My flefn fhall reft in hope. 
 ' My fpitit, Lord, thou wilt not leave 
 
 * Where fouls depar ed are ; 
 Nor quit my body to the grave, 
 
 * To fee corruption there. 
 
 * Thou wilt reveal the path of life, 
 
 * And raife me to thy throne : 
 
 * Thy courts immortal pieaiure give, 
 
 * Thy prefence joys unknown.' 
 [Thus, «n the name of Chrift, the Lord, 
 
 The holy David fung j 
 .And Providence fulfils the word 
 
 Of his prophetic tongue. 
 Jefus, whom every faint adores, 
 
 Was crucify'd and flain j 
 Behold, the tomb its prey reftores .; 
 
 Behold, he lives again ! 
 When fhall ray feet arife and (land 
 
 On heav'os eternal bill i 
 There fits the Son at God's right hand, 
 
 And there the Father fmiles ] 
 
 Psalm 17. 13, &c. [S. M ] 
 
 ARISE my gracious God, 
 And make the wicked flee ; 
 They are but thy chaftifing rod, 
 To drive thy faints to thee. 
 Behold, the (inner dies, 
 His haughty words are vain ) 
 
36 PSALM XVII. 
 
 Kere in this life his pleasure lies, 
 And a! I beyond is pain. 
 
 3 Then let his pride advance, 
 And bcail of all h s (tore ; 
 
 The Lord is my inheritance, 
 My fcul can wifh no more, 
 
 4 I ftiall behold the face 
 Of my forgiving God ; 
 
 A*nd frand complete in rsghteoufo 
 Wafh'd in my Savior's b!ood. 
 
 5 There's a new heaven begun 
 When I awake from death, 
 
 Drtfs'd in the likenefs of thy Son, 
 And draw immortal breath. 
 
 Psalm. 17. [L. M] 
 
 ORD, I am thine : but thou wilt prove 
 My faith, my patience, and my love ; 
 Vv\:en men of-fpke again!]; me join, 
 They are the {word, the hand is thine. 
 
 2 Their hope and p:r;ion lie below ; 
 5 T ; s a!! the happinefs they know, 
 
 'Tis ali they leek : they take their fiiares, 
 And leave the reft amon* their hcirj 
 
 3 What iinners value, 1 rdi^n ; 
 Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine ; 
 I thai! behold % bl&ful face, 
 And (land complete in righteoulnefs. 
 
 4 This life's a cream, an empty mow; 
 But tht bright world 10 which 1 go 
 
PSALM XVIII. 37 
 
 Hath joys fubftantia! and fincere : 
 When (hail I wake and find me there ? 
 
 glorious hour ! O bieft abode ! 
 
 1 foal! be near and like my God ! 
 And flcfh and fin no more controul 
 The facred pleafures of the fbu!. 
 My fl-(Ii (hail liumher in the ground 
 Till the lad trumpet's joyful found ; 
 Then burft the chains with fweet fufplife^ 
 And in my Savior's image rile. 
 
 Psalm iS. i— -5, 15 — 18. 
 Part 1, [C. M.J 
 
 hee wiil I love, O Lord, my ftrengtb, 
 My rock, my tower, my high defeuce,' 
 Thy mighty arm fhaU be my truff, 
 For I have found falvatson thence* 
 Death and the terrors ol the grave ; 
 Stood round me with their difmal lhade % 
 While floods of high temptation rcle, 
 And made my finking foul afraid* 
 I faw the op'ning gates of hell, 
 With endlefs pains and forrows there 5 
 Which none but they that feel can iill, 
 While I was hurried to ddpair. 
 In my diilrefs I call'd *■ my God,' 
 When I cou'd fcarce believe him mins \ 
 He bow'd his ear to my complaint ; 
 Thee did his grace appear divife. 
 D* 
 
3 8 PSALM XVIir. 
 
 5 [With fpeed he Sew to my relief, 
 
 As on a cherubs wing he rode : 
 Awful and bright as lightning (hone 
 The face of my dtliv'rer God,] 
 
 6 LTemp'aticns A-d rit ' ,,s rebuke, 
 The bJaft of his almighty breath : 
 He fent falvaticn from on hi^h, 
 
 And drew me from the depths of death.] 
 
 7 Great were my fea;s, my foes were great, 
 Much was their ftrength, and mere f heir rage: 
 Bat Chrift. my JLord 5 is conqueror ftill, 
 ]n all the wars that devils wage. 
 
 8 My fong for ever flial! record 
 That terrible, that joyful lour ; 
 And give the glory to the Lord, 
 Due ;o his mercy and his power. 
 
 Psalm iS. 20—26. Fart 2. [L. M.] 
 
 I T ORD, thou haft feen my foul ftocere, 
 jl j. Haft made thy truth and love appear ; 
 Before mine eyes I fet thy laws, 
 And thou halt owrTd my righteous caufe-. 
 
 S oince I have learn'd thy ho y ways 
 I've walk'd upright before thy face, 
 Or if my feet did e'er depart, 
 'Twas never with a w eked heart. 
 
 g What fate temptations broke my reft! 
 What vvais and ftrugglings in my breaft « 
 But thro : thy grace that reigns within, 
 I guard againlt my darling On. 
 
PSALM XVril. 59 
 
 4 That Cm which c'ofe befe's me fti!!, 
 That works and (lives againft my will j 
 When Hia.lt thy fpirit *s fov'reign power 
 Deflroy it that it rifr no more r 
 
 5 [With an impartial hand the Lord 
 Deals out to mortals their reward ; 
 The kind and faithful fouls fliail tmd 
 A God as faithful and as kind. 
 
 6 The juii and pure (hall ever lay, 
 Thou art mere pure, morejuft than they i 
 And men that love revenge fnall know 
 God hath an arm of vergesnee too 2 
 
 Psalm i8. 30, $1, 34, 35, 46, &c% 
 Part 3. [L. M.] 
 
 1 TUST are thy ways, and true thy word 
 Jf Great reck of my fecure abode 1 
 Who is a God bthde the Lord? 
 
 Of where's a refuge like our God ? 
 
 2 *Tis he that girds me with his might, 
 Gives me his holy (word to wield j 
 And while with fin and hell I %hr 3 
 Spreads his falvation for my fhield. 
 
 3 He lives (and blciTed he my rock I) 
 The God of roy faivation lives ; 
 The dark defigns of hell are broke 5 
 Sweet is the peace my father gives. 
 
 4 Before the fcofFers or the age 
 I will exalt my Father's name, 
 
4 o PSALM XVIII. 
 
 Nor tremble at their mighty rape, 
 13ut meet reproach, and bear the (name, 
 5 To David and his royal feed 
 Thy grace for ever (hail extend, 
 Thy ! ov to faints in Chrift their head 
 Knows not a limit nor an end. 
 
 Psalm iS. Part i. [C. M-] 
 
 1 *T %J E love thee, Lord, and we adore 5 
 
 \ f Now is thine arm reveal'd : 
 Thou art our ftrength, cur heav'nly tow'r, 
 Cur bulwark, and our fhieid. 
 
 2 We fly to our eternal rock, 
 
 And find a fure defence 1 
 His holy nar ; e our lips invoke, 
 And draw filiation thence, 
 
 3 When God, our leader, (hires in arms, 
 
 What mortal heart can bear 
 
 The thunder of his loud alarms, 
 
 The lightning of his fpear r 
 
 4 He rides upon the winged wind, 
 
 Ard ange's in array 
 In trillions wait to know his mind, 
 And fwift as fum.es obey, 
 j Ke fpesks, and at his fierce rebuke 
 Whole armies are difo>ay 3 d : 
 His voice, h's frown, his angry look, 
 Strikes ail their courage dead. 
 6 Fie forms cur generals for the field. 
 With all their dreadful (kill : 
 
PSALM XVIII. 41 
 
 Gives theoi his awful fword to wield, 
 And makes their hearts of (tee!. 
 1 £He arms our captains to the fight, 
 (Tho' there his name's forgot :} 
 He girded Cyrus wMj his might, 
 But Cyrus knew him not. 
 S Oft has the Lord whole nations bkffc 
 For his own church's fake : 
 The pov/'rs that gave his people rsft 
 Shall of his care partake 
 
 Psalm 18. Part 2. [CM.] 
 
 1 r a 'O thine almighty arm we owe 
 
 JL The triumphs of the day : 
 Thy terrors, Lord, confound the fos f 
 And melt their ftrength away. 
 
 2 'Tis by thine aid our troops prevail, 
 
 And break united pow'rs ; 
 Or hum their boafted fleets, or kale 
 The proudeft of their tow'rs; 
 
 3 How have we chas'd them thro' the field, 
 
 And trod them to the ground, 
 While thy falvatioo was our mieid, 
 But they no fhelter found ! 
 
 4 In vain to idol faints they cry, 
 
 And perlfh in their blood : 
 Where is the rock fo great, fo high, 
 So pow'rful as our Goci ! 
 D 2 
 
-FoALM X. 
 
 ever lives. 
 His name be: ever b'efl ; 
 'Tis his own arm the vicl'ry gives, 
 And gives his people reft. 
 6 Cn kings that reign as David did 
 ours \k bleftings down ; 
 Setfures their honors to their feed, 
 And well fupporta their crown. 
 
 Psalm 19. Part 1. [3. M.J 
 
 1 "OEHOLD the lofty flty 
 J3 Declares its maker God, 
 And ali his {'any works on 1 i^h 
 
 Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 
 
 2 The darknefs and the light 
 
 Still keep their courfe the fame ; 
 While day to day, and r.i^ht to night, 
 L'.iir.ely teach his name. 
 
 3 In ev'ry different land 
 
 Their gen'pal voice is known ; 
 
 wonders of his hand; 
 And orders of Lis throne. 
 
 4. Ve Chriftian lands rejo : ce j 
 Hz it he reveals his word : 
 care not left to na are's voice 
 To bid us know the Lord. 
 
 5 His (fcatut&s and comm; 
 Are fet before our; y 
 He puts his gofpel in cur J.an 
 
PSALM XIX, 43 
 
 6 His laws are jud and pure, 
 
 His truth without deceit j 
 His promifes forever fure, 
 And his rewards are gr=at. 
 
 7 [Not honey to the tafle 
 
 Affords fomucb delight, 
 Nor gold that has the furnace paiVd 
 So much allures the %ht, 
 
 8 While of thy works I fing, 
 
 Thy g'ory to proclaim, 
 Accept the praife, my God, my king* 
 In my Redeemer's name. 3 
 
 Psalm 19. Part 2. [S. Mj 
 
 i |JE HOLD the morning fun 
 Jt3 Begins his glorious way \ 
 His beams through all the nations rurij. 
 And fife and light convey, 
 
 2 Eut where the gofpei comes 
 
 It fpreads diviner Ifglit, 
 It calls dead iinners from their tombs, 
 And gives the" blind their light, 
 
 3 How perfect is thy word ! 
 
 And all thy judgments juft ! 
 For e?er fure thy promife, Lord> 
 And men fecure'y trufr. 
 
 4 My gracious God, how plain 
 
 Are thy directions piven X 
 may I never read in vain, 
 Bat find the path to heav'a* 
 
44 PSALM XIX. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 I hear thy word with love, 
 And I would fain obey ; 
 Send thy good fpirit from above 
 
 To guide me, left I (tray, 
 ^who can ever find 
 
 The errors of his ways ? 
 *etwith a bold prefurnptuous mind 
 I would not dare tranfgrefs. 
 
 7 Warn me of ev*ry (In ; 
 
 Forgive my fecret faults : 
 And cleanfe this guilty foul of mine, 
 Whofe crimes exceed my thoughts. 
 
 8 While with my heart a~d tongue 
 
 I fpread thy pr&ife abroad, 
 Accept the worfhipand the fong, 
 My Savior and my God ! 
 
 Psalm 19. [L. M 3 
 
 1 r pHE heav'cs dechre thy glory, Lord, 
 
 JL In cv'ry,'rar thy wifdom lhines j 
 But when ocr eyes behold thy word, 
 We read thy name in fairer lines. 
 
 2 The rolling fun, the changing light, 
 And m^his and days thy power cqnftfs ; 
 But the bleir. volume thou luft wrir, 
 Reveals thy jufrice and thy grace. 
 
 g Sun, moon, and ftars convey thy praife 
 Round the whole earth, and never ftand : 
 So when thy truth began its race, 
 It tcuch'd and glanc'd en evVy land. 
 
PSALM XIX. 45 
 
 4 Nor (hall thy fpreading gofpel reft. 
 
 Tiii through the world thy truth has run ? 
 Till Chrift has all the nations bkfi 
 That fee the light, or feel the fun, 
 
 5 Great San of righteoufnefs arife, 
 
 B'efs the dark world with heav'nly light t 
 Thy gofpel makes the fioiple wife, 
 Thy laws are pare, thy judgments right. 
 
 6 Thy nobleft wonders here we view, 
 In fouls renew'd and fins forgiv'n I 
 J,ord cieanfe my iins, my foul renew, 
 And make thy ward siy guide to heav'o. 
 
 Psalm 19. To the tune of 1 1 3th P&lm» 
 
 REAT God, the heavVs well or, 
 der' d frsme 
 Declares the glories of thy name : 
 
 There thy rich works of wonder (hine \ 
 A fhouland (tarry beauties there, 
 A thoufand radiant marks appear 
 
 Of boundlefs power and (kill divines 
 
 2 From D'ght to day, from day to night. 
 The dawning and the dying Sight, 
 
 Lectures of heav'nly wifddm read \ 
 With fiient elcquence they raife 
 Our thoughts to our Creator's praife, 
 
 And neither found nor language need* 
 
 3 Yet their divine inftru&ions ruo 
 Far as the joaroies of the fun, 
 
46 PSALM XIX. 
 
 An d ev'ry nation knows their voice: 
 The fun, like Tome young bridegroom dreft, 
 Breaks from the chambers of «.he eafr, 
 
 Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice. 
 
 4 Where'er hefpreads his beams abroad, 
 He i:niles, and fpeaks his maker God ; 
 
 All nature joins to (hew thv praife. 
 Thus God in ev'ry creature dunes : 
 Fair is the book of nature's lines, 
 
 But faker is the book of grace. 
 
 PAUSk'. 
 
 5 I leve the volumes of thy word : 
 
 : light and joy thofe eaves afford 
 To fouls Benighted and diftreft S 
 Thy psec^pts guide my doubtful way, 
 Thy fear forbids my feet to (hay, 
 
 leads my heart to reft. 
 5 From the difcov'ries of thy law 
 The perfect rules o: life I draw: 
 
 Thtfe are my (ludy and delight ; 
 
 Not hoqey fo invites the tafte, 
 
 Nor gold that hath the furnace pafs'd, 
 
 - . fc pleafii ^ o the (l 
 
 7 Thy threat'ritngs wake ray fiumb'ring eyes, 
 
 And wain me where my danger lies ; 
 
 But Ms thy blejTed gofpel, Lord, 
 Tha f makes my guilty con feience clean, 
 Conv:ns my foul, fubdues my fin, 
 And gives a free, but large reward, 
 
PSALM XX. 47 
 
 Who knows the errors of his thoughts ? 
 My God, forgive my fecret faults, 
 
 And from prefumptuous fins reftralo : 
 Accept my poor attempts of praife, 
 That I have read thy hook of grace, 
 
 And book cf nature not in vain. 
 
 Psalm 20. [L. ML] 
 
 T OW may the God of pow'r and grace 
 Attend his people's humble cry ! 
 Jehovah hears when Ifraei prays, 
 And brings deliv'rance from on high. 
 
 2 The name of Jacob's God defends, 
 Better than mi-Ids or brazen wails; 
 He from his fan&uary fends 
 Succor and strength when Zion calls* 
 
 3 Well he remembers all our fighs, 
 His love exceeds cur bed deferts ; 
 His love accepts a facrifice 
 
 Of humble groans and b:oken hearts, 
 
 4 Ib his fa!vation is our hope, 
 Ar;d in the name of Isr'i's God 
 Our troops mall lift their binners up, 
 Our navies fpread their flags abroad. 
 
 j Some truft: in horfes trained fur war, 
 
 And fame of chariots make their boails ; 
 
 Our fured expectations are 
 
 From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hofts. 
 6 [O may the mem'Vy of thy name 
 
 Infpire our armies for the fight I 
 
48 PSALM XXL 
 
 Our foes fhall fall and die with /hame, 
 Or qu : t the fieid with fhameful flight. 
 7 Now fave us, Lord, from iLvifh Fear ; 
 Now let cur hope be firm and ftrong, 
 Till thy falvation fnall appear, 
 And joy and triumph raife the fong. 
 
 Psalm 21. [C. M.] 
 
 1 r J ^ HE king, O Lord, with fongs ofpraifej 
 
 1 Shall in thy (Irength rejoice, 
 
 And, bled with thy falvation, raife 
 
 To heav'n his cheerful vo'ce. 
 
 2 Thy fure defence, thro' nations round, 
 
 Has fpread his glorious name ; 
 And his fuccefsful anions crown'd 
 With majefry and fame. 
 
 3 Then let the king on God alone 
 
 For timely aid rtly ; 
 His mercy fnall fupport the throne, 
 And all our wants fupp'y. 
 
 4 But, righteous Lord, rr.s flubborn foes 
 
 Shall fee! thy dreadful band ; 
 Thy vengeful arm fha'l find out thofe 
 That hate his mild command, 
 e When thou againfl them doft engag?, 
 Thy jufl, but dreadful doom, 
 Shall like a fiery oven's rage, 
 Their hopes and then! confume. 
 6 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous pow'r declare, 
 And thus exalt tby fame j 
 
PSALM XXVIT. 61 
 
 2 I hate to walk, I hate to fa, 
 With men of vanity and lies ; 
 The fcoffer and the hypocrite 
 Are the abhorrence of mine eyes. 
 
 3 Amcngfr thy faints I v/U! appear, 
 With hands weli wafn'd in innocence. 
 But when I (rand before thy bar, 
 The blood of Chritr. is my defence. 
 
 4 I iovethy habitation, Lord, 
 
 The temple where thy honors dwell, 
 There fhall I hear thy holy word, 
 And there thy works of wonder tell. 
 
 5 Let not my foul be join'd at lair 
 With men of treachery and blood ; 
 Since I my days on earth have pafl: 
 Among the faints and near my God. 
 
 Psalm 27. 1—6 Part 1. [C. M.] 
 
 1 r T^HE Lord of glory is my light, 
 
 J, And my faivation too ; 
 God is my flrength ; nor will I fear 
 What ail my foes can do. 
 
 2 One privilege my heart dtfirss : 
 
 O ! grant me an abode 
 Among the churches of thy faints. 
 The Temple of my God 
 
 3 There mall I offer my requedsj 
 
 And fee tKy beauty (ti'l ; 
 
62 PSALM XXVII. 
 
 Shall hear thy rtv. (Taees of!ove, 
 Ar.d there inquire thy v. -ill. 
 
 4 When troubles rife, zr\d ftdrhis appear. 
 
 There may his children hide ; 
 Gcd lias £ ftrorig pavilion, where 
 He makes my fool abide, 
 
 5 Now (hall my head be lifted high 
 
 Above my foes around, 
 And fonps of joy and victory 
 Within thy temple found. 
 
 Psalm 27. 8, 9, 13, 14. Part 2. [C. M ] 
 
 1 QOOM as I heard my Father hy, f 
 O * Ye children, Gek my grace }' 
 My heart reply*d, without delay, 
 
 « I'll feck my Father's face.' 
 
 2 Let not thy ha be hid from me, 
 
 Nor (:rwn rby foul away ;. 
 God of my life, 1 fly to thee 
 In a dtftrcfiing day. 
 
 3 Should friends and kindred, near and dezr, 
 
 Leave me to want or die, 
 My God would make my life his care, 
 Ar.d all my need fupply. 
 
 4 My fainting flefh had oy'd with grief, 
 
 Had not my foul believ'd, 
 To fee thy grace provide relief j 
 Nor was my hope deceived. 
 ^ Wait en the Lord, ye trembling fair is. ■ 
 And kep your courage up ; 
 
PSALM XXIX, 6j 
 
 He'll raife your fpjylt when It uinls, 
 And far exceed your hope, 
 
 Psalm 29. [L, M.] 
 
 1 f~^ IVE'to the Lord, ye Tons or" Fame, 
 \^J? Give to the Lord renown and pojv'r ; 
 Afcribe due honors to bis name, 
 
 And his eternal might adore. 
 
 2 The Lord proclaims his pov/r aloud, 
 Over the ocean and the land : 
 
 His voice divides the wat'ry cloud, 
 And lightnings b'aze at his command. 
 
 3 Ke fpeaks, and rempefr, half and winj 3 
 Lay the wide fjreit bare around ; 
 The fearful hart, and frightful bind. 
 Leap at the terror of the found. 
 
 4 To L-rbaP.ofi he turni his voice, 
 And io, the (lately cedars break ; 
 The mountains tremble at the noife, 
 The vaisies ro2 r , the defkrts quake. 
 
 5 The Lord fits fov'u-ign on the flood, 
 Tr.e thund 5 rer re'j>ns for ever king: 
 But makes his church his bieft abode, 
 Where we his ^v;fu! giories Hng. 
 
 6 In geni'er !an.:uig?, there the Lord 
 Tne counitJ3 of his grace imparts j 
 Amiuis: the racing fhorm, his word 
 Speaks peace and CQ'&rzgz to our hears, 
 
64 PSALM XXX. 
 
 Psalm 30. Parr 1. [L. M.] 
 
 1 T WILL extol thee, Lord, on high 
 JL At thy command difeafes fly : 
 Who but a God can fpeak. and fave 
 From the dark borders of the grave? 
 
 2 Sing to the Lord, ye faints ofhis, 
 And tell how large his goodnefs is : 
 Let all your pow'rs rJoice 2nd blefs, 
 Whiie you record his hoilnsfs. 
 
 3 His anger but a moment frays ; 
 His love is lie and length of days : 
 Tho' grief and tears the night employ, 
 The morning far reftorss the joy. 
 
 Psalm 30. Ver. 6. Part 2. [L. M] 
 
 i T7' I RM was my health 5 my day was brij hr, 
 JL A nd I prefum'd 'twould ne'er be night : 
 Fondly I faid within my heart, 
 ** Pleafures and peace fhall ne'er depart." 
 
 2 But 1 forgot thine arm was (rrong, 
 Which made my mountain ftand fo long ; 
 Goon as thy fece began to hide, 
 
 My health was gone, my comforts died, 
 
 3 I cry'd a'oud to thee, my God, 
 
 11 What can (I thou profit by my blood } 
 
 ** Deep in the dull, can I declare 
 
 " Thy truib, or fing thy goodnefs there ? 
 
 4 « Hear me, O God of grace," 1 faid, 
 
 " And bring me from among the dead :?' 
 
 \ 
 
PSALM XXXI. 65 
 
 Thy word rebuked the pains I felt, 
 Thypard'ning love remov'drBy guilt? 
 
 5 My groans and tears, and forms cf woe, 
 x r ire turn'd to joy and praifes bow } 
 
 I throw my fack'oth on the ground, 
 And eaie ana gladngfs gird me round. 
 
 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame, 
 Shall ne'er be fL'ent of thy name ; 
 
 Thy praife (hall found thro' earth and heav'n, 
 For fickneis heal'd, and (ins forgiv'n. 
 
 Psalm 31, Verfe 5, 13 — 19,22,23. 
 Part i. [C. M.J 
 
 1 TNTO thine hand, O God of truth, 
 JL My fpirit I commit ; 
 
 Thou haffcedeem'a my foul from death, 
 And fav'd me from the pit. 
 
 2 7 he pafiions of my hope and fear 
 
 Maintain'd a dGubifu! ilrife, 
 While fcrrow, pain, and fin confpir'd 
 To take away my life. 
 
 3 " My time is in thy hand/ 3 I cry'd, 
 
 14 Though I draw near the duit \ 
 Thou art the refuse where I hide, 
 The God in whom I truft. 
 
 4 O make thy reconciled Uca 
 
 Upon thy fervant (hine! 
 And lave me for thy meicy's Czktj 
 For I'm entirely thine. 
 F 2 
 
56 PSALM XXXL 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 f'Twas in my halte, my fpirit (z'tdj 
 
 iw I niuft defpair and die, 
 11 I am cut off be:ore thine eyes %* 3 
 But thoa haf* heard my cry. J 
 
 6 Thy goodntfs, how divinely free-i 
 
 How wond'rousis thy grace ! 
 To ihcfe that fear thy majefty, 
 And truft thy promifes. 
 
 7 O Jove the Lord, ali ye his faints, 
 
 And ling his praifes loud ; 
 He'll bend his ear to your complaints. 
 And recompenfe the proud. 
 
 Psalm 3'i.Ve'r. 7 — 13, 18 — 27, 
 Fart 2. [C M.] 
 
 1 "]\ /T Y heart rejoices in thy name, 
 JLV X My God, my help, my truft ; 
 Thou haft preferv'd my facefrom (hame, 
 
 I\!y honor From thedufh 
 
 2 " My life is fpent in grief,* I cry'd, 
 
 11 My years confume in groans, 
 " My ftrcrgth decays, mine eyes are dry' 
 *' And foirow wailes my bones." 
 5 Among mire enemies my name 
 Was a mere proverb grown ; 
 While 10 my neighbors I became 
 Forgotten and unknown. 
 a. Slander and r e.-ir, on ev'ry fide, 
 hk : z'u i.zd btfet me round > 
 
PSALM XXXII. 67 
 
 I to the throne of grace apply'd, 
 And fpeedy refcue found. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 How great deliv'rance thou haft wrought 
 Befo.e the Tons of men ! 
 The lying lips to filence brought, 
 And made their boafhng vain. 
 5 Thy children, from the ftrife of tongues, 
 Shall thy pavilion hide ; 
 Guard them from infamy and wrongs, 
 And erufh the fons of pride, 
 7 Within thy fecret prefence, Lord, 
 Let me for ever dwell ; 
 No fenced cry, wall'd and barr ? d, 
 Secures a faint fo well. 
 
 Psalm 32. [S. M.J 
 
 BLESSED fouls are they, 
 Whofe fins are eover'd o'er ; 
 Divinely bled, to whom the Lord 
 Imputes their guilt no more. 
 
 2 They mourn their follies pad:, 
 
 And keep their hearts with care ; 
 Their lips and lives without deceit 
 Shall prove their faith fincere. 
 
 3 While I conceai'dmy guilt, 
 
 I felt the feft'ring wound ; 
 
 3 Tiil I confefs'd my fins to thee, 
 
 And ready pat don found. 
 
63 PSALM XXXII. 
 
 4 Let linners learn ?c pray. 
 
 Let faints keep near t!)e throne ; 
 Our help in time of deep diftrefs 
 Is found in God alone. 
 
 Psalm 32. [C. M.] 
 
 1 T T APPY the man, to ivhom his Ood 
 JLJL No more imputes his fin ; 
 
 But waih'd in his Redeemer's bleed, 
 Hath made his garments clean I 
 
 2 Happy, beyond enpreilion, he 
 
 Whcfe debts ate thus dlfcharn'j j 
 And from the guilty bondage free, 
 He feels his jfo.ul enlanfd. 
 
 3 His fpirit baus deceit and lies, 
 
 His words are all fincere t 
 He guards his heart, he guards his eyes, 
 To kefp his confeer.ee ciear. 
 
 4 While i my inward guilt fupprefi, 
 
 No quiet ccu'd i find ; 
 Thy wrath I«y burning m mybreafh, 
 And rack'd my tcrtur'd mind. 
 
 5 Then I confej^d my troubled though 13, 
 
 My fecrer firs rev.ai d : 
 Thy parcpGinggrac? ftyg aye my , faults, 
 'i by grace tny pardon feaPd. 
 
 6 This flidi 1 invi . is to pray ; 
 
 When Iks a raging flood 
 Temptations rife, our (trength 2nd (lay 
 I? ;i .' ( : jd. 
 
PSALM XXXII. 69 
 
 Psalm 32. Part 1. [L. M ] 
 
 LEST is the man, for ever bled, 
 Whofe guilt is pardon'd by his God f 
 Whole fins with forrow are confefs'd, 
 And cover'd with his Savior's blood. 
 
 2 Blefr. is the man to whom the Lord 
 Imputes not his iniquities ; 
 
 He pleads no merit of reward, 
 And not on works, but grace relies. 
 
 3 From guile his heart and lips are free : 
 His humble joy, his holy fear, 
 
 With deep repentance well agree, 
 And join to prove his faith Hncere. 
 
 4 How glorious is that righteoufnefs 
 That hides and cancels all his fins I 
 While a bright evidence of grace 
 Thro' his whole life appears and mines. 
 
 Psalm 32.. Part 2. [L, M.] 
 
 1 TTl'THILE I keep Slence and conceal 
 
 V V My heavy guile within my heart, 
 What torment doth my confeience kd f 
 What agonies of in ward fmart ! 
 
 2 I fpread my (ins before the Lord, 
 And all my fecret fauhs confefs : 
 Thy rofpel fpeaks a patd'ning word, 
 Thy holy fpirit feals the gr?ce. 
 
 3 For this fhai! ev>y humble foul 
 Make fwift addrdTss to thy feat : 
 
7 o psalm xxxi rr. 
 
 When floods of hu^e temptations roll, 
 There fha!l they find a bleft retreat. 
 4 How fafe beneath thy wir-gs I lie, 
 
 When days grow dark and dorms appear ! 
 And when t walk, thy watchful eye 
 Shall guide me fa^e from evVy fnare. 
 
 Psalm i$. Part I. [C. M.] 
 
 1 YJ E JO ICE, ye righteous in the Lord, 
 £Sl. This work belongs to you : 
 
 Sin? of his name, his ways, his word, 
 How holy, juft and true ! 
 
 2 His mercy and his righteouinefs 
 
 Let heay'n and earth proclaim : 
 His works of nature and of grace 
 Reveal his wond'rous name. 
 
 3 His wildora and almighty word 
 
 The heav'nly arches fpread : 
 And by the fpirit of the Lord 
 Their mining hoils were made. 
 
 4 He bid the liquid waters flow 
 
 To their ?p] oiated deep ; 
 The flowing Teas their limits know, 
 And their own (tation k.ep. 
 c Ye tenants of the fjweious eanh, 
 With fear before him (land : 
 He funke, and nature took its birth, 
 And rt(ls on his command 
 6 Re fcorns the angry nations 5 rage, 
 And breads their vain deil^os j 
 
PSALM XXXII F. 7 j 
 
 His counfel Hands through every age, 
 And in full glory fhines. 
 
 salm 33. Part 2. [C. M ] 
 
 LEST is the nation, where the Lord 
 Hath fix'd his gracious throne ; 
 Where he reveals his heav'niy word, 
 And calls their tribes his own. 
 2 *His eye with infinite furvey 
 
 Does the whole world behold ; 
 He rbrm'c! us all o r equal clay, 
 And knows our feeble mould. 
 5 Kin£s are not refcu'd by the force 
 Of armies from the grave ; 
 Nor fpeed nor courage of an horfe 
 Can the bold rderfave, 
 j. Vain is the flrength of beads or men, 
 To hope fcr fafety thence ; 
 But holy fouls from Gzd ohtaia 
 A (Irona and fure defence, 
 ; God is their fear, and God their tru ft, 
 When plagues and famine fpread ; 
 His watchful eye fecures thejuft, 
 Amongft ten thoufand dead, 
 i Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice, 
 And blefs us from thy throne; 
 For v/e have made thy word our choice, 
 And truft thy grace alone. 
 
72 PSALM^XXXIII. 
 
 Psalm 33. As the 113th Pfalm. Part i« 
 
 1 "\7"E holy fouls, in God rejoice, [voice ; 
 
 Jl Your Maker's praife becomes your 
 Great is your theme, your fongshe new : 
 Sing of his name, his word, his ways, 
 His works of nature and of grace, 
 How wile and holy, juft and true ! 
 
 2 Jurtice and truth he ever loves, 
 
 And the whole earth his goodncfs proves ; 
 
 His word the heav'nly arches fpread : 
 How wide they fhine from north to fouth ! 
 And by the fpirlt of his mouth 
 
 Were all the flarry armies made. 
 
 3 Re gathers the wide flowing feas 
 (Thofe wat'ry treafures know their place) 
 
 In the vail ftorehoufe of the deep ; 
 He fnake, and ga*'e aii nature birth ; 
 And fires, and Gas, and heav'n, and earth, 
 
 Hie everlafting orders keep. 
 
 4 Let morals trembie and adore 
 A God of fuch refiftlefs pov/r, 
 
 Nor dare indulge their feeble rage : 
 Vain are your thoughts, and weak your 
 But his eternal counfel (lands. Thanes ; 
 
 And rules the world from age to age. 
 
 Fsalm 33. As the 113th Pfalm. Fart 2. 
 
 o 
 
 HAPPY nation, where the Lord 
 Reveals the ireafure of his word, 
 
PSALM XXI. XXI L 49 
 
 Whilft we glad fongs ofpralfe prepare 
 For thins almighty name. 
 
 Psalth 2 1. 1—9. [L. M.] 
 1 T*V 4VJD rejoie'd in God his flreagth, 
 JLJ' Rais'd to the throne by fpecial grace, 
 But Chrift the Son appears at Iengih, 
 Fulfils the triumph and the praife. 
 3 How great is the Meffidh's joy 
 In the fa!va*ion of thy hand ! 
 Lord, thou haft rais'd His kingdom high, 
 And giv'n the world to his command. 
 
 3 Thy goodnefs grants whate'er he will, 
 Nor doth the lead requeft withhold i 
 Blefllngs of love prevent him ftili, 
 And crowns cf glory, not of gold, 
 
 4 Honor and majeily divine 
 Around his £ic?ed temples fhine : 
 Bled: with the favor cf thy face, 
 And length of everlafiir.g days. 
 
 5 Thy hand (hail find cut all his foes ; 
 And as a fiery oven glows 
 
 With raging heat, and living coals* 
 So (hall thy wrath devour their fouls. 
 
 Psalm 22. 1 — 1& Patt 1. [C. M.j 
 3 * "Y IT H Y has my God my fou! forook ? 
 V V * Nor will a fnile afford V f 
 {Thus David once in anger fpoke. 
 And thus our dying Lord,) 
 E 
 
So PSALM XXTl. 
 
 2 Ti:o' Ys thy chi? c de%ht to dwel| 
 
 Among the proiG^g faints, 
 Yet thou canft hear a groan as w-;! ! . 
 And pity our complaints. 
 
 3 Qur fathers trufted in thj t 
 
 And great deWVrance found ; 
 
 But I'm a worm, defpis'd of men. 
 
 Ana trodden to the ground, 
 
 4 Shaking the head they pafs me by, 
 
 And laugh my foul to fcorn : 
 * In vain he truth in God,' they cry, 
 ' Ke'gie'eTed and forlorn.' 
 
 5 But thou ari he, who form d my flefh 
 
 By thine almighty word ; 
 And fince I hung upon thy breaft 
 My hope is in t! e Lord. 
 
 6 Wi y will my father hide his face, 
 
 When foes Rand threai'ning rounds 
 lo the dirk hour oi deep diftr.fs, 
 And not a he'.pei found ? 
 
 PAUSE* 
 
 *j B hold thy darling left amsng 
 The cruel and the proud, 
 As bulls of Bafhan fierce and ftrong, 
 As hens- roaring roiid. 
 
 £ From ear h and he!! my forrows meet, 
 To multiply the fmart ; 
 They r.aii try hands, they pierce my feet, 
 And try to yea my bean. 
 
PSALM XXII. 52 
 
 9 Yet, if thy fov'refgn hand let Icofe 
 
 The rage of earth and he!!, 
 Why will my heav'nly father hruife 
 The Son he loves (o weH. 
 
 10 My Gol if poiTible it be, 
 
 ■ Withhold this bitter cup : 
 But I refign rsy will to thee, 
 And drink the farrows up. 
 
 11 My heart diiToh'es with pa>gs unknown, 
 
 In groans I wade my breath ; 
 Thy heavy hand has brought me down 
 Low as the duft of death. 
 
 12 Father, I give my fpirit up, 
 
 And trull it in thy hand : 
 My dying flem flikil reft in hope, 
 And rife at thy eoniniarid. 
 
 Psalm 22. Verfe 20. 2r. 27-^-31. 
 Part 2. [C. M] 
 
 1 * \"fQW from the roaring lion's rage* 
 
 ±\ * O Lord, piotecl thy Son ; 
 • Nor leave thy Barling to engage 
 4 The pow a rs of hell alone.' 
 
 2 Thus did cur fjfT'ring Savior pray, 
 
 With mighty cries and tears ; 
 God heard him in that dreadful day, 
 And chas'd away his fears, 
 
 3 Great was the victory of his death* 
 
 His throne exalted high ; 
 And all the kindreds of the earth 
 Shall worfcio, or Hull die. 
 
5* PSALM XXII. 
 
 4 A num'rous offspring mufl arife 
 
 From his expiring groans : 
 They (hall be reckon'd in his eyes 
 For daughters and for fens. 
 
 5 The roe^k and humble fouls fhali fee 
 
 His table richly fpread ; 
 And all that feek the Lord (hall be 
 
 With j^ys immortcd fed. 
 5 The Iflcs fh^U know the righteoufnefs 
 
 Of our incarnate God ; 
 And rations yet unborn profefs 
 
 Salvation in his blocd. 
 
 Psalm 22. [L, M.3 
 
 1 \TOW let our mournful fongs record 
 X^ The dying forrows of our Lord, 
 When he corr>p!i;in'd ^n tears and blood, 
 As cr.e forf«4ktn of his God. 
 
 3 The jews beheld him thus forlorn, 
 
 And fhock iheir heads, and laugh'd inicornj 
 
 * Ke refcu 5 d others from the grave, 
 
 * Now let him try bimfelf :o fave. 
 3 * This is the man did once pretend 
 
 J God v?^ his Father and his friend ; 
 ' It God the blviTd lev'd him fo, 
 v Why do\h he fail to help him now V 
 4. Barbarous pecp'e ! cruel priefrs ! 
 
 How they itcod round like favage bcalb 1 
 
 Like liens gaping to devour, 
 
 When God hsa left Kim in their pbw'r. 
 
PSALM XXI2I. S3 
 
 5 They wound his head, his hands, bis feet, 
 Til! dreams of blood each other meet ; 
 By lot his garments they divide, 
 
 And mock the rsngs in which he dy'd. 
 
 6 But God, his Father, heard his cry : 
 Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high ; 
 The nations learn his rlghteoufhefs, 
 
 . And humble fianers ta(h his grace. 
 
 Psalm 23. [L. M] 
 
 1 Ti /J Y Shepherd is the living Lord 2 
 JjVJL Now fnali my wants be weii fupply'd ; 
 His providence and holy word 
 
 Become my fafety and my puide. 
 
 2 In padures where ialvation grows 
 
 Ke makes me k$d t he makes me reft ; 
 There living water gently flows, 
 And ail the food's divinely bk(\* 
 
 3 My wand'ring feet his ways mi (lake, 
 But he redores my foul to peace, 
 And leads me, for his mercy's fake, 
 To the fair paths of righteoufbefs. 
 
 4 Tho* I walk thro' the gloomy vale, 
 Where death and all its terrors are, 
 My heart and hope shall never fail, 
 For God my fhepherd's with me there* 
 
 5 Anndft the daiknefs and the deeps, 
 Thou art my comfort, thou my (lay ; 
 
 E 2 
 
54. P&AiM XXIII. 
 
 Thy Raff fupports my feeble (reps, 
 Thy «cd dirties my doubtful way, 
 
 6 The fens of earth and foos of hell 
 Gaze at thy goodnefs and repine 
 To lee my table fpread fo we!! 
 With living bread and cheerful wins. 
 
 7 [How I rejoice, when on my head 
 Thy Spirit condescends to reft ! 
 'Tis a divine annointtng, {bed 
 Like oil of glad ne fs at a feafli. 
 
 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord 
 Attend his houfehold all their jday^ ; 
 '1 here will 1 dwell to hear his word, 
 To feek h,s face and ling his praife.] 
 
 Psalm 23. £C. M ] 
 
 1 "II ^Y Shepherd will fuppiy rrvy need,, 
 JlVjL Jehovah is his nasfcle ; 
 
 jn pafture frefft he makes roe feed 
 Beikle the i . v i n p fiream. 
 
 2 He brings my wandYirtg fpirit back> 
 
 When I foifake h s ways ; 
 And leads n e, fur his mercy's fake, 
 lr. paths of truth and grace. 
 
 3 When I wa'k thro' the ihades of deaths 
 
 Thy preftnee is my Stay ; 
 A word of thy Supporting bieath 
 Drives all mv feai s aw rt y. 
 
 4 Thy hand, in fuite of all my foes, 
 
 l)oth (till my table fprsad % 
 
PSALM XXIIL 55 
 
 My cup with blefHngs oversows, 
 Thine oil annoints my head e 
 
 5 The fare provifions of my God 
 
 Attend me all my days ; 
 
 O may thy houfe be mine ^bode. 
 And al! my work be prasfe. 
 
 6 There would I find a fettled ref* 8 
 
 (While others go and come) 
 No more a Granger or a gueft, 
 But like a child, at home. 
 
 Psalm 23. [S. M.] 
 
 1 r*|?fiJE Lord my Shepherd is, 
 
 JL I Hiall be well fupply'd ; 
 
 Since he is mine, and I am his, 
 
 What can I want befide ? 
 
 2 He leads me to the place 
 
 Where heav'nly pailure grows, 
 Where living waters gently pafs* 
 And full la $ vat ion Sows. 
 
 3 If e'er I £0 aftray, 
 
 He doth my feui reclaim, 
 And guides me in his own right way, 
 For his mod: holy name. 
 
 4 While he affords his aid, 
 
 I cannot yield to fear ; 
 TW I mould wa'kthro' death's dark {hade, 
 My Shepherd's with me there. 
 
 5 In 1 pite of all my foes 
 
 Thou daft ny table f^z6 | 
 
56 . PSALM XXIV. 
 
 My cup with bleffings overflows, 
 
 And joy exahs n y head. 
 6 The bounties of thy love 
 
 Shaii crown my following Jays : 
 Nor from thy houfe will I remove, 
 
 Nor ceafe to fyesk thy praife. 
 
 Psalm 24. [C. Ml] 
 
 1 npKE earth for ever 13 the Lord's, 
 
 JL With Adam's num'rous race; 
 He rais'd its arches o'er the floods, 
 And built it 00 the leas. 
 
 2 But who among the fons of men 
 
 May vilit thine abode ? 
 He that haih hands from mi fchief clean, 
 Whofe heart is right with God. 
 
 3 This is the man may life and take 
 
 The btt flings of his grace: 
 Ti is is the lot of thofe that fcek 
 
 The God of Jacob's face. 
 4. Now let our foul's immortal pow'rs 
 
 To 'in-set the Lord prepare; 
 Lift up their everlalfcing doors, 
 
 The King of Glory's near. 
 5 The King of Glory ! Who can tell 
 
 The wonders of his might ? 
 He rules the nations; but to dwell 
 
 With faints is bis delight. 
 
PSALM XXIV. 5$ 
 
 Psalm 24. [L. M.] 
 
 THIS fpacious earth is al! the Lord's,, 
 And men, and worms, and beaQi 
 and birds, 
 He raised the building on the feas, 
 And gave it for their dwelling place. 
 But there's a brighter world on high* 
 Thy palace, Lord, above the flcy ; 
 Who (hail afcend that bkft, abode, 
 And dwtll (0 near his Maker, God ? 
 Ke that abhors and fears to fin, 
 Whofe heart is pure, whofe hands are dea3„ 
 Him {hall the Lord, ; he Savior blefs. 
 And clothe his foul with righteoufneisc 
 Thefe are the m?n, the pious race, 
 That feek the God of Jacob's face ; 
 Thefe /hall enjoy the b!ifs r ul fight $ 
 And dwell in ever'ading light, 
 
 pause. 
 Rejoice, ye fhining worlds on high* 
 Behold the King, of Glory nigh 1 
 Who can this King of Glory be ? 
 The mighty Lord, the Savior's he. 
 Ye heav'nly ga*es, your kaves a fplay, 
 To make the Lord the Savior way : 
 Laden with fpoils from earth- and hell, 
 The conqu'ror con es, with God to dwell. 
 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before, 
 He opens htavVs eteraal daor f 
 
53 P3ALM XXV. 
 
 To give his Taints a blefr. abode. 
 
 Near their Redeemer, arid their God. 
 
 Psalm 25. 1 — n. Part !. [3. M.] 
 
 LIFT my foul ro God, 
 My trud is in his name : 
 Let nor my foes that f?ek my blood 
 Still triumph in my fname. 
 2 Sin and the pow'rs cf hell 
 Perfuade me to defpair ; 
 Lord, make me know thy cov'nani 
 we!!, 
 That I rray 'fcape the fnare. 
 5 From the firft dawning iigh':, 
 Til! the dark evening rife, 
 For thy G! vat ion, Lord, I wait, 
 With ever longing eyes. 
 
 4 Remember all thy grace, 
 
 And lead me in thy truth ; 
 Forgive the fins of riper days, 
 And follies of my youth. 
 
 5 The Lord is juft anJ kind ; 
 
 The meek (hail learn his ways ; 
 And ev'ry humble fmner find 
 The methods of ris grace. 
 
 6 For his own goodnefs fake 
 
 He faves my Lu\ from fliame : 
 He pardons (though my guile be great) 
 Thro' my Redeemer's name. 
 
PSALM XXV, 
 
 59 
 
 Psalm 25. I 2, 14, ic, 13, Part 2. [3. M] 
 
 HERE (haH the man ; be found 
 1 hat fears t' offend his God ; 
 That loves the gofpei's joyful found, 
 
 And trembles at the rod ? 
 The Lord {hail make him know 
 
 The fecrets of his heart, 
 The wonders cf his cov'nant (hew, 
 
 And ail his love impart. 
 The dealings of his hand 
 
 Are truth and mercy (till* 
 With fuch as to his cov'nant (larcd, 
 
 And love to do his will. 
 Their fouls (hall dwell at eafe 
 
 Before their Makers' face. 
 Their feed (hall tafte the promifes 
 
 la their extenfive grace. 
 
 Psalm 25. 15 — 22. Part 3. [S, 
 
 INE eyes and my defire 
 Are ever to the Lord ; 
 1 love to plead h's promifes, 
 
 A*nd red upon his word. 
 Turn, turn thee to my fou! ; 
 Bring thy falmion near : 
 When will thy hand reltafe my feet 
 
 Out of the deadly fnare ? 
 When (h£jj the fuv'reign grace 
 
 Of my for 
 
 iving God 
 
 M.J 
 
So PSALM XXVI. 
 
 Reftcre me from tlofe dang'rous ways 
 My war. i'ring feet have trod ? 
 
 4 The tumult of my thoughts 
 
 Doth but en'arge my woe : 
 My fpirit languages, my heart 
 Is cefo'ate and low. 
 
 5 With ev'ry morning light 
 
 My f >rrow new begins : 
 Look on my anguifhand rry pain* 
 And pardon all my fins, 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 Behold the bolls of hell! 
 
 How cruel is their hate ! 
 Againft my life they rife, and jok> 
 
 Their fury with deceit. 
 1 O ! keep my foul from death, 
 
 Nor put my hope to fhame ; 
 For I have plac d my cn!y truft 
 
 In my Redeemer's name. 
 8 Wi'h humble fdi'h I wait 
 
 To fee thy face again ; 
 Of Ifrael it (hall ne'er be faid, 
 
 4 fie fought the Lord in vain." 
 
 Psalm z6. [L. M.] 
 
 i JUDGE me, O Lord, and prove my 
 J ways, 
 
 And try my reins, and try my heart ; 
 My faith upon thy promife ftays, 
 Nor from ;hy law my ieet depart. 
 
PSALM XXXIV. 73 
 
 And Builds his church, his earthly throne! 
 His eye the heathen world furveys, 
 He form* d their hearts, he knows their ways ; 
 
 But God their Maker is unknown. 
 
 2 Let kings rely upon their hofts, 
 
 And of his firength the champion boaft ; 
 
 In vain they boafr, in vain rely: 
 In vain we truft the brutal force, 
 Or fpeed, or courage of an horfe, 
 
 To guard his rider or to fly. 
 
 3 The eye of thy ccmpaflion, Lord, 
 Doth more fecure defence afford, 
 
 When death or dangers threat'ning&andj 
 Thy watchful eye preferves the juff, 
 Who make thy name their fear and trail, 
 
 When wars of famine walls the land, 
 
 4 In ficknefs, or the bloody field, 
 Thou our phyfkian, thou our fhield, 
 
 Send us falvation from thy throne: 
 We wait to fee thy good nets fh'ne ; 
 Let us rejoice in help divine, 
 
 For all our hope is God alone. 
 
 Psalm 34. Part 1. [L, M.j 
 
 ORD, I will blefs thee all my days, 
 Thy praife fhall dwell upon ray 
 tongue : 
 My foul (hall glory in thy grace, 
 While faints rejoice to hearth- fo.io 
 G 
 
74 PSALM XXXIV, 
 
 2 Come, minify the Lord wrh me ; 
 Come, let us all exa't his name: 
 
 I fought tV eternai God* and be 
 Hath not expos'd my hope to (hame. 
 
 3 I told him ail my [tent prief, 
 
 My iecret groaning reaclvd his ears ; 
 He gave my inward pains relief, 
 And caim'd t\;e tumult of my Pars. 
 
 4 To him the poor life up their eyes, 
 With heav'nly joy thtir faces thine; 
 A beam of mercy from the fides 
 Fills them 'with Hght and joy divine, 
 
 5 His holy angei$ pitch '.heir tents 
 Around the men that ferve the Lord : 
 O f^ar and love him ail y? faints, 
 Tafteor i is grace and trail his word ! 
 
 6 The wild young lions, p'nch'd with pajn 
 And hunger, roar thro* ?'! the wood ; 
 
 - none (hall feek the Lord in vain, 
 Nor want iupplies of re*! good. 
 
 Psalm 34. Ver. 1 1 — 22. Part 2. [L. M-] 
 
 1 /""i HI LB REN; in yeais and knowledge 
 %_S young, 
 
 Your parents' hope, ycur parents' joy, 
 Attend the counfels of my tongue ; 
 Let pious thoughts your minds employ-. 
 
 2 If you dtfir; a length of days, 
 
 And peace to crown your mortal Hate, 
 
PSALM XXXIV. 75 
 
 Reft rain your feet from impious ways. 
 Your lips from fhnder and deceit, 
 
 3 The eyes of God regard his fain.t? 9 
 His ears are open to their cries ; 
 H? fets his frowning face agaiufl 
 The fons of violence, and lies. 
 
 4 To humble fouls and broken hearts* 
 God wftfi his grace is ever nigh ; 
 Pardon and hope his love imparts, 
 When men in deep contrition lie. 
 
 5 He tells their tears, he counts their groans, 
 His Son redeems their fouls from dea.h ; 
 His Spirit hea4s their broken bones, 
 They in his praife employ their breath. 
 
 Psalm 34 Ver. i.— -io. Part.i. [CM] 
 
 1 T'LL bltfs the Lord from day to day ; 
 JL How good are all his ways ! 
 
 Ye humble f::u!s that ufe to pray, 
 Come, help my iips to pra'fe. 
 
 2 Sing to the honor of his name, 
 
 Jriow a poor fufPrer cr/6 ; 
 Nor was his hope expos'd to fhame, 
 Nor was his fuit deiy'd. 
 
 3 When threatming for rows round me flood, 
 
 And endle ;fears arcfc, 
 Like the loud billows of a flood, 
 Redoubling ail my woes ; 
 
 4 I tohd the Lord my fore di'trefs, 
 
 With heavy groans aad tears ; 
 
70 PSALM XXXIV. 
 
 He nave my fharpeft torments eafe, 
 And fileoc'd all my fears. 
 pause. 
 
 5 [O unners ! come and tafre his love, 
 
 Come, learn his pleafant ways, 
 And let your own experience prove 
 The fweetnefs of his grace. 
 
 6 He bids his angels pitch their tents 
 
 Round where his children dwell, 
 What ills their heav'nly care prevents 
 No earthly tongue can teli.j 
 
 7 [O love the Lord, ye faints of his ! 
 
 His eye regards the juft : 
 How richly blefs'd their portion is 
 
 Who make the Loid their truft ! 
 3 Young liens, pinch'd with hunger, roar, 
 
 And fa.mifli in the wood : 
 But God fuppiies ris holy poor 
 
 With every needful good 3 
 
 Psalm 34. Ver. 11— 12. Part 2. [CM,] 
 
 1 ^lOME, children, learn to fear the 
 \_v Lord : 
 
 And that your days be long, 
 Let not a falfe or fpiteful word 
 Be found upon your tongue. 
 
 2 Depart from ihifchicf, practice love, 
 
 Purfue the works of peace, 
 So ihall the Lord your ways approve, 
 And fct your fouls at cafe. 
 
PSALM XXXV. 77 
 
 3 H!s eyes awake to guard the juft, 
 
 His ears attend their cry ; 
 When broken fprrits d"wefl in dtr&, 
 The Gcd of grace is nigh. 
 
 4 "What though the forrows here they 
 
 tafte 
 Are (harp and tedious too, 
 The Lord who faves them all at'laft, 
 Is their fupporter now. 
 
 5 Evil fhal! fmite the wicked dead | 
 
 But God fecures his own, 
 Prevents the mifchief when they fiide ? 
 Or heals the broken bone. 
 
 6 When defo'ation like the flood 
 
 O'er the proud finner rol)s, 
 Saints find a refuge in their God, 
 For he redeem'd their fouls. 
 
 Psalm 35. Ver. 1—9 Part 1. [C. M.] 
 
 1 VTOW plead my caufe, almighty God, 
 XN With all the fons of ftrife ; 
 iind fight againft the men of blood? 
 
 Who fight againft my life. 
 
 2 Draw out thy fpear and flop their way, 
 
 Lift thine averaging rod ; 
 
 But to my foal in mercy fay, 
 
 * 1 am thy Savior God. 8 
 
 3 They piant their fnares to c??ch my feet, 
 
 And nsis of mifchief fjscead j 
 
 a 7. 
 
78 PSALM XXXV. 
 
 Flunge the deftroyers in the pit 
 That their own hands have made. 
 
 4 Let fogs and darknefs hide their way, 
 
 And flipp'ry be their ground; 
 Thy wrath mall make their lives a prey, 
 And all their rage confound. 
 
 5 They fly like chaff before the wind, 
 
 Before thine angry breath ; 
 The angel of the Lord behind 
 Purfues them down to death. 
 
 6 They love the road that leads to hell ; 
 
 Then let the rebels die, 
 Whcfe malice is implacable 
 Againft the Lord on high. 
 
 7 But if thcu had; a chofen few 
 
 Amongft: that impious race, 
 Divide then from the bloody crew, 
 By thy furprifing grace. 
 
 8 Then will I raife my tuneful voice, 
 
 To make thy wonders known : 
 In their laivation I'll rejo'.c?, 
 And bSefs thee for my own. 
 
 Psalm 35-Ver. 12—14, Part 2. [C. M.] 
 EHCLD! the love, the gen'rous love, 
 That holy David ihows : 
 ri-rk, how his founding bowels move 
 To his afrlicled foes ! 
 2 When they are lick, his foul complains, 
 And feems to fee; thefmart : 
 
PSALM XXXVI. 79 
 
 The fpirit oFthe gofpei reigns, 
 And melts his pious heart. 
 
 3 How d d his flowing tears condole^, 
 
 As for a brother dead ! 
 And farting mortify'd his fouf, 
 While for their life he pray'd. 
 
 4 They groan'd, and curs'd him on their bed. 
 
 Yet dill he pleads and mourns ; 
 And doub'e bleffings on his head 
 The righteous God returns. 
 
 5 O glorious type of heav'nly grace I 
 
 Thus Chrift the Lord appears : 
 While Sinners curfe, the Savior prays, 
 And pities thera with tears. 
 
 6 He, the true David ; Ifr'el's king, 
 
 Bieftandhelov'd of God, 
 To fave us rebels, dead in fin, 
 Paid his own deareft blood. 
 
 Psalm 36. Ver. 5 — 9. [L. M.j 
 
 i IT IGH in the heav'ns, eternal God ! 
 JljL Thy goodnefs in full glory mines. 
 Thy truth (hall break thro' ev'ry cloud, 
 That veils and darkens thy defigns. 
 
 2 For ever firm thy jufUce ftands, 
 
 As mountains their foundations keep j 
 Wife are the wonders of thy hands ; 
 Thy judgments are a mighty deep, 
 
 3 Thy providence is kind and large, 
 Both man and beaft thy bounty fiare 5 
 
So PSALM XXXVI. 
 
 The whole creation {$ \\ y charge, 
 But fiinrs are thy peculiar care. 
 
 4 My God ! haw exc -:len thy grace, 
 Whence all our hope and comfort iprings ! 
 The fons of Adam in dillrefs 
 
 X*'Iy to the fhadow of d^.y wings. 
 
 5 Fjor-i the provisions o r thy houfe, 
 We fbaH be fed with ftte; t repaft ; 
 There mercy like a is er flows, 
 And brings faivation to our tafie. 
 
 6 Life, iike a fountain rich and free, 
 Springs from the prefence of my Lord, 
 And in thy 1 ght our fouls mail fee 
 The glories promis'd ia thy word. 
 
 Psalm 36 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9. [C. MJ 
 
 ! ~\~KT HILE men grow bold in wicked 
 • v.V And yet a God they own, [ways, 
 Mv heart within me often fays, 
 
 4 Their thoughts btlitve there's none,' 
 
 2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare 
 
 ( Whate'^r their I ps proofs,) 
 
 God hath no wrath for them to fear, 
 
 * Nor will they feek his grace.* 
 
 3 Whatftrange f?lf fhtt'ry blinds their eye? ! 
 
 But here's no haft'ning hear. 
 When they (hall fee with fore furprife 
 The terrors of thy pow'r. 
 
 4 Thy juitice mail maintain its throne, 
 
 Tr.o' mountains melt away ; 
 
psalm xxxvr: 
 
 Thy judgments are a world unknown, 
 A deep unfathomM Tea 
 5 Above thefe heav'ns created rounds, 
 Thy mercies, Lord, extend : 
 Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds 
 Where time and nature ends. 
 5 Safety to man thy goodnefs brings, 
 Nor overlooks the beafr : 
 Beneath the fhadow of thy wings 
 Thy children choofe to reft. 
 
 7 [Front thee, when creature flreamsrun i< 
 
 And mortal comforts die, 
 Perpetual fprings of life mail flow, 
 And raife our pieafures high. 
 
 8 Tho' all created light decay, 
 
 And death ciofe up our eyes* 
 Thy prefence makes eternal day, 
 Where clouds can never rife.} 
 
 Psalm 36. Ver. 1—7. [S. M.] 
 
 1 "TTCTHEN man grows bold In fin* 
 
 VV My heart within me cries, 
 * He hath no faith of God within, 
 * Nor fear before his eyes.' 
 
 2 [He walks, a while conceal'd, 
 
 In a felf-flatt 3 ring dream, 
 Till his dark crimes, at once reveal'd* 
 Expofe his hateful name ] 
 
 3 His heart is falfeand foul, 
 
 His words are fmooih aad fair | 
 
PSALM XXXVII. 
 
 Wifdrm is bani/h'd from his foul, 
 And leaves no goodnefs there. 
 
 4 H plots upon his bed, 
 
 New mifchiefs to fulfil: 
 He f. ts his I cart, his hand and head, 
 To practice a'l that's ill. 
 
 5 But there ? s a dreadful God, 
 
 Tho* men renounce his fear ; 
 His ju'iice, hid behind the cicud, 
 Shall one rreat day appear. 
 
 6 His truth tranfcer.ds the fky ; 
 
 In heav'n his rn-rcies dwell ; 
 Deepa9 the {ea his judgments tie, 
 His anger barns to hell. 
 
 7 How excellent bis love, 
 
 Whence all our fafcty fprings ! 
 O never let my foul remove 
 From underneath his wings. 
 
 Psalm 37. Ver t— -15. Part 1. [C. M,] 
 
 1 \ ~KJ HY (hould I vex my foul, and fret 
 
 \ V To fee the wicked rife } 
 Or envy finners waxing great 
 By violence and lies ? 
 
 2 As flow'ry grafs, cut down at noon, 
 
 Before the ev'ning rades, 
 So (hail their glories vanim foon 
 In everlaft.ng (hades. 
 
 3 Then let me make the Lord my truft, 
 
 An<3 prauice ail that's good, 
 
PSALM XXXVIT. $3 
 
 So {hall I dwell among the juft, 
 And he'll provide me food. 
 
 4 I to my God my ways commit, 
 
 And cheerful wait tas will : 
 Thy hand which f uidcs my doubtful feet, 
 Shall my defires fulfil, 
 
 5 Mine innocence (halt thou difp'ay, 
 
 And make thy judgments known, 
 Fair as the light or dawning day, 
 And glorious as the noon 
 
 6 The meek, at laft, the eanh pciTcfs, 
 
 And are the heirs of heav'n , 
 True riches, with abundant pe^ce, 
 To humble fouls are giv'n. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 f Reft in the Lord and k?ep his way, 
 Nor let your an^er rife, 
 Tho' Providence iliou'd long delay 
 To punifh haughty \\ce. 
 & Let finners join to break your pesee, 
 And plot, and rage, and foam ; 
 The Lord derides them, for he fees 
 Their day of vengeance come. 
 9 They have drawn out the threat'ning fword, 
 Have bent their mutd'rous bow, 
 To flay the men that fear the Lord, 
 And bring the righteous Sow. 
 io My God fiiall break their bows ? ana burs 
 Their persecuting darts ; 
 
8 4 PSALM XXXVII. 
 
 Shall their own fwords again ft them turn 
 And pain furprife their hearts. 
 
 Fsalm 37. Ver. 16, 2i, 26 — 3r. Part 2. 
 [C. M.j 
 
 1 "TXT^Y ^° * l ^ e wealthy wicked boaft, 
 
 V V And grow profanely bold ? 
 The meaneft portion of the ju(l 
 Excels the Tinner's gold, 
 
 2 The wicked borrows of his friends, 
 
 But ne'er defigns to pay ; 
 
 The faint is merciful and lends, 
 
 Nor turns the poor away. 
 
 3 His alms with lib'ral heart he gives 
 
 Amcngfr. the fons of need j 
 His mem'ry to long ages lives,, 
 And blelTed is his f;ed. 
 
 4 His lip? abhor to talk profane, 
 
 To flander or defr-iud ; 
 His ready tcngue declares to men, 
 What ha has learn'd of God, 
 
 5 The law and gofpel of the Lord 
 
 Deep in his heart abide ; 
 
 Led by the fpiri: and the word, 
 
 His feet (hall never Aide. 
 
 6 When tinners fall, the righteous (land, 
 
 Preferv'd from ev'ry (nare ; 
 They mail pofTefs the promis'd land, 
 And dwell for ev:r there. 
 
PSALM XXXVII. S$ 
 
 Psalm 37. Ver. 23—37. Part 3. [C. M ] 
 
 1 T\/rY God, the fteps of pious men 
 IS/a. Are order' d by thy will ; 
 Tho' they (houid faii, they rife again, 
 
 Thy hand fupports them (till. 
 
 2 The Lord delights to fee their ways. 
 
 Their virtue he approves : 
 He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace, 
 Nor leave the men he loves. 
 
 3 The heav'nly heritage is theirs, 
 
 Their portion and their home : 
 He feeds th:m now, and makes them heirs 
 Of bldlings long to come. 
 
 4 Wait on the Lord, ye fons of men, 
 
 Nor fear when tyrants frown ; 
 
 Ye mail contefs their pride was vain, 
 
 When juittce calls them down, 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 The haughty (Inner have I feen, 
 
 Not fearing man nor God, 
 Like a tall bay tree fair and green, 
 Spreading bis arms abroad. 
 6. And io j be vanifn'd from the ground, 
 Defiroy'd by hands unfeen j 
 Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was fojadj 
 Where all that pride had been. 
 7 But mark the man of righteoufnefs, 
 His fev'ral fteps attend ; 
 H 
 
86 PSALM XXXVIII. 
 
 True plcafure rurs thro' all his ways, 
 
 And peaceful is his end. 
 
 Psalm 38. [C. M.] 
 
 J A MIDST thy wrath remember love £ 
 jljL Ivcilore thy fervant, Lord ; 
 Nor let a father's crad'nihg prove 
 Like an aven er's f.vord. 
 
 2 Thine arrows Hie!; within my hearty 
 
 My flefli is lor ly pre ft : 
 Between the fonow end the /mart 
 My fpirit fhds no reft. 
 
 3 My fins a heavy load appear, 
 
 And o'er n.y head are gone; 
 Too heavy they for me to btar, 
 Too hard for me t'atone. 
 
 4 My thoughts are like a troubled fea, 
 
 My head {till bending down ; 
 And 1 go mourning all the day, 
 Beneath my father's ft own. 
 
 5 Lord, I am weak, and broken fore, 
 
 None of my pow'rs are whole ; 
 The inward anguifb makes me roar, 
 The angu fh of my foul. 
 
 6 All my defire to thee U known, 
 
 Thine eye counts ev'ry tear ; 
 And ev'ry figh, and ev'ry groan 
 Is noue'd by thine ear 
 
 7 Thou art my God, my only hope; 
 
 My God will hear me cry, 
 
Psalm xxx : :c, s? 
 
 Mv G6i will b?ar ^y fpirit up, 
 
 When K, k i f ' bids riie die, 
 3 [My f oot is erer apt to Aide, 
 My f ; es tjoice to fee ? t ; 
 Thi 7 tife their pieafure and their pride 
 n thry fuppfant my feet, 
 g 111 confcfs my guilt to thee, 
 
 And grieve for al! my (in ; 
 Til mourn how weak my graces be, 
 And beg fupport divine, 
 ro My God, forgive my follies pail, 
 And be for ever nigh ; 
 O Lord of my fa'vaMon, hafte, 
 Before thy Bryant die ! j 
 
 Psalm 39 Ver. i, 2, 3/ Part t. [C. M.] 
 
 1 r-wn BUS I refold b^fcre the Lord, 
 * Now will I watch my tongue. 
 
 * Left I let fiip one fi ; u 
 
 v. ore 
 
 • Or do my neighbor wron ' 
 
 2 And if I'm, e'er cooi'lrai.n'd to flay 
 
 Wnh men of lives profane, 
 I'll fet a double guard that day* 
 Nor let my talk be vain. 
 
 3 III fcarce allow my lips to fpeak 
 
 The pious thoughts I fee!. 
 Left fcoffers ffi'ould th J occafion take 
 To meek my holy zeal, 
 
 4 Yet if fome proper hour appear, 
 
 I'll nst be qvsr.aw'd, 
 
88 PSALM XXXIX. 
 
 But let the fccffinp {loner hear 
 That I can fpeak for God. 
 
 Psalm 39. Ver. 4 — 10. Part 2. [C. M.] 
 
 1 np* EACH me the meafure of my days, 
 
 JL Thou Maker of my frame i 
 I would futvey life's narrow fpace, 
 And learn how frail I am. 
 
 2 A fpan is all that we can boaft, 
 
 An inch or two of time ; 
 Man is but vanity and duft 
 I« all his flow'r and prime. 
 
 3 See the vain race of morta's move, 
 
 Like fliadows o'er ihe plain ; 
 They rage and flrire, defire and love, 
 But ail their noife is vain. 
 
 4 Seme walk in honor's gaudy {how, 
 
 Some dig for golden ere ; 
 They toil for heirs, they know not who, 
 And (Iraight are feen no more. 
 
 5 What (tould.I vim or wa : t for then, 
 
 From creatures, earth and du(t ? 
 They make cur expectations vain, 
 And cifappoint our truft. 
 
 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, 
 
 My fond defjres recall ; 
 I five my mortal intVeft up, 
 And make my God my ail. 
 
PSALM XXXIX, 89 
 
 Psalm 39. Ver. 9— 13. Part 3. [CM-] 
 
 1 f^\ OD of my life, look pentiy down, 
 \JW Behold the pains I fed ; 
 
 But I am dumb before thy throne, 
 Nor dare difpute thy wi ; l. 
 
 2 Difeafes are thy fervants, Lord ; 
 
 Trey come at thy command : 
 
 I'll not attempt a murrrrring wcrd 
 
 A gain ft thy chaii'ntng hand. 
 
 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, 
 
 * Remove thy fnarp rebukes ;' 
 My ftrength confumes, my fpirit dies, 
 Through thy repeated (irokes. 
 
 4 Cruih d as a moth beneath thy hand, 
 
 We moulder to the dufr ; 
 Our feeble pow'rs can ne'er withdand, 
 And all our beauty's loft, 
 '5 [This mortal life decays apace ; 
 How foon the bubb'e's broke ! 
 Adam, and ail his nu-oVous rac? 
 Are vanity and (moke: 
 
 6 I si but a fijourner below, 
 
 As ah my fathers were s 
 May I be well prepar'd to go 
 When I the fummons hear. 
 
 7 But if my life be fpar'd a while, 
 
 Bcf-ire my laft remove, 
 Thy rraife, (hall be my bufinefs ftiif, 
 /ind I'll declare thy Jove.l 
 H 2 
 
90 PSALM XL. 
 
 Psalm 40 Ver 1, 2, 3, >, 17. Part I. 
 [C. M J 
 
 1 T WAITED patient for the Lord, 
 _|_ He bovv'd to hear my cry : 
 
 Pie faw me refttn^ on his word, 
 And brought falvation nigh. 
 
 2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit, 
 
 Where mourning Ion? I lay ; 
 Ard from my bonds releas d my feet, 
 Deep bonds of miry clay. 
 
 3 Firm on a rock he made me (land, 
 
 And taught my cheerful tonaue 
 To ptaife the wonders of his hand, 
 In a new thankful fong. 
 
 4 I'll fpread his works of grace abroad 5 
 
 The faints with joy (hall hear, 
 And finners learn to m ke my God 
 The r only hope and fear. 
 
 5 How many are thy thoughts of love ! 
 
 Thy mercies, Lord, how great ! 
 We have rot words, nor hours enough, 
 Their numbers to repeat. 
 5 When I'm -fflicled, poor and low, 
 And lipht and peace depart, 
 My God beholds my heavy woe, 
 i\nd bears me on his heart. 
 
 Psalm 40. 6—9 Par 2. [C. M.] 
 rpHDS faith the Lord, * Your vork is 
 JL ' Give your burnt-ofPnngs o'er, [vain, 
 
PSALM XL. 91 
 
 1 In dying goats and bullccks flam 
 « My foul delights no more.' 
 
 2 Then fpake the Savior, * Lo I'm here, 
 
 4 My God, to do thy will ; 
 « Whate'er thy tacred books declare, 
 « Try fervant mall fulfil. 
 
 3 ' Thy law is ever in my fight, 
 
 ' I keep it near my heart ; 
 ' Mine ears are open'd with delight 
 ' To what thy lips impart ' 
 
 4 And fee, the bled Redeemer comes ! 
 
 Th 5 eternal Son appears ! 
 And at th' appointed time affumes 
 The body God prepares .' 
 
 5 Much he reveai'd his Father's grace, 
 
 And much his truth he fhew'd, 
 And preach'd the way of right eoufnefs, 
 Where great afiemblies (tood. 
 
 6 His Father's honor touch 3 d his heart, 
 
 He pity'd finntrs' cries, 
 And, to fulfil a Savior's part, 
 Was made a facnfice. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 No blood of beafts on altars fhed 
 
 Could waih the confcience clean ; 
 But the rich facnfice he paid 
 Atones for all our fin. 
 
 8 Then was the great falvation lpread ? 
 
 And Satan s kiDgdona (hook 5 
 
92 PSALM XL. 
 
 Thus by the woman's promis'd feed, 
 The ferpent's head was broke. 
 
 Psalm 40. Ver 5 — 10. [L. M.] 
 t ^T^HE wonders, Lord, thy love has 
 
 X WTOUght, 
 
 Exceed or>r praife, furmount cur thought ; 
 
 Should I attempt the long derail, 
 
 My fpeech would faint my numbers fail. 
 
 2 No blood of beafls on altars fpiit 
 
 Can cleanfe the fouhs of men from guilt j 
 But tbcu hall let before our eyts 
 An all-fufficient facrifice. 
 
 3 Lo ! thine eternal Son appears i 
 To thy dcfigns he bows his ears j 
 A (Tun es a body well prepar'd 
 
 And well performs a work fo hard. 
 
 4 ' Brhold, I come," (the Savior cries, 
 "With love a»nd duty in his eyes) 
 
 * 1 come to bear the heavy load 
 
 ' Or lies, and do thy will, my God, 
 
 5 * 'Tis written in thy great decree, 
 
 * ' lis in thy book foretold of me, 
 ' I n.uft fulfil the Savior's part ; 
 
 ' A nd lo ! thy law is in my heart. 
 
 6 ' I'll magnify thy f o y law, 
 
 * And rtbe's to obedience draw, 
 
 * Whe^ on m y crc '* s 1 ni ''^ ^ ^'S^> 
 
 * Or to my crown above the fky. 
 
PSALM XLI. XLII. 93 
 
 7 » The fpirit fna!l defcend, and ftiow 
 ' What thou haft done, and what I do ; 
 * The wond ring world fhall learn thy grace* 
 ' Thy wifdom and thy righteoufnefs.' 
 
 Psalm 41. Ver. 1, 2, 3. [L. M.]] 
 
 LEST is the man whofe bowels m ove^ 
 And melt wrh pi^y to the poor ; 
 Whole foul by fympathizing lov? 
 Feels what his fellow-faints endure. 
 H:s heart contrives for their relief 
 More good than his own hands can do j 
 He, in the time of gen ral £>rief 
 Shall find the Lord ha:h bowels too. 
 His foul {lull live fecureon earth, 
 With fecret bleflings on his head, 
 When drought, and peftllence, and dcarthj 
 Around him multiply their dead. 
 Or if he languifh on his couch, 
 God will pronounce his fins forgiv'n, 
 Will fave him with a healing touch, 
 Or take his willing foul to heav'n. 
 
 Psalm 42. 1 — 5, Part 1. [CM.] 
 
 WITH earned longings of the mind. 
 My God, to thee I look ; 
 So pants the hunted hart to find 
 
 And tafte the cooling brook. 
 When mall I fee thy courts of grace ? 
 And meet my God again , ? 
 
34 f J SALM XLIL 
 
 So Io-g an abfence from thy hci 
 My heart endures with pain. 
 
 3 Temptations vex my weary foul, 
 
 4 nd *ears are my repair ; 
 The foeinfuits without control, 
 ' And where's your God at lafi V 
 
 4 'Tis with a mournful plenfure now 
 
 I tnink on ancient days : 
 Then to >hy hoi fe did numbers no, 
 And all cur work w?s praife. 
 
 5 Bu f why, my fou!, funk down fo far 
 
 Beneath this heavy !oad ? 
 Why do my thoughts indulge dsfpair, 
 
 And fin a^aini! my God ? 
 5 Hope in the Lord* whofe mighty hani 
 
 Can all thy woes remove ; 
 For I dull yet befote i im (land, 
 
 And (in 4 restoring love. 
 
 Psalm 42. 6 — 11. Part 2. ^L. M.J 
 
 : "j\ IT Y" fpirit (irks within me, Lord ; 
 J-v.JL Bu f I will call thy name to mind, 
 An J tiroes ofp*(l diftrefs recor" 1 , 
 When I have found n>y G »d was k'nd. 
 
 2 Huge troubles, with 'UTiuhuous noife, 
 Swtil like a Tea, and round me fpread ;. 
 Thy water- fpouts diown all my joys, 
 An J rifing wav?s roll o'er my head. 
 
 3 Yet will the Lord command r is 1 -ve, 
 When I ad Irefs his thr one by day 5 
 
PSALM XL1V, 95 
 
 Nor in the nigHt bis grace remove ; 
 The night (hall hear me fing and pray. 
 
 4 I'll caft myfelf before his feet, 
 
 And fay, ' My God, my heav'nly rock ! 
 
 * Why doth thv love fo long forget 
 
 * The fou! that groans beneath thy ftroke?' 
 
 5 I'll chide my heart tha* finks (o low ; 
 Why mould my foul indulge her grief? 
 Hope in the Lord, and prafe him too ; 
 He is my r ft, my fure relief. 
 
 6 Thy light and truth fhal! guide me ftil! ; 
 Thy word fhall my -bed thoughts employ, 
 And lad me to thy heav'nly hi!!, 
 
 My God, my moft exceeding joy. 
 
 Psalm 44. i, 2, 3 8, 15 — 26 [C. M.] 
 
 1 "! ORD, we have heard thy works of old*. 
 1, a Thy works of pow't and grace^ 
 When to our ears our fathers told 
 
 The wonders of their days- 
 
 2 How thou did ft build thy churches here? 
 
 And make thy gofpe! known ; 
 Amongft them cid thine arm appear, 
 Thy light and glory (hone. 
 
 3 In God they boafted all the day, 
 
 And in a cheerful throng 
 Did thoufand.s meet to praife and pray % 
 And grace was ail their foo?. 
 
 4 But now our fou's are feiz'd with (haiue, 
 
 Confufion fills our face e 
 
96 PSALM XLIV. 
 
 To hear the enemy blafpheme, 
 And fools reproach thy grace. 
 
 5 Yet have we not forgot our God, 
 
 Nor falfe'y dea't with heav'n ; 
 Nor have cur fleps declin'd the road 
 Of duty thou haft giv J n. 
 
 6 Tho K dragons all around us roar 
 
 With their deftructive breath, 
 And ihirie own hand hath bruis'd us fore 
 Hard by the gates of death. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 We are expos'd all day to die, 
 
 As martyrs for thy caufe, 
 As iheep for flmghter bound we lie 
 By (harp and bloody laws. 
 f> Awake, ank, almighty Lord ! 
 
 Why fleeps thy wonted grace ! 
 Why mould we look Ike men abhorr'd, 
 Or banihYd fiom thy face? 
 9 Wilt thou for ever cart us off, 
 And (lill neglecl our cries, 
 F-r ever hide thy heav'nly love 
 From our afflicled eyes ? 
 JO Down to the duft our foul is bow'd, 
 And dies upon the ground: 
 Rife for our he'p, rebuke the proud, 
 And all their pow'rs confour.d. 
 1 1 Redeem us from perpetual ftame, 
 Our Savior and our God j 
 
PSALM XLV. 97 
 
 We plead the honors of thy name, 
 The merits of thy blood. 
 
 Psalm 45. [3 M.] 
 
 1 T\/|"Y Savior and my King, 
 JL V A Thy beauties are divine ; 
 Thy lip3 with bltifings overflow, 
 And evVy grace is thine. 
 Z Now make thy glory known ; 
 Gird on thy dreadful fvvord, 
 I And ride in majc-fty to fpread 
 The conquefts of thy word* 
 
 3 Strike through thy itubborn foes, 
 
 Or melt their hearts fobey ; 
 While juftice, meeRnefs, grace and tiulbj 
 Attend thy glorious way. 
 
 4 Thy laws, Q God, are right ; 
 
 Thy th? one (hall ever (land ; 
 And thy victorious gofpel prove 
 A fceptrc in thy hand. 
 
 5 [Thy Father and thy God, 
 
 Hath without meafure fnsd 
 Kis fpirit, like a joyful oil, 
 T* annoint thy facred head.] 
 
 6 [Behold, at thy right hand 
 
 The Gentile church is feea, 
 Like a fair bride in rich attire, 
 And princes guard the queen-} 
 
>3 PSALM XLV. 
 
 7 Fair bride, receive his love ; 
 
 Forget thy fa'her's houfe ; 
 Forfake thy gods, thy idol gods, 
 And pay thy Lord thy vows. 
 
 8 O let thy God and King 
 
 Thy fwteied thoughts employ ; 
 Thy children fhaU his honors fiog 
 In palaces ofjoy. 
 
 Psalm 45. [C. M.] 
 
 1 T'LL fpeak the honor? of my King ; 
 JL H'S fcrm divinely fair ; 
 
 None of the Tons of mcrta! race 
 May with the Lord compare. 
 
 2 Sweet is thy ipeech, and heav'nly grace 
 
 Upon thy lips is ftied : 
 Thy God, with bit flings infinite, 
 Hath crown'd thy facred head. 
 
 3 Gird on thy fword, vicarious prince ! 
 
 Ride with majefrk: fway : 
 Thy terror (hall llrike through thy foes, 
 And make the world obey. 
 
 4 Thy throne, O God forever flands ; 
 
 Thy word of grace (hail prove 
 A peaceful fceptre in thy hands, 
 To rule thy faints by lope. 
 
 5 Juflice and truth attend thee ftil!, 
 
 But mercy is thy choice ; 
 And God, thy God, thy foul mall fH 
 With mod peculiar joys. 
 
PSALM XLY, 99 
 
 Psalm 45. Part 1. [L. M.J 
 
 i T^T OW be n>y heart infpir'd to Cmg 
 J^ The glories of my Savior k:ng, 
 Jefus the Lord ; how heav'r.Iy fair 
 His form I how bright his beauties are I 
 
 2 O'er ail the Tons of human race 
 He ffcines with a Fupersor grace ; 
 Love from his lp.jdiv'nely flows, 
 And bleffings all his fhfe compofe. 
 
 3 Drefs thee in arms, raoft mighty Lord i 
 Gird on the terror of thy fword ! 
 
 Iq mejefty and glory ride, 
 
 With truth and meeknefs at thy fide. 
 
 4. Thine anger, like a pointed darr, 
 Shall pitrce the foes of (tubborn heart ; 
 Or words cf mercy, kind and fvyeet, 
 Shall melt the rebels at thy fcet, 
 
 5 Thy >hrone, O God for ever (lands ; 
 Grace is tbe- fceptre in thy hands ; 
 Thy la\?s and works are ju(i and right, 
 Juftice and grace are thy delighr. 
 
 *6 God, thine own God, has richly died 
 His oil cfgladnefs on thy head, 
 And with r is facred fpirit b'eft 
 His fir(r-born Ton above the reft. 
 
 J T 
 
 Psalm 45. Part 2. [L. M,] 
 
 H E King of faints, how fair his face, 
 Adorn'd with majefty and grace ! 
 
ioo PSALM XLVI. 
 
 He comes with blefiings from above, 
 And wins the nations to his love. 
 
 2 At his right hand our eyes behold 
 The queen array'd in pureft pold ; 
 The world admires her heavVly drefs, 
 Her robe of joy and righteoufnefs. 
 
 3 He forms her bt- amies like his own; 
 
 He calls and feats her near his throne : 
 Fair (hanger, let thine heart forget 
 The Ido's of thy native ftate. 
 
 4 So (hat! the King the more rejoice 
 In thee, the fav'rite of his choice; 
 Let him be lov'd, and yet adord, 
 For he's thy Maker and thy Lord. 
 
 5 O haupy hour, when thou flia't life 
 To bis ta r palace in the lk:es, 
 And all thy fons (a cuni'rous train) 
 Each like a prince in g'ory reign. 
 
 6 Let erdlefs honors crown his head ; 
 Let ev'ry aj,e lis praifes fpread ; 
 While we with cheerful fongs approve 
 The condefcenfton of his love. 
 
 Psalm 46. Part 1. [L. M.] 
 
 OD is the refuge of his faints, 
 When dorms of fharp diftrefs invade J 
 E'er we can offer our complaints, 
 Behold him prefent wtth his aid. 
 2 Let mountains from their feats be hurl *d 
 Down to the deep, and bury'd there 3 
 
PSALM XLVI. 101 
 
 Convulfion make the fVid world ; 
 Our .faith fhaH never yield to fear. 
 
 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, 
 In facred peace our f uls abide ; 
 While ev'ry nation, ev'ry fhore, 
 Trembles, and dreads the fuelling tide. 
 
 4 There is a frream, whofe gentle flow 
 Supp! : es the city of our God : 
 
 Life, love and joy, (riii gliding thro*, 
 And wat'ring our divine abode. 
 
 5 That facred ftream, thine holy word, 
 That all our raging fear controuls : 
 Sweet peace thy promifes afford, 
 And give new ftrength to fainting fouls. 
 
 6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love, 
 Secure againft a threat'ning hour ; 
 Nor can her firm foundations move. 
 Built en his truth, and arrn'd with pow'r. 
 
 Psalm 46. Part 2. [L. M.] 
 
 1 T ET Z on in her King rejoice. 
 
 i J Tho' tyrants rage and kingdoms rife j 
 He utters his almighty voice, _ 
 The nations melt, the tumult dies. 
 
 2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought ; 
 And Jacobus God is fttil par aid : 
 Behold the works his hand hath wrought i 
 What delations he has made ! 
 
 I 2 
 
ioz PSALM XLVIL 
 
 3 From Tea to Tea, thro' ail the (hores, 
 He makes the noife of battle ceafe : 
 When from on hiph his thunder roars, 
 Ke awes the trembling world to peace. 
 
 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the fpear ; 
 Chariots he barns with heav'nly flame ; 
 Keep file nee all the earth, and hear 
 The found and glory of his name. 
 
 5 * Be (liil, and learn that I am God: 
 ' I'll be exalted o'er the lands ; 
 
 * I will be known and fear'd abroad, 
 ' But fin! my throne in Z:on {hands.' 
 
 6 O Lord of hofts, almigtry King ! 
 While we fo near thy prefence dwelf, 
 Our faith (hall fit fecure, and fing 
 Defiance to the gates of hell. 
 
 Psalm 47. [C. M ] 
 
 1 ^X FOR a fhout of facred joy 
 \J To God the fov 'reign King] 
 Let ev'ry land their tongues employ, 
 
 And hymns of triumph fing. 
 
 2 Jefus our God afcends on high ! 
 
 His heav'nly guards around, 
 
 Attend him rifing thro* the fky 
 
 With trumpets' joyful found. 
 
 3 While angels ikout and prafe their King. 
 
 Let mortals learn their (trains ; 
 
 Let all the earth his honors fing ; 
 
 O'er all the earth he reigns. 
 
PSALM XLVJII. 03 
 
 4 Pvehearfe his deeds with awe profound j 
 
 Let knowledge lead the fong ; 
 Nor mock him with a folemn found, 
 Upon a thoughtlefs tongue. 
 
 5 In Ifr'el Hood his ancient throne, 
 
 He lov'd that chofen race \ 
 But now he calls the world his own, 
 And heathens tafte his grace. 
 
 6 The Gentile rations are the. Lord's, 
 
 Where Abra'rn's God is known ; 
 While pow'rs and princes, fhields and 
 Submit Ik fore his throne. [fwords, 
 
 Psalm 48. Ver. i~8. Part it [S. M/j 
 
 1 ff^i REAT is the Lord our God, 
 L\J And let his praife be great j 
 He makes his churches his abode, 
 
 His moil delightful feat. 
 
 2 Thefe temples of his grace, 
 
 How beautiful they ftand ! 
 
 The honors of our native place, 
 
 And bulwarks of our land.] 
 
 3 In Zion God is known 
 
 A refuge in diftrefs : 
 How bright hath his falvation fhone, 
 Through ail her palaces 1 
 
 4 When kings againft her join'd, 
 
 And faw the Lord was there* 
 In wild confufion of the mind 
 They fled with hatty fear. 
 
io 4 PSALM XLVIIL 
 
 5 When navies tal! and proud 
 
 Attempt to fpoil cur peace, 
 Ke fends, his tenjpefls roaring loud, 
 And finks them in the Teas. 
 
 6 Oft have our fathers told, 
 
 Our eyes have often feen, 
 How well oui God feeures the foil 
 Where his own fheep have been. 
 
 7 In ev'ry new diftrefs 
 
 We'll to his houfe repair ; 
 We'Jl think upon his wond'rous grace, 
 And feek deliv'rance there. 
 
 Psalm 48. Ver. 10 — 14. Part 2. [S. M.J 
 
 1 TT?AR as thy name is known, 
 
 J_ "The worl \ declares thy pra'fe ; 
 Thy faints, O Lord, before thy throne, 
 Their fongs of honor rafe, 
 
 2 With joy let Judah (land 
 
 On Zion's chofen hill, 
 Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, 
 And ccunfe's of thy will. 
 
 3 Let ftrangets walk around 
 
 The city where we dwell, 
 Compafs and view thine holy ground, 
 And mark the building well : 
 
 4 The orders of thy houfe, 
 
 The worfnip of thy court, 
 The cheerful fongs, the lolemn YOWS, 
 And make a fair report. 
 
PSALM XLIX. 105 
 
 5 How decent and how wife ! 
 
 How glorious to behold I 
 Beyond the pomp that charms trie eyes, 
 And rites adorn'd with gold. 
 
 6 The God we worihip now 
 
 Will guide us till we die ; 
 Will be our God while here below, 
 And ours above the fky. 
 
 Psalm 49. Ver. 6— 14. Parti. [CM] 
 
 1 ~\"KT HY doth the man of riches grow 
 
 VV To info'ence and pride, 
 To fee his wealth and honors flow 
 With ev'ry riling tide ? 
 
 2 [Why doth he treat the poor with fcorn, 
 
 Made of the ferffame clay, 
 And boad as tho' his flefh was- born 
 Of better duff than they ?J 
 
 3 Not all his treafures can procure 
 
 Hrs foul a mort reprieve, 
 Redeem from death one guilty hour, 
 Or make his brother live. 
 
 4 [Life is a blefiing can't be fold, 
 
 T-fre ranfom is fo high ; 
 Juftice will ne'er be brib'd with gold, 
 That man may never die J 
 
 5 He fres the brutifh and the wife, 
 
 The tiro'rous and the brave, 
 Quit their poffeffions, clofe their eyes 3 
 And haften to the grave. 
 
io6 PSALM XLIX. 
 
 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, 
 
 1 My houfe (ha!' ever (land : 
 * And that my name may long abide, 
 * ril give it to my land ' 
 
 7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are loft ; 
 
 How foon h 5 mem'ry dies ! 
 His n me is written in the duft 
 Where his own carcafe lies. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 8 This is the folly of their way ; 
 
 And yet their Ton?, as v^.in, 
 Approve the words their fathers fay, 
 And acl their works apain. 
 
 9 Men void of wifdom and of grace, 
 
 If honor raife them high, 
 Live like the beaft, a thooghtlefs race, 
 And like the bead they die. 
 
 10 [Laid in the grave like fi : !y fheep, 
 
 Death feeds upon them there, 
 Tiii the lafl trumpet breaks their fl:ep, 
 In terror and d*ipair J 
 
 Psalm 49. Ver. 14, 15. Part 2. [C. M.] 
 
 4 "V^E fons of pride that hate the juft, 
 \ And tramp!e on the poor, 
 When death has brought you down to duff, 
 Your pomp fhi!l ri'e no more. 
 2 The lair great day (hall change the 
 fane ; 
 When will that hour appear ? 
 
PSALM XLTX, ioj 
 
 Whe* fiiall thfejuft revive, and reign 
 
 O'er ail that fcorn'd shem here ? 
 3 God will my naked foul receive, 
 
 When fep rate from the fl- j (h ; 
 And break the prifon of the grave, 
 
 To raife my bones afrefh. 
 4. Heav'n is roy.everlafHna home, 
 
 TV inheritance is fure ; 
 Let men of pride their rage reflrme, 
 
 But Pll repine no more. 
 
 Psalm 49, [L. M.] 
 
 1 "T/CTHY do the proud infu't the poor, 
 
 VV And boa(r the la-ge eftates t'^ey 
 How vain are riche3, to f~cure [have ? 
 Thfir haughty owners from the grave ? 
 
 2 They can t redeem one hour from death, 
 With all the wealth in which they truft ; 
 Nor gira a dying brother breath, 
 
 When God commands him down to duft. 
 
 3 There the dark earth and dlfnial fliade - 
 Shall clafp their naked bodies round: 5 
 That flefli fb delicately h& t 
 
 Lies cold, and mou'ders in the ground, 
 4; Like thoughtLefs fh:ep the (inner dies, 
 
 Laid in the grave for worms to eat ; 
 
 The faiets fiiail in the morning rife,- 
 
 And find th' oppreflbr at their feet. 
 5 His horior* perifli iij. the daft,. 
 
 And pomp and beauty, birth and blood- 
 
ic8 PSALM L. 
 
 That glorious day exahs the juft 
 To full dominion o'er the proud. 
 6 My Savior (hall my hfe reftore, 
 And raife me from my dark abode: 
 My Hem and foul fha!l part no more, 
 But due'l for ever near my God. 
 
 Psalm 50. Ver. c — 6. Part 1. [C. M.] 
 
 1 ' a "» HE Lord, the.judge, before his throne, 
 
 J[ Bids the whole earth draw nigh ; 
 The nations near the rifing fun, 
 And near the weflern fky. 
 
 2 No more (hail bold blafphemers fay, 
 
 * Judgment will ne'er begin ;' 
 No more abufe his Ion,? delay, 
 
 To impudence and fin. 
 
 3 Thrcn'd on a cloud our God ill a 1 1 come, 
 
 Bright flames prepare his way, 
 Thunder and darknefs, fire and ftcrm, 
 Lead on the dreadful day. 
 
 4 Heav'n from above his call {hall hear, 
 
 Attending angels come ; 
 And earth and hell fhall know, and fear 
 His julHce, and their doom. 
 t « But gather ail my faint?,' he cries, 
 'That made their peace with God, 
 * By the Redeemer's facrifiee, 
 1 And.feal'd it with his blood. 
 6 * Their faith and works brought forth to 
 
 * -SUH make the-world confefs [light, 
 
• PSALM L. iog 
 
 * My fentence of reward is right, 
 * And heav ? n adore my grace.' 
 
 Psalm 50. Ver. 8, io, it', »4» x 5> 2 3« 
 Part 2. [C .M.] 
 
 ,rpHU5 faith the Lord, « The fpacious 
 J. fields, 
 
 « And flocks and herds, are mine 5 
 i O'er all the catde of the hills 
 « I claim a right divin?. 
 2 ! hfe no (heep for facrince, 
 
 « Not bullocks burnt \vkh fire ; . 
 « To hope and lore, to pray and praue, 
 
 * Is all that I require. 
 
 2 « Call upon me when trouble's near, 
 
 * My hand fhali let thee free ; 
 
 « Then malt thy thankful lips declare 
 « The honor due 10 me. 
 4 « The man that offers humble praife, 
 
 * He glorifi-.s me bell : 
 
 < And thaia that tread my holy ways, 
 6 Shall my falvation tafte. 
 
 PsAi'S 50, Ver. -i, 5' 8. 2l * 21 ' part 3* 
 [C. M-] 
 
 r -^T^7"HENChria to judgment fluil de- 
 \y icend, 
 
 And faints furround their Lord, 
 J 
 
no PSALM L. 
 
 He calls the nations to attend, 
 And hear his awful word. 
 
 2 * No<: for the want of bullock's flain 
 
 * Will I the woild reprove ; 
 'Altars, and ri-es, and forms are vain, 
 
 ' Without the fire cf love. 
 
 3 ' And what have hyocrites to do 
 
 ' To bring their facrifice ? 
 1 They call my ftatures jud and trae, 
 ' But deal in theft and lies, 
 
 4 ' Could you expect to 'fcape my fighr, 
 
 * A r.d fin without controul ? 
 
 ' But I mall bring your crimes to light, 
 ' With anguifh in your foul. 5 
 
 5 Cor.dder ye, that flight the Lord, 
 
 Before his wrath appear ; 
 If once ycu fall beoeath his fword, 
 There's no deliverer there. 
 
 Psalm 50. [L. M.J 
 
 1 * I ^ HE Lord, the judge, his churches 
 
 JL Let hypocrites attend and fear, [warns ; 
 Who place their hope in rites and forms, 
 But make not faith nor love their care. 
 
 2 Vile wretches dare rehearfe his name 
 With lips of falfehood and deceit : 
 A friend or brother they defame, 
 And footh and flatter \hofe they hate. 
 
 3 They watch to do their reighbors wrong, 
 Yet dare to feek their Maker's face ; 
 
PSALM L. in 
 
 They take his cov'oant on their tongue, 
 But break his laws, abufe his grace. 
 
 4 To heav'n they lift their hands unclean, 
 DehTd with lull, defil'd with blood ; 
 By night they practice ev'ry {in, 
 By day their mouths draw near to God, 
 
 j And while his judgments long delay, 
 They grow fecure, and iia the more ; 
 They think he deeps as well as they, 
 And put far cfF the dreadful hour. 
 
 O dreadful hour ! when God draws near, 
 And fets their crimes before their eyes ! 
 His wrath their guiity fouls (hail tear, 
 And no deliverer dare to rife. 
 
 Psalm to.. To a new Tuns. 
 
 1 npiHE Lord, the fov'reign, fends his 
 
 JL funinions forth, [nenh ; 
 
 Calls the fduth nations, and awakes the 
 Fromeaft to weft the founding orders fpread, 
 Thro'diftant worlds and regions of the dead: 
 No more (hall atheifts mock his long delay : 
 His vengeance fieeps no more : bshold the 
 day ! 
 
 2 Behold ! the judge defceBds ; his guards 
 
 are nigh ; 
 Tempeft and fire attend him down the fky : 
 Heav'n, earth, and hell draw near, let ail 
 
 things come, 
 To hear his juftice and the fmaer's doom : 
 
PSALM L. 
 
 Cut gatl-cr flrft my faints,' (the judge 
 commands) [tant lands. 
 
 Bring them, ye angels, from their dif- 
 Behold! my cov'nant (lands for ever good, 
 SeaPd by th' eternal facrifice in blood, 
 And fign'd with all their names; the 
 
 * Greek, the Jew, 
 
 That paid the ancient worfhip orthe new. 
 There's no difanclion here ; come*, fpread 
 
 ' their thrones, 
 And near me feat my fav'ritesand my fons. 
 I, their almighty Savior, and their God, 
 I am their judge : ya heav'ns proclaim 
 
 * abroad 
 
 My juH:, eternal fentence, and declare 
 Thole awful truths that finners drfad to 
 
 * hear ; 
 
 Sinners in Zicn, tremble and retire; 
 I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 
 Not for the want of goats or buliocks fliin 
 Do I condemn thee : bulls and goats are 
 
 * vain [(tore 
 Without the flames oflove : in vain the 
 Of brutal ofT'rings, that were mine before ; 
 Mine are the tamer beads, and favage 
 
 * brerd, [they feed : 
 Flocks, herd, and fie! h, and forefta where 
 If I were hurgry, wou' J I rifle thee food ? 
 When did I third, or drink thy bullock's 
 
 ♦ blood ? 
 
PSALM L. 113 
 
 * Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, 
 
 * Thy folemn chatt'rings and faotailic 
 
 'vows? [behold, 
 
 ♦Are my eyes charaiM thy veflments to 
 
 * Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? 
 
 7 * Unthinking wretch ! how couldft thou 
 
 * hope to pleafe 
 
 1 A God, a fpirit, withfuch toys as thefe ? 
 ' While with my gr^ce and (latutes on thy 
 
 * tongue, [wrong ! 
 
 * Thou lov'ft deceit, and doft thy brother 
 
 * In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends ; 
 
 * Thieves and adulterers are thy choien 
 
 * friends. 
 
 8 ' Silent 1 waited, with long fufPring love ; 
 4 But didft thou hope that 1 (hould ne'er 
 
 * reprove ? [within, 
 
 * And cherifti fuch an impious thought 
 
 * That God the righteous, would indulge 
 
 * thy fin ? 
 
 * Behold my terrors now ; my thunders roll, 
 'And thy own crimes affright thy guilty foul. 5 
 
 9 Sinners awake betimes ! ye fools be wife 1 
 Awake before this dreadful morning rife ? 
 Change your vain thoughts, your crooked 
 
 works amend ; [friend ; 
 
 Fly to the Savior, make the judge your 
 Led, like a lion, his laft vengeance tear 
 Your trembling fouls, and no deiiy'rer near. 
 J * 
 
ii 4 PSALM L. 
 
 Psalm 50. To the old proper tune, 
 
 1 r I * HE God of glory fends his fummons 
 
 JL forth, [north : 
 
 Cai's the fcuth nations, and awakes the 
 
 From eaft to weft the fov'reign orders 
 
 fpread, [dead. 
 
 Thro' difUnt worlds and regions of the 
 
 The trumpet founds ; hell trembles ; heav'n 
 
 rejoices; [voices. 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye faints, with cheerful 
 
 2 No more (hail atheitts mock lis long delay j 
 liis vengeance fleeps no more: behold the 
 
 day ! ("nigh ; 
 
 Behold ! the judge dtfcends ; his guards are 
 Tempeft and fire attend him down the ffcy. 
 
 When God appears, ail nature mall adore him ; 
 
 While fmners trembie, faints rejoice before him. 
 
 3 ' Heav'n, earth, and heli draw near ; let alt 
 
 * things come, 
 
 ' To hear my ju(tice,and the fmno's doom; 
 1 But gather firffc «ny faints, (the judge com* 
 
 * mands) [Unds.* 
 * Bring them, ye angels, from their diftant 
 
 When Chrifl returns, wake ev'ry cheerful paf- 
 
 fion ; [vat ion. 
 
 And fhou , ye fa : nts, he conies for your foU 
 
 4 Behold ! my cov'nant ftandsfor ever good, 
 ' Sea M by th' eterral ficriiice in blojd, 
 ♦And fi n'd with a ; l their names; the 
 
 < Crreek, the jew ! 
 
PSALM L. Vrfc 
 
 « That paid the ancient worfhip or the new.' 
 
 There's no diftinclion her; ; join ail your 
 
 voices, [rejoices. 
 
 And raife your heads, ye faints, for heav'a 
 
 5 'Here (faith the Lord) ye angels fpread 
 
 4 their thrones, (Tons. 
 
 * And near me fiat my favVttes and my 
 
 * Come,, my redeem'd, poiTefs the joys pre- 
 
 ♦ par'd 
 
 ' Ere time began ; 'tis your divine reward. v 
 
 When Chrift returns 9 wake ev'ry cheerful 'paf- 
 
 lion i [tion. 
 
 And fhout, ye faints, he comes for your falva- 
 
 PAUSE. I. 
 
 6 s I am the Savior, 1 th* almighty God : 
 
 * I am the judge ; ye beav'hs proclaim abroad 
 
 * My jult eternal fentence, and declare 
 
 * Thofe awful truths, that finners dread tt> 
 
 * hear. 5 
 
 When God appears, all nature ftiall adore him; 
 While finners tremble, faints rejoice before him, 
 
 7 * Stand forth, thou bold blafph-rmer, and 
 
 * profane, ['ningsvain: 
 
 * Now fee! my wrath, nor call my threat- 
 
 * Thou hypocrite, once drefs'd in faints' 
 
 • aiti e r 
 
 ' I doom the painted hypocrite to fire/ 
 Judgment proceeds ; hell trembles j heav'a 
 rejoices ; [voices. 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye faints, with cheerful 
 
n6 PSALM L. 
 
 8 * Not for the want of goats or bullocks fliin 
 4 Do I condemn thee : bulls and goats are 
 
 * vain [ftore 
 
 * Without the flimes oflove : in vain the 
 
 * Of bru al off rings that were mine before.' 
 Earth is the Lord's, all nature fhfcll adore him ; 
 While finners tremble, fair/sr.joice before him. 
 
 9 * If I were hungry would 1 aflc thee fbod ? 
 ' When did I third, or drink thy bullock's 
 
 * blood ? [breed, 
 
 * Mine are the tamer beads and favage 
 4 Flocks, herds, and fields, and foreiU 
 
 « where they feed.' 
 ^11 is the Lord's ; he rules the wide creation ; 
 Gives fmners vengeance, and the faints falva- 
 
 ticn. 
 jo * Can 1 be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, 
 
 * Thy folemri cha.t'rings and fantaftic 
 
 4 vows ? [behold, 
 
 4 Are my eyes charm 'd thy veftments to 
 
 4 Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? 
 
 God is the judge of hearts, no fair difguifes 
 
 Can fcreen :he guil-y when his vengeance rifes. 
 
 PAUSE 2. 
 
 1 1 4 Unthinking wretch ! how couldft thou 
 
 * hope to pleafe 
 
 * A God, a Ipirit, with fuch toys as thefe ? 
 4 White with mv grace and (tatutes on thy 
 
 4 tongue, [wrong. 1 
 
 4 Thcu lov ft deceit, and doft thy brother 
 
 
PSALM L, 117 
 
 Judgment proceeds ; hell trembles j heav'n 
 
 ' rejoices, 'voices, 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye faints, with cheerful 
 
 t 2 * Irs vain to piaus forTis thy zeal pretends ; 
 
 ' Thieves and adult'rers are thy chcien 
 
 ' friends ; 
 ' While the talfe flatt'rer at my altar waits, 
 
 * His harden'd foul divine inftru&ion hates.' 
 God is the judge or hearts, no fair difguifes 
 Can fcreen the guilty when his vengeance rifes. 
 
 13 ' Silent I waited with long-luff 'ring love ; 
 
 * But didlt thou hope that I mould ne'er 
 
 ' reprove ? [within, 
 
 ' And cherifh fuch an impious thought 
 
 ' That the All-Holy would indulge thy fin.' 
 
 See, God appears ; all nanonsjoin t'adore htm : 
 
 J udgment proceeds, and finners fail before him. 
 
 14 * Behold my terrors now ; my thunders roll, 
 ' Andthyown crimes affright thy guilty foul; 
 '•Now like a lion mail my vengeance tear 
 
 ' Thy bleeding heart, and no deliv'rer near.' 
 
 Judgment concludes ; hell trembles ; heav'n 
 
 rejoices ; £ voices. 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye faints, with cheerful 
 
 EPIPHONEMA. 
 
 15 ' Sinnets awake betimes ; ye fools be wife ; 
 
 * Awake before this dreadful morning rife : 
 6 Change your vain thoughts, your crooked 
 
 * works amend, [friend. 1 
 
 ' Fiy to the Savior, make the judge your 
 
si8 PSALM LI. 
 
 Then join, ye faints, wake ev'iy cheerful paf« 
 
 fion, [lion. 
 
 When Chiift returns, he comes for your falva- 
 
 Psalm 51. Part 1. [L. M.] 
 
 1 Q HEW pity, Lord i O Lord, forgive ! 
 fc3 Let a repenting rebel jive : 
 
 Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
 May not a finner truft in thee ? 
 
 2 My crimes are great, but don'c furpafs 
 The pow'r and glory of thy grace ; 
 Great God ! thy na:uie hath no boand, 
 So let thy pard'r.in^ lore be found. 
 
 3 O, wafh my foul frcm evety fin, 
 And make my guilty confcience clean s 
 Here on my heart the burden lies, 
 And pair, crTenc.s p.-irs my eyes. 
 
 4 My lips with fhame my (ins confffs, 
 Agr.mil thy law, againli thy grace : 
 Lcrd, fhouid thy judgment grow fevere, 
 I am conc'emn'd, but thou art clear. 
 
 5 Should fudden vengeance (eize my breaih, 
 I mud pronounce thee juft in death $ 
 And if my foul were feet to hc!S, 
 Thy righteous law approves it well. 
 
 6 Yet fave a trembling finner. Lord, 
 Whole hope, fttil hov'riog round thy ward, 
 Would li^ht on fume fweet' promt ie thae, 
 £ome fure fypperi d£^in;t ikfjmir. 
 
PSALM LI. ii 9 
 
 Psalm '51. Pan 2. [L. M.] 
 
 1 T* OR D, I am vile, ccrceiv d in fin, 
 JL_J And born unholy and unclean ; 
 S> rung from the man whofe guilty fall 
 Corrupts tS?e race, and taints us all. 
 
 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, 
 The feeds of fin grow up for death : 
 Thy law demands a perfect heart ; 
 But we're denT'd in ev'ry part. 
 
 3 [Great God, create my heart, anew,- 
 And form try fpirk pure and true : 
 O make me wife betimes, to fpy 
 
 My danger and my remedy, j 
 
 4 Behold, I fall before thy face, 
 My only refuge is thy grace: 
 
 No oui ward forms can make me clean, 
 The ieprofy lies deep within. 
 
 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleiedbg besflj 
 Nor hyfTop branch, nor fprinkling priefrj 
 Nor running brcok, nor flood, nor fea, 
 Can warn the difmal {lain away, 
 
 6 jeius, my God ! thy biood alone 
 Hath povv'r fufncient to atone : 
 
 Thy blood can make me white as fowj 
 No Jewim types ccuid cleanfe me fo. 
 
 7 vVhile guilt dillurbs and breaks my p^ace, 
 
 i fL fh nor foul hath reir ot eafe ; 
 Led, let me hear thy pard'ning voice, 
 . J..q my broken heart rejoice. 
 
129 PSALM LI. 
 
 Psalm 5.1. Part 3. [L. M.] 
 
 THOU that hear'ft when fmn^rscry ! 
 Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, 
 Behold them not with angry look, 
 But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 
 
 2 Crea'e my nature pure within* 
 And form my foul averfe to fin : 
 Let thy rood fpirit ne'er depart, 
 Nor hide thy prefence from my heart. 
 
 3 I cannot live without thy light, 
 Ca.'t. out and bani h'd from thy fight : 
 Thine ho'y 3°vs> my God, reftare, 
 And guard me that I fall no more. 
 
 4. Tho* I have griev'd thy ipirit, Lord, 
 Thy help and comfort (til) afford ; 
 And let a wretch come mar thy throne 
 To p!=ad the meii's of thy Son. 
 
 5 A broken heart, my God, my king, 
 is all the faciifice 1 bring ; 
 
 The God of grace will ne'er defpife 
 A broken heart for facrilice. 
 
 6 My foul lies humbled in the duff, 
 And owns thy dreadful fentence jufl ; 
 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, 
 And five the foul condemned to die. 
 
 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways ; 
 Sinners (hall learn thy fov'reion grace ; 
 1'il h j ad them to my Savior's blood, 
 And they fiull praif? a pard'ning God, 
 
PSALM LI. i2 f 
 
 8 O may thy love iofpire my tongue I 
 Solvation mall he ali my fong,! 
 And all my pow*rs fhaH join to bltfs 
 The Lord my ftrength and rlghteoufnefs I 
 
 Psalm 51. Part 1. [C. M.j 
 
 r X ORD, I would fpread my fere difirefs 
 I , a And guilt before thine eyes: 
 Ag*in(l thy laws, againft thy grace, 
 How high my cumes ar.fe r* 
 
 2 Shouldft thou condemn my foul to hell. 
 
 And crulh my fldn to dud, 
 Hsav'n would approve thy vengeance well. 
 And earth mud own it julr. 
 
 3 I from the flock of Adam came s 
 
 Unholy and unclean ; 
 All my original is flume, 
 And all my nature fia« 
 
 4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew 
 
 Contagion with my breath ; 
 And as my days advanced, I grew 
 A jufter prey for deaih. 
 
 5 Chanfe me, O Lord, and cheer my fou! 
 
 With thy forgiving love : 
 O ! make my broken (pint whole. 
 And bid my pains remove. 
 
 6 Let not thy Spirit quire departj 
 
 Nor drive me from thy face; 
 Create, anew my vicious heart, 
 K 
 
122 PSALM LIII. 
 
 And fill it with thy grace. 
 7 Then will I make thy mercy known 
 Before the fbns of men ; 
 Backfliders (hall addrefs thy throne, 
 And turn to God again. 
 
 Psalm 51. Ver. 14— 17. Part 2 [CM] 
 
 1 /~\ GOD of mercy ! hear my call, 
 \J My load of prill remove ; 
 Break down this feparating wall 
 
 That bars me from thy love. 
 
 2 Give me the prefence of thy grace, 
 
 Then my rejoicing tongue 
 Shall fpeak aloud thy righteoufnefs, 
 And make thy praife my fong. 
 
 3 No b!ood of goats, nor heifers flain, 
 
 For fin could e'er atone : 
 The death of Chrift (hall (til! remain 
 Sufficient and alone. 
 
 4 A foul oppreft with fin's deferr, 
 
 My God will ne'er defpife ; 
 A humble groan, a broken heart, 
 Is our belt facrifice. 9 
 
 Psalm 5$. Ver. 4—6. [C. M.] 
 
 i A RE all the foes of Zion fools, 
 j[jL Who thus devour her faints ? 
 Xjo trey rot know her Savior rules, 
 And pities her complaints ? 
 
PSALM LV. 123 
 
 2 Thev Ml be feiz'd with fad furprife ; 
 
 For God's revenging arm 
 Scatters the bones of them that rife 
 To do his children harm. 
 
 3 To va : n the fons of Satan boaft 
 
 Of armies in array ; 
 When God hath firft defpis'd their hoft, 
 They fall an eafy prey. 
 
 4 O for a word from Zion's King, 
 
 Her captives to reftore ! 
 Jacob with all the tribes mail fing, 
 And JuJah weep no mere. 
 
 Psalm 55. Ver. 1—8 16— 1 3, 22. [CM ] 
 
 1 f~\ GOD, my refuge ! hear my cries, 
 %J Behold my flowing tears ; 
 
 For earth and hell my hurt devife, 
 And triumph in my fears 
 
 2 Their rage is leveii'd at my life, 
 
 My foul with guilt they load, 
 And fill my thoughts with inward (trife, 
 To (hake my hope in God. 
 
 3 With inward pain my heart-firings found, 
 
 I groan with ev'ry breath ; 
 Horror and fear bsrfet me round, 
 Amongft the fhades of death. 
 
 4 O were I like a feathtr'd dove, 
 
 And innocence had wings ; 
 
 I'd fly, and make a long remove, 
 
 From ail thefe refllcfs things^ 
 
1*4 PSALM LV. 
 
 5 Le? me to fome v/:ld ciefert go, 
 And find a peaceful home ; 
 Where /ierms of malice never blow, 
 Temp!2t*ons re-.er come, 
 C Vain hopes, and vain inventions a!!, 
 To 'fcape the rage of reil ! 
 The mighty God en whom I call 
 Can fave me here as welL 
 pause. . 
 
 7 By morning light I 1! feek Ms face, 
 
 At noon repeat my cry; 
 The nigh? fin! I hear me afk his grace, 
 Nor will he long deny. 
 
 8 God (hall preilrve my foul from fear, 
 
 Or (held me when afraid ; 
 
 Ten chcufand ange!s muft appear, 
 
 If he commands their aid. 
 
 9 I c::(l my burdens en the Lord, 
 
 The Lord fu (tains them a!! ; 
 My courage rtfts upon his word, 
 That faints (hail never fall. 
 io My hightft hopes (hail not be vain ; 
 My lips dial! fpread his praife ; 
 While cruel and deceitful men 
 Scarce live cut half their days, 
 
 rsALM55- Vtr. 15 — 17, 19, 22. [S. M-] 
 1 1" ET (inners take their courfe, 
 
 JLj And chcofe the read to dea h ; 
 
 13ut in the won'hip of my God 
 I'll f^end my daily breath. 
 
PSALM LVX. 125 
 
 2 My thoughts addrefs his throne, 
 
 When morning brings the light 5 
 I feek his bkfilns ev'ry noon, 
 And pay my vows at night. 
 
 3 Thou wilt regard my cries, 
 
 O my eternal God ! 
 While finnrrs perifn in furprife, 
 Beneath thine angry rod. 
 
 4 Becaufe they dwell at eafe, 
 
 And' no fad changes feel, 
 They neither fear nor truft thy name, 
 Nor learn to do thy will. 
 
 5 But I, With all my cares, 
 
 Will lean upon the Lord ; 
 I'll caft my burden on his arm, 
 And reft upon his word. 
 
 6 His arm fhail well Curtain 
 
 The children of his love ; 
 The ground on which their fafety ftands 
 No earthly powV can move. 
 
 Psalm 56. [C. M.] 
 
 1 4~\ Thcu ! whofe juftice reigns on high, 
 \^J And makes th' oppreffer ceafe j 
 Behold how envious finners try 
 
 To vex and break my peace. 
 
 2 The fons of violence and lies 
 
 Join to devour rac, Lord ; 
 But as my hourly dangers rife, 
 K 2 
 
126 PSALM LVI. 
 
 My refuge is thy word. 
 
 3 Id God moft holy, jurt, and true, 
 
 I have repos'd my trud j 
 Nor wll I fear what flefh can do, 
 The offspring of Lie duft. 
 
 4 They wreft: my words to mifchief ftiil, 
 
 Charge me with unknown fauhs ; 
 Mischief doth all their ccunfels fill, 
 And malice all their thoughts. 
 
 5 Shall they efcape without thy frown ? 
 
 Muft their devices (land ? 
 O caft the haughty (inner down, 
 And let him know thy hand. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 God counts the forrows of his faints, 
 
 Their groans affect his ears ; 
 Thou haft a book for my complaints, 
 A bottle for my tears. 
 
 7 When to thy throne I raife my cry, 
 
 The wicked fear and flee ; 
 So fwift is pray'r to reach the (fcy, 
 So near is God to me. 
 
 8 In thee, mod holy, juft, and true, 
 
 1 have repos'd my trufl ; 
 Nor will I fear what man can do, 
 The offspiing of the du(t. 
 
 9 Thy folemn vows are on me, Lord, 
 
 Thou (halt receive my praife ; 
 
 I'll fing, « How faithful is thy word ! 
 
 • How righteous all thy ways ! 
 
PSALM LVII. 127 
 
 ic Thou haft fecur'd my foul from death, 
 O fet thy pris'ner free, 
 That heart and hand, and life and breath 
 May be employM for thee, 
 
 Psalm J7. [L. M.] 
 
 1 "j\ yt* Y God, :n whom are all the fprings 
 J.VX Of boundlefs love > and grace un- 
 known, 
 
 Hide me beneath thy ipreading wings, 
 Till the dark cloud is overblown. 
 
 2 Up to the heav'ns I fend my cry, 
 The Lord will my defirss perform ; 
 He fends his angels from the iky, 
 
 And faves me from the threat'ning ftorm, 
 
 3 Be thou exalted, O my God ! 
 Above the heav'ns where angels dwell j 
 Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, 
 And land to land thy wonders tell. 
 
 4 My heart is fix'd ; my fongs (hall raife 
 Immortal honors to thy name : 
 Awake, my tongue, to found his praife, 
 My tongue, the glory of my frame. 
 
 5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, 
 And reaches to the utmoft fky ; 
 
 His truth to endlefs years remains, 
 When : lower worlds difiblve and die. 
 
 6 Be thou exalted* O my God ! 
 Above the heav'ns where angels dwell j 
 
128 PSALM LVIIL 
 
 Thy powV on earth be known abroad, 
 And land to land thy wonders tell. 
 
 Psalm 58. As the 113th Pfalm. 
 
 1 TUDGLS, who rule the world by laws, 
 J Will ye defpife the righteous caufe, 
 
 When th' injur'd poor before you ftands ? 
 Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, 
 And let rich finners 'fcape fecure, 
 
 Whilegold and greatnefs bribe your hands, 
 
 2 Have ye forgot, or never knew, 
 That God will judge the judges too ? 
 
 High in the heav'ns his juftice reigns j 
 Yet you invade the rights ot God, 
 And fend your bold decrees abroad, 
 
 To bind the conference in your chains, 
 
 3 A poifon'd arrow is your tongue, 
 The arrow (harp, the poifon ftrong, 
 
 And death attends where'er it wounds : 
 You hear no counfcls. cries, or tears ; 
 So the deaf adder Haps her ears 
 
 Againfi the pow'r of charming founds. 
 
 4 Break out their teeth, eternal God I 
 Thofe teeth of lions dy'd in. blood; 
 
 And crufli the ferpents in the dufr^ 
 As en pty cl^afF, when whirlwinds rife, 
 Before the fweeping temped fl.es, 
 
 So let their hopes and names be loft. 
 
 5 Th' Almighty thunders from the fky, 
 Their grandeur melts, their titles die* 
 
PSALM LX. 129 
 
 As hills of (now diflblve and run ; 
 Or fnails that perifh in their fiime, 
 Or births that come before their time, 
 
 Vain births that never fee the fun. 
 S Thus fnaH the vengeance of the Lord, 
 Safety and joy to faints afford ; 
 
 And a!! that hear (hall join and &y } 
 * Sure there's a God thai rules on high, 
 ' A God that hears his children cry, 
 
 ' And will their furT' rings well repay.* 
 
 Psalm 60. Ver. 1 — 5, 10—12. [C .M.] 
 
 t ORD, haft thou cad the nation ofF? 
 
 JL_J Mufl we forever mourn ? 
 Wilt thou iniulge immortal wrath I 
 Shall mercy ne'er return ? 
 1 The terror of one frown of thine 
 Melts all our ftrength away ; 
 Like men that totter, drunk with wine, 
 We tremble in difmay. 
 5 Our Zion trembles at thy ftroke, 
 And dreads thy threatening hand; 
 O heal the people thou had broke, 
 Confirm the wav'ring land. 
 (. Lift up a banner in the field 
 
 For thofe that fear thy name 1 
 Save thy beloved with thy fhield, 
 And put our foes to mame. 
 ; Go m h our armies to the fight. 
 Like a confedVate God % 
 
23c PSALM LXI. LXII. 
 
 In vain confed'rate pow'rs unite 
 
 Againfl: thy lifted rod. 
 6 Our troops (hall gain a wide renown, 
 
 By thine affifting hand : 
 'Tis God that treads the mighty down, 
 
 And makes the feeble (land. 
 
 Psalm 6i. Ver. i—6. [S.M.] 
 
 1 TTTHEN overwhelm'd with grief, 
 
 VV My heart within me dies, 
 Hefplefs and far from all relief, 
 To heaven I lift mine eyes. 
 
 2 O lead me to the rock 
 
 That's high above my head ; 
 And mji<e the covert of thy wings 
 My (belter and my (hade. 
 
 3 Wittrn thy preience, Lord, 
 
 For ever I'll abide ; 
 Thcu art the tow'r of ruy defence. 
 The refuge where I hide. 
 
 4 Thou giveft me the lot 
 
 Of thofe that fear thy name ; 
 If endlefs life be their reward, 
 I (hall poffefs the fame. 
 
 Psalm 62. Ver. 5 — 12. [L. M.] 
 
 1 TV /T Y fpirit looks to God alone, 
 
 J.VX My rock and refuge is his throne ; 
 In all my fears, in all my (traits, 
 My foul on his falvation waits. 
 
PSALM LXIII. iji 
 
 j Truft him, ye faints, in all your ways, 
 Pour out your hearts before his face ; 
 When helpers fail, and foes invade, 
 God is our all fufficient aid. 
 
 \ Falfe are the men of high degree, 
 The bafer fort are vanity ; 
 Laid in the balance, both appear 
 Light as a puff of empty air. 
 
 j. Make not increafing gold your truft, 
 Nor fet your heart on glitt'ring duft ; 
 Why will you grafp the fleeting fmoke, 
 And not believe what God has fpoke r* 
 
 j Once has his awful voice declar'd, 
 Once and again my ears have heard, 
 * All powV is his eternal due ; 
 ' He mud be fear'd and trufted too.' 
 
 5 For fov'reigp pow'r reigns not alone, 
 Grace is a partner of the throne , 
 Thy grace and juftice, mighty Lord, 
 Shall well divide our l&ft reward. 
 
 Psalm 63* Ver 1, 2, 3, j., 5. 
 Parti. [CM.] 
 
 1 TT 1 ARLY, my Gcd, without delay, 
 
 £j i halte to feek thy face ; 
 My thirfty fpirit faints away 
 Without thy cheering grace. 
 
 2 So pilgrims on the fcotching fand, 
 
 Beneath the burning fky, 
 
! 3 2 PSALM LXIIL 
 
 Long foi a cooling ftream at hand, 
 And they muft drink or die. 
 
 3 I've feen thy glory and thy pow'r 
 
 Thro* all thy temple fhine : 
 Mv God, repeat that heav'nly hour ; 
 That vifion fo divine 1 
 
 4 Not all the blefliogs of a feaft 
 
 Can pleafe my foul fo well, 
 As when thy richer grace I tafte, 
 And in thy prefence dwel'. 
 
 5 Not life itfeif, with all her joys, 
 
 Can my beft paflions move, 
 Or raife fo high my cheerful voice, 
 As thy forgiving love. 
 
 6 Thus till my lalt expiring day 
 
 I'll bleis my God and King: 
 Thus will I lift my hands to pray, 
 And tune my lips to fing. 
 
 Psalm 63. Ver. 6— 10. Part 2. [C M.] 
 
 1 'HT^ WAS in the watches of the night 
 
 jl I thought upon thy pow'r ; 
 1 kept thy lovely face in li^ht 
 Amidlt the dr.r!;e(t hour. 
 
 2 My flcih lay retting on my bed ; 
 
 My foul arofe on hi^h ; 
 * My God, my life, my hope,' I f.iid, 
 1 Biing thy falvarion nigh.' 
 
 3 My ipirit labors up thine hill, 
 
 And climbs the heav'nly road ; 
 
PSALM LXIII. uj 
 
 But thy r'?ht hand upholds me fliil, 
 
 While I purfue my Gad. 
 Thy mercy ftretches o'er my head 
 
 The fhadow of thy wings ; 
 My heart rejoices in thine aid, 
 
 My tongue awakes and flags. 
 But the deftroyers of my peace 
 
 Shall fret and rage in vain : 
 The tempter fhail for ever ceafe, 
 
 And a!) my fins be fliin. 
 Thy fwcrd lhail give my foes to death, 
 
 And fend them down to dwell 
 In the dark caverns of the earth, 
 
 Or to the deeps of hell. 
 
 Psalm 63. [L. M] 
 
 reat God,indu!gemy humbb c'aim ; 
 ^Jif Thou art my hope, my joy, my retl j 
 The glories that compofe thy name 
 Stand all engaged to make me bleft. 
 Thou great and good, thou jufl and wife, 
 Thou art my Father and my God ! 
 And I am thine by facred ties; 
 Thy Ton, thy {ervant, bought with b'ood. 
 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, 
 For thee I long, to thee I look ; 
 As travellers in thirfty lands, 
 Pant for the cooling water-brook. 
 L 
 
134 PSALM LXIII. 
 
 4 With early feet I love t'appear 
 Amcn^ thy faints, and feek thy face : 
 Oft have I feen thy glory there, 
 
 Ar.d felt the pow'r of fov'reign grace. 
 
 5 Not fruits nor wines that tempt our tafte, 
 Ncr ail the joys our fenfes know 3 
 
 Could make me fo divinely b!efr, 
 Or raife my cheerful pafiion fo. 
 
 6 My life itfelf without* thy love. 
 No tafte cf pleafure could afford : 
 'Twould but ?. tirefome burden prove, 
 If I were banidvd from the Lord. 
 
 7 Amidfl: the wakeful hours of night, 
 When bufy cares afflict my head, 
 One thought of thee gives new delight, 
 And adds refrvfhment to my bed. 
 
 3 I'll lift my hands, I'll raife my voice, 
 While I have breath to pray or praife : 
 This work (hall make my heart rejoice, 
 And fpend the remnant of my days. 
 
 Psalm 63. [S. M.] 
 
 Y God, permit my tongue 
 
 This joy, to call thee mine ; 
 And let my early cries prevail 
 To ta(le thy love divine. 
 
 £ My thirfty fainting foul 
 
 Thy mercy doth implore : 
 Not travellers in defert lands 
 .Can pant for water raor?. 
 
PSALM LXV. 135 
 
 3 Within thy churches, Lord, 
 
 I long to find a place ; 
 Thy powV and glory to behold, 
 ' And feel thy qcick'ning grace. 
 
 4 For life without thy lovs 
 
 No relifh can afford : 
 No joy can be comparM with this, 
 To ferve and pleafe the Lord, 
 
 5 To thee 111 iift my hands, 
 
 And praife thee while I live: 
 Not the rich dainties of a feaft 
 Such food or p'-eafure give. 
 
 6 In wakeful hoar of night, 
 
 I call my God to mind : 
 I think how wife thy counfds are, 
 And all thy dealings kind. 
 
 7 Since thou haft been my rrelp, 
 
 To thee my fpirit flies, • 
 And on thy watchful providence 
 My cheerful hope relies. 
 
 8 The fhadow of thy wings 
 
 My foul in fafety keeps : 
 I follow where my Father leads, 
 And he iuppons my fteps. 
 
 Psalm 65, Ver. 1—5. Part 1. [L. M.J 
 
 1 r I ^HE praife of Zion waifs for thee, 
 ft. My Godj and praile becomes thy hcufe j 
 'J here (hall thy faints thy glory fee, 
 And there perform their public vows. 
 
136 PSALM LXV. 
 
 2 O tl cu, wrofe mercy bends the fkies, 
 To fave w!:en humble finners pray ; 
 All lands to thee fhbll lift their eyes, 
 And iflands of the northern fea. 
 Againft my will my fins prevail, 
 But prace iha)l purge away their {lain : 
 The blood of Chjffl will n;vcr fail 
 To waft try garment w! ite again. 
 
 4 B.'eft is the man u hom thou {halt choofe, 
 And give him kind accefs to thee : 
 Give him a place within thy hcufe, 
 
 To tafte thy love divinely free. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 Let Babel fear when Z : on prays : 
 Babel prepare for long diftrefs, 
 When Zior/s God himfelf arrays 
 In terror and in righteooinefe. 
 
 6 With dreadful glory God fulfils 
 What his afhUfod faints requeft ; 
 And with almighty wrath reveals 
 His leve, to give his churches refh 
 
 7 Tien dial! the flocking naiior.s run 
 To Zion's hill, and own their Lord : 
 The rifing and the fetting fun 
 Shall fee the Savior's name ador'd. 
 
 Psalm 6$. 5—13. Jftrt 2 [L. M } 
 
 j '""j""' HE Gcd of our falvation hears 
 
 Jt Tfce groans of Zion, m'x'd with tears; 
 
PSALM LXV. 137 
 
 Yet when he comes with kind defigns, 
 Thro' all the way his terror fnines. 
 
 2 On him the race of man depends, 
 Far as the earth's remotefr. ends, 
 Where the Creator's name is known 
 By nature's feeble light alone. 
 
 3 Sailors that travel o'er the Sood, 
 Addrefs their frighted fouls to Gad, 
 When tempefls rage and billows roar, 
 At dreadful diftance from the more, 
 
 4 He bids the noify tempefts ceafe, 
 He calms the raging crowd to peace, 
 When a tumultuous nation raves, 
 Wi'd as the winds and loud as waves. 
 
 5 Whole kingdoms, fhaken by the ftorm 9 
 He fettles in apeaceful form ; 
 Mountains, eftablifhed by his hand, 
 Firm on their old foundation (land. 
 
 6 Behold K his enfigns fweep the fky, 
 New comets blaze and lightnings fly 
 The heathen lands» with fwift furprize, 
 From the bright horrors turn their eyes. 
 
 7, At his command the morning ray 
 Smiles in the eaft, and leads the day ? 
 He guides the fun's declining wheels 
 Over the tops of wefrern. hills. 
 
 8 SeaCons and times obey his voice j 
 The ev'ning and the morn rejoice 
 Tq fee the earth made foft with fliow'rs, 
 h 3 
 
i 3 8 PSALM LXV. 
 
 Laden, with fruit, and drefs'd in flowfc's. 
 9 "'TIS from bis wai'ry (torts ori high 
 
 He ^ives the thirlly ground fnj>ply ; 
 
 He walks upon the clouds, and thence 
 
 Doth his enriching drops difpenfe. 
 20 The defert grows a fruitiefs field, 
 
 Abundant food the rallies yield ; 
 
 The valiies focut with cheerful voice, 
 
 /Vnd neighbVipg hills repeat their joys, 
 I i The paftures frail e in green array, 
 
 Their iambs- and larger, cattle play ; 
 
 The larger cattle and the lamb, 
 
 Each in his language fpeaks thy name. 
 12 Thy works pronounce thy pow'r divine ; 
 
 O'er ev'ry field thy. glories mine, 
 
 Tnro' ev'ry month thy gifts appear ; 
 
 Great God I thy goodnefs crowns the year. 
 
 Psalm 6$. Part 1. gC^Mi] 
 
 1 "T) R A ISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee 3 
 XT There (hall our vows be paid : 
 Thou haft an ear when finners pray, 
 
 All fleih fhall feek thine aid. 
 
 2 Lord, our iniquities prevail, 
 
 But pard'ning grace is thine : 
 And thou wilt grant us pow'r and fkill 
 To conquer ev'ry fin. 
 
 3 Bleft are the men whom thou wilt choofe, 
 
 To bring them near thy face ; 
 Give them a dwelling in thine houfe, 
 To feaft upon thy grace.. 
 
■PSALM- LXV. 139 
 
 4 In anfwering what thy church requefts, 
 
 Thy truth and terror (hine, 
 And works of dreadful righieoufnefs 
 Fulfil thy kind defign. 
 
 5 Thus (hall the wond-ring nations iee 
 
 The Lord is good and jufl : 
 And di(h*nt iflands fly to thee, 
 And make thy name their tru/L 
 
 6 They dread thy glittering tokens, Lord, 
 
 When (igns in heav'n appear: 
 But they (kail learn thy holy word, 
 And love as well as fear. 
 
 Psalm 6$. Part 2. [C, M.] 
 
 1 ,r T~^ IS by thy flrength the mountains ftand, 
 
 JL God cf eternal pow'r ! 
 The fea grows calm at thy command, 
 And tempefh ceafe to roar. 
 
 2 The morning light, and ev'ning (hade, 
 
 Succefltve comforts bring ; 
 Thy plenteous fruits make harveft: glad, 
 Thy flow'rs adorn the fpring 
 
 3 Seafons and times, and moons and hours, 
 
 Heav'n, earth and air, are thine, 
 When clouds diftil in fruitful fhow'rs, 
 The author is divine. 
 
 4 Thofe wand'ring ciderns in the fky, 
 
 Borne by the winds around, 
 
 ■With wat'ry treafures well fupply 
 
 The furrows -of the ground, 
 
i 4 o PSALM LXV. 
 
 5 The tbirfty ndges drink their fill, 
 And ranks of corn appear ; 
 Thy ways abound with bleffings ftili, 
 Thy good nefs crowns the year. 
 
 Psalm 65. Part 3. [C M.] 
 
 I* /^ COD is the Lord, the heav'nly King, 
 \jJF Who makes the ear^h Lis c*re, 
 Vifirs the paftures ev'ry fpring, 
 And bids the grals appear. 
 
 2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high, 
 
 Pour out at thv command, 
 Their wat'ry blefllngs from the fky, 
 To cheer the thirfty land. 
 
 3 The iofien'd ridges of the field 
 
 Permit the corn to fpring ; 
 The vallies rich provifion yield, 
 And the poor lab'rers fing. 
 
 4 The little hills on ev'ry fide 
 
 Rejoice at falling fhow'is ; 
 The meadows, drefs'd in ail their pride, 
 Perfume the air with flow'rs. 
 
 5 The barren clods, refrt-lVd with rain, 
 
 Promife a joyful crop ; 
 The parched ground looks green again, 
 And raife the reaper's hope 
 
 6 The various months thy goodntfs crowns, 
 
 How bounftous are tby ways ! 
 The bluing flocks fpread o'er the downs, 
 And fhepherds fhout thy praife, 
 
PSALM LXVI, 14! 
 
 Psalm 66. Part 1. [C. M.J 
 
 ING, all ye nations, to the Lord, 
 Sing with a joyful noife ; 
 With melody of found record 
 
 His honors, and your joys. 
 Say to the pow'r that (hakes tbeiffcy, 
 
 * How terrible art thou ! 
 'Sinners before thy pre fence fly, 
 
 * Ot at thy feet they bow.' 
 [Come, fee the wonders of our God, 
 
 How glorious are his ways ! 
 In Moles' band he puts his rod, 
 
 And cleaves the frighted feas. 
 He makes the ebbing channel dry, 
 
 While Jfr'el pafs'd the flood 5 
 There did the church begin their joy, 
 
 Aad triumph in their God ] 
 He rules by his refiftiefs might ; 
 
 Will rebel mortals dare 
 Provoke th' Eternal to the fight, 
 
 And tempt that dreadful war ? 
 O bltfs our God, and never ccafe, 
 
 Ye faints fulfil his praife : 
 He keeps our life, maintains our peace, 
 
 And guides our doubtful ways. 
 Lord, thou baft prov-d pur fufPring fouls, 
 
 To. make our graces fhine;.^ 
 So filver bears the burning coals, 
 
 The m tal to refine. 
 
r 4 2 PSALM LXVL LX'VII. 
 
 8 Thro* wat'ry deeps and fury ways 
 We march at thy command, 
 Led to poiTtfs the promisM place 
 By tnihe unerring hand. 
 
 Psalm 66. Ver. 13—20. Part 2. [C.M.J 
 
 1 XTOW (hall my folemn vows be paid 
 jj%l To that almighty pow'r, 
 
 That heard the long requefi: l made 
 In my diftrefsful hour. 
 
 2 My lips and cheerful heart prepare 
 
 To make his mercies known ; 
 Come, ye that fear my Go J , and hear 
 The wonders he has done. 
 
 3 When on my head huge furrows fell, 
 
 I fought his heav'r.ly aid ; 
 He fav'd my finking foul from hell, 
 And death's eternal fhade. 
 
 4 If fin lay cover'd in my heart, 
 
 While pray'r empioy'd my tongue, 
 The Lord had fhewn me no regard, 
 Nor I his praifes fung. 
 
 5 But God (his name be ever bleft !) 
 
 Hath let my fprit free, 
 Nor turn'd from him my poor re quell, 
 Nor turn'd his heart from me. 
 
 Psalm 67. [C. M.] 
 
 HINE, mighty God ! on Zioh mine 
 Wi:h beams ofheav'nly grace: 
 
 ■s 
 
PSALM LXVIII. 143 
 
 Reveal thy pcw'r through a!4 our coafts, 
 And {hew thy fmiling face. 
 ! [Amidft our land exalted high 
 Do thou our glory (land ; 
 And like a wall of guardian fire 
 Surround the fav'rite land. 3 
 3 When mall thy name from fnore to more, 
 Sound all the earth abroad, 
 And difrant nations know and love 
 Their Savior and their God ? 
 4. Sing to the Lord, ye diftant lands, 
 Sing loud with folemn voice ; 
 Let ev'ry tongue exalt his praife, 
 And ev'ry heart rejoice. 
 5 He, the great Lord, the fov'reign judge, 
 That fits enthron'd above, 
 Wifely commands the world he made 
 In juftice and in love. 
 5 Earth (hail obey her Maker's will, 
 And yield 2 full increafe ; 
 Our God will crown his chofen land 
 With fruitful nefs. and peace. 
 7 God, the Redeemer, fcatters round 
 His choice" ft favors here ; 
 While the creation's. utmoft bound 
 Shall fee, adore, and fear. 
 
 Psalm 63. Ver. 1—6, $$—35. [L. M.]. 
 
 I T" ET God arlfe in aii his might, 
 JLi And put the troops of hell to. flight, 
 
j 4 * PSALM LVIII. 
 
 As fmcke, that fought to cloud the flcie?, 
 Before the rifmg tempeft flies. 
 
 2 [He comes array'd in burning flames ; 
 Justice and vengeance are his names : 
 Behold, his fainting foes expre 
 
 Like melting wax before the lire !] 
 
 3 He rides and thunders thro' the flcy ; 
 His name, Jehovah, founds en high ; 
 Sing to his name, ye fons of grace ; 
 Ye faints rejoice before his face. 
 
 4 The widow and the fatherlefs 
 Fly to his aid in fharp diftrefs ! 
 In him the poor and he'plefs find 
 A judge that's juil, a father kind. 
 
 5 He breaks the captive's heavy chain, 
 And pris'ners f.'e the ItgBl again ; 
 But rebels that difpute his will 
 
 Shall dwe!! in chains and darknefs Oil!. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong ; 
 Crown him, ye nations, in your fong ; 
 His wondrcus names and pow'rs rehearfe ; 
 His honors mail enrich your vcrfe. 
 
 7 He makes ti,e heav'ns with loud alarms ; 
 How terrible is God in arms ! 
 
 Tn If; 'el are his mercies known ; 
 Ifr'cl is his peculiar throne. 
 
 8 Proclaim him king, pronounce hin bleft, 
 He's your defence, your joy, your re(t ; 
 
PSALM LXVIII, 145 
 
 When terrors rife, and nations fain?, 
 God is the ftrength of ev'ry faint. 
 
 Psalm 68. Ver. 17, 18. Part 2. [L. M.] 
 
 1 T QRD, when thou didftafcend on high, 
 JL_J Ten thcufand angels 6!!'d the fky : 
 
 Thofe heav'nly guards around thee wait, 
 Like chariots that attend thy Mate: 
 
 2 Not Sinai's mountain cojld appear 
 
 More glorious, wren the Lord was there ; 
 While he pronoune'd his dreadful law, 
 And i'rruck the choien tribes with awe. 
 
 3 How bright t K e triumph none can tell, 
 When the rebellious powers of hell, 
 That thoufand feu's had captives made, 
 Wtre all in chains l.ke captives led. 
 
 ^. Rais'd by his Father to the throne, 
 He fent the pro.-nis d Spirit down, 
 With gifts and grace for rebel men. 
 That God might dwe!l on earth again. 
 
 Psalm 68. Ver. 19,9,20 — 22. Part 3; 
 [L. M] 
 
 i ~\~$T £ kiefs l be Lord, the juft, thegood, 
 V V W,ho fills our hearts with joy and 
 food ; 
 Who pours his bJeffingg from the fl-des, 
 And loads our days with rich f jppl-.es. 
 2 He fends the fun his circuit round ; 
 To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground j 
 M 
 
i 4 6 PSALM LXIX. 
 
 He bids the clouds with plenteous fain 
 Refrtfh the thirfty earth again. 
 
 3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, 
 And ail our near efcapes from death : 
 Safety and health to God belong; 
 
 He heals the weak and guards the flron£» 
 
 4 He makes the faint and tinner prove 
 The common blc-fiings of his love ; 
 But the wide difFrence that remains 
 Is endlefs joy, or endlefs pains. 
 
 5 The Lord, that bruis'd the ferpcnt's head* 
 On ail rhe ferpent's iecd i)ta!l tread ; 
 The ftubborn finner's hop? confound, 
 And finite him with a lilting wound. 
 
 6 But his right hand his faints ihall fail's 
 From the deep earth or deeper Teas ; 
 And bring them to his courts above, 
 There (hall they tafle his ipecial love. 
 
 Psalm 69. Ver. 1 — 14. Part 1. [C. M.] 
 
 1 * Q AVE me, C God; the (Veiling floods 
 
 C3 ' Break in upon my foul : 
 * I link, and for.-GWs o'er my hsad 
 ' Like mighty waters roll. 
 
 2 * I cry till ail my voice be gone ; 
 
 * In tears I wafte the day : 
 
 ' My God, behold my longing eyes, 
 ' And friorten thy delay. 
 
 3 * They hate my feu! without a caufe, 
 
 * And (HI! their number grows 
 
PSALM LXIX, 147 
 
 * More than the hairs around my bead, 
 
 * And mighty are my foes, 
 
 $. * 'Twas then I paid that dreadful debt 
 ' That men could never pay, 
 
 * And gave thofe honors to thy law* 
 
 « Which tinners took away.' 
 £ Thus in the preat Mediae's name 
 The royal Prophet mourns ; 
 Thus he awakes our heart to grief, 
 And gives us joy by turns. 
 
 6 * Now (hail the faints rejoice, and find 
 
 * Salvation in thy name ; 
 
 ' For 1 have borne their heavy load 
 
 * Or forrew, pa;n and fhame. 
 
 7 ' Grief, like a garment, cloth'd me round, 
 
 * And iackcloth was my c*refs, 
 'While I procurd for naked fouls 
 
 * A robe of righteoufnefs. 
 
 8 ' Among!! my brethren and the Jews 
 
 ' I like a flranger flood, 
 ' And bore their viie reproach, to bring 
 
 * The Gentiles near to God. 
 
 9 ' I came in finful mortals (lead 
 
 * To do my Fa f her's will ; 
 
 ' Yet when I c!eans"d my father's hcufe, 
 1 They fcandaliz'd my zeal. 
 
 10 ' My fading, and my holy groans 
 
 1 Were made the drunkard's fong ; 
 ' But God from his celeftia! throne 
 
 * Heard my complaining tongue, 
 
H3 psalm lxix, 
 
 i i * He fav'd me from the dreadful deep, 
 1 Nor !et my foul be drown'd ; 
 
 * He rais'd and fix'd my finking feet 
 
 ■ On well eftablifhM ground. - 
 12 ■ 'Twas in a moft accep'ed hour 
 
 * My pray'r arofe on high, 
 
 * And for rny fake my God fhal! hear 
 
 * The dying tinner's cry.* 
 
 Fs alm 69 Vcr 14 — 2r, 26, 29. 32. 
 
 Part 2 [C. M.] 
 
 j "VTOW let our lips with holy fear 
 JlSI And mournful pleafure finp, 
 'i he fuff'rings of our great high prieft, 
 The forrov s of our king. 
 
 2 Ke fi : ks in fiords of deep diflrefs ; 
 
 How high the waters lifr ! 
 While to his heavenly Father's ear 
 He fends per;e:ua! cti s. 
 
 3 l Hear me. O Lord, and fave thy Sor, 
 
 4 Nor hide thy mining face ; 
 
 * Why mould thy r&v'rite look, like one 
 
 * Fbrfaken of thy grace. 
 
 4. * With rajje they perfecute the mao 
 
 * That groar.s beneath thv wound, 
 
 * While tor a facrifice I pour 
 
 * My ii^e upon the ground 
 
 t « T! ey t»ead my honor to the dufr, 
 
 * And laugh when 1 complain, 
 
 f Thtir iharp infuhing flaoders add 
 
PSALM LXiX. 149 
 
 i Frefh anguifh to my pain. 
 
 6 * All my reproach is known to thee, 
 
 * The fcandal and the fhame ; 
 
 ' Reproach has broke my bleeding heart, 
 
 * And lies defil'd my name. 
 
 7 * I look'd for pity, but in vain ; 
 
 ' My kindred are my grief : 
 ' I a.fk my frieads for comfort round, 
 4 But meet with no relief. 
 
 8 * With vinegar they mock my thirft ; 
 
 * They give me gall for food : 
 
 ' And, (porting with -my dying groans, 
 
 * They triumph in my blood. 
 
 9 * Shine into my diftreffed foul, 
 
 ' Let thy companion fave ; 
 « And tho' my flefh fink down to death, 
 
 * Redeem it from the grave. 
 io*I (hall arife 'o praife thy name, 
 
 * Shall reign in worlds unknown ; 
 'And thy fal-vation, O my God, 
 
 * Shall feat me on thy throne.' 
 
 Psalm 69. Part 3. [C. M.] 
 
 1 X7 AT HER, I fi >g thy wond'rous grace, 
 .J.. I blefs my Savior's name ; 
 
 He bought falvation for the poor, 
 And bore the dinner's fhame. 
 
 2 His deep diftrefs hath rais'd us high, 
 
 His duty and his zeai 
 Ma 
 
iro PSALM LXIX. 
 
 *> 
 
 FuiHil'd the law which mortals broke. 
 And finjfh'd a'l thy wiH. 
 
 3 His dying groans, his liviro foo'gs, 
 
 Shall better pleafe ray God, 
 Than harp or trumpet's folernn found, 
 Than pofat's or bullock s blood. 
 
 4 This (hall his humble follow' rs fee, 
 
 And fet their hearts at re it ; 
 They by his death draw near to thee, 
 And live forever biefir. 
 
 5 Let ! eav'n, and ai) that dwell on high, 
 
 To God tffcir voices rale, 
 While rand's and leas affift th. Iky, 
 And j^nt' advance the praife. 
 
 6 Z>on is thine, moft holy Gad ; 
 
 Thy Son (hall biffs her gates, 
 And glory purchased by his blood 
 For thy own Ift'e) waits. 
 
 Psalm 69. Part 1. [L. M.] 
 
 EEP in our hearts let us record 
 The deeper forrows of our Lord ; 
 Behold ! the rifiog billows roil 
 To overwhelm his hcly foul. 
 In Song complaints he fiends his breath, 
 While hofis of hell, and pow'rs of death, 
 And a'l the fons of malice, join 
 To execute their curfr dtfi n. 
 Yer, naciou" God, thy pow'r and love, 
 Has nsaoe the curie a blfTi g prove? 
 
PSALM LXJX. 151 
 
 Thofe dreadful fufPrings of thy Son 
 Aton'dfor fins which we had done. 
 
 4 The pangs of cur expiring Lord 
 The honors of thy law relior'd ; 
 His fcrrows made thy jufiiee known, 
 And paid for follies not his own. 
 
 5 O ! for his fake our guilt forgive, 
 And kt the mourning (inner live ; 
 r IYe Lord will hear us in his name, 
 Nor fhal! our hope be turned to Hiame. 
 
 Psalm 69. Ver. 7, &c. Part 2. [L. M.] 
 
 WAS for thy fake, eternal God, 
 
 Thy fon fuftain'd that heavy load 
 Ot bale reproach and lore dif-irace, 
 And fnan e defiPd his facred face. 
 
 2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin, 
 A bus d the man that check'd their fin : 
 While he fulfrl'd thy hoy laws, 
 They ha v e him, but without a caufe, 
 
 3 [ k My Father's houfe, (faid he) was mads 
 * A place for wcrfhip, not for trade ;" 
 Then fcatt'ring ail their go d and brafs, 
 He fcourg'd the merchants from the place. 
 
 4 Z-al for the temple or his God 
 Confum'd his life, expos'd '..is blood : 
 Reproaches at tHy glory thrown 
 
 He felt, and mourn 'd them as his own.] 
 
 5 [His friends forlook, his toilow'rs fl:d, 
 While ims and arms furround h;s head? 
 
i 5 2 PSALM LXXI. 
 
 They curfe him with a fland'rous tongue 
 And the falfe judge maintains the wrong.]] 
 
 6 His life they load with hateful lies, 
 And charge his lips with blafphemies : 
 They nail him to the fhameful tree ; 
 There hung the man that dy'd for me. 
 
 7 [Wretches, with hearts as hard as (tones, 
 Jnfult his p ety and groans ; 
 
 Gall was the food they gave him there, 
 And mock'd his third with vinegar J 
 
 8 But God beheld, and from his throne 
 JViarks cut the men that hate his Son ; 
 The hand that rais'd him from the dead 
 Shall pour due vengeance on their head. 
 
 Psalm 71. Ver. 5 — 9. Part 1. £C. M.] 
 
 1 1\/TY God, my everlafting hope, 
 JLV X I l^e upon thy truth : 
 
 Thy hands have held my childhood up, 
 And ftrengthen'd al! my youth. 
 
 2 Jvly flefh was fafhion'd by thy pow'r, 
 
 With all thefe hmbs of mine : 
 And from my mother's painful hour 
 I've been enirely thine. 
 
 3 Still has my life new wonders feen 
 
 Repeated ev'ry year : 
 Behold my days that yet remain, 
 I trull them to thy care. 
 
 4 Caft me not off when (trength declines, 
 
 When hoary hairs ante ; 
 
PSALM LXXT. 15s 
 
 And round me ret thy glory fhine, 
 
 Whene'er thy fervant dies. 
 Then in the hift'ry of my ape, 
 
 When men review my days, 
 They'll read thy love in ev'ry page, 
 
 In ev'ry line thy praife. 
 
 Psalm 7c 15, 14, 16, 23, 22,. 24. 
 Part 2. [C. M.] 
 
 1 1% fW Y Savior, my almighty friend, 
 JLVjL When I begin thy praife, 
 Where will the growing numbers end, 
 
 The numbers of thy grace? 
 
 2 Thou art my everlafling truft, 
 
 Thy goodnefs I adore ! 
 And fince I knew thy graces firft, 
 I fp^ak thy glories njore. 
 
 3 My feet {hall travel all the length 
 
 Of the celeitial read, 
 And march with courage in thy (Irength, 
 To fee my Fathei God, 
 
 4 When I am fiii'd with fore dilirefs 
 
 For fome furprifi^g fin, 
 I'll plead thy perfecl ri^hteoufnefs, 
 And mention cone but th ne. 
 
 5 How will my lips rej ;:ce :o teil 
 
 The vicl ries of my King ! 
 My foul, redeemed for* fia and hell, 
 Shall thy falvation fing. 
 
 6 [My tongue matt a 1 the day proclaim 
 
 My Savio? and my God | 
 
i 5 4- PSALM LXXI. 
 
 Kis death hath brought my foes to {hame* 
 And drown M them in his blood. 
 7 Awake, avrake, my tuneful pow'rs j 
 With this delightful fong 
 
 I'll entertain the darkeft hours, 
 Nor thick the feafon long 3 
 
 Psalm 71. Ver. 17—21. Part 3. [C. M.] 
 
 1 S~*\ OD of my childhood, and my youth i 
 
 V_X The guide of aSI my days, 
 
 1 have declar'd thy heav'nly truth, 
 
 And told shy wond'rous ways. 
 
 2 Wiit tbcu forlake my hoary hairs, 
 
 And leave my fainting heart ? 
 Who (hall fufbio my finking years, 
 If God my flrength depart f 
 
 3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim 
 
 To the furviving age, 
 And leave a faver of thy name, 
 When I (ha! I quit the frage. 
 
 4 The land of flience and of death 
 
 Attends my next remove ; 
 O ! may tiefe poor remains of breath 
 Teach the wide world thy love. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 Thy righteoufntfs is deep and high ; 
 
 Uniearchable thy deeds : 
 Thy glory ipreads beyepd the fky, 
 And all my pra fe exceeds. 
 
 6 Oft have I heard thy threar'nings roar, 
 
 And eft endur'd Jbe grief ; 
 
 < 
 
PSALM LXXII. i 55 
 
 But when thy hand hath prefs'd rae fore, 
 Thy grace w^s my relief. 
 
 7 By long experience have I known 
 
 Thy fov'reign pow'r to fave ; 
 At thy command I venture down 
 Securely to the grave. 
 
 8 When T lie buried d^ep in duft, 
 
 My fl^m ftia'l be thy care 3 
 Tbcfs with'ring limbs with thee I tfujt s 
 To raife them Rronp and fair. 
 
 Psalm 72. Part J. [L. M.j 
 
 1 /^ REAT God, whofe univerfaf fway 
 \jJT The known & unknown worlds obey \ 
 Now give the kingdom to thy Son, 
 Extend his pow'r, exa't his throne. 
 
 2 Thy fceptre well becomes his hands, 
 All heav'n fubmits to his commands ; 
 His juftice mall revenge the poor, 
 And pride and rage prevail no more. 
 
 3 With pow'r he vindicates thejufr, 
 And treads th* opprefibr in the dutl ; 
 His worfhip and his fea> mall laft, 
 
 Till hours, and years, and time be paft. 
 
 4 As rain on meadows newly mown, 
 So fhall he fend his influence down's 
 His grace on fainting fouls diftiHs, 
 Like heav'n'y dew on thirfty hills. 
 
 5 The heathen lands that lie beneath 
 The fhades of over- Spreading deathj 
 
156 PSALM LXXII. 
 
 Revives at his firft dawning light, 
 And deferts blofTom at the fight. 
 6 The faints fhall flourim in his davs, 
 Dreft in the robes of joy and praife ; 
 Peace, like a liver, from his throne 
 Shall flow to nations yet unknown. 
 
 Psalm 72. Part 2. [L, M.] 
 
 1 TESUS fhall reign where'er the. fun 
 
 *| Does his fucceflive journiT-s run : 
 His kingdom ftretch from fhore to more, 
 Till moons fhall wax and wane no-more. 
 
 2 [Behold • the iflands with their kings, 
 And Europe her bed tribute brings : 
 From north to fouth the princes msct 
 To pay their homage at ins feet. 
 
 3 There Perfia, g'orious to behold, 
 There India fnines in eaflern gold ; 
 And barb'rous nations at his word 
 Submit, and bow, and own their Lord. 
 
 4 For him fiiall endlefs prayer be made, 
 And praifes throng to croy/n r is head ; 
 His name, like Tweet perfume, (hill rife 
 With ev 3 ry rooming facrifice. 
 
 5 P-ople and realms of ev'ry tongue, 
 Dwell on his love. with fwettelt fong ; 
 And infants' voices fhall proclaim 
 Their early bh- flings on h«s name. 
 
 6 B!<fiings abound whue'er he reigns : 
 The pris'ner leaps to lufe his chains j 
 
PSALM LXXIII. 157 
 
 The weary find eternal reft, 
 
 And all the Tons of want are bltfl. 
 
 7 [Where he driprays firs heading pow'r, 
 Death and the curfe are known no more ; 
 In him the tr'.bes of Adam boaft 
 
 More bi-ffings than their father loft. 
 
 8 Let ev'ry creature rife and bring 
 Peculiar honors to their K'ng ; 
 Angels defcend with Fongis again. 
 And Earth repeat the loud A men.]] 
 
 Psalm 73. Part r. [C. M.] 
 
 1 VTOW I'm convinc'd the Lord is k'nd 
 X ^ To men of heart fmcere.;" 
 
 Yet once my fopllfh thoughts repin'd, 
 And border'd on defpair. 
 
 2 I griev'd to fee the wicked thrive, 
 
 And fpoke with angry breath, 
 
 * Kow pleafant and profane they live ! 
 
 ' How peaceful is their death ! 
 ^ * With well fed $e(h and haughty eyes, 
 
 * They Jay their fears to fieep ; 
 'Again!! the heavens their' (landers rife, 
 
 * While faints in Jaience weep. 
 
 4 ' In vain I lift my hands to pray, 
 
 ' And cleanfe my heart in vain ; 
 
 * For I am cbaften'd all the day, 
 
 * The night renews my pain.' 
 
 5 Yet while my tongue indnlg'd complaints, 
 
 I fch my heart reprove, 
 N 
 
j 5 3 PSALM LXXIIL 
 
 ' Sure I fhnl! thus offend thy faints, 
 * And grieve the men I love.' 
 
 6 But fliii I Found my doubts too hard, 
 
 The confl £t too fevere, 
 Till I retir'd to fearch thy word, 
 And learn thy fecrets there. 
 
 7 There, as in fome prophetic giafs, 
 
 I faw the finner's feet 
 High mounted on a flipp'ry place, 
 Btfide a fiery pit. 
 
 8 I heard the wretch profanely boaft, 
 
 Fill at thy frowns he ft 11 ; 
 His honors in a dream were iou, 
 And he awakes in hell. 
 
 9 Lord, what an envious fool I was ! 
 
 How like a thoughtlefs beaft ! 
 Thus to fufpeet thy promis'd grace, 
 And think the wicked blefr. 
 
 10 Yet was I kept from fell defpair, 
 
 Upheld by pow'r unknown ; 
 That b! fled hand which broke the foare, 
 Shall guide me to thy throne. 
 
 Psalm 73. Ver. 23—28. Fart 2. [C. M.] 
 
 OD, my fupporter and my hope, 
 My help forever near, 
 Time arm of mercy held me up, 
 
 When finking in defpair. 
 Thy courfc.'s, Lord, fliali cuide my feet 
 Through this dark wildernefs ; 
 
PSALM LXXVII. 16.7 
 
 Psalm 77., Part 2. [C. M.] 
 
 1 « T TOW awful is thy chaft'ning rod V 
 
 JL JL (May thine own children fay) 
 ' The great, the wife, the dreadiu! God ! 
 * How holy is bis way!' 
 
 2 1*11 meditate his works of old ; 
 
 The King that reigns above ! 
 
 I'll hear his ancient wonders told, 
 
 And learn to trufl his love* 
 
 3 Long did the houfe of J'ofeph lie 
 
 With Egypt's yoke oppreft : 
 Long he delay'd to hear their cry, 
 Nor gave his people reft. 
 
 4 The fons of good old Jacob feem'd 
 
 Abandon'd to their fees ; 
 
 But his almighty arm redeemed 
 
 The nation that he ehofe. 
 
 5 Ifr*el, his people, and his meep> 
 
 Muft follow where re calls : 
 Ke bids them venture thro* the deep. 
 And makes the waves their walls* 
 
 6 The waters faw thee, mighty God 1 
 
 The waters faw thee come ; 
 Backward they fled, and frighted {food* 
 To make thine armies room 
 
 7 Strange was thy journey thro* the £a » 
 
 Thy ioo'fteps, Lord, unknown : 
 Terrors attend the wond*rous way 
 That brings thy mercies down • 
 
168 PSALM LXXVIII. 
 
 8 [Thy voice, wih terror in the found, 
 Thro' clouds and datknefs broke ; 
 All heav'n in lightning fnor.e around, 
 And earth with thunder mook. 
 <p Thine arrows thro' the ffcies were hurl'd ; 
 How glorious is the Lord ! 
 Surprife and trembiing feiz'd the world, 
 And his own faints aoor'd. 
 10 He gave them water from the reck, 
 And fafe by Mofes' hand 
 Thro* a dry defert led his i&ock 
 Home to the promis'd land.] 
 
 Psalm 7S. Part r. £C. M] 
 
 ET Children hear the mighty deeds 
 Which God perform'd if nj.i ; 
 Which in our younger years we fa 7/, 
 And which our faihers told. 
 
 2 He bids us make his glaives known : 
 
 His works of pew'r and grace ; 
 And we'il convey his wonders down, 
 Tf.ro' ev'ry tiling race. 
 
 3 Our lips frail tell them to cur fons, 
 
 And they again to theirs ; 
 That generations yet unbein 
 
 May teach them to their heirs. 
 .4 Thus mall they learn in God alone 
 
 Their hope -fecurely ftands : 
 That they may ne'er forget his worki, 
 
 But praclife his commands. 
 
PSALM UCXV1II. i% 
 
 Psalm 78. Part 2. [C. M,] 
 
 OWH^T a ftiff rebellious houfe 
 Was Jacob's ancient race I 
 Falfe to their own molt fblcrnn vo-vs, 
 
 And to their Maker's grace. 
 They broke the cov'nant o c his love, 
 
 And did his laws defpife, 
 Forgot the woiks h? wrought to prove 
 
 His pow'r before their ey^?. 
 They favv the plagues on Egypt light 
 
 From his revenging hand : 
 What dreadful tokens of his might 
 
 Spread o'er the (lubborn land. 
 They faw him cleave the mighty Tea, 
 
 And march in fafety through, 
 With wat'ry waifs to guard the v/ay, 
 
 Till they had -*fcap*d the (oit. 
 A wond'roua pillar nvarkM the road, 
 
 Compos'd of (hade and light ; 
 By day it prov'd a fhelt'ring c'oud^ 
 
 A leading fire by night. 
 He from the rock their third fupply'd; 
 
 The gufhing waters fell, 
 And ran in rivers by their fide, 
 
 A conftant miracle. 
 Yet they provok'd the Lord mod high, 
 
 And dar'd .diftruft his hand ; 
 * Can he with bread our bod: fupplj 
 
 4 Amidft this defsrtjand V 
 O 
 
17® PSALM LXXVIIL 
 
 8 The Lord with indignation heard, 
 And caus'd Ms' wrath to ft trr.e : 
 His terrors ever frand prep?.r\i 
 To vindicate his rame. 
 
 Psalm 78. Part 3. [C. M.] 
 
 1 T7|7 HEN Hr'ei fins the Lord reprojres, 
 
 V V And fills their hearts with dread; 
 Yet he forgives the men he loves, 
 And fends theni heav 3 n!y bread. 
 
 2 He fed them with a lib™! hand, 
 
 And made his trealures known : 
 He gave the midnight c'ouds command 
 To pour provi{icns down. 
 
 3 The manna, like a morning fhow'r, 
 
 Lay thick around thtir feet ; 
 The corn of heaven, fo light, fo pure, 
 As iho' 'twere angels meat. 
 
 4 But they in murm'ring language faid, 
 
 * Manna is all our feaft ; 
 
 * We loathe this light, this airy bread ; 
 
 * We muft have flem to tafte ' 
 
 5 « Ye (hall have flefh to pteafs your Juft,' 
 
 The Lord in wrath reply d ; 
 And fent them quails like find or dull, 
 Heap'd up from fide to fide. 
 
 6 He p.ve them all thfir own defire ; 
 
 And, greedy as they fed, 
 li s vengeance burnt with fecret fire, 
 And foote the rebels dead. 
 
PSALM LXXVIII. 17* 
 
 7 When fame were {bin, 'he red retura'd, 
 
 And fought the Lord with tears : 
 Under the rod they fear d and mourn \J, 
 But foon forgot their fears, 
 
 8 Oft he chalrls'd and (fill forgave, 
 
 Till, by his gracious hand, 
 
 The nation he refolv'd to fave 
 
 PofiVfs'J the promised land. 
 
 Psalm 78. Ver. 32..&C. Part 4 [L. M.] 
 
 1 f~^ RE AT God, how oft did ifraei prove 
 V_J By turns thine aogsr and thy love ! 
 There in a g'afs our hearts may fee 
 How fickle and how f.lfe they b?. 
 
 2 How foon the faithlefs Jews forgot 
 
 The dreadful wonders God had wrought ! 
 Then they provoke him to his face. 
 Nor fear bis pow'r, nor truft his grace. 
 
 3 The Lord confum'd their years in pain, 
 And madd their travels long and vain ; 
 A tedious march through unknown way?, 
 Wore out their ftreng'h and fpent their days, 
 
 q, Oft whtn they faw their brethren fliin, 
 They mourn'd and fought the Lord again j 
 Calrd him the rock of their abode, 
 Their high Redeemer and their God. 
 
 5 T^e r pray'rs and vows before him rifj 
 As flau'ring words, or folemn lies, 
 WhiSe their rebellious tempers prove 
 Faife to his cov'nant and his love. 
 
r 7 2 PSALM LXXX. 
 
 6 Yet did his fov'reign grace forgive 
 The men who ne'er deferv'd to live; 
 His anger oft away he turn'd, 
 
 Or elfe with gentle fkme it burn'd. 
 
 7 He faw their flcfn was Wrak 2nd frail, 
 He faw temptarions (till prevail : 
 
 The God of Abraham lov'd them fHU, 
 And led them to his holy hill. 
 
 Psalm 80. [L. M.] 
 RE AT Shepherd of thine Ifrael, 
 Who didft between the cherubs dwell, 
 And led the tribes, thy chofen fheep, 
 Safe through the defert and the deep, 
 
 2 Thy church is in the dtfert new ; 
 Shine frcm on high and guide us thro* ; 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore ; 
 We fhal! be fav'd, and figh no more. 
 
 3 Great God, whom heav'nly hofls obey, 
 How long (hall we lament and pray, 
 And wait in vain thy kind return ? 
 How long (hall thy fierce anger burr. ? 
 
 4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread, 
 Thy faints with their own tears are fed : 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, 
 
 We ma'l be fav'd an d fi^H no more. 
 
 PAUSE I 
 
 5 Haft thou not planted with thy hands 
 A lovely vine in heathen lands ? 
 Did not thy pow'r defend it round, 
 A&d heav'nly dews ecrich the ground r 
 
PSALM LXXX. 173 
 
 6 How did the fpreadiog branches (hoot, 
 And biefs the nations with the fruit I 
 Bar now, dear Lord, look down and fee 
 Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree, 
 
 7 Wny is its beauty thus defac'd ? 
 W ; -y had thou laid her fences wafts ? 
 Strangers and foes again ft herjoio, 
 And ev'ry beaft devours the vine, 
 
 8 Re:jrn, almighty God, return ; 
 Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn 1 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, 
 We {hall be fav'd, and figh no more. 
 
 PAUSE 2. 
 
 9 Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew* 
 Thou waft its ftrsngth and glory too S 
 Attaek'd in vain by all its foes, 
 
 Till the fait branch ofpromife rofe. 
 
 10 Fair branch, ordain'd of old to (hoot- 
 Fro m David's ftock, from Jacob's root 5 
 Himfelf a noble vine, and we 
 
 The Itffcr branches of the tree- 
 I) ' Tis thine own Son, and he (hall (rani, 
 Girt with thy ftrength at thy right hand 5 
 Thy firft born Son, adorn'd and blcft 
 With pow'r and grace above the reft* 
 12 O ! for his fake attend our cry, 
 Shine; on thy churches left they die : 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, 
 We (ball be fdv'd and figh no vaovg* 
 
i fa PSALM LXXXL LXXXII 
 
 Psalm 8i. i. 8— 16. [S. M.j 
 
 J QING to the Lord aloud, 
 l3 And make a cheerful noife ; 
 God is cur (Irergth, our Savior God, 
 Let Ifr2ei hear his voice. 
 
 2 ' From vile idolatry 
 
 ' Prderve my wormip clean ; 
 ' I am the Lord who fet thee free 
 
 * From flavery and fin. 
 
 3 ' Stretch thy defires abroad, 
 
 * And III fupply them all ; 
 
 * But if ye will rcfufe your God, 
 ■ if Ifr'e! will rebel ; 
 
 4 * I'll leave them,' faith the Lord, 
 
 ' To their own lulls a prey, 
 ' And let them run the dang'rous road, 
 ' 'Tis their own chofen way. 
 
 5 'Yet, O! that a!! my faints 
 
 ' Would hearken to my voice ! 
 ' Soon I would eafe their fore complaints 
 ' And bid their hearts rejoice. 
 
 6 « While I deitroy'd their foes, 
 
 * I'd richly feed my flock, 
 
 ' And they fhall tafte the dream that fljws 
 ' From their eternal rock.' 
 
 " A"' 
 
 Psalm 82. [L. M.] 
 
 MONG th' afTemblics of the great 
 greater ruler takes his feat : 
 
PSALM LXXXIII. 175 
 
 The God of heav'n, ss judge, furveys 
 Thofe Gods on earth, arrd ail their ways, 
 
 2 Why will ye then ftame wicked laws t 
 Or why fupport th* unrighteous caufe ? 
 When uill ye once defend the poor, 
 That finners vex the faints no more ? 
 
 3 They kn®w not, Lord, nor \\\\\ they know 3 
 Daik are the ways in which they go : 
 Their name of earthly gods is vain, 
 For they (hall fall and die like men. 
 
 3. Arif, O Lord, and let thy Soa 
 PcfTefs his univerfal throne, 
 
 And rule the nations with his rod \ 
 He is our Judge* and he our God. 
 
 Psalm 83. [S. M.] 
 
 1 A ND will the God of Grace 
 jT\. Perpetual f^enceke c p? 
 The God of judice hold his peace, 
 
 And let his vengeance fleep ? 
 
 2 Behold, what curfed fnares 
 
 The men of mifchief fpread ! 
 The men that hate thy faints and thee^ 
 L,ift up their threatening head, 
 a Againfl thy hidden ones 
 
 Their counfels they employ, 
 And malice, with her watchful eye 5 
 Purfues them to deffroy. 
 
 4. The noble and the bafe 
 
 Into thy pafiures leap § 
 
r/6 PSALM LXXXIV. 
 
 The lion and the ftupid afs 
 Confpire to vex thy fheep. 
 
 5 * Come, let us join,' they cry, 
 
 * To root them from the ground, 
 
 * Till not the name of faints remain, 
 
 * Nor mem'ry ihall be found.' 
 
 6 Awake, almighty God, 
 
 And call thy wrath to mind ; 
 Give them like forefts to the fire, 
 Or ftubble to the wind. 
 
 7 Convince their madnefs, Lord, 
 
 And make them fetk thy name ; 
 Or elle their ftubborn ra2e confound, 
 That they may die in {name. 
 S Then (hail the nations know 
 
 That glorious, dreadful word, 
 Jehovah is thy name alone, 
 And thou the fov'reign Lord. 
 
 Psalm 84. Part 1. [L. M ] 
 
 j T_T OW p ? eafant, how divinely fair, 
 X~l O Lord of hoils, thy dwellings are 
 Wi'h long defire my fpirit faints 
 To meet th' alfemblies of thy faints. 
 
 2 My flefh would reft in thine abode, 
 My panting heart cries out for God ! 
 My God ! my king ! why fhould I be 
 So far from all my joys and th j e ? 
 
 3 The Sparrow fchoofes where to reft, 
 And for her young provides f?er neft : 
 
PSALM LXXXIV. X77 
 
 But win rny God to fparrov/s c rant 
 That pleafure \v- ich his cMiMren want I? 
 
 4 B ; eft are the fains who fi.f en high, 
 Aiound thy throne of Majefly ; 
 Thy brighter! glories flvn. above, 
 And a'l their work is pfaife and love, 
 
 5 Blrft are the fou!s that find' a place 
 Within the temple of thy gr&ct ; 
 There they behoid thy gentler rays? 
 And feek thy face, and learn thy pra'fe, 
 
 6 Bfefr are the men whofe hearts are fet 
 To find a way to Zi~n's gate ; 
 
 God is their ftrength ; and thro" the road 
 They lean upon their helper, God. 
 
 7 Cheerful 'hey wa!k with growing ftrength, 
 Till all fhall meet in heaven at length, 
 Till all before thy face appear, 
 
 And join in nobler wcrfhip there. 
 
 Psalm 84. Part 2. [L. M ] 
 
 1 /^1 REAT God attend, while Zion fings 
 VJF The joy that from thy preface fprings ; 
 To f-pend one day wi h thee on earth 
 Exceeds a thcufand days of mirth, 
 
 % Might I enjoy the meaneft place 
 Within thy houfe, O God of grace, 
 Not tents of eafe, nor thrones of pow'r, 
 Should tempt my feet to leav-e thy doer, 
 
 j God is our fun, he makes our day ; 
 God is our fhield, he guards our way 
 
i-S PSALM LXXXIV. 
 
 From all th' afoul ts of hell and fin, 
 From fees without and foes within. 
 
 4 All need'ul grace will God bellow, 
 And crown that grace with glory too ; 
 He gives us all things, and withholds 
 No real good from upright fou's. 
 
 5 O God, our K ng, whofe fov'reign fway 
 The glorious hofts ofheav'n obey; 
 And devils at thy pretence flee, 
 
 Bieft is the man ihat trulls in thee. 
 
 Psalm 84, Ver. 1, 4, 2, 3, 10. Paraphrafcd. 
 [C. M.J 
 
 Y foul, how lovely is the ptace 
 To which thy God reforts ! 
 'Tis heav'n to fee his fniling face, 
 Though in his earthly courts. 
 
 2 There the great Monarch of the (kies 
 
 Kis faving pow'r difplays, 
 And light breaks in upon our eyes 
 With kind and quick'ning rays. 
 
 3 With his rich gifts the heav'nly Dove 
 
 Defcends and fills the place, 
 Whi'e Chriit reveals his wond'rous love, 
 And fheds abroad his grace. 
 
 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare 
 
 The ftcrers of thy will ; 
 And Hill they feek thy rr.vrcy there, 
 Aad fing thy praifes dill. 
 
PSALM LXXXIV. 179 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 ||| My heart and flefti ay out for thee 
 While far from trine abode ; 
 When ill 2 1 1 I tread thy courts and fes 
 My Savior and my God ? 
 5 The fparrow builds herfeif a nefl 1 , 
 And fuff.rs no remove ; 
 O make me like the fparrcws bleft, 
 To dwell but where I love ! 
 7 To fit one day beneath thine eye. 
 And hear thy gracious voice, 
 Exceeds a whole eternity 
 Employ } d in carnal joys. 
 3 Lord, at thy threshold 1 would wrait, 
 While Jefus is within, 
 Rather than (ill a throne of ftate, 
 Or live in tents of fin. 
 9 Could 1 command the fpacious land? 
 And the more bound lefs Tea, 
 For one blefl hour at thy right hand 
 I'd give them both away. 
 
 Psalm 84. As the 148 h Pfarm. 
 1 T ORDofthe worlds above, 
 1 J How p'eafant and how faif s 
 The dwellings of thy love, 
 Thy earthly temples are S 
 To thine abode 
 My heart afpires, 
 With warm debves 
 To fee my God, 
 
180 PSALM LXXXIV. 
 
 2 The fparrcw for her young 
 With plfafure feeks a nell : 
 Aati u'ancl'finp fwallows iGng 
 Tg find their wonted reft : 
 
 My fpirit faints 
 Wi'h equal z^al, 
 To rife and dwell 
 Amonp thy fainrs. 
 
 3 O happy f .uls that pray 
 Where God appo nt3 to hear ? 
 O harpy men that pay 
 Their conftant fervice there ! 
 
 They praife ^hee dill : 
 And happy t ; ey 
 That iove the v. ay 
 To Zon's hiH ! 
 
 4 They go from ftreng^h to flrengtb, 
 Thro* this dark vale" of tears, 
 
 7 ill each arrives at length, 
 ^ Till each in heav'n appears : 
 O glorious feat, 
 When God our King 
 b -ill thither bring 
 Our wiiiieg feet ! 
 
 PAUSE- 
 
 £ To fpend one 1-cred day 
 
 Where God and faints abide, 
 Affords diviner joy 
 Than thouiarjd days befide : 
 
PSALM LXXXV. iSi 
 
 Where God reforts, 
 
 I iove i? mare 
 
 To keep the door, 
 
 Than mine in courts. 
 God is car fun and fhield? 
 Our light and our defence ; 
 With gifts his hands are fili'<V 
 We draw our bleffings thence i 
 
 He (hall b?ilow 
 
 On Jacob's race 
 
 Peculiar grace 
 
 And glory too. 
 The Lord his people loves : 
 Kis hand no good withholds 
 Frooi thofe his heart approves. 
 From pure and pious fouls i 
 
 Thrice happy he, 
 
 O God of hods, 
 
 Whofe fp'rit trufts 
 
 Alone in thee* 
 
 Psalm 85, 1— 8. Part u [L. M ] 
 ORL>,thouhaftcali'dthygriceTornind» 
 Tbou had: rerers'd our heavy doom : 
 So God forgave when Ifr'el finn'd, 
 And brought his wand'riag captives home. 
 Thou haft begun to fet us free, 
 And made thy fierce ft wrath ab^te ;. 
 Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee. 
 And thy falvation be complete, 
 P 
 
iSz PSALM LXXXV. LXXXVI. 
 
 3 Revive our dying graces Lavd, 
 And let thy fa'n;s in tore fj-^i-e ; 
 Make knov.n thy truth, fulfil thy word ; 
 We wait for praife to tune our vcice. 
 
 4 We wart to hear what Go.i vsoil fay ; 
 He'!! fp ak and give i is .people peace ; 
 But 1st Bhem SUP no more ikftray* 
 Left liis r turning v. rath ir.creafe. 
 
 Psalm 85. Ver. 9, &c. Part 2. [L. M ] 
 
 i Q A LVATION is for ever nigh 
 
 \Jj The fouls that f?ar and trufttl.e Lord ; 
 And grace* d. fccrdi'.j'. from on high, 
 Frefli hcpes of giery (hall ritord. 
 
 2 Mercy and truth en earth are met, 
 
 ' Since Chrilr the LorJ came down from 
 By hie- obedience fa complete, [heav'n y 
 Jufiice is pleas'd, and peace is giv n. 
 
 3 Now truth and honor fka!l abound, 
 Religion dwell on aarth.agata, 
 
 .And beav'nly i- fl.ier.ee b'efs the ground, 
 In our' Redeemer's gentle reign. * 
 
 4 1-3 i s righteoufoefs is gone before, 
 To <.ive us free accefs to God ; 
 
 Our v. and'rin^ fret ih?M Oray no more, 
 But mark his (teps and keep the road. 
 
 Psalm 86. Ver. 8 — 13. [C M.j 
 
 MONG the princes, earthly Gods, 
 There's none hath pow'r divine ; 
 
PSALM LXXXVlf. 183 
 
 Nor is their nature, mighty Lord ! 
 Nor are their works iike thine, 
 
 2 The nations thou ha(fc made dull bring 
 
 Their ofF* rings round thy throne : 
 For thou alone dofi: wond'rous things, 
 For thou art God a!one. 
 
 3 Lord, i would walk with holy feet : 
 
 Teach me thiae heav'nly ways, 
 And my poor fcatter'd thoughts unite 
 In Cod my Father's praife. 
 
 4 Great is thy m rcy, and my tongue 
 
 Shall thole fwcet wonders te!!, 
 Row by thy grace my finking (buf 
 Rofe from the deips of hell. 
 
 Psalm 87. [L. M.] 
 
 1 /^ OD in his earthly temple lays 
 VJT Foundations for his beav'nly praife : 
 He likes the tents of Jacob we!!, 
 
 But (till in Z'on loves to dwell. 
 
 2 His' mercy viiits ev'ry houfe 
 
 That pay their night and morning vows ; 
 But makes a more delightful fray 
 Where churches meet to praife and pray, 
 
 3 What glories were defcrib'd of old ! 
 What wonders are of Zioa told ! 
 Thou city of our God below, 
 
 Thy fame (hail Tyre and Egypt know. 
 4. Fgypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, 
 Shall there begin their lives anew ; 
 
:8 4 PSALM LXXXIX. 
 
 Angels and men {hall join *o fitrg 
 The bill where living waters fpring. 
 
 5 When God makes up his Jaft account 
 Of natives in his holy mount, 
 'Twill be an honor to appear 
 
 As one new born or nouri(h'd there ! 
 
 Psalm 89. [L. M.] 
 
 1 IT 1 OR ever fhall my fong record 
 
 Jl The truth and mercy of the Lord ! 
 Ivlercy and truth forever ftand, 
 Like heav'n, eitablifli'd by his hand. 
 
 2 Thus to his fon he fware and faid, 
 
 * With thee my cov'nant fuft is made ; 
 
 * In thee fhall dying Tinners live, 
 
 « Glory and grace are thine to give. 
 g « Be thou my prophet, thou my pried ; 
 
 « Thy children mall be ever bled ; 
 
 « Thou art my chofen king : thy throne 
 
 « Shall (land eternal like my own. 
 4 « There's none of all my fons above 
 
 * So much my image or my love ; 
 « Celeflial pow'rs thy fubjedts are ; 
 
 « Then what can earth to thee compare ? 
 r * David, my fervant, whom I chofe 
 « To guard my flock, to crufli my foes, 
 « And rais'd him to the Jewifh throne, 
 'Was but a fhadow of my Ion." 
 
 6 Now let the church rejoice and fing, 
 Jefus her Savior and her King : 
 
PSALM LXXXIX. 185 
 
 Angels his heav'nly wonders (how, 
 And faints d-clare his works Mow. 
 
 Psalm 89. Part 1. [C. M.] 
 
 1 1\/r Y never-ceafing fongs fliatl (how 
 i_VjL The mercies of the Lord j 
 And make fucceediog ages know 
 
 How faiihful is his word. 
 
 2 The facred truths his lips pronounce 
 
 Shall firm as heav'n endure: 
 And if he (peak a promife once, 
 TV eternal grace is fare. 
 
 3 How long the race of Dav'd held 
 
 The promYd Jewifh throne ! 
 But there 3 s a nobler covenant feal'd 
 To David's greater Son. 
 
 4 His feed for ever Pnai! poiTcfs 
 
 A throne above the flees y 
 The meaneii fubjeel of his ^race 
 Shall to that ^lory rife. 
 
 5 Lord God of hofts, thy wond'rous ways 
 
 Are fung by fa ; nts above ; 
 And faints on earth their honors raife 
 To thine unchanging love. 
 
 Psalm 89. Ver. 7, &c. Part 2. [C. M-] 
 
 ! TIT ITH rev'rence let the faints appear, 
 
 V V And bow before the Lord ; 
 
 His high commands with rev'rence hear^ 
 
 And tremble at his word. 
 
 ? 2 
 
i86 PSALM LXXX1X. 
 
 2 Kow terrible thy glories be ! 
 
 How bright thine armies fliine ! 
 Where is the pow'r that vies with t? ee ?' 
 Or truth corrpar'd with thine ? 
 
 3 The northern pole, and fouthern, reft 
 
 On thy fupporting band ; 
 Daiknefs and day from eafl to weft 
 Move round at thy con.mand. 
 
 4 Thy words the raging winds control, 
 
 Ar.d rule the bull 'reus deepi 
 Tiicu mak'ftthe fleeying billows toll, 
 The rolling biilows fl ep. 
 
 5 Heav'r,. earth and air, and fea are thine, 
 
 And the daik world of hell ; 
 How did thine arm in vengeance fhine, 
 When Egypt durft rebel ! 
 
 6 Juftice and judgment are thy throne, 
 
 Yet word 'reus is thy grace ; 
 While truth and mercy joiu'd in one, 
 Invite us near thy lace. 
 
 Psalm 89. Ver. 15, &c. Part 3. [C. M.] 
 
 1 TQ LEbT are the fouls that hear and know 
 X5 The gofpel's joyful found; 
 
 I'eace fhall attend the path they go, 
 And light their ileps lu? round. 
 
 2 Their joy fhall bear their 1, irits up, 
 
 Through their Redeemer's name: 
 His rightecufnefs exalts their hope, 
 Nor taun. dares condemn. 
 
: PSALM LXXX1X, 18? 
 
 $ Tfe Lord, our g'cryand defence, 
 Str pgth and Salvation gives : 
 ifr'elj try King for ever reigns, 
 Thy God for ever liv.s. 
 
 Psalm 89. Ver. 19.. &c. Part 4. [C M.J 
 
 1 TJ EAR what the Lord in vifion faid, 
 X JL And made his mercy known : 
 
 * dinners, behold, your help is laid 
 
 * On my almighty Son, 
 
 2 * Bthold the man my wiCiom chofe 
 
 ' Among your, moral rac- 1 
 
 * His head my holy oil o'erfljws ; 
 
 * The Spirit of n.y grace. 
 
 3 * High (hall he reign on David's throae^ 
 
 ' My people's better King ; 
 
 * My arm (hall beat his riva's down, 
 
 * And fill new Tub] els bring. 
 
 4 * My truth {hail guard him in his way, 
 
 * Wuh mercy by his fide, 
 
 * While in my name thro' earth and fea. 
 
 * He (hall in triumph ride. 
 
 5 * Me for his Father and his God 
 
 * He (hail for ever own ; 
 
 1 Call me his rock, his high abode j 
 
 * And i*!l fupport my Son. 
 
 6 * My frrit-bom feon, airay'd in grace, 
 
 * At my right hand lruh fit ; 
 
 1 Beneath him angels know their place^ 
 4 And monarchs at his feet. 
 
188 PSALM LXXXIX. 
 
 <7 « My covViant fhnds forever fa& ; 
 
 * My promihs -ae ftrong : 
 « Film as the heav'ns his throne (hall !aft 
 
 * His feed endure as lonp,, 3 
 
 Psalm 89. Ver. 30 gcc. Part 5. £C. M 
 
 1 « y E r (fikh the Lord ) if Da rid 's rac 
 
 ][ * The children of my Son, 
 « Should break my laws, *bufe my grac 
 
 * And tempt mine anger down ; 
 
 2 * Their fins I'll vifit with the ro"*, 
 
 * And reake their folly fmart ; 
 
 ' But I'll not ccafe to be their God, 
 'Nor from my tru'h depart, 
 
 3 * My cev'naut 1 will ne'er tetoftff, 
 
 1 Bur keep my grace in R.ind ; 
 
 * And what eternal iove hath f^ok?, 
 
 * Eternal trurh (hall hind 
 
 4 ' Once lave I fwom (I need no more,) 
 
 1 And ple^g'd my holi^efs, 
 
 • To fea' the facred promife fine 
 
 * To Drvid and Ms race. 
 
 5 * The fur. Stall i:e his offspring r fe, 
 
 * Ar.d fp.ead from lea to fea, 
 
 ' long as he travels round the fki,s, 
 
 * To £ne the nations day. 
 
 6 * cure a?- t h e moon that rules the night 
 
 * His kingdom mail endure, 
 
 *Tii> the fixM laws of fhade and light 
 J Shall be obierv'd do more.' 
 
£SALM LXXX^X. iff 
 
 >SA1M 89. Ver 47, &c- Part 6. [L. M.] 
 
 A funeral Pfalm. 
 
 Remembfr, Lcrd, oui mortal ftate, 
 Howfra'Jour! fe! hew fhort the date I 
 Where is the man that draws Ms breath'^ 
 Safe from difeafe, fecure from death ? 
 Lord, while we fee whole rations die, 
 Our flefh and fenfe repine and cry, 
 
 * Muft death for ever rage and reign ? 
 
 * Or haft thou made mankind in vain ? 
 5 * Where is thy proroife to thejuft ? 
 
 * Are not thy iervants turnM to duft ?' 
 But faith forbids thefe mournful figh's, 
 And fees the deeping duft arife. 
 
 4 That glorious hour, that dread u! day, 
 Wipes trie reproach of faints away, 
 And clears the honor of thy word ; 
 Awake, our fouls ! and blefs the Lord. 
 
 Psalm 89. Ver. 47, &c. Part laft. As the 
 1 13th Pfalm. 
 r TP HINK, mighty God, 00 feeble man, 
 Jl How few his hours, how (hort his 
 fpan ! 
 Short from the cradle to the grave 5 
 Who can fecure his vital breath 
 Apainft the bold demands of death, 
 
 With&tli to fly, or pow'r to five. 
 Lcrd, ihatl it be for ever Gid, 
 «Ths tac§ of roan was only m.ad§ 
 
1 9 o PSALM XC. 
 
 ' For fickn-fs, forrow, and tne dufl r* 
 Are not thy fervants day by day 
 Sent to their graves and :urn'd to clay ? 
 
 Lord, where's thy kindoefs to ihejuii: 
 3* Haft thru nor promis'd to thy So^, 
 And all bis feed, a Seav'n'y cro'vn ? 
 
 But flrfh and ftnfe indulge defpair : 
 For ever blefTed be the Lord, 
 That faith can read his holy word, 
 
 And find a refurreclion tnere. 
 4 For ever bl'ff d bi the Lord ! 
 Wl o gives his faints' a long reward 
 
 For all their toil, reproach, and pain j 
 Let aH below, and a 1 above, 
 J in to proclaim thy wondrous love, 
 
 And each repeat a loud Amen. 
 
 Psalm 90. [L. M.] 
 /i mournful fjhg at a funeral 
 
 1 r a ^ hi Rt )' ev'iy age, eternal God ! 
 
 J[ Thou, art our 1 eft, our fafe abode ; 
 High was thy th-one er^ heav'n was made, 
 Or earth thy humble foot (tool laid. 
 
 2 Lon^ hadft thou reign 'd ere t-tne began, 
 Or duft was fafhion'd into man 5 
 
 And Jong thy kingdom (hall endure, 
 When earth and time (hall be no more, 
 
 3 But Hian, weak man, is born to die, 
 
 Made up of guilr and vanity : 
 
 Thy dreadful feritenee, Lord wasjufr., 
 
 * Return, ye (isners, i'o your dull.' 
 
PSALM XC. 191 
 
 [A thoufand of cur years amount 
 Scarce to a cJhv in thine account ; 
 Like yefterday's departed light, 
 Or the laPc watch of ending night. 
 
 PAUSE, 
 
 Death, like an overflowing dream, 
 Sweeps us away our life's a dream ; 
 An empty tale ; a morning flow'r, 
 Cut down and whher'd in an hour.J 
 
 6 Our age to feventy years is fet : 
 How fhort the term ! how. feu! the ftate I 
 And if to eighty v/e arrive, 
 We rather iigh and groan than live. 
 
 7 But O how oft thy wrath appears, 
 And cuts off our expecled years ! 
 Thy wrath awakes our humb ! e dread ; 
 We fear the pow'r that ftrikes us dead.] 
 
 8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man : 
 And kindly lengthen out our fpan, 
 Till a wife care of piety 
 
 Fiis us to die, and dwell with thee. 
 
 Psalm 90. .Ver. i — _j. Parti. [C.M.I 
 
 1 /~\UR God, our help in ages pair, 
 \J Our hope for years to come, 
 Our fhelter from the ftormy b{afc, % 
 And our eternal home. 
 % Under the madow of thy throne 
 Thy faints have dwelt fecure ; 
 
^9- 
 
 PSALM XC. 
 
 SufHcient is thine arm alone, 
 And our defence is lure. 
 
 3 Be f oie the hi'ls in order flood, 
 
 Or earth receiv'd her frame, 
 Fn m everlafting thou art God, 
 To endlefs years the fame. 
 
 4 Thy word commands our flelh to dull, 
 
 ' Return, ye fons of men ;' 
 All nations rofe from earth at firft, 
 And turn to earth again. 
 y A thoufand ages in thy Ci\\\t 
 Art l;ke an ev'ning gone ; 
 Short as the warch that ends the night 
 Before the rifing fun. 
 
 6 [The bufy tribes of flefh and blood, 
 
 With all their lives and cares, 
 Are carried downwards by the flood, 
 And loft in following years. 
 
 7 Time, like an ever rolling ftream, 
 
 Bears all his fens away : 
 They fly, forgotten, as a dream 
 Dies at the op'n'mg day. 
 8. Like flow'ry fields the nations (land, 
 Pleas'd with the morning light : 
 The fi.iw'rs beneath the mower's hand 
 Li- withering ere 'tis night.] 
 9 Our God, our help in ages pall, 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Be ih ;u our gunrd while troubles laft, 
 nnd our eternal home. 
 
PSALM XC. 193 
 
 Psalm 90. Ver. 8, 1 r, 9, 10, 12. Part 2. 
 [C. M;.] 
 
 ORD, if thine eyes furvey our faults, 
 j And juftice.grow levere, 
 Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts? 
 And burns beyond our fear. 
 
 2 Thine anger turns our frame to dud ; 
 
 By one offence to thee, 
 Adam, with all his fons, Ijave lofl 
 Their immortality. 
 
 3 Life, like a vain amufement, fliss, 
 
 A fable or a fong : 
 By fwift degrees our nature dies, 
 Nor can our joys be long. 
 
 4 ' Pis but a few whofe days amount 
 
 To threefcore years and ten ; 
 And all beyond that (hart account 
 Is forrow, toil, and pain. 
 
 5 [Our vitals With laborious ft rife 
 
 Bear up the crazy load, 
 And drag thole poor remains of life 
 Along the tireibme road.] 
 
 6 Almighty God, reveal thy io^e, 
 
 And not thy wrath alone ; 
 
 O let our fweet experience prove 
 
 The mercies of thy throne. 
 
 7 Cur fou-ls would learn the heav'nly art, 
 
 T ' improve the hours we have, 
 
i<h PSALM XC. 
 
 That we may scl the wifer part, 
 And !i\e beyond the grave* 
 
 Psalm 90. Ver. 13, &c. Part 3. [C .M.] 
 
 1 "Q ETURN, O God of iove return ; 
 .k\. Earth is a tireforne place : 
 How long mail we ti:y children mourn 
 
 Our abfence from thy face. 
 
 2 I. ft heav'ri fucceed our painful years ; 
 
 Let {in and lorrov; ccak : 
 
 And in proportion to cur tears, 
 
 So mske our joys ir;cre-.f?. 
 
 3 Thy wonders to thy fervants (how, 
 
 e thine cun work conip; 
 Then dial] cur fouls thy glory know, 
 And own thy love is gi 
 
 4 Then fliail we fnine before thy throne 
 
 In all thy beauty 9 Lord ; 
 And the poor fervice we have done 
 Meet a divine reward. 
 
 Psalm 90. Ver. 5, 10, 12. [S. M.j 
 
 1 T ORD, what a feeble piece 
 JL_j Is this our mortal frame ! 
 Our life, how poor a tiifle 'tis, 
 tat fcarce defer ves the name ! 
 I is, the brittle clay 
 That built our bodies fi.lt ! 
 And evVy month, and ev'ry day, 
 Tis mould'ring back 10 . 
 
PSALM XCL 195 
 
 3 Our moments Sy apace, 
 
 Nor will our minutes Piay J 
 Jul! like a flaod our hafty days 
 z^re fweeping us away. 
 
 4 Wei!, if our days rnufr ii ', 
 
 We'll keep their end in fightj 
 We'll fpend them all -in wifdeni's way, 
 And let them fgeed their ii : g>ht. 
 
 5 They'll waft us foe nfr o'er 
 
 This life's tempt-ft.uuus jfea ; 
 Sogo we (hall reach the -peaceful ffiore 
 0f bled eternity. 
 
 Psalm 91. Ver, 1 — 7. Part r. [L. M.I 
 
 E. that hath made his refuge G:u 4 „ 
 S: ail find a moft fecure abode ! 
 Shall wa'k all dny beneath feis fnsde, 
 And there at night flfgll red his head. 
 Then will I fay, < My God, thy pow'r 
 ' Shall be my fortre(s and my tow'r ; 
 * I that am fcrm'd of feeble dufr, 
 £ Make thine almf-lvy a^m roy tru:L ? 
 Thrice happy man ! thy Maker's care 
 Shall keep thee from the fowler's (cure | 
 Satan, the ft wler, who betrays 
 Unguarded fouls a thbufaad ways, 
 jufr. as a hen protects her brood 
 From birds cf prey that feck their blood , 
 Under her featheis ; io the Lord 
 Make.3 his own arm bis propter guard. 
 
i 9 5 PSALM XCf. 
 
 5 If burning be?rr>3 of noon cod fp ire 
 To dart a pefttlential fire, 
 did is their hf.*, his wingg are fpread 
 To Afield them with an healthful made. 
 
 <5 If vapours wih malignant breath 
 
 iiife thick, ard fcatter midnight death, 
 Ifr'el is fafe : the poifon'd air 
 Grows pure, if Ifr'cl's God be there. 
 
 PAUSE 
 
 7 What t^o* a tboufand at thy fide, 
 
 At thy right hand ten theufand dy'd, 
 Thy God hrs chofen people faves 
 AmongM the dead, amidft the graves. 
 
 8 So when he fent his angel down 
 To make his wrath in Egypt known, 
 Ard flew their fons, his careful eye 
 Pafs'd all the doois of Jacob by. 
 
 9 But if the fife, or p'ague, or fword, 
 Receive commiilbn irom the Lord, 
 To flrike his faints cmoog the reit, 
 Their very pains and dea hs are bleft. 
 
 10 Tie fword, the pefliler.ee, or fire, 
 Shall but fulfil their beft dtfire ; 
 From fins and forrows fet them free, 
 And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. 
 
 Psalm 91. Ver. 9—16. Part 2 [C. M.j 
 1 ~%7 L fons of men, a feeble race, 
 X Lxpos'd to ev'ry fnare, 
 Come, make the Lord your dwelling p'ace, 
 And try and truft his care. 
 
PSALM XCI. 197 
 
 2 No ill fliall enter where ycu dwell, 
 
 Or if the plague come nigh, 
 And fweep the wicked down to hei!, 
 'Twill ralfe his faints on high. 
 
 3 He'll give his angels charge to keep 
 
 Your feet in a'! your ways ; 
 To watch your pillow while 50U f!?ep, 
 And guard your happy days. 
 
 4 Their hands fhall bear you, led you fail, 
 
 And dafh. againfr. the (tones : 
 
 Are they not fervants at his call* 
 
 And fent t' attend his fons ? 
 
 5 Adders and lions ye fiiall tread ; 
 
 The tempter's wiles dei'ea: ; 
 He that hath broke the ferpeni's head, 
 Puts him beneath your feet. 
 
 6 * Becaufe on me they fet their iove, 
 
 4 1'li fave them,' faith the Lord* 
 « I'll bear their joyful fouls above 
 
 * Deftruction and the fword. 
 
 7 * My grace mail anfwer when they call % 
 
 * In trouble I'll be nigh t 
 
 * My pow'r fhall help them when theyfal! 9 
 
 * And ralfe them when they die, 
 
 8 * Thofe that on earth my name have knowi; 
 
 * I'll honor them in heaven ; 
 
 * There my falvation ma 1 1 be IhowOj 
 
 4 And endleis life be gViu' 
 
198 PSALM XCII. 
 
 Psalm 92. Part 1. [L. M.] 
 
 1 O WEE F is the wok, my God, my King, 
 O Topra fe thy nam:, give thanks and ling, 
 To mew thy love by morning light, 
 And talk of al) thy truth at night. 
 
 2 Sweet is the day of facred reft, 
 
 No morta! care fhail feize my bread } 
 O n ay my heart in tune be found, 
 Like Davio's harp of folcmn found. 
 
 3 My heart (hill triumph in my Lord, 
 And blefs his woiks, and blefs his word : 
 Thy works of grace, how bright they fh:ne ! 
 How d-ep thy counf-rls ! how divine ! 
 
 4 Foo's never ruife their thoughts (o hi^h ; 
 Lik. brutes they live, like brutes they die ; 
 Like grafs they fbur:ih, ''rill thy breath 
 Ii'ai*s trum in everlafticg death. 
 
 5 But I mail mare a gioricus part, 
 When grace hath well refm'd my heart, 
 And fitfh fupplies of joy are ihed, 
 Like holy oil, to cheer my bead. 
 
 6 Sin (my worfi enemy before) 
 
 Shail vex my eyes and ears no more : 
 My inward fots ftull all be (lain, 
 Nor Satan break my peace again. 
 t Then iiia.il I iee, and hear, and know, 
 A!! I defir'd cr wifh'd below; 
 And ev'ry pow'r find fweet employ 
 In that eternal world of joy. 
 
PSALM XCU. XCIII. 199 
 
 Psalm 92. Ver. 12, &c. Part 2. [L. M.l 
 
 1 T ORD, 'tis a pleafant thing to (land 
 1 j In gardens planned by thine hand 5 
 
 Let me within thy courts be feen, 
 Like a young cedar frem and green, 
 
 2 There grow thy faints in faith and love, 
 Blefr. with thine influence from above ; 
 Not Lebanon with aii its trees 
 Yields fuch a comely fight as thefe. 
 
 3 The plants of grace {hail ever live ; 
 (Nature decays, but grace rauft thrive) 
 Time, that does all things elfe impair, 
 Still makes them flourim ftrong and fair. 
 
 4 Laden with fruits of age, they mew 
 The Lord is holy, juft, and true : 
 None that attend his gates (hall find 
 A God unfaithful or unkind. 
 
 Psalm 93. lft Metre. As the 100th Plain*. 
 
 J TEHOVAH reign? : he dwells in light, 
 J Girded with majelry and might : 
 The world, created by his hands, 
 Stiii on its firft foundation ftands. 
 
 2 But e'er this fpacious world was made, 
 Or had its firft foundation laid, 
 
 Thy throne eternai ages ftood, 
 Tbyfeif the ever-living God, 
 
 3 Like floods the angry nations rif-, 
 And aim their rage againft the fes 5 
 
200 PSALM XCIII. 
 
 Vain floods, that aim their rage fo high. 
 At thy rebuke the billows die. 
 4 For ever fha ! l thy throne endure ; 
 Thy promife ftands for ever fure ; 
 And everlafHng holinefs 
 Becomes the dwellings of thy grace. 
 
 Psalm 93. 2d Metre. As the "old 50th 
 PiV.m. 
 
 1 r ip , HE Lord of glory reigns, be reigns 
 
 A, on high : 
 
 His robes of iiate a*e frrength and majefry : j 
 
 Thrs wide creaion rofe at his command : 
 
 Built by his word,and'{labhhYdbyh shand: 
 
 Long (tood his throne e'er he began creation* 
 
 And h : s own Godhead is the firm foundation. 
 
 2 God is th J eternal Kin^ : thy foes in vaia, 
 Raife their rebellions to confound thy reign : 
 In v a »n the Aorms. in vain the floods anfe, 
 And ro*r and tofs their waves againfl the 
 
 fkies : [morioftj 
 
 Fcarrirg at beav 3 n, they rape with wild c cm. 
 But heavVs high arches fcorn t: s e fwellingl 
 
 ocean. 
 
 3 Ye tempefis rage no more; ye floods be flill ; 
 And the mad woild fubmiflive to his will : 
 But on his trull bis church muff ever (tand :' 
 Finn are ! is prqmifes, and (hong his h. 
 
 See his own fons, whe - earbtfmt 
 
 Bow at ins fooiltool, and with h-ar adore him. 
 
PSALM XCIII. 201 
 
 Psalm 93. 3d Metre. As the I2zd Pfalm. 
 
 r inHE Lord Jehovah reigns, 
 JL And roya! ftate maintains, 
 
 His head with awful glories crownM ; 
 Array'd in robes of light. 
 Begirt with fov'rdgn might, 
 
 And rays of majefty around. 
 
 2 Upheld bv thy commands 
 The world fecurely (lands ; 
 
 And fk es and ftars obey thy word j 
 Thy throne was fix'd on high 
 Before the (tarry fky ; 
 
 Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord. 
 
 3 In vain the reify crowd, 
 Like billows fierce and loud, 
 
 A gain ft thine empire rage and roar j 
 
 In vain, with angry ipue, 
 
 The furly nations figrr, 
 And dam hke waves again ft the more. 
 
 4 Let floods and nations rage, 
 And all their pow'rs engage ; 
 
 Let fwdiing tides aflfauh the (ley ; 
 
 Tl e terrors of thy frown 
 
 Shall beat their madnefs down ; 
 Thy throne for ever ftands oa high. 
 5— Try promises are true, 
 
 Thy grace is ever new : 
 There fix d, thy church (hall never move 5 
 
 The faints, with holy fear, 
 
2C2 PSALM 3tCIV. 
 
 Shall in thy courts appear. 
 And fmg thine everlafting love. 
 Repeat the fourth JJar.za to complete the fur 
 
 Ps;iLM 94 Ver. 1,2,7— ^Paru [C. M. 
 
 1 (~% G ^'' t0 wb ° m r - ven $ ebe! on2 s > 
 %^J Proclaim t! y wrath aloud ; 
 Ltt fov'reign pow J r redrefs our wrongs,. 
 ^Let. juffce fraite the proud. 
 
 2 They fay, < The Lord not lees nor hears; 
 
 When will the fco's b: wife ? 
 Can he be deaf who ioru.'d :htir ears ? 
 Or blind who ::-ade their eyes ? 
 $ He knows their Impious thoughts are vain 
 And they fhalj f e j bis povvr ; 
 His wrath foail pierce their foils with pal 
 In feme furprifino hour. 
 4 But if thy faints d. f.rve rebuke, 
 ^ Thou haft a ggnrler. rod ; 
 Thy providences and thy book 
 
 Shall make then) know their God, * 
 I BIcft is rhe man iby hands cnaHiie, . I 
 And to his duty draw ; 
 Thy fcourpes make thy childrea wife 
 When they forget thy law, 
 6 But God will ne'er catt off his faints, 
 Nor his own promife break j 
 He pardons his ii.heritanc* 
 For thetf Redeemers &fc& 
 
PSALM XCIV. XCV. 203 
 
 94. Ver. 16—23. Part 2. [C. M.] 
 
 HO will arife and plead my right 
 airift my numrous foes f 
 W hile earth and hell their force unite, 
 
 And all my hopes oppofe. 
 Had not tKe Lord, my rock, my help, 
 
 Suftam'd my fainting head, 
 My life had now in filence dwelt, 
 
 My fou! amongfl the dead. 
 * Alas ! ciy Aiding feet/ I cry ? d 5 
 
 Thy promife was my prop : 
 Thy grace flood con it ant by my fide, 
 
 Thy (pint bore --jne up. 
 While multitudes of mournful thoughts 
 
 Wfthin my bofom roll. 
 Thy boundlefs love forgives my faults, 
 
 Thy comforts cheer my foul. 
 Pow'rs of iniquity may rife, 
 
 And frame pernicious laws ; 
 But God, my refuge, rules the fides, 
 
 He will defend my caufe. 
 Let malice vent her rage aloud, 
 
 Let bold blafpheroers feoff;. 
 The Lord our God fhall judge the proud, 
 
 And cut the Goners of}. 
 
 Psalm 95, [C. M.] 
 
 ING to the Lord Jehovah's nas 
 And in his ftrengtft rejoice j 
 
20 4 PSALM XCV. 
 
 When bis falvation is our them?, 
 Exalted be our voice, 
 
 2 With thanks approach his awful fight. 
 
 And pfalrr.s of honor fing ; 
 The Lord's a God of bojndlefs might, 
 The whole creation's King ! 
 
 3 Let princes hear, let angeis know, 
 
 How mean their natures feem : 
 Thofe gods on high, and gods below,, 
 When once compar'd with hiru, 
 
 4 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, 
 
 Lies in his fpacious hand, 
 Ke iix'd the feas what bounds to keep, 
 And where the hills muft ftand. 
 
 5 Come, and with humble fouls adore ; 
 
 Come, kneel before his face ; 
 O may the creatures of his pow'r 
 Be children of his grace ! 
 
 6 New is the time : he bends his ear, 
 
 And waits for your requeft : 
 Corned left he roufe his wrath, and fwear. 
 * Ye mall not fee my reft.' 
 
 Psalm 95. [S. M.] 
 
 1 /T~*i OME, found his praife abroad, 
 %^/ And hy.r.s of glory fmg ; 
 Jehovah is the fov'rei^n God, 
 
 The univerfal King. 
 
 2 He forrn'd the deeps u a known ; 
 
 He gave the feas their bound : 
 
PSALM XC% 20$ 
 
 The wat'ry worlds are all his own,. 
 And all the folid ground. 
 
 3 Come, worship at bis throne, 
 
 Come, bow before the Lord ; 
 We are his works and not our own, 
 He forrn'd us by his word, 
 
 4 To-day attend his voice, 
 
 Nor dare provoke his rod ; 
 Come, like the people of his choices, 
 And own your gracious God. 
 
 5 But if your ears refufe 
 
 The language of his gr^ce, 
 And hearts grow hard, like ftuhborn Jev/s, 
 That unbelieving race ; 
 
 6 The Lord in vengeance drefl, 
 
 Will lift his hand and fwear, 
 
 • You that de'fpiie my promised reft 
 
 * Shall have no portion there.' 
 
 Psalm 95. Ver. i, 2, 3, 6—1 1. [L. M.} 
 
 1 IDIOMS, let cur vci,. .: r- : le 
 %^ A facred (bag :; ..':: . praife 1 
 God h a fov'refgn King, re^aifs 
 His honor in exalted ver/;, 
 
 2 Come, let our fouls addrefs fche Lord, 
 
 fr^m'd our natures with his word : 
 3 cur (hepherd \ we the Hieeo 
 - ': fcercy chol 1: iietkse* 
 
sc6 PSALM XCVI, 
 
 Nor let our harden'd hearts renew 
 The lins and plagues that Ifr'el knew, 
 
 4 Ifr'el, that faw his works of grace, 
 Tempted their Maker to his face j 
 A faithirfs, unbelieving brood, 
 That rlr'd the patience of thtir Gcd, 
 
 5 Thus faith the Lord, ' How faUethey proved 
 
 * Forget my pcw'r, abufe my love : 
 
 ' Since they delpife my reft, I fwear, 
 
 * Their feet fhall never ente-f there.' 
 
 6 [Look back, my foul, with holy dread, 
 And ?iew thefe ancient rebels dead j 
 Attend the offer*! grace to day, 
 
 Nor loofe the b'eiling by delay. 
 
 7 Seize the kind pxomife while it wait?, 
 And march to Zion's heavY.ly gates ; 
 Believe, and take the promised reft.; 
 Obey, and be for ever bleih] 
 
 Psalm 96. Ver. f, 10, &c. [G ,MJ 
 
 1 O 1NG to the Lord, ye difhnt lands, 
 J„3 ¥e tribes of ev'ry tongue : 
 His new difcover'd grace demands 
 A new and nobler fofeg. 
 z Say to the nations, Jefus reigns, 
 God's own almighty Son ; 
 His pow'r th* finking world Tuftsin?, 
 And nrace furrounds his throne, 
 3 Let feeav'n proclaim the joyful day, 
 Joy thro' the earth ti3 ken j 
 
PSALM XCVI. 207 
 
 Let cubs mine in bright array, 
 And fields in cheerful green. 
 
 4 Let an uftufua! joy furprize 
 
 The iflmds of the fea : 
 Ye mountains fink, ye vallics rile, 
 Prepare the Lord his way, 
 
 5 Behold, he corn-s ! he comes to blefs 
 
 The nations as their God ; 
 To (hew the world his righieoufnus, 
 find fend his truth abroad. 
 
 6 But when his voice (ball raife the dead, 
 
 And bid the A'crld draw near, 
 Kovv wili the guilty Rations dtead 
 To fee their Judge appear ! 
 
 Psalm 96. As the 1 13th Pf-ilm, 
 ET ail the earth the r voices raife 
 To fing the choiceft Pfalm of praife f 
 
 To fing and biefs Jehovah's name : 
 His pjory let the heathens know, 
 His wonders to the nations (bow, 
 
 And all his laving works procla'm. 
 The hea-.hens know thy glory, Lord % 
 The vvond'ring nations read thy word ; 
 
 In cur land is Jehovah known : 
 Our woifhip (ball no more be paid 
 To Gods which mortal hands have made} 
 
 Our Maker is our God alone. 
 He fram'd the globe, he bulk the fky, 
 tie made the mining worlds on high, 
 
 And reigns complete in ^lory theie ; 
 
2c3 PSALM XCVtT. 
 
 His beams are msjefty and light ; 
 His beauties, how divinely bright ! 
 . His temple, how divinely fair! 
 4 Come the great day, the glorious hour, 
 When esrth fhafl fee! his laving pow'r, 
 
 And baib'rous nations fear his name; 
 Then mall the race of man cor>fefs 
 The beauty of his holintfs, 
 
 And in his courts his grace proclaim. 
 
 Psalm 97. Ver. 1 — £. ?m 1. [L. M.j 
 E reigns ; the Lord, the vSavior reigns! 
 Praife him in evangelic drains ; 
 Let the whole earth in fongs rejoice, 
 And difrant iflands join their voice. 
 z Deep are bis ccur.fels and unknown ; 
 But rrace and truth fupport his throne } 
 Tho' gloomy cloud* his way furround, 
 Juflice is their eternal ground, 
 
 3 In robes of judgment, Io ! he ccmes, 
 Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the tombs j 
 Before him burns devouring fire, 
 
 The mountains meh, the leas retire. 
 
 4 His enemies, with i'cre difoay, 
 
 Fly from the fight, and fliun the day ! 
 Then lift your heads, ye faints on high, 
 And fing, for your redemption's nigh. 
 
 Psalm 97 Ver. 6—9. Part 2. [L. M.j 
 I r ~f~^ h e Lord is come; the heav'ns proclaim 
 His birth j the nations learn his name : 
 
PSALM XCVII. 209 
 
 An unknown £ar dlre£ls the road 
 Of eaftern fages to their God. 
 
 2 , Ail ye bright armies of the ikies, 
 
 Go woifhip where the Savior lies 5 
 Angels and icings before him bow, 
 Thofe gods on high and gods below. 
 
 3 Let Mols totter fo the ground, 
 
 And their own wcrfhippers confound j 
 
 But Judah ihout. but Zion fing, 
 
 And earth confefs her fov'reign King* 
 
 Psalm 97, Fart 3. [L, M.] 
 
 1 ^"pHE Almighty reigns, exalted high 
 
 JL O'er ail the earth, o'er all the fky 5 
 Tho' clouds and darknefs veil his feet, 
 His dwelling is the mercy-feat, 
 
 2 O ye that love his holy name, 
 Hate ev'ry work.cf fin and (hame 5 
 He guards the fouls of all his friends. 
 And from the fnares of hell defends. 
 
 3 Immortal light and joys unknown 
 Are for the faints in darknefs fown ; 
 Thofe glorious feeds (hall fpring and ri(e ? 
 And the bright harvefi blefs our eyes, 
 
 4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record 
 The facred honors of the Lord ; 
 None but the foul that feels his grace 
 Can triumph in his holinefs. 
 
 R 2 
 
2io PSALM XCVII. XCVIII. 
 
 Psalm 97. 1, 3, 5—7, u. [C. M.] 
 
 1 "\7^E iflands of the northern fea, 
 
 JL Rejoice, the Savior reigns : 
 Kis word, like fire, prepares his way, 
 And mountains melt to plains. 
 
 2 His r.refence (Inks the proudcfl hills, 
 
 And makes the rallies rife ; 
 The humble foul enjoys his fm !es, 
 The haughty firmer dies. 
 
 3 The heav'ns his rightful pow'r proclaim j 
 
 The idol gods around 
 Fill their own worfhippers with fhame, 
 And totter to the ground. 
 
 4 Adoring angels at his birth 
 
 Make the Redeemer known ; 
 Thus mail lie come to judge the earth, 
 And ange's guard his throne. 
 
 5 His fees dial! tremble at his fight, 
 
 And hills and uas retire ; 
 His children take their unknown flight, 
 And leave the world on fire. 
 
 6 The feeds of j.iy and glory fown 
 
 For faints in darknefs here, 
 Shall rife and fpring in worlds unknowa 
 And a rich harvtit bear. 
 
 Psalm 98. Part 1. [C. M.] 
 
 1 HpO our almighty Maker, God, 
 JL New honors be addreft ; 
 
PSALM XCVIII. 211 
 
 His great fa; ration fhines abroad, 
 
 And makes the nations bleft. 
 He fpake the word to Abr'am firil, 
 
 Kis truth fulfils the grace ; 
 The Gentiles make his name their truHy 
 
 Ana ksrn his righteoufnefs. 
 Let the whole earth his love proclaim 
 
 With a!l her different tongu-s ; 
 And fpread the honors of hi s name 
 
 In melody and fangs. 
 
 Fsalm 98. Part 2. [C M.j 
 
 JOY to the world % the Lord is come I 
 Let earth receive her king : 
 Let ev^y heart prepare him room, 
 
 And heav'n and nature fiog. 
 Joy to the earth,, the Savior reigns ! 
 
 Let meB their longs employ ; [plains 
 \Vh:ie fields and floods, rocksj hiiis and 
 
 Repeat the founding joy. 
 No more iet fins and forrows grow 3 
 
 Nor thorns infefi the ground ; 
 He comes to make his bleilings flow, 
 
 Far as the curfe is found. 
 He rules the world with truth asd grace, 
 
 And makes the natioas prove 
 The glories of his righteoufneis> 
 
 And wonders of his love* 
 
2 [2 PSALM XCXIX. 
 
 Psalm 99, Part 1. [S, M.] 
 
 1 rip HE God Jehovah reigns, 
 
 Jl Let all the nations fear ; 
 
 Let finners tumble at his throne, 
 
 And faints be humble here. 
 
 2 Jefus the Savior reigns, 
 
 ' Let earth adore its Lord ; 
 Bright cherubs his attendants fland, 
 Swift to fulfil his word. 
 
 3 In Zion is his throne, 
 
 His honors are divine ; 
 His church fhall make his wonders knows 
 For there his glories fhine. 
 
 4 How holy is his name! 
 
 How terrible his praife ! 
 Juftice and truth, and judgment, join 
 In all his works of grace. 
 
 Psalm 99. Part 2. [S. M,] 
 
 i T^ XALT the Lord our God, 
 Kj And worfhip at his feet j 
 His nature is a!l holinefs, 
 And mercy is his feat. 
 
 2 When Ifr'el was his church, 
 
 When Aaron was his nr'eft, 
 When Moles cry'd, when Sacsue! pray'd 
 He gave his people reft. 
 
 3 Oft he forgave their 1ms, 
 
 Nor would deftrov their race : 
 
213 
 
 And oft he made his vengeance known 
 When they abus'd his grace, 
 
 Exalt the Lord our God, 
 
 Whofe grace is ftilj the fame , 
 
 StilS he's a God of holinefs, 
 A nd j eai ous 1 c r his, p a iTke. 
 
 Psalm roo. Firft Metre, 
 
 Jl plain iran/Iation. 
 ITE nations round the earth, rejoice 
 
 I Before the Lord, your fov'reign King j 
 Serve hirrj with cheerful heart and voice, 
 With all your tongues his glory fing. 
 J2 The Lord is God : 'tis he alone 
 Doth life, and breath, and being give : 
 We are his work, and not bur own ; 
 The fiieep that on his pastures live. 
 Enter his gates wish fongs of joy, 
 With rraifes to his courts repair ; 
 And make it your divine employ 
 To pay your thanks and honors there, 
 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind 5 
 Great is his grace, his mercy fare : 
 And the whole race of man fhail find 
 Kis truth from 2ge to age endure, 
 
 Fsalm 100, Second Me.re, 
 
 A p&rgphrafe. 
 I "|3 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
 Ye naiions bow vrhh iacred joy j 
 
! 
 
 2i 4 PSALM CI. 
 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, 
 He can create, and he dcftroy. 
 
 2 His fov'reign pow'r without cur aid, 
 
 Made us of clay, and form'd irs men 
 And when, like wand'ring fhe-'p we ftray'd. 
 He brought us to his fold again. 
 
 3 We are his people, we his care, 
 
 Our iou^s, and all our mortal frame : 
 What lading honors (hall we rear, 
 Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 
 
 4 We'il crcud thy gates with thank'uJ longs, 
 
 Hij.-h as the heav'ns our voces raifc , 
 And earth, with her ten ihoufand tongues, 
 Shall fill thy courts with founding praife. 
 
 5 Wide as the world is thy command, 
 
 Vail as eternity thy love ! 
 Firm as a rock thy truth muft Hand, 
 When rolling years {hall ceafe to move! 
 
 Psalm ioi. [L. M.] 
 
 ERCY and judgment are my fong ; 
 And fincethey both to thee belong, 
 My gracious God, my righteous King ! 
 To thee my fongs and vows I 11 bring. 
 
 2 If I am rais'd to bear the fwerd, 
 1*11 take my counfels fro n thy word j 
 Thy juft ce and thy heav'nly grace 
 Shall be the pattern cf my ways, 
 
 3 Let wifdom all my aflions guide, 
 And let my God with me refide j 
 
PSALM CI. *i5 
 
 No wicked thin?, ftiatl dwell with me 
 Which may provoke tky j-alouiy. 
 j. Nofoosof flander, rage, and ftri.e, 
 Shall fee compamor ,-s of my life % 
 The haughty look, the heart of pride, 
 Within my doors fhail ne'er abide. _ 
 [I 11 fearch the land, and raife the pit 
 To pofts of honor, wealth, and truft J 
 The men *at work thy holy will 
 Shall be mv friends and favorites ftill.] 
 In vain mall Tinners hope to rile 
 By flatt'iiag* or malicious lies: 
 And while the innocent 1 guard* 
 The bold offenders (han't be Ipar'd. 
 The impious crsw, (the faflious band) 
 Shall hide their heads, or quit the land \ 
 And all that break the pub'ic red, 
 Where I have pow'r, fhail be fuppreft. 
 
 Psalm ioi. £C. M.] 
 
 OFjaftice and of grace I fing, 
 And pay my God my vows ; 
 Thy grace and juRice, heav'oly King, 
 Teach me to rule my hou'e. 
 
 2 New to my tent, O God, repair, 
 
 And make thy fervant wife ; 
 I'll fuffer nothing near me there 
 Tfeat Oiall offend thine eyes. 
 
 3 The man that doth his neighbor wrong, 
 
 By falsehood or by force, 
 
 i 
 
2i6 PSALM Clf. 
 
 The fcomful eye, the fland'rous tongue, 
 I'll thruft them from my doors, " 
 
 4 I'll feek the faithful and the juft, 
 
 And will their help er-.joy ; 
 Th r ^ e a ^ e the frien <*s that I fhall truft, 
 ^ The fervants I'll employ. 
 
 5 The wretch that deals in fly deceit 
 ^ I -11 not endure a night \ 
 
 The liar's tongue I'll ever hate, 
 And banifh ftom my fight. 
 
 6 1*11 puree my family around, 
 
 And make the wicked flee ; 
 So mall my houfe be ever found 
 A dwelling fi: for thee. 
 
 Psalm id*. Ver. 1 — 13,20, 21. Part I 
 [C. M.J 
 
 1 "LI EAR me ° God, nor hide thy face. 
 XT Burswifwer, left [die : 
 
 Haft thou not burr a throne of grace, 
 To hear when fianers cry ? 
 
 2 My days are wafted like the ftnoke 
 
 Diflblving in the sir t 
 My ftreogth is dry'd, my heart is broke, 
 And finkihg in defpair. 
 
 3 My fpirirs flag like withering grafs, 
 
 Burnt with exceflive heat : 
 In jecret groans my minutes pafs, 
 Ard I fdrget to eat. 
 
 4 As on fo ne lonely buld 
 
 The fparrow tells her m( 1 
 
PSALM CIL 2f7 
 
 Far from the tents of joy and hope,j 
 I dc and grieve alone. 
 
 5 My fpu' is like a wildernefs 
 
 Where beafh or midnight howl % 
 There the dd raven finds her place, 
 And there the {creaming ow!. 
 
 6 Dark difm.nl thoughts and boding fears 
 
 Dwell in my troubled bread ; 
 "While {harp reproaches wound my c-ars ? 
 Nor give my fpirit reft. 
 
 7 My cup is mingled with my wees, 
 
 And tears are my repair. ; 
 My dafy bread, like afbss, grows 
 
 UnpSealant to my tafte/ 
 ; ;8 Senfe can affjrJ no real joy 
 
 To {bub that feal thy frown ; 
 Lord, 'twas thy Hand advanced me high ; 
 
 Thy band hath cad rse down* 
 
 9 My leeks like withered leases appear; 
 
 And life's declining light 
 Grows faint as evening ftiadows are, 
 That vanifh iot'p night. 
 
 10 But thou for ever art the fame, 
 
 O my eternal God ! 
 Ages to come (hall know thy name, 
 And fpread thy works abr >ad, 
 l [ Thou wih arife and (hew thy face, 
 Nor will my Lores delay 
 Beyond th' appointed hour of grace, 
 S 
 
218 PSALM C1I. 
 
 That long expected day. 
 12 Ke hears his faint?, he knows tl 
 And by myfterious ways 
 Redeems the pris'ners coom'd tc die, 
 And fl'ls their tongues with praife, 
 
 Psalm 102. Ver. 13 — 21. Part 2 [C. M.] 
 
 1 T ET Zion and hir Tons rejoice ; 
 JL.J! Behold the prornis'd hour ; 
 
 Her God hath heard her mourning voice, 
 And comes C exalt his pow'r. 
 
 2 Her dud and ruins that remain, 
 
 Are precious in our fyes ; 
 Thole ruins (hall he built again, 
 And all that duft (hall 
 
 3 The Lord will i*:f? Jerufalem, 
 
 And fland in glory there: 
 Nations fiiall bow before his name, 
 And kings attend with fear. 
 
 4 He iits a fov'ieign on his ihrore, 
 
 With pity in his eyes : 
 He hcais the dying pris'ners groan, 
 And fees their fighs arife. 
 c He frees the fouls condemn'd to death ; 
 And when his faints complain, 
 It fhan\ be faid, ' That praying breath 
 * Was ever fpent in vain.' 
 6 This fix ill be known when we are dead 
 And left on long record, 
 That ages yet unborn may read, 
 And truft and praife the Lord. 
 
ps.vjlm en-, cm, atg 
 
 Psalm 102. 23—28. Part 3, [L. M.] 
 
 1 TT is the Lord our Savior's hand 
 
 J_ Weakens ©ur ftrength amidft the race ; 
 Difeafe and death at his command 
 Arreft us, and cut fhort our days. 
 
 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, 
 Nor let our fun go down at noon % 
 Thy years are one eternal day, 
 And rnuii thy children die fo Toon ! 
 
 3 Yet, in the midtt of death and grief. 
 This thought our furrow lhail ailaage ; 
 i Our Father and our Savior live 5 
 
 * Chiift is the fame through ey'ry a *e 
 
 4 Twas he this earth's foundation laid , 
 Heav'u is the building of his hand i 
 
 This earth grows old. thefe heav'ns faail 
 And all be changed at kis command. 
 
 5 The (tarry curtains of the fcy, 
 Like garments fhall be laid afide ; 
 
 But (lill thy throne (lands firm and high ; 
 Thy church for ever mult abide. 
 
 6 before thy face thy church (hall live, 
 And on thy throne thy children reign ; 
 This dying world (hall they furvive, 
 And the dead faints be rais'd aoain. 
 
 saim 1C3, Ver, 1 — 7. Part I. [L. M.l 
 
 ny foul, the living God, 
 thy tho'ts that rove abroad, 
 
 1 T> LESS, O my foul, the livini God 
 
 JD Call home 
 
PSALM cm. 
 
 Let ai! the }>ow ? -fS wit4 in mejo'n 
 in ■• f . e ^ 
 
 2 IVItTs, i [ou!, the God or gr^ce j 
 His favors claim thy highefi pra-fe : 
 Why flicu'd the wonders he hath u roughs 
 Iv loft in fiance and forgot ? 
 
 3 " lis he. my feu?, that fent his Son 
 
 To d : e for crimes which thou haft done : 
 He owns the ranfom, and forgives 
 The hourly follies of our lives. 
 
 4 The vices of the mind he hea's, 
 And cures the pains that nature feels : 
 Redeems the (bul from hell, and faves 
 Our wading life from threat'ring graves. 
 
 5 Our youth decay'd his pow'r repairs ; 
 His m rcy crowns our growing years : 
 He fa isfi s our mouth with good, 
 And h!,s our hopes with heavenly food. 
 
 6 Ht f es th' oppreiTor and th' eppreft, 
 And often g : ves the fufT'rers reft ; 
 But will his jufiice more difplay 
 
 In 'he lafl great rewarding day. 
 
 7 [His pow'r he fhew'd by Mofes' hands, 
 And gave to [fr'el lis commands ; 
 But fent his truth and mercy down 
 
 To all the nations by his Son. 
 
 8 Let the whole earth his pow'r cenfefs ; 
 Let the whole ear:h adore his grace ; 
 The Gentile with the Jew flial 
 
 In work and worftlip fo divine J 
 
psalm em. 2-r 
 
 Psalm 103. Ver. 8—18. Part 2. [L. M.] 
 
 1 ^"F" 1 he Lord,howwond'rous are his ways ! 
 JL How trim his truth, how large his grace! 
 He takes his mercy for his throne, 
 And thence he make3 his glories known. 
 Not half fo high his pow'r hath fpread 
 The (terry heav 3 ns above our head, 
 As his rich love exceeds our praife, 
 Exceeds the higheft hopes we raife. 
 Not half fo far hath nature placM 
 The rifing morning from the wed, 
 As his forgiving grace removes 
 The daily guilt of thofe he loves. 
 
 4. How flowly doth his wrath arife ! 
 On fwifttr wings falvation flies : 
 And if he lets his anger burn, 
 How foon his frowns to pity turn ! 
 
 5 Amidft his wrath compaffion mines ; 
 His flrokes are lighter than our fins ; 
 And while his rod correcls his faints, 
 His ear indulges their complaints. 
 
 6 So fathers their young fons chailife 
 With gentle hands and melting eyes ; 
 The children weep beneath the fmart, 
 And move the pity of their heart. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 1 The mighty God, the wife and juir, 
 Knows that our frame is feeble duft ; 
 S 2 
 
222 PSALM cur. 
 
 And will no heavy loads impofe 
 Beyond the ftrength that be beftows, 
 
 8 He knows how foon our nature dies, 
 ElJted by ev'ry wind that flies ; 
 Like orals we fpriig, and die as foon, 
 Or morning fbw'rs that fade at noon. 
 
 9 But h : s eternal love is fure 
 
 To all the faints, and ihall endure ; 
 From age to age his truth fha!l reign, 
 Nor children's children hope in vain. 
 
 Fsalm 103 Ver. i — 7 Part 1. [S. M.] 
 
 1 /^W BLESS the Lord, my foul j 
 \J Let all within me join. 
 And aid my tongue to b!efs his name, 
 
 Whofe favors are divine. 
 
 2 O blefs the Lord, my foul ! 
 
 Nor let his mercies tie 
 Forgotten in un thankful ntfs, 
 And without praifes die. 
 
 3 'lis h fcgives thy fins, 
 
 'Tis he relieves thy pain ; 
 'Tis he that heals thy ficknefles, 
 And mak s thee young again, 
 
 4 He crowns thy Ire with love, 
 
 When ranfom'd from the grave ; 
 He that redeem'd my foul from hell 
 Hath fov're gn pow'r to favt. 
 
 5 He rills the poor with good, 
 
 He gives the fufF rsrs reft 5 
 
PSALM CHI. 223 
 
 The Lord hath judgments for the proud, 
 
 And juftice for th' opprelh 
 Kis woad'rous works and ways 
 
 He made by Moies known j 
 Bin fent the world his truth acd grace 
 
 By his beloved Son, 
 
 Psalm 103, Ver. 8 — 18. Part 2. [S. M.] 
 
 MY foul, repeat his praife, 
 Whole mercies are io great 3 
 Whofe anger is fo flow to rife, 
 
 So ready to abate. 
 Gsd wi!i not always chide ; 
 
 And when his ftrokes are felt, 
 Kis ftrckes are fewer than our criirtti, 
 And lighter than our guilt. 
 
 3 High as the heav'ns are ra's'd 
 
 Above the ground we tread, 
 So far the riches of his grace 
 Our higheft thoughts exceed, 
 
 4 His pow'r fubdues our fins, 
 
 And his forgiving love, 
 Far as the eaft is from the wed, 
 Doth all our guilt remove. 
 
 5 The pity of the Lord 
 
 To thofe that fear his name, 
 
 I3 fucli as tender parents feel 5 
 
 He knows our reeble frame. 
 
 € He knows we are but duft, 
 
 Scauer'd with ev'ry breath % 
 
224 PSALM CIII. 
 
 His anger, like a rifing wind, 
 Can lend us fwift to death. 
 
 7 Our days are as the grafs, 
 
 Or like the morning flow'r ; 
 If one (harp blaft fweep o'er the field, 
 It withers in an hour. 
 
 8 But thy compaflions, Lord, 
 
 To endlefs yeais endure ; 
 And children's children ever find 
 Thy words of promife fure. 
 
 Psalm 103. Ver. 19 — 22. Part 3. [S. M.] 
 
 1 r T^HE Lord, the fov'reign King, 
 
 I Hath fiVd his throne on high ; 
 O'er all the heav'nly world he rules, 
 And all beneath the fky. 
 
 2 Ye angels great in might, 
 
 And fwift to do his will, 
 Biefs ye the Lord, whofe voice ye hear, 
 Whofe pleaiure ye fulfil. 
 
 3 Let the bright hofls who wait 
 
 The orders of their King. 
 And guard his churches when they pray, 
 Join in the praife they fing. 
 
 4 While all his wond'rous works 
 
 Thro* his vaft kingdom (hew 
 Their maker's glory, thou, my foul, 
 Shall fmg his graces too. 
 
PSALM cr 
 
 22f 
 
 Psalm 104, [L. M.J 
 
 jf* Y foul, thy yre^t Creator pra!fj 1 
 When cloth d in his celeftiai rays, 
 He in fail Hjajefty appears. 
 And like a robe his glory wears. 
 
 Note. 7^/j Pfahn may he fling to the turn of 
 the eld ill or \2~jth Pfahn , by adding ihefs 
 two lines to every Jlanza, namely. 
 Great is the Lord 5 what tongue can frame 
 An equal honor to his name ? 
 
 Other wife it mvjl be fang as the 100th Pfahn* 
 
 2 The heav'ns are for his curtains fpread, 
 TV unfathom'ct deep he makes his bed ; 
 Clouds are his chariot, when he fi;es 
 On winged ftorms acrols the fides. 
 
 3 Angels, whom his own breach iof^ires, 
 His minifters are flaming fires ; 
 
 And iw-ft as thought their armies move 
 To bear his vengeance or his love, 
 
 4. The world's foundations by his hand 
 Are pois'd, and fna!I forever ftani s 
 He binds the ocean in his chain, 
 Left it ihouid drown the earth again. 
 
 5 When earth was co?tr d w tb the flood, 
 Which high above the mountains flood, 
 He thunder'd, and the ocean fled, 
 Confin'd to its appointed bed. 
 
 £ The fweiling billows know their bound, 
 
Yet thence convey'd by fecrtt veins, 
 They fpnng on hills and drench the plains 
 
 7 He bids the cryftal fountains flow, 
 And c'.tcr the vallies as they go ; 
 Tame hei" rs rnere t; :ir third allay, 
 And for the dream wild i-iles bray. 
 
 8 From pleafant trees that (hade the brink, 
 The larl? and linnet light to drink ; 
 Their fongs the lark and linnet raife, 
 And chide our fik-nce in his praife. 
 
 PAUSE 1, 
 
 9 Gc3, from hi3 cloudy cittern, pours 
 On the parch'd earth enriching fhow'rs ; 
 The grove, the garden, and the field, 
 
 A thoufaod joyful bleflings yield. 
 
 10 He makes the graffy fyod arife, 
 And gives the cattle large fuppiies ; 
 With herbs lor man, of various pow'r, 
 To r.ourifh nature, or to cure, 
 
 1 1 What noble fruit the vines produce ! 
 The olive yields a (Tuning juice ; 
 
 Cur hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine, 
 With inward joy our faces ihine. 
 
 12 I -'is bounteous hands our tables fpread, 
 
 ith nature's claief fuppprter, bread ; 
 While bread your vital Itrength imparts, 
 Serve him with vigor in your hearts. 
 
 PAUSE 2. 
 
 i 3 Behold the (lately cedar Aands, 
 Rais'd - the foreft bv his hands 
 
PSA1M CIV. 227 
 
 Bird? to the bough? for fhelter fly, 
 And build their nefts fecure en high, 
 
 14 To craggy hills afcends the goat , 
 And at the airy mountain's foot 
 The feebler creatures make their cell • 
 He gives them wildom where to dwell. 
 
 15 He fets 'be fan his circling race, 
 Appoints the moon to change her face ; 
 And when trick darknefs veils the day, 
 Calls out wild beafls to hunt their pray., 
 
 J 6 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, 
 And roaring aik their meat from God 5 
 But when the morning beams arife, 
 The favage btaft to covert flies. 
 
 17 Then man to daily labor goes : 
 The night was made for his repofe ; 
 Sleep is thy gift, that fweet relief 
 From tireforne toil and wafting grief. 
 
 1 8 How iirangethy works ! howgreatthy flail S 
 And ev'ry land thy riches fill: 
 
 Thy wifdom round the world we fee, 
 This fpacious earth is full of thee. 
 
 j 9 Nor lefs thy glories in the deep, 
 Where filh in millions fwim and creep, 
 With wond'rous motions, fwift or flow, 
 Still wand'ring in the paths below, 
 
 20 There fhlps divide their watery way, 
 And flocks of fcaiy mongers play ; 
 There dwells the huge Leviathan, 
 And foams and fports in ipite of man, 
 
228 PSALM XCIV. 
 
 PAUSE J. 
 
 21 Vaft are thy works, almighty Lord i 
 AD na'ure rei'rs upon <hy word, 
 
 And the whole t^ce of crea'ures ftand, 
 Waiting their portion from thy hand. 
 
 22 While each receives his d ff rent food, 
 The : r cheerful looks pronounce it good ; 
 Esgies and bears and vales and worms, 
 Rejoice and praife in different forms. 
 
 23 But when thy face is hid they mourn, 
 And dying to their dull return ; 
 
 Both man and beaft their fouls ref'i?n ; 
 Life, breath, and fpiril, a!! are thine. 
 
 24 Vet thou canft breathe on dulr. again, 
 And fi'l th* 3 world with beads and a. en ; 
 A word of thy creating breath 
 
 Repairs the vaftes of time and death. 
 
 2 5 Kis work?, the wonders of his might, 
 Are honor'd with bis own delight : 
 How awful are his glorious ways ! 
 The Lord is dreadful in his pra fe, 
 
 25 The earth (lands trembling at thy llroke, 
 And at thy touch the mountains fmoke ! 
 Yet bumble fouls may iee thy face, 
 And tell their wants to iov reign grace. 
 
 2 « In thee my hopes and wifhes n eet, 
 rind make my meditations fweet ; 
 My praifes fhall my breath employ 
 Till it expire in endkfs joy. 
 
PSALM 6T- 2:9 
 
 2B "While haughty finners d'-t accuril, 
 Their^lory bury'd in the du$ t 
 I, to my God, my heav'n'y King, 
 Ifomortai hallelujahs &i*g. 
 
 Psalm 105. Abridged. [C. MJ 
 IVE thanks to God, invoke his name, 
 And tell the world bis grace*, 
 Sound through the earth his deeds of fame, 
 
 That all may feek his face. 
 His cov'nant which he kept in mind 
 
 Fcr numerous ages pair, 
 To num'rcus ages yet behind 
 
 In equal force (hall !aft. 
 He fware to Abr'am and his feed P 
 
 And made the blefling fure ; 
 Gentiles the ancient promife read, 
 
 And find his truth endure. 
 
 * Thy feed Hi all make all nations bleft, 
 
 (Said the almighty voice) 
 
 * And Canaan's land (nail be their red, 
 
 * The type ofe heav'nly joys.'* 
 [How large the grant ! feow rich the grace 
 
 To give them Canaan's land, 
 When they were Grangers in the place, 
 
 A little feeble band ! 
 Like pilgrims thro* the countries round 
 
 Securely they remove ; 
 And haughty kings that en them frtwn-'c 
 
 Severely herecrov'd, 
 T 
 
2J0 PSALM CT. 
 
 7 l Touch mti»c anolntec 1 , and my am 
 
 * Shall foon avenge the wrcn^ ' 
 
 1 The man that does my prophets harm 
 
 * Shall know the'r God is Itrong.' 
 
 8 Then let the world forbear lis rage, 
 
 Nor pu 1 : the church in fear : 
 Ifr'el muft live thro' ev'ry age, 
 And be th' Almighty's care.] 
 
 PAUSE I, 
 
 9 When Pharoah dar'd to vex the faiats 
 
 And thus provek'd their Go^, 
 
 Mofes was lent, at their complaints, 
 
 Arm'd with his dreadful rod. 
 
 10 He cali'd for darknefs v darknefs cams 
 
 Like ?.n o'*r whelming flood ; 
 Kc turn'd each lake and ev'ry ftream 
 To lakes and (beams of blood. 
 
 11 He gave the (isn, and noifome flies 
 
 Thro* the whole country fpread ; • 
 And frogs, In croaking armies, rife 
 About the monarch's bed. 
 
 12 Thro 1 fields, .and towns, and palaces, 
 
 The ten-fold vengeance flew ; 
 Lor ufls in (warm's devoured their trees, 
 And hail their cattle flew. 
 
 13 Then by an angel's midnight ftroke 
 
 The flow'r of Egypt dy'd ; 
 The flrength of ev'ry houfe was broke, 
 Tkeir glory and their pride. 
 
PSALM CV. 231 
 
 14 Now let the world forbear its rage, 
 
 Nor put the church in fear : 
 Ifr'el mud live thro' ev'ry age, 
 And be th' Almighty's care. 
 
 pause 2. 
 
 15 Thus were the tribes from bondage brought, 
 
 And left the hated ground : 
 Each fome Egyptian fpoiis had got, 
 And not one feeble found. 
 
 16 The Lord himielf chofe out their way, 
 
 And mark/d their jouraies right ; 
 Gave them a leading cloud by day, 
 A fi'ry guide by night, 
 
 17 They third j and waters from the rock 
 
 In rich abundance flow, 
 And following i\u\ the courfe they took, 
 Rao ail the defert through. 
 
 18 O wond'rous- dream ! O ble$fd type 
 
 Of ever-flowing grace i 
 So Chriir. our rack maintains our life 
 Thro 5 all this wi'dernefs. 
 
 19 Thus guarded by th' almighty hand, 
 
 The chofen tribe poihit 
 Canaan, the rich, the promis 3 d \znd, 
 Amd there enjoy M their reft. 
 
 20 Then let the world forbear its rage, - 
 
 The church renounce her fear ; 
 Ifr'el mull live thro' ev'ry ace, 
 And be th' Almighty's care, 
 
*32 PCALM cvr. - m 
 
 Psalm ic5. Ver. 1—5, Part 1. [L. M." 
 
 O Gcr 1 the preat, the e?cr b!rfr, 
 Ler forigS of honor he sddrelf ; 
 His mercy fir;n for ever ft sods : 
 Give him the thanks his love demands. 
 
 2 Who knows the wonders, of thy wsjy.s ? 
 Who fhall fulfil thy bdtmdlefs p^fe • 
 Bleft are the foals that fear thee ftiil, 
 And pay their duty to thy will. 
 
 3 Remember what thy mercv did 
 
 For Jacob's rsce, thy chofen feed ; 
 And with the fa'v.e faiva'ion blefs 
 The meanefl fuppiiant of thy grace. 
 
 4 O may I Tee thy tribes rejoice, 
 
 And aid their triumphs with my voice ! 
 This is my glory, Lord, to be 
 join'd to thy faints, and near to thee. 
 
 Fsalm ic6. Ver. 7, 8. 12 — 14, 43 — 4T, 
 
 Part 2. [S. M.] 
 f S~1 OD of eternal love, 
 
 V^JT How fickle are our w^ys ! 
 And yet how oft did Ifr'e! prove 
 Thy conftancy of grace ! 
 
 2 They (aw thy wonders wrought, 
 
 And ti en thy praife they funp ; 
 But foon thy works of pow'r forgot, 
 And murmur'd with their tongue. 
 
 3 Now they believe his word, 
 
 While rocks with rivers flow ; 
 
PSALM CVIL ■ *ii 
 
 Now, with their lufts, provoke the Lord 3 
 
 And he reduc'd them low. 
 Yet when they mourn' d their faults, 
 
 He hearken'd to their groans ; 
 Brought his own cov'nant to his thoughts, 
 
 And caU'd them (lid his Tons. 
 Their names were in his book, 
 
 He fav'd them from their foes ; 
 Oft he chafris'd, but ne'er forfook, 
 
 The peonie that he choie. 
 Let Iir'el b!e"s the Lord, 
 
 Who lov'd their ancient race ; 
 And Chriftians join the fotemo word 
 
 Amen, to ail the praife. 
 
 Psalm 107* Part 1. [L, M.] 
 
 C~1 IVE thanks to God; he reigns a 
 y Kind are his tho'ts, h ; s ^ rr £ is Ic : 
 His mercy ages pall h?ve known. 
 And ages long to come fna'l own. 
 
 ! Let the redeemed of the Lord 
 The wonders of his grace record ; 
 Ifr'el, the nation whom he choie, 
 And refcu'd from their mighty fees, 
 
 } £When God's almighty arm had broke 
 Their fetters and th^ Egyptian yoke* 
 They trae'd the defert, wand'ring round 
 A u'iid and fclitary r rcurd ! 
 
 j. There they cou'd find ro leading read, 
 Nqz city for a fix'd abode ; 
 T 3 
 
231- PSALM C7IL 
 
 liar road nor fountain to afliitgc 
 Their burning thirfr, or hunger's tz™<"] 
 
 5 In their diftrefs to God they cry'd ; 
 God was their Savior and their guide ; 
 He led their march far wand'ring round ; 
 ' Pwas the ripht path to Canaan's ground. 
 
 6 Thus when our hr!t releafe we gam 
 From fin's old yoke, and Satan's chain, 
 We have this defert world to pafs, 
 
 A dang'rous and a tirefome place. 
 
 7 He feeds and clothes U3 all the way; 
 He guides our footfteps left we (tray ; 
 He guards us with a pow'rful hand, 
 And brings us to the heav'nly laad. 
 
 8 O let the faints with joy record 
 The truth and goodnefs of the Lord ! 
 How great his works ! how kind his ways ! 
 Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praife. 
 
 Psalm 107. Part 2. [L. M.] 
 
 ! XT' ROM age to age exalt his name, 
 Jj God and his grace are (till the fame : 
 He fills the hungry foul with food, 
 And feeds the poor with ev'ry good, 
 
 2 But if their hearts rebel, and rife 
 Againd the God that rules the fkies j 
 If they reject his heav'nly word, 
 And flight the counfels of the Lord ; 
 
 9 He'll bring their fpirits to the ground, 
 And no deliver (hall be found; 
 
\ 
 PSALM CVIL 235 
 
 Laden .with gref they wa^te their breath 
 In darkoeis and the divides of death. 
 
 4 Then to the Lor;i they raife their cries, 
 He makes the. dawning li«ht arife, 
 And fcatters a!! that dif-ml fhade 
 That hung fo heavy round their, head* 
 
 $ He cuts the bars of hrafs in two, 
 And lets the fmiling pris'ner thro 1 ; 
 Takes off ihe load of guilt and grief, 
 And gives the labVing foul relief. 
 
 6 O may the fons of men recoid 
 
 The wond'rous goodnefs of the Lord ! 
 How great his works I how kind his ways !" 
 Xet e?'ry tongue pronounce his praife. 
 
 Psalm 107. Part 3. [L. M.] 
 
 1 "TTAIN man, on foolim pleafures bent, 
 
 V Prepares for his own punifhuent 1 
 What pains, what loathfome maladies, 
 From luxury and luft arife ! 
 
 2 The drunkard feels his vitals wafte, 
 
 Yet drowns his health to pleafe his tafte j 
 Till all his adling pow'rs are loft, 
 And fainting. life draws near the duft» 
 
 3 The glutton groans, and loathes to eat, 
 His foul abbots delicious meat ; 
 Nature with heavy loads oppreft, 
 Would yield to death to be releas'd, 
 
 4 Then how the frighted finners fly 
 To God for help, with ear neft cry I 
 
2$6 PSALM CVII. 
 
 He hears their groans, prolongs their breach 
 And faves them from approaching death 
 
 $ No med'cine cculd effecl the cure 
 So quick, fo eafv, or fo fure : 
 The deadly fentence God repeal?; 
 He fends his fbv'reipn word and heals 
 
 6 O may 'he fons of men record 
 
 The wond'rous poodneO: of the Lord ! 
 And let their thankful oft rings prove 
 How they adore their Maker's love. 
 
 Psalm 107. Part 4. [L. M.] 
 
 1 "TXT ould you behold t'^e works of God, 
 
 V V His wonders in the world abroad, 
 Go with the mariners and trace 
 The unknown repions of the feas. 
 
 2 They leave their native fhores be> ind, 
 And feize the favo» of the wind, 
 Till God commands and tempers rife, 
 That heave the ocean to the fides. 
 
 g Now to the heav'ns they mount amain, 
 Now fink to dreadful deeps again ; 
 What ftrange affrights young failors feel 
 And like a ftagg'ring drunkard reel. 
 
 4. When land is far, and death is nigh, 
 Loft to al! hope, to God thev cry ; 
 Hi? mercy hears their loud addrefs, 
 And fends falva'ior in diftrefs. 
 
 5 He bids the winds their wrath . flu age, 
 The furious waves forget their rage ; 
 
 i 
 
cFSALM CVI-L 237 
 
 *Tfe r: ! m \ srd '&i'or-s frm'e to fee , 
 
 - 1 ' -y 'v H- d to be, 
 C n*2?y :';e ferrs of mtn record 
 . The wond'rcus r'CjC:?'??. of tfcte Lord ! 
 iLet 'hen: t! ; ri; piv&e civ ? riffgs bring, 
 And in the church his glory fing. 
 
 Psalm 1P7. Part 5, [C. M.j 
 
 1 ry^HY works of glory, mighty Lord,. 
 
 JL IPhy wonders in the deeps, 
 The fens cf courage (hail record, 
 Who trade in floating fh'ps. 
 
 2 At his command the winds ariie, 
 
 And fweil the tew' ring waves ; 
 The men ■aftcn-iiVd mount the ikies, 
 And Gnk in gaping graves* 
 S C^g a ' n ^ :e y c '' a ^ *M V/atVy hills, 
 And -plunge in deeps. again ; 
 .Each like a tou'rlng drunkard reels, 
 And finds his courage vain. 
 
 4 -Frighted to hear the teropeft roar, 
 
 They pant with fluttering breath ; 
 And, hope'efs of the difrant fhore, 
 E-xpecl immediate death.] 
 
 5 Then to the Lord they raife their crlss 3 
 
 He hears their loud requeff. 
 And orders fi'ence thro' the fides, 
 And lays the floods to red. 
 € Sailors rejoice to ioefe their fears. 
 And fee the dona alia) 'd 5 
 
238 PSALM CVIL 
 
 Now to their eyes the port appears ; 
 There let their vows be paid. 
 
 7 'Tis God that brings them fafe to land j 
 
 Let ftupid mortals know 
 That waves are under his command, 
 And a!l the winds that blow. 
 
 8 O 'hat the Tons of men would praife 
 
 The goodnefs of the Lord ! 
 And thofe who fee thy wondYous ways, 
 Thy wond'rous love record. 
 
 Psalm 107. Lafl Part. [L. M.] 
 
 1 "T^TT HEN God, provok'd with daring 
 
 \ V crimes, 
 
 Scourges the madntfs of the times, 
 He turns their fields to barren fand, 
 And dties the rivers from the land. 
 
 2 His word can raife the fprings again, 
 And make the wither'd mountains grern, 
 Send mcw'ry blefiin^s from the fides, 
 And harveds in the defert rife. 
 
 3 [Where nothing dwelt but beads of prey,i 
 Or men as fierce and wild as they ; 
 
 pie bids th ? oppreft and poor repair, 
 And builds them towns and cities ihere. 
 
 4 They fow the field, and trees they plant, 
 Whofe yearly fruit fupply their want : 
 Their race grows up from fruitful frocks, 
 Their wealth increafes with their flocks. 
 
 5 Thus they are blelt j but if they fin, 
 He lets the aeathec Rations in j 
 
fgALM cr&, 439 
 
 A (avage crew invades their land?, 
 Their princes die by harb'rous hands. 
 Their captive Ton?, expos'd to fcorn, 
 Wander unpitv'd and f orlorn \ y 
 The country lies imfencM, untili'd, 
 And defo'ation fpreads the fie! L 
 Yet if the humbled nation mourns. 
 Again his dreadful hand he turns, 
 Again he makes their cities thrive, 
 And bids the dying churchesjive.] 
 The righteous, with a joyful fenfe, 
 Admire the works of Providence, 
 And tongues of atheifts (ball no mors 
 Blafpheme the God that Tain's adore. 
 How few with pious care record 
 Thefe wond'rows dealings of the Lord S 
 But wife obfervers (til! fhal! find 
 The Lord is holy, juft and kind. 
 
 Psalm 109. Ver. 1—5, 31. [CM.] 
 
 GOD of my mercy &nd my praife, 
 Thy glory is my long ; 
 Tho* tinners fpeak againft thy grace 
 With a blafpheming tongue. 
 \ When in the form of mortal maa 
 Thy Son on earth was found, 
 With cruel flanders, falfe and vain, 
 They compafs him around. 
 9 Their rmVries his compaflion move, 
 Their peace he ftiil purfu'd $ 
 
240 PSALM CX 
 
 They retwfer haired for Ks ! ovr, 
 ,\t-] evi! for hn g 
 
 4 The- : r rmlxe rac' I a caufe ; 
 
 Yet witH his r*yi«g breath 
 He pray'd for murd'rers on his crof3, 
 And b'-fs'd his fees in death. 
 
 5 Lord, fhafl thy bright extimpfc ihioe 
 
 In vain before my eyes ? 
 Give roe a foiA a-kin to thin?, 
 To Kvve ro'f-e enemies. 
 
 6 The Lord flfsfl on my fide engage, 
 
 And in my Savior's name 
 I ffcVI defeat their pride and rage 
 Who {lander and condemn. 
 
 Psalm ito. Part I. [L. M.] 
 
 X r ip HUS the eternal Father fpike 
 
 JL To Chrift the Son, * Afeend and fit 
 
 * At my rigH hand, til! . X" fhall make 
 
 * Thy fees fubmiiilve at thy feet. 
 
 2 * From Ziofi dial! thy word proceed ; 
 
 * Thv word, the fcep*re in thy ban.", 
 
 * Shall m^ke the bar's or rebels bleed, 
 •And bow their wills at thy command. 
 
 2 ' That dav thai! fhew thy pow'r is great, 
 
 * VV hen famts (hall flock with willing minds, 
 
 * And finners crowd thy temole gate, 
 
 * Where bo!">nrfs in beauty mines ' 
 4 O b!e{fd pow'r ! O .tortus day! 
 
 What a Jarge vicVry fhall esfue-J 
 
PSALM CX. 241 
 
 And converts, who thy grace obey, 
 Exceed the drops of morning dew* 
 
 •T 
 
 PsAiM 1 10, Part 2. [L. M.] 
 
 HITS the great Lord of earth and fea 
 
 Spake to his Son, and rtvas he iwore ; 
 
 * Eternal fnail thy prieithood be, 
 
 * And change from hand to hand no more* 
 
 2 * Aaron and all his fons muff, die, 
 ' But everlafting life is thine, 
 
 ' To fave for ever thofe that flv 
 ' For refuge from the wrath divine. 
 
 3 ' By me Melchifedek was made 
 
 ' On earth a king and pried at once ; 
 'And thou, my heav'niy prieft, (halt plead, 
 ' And thou, my King, fhalt rule my fons.' 
 
 4 Jefus the prieft afcends his throne, 
 While counfeis of eternal peace, 
 Between th= Father and the Son, 
 Proceed with honor and fuccefs. 
 
 5 Thro' the whole earth his reign iliaii fpread, 
 And crufh the pow'rs that dare rebel ; 
 Then flvali he judge the riling dead, 
 And fend the guilty -.vorld to hell. 
 
 £ Tho' while he treads lis glorious way, 
 He drinks the c~ : p of tears and blood, 
 The fuff 'rings of that dreadful day 
 Shall but advance tym near to God. 
 U 
 
242 PSALM CX. CXL 
 
 Psalm i io. [C. M.j 
 
 ESUS, cur Lord, afcend thy thrbu 
 And mar ihe father fit : 
 In Ziors fha'l thy pow'r be known, 
 And make thy foes fubmit. 
 
 2 What wonders fhall thy pofpe-1 do! 
 
 Thy converts (ha!l furpafs 
 The num'reus drops of morning dew, 
 And own thy foy'reign grace. 
 
 3 God bath pronoure'd a firm decree, 
 
 Nor changes what he fwore : 
 'E'ernal (hall thy prifthood be, 
 
 * When Aaron is no more. 
 
 4 ' Melchifedek, that won'drous pried, 
 
 * That king of high degree, 
 
 * That holy man whom Abr'am bleft, 
 
 * Was. but a type cf thee.* 
 
 5 jifus cur pii.ft fur ever lives, 
 
 To plea 1 for us above ; 
 
 Jefus cur kir.2 for ever gives 
 
 The blefling of his love. 
 
 6 God {hall exalt his glorious head, 
 
 And his high throne maintain ; 
 Shall flrike t. c powYs and piir.ces deaci 
 Who dare oppefe his reign. 
 
 Psalm ill. Part i. [C. M.] 
 
 ONGS cf iniT.OTtal pr*ife belong 
 To n y a'migbfjf Cod j 
 
PSALM CXT. 243 
 
 He has my heart, and he my tongue, 
 
 To fpread his name abroad. 
 j2 How great the works his hands hath wrought ! 
 
 How glorious in our fight ! 
 Ana men in evVy age have Taught 
 
 His wonders with delight. 
 How moflf exacl in nature's frame ! 
 
 How wile f.h' Eternal Mind ! 
 His counfrfs never change the fcherne 
 
 That his flri} thoughts deii^d. 
 When he redeemed his chofen Tons, 
 
 He fix'd his cov'nant fure : 
 The orders that his lips prooouuce 
 
 To endlefs years endure. 
 
 5 Nature and time, and earth and Ikies, 
 
 Thy heav'n!y (kil pvoclifai 
 What mail we do to make us Wife, 
 But team to read thy name ? 
 
 6 To fear thy powr, to trull thy grace, 
 
 Is our divine!!' ikil! ; 
 And he's the wifeft of our race 
 That be(l obeys thy wilt. 
 
 Psalm 1 1 1, Part 2. [C. M j 
 
 1 ff^ RE AT is the Lord ! lis works of 
 V_JT Demand our nob'eit f:n to v ; [might 
 Lrt his afifembled Aims unite 
 Their harmrmy of tongues. 
 S Great is the mercy of the Lord, 
 He gives .his chi'dren food ; 
 
244 FSALM CXII. 
 
 And, ever roind'ul of his word, 
 He makes his promife good. 
 
 3 Kis Ton. the great Redeemer came 
 
 To Tea! h's cev'nant fuie ; 
 He!y *nd rev'rend is his name, 
 Kis ways are j3fl and pure 4 
 
 4 They that would grow divinely \v'(e, 
 
 Mufi with his fear be^in ; 
 Our falrtft proof cf knowledge lies 
 I p. hating ev'ry ho. 
 
 Psalm 112. As the 113th Pfalm. 
 
 1 r ~F^ H AT mar. is b!e(i who (lands in awe 
 
 JL Of God, and loves his facrcd 'aw : 
 His feed on earth (hall be rtnown'd ; 
 
 }iis hcule the feat of wealth (hail be, 
 
 An inexhatilted treafury, 
 
 And wi,h "fuccriave honors crowri'd. 
 
 2 His hb'ra! faross he extends, 
 
 To fome he gives, to others lends ; 
 
 A £en'rous pity filis his mind : 
 Yet what his charity impairs, 
 He faves by prudence in aff-.i;-?, 
 
 And il us he'sjuft to ail mankind . 
 
 3 His har is, while they his alms beftow'd, 
 His piety 's future harveft fow'd : 
 
 The fweet ie"rne^brar»ce of the ju'tt, 
 Like a gfeen rbot, revue's and bears 
 A train of bit (nngs foi I is hcis, 
 
 When dying nature A ey% id duft. 
 
PSALM CXII. Us 
 
 Befet wi'h threatening dangers round, 
 Unmov d fhaU he maintain his ground ; 
 
 His conference holds his courage up : 
 The foul that's fill'd w.th virtue's light, 
 Shines brightest in affiiftJon's nigrr, 
 
 And fees in darknefs b;ams of hope, 
 
 PAUSE, 
 
 [Til tidings never can fuprife 
 
 His heart, that fix'd on God relies, 
 
 Tho' waves and tempefts roar around : 
 Safe on the rock he fits and fees 
 The fhipwreck of his enemies, 
 
 And ail their hope and glory drown'd. 
 The wicked (hall his triumph f:e, 
 And gnafh their teeth in agony. 
 
 To find their expectations crofs'd : 
 They and their envy, pride and fpite, 
 Sink down to everlasting night, 
 
 And all their names in darknefs lofl.J 
 
 Psalm i 12. [L. M.] 
 
 THRICE happy man who fears the 
 Lord, 
 Loves his commands, and truf*s his w:=rd : 
 Honor and peace his days attend, 
 And bleflings to his feed defcend, 
 Companion dwells upon his mind ; 
 To works of mercy frill ioclin'd : 
 He lends the poor fom; prefent aid, 
 Or gives them, no L . *o be repaid, 
 U 2 
 
246 PSALM CXII. 
 
 3 "When tiffi.cs grow dark and tidings fjf?ad 
 That fill Ms neighbors round with dread, 
 His heart is arm'd again ft the -ear, 
 
 For Gcd ui f h aU his pow'r is there. 
 
 4 H ; s iou! wejl fix'd upon the Lord, 
 Draws hcav'riy courage from his word ; 
 Amirfft the darknefs light fhail rife, 
 
 To cheer his heart and biefs his eyes. 
 
 5 He hath dfpcrs'd his a'ms abroad, 
 His works are (till bcfote his God : 
 His name on earth fhai! long remain, 
 While envious finners fret in vain. 
 
 Psalm i 12. [C. M.] 
 
 1 TJ APPY is he that fears the Lord, 
 jLJL And follows his commands ; 
 Who lends the poor without reward, 
 
 Or gives wi'.r hb'ra! hands. 
 
 2 As pity dwells within his bread 
 
 To all the fons of need ; 
 So God (hall anfwer his riquefr. 
 With bleffings on his feed. 
 
 3 No evil "tidings fha'll furprife 
 
 His well eftabiiihM mind ; 
 His foul to God, his refoge, flies, 
 
 And leaves his fears behind, 
 •1 ~n tiaits of genet al diflrefs 
 
 Some beams of light ihaii fhine, 
 To fhew the world his ri»hteoufnefs, 
 
 And tive him peace divine, 
 
PSALM CXIIL *& 
 
 5 His works of piety and \oxe 
 Remain before the Lord; 
 Honor on earth, and joys ?^ho¥e, 
 Shall be his fure reward. 
 
 Psalm 113. Proper Tune. 
 
 1 "VTE that delight to ferve the Lord, 
 j[ The honors of his aarne record, 
 His facred name for ever blefs : 
 "Where'er the circling fun difplays 
 His rifing beams, 01 felting rays, 
 
 Let lands and Teas his pow'r confefs. 
 Z Nor time, nor nature's narrow rounds, 
 Can give his vaft dominion bounds ; 
 
 The heav*ns are far below his height : 
 Let no created greatnefs dare 
 With our eternal God compare, 
 Arm'd with his uncreated might. 
 3 He bows his glorious head to view 
 What the bright hofts of angels do, 
 
 And bends his care to mortal things; 
 His fov'reign hand exalts the poor, 
 He takes the needy from the door, 
 And makes them company for kings, 
 f When childlefs families defpair, 
 He fends the bkfHngs of an heir 
 
 To refcue their expiring name : 
 The mother, with a thankful voice, 
 Proclaims his praifes, and her joyss 
 Let ev ? ry age advance his fatss. 
 
i 4 8 PSALM CXUI. 
 
 Psalm i 13. [L. M] 
 
 t "V7*^ tenants of th' almighty King, 
 X In ev'ry a«e his praifes ling ; 
 Where'er the fan fha'l rife or fet, 
 The nations fhall his praife repeat. 
 
 2 Above the earth, beyond the fky, 
 Stands his hig^ throne of majefty ; 
 Nor time, nor place, his pow'r reftrain, 
 Nor bound his univerfal reign 
 
 3 Which of the fons of Adam dare, 
 Or angels, with their God compare ? 
 His glories how divinely bright, 
 Who dwells in uncreated li^ht ! 
 
 4 Behold his love ; he (loops to view 
 What faints above and angels do ; 
 And condefcends yet more, to know 
 The mean affairs of men below. 
 
 5 From dud and cottages obfeure, 
 His grace axalts the humble poor; 
 Gives them t; e honor of his fons, 
 And fits them for their heav nly thrones. 
 
 6 [A word of lis creating voce 
 
 Can make the barren houfe rejoxe : 
 Tho' Sarah s ninety years were pad, 
 The promis'd ked is born at lad. 
 
 7 With y>y the mother views her fon, 
 And tells the wonders God has done : 
 Faith may i»row (bong when fenfe defpa'rs ; 
 If nature fails, the promife b:ars ] 
 
PSALM CXIV. CXV. 24^ 
 
 Psalm 114.. [L. M.] 
 
 WHEN If'r'el, freed from Pharaoh's 
 band, 
 Left the proud tyrant, and his land, 
 The tribes wi:h cheerfui hoa?age own 
 Their King, and Judah was his throne 8 
 Acrcfs the deep their journey lay ; 
 The deep divides to m^ke them way : 
 Jordan behtid their march, and Hed 
 With backward current to his head. 
 The mountains (hook like frighted fheep, 
 Like lambs the little hillocks leap ; 
 Not. Sinai on her bafe cou'd ftand, 
 Confcious of fov'reign pow'r at hand. 
 Wha<- pow'r could make the deep divide ? 
 Make Jordan backward roll his tide? 
 Why did ye leap, ye little hills ? 
 And whence the fright that Sinai feels ? 
 Let ev'ry mountain, ev'ry flood, 
 Retire and know th' approaching God, 
 The Kirfg oflfr'ei: fee him here! 
 Tremble thou earth, adore" and fear. 
 He thunders, and all nature tttoufo's, 
 The rock to /landing pools he turns ; 
 Flints fpring with fountains at his word, 
 And fues and feas conrefs the Lord, 
 
 Psalm 115. Firft Metre. 
 
 NOT to eurfelves, who are but dud, 
 Not to ourfelves is gbry due. 
 
2 5 o PSALM CXV, 
 
 Eternal God, thou only juft, 
 Thou only pracicUs, wile, and true. 
 
 2 Sh'ne forth in all thy dreadful name ; 
 Why fnould a heathen's haughty tongue 
 Infult us, and to raife our fliame, [long? 1 
 Say, * Wh- re's the God you've ferv'd fo 
 
 5 The God we f:rve maintains his throne 
 Above the c'ouds, b.-yond the fkes; 
 Thro' all the earth his will is done, 
 He knows our groans, he hears our cries. 
 
 4 But the vain idols they adore, 
 
 Are fenfdefs (hapes of Hone and wood ; 
 At beft a n;afs of glm'ring ore, 
 A fiiver faint, or golden god. 
 
 5 [With eyes and e?rs, they carve their head ; 
 Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind j 
 In vain 2re ccflfy off rinns^ made, 
 
 And vows are featter\d in the wind. 
 
 6 Their feet were never made to mov?, 
 Nor hands to fave when mortals pray ; 
 Mcitals that pay them fear or lov*, 
 Seem to be blind and deaf as they.]] 
 
 7 O lfrM, make the Lord thy hope, 
 Thy help, thy refuse, and thy reft ; 
 The Lord mail build thy ruins up, 
 And b'efs the people and the pried. 
 
 S The dead no mere can fpeak thy praife, 
 They dwell in fj'enc^ and the grave; 
 But we fha!l Jive to fin^ thy trace, 
 And tell the world thy pow'r to fave. 
 
PSALM CXV. 251 
 
 Psalm 115. Second Metre. 
 As the new Tune of the 50'h Pfalrn. 
 
 1 "]k TOT to our names, thou only juft and 
 X\] true, 
 
 Not to our worthlefs names is glory due ; 
 Thypow'r and grace, thy tru'.h and juflice 
 
 claim 
 Immortal honors to thy fov're'gn name. 
 Shine thro* the earth from heav n. thy Weft. 
 
 abode. [your God ?' 
 
 _N~r let the heathens fay, ' And where's 
 
 2 Heav n is thy higher court, there ftands 
 
 thy throne, 
 And thro 5 the lower worlds thy will is done 1 
 Our God fram'd all this earth, thefe heav'ns 
 
 he fpread, [made ; 
 
 But fools adore the gods their hands have 
 The kneeling crowd, with looks devout, 
 
 behold 
 Their fjlyer-faviors,and their faints of gold, 
 
 3 [Vain are thofe artful fhapes ofeyes and ears, 
 The molten image neither fees nor heats ; 
 Their hands are helplefs, nor their feet can 
 
 move, [pow'r, nor love ; 
 
 They have no fpeech, nor thought, nor 
 Yetfottifh mortals make thetrlong complaints 
 To their deaf sdob, and their move'efs faints. 
 
 4 The r ch have fratues well adorn'd w<*hgold; 
 The poor, consent with gods of coarfer mould 
 
252 PSALM CXV. CXVL 
 
 With tools cfiron carve the fenfelefs (lock 
 Lopt from a tree or broken from a rock 
 People and priefts drive on the folemn trade. 
 And trull the gods that laws and hammers, 
 made. 
 
 5 Be heav'n and earth amaz'd ! 'tis hard to fay, 
 
 Which are more ftupid, or their gods orthty j 
 O Ifi'el, truft the Lord ! he hears and fees, 
 He knows thy ioirows, and reilores thy 
 peace: [yield, 
 
 Kis worfhip does a thoufand comforts 
 He is thy help, and he thy heav'nly (hield 
 
 6 In God we truft : our impious foes in itratn 
 Attempt our ruio, and oppofe his reign ; 
 Had they prevail'd, darknefs had clos'd 
 
 our days, 
 And death and fifence had forbid his praife ; 
 But we are fiv'd and live : let fongs arife, 
 And Zion blefs the God that built the fkies. 
 
 Psalm is6. Part i'. [C. M.] 
 
 1 T LoYE the Lord : he heard my cries, 
 JL And pity 'd ev'ry groan ; 
 
 Long as I live, when troubles rife, 
 I'll haften to his throne. 
 
 2 I love the Lord : he bow'd his ear, 
 
 And cras'd o.y griefs awiy : 
 
 O let my heart no moie deipair, 
 
 While I have breath to pray ! 
 
 3 My flfli declin'd, my fpirits ftil, 
 
 And I drew near the dead ; 
 
PSALM CXVL 2$z 
 
 While inward pangs, an i fears of hell 
 Perplex' d my wakeful head. 
 5f «My God,' I cry'd, « thy fkvant fa??, 
 * Thou ever good and juir ; 
 * Thy pow'r can refcue from *he grave, 
 ' Thy pow'r is all my ^uiL' 
 
 5 The Lord beheld me fore diftrefr, 
 
 He bid my pains remove : 
 Refurn, my foul, to God, thy ml, 
 For thou hafi: known bis iove, 
 
 6 My God hath fav'd my feu! from death, 
 
 And dry'd *r<y falling te-.rs : 
 Now to his praife I'll fpend my breath, 
 And my remaining years. 
 
 Psalm if 6. V=r. t2 s &c. Part 2 [CM] 
 
 1 \\T HAT &ajl I render to my God 
 
 W For a!| hiS kmdnefs Oiowq 2 
 My feet (hall Mt thine abode, 
 My Tongs addrefs thy throne. 
 
 2 Among the fain? s that fill thins hcufs 
 
 My off' ring (ha!! be paid ; 
 There (hall my zeal pet form the vows 
 My foul in anguith made 
 
 3 How much is mercy thy delight, 
 
 Thou ever ■ -bit (Ted God ! 
 How dear thy ftrvants in thy fight ! 
 How precious is the<r blood ! 
 
 4 How happy ail thy Fervan's are ! 
 
 fiow great thy gracs to me I 
 V 
 
254 PSALM CXVII. 
 
 My ! ; fe, which thcu haft made thy care, I 
 Lord, I devote, to thee. 
 
 5 Now I am thine, for ever tVine, 
 
 Nor (hA\ my purpofe move : 
 Thy land hath loos'd my hinds of rain, 
 rind bound me with thy love. 
 
 6 Here in thy courts 1 leave my vow, 
 
 r x . r.d thy rich prace record ; 
 W:itf)efsi ys faints who hear ms now, 
 If I fc. fake the Lord. 
 
 Psalm I * 7. [C. M.j 
 
 1 g^~\ ALL ye r.a "ions, praife the Lord, 
 KJ Ear.; with a d»fT'rent tongue : 
 
 In ev'ry language learn h s word, 
 And !et his n^me be Tung- 
 
 2 His mercy reigns thro ev'ry lard ; 
 
 Piockrim 1 is grace abroad, 
 Fot ever firm his truth fh-ti! frar.d, 
 Praife ye the faithful God. 
 
 Psalm i 17. [L. M.j 
 
 1 "fT 1 ROM all that dwell below the fkies, 
 JL Let the Creator's praTearife ; 
 
 Le: the. Redeemer's name be fung, 
 Thro* ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue. 
 
 2 E'erna! are thy mtrcies, Lord ; 
 Eternal truth attends thy \t or-i : 
 
 Thy praffe fhall found from (hereto fhore, 
 Till funs ,1iaJl rife and fet no more. 
 
P3ALI-.I CXVII CXVIII. 255 
 
 Psalm 1:7. [8. M-] 
 
 KY name, almighty Lord, 
 
 Shall found thro- dtflant lands ; 
 Great is thy grace, and lure thy word, 
 Thy truth for ev*r (lands. 
 2 Far b* trine honor fpr ad, 
 
 And long thy praiie eodare, 
 Til! roornipg light, and ev'ning (hade, 
 c Shall be exchanged no more. 
 
 Fsalm 1 18. Ver 6 — 15, Parti, [C. M.] 
 
 U nf^ HE Lord appeals my helper row, 
 JL Nnr is my faith afraid 
 Of what tbeifop? of earth can do, 
 Since laeff'ii affords me aid. 
 
 2 'Tis fa r er. Lord, to '-ope in thee, 
 
 And have my God my friend, 
 Than truli. in men of h%h degree, 
 ^nd on their tru h deoend 
 
 3 Like bees my foes befet me round ; 
 
 A laSge pnd angry fw^rm ; 
 JB^ut I fhafl all their rage confound 
 By t' ine a'mighty arm. 
 
 4 'Lis thro' the Lord my heart is ftrong, 
 
 In h-m mv I'ps rejoic- ; 
 While his falvation is my H»ng, 
 How ch-erful is my voice ! 
 
 5 Like s^gry beer, they gird m? round ; 
 
 Whefi God appears they fly ; 
 
2$$ PSALM CXVIIL 
 
 Go burning thorns, with crackling found, 
 
 Make a fierce blaze and die. 
 6 Joy to the faints and peace belongs; 
 
 The Lord protects their days : 
 Let If 'el tune immortal fongs 
 
 To his almighty grace. 
 
 Psalm ii8.Ver. 17— 21. Part 2, [C. M.] 
 
 1 T ORD, thou haft heard thy forvant cry, ^ 
 JL_j And refcu'd from the grave ; 
 Now fhal! re live: (and none can die, 
 
 If God reiolvcs to five.) 
 
 2 Thy praife mere eon (lam than before, 
 
 Shall fill his tidily breath j 
 Thy hand that hath chaftis'd him fere, 
 Defends him flill from death, 
 
 3 Open the ra'cs of Zion now, 
 
 For we mail woimip there, 
 The houfe where all the righteous go, 
 Thy mercy to declare. 
 
 4 Amcng.t!/ aJTen.blies ofthyfYnts 
 
 Cur thankful voice we raifr : 
 There we have told thee our complaints, 
 And there we fj eak thy. piaife. 
 
 Psalm 1 1 8. Ver. 22, 23. Part 3 [C M] 
 I XJEHOLU the fure foundaion.ftone 
 JL> Which Gci in Zon lays, 
 To b u : i J rur heav\»!y hopes upon, 
 And his tt.roa! praii . 
 
PSALM CXVIIl. 257 
 
 2 Chofen of God, to fianers dear, 
 
 And faints adore the name ; 
 They trnft their whole falvatioo here. 
 
 Nor Ml they ftff-r fhame 
 The fool.m builder?, fcribe and nrielt, 
 
 Rep& it wi'h difdain ; 
 Yet on this rock the chutch fhali red, 
 
 And envy rage in vain, 
 What tho' the gates of hell withilood, 
 
 Yet mud this building r fe : 
 5 Tis thine own work, almighty God, 
 
 And wor.d'rous in our eyes. 
 
 Psalm 1 18. Ver 24—26. Part 4. [C M.] 
 I *TH H IS is the day the Lord hath made, 
 JL He calls the hours his own ; 
 Let heav'n rtj >ic j , let earth be g'ad, 
 
 And praife fur round the throne. 
 To-day he rofe and left the d^ad, 
 
 And Sa'an's empire fell ; 
 To day the faints his triumphs fpread, 
 
 And ail his wonders tell, 
 Hofaona to th' annoint'd King, 
 
 Fo Davd s ho!y Son ! 
 Help us, O Lnrd ! d^fcend and bring 
 
 Sa vaton from thy throne 
 B eft be tr.e Lord, who comes to m:n 
 
 With mtiTiges of trace ; 
 Who comes in God his Father's name, 
 To fave otir finhil race. 
 V 2 
 
2 5 s psalm cxvnr, 
 
 5 Hcfanra in the higheft drains 
 
 r i he church en earth can raif^ ; 
 The hi;. heft heav'ns, in which he re'gns, 
 Shall give hiih nobler praife. 
 
 Psalm i 1 8. 22 — 27. [S. M\] 
 
 2 Q SE what a living flone 
 O The builders did refufe ! 
 Yet God ha h built his church thereon, 
 In fpite of envious jews. 
 
 2 The fcribe and aegry priefl 
 
 Rejedl trine Only he ; 
 Yet en t is r ck ftfaH Z-on reft, 
 /is the chief corner fione. 
 
 3 The vrdfk, O Lord, is- thine, 
 
 And wond'rous in cur eyes j 
 This day declares it si* divine, 
 This day did jefus rih;. 
 
 4 This is the gtartotfc day 
 
 That cur Red ennr n,?de ; 
 Let us rejoice, ard fir^, and pray. 
 Let a!) the church be giad.- 
 
 5 Hcfmna to the IGtfjg 
 
 OfDaviJ's royal b'ocd ; 
 13 [i h.!H!, ye faints ; he c mes to bring 
 S-dva-on fro n your G:d. 
 
 6 We bids thy ho!y word, 
 
 Which all this grace c f-'a-.s j 
 And offer on thine alter, L<>rJ, 
 Oiir faenfice bi prasfe. 
 
PSALM CXVIII. CXiX. 2 |^ 
 
 Psalm 118. Vet. 22^-2 f. [L. M»] 
 
 LO ! v/hat a glorious coroer-ftone 
 The Jewffli builders did refufe : 
 But God hath built his' church, there©**; 
 In fpite of envy and tire Jews. 
 Great God ! the work is all divine, 
 The joy and wonder of our eyes ; 
 This is the day that proves it thine, 
 The day that faw our Savior rife. 
 Sinners rejoice, and faints be glad ; 
 Hcfanna, let his name be bieft ; 
 A thoufand honors on his head, 
 With peace, and light, and glory reft ! 
 In God's own name be comes to bring 
 Salvation to our dying race ; 
 Let the whole church addrefs their King 
 •With hearts of joy, and fbngs of praife. 
 
 Psalm 119, 
 
 I have coVetlsd and- c'i/pcfit the mojl ufefuv 
 verfs if this Pfaltri under eighteen 4tffe"ent 
 heajsy an4 formed a- divine i'ong on each of 
 them But the verfs are much tranfpofe4 to 
 attain fome degree cf connection. 
 
 In fome places among the ivjrds law, com- 
 manas, judgments*, tcitimunies, / kctve'tif.4 
 gc fpel, word, grace, tru-.W, pronufes, &c as 
 more agreeable to the New Tefament ai<4 the*' 
 femmgn language of Chriji'tansj an4 it equally 
 
260 PSM.M CXTX. 
 
 arfwers the (hftgn of the Pfa'mifl, which <was 
 to recommend the Holy Scriptures. 
 
 Psalm 119. Pan 1. [C. *L] 
 Ver. 1, 2. 3. 
 
 1 T) LEST are the undciil'd in heart, 
 JLJ Whofe ways aie right ard clean ; 
 
 Vv ho never from thy law depart, 
 Eut fly from ev'iy fin. 
 
 2 Bltit are the men that keep thy word, 
 
 And pracVife thy commands. 
 With their wl o!e r eart they feek the Lord 
 And flrve thee with their ha ,ds. 
 Ver 165. 
 
 3 Great is their peace who !o !, e thy law ; 
 
 How firm their iou's abide ! 
 Nor can a bcld temptation draw 
 Their i'haJy feet afide. 
 Vrr. 6. 
 
 4 Tien Aval! my heart have inward joy, 
 
 And keep my face from fhdme, 
 "When all thy Ibtutes I obey, 
 And honor ail thy name. 
 Ver. 2«, 118. 
 
 5 But I aufhty fi-r.ers God will hate, 
 
 The pr> ud (lull die accurft ! 
 Tre funs of taller ood and dtceit 
 Are trodden to the duO. 
 Ver 119, 115 
 C Vile as the drufs the wicfi.ee! are, 
 Ana ihofe that leave thy ways 
 
PSALM CXIX. 26* 
 
 Shall fee fel?ation from afar, 
 But never taffe thy grace. 
 
 Psalm 1 19. Part 2. [CM.] 
 Ver. 147,55. 
 
 TO thee, before the dawning light. 
 My gracious God, I pray ; 
 I meditate thy name by night, 
 And keep thy law bv day. 
 Ver. 81'. 
 
 2 My fpirit faints to fee thy grace ; 
 
 Thy promife bears me up ; 
 And while falvation long delays, 
 Thy word fupports my hope. 
 Ver. 1 64. 
 
 3 Seven times a d<*y I lift my hands, 
 
 And pay my thanks to thee ; 
 Thy righteous Providence demands 
 Repeated praife from me. 
 Ver. 62. 
 
 4 When midnight darknefs veils the fk'ies, 
 
 I call thy works to mind : 
 My though* s in warm devotion rife, 
 And fweet acceptance find. 
 
 Psalm i 19. Part 3. [C M ] 
 
 Ver. 57 60. 
 
 1 ^npHQU art my portion, Q my God :j 
 
 JL Soon as I know thy way. 
 
 My heart makes hade t 3 cbey thy wsrd*i 
 
 And fufkrs no-delay. 
 
262 PSALM CXIX. 
 
 2 I choofe the path of heav'fily i:u:b-, 
 
 Ard glory ifl ! ice ; 
 
 Not all t'-e nc- ; 
 
 Cou' ' a&ake rue (a rejotc . 
 
 3 The teftijgfttf i • 2 
 
 I let before m] \ s : 
 Thence I derive ffr^ngth, 
 
 .'. nd there rj lies. 
 
 59- 
 
 4 If crc j I v.- thy patbj 
 
 I »l i ,k u] 
 Then " ro mj n mds, 
 
 Arc' trull g . r :e. j 
 
 5 Nca' I a,*T» -t! e, 
 
 ( / lave thy ■ ■■< ! 
 
 Thou art my . _ bi fing place, 
 
 y hope Is. in tf)y .void. . , 
 Vt r 112, - 
 
 6 Thou haft in c ! : r* d ibis heart of mine 
 
 ftatt: iili 
 
 And thus, tiii mortal life Id«11 end, 
 Would I perform thy will. 
 
 Psalm 119 P.,rt 4 [C. M.] 
 
 Vor 9. 
 JOW fnai! theyou,:-^ fecu<-e tTieir ' e.rts, 
 Ana guard thtir lives fro n iir. ? 
 Trjy v. o»d the choic '} »u!-s \ parts, 
 To ktep thi conicieoee ctan. 
 
 'H 
 
PSALM CX'X, 263 
 
 V=r. 150. 
 
 2 W! iefi ore? it enter? to the mind, 
 
 It fpreadti fech tigfet abroad, 
 The meanett fouis iniueSion find, 
 And raifs thcfi thoughts to God. 
 Ver. 105. 
 
 3 'Tis like the fun, a heav'elv light, 
 
 That guides us all the day, 
 And through the dangers of the night, 
 A lamp to lead our way. 
 Ver 99, too. 
 
 4 The men th^t keep thy law with car?, 
 
 And meditate thy word, 
 Grow wifer than their teachers are, 
 And better know the Lord, 
 Ver. 1 04, 113. 
 
 5 Thy precepts make me truly wife ; 
 
 1 hate the finner's road : 
 I hate my own vain thoughts that rife, 
 But love thy law, my God. 
 Ver 89, 90, 91. 
 j5 fThe {tarry heav'ns thy rule obey, 
 The ea r th maintains her place 1 
 And ther? thy frrvants, ni, • t and day, 
 Thy (k.- I and pavy'r exprefs. 
 7 But iiii! thy -a'-v and gofpei, Lord, 
 Havs l : fbn<? more divine ; 
 Nor earth (lands firmer than thy word} 
 Noi (hrs io nobly ihine ] 
 
264 PSALM CXIX. 
 
 Ver. i 60, 1 40, 9, ] 1 6. 
 8 Thy word is everlaliing truth, 
 How pure is ev'ry page ! 
 That holy book fhall guide our youth, 
 And well fuppost our age. 
 
 Psalm 119. Part 5. [CM] 
 
 Ver, 97. 
 
 1 /^ HOW I love thy holy law ! 
 V.J' 'Tis daily my deiig* t : 
 And thence my meditations draw 
 
 Divine advice by night. 
 Ver. 148. 
 
 2 My waking eyes prevent the day 
 
 To meditate thy word ; 
 My fcul with longing melts away 
 To hear thy gofpel, Lord. 
 Ver. 3, 13, 54. 
 
 3 How doth thy word my heart engage ! 
 
 How well employ my tongue! 
 And in my tirdo.Tre- pilgrimage 
 Yields me a heav'n'y fong. 
 Ver. 19, IC3. 
 
 4 A m I a (iranger, or at home, 
 
 'Tis my perpettwl feaft ; 
 Not honey dropping from the comb 
 So much blares the taiie. 
 Ver. 73, 127. 
 
 5 No treaftres io enrich the mind ; 
 
 N01 foall thy word bs foU 
 
PSALM CXIX, 
 
 y j> 
 
 For loads of ji'ver well r-nVd, 
 Nor beajes or' choice ft gold. 
 Ver. 28 49, 175. 
 6 When- nature finks, and fpsrits droop, 
 Thy promifes ef grace 
 Are piljars to fupport my hop*, 
 And there I write thy praife. 
 
 Psalm 119. Part 6. [C. M.] 
 
 Ver. 128. 
 
 1 T ORD, I e(Wm thy judgments right, 
 jLj And a 1 ! thy (ram es jult ! 
 
 r i hence I maintain a conftant fi^ht 
 With ev'ry fiit'ring luit. 
 Ver. 97, 9. 
 
 2 Thy precepts often i lurvey : 
 
 1 krep thy law in (i ;ht, 
 Thro' all the bufioefs of the day, 
 To form my aclions right. 
 Ver, 62. 
 
 3 My heart in midnight fiance cries* 
 
 * How fweet thy eonvfbrfs be I 5 
 My thoughts in holy wonder rife, 
 j\nd bring their thanks to thee, 
 V^r. 162* 
 
 4 And when my fpirit drinks her €11 
 
 At fame good word o-! thine, 
 Not mighty men that (lure the fpoilj 
 Have joys compar'd with mine, 
 W 
 
266 PSALM CX T K. 
 
 Psalm 119 Part 7. [C. M.] 
 Ver 96, paraphrafed. 
 
 1 "T ET all the heathen writers join, 
 & j To form one perfect book* 
 
 Great God, if once compar'd with thine, 
 How mean their writings look ! 
 
 2 No* the mod perfect luies they gave 
 
 Could fhew one fin forgiv'n, 
 Ncr lead a ftep beyond the £rave ; 
 Bat thine conduct to heav'n. 
 
 3 I've feen an end to what we call 
 
 Perftclion here below; 
 How men the pow'rs of nature fall, 
 And can no farther ( p,o ! 
 
 4 Yet men would -ain be juft with God, 
 
 By works their hands have wrought ; 
 And thy commands, exceeding broad, 
 Extend to ev'ry thought. 
 
 5 In vain we baaft perfection here, 
 
 Wt i!e fin defiles our frame ; 
 And Gnks out virtues down fofar, 
 They (carce defeive the name. 
 
 6 Our 'aith and love, and ev'ry grace, 
 
 Fali far beiow thy word ; 
 But perf< €t truth and riohteoufrsefs 
 Dwell oniy with the Lord. 
 
 Psalm 119. Part 8. [C. M.] 
 Ver. ill, paraph rafed. 
 1 T ORD, I have made thy word my 
 JL< My lading heritage j [choice, 
 
PSALM CXIX. 267 
 
 There fha'l my ncifaleft pow'rs rejoice, 
 
 My warme.4 th oughts engage. 
 I II read the bifl'ries of thy love, 
 
 And keep thy laws in £ght, 
 While thro* the momifes I rove, 
 
 With ever frefh delight-. 
 *Tis a broad land of we?ith unknown, 
 
 Where fpriogs of life arife, 
 Seeds of immortal bills are fown, 
 
 -\nd hidden glory lies. 
 The beft relief that mourners have, 
 
 It makes our forrows b r e(t ; 
 Our faireft hop 3 s beyond the grave, 
 
 And our eternal reft. 
 
 Psalm 119. Part 9. [CM.] 
 V-r 64 6g, 18 
 
 THY mercies fill the earth, O Lord, 
 How good thy works appear ! 
 Open mine eyes to read thy word, 
 And fee thy wonders there. 
 Ver. 73, 125. 
 My hesrt was fa(h on'd by thy hand, 
 
 My fer vice is thy due ; 
 O make thy frrvant upderftand 
 The duties he mufl do. 
 Ver. 19. 
 Since I'm a fh anger here b-low, 
 
 Let not thy path be hid ; 
 But mark the road my feet fhould go, 
 And be my coaifcint guide. 
 
268 PSALM CXIX. 
 
 Ver. 26. 
 
 4 When T confefsM my wand'nng ways, 
 
 Thcu heard'ft my foul complain ; 
 Grant me the teachings of thy grace, 
 O; I (hail ftray again. 
 Ver. 331 34. 
 
 5 If God to me his ilatutes (hew, 
 
 And f cav'n'y tru»h impart, 
 His work for ever I'll puffi,*?, 
 H slaw fh-.ll ru!e my heart. 
 Ver. 50, 71. 
 
 6 Tlrs w?smy comfort when I bore 
 
 Variety cf grief ; 
 It made me harn t ! y word the mere, 
 And fly to that relief. 
 Ver. 51. 
 
 7 [In vain the proud deii^e me now J 
 
 I'll neVr forpet thy law ; 
 Nor let that bAiT d gofpel go, 
 Whence a'l my hopes I draw* 
 V.r 27 171 
 i3 V* I en I have learn d my Father's will, 
 I'll teacfh the world his ways ; 
 My thar.kfu! lips irfpir'd with z^al, 
 Shall loud pronounce his praife.] 
 
 Psalm 119 Part 10 [C. M.j 
 
 Ver .38 49. 
 EHOLD thy waiting fcrvant, Lord, 
 .Devoted to thy fear ; 
 
PSALM CX1X. 25g 
 
 Remember and confirm thy word, 
 For all my h p^s are there. 
 Ver 41 58, F07. 
 
 2 Haft thou not writ faivaMon down, 
 
 And promis'd qulck'r.iog grace f 
 Doth not uy heart addrefs thy throne? 
 And yet thy love delays. 
 V.r. [23, 42, 
 
 3 Mine eyes for thy Taxation fail j 
 
 O bear thy fervant up ! 
 Nor It the fcoiEng lips prevail, 
 Who dare reproach my hope. 
 Ver, 49, 74. 
 
 4 Didfr. thou not raife niv faith, O Lord? 
 
 Then let thy truth appear : 
 Sain s fhall rejoice in my reward, 
 And tiufl as well as iear. 
 
 Psalm j 1 9. Part 11. [C. M.] 
 
 o 
 
 Ver. 5, 33, 
 
 THA F the Lord would guide my 
 To keep his ftatutcs dill i [ways 
 Q that my God would grant me grace 
 To know and do his will ! 
 Ver. 29. 
 % O fend thy (pint down to write 
 Thy law upon my heart ; 
 Nor let my tongue indulge decsit, 
 Nor acl the liar's part. 
 W 3 
 
2yo PSA LM CXIX. 
 
 Ver. 37, 36. 
 3 From vanity torn c ft ouaa eyes ; 
 Le' no corrupt defigo 
 Nor covetous dclires anfe " 
 Within this foul oi min?. 
 4. Order my foctlleps by thy word, 
 And make my heart fince-re ; 
 Let fin have no dominion, Lord, 
 And keep my confcience clear. 
 Ver 176. 
 j My f:-ul hath gone too far aftray j 
 My feet too often flip ; 
 Yet fince Tve not forgo: thy way, 
 Rdtare thy vand'ring iheep, 
 Ver. 35. 
 5 Male me to walk in toy commands* 
 ' i'is a delightful road ; 
 Nor let my head, cr heart, or hands, 
 Offend againft my God. 
 
 Psalm 119. Part 12. [C. M.] 
 Ver. 153. 
 Y God, confidcr my diflrefs, 
 Let mercy plead my caufc ; 
 'i'ho J I have fnn'd a/ainft thy grace, 
 1 can't forget thy laws. 
 
 Ver. 39, i 16. 
 Forbid, forbid the iharp reproach 
 
 Which 1 fojuftlyfear ; 
 Uphold my life, uphold my hopes, 
 Nor let 1*7 fham« appear. 
 
PSALM CXIX, 271 
 
 Ver. 122, r.35. 
 
 3 Be thou a finely, Lord, for me 5 
 
 Nor let the proud cpprefs ; 
 But make thy walttng fcrvant fee 
 The minings of thy face. 
 Ver. 82 
 
 4 Mine eyes with expectation fail ; 
 
 My heart within me cries, 
 « When will the Lord his truth fulfil, 
 * And make my comforts rile ?' 
 Ver. 132. 
 
 5 Look down upon my furrows, Lord, 
 
 And ihow thy grace the fame, 
 As thou art ever wont t' afford 
 To thofe that love thy name. 
 
 Psalm 119. Part 13. [CM], 
 Ver, (o. 
 
 1 ^C7C7 r I r ^^ m y whole heart I've fought 
 
 VV O let me never ffray [thy racf 3 
 From thy commands, Q God of grace, 
 Nor tread the fiiiners way ! 
 Ver. 11, 
 
 2 Thy word I've hid within my heart. 
 
 To ke^p my confeience clean, 
 And be an everlaftmg guard 
 From ev'ry riling Im. 
 
 Ver, 63, 53, 158. 
 
 3 I'm a companion of the faints, 
 
 Who fear aad love the Lord s 
 
272 PSALM CXIX. 
 
 My forrpws rife, my nature faints, 
 When men trarf^refs thy word. 
 Ver i6», 163. 
 
 4 "While fionrs do thy gofpel wrong, 
 
 My fpirit (rand* in awe ; 
 Mv foui abhors a lying tongue, 
 But loves thy right ous law. 
 Ver. 161, I20. 
 
 5 My heart with {acred rcv'rtnce hears 
 
 The threat'nings of thy word ; 
 My fl (h with holy tremb! ng fears 
 The judgments of the Lord, 
 Ver. 166 174. 
 
 6 My God, I long, I hope, I wait 
 
 For thy falviuon (till ; 
 While thy whole law is my delight, 
 And I obey thy w.lL 
 
 Fsalm 119. Part 14. [CM.] 
 
 Ver. 153, 81, 82. 
 J /CONSIDER all ny forrows, Lord, 
 \^/ And thy deliv'nnce fend ; 
 biy f ul for thy ialvation faints, 
 When will my troubles end ? 
 V:r 71. 
 2 Yet I have found 'is good for me 
 To bear my father s rod ; 
 Aifl ftions make me iearn thy law, 
 And live upon fry God. 
 
PSALM CXIX. 273 
 
 Ver. 50. 
 
 3 This is the comfort J enjoy, 
 
 When new diftrtfs begins, 
 I read thy word, I run thy way. 
 And hate my former fins. 
 V r 92. 
 
 4 Had not thy word been mv ^elfgHtj 
 
 When earthly joys were fhd, 
 My <ovi!, oppred with forrow's weight, 
 Had funk amon^d the dead. 
 Ver, 75. 
 
 5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right* 
 
 Tho 3 they may feem fevere : 
 The (harpeft fufPrings I endure 
 Flow from thy faithful care. 
 Ver 67. 
 € Before I knew try chaft'ning red, 
 My feet were apt to {fray ; 
 But now I learn to keep -thy word, 
 Nor wander from thy way. 
 
 Psalm 119. Part 15. [CM.] 
 
 Ver. 93. 
 THAT thy fra'.utes ev'ry hour 
 Might dwtli upon try irand I 
 Ti eoce I derive a OjUick'ning pow'r, 
 And datiy peace 1 find. 
 Ver. 15, 16. 
 To meditate thy precepts, Lordy 
 Shall be my Tweet employ 5 
 
2 74 PSALM CX T X. 
 
 My foul fhal! ne'er forcer thy word, 
 Thy word is a I tr.y joy. 
 Ver. 32. 
 
 3 How would I run in thy commands, 
 
 If tVou my heart difc'iarge 
 From fin and Sa r an's hateful chains, 
 And f;t my feet at large ! 
 Ver. 13, 46. 
 
 4 My lips w'th courage (hall declare 
 
 fhy Matures and thy name ; 
 I'll fpeakthy word, -ho' kings mould hear, 
 Nor yieli to finful lliaaie. 
 Ver 61, 69, 70. 
 
 5 Let bands of peifecuiors ufe 
 
 To rob me of my rght, 
 . Let pr'de and ma ice forge their lies, 
 '1 hy law is my delight. 
 Ver. 115. 
 
 6 Depart from me ye wicked race, 
 
 Whofe hanis and hearis are ill ; 
 I love my God, I love his ways, 
 And mu(t obey his will. 
 
 Psalm 1 1 q. Part 16. [C M] 
 Ver. 25, 37. 
 I "]\/T Y foul lies cleaving to the duft ; 
 JlV jL Lord, g've me life d<vine I 
 From vain dtfire^, and ev*»-y lull, 
 Turn ' rT th f fv< s of mine. 
 B I need t1 -e infi i nee of thy grace, 
 To fpted me in thy way, 
 
psalm cxm n$ 
 
 Left I fliould Joiner in my race, , 
 
 Or turn my feet aftray. 
 Ver 107 
 When (ore aflMons prefs me down, 
 
 I need thy quick'ning pow\s ; 
 Thy word that I have refted on 
 
 Shall help my heaiicft hours. 
 Ver. [56, 40 
 Are not thy mercies fov 'reign ftili, 
 
 And thou a faithful God ? 
 Wilt trou not grant me warmer zeal 
 
 To run the heav'nty road ? 
 Ver. 159, 40. 
 Dees not my heart thy precept love* 
 
 And long to fee thy face ? 
 Aiid yet how flow my fpirits move, 
 
 Without eniiv ning grace ! 
 V-r. 93. 
 Then (hall I love thy gofpel more, 
 
 And ne'er forget thy word, 
 When I have felt its quick* ing pow'r, 
 
 To draw me near the Lord. 
 
 Psalm j 19 Par> ry. [L. M.] 
 Ver. 143, 28. 
 
 \~K7 HEN pain and anguifii felze me 
 
 VV Lord, 
 
 All my iupport is from thy word j 
 My fcul difiolves for heavi'nefs, 
 Uphold me with thy flrength'aiog grace. 
 
276 PSALM CXIX, 
 
 • . Ver. J i, 69. 110. 
 
 2 The proud have tram'd their feoffs and lies, 
 They watch my feet with envious eyes, 
 And tempt my foul to fnares and fm t 
 
 Yet thy commands I ne'er decline. 
 Ver. 161, 78. 
 
 3 They hate yne, Lord, without a caufe, 
 They hate to fee me love thy laws ; 
 But 1 will truft and far thy name, 
 Till pride and malice die with fhame. 
 
 Psalm 119. Laft Part. [L.M.J 
 Ver, 67, 59. 
 
 1 Tj^ATHER, I bids thy pentle hand] 
 JL How kind was thy chaftifmg rod, 
 That fore'd my confeience to a Hand, 
 And brought my wandering foul to God i 
 
 2 Foohfh and vain I went affray, 
 
 Ere I had felt thy fcourges, Lord ; 
 I left my guide, and loft my way, 
 But now I love and keep thy word. 
 Ver. 71. 
 
 3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, 
 For pride is apt to rife and fwell ; 
 3 Tis good to hear my Father's ftroke, 
 That 1 might it am his (taiuies well. 
 
 Ver. 72. 
 
 4 The law that ifiues from thy mou'h 
 Shall raife my cheerful pafiions more 
 Than all the '.reafures of the fouth, 
 Or weftcrn hiils of golden ere. 
 
PSALM CXX. 277 
 
 Ver. 73. 
 
 5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, 
 Thy fpirit form'd my foul within ; 
 Teach me to know thy wond'rous name, 
 And guard me fafe from death and fin. 
 
 Ver. 74 
 
 6 Then all that lore and fear the Lord, 
 At my faivation (hall rejoice; 
 
 For 1 hai T e hoped in thy word, 
 
 And made thy grace my only choice, .. 
 
 Psalm 120, [C M ] 
 
 1 np HOU God of love, thou ever bleff, 
 
 X Pity my fuff Ving fhte ; 
 
 When wilt thou fet my foul at refl: 
 
 From lips that love dec;it ? 
 
 2 Hard lot of mine ! my days are cafi: 
 
 Among the fons of ftrife, 
 Whcfe never ceafing brawiings wade 
 My golden hours of life. 
 
 3 O might I fly to change my place, 
 
 How would I choofe to d veil 
 In fome wide lonefome wildlerqeis, 
 And, leave thefe gates of hell. 
 <f Feac? is the bSefling that I feek, 
 How lovely are its charms ! 
 I am for peace ; but when I fp-ak, 
 They all declare for arms, 
 j New pafiions ft.ll their fouls engage, 
 And k°ep their malice frrong ; 
 
Mt PSALM CXXl 
 
 What flulf be done to curb thy rsge, 
 
 O thou devouring torgue ! 
 € Should burning arrows fmife thes thro*, 
 Strict juftice would approve : 
 Bur I had rather fpare my f^e, 
 And me!t his heart with love. 
 
 Psalm hi. [L. M.J 
 
 1 TTPto the Ivlls I lift mine ey-3, 
 
 V^J Hi 1 eternal bills b-yond the fides \ 
 Therce all ^er help my fbuf derives ; 
 There my almighty refupe l ; ves, 
 
 2 He lives, the eteflafttng God, 
 
 That built the world, that fpread the flood 5 
 The heav'ns with ail their holts he made, 
 And the dark regions or the dead. 
 
 3 He guides our feet, he guides our way 5 
 His morning irni'es Wcfs ali the day ; 
 He fpreads the ev'ning vril, and keeps 
 The filc-nt hours while Ifr'el flceps. 
 
 4 lfr el, a name divinely ble'.r, 
 May rife fecure, fecureiy reft ; 
 Tt y holy guardian's wakeful eyes 
 Admit bo fiurr-ber nor furprife. 
 
 5 No fun mail fn.tte thy head by day, 
 No: the paie moon with fickle ray, 
 Shall blaft thy couch ! no baleful liar 
 Dart his malignant fire fo far 
 
 C Should esrth and hell with malice burn? 
 Still thou lhalt go, and (fill return, 
 
PSALM CXXL 279 
 
 Safe 10 the Lord ; his heajr'nly care 
 Defends thy life from ev'ry fnare, 
 7 On thee foul fp?rits have no powY, 
 And, ia thylafl departing hour, 
 .Artels t^at trace the airy roa3, 
 Shall heir thee homeward to thy God. 
 
 Psalm 121. [C. M] 
 
 I r I " O heav'n I lift my waiting eyes, 
 X There all my hopes are laid : 
 The Lord, who builr the earth and ikies, 
 Is my peroe ual aid, 
 3 Their fee: fna s l never Aide to fall, 
 Whom he defi?,ns to keep ; 
 His ear attends the foft-ft cai! ; 
 His eyes can never fl^p 
 
 3 He will fu{*ain our weakeft pow'rs 
 
 With his almighty arm, 
 And watch our molt unguarded hours 
 Aga'nft furprifmg harm. 
 
 4 Ifr'el rejosce and reft f cure, 
 
 Thy keeper is the Lord ; 
 His wakeful eyes employ his pow'r 
 For thine eternal guard. 
 
 5 Nor fcorching fun nor fickly moon, 
 
 Shall have his leave to frnite ; 
 He fhelds thy head from burning noon, 
 From blading damps at night. 
 
 6 He guards thy foul, he keeps thy breath, 
 
 Where thickeft dangers co.Tie : 
 
28o PSALM CXXI. 
 
 Go and return, frcure from death, 
 Till Cod commands thee heme. 
 
 Psalm 121. As the 148J1 Pf«t!m. 
 
 PWAR.D I lift mine eves, 
 
 II 
 
 From God is ail mv aid ; 
 The God that built the (kiss, 
 .And earth and nature made : 
 
 God is the fow'r "" 
 
 To which I fly;: 
 
 His grace is nigh 
 
 In ev'ry hour 
 "My- feet dial I neVer Aide, 
 Or fa!! in fatal Tnares. 
 Sir.ce God, my puard and guide, 
 Defends rh a from r»y feafV. 
 
 Thcfe wakeful eyes 
 
 That never flet-p, 
 
 Shall Ifr'd keep, 
 
 When dangers rife 
 No burning hea's by day, 
 Nor blails of ev'ning kir, 
 SraN take my health away, 
 If Gcd be with r»,e there, 
 
 Thou aft my fun - 
 
 And thou my made, 
 
 To £uard my head . 
 
 By rrght or noon. 
 Halt then no». giv'n thy word, 
 To fave my foul from death ? 
 
PSALM CXXU. aSi 
 
 And I cati truft my Lord 
 To keep my mortal breath. 
 
 I'll go ande6m*» 
 
 Nor fear to die. 
 
 Till from on high 
 
 Thou call «ne home. 
 
 Psalm fjj. [C. *f ] 
 
 1 T TOW did my heart njoice to hetr 
 XI My friends devoutly fay, 
 
 • In Z on let ui all appear, 
 * And keep the folemn day ! f 
 
 2 I love her g»tet, I love the road | 
 
 The church adorn'd with grace. 
 Stands like a palace built for God, 
 
 To (hew his milder face. 
 5 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, 
 
 The holy tribes repair; 
 The fon of David holds his throne. 
 
 And fits in judgment there. 
 
 4 He hears our praifes a^d complaint! | 
 
 And while his aw r ul voice 
 Divides the finners from the fiints r 
 We tremble and rejoice. 
 
 5 Peace be wkhin this facred place, 
 
 A ad joy a con (rant guelt ! 
 With holy gift* and heavenly grace 
 Bi her attendants b'eft ! 
 
 6 My foul mall pray for Z on (till, 
 
 Whik life Or b«t»?n remains \ 
 X a 
 
282 PSALM CXXlt. 
 
 There my bed fiiends, my k^Jred dw.II, 
 There God my 8av?or reioiis. 
 
 Psalm 122. Proper Tune. 
 
 1 TJOW pieas'd and bltft was I 
 JljL To hear the people cry, 
 
 I Come let us fc-ek our God to day !' 
 Yes, with a cheerful z*al$K , 
 
 We hade, to Z ; or,'s i.i'i, 
 
 Ar>& there cur vows and honors pay, 
 
 2 Zion, thrice happy place ! 
 Adppn'd with wond'rous grace, 
 
 And walls cf ftrength embrace tiiee round ; 
 
 In ihjee our tribes appear. 
 
 '] o pray, or pra'.fe, or hear 
 The (acred gofpel's joyful found. 
 
 3 1 here David s greater Son 
 Hath fix'd his roya! throne, 
 
 Ke fits for grace and judgment there; 
 Ke biis the faint be g'a.d, 
 .'He makes the firmer had, 
 Arid humble fouls rejoice with fear. 
 
 4 May peace attend ihy j»aje, 
 Ar.d joy v.i hi n the \v«it, 
 
 To bids the foul of ev'r.y gyefr ; 
 
 The man that feeds' thy peace, 
 
 And w'fli:s t'.i'.e iacr£afe, 
 A thoufcipd b; flips' on hisi reft! 
 
 5 $jrtodgee np-as her rows, 
 
 4 Peace to tbii facrcd ho<:le !* 
 
PSALM CXX-III CXXIV. 2%$ 
 
 For there rny friends and kindred dwell 5 
 And iince. my glorious God 
 Makes thee his bleft abode, 
 My foul fhall ever love thee well. 
 Rej-eat the fourth Jianza to complete the tune. 
 
 Psalm 123. [C. M.] 
 
 1 /^\ THOU whofegrace and juftice reign 
 %^Jr ; Enthron'd above the iki^s, 
 
 To thee our hearts would tell their pain, 
 To thee we lift cur eyes. 
 
 2 As fervants watch their matter's hand, 
 
 And fear the angry flroke ; 
 Or maids, before their mHtrefs ftand, 
 And wait a peaceful look : 
 
 3 So for our fins we jufliy feel 
 
 Thy discipline, O God ; 
 Yet wait the gracious moment (till, 
 Till thou remove thy rod. 
 
 4 Thofe that in weahb. and pleafure live, 
 
 Our dai'y groans deride, 
 And thy delays of mercy give 
 Frefli courage to their pride. , 
 
 5 Our foes infult us, but our hope 
 
 In thy compsfiicn lies ; 
 This thought fhall bear our lpirits up, 
 That God will notdcfpife. 
 
 Psalm 124, [L. M.] 
 TAD not the Lord, may Ifr'e! fay, 
 1 Hatipoiihs Lotd mamtaiad our fide, 
 
*8 4 PSALM CXXV. 
 
 When men to make our lives a prey, 
 Rofe like the fwelling of the tide : 
 
 2 The fwelling tide had ftopt our breath, 
 So fiercely did the waters roll, 
 
 We had been fwailow'd deep in death ; 
 Proud watera had o'erwhelm'd our loul. 
 
 3 We leap for joy, we fhout and fing, 
 Who )\iii efcap'd the fatal firoke : 
 So flies the bird wi;h cheerful wing. 
 When once the fowler's fnare is broke. 
 
 4 For ever bltfTed be the Lord, 
 Who broke the fowler's curfed fnare, 
 Who fav r d us from the murd'ring fword 
 And made our lives and fouls his care !, 
 
 5 Our help is in Jehovah's name. 
 
 Who form'd the earth and built the fkiei ; 
 Ke who upholds that wond'rous frame. 
 Guards his own church with watchful eyei. 
 
 Psalm 125. [C. M ] 
 
 1 J TNSHAKENasthefacred hill, 
 V_J And firm as mountains be, 
 I irm as a rock the foul (hall red 
 That leans, O Lord, on thee, 
 a Not walls nor hills could guard fo well 
 Old Salem s happy ground, 
 As thofe eternal arms of love 
 That ev'ry faint furround. 
 5 W I ile tyrants are a fmarting fcourffy 
 To drive thtra sear to Cod, 
 
PSALM CXXV, 2 *$ 
 
 Divine compafiion does allay 
 The fury of tie rod 
 
 4 Df-al pently. Lord, with fouls fir.cere, 
 And lead them fafeiy on, 
 
 To the brigHf gates of Parad'fe 5 
 Where Chrift their Lord is gone. 
 
 5 But if we trace thcfe crooked ways 
 That the o!d ferpent drew, 
 
 The wrath tha k drove him fird to hell 
 Shall fmite his followers too. 
 
 Psalm 125. [S. M.] 
 
 1 "TT^IRM and unmov'd are they 
 
 JT That reft their fouh on God ; 
 Firm as the mount where David dwelt, - 
 Of where the ark. abode. 
 
 2 As mountains flood to guard 
 
 The city's facred gtound. 
 
 So Gcd, and his alminhty love, 
 
 Embrace his faints around. 
 
 3 What tho' a Father's rod 
 
 Drop a chaftifing ftrcke, 
 Yet, left it wound their fguls too d^f» 
 Its fury fhail be broke, 
 
 4 Deal gently, Lord, with thoili 
 . Whofg faith and pious fear, 
 Whpfe hope and love, and ev ? ry gras?i 
 
 JProclaim thtir hearts hncere, 
 
 5 Nor (hail the tyrants rage, 
 
 T«o long opprcfg ths f*int 3 
 
2fi6 PSALM CXXVI. 
 
 The Gci of Ifr'el will fjnport 
 
 Hi- children, \*(\ they raint; 
 6 Bur if cur flav ; m fear 
 
 Will choofe t! e ro.d to hell, 
 We rruft expect our portion th°re f 
 
 Where bolder finners dwell. 
 
 Psalm 126. [L. M.] 
 
 JTTTH EN God reftor'd our captive (rate, 
 V V Joy was our fong, and gracs our 
 
 theme ; 
 The grace beyond our hopes Co great, 
 That joy appear'd a painted dream. 
 
 2 The fcofFer owns thy hand, an J pays 
 Unwilling honors to thy name ; 
 While w? with pleafure fiiom thy praife, 
 With cheerful notes thy Jove proclaim, 
 
 3 When we review our difmal Fears, 
 
 'J 'was hard to think they'd vanifh fo ; 
 With Go-i we left oui fljwing rears, 
 He: makes our joys like rivers flow. 
 
 4 The man that in bis furrow'd held 
 His fcatter'd Ted with fadnefs haves, 
 Will fhout to fee the ham it yield 
 
 A welcome load of joyful (heaves. 
 
 Psalm 126. [C. M.] 
 
 HEN God reveal'd his gracious 
 name, 
 And chang'd my mournful Hate, 
 
 • w 
 
PSALM CXXVII. 2%i 
 
 My rapture feem'd a pleating dream, 
 The grace appear'd fo gte^t. 
 
 2 The wor'd beheld the glorious change, 
 
 And did hy hand conf fs ; 
 My tongue broke our in unknown (irainsi 
 Ana fung furprfing grace s 
 
 3 * Great is the work,' my neighbors cry ? d$ 
 
 And own'd the pow'r divine ; 
 * Gf- at is the work/ my heart reply'd, 
 * And be the glory thine.' 
 
 4 The Lord can clear the darkeft ikies, 
 
 Can give us day for night j 
 Make drops of facred forrows rife 
 To rivers of delight. 
 
 5 Let thofe that fow in fadnefs wait 
 
 fill the fa ; r barveft come 5 
 They (hall ccnfefs their (heaves aregrea£$ 
 And fhqttt the blciSngs home. 
 
 6 Tho feed lie bu*y ? d lor.g in dtift 5 
 
 It (run t deceive t» eir hope ! 
 The precious grain can ne'er be lofy 
 For grace infures the crop. 
 
 Psalm 127; [L. M,] 
 
 1 |F God fucceed not, all the cofi 
 
 X And pains to build the houfe are loft -3 
 
 If God the city will not keep, 
 
 The watchful guards as well may fleep. 
 
 t What if you rife before the fun, 
 And work and toil when day is don^ 
 
2fi8 PSALM CXXVII. CXXVIII. 
 
 Careful and fparing eat your bread, 
 To fhun that poveny you dread ; 
 
 3 'Tis a!! in vain, til! God hath bleft ; * 
 He can m^k^ rich, yet giv- us reft : 
 Children a d friends are bitflincs too,' 
 
 It God our fov r6ig«j nuke them fo. 
 
 4 Happy the man to Whom he fsrds 
 Obedient children, faithful frenos ! 
 How fweet our dsily coro£>r;s prove, 
 When they are feafon'd .with iis love ! 
 
 Psalm 127. [C M ] 
 
 1 T F G. d 'o build the bcuf- deny, 
 j[ The bu Id rs work in vain ; 
 And towns', without his wakeful eye, 
 
 An ufelefs watch rf.air-tain. 
 
 2 Be'ore theimornfhg beams anie, 
 
 Your painful work rer.evy, 
 And, til! tt e ftars afcend the Ikies, 
 Your iir-.Torr«e toil puvfue. 
 
 3 Short be your fleep, and coarfe y cur fare ; 
 
 In win, till God has bleft ; 
 
 But it hib fmites attend your care, 
 
 You mail have tend and reft. 
 
 4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends, 
 
 Shall r al blei&rrgs pr:,v?, 
 Nor all the eat tbly joys he fends, 
 If lent without his love. 
 
 Psalm 128 [C. M ] 
 
 1 f\ H x i i 3 Y man, whofe f ul is fifi'd 
 
 V/ With zea! and rev'rentl awe ! 
 
PSALM CXXJX, 2S9 
 
 His Hps to God their honors yield, 
 
 His life adorns the Jaw. 
 S A careful Providence flu)! (land, 
 
 And ever guard thy head, 
 Shall on the labors of thy hand 
 
 Its kindly bieffings flsed. 
 
 3 Thy wife (hall be a fruitful vine ; 
 
 Thy children round thy board, 
 Each like a plan' of honor fhine, 
 And learn to fear the Lord. 
 
 4 The Lord fnall thy beft hopes fulfil 
 
 For months and years to co'ne ; 
 The Lord who dw-lls in Zion's hi!!, 
 Shaii fend the bieflings home. 
 
 5 This is the man whofe happy eyes 
 
 Shall fee his houfe increafe, 
 Shaii fse the finking chu.ci arife, 
 Then leave the world in peace. 
 
 Psalm 129 [C. M ] 
 1 "T TP from my youth, may lir'e! fay, 
 %^J Have I bc-en nsrs'd in tears ; 
 My griefs were cooftant as thsjjay, 
 And tedious as the years. 
 Z Up from my youth I bore the rage 
 Of all the fons of ftrife j 
 Oft they aflail'd my riper age, 
 But not dc'Txcy'd my life. 
 3 Their cruel plough had turn my fkfh, 
 Witii furrows iosg and deep, 
 
2c,o PSALM CXXX. 
 
 Hourly they vex'd my wounds afrcfh, 
 Nor ift my U rrovv? fLep. 
 
 4 Tie Lord grfe-w ..nn»'v c;. rr's tl.-rcnc, 
 
 A nd w th inrpsma! e\ e 
 MeafurV the riu'chi- A they had done* 
 Then 1 t his arrows fly. 
 
 5 "How was their info'erce. furpris'd 
 
 To hear 'is tl urr! rs roM : 
 
 ^nJ si! the foes c Zi sn Uiz'd 
 
 W¥th ! orr.r to the fou! 3 
 
 6 Thus fnaH the men that hate the faints 
 
 B -bUived from t!ic fky ; 
 Tbtirglcty fades, the : r courage faints, 
 A rd r. ! their pr j .fls die. 
 
 7 [What iho' th:y fi urifh tail and fair, 
 
 '! hey have no root beneath ; 
 
 Th.ir growth (hall perrfti in defpair, 
 
 And lie defpis d in de'ath 3 
 
 8 [So corn ttiat on the houfe top (lands, 
 
 he lone or has veil }:ives ; 
 The reaper ne'ei (hall fill his hands, 
 Nor binder fold the (heaves. 
 
 9 It iyr i:ys and vviilcrs oovheplace* 
 
 No traveller bellows 
 A word of bl (Hug on the grafs, 
 Nor minds it as Ivc goes. J 
 
 Psalm 130 £C M.] 
 
 ^~X UT of the deeps cflong diilicfs, 
 
 The bordas cf defpair, 
 
PSALM CXXX. 291 
 
 I {eot my cries to feck thy grac?, 
 My groans to move *thifve ear. 
 
 2 Grea' God ! fhould thy fcverereye, 
 
 And thine impartial hand, 
 Mark and revenge inj^iity, 
 No mortal fLCh cousd ffo.nd, 
 
 3 But there are pardons with my G :d 
 
 For crimes o r Mgh d?->ree ; 
 Thy 8on ha r h bought them with his bloody 
 To draw us near to shee. 
 
 4 [I wait for their fa! vation. Lord, 
 
 With .flrono defires I \va\i; 
 My f ->ul, invited by thy word, 
 Stands. w?,-chimi at thy g'^" f -- j 
 
 5 [J u ft as *k f guards that ketp the night 
 
 Long for the morning (ki^s, 
 Watch, the firfr beajrcs of breaking light, 
 Ard sieet t\ era with their eyes ; 
 
 6 So wa*tjs my f?uj to fee they grace, 
 
 And m-one indent than they, 
 
 Meets the fhft openings of thy face, 
 
 And finds a brighter day j 
 
 7 Then in 'he Lord let lfre\ trull, 
 
 L-t Ifr'ei feek his face ; 
 The Lord is good as welfas pi\ t 
 And pknteous in h's grace 
 
 8 There's full redemption at his throne 
 
 For flnners Spng tjnfiav'cj ; 
 
 The great redeemer is t is Son, 
 
 And Ifr'el iliall be .fav'd. 
 
92 PSALM CXXX. CXXXI. 
 
 Tsalm 130. [L. M,] 
 ROM deep diftrefs and troubled tho'ts, 
 
 1 T^RC 
 
 o thee, rr y God, I raisM my cries ; 
 It" fhou fever ly mark our faults, 
 N' fl-fh can (land before thine eye. 
 
 2 Buf thou haft built thy throne of grace, 
 Free to difp^nfe thy pardons there, 
 That firntrs may approach thy face, 
 And hope, and love, as well as fear. 
 
 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, 
 And long and wi!h for breaking day, 
 So waits my foul before thy gate ; 
 When will n y God his face difplay ? 
 
 4 My ru(t is fijt'd upon thy word, 
 jSior (hall I truft thy word in vain : 
 L.t mourning fou's addrefs the Lord, 
 And find relief from all their pain. 
 
 5 Great is his love, and lar^e his grace, 
 Thro' the redemption of his Son ; 
 He turns our feet from fj. fa! ways, 
 And pardons what cur hands have d«ne. 
 
 Psalm 131. [C. M] 
 
 1 T S ?here ambition in my heart ? 
 
 J_ Search, gracious god, and fee ; 
 Or do I act a haughty part ? 
 Lord, I appeal to thee» 
 
 2 I c arge my thoughts, b? humble dill, 
 
 And all nry carriage mild j 
 
PSALM CXXXIL 293 
 
 Content, <ny Father, with thy will, 
 
 And quiet as a child. 
 3 The parent foul, the lowly mind, 
 
 Shall have a large reward : 
 Let faints ; n farrow lie reft^n'd, 
 
 And truft a faithful Lord. 
 
 Psalm 132. 5, 13 — 18. [L. M.j 
 ?. "T7T7" HH.RE (hall wegotorfeek and find 
 VV An habitation for our God, 
 A dwelling for th' Eternal Mind, 
 Araongft the fons of flefli and blood ? 
 
 2 T : e God of Jacob chcfe the hill 
 Of'Zion, for his ancient >reft ; 
 AecI Zion is his dwelling (hll, 
 
 His c! urch is with his pr:fer,ce bleft« 
 
 3 ' Here will I fix my gracious throne, 
 
 ' And rei r n for e«er,' faith the Lord 5 
 
 * Here (kail my pow'r and So?e be kr.cwn, 
 1 <^nd blc-iBn.s (hail attend my word. 
 
 4 * Here will I me< t the hungry poor, 
 
 ' And fH their fouls with heav'niy bread : 
 
 * Sinners t % ar wait before my door, 
 
 * With (Wet groyjfiaas mail be fed. 
 
 5 * Girded wi. h truth, and cloth d with grace, 
 
 * My prieffs, my minliters, shall fmne ; 
 'Not Aaron in his. colily dels 
 
 ' Made an appearance fa divine* 
 
 6 ' The fa :nts, unable to contain 
 
 ' X'heir. inward joys, (hail jligut and fug ; 
 
 ;; y a 
 
29+ PSALM CXXXII. 
 
 ' The Son of David here (hall reign, * 
 
 * And Zion triumph in her King. 
 7 [* Jt^us (ha I fee a num'rous fed 
 
 * B< rn here, t' uphold his glorious name ; 
 ♦His crown (hall fiouiifh on his head, 
 
 ■ While all his foes are cloth'd with flume.'] 
 
 Psalm 132. Ver, 4, 5, 7, 8, 15 — 17. 
 
 [C. M.] 
 
 1 T \T O fleep nor (lumber to his eyes 
 »- Jl\ Good David would afford, 
 Till he had found betaw the fkies 
 
 A dwel n for the Lord. 
 
 2 The Lord in Zion plac'd his name, 
 
 His ark was let tied there : 
 To Zion the whole nation came 
 To worlhip thrice a year. 
 
 3 But we have no foch lengths to go, 
 
 N r wander far abroad : 
 Where'er thy faints affe/nble now, 
 There is a r ouf for God 3 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 4 A rife. O King of grace, arife, 
 
 And fnter to thy r it . l 
 La! thy church waits with longing eyes, 
 Thus to be ovvn'd and blelh 
 
 5 Enter with all shy glorious train, 
 
 Thy Spirit and thy woid ; 
 
 £1! ti at the ark did once contain 
 
 Could no iucn ^race afford. 
 
PSALM CXXXIH. 291 
 
 6 Here, mighty God ! accept our vows, 
 
 Here let thy praife be Ipread ; 
 Blefs the provifions of t h y houfe, 
 And fill thy poor with bread. 
 
 7 Here let the Son of David reign ; 
 
 Let God's Annointed mine ; 
 Jufhce and truth his court maintain, 
 With love and pow'r divine. 
 
 8 Here let him hold a lading throne, 
 
 And as his kingdom grows, 
 Frefh honors fha.'l adorn his crown, 
 And {hame confound his foes. 
 
 Psalm i 3 j. [CM.] 
 
 1 " O, what an entertaining fight 
 Jl a Are brethren that agree, 
 Brethren, whofe cheerful hearts unite 
 In bands of piety. 
 3 When if reams of love from Chrifr, the fpring,- 
 Defcend toev'ry foul, 
 And heav'nly peace with balmy wing, 
 Shades and bedews the whole : 
 
 3 'Tis like the oil divinely fweet, 
 
 On Aaron's rev'rend head ; 
 The trirkiing drops perfum'd his feet, 
 And o'er his garments fpread : 
 
 4 'Tis pieafant as the morning dews \ 
 
 That falls on Z'.on's hill, 
 Where God his niildelt gler) fhsws. 
 And makes, his grace dtltili. 
 
296 PSALM CXXXIil. 
 
 Psalm 133. [S. M.] 
 
 1 T) LES V sre the fons of peace, 
 
 j3 Whofe hearts and hopes are on?, 
 Whofe kind defigns re fcr?e and p!e»fe, 
 Ihrou^h ail their a&ons run. 
 
 2 Blefr is the pious houfe, 
 
 Wh-re zeal and friendship meet ; 
 Their fongs of praife, their mingfed vows 
 Make their communion fweet. 
 
 3 Thus when on Aaron's htad 
 
 Tt ey pour'd the rich perfume, 
 The oil thro' a!! his raiment fpread/ 
 And plfofure fii M the room. 
 
 4 Thus on the heavenly hills 
 
 The faints are bltii&bbve, 
 Where Joy like morning dew diftills, 
 And ail the air is love. 
 
 Psalm 133. As the I22d Pfalm. 
 
 1 TT OW pleafint 'tis to fee 
 JLjL Kindred and friends a^ree, 
 
 Each in their proper (tation move, 
 
 And each fulfil their part 
 
 "W,ith fymparhifing heart, 
 In all the carts or lite and love ! 
 
 2 ' l is like t e ointment m d 
 On Aaron's S<cred head ; 
 
 Divinely .rich, divinely fweet : 
 The oil thro all ihe room 
 
psalm exxxiv. cxxxv. 297 
 
 Diffused a choice perfume, 
 Ran thro* his lebes and blett his feet. 
 
 Like fruitful fhow'rs otjr&ih 
 
 That water all the pbin, ^ 
 t)efcending from the neighboring hills 5 
 
 8uch flreams of pleafure roll 
 
 Thro* ev'ey friendly foul, 
 Where love like*heav 3 niy dew diftills. 
 Repeat the frjl jtan%a to complete the tune. 
 
 Psalm 134. [€■ M.] 
 
 1 "\/"E that obey th* immortal King; 
 
 X Attend nis holy place ; 
 Bow to the glories of his pow'r, 
 And blefs his wondrous grace. 
 
 2 Lift up your bands by morning light, 
 
 And fend your (buls on high : 
 Raife ycur admin ng thoughts by night 
 Above the (tarry fey. 
 
 3 The God of %o* cheers our hearts 
 
 With rays of quick'ning grace : 
 The God that fprcads the heav'ns abroad, 
 And rules the fwelling feas. 
 
 Psalm 135. Ver. 1— 4* H» »9~ 2U 
 Part 4. pfc M ] 
 
 I TQ RAISE ye the L«rd, exah his name, 
 J7 W'-ile in his h ly courts ye wait j 
 Ye faints that to his houf; belong, 
 Or (land attending at his gate, 
 
2 S S PSALM CXXXV. 
 
 2 Praife ye the Lord : the Lord is good I 
 To praife his name is fvret employ ; 
 
 Tfr ci ' e chofs of old, and (till 
 His church is his peculiar joy. 
 
 3 The Lou-! hi i {di wii! ju4ge his faints ; 
 H-* treats his fcrvants as -is fri^^s ; 
 -And when he hears < heir fjre c > ■•: -pLi.-its, 
 Rtren;* the forrows that &e Tends. 
 
 4 Th'ro'evVy agethe Lord d -.glares 
 
 His name, and breaks th* oppr TT r's rod : 
 
 He gives his fcff'rtng 'ervams rdr, 
 
 And will be known, fc Th' almighty, Gpd/ 
 
 5 B!cfs ye the Lord, who tafre his love, 
 People and prieHs exaii his naj 
 Atnoqgtt his faints he ereruwdisj 
 His church is his Jerufalem. 
 
 Psalm 1*$. Ver. 5 — 12. Part 2. r L M.j 
 
 1 iS REAT is the Lord, exalted h'oh 
 VJF Above aU pow'rsand ev'ry throne 
 W'^ate'er he pleafe in earth and fea 
 
 Or h^av'n, or hen, his hand hath dene. 
 
 2 Ar his command the vapours fife, 
 
 The lightnings fhfh, the thunders roar ;. 
 He prui9 the rain, he brings the wind 
 And temped from his airy (lore 
 
 3 'Twas he thofc dreadful tokens fen% 
 O Ejiypt* thro' rhy ftubborn land ; 
 When al! thy (Mr born, b.-aAs and mien, 
 Fell dead by his avenging hand. 
 
PSALM CXXXV, 299 
 
 4 What mighty nations, mighty kings 
 He flaw, and their whole country gave 
 To Hr'ei, whom his hand rcdrenrd, 
 No more to b- proud Pharaoh's flave ! 
 
 5 His pow'r the (^e, the fame his grace, 
 Th?r laves us from the hofts of bed : 
 And heav'n he gives us to pclIHs, 
 Whence mof- apoitate an^eis sell. 
 
 Psalm 135. [C M ] 
 3 A Vv^KL,yefsintc.topraif-yourking, 
 J~%^ Your fweeteft paffiows raife, 
 Your pious pleaiure while you ling, 
 Increaiing with the praife. 
 2 Great is the Lord ; and works unknown 
 Are his divine employ ; 
 But (til! his faints are near his throne, 
 Hi3 treafur;; and his joy. ?. 
 g Heav'n, earth and fea, confefs his hand 4 
 Ke bids the vapors rile % 
 Light ning and (lersn* at his command, 
 Sweep thro 5 the founding fees. 
 4 AH pow'-r, that gods of kings have dairo'd. 
 Is found with him alone ; 
 But heathen gods mould ne'er be nam'd 
 Where our Jehovah's known. 
 I Which of the flecks or (tones they tru3 
 Can give them fhow'is o^ rain I 
 In vain they wotftiip giittVing duft, 
 And pray to gold in vain. 
 
300 PSALM CXXXVL 
 
 6 [Their gods have tongues that cannot talk, 
 
 Such as their maker's fjave : 
 Their feet were ne'er dfign^d to walk, 
 Nor hands have pow'r to fave 
 
 7 Blind are rheir eyes their ears are deaf, 
 
 Nor hear when mortals pray ; 
 Mortals that waif for their relief, 
 Are blind and deaf as they ] 
 
 8 Ye nat'ons know the living God, 
 
 Serve him with faith and fear ; 
 
 He ni?.k:s thy churchwS his abode, 
 
 And claims thine honors there. 
 
 Psalm 136. [C. M ] 
 
 1 J"** 1VE thanks to God, the fov'reipn 
 V Jf His mercies ftiil endure ; [Lord, 
 And be the King of kings ador'd, 
 
 His truth is ever fure 
 
 2 What wonders hath his wifjom done ! 
 
 How mighty is his hand ! 
 Heav'n, earth, and fea, he fram'd alene s 
 How w de is his command ! 
 
 3 The fun funplies the dav with light : 
 
 How bright h ; s counfds fhine ! 
 The moon and ftars adorn the night , 
 His works are all divine 
 
 4 [He ftruck tr e fons of Egypt dead j 
 
 How dreadful s his rod ; 
 And thence with joy h ; s people led: 
 How gracious is our God ! 
 
PSALM CXXXV-L 301 
 
 5 He cleft the fwelling fea in two ; 
 
 Kis arm is gre?t id might : 
 And gave the tribes a paffa»»e thro' ; 
 His pow'r and grace uoite.^ 
 
 6 But Pharaoh's army there he orown'd ; 
 
 How glorious are his ways ! 
 And brought his faints thro' defert ground 5 
 Eternal be his praife, 
 
 7 Great. raonarchs fell beneath his hand; 
 
 Victorious is his (word ; 
 While I.frel took the promis'd land ; 
 And faithful is his word.] 
 
 8 He faw the nations dead in fin ; 
 
 He feit his pity move ; 
 How fad the (hit the- world was in ! 
 How boundiefs was iris love ! 
 
 9 He fent to fave us from our woe ; 
 
 His goodnefs never fails ; 
 From death, and hell, and ev'ry foe ; 
 And frill his grace prevails. 
 
 10 Give thanks »o God the heav'nly King J 
 
 His mercies ftill endure : 
 Let the whole earth his praifes fing ; 
 His truth is ever fure. 
 
 Psalm 136, As the 148 h Pfilrru 
 I f^ IV L thanks to God molt high* 
 V_J The univeVfaJ Lo d ; 
 The fov'reign King cf kings j 
 And be his-grace ador'd. 
 Z 
 
$oi PSALM CXXXVI. 
 
 His pow'rand grace 
 Are ftill 'he fame ; 
 And let his name 
 Have endlefs praife. 
 
 2 How mighty is his hand ! 
 What wonders hath he done ! 
 He form'd the earth and feas, 
 And fpread the heav'ns alone* 
 
 Thy mercy, Lord, 
 Shall frill endure, 
 And ever fire 
 Abides thy word. 
 
 3 His wifdom fram'd the fun, 
 To crown the day with light ; 
 The moon and twinkling (tars, 
 To cheer the darklome night. 
 
 His pow'r and grace 
 
 Are frill the fame ; 
 
 And let his name 
 
 Have endlefs praife. 
 4. [He fmote the firft born fons, 
 The flow'r of Egypt, dead ; 
 And thence his chofen tribes 
 With joy and glory led. 
 
 Thy mercy, Lord, 
 
 Shall Hill endure ; 
 
 And ever lure 
 
 Abides thy word, 
 c. His pow'r and lifted rod 
 Cleft the red fetid two, 
 
PSALM CXXXVI, 3°3 
 
 And for his people made 
 A wondVous pafEiae thro'. 
 
 His pow'r and grace 
 
 Are (till the fa we ; 
 
 And let his name 
 
 Have endlcfs pra'ife. 
 But cruel Piiaraoh there 
 With all his hofts he drownM, 
 And brought his Ifr'el fafe 
 Thro* a long dtfert ground. 
 
 Thy mercy, Lord, 
 
 Sha4 (til! endure ; 
 
 And ever fure 
 
 Abides thy word. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 The kings of Canaan fell 
 Beneath his dreadful hand ; 
 While his own fervants took 
 PcMon of their hnd. 
 
 His pow'r and grace 
 
 Are ftil! the fame ; 
 
 And let his name 
 
 Have endlefs praife/J 
 He faw the nations lie 
 All perifhing in fiq, 
 And pity'd the f<*d ftate 
 The ruin 2 d worid was in. 
 
 Thy mercy, Lord, 
 
 Shall Hill endure j 
 
30+ 
 
 PSALM cxxxvr. 
 
 And ever fure 
 Abides thy word. 
 
 9 He fent his only Ton 
 To fcive us from our woe, 
 From Sitan, fin, and death, 
 Ar.d ev'ry hurry! foe. 
 
 His pov/r and grace 
 Are ftiEl the fame ; 
 And let his name 
 Have cndltfs praife. 
 
 10 G;v: thanks aloud to God, 
 To God the heaVnly King j 
 And let the fyacious earth 
 His works and glories fing. 
 
 Thy mercy, Lcrd, 
 Shall !!iii endure ; 
 And ever fure 
 Abides thy word. 
 
 Psalm i 3 6. Abridged. [L. M.] 
 
 i /T~*i 1VE to our God immortal praife ; 
 VJJ Mercy and truth are al! his ways ; 
 Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 Repeat ! is mercies in your fong. 
 
 2 Give to the Lord cf lords renown, 
 The King of kings with glory crown : 
 His mercies ever fhall endure, 
 When (oids and kings are known no more. 
 
 3 He built the earth, he fpread the {ky, 
 And fix'd the Itarry lights on high : 
 
PSALM CXXXVHI, 505 
 
 Wonders of grace to God be'ong, 
 Repeat his mercies in your Cong* 
 
 4 Ke filis the fun with morning light, 
 Ke bids the moon direct the night;. 
 H15 mercies ever fiiaii endure, 
 
 When funs and moons (hail fhine no more, 
 
 5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, 
 And brought them to the pro-T;j.s\d land : 
 Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 Repeat his mercifs in your foog* 
 
 6 He few the Gentiles dead in (in, 
 And telt his pi t y work within :. 
 His merges ever (hall endure, 
 
 When death and fin (nail reign, no more. 
 
 •J Ke fens his Son with pow'rto fave 
 From guilt, and darknefs, and the grave s 
 Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 Repeat hjs mercies in your Cong; 
 
 8 Thro' 'his vain world he guides our feet, 
 And f eads us to ris heav'nj? feat ; 
 His n ere es ever (hail endure. 
 When this va.n world ilull be no more. 
 
 Psalm 138. [L. M] 
 
 -fcJlVH all my pou'rs of heart and 
 • V ron.ue, 
 
 1 11 praife my Maker in my fonj : 
 /ingfis (had hear the nptes I raijTe, 
 Approve the fong, and join the oraib. 
 Z 2 
 
3c6 PSALM CXXXIX. 
 
 2 Anrels that make thy church their care, 
 Shall witnefs my devotion there, 
 "While holy zeal direcls my eyes 
 To thy (air temple in the fkies.J 
 
 3 I'll ling thy truh and mercy, Lord ; 
 I i! Gng the wonders of thy word : 
 Not aii thy works snd names below 
 So much thy puw'r and g!ory mow. 
 
 4 To Gcd I cry'd when troubles rofe ; 
 He h;ard me, and fubdu'd mv fos3 ; 
 He did my iidna fears centre!, 
 ftnd (tren-gtn diffusM thro : all my feu!. 
 
 5 lie God of heav'n maintains his (late, 
 Frowns or. the proud, and fcorns the great ; 
 But from lis throne dtfeends to f:e 
 The fcns of humble poverty. 
 
 6 Amidft a thoufand frares I fiand, 
 Upheld and guarded by thy haod ; 
 Thy words my fainting foul revive, 
 And keep my eying faith alive. 
 
 7 Grace urill complete what ^race begins, 
 To fave from farrows or from fins ; 
 The work that wifcom undertakes, 
 Eterrai mercy ne\r foti<*kes. 
 
 Psalm 139 Part 1. [L M.] 
 ; T o*d ihbnhafVfearefe'daodieenmethito', 
 
 _J_i I luce eyeco^fmaods with riercirg w.w 
 rj-fitig ..: d my reiving iu u's, 
 h 5 bean and Q; ■■., w.v.i all their pow'rs. 
 
PSALM CXXXIX. 307 
 
 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, 
 Areto my God di&nclly known ; 
 He knows the words I mean to (peak, 
 Ere from my op'ning lips they break. 
 
 3 Within thy circling pow'r I (land ; 
 On ev'ry fide I find thy hand : 
 Awake, afleep, at home, abroad, 
 
 I am furroun ded (Till with God. 
 
 4 Amazing knowledge, vaft and great ! 
 What large extent ! what lofty height ! 
 My foul, with all the pow'rs 1 boaft, 
 Is in the boundlefs prcfpecl tad, 
 
 5 * O may thefe thoughts poflifs my breafl, 
 ' Where'er I rove, where'er I rt£t, 
 
 * Nor iet my weaker paflions dare 
 
 * Confent to (in, for God is there.' 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 Could I fo falfe, fo faithlefs prove, 
 To quit thy fervice and thy love, 
 Where, Lord, cou'd I thy pref-nce (huo, 
 Or from thy drcad'ui glory ran ? 
 
 7 If up to heav'n I take my fight, 
 
 'Tis there thou dweli'ft enthron'd in light ; 
 Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, 
 And Satan groans beneath thy chains. 
 
 8 If, mounted on a (doming ray, 
 I fly beyond the v/eftern fea, 
 
 Thy fwifcer hand would ficft arrive, 
 And there arreft thy fugitive. 
 
5o8 PSALM CXXXIX. 
 
 9 Or mould I try to fhun thy fight 
 Beneath ihe fpreading veil of night ; 
 Gse g'ance of thine, onep'ercing ray, 
 Would kindle darkn-fs into day. 
 
 io ' O nuy thefe thoughts pcifefs my brea% 
 
 * Where'er I rove, where'er I reft ! 
 'Nor let my weaker pafibns dare 
 
 * Conieot to (in, for God is there.' 
 
 pause 2, 
 l i The vei! of night is no difguife, 
 
 No fcreen from thy all Searching eyes ; 
 
 Thy hand can feize thy foes as icon 
 
 Thro' ridnioht (Lades as blazing noon, 
 12 Midnight and noon in this agree, 
 
 Great God, they're both alike to thee ; 
 
 Nor death can hide what God will foy, 
 
 And hell lies naked to his ev3. 
 I j * O tray thefe thoughts pbfTefs my br-aft, 
 
 ' Where'er I rove, where'er I red ! 
 
 ' Nor let my weaker pafiions dare 
 
 'Con Tent to fin, for God is there ' 
 
 Tsalm 139. P^rt 2. [L. M.] 
 
 1 'rnWAS from thy hand, my God, I 
 
 J. can>e ; 
 
 A work of fuch a curious frame ; 
 In me thy fearful wonders flvne, 
 And each proclaim thy fkd) divine. 
 
 2 Thine eyes did all my limbs fjrvey, 
 Which yet in dark contulion lay j 
 
PSALM GXXXIX. 309 
 
 Thou faw'it the daily grow ; h they took, 
 Form'd by the model of thy book. 
 
 3 By thee my growing parts were nam'd, 
 And what thy fov'reign counfris fram'd, 
 (The breathing lungs, the beating heart) 
 Was copy'd with unerring art. 
 
 4 At lad, to (hew my Maker's name, 
 God ftamp'd his image on my frame, 
 And in fome unknown moment joined 
 The flnifh'd members to the mmd. 
 
 5 Thtre the young feeds of thought began, 
 And all the paffions of the man : 
 Great God, our infant nature pays 
 Immortal tribute to thy praifc ! 
 
 PAUSE 
 
 6 Lord, fince in my advancing age 
 I've acted on life's bufy ftage, 
 
 Thy thoughts of love to me furmount 
 The pow'r of numbers to recount. 
 
 7 I could furvey she ocean o'er, 
 
 And count each find that makes the fhore, 
 Before my fwiftett thoughts could trace 
 The num'rous wonders of thy grace. 
 
 8 Thtfe on my heart are (till impreir, 
 With thefe I give my eyes '-a reit ; 
 And at my waking hour I find 
 God and his love pciTefs my mind. 
 
 Psalm 139 Part 3 [L. M.J 
 Y Gcd, what inward grief I feel 
 When impicus men tranfgrefs thy wili ! 
 
3io 
 
 PSALM CXXXJX. 
 
 I' mourn to hear their lips profane 
 
 Take thy tremendous name in vain. 
 
 Does not thy fou! deteft and hate 
 
 The Tons of malice and deceit ? 
 
 Thofe that opp fe thy laws and thee, 
 
 I count them enemies to me. 
 
 Lord, (larch my fcul, try ev'ry thought; 
 
 Tho* my ovvn heart accufe me not 
 
 Of waking in a falfe difguife, 
 
 I bfg the trial of thine eyes. 
 
 Doth fecret mifchief lurk within ? - 
 
 Do 1 indulge fjme unknown fin ? 
 
 O turn my feet whene'er I itray, 
 
 And lead me in thy perfect way. 
 
 Psalm 139. Part 1. [C. M.] 
 
 ill my vafl concerns with thee, 
 vain my foul would try 
 To faun thy pretence, Lord, or flee 
 The notice of tlr'ne eye. 
 
 2 Thine all furrounding fight furveys 
 
 My rifing and my reft, 
 My public walks, my private ways, 
 And fecrets of my bread- 
 
 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 
 
 Before they're form'd within ; 
 And, ere my lips pronounce the word, 
 He knows the fenfe I mean. 
 
 4 O wond'tous knowledge, d ep and hi^h 
 
 Where can a creature hide ! 
 
 Fi" 
 
PSALMCXXXIX. 311 
 
 Within thy circling arms I lie, 
 Befet on ev ry fide. 
 
 5 So Itt thy grace furround me ftill, 
 
 And like a bulwark prove, 
 
 To guard my foul from evry ill, 
 
 Secur'd by fov 'reign love. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 Lord, where finall guilty fouls retire, 
 
 Forgotten and unknown ? 
 In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, 
 In heav'n thy glorious throne. 
 
 7 Should I fupprefs my vital breath, 
 
 To 'fcape the wrath divine, 
 Thy voice would break the bars of death, 
 And make the grave refign. 
 
 8 If, wing'd with beams of morning light, 
 
 I fly beyond the weft, 
 Thy hand, which muft lupport my flight, 
 Would ioon betray my reft. 
 
 9 If o'er my (ins I think to draw 
 
 The curtains of the night. 
 Thofe flaming eyes that guard thy law 
 Would turn the (hades to light. 
 
 10 The biams of noon, the midnight hour, 
 
 Are both alike to thee t 
 O may I ne'er provoke that pow'r 
 From which I cannot flee ! 
 
 Psalm 139. Part 2 [CM] 
 
 HEN I with pleafing wonders ftand, 
 And all my frame furvey. 
 
 ■w 
 
3 i2 PSALM CXXX IX. 
 
 Lord, 'lis thy work ; I own thy hand 
 Thus built my humb'e clay. 
 
 2 Thy I and my heart and reins pcfTeft, 
 
 Where unborn nature grew ; 
 Thy wifdom all my features trac'd, 
 And all my member's drew 
 
 3 Thine eye with niceft care fjrvey'd 
 
 The growth of ev'ry part ; 
 Till the w!o'e fcheme thy thoughts had lai 
 Was copy d by thy art. 
 
 4 Heav'n, earth, and Tea, and fire, and wind 
 
 Shew me 'by wor.dYous He, J! ; 
 33ut I review myfelf, and find 
 Diviner wonders hill. 
 
 5 Thine awful glories round me (nine, 
 
 My flefh proclaims thy praife ; 
 Lord, to thy works of nature join 
 Thy roiiacles of grace ! 
 
 Psalm 139 Ver 14, 17, 18, Part 1 
 [C. M.j 
 An Evening P/aim. 
 ORD, when I count thy mercies o'e 
 They (ttike me with iurprife ; 
 ISot all the f*nds that fpread the ihore 
 
 To equal numbers rile. 
 My flefh with fear and wonder (lands, 
 
 The product of thy fl< I ; 
 $.nd hourly b'eflings 'rom thy lands 
 Thy thoughts of iove reveal. 
 
PSALM CXL. CXLII. 313 
 
 3 Thefe or? my heart by night I keep ;• 
 How kind, how dear to rne ! 
 O may the hour that ends my deep, 
 Still find my thoughts with thee. 
 
 Psalm 140, Ver. 2—5. [L. M.J 
 
 A morning or evening PfaJm* 
 
 1 "|\ /jf Y God^ sceept my early vows, 
 JLVJL Like morning i-ncenfe in thine houfe | 
 And let thy nightly worfhip rife 
 
 Sweet as the evening ficriiice. - 
 
 2 Watch o'er my lips and guard them, Lord, 
 From ev'ry ram and heedhfs word } 
 
 Nor let my feet incline to tread 
 The guilty path where dinners led* 
 
 3 O may the righteous, when I flray, 
 Smite and- reprove my wand'ring way ! 
 Their gentle words., like ointment fhs'd, 
 Shall never bruife, but cheer my head. 
 
 4 When I behold them preft 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.] 
 
 I r ~j~ 1 O God I made my for rows known, 
 JL From God I fought relief ; 
 In long complaints before his throne 
 I pour'd out all my grief. 
 A a 
 
3 !4 PSALM CXLIII. 
 
 2 My foul was overwhelm'*! with woes, 
 
 My heart began to break ; 
 My God, who all my burdens knows, 
 He knows the way I take. 
 
 3 On ev'ry fide I c&fl mine eye, 
 
 And found my helpers gone ; 
 While friends and ftrangers pafs'd me by 
 Neglected or unknown. 
 
 4 Then did I raife a louder cry, 
 
 And call'd thy mercy near ; 
 * Thou art my portion when 1 die, 
 * Be thou my rtfuge here.* 
 
 5 Lord, I am brought exceed ng low, 
 
 Now Jet thine ear attend, 
 And m.ke my foes, who vex me, know 
 I've an almighty friend. 
 
 6 From my fad prifon fet me free, 
 
 Then thai! I praife thy name ; 
 And holy men mall jjin with me, 
 Thy kindnefs to proclaim ! 
 
 Psalm 143. £L. M.] 
 
 1 "]\/TY righteous judfe mygraciousGod! 
 JiS JL Hear when I fpread my hands abroad 
 .nnd cry for fucccur from thy throne ; 
 
 O nuke thy truth and mercy known ! 
 
 2 Let judgment no: againfl: me pafs ; 
 Behold thy iervant pleads thy grace: 
 Should juftice call us to the bar, 
 
 Jn t o man alive is guildtfs there. 
 
PSALM CXLIU, M 
 
 3 Look down in pity ? Lord, and fee 
 The mighty woes that burden me ; 
 Down to the dull my life is brought, 
 Like one long buryM and forgot* 
 
 4 1 duel! in da'rknefsand unfeen, 
 My heart is defolate within : 
 
 My thoughts in muling filence trace 
 The ancient wonders of thy grace. 
 3 Thence 1 derive a gUrnpfe of hops 
 To bear my finking fpirits up ; 
 I ftretch my hands io God aoain, 
 And thirft 1 ke parched lands for raitf. 
 
 6 Eot thee I third, I pray, I mourn ; 
 When wi'l thy foiling face return ? 
 Shall all my joys on earth remove* 
 And God foi ever hide his love ? 
 
 *j My God, thy long delay to fave 
 Will fmk thy pris'ner to the grave ;. 
 My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye | 
 M/ke hade to help before I die. 
 
 & The night is witnefs to my tears, 
 D ilreffing pains, diftrefling fears $ 
 O might 1 heat thy morning voice, 
 How would my weary *d pow'rs rejoice I 
 
 g In thee I truft, to thee I fyh, 
 And lift my heivy fou' on high ; 
 For thee fit waiting all the day, 
 And wear the tir;fcme heurs away. 
 
 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and (how 
 Which is the path nay feet fhoald go ; 
 
3i6 
 
 PSALM CXLIV. 
 
 If fnares and foes befet the road, 1 
 I fl^e to bids me near my God. 
 
 1 1 Teach me to do thy holy will, 
 And lead me to thy heav'niy hill ; 
 Let the good Spirit of thy love 
 Corducl me to thy courts above. 
 
 12 Tien (hall my foul no more complain 
 The tempter then (hull ra-ie in vain ; 
 -And fliih, that was my foe before, 
 Shah never vex my iprrit mere. 
 
 Psalm 144. Ver. 1, 2, Part 1. [CM. 
 
 1 "pOR ever blefled be the Lord, 
 _£j My fifvierand my hhicid ; 
 Hi fends his Spirit with his word, 
 
 To arm me lor the field. 
 
 2 When fin and hell their force unite, 
 
 He makes my foul his care ; 
 Infiru&s roe to the heav'oly fight, 
 And guards me through the war. 
 
 3 A friend and helper fo divine 
 
 Does my weak courage raife ; 
 Lie makes the glorious vicVry mine, 
 And his (hall be the praift. 
 
 Psalm 144. Ver. 3 — 6. Part 2, [C. M,.J 
 
 1 X CRD, what is man, poor feeble man, 
 J. J Bom of the earth at full ? 
 1j.\s life a fhadow, !i^h: and v;»in, 
 Still haU'nin£ to the dull. 
 
PSALM CXLIV. 3 t 7 
 
 2 wbat is feeble dying man, 
 
 Or any of his race, 
 That God mould make it his concern 
 To vifit him with grace ! 
 
 3 That Go4> who darts his lightnings down, 
 
 Who (hakes the worlds above, 
 And mountains tremble at his frown, 
 How wond'rous is his love I 
 
 Psalm 144 Ver. (2 — [5. Part 3. r L. M.] 
 i fj rt PPV the city, where their fons, 
 JLjL -Like pillars round a palace fct 9 
 And daughters, bright as poiim'd (tones, 
 Give (trength and beamy to the (hue. 
 
 2 Happy the country where the (heep, 
 Cattle, and corn, have large increafe 5 
 Where men fecurely work or fleep, 
 Nor fons of plunder break their peace, 
 
 3 Happy the nauon thus endow'd ; 
 But more divinely b'eft are thofe 
 On whom the ali-fufficient God 
 Himfelt with ail his grace beftows. 
 
 Psalm 144. [L. M.j 
 I TlyTY God, my Kng. thy various pralfe 
 X\ A Shall hll the remnant of my days 5 
 Thy grace employ my bumble 'ongue, 
 Till death and wlory rail, the fjng. 
 3 The wings of cVry hour mail b ar 
 Some tnankfwl tribute to tfefee e«r \ 
 A a 2 
 
5 iS PSALM CXLV, 
 
 And ev'ry fetring fun Hiali fee 
 New works o l du'y done for thee. 
 
 3 Thy truth and juflice I'll proclaim ; 
 Thv boun-y fl.ws, an enulets dream, 
 Thy mercy fwift, t ine anger flow* 
 But dreadful to the ftubborn foe. 
 
 4 Thy works wiih fovVeign glory fiiine, 
 And fpe;-:k thy jpaje&y divine ; 
 
 jLet ev'ry fealm w:tr j.;y proclaim 
 The found and honor of thy name. 
 
 5 Le' distant times and nations raife 
 T>' e long fucc<.ilion of thy pfra'ije ; 
 And unborn agesrrake my fong 
 T' e joy and hbor of their tongue. 
 
 6 But who can f; eak thy wond'rcus deeds I 
 Thy great n fs all our thoughts exceeds ; 
 Vaft and unfearchable thy ways ! 
 
 Vaft and immortal be thy praife ! 
 
 FrA.lm 145. Ver. 1^-7, 11 — 13. Parti, 
 [CM.] 
 
 1 T ONG as I !ive V\ biefs thy nan>s 
 
 Jl j My kinp, my God of love i 
 
 Iviy work and joy (hall be the fame 
 
 In the bright world above. 
 
 2 Great is the Lord, his puv'r unknown, 
 
 And let 1 is praife be great : 
 j Ml ling the honors of thy throne, 
 1 . y works « f grace Repeat. 
 
 3 Thy ^r?.ce fnall dwell upon my tongue J 
 
 And while my lips rejoice, 
 
FSALM CXLV. $J§ 
 
 The ir.?n that bear my facred fang 
 Shall pvn their cheerful voice. 
 « Fathers to fans (hull t^ach thy name, 
 Aaii children teat* thy ways ; 
 £ g. : « to cowrie thy truth proclaim* : - 
 And nations hund nf praife. 
 c Thy glciious deeds of afteieot date" ^ 
 ShaFJ thro' the world be known ; 
 Thine arm cfpow'r, thy he^f'tily ftai^- 
 With nub ic fplendor fhone. *> 
 
 6 The word is manag'd by thy hands r 
 Thy fain s ar^ rui'd by love ; 
 And thine eternal kingdom {lands, 
 Tho' rocks and hills remove. 
 
 Ps*lm 145. Ver. 7 ,fcc. Part* [C. M.J 
 
 i Q WEET is the mem'ry of thy gtace> 
 O My God, my heav'nly king I 
 Let age to a je thy r^hteoufnefs 
 In founds of glory fing. 
 2 God reigns on high, but not confines 
 His gOQctaefs to the ikes ; 
 Tbro' the whole, earth his bounty PriiaeSj 
 And ev'ry want (uppiies.. 
 5 With longing cyts thy creatures wait 
 On thee for dai'y food ; 
 Tby liberal hand provides their meat,, 
 and riUs their mouth w!th good, 
 A. How k nd are thy compaiTions, Lord I 
 XIq;w to ihiae.aDg.er ruovssi 
 
3*e PSALM CXLV. 
 
 But foon he fends his pard'ning word, 
 To cheer the fouls he loves. 
 5 Creatures, with ail their endlefs race, 
 T y pow'r and prajfe proclaim : 
 But fants, that tafte thy richer grace, 
 Delight to bltfs thy name. 
 
 Psalm 145. Ver. 14, 17, &c. Part 3. 
 
 L [C M j 
 
 T"[* ET ev'ty tonpue thy goodnef; fpeak, 
 JL a Thou fov'reign Lord of all: 
 Thy ftrenvth'ring hands uphold the weak* 
 And raife the poor that fall. 
 
 2 When forrows bow the fpirit down, 
 
 Or virtue lies diflreft 
 Beneath fome pr^ud opprefljr's frown, 
 Thoo giv 3 ft 'he mourners reft. 
 
 3 The Lord fupports our tort'riog days, 
 
 And guides our giddy youth : 
 Holy and jj(t are all his ways, 
 And all his words are truth. 
 
 4 He knows the pain his fe> vants feel, 
 
 He hears his children cry, 
 And their beft wifhes to fulfil, 
 His grace is ever nigh. 
 
 5 His mercy never (hall remove 
 
 From men of heart fincere ; 
 He faves the fouls whofe humble lore 
 Is join 3 d wi h holy fear 
 $ [Hia flubborn foes his fword mall fhy, 
 And pierce their hearts with pain s 
 
PSALM CXLVI. 321 
 
 But rone that fa«e the Lord (ball fay, 
 4 They fought ms aid in vain.'] 
 7 [My Mrs Oval] dwell upon h s praife, 
 r> nd fpread his fame shrewd : 
 
 Let all the fons of Adam raife 
 The honors of their God. 3 
 
 Psalm 145. [L. M.] 
 
 RAISE ye the Lord: my heart Ml 
 
 Kow, while the flefh is mine ab« 
 And when my foul afcends to Go .:.. 
 
 2 Praife 'hali employ my nohieft powers 
 V- '.iit immoitd'i y endures : 
 
 Jvjy days of r,ra : fe fhull ne'er be pall, 
 lie life and thought and being lad. 
 
 3 Why fhculd I m fe a man my truft ? 
 Princes mult die and turn to duft ; 
 Their breath departs, their gomp and pow'r, 
 And thoughts all vanifh in an hour. 
 
 4 Flippy the man wi.ofe hopes rely 
 On Hr'el s God : he made tKe iky, 
 And earth, and leas, with a!i their, train J 
 And none trull find his prornife vain.. 
 
 5 His truth for ever liands fecure : 
 
 ' He fa?es th' oppreit, he feeds ire poor, 
 He ien. J s the Jab'ring conscience, peace, 
 And grams the prisoner fweet releafe. 
 
 6 The Lord hath tyes to give the b:ind 5 
 The Lord fupports the Ticking mind j 
 
322 PSALM CXLVr. 
 
 s 
 He helps the ftranoers io difrrefs, 
 The widow and the fatherkfs. 
 7 He loves his faints, he knows them well* 
 But rums the -wicked down to heii ; 
 Thy God, O Z*.on ever reigns j 
 Praife hyn i;> everlalhng (trains. 
 
 Psalm 146, As the 113^ Pf<lm. 
 
 I T 'LL praife my maker with my btfath i 
 
 JL And when my voice ;s lott in death, 
 
 Pra fe (hall emp'oy my nobler pow'rs ', 
 My days of praife (hall ne'er be pa(i 
 While life, and thought, and bein^ lad, 
 
 Or immortality endures. 
 1 Why mould I make a man my truft \ 
 Princes mult die and tunc to dull : 
 
 Vain is the help of fl.fh and blood ; 
 Their breat'i depar s,t: eir pomp and pow'r r 
 And thoughts all vanilh in an hour ; 
 
 Nor can they make th?ir promlfe good. 
 
 3 Happy the r^an whcfe hopes rely 
 On lfr'el's God : he made the fky, 
 
 And ear n, and feas, with ail their train j>. 
 His truth for ever (lands fLcure : 
 He faves th' opprefl, he feeds the poor ; 
 
 And none (h.ll find his promiie vain. 
 
 4 The Lord hath eyes to j;i.vethe blind ; 
 The Lord (imports the {>r.king mind ; 
 
 He fends the lab"rir g confeience peace i 
 He he' us the (hanger in dittreis, 
 
PSALM CXLVIL 323 
 
 The widow and the fatherl^fs ; 
 
 And grants the pris'ner fweet releafe. 
 
 5 He loves his faints, he knows them well, 
 But turns the wicked down to hell : 
 
 Thy God, O Z ; on, ever reigns ;! 
 Let ev ? ry tongue, let ev'ry age, 
 In this exalted work engage ; 
 
 Praife him in everhfring (trains. 
 
 6 I'll praife him while he iends me breath g 
 And when my voice is loft in death, 
 
 Praife (hall en.p!oy my nofc!er pow'rss 
 My days of praife (hall ne'er be paft, 
 Wliile life, and thought, and being laft, 
 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
 Psalm 147. Part 1. [L M.] 
 
 J "F) RAISE ye the Lord; 'tis good to raife 
 JL Our hearts and voices in his praife j 
 His nature and his works invite 
 To make this duty our delight. 
 
 2 The Lord builds up Jerufalem, 
 And gathers nations to his name 5 
 His mercy melts the (iubborn foul, 
 And makes the broken fpirit whole. 
 
 3 HeformM the (lars, thofe heav'nly ihmes| 
 He counts their numbers, calls their names, 
 His vvifdom'^ vaft, and knows no bound, 
 
 • A deep where alt our tho'ts are drown\J 
 f. Great is our Lord, and great his might j 
 And alJ his glories inSaite jS 
 
324 PSALM CXLVII. 
 
 He crowns the meek, rewards the juft, 
 And treads the wicked to the duih 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 Sing to. the Lord, exalt him high, 
 Who fpreacs his ctetods all round the fky 
 There 1 e prepares the fruitful rain, 
 Nor le-s the drops defcend in vain.' 
 
 C He makes the grafs the hills adorn, 
 
 And c'o'hes tbe fibrfing fields wi f h corn : 
 The be:dts wkh food his hands fupply, 
 And the young ravens when they cry. 
 
 7 What is the creature's (kill or force ? 
 The fprightly rr.an, the warlike horfe, 
 The nimble wit, the active limb ? 
 All arc .oo mean delight's Tor him. 
 
 S But i^ints are lovely in his fi ,;ht ; 
 He views his children with delight : 
 Ke fees their hope, he knows their fear, 
 And looks and loves his image there. 
 
 Fsalm 147. Part 2. [L. M.] 
 
 Summer and winter. 
 
 1 T* ET Z-.on praife the mighty God, 
 JLi A rid make his honors known abroad ; 
 For fweet the joy our fon^s to raife, 
 And $ Jorirus is the work of praife. 
 
 2 Our c ! :!dren live fecure and blels'd, 
 
 " Our fncres have pence, cur cities reit; 
 He feeds our fons with fineit wheat, 
 And adds his bkfiings to their meat. 
 
PSALM CXLVIL $i$ 
 
 3 The changing feafons he ordains, 
 The early and the later rains : 
 
 His flakes offnow like wool he fends, 
 And thus the fpringing corn defends, 
 
 4 With hoarv froft he (trews the ground ; 
 His hail defcends with dreadful found : 
 His icy bands the rivers hold, 
 
 And terror arras his wintry cold. 
 
 5 He bids the warmer breezes blow ; 
 The ice difTolves, the waters flow : 
 But he hath nobler works and ways 
 To call his people to his praiie. 
 
 6 Through all our States his laws are mown ; 
 His gofpel through the nations known ; 
 He hath not thus reveal'd his word 
 
 To ev'ry land — -Praife ye the Lord. 
 
 Psalm 147. 7—9, 13 — 18. [C. M.] 
 
 1 X 7TT I TH fongs and honors founding loud 
 
 VV Addrefs the Lord on high ; 
 Over the heav'ns he fpreads his cloud, 
 And waters veil the fky. 
 
 2 He fends his lliow'rs of blefliogs down 
 
 To cheer the plains below : 
 He makes the grafs tne mountains crown, 
 And corn in vallies grow. 
 
 3 He gives the grazing ox his meat ; 
 
 He hears the ravens cry ; 
 But man who taftes his fineft wfceat, 
 Should raife his honors high". 
 Bb 
 
326 PSALM CXLVItl. 
 
 4 His (teady counTels change the face 
 
 Of the declining year ; 
 He bids the fun cut fhort his race, ' 
 And winny days appear. ' 
 
 5 His hoary fro(t> his fleecy fnow, 
 
 Delcend and clothe the ground ; 
 The liquid (beams forbear to flow, 
 In icy fetters bound, 
 
 6 When from his dreadful (lores on high 
 
 He pours his rattling hail, 
 The wretch that dares his God defy 
 Shall find his courage fail. 
 
 7 He fends his word and melts the fnow, 
 
 The fields no longer mourn : 
 
 He calls the warmer gales to blow, 
 
 And bi^s the fpring return. 
 
 8 Tfce changing wind, the flying cloud, 
 
 Obey his r. ighty word : 
 With fongs and honors founding loud, 
 Prasfr. ye the fov'reign Lord. 
 
 Psalm 148. Proper Metre. 
 
 JTfL tribts of Adam join 
 
 With heav'n, and earth, and fcas, 
 And offer notes divine 
 To your Creator's praife. 
 
 Ye holy throng 
 
 O: angtls bright, 
 
 In worlds ot light, 
 
 Begin the fong. 
 
 Y 
 
PSALM CXLVIII. 327 
 
 2 Thou fun with dazzling rays, 
 And moon that rules the night, 
 Shine to your Maker's praile, 
 With ftars of twinkling light. 
 
 His pow'r declare, 
 Ye floods on high, 
 And clouds that fly 
 In empty air. 
 
 3 The mining worlds above 
 In glorious order fraud, 
 Or in. fwift ccurfis move 
 By his fupreme command. 
 
 He {pake the word, 
 A nd all their frame 
 From nothing came 
 To praifl- the Lord. 
 
 4 He mo?'d their mighty wheels 
 In unknown ages paft, 
 
 And each his word fulfils 
 While time and nature lad. 
 
 In difP rent ways 
 
 His works proclaim 
 
 His wond'rous name, 
 
 And fpeak his praife. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 Let all the earth-born race, 
 And monflers of the deep, 
 The 6m that cleave the feas, 
 Or in their bofom fleep j 
 
328 PSALM CXLVI1L 
 
 From fea and /here 
 Their tribute pay, 
 And ftilldifplay 
 Their Maker's pow'r. 
 
 6 Ye vapours, hail, and fnowj 
 Praife ye th' almighty Lord, 
 And ftormy winds that blow, 
 To execute his v/ord. 
 
 When lightnings fhine, 
 Or thunders roar, 
 Let earth adore 
 His hand divine, 
 
 7 Ye mountains near the flues, 
 With lofty cedars there. 
 And trees of humbler fize, 
 That fruit in plenty bear ; 
 
 Beafts, wild and tame, 
 
 Brdu, flies, and worms, 
 
 In various forms, 
 
 Exalt his name. 
 $ Ye kings, and judges, fear 
 
 The Lord, the fov'reign King ; 
 And while you rule us here, 
 His heav'nly honors fing : 
 
 Nor let the dream 
 
 Of pow'r and (late 
 
 Make you forget 
 
 His povv T r fupreme. 
 9 Virgins, and youths, engage 
 To icund his rraife divine, 
 
 
PSALM CXI.VllI. r-9 
 
 While infancy and age 
 Their feebler voices join, 
 
 Wide as he reigns 
 
 His name be fung, 
 
 By er'ry tongue, 
 
 la endlefs (trains^ 
 to Let all the nations fear 
 The God that ruies above ; 
 He brings his people near, 
 And makes them tafte his love. 
 
 While earth and &y 
 
 Attempt his praife, 
 
 His faints (hail raife 
 
 His honors high. 
 
 Psalm r4g. Paraphrafed. [L M.] 
 I T OUD hallelujahs to the Lord, 
 
 1 i From diltant worlds where creatures 
 
 dwell ; 
 Let heav'n bsgin th; folemn word, 
 And found it dreadful down to hell. 
 
 Note. This pf aim may be fung to the tune of 
 the old i i2th or izjih pfalm, by adding 
 theft tivo lines to every Jlanza, namely, 
 
 Each of his works his name difplays, 
 But they can ne'er fulfil the praife. 
 
 Olhsrypi/e it mu'fl be fung to the nfual tunes of 
 
 the Loo? Metre, 
 
 B b 2 
 
33o PSALM CXLV 111. 
 
 2 The Lord ! Jiow abfolute he reigns ! 
 Let ev'ry angel bend the knee ; 
 Sing of his love in heav'nly (trains, 
 And freak how fierce bis terrors be. 
 
 3 High en a throne his glories dwell, 
 An awful throne cf fliining blifs ! 
 Fly thiou^h the worlds O fun, and tell 
 How dark thy beams compared to his, 
 
 4 Awake, ye tempers, and his fame 
 In founds of dreadful praile declare ; 
 And thefweet whifper of his name 
 Fill ev'ry gentler breeze of air. 
 
 5 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree, 
 To join their praife with blazing fire j 
 Let the firm earth, and rolling fea, 
 
 In this eternal fong confpire. 
 
 6 Ye flow'ry plains proclaim his Hull ; 
 Valiies lie low before his eye ; 
 And ltt his praife from ev'ry hill 
 Rife tuneful to the neighboring fky. 
 
 7 Ye flubborn oaks, and ftately pines, 
 Bend your high branches and adore : 
 Praife him, ye beafts, in difT'ren' (trains, 
 Th* lamb muft bleat, the lion roar. 
 
 8 Birds, ye mud make his praife your theme, 
 Nature demands a fong from you ; 
 While the dumb fifh that cut the dream, 
 Leap up, and mean his praifes too. 
 
 9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, 
 When nature all around you fings ? 
 
PSALM CXLVIIL 531. 
 
 O for a fhout from ojd and young, 
 From humble fwains and lofty kings ! 
 
 10 Wide as his vaft dominion lies, 
 Make the Creators name be known ; 
 Loud as his thunder fhout his praife, 
 And found it lofty as his throne. 
 
 11 Jehovah ! 'tis a glorious word I 
 O may it dwell on ev'ry tongue ! 
 
 But faints, who beft have known the Lord ? 
 Are bound to raife the nobleft fong. 
 
 1 2 Speak of the wonders of that love 
 Which Gabriel plays 00 ev'ry chord 1 
 From all below, and all above, 
 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord ! 
 
 Psalm 148. [S. M.jj 
 
 l " ET ev'ry creature join 
 
 I j To praife th' eternal God $ 
 Ye heav'nly fcofts the fong begin, 
 And found his name abroad. 
 3 Thou fun with golden beams, 
 And moon with paler rays, 
 Ye (tarry lights, ye twinkling flames* 
 Shine to your Maker's praife. 
 
 3 He built thofe worlds above, 
 
 And hVd their wond'rous frame ; 
 By his command they (land or move, 
 And ever fpeak his name. 
 
 4 Ye vapours, when ye rife, 
 
 Or fall in fhow'rs, or fnow, 
 
332 PSALM CXLVIII. 
 
 Ye thunders murm'ring round the fk : es, 
 His pow'r and glory (how. 
 
 5 Wind, hail, and flafhing fire, 
 
 Agree to praife the Lord, 
 When ye in dreadful florms confpire 
 To execute his word. 
 
 6 By all his works above 
 
 His honors be expreft ; 
 But faints that tafte his faving love, 
 Should fiog his praifes bed. 
 
 PA.USE I. 
 
 7 Let earth and ocean know 
 
 They owe their Maker praife ; 
 Praife him, ye wat'ry worlds below, 
 And mongers of the feas. 
 
 8 From mounta ; ns near the fky 
 
 Let his high praife refound, 
 From humble (Virubs ana cedars high, 
 And vales and fl-lds around. 
 
 9 Ye lions of tire wood, 
 
 And tamer beafts that graze, 
 Ye live upon his daily food, 
 And he expects your praife. 
 io Ye birds oflofy wing, 
 
 On high his praifes bear $ 
 Or fit on flow'ry boughs, and fi n .g 
 Ycur Maker's jjlcry there. 
 II Ye creeping ants and worms, 
 His various wifdom (how, 
 
PSALM CXLIX. 35 5 
 
 And flies in all your mining fwarms, 
 Pfaife him that drefs'd you fo. 
 
 12 By all the earth born race 
 ■ His honors beexpreft ; 
 
 But faints that know his heav'nly grace, 
 Should learn to praife him bed. 
 
 PAUSE 2. 
 
 13 Mocarchs of wide command, 
 
 Praife ye trV eternal King ; 
 Judges, adore that fov'reign hand, 
 Whence all your honors fpring. 
 
 14 Let vig'rous youth engage 
 
 To found his praiies high ; 
 While growing babes, and with'ring age, 
 Their feeble voices try. 
 
 15 United zeal be fhown 
 
 His wond'rous fame to raife ; 
 God is the Lord : his name alone 
 Deferves our endlefs praife. 
 
 16 Let nature join with art, 
 
 And all pronounce him bleff. : 
 But faints that dwell fo near his heart, 
 Shculd fing his praifes beft. 
 
 Psalm 149. [C. M.] 
 
 1 A LL ye that love the Lord rejoice, 
 „/~\. And let your fongs be new ;. 
 Amidft the church with cheerful voice 
 
 His later wonders (hew. 
 
 2 The Jews, the people of hi s grace, 
 
 Shall their Redeemer (ing : 
 
334 PSALM CL. 
 
 And Gentile nations join the praife, 
 While Zion owns her King. 
 
 3 The Lord takes pleafure in the juft, 
 
 Whom dinners treat with fcorn ; 
 The meek that lie defpisM in du(t, 
 Salvation mail adorn. 
 
 4 Saints (hall be joyful in their King, 
 
 Ev'n on a dying bed : 
 And like the fouls in glory fing, 
 For God mall raife the dead. 
 
 5 Then his high praife (hall fill their tongues, 
 
 Their hands (hall wield the fword : 
 And vengeance mail attend their fongs, 
 The ven.qear.ee ©f the Lord. 
 
 6 When Chrift the judgment feat afcends, 
 
 And bids the world appear, 
 Thron?s are prepar'd for all his friends, 
 Who humbly lov'd Kim here. 
 
 7 Then fhall they rule with iron rod 
 
 Nations that dar'd rebel ; 
 And join the fentence of their God 
 On tyrants doom'd to hell 
 
 8 The royal linners bound in chains 
 
 New trumphs (hall afford ; 
 
 Such honor for the faints remains ; 
 
 Praife ye and love the Lord. 
 
 Psalm 150. Ver. 1,2,6. [C. M] 
 
 1 TN God's own houfe pronounce his praife, 
 X His grges he there reveals ; 
 
THE CHRISTIAN DOXOLOGY. J35 
 
 Toheav'n your joy and wonder raife, 
 
 For there bis glory dwells. 
 Let all your facred paflions move, 
 
 While you rehearf: his deeds ; 
 But the great work of faving love 
 
 Your highefr praife exceeds. 
 All that have motion, life, and breath, 
 
 Proclaim your Maker bleft ; 
 Yet when my voice expires in death, 
 
 My foul mail praife him heft. 
 
 THE 
 
 CHRISTIAN DOXOLOGY. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 
 TO God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
 Be honor, praife, and glory giv'n 
 By ail on earth and all in beav'n. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 LET God the Father, and the Son, 
 And Spirit be adored, 
 Where there are works to make him known, 
 Or faints that love the Lord. 
 Common Metre. 
 Where the tune includes twojianzas. 
 r T^HE God of mercy be ador'd, 
 A Who calls our fouls from death ; 
 
3$6 THE CHRISTIAN DOXOLOGY. 
 
 Who faves by his redeeming Word, 
 
 And new-creating Breath. 
 To praife the Father and the Son, 
 
 And Spirit all divine, 
 The One in Three, and Three in One, 
 
 Let faints and angeis join. 
 
 Short Metre. 
 
 YE angels round the throne, 
 And faints that dwell below, 
 Worfhip the Father, praife the Son, 
 And blefs the Spirit too. 
 
 As the 113th Pfalrn. 
 
 NOW to the great and facred Three, 
 The Father, Son, and Spirit, be 
 Eternal praife and glory giv'n, 
 Thro* all the worlds where God is known, 
 By all the angels near the throne, 
 And all the faints in earth and heav'n. 
 
 As the 148th Pfalrn. 
 ripO God the Fathers throne, 
 
 1 Perpetual honors raife j 
 Glory to God the Son ; 
 To God the Spirit praife: 
 Whh all our pow'rs, 
 Eternal King, 
 Thy name we ling, 
 While laith adores. 
 
TABLE, 
 
 TO FIND ANY PSALM BY THE FIRST LINE. 
 
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 Almighty ruler of the Ikies Page \g 
 All ye that love the Lord rejoice° 333 
 Amidft thy wrath remember love .... 86 
 Among th s affeniblies of the great . . - 174 
 Among the princes, earthly gods . . . 182 
 
 And will the God of grace 175 
 
 Are all the foes of Zion fools 122 
 
 Arefinneis now fo fenfelefs grown . . . 29 
 A rife my gracious God . . . . .35 
 Awake, ye faints, to praife vour King, . 299 
 TD EHQLD the lofty & y . . . ^ 
 ±3 Before Jehovah's awful throne, . 213 
 Bet old the love, the genVous love ... 78 
 
 Behold the morning fun a. 
 
 Behold the fure foundation- (lone . . ." 256 
 Behold thy waiting fervant, Lord ... 268 
 Biefs, O ray foul, the living God ... 219 
 Bieft ss the man who (buns the place . . . a 
 Blelt are the Ions of peace .... 296 
 Bltlt are the fouls that hear and know i8<S 
 Bieft are the undeHl'd in heart .... 260 
 Bielt is the man, for ever bled ... 69 
 Bieft is the man whofe bowels move ... 9? 
 ileitis the nation where the Lord . . . ' *J 
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33§ A TABLE TO 
 
 COME fcund his craife abroad . . 204 
 Ccnfidcr all my forrows Lord . 272 
 Children in years and knowledge young . 74 
 Come, children, 1-arn to f:ar the Lord . 76 
 Come, let cur voices j in to raife . 205 
 
 DAVIDrejoic'd in God his ftrength 49 
 Deep in our hearts let us record J 50 
 EARLY, my God, without delay 13c 
 Exalt the Lord our God . . 212 
 17* AR as thy name is known * . 104 
 . Father, I blefs thy gentle hand . 276 
 Father, I fmg thy uond'rous grace . .149 
 Firm and unmov'd are they . . . 285 
 Firm was my health, my day was bright 64 
 Fools in their hearts believe and fay . . 29 
 For ever blefied be the Lord . . . 316 
 For ever fna'i my fong record . . .184 
 From age to age exalt his name . . 234 
 Frcm a'i that dwell below the fkies . . 254 
 Prom deep didiefs and troubled tho'ts 292 
 
 GIVE thanks to God molt high . . $01 
 Give to cur God immortal praife 304 
 Give thanks to God, invoke his name 229 
 Give thanks to God; he reigns above 233 
 Give thanks to God, the (ov'reign Lord, 300 
 Give to the Lord, ye Tons offami . . 63 
 God in his earthly temples lays . .183 
 Gcd is the refuge of his hints . - . 100 
 God, my fu; porter and my hope . . 158 
 God 0: eternal love 232 
 
FIND ANY PSALM. 33$ 
 
 God of my childhood and my youth . 154 
 God of my life, look gently down - » 89 
 God of mv mercy and my praife . . 239 
 Good is the Lord', ill; heav'nly King . 140 
 Great God attend*, while Zion lings . 177 
 Grea f God, how oft did Ifra-1 prove . tji 
 Great God, indulge njy humble claim . 133 
 Great God, the '^eav'r.s' well ordered frarrje 45 
 G*eat God, vhufe ur>i\feffal fway . . 155 
 Great is the Lord, exalted high . . . 298 
 Great is the Lord, bis works of might . 243 
 Great is the Lord our God . . . 103 
 Great fliephcrd of thine Ifrael . , . 172 
 APrYthe man whofe cautious feet 5 
 Happy is he that fears the Lord 246 
 Had not the Lord may, Ifr'el fay . .283 
 Happy the city wnere their Ions . . 317 
 Happy the man to whom his God . . 68 
 Hear roe, O God, nor hide thy face . . 216 
 Hear what the Lord in viGon laid . . . 187 
 Help, Lord, for men cf virtue fail . .26 
 He reigns, the Lord, the Savior reigns 208 
 He that hath made his refuge God . . 1*95 
 High in the heav'ns, eternal God ... 79 
 How awful is thy chaining rod . . J67 
 How did mv heart rejoice to hear ... 281 
 How faft their guilt and forrows rife . . 32 
 Hew long, O Loid mall I complain . . 27 
 How long wilt thou conceal thy face . . 28 
 How pkaiaiUj how divinely fair . . 176 
 
34° A TABLE TO 
 
 Hew pleafant 'tis to fee . ... 29$ 
 
 How pleas'd and bleft was I • • . 282 
 How fha!l the young fecure their hearts 262 
 
 IF God fucceed not, all the coft . .. 287 
 If God to build the houfe deny . . 288 
 
 1 lift my foul to God 58 
 
 T'll b'efs the Lord from day today ... 75 
 I'll praife my Maker with my breath . . 322 
 I'ilfpcak the honors of my King ... 98 
 J love the Lord : he heard my cries . 252 
 In all my vaft concerns with ttee ... 310 
 In anger, Lord, rebuke me not ... 14 
 In God's own houfe pronounce his praife 334. 
 In Judah God of old was known . . 164 
 Into thine hand, O God of truth . . 65 
 I fet the Lord before my face . . .34. 
 Is there ambition in my heart . • . 292 
 It is the Lord our Savior's hand . . 219 
 I waited patient for the Lord * . .90 
 Iwii! extol the Lord on high ... 64 
 
 JEHOVAH reigns : he dwells in light (99 
 Jefus, our Lord, afcend thy throne 242 
 Jefus mall reign where'er the fun . . 156 
 Joy to the worldj the Lord is cone . .211 
 Judge me, O Lord, and prove my ways 60 
 Judges who rule the world bylaws . . 128 
 Jufi are thy ways, and true thy word . . 39 
 
 LET ail the earth their voices raife 207 
 Let all the heathen writers jjtn . 266 
 Let children hear the mighty deeds . . 16S 
 
find Any psalm, 341 
 
 Let ev'ry creature join 331 
 
 Let ev'ry tongue thy gcodnefs fpeak . . 320 
 Let God ariie in al! his might . . . 143 
 Let tinners take their ccurfe . . . T24 
 Let Zion in her King rejoice . . . lot 
 Let Z ; on and her fons rejoice . . . 218 
 Let Zion pra-'fe the mighty God , . .324 
 Lo ! what a glorious corner ftone . . . 259 
 Lo, what an entertaining fight . . 295 
 Long as I live I'll blefs thy name . . 3 [8 
 Lord, haft thou cad the nation rfF . . 129 
 Lord, I a'-n thine, hut thou wilt prove - 36 
 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in tin - - 119 
 Lord, I can fuffrr thy rebukes - - - ij 
 Lord, 1 efteem thy judgments right - - 265 
 Lord, if thine eyes farvey our faults - * 193 
 Lord, if thou do(l not foon appear - - 25 
 Lord, I have made tly word my choice 266 
 Lord, in the morning thou rn.au hear • 12 
 Lord* I will blefs thee a!i my days - - 73 
 Lord, I would ipread my fore diilrefs - 1 2 i 
 Lord of the worlds above « . - . 179 
 Lord, thou halt call'd thy grace to mind 1 R I 
 Lord, thou haft heard thy iervantcry - 256 
 Lord, thou had fearch'd and F;en me thro' 306 
 Lord, thou haft ken my foul fince re - . 38 
 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray - - 1.2 
 Lord, 'tis a pfeafant thing to (land - . 199 
 Lord, v/e have heard thy works of old - 95 
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342 A TABLE TO 
 
 Lord, what a feeble piece - - - - 194. 
 Lord, what a thought ! efs wretch was I 159 
 Lord, what is man, poor feeble man - - 316 
 Lord, what was man when made at firtt 20 
 Lord, when I ccunt thy mercies o'er - - 313 
 Lord, when thou di Jli afcend on high - 145 
 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord - - - 329 
 
 MKER and fov'reign Lord - - 5 
 Mercy and judgment are my fong 214 
 Mine eyes and my defire - - - - j<J 
 My God, accept my ear'y vows - - 313 
 My God, confder my difhefs ... 270 
 My God, how many are my fears - - 9 
 My God, in whom are all the fprings - 127 
 My God, my everlasting hope - - - 152 
 My God, my K>ng, thy various praife 317 
 My God, permit my tongue - - - 134 
 My God, the (teps of pious men - . • 85 
 My God, what inward grief I feel - • 309 
 My heart rejoices in thy name - - - 66 
 My never-ceafmg fongs (hall (how - - 185 
 My refuge is the God of love - - - 24 
 My righteous judge, my gracious God - 314 
 My Savior and my King • • - - 97 
 My Savior, my almignty friend • - 153 
 My fnephcrd is the living lord - - - 53 
 My mepherd will fupply my need - - 54 
 My foul, bow lovely is the place - - 17 ii 
 My foul lies cleaving to the dud - - 274 
 My foul repeat his praife - - • • 223 
 
FIND ANY PSALM. 343 
 
 My foul, thy great Creator praife - - 225 
 My fp rit looks to God alone - - - 130 
 My fpirit finks within me, lord - - - 94 
 My trufl: is in my heav'nly friend - - 15 
 
 NO fleep nor (lumber to his eyes - 294. 
 Not to ourfelves, who are but duft 249 
 Not to our name , thou only juft and true 251 
 Now be my heart infpir'd to fing - - 99 
 Now from the roaring lion's rage - - 51 
 Now I'm convinced the lord is kind - 157 
 Now let our lips, with holy fear - - 148 
 Now let our mournful fongs record - - 52 
 Now may the God of pow ? r and grace - 47 
 Now plead my caufe, Almighty God - 77 
 Now mall my folemn vows be paid - 142 
 
 OAll ye nations, praife the lord - 254 
 O bleffcd fouls are they - - - 67 
 
 O blefs ihe lord, my foul 222 
 
 OfjufHce and of grace I fing - - 215 
 O for a fhout of facred joy - - 102 
 O God, my refuge, hear my cries - 123 
 O God of grace and righteoufnefs - 11 
 O God of mercy, hear my call * - 122 
 O God, to whom revenge belongs - 202 
 O rappy man, whofe foul is fill'd - - 288 
 O happy nation, where the lord - - 72 
 O how 1 love thy holy law - - 264 
 O lord, how many are my foes - . 10 
 O lord, our heav'nly King ... 17 
 O Lord, our God, how wond'rous great id 
 
344 A TABLE TO 
 
 O that the Lord would guide my ways . 269 
 O that thy statutes ev'ry hour . ♦ . 273 
 O thou that hear'ft when Tinners cry . 120 
 O thou whofe grace and juftice reign . 283 
 O thou whofc juftice reigns on high . 125 
 Our God. our help in ages part . . 191 
 Out of the deeps cf long dilbefs . . 290 
 O what a (tiff rebellious houfe . . .169 
 
 PR A I S E ye th e Lord , 'tis good to raife 323 
 Praii'e waits in Z^on, Lord, for thee 138 
 Prnifeyethe Lord, exalt his name . 297 
 Praif- ye the Lord; my heart (hall join 321 
 Preferve nie, Lord, in time of need . 32 
 
 I^| 21 JO ICE, ye righteous in the Lord 70 
 \. Remember, Lord, our mortal (rate 189 
 Return. O God of love, return . . 194 
 
 Si LV ATIONisfor ever nigh > 182 
 Save me, O Lord, from ev'ry foe . 34 
 Save me, O God, the fvveUing floods . 146 
 
 See wha? a living Hone 258 
 
 Shcwpiy Lord, O Lord forgive , . I 18 
 Shine-, pfiighty God, on Zion mine . 142 
 Sing a!! ye nations to the Lord .... 141 
 Sm to f-.e Lord aloud . • . . . 174. 
 Sin to the Lord, Je : ovaVs name . . . 203 
 Sing to the L- rd, ye diltant lands . . 206 
 Son t s of immortal pra»f- b long . . 242 
 Soon as 1 heard my Father fay ... 62 
 Sure th^res-a righteous God . . i6d 
 
 Sweet is the memVy of thy grace . . 319 
 
£IN33 ANY PSALM. 345 
 
 Sweet is the work my God, my King . 198 
 
 TEACH me the meafure of my days 88 
 The Almiihty reigns, exalted high 209 
 That man isbleft who (lands in awe . 244 
 The eart* for ever is the Lord's . . §6 
 The God, Jehovah, reigns . . . . 212 
 The God ofylory fends his fummons forth 1 14 
 The God of our falvaticn hears . . 136 
 The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord . 44 
 Thee will I love. O Lord, my ftrength . 37 
 The King of faints, how fair his face . 99 
 The King, O Lord, with fongs of praife . 48 
 The Lord appears my hefper now . . 255 
 The Lord, how wond'rous are his ways 221 
 The Lord Jehovah reigns . . . . 20T 
 The Lord is come, the heav'ns proclaim 208 
 The Lord my fhepherd is . . . • $$ 
 The Lord of glory is my light ... 61 
 The Lord ofglory reigns he reigns on high 20© 
 The Lord, the Judge, befcrt his throne . T08 
 The Lord,- the judge, his churches warns 1 1 o 
 The Lord, tre fov'reign King . . 224 
 The Lord, the fov'reign, tends his funi- 
 
 mons forth ill 
 
 The man is ever bled ..... 4 
 The praife of Zion waits for thee . . 135 
 The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought 92 
 Thipk, mighty God, on feeble man . 189 
 This is the day the Lord hath made . 257 
 This fpacious earth is all the Lord's . 57 
 
34^ A TABLE TO 
 
 Thou art my portion, O my God . . 26c 
 
 Thou God of love, thou ever b'ell . 277 
 Through ev'ry age, sternal God . . .190 
 
 Thrice happy man, who fears the Lord 245 
 
 Thus I refolv'd befat the Lord . . 87 
 
 Thus fai'h the Lord, the fpacious fields 109 
 
 Thus faith the Lord, your work is vain 90 
 
 Thus the eternal Father fpake . . 240 
 
 Thus the great Lord of earth and fea . 24 1 
 
 Try mercies fill the earth, O Lord . 267 
 
 Thy name, Almighty lord . . . 255 
 
 Thy works of glory, mighty Lord - - 237 
 
 Mjsby thyitrength the mountains fland 139 
 
 To Gcd I cry'd with mournful voice - 165 
 
 To heav'n 1 lirt my waiting eyes - • 279 
 
 To God the great, the ever hleft - - 232 
 
 To God I made my fonows known - 313 
 
 To our Almighty Maker, God - - 210 
 
 To th-e, before the dawning light - - 261 
 
 To thine almighty arm we owe - - - 41 
 
 'Twas for thy fa >e, eternal God - • 151 
 
 'Twas frcm thy hand, my God, I came 308 
 
 'Twas in the watches of the night - 132 
 
 UNSHAKEN as the facred hill - 284 
 
 Up from my youth, may Ifr'el fay 289 
 
 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes - - 278 
 
 Upward 1 lift mine eyes - - - - 280 
 
 Vain man, on fool. (hpleafure bent • 235 
 
 WE iove the?, lord, and we adore 40 
 
 What (hall I render to my God 255 
 
FIND ANY PSALM. 347 
 
 We blefs the Lord, the juft, the good . 145 
 When Chrift to judgment (hall defcend - 109 
 When God is nigh my faith is ftrong - 33 
 When God, provok'd with daring crimes 238 
 "When God reftor'd our captive fiate - 286 
 When God reveal'd his gracious name -286 
 When Ifr'el freed from Pharaoh's hand 249 
 When Ifr'el Cos, the lord reproves . • 170 
 When I with pteafiog wonder ftand - 311 
 When man grows bold in (in - - - 81 
 When overwhelm'd with grief • - 130 
 When pain and angui/h feize me, lord - 275 
 When the great Judge, fupreme and juft 21 
 Where fhall the man be found - - - 59 
 Where mail we go to feek and find - - 293 
 While 1 keep filence and conceal - - 69 
 While men grow bold in wicked ways - 80 
 Who fhall alceod thy heav'nly place - 31 
 Who mail inhabit in thy hill - - - . 30 
 Who will arife and plead my right - - 203 
 Why did the Jews proclaim their rage - 8 
 Why did the nations join to flay - . 7 
 Why do the proud infult the poor - - 107 
 Why do the wealthy wicked boaft - 84 
 Why doth the lord fland ofFib far - - 23 
 Why doth *t>e man of riches grow . . 105 
 Why has my God my foul forfook - 49 
 Why fhould I vex my foul and fret - 82 
 Will God for ever caft us off • - - 161 
 With ail my pow'rs of heart and tongue 305 
 
348 A TABLE, 8CC. 
 
 With earned longings of the mind . 93 
 With my whole heart I'll raife my fong - 21 
 With my whole heart I've fought thy face 271 
 
 With rev'rence let the faints appear - i3j 
 
 With fongs and honors founding loud - 325 
 
 Would you behold the works of God - 236 
 
 YE holy fouls, in God rejoice - 72 
 
 Ye ifknds of the nor hern iea - gio 
 
 Ye nations round the earth rejoice - 213 
 
 Ye fervants cfth' almighty King - - 24.8 
 
 Ye Tons of men, a feeble race - • 196 
 
 Ye fons fcf pride, that hate the juft - 106 
 
 Y'e that delight to ferve the Lord - 247 
 
 Yc that obey th'immortal King - - 297 
 
 Ye tribes of Adam join • - - 326 
 
 Yet (faith the lord) if David's race • 18$ 
 
 doxolcgies. 
 
 Let God the Facher- and the Son - 335 
 
 Now to the ; ->reat and facred Three - 336 
 
 The God o: mercy be adord • 33 J 
 
 To God the Father, God the Son - 335 
 
 To God the Father's Throne - 336 
 
 Ye ^n^eis round the Throne • 336 
 
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