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 Imitation of David's PJalms, as 
 revifedby Mr. Barlow, to be fun g 
 in the churches- andfamilies under 
 their care. 
 
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To the READER. 
 
 JT is acknowledged by the bejl judges of the facnd text, 
 that the Book of Pfalms, in its original drefs, u a Elec- 
 tion of the moji elevated and fublimc Compoftiom that are f 
 bl found in any language; and it has been often lamented, 
 thatfo much of the piety, dignity, and poetic excellence of the 
 criginal has been lojl in all the attempts that have been yet made, 
 to give us a literal tranfation of it in Englifh verfe. Many 
 Chriflians have alfo wijhed to fee the fubjiance of this excellent 
 Colleclion cloathed in language more adapted to the brighter 
 difcoveries of the Gofpel, and the fate of the Chrfu:n wor- 
 fip ; that they may befung -with under/landing and devotion, 
 and thereby contribute to the elevation and improvement of the - 
 Chrifian temper. This has been happily executed by the 
 Uarned and phus Dr. Watts, and the Pfalms which he 
 emitted have been fupplied by Mr. Barlow, nearly in the 
 fame fpirit and file, and all heal references, which were 
 found in Doclor Watts 's Imitation, have been carefully altered 
 fo as to render the Con,poftion better adapted to the circum- 
 Jlances of Chrifians in every country. 
 
N D E X, 
 
 TABLE to find a Pfalm fuited to particular Subjects 
 or Occasions. 
 
 !F you find not the word you feek in this Table, feek 
 another of the fame fignification ; or, feek it under 
 fome of the more general words, fuch as God, CErift, 
 Church, Saints, Pfalm, Prayer, Praife, AjUiaiojz, Gracs t 
 Deliverance, Death, &c. 
 
 ADAM the firft and fecond, their dominion 8. af- 
 flicled, pity to them 41, 35. fupported 55, 145, 
 146. their prayer 102, 143. faints happy 73, 119. 14th 
 part, 94. 
 
 ns, hope in them 42, 13, 77. fupport and profit 
 119, 14th part. inftrucTion by them 94, 119, igth 
 part, farcified 94, 119, 18th part, courage in them 
 119, 1 7 th part, removed by prayer 34, 107. fubthif- 
 fion to them 123, 131, 39. In mind'and body 143. 
 trying cur graces 66, 119, 1 7ihpart. without rejection 
 89. of. faints and finners different 94. gentle 103. mo- 
 derated 125. very great 102, 143, 77. 
 
 Aged faint's reflection and hope 71. 
 
 All -feeing God 139. 
 
 Angels, guardian 34, 91. all fubjeclfe to Chrift C9, 97, 
 praife the Lord 103. prefent in churches 138. 
 
 Appeal to God againft peffecofcrs 7. concerning our fin- 
 cerity 139. humility 131. 
 
 Afccnfion of Chrift 24, 68, 47, no. 
 
 Afiiftance from God 144, 138. 
 
 Atheifm practical 14, 36, 12. punifhed 10. 
 
 Attributes of God 36, III, 145, 147. 
 
 Authority from God 75, 82. 
 A % 
 
vi INDEX. 
 
 B 
 
 BACKSLIDING foul in diftrefsand dcfertion 25. re- 
 ftored 51. pardoned 78, 130. 
 g of God on the bufinefs and comforts of life, 
 127. 
 Bleffings of a family 128, 133. of a nation 144, 147. 
 
 e country 6c, 147. of a perfon I, 32, 112. 
 Blood of Chriit cleanfmg from fin ci, 69. 
 Bool- of nature and feripture 19, 119, 4th part. 
 Brotherly love 132. reproof 141. 
 Bufinefs of life bk-fs'd 127. 
 
 CI ARE of God over his faints 34. 
 4 Charity to the poor 37, 41, 112. and juftice 15, 
 112. mixed with imprecations 35. 
 Children pfaifing God 8. made bleffings 127, 128. in- 
 
 ed 34, 78. 
 Chrifl- the fecond Adam 8. hisall-fufficiency 16. hisaf- 
 cenfiqn 24,68, iro. the church's foundation 118. his 
 c<— i, g the figns of it it. his condrfcenfion and glo- 
 rification . covenant made with him 89. firft and fe- 
 cond coming- 96, 97, 98. the true David, 89, 35. his 
 death and refurection 22, t6, 69. the eternal Creator 
 102. exalted to the kingdom 2, 21, 8, 72, no. our 
 example, too. faith in his blood ci. God and man 
 8y. his God-head I 02. our hope .; , 5 ' . his incarnation 
 and facrifice 40. the king, ?ml the church his fpoufe, 
 4;. his kingdom among the Gentiles 72, 87, 132. his 
 love to enemies 10, 9, 35. his majefty 97, 99. his me- 
 diatorial kingdom 89, no. his obedience and death 
 69. his perfonal glories and government 45- praifcd 
 by children 8. prieft and king no. his refurreftion on 
 theLord's day 118. our ftrcngth and righteoufnefs 71. 
 his fufferirigs and kingdom 2, 22, 69. his fufferinga 
 for our falvation 69. his zeal and reproaches, ibid. 
 Chriftian's qualifications 15, 24. church made of Jews 
 
 and Gentiles 87. 
 Church, its beauty 44, 48, 122. the birth-place of faints 
 87. built on fefus Chrift 118. delight and fafety in 
 St 1 j. deftru6tion of enemies proceeds from thence 76. 
 gathered and fettled 132. of the Gentiles 45, 47- 
 God fights for her 46, 10, 20. God's prefence there 
 
INDEX. vii 
 
 IJ2, 84. God's fpecial delight 87, 132. God's -garden 
 92. going to it 122. the houfe and care of God 135. 
 of the Jews and Gentiles 87. its increafe 67. prayer 
 in diftrefs 80. reftored by prayer 85, 102, 107. is the 
 fafety and honor of a nation 48. the fpoufe of Chrift 
 .45. its worfhip and order 48. 
 
 Colonies planted 107. 
 
 Comfort, holinefs and pardon 4, 32, 119, nthand I2th 
 parts, and fupport in God 94, 16. from ancient pro- 
 vidence 77, 143. of. life bleft 127. and pardon 130. 
 
 Company of faints, 16, 109. 
 
 Complaint of abfence from public worfhip 42. of fkk- 
 nefs 6. defertion 13. pride, -atheifm, oppreffion, tffc 
 10, 12. of temptation 13. general 102. of quarrei- 
 fome neighhours 120. of heavy afflictions in mind 
 and body 143. 
 
 Compafiion of God 103, 145, 147. 
 
 Communion with faints 106, 133. 
 
 Confeffion of cur poverty 16. of fm, repentance and 
 pardon 32,51, 38, 130, 143. 
 
 Confcience, tender 119, 13th part, its guilt relieved 18, 
 32,51, 130. 
 
 Contention complained of 120. 
 
 Converfe with God, 119, 2d part, 63. 
 
 Converfion and joy 126. at the afcenfion of Chrift no. 
 of Jews and Gentiles 87, 106, 96. 
 
 Corruption of manners-general n, 12. 
 
 Counfel and fupport from Gcd 16, 119. 
 
 Courage in death 16,17, 71., in perfecution 1 19, 1 7th part. 
 
 Covenant made with Chrift 89. of grace unchangeable 
 89, 106. 
 
 Creation and providence 135, 136, 32, 104, 147, 148. 
 
 Creatures, no truft in them 63, 3^ 146. vain, and 
 God all-fufficient 33. praifing God 148. 
 
 D 
 
 DAILY devotion ^<; y 139. 
 Day of humiliation for difappohitments in war 60. 
 Death and refurrection of Chrift 16, 6?. of faints and 
 tinners 17, 37, 49. and fufferings of Chrift 22, 69. 
 deliverance from it 31. and pride 49. and the refur- 
 rection 49, 71, 89. courage in it 16, 17, 23. the effe<& 
 of fin 90. 
 
v iii INDEX. 
 
 • in God 3, 121. and falvation in God 18, 61, 
 
 rami 9 /•- . 
 ,r and fafety in the church 48, 27, 84. in the law 
 of God x 19, 5th, 8th and 18th parts, in God 63, 42, 
 
 Delivi m and perfected 85. from defpair 18. 
 
 from deep h 40. from death 31, 118. from 
 
 oppreffion and ialithood 56. from perfection 53>94- 
 by prayer 34, 40, 1/, 126. from fhipwreck 107. from 
 ar 31. furprifing 126. 
 Deiertion and diitrefs of foul 25, 13, 38, 143. 
 Defire of knowledge 119, 9th part, of holinefs 1 19, 
 nth part, of comfort and deliverance 119, I2th 
 part, of quickening grace 1 19, 1 6th part. 
 Defolations the church's fafety in I lem 46. 
 Defpair and hope in d i.th 17, 4',' -"'- fro,n 1L 
 
 18, 130. 
 Devotion daily 55, 134, 14*- on a flck bcd 39» 6 - 
 Diredion and pardon 25. am for J- and 
 
 hope 42. 
 Diftrei'sof foul 25. relieved 51, I 
 Dominion of man over creatures 8. 
 Doubts and fears fuppreffed l^ 1 * r ^3- 
 Drunkard a'nd glutton 107. 
 Duty to God and man 15, 24- 
 Dwelling with God, ice heaven, church, LV. 
 
 E 
 
 EDUCATION, religious 34, 78. 
 pt's plagues T05. 
 End of righteous and wicked 1, 3 7 
 Enemies overcome 18. prayed for :-,<, 105. deftroyed 
 
 12, 76,48. 
 Envy and unbelief cured 37, 49- 
 Equity and wifdom of providence 9. 
 Evening Pfalm 4, 139, I4*« 
 Evidences of grace 26. of iinccrity 18, 19, 139- 
 Evil times ia. neighbours I ao. magifl 1 ■, 82. 
 
 Exaltation of Chrift to the kingdom 2, II, 22, 69, 72, 
 
 no. 
 Examination 26, 139. 
 Exhortations to peace and holinefs 34. 
 
INDEX. \x 
 
 F 
 
 FAITH and prayer of perfecuted faints 25- in tn e 
 blood of Chrift 51, 32. in divine grace and power 
 
 62, 130. 
 Faithfulnefs of God 89, 105, ill, I45» *46. of man 
 
 15, 141. 
 Falfehood, blafphemy, &c. 12. and oppreffion 12, 56. 
 Family government 101. love and worfhip 133. bleffings 
 
 128. 
 Fears and doubts fuppreffed 3, 34, 3 1 - in tne worfhip of 
 
 God, 89, 99. of God 119, 13th part. 
 Flattery and deceit complained of 13, 36. 
 Formal worfhip 50. 
 Frailty of man 89, 90, 144. 
 Fretfulnefs difcouraged 37. 
 Friendfhip, its bleffings 133. 
 Funeral pfalm 89, 90. 
 
 G 
 
 GENTILES given to Chrift 2, 22, 72. Church 45, 
 6s, 72, 87. owning the true God 96, 98, 47. 
 
 Glorification of ' Chrift 8, 45- 
 
 Glory of God in our falvation 60. and grace promifed 
 84,97,89. 
 
 Glutton 78. drunkard 107. 
 
 God all in all 127. all-fufficient 16, 33. his being, attri- 
 butes and providence 36, 65, 147. his care of faints 7, 
 34. his creation and providence 2>3, 104, &c. our de- 
 fence and falvation 3, 61,-33, 115. eternal and fove- 
 reign and holy 93. eternal, and man mortal 90, 102. 
 Faithfulnefs 1 05, 111,89. glorified, and finner fa ved, 
 69. goodnefs and mercy 145, 103. goodnefs and truth 
 145, 146. governing power and goodnefs 66. great 
 and good 144, 68, 145, 147. the judge 9, 50, 97. kind 
 to his people 145, 146. hiamajefry 97. and condefcen- 
 fion 113, 114. mercy and truth 36, 103, 136, 89, 145. 
 made man 8. of nature and grace 65. his perfections 
 III, 36, 145, 147. our portion, and Chrift our hope 4. 
 cur portion here and hereafter 73. his power and ma- 
 68, 89, 93, 96. praifed by children 8. our pre- 
 ferver 121, 138. prefent in his churches -84, 46. our 
 fhepherd 23. his fovereignty and goodnefs to man 8, 
 113, 144. our fupport and comfort 94. fupreme go- 
 vernor 82, 93, 75. his vengeance and compaflion 68. 
 
t INDEX. 
 
 97. unchangeable 89, III. his univerfal domi 
 •mi in hisworks III, 129. worthy 
 all'praife 145, 146, 150. 
 
 14, Hi. profit men, not God 1 6. 
 . 1 X, 1:3,111,145 146. 
 !, its glory and fuccefi 19, 45, U°- j°y ful r ° uml 
 08. worihip anu order 48. 
 rpraent of Chrift 45. from God 75. 
 ( .race, its evidences, or fclf examination 26, 139. above 
 rK : thout merit 16, 32. of Chrift 45, 72- 
 
 an'd providence 5, 136, 147- proving and 
 
 reftoring 138. truth and protection 57. tried by af- 
 fliction i -. ' 6, 1 i.e. and glory 84, 97- pardoning 130. 
 Guilt of confeience relieved 38, 3 2 >5 J > I 3°« 
 
 H 
 
 HARVEST 65, 126, 147- . 
 
 Health, ficknefs, aud recovery 6, 30, 31. prayed 
 for 6,38, 
 Heart known to God 139. 
 Hearing of prayer, and falvation 4, IO » °°» i° 2 - 
 
 /erioffeparate fouls 1 -. the faints dwelling-place 24. 
 Hdlinefs pardon and comfort 4- ,, Ilthpart. 
 
 Hope in darknefs 13, 7 7, M3- of refurreSion 16, 71. 
 and defpair in death 1 7, 49- and prayer 27. for victory 
 10. and direction 4a. 
 Hofanna of the children 8. for the Lord's day 118. 
 Humiliation day 10, 60. 
 Humility and iubmifnon I3I, 139. 
 Hypocrites and hypocrify 12, 50. 
 
 IDOLATRY reproved 115, 135. 
 Jehovah 68,83. reigns 93, 96, 97« 
 
 Jews, fee Iirael. , 
 
 Imprecations and charity 3.^. 
 
 (• 1 96, 97, 98- and l'acrifice of Chrift 40. 
 
 infants 139. fee children. 
 
 Inftru6tion from God 25. from fcripture 119, 4th 
 
 arts, in piety 34. 
 Inlhu.-t-.ve afflictions 94. 
 Intemperance punifhed 78. and pardoned 107. 
 Toy of converfion 126. 
 
INDEX. xi 
 
 Ifrael faved from the Affyrians 76. faved from Egypt, 
 and brought to Canaan 135, 136 77, 10,-, 107. re- 
 bellion and puniihment 78. punched and pardoned 
 106, 107. travels in the wildernefs 107, 114. 
 
 Judgment and mercy 9, 68. day 1, 50, 96, 97, 98, 149. 
 feat of God 9. 
 
 Juftice of providence 9. and truth towards men 15. 
 
 Juftification free 32, 130. 
 
 K 
 
 K 
 NOWLEDGE defired 19, 119, 9th part. 
 
 LAW of God, delight in it 119. 
 Liberality rewarded 41, 112. 
 Life andriche3theirvanity49.1hort andfeeble 89,90, 144. 
 Longing after God 63, 42. 
 Lord's-day pfalm 29, 1 18. morning 5, 19, 63. 
 Love to our neighbours 15. of Chrift to finners 35. of 
 God better' than life 63. of God unchangeable 106, 
 89. to en^nves 109, 35. brotherly J33. 
 Luxury punifhed 78. and pardoned' 107. 
 
 M 
 
 MAGISTRATES warned 58, 82. qualifications 101. 
 raifed and depofed 75. 
 
 Majefty of God 68. fee God. 
 
 Man, his vanity as mortal 39, 89, 90, 1 44. dominion 
 over creatures 8. mortal and Chrift eternal 102. won- 
 derful formation 139. 
 
 Marriage myftical 45. 
 
 Matter of a family 101. 
 
 Melancholy reproved 42. and hope 77. removed 126. 
 
 Mercies common and fpecial 68, 103. fpiritual and tem- 
 poral 103. innumerable 139. everlafting 136. record- 
 ed 107. and truth of God 36, 103, 89, 136, 145, 146. 
 
 Merit difclaimed 16. 
 
 Midnight thoughts 63, 139, 119, 5th and 6th parts. 
 
 Mimfters ordained 132. 
 
 Miracles in the wildernefs 114. 
 
 Morning pfalm 3, 141. of a fabbath 5, 19, 63. 
 
 Mortality of man 39, 49, 90. an d hope 89. and God's 
 "tycjo, 10%, 
 
xft 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 N 
 
 NATIONS fafcty is the church 48. profpenty 67, 
 144. blefs'd andpuniihed 107. 
 National deliverance 67, 75, 7«, 124, 126. defolation* 
 
 the church's fafety and triumph in them 46. 
 Nature of man 139. 
 
 O 
 
 OBEDIENCE fincere 32, 18, 139- & etter than ■*" 
 crifice 50. 
 Old age, death 90. and refurrection 17, 89. 
 
 P 
 
 PARDON, holinefs and comfort 4- of backfliding 78. 
 and diredion 25. and repentance prayed for 38. and 
 
 confeflion 32. of original and adual iin 51. 
 Patience under afflictions 39. under perfecutions 37, 44- 
 
 in darknefs 77, 130, 131. 
 Peace and holinefs encouraged 34. with men defired 120. 
 Perfections of God III, 145, J 47> 3 6 - 
 Perfecuted faints 35, 44, 74, 80, 83. 
 Perfection, deliverance from it 7, 53, 94- courage in 
 
 it 1 19, 17th part. 
 Perfecutors puni&ed 7, 1*9. M9- * cir foll 7 I4 " ^ 
 
 plained of 35, 44, 74, 80, 83. deliverance from them 
 
 Pentveranc'e 138. in trials 119, 17th part. 
 
 Peftilence, preservation in it 91. 
 
 Piety, inftru&ions therein 34. 
 
 Pity totheafflicled 4 i. See chanty, God. 
 
 Pleading without repining 39. I2 3- the promifes 119, 
 loth part. 
 
 Poor, charity to them 15, 37, 41, II2 - 
 
 Portion of faints and finners II, 17, 37- 
 
 Poverty confelTed 16. 
 
 Practical athehm 14, 3°« . , „„„• 
 
 Praife to God from children 8. for creation and provi- 
 dence 33, 104. to our Creator 100. from all creatures 
 148. for eminent deliverances 34, 1x8. general b6, 1 45, 
 I0 lor the gofpel 98. for health reftored $o, H6. 
 f r iiearin, pray- 66, 102. to Jefus CKrift 45- from 
 allnaUons g ii7andpra y er, T ublic65.forprotea^ 
 
 grace, and truth 57- ^ r«mvkncc and grace 3*. 
 
INDEX. xm 
 
 for rain 65, 147. from the faints 149, ir for tern 
 poral bleffings 68, 147. y ' 5 r tem " 
 
 Prayer heard 4, 34, 65 66. in time of war 20. and hope 
 of vwftoryao. praife, public 65. and hope 27. in the 
 church s diftrefs 80. heard, and Zion reftored io 2 
 and praife for deliverance 34. 
 
 Preferring grace, 38. 
 
 PrrfervationinpubUc dangers 46, 91, n a . daily I2r . 
 toh 49 m ' ^ °PP reffion P-^d io/r*. and 
 
 Priefthood of Chrift 51, no. 
 
 Princes vain 6i, 146. 
 
 ^f °f"l?e 'o""' 7 and rCp£n£anCe ' &C - "* 3d part. 
 
 Promifes and threatnings 81. pleaded 119, Iot h part 
 
 Profpenty dangerous y.y, 73. y P n * 
 
 Profperous finners curled 37, 49 73 
 
 Protection, truth, and grace 57. 'by day and ni^ht l 2 r 
 
 Prudence Its wifdom and equity/and «£ £ 
 135, 136. and grace 36, 147. and perfections of God 
 36. its myftery unfolded 73. recorded 77 , 7 8, io 7 in 
 
 PfT' f^',^ ^ 35 ' ^ 8 ?> *°4, 107, 147. 
 
 men 65. for a funeral 89, 90. for the Lord's day Qa 
 before prayer 95. before fermon ibid, for mantes 
 101 for householders 101. for mariners io 7 for 
 gluttons and drunkards 107. 7 ' r 
 
 Public praife for private mercies 116, 118. for deliver 
 ance^ 4 . worihip attended on 1M ! prayer^fo 
 
 Punifhmentof finners 1, 11,37: 
 
 QUALIFICATIONS ox\ Chriftian ij, 24 . 
 Quickening grace 119, 1 6th part. 
 
 T> AIN from heaven r 3 <, 65, i 47 . 
 p > . Rec °very from ficknefs 6, 30, 116. 
 Relative duties 15, 133 ' 
 
 Religion and juftice 15.' i„ words and deeds 
 Religious education 34, 78. j7< 
 
 Remembrance of former deliverances 77, 143. 
 
i N D E X. 
 
 Repentance, confeffion, and pardon 3*. and faith in the 
 
 blood of Chrift 51. 
 Reproach removed 31, 37. 
 Resignation 39, 123, 131. 
 Refolutions, holy I 19, t5th part. 
 
 Reftoring grace 138, 23. .,':.•,, 
 
 Refurrection and death. of Chrift 2, 16. of the famta 16, 
 
 17, 49, 71. and death 49, 71, 89. 
 Reverence in worfhip' 89, 99. 
 
 Riches, their vanity 49- compared with grace U4- 
 Rightcoufnefs from Chrift 71. 
 
 S 
 
 S 
 ACRIF1CE 40,51,69. incarnation of Chrifc 40. 
 I Safety in public dangers 91. in God 61. and de- 
 light in the church 27. 
 Saints happy, and fmuers curfed I, XI, 119. »« If?- 
 the beft company 16. characterized 15, 24. dwdl m 
 heaven 15, 24. punifhed and laved 78, 106. Gods 
 care of them 34. reward at laft 50,90,92. patience 
 and workVs hatred 37. chaftifed, and finners 
 cd 94. die, but Chrift lives 102. punnhed ami par- 
 doned 106, 107. afflictions moderated 125. judging 
 the world T 49- ., . . 
 
 Salvation of faints 10. and triumph 18. and defence m 
 God 62. by Chrift 69, 85. 
 
 Sandlified afflictions 119, Uft pal t <m. 
 
 Satan fubdued 3, 6, 13. 
 
 Scripture compared with natui 
 ftruaionfromit 119,4th part. d. 
 
 1 and 1 8th parts, i 
 part, variety and ex. 
 
 Seafons of the year 65, ' 
 
 Seaman's fong 107. 
 
 Secret devotion 1 1 
 
 Seeking God 63, 27. 
 
 Self-'. 
 
 Sepan : , 
 
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INDEX. 
 
 Sincerity 19, 26, 32, 139. proved and rewarded 18. 
 
 p-'leilCu. 1 \j. ;d part. 
 
 f.ns of the eongue *■.. n , 50. 
 Slander, dt ; - offl ft 3 ' 1> l2a 
 
 Souls in a : tc ^ > 4 ^ ^ 
 
 Spirit giv s aj cenfion 68. his teaching defired 
 
 119, 9th J 
 
 Spiritual s ercome 3, 18, 144. bleffrgs and 
 
 pumfhmcT-i 
 Spring of the yj ar 6 5 . an d f umH aer 65, 104. and winter 
 
 147, 
 Stren^}, .epentance and pardon, prayed for 38. of 
 . >> ce 138. 
 c'jbmiffion 123, 131. to Chrift 2. to ficknefs 39. 
 Sufferings and death of Chrift 22. and kingdom of 
 
 Chrift 2, 22, 69, no. 
 Support and counfel from God 16. for the afflicted and 
 tempted 55. and comfort in God 94, 119, 14th part. 
 
 T 
 
 TEMPTATIONS overcome 3, 18. in ficknefs 6. 
 Thanks, public, for private mercies 1 1 6, Ii3. 
 Threatnings and promifes 8 : . 
 Thunder and ftorm 29, 135, 136, 148. 
 Times, evil,, n, 12. 
 Tongue governed 34, ^g. 
 Truft in the creatures vain 62, 146. 
 
 V 
 
 VANITY of man as mortal 39, 89, 144. of life and 
 riches 40. 
 Vengeance and companion 68. againft the enemies of 
 
 the church 76, 149. 
 Vineyard of God wafted 80. 
 Unbelief and envy cured 37. punifhed 95. 
 Unchangeable God 89, in. 
 
 Vows paid in the church 116. of holinefs 119, i efch 
 part. ^ 
 
 W 
 
 W7" AR ' P ra y er in time of {t 20 ' ^appointments 
 
 VV therein 60. victory 18. fpiritual 18, I44. 
 Warnings of God to his people 81. 
 Watchfulnefs 19, 141. over the tongue 39. 
 
xvi INDEX. 
 
 Weather 65, 107, 135, 147, 148. 
 
 Wickcdnefs of man 14, 36, 5 r. 
 
 Winter and fummer 147. 
 
 "\\ ifd< m tad equity of providence 9. of God in hi* 
 works 
 
 Works of creation and providence T04, 147, 48. and 
 grace 19, 33, Hi, 135, 136. ?ood works profit men, 
 not God 16. 
 
 World's hatred and faints patience 37. 
 
 Worfhip and order of the gofpel 48. delight in it 84. 
 with reverence 8y, 99. daily 55, 134, V4 1 . in a fa- 
 mily 133. public 63, 84, 12a, 132. ablu.e from it 
 
 63. 
 Wrath and mercy from the jndgmen»t-feat 9. 
 
 Z 
 
 ZEAL and prudence 39. 
 Zion, its citizens 15. 
 
THE. 
 
 PSALMS of DAVID 
 
 Imitated in the language of the 
 
 NEW TEST A~M E N T. 
 
 P S A L M I. Common Metre. 
 The tvay and end of the righteous and the ivicked. 
 
 BLESS'D is the man who fhuns the place 
 Where linners love to meet ; 
 Who fears to tread their wicked ways, 
 And hates the fcoifer's feat ; 
 » But in the ftatutes of the Lord 
 
 Has plac'd his chief delight ; 
 By day he reads or hears the word, 
 And meditates hy night. 
 £3 He, like a plant of generous kind 
 By living waters fet, 
 Safe from the ftorms and blafting wind, 
 Enjoys a peaceful ftate.] 
 
 4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair. 
 
 Shall his profeffion mine ; - 
 While fruits of holinefs appear 
 Like clufters on the vine. 
 
 5 Not fo th' impious and unjuft ; 
 
 What vain defigns they form ! 
 Their hopes are blown away like duft, 
 Or chaff, before the ftorm. 
 
 6 Sinners in judgment mall not ft and 
 
 Among the fons of grace, 
 When Chrift, the judge, at his right hand 
 Appoints his faints a place. 
 
 7 His eye beholds the path they tread, 
 
 His heart approves it well ; 
 But crooked ways of fmners lead 
 Down to the gates of hell. 
 B s 
 
t8 PSALM S. 
 
 PSALM I. Short Metre. 
 The faint happy, the fmner miferabU. 
 
 1 HT'HE man is ever blefs'd 
 
 J. Who fhuna the Tinner's ways, 
 
 Among their councils never ftands, 
 
 Nor takes the fcorner's place, 
 
 2 But makes the law of God 
 
 His ftudy and delight, 
 Amidft the labors of the day, 
 And watches of the night. 
 
 3 He like a tree fliall thrive, 
 
 With waters near the roc* : 
 Frcjli as the leaf his name fhall live, 
 His works are heavenly fruit. 
 
 4 Not fo th' ungodly race, 
 
 no fuch blcffings find : 
 Their hopes fhall flee like empty chaff 
 Before the driving wind. 
 
 5 How will they hear to ftand 
 
 Before that judgment-feat, 
 Where all the faints at Chrift's right hand 
 In full affembly meet ? 
 
 6 He knows, and lie approves, 
 
 way the righteous go ; 
 But finners, and their works, fliall meet 
 A dreadful overthrow. 
 
 PSALM I. Long Metre. 
 
 The diffi rence bciivecn the righteous and the wicked. 
 
 I TTAPPY the man, whofe cautious feet 
 JlJL Shun the broad way that finners go, 
 Who hates the place where Atheifts meet, 
 And fears to talk as fcoffers do. 
 
 % He loves t 1 employ his morning-light 
 
 Amongft the ftatutes of the Lord ; 
 And f] \' akeful hours of night 
 
 With pleafure pond'ring o'er the word. 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 3 He, like a plant by gentle ftreams, 
 
 Shall flourifh, in immortal green ; 
 And Heav'n will fhine with kindeft beams 
 On ev'ry work his hands begin. 
 
 4 But finners find their counfels crofs'd ; 
 
 As chaff before the tempeft flies, 
 So fhall their hopes be blown and loft, 
 
 When the laft trumpet fhakes the Ikies. 
 
 5 In vain the rebel feeks to ftand 
 
 In judgment with the pious race ; 
 
 The dreadful judge with ftern command, 
 
 Divides him to a diiFrent place. 
 
 6 " Strait is the way my faints have trode, 
 
 " I blefs'd the path, and drew it plain, 
 " But you would chufe the crooked road ; 
 " And down it leads to endlefs pain." 
 
 PSALM II. Short Metre. 
 Tranflated according to the divine pattern. 
 
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 Chriji dying, rifmg, interceding, and reigning. 
 
 1 1\/T AKER an( * *° ver< % n Lord 
 1VX Of heav'n, and earth, and feas, 
 Thy providence confirms thy word, 
 And anfwers thy decrees. 
 
 3 The tbings fo long foretold 
 
 By David are fulfill'd, 
 When Jews and Gentiles join to flay 
 Jefus, thine holy child.] 
 
 I Why did the Gentiles rage, 
 
 And Jews with one accord, 
 Bend all their counfels to deftroy 
 The Anointed of the Lord ? 
 
 4 Rulers and kings agree 
 
 To form a vain defign ; 
 Againft the Lord their pow'rs unite, 
 Againft his Chrift 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. 
 
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 6 Now he's afcended high, 
 
 To rule the fubject earth ; 
 The merit of his blood he pleads, 
 And pleads his heav'nly birth. 
 
 7 Beneath his fov'reign fway 
 
 The Gentile nations bend ; 
 
 Far as the world's remoteft bounds 
 
 His kingdom fliall extend. 
 
 8 The nations that rebel 
 
 Muil feel his iron rod ; 
 He'll vindicate thofe honors well 
 "Which he receiv'd from God. 
 
 [9 Be wife, ye rulers, now, 
 
 And vorfhip at his throne ; 
 With trembling joy, ye people, bow 
 To God's exalted Son. 
 
 1 o If once his wrath arife, 
 
 Ye perifh on the place : 
 
 Then blelfed is the foul that flies 
 
 For refuge to his grace.] 
 
 PSALM II. Common Metre. 
 
 1 \T7~HY did the nations join to flay 
 
 VV The Lord's anointed Son ? 
 Why did they caft his laws away, 
 And tread his gofpel down ? 
 
 2 The Lord, that fits above the ft 
 
 Derides their rage below, 
 He fpeaks with vengeance in his eyes, 
 And ftrikes their fpirits through. 
 
 3 " I call him my eternal Son, 
 
 " And raife him from the dead ; 
 " I make my holy hill his throne. 
 And wide his kingdom fp; 
 
 4 " Aflc me, my Son, and then enjoy 
 
 " The (Uitmoft heathen lands : 
 " Thy rod of iron fliall deftroy 
 
 " The rebel that withftands." 
 
PSALMS. ai 
 
 5 Be wife, ye rulers of the earth, 
 
 Obey f;h' anointed Lord ; 
 • Adore the King of heavenly birth, 
 And tremble at his word. 
 
 6 With humble lore addrefs his throne ; 
 
 For if he frown ye die : 
 
 Thofe are fecure, and thofe alone, 
 
 Who on his grace rely. 
 
 PSALM II. Long Metre. 
 drift's death, refurreSiion, and afcenfion. 
 
 1 TTTHY did the Jews proclaim their rage ? 
 
 VV The Romans why their fwords employ 
 Againft the Lord ? their powers engage 
 His dear Anointed to deftroy ? 
 
 2 " Come, let us break his bands, they fay : 
 
 ' " This man fhall never give us laws :" 
 And thus they call his yoke away, 
 
 And nail d the monarch to the crofs. 
 
 3 But God, who high in glory reigns, 
 
 Laughs at their pride, their rage controuls ; 
 He'll fmite their heart with inward pains, 
 And fpeak in thunder to their fouls. 
 
 4 " I will maintain the king I made 
 
 " On Zion's everlafting hill, , 
 " My hand fhall bring him from the dead, 
 
 " And he fhall fland your Sovereign ftill." 
 
 [5 His wond'rous rifmg from the earth 
 
 Makes his eternal Godhead known ; 
 T,he Lord declares his heay'nly birth : 
 « " This day have I begot my Son. 
 
 6 " Afcend, my Son, to my right hand, 
 
 > " There thou fhalt alk and I bellow 
 " 'f he utmofl bounds of heathen lands ; 
 
 " To thee their fuppliant tribes fhall bow."] 
 
 7 But» nations that refill his grace 
 
 Shall fail beneath his lifted rod ; 
 His arm, mail crufh th' impious race 
 
 That dare provoke th' avenging God f 
 
2% PSALMS. 
 
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 8 Now ye that fit on earthly thrones, 
 
 Be wife, and ferve the Lord,' the Lamb ; 
 Now to his feet fubmit your crowns, 
 Rejoice and tremble at his name. 
 
 9 With humble love addrefs the Son, 
 
 Left he grow angry, and ye die : 
 
 His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, 
 
 His love gives life above the fky. 
 
 1 His ftorms fhall quell the ftubborn foe, 
 
 And fink his honors in the dull : 
 Happy the fouls their God that know, 
 And make his grace their only truft. 
 
 PSALM III. Common Metre. 
 
 Doubts and fears fupfrefed : or, God our defence from Jin 
 
 and Satan. 
 
 1 1\/r Y Goc *> how many are my fears ! 
 LVX How fail my foes increafe ! 
 Confpiring my eternal death, 
 
 They break my prefent peace. 
 
 2 The lying tempter would perfuadc 
 
 1 "here's no relief in Hcw'n, 
 And all my growing fins appear 
 Too great to be forgiv'n. 
 
 3 tttit thou, my glory, and my ftrength, 
 
 Shalt on the tempter tread, 
 Shalt filence all my threatening guilt, 
 
 And raife my drooping head. 
 [4 I cry'd, and from his holy hill 
 
 He Low'd a lift'ning tar ; 
 I call'd, my Father, and my God, 
 
 And he fubdu'd my fear. 
 
 5 He fhed foft fi umbers on mine eyes, 
 
 In fpitc of all my foes ; 
 I woke, and wonder'd at the grace 
 That guarded my repofe.] 
 
 6 What though the hofts of Death and Hell, 
 
 All arm'd, againft me ftood ; 
 Terrors no more fhall make my foul ; 
 My refuge ig my God. 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 7 Arife, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, 
 
 While I thy glory fing : 
 My God has broke the ferpent's teech, 
 And death has loft his fting. 
 
 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, 
 
 His arm alone can fave : 
 Eleffmgs attend thy people here, 
 And reach beyond the grave. 
 
 PSALM III. ver. i, % 3, 4, 5, 8. Long Metre. 
 A morning ff aim. 
 
 1 i^\ ^^RD, now man 7 are my foes 
 KJ In this weak ftate of flefh and blood ? 
 My peace they daily difcompofe, 
 
 But my defence and hope is God. 
 
 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, 
 
 To thee I rais'd an evening cry ; 
 Thou heard'ft when I began to pray, 
 And thine almighty help was nigh. 
 
 3 Supported by thine heav'nly aid, 
 
 I laid me down, and flept fecure ; 
 Not death mould make my heart afraid, 
 
 Though I mould wake and rife no more, 
 
 4 3u: God fuftairi'd me all the night ; 
 
 Solvation doth to God belong ; 
 He rais d nay head to fee tlzz lio-Jit, 
 
 And makes his praife my mornir-g long. 
 
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 3 Know that the Lord divides his faints 
 
 From all the tribes of men befide : 
 He hears and pities tneir complaints, 
 
 lor the dear fake of Chrift that died. 
 
 4 When our obedient hands have done 
 
 A thoufand works of righteoufnefs, 
 We put our truft in God alone, 
 
 And glory in his pard'ning grace. 
 
 5 Let the unthinking many fay, 
 
 " Who will beftow fome earthly good ? 
 But, Lord, thy light and love we pray ; 
 Our fouls defire this heavenly food. 
 
 6 Then fhall my chearful pow'rs rejoice 
 
 At grace divine, and love fo great, . 
 
 Nor will 1 change my happy choice 
 
 For all their wealth and boafted Hate. 
 
 PSALM IV. ver. 3, 4, 5, 8. Common Metre, 
 An evening pfulm. 
 1 T ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray ; 
 I a 1 am for ever thine ; 
 I fear before thee all the day, 
 Nor would I dare to fin. 
 
 a And while I reft my weary head, 
 From cares and bus'nefs free, 
 'Tis fweet converlmg 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 fleep ; 
 Thy hand in fafety keeps my days, 
 And will my {lumbers keep. 
 
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 PSALM V. Common Metre, 
 For the LorcTs day morning. 
 ORJD, in the morning- thou malt hear 
 i My voice afcending high j 
 To thee will I direcl: my pray'r, 
 To thee lift up mine eye. 
 % Up to the hills where Chrift is gone 
 To plead for ail his faints, 
 Prefenting at his Father's throne 
 Our fongs and our complaints, 
 
 3 Thou art a God, before whofe fight 
 
 The wicked fhall not ffend ; 
 
 Sinners fhall ne'er be thy delight, 
 
 Nor dwell at thy right han<i 
 
 4 But to thy houfe will I refort, 
 
 _ To tafte 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 every path of duty ftraight, 
 
 And plain before my face. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 My watchful enemies combine 
 
 To tempt my feet aftray ; 
 They flatter with a bafe defign, 
 To make my foul their prey. 
 
 7 Lord, crufh the ferpent in the duft, 
 
 And all his plots deftroy ; 
 While thofe that in thy mercy truft, 
 For ever fhout for joy. 
 I The men that love and fear thy name, 
 Shall fee their hopes fulfill 'd : 
 The mighty God will compafs them 
 With favor as a fhield. 
 
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 PSALM VI. Common Metre. 
 Complaint in jukncfs ; or, Vifeafei beahd. 
 [N anger, Lord, do not chaftife, 
 
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 ^ Withdraw the dreadful ftorm, 
 Nor let thine awful wrath arife 
 Againft a feeble worm, 
 a My foul how'd down with heavy cares, 
 My flefh with pain opprefs'd, 
 My couch is witnefs to my tears, 
 My tears foibid my reft. 
 
 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days : 
 
 I wafte the night with cries, 
 
 And count the minutes as they pafs, 
 
 'Till the How morning rife. 
 
 4 Shall I he ftill tormented more ? 
 
 My eyes confum'd with grief ? 
 How long, my God, how long, before 
 Thine hand affords relief t 
 
 5 He hears his mourning children fpeak, 
 
 He pities all our groans, 
 He faves us for his mercy* s lake, 
 And heals our broken bones. 
 
 6 The virtue of his fov'reign word 
 
 Reftofes our fainting breath ; 
 For filent graves praife not the Lord, 
 Nor is he known in death. 
 
 P S A L M VI. Long Metre. 
 
 Temptation:; injickneft overcome. 
 
 I T ORD, I can funvr thy rebukes, 
 
 I a When thou with kindnefs doft chaftift 
 But thy fierce vrath I cannot bear, 
 
 O let it not againft me rife ! 
 
 a Pity my languishing eftate, 
 
 And eafe the Sorrows that I feel ; 
 
 The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, 
 
 O let thy gentler touches heal J 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 -3 See how in fighs I pafs my days, 
 
 And wafte in groans the weary night : 
 My bed is water'd with my tears ; 
 
 My grief confumes and dims my fight. 
 
 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn ! 
 
 How long, almighty God. how long ? 
 When fhall thine hour of grace return ? 
 
 When fhall I make thy grace my fong ? 
 
 5 I feel my fiefh fo near the grave, 
 
 My thoughts are tempted to defpair ; 
 But graves can never praife the Lord, 
 For all is dull and filence there. 
 
 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my foul, 
 
 And all defpairing thoughts depart ; 
 My God, who hears my humble moan, 
 
 Will eafe my fiefh, and chear my heart. 
 
 PSALM VII. Common Metre. 
 God's care of his people ', and punijhment of perfecutors.. 
 
 1 1VT Y truft is m my heav ' n *y Wend, 
 J-VJL My hope in thee my God : 
 Rife, and my helplefs life defend 
 
 From thofe that feek my blood. 
 % With infolence and fury they 
 My foul in pieces tear, 
 As hungry lions rend the prey 
 When no deliv'rer's near. 
 
 3 If e'er my pride provok'd them firft,. 
 
 Or once abus'd my foe, 
 Then let them tread my life to duffc, 
 And lay my honor low. 
 
 4 If there be malice found in me, 
 
 I know thy piercing eyes ; 
 I fhould not dare, appeal to thee, 
 Nor afk my God to rife. 
 
 5 Arife, my God, lift up thy hand, , 
 
 Their pride and power controul j 
 Awake to judgment and command 
 Deliv'rance for my foul. 
 
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 [6 Let fmners, and the « rage 
 
 Be humbled to the dr.il ; 
 Shall not the God of truth engage 
 To vindicate the juft ? 
 
 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, 
 
 He will defend th 1 upright : 
 His fliarpeft arrows he ordains 
 Againft the fons of fpight. 
 
 8 Though leagu'd in guile, their malice fpread 
 
 A fnare before my way, 
 Their mifchiefs on their impious head 
 His vengeance fhall repay.] 
 
 9 That cruel perfecuting race 
 
 Muft feel his dreadful fword : 
 Awake, my foul, and praife the grace 
 And juftice of the Lord. 
 PSALM VIII. Short Metrr. 
 God's Sovereignty and goodnefs, and mans dominion over the 
 creatures. 
 
 I ^v LORD, our heav'nly king, 
 yj Thy name is all divine ; 
 Thy glories round the earth are fpread, 
 And o'er the heav'ns they fhine. 
 
 * When to thy works on high 
 
 I raife my wond'ring eyes, 
 
 And ice the moon, complete in light, 
 
 Adorn the darkfome fkies : 
 
 3 When I furvey the ftars, 
 
 And all their fhining forms, 
 Lord, what is man, that worthlefs thing, 
 A-kin to duft and worms ? 
 
 4 Lord, what is worthlefs man, 
 
 That thou fhouid'ft love him fo ? 
 Next to thine angels is he plac'd, 
 And lord of all below. 
 
 Thine honors crown his 1 i 
 
 While beafts, like flaws , obey. 
 And birds that cut the air with wingi, 
 
 And fifh that cleave the lea. 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 6 How rich thy bounties are ! 
 
 And wond'rous are thy ways : 
 Of duft and worms thy power can frame 
 A monument of praife. 
 
 [7 From mouths of feeble bab?s 
 
 And fucklings thou canft draw 
 Surprifing honors to tny name, 
 
 And ftrike the world with awe. 
 
 8 O Lord, our heav'nly king, 
 Thy name is all divine : 
 Thy glories round the earth is fpread. 
 And o'er the heav'ns they mine.] 
 
 PSALM VIII. Common Metre. 
 ChriJFs condefct'jiuii and g.oripcatlon ; or, God made 
 
 1 f~\ LORD, our Lord, how wond'rous great 
 K_J Is thine exalted name ? 
 
 The glories of thy heav'nly ftate 
 Let men and babes proclaim. 
 
 2 When I behold thy works on high, 
 
 The moon that rules the night, 
 
 And mining ftars that grace the iky, 
 
 Thofe moving worlds of light. 
 
 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, 
 
 Who dwells fo far below, 
 That then fhouldft vifit him with grace, 
 And love his nature fo ? 
 
 4 That thine eternal Son mould bear 
 
 To take a mortal form, 
 
 Made lower than his angels are, 
 
 To fave a dying worm. 
 
 [5 Yet while he iiv'd on earth unknown, 
 And men would not adore, 
 Behold obedient nature own 
 
 His godhead and his pow'r. 
 
 6 The waves lay fpread beneath his feet, 
 And fifh, at his command, 
 Bring their large fhoals to Peter's net, 
 Bring tribute to his hand. 
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 7 Thefe. lefTer glories of the Son 
 
 Shone through the flefny cloud ; 
 Now we behold him on his throne, 
 And men confei's him God.] 
 
 8 Let him with majefty be crown'd, 
 
 Who bow'd his head to death; 
 And his eternal honors found, 
 
 From all things that have breath. 
 
 9 Jefus, our L^rd, how wond'rous great 
 
 Is thine exalted name ! 
 The glories of thy heav'nly ftate 
 Let the whole earth proclaim. 
 
 PSALM VIII. ver. I, *, paraphrafed. 
 Firft part. Long Metre. 
 The hojanna of the children ; or, Infants prafmg God. 
 I A LMIGHTY ruler of the Ikies, 
 
 jf\ Through the wide earth thy name is fpread, 
 And thine eternal glories rife 
 
 O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made. 
 
 % To thee the voices of the young 
 
 Their founding notes of honor raifc ; 
 And babes with uninftru&ed tongue, 
 Declare the wonders of thy praife. 
 
 3 Thy power aflifts their tender age 
 
 To bring proud rebels to the ground, 
 To ftill the bold blafphemer's rage, 
 And all their policies confound. 
 
 4 Children amidft thy temple throng 
 
 To fee their great Redeemer's face , 
 The Son of David is their long, 
 
 And loud hofannas fill the place. 
 
 5 The frowning fcribes and angry priefts 
 
 In vain their impious cavils bring ; 
 Revenge fits hlent in their breafts, 
 
 While Jewifh babes proclaim their king. 
 
PSALMS. S l 
 
 PSALM VIII. ver. 3. fcfV. paraphrafed. 
 
 Second part. Long Metre. 
 Adam and Cbrrjl, lords of the old and neiv creation. 
 
 1 T 0RI) ' what was man wnen macie at firft, 
 JLj Adam, the offspring- of the duft, 
 That thou fhould'ft fet him and his race 
 But juft below an angel's place ? 
 a That thou fhould'ft raife his nature fo, 
 And make him lord of all below, 
 Make every beaft and bird fubmit, 
 And lay the fiflies at his feet ? 
 
 3 But O ! what brighter glories wait 
 
 To crown the f'econd Adam's ftate \ 
 What honors fhall thy Son adorn, 
 Who condefcended to be born I 
 
 4 See him below his angels made ; 
 
 Behold him number'd with the dead, 
 To fave a ruin'd world from fin : 
 
 But he fhall reign with pow'r divine. 
 
 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all 
 
 The miferies that attend the fall, 
 New-made and glorious, fhall fubmit 
 At our exalted Saviour's feet. 
 
 P S A L M IX. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 Wrath and mercy from ihe judgement-feat. 
 
 1 "\A/" IT]9: my whole - eart I ' 1 -' 1 - raife m y fon g> 
 
 V V Thy wonders I'll proclaim ; 
 Thou fovereign Judge of right and wrong 
 Wilt put thy foes to fname. 
 
 2 I'll fing thy majefty and grace ; 
 
 _ My God prepares his throne 
 To judge the world in righteoufnefs, 
 And make his vengeance known. 
 
 3 Then fhall the Lord a refuge prove 
 
 For all the poor opprefs'd ; 
 To fave the people of his love, 
 And give the weary reft. 
 
3a PSA L M S. 
 
 4 The men that know thy name will truft 
 In thy abundant grace : 
 For thou hail ne'er forfook the juft, 
 Who humbly feck thy face. 
 k Sine praifes to the righteous Lord, 
 Who dwells on Zion's hill, 
 Who executes his threatening word 
 Whofe works his grace fullil. 
 
 PSALM IX. ver. I a. Second part. Common Metre. 
 
 <Thc tvifdvtn and equity of P rovidrr.ee. 
 j TTflTLX the great Judge, fupreme and juft, 
 V\ ; hs .1 once enquire for blood, 
 The humble fouls that mourn in duft 
 £ hall find a faithful God. 
 a He from the dreadful gates of death 
 Docs his own children raife ; 
 In Zion's gates, with chearful breath, 
 1 hey fing their lather s praile. 
 * His foes mall fall, with heedlefs feet, 
 Into the pit they made ; 
 And fnners perifh in the net 
 
 That their own hands have fprcad. 
 
 4 Thus by thy Judgment, "fSB**^ 
 
 Are thy deep counfels known, 
 When men of mifchief are deftroy d 
 In fnares that were their own. 
 PAUSE. 
 < The wicked fliall fink clown to hell ; 
 Thy wrath devour the lands, 
 That dare forget thee, or rebel 
 
 Againft thy known commands. 
 6 Though faints to fore diftrefs are brought, 
 And wait and long complain, 
 Their cries jhall never be forgot, 
 Nor fliall their hopes be vain, 
 r? Rife, great Redeemer, from thy feat, 
 L ' To judge and fave the poor ; 
 Let nations tremble at thy feet, 
 And man prevail no more 
 
PSALMS. J3 
 
 S Thy thunder fliall affright the proud, 
 And put their hearts to pain, 
 Make them confefs that thou art God, 
 And they but feeble men.] 
 
 PSALM X. Common Metre. 
 
 Prayer heard, and faints faved ; or, Pride, atheifm and 
 opprejpon punijbed. 
 For a day of humiliation. 
 I TT7HY doth the Lord depart fo far, 
 V V And why conceal his face, 
 When great calamities appear, 
 And times of deep diftrefs ? 
 a Lord, mall the wicked ftill deride 
 Thy juftice and thy laws ? 
 Shall they advance their heads in pride, 
 And flight the righteous caule. 
 
 3 They caft thy judgments from their fight> 
 
 And then infult the poor ; 
 They boaft in their exalted height, 
 That they fhall fall no more. 
 
 4 Arife, O God, lift up thine hand, 
 
 Attend our humble cry ; 
 No enemy fliall dare to Hand 
 When God afcends on high. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 Why do the men of malice rage, 
 
 And fay with foolifli pride, 
 " The God of heav'n will ne'er engage 
 " To fight on Zion's fide." 
 
 6 But thou for ever art our Lord, 
 
 And pow'rful is thine hand, 
 
 As when the heathens felt thy fvvord, 
 
 And perifli'd from thy land. 
 
 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, 
 
 And caufe thine ear to hear ; 
 Accept the vows thy children pay, 
 And free thy faints from fear. 
 
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 8 Troud tyrants fhall no more opprefs, 
 No more deipife the juft ; 
 And mighty finners fhall confcfs 
 They are but earth and dufl. 
 
 PSALM XI. Long Metre. 
 
 Cod loves the righteous, and hates the nicked. 
 
 I "\ /TY refuge is the God of love, 
 JYl Why'clo my foes infult and cry, 
 « fly like a timorous trembling dove, 
 
 « To diftant woods or mountains fly." 
 
 a If government be once deltroy'd 
 
 (That firm foundation of our peace) 
 And violence make juitice void, 
 
 W here fhall the' righteous feck redrefs ? 
 
 3 The Lord in hcav'n has fix'd his throne, 
 
 the world below 
 To him all mortal things are known, 
 
 His eye-lids fearch our fpirits through. 
 
 4 If he afflicts his faints fo far, 
 
 to prove their iovc, and try their grace, 
 What may the Lola trar.fgn I o fear ? 
 His foul abhors their wicked ways. 
 
 e On impious wretches he fnall ruin 
 
 mfcn of waiting death, 
 Such as he kn died on the plain 
 
 Of Sodom, with his angry breath. 
 6 The righteous Lord loves righteous fouls, 
 
 Whole thoughts and actions are iincere, 
 And with a gracious eye beholds 
 
 '1 he men that his own image bear. 
 
 PSALM XII. Long Metre. 
 The faints fafetyand hope in evil times ; or Shu of h 
 
 tiguec, . viz. ^;/-M',y^w, &c. 
 
 I \ LMIGHTY God, appear and fave ! 
 j\ For vio 1: 
 
 Xhe , i [h in the grave, 
 
 '1 he jult depart, the faithful fail. 
 
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 2 The whole difcourfe when crouds are met 
 
 Is fill'd with trifles loofe and vain ; 
 Their lips are flattery and deceit, 
 
 And their proud language is profane. 
 
 3 But lips that with deceit ahound 
 
 Shall not maintain their triumph long : 
 The God of vengeance will confound 
 
 The flattering and blafpheming tongue. 
 
 4 " Yet fhall our words be free," they cry; 
 
 " Our tongues Ihall be controul'd by none : 
 " Where is the Lord, will alk us why ? 
 " Or fay, our lips are not our own ?" 
 
 5 The Lord, who fees the poor opprefs'd, 
 
 And hears th' oppreffor's haughty 'ftrain 
 Will rife to give his children reft, 
 
 Nor fhall they truil his word in vain. 
 
 6 Thy word, O Lord, though often try'd, 
 
 Void of deceit fhall fcill appear ; 
 Not filver, fev'n times purify'd 
 
 From drofs and mixture, fhines fo clear. 
 
 7 Thy grace lhall in the darken: hour 
 
 Defend from danger and furprife ; 
 Though, when the vileft men have power, 
 On ev'ry fide oppreflbrs rife. 
 
 P S A L M XII. Common Metre. 
 Complaint of a general corruption of manners ; or, The 
 
 promife andfgns of Chrifts coming to judgment. 
 1 "LJELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail, 
 X A Religion iofes ground ; 
 The fons of violence prevail, 
 And treacheries abound. 
 a Their oaths and promifes they break, 
 Yet a<St the flatt'rer's part ; 
 With fair deceitful lips they fpe'ak, 
 And with a double heart. 
 3 If we reprove fome hateful lie, 
 
 They fcorn our faithful word : 
 " Are not our lips our own," they crv, 
 " Afl d who fhall be our Lord ?" 
 
36 PSALMS. 
 
 4 Scoffers appear on cv'ry fide, 
 
 Where a vile race of men 
 Is rais'd to feats of pow'r and pride, 
 And bears the fword in vain. 
 PAUSE, 
 e Lord, when iniquities abound, 
 
 And blafphemy grows bold, 
 When faith is rarely to be found, 
 And love is waxing cold ; 
 
 6 Is not thy chariot haft'ning on ? 
 
 Haft thou not given the fign ? 
 May we not truft and live upon 
 A promife fo divine ? 
 
 7 « Yes," faith the Lord, " now will I rife, 
 
 " And make the oppreffors flee ; 
 " I fhail appear to their furpriic,^ 
 " And fet my fervants free.' v 
 
 8 Thy word, like filver fev'n times try'd, 
 
 Through ages fhall endure ; 
 The men that in thy truth confide 
 Shall find thy promife fure. 
 
 PSALM XII. Common Metre. 
 Complaint under the temptation of the Devil, 
 "OW long wilt thou conceal thy face ? 
 L J. My God, how long delay ? 
 When fhall I feci thofe hcav'uty rays 
 That chafe my fears away ? 
 a How long fhall my poor lab' ring foul 
 Wreftle and toil in vain ? 
 Thy word can all my foes controul, 
 And eafe my raging pain. 
 " 3 Sec how the prince of darknefs tries 
 All his malicious arts ; 
 He fprcads a mift around my eyes, 
 And throws his fiery darts. 
 4 Be thou my fun, and thou my fhield, 
 My foul in fafety keep ; 
 Make hafte, before mine eyes are fcal d 
 In death's eternal fleep. 
 
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PSALMS. 
 
 5 How would the tempter boaft aloud 
 
 Should I become his prey ! 
 Behold the fons of hell grow proud 
 To fee thy long delay. 
 
 6 But they mail fly at thy rebuke, 
 
 And Satan hide his head ; 
 He knows the terrors of thy look, 
 And hears thy voice with dread. 
 
 7 Thou wilt difplay thy fov'reign grace 
 
 Whence all my comforts fpring : 
 I fhall employ my lips in praife, 
 And thy falvation ling. 
 
 PSALM XIV. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 By nature all men are ftnners. 
 
 1 'F°°™' kt^f hearts, believe and fay, 
 
 a * I hat all religion's vain, 
 "There is no God that reigns on high 
 " Or minds th* affairs of men/' ' 
 
 2 From thoughts fo dreadful and profane 
 
 Corrupt difcourfe proceeds ; 
 And in their impious hands are found 
 Abominable deeds. 
 
 3 The Lord, from his celeftial throne, 
 
 Look'd down on things below, - 
 To find the man that fought his grace, 
 Or did his juftice know. 
 
 4 By nature all are gone aftray, 
 
 Their practice all the fame ; 
 There s none that fears his Maker's hand, 
 There's none that loves his name. 
 
 5 Thei r tongues are us'd to fpeak deceit, 
 
 Their flanders never ceafe • 
 How fwift to mifchief are their feet ! 
 Nor know the paths of peace. 
 
 6 Such feeds of fin (that bitter root) 
 
 In ev'ry heart are found ; 
 Nor can they bear diviner fruit, 
 'Till grace refine the ground, 
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 3 7 
 
„ 8 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XIV. Second part. Common Metre 
 
 Tit folly of perfecutors. 
 I \ RE finncrs now fo fenfelefs grown 
 J\ That they the faints devour ? 
 And never worfhip at thy throne, 
 Nor fear thine awful pow'r ? 
 % Great God, appear to their furprife ; 
 Reveal thy dreadful name ; 
 Let them no more thy wrath defpife, 
 Nor turn our hope to lhame. 
 
 3 Doft thou not dwell among the juft ? 
 
 And yet our foes deride, 
 That we mould make thy name our trait; 
 Great God, confound their pride. 
 
 4 O that the joyful day were come 
 
 To finim our diftrefs ! 
 When God (hall bring his children home. 
 Our fongs fliall never ceafe. 
 
 PSALM XV. Common Metre. 
 
 Cbarafien of a faint, or a atl^nofZion ; or, 9fc ** 
 
 feat ions of a Cbrijlian, 
 I "\T7HO {hall inhabit in thy hill, 
 W O God of holincfs ? 
 Whom will the Lord admit to dwell 
 So near his throne of grace i 
 7, The man that walks in pious ways, 
 
 And works with righteous hands ; 
 That trufts his Maker's promisM grace, 
 And follows his commands. 
 
 3 He fpeaks the meaning of his heart, 
 
 Nor ilanders with his tongue : 
 Will fcarce believe an ill report, 
 Nor do his neighbour wrong. 
 
 4 The wealthy finner he contemns, 
 
 Loves all that fear the Lord; 
 And though to his own hurt he Cweare, 
 Still he performs bis word. 
 
PSALMS. 39 
 
 His hands difdain a golden bribe, 
 
 And never wrong the poor : 
 This man fhall dwell with God on earth 
 
 And find his heav'n fecure. 
 
 PSALM XV. Long Metre. 
 
 rion and ji/Jlice, goodnefs and truth ; or duties to God and 
 man ; or, The qualifications of a Cbriftian. 
 
 I XT7HO fhall afcend thy heav'nly place, 
 \ V Great God, and dwell before thy face I 
 The man that minds religion now, 
 
 And humbly walks with God below. 
 
 a Whofe hands are pure, whofe heart is clean ; 
 
 Whofe lips ftill fpeak the thing they mean ; 
 No flanders dwell upon his tongue : 
 
 He hates to do his neighbour wrong. 
 {3 Scarce will he truft an ill report, 
 
 Or vent it to his neighbour'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 fwears, 
 Whatever pain or lofs he bears.] 
 [5 He never deals in bribing gold ; 
 
 I And mourns that juftice fhould be fold ; 
 While others fcorn and wrong the poor, 
 Sweet Charity attends his door.] 
 -6 He loves his enemies, and prays 
 
 For thofe that curfe him to his face ; 
 And doth to all men ftill the fame 
 
 That he would hope or wifh from them. 
 7 Yet, when his holieft works are done, 
 His foul depends on grace alone : 
 This is the man thy face fhall fee, 
 
 And dwell forever, Lord, with thee. 
 
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 40 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XVI. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 
 Confffton of our poverty, and faints the bejl company ; or, 
 Good works proft men, not God. 
 >RESEPvVE me, Lord, in time of need, 
 For fuccour to thy throne I flee, 
 But have no merits there to plead ; 
 My goodnefs cannot reach to thee. 
 a Oft have my heart and tongue confefs'd 
 How empty and how poor I am : 
 My praife can never make thee blefs'd, 
 Nor add new glories to thy name. 
 
 3 Yet, Lord, thy faints on earth may reap 
 
 Some profit by the good we do ; 
 Thefe arc the company 1 keep, 
 
 Thefe are the choiceft friends I know. 
 
 4 Let others chufe the fons of mirth 
 
 To give a relifli to their wine, 
 .1 love the men of heav'nly birth, ( < 
 
 Whofe thoughts and language are divine. 
 
 P S A L M XVI. Second part. Long Metre. 
 Chrifs all-fufficiency. 
 ! TTQV faft their guilt and forrows rife, 
 XX Who hafte to feek fome idol-god ! 
 I will not tafte their facrifice, 
 
 Their offerings of forbidden blood. 
 
 1 My God provides a richer cup, 
 
 And nobler food to live upon, 
 He for my life has offer' d up 
 Jefus, his bell-beloved Son. 
 
 3 His love is my perpetual feaft; 
 
 By day his counfels guide me right : 
 And be his name forever blefs'd 
 
 Who gives me fweet advice by night. 
 
 4 I fct him ftill before mine eyes; 
 
 At my right hand he Hands prepar J 
 To keep my foul from all furprife, 
 And be my everlafting guard. 
 
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 PSALM XVI. Third part. Long Metre. 
 
 Courage in death , and hope of the rcfurreaion. 
 
 'HEN God is nigh, my faith is ftrong, 
 His arm is my almighty prop : 
 Be glad, my heart, rejoice, my tongue, 
 My dying flefh mall reft in hope. 
 3 Though in the duft I lay my head, 
 
 Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave ' 
 My foul forever with the dead, 
 
 Nor lofe thy children in the grave. 
 
 3 My fleih mall thy firft call ohey, 
 
 Shake off the duft, and rife on high ; 
 Then fhalt thou lead the wond'rous way 
 Up to thy throne above the iky,, 
 
 4 There ftreams of endlefs pleafure flow ; 
 
 And lull difcoveries of thy grace 
 (Which we but tafted here below) 
 
 Spread heavnly joys through all the place. 
 
 PSALM XVI. ver. i,_8. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 Support and counfel from God -without merit. 
 
 1 Q AVE me ' ° Lord ' from ev'ry foe ; 
 kJ In thee my truft I place, 
 Though all the good that I can do 
 
 Can ne'er deferve thy grace ; 
 
 2 Yet if my God prolong my breath, 
 
 The faints may ftill rejoice, 
 The faints, the glory of the earth, 
 The people of my choice. 
 
 3 Let heathens to their idols hafle, 
 
 And worfhip wood or ftone ; 
 But my delightful lot is caft 
 
 Where the true God is knowm 
 
 4 His hand provides my conftant food, 
 
 He fills my daily cup ; 
 Much am I pleas\i with prefent good, 
 But more rejoice in hope. 
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 42 PSALMS, 
 
 5 God is my portion and my joy ; 
 
 His counfcls are my light : 
 He gives me fweet advice by day, 
 And gentle hints by night. 
 
 6 My foul would all her thoughts approve 
 
 To his all-feeing eye ; 
 Not death nor hell my hope fhall move 
 While fuch a friend is nigh. 
 
 PSALM XVI. Second part. Common Metre. 
 The death and refurreftion of Chriji. 
 
 I SET the Lord before my face, 
 " He bears my courage up ; 
 My heart, my tongue their joys exprefs, 
 
 " My fiefh fhall reft in hope. 
 My fpirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave 
 " Where fouls departed are ; 
 " Nor quit my body to the grave 
 u To fee corruption there. 
 3 " Thou wilt reveal the path of life, 
 " And raife me to thy throne, 
 " Thy courts immortal pleafure give, 
 " Thy prefence joys unknown." 
 [4 Thus, in the name of Chrift the Lord, 
 The holy David fung, 
 And providence fulfils the word 
 Of his prophetic tongue. 
 
 5 Jefus, whom every faint adores, 
 
 Was crucify'd and (lain ; 
 Behold the tomb its prey reftores, 
 Behold he lives again. 
 
 6 When fhall my feet arife and ftand 
 
 On heavVs eternal hills ? 
 There fits the fon at God's right hand, 
 And there the Father fmiles.] 
 
PSALMS. 43 
 
 PSALM XVII. ver. 13, lye. Short Metre. 
 Port m of faints and finner s ; or, Hope and defpair in death. 
 
 I A RISE, my gracious God, 
 il And make the wicked flee ; 
 They are but thy chaftifing rod 
 To drive thy faints to thee. 
 
 1 Behold the finner dies, 
 
 His haughty words are vain ; 
 Here in this life his pleafure lies, 
 And all beyond is pain. 
 
 3 Then let his pride advance, 
 
 And boaft of all his ftore ; 
 The Lord is my inheritance, 
 
 My foul can wifh no more. 
 
 4 I Ihall behold the face 
 
 Of my forgiving God ; 
 And ftand complete in righteoufnefs, 
 Wafh'd in my Saviour's blood. 
 
 5 There's a new heav'n begun 
 
 When I awake from death, 
 
 Dreft in the likenefs of thy Son, 
 
 And draw immortal breath. 
 
 PSALM XVII. Long Metre. 
 
 The finner 's portkm and faint's hope ; or, The heaven of 
 feparaie fouls, and the refurreclion. 
 
 I T ORD, I am thine ; but thou wilt prove 
 I j My faith, my patience and my love ; 
 When men of fpite againft me join, 
 They are the fword, the hand is thine. 
 
 a Their hope and portion lie below ; 
 'Tis all the happinefs they know, 
 'Tis all they feek ; they take their fhares ; 
 And leave the reft among their heirs. 
 
 3 What finner s value I refign ; 
 
 Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine : 
 I fhall behold thy blifsful face, 
 And ftand complete in righteoufnefs* 
 
44 P S A L M S. 
 
 4 This life's a dream, an empty fhow ; 
 But the bright world, to which I go, 
 Hath joys fubftantial and dncere ; 
 When fhall I wake and find me there I 
 
 5 O glorious hour ! O bleft abode ! 
 
 1 fhall be near, and like my God ; 
 And flefh and fin no more controul 
 The facred pleaiures of the foul. 
 
 6 My flefh fhall flumber in the ground, 
 Till the laft trumpet's joyful found : 
 Then burft the chains with fweet furprife 
 And in my Saviour's image rife. 
 
 PSALM XVIII. ver. 1—9, 15—18. 
 Firfl part. Long Metre. 
 
 Deliverance from iejpair ; or, Temptation overco 
 I HHHEE will I love, O Lord, my ftrength, 
 X My rock, my tower, my high defence ; 
 Thy mighty arm fhalf be my truft, 
 
 For I have found falvation thence. 
 % Death, and the terrors of the grave, 
 
 Stood round me with their difmal made, 
 While floods of high temptation role, 
 And made my finking foul afraid. 
 
 3 I faw the opening gates of hell 
 
 With endlefs pains and forrows there, 
 (Which none but they that feel can tell) 
 While I was hurry'd to defpair. 
 
 4 In my diftrefs I call'd my God, 
 
 When I could fcarce believe him mine ; 
 He bow'd his ear to my complaint ; 
 
 And prov'd his faving grace divine. 
 
 [5 With fpeed he flew to my relief, 
 
 As on a cherub's wing he rode ; 
 Awlul, and bright as light'ning, flione 
 The face of my deliverer God* 
 
 6 Temptation* lied at his rebuke, 
 
 The blaft of his almighty breath : 
 He Cent falvation from on high, 
 
 And drew me from the deeps of death.] 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 45 
 
 7 Great were my fears, my foes were great, 
 
 Much wits their ftrength, and more their rage ; 
 But Chrift, my Lord, is conqu'ror ftill 
 In all the wars the proud can wage. 
 
 8 My fong forever lhall record 
 
 That terrible, that joyful hour ; 
 And give the glory to the Lord 
 
 Due to his mercy and his power. 
 
 PSALM XVIII. v. 20—26. Long Metre. Second-part. 
 Sincerity proved and reivarded. 
 
 I T ORD, thou haft feen my foul fincere, 
 -Li Haft made thy truth and love appear ; 
 Before mine eyes I fet thy laws, 
 And thou haft own'd my righteous caufe. 
 
 a Since 1 have learn'd thy holy ways, 
 I've walk'd upright before thy face : 
 Or if my feet did e'er depart. 
 Thy love reclaimed my wandering heart, 
 
 3 What fore temptations broke my reft ! 
 What wars and ftrugglings in my breaft ! 
 But through thy grace, that reigns within, 
 I guard againft my darling fin. 
 
 4 That fin that clofe befets me ftill, 
 That works and ftrives againft my will ; 
 When ihall thy Spirit's fov'reign power 
 Deftroy it that it rife no more ? 
 
 5 With an impartial hand the Lord 
 Deals out to mortals their reward : 
 The kind and faithful fouls fhall find 
 A God as faithful and as kind. 
 
 6 And men that love revenge fhall know, 
 God hath an arm of vengeance too-. 
 The juft and pure, fhall ever fay, 
 Thou art more pure, more juft than they. 
 
 PSALM XVIII. ver. 30, 31, 34, 35, 46, Iff*. 
 Third part. Long Metre. 
 Rejoicing in God ; or, S ah at Ion and triumph, 
 I TUST are thy ways, and true thy word, 
 J Great P^ock of my fecure abode ; 
 Who is a God befide the Lord ? 
 
 Or where's a refuge like our God ? 
 
4 6 PSA I. M S. 
 
 2 'Tis he that girds me with his might, 
 
 Gives me his holy fword to wield ; 
 And while with I'm and hell 1 fight, 
 Spreads his falvation for my fhield. 
 
 3 He lives, and blefiuigB CM '^n, 
 
 The God of my faivatioi. 
 The dark defigns of he'll are vain ; 
 
 While heavenly peace my father gives. 
 
 4 Before the fcoffers of the age, 
 
 1 will exalt my father s name, 
 Nor tremble at their mighty rage, 
 
 But meet reproach, and bear the fhame. 
 
 5 To David and his royal feed 
 
 Thy grace forever fhail extend ; 
 
 Thy love to faints, in Chrifl their head, 
 
 Knows not a limit nor an end. 
 
 PSALM XVIII. Firft part. Common Metre 
 
 Victory and triumph over temporal enemies* 
 
 I "\T7E love thee, Lord, and we adore, 
 VV Now is thine arm reveal'd ; 
 Thou art our ftrength, our heav'nly tow'r, 
 Our bulwark, and our fhield. 
 
 1 We fly to our eternal Rock, 
 And find a fure defence -, 
 His holy name our lips invoke, 
 And draw falvation thence. 
 
 3 When God our leader fhines in arms, 
 
 What mortal heart can bear 
 
 The thunder of his loud alarms ? 
 
 The light'ning of his fpear ? 
 
 4 He rides upon the winged wind, 
 
 And a r gels in array, 
 In millions wait to know his mind, 
 And, fwift as flames, obey. 
 
 5 He fpeaks, and at his fierce rebuke 
 
 Whole armies ate dil'may'd ; 
 His voice, his frown, his angry look, 
 Strikes all their courage dead. 
 
PSALMS. 47 
 
 6 He forms our gen'rals for the field, 
 
 With all their dreadful flrill ; 
 Gives them his awful fword to wield, 
 And makes their hearts of fteel. 
 
 7 Oft has the Lord whole nations blefs'd, 
 
 For his own church's fake : 
 
 The pow'rs that give his people reft 
 
 Shall of his care partake. 
 
 PSALM XVIII. Second part. Common Metre, 
 
 The conqueror s fang. 
 
 I HTO thine almighty arm we owe 
 X The triumphs of the day ; 
 Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe, 
 And melt their ftrength away. 
 
 % 'Tis by thy aid our troops prevail; 
 And break united pow'rs ; 
 Or burn their boafted fleets, or fcale 
 The proudeft of their tow'rs. 
 
 3 How have we chas'd them through the field. 
 
 And trod them to the ground, 
 While thy falvation was our fhield, 
 But they no fhelter found ! 
 
 4 In vain to idol faints they cry, 
 
 And perifh in their blood ; 
 
 Where is a rock fo great, fa high, 
 
 So pow'rful, as our God. 
 
 5 The God of Ifrael ever lives, 
 
 His name be ever blefs'd ; 
 
 'Tis his own arm the vicl'ry gives, 
 
 And gives his people reft. 
 
 PSALM XIX. Firft part. Short Metre 
 
 The booh of Nature and Scripture. 
 
 For a Lord's day morning. 
 
 I T)EHOLD the lofty fky 
 -13 Declares its maker God, 
 -And all the ftarry works on high 
 Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 
 
48 PSALMS. 
 
 a The darknefs and the li^ht 
 
 Still keep their courfethe lame; 
 
 While night to d ;. to night, 
 
 Divinely teach his name. 
 
 3 In ev'ry diflTrent hnd 
 
 Their gen' ral voice is known; 
 They mow the i his hand, 
 
 And orders of his throne. 
 
 4 Ye Chriftian lands, rej 
 
 Here he r. ord ; 
 
 We are not left to Nature's voice 
 To bid us know the Lord. 
 
 5 His ftatutes and commands 
 
 Are fet befoii our eyes, 
 He puts his gofpel in our hands, 
 Where our falvation lies. 
 
 6 His law's are juft and pure, 
 
 His truth without deceit, 
 His promifes for ever fure, 
 
 And his rewards are great. 
 
 7 Not honey to the tafte 
 
 Afford: fo 'vuch delight; 
 Nor gold that lias the furnace pafs'd 
 So much allures the fight. 
 
 8 While of thy works I fing, 
 
 Thy glory to procWpi, 
 Accept the praife, my Cod, my King, 
 In my Redeemer's name. 
 
 PSALM XIX. Second part. Short Metre. 
 
 Cod^s -word mojl excellent : or, Sincerity and ivatcbfulnefs. 
 
 For a Lord's day morning. 
 
 I TOEHOLD the morning fun . 
 _D Begins his glorious way ; 
 His beams through all the nations run, 
 And life and light convey. 
 
 % But where the gofpel comes, 
 It iprcads diviner light, 
 It calls dead finners from their tombs, 
 And gives the blind their fight. 
 
PSALMS. 49 
 
 3 How perfect is thy word ! 
 
 And all thy judgments juft ; 
 For ever fure thy promife, Lord, 
 And men fecurely truft. 
 
 4 My gracious God, how plain 
 
 Are thy directions giv'n ? 
 O may I never read in vain, 
 
 But, find the path to heav'n ! 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 I heard thy word with love, 
 
 And I would fain obey ; 
 
 Send thy good Spirit from above 
 
 To guide me left I ftray. 
 
 6 O who can ever find 
 
 The errors of his ways ? 
 Yet, with a bold prefumptuous mind, 
 I would not dare tranfgrefs. 
 
 7 Warn me of ev'ry fin, 
 
 Forgive my fecret faults, 
 And cleanfe this guilty foul of mine, 
 Whofe crimes exceed my thoughts. 
 
 8 While, with my heart and tongue, 
 
 1 fpread thy praife abroad ; 
 Accept the worlhip and the fong, 
 My Saviour, and my God. & 
 
 PSALM XIX. Long Metre. 
 The books of nature and fcripture compared ; or, The glory 
 
 and face efs of the gofpel. 
 * r I "HE heavens declare thy glory, Lord, 
 A In every ftar thy goodnefs mines ; 
 But when our eyes behold thy word, 
 We read thy name in fairer lines. 
 3 The rolling fun, the changing light, 
 
 And nights and days thy power confefs ; 
 But the bleft volume thou haft writ, 
 Reveals thy juftice and thy grace. 
 3 Sun, moon and ftars convey thy praife 
 
 Round the whole earth, and never ftand ; 
 So when thy truth began its race, 
 
 It touch'd and glanc'd on every land.- 
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<o P S A L M S. 
 
 4 Nor fliajl thy fpreading gofpel reft 
 
 Till through the world thy truth has run; 
 Till Chrift has all the nations bide, 
 
 That fee the light, or feel the fun. 
 
 5 Great Sun of rightepufnefs, arife, 
 
 Blefs the dark world with heavenly light ; 
 Thy gofpel makes the ample wife, 
 
 Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 
 
 6 Thy nobleft wonders here we view, 
 
 In fouls renew'd and fins forgiv'n, 
 Lord, cleanfe my fins, my foul renew, 
 
 And make thy word my guide to heav'n. 
 
 PSALM XIX. To the tune of the 113th Pfalm. 
 
 The book tf nature and 'fcripture. 
 
 I x-NREAT God, the heav'n's well order'd frame 
 V_T Declares the glories of thy name : ^ 
 
 There thy rich works of wonder fhinc, 
 A thoufand ftarry beauties there, 
 A thoufand radiant marks appear 
 
 Of boundlefs pow'r, and ikill divine. 
 
 a From night to day, from day to night, 
 The dawning and the dying light, 
 
 Lectures of heav'nly wifdom read; 
 With liknt eloquence they raife 
 Our thoughts to our Creator's praife, 
 
 And neither found nor language need. 
 
 3 Yet their divine inftrucLons run 
 Far as the journeys of the fun, 
 
 And ev'ry nation knows their voire. 
 The fun, like fomc young bridegroom dreft, 
 Breaks from the chambers of the eaft, 
 
 Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice. 
 
 4 Where'er he fpreads his beams abroad, 
 
 1 [e {'miles, and fpeaks his maker God ; 
 
 All nature joins to fhew thy praife : 
 Thus God in ev'ry creature (bines ; 
 Fai* is the book of nature's lines, 
 
 But fairer is the hook of grace, 
 
PSALMS. S i 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 I love the volumes of thy word ; 
 What light and joy thofe leaves afford 
 
 To fouls benighted and diftrell ! 
 Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, 
 Thy fear forbids my feet to flray, 
 
 Thy promife leads my heart to reft. 
 
 6 From the difcoveries of thy law 
 The perfect rules of life I draw : 
 
 Thefe are my ftudy and delight ; 
 Not honey fo invites the tafte, 
 Nor gold that hath the furnace paft, 
 
 Appears fo pleafing to the fight. 
 
 7 Thy threat' nitigs wake my {lumbering eyes^ 
 And warn me where my danger lies ; 
 
 But 'tis thy bleffed gofpel, Lord, 
 That makes my guilty confcience clean, 
 Converts my foul, fubdues my fin, 
 
 And gives a free, but large, Jre ward. 
 
 8 Who knows the errors ef his thoughts ! 
 My God, forgive my fecret faults, 
 
 And from prefumptuous fins reftrain ; 
 Accept my poor attempts of praife, 
 That I have read thy book of grace, 
 
 And book of nature not in vain. 
 
 PSALM XX. Long Metre. 
 
 Prayer , and hope of 'viflory. 
 For a day of prayer in time of war. 
 
 I "\JOW may the God of pow'r and grace 
 JIN Attend his people's humble cry ! 
 Jehovah hears when Ifrael prays, 
 
 And brings deliv' ranee from on high. 
 
 3 The name of Jacob's God defends, 
 
 When bucklers fail and brazen walls ; 
 He from his fan&uary fends 
 
 Succour and ftrength when Zion calls. 
 
 3 Well he remembers all our fighs, 
 
 His love exceeds our beft defers ; 
 His love accepts the facrifice 
 
 Of humble groans and broken hearts. 
 
5 Z PSALMS. 
 
 4 In his falvation is our hope, 
 
 And in the name of Ifrael's God 
 Our troops fliall lift their hanners up, 
 
 Our navies fpread their flags abroad. ' 
 
 5 Some truft in horfes train'd for war, 
 
 And fome of chariots make their boafts ; 
 Our fureft expectations are 
 
 From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hofts. 
 
 6 [O may the memory of thy name 
 
 Infpirc our armies for the fight ! 
 Our fees fhall fall and die with fhame, 
 
 Or quit the field with coward flight.] 
 
 7 Now fave us, Lord, from flarifli fear, 
 
 Now let our hopes be firm and ftrong, 
 'Till thy falvation fhall appear, 
 
 And joy and triumph raife the fong. 
 
 PSALM XXI. Common Metre. 
 
 National hlejjings acknowledged. 
 
 I TN thee, great God, with fongs of praife, 
 jL Our favour'd realms rejoice ; 
 And, blefsM with thy falvation, raife 
 To heav'n their cheerful voice. 
 
 1 Thy fure defence, through nations round. 
 Hath fpread our riling name, 
 And all our feeble efforts crown'd 
 With freedom and with fame. 
 
 3 In deep diftrefs our injur'd land 
 
 Implor'd thy power to fave ; 
 For life we pray'd ; thy bounteous hand 
 The timely blcfling gave. 
 
 4 Thy mighty arm, eternal Pow'r, 
 
 Oppos'd their deadly aim, 
 In mercy fvvept them from our fhore, 
 And fpread their fails with fhame. 
 
 5 On thee. In woe or pain, 
 
 Our hearts alone rely ; 
 Our rights thy mercy will maintain, 
 And all our wants fupply. 
 
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 6 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous pow'r declare, 
 And ftill exalt thy fame ; 
 While we glad fongs of praife prepare 
 For thine almighty name. 
 
 PSALM XXI. ver. 1,-9. Long Metre. 
 
 Chrijl exalted to the kingdom. 
 
 I "P\ AVID rejoic'd in God his ftrength, 
 _L/ Rais'd to the throne by fpecial grace, 
 But Chrift the fon appears at length, 
 Fulfils the triumph and the praife. 
 
 1 How great the bleft Meffiah's joy 
 In the falvation 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 leaft requeft withhold ; 
 Bleffmgs of love prevent him ftill, 
 
 And crowns of glory, not of gold. 
 
 4 Honor and majefty divine 
 Around his facred temples fhine ; 
 Blefs'd with the favor of thy face, 
 And length of eveflafting days, 
 
 5 Thine hand fhall find out all his foes ; 
 And as a fiery oven glows 
 
 With raging heat, and living coals, 
 So fhall thy wrath devour their fouls, 
 
 PSALM XXII. ver. I,— 16. Firft part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 'The f/ifferincrs and death of Chrijl, 
 
 1 "TT7"HY has my God my foul forfook, 
 
 VV Nor will a fmile afford ? 
 (Thus David once in anguifh fpoke, 
 And thus our dying Lord.) 
 
 2 Though 'tis thy chief delight to dwell 
 
 Among thy praifing faints, 
 Yet thou canft hear our groan as well, 
 And pity our complaints. 
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54 PSALMS. 
 
 3 Our fathers trufted in thy name, 
 
 And great deliverance found ; 
 But I'm a worm defpis'd of men, 
 And trodden to the ground. 
 
 4 With making head they pafs me by, 
 
 And laugh my foul to fcorn ; 
 " In -vahi he trt/JIs in God, they cry, 
 " Neglcflcd and forlorn" 
 
 5 But thou art he who form'd my flefb, 
 
 By thine almighty word ; 
 And fince I hung upon the breaft, 
 My hope is in the Lord. 
 
 6 Why will my father hide his face 
 
 When foes Hand threatning round 
 In the dark hour of deep diftrefs, 
 And not an helper found ? 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 Behold thy darling left among 
 
 The cruel and the proud, 
 By foes encompafs'd fierce and ftrong, 
 As lions roaring loud. 
 
 8 From earth and hell my forrows meet, 
 
 To multiply the fmart ; 
 They nail my hands, they pierce my feet, 
 And try to vex my heart. 
 
 9 Yet if thy fov'reign hand let loofe 
 
 The rage of earth and hell, 
 Why will my heavenly father bruifc 
 The lbn he loves i'o well ? 
 
 10 My God, if pofiible it be, 
 
 Withhold this bitter cup ; 
 But I refign my will to thee, 
 And drink the forrows up. 
 
 11 My heart diffolves with pangs unknown, 
 
 In groans 1 walle my breath : 
 Thy heavy hand has brought mc down, 
 Low as the duft <A i!> 
 
 12 Father, I give my fpirit up, 
 
 And truft it in thy hand ; 
 
 My dying flefh ftrall reft in hope, 
 
 And rile at Cry command* 
 
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 PSALMS. 5S 
 
 PSALM XXII. ver. 20, 21,27, — 31. Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 OW from the roaring lion s _rage, 
 O Lord, protect thy fon, 
 " Nor leave thy darling to engage 
 " The powers of hell alone." 
 
 a Thus did our fuffering Saviour 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 worfhip or fhall die. 
 
 4 A numerous offspring mufl arife 
 
 From his expiring groans ; 
 They fhall be reckon'd in his eyes 
 For daughters and for fons. 
 
 5 The meek and humble fouls fhall fee 
 
 His table richly fpread ; 
 And all that feek the Lord fhall be 
 With joys immortal fed. 
 
 6 The ifles fhall know the righteoufnefs 
 
 Of our incarnate God, 
 
 And nations yet unborn profefs 
 
 Salvation in his blood. 
 
 PSALM XXII. Long Metre. 
 Cbriji's fujferings and exaltation. 
 
 1 "KJOW let our mournful fongs record 
 L t| The dying forrows of our Lord, 
 When he complain'd in tears and blood, 
 As one forfaken of his God. 
 
 2 The Jews behold him thus forlorn, 
 
 And fhake their heads and laugh in fcorn ; 
 " He refcued others from the grave ; 
 " Now let him try himfelf to fave. 
 
 3 " This is the man did once pretend 
 
 " God was his father and his friend ; 
 
 " If God the bleffed lov'd him fo, 
 
 " Why doth he fail to help him, now V* 
 
5 6 PSALMS. 
 
 4 Oh favage people ! cruel priefts ! 
 
 How they ftood round like raging beafts; 
 
 Like lions gaping to devour, 
 
 When God had left him in their power. 
 
 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, 
 Till flreams of blood each other meet ; 
 By lot his garments they divide, 
 
 And mock the pangs in which he died. 
 
 6 But God his father heard his cry ; 
 RaL-'d from the dead he reigns on high ; . 
 The nations learn his righteoufnefs, 
 
 And humble finuers tafte his grace. 
 
 PSALM XXIII. Long Metre. 
 God our Jb: j 
 
 1 "TV/TY ftiepherd is the living Lord; 
 
 jLVjL Now fhall my wants be well fupply'd : 
 His providence and holy word 
 
 Become my fafety and my guide. 
 
 2 In paftures where falvation grows 
 
 He makes me feed, he makes me reft, 
 There living water gently flows, 
 And all the food divinely bleft. 
 
 3 My wandering feet his wayi miftake ; 
 
 But he reftores my foul to peace. 
 And leads me, for his mercy'q fake, 
 In tlu uihefs. 
 
 4 Tho' I walk thro' th . vale, 
 
 Where death and .11 its terrors arc, 
 My heart : n 1 hope (hall never fail, 
 
 For God, my ihephcrd 's with me there. 
 
 5 Amidft the darknefs and the deeps 
 
 Thou art my comfort, thou my flay; 
 Thy flaff fupports my feebl< fteps, 
 Thy rod dire&s mj 
 
 6 The fons cf earth a hell 
 
 Gaze at tli; 
 To fee my table fpr i 
 
 With living brc: I ful wine. 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 7 [How I rejoice, when on my head 
 
 Thy fpirit condefcends to reft ! 
 'Tis a divine anointing fhed, 
 
 Like oil of gladnefs at a feaft. 
 
 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord 
 
 Attend his houfhold all their days ; 
 There will I dwell to hear his word, 
 
 To feek his face, and fing his praife.] 
 
 PSALM XXIII. Common Metre. 
 
 1 "TV/TY fhepherd will fupply my need, 
 XV A °Jeho<oab is his name ; 
 
 In paftures frefh he makes me feed, 
 Befide the living ftream. 
 
 2 He brings my wandering fpirit back 
 
 When I forfake his ways, 
 And leads me for his mercy's fake 
 In paths of truth and grace. 
 
 3 When I walk through the fhades of death, 
 
 Thy prefence is my ftay ; 
 
 One word of thy fupporting breath 
 
 Drives all my fears away. 
 
 4 Thy hand in fight of all my foes 
 
 Doth ftill my table fpread ; 
 My cup with bleffings overflows, 
 Thine oil anoints my head. 
 
 5 The fure provifions of my God 
 
 Attend me all my days ; 
 Oh may thy houfe be mine abode, 
 And all my work be praife I 
 
 6 There would I find a fettled reft, 
 
 (While others go and come) 
 No more a ftranger or a gueft, 
 But like a child at home. 
 
 PSALM XXIII. Short Metre, 
 
 I r TPHE Lord my fhepherd is, 
 
 JL I fhall be well fupply'd ; 
 
 Since he is mine and I am his, 
 
 What can I want belide I 
 
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58 P S A L M S. 
 
 a He leads me to the place 
 
 Where heavenly pafture grows, 
 Where living waters gently pafs, 
 And full falvation flows. 
 
 3 If e'er I go altray, 
 
 He doth my foul reclaim, 
 And guides me in his own right way, 
 For his moll holy name. 
 
 4 While he affords his aid, 
 
 I cannot yield to fear ; 
 Tho' I fhould walk thro' death's dark fhade, 
 My fhepherd's with me there. 
 
 5 Amid furrounding foes 
 
 Thou doll my table fpread, 
 My cup with bieffings overflows, 
 And joy exalts ny head. 
 
 6 The bounties of thy love 
 
 Shall crown my following days ; 
 Nor from thy houfe will I remove, 
 Nor ceafe to fpeak tby praife. 
 
 PSALM XXIV. Common Metre. 
 
 Dwelling ivith God. 
 
 I HPHE earth forever is the Lord's, 
 A With Adam's numerous race : 
 He rais'd its arches' o'er the floods, 
 • And built it on the leas. 
 
 % But who among the ions of men 
 May vifit thine abode ? 
 He that has hands from mifchief clean, 
 Whofe heart is right with God. 
 
 3 This is the man may rife and take 
 
 The blcflings of his grace ; 
 This is the lot of thofe that feek 
 The God of Jacob's face. 
 
 4 Now let our foul's immortal pow'rs, 
 
 To meet the Lord prepare, 
 Lift up their everlafiing doors, 
 The king of glory's near. 
 
PSALMS. 59 
 
 5 The king of glory ! who can tell 
 The wonders of his might ? 
 He rules the nations ; but to dwell 
 With faints is his delight. 
 
 PSALM XXIV. Long Metre. 
 
 Saints dtvell in heaven ; or, ChriJTs afcenjion. 
 
 I HPHIS fpacious earth is all the Lord's, 
 
 J. And men and worms, and beafts and birds ; 
 • He rais'd the building on the feas, 
 
 And gave it for their dwelling-place. 
 1 But there's a brighter world on high, 
 
 Thy palace, Lord, above the fky : 
 
 Who fhall afcend that blefs'd abode, 
 
 And dwell fo near his maker God ? 
 
 3 He that abhors and fears t8 fin, 
 
 Whofe heart is pure, whofe hands are clean, 
 Him fhall the Lord the Saviour blefs, 
 And clothe his foul with righteoufnefs. 
 
 4 Thefe are the men, the pious race, 
 That feek the God of Jacob's face ; 
 Thefe fhall enjoy the blifsful fight, 
 And dwell in everlafting light. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 Rejoice, ye mining worlds on high, 
 Behold the King of glory nigh ! 
 Who can this King of glory be ? 
 The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he. 
 
 6 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves difplay, 
 To make the Lord, the Saviour, way : 
 Laden with fpoils from earth and hell, 
 The Conqu'ror comes with God to dwell. 
 
 7 Rais'd from the dead in awful ftate, 
 He opens heav'n's eternal gate, 
 
 To give his faints a blefs'd abode 
 Near their Redeemer and their God, 
 
60 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XXV. ver. I,— n. Firft part. Short Metre. 
 Waiting for pardon and dirc&ion. 
 
 I T LIFT my foul to God, 
 X My truft is in his name ; 
 Let not my foes that feek my blood 
 Still triumph in my fhame. 
 
 a Sin, and the pow'rs of hell, 
 Perfuade me to defpair ; 
 Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well, 
 That I may 'fcape the fnare. 
 
 3 From beams of dawning light 
 
 'Till ev'ning fhades arife, 
 For thy falvation, 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 and kind, 
 
 The meek fhall learn his ways; 
 And ev'ry humble finner find 
 The methods of his grace. 
 
 6 For his own goodnefs' fake 
 
 He faves my foul from fhame ; 
 He pardons (though my guilt be great) 
 Through my Redeemer's name. 
 
 PSALM XXV. ver. 12, 14, io, 13. Secondpart. 
 Short Metre. 
 
 Divine injiruftion. 
 
 1 *f TTHERE fhall the man be found 
 VV That fears t' offend his God, 
 That loves the gofpel's joyful found, 
 And trembles at the rod ? 
 
 3 The Lord fhall make him know 
 The fecrets of his heart, 
 The wonders of his cov'nant fhew, 
 And all his love impart. 
 
PSALMS. 6e 
 
 3 The dealings of his pow'r 
 
 Are truth and mercy ftill, 
 With fuch as keep his cov'nant fure, 
 And love to do his will. 
 
 4 Their foul fhall dwell at eafe, 
 
 Before their Maker's face; 
 Their feed fhall take the promifes 
 In their extenfive grace. 
 
 PSALM XXV. ver. 15—22. Third part. Short Metre. 
 
 Dijtrefs of foul ; or, Baclfiding and defertion. 
 1 "jV/TINE eyes and my defire 
 ■1YI_ Are ever to the Lord ; 
 I love to plead his promis'd grace, 
 And reft upon his word. 
 a Turn, turn thee to my foul, 
 Bring thy falvation near ; 
 When will thy hand affift my feet 
 To 'fcape the deadly fnare ? 
 
 3 When fhall the fov'reign grace 
 
 Of my forgiving God 
 Reftore me from thofe dang'rous ways 
 My wand'ring feet have trod ? 
 
 4 The tumult of my thoughts 
 
 Loth but enlarge my woe ; 
 My fpirit languishes, my heart * 
 Is defolate and low. 
 
 5 With every morning light 
 
 My forrow new begins ; 
 
 Look on my anguifh and my pain, 
 
 And pardon all my fins. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 Behold, the hofts of hell, 
 
 How cruel is their hate ! 
 
 Againft my life they rife and join, 
 
 Their fury with deceit. 
 
 7 O keep my foul from death, 
 
 Nor put my hope to fhame ; 
 For I have plac'd my only truft 
 In my Redeemer's name. 
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6a PSALMS. 
 
 8 With humble faith I wait 
 To fee thy face again ; 
 Of Ifra'l it (hall ne'er be faid, 
 He fought the Lord in vain. 
 
 PSALM XXVI. Long Metnfc 
 Self-i xaminmtion ; or, Evidences of 
 
 1 JUDGE me, O Lord, and prove my ways, 
 J And try my reins, and try my heart ; 
 My faith upon thy promife lh<ys, 
 
 Nor from thy law my feet depart. 
 
 2 I hate to walk, I hate to fit, 
 
 With men of vanity and lies ; 
 The fcoffer and the hypocrite 
 
 Are the abhorrence of mine eyes. 
 
 3 Amongft thy faints will I appear 
 
 Array' d in robes of innocence ; 
 But when I ftand before thy bar, 
 
 The blood of Chrift is my defence. 
 
 4 I love thy habitation, Lord, 
 
 The temple where thine honours dwell ; 
 There fball I hear thy holy word, 
 
 And there thy works of wonder tell. 
 
 5 Let not my foul be join'd at laft 
 
 With men of treachery and blood, 
 Since I my days on earth have pafs'd 
 
 Among the faints, and near my God. 
 
 PSALM XXVII. v. 1,-6. Firft part. Common Meti 
 
 The Church is our delight and fafety, 
 I nnHE Lord of glory is my light, 
 JL And my ialvation too ; 
 God is my itrength ; nor will I fear 
 What all my foes can do. 
 
 % One privilege my heart defires, 
 O grant mc mine abode 
 Among the churchcr, of thy faints, 
 'J. he temples of my God ! 
 
PSALMS. 6$ 
 
 3 There fhall I offer my requcfts, 
 
 And Tee thy beauty fiill ; 
 Shall hear thy meffages of love, 
 And there enquire thy will. 
 
 4 When troubles rife, ard dorms appear, 
 
 There may his children hide ; 
 God has a ftrong pavilion, where 
 He makes my foul abide. 
 
 5 Now fhall my head be lifted high 
 
 Above my foes around, 
 And fongs of joy and victory 
 Within thy temple found. 
 
 PSALM XXVII. ver. 8, 9, 13, 14. 
 Second part. Common Metre. 
 
 Prayer and hope. 
 
 r QQOIS 
 kJ « Y 
 
 OON as I heard my father fay, 
 e children, feek my grace,'' 
 
 My heart reply'd without delay, 
 " I'll feek my Father's face/'' 
 
 % Let not thy face be hid from me, 
 Nor frown my foul away ; 
 God of my life, I fly to thee 
 In a diftrefling day. 
 
 3 Should friends and kindred near and dear 
 
 Leave me to want or die, 
 My God would make my life his care, 
 And all my need fupply. 
 
 4 My fainting fiefh had died with grief, 
 
 Had not my foul believ'd, 
 To fee thy grace provide relief, 
 Nor was my hope deceiv'd. 
 
 5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembliag faints. 
 
 And keep your courage up ; 
 
 He'll raife your fpirit when it faints 
 
 And far exceed your hope. 
 
<U PSALM S. 
 
 PSALM XXVIII. Long Metre. 
 
 God the refuge of the affdcled. 
 I ' I ^O thee, O Lcrd, I raife my cries ; 
 X My fervent prayer in mercy hear; 
 For ruin waits my trembling foul, 
 If thou refufe a gracious ear. 
 
 a When fuppliant tow'rd thy holy hill, 
 I lift my mournful hands to pray, 
 Afford thy grace, nor drive me ftill 
 With impious hypocrites away. 
 
 3 To fons of falfehood, that defpife 
 
 The works and wonders of thy reigfi, 
 Thy vengeance gives the due reward, 
 
 And finks their fouls to endlefs pain. 
 
 4 But ever bleffed be the Lord, 
 
 Whofe mercy hears my mournful voice, 
 My heart that trufted in his word, 
 In his falvation fhall rejoice. 
 
 5 Let every faint, in fore diftrefs, 
 
 By faith approach his Saviour God ; 
 Then grant, O Lord, thy pard'ning grace, 
 
 And feed thy church with heavenly food. 
 
 PSALM XXIX. Long Metre. 
 
 Storm and Thunder. 
 I f~V IVE to the Lord, ye fons of fame, 
 V_X Give to the Lord renown and power, 
 Afcribe due honours to his name, 
 And his eternal might adore, 
 a The Lord proclaims his power aloud 
 Thro' every ocean, every land ; 
 His voice divides the wat'ry cloud, 
 
 And lightnings blaze at his command. 
 3 He fpeaks, and tempeft, hail and wind, 
 Lay the wide foreft bare around ; 
 The fearful hart and frighted hind 
 Leap at the terror of the found. 
 
PSALMS. 65 
 
 4 To Lebanon he turns his voice ; 
 
 And lo, the flutely cedars break : 
 The mountains tremble at the noife, 
 
 The vallies roar, the defarts quake. 
 
 5 The Lord fits fov' reign on the flood, 
 
 The Thund'rer reigns forever king ; 
 But makes his church his bleft abode, 
 Where we his awful glories fing. 
 
 6 In gentler language, there the Lord 
 
 The counfel of his grace imparts : 
 Amidfb the raging dorm, his word 
 
 Speaks peace and courage to our hearts. 
 
 P S A L M XXX. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 Sicknefs healed, and Jorroivs removed. 
 
 1 T WILL extol thee, Lord, on high, 
 X 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, and prove 
 How large his grace, how kind his love ; 
 Let all your pow'rs rejoice, and trace 
 The wond'rous records of his grace. 
 
 3 His anger but a moment (lays ; 
 His love is life and length of days : 
 Though grief and tears the night employ 
 The morning flar refcores the joy. 
 
 PSALM XXX. ver. 6. Second part. Long Metre. 
 Health, Jicknefs, and recovery. 
 
 1 T^IRM was my health, my day was bright, 
 A And I prefum'd 'twould ne'er be night ; 
 Fondly I faid within my heart, 
 
 " Pleafure and peace fhall ne'er depart." 
 
 2 But I forgot thine arm was llrong, 
 Which made my mountain {land fo long j 
 Soon as thy face began to hide, 
 
 My health was gone, my comforts died. 
 
 3 I cried aloud to the£ my God ; 
 
 " What canft thou profit by my blood ? 
 
 " Deep in the dufl can I declare 
 
 *" Thy truth, or fine thy gootlnefs there ? 
 
66 PSAL M S. 
 
 4 " Hear mc, O God of grace/' I faid, 
 
 " And bring me from among the dead :" 
 Thy word rcbuk'd the pains I felt, 
 Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt. 
 
 5 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe, 
 Are turn'd to joy and praifes now ; 
 
 I throw my faekcloth on the ground, 
 And eafe and gladnefs gird me round. 
 
 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame, 
 Shall ne'er be fdent of thy name ; 
 
 Thy praife fhall found through earth and heav'n, 
 For ficknefs heal'd, and fins forgiv'n. 
 
 PSALM XXXI. ver.5, 13,— 19,22, 23. Firft part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Deliverance fro?n death. 
 
 1 r_ p i O thee, O God of truth and love, 
 
 X My fpirit I commit ; 
 Thou haft redeem'd my foul from death, 
 And fav'd me from the pit. 
 
 2 Defpair and comfort, hope and fear, 
 
 Maintain'd a doubtful firife ; 
 While forrow, pain and fin confpir'd 
 To take away my life. 
 
 3 " My time is in thy hand," I cried, 
 
 " Though I draw near the duft :" 
 Thou art the refuge where I hide, 
 The God in whom I truft. 
 
 4 O make thy reconciled face 
 
 Upon thy fervant fhine. 
 And fave me for thy mercy's fake, 
 For I'm entirely thine. 
 
 P A U S E. 
 
 5 'Twas in my hafte, my fpirit laid, 
 
 " I muft defpair and die, 
 " I am cut off before thine eye* ;" 
 But thou haft heard my cry. 
 
 6 Thy goodnefs, how divinely free ! 
 
 How fweet thy imiling face, 
 To thofe that fear thy majefty, 
 Aad trull thy promii'd grace I 
 
PSALMS. 6y 
 
 7 Oil love the Lord, all ye his faints, 
 And fing his praifes loud ; 
 He'll bend his ear to your complaints* 
 And recompenfe the proud. 
 
 PSALM XXXI. ver. 7,-33. n — 21. Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Deliverance from Jlander and reproach. 
 
 1 1\/|"Y heart rejoices in thy name, 
 lVl My God, my heav'nly truft ; 
 Thou haft preferv'd me free from fhame, 
 
 Mine honor from the duft. 
 
 2 " My life is fpent with grief," I cried, 
 
 " My years confum'd in groans, 
 
 " My ftrength decays, mine eyes are dried, 
 
 " And forrowwailes my bones." 
 
 3 Among mine enemies my name 
 
 A proverb vile was grown, 
 While to my neighbours I became 
 Forgotten and unknown. 
 
 4 Slander and fear on ev'ry fide 
 
 Seiz'd and befet me round, 
 I to thy throne of grace applied, 
 And fpeedy refcue found. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 How great deliverance haft thou wrought 
 
 Before the fons of men ! 
 The lying lips to filence brought, 
 And made their boafting vain ! 
 
 6 Thy children from the ftrife of tongues, 
 
 Shall thy pavilion hide, 
 Guard them from infamy and wrongs, 
 And crufh the fons of pride. 
 
 7 Within thy fecret prefence, Lord, 
 
 Let me for ever dwell : 
 
 No fenced city wall'd and barr'd 
 
 Secures a faint fo well. 
 
68 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XXXII. Short Metre. 
 Forgivenefi of Jim upon confeffion. 
 I r\H bleffed fouls arc they 
 
 v^/ Whofe fins are cover'd o'er ! 
 Divinely ble&'d to whom the Lord 
 Imputes their guilt no more. 
 « They mourn their follies pad, 
 
 And keep their hearts with care, 
 Their lips and lives without deceit 
 Shall prove their faith fmcere. 
 
 3 Whi|s I cone al'd my guilt, 
 
 I felt the fefFriiig wound, 
 'Till I conielVd my fins to thee, 
 And ready pardon found. 
 
 4 Let finners learn to pray, 
 
 Let faints fceep near the throne; 
 Our help in times of deep difticib 
 Is IV and in God alone. 
 
 P S A L M XXXII. Common Metre. 
 Free pur Jon and Jincere obedience ; or, Confejion andfoi 
 givenefs. 
 
 I TTOW blefs'd the man to whom his God 
 JLJ. No more imputes his fin, 
 But wanYd in the Redeemer's blood, 
 Hath made his garments clean ! 
 a And blefs'd beyond expreffion he 
 
 Whofe debts are thus difcharg'd ; 
 While from the guilty bondage free 
 He feels his foul enlarged. 
 
 3 His fpirit hates deceit and lies, 
 
 His words are all fmcere ; 
 He guards his heart, he guards his eyes, 
 To keep his confeience clear. 
 
 4 While I my inward guilt fuppreft, 
 
 No quiet could I find ; 
 Thy wrath lay burning in my bread, 
 And ruck'd my tortur'd mind. 
 
PSALMS. 69 
 
 5 Then I confefs'd my troubled thoughts, 
 
 My fecret fins reveal'd, 
 Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults, 
 Thy grace my pardon feaFd. 
 
 6 This fhall invite thy faints to pray ; 
 
 When like a raging flood 
 Temptations rife, our ftrength and ftay 
 Is a forgiving God. 
 
 PSALM XXXII. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 Repentance and free pardon i or, J upijication and fanclifif 
 
 B 
 
 LESS'D is the man, forever blefsM, 
 Whofe guilt is pardon'd by his God, 
 Whofe fins with forrow are confefs'd, 
 
 And covered with his Saviour's blood. 
 
 a Before his judgment feat the Lord 
 
 No more permits his crimes to rife ; 
 He pleads no merit of reward, 
 
 And not on works, but gts.ce, 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 fincere. 
 
 4 How glorious is that righteoufhefs 
 
 That hides and cancels all his fins ? 
 While a bright evidence of grace 
 
 Through ail his life appears and fliines. 
 
 PSALM XXXII. Second part. Long Metre. 
 
 A guilty confeience eafed by confejjton and pardon. 
 
 I TTTHILE I keep filence,and conceal 
 V V My heavy guilt within my heart, 
 What torments doth my confeience feel ! 
 What agonies of inward fmart ! 
 
 3 I fpread my fins before the Lord, 
 
 And all my fecret faults confefs ; 
 Thy gofpel fpeaks a pardoning word, 
 Thine holy fpirit ftals the grace. 
 
70 PSALMS. 
 
 3 For this fhall every humble foul 
 
 Make fyvift addreffes to thy feat ; 
 When floods of huge temptations roll, 
 
 There fhall they find a blelVd retreat. 
 
 4 How fafe between thy wings I lie, 
 
 When days grow dark, and, ftorms appear ! 
 And when I walk, thy watchful eye 
 
 Shall guide me fafe from ev'ry fnare. 
 
 PSALM XXXIII. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 
 Works of Creation and Providence. 
 1 "O EJOICE, ye righteous, in the Lord, 
 XV This work belongs to you : 
 Sing of his name, his ways, his word, 
 How holy, juft and true ! 
 1 His mercy and his righteoufnefs 
 
 Let heaven and earth proclaim ; 
 His works of nature and of grace 
 Reveal his wond'rous name. 
 
 3 His word, with energy divine, 
 
 Thofe heav'nly arches fpread, 
 Bade ftarry hofts around them fhine, 
 And light the heav'ns pervade. 
 
 4 He taught the fwelling waves to flow 
 
 To their appointed deep ; 
 
 Bade raging feas their limits know, 
 
 And ftill their ftation keep. 
 
 5 Ye tenants of the fpacious earth, 
 
 With fear before him ftand ; 
 He fpake, and nature took its birth, 
 And refts on his command. 
 
 6 He fcorns the angry nations* rage, 
 
 And breaks their vain defigns; 
 His counfel flands through ev'ry age, 
 And in full glory fhines. 
 
 PSALM XXXIII.' Second part. Common Metre. 
 
 Creatures vain, and God all-Juffcient. 
 I T)LESS'D is the nation, where the Lord 
 JO Hath fix'd his gracious throne ; 
 Where he reveals his heav'nly word, 
 And calls their tribes bis own. 
 
PSALMS. 71 
 
 4 His eye, with infinite furvey, 
 
 Does the whole world behold ; 
 He form'd us all of equal clay, 
 And knows our feeble mould. 
 
 3 Kings are not refcu'd by the force 
 
 Of armies from the grave ; 
 Nor fpeed nor courage of an horfe 
 Can his bold rider fave. 
 
 4 Vain is the ftrength of beafts or men, 
 
 Nor fprings our fafety thence ; 
 But holy fons from God obtain 
 A ftrong and fure defence. 
 
 5 God is their fear, and God their truft : 
 
 When plagues or famine fpread, 
 His watchful eye fecures the juft., 
 Among ten thoufand dead. 
 
 6 Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice, 
 
 And blefs us from thy throne ; 
 For we have made thy word our choice^ 
 And truft thy grace alone. 
 
 PSAL M XXXIII. As the 113th Pfaim. Firft part. 
 
 Works of Creation and Providence. 
 
 I ^ViT'E holy fouls, in God rejoice, 
 
 X Your Maker's praife becomes your voice, 
 Great is your theme, your fongs be new ; 
 Sing of his name, his word, his ways, 
 His works of nature, and of grace, 
 How wife and holy, juft and true ! 
 1 Behold, to earth's remoteft ends 
 
 His goodnefs flows, his truth extends ; 
 
 His pow'r the heav'nly arches fpread ; 
 His word, with energy divine, 
 Bade ftarry hofts around them fhine, 
 
 And light the circling heav'ns pervade, 
 3 His hand collects the flowing feas ; 
 
 Thofe wat'ry treafures know their place, 
 And fill the ftore-houfe of the deep : 
 He fpake and gave all nature birth ; 
 And fires and feas, and heav'n and earth, 
 His everlafting orders keep. 
 
7» PSALMS. 
 
 4 Let mortals tremble and adore 
 A God of fuch refiftlei's *pow'r, 
 
 Nor dare indulge their feeble rage : 
 Vain are your thoughts, and weak your hands, 
 But his eternal counfel ftands, 
 
 And rules the world from age to age. 
 
 PSALM XXXIII. As the 113th Pfalm. Second part. 
 
 Creatures vain, and God all-f/Jfcicnt. 
 I /^\H happy nation, where the Lord 
 \^J Reveals the treafure of his word 
 
 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. 
 
 a Let kings rely upon their hoft, 
 
 And of his ftrength the champion boaft ; 
 
 In vain they boaft, 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 arm of our almighty Lord 
 Doth more fecure defence afford, 
 
 When deaths or danger threat'ning ftand : 
 Thy watchful eye preferves the juft, 
 Who make thy name their fear and truft, 
 
 When wars or famine wafte the land. 
 
 4 In ficknefs, or the bloody field, 
 Our great phyfician and our fhield 
 
 Shall fend falvation from his throne ; 
 We wait to fee thy goodnefs fhine ; 
 Let us rejoice in help divine, 
 
 For all our hope is God alone. 
 
 PSALM XXXIV. Firftpart. Long Metre. 
 God's care of the faints ; or, Deliverance by prayer, 
 I T ORD, I will blefs thee all my days, 
 _Li Thy praife fhall dwell upon my tongue : 
 My foul (hall glory in thy grace, 
 
 While faints rejoice to hear the fong. 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 % Come, magnify the Lord with me, 
 Let ev'ry heart exalt his name ; 
 I fought th' eternal God, and he 
 
 Has not exposed my hope to fhame. 
 
 3 I told him all my fecret grief, 
 
 My fecret groaning reach'd his ears ; 
 He gave my inward pains relief, 
 
 And calm'd the tumult of my fears. 
 
 4 To him the poor lift up their eyes, 
 
 With heav'nly joy their faces mine, 
 A beam of mercy from the fkies 
 
 Fills them with light and love divine. 
 
 5 His holy angels pitch their tents 
 
 Around the men that ferve the Lord ; 
 Oh fear and love him, all his faints, 
 
 Tafte of his grace, and truft his word. 
 
 6 The wild young lions, pinch'd with pain 
 
 And hunger roar through all the wood ; 
 But none fhall feek the Lord in vain, 
 Nor want fuppiies of real good. 
 
 PSALM XXXIV. ver. n,— Z2 . Second part. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Religious education ; or, Injlruclions of piety. 
 
 1 /^ HILDREN 5 in years and knowledge young, 
 \-A Your parents' hope, your parents' joy, 
 Attend the counfels of my tongue, ' 
 
 Let pious thoughts your minds employ. 
 
 2 Tf you defire a length of days, 
 
 And peace to crown your mortal ftate, 
 Reftri in your feet from impious ways, 
 Your lips from fiander and deceit. 
 • 3 The eyes of God regard his faints, 
 His ears are open to their cries ; 
 He fets his frowning face againft 
 The foils of violence and lies. 
 4 To humble fouls and broken hearts 
 
 God with his grace is ever nigh ; 
 Pardon and hope his love imparts" 
 
 When men in deep contrition lie. 
 G 
 
 73 
 
74 
 
 PSALMS. 
 
 5 He tells their tea;-s, he counts their groan*. 
 His Son m eems their fouls from death, 
 His fpirit hrals their broken hones, 
 
 His piaife employs their tuneful breath. 
 
 PSALM XXXIV. ver. I,— 10. Firft parr. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Prayer and i raifc for eminent deliverance* 
 
 1 T'LL blefs the Lord from- day to day 
 X How good are all his ways ! 
 Ye humble fouls that ufe to pray, 
 Comej help my lips to praife. 
 
 a Sing to the honor of his name, 
 How a poor % fuff'rer cry'd 
 Nor was his hope expos'd to fhame, 
 Nor was his fuit deny'd. 
 
 3 When threat'ning forrows round me flood, 
 And endlefs fears arofe, 
 Like the loud billows of a flood, 
 Redoubling all my woes : 
 
 4. I told the Lord my fore diftrefs, 
 
 With heavy groans and tears ; 
 He gave my fharpeft torments eafe, 
 And filcac'd all my fears. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 [5 O finners, come and talle his love r 
 Come, learn Els picafant ways, 
 And let your own experience prove 
 The fweetnefs of his grace. 
 
 6 He bids the angels pitch their tents 
 
 Round where his children dwell : 
 What ills their hcav'nly cares prevent 
 No earthly tongue can tell.] 
 
 [7 O love the Lord, ye faints of hi* ; 
 His eye regards the juft ! 
 How iichly bleft th>ir portion is 
 
 Who make the Lord their trufi; !' 
 
 8 Young lions, pinch'd with hunger, roar, 
 And famifh in the wood : 
 But God fupplies his holy poor 
 With every needful good.] 
 
PSALMS. 75 
 
 PSALM XXXIV. ver. n, — 22. Second part, 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Exhortation to peace and lolinefs. 
 
 COME, children, learn to fear the Lord, 
 And that your days be long, 
 Let not a falfe or fpiteful word 
 Be found upon ycur tongue. 
 
 C Depart from mifchief, pracHfe love, 
 Purfue the words of peace : 
 So fhall the Lord your ways approve, 
 And fet your fouls at eafe. 
 
 3 His eyes awake to guard the jnft, 
 
 His ears attend their cry : 
 
 When broken fpirits dwell in duft, 
 
 The God of grace is nigh. 
 
 4 What though the forrows here they tafte 
 
 Are fharp and tedious too, 
 The Lord, who faves them all at laft, 
 Is their fupporter now. 
 
 5 Evil fhall fmite the wicked dead ; 
 
 But God fe cures his own, 
 Prevents the mifchief when they Hide, 
 Or heals the broken bone. 
 
 6 When defolation, like a flood, 
 
 O'er the proud finner rolls, 
 Saints find a refuge in their God, 
 For he" redeemed their foals. 
 
 PSALM XXXV. ver. 12,13,14. Common Metre, 
 
 Love to enemies ; or, Toe love of Chrifl to ftnners 
 typified, in David. 
 
 * T>EHOLD the love, the generous leve, 
 J3 That holy David fhows : 
 Behold his kind companion move 
 For his afflicled fees ! 
 2- When they are fick his foul complains, 
 And feems to feel the fmart ; 
 The fpirit of the gofpel reigns, 
 And aaelts his pious heart. 
 
76 PSA L M S. 
 
 3 How did his flowing tears condole, 
 
 As for a brother dead ! 
 And falling mortify'd his foul, 
 
 White For their life he pray'd. 
 
 4 They groan'd, and curs'd him on their bed, 
 
 pleads and mourns; 
 And double bleffings on his head 
 The righteous God returns. 
 
 5 O glorious type of heav'nly gr 
 
 Thus Chrift th< . 
 While finners curfe, the .Saviour prays, 
 And pities them with tears. 
 
 6 He, the true David, IfraeFs king, 
 
 BlefsM and belov'd of God, 
 To fave us rebels dead in fin 
 
 Pay'd his own deareft blood. 
 
 PSALM XXXVI. vcr. 5,-9. Long Metre. 
 
 Ti\ ■ >>crf cell ons and providence of , God ; or, General provi- 
 dence and fpecial grace. 
 
 1 TJ" IG ^ m tne ncav '' n S eternal God, 
 jL\L Thy goodnefs in full glory fhincs; 
 Thy truth ihall break through ev'ry cloud 
 That veils aud darkens thy defigns. 
 
 % Forever firm thy juftice ftands, 
 
 As mountains their foundations keep ; 
 Wife are the wonders of thy hands, 
 
 Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 
 
 3 Thy providence is kind and large, 
 
 man and bead thy bounty fhare.; 
 The whole creation is thy charge, 
 But faints are thy peculiar care. 
 
 4 My God ! how excellent thy g ace ; 
 
 Whence all our hope and comfort fprings ; 
 The fons of Adam in difrxefs 
 
 Fly to the fhadow of thy wings. 
 
 5 From the provifions of thy houfe 
 
 W< (hall be fed with fweet repaft ; 
 There mercy, like a river, flows, 
 
 -rings falvation to our taftc. 
 
PSAL M S. s 77 
 
 4 Life like a fountain rich and free, 
 
 Springs from the prcfence of my Lord ; 
 And in thy light our fouls mall fee 
 
 The glories promis'd in thy word. 
 
 PSALM XXXVI. v. 1,2,5,6,7,9. Common Metre. 
 
 Practical atheifm expifed ; or, The being and attributes of 
 God ajfertcd. 
 
 I TTTHILE men -grow bold in wicked ways, 
 VV And yet a God they own, 
 My heart within me often fays, 
 
 " Their thoughts believe there's none." 
 
 a Their thoughts and ways at once declare, 
 
 (Whate'er their lips profefs) 
 
 God hath no wrath for them to fear, 
 
 Nor will they feek his grace. 
 
 3 How ftrange felf-fiattery blinds their eyes ! 
 
 But there's a haft'ning hour 
 When they fhall fee with fore furprife, 
 The terrors of thy pow'r. 
 
 4 Thy juftice fhall maintain its throne, 
 
 Though mountains melt away ; 
 Thy judgments are a world unknown, 
 A deep unfathom'd fea. 
 
 5 Above thefe heav'ns' created rounds 
 
 Thy mercies, Lord, extend ; 
 
 Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds 
 
 Where time and nature end. 
 
 6 Safety to man thy goodnefs brings, 
 
 Nor overlooks the beaft ; 
 Eeneath the fhadow of thy wings 
 Thy children chufe to reft. 
 
 [7 From thee, when creature-ftreams run low, 
 And mortal comforts die, 
 Perpetual fprings of life fhall flow, 
 And raife our pleafures high. 
 
 8 Though all created light decay, 
 
 And death clofe up our eyes, 
 Thy prefence makes eternal day, 
 Where clouds can never rife.] 
 G % 
 
7 8 PSALM S. 
 
 PSALM XXXVI. ver. 1,-7. Short Metre. 
 The •wickednefs of man, and the majejly of God ; or, Rrac 
 tical atheifm expofed. 
 
 1 "\X7" HEN man g row s bold in fin, 
 V V My heart within me cries, 
 " He hath no faith of God within, 
 " Nor fear before his eyes." 
 [a He walks awhile conceal'd 
 
 In a felf-flatt'ring dream, 
 Till his dark crimes, at once reveal'd, 
 Expofe his hateful name.] 
 
 3 His heart is falfe and foul, 
 
 His words are fmooth and fair • 
 WifHom is banihYdfrom his foul, 
 And leaves no goodnefs there. 
 
 4 He plots upon his hed 
 
 New mifchiefs to fulfil ; 
 He fets his heart, and hand, and head, 
 To pra&ife all that's ill. 
 
 5 But there's a dreadful God, 
 
 Though men renounce his fear ; 
 Hisjuftice hid behind the cloud 
 Shall one great day appear. 
 
 6 His truth tranfeends the fky, 
 
 In heav'n his mercies dwell ; 
 Deep "as the fea his judgments lie, 
 His anger burns to hell. 
 
 7 How excellent his love, 
 
 Whence all our fafety fprings ! 
 O ne*er let my foul remove 
 
 From underneath his wings ! 
 
 PSALM XXXVII. ver. 1,-15. Firfl part. 
 Common Metre. 
 The cure of envy, fretful,, fs, and unbelief; or, The 
 •wards of the righteous and the wicked, 
 
 1 W"*?y fhouId T vcx my r ° ui ' ;md frct 
 
 > V To fee the wicked rife , ? 
 Or envy finners waxing great 
 3y violence and lies. 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 2 As flow'ry grafs cut down at noon, 
 
 Before the ev'ning fades, 
 So fhall their glories vanifh foon 
 In everlafting fhades. 
 
 3 Then let me make the Lord my truft, 
 
 And praclife all that's good ; 
 So fhall I dwell among the juft, 
 And he'll provide me food. 
 
 4 I to my God my ways commit, 
 
 And chearful wait his will : 
 Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet, 
 Shall my defires fulfil. 
 
 5 Mine innocence (halt thou difplay, 
 
 And make thy judgments known, 
 Fair as the light of dawning day, 
 And glorious as the noon. 
 
 6 The meek at laft the earth poffefs, 
 
 And are the heirs of heav'n ; 
 True riches, with abundant peace, 
 To humble fouls are giv'n. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 Reft in the Lord, and keep his way, 
 
 Nor let your anger rife, 
 Though providence fhould long delay 
 To punifh haughty vice. 
 
 8 Let finners join to break your peace, 
 
 And plot, and jage, and foam ; 
 
 The Lord derides them, for he fees 
 
 Their day of vengeance come. 
 
 9 They have drawn out the threatening fword, 
 
 Have bent the murderous bow, 
 To flay the men that fear the Lord, 
 And bring the righteous low. 
 
 10 My God fhall break their bows, and burn 
 
 Their perfecuting darts, 
 Shall their own fwords againft them turn ; 
 And pierce their ftubborn hearts. 
 
So PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XXXVII. ver. 16, 21, 26,— 31. Sesond part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Charity to the poor ; or, Religion in ivords and deeds. 
 
 1 "\T7"HY do the wealthy wicked boaft, 
 
 VV And grow profanely bold ? 
 The meaneft portion of the juit 
 Excels the finners' gold, 
 
 2 The wicked borrows of his friends, 
 
 But ne'er defigns to pay, 
 The (aint is merciful, and lends, 
 Nor turns the poor away. 
 
 3 I lis alms, with lib'ral heart, hegrves 
 
 Amongft the Ions of need ; 
 His mem'ry to long ages lives, 
 And blefTed is his kc<\. 
 
 4 His lips abhor to talk profane, 
 
 To flander or defraud ; 
 His ready tongue declares to men 
 What he has learn'd of God. 
 
 5 The law and gofpel of the Lord 
 
 Deep in his heart abide ; 
 
 Led by the Spirit and the Word, 
 
 His feet fhall never Aide. 
 
 6 When Tinners fall, the righteous ftand 
 
 Preferv'd from ev'ry fnare ; 
 They fhall poffefs the promis'd land, 
 And dwell forever there. 
 
 PSALM XXXVII. ver. 23,-37. Third part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 'The ivay and end of the righteous and ivicied. 
 
 1 "IV /TY God, the fteps of pious men 
 1VX Are order'd by thy will 5 
 Though they fhould fall, they rife again, 
 
 Thy hand fupports them fliil. 
 
 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 Love* 
 
PSALMS. 8: 
 
 3 The heav'nly heritage is theirs, 
 
 Their portion and their home ; 
 He feafts them now, and makes them heirs 
 Of bleiTings long to come. 
 
 4 Wait on the Lord, ye fons of men, 
 
 Nor fear when tyrants frown ; 
 Ye fhall confefs their pride # was vain, 
 When juftice cafts them down. 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 The haughty finner have I feen, 
 
 Not fearing man nor God, 
 
 Like a tall hay-tree fair and green, 
 
 Spreading his arms abroad. 
 
 6 And lo, he vanifh'd from the ground, 
 
 Deftroy'd by hands unfeen ; 
 Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf, was found, 
 Where all that pride had been. 
 
 7 But mark the man of righteoufnefs, 
 
 His fev'ral fteps attend ; 
 True pleafure runs through all his ways, 
 And peaceful is his end. 
 PSALM XXXVIII. Common Metre. 
 Guilt of confekna and relief; or, Repentance and prayt 
 for pardon and health. 
 
 1 /\ MIDST thy wrath remember love, 
 Jl\- Reftore thy fervant, Lord, 
 
 Nor let a Father's chaft'ning prove 
 Like an avenger's fword. 
 
 2 Thine arrows flick within my heart, 
 
 My fiefh is forely prefsM : 
 Between the forrow and the fmart 
 My fpirit finds no reft. 
 
 3 My fins a heavy load appear, 
 
 And o'er my head are gone ; 
 Too heavy they for me to bear, 
 Too hard for me t' atone. 
 
 4 My thoughts are like a troubled fea, 
 
 That fink my comforts down ; 
 And I go mourning all the day 
 Beneath my Father's frown. 
 
- 1' S A 1. M S. 
 
 5 Lord, I atn wcaken'd and difmay'd, 
 
 None of my powers are whole ; 
 My wound* with piercing anguifh bleed, 
 _'lhe anguifh of my foul. 
 
 6 All my defires to thee are known, 
 
 Thine eye counts every tear, 
 And ev'ry fi^h, and ev'ry groan, 
 Is notic'd by throe ear. 
 
 7 Thou art my God, my only hope, 
 
 My God will hear my cry; 
 My God will bear my fpirit up 
 When Satan bids me die. 
 [8 My fees rejoice whene'er I Aide, 
 1 o fee my virtue fail ; 
 They raife their pleafure and their pride 
 Whene'er their wiles prevail. 
 
 9 But Til confer? my guilty ways, 
 
 And grieve for all my fin ; 
 I'll mourn how weak the feeds of grace, 
 And beg fupport divine. 
 
 10 My Cod, forgive my follies paft, 
 
 And be forever nigh ; 
 O Lord of my falvation, hafte, 
 Eefore thy fervant die.] 
 
 PSALM XXXIX. ver. I, 2, 3. Firft part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 JVatdftlftpfs over the tongue ; or, Prudence and zeal. 
 I HPHUS I refolv'd before the Lord, 
 X " Now will I watch my tongue, 
 " Left I let flip one finful word, 
 
 " Or do my neighbour wrong." 
 a Whene'er conftrain'd a while to flay 
 With men of life profane, 
 I'll fet a double guard that day, 
 Nor let my talk be vain. 
 3 I'll fcarce allow my lips to fpeak 
 The pious thoughts I feel, 
 Left fcoffers fhould th' occafion take 
 To mock my holy zeal. 
 
 J 
 
PSALMS. S3 
 
 4 Yet if fome proper hour appear, 
 I'll not be overaw'd, 
 But let the fcpfling finners hear 
 That we can ipeak for God. 
 
 PSALM XXXIX. ver. 4,5,6, 7. Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The vanity of man as mortal. 
 
 I HPEACH me the meafure of my days, 
 JL Thou Maker of my frame ; 
 I would furvey life's narrow fpace, 
 And learn how fiail I am. 
 
 a A fpan is all that we can boalt, 
 An inch or two of time ; < 
 Man is but vanity and dull 
 
 In all his flower and prime. 
 
 3 See the vain race of mortals move 
 
 Like fhadows o'er the plain ; 
 They rage and flrive, defire and love, 
 But all the noife is vain. 
 
 4 Some walk in honor's gaudy fhow, 
 
 Some dig for golden ore, 
 They toil for heirs, they know not who* 
 And ftraight are feen no more. 
 
 5 What mould I wifh or wait for then 
 
 From creatures, earth and dull ? 
 They make our expectations vain, 
 And difappoint our trull. 
 
 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, 
 
 My fond defires recall : 
 I give my mortal interell up, 
 And make my God my all. 
 
 PSALM XXXIX. ver. 9,-13. Third par*. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Sick-bed devotion ; or, Pleading without fepining, 
 
 I /^* OD of my life, look gently down, 
 VJT Behold the pains I feel ; 
 But I am dumb before thy throne, 
 Nor dare difpute thy will. 
 
84 PSALMS. 
 
 a Difeafea arc thy fervants, Lord, 
 
 Thejf come at thy command ; 
 
 I'll not attempt a murm'ring word 
 
 Againft thy chaii'ning hand. 
 
 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, 
 
 Remove thy Iharp rehukes : 
 My ftrength confumes, my fpirit dies, 
 Through thy repeated ftrokes. 
 
 4 Crufh'd as a moth beneath thy hand, 
 
 We moulder to the duft : 
 Our feeble powers can ne'er withftand, 
 And all our beauty's loft. 
 
 5 I'm but a ftranger here below, 
 
 As all my fathers were ; 
 May I be well prepar'd to go, 
 When I thy fummons hear ! 
 
 6 Bnt if my life be fpar'd a while 
 
 Before my laft remove, 
 Thy praife fhall be my bus'nefs ftill, 
 And I'll declare thy love. 
 
 PSALM XL. ver. I, a, 3,5, 17. Fir ft part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 A Jong of deliverance from great </<,. 
 
 I T WAITED patient for the Lord, 
 J. He bow'd to hear my cry ; 
 He law me refting on his \ 
 
 And brought falvation nigh. 
 
 % He rai:,\! me from a horrid pit, 
 
 Where mourning long i lay, 
 
 And from my bonds releas'd my feet, 
 
 Deep bonds of mirey clay. 
 
 3 Firm on ;i rock he made me (band, 
 
 And taught my chearful tongue 
 To praife tin- wonders of his hand, 
 
 In a new thankful fong. 
 
 4 I'll fpread his works of grace abroad; 
 
 The faints with joy fhall h< ar, 
 Anil Gnners learn to make my God 
 'i'lieir only hope and fear. 
 
PSAL M S. g 5 
 
 5 How many are thy thoughts of love ; 
 
 Thy mercies, Lord, how great ! 
 "We have not words nor hours enough 
 Their numbers to repeat. 
 
 6 When I'm afflicted, poor and lew, 
 
 And light and peace depart, 
 My God beholds my heavy woe, 
 And bears me on his heart. 
 
 PSALM XL. ver. 6, — 9. Second part. Common Metre, 
 
 The incarnation and facrifice of Chrijl. 
 
 I r & "TIUS faith the Lord, " Your work is vain, 
 JL " Give your burnt-offering o'er, 
 " In dying goats and bullocks flain 
 " My foul delights no more.'-' 
 
 3 Then fpake the Saviour, " Lo, I'm here, 
 " My God, to do thy will ; 
 " Whate'er thy facred books declare, 
 « Thy fervant lhall fulfil. 
 
 3 " Thy love is ever in my fight, 
 
 " I keep it near my heart ; 
 " Mine eyes are open'd with delight 
 " To what thy lips impart." 
 
 4 And fee ! the blefs'd Redeemer comes! 
 
 Th' eternal Son appears, 
 
 And at th' appointed time affumes 
 
 The body God prepares. 
 
 5 Much he reveal' d his Father's grace, 
 
 And much his truth he fhew'd, 
 And preached the way of righteoufnefs 
 Where great affemblies ftood. 
 
 6 His Father's honor touch'd his heart ; 
 
 He pitied finners' cries, 
 And to fulfil a Saviour's part 
 Was made a facrifice. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 No blood of beafts on altars fhed 
 
 Could wafh the confidence clean. 
 But the rich facrifice he paid 
 Atones for all our fin. 
 H 
 
86 PS A L M S. 
 
 8 Then was the great falvation fpread, 
 And Satan's kingdom fhcok ; 
 Thus by the woman's promis'd feed 
 The ferpent's head was broke. 
 
 PSALM XL. ver. 5,— io. v Long Metre. 
 Cbr'ijl our facrljice. 
 1 ' I 'HE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, 
 1. Exceed our praife, furmount our thought; 
 
 Should I attempt the long detail, 
 
 My fpeech would faint, my numbers fail. 
 % No blood of beafts, on altars fpilt, 
 
 Can cleanfe the fouls of men from guilt ; 
 
 But thou hall fet before our eyes 
 
 An all-fufficient facrifice. 
 
 3 Lo ! thine eternal Son appears, 
 To thy defigns he bows ins ears 
 Affumes a body well prepar'd, 
 And well performs a work fo hard. 
 
 4 " Behold I come/' the Saviour cries, 
 With love and duty in his eyes ; 
 
 " I come to bear the heavy load 
 
 " Of fins, and do thy will, my God. 
 
 5 " 'Tis written in thy great decree, 
 " 'Tis inlhy book foretold of me; 
 " I muft fulfil the Saviour's part ; 
 
 " And, lo ! thy law is in my heart. 
 
 6 " I'll magnify thy holy law, 
 
 " And rebels to obedience draw, 
 
 " When on my crefs I'm lifted high, 
 
 " Or to my crown above the fky. 
 
 7 " The Spirit fhall defcend and mow 
 
 " What thou haft done, and what I do ; 
 
 " The wond'ring world mall learn thy grace, 
 
 " And ail creation tune thy praife." 
 
 PSALM XLI. ver. r, 2, 3. Long Metre. 
 
 Charity to the poor ; or, Pity to the ajJliScd. 
 
 1 ~\X}'^^ - iS l ^ e man whofe breaft can move, 
 J. J And melt with pity to the poor, 
 Whofc foul, by fympathiaing love, 
 
 Feell wii.u his fellow-faints endure 
 
PSALMS. 87 
 
 a His heart contrives for their relief 
 
 More good than his own hands can do ; 
 He, in the time of general grief, 
 
 Shall find the Lord has mercy too. 
 
 3 His foul fhall live fecure on earth, 
 
 With fecret bleflings on his head, 
 
 When drought, and peililence, and dearth, 
 
 Around him multiply their dead. 
 
 4 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 XLII. ver. 1, — 9. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 
 Defertion and hope ; or, Complaint of abfence from public 
 •worjhip. 
 
 I "TT7TTH earneft longings of the mind, 
 VV My God, to thee I look ; 
 So pants the hunted hart to find 
 And tafte the cooling brook. 
 
 % When fhall I fee thy courts of grace, 
 And meet my God again ? 
 So long an abfence from thy face 
 My heart endures with pain. 
 
 3 Temptations vex my weary foul, 
 
 And tears are my repaft ; 
 The foe infults without controul, 
 
 " And where' s your God at lafl ?" 
 
 4 'Tis with a mournful pleafure now 
 
 I think on ancient days ; 
 Then to thy houfe did numbers go, 
 And all our work was praife. 
 
 5 But why, my foul, funk down fo far 
 
 Beneath this heavy load ? 
 My fpirit, why indulge defpair, 
 And fin againft my God ? 
 
 6 Hope in the Lord, whofe mighty hand 
 
 Can all thy woes remove, 
 For I fhall yet before him ftand, 
 And fing reftoring love. 
 
8S PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XLII. vcr. 6,— II. Second part. 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Melancholy i proved; or, Hope in ajjliclion. 
 
 I ~]\ /TY fpirit links within me, Lord, 
 i-V± But I will call thy name to mind, 
 And times of pair, diftrefs record, 
 
 When 1 have found my God was kind, 
 a Huge troubles, with tumultuous noife, 
 , Swell like a fea, and round me fpread; 
 
 The rifing waves drown all my joys, 
 
 And roll tremenduous o'er my head. 
 
 3 Yet will the Lord command his love, 
 
 When I addrefs his throne hy day, 
 Nor in the night his grace remove ; 
 
 The night fhall hear me fing and pray. 
 
 4 I'll call myfelf before his feet, 
 
 And fay, " My God, my heav'nly Rock, 
 " Why doth thy love fo long forget 
 
 " The foul that groans beneath thy ilroke ?" 
 
 5 I'll chide my heart that finks fo low ; 
 
 Why fhould my foul indulge her grief ? 
 Hope in the Lord, and praife him too ; 
 He is my reft, my fure relief. 
 
 6 My God, my moft exceeding joy, 
 
 Thy light and truth fhall guide me frill, 
 Thy word fhall my befl: thoughts employ, 
 And lead me to thine heav'nly hill. 
 
 PSALM XLIII. Common Metre. 
 
 Safely in divine proleclion. 
 
 I JUDGE me, O God, and plead my caufe, 
 J Againft a finful race ; 
 From vile oppreffion and d 
 Secure me by thy gr 
 
 % On thee my ftedfaft hope depends, 
 And am I left to mourn ? 
 To fink in forrows, and in vain 
 Implore thy kind return ? 
 
PSALMS. if 
 
 $ Oh fend thy light to guide my feet, 
 And bid thy truth appear, 
 Conduit me to thy holy hill, 
 To tafte thy mercies there. 
 
 4 Then to thy altar, oh, my God, 
 
 My joyful feet fhall rife, 
 And my triumphant fongs fhall praifc 
 The God that rales the Ikies. 
 
 5 Sink not, my foul, beneath thy fear, 
 
 Nor yield to weak defpair ; 
 For I Hiall live to praife the Lord, 
 And blefs his guardian care. 
 
 PSALM XLIV. ver. I, %, 3, 8, 15,-26. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The church's complaint in ferfecution. 
 
 1 T ORD, we have heard thy works of old, 
 JL< Thy works of pow'r and grace, 
 When to our ears our fathers told 
 The wonders of their days : 
 
 a They faw their beauteous churches rife, 
 The fpreading gofpel run ; 
 While light and glory from the fkies 
 Through all their temples fhone. 
 
 3 In God they boafted all the day, 
 
 And in a chearful throng 
 Did thoufauds meet to praife and pray, 
 And grace was all their fong. 
 
 4 But now our fouls are feiz'd with fhame, 
 
 4 Confufion fills our face, 
 To hear the enemy biafpheme, 
 
 And fools reproach thy grace. 
 
 5 Yet have we not forgot our God, 
 
 Nor falfely dealt with heav'n, 
 Nor hai»e our fteps declined the road 
 Of duty thou haft giv'n. 
 
 6 Though dragons all around us roar 
 
 With their deftru&ive breath, 
 And thine own hand has bruis'd us fore, 
 Hard by the gates of death. 
 H % 
 
90 PSALMS. 
 
 P A U S E. 
 
 7 We arc expos'd all day to die, 
 
 A? martyrs for thy name ; 
 As fheep for (laughter bound we lie, 
 And wait the kindling flame. 
 
 8 Awcke, arife, almighty Lord, 
 
 Why fleeps thy wonted grace ? 
 Why mould we fecm like men abhorr'd, 
 Or banifiYd from thy face ? 
 
 9 Wilt thou forever cult us off, 
 
 And ftill neglect our cries ? 
 Forever hide thine heaVnly love 
 From our afflicted eye- ? 
 
 10 Down to the dull our foul is bow'd, 
 
 And dies upon the ground ; 
 Rife for our help, rebuke the proud, 
 And all their pow'rs confound. 
 
 1 1 Redeem us frcm perpetual fhame, 
 
 Our Saviour and our God ; 
 We plead the honors of thy name, 
 The merits of thy blood. 
 
 P S A L M XLV. Short Metre. 
 
 The glory of Chr'ijl ; the fucc.f of the gofpel ; and thi 
 cb. 
 I TV /TY Saviour and my K 
 J_\J_ Thy beauties are divi ; 
 Thy lips with bl 
 
 And ev'ry grace is thine. 
 
 a Now make the glory known, 
 
 Gird on thy dreadful fwerd, 
 And rife in majeily to fpread 
 The conquefts of thy word. 
 
 3 Strike through thy flubborn foes, 
 
 Or make their hearts • 
 
 While juitice, meeknefs, grace and truth 
 Attend thy glorious \ 
 
 4 Thy laws, O God, are right, 
 
 Thy throne Dial! ever ftand; 
 And thy victorious gofpel prove 
 A fceptre in ihy han<L 
 
PSALMS. 91 
 
 [5 Thy Father and thy God 
 
 Hath without meafure fhed 
 His Spirit, like a grateful oil, 
 T' anoint thy facred head.] 
 
 [6 Behold, at thy right hand 
 
 The Gentile church is feen, 
 A beauteous bride, in rich attire, 
 And princes guard the queen.] 
 
 7 Fair bride, receive his love, 
 
 Forget thy father's houfe ; 
 Forfake thy gods, thy idol gods, 
 And pay thy Lord thy vows. 
 
 2 Oh let thy God and King 
 
 Thy fweeteft thoughts employ ; 
 Thy children fhall his honor hng. 
 And tafte the heav'nly joy. 
 
 PSALM XLV. Common Metre. 
 
 The perfonal glories and government of Chrijl. 
 
 Z T'LL fpeak the honors of my King, 
 J- Flis form divinely fair : 
 None of the fons cf mortal race 
 May with the Lord compare. 
 
 a Sweet is thy fpeech, and heav'nly grace 
 Upon thy lips is fhed ; 
 Thy God with bleffings infinite 
 
 Hath crown' d thy facred head. 
 
 3 Gird on thy fword, victorious prince, 
 
 Ride with majeftic fway ; 
 Thy terror fhall ftrike through thy foes, 
 And make the world obey. 
 
 i t Thy throne, O God, forever ftands, 
 Thy word of grace fhall prove 
 A peaceful fcepter in thy hands, 
 To rule thy faints by love. - 
 
 5 Juftice and truth attend thee flill, 
 Eut mercy is thy choice ; 
 And God, thy God, thy foul fhall fill 
 With moft peculiar joys. 
 
$Z PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XLV. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 Tbt g 01 y of Cbriji, and poiver of his gcfpel. 
 
 1 "\JOW be my heart Lnipir'd to fing 
 JlN The glories of my Saviour King, 
 Jefus the Lord ; how heav'nly fair 
 His form ! how bright his beauties are ! 
 
 s O'er all the fons of human race 
 He fhines with far fuperior grace, 
 Love from his lips divinely ilows, 
 And blefflngs all his ftate cempofe. 
 
 3 Drefs thee in arms, moft mighty Lord, 
 Gird on the terror of thy fword, 
 
 In majefty and glory rido 
 
 With truth and meeknefs at thy fide. 
 
 4 Thine anger, like a point-: \ dart, 
 Shall pierce the foes of ftubhorn heart ; 
 Or word? of mei cy, ! ind ai i fweet, 
 Shall melt the rebels at thy feet. 
 
 5 Thy throne, O God, forever itands, 
 Grace, is the fecptre in thy hands ; 
 Thy laws and works are jufl n\d right, 
 But grace and juftice thy delight. 
 
 6 God, thine own God has richly fhed 
 His oil < . -ad ; 
 And with his facred Spirit blcft 
 His firft-born Son above the reft. 
 
 PSALM XLV. Second part. Long Metre. 
 Chnjl and his church : OT t Tbt u:\Jlical marriage. 
 i r TPHE king of fainl fair his face, 
 
 X Adprn'd with majefty and grace! 
 He comes with blefQngs from above, 
 And wins the nations to his love. 
 
 2 At his right hand our eyes behold 
 'J he queen array'd in purcft gold; 
 The world admires her heav'nly drefs, 
 I Icr robes of joy and righteoufnefs. 
 
 3 He forms her beauties like his own, 
 He calls and feats her near his throne ; 
 Fair flranger, let thine heart forget 
 
 'J lie idols of thy native ftate. 
 
PSAL M S. 93 
 
 4 So fhall the king the more rejoice 
 In thee the favourite of his choice ; 
 Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd, 
 For he's thy Maker and thy Lord. 
 
 5 Oh happy hour/ when thou fhalt rife 
 To his fair palace in the Ikies, 
 
 And all thy fons (a numerous train) 
 Each like a prince in glory reign. 
 
 6 Let endlefs honors crown his head ; 
 Let ev'ry age his praifes fpread; 
 While we with chearful fongs approve 
 The condefcenfion of his love. 
 
 PSALM XL VI. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 
 The church's fafety and triumph -among national defolations. 
 
 I /"N OD is the refuge of his faints, 
 
 VjF When ftorms of fharp diftrefs invade ; 
 Ere we can offer our complaints, 
 
 Behold him prefent with his aid. 
 
 0. Let mountains from their feats be hurlM 
 Down to the deep and buried there, 
 Convulfions fhake the folid world, 
 
 Our faith fhall never yield to fear. 
 
 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, 
 
 In facred peace our fouls abide, 
 While ev'ry nation, ev'ry fhore 
 
 Trembles, and dreads the fwelling tide. 
 
 4 There is a ftream whofe gentle flow 
 
 Supplies the city of our God ! 
 Life, love and joy ftill gliding through. 
 And watering our divine abode. 
 
 . 5 That facred ftream, thine holy word, 
 
 Supports our faith, our 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 foundation move, 
 
 Built on his truth, and arm'd with poVr. 
 
94 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XL VI. Second part. Long Metre. 
 
 God fiyhts fur his church. 
 
 I T ET Zion in her king rejoice, 
 
 JL_j Though tyrants rage, and kingdoms rife ; 
 He utters his almighty voice, 
 
 The nations melt, the tumult dies. 
 
 a The Lord of old for Jacob fought, 
 
 And Jacob's God is ftill our aid ; 
 Behold the works his hand has wrought, 
 What defolations he has made. 
 
 3 From fea to fea, through all the fhores 
 
 He makes the noife of battle ceafe ; 
 When from en high his thunder roars, 
 
 He awes the trembling world to peace. 
 
 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the fpear, 
 
 Chariots he burns with heav'nly flame ; 
 Let earth in filent wonder hear 
 
 The found and glory of his name. 
 
 5 " Be ftill, and learn that I am God, 
 
 « I reign exalted o'er the lands, 
 " I will be known and fearM abroad, 
 
 " But Hill my throne in Zion ftands." 
 
 6 O Lord of hofts, almighty king, 
 
 While we fo near thy prefence dwell, 
 Our faith mall fit fecure, and fing, 
 
 Nor fear the raging pow'rs of hell. 
 
 PSALM XL VI I. Common Metre. 
 Chrft s ajceudtng and reigning. 
 
 1 /^\H for a fhout of facred joy 
 \^J To God the fo^ reign king! 
 Let every land their tongues employ. 
 
 And hymns of triumph fing. 
 
 2 Jefus our God afcends on high, 
 
 His heav'nly guards around 
 
 Attend him, rifing through the Iky, 
 
 With trumpets joyful found. 
 
 3 While angels fhout and praife their kinj, 
 
 Let mortals learn their flrains ; 
 Let all the earth his honorr. fing ; 
 O'er all the earth he reigns. 
 
PSALMS. 95 
 
 4 Rehearfe his praife with awe profound, 
 
 Let knowledge guide the fong ; 
 Nor meek him with a folemn found 
 Upon a thoughtlefs tongue. 
 
 5 In Ifrael flood his ancient throne, 
 
 He lov'd that chofen race ; 
 But now he calls the world his own, . 
 And heathens taile his grace. 
 
 6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's, 
 
 There Abraham's God is known ; 
 While pow'rs and princes, fhields and fwords 
 Submit befcre his throne. 
 
 PSALM XL VIII. ver. I,— 8. Firft part. Short Metre. 
 
 / The church is the honor and fafety of a nation. 
 
 [I /^i REAT is the Lord our God, 
 V_T And let his praife be great ; 
 He makes his churches his abode, 
 His moft delightful feat. 
 
 % Thefe temples of his grace, 
 
 How beautiful they Hand ! 
 The honors of our native place, 
 And bulwarks of our land.] 
 
 3 In Zion God is known 
 
 A refuge in diftrefs ; 
 How bright has his falvation fhone, 
 How fair his heav'nly grace ! 
 
 4 When kings againfl her join'd, 
 
 And faw the Lord was there, 
 In wild confufion of the mind 
 They fled with hafty fear. 
 
 5 When navies tall and proud 
 
 Attempt to fpoil our peace, 
 He fends his tempeft roaring loud, 
 And finks them in the feas. 
 
 6 Oft have our fathers told, 
 
 Our eyes have often feen, 
 How well our God fecures the fold 
 Where his own flocks have been. 
 
9 6 PSALMS. 
 
 7 In ev'ry new diftrcfs 
 
 We'll to his houfe repair, 
 
 Recall to mind his wond'rous grace, 
 
 And leek dcliv'rance there. 
 
 PSALM XLVIII. ver. 10,— 14. Second part. 
 
 Short Metre. 
 
 The beauty of the church ; or, Go/pel ivorjbip and order. 
 
 1 Xp^^- as tn y name is known 
 
 X The world declares thy praife ; 
 Thy faints, O Lord, before thy throne 
 Their fongs of honor raife. 
 
 2 With joy thy people fland 
 
 On Zion's chofen hill, 
 Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, 
 And counfels of thy will. 
 
 3 Let ftrangers 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 worfhip of thy court, 
 The chearful fongs, the folemn vows, 
 And make a fair report. 
 
 5 How decent and how wife ! 
 
 How glorious to behold ! 
 Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 
 And rites adorn'd with gold. 
 
 6 The God we worfhip now 
 
 Will guide uj till we die ; 
 Will be our guide while here helow, 
 And ours above the fky. 
 
 PSALM XL1X. ver. 6,— 14. Firft part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Pride and death ; or, The vanity of life and riches. 
 
 I "\XT HY ^ ot ^ tnc man °f riches grow 
 \ V In infolence and pride, 
 
 1 i i wealth and honors flow 
 With ev'ry riling tide? 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 [?, Why doth he treat the poor with fcorn, 
 Made of the felf-fame clay, 
 And boaft as though his flefh were bora 
 Of better duft. than they ?] 
 
 5 Not all his treafures can procure 
 His foul a Ihort reprieve, 
 Redeem from death one guilty hour, 
 Or make his brother live. 
 
 [4 Eternal life can ne'er be fold, 
 The ranfom is too high ; 
 Juftice will ne'er be brib'd with gold, 
 That man may never die.] 
 
 5 He fees the brutifh and the wife, 
 
 The timorous and the brave 
 Quit their poffeffions, clofe their eyes, 
 And haften to the grave. 
 
 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, 
 
 " My houfe fhall ever ftand ; 
 " And that my name may long abide 
 " I'll give it to my land/' 
 
 7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are loft, 
 
 How foon his mem'ry dies ! 
 His name is buried in the duft, 
 Where his own body lies.] 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 8 This is the folly of their way ! 
 
 And yet their fons> as vain, 
 
 Approve the words their fathers fay, 
 
 And act their works again. 
 
 9 Men void of wifdom and of grace, 
 
 Though honour raife them nigh, 
 Live like the beaft, a thoughtlefs race, 
 And like the beaft they die. 
 
 [10 Laid in the grave, like filly flieep, 
 Death triumphs o'er them there, 
 'Till the laft trumpet breaks their fleep^ 
 And wakes them in defpair.] 
 
 57 
 
9 3 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XLIX. ver. 14, 15. Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Death and the refurrcRior.. 
 
 I "VTE fons of pride, that hate the juft, 
 A And trample on the poor, 
 Wnen death has hrought you down to duft, 
 Your pomp fhall rife no more. 
 
 a The laft great day mall change the fcene ; 
 When will that hour appear ! 
 When fhall the juft revive, and reign 
 O'er all that fcorn'd them here ? 
 
 3 God will my naked foul receive, 
 
 Call'd from the world away, 
 And break the prifon of the grave, 
 To raife my mould'ring clay. 
 
 4 Heav'n is my everlafting home, 
 
 Th' inheritance is fure ; 
 Let men of pride their rage refume, 
 But I'll repine no more. 
 
 P S A L M XLIX. Long Metre. 
 The rich Junker's death, and the /aim's refurreSiion. 
 
 1 ~\T7"HY do the proud infult the poor, 
 
 VV And boaft the large eftates they have t 
 How vain are riches to fecure 
 
 Their haughty owners from the grave ! 
 
 2 They can't redeem an hour from death • 
 
 With all the wealth in which they truft ; 
 Nor give a dying brother breath, 
 
 When God commands him down to dud. 
 
 3 There the dark earth and difmal fhade 
 
 Shall clafp their naked bodies round ; 
 That flefh fo delicately fed 
 
 Lies cold, and moulders in the ground. 
 
 4 Like thoughtlefs flieep the finner dies, 
 
 And leaves his glories in the tomb : 
 The faints fhall in the morning rife, 
 
 And hear the oppreffor's awful doom. 
 
PSALMS. 99 
 
 5 His honors perifh in the dull, 
 
 And pomp and beauty, birth and blood : 
 That glorious day exalts the juft 
 
 To full dominion o'er the proud. 
 
 6 My Saviour {hall my life reftore, 
 
 And r?.ife me from my dark abode ; 
 My flelh and foul fhall part no more, 
 But dwell forever near my God. 
 
 PSALM L. ver. i, — 6. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 
 The lajl judgment ; or, The faints rewarded. 
 
 I HPHE Lord, the judge, before his throne 
 X Bids the whole earth draw nigh, 
 The nations near the riling fun, 
 And near the weftern Iky. 
 
 S No more fhall bold blafphemers fay, 
 " Judgment will ne'er begin ;** 
 No more abufe his long delay 
 To impudence and fin. 
 
 3 Thron'd on a cloud our God fhall come, 
 
 Bright flames prepare his way, 
 Thunder and darknefs, fire and florin 
 Lead on the dreadful day. 
 
 4 Heav'n from above his call fhall hear, 
 
 Attending angels come, 
 And earth and hell fhali know, and fear 
 His juftice and their doom. 
 
 5 " But gather all my faints (he cries) 
 
 " That made their peace with God, 
 ** By their Redeemer's facrifice, 
 
 " And feal'd it with his blood. 
 
 6 " Their faith and works brought forth to light, 
 
 " Shall make the world confefs 
 " My fe; t tence of reward is right, 
 And heav'n adore my grace. 
 
* 00 P S A L M 5. 
 
 PSALM L. vcr. 10,11,14, 15,2 ^. Second part. 
 Common M 
 
 Obedience is hitter than facrifice, 
 
 ! '"pHUS faith the Lord, " The fpacious fields, 
 X " And flocks and lien's an mine ; 
 " O'er all the cattle of the hills 
 * 1 claim a right divine. 
 
 * " I alk no fheep for facrifice, 
 
 " Nor bullocks burnt with fire ; 
 " To hope and love, to pray and praife, 
 " Is all that I require. 
 
 3 " Invoke my name when trouble's near, 
 
 " My hand ihall fet thee free ; 
 « Then fhall thy thankfal lips declare 
 " The honor due to me. 
 
 4 " The man that offers humble praife, 
 
 " Declares my glory beft : 
 
 " And thole that tread my holy ways 
 
 " Shall my falvation tafbe." 
 
 PSALM L. ver. 1, 5, 8, 16, 21, 22. Third part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The judgment of hypocrites. 
 
 * "\X/ rHEN Chrift t0 judgment fhall defcend, 
 
 VV And faints furround their Lord, 
 He calls the nations to attend, 
 And hear his awful word. 
 
 * " Not for the want of bullocks flain 
 
 " Will I the world reprove; 
 •* Altars, and rites, and forms, are vain 
 •" Without the fire of love. 
 
 5 " And what have hypocrites to do 
 
 ir facrifice ? 
 y call my ftatutes jail and true, 
 deal in thefl and lies. 
 4 " Could you expect to 'fcape my fight, 
 " And fin without controu! ? 
 (l But I i to light 
 
 " With iinguiih in your foul." 
 
PSALMS. ioi 
 
 5 Confider, ye that flight the Lord, 
 Before his wrath appear ; 
 If once you fall beneath his fword, 
 There's no dehVrer there. 
 
 PSALM L. Long Metre. 
 
 Hypocrify expnfed. 
 
 I r X^HE Lord, the Judge, his churches warns, 
 JL Let hypocrites attend and fear, 
 Who place their hope in rites and forms, 
 
 But make not faith nor love their care. 
 
 a Vile wretches dare rehearfe his name 
 
 With lips of falfehood and deceit ; 
 A friend or brother they defame, 
 
 And foothe and flatter thofe they hate. 
 
 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong, 
 
 Yet dare to feek their maker's face ; 
 They take his covenant on their tongue, 
 But break his laws, abufe his grace. 
 
 4 T o heaven they lift their hands unclean, 
 
 Defil'd with luft, defil'd with blood ; 
 By night they practife ev'ry fin, 
 
 By day their mouths draw near to God. 
 
 5 And while his judgments long delay, 
 
 They grow fecure and fin the more ; 
 They think he fleeps as well as they, 
 And put far off the dreadful hour, 
 
 6 O dreadful hour ! when God draws near, 
 
 And fets their crimes before their eyes ! 
 His wrath their guilty fouls fhall tear, 
 And no dehVrer dare to rife. 
 
 PSALM L. To a new tunc. 
 
 The la ft judgment. 
 
 I r T~ 1 HE Lord, the Sovereign, fends his fummons forth, 
 _L Calls the fouth nations, and awakes the north ; 
 From eaft to weft the founding orders fpread 
 Through diftant worlds and regions of the dead : 
 No more (hall atheifts mock his long delay ; 
 His vengeance fleeps no more : behold the day ! 
 I 2 
 
IQ4 P S A L M S. 
 
 2 Behold, ends; his guards aye nigh, 
 Tempeft aiul Bre attend him down the Iky. 
 
 n, earth, and hell draw near ; 1st all things come 
 To hear his jufticc, and the Tinner's doom : 
 " But gather firft my faints," the Judge commands, 
 " Bring them, ye angels, from their diftant lands. 
 
 3 Behold, my cov'nant ftands forever good, 
 Seal'd by the eternal facrifice in blood. 
 
 And fign'd with all their names ; the Greek, the jew, 
 That paid the antient worfhip, or the new, 
 There's no diftinction here ; prepare their thrones, 
 And near me feat my fav'rites and my fons. 
 
 4 I, their almighty Saviour and their God, 
 
 I am their Judge : ye heav'ns, proclaim abroad 
 My juft eternal fentence, and declare 
 Thofe awful truths that finncrs dread to hear*; 
 Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire ; 
 I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 
 
 5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks flain 
 Do I condemn thee ; bulls and goats are vain 
 Without the flames of love; in" vain the frore 
 Of brutal offerings that were mine b( I 
 Mine are the tamer beads and favage breed, 
 Flocks, herds, and fields, and forefts where th« 
 
 6 If I were hungry, would I afk thee fi 
 
 When did I third, or tafte the victim's blood? 
 Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, 
 Thy folemn chatt'rings, and fan';, 
 Are my eyes charm'd thy veftments to behold, 
 Glaring in gems, and gay in woven ; 
 
 7 Unthinking wretch ! how couldft thou hope to plead 
 A God, a Spirit, with fuch toys as thefe ? 
 While, with my grace i.nd ftatut« 
 
 , l hou lov ' i: I thy brother wrong ; 
 
 In vain to pious forms thy zeal' | 
 'i hieves and adult'rers a 
 
 8 Silent I waited with 0V e, 
 But 
 
 And cherifh fuch an i: rithin, 
 
 •1." 
 
PSALMS. 105 
 
 9 Sinners, awake betimes ; ye fools, be wife ; 
 Awake before this dreadful morning rife ; 
 Change your vain thoughts, your finful works amend, 
 Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend ; 
 Left, like a lion, his laft vengeance tear 
 Your trembling fouls, and no deliverer near. 
 
 P S A L M L. To the old proper tune. 
 
 The laft judgment. 
 
 I r THHE God of glory fends his fiimmon's forth, 
 X Calls the fouth nations, and awakes the north 
 From eaft to weft the fov'reign orders fpread, 
 Through diftant worlds and regions of the dead. 
 
 The trumpet founds, hell trembles, heaven rejoices ; 
 Lift up your heads, ye faints, tvith chearful voices. 
 
 1 No more fhall atheifts mock his long delay ; 
 His vengeance fieeps no more : behold the day ! 
 Behold, the Judge defcends ; his guards are nigh, 
 Tempefts and fire attend him dowm the Iky. 
 
 JVhen God appears, all nature Jball adore him ;- 
 While finners tremble, faints rejoice before him. 
 
 3 Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near ; let all things come 
 To hear my juftice, and the Tinner's doom : 
 
 " But gather firft my faints/' the Judge commands, 
 " Bring them, ye angels, from their diftajrt lands. 
 TVhen Chrifi returns, ivake every chearful pafjiqn^ 
 And fhout, ye faints ; he comes for your falvaiion. . 
 
 4 Behold, my cov'nant ftands for ever good, 
 Seal'd by th' eternal focrifice in blood, 
 And fignM with all th 
 That paid the ancient 
 
 There's no dijlinction here 
 And raife your heads, ye 
 
 5 "Here," faith the Lord 
 
 And near me feaj my 
 Come, my redeem'd, 
 Ere tune began, 'tis your divine reward. 
 
 ;ir names 
 
 ; the Greek, the Jew, 
 
 worfhip, 
 
 or the new. 
 
 faints, jl. 
 
 r He wo' 'n rejoices. 
 
 cc ye ange 
 
 Is, fpread their thrones,. 
 
 fa v' rites 
 
 and my fens ; 
 
 poffefs the joys prepar'd 
 
106 PSALMS. 
 
 PAUSE the firft. 
 
 6 I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God, 
 
 The fov'reign judge : ye heav'ns proclaim abroad 
 
 My juft eternal fentence, and declare 
 
 Thofc awful truths that Boners dread to hear. 
 
 When God appears, all nature fhall adore him ; 
 While finners tremble, faints rejoice before him. 
 
 7 Stand forth, thou bold blafphemer, and prophane, 
 Now feel my wrath, nor call my threat'nings vain; 
 Thou hypocrite, once drefs'd in faint's attire, 
 
 I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 
 
 Judgment proceeds, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices : 
 Lift up your heads, ye faints, ivitb chearful voices. 
 
 8 Not for the want of goats or bullocks flain 
 Do I condemn thee ; bulls and goats are vain 
 Without the Hames of love : in vain the ftor* 
 Of brutal offerings that were mine before. 
 
 £artb is the Lord's, all nature Jhall adore him ; 
 While finners tremble, faints rejoice before him. 
 
 o. If I were hungry, would I afk thee food ? 
 
 When did I thirft ? or drink thy builock's blood ? 
 Mine are the tamer beafts and lavage breed. 
 Flocks, herds, and fields, and forelh where they feed. 
 
 All is the Lord's ; he rules the -wide creation ; 
 Gives ftnners vengeance, and the faints falvation. 
 
 10 Can I be flatter'd with thy cringincr bows, 
 Thy folemn chatt'rings, and fantaftic vows ? 
 Are my eyes charm'd thy wltmtnts to behold, 
 Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold ? 
 
 God is the judge of hearts, no fair difguifet 
 Can fcreen the guilty lulen bis vengeance rifes. 
 
 PAUSE the fecond. 
 
 11 Unthinking wretch ! how couldft thou hope topleafe 
 A God, a fpirit, with fuch toys as thefe ? 
 
 While, wirh my <;race and ftatutes on thy tongue, 
 Thou lovTt deceit, and doft thy brother wrong. 
 
 Judgment proceeds, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices ; 
 Lift up your beads, ye faints, 'with chearful voices. 
 
PSALMS. 121 
 
 ii In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends ; 
 Thieves and adult'rers are thy chofen friends : 
 While the falfe flatt'rer at mine altar waits, 
 His harden'd foul divine inftruclion hates. 
 God is the judge of hearts, no fair difguifes 
 Can fcrcen ihe guilty when his vengeance rifes. 
 
 13 Silent I waited with long-fuff 'ring love, 
 
 But didft thou hope that I fhould ne er reprove ; 
 And cheriih fuch an impious thought within, 
 That the All-hoiy would indulge thy fin ? 
 
 See God appears ; all nations join t adore him ; 
 
 'Judgment proceeds, and jumers fall before him. 
 
 1 4 Behold my terrors now ; my thunders roll, 
 And thy own crimes affright thy guilty foul ; 
 Now, like a lion, fhail my vengeance tear 
 Thy bleeding heart, and no deliv'rer near/' 
 
 Judgment concludes, hell trembles, heavn rejoices, 
 Lift up your heads ye faints, iviih chearful 'voicos. 
 
 E P I P H O N E M A. 
 
 Sinners, awake betimes ; ye fools, be wife ; 
 
 Awake before this dreadful morning rife ; 
 
 Change your vain thoughts, your finful works amend, 
 
 Fly to the Saviour, make the judge your friend. 
 Then join, ye faints ; ivake ev'ry chearful paffon ; 
 When Chrif returns, he comes for your falvation. 
 PSALM LI. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 
 A penitent pleading for pardon. 
 
 1 Q HEW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive; 
 O Let a repenting rebel live : 
 
 Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
 May not a firmer trull in thee ? 
 a My crimes are great, but can't furpafs 
 The power and glory of thy grace : 
 Great God, thy nature hath no bound, 
 So let thy pard'iylng love be found. 
 
 2 O waft my foul from ev'ry fin, 
 
 And make my guilty confeience clean ; 
 Here en my heart the burden lies, 
 And paft offences pain mine eyes. 
 
loS PSALMS. 
 
 4 My lips with fliame my fins confefs 
 Againft thy law, againft thy grace ; 
 Lord, fhould thy judgment grow fevere, 
 I am condemn'd, hut thou art clear. 
 
 5 Should fudden vengeance feize my "breath, 
 I n.uft pronounce thee juft in death : 
 And if my foul were lent to hell, 
 
 Thy righteous law approves it well. 
 
 6 Yet favc a trembling fmner, Lord, 
 Whofe hope, ftill hov'ring round thy word, 
 Would light on fome fweet promife there, 
 Some lure fupport againft defpair. 
 
 PSALM LI. Second part. Long Metre. 
 Original and aSlual fin confeffed. 
 I T ORD, T am vile, conceiv'd in fin ; 
 
 -L-J And born unholy and unclean : 
 
 Sprung from the man whofe guilty fall 
 
 Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 
 A Soon as we draw our infant breath, 
 
 The feeds of fin grow up for death ; 
 
 The law demands a perfeel heart ; 
 
 But we're defil'd in ev'ry part. 
 [3 Great God, create my heart anew, 
 
 And form my (pirit pure and true : 
 
 O make me wife betimes to fpy 
 
 My danger and my remedy.] 
 4. Behold I fall before thy fact? ; 
 
 My only refuge is thy grace ; 
 
 No outward forms can make me clean ; 
 
 The leprofy lies deep within. 
 
 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding heart, 
 
 . Nor hyffop branch, nor fprinkling priefh 
 Nor running brook, nor flood, nor fca, 
 Can wafh the difmal fhin away. 
 
 6 J ius, niy God, thy blood alone 
 Hath power fufficient to atone ; 
 
 Thy blood can make me white as fhow; 
 No Jewifh types could cleanfe me fo. 
 
PSALMS. 109 
 
 7 While guilt difturbs or breaks 'my peace, 
 Nor iLfh nor foul hath reft or eafe ; 
 Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice, 
 And make my broken heart rejoice. 
 
 PSALM LI. Third part. Long Metre. 
 
 "The backfdder rejlored ; or, Repentance and faith in tbt 
 blood of Chriji. 
 
 I /"\ THOU that hear'ft when finners cry, 
 \JF Though all my crimes before thee lie, 
 Behold them not with angry look, 
 But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 
 
 % Create my nature pure within, 
 And form my foul averfe to fin ; 
 Let thy good fpirit ne'er depart, 
 Nor hide thy prefence from my heart. 
 
 3 I cannot live without thy light, 
 
 Caft out and banifh'd from thy fight : 
 Thine holy joys, my God, reftore, 
 And guard me that I fall no more. 
 
 4 Though I have griev'd thy fpirit, Lord, 
 Thy help and comfort ftiil afford : 
 
 And let a wretch come near thy throne, ' 
 To plead the merits of thy Son. 
 
 5 A broken heart, my God, my king, 
 Is' ail the facrifice I bring ; 
 
 The God of grace will ne'er defpife 
 A broken heart for facrifice. 
 
 6 My foul lies humbled in the duft, 
 And owns thy dreadful fentence juft ^ 
 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye. 
 And fave the foul condemn' d to die. 
 
 .7 Then will I teach the world thy waysj 
 Sinners fhati learn thy fov'reign grace ; 
 I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, 
 And they fhall praife a pard'ning God. 
 
 % O may thy love irfpire my tongue ! 
 Salvation {hall be ail my long ; 
 Ana all my powers {hall join to biefs 
 The Lord, my ftrength and nghteoufnefs. 
 
Ito PSALM S. 
 
 PSALM LI. vcr. 3,-13. Firft part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Original and aclual fin confcjfcd and pardoned. 
 
 I T ORD, I would fpread my fore diftrefs 
 -L-J And guilt before thine eyes; 
 Againft thy laws, againft thy grace, 
 How high my crimes arife ! 
 
 % Shoukift thou condemn my foul to hell, 
 And crufh my flefh to duft, 
 Hcav'n would approve thy vengeance well, 
 And eartli muft own it juft. 
 
 % I from the ftock of Adam came 
 Unholy and unclean ; 
 All my original is fhame, 
 And all my nature fin. 
 
 4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew 
 
 Contagion with my breath ; 
 And, as my days advane'd, I grew 
 A jufter prey for death. 
 
 5 Cleanfe me, O Lord, and cheer my fout 
 
 With thy forgiving love ; 
 O maki- my broken fpirit whole, 
 And bid my pains remove, 
 
 6 Let not thy fpirit e'er depart, 
 
 Nor drive me from thy face; 
 Create anew my vicious heart, 
 And fill it with thy grace. 
 
 7 Then will I make thy mercy known 
 
 Before the fons of men ; 
 
 Backlliders (hull addrefli thy throne, 
 
 And turn to God again. 
 
 PSALM LI. vcr, 14,-17. Second part. 
 -non Metre. 
 Repentance and blood rf Chrifl. 
 
 I /~\ GOD 6f mercy, hear my call, 
 V> My loads of guilt remove, 
 Break down this fepanlling wall 
 That bars mc from thy love. 
 
PSALMS. ill 
 
 a Give me the prefence of thy grace, 
 Then my rejoicing tongue 
 Shall fpeak aloud thy righteoufnefs, 
 And make thy praife my fong. 
 
 3 No blood of goats nor heifer flain 
 
 For Tin could e'er atone ; 
 The death of Chrift fhall ftill remain 
 Sufficient and alone.' 
 
 4 A foul opprefs'd with fin's defert 
 
 My God will ne'er defpife : 
 A humble groan, a broken heart, 
 Is our beft facrifice. 
 
 PSALM LII. Common Metre. 
 The difappointment of the ivicked. 
 I TT7HY fhould the mighty make their boaft, 
 VV And heavenly grace defpife ? 
 In their own arm they put their truft, 
 And fill their mouth with lies. 
 
 1 But God in vengeance fhall deftroy, 
 And drive them from his face ; 
 No more fhall they his church annoy, 
 Nor find on earth a place. 
 
 3 But like a cultured olive grove, 
 
 Drefs'd in immortal green, 
 
 Thy children blooming in thy love, 
 
 Amid thy courts are feen. 
 
 4 On thine eternal grace, O Lord, 
 
 Thy faints fhall reft fecure, 
 And all, who trull thy holy word, 
 Shall find faivation fure. 
 
 PSALM LIT. Long Metre. 
 The folly of felf-dependence. 
 
 1 TT THY fhould the haughty hero boaft, . 
 
 VV His vengeful arm, his warlike hoft ? 
 While blood defiles his cruel hand, 
 And defolation waftes the land. 
 
 2 He joys to hear the captive's cry, 
 The widow' i groan, the orphan's figh : 
 And when the wearied fword would fpare, 
 His faifehood fpreads the fatal fnare. 
 
 K 
 
ua PSALM S. 
 
 3 He triumphs in the deeds cf wrong, 
 And arms with rage his impious tongue % 
 With pride proclaims his dreadful power, 
 And bids the trembling world adore. 
 
 4 But God beholds, and with a frown 
 Cafls to the dull his honors down ; 
 The righteous freed, their hopes recall, 
 And hail the proud oppreffor's fall. 
 
 5 How low th' infulting tyrant lies, 
 Who dar'd th' eternal power defpife ; 
 And vainly dtein'd with envious joy 
 His arm almighty to deftroy. 
 
 6 We praife thee, Lord, who heard pur cries, 
 And lent falvation from the fides ; 
 
 The faints, who few our mournful days, 
 Shall join our grateful fongs of praife. 
 
 PSALM LIII. ver. 4,— 6. Common Metre 
 
 Viliiory and deliverance from pcijecutiott. 
 I A RE all the foes of Zion fools, 
 ±\. Who thus deftroy her faints ? 
 Do they not know her Saviour rules, 
 And pities her complaints ? 
 
 1 They (hall be feiz'd with fad furprife ; 
 For God's avenging arm 
 Shall crufh the hand that dares arifc 
 To do his children harm. 
 
 3 In vain the fons of Satan boaft 
 
 Gf armies in array ; 
 When God has firft defpis'd their hoft, 
 They fall an eal'y prey. 
 
 4 O for a word from Zion's king, 
 
 Her captives to reftore ! 
 Thy joyful faints th] praife fliall fing 
 And Ifrael weep no more. 
 
 PSALM LIV. Common Metre. 
 I TOEHOLD us, Lord, and let our cry 
 JLj Before thy throne afcend, 
 Call thou on us a pil 
 
 And itill our live* defend. 
 
PSALMS. 115 
 
 2 For flaughtering foe« infult us round, 
 
 Opprelfive, proud and vain, 
 
 They cait thy temples to the ground, 
 
 And all our rites profane. 
 
 5 Yet thy forgiving grace we truft, 
 And in thy power rejoice ; 
 Thine arm mall crufh our foes to duffc, 
 Thy praife infpire our voice. 
 
 4 Be thou with thofe whofe friendly hand 
 Upheld us in difcrefs, 
 Extend thy truth through every land, 
 And ftill thy people blefs. 
 
 PSALM, LV. ver. 1,— 8, 16, If, 18, ife 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Support for the afflicled and tempted foul. 
 
 I S^\ GOD,- my refuge, hear my cries, 
 V_/ Behold my flowing tears, 
 For earth and hell my hurt devife, 
 And triumph in my fears. 
 
 1 Their rage is levell'd at my life, 
 
 My foul with guilt they load, 
 And fill my thoughts with inward ftrife, 
 To fhake my hope in God. 
 
 3 What inward pains my heartffcrings wo«nd, 
 
 I groan with ev'ry breath ; 
 Horror and fear befet me round 
 Amongft the fhades of death. 
 
 4 O were I like a feather'd dove, 
 
 And innocence had wings, 
 I'd fly, and make a long remove 
 From all thefe refdefs things. 
 
 5 Let me to fome wild defart go, 
 
 And find a peaceful home, 
 
 Where ftorms of malice never blow, 
 
 Temptations never come. 
 
 6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all 
 
 To Tcape the rage of hell ! 
 The mighty God, on whom I call. 
 Can fave me here as welL 
 
114 PSALM S. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 By morning light I'll feek his face, 
 
 At noon repeat my cry, 
 The night mall hear me aflc his grace, 
 Nor will he long deny. 
 
 8 God jfcall prefervc my foul from fear, 
 
 Or fhield n;e when afraid ; 
 Ten thoufand angels mnft appear 
 If he command their aid. 
 
 9 I cafi my burdens on the Lord, 
 
 The ] .(id fuftairis them all; 
 My courage refts upon his word, 
 
 'I hat faints fhall never fall, 
 ro My higheft hopes fliall not be vain,' 
 
 My lips fhall fpread his praife ; 
 While en t I and deceitful men 
 
 .Scarce live cut half their days. 
 
 PSALM LV. ver. i 5 , 16, 17, 19, 22. Short Metre. 
 
 1 T ET finners take their courfe, 
 JLa And chufe the road to death ; 
 Eut in the worfliip of my God 
 
 III fpend my daily breath. 
 
 a My thoughts addrefs his throne, 
 
 Y> J < 11 morning brings the light ; 
 I feek his bleffing ev'ry noon, 
 And pay my vows at night. 
 
 3 Thou wilt regard my cries, 
 O my eternal God, 
 While finners perifli in furprife 
 Beneath thine angry rod. 
 
 ey dwell at cafe, 
 
 Qg< a feel, 
 They r nor trufl thy name, 
 
 Nor learn to do thy will. 
 
 5 Eut I. with all my cans, 
 
 \» ill lean upon the Lord ; 
 I'll caf: my burdens on hi* arm, 
 And reft upon his word. 
 
PSALMS. 115 
 
 6 His arm fhall well fultain 
 
 The children of his love ; 
 The ground on which their fafe.ty Hands 
 No eartkly pow'r can move. 
 PSALM LVI. Common Metre. 
 Deliverance from opprejpon and falfehood ; or, God's care 
 
 of his people , in anfwer to fa: to and prayer* 
 I /^V THOU, whofe juftice reigns on high, 
 \_J And makes th' oppreffipn ceafe, 
 Behold how envious finnere try 
 To vex and break my peace. 
 
 a The fons of violence and lies 
 Join to devour me, Lord; 
 But as my hburiy dangers rife, 
 My refuge is thy word. 
 
 3 In God moft holy, juft, and true*, 
 
 I have repos'd my truft; 
 
 Nor will I fear what flelh can do, 
 
 The offspring of the duft. 
 
 4 They wreft my words to mifchief fti'll, 
 
 Charge me with unknown faults ; 
 For mifchief s all their counfels fill,. 
 And malice all their thoughts. 
 
 5 Shall they efcape without thy frown ? 
 
 Muft their devices fland ? 
 Oh caft the haughty finner clown, 
 And let him know thy hand ! 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 God fees the forrows of his faints, 
 
 Their groans affecl his ears : 
 Thy mercy counts my juft complaints, 
 And numbers all my tears. 
 
 7 When to thy throne I raife my cry, 
 
 The wicked fear and flee : 
 So fwift is prayer to reach the fky, 
 So near is God to me. 
 
 8 In thee, moft holy, juft and true, 
 
 I have repos'd my truft ; 
 Nor will I fear what man can do, 
 The offspring of the duft. 
 K a 
 
«6 PSALM S. 
 
 9 Thy folemn vows are on me, Lord, 
 
 Thou fhalt receive my praife ; 
 I'll fmg, " How faithful is thy word! 
 " How righteous all thy ways ! 
 
 10 Thou haft fecur'd my foul from death, 
 
 Oh fet thy prifoner free, 
 That heart and hand, and life and breath 
 May be employ 'd for thee. 
 
 PSALM LVII. Long Metre. 
 Praife for protcFJon ; grace and truth. 
 
 1 TVT Y G ° d ' in whom are a11 tne fprings 
 1V1 Of boundlefs love and grace unknown, 
 Hide me beneath thy fpreading wings, 
 Till the dark cloud is overblown. 
 ^ Up to the heav'ns I fend my cry, 
 
 The Lord will my defires perform ; 
 He fends his angel from the fky, 
 
 And faves me from the threat'ning ftorm. 
 
 3 Be thou exalted, O my God, 
 
 Above the heav'ns, where angels dwell ; 
 Thy power on earth be known abroad, 
 And land to land thy wonders tell. 
 
 4 My heart is fiVd ; my fong fhall 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 diffolve and die. 
 
 6 Be thou exalted, O my God, 
 
 Above the heav'ns, where angels dwell ; 
 Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, 
 And land to land thy wonders tell. 
 
PSALMS. 117 
 
 PSALM LVIII. As the 113th Pfalm, 
 
 Warning to magijlrates. 
 
 I JUDGES, who rule the world by laws, 
 J Will ye defpife the righteous caufe ? 
 
 When vile oppreffion waftes the land, 
 Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, 
 And let rich fmners Tcape fecure, 
 
 While gold and greatnefs bribe your hand ? 
 
 z Have ye forgot, or never knew 
 That G-;i will judge the judges too ! 
 
 High in the heav'ns his jufti£e reigns ; 
 Yet you invade the rights of God ; 
 And fend your bold decrees abroad, 
 
 To bind the confeience in your chains. 
 
 3 A poifon'd arrow is your tongue, 
 The arrow fharp, the poifon ftrong, 
 
 And death attends where'er it wounds ; 
 You hear no counfels, cries or tears ; g 
 
 So the deaf adder flops her ears 
 
 Againft the power of charming founds. 
 
 4 Break out their teeth, eternal God, 
 Thofe teeth of lions dy'd in blood ; 
 
 And crufh the ferpents in the duft : 
 As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rife, 
 Before the fweeping tempeft flias, 
 
 So let their hopes and names be loft. 
 
 5 Th' Almighty thunders from the fky, 
 Their grandeur melts, their titles die, 
 
 As hills of fnow diffolve and run ; 
 Or fnails that perifn. in their flime, 
 Or births that come before their time, 
 
 Vain births that never fee the fun. 
 
 6 Thus fhall the vengeance of the Lord 
 Safety and joy to faints afford ; 
 
 And all that hear fhall join and fay, 
 " Sure there's a God that rules on high, 
 " A God that hears his children cry, 
 
 " And will their fufferings well repay :> 
 
112 P S A L M S. 
 
 PSALM LIX. Short Metre. 
 
 F Prayer for national deliver, 
 
 ROM foes that round us rife, 
 O God of heav'fl, defend, 
 Who brave the vengeance of the fides, 
 And with thy faints contend. 
 
 2 Behold, from diftant fhnres 
 
 And defert wilds they come, 
 Combine for blood their barb'rous force, 
 And through thy cities roam. 
 
 3 Beneath the filent fhade 
 
 Their fecret plots they lay, 
 Our peaceful wails by night invade, 
 And wafte the fields by day. 
 
 4 And will the God of grace, 
 
 Regardlefs of our pain, 
 
 Permit, fecure, that impious race 
 
 To riot in their reign ? 
 
 5 In vain their fecret guile 
 
 Or open force they prove ; 
 His eye can pierce the deepeft veil, 
 His hand their flrength remove. 
 3 Yet fave them. Lord, from death, 
 Left we forget their doom ; 
 But drive them, with thine angry breath, 
 Through diftant kinds to roam. 
 f Then fhall our grateful voice 
 
 Proclaim our guardian God ; 
 The nations round the earth rejoice, 
 And found thy praifc abroad. 
 
 PSALM LVI. Common Metre. 
 Looking to God in the dtftrefj of war. 
 T ORD, thou has fcourg'd our guilty land, 
 ±~u Behold thy people mourn ; 
 Shall vengeance ever guide thy hand, 
 
 And mercy ne'er return. 
 Beneath the terrors of thine < yc 
 
 fhty towers decay. 
 Thy frowning mantle fpreads the iky 
 And mortals melt away. 
 
PSALMS. 119 
 
 3 Our Zion tremble? at thy ftroke, 
 
 And dreads thy lifted hand ! 
 Oh, heal the people thou haft broke, 
 And fave the finking land. 
 
 4 Exalt thy banner in the field, 
 
 For thofe that fear thy name ; 
 From barbarous hofts our nation fhield, 
 And put our foes to fhame. 
 
 5 Attend our armies to the fight, 
 
 And be their guardian God ; 
 In vain fhall numerous powers unite 
 Againft thy lifted rod. 
 
 6 Our troops, beneath thy guiding hand, 
 
 Shall f?;ain a glad renown ; 
 "Tis God who makes the feeble ftand, 
 And treads the mighty down. 
 
 PSALM LXI. ver. 1,— 6. Short Metre. 
 Safety in God. 
 I TT7HEN overwhelmed with grief 
 VV My heart within me dies, 
 Helplefs, and far from all relief, 
 To heav'n I lift mine eyes. 
 
 a Oh lead me to the rock 
 
 That's high above my head, 
 And make the covert of thy wings 
 My flicker and my fhade. 
 
 3 Within thy prefence, Lord, 
 
 Forever I'll abide ; 
 Thou art the tower of my" 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 fhall poffefs the fame. 
 
'M' 
 
 120 P S A I, M S. 
 
 PSALM LXII. vcr. 5,-12. Long Metre. 
 No truft in tic creatures; or, Fakl in divine grace and 
 
 poivir, 
 
 r Y fp'irit looks to Cod alone ; 
 
 L My n.ok and refuge is Ins throne; 
 In all mj fears, in all my ftraifs, 
 My foul on his falvation waits. 
 1 Truft him, ye faints, in all your way 6 , 
 Pour out your hearts before 'his face; 
 When helpers fail and foes invade, 
 God is our all fufficient aid. 
 
 3 Falfe are the men of high degree, 
 The bafer fort are vanity ; 
 Laid in the balance both appear v 
 Light as a puff of empty air. 
 
 4 Make not increafing gold your truft, 
 Nor fet your hearts on glittering duft ; 
 Why will you grafp the fleeting fmoke, 
 And not believe what God has fpoke. 
 
 5 Once lias bis awful voice declar'd, 
 Once and again, my ears have heard, 
 All power is his eternal due ; 
 He muft be fear'd and trulted too. 
 
 6 For fov'reign power reigns not alone, 
 Grace is a partner of the throne : 
 'J by grace and juftice, mighty Lord, 
 Shall well divide our lafl reward. 
 
 PSALM LXIII. ver. t, 2, 5, 3, 4- Firft part, 
 Common Metre. 
 The morning of a Lord's day. 
 I T^ARLY, my God, without delay, 
 -L< I hafte to uric thy face ; 
 My thirfty fpirit faints away, 
 
 "V\ ithout thy cheering grace. 
 a So pilgrims on the fcorching fand, 
 Beneath a burning fky, 
 Long for a cooling flream at hand. 
 And they mull drink or die. 
 
PSALMS, IZI 
 
 3 I've fecn thy glory and thy power 
 
 Through all thy temples fhine ; 
 My God, repeat that heavenly hour, 
 That vifion fo divine. 
 
 4 Not all the bleffings of a feaft 
 
 Can pleafe my mind fo well, 
 As when thy richer grace I tafte, 
 And in thy prefence dwell. 
 
 j Not life itfelf with all its joys, 
 Can my beft paffions move, 
 Or raife fo high my chearful voice, 
 As thy forgiving love. 
 
 6 Thus, •'till my laft expiring day 
 I'll blefs my God and King ; 
 Thus will I lift my hands to pray, 
 And tune my lips to ling. 
 
 PSALM LXIII. ver. 6,— io. !* Second part, 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Midnight thoughts recollected. 
 
 I ' r 1 'WAS in the watches of the night 
 X I thought upon thy power, 
 I kept thy lovely face in fight 
 Amidft the darkeft hour. 
 
 % My fiefh lay refting on my bed, 
 My foul arofe on high ; 
 " My God, my life, my hope," I faid, 
 " Bring thy falvation nigh." 
 
 3 My fpirit labors up thine hill, 
 
 And climbs the heav'niy road ; 
 But thy right hand upholds me {till, 
 While I purfue my God. 
 
 4 Thy mercy ftretches o'er my head 
 
 The fhadow of thy wings ; 
 My heart rejoices in thine aid, 
 
 My tongue awakes and fmgs. 
 ^ But the deitroyers of my peace 
 
 Shall fret and rage in vain ; 
 The tempter ihall forever ceafe, 
 
 And all my fins be flak. 
 
122 P S A L M S. 
 
 6 Thy fword fhall give my foes to death, 
 And fend them down to dwell 
 In the dark caverns of the earth, 
 Or in the deeps of hell. 
 
 PSALM LXIII. Long Metre. 
 Longing after God ; or, Tie low of God L.Lin- than life, 
 I /^i REAT God, indulge my humhle claim 
 VJJ Thou art my hope, my joy, my reft ; 
 The glories that compofe thy name 
 
 Stand all cngag'd to make me bleft. 
 a Thou great and good, thou juffc and wife, 
 Thou art my Father and my God ; 
 And I am thine by facred ties, 
 
 Thy fon, thy fervant, bought with blood. 
 
 3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands 
 
 For thee I long, to thee I look, 
 As travellers in thirlty lands • 
 
 Pant for the cooling water brock. 
 
 4 With early feet I love t' appear 
 
 Among thy faints, and leek thy face, 
 Oft' have [ fefcn thy glory there, 
 
 I It. the power of lbvYeign grace. 
 
 5 Not fruits or wines, that tempt our tafte, 
 
 No pleafures that to fenfe belong 
 Could nxake me lb divinely bleft, 
 
 Or raife fo high my chearful long. 
 
 6 My life itf< If without thy Love 
 
 . aire or j.! .'. afford ; 
 
 "l\v;.i tirefome burden prove, 
 
 from the Lord. 
 
 7 Ami I hours of night, 
 
 my head, 
 
 O:. W delight, 
 
 8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raife my 
 
 h to pray or praife 
 This •■ . mal my h art rejoice, 
 
 An : . emnant of my days. 
 
PSALMS. 123 
 
 PSALM LXIII. Short Metre. 
 Seeking God. 
 
 1 "TV /TY God, permit my tongue 
 jLVX This joy, to call thee mine ; 
 Ana let my early cries prevail 
 
 To tafte thy love divine. 
 
 2 My thirfty fainting foul 
 
 Thy mercy does implore : 
 Not travellers in defart lands 
 Can pant for water more. 
 
 3 Within thy churches, Lord, 
 
 I long to find my place, 
 Thy power and glory to behold, 
 
 And feel thy quick'ning grace. 
 
 4 For life without thy love 
 
 • No relifli can afford ; 
 No joy can be compar'd with this, 
 To ferve and pleafe the Lord. 
 
 5 To thee Til lift my hands, 
 
 And praife thee while I live ; 
 Not the rich dainties of a feaft 
 Such food or pleafure give. 
 
 6 In wakeful hours of night 
 
 I call my God to mind ; 
 
 I think how vife-<hy counfels are, 
 
 And all thy dealings kind. 
 
 7 Since thou haft been my help, 
 
 To thee my ipirit flies, 
 And on thy watchful providence 
 
 My cheerful hope relies. 
 % The fhadow of thy wings 
 
 My foul in fafety keeps : 
 I fellow where my Father leads, 
 
 And he fupporis my fteps. 
 
 P S A L M LXIV. Long Met,-, 
 
 I /~* REAT God, attend to my complaint, 
 V.T Nor let my drooping fpirit faint ; 
 When foes in fecret fpread the fnare, 
 Let my falvation be thy care, 
 L 
 
I2 4 PS A L M S. 
 
 hield mc without, and guard within, 
 From treacherous foes and deadly On ; 
 
 May envy, luft and pride d< 
 
 And heav'nly grace expand my heart. 
 
 3 Thy juflice and thy power difpiay, 
 And i'catter far thy foes away ; 
 While lift'ning nations learn thy v 
 And faints triumphant hiefs the Lord. 
 
 4 Then fhall thy church exalt her voice, 
 And all that love thy name rejoice ; 
 By faith approach thine awful throne, 
 And plead the merits of thy Son. 
 
 PSALM LXV. ver. r ,— 5. Firfl part. Long Metre. 
 
 Public prayer at 
 I HPHE praife of Zion waite for thee, 
 
 X My God ; and praife becomes thy home ; 
 There (hall thy faints thy glory fee, 
 Arid there perform their public 1 
 1 O thou, whofe mercy bends the 
 
 To five when humble finners pray, 
 All lands to thee fhall lift their e 
 
 And every yielding heart obey. 
 
 3 Againfi: my will my fins prevail, 
 
 But grace fhall purge away the Q 
 The blood of Chrift will never fail 
 
 To wafh . .[ n> 
 
 4 Rlefs'd is the man whom thou (halt d 
 
 And give him kind 
 G ^ thy houfe, 
 
 To tafte tl free. 
 
 P A U S E. 
 
 jx Let Babel fear wh< 
 
 In terror and w 
 Ad . 
 
PSALMS. 125 
 
 7 Then fhall the flocking nations run 
 
 To Zion's hill, and own their Lord; 
 The rifing and the fetting fun 
 
 Shall fee the Saviour's name ador'd. 
 
 P S A L M LXV. ver. 5,-13. Second part. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Divine providence in air, earth, and fea ; or, The God of 
 
 nature and grace. 
 
 I r I TIE God of our falvation hears 
 
 JL The groans of Zion, mix'd with tears; 
 Yet when he comes with kind defigns, 
 Through all the way his terror fhines. 
 
 3 On him the race of man depends, 
 Far as the earth's remoteft ends, 
 Where the Creator's name is known 
 By nature's feeble light alone. 
 
 3 Sailors, that travel o'er the flood, 
 Addrefs their frighted fouls to God, 
 When tempefts rage, and billows roar 
 At dreadful difiance from the ihore. 
 
 4 He bids the noify tempefl ceafe ; 
 
 He calms the raging crowd to peace,' 
 When a tumultuous nation raves; 
 Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. 
 
 5 Whole kingdoms, fhaken by the ftorm* 
 He fettles in a peaceful form ; 
 Mountains eftablifh'd by his hand, 
 Firm on their old foundation ftand. 
 
 6 Behold his enfigns fweep the fky, 
 New comets blaze, and light'nings fly ; 
 The Heathen lands, with fwift furprife, 
 From the bright horrors turn their eye^. 
 
 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 weftern hills. 
 
 2 Seafons and times obey his voice ; 
 The evening and the morn rejoice 
 4T0 fee the earth made foft with fliowers, 
 Laden with fruit and drefs'd in flowers. 
 
126 PSALMS. 
 
 9 'Tis from his wat'ry ftores on frgh 
 He gives the thirfty ground fupply ; 
 He walks upon the clouds, and thence 
 Doth his enriching drops difpenfe. 
 
 10 The defart grows a fruitful field, 
 Abundant fruit the valliea j 
 
 The vallies fhout with cheerful voice, 
 And neighbouring hills repeat their joys. 
 
 1 1 The paftures fmile in green array, 
 There lambs and larger cattle play ; 
 The larger cattle and the lamb, 
 
 Each in his language fpeaks thy name. 
 
 i z Thy works pronounce thy pow'r divine ; 
 O'er ev'ry field thy glories fhine ; 
 Through ev'ry month thy gifts appear ; 
 . Great God, thy goodnefs crowns the year. 
 
 PSALM LXV. Firfr. part. Common Metre. 
 
 A prayer-hearing God; and the Gentiles calkd. 
 
 I T)RAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee; 
 JL There fhall our vows be paid ; 
 Thou haft an ear when finners pray, 
 All flefh fhall feek thine aid, 
 a Lord, our iniquities prevail, 
 
 But pard'ning grace is thine, 
 And thou wilt grant us power and fkill 
 To conquer ev'ry fin. 
 
 3 Blefs'd are the men whom thou wilt chufe 
 
 7'o bring thtm near thy face, 
 Give them a dwelling in thine houfe, 
 To feaft upon thy grace. 
 
 4 In anfw'ring what thy church requefts, 
 
 Thy truth and terror fhine, 
 And works of dreadful right coufnd's 
 Fulfil thy kind defign. 
 
 5 Thus {hall the wond'ring nations fee 
 
 The Lord is good and juft -, 
 And diftant iflands fly to thee, 
 
 And make thy' name their truft. 
 
PSALMS. IZ7 
 
 6 They dread thy glittering tokens, Lord, 
 When figns in heav'n appear ; 
 But they fhall learn thy holy word, 
 And love as well as fear. 
 
 PSALM LXV. Second part. } Common Metre. 
 
 'The providence of God in air, earth, and fea ; or, 'The 
 bleffings of rain. 
 
 I ,r THIS by thy ftrength the mountains ftand, 
 X God of eternal pow'r ; 
 The fea grows calm at thy command, 
 And tempefts ceafe to roar. 
 
 3 Thy morning light and ev'ning fhade 
 Succeffive comforts bring : 
 Thy plenteous fruits make harveft glad, 
 Thy flowers adorn the fpring. 
 
 3 Seafons and times, and moons and hours, 
 
 Heaven, earth and air are thine ; 
 When clouds diftil in fruitful fhowers, 
 The author is divine. 
 
 4 Thofe wand'ring cifterns in the fky 
 
 Borne by the winds around, 
 Whofe wat'ry treafures well fupply 
 The furrows of the ground. 
 
 5 The thirfty ridges drink their fill, 
 
 And ranks of corn appear ; 
 Thy ways abound with bleffings hull, 
 Thy goodnefs crowns the year. 
 
 PSALM LXV. Third part. Common Metre. 
 
 The bleffngs of the fpring ; or, God gives rain. 
 
 A pfalm for the hufbandman. 
 
 I /^N OD is the Lord, the heav'nly King, 
 VJ?" Who makes the earth his care ; 
 Vifits the paftures ev'ry fpring, 
 And bids the grafs appear. 
 
 3 The clouds, like rivers, rais'd en high, 
 
 Pour out at his command 
 ■ Their wat'ry bleffings from the fky, 
 To cheer the thirfty land. 
 L 3 
 
128 P S A I. M S. 
 
 3 The foftcn'd ridges of the field 
 
 Permit the corn to fpring ; 
 
 The vallies rich provifion yield, 
 
 And the poor laborers fing. 
 
 4 The little hills on cv'ry fide 
 
 Rejoice at falling fhow'rs ; 
 The meadows drefs'd in beauteous pride, 
 Perfume the air with ilow'rs. 
 
 5 The barren clods, refrefh'd with rain, 
 
 Promife a joyful crop ; 
 The parched grounds look green again, 
 And raife the reapers' hope. 
 
 6 The various months thy goodnefs crowns 
 
 How bounteous are thy ways ! 
 The bleating flocks fpread o'er the down?, 
 And fliephords, fliout thy praife. 
 
 P S A L M LXVI. Firfr. part. Common Metre. 
 
 Governing power and goodnefs ; or, Our grace tried by 
 ajftifiions. 
 
 1 OING, all ye nations, to the Lord, 
 O Sing with a joyful noife; 
 
 With melody of found record 
 His honors and your joys. 
 
 2 Say to the Pow'r that form'd the fky, 
 
 " How terrible art thou ! 
 ners befoic thy prefence fly, 
 " Or at thy feet tluy bow." 
 
 [3 Come, fee the wonders of our God, 
 How glorious are his ways ! 
 In Mofes' hand he put the rod, 
 And clave the frighted feas. 
 
 4 He made the ebbing channel dry, 
 
 While Ifra'l pafs'd the flood 
 
 There did the church begin their joy, 
 
 And triumph in their God.] 
 
 5 He rules by his refiftlefs might ; 
 
 Will rebel mortals dare 
 Provoke th' Eternal to the fight, 
 
 ' tempt that dreadful war ? 
 
PS.AL M S. 129 
 
 6 O blefs our God, and never ceafe ; 
 
 Ye faints, fulfil his praife ; 
 He keeps our life, maintains our peace, 
 And guides our doubtful ways. 
 
 7 Lord, thou haft prov'd our fuff'ring fouls, 
 
 To make our graces fhine ; 
 So filver bears the burning coals, 
 The metal to refine. 
 
 8 Through wat'ry deeps and firey ways 
 
 We march at thy command, 
 Led to poffefs the promis'd place 
 By thine unerring hand. 
 
 PSALM LXVI. ver. 13, — 20. Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Praife to God for hearing prayer. 
 
 I ~\TOW fhall my folemn vows be paid 
 IN To that almighty Pow'r, 
 That heard the long requefts I made 
 In my diftrefsful hour. 
 
 a My lips and cheerful heart prepare 
 To make his mercies known ; 
 Come, ye that fear my God, and hear 
 The wonders he has done. 
 
 3 When on my head huge forrows fell, 
 
 I fought the heav'nly 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 employ'd my tongue, 
 The Lord had fhown me no regard, 
 Nor I his praifes fung. 
 
 5 But God (his name be ever blefs'd!) 
 
 Has fet my fpirit free, 
 Nor tura'd from him my poor requeft. 
 Nor turn'd his heart from me. 
 
13° PSALM S. 
 
 PSALM LXVII. Common Metre 
 The nation's profperity, and the church' j iticreafc. 
 
 I OH1NK. mighty God, on Zion fhine, 
 O With beams of hcav'nly grace : 
 Reveal thy pow'r through all our coafts, 
 
 .And fhew thy lhiiling face. 
 
 [2 Amidft our realm, exalted high 
 Do thou our glory ftand. 
 And, like a wall of guardian fire, 
 Surround the fav'rite land.j 
 
 3 When fhall thy name from fhore to fhore 
 
 Sound all the earth abroad, 
 And diftant nations know and love 
 Their Saviour and their (><>>! ~'. 
 
 4 Sing to the Lord, ye diftant lands, 
 
 Sing loud, with folemn voice ; 
 Let ev'ry tongue exalt his praife, 
 And every heart rejoice. 
 
 5 He, the great Lord, the fov'reign Judge, 
 
 That fits enthroned above, 
 In wifdom rules the worlds he made 
 And bids them tafte his love. 
 
 6 Earth Avail obey his high command, 
 
 And yield a full increafe ; 
 Our God will crown his chofen land 
 With fruitfulnels and pea 
 
 7 God the Redeemer fcattrrs round 
 
 His choicelt favors here, 
 
 While the creation's utmoft bound 
 
 Shall fee, adore, and fear. 
 
 P S A L M LXVIII. Firft part. ver. i,~6, 32 
 Long Metre. 
 
 The vengeance and cunpiijjiun of Cod. 
 I T IT God arife in all his might, 
 
 d^i And put the troops of ikii to flight ; 
 
 (moke that fought to cloud the Dcies, 
 Before the riling tcropeft file;. 
 
 » .>•*» .ij- 
 
PSALMS. 131 
 
 (2 He comes, array'd in burning ilames ; 
 Juftice and vengeance are his names : 
 Pehold, his fainting foes expire, 
 Like melting wax before the fire.] 
 
 3 He rides and thunders through the Iky ; 
 His name Jehovah founds on high : 
 Sing to his name, ye ions 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 helplefs find 
 A Judge that's juft, a Father kind. 
 
 5 He breaks the captive's heavy chain, 
 And pris'ners fee the light again ; 
 But rebels, that difpute his will, 
 Shall dwell in chains and darknefs frill. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong ; 
 Crown him, ye nations, in your fong : 
 His wono/rcus names and pow'rs rehearfe, 
 His honors fhall enrich your verfe. 
 
 7 He fliakes the heav'ns with loud alarms ; 
 How terrible is God in arms! 
 
 In Ifra'l are his mercies known, 
 Ifra'l is his peculiar throne. 
 
 8 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blefs'd ; 
 He's your defence, your joy, your reft ; 
 When terrors rife, and nations faint/ 
 
 God is the ftrength of ev'ry faint. 
 
 PSALM LX7III. ver. 17,18. Second part. 
 
 I ong Metre. 
 
 Chrift's afcenfion, and the gift of {he Spirit. 
 
 I T ORD, when thou didffc afcend on high, 
 1 J Ten thoufand angels fill'd the Iky ; 
 Thofe heavenly guards around thee wait, 
 Like chariots that attend thy ftate, 
 
 X Not Sinai's mountain could appear 
 
 More glorious, when the Lord was there, 
 While he pfonoune'd his dreadful law, 
 And ftruck the chofen tribes with awe. 
 
*3« PSALM S. 
 
 3 How bright the triumph none can tell, 
 When the rebellious pow'rs pf hell, 
 
 'I hat thoufand fouls had caj 
 
 V ere all in chains like captives, led ! 
 
 4 Rais'd by his Father to the throne, 
 He fent his promis'd Spirit down, 
 With gilts and grace for rebel men, 
 That God might dwell on earth again. 
 
 PSALM LXVIII. ver. 19, 9, 20 , 21, 22. 
 
 Third part. Long Metre. 
 
 rrmft for temporal Llefllngs; or, Common K and facial mercies. 
 
 1 'XKT E bIefs the Lard ' the ^ uftj thc g ood » 
 
 V* Who fills our hearts with heav'nly food; 
 
 Who pours his bleffings from the Ikies, 
 And loads our days with rich fupplies. 
 1 He fends his fun his circuit round, 
 
 To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground ; 
 He bids the clouds, with pler-.eous rain, 
 Refrefh the thirfty earth again. 
 
 3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, 
 And all our near efcapes from death : 
 Safety and health to God belong; 
 
 He heals the weak, and guards the ftrong. 
 
 4 He makes the faint and fmner prove 
 The common bleffings of his love ; 
 But the wide du^'rence that remains 
 h cndlefs joy or endlefs pains. 
 
 5 The Lord, that bruis'd the ferpent's head, 
 On all the ferpent's feed fhali tread, 
 
 The ftubborn tinner's heart confound, 
 And fmite him with a felting wound. 
 
 6 But his right hand his faints fhall raifc 
 From the deep earth, or deeper Peas; 
 And bring them to his cou 
 
 Thi re (hall they tafte his fpecial love. 
 
PSAL M S. 
 
 133 
 
 s 
 
 PSALM LXIX. ver. I,— 14. Firft part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The fujferings of CJrriJl for our falvation. 
 
 AVE me, O God, the fwelling floods 
 Break in upon my foul : 
 " I fink :, and forrows o'er my head 
 " Like mighty waters roll. 
 
 a " I cry 'till all my voice he gone, 
 " In tears T wafle the day ; 
 " My God, behold my longing eyes, 
 " And flioiten thy adL*y. 
 
 3 " They hate my foul without a caufe, 
 
 ** And ftlll their number grows ; 
 ■" More than the hairs around my head, 
 " And miglny, are my foes. 
 
 4 " 'Twas then I paid that dreadful debt 
 
 " That men could never pay, 
 " And gave thofe honors to thy law 
 " Which finners took away." 
 
 j Thus, in the great Mefiiah^s name, 
 The royal prophet mourns ; 
 Thus he awakes our hearts to grief, 
 And gives us joy by turns. 
 
 6 c; Now (hall the faints rejoice and find 
 " Salvation in my name, 
 " For I have borne their heavy'load 
 " Of forrow, pain, and fhame. 
 
 j " Grief, like a garment, cloth'd me round, 
 " And fackcloth was my drefs, 
 " While I procur'd for naked fouls 
 " A robe of righteouihef-,. 
 
 ? " Amongft my brethren and the Jews 
 " I like a ftranger ftood, 
 " And bore their vite reproach, to bring 
 " The Gentiles near to God. 
 
 9 " I came in fmful mortal-/ fLead 
 :< To do my Father's will, 
 * Yet, when I cleared ray Father\s hxrafe, 
 " They fcanclal^'d my zeal. 
 
134 PSA L M S. 
 
 10 " My failings and my holy groans 
 
 " Were made the drunkard's fong ; 
 " Eur. God, from his celcftial throne^ ' 
 " Heard my complaining tongue. 
 
 11 " He fav'd me from the dreadful deep, 
 
 " Where fears hefet mc round ; 
 " He rais'd and fix'd my finking feet 
 " On well eftablifVd ground. 
 
 12 " 'Twas in a moft accepted hour 
 
 " My pray'r arofe on high, 
 " And, for my fake, my God fhall hear 
 " The dying Gnner's cry.'* 
 
 PSALM LXIX. ver. 14—21, 26, 29, 32. 
 
 Second part. Common Metre. 
 
 The, pajpon and exaltation of Cb'rifl. 
 
 1 "M ow lct our lips w?th holy fear > 
 
 1/N Ana mournful plei ling 
 
 The fuff rings of or. Implicit, 
 
 The i our King.^ 
 
 2 He (inks in floods of deep diftrefs ; 
 
 How high the waters rife ! 
 While to hi-, henv'rly Father's car 
 fends p< 1 p< 1 ual ie \. 
 
 3 " Hear me, O Lord, and fare thy Sou, 
 
 " Nor hide thy Aiming face ; 
 " Why fhould thy fav'rite look like one 
 ' l Forfaken of thy grace ? 
 
 4 " With rage they perfecute the man 
 
 " That groans beneath thy won 
 " While for a faenfice I pour 
 
 " My life upon the ground. 
 
 5 " They tread my honor to the duft, 
 
 " And laugh when I comp; 
 " Their 'fharp infulting flai 
 
 " Frefli angutfh to my pain. 
 
 6 " All my reproach is knov 
 
 '• The fcu'idal and the fh • 
 ". Reproach has hroke my bleeding heart, 
 L lies d< iii'd my 
 
PSALMS. 135 
 
 7 " I look'd for pity but in vain ; 
 
 " My kindred are my grief; 
 " I afk my friends for comfort round, 
 " But meet with no relief. 
 
 8 " With vinegar they mock my thirffc, 
 
 " They give me gall for food ; 
 
 " And, fporting with my dying groans, 
 
 " They triumph in my blood. 
 
 9 " Shine into my diftreffed foul, 
 
 " Let thy ccmpaffion fave ; 
 " And though my flefh fink down to death, 
 " Redeem it from the grave. 
 
 10 " I fhall arife to praife thy name, 
 
 " Shali reign in worlds unknown, 
 " And thy falvation, O my God, . 
 " Shall feat me on thy throne !" 
 
 PSALM LXIX. Third part. Common Metre, 
 
 Chrift's obedience and death ; or, God glorified and tinners- 
 
 faved. 
 
 1 TpATHER, I fmg thy wond'rous grace, 
 JL I blefs my Saviour's name, 
 
 He brought falvation for the poor, 
 And bore the fmner's fhame. 
 
 2 His deep diftrefs has rais'd us high, 
 
 His duty and his zeal 
 Fulfili'd the law which mortals broke, 
 And fmiih'd all thy will. 
 
 3 His dying groans, his living fongs, 
 
 Shall better pleafe my God, 
 Than harp or trumpet's folemn found, 
 Than goat's or bullock's blood. 
 
 4 This fhall his humble foll'wers fee, 
 
 And let their hearts at reft ; 
 They by his death draw near to thee, 
 And live for ever blefs'd. 
 
 5 Let heaven and all that dwell on high 
 
 To God their voices raife, 
 While lands and feas affift the fey, 
 And join t'advance his praife> 
 
 M 
 
i 3 6 PSALM 8. 
 
 6 Zion is thine, moft holy God; 
 
 Thy Son (hall blefs her gates ; 
 And glory, purchas'd by his blood, 
 
 For thine own lffa'1 waits. 
 
 1> S A L M LXIX. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 Chriji's pajpon, and Jinner's falvation. 
 
 I TT\FFP in our hearts let us record 
 JL/ The deeper forrows of our Lord ; 
 Behold the riling billows roll, 
 To overwhelm his holy foul ! 
 
 1 In long complaints he fpends his breath, 
 While hofhs of hell, and powTs of death. 
 And all the fons of malice join 
 To execute their curs'd dehgn. 
 
 3 Yet, gracious God, thy pow'r and love 
 Has made the curfe a blefling prove; 
 Thofe dreadful fufP rings of thy Son 
 Aton'd for crimes which we have done. 
 
 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord, 
 The honors of thy law reftor'd ; 
 His forrows made thy juirice known. 
 And paid for follies not his own. 
 
 5 O for his fake our guilt forgive, 
 
 And let tile mourning firmer live ; 
 The Ford will hear us in his name, 
 Nor iha.ll our hope he turn'd to fhame. 
 
 P S A L M LXIX. vcr. -, life. Second parr. 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Cbrij 
 
 1 jHHWAS for our fake, eternal God, 
 
 JL Thy Son fuftain'd that heavy load 
 Of bale reproach, an 
 While fhame d 
 
 2 The Jews, his I od his kin, 
 
 hat <3Hrd then- fin 
 While he fulfnl'd thy holy laws, 
 They hate him, but without a caufc. 
 
PSALMS. 137 
 
 [3 " My Father's houfe," faid he, " was made 
 " A place for worfnip, not for trade ;" 
 Then, featuring all their gold and brafs, 
 He fcourgM the merchants from the place.] 
 
 [4 Zeal for the temple of his God 
 Confum'd his life, expos' d his blood : 
 Reproaches at thy glory thrown 
 He felt, and mourn'd them as his own.] 
 [5 His friends forfook, his followers fled, 
 While foes and arms furround his head ; 
 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 died for me.] 
 7 But God beheld ; and from his throne, 
 Marks out the men that hate his Son ; 
 The hand that rais'd him from the dead 
 Shall pour the vengeance on their head. 
 
 PSALM LXX. Common Metre, 
 Protection againji ferfottal enemies. 
 
 I TN hafte, O God, attend my call, 
 
 JL Nor hear my cries in vain ; 
 Oh let thy fpeed prevent my fall, 
 And'ftiil my hope fuftain. 
 
 3 When foes infidious wound my name, 
 And tempt my foul all ray, 
 Then let them fall with bailing fhame, 
 To their own plots a prey. 
 
 3 While all that love thy name rejoice, 
 
 And glory in thy word, 
 
 In thy falvation raife their voice, 
 
 And magnify the Lord. 
 
 4 O thou my help in time of need, 
 
 Behold my fore difmay ; 
 In pity haften to my aid, 
 
 Nor let thy grace delay. 
 
138 PSALM S. 
 
 PSALM LXXI. ver. 5,-9. Firft part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The aged faint's rcjleBJon and hope. 
 
 I T\ /f"Y God, my everlafting hope 
 i.V.1 I live upon thy truth ; 
 Thine hands have held my childhood up, 
 And ftrengthen'd all my youth. 
 
 a My flcfli was fafhion'd by thy power, 
 With all thefc limbs of mine ; 
 And, from my mother's painful hour, 
 I've been entirely thine. 
 
 3 Still h*s my life new wonders feen 
 
 Repeated every year ; 
 Behold, my days that yet remain 
 I truft them to thy care. 
 
 4 Caft me not off when ftrength decline.^ 
 
 When hoary hairs arife ; 
 And round me let thy glory fhine, 
 Whene'er thy fervant dies, 
 
 5 Then, in the hift'ry of my age, 
 
 When men review my days, 
 They'll read thy love in every page, 
 In ev'ry line thy praife. 
 
 PSALM LXXI. ver. 15, 14, 16, 23, it, 24. 
 Second part. Common Metre. 
 
 Chriji our jlrettgth and rtjrhtioufhefs : 
 
 I "]\/f~Y Saviour, my almighty friend, 
 JLVJL When I begin thy praife, 
 Where will the growing numbers' end, 
 The numbers of thy grace ? 
 
 a Thou art my everlafting truft, 
 Thy goodnefs I adore ! 
 And mice I knew thy graces firft, , 
 I fpeak thy glories more. 
 
 3 My feet fhall travel all the length 
 Of the celeftial road, 
 And march with courage, in thy ftrength, 
 To fee my Father God. 
 
PSALMS. 139 
 
 4 When I am fill'd with fore diftrefs 
 
 For fome furprifirjg fin, 
 I'll plead thy perfect righteoufnefs, 
 And mention none but thine. 
 
 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell 
 
 The vicTries of my King ! 
 My foul, redeem'd from fin and hell, 
 Shall thy falvation fing. 
 
 [6 My tongue fhall all the day proclaim 
 My Saviour and my God, 
 His < brought my foes to fhame, 
 
 And fav'd me by his blood.] 
 
 7 Awake, awake my tuneful pow'rs ; 
 With this delightful fong 
 I'll entertain the darkeft: hours, 
 Nor think the feafon long. 
 
 PSALM LXXI. ver. 17,-21. Third part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 The aged £brijlian s prayer and fong ; or, Old age, death , 
 and the refurreclion. 
 1 I /"N OD of my childhood, and my youth, 
 VJS" The guide of all my days, 
 I have declared thy he?v'nly truth, 
 And told thy wcncVrcus ways. 
 
 a Wilt thou forfake my hoary hiirs, 
 And leave my fainting heart ? 
 Who fhall fuftain my finking years 
 If God, my ftrength, depart ? 
 
 3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim 
 
 Before the rifmg age, 
 And leave a favour of thy name 
 When 1 fhall quit the ftage. 
 
 4 The land of fiknce and of death 
 
 Attends my next remove ; 
 O may thefe poor remains of breath 
 Teach the wide world thy love ! 
 P A U S E. 
 
 5 Thy righteoufnefs is deep and high, 
 
 Unfearchable thy deeds ; 
 Thy glory fpreads beyond the fky, 
 And all my praife exceeds. 
 M a 
 
140 PSALM S. 
 
 6 Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar, 
 
 And oft endur'd the grief; 
 But when thy hand has prefVd me fore, 
 Thy grace was my relief. 
 
 7 By long experience have I known 
 
 Thy fov'reign power to lave ; 
 At thy command I venture down 
 Securely to the grave. 
 
 8 When I lie buried deep in duft, 
 
 My flefh fhall be thy care ; 
 Thefe withered limbs with thee I truft 
 'i o raife them ftrong and fair. 
 
 P S A L M LXX1I. Firfl part. Long Metre. 
 
 Ths kingdom of Chr'ijl. 
 
 I f^i REAT God, whofe univerfal fway, 
 \JT The known and unknown worlds obey, 
 Now give the kingdom to thy Son, 
 Extend his power, exalt his throne. 
 
 a Thy fceptre well becomes his hands, 
 All heav'n fubmits to his commands ; 
 His juftice fhall avenge the poor, 
 And pride and rage prevail no more. 
 
 3 With power he vindicates the juft, 
 And treads th' oppreffor in the duft ; 
 His worfhip and his fear fhall laft, 
 
 , 'Till hours, and years, and time be paft. 
 
 4 As rain on meadows newly mown, 
 So fhall he fend his influence dov* n ; 
 His grace on fainting fouls diflills, 
 Like heav'niy^dew on thirfty hills. 
 
 5 The heathen lands that lie beneath 
 The fhades of overfpreading death, 
 Revive at his firfl dawning light, 
 And defarts blcffom at the light. 
 
 6 The faints fhall flourifh in his days, 
 Drefs'd in the robes of 'joy and praife ; 
 Peace, like a river from his throne, 
 Shall ilow to nations yet unknown. 
 
PSALMS. 141 
 
 PSALM LXXII. Second part. Long Metre. 
 
 C /j rift' 's kingdom among the Gentiles. 
 I TESUS fhall reign where'er the fun 
 J Does his fucceflive journies run : 
 His kingdom ftrelch from fhore to fhore, 
 'Till moons fhall wax and wane no more. 
 
 < r 2 Eehold the nations with their kings; 
 There Europe her beft tribute brings ; 
 From north to fouth the princes meet 
 To pay their homage at his feet. 
 
 3 There Perfia, glorious to behold, 
 And India mines in eaftern gold ; 
 While weftern empires own their Lord, 
 And favage tribes attend his word.] 
 
 4 For him fhall endlefs pray'r be made, 
 And endlefs praifes crown his head ; 
 His name like fweet perfume fhall rife 
 With every morning facrifice. 
 
 5 People and realms of every tongue 
 Dwell en his love with fweet eft fong; 
 And infant- voices fhall proclaim 
 Their early bleffings on his name. 
 
 ■6 Bleffings abound where'er he reigns ; 
 The joyful pris'ner burfts his chains ; 
 The weary find eternal reft, 
 And all the'fons of want are bleft. 
 
 [ 7 Where he difplays his healing power, 
 Death and the curie are known no more ; 
 In him the tribes of Adam boaft 
 More bleffings than Iheir father loft. 
 
 3 Let every creature rife and bring 
 Peculiar honors to our king : 
 Angels defcend with longs againj 
 And earth repeat^ the loud amen.] 
 
 P S A L M LXX1II. Firft pare. Common Metre. 
 
 AjfliMed faints hitfpy, and profger , finners curfed. 
 I \TOW I'm convinced the Lord is kind 
 XN To men of heai;t fiJricere, 
 Yet once my fooliih thoughts rcpin/d, 
 And border' d on defpair. 
 
i 4 2 PSALMS. 
 
 3 I griev'd to fee the wicked thrive, 
 And fpoke with angry breath, 
 " How pleafant and profane they live ; 
 " How peaceful is their death ! 
 
 3 " With well fed fiefh and haughty eyes 
 
 " They lay their fears to fleep ; 
 
 " Againft the heav'ns their flanders rife, 
 
 " While faints in filence weep. 
 
 4 " In vain I lift my hands to pray, 
 
 " And cleanfe my heart in vain \ 
 " For I am chaft'ned all the day, 
 
 " The night renews my pain." 
 
 5 Yet while my tongue indulged complaints, 
 
 I felt my heart reprove ; 
 «• Sure I fhall thus offend thy faints, 
 And grieve the men I leve." 
 
 6 But ft ill I found my doubts too hard, 
 
 The conflict too fevere,* 
 'Till I retirM to fearch thy word, 
 And learn thy fecrets there. 
 
 7 There, as in fome prophetic glafs, 
 
 I faw the linner fit 
 High mounted on a flipp'ry place, 
 Befide a firey pit. 
 
 8 I heard the wretch profanely boaft, 
 
 'Till at thy frown he fell ; 
 His honors in a dream were loft, 
 And he awakes in hell. 
 
 q Lord, what an envious fool I was 1 
 How like a thou^htlefs beaft ! 
 Thus to fufpe6l thy promis'd grace, 
 And think the wicked bleft. 
 
 lo Yet I was kept from full defpair, 
 Upheld by power unknown ; 
 That bleffed hand that broke the fnarc 
 Shall guide me to thy throne. 
 
PSALMS. 143 
 
 PSALM LXXIIT. ver. 23,-28, Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 God our portion here and hereafter. 
 
 I /"~N OD, my fupporter and my hope, 
 \J My help forever near, 
 Thine arm of mercy held me up 
 When finking in delpair. 
 
 3 Thy counfels, Lord, fhall guide my feet 
 Through life's bewilder'd race ; 
 Thine hand conduct me near thy feat , 
 To dwell before thy face. . 
 
 3 Were- I in heav'n without my God, 
 
 'T would be no joy to me : 
 And whilft this earth is my abode, 
 I long for none but thee. 
 
 4 What if the fprings of life fhould break. 
 
 And flefh and heart fhould faint, 
 God is my foul's eternal rock, 
 The ftrength of every faint. 
 
 5 Behold the finners that remove 
 
 Far from thy prefence die ; 
 Not all the idol gods they love 
 
 Can fave them when they cry. 
 
 6 But to draw near to thee, my God, 
 
 Shall be my fweet employ ; 
 My tongue fhall found thy works abroad, 
 And tell the world my joy. 
 
 PSALM LXXIII. ver. 22, 3, 6, 17— 20. Long Metre. 
 The profperity of finners curfed. 
 
 1 T ORD, what a thoughtlefs wretch was I, 
 V j To mourn, and murmur, and repine, 
 
 To fee the wicked plac'd on high, 
 
 In pride and robes of honor fhine. 
 
 2 But, oh their end, their dreadful end ! 
 
 Thy fanctuary taught me fo : 
 On fiipp'ry rocks I fee them ftand, 
 And firey billows roll below. 
 
144 PSALMS. 
 
 3 Now let them boaft how tall they rife, 
 
 I'll never envy them again ; 
 There they may ftand with haughty eyes, 
 'Till .hey plunge deep in endlefs pain. 
 
 4 Their fancy'd joys, how fall they flee ! 
 
 Like dreams as fleeting arid as vain ; 
 Their fongs of fofteft harmony 
 
 Are out a prelude to their pain. 
 
 5 Now I efteem their mirth and wine 
 
 Too dear to purchafe with my blood ; 
 Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, 
 
 My life, my portion, and my God. 
 
 PSALM LXXIII. Short Metre. 
 
 The myjiery of Providence unfolded. 
 
 I Q URE there's a righteous God, 
 O Nor is religion vain ; 
 Though men of vice may boaft aloud, 
 And men of grace complain. 
 
 a I faw the wicked rife, 
 
 And felt my heart repine, 
 While haughty fools with fcornful eyes 
 In robes of honor fhine. 
 
 [3 Pamper'd with wanton eafe, 
 
 Their flefh looks full and fair, 
 
 Their wealth rolls in like flowing feas, 
 
 And grows without their care. 
 
 4 Free from the plagues and pains 
 
 That pious fouls endure, 
 Through all their life oppreffion reigns, 
 And racks the humble poor. 
 
 5 Their impious tongues blafphemc 
 
 The everlafting God : 
 Their malice blafls the good man's name, 
 And fpreads their lies abroad. 
 
 6 But I with flowing tears 
 
 Induig'd my doubts to rife ; 
 " Is there a God that fees or hears 
 " The things below the ikies !"] 
 
PSALMS. 145 
 
 7 The tumult of my thought 
 
 Held me in hard fufpenfe, 
 'Till to thy houfe my feet were brought 
 To learn thy juftice thence. 
 
 8 Thy word with light and power 
 
 Did my miftake amend ; 
 I viewM the finners life before, 
 But here I learnt their end. 
 
 9 On what a flipp'ry fteep 
 
 The thoughtlefs wretches go ! 
 And, oh ! that dreadful firey deep 
 That waits their fall below ! 
 
 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow, 
 
 My thoughts no more repine : 
 I call my God my portion now, 
 And all my powers are thine. 
 
 PSALM LXXIV. Common Metre. 
 
 The church pleading iviih God under fore perfection. 
 
 I "TTTILL God forever caft us off! 
 
 VV His wrath forever fmoke 
 
 Againft the people of his love — 
 
 His little chofen flock ? 
 
 2, Think of the tribes fo dearly bought 
 With their Redeemer's blood ; 
 Nor let thy Zion be forgot, 
 
 "Where once thy glory flood. 
 
 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in hafle, 
 
 Aloud our ruin calls ; 
 See what a wide and fearful wafte 
 Is made within thy waJls. 
 
 4 Where once thy churches' pray'd and fang, 
 
 Thy foes profanely rage ; 
 Amid thy gates their enfigns hang, 
 And there their hofes engage. . 
 
 5 How are the feats of worfnip broke ? 
 
 They tear the buildings dorvn, 
 And he that deals the heavieft ftroke 
 Procures the chief renown. 
 
1 46 PSALMS. 
 
 6 With flames they threaten to deftroy 
 
 Thy children in their reft ; 
 " Come let us burn at once" (they cry) 
 " The temple and the prieft." 
 
 7 And, ftill to heighten our diftrefs, 
 
 Thy prefence is withdrawn ; 
 Thy wonted figns of power and grace, 
 Thy power and grace are gone. 
 
 8 No prophet fpeaks to calm our grief, 
 
 But all in filence mourn ; 
 
 Nor know the times of our relief, 
 
 The hour of thy return. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 9 How long, eternal God, how long 
 Shall men of pride blaipheme ; 
 Shall faints be made their endiefs fong, 
 And bear immortal fhame ? 
 
 io Canft thou forever fit and hear 
 Thy holy name profan'd — 
 And ftill thy jealoufy forbear, 
 And ftill withhold thy hand ! 
 
 11 What fhrange dehV ranee haft thou fhewn- 
 
 In ages long before ? 
 And now no other God we own, 
 
 No other God °.dore. 
 
 12 Thou didft divide the raging fea 
 
 By thy refiftlefs might, 
 To make t> tribes a wondrous way, 
 And then fecure their flight. 
 
 13 Is not the world of nature thine, 
 
 The darknefs and the day ? 
 Didft thou not b ; a the morning fhinc, 
 A od mark the fun his way ? 
 
 14 Hath not thy power form'd every coaft,. 
 
 And fet the earth its bounds, 
 With rummer's heat and winter's froft, 
 In their perpetual rounds ? 
 
 15 And fhall the fons of earth and duft 
 
 That facred power blaipheme ! 
 Will not thy hand that formed them firff. 
 Avenge thine injur'd name ? 
 
PSALMS. 147 
 
 16 Think on the covenant thou haft made, 
 
 And all thy words of love ; 
 Nor let the birds of prey invade 
 , And vex thy trembling dove. 
 
 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, 
 
 And make our hope their jeft ; 
 Plead thine own caufe, almighty God, 
 And give thy children relt. 
 
 PSALM LXXV. Long Metre, 
 
 Pratfe to God for the return of peace. 
 
 I HPO thee, moft high and holy God, 
 
 X To thee our thankful hearts we raife ; 
 Thy works declare thy name abroad — 
 
 Thy wondrous works demand our praife. 
 
 0, To flav'ry doom'd, thy chofen fons 
 
 Beheld their foes triumphant rife ; 
 And, fore opprefs'd by earthly thrones, 
 They fought the fov 1 reign of the ikies. . 
 
 3 'Twas then, great God, with equal power 
 
 Arofethy vengeance and thy grace, 
 To fcourge their legions from the fhore, 
 And fave the remnant of thy race. 
 
 4 Thy hand, that form'd the reftlefs main, 
 
 And rear'd the mountain's awful head, 
 Bade raging feas their courfe reftrain, 
 And defert wilds receive their dead. 
 
 5 Such wonders never come by chance, 
 
 Nor can the winds fuch bleffmgs blow ; 
 'Tis God the judge doth one advance, 
 'Tis God that lays another low. 
 
 6 Let haughty tyrants fink their pride, 
 
 Nor lift fo high their fcornful head, 
 But lay their impious thoughts afide, 
 
 And own the empire God hath made. 
 
148 PSALM S. 
 
 PSALM LXXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 Ifrael faved, and the AJJyrians deftroyed ; or, God's ven- 
 geance aga'inft Lis enemies proceeds from his church. 
 
 J I 
 
 N Judah God of old was known 
 His name in Ifrael great ; 
 In Salem ftood his holy throne, 
 And Zion was his feat. 
 
 ft Among the praifes of his faints, 
 
 His dwelling there he chofe ; 
 There he receiv'd their juft complaints 
 Againil their haughty foes. 
 
 3 From Zion went his dreadful word, 
 
 And broke that threatening fpear ; 
 The bow, the arrows, and the fword, 
 And crufrYd th' Anyrian war. 
 
 4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms ehc 
 
 But mighty hills of prey \ 
 The hill on which Jehovah dwells 
 Is glorious more than they. 
 
 5 'Twas Zion's king that ftopp'd the breath 
 
 Of captains and their bands ; 
 The men of might fleep fall in death, 
 That quells their warlike hands. 
 
 6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God, 
 
 Eoth horfe and chariot fell : 
 Who knows the terrors of thy rod ? 
 Thy vengeance who can tell ? 
 
 7 What power can ftand before thy fight 
 
 When once thy wrath appears ? 
 When heav'n Ihines round with dreadful light. 
 The earth adores and fears. 
 
 8 When God in his own fov'reign ways 
 
 Comes down to fave th' oppreft, 
 The wrath of man fhall work his praife, 
 And he'll reftrain the reft. 
 
 [9 Vows to the Lord, and tribute bring; 
 Ye princes, fear his frown ; 
 His terrors fhake the proudeft king, 
 And fmite his armies down. 
 
PSAL M S. I 4!? 
 
 lo The thunder of his fharp rebuke 
 Our haughty foes fhall feel ; 
 For Jacob's God hath not forfook, 
 But dwells in Zion ftill.l 
 
 PSALM LXXV1I. Firft part. Common Metre 
 
 Melancholy ajfaulting, and hops prevailing. 
 
 I r T~ 1 God I cry'd with mournful voice, 
 X I fought his gracious ear, 
 In the fad hour, when trouble rofe, 
 And Sll'd my heart with fear. 
 
 1 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, 
 My fowl refus'd relief; 
 I thought on God, the juft and wife, 
 But thoughts increas'd my grief. 
 
 3 Still I complain'd, and full oppreft, 
 
 My heart began to break ; 
 My God, thy wrath forbade my reft, 
 And kept my eyes awake. 
 
 4 My overwhelming forrows grew, 
 
 'Till I could fpeak no more ; 
 Then I within myfelf withdrew, 
 And call'd thy judgments o'er. 
 
 5 I call'd back years and ancient times 9 
 
 When I beheld thy face ; 
 My fpirit fearch'd for fecret crimes 
 That might withhold thy grace. 
 
 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, 
 
 Which I enjoy' d before ; 
 And will the Lord no more be kind— 
 His face appear no more ? 
 
 7 Will he forever cafe me off — 
 
 His promife ever fail ? 
 Has he forgot his tender love ? 
 Shall anger full prevail ? 
 
 ,8 But I forbid this hopelefs thought, 
 This dark, defpairing frame, 
 Remembering what thy hand hath wrought ; 
 Thy hand is full the fame. 
 
150 PSALMS. 
 
 9 I'll think again of all thy ways, 
 And talk thy wonders o'er, 
 Thy wonders of recov'ring grace, 
 When flefh could hope no more. 
 
 jo Grace dwelt with juftice on the throne; 
 And men that love thy word 
 Have in thy fanctuary known 
 The counfels of the Lord. 
 
 PSALM LXXVII. Second part. Common Metre. 
 
 Comfort derived from ancient providence ; or, Jfratl delivered 
 from Egypt ^ and brought to Canaan. 
 
 I " TTOW awful is thy chaft'ning rod?" 
 JlJL (May thy own children fay;) 
 " The great, the wife, the dreadful God ! 
 " How holy is his way !" 
 
 a I'll meditate his works of old, 
 
 Who reigns in heav'n above ; 
 I'll hear his ancient wonders told, 
 And learn to truft his love. 
 
 3 He faw the houfe of Jofeph lie 
 
 With Egypt's yoke oppreft ; 
 Long he delayed to hear their cry ; 
 Nor gave his people reft. 
 
 4 The fons of pious Jacob feem'd 
 
 Abondon'd to their foes ; 
 But his almighty arm redeem' d 
 The nation whom he chofe. 
 
 5 Fromilavifh chains he fets them free, 
 
 They follow where he calls ; 
 He bade them venture through the fea, 
 And made the wavet their walls. 
 
 6 The waters faw thee, mighty God, 
 
 The waters faw thee come ; 
 
 Backward they fled, and frighted flood, 
 
 To make thine armies room. 
 
 7 Strange was' thy journey through the fea, 
 
 Thy footfteps, Lord, unknown; 
 Terrors attend the wondrous way 
 That brings thy mercies down. 
 
PSAL M S. 15 r 
 
 [3 Thy voice with terror in the found 
 
 Through clouds and darknefs broke ; 
 All heav'n in lightning ihone around, 
 And earth with thunder fhook. 
 
 9 Thine arrows through the Ikies were hurPd ; 
 
 How glorious is the Lord ! 
 Surprife and trembling feiz'd the world, 
 And all his faints ador'd. 
 
 10 He gave them water from the rock ; 
 
 And, fafe by Metes' hand. 
 Through a dry defert led his frock 
 To Canaan's promis'd land.] 
 
 PSALM L XXVIII. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 
 Providence of God recorded ; or, Pious education and inflate* 
 
 tion of children. 
 
 1 T ET children hear the mighty deeds 
 I a Which God performed of old, 
 
 Which in our younger years we faw, 
 And which our fathers told. 
 
 2 He bids us make his glories known ; 
 
 His works of poyv'r and grace : 
 And we'll convey his wonders down . 
 Through ev'ry rifing race. 
 
 3 Our lips mail tell them to our fons, 
 
 And they again to their' s, 
 That generations yet unborn 
 
 May teach them to their heirs. 
 
 4 Thus mail they learn in God alone 
 
 Their hope fecurely ftands, 
 That they may ne'er forget his works, 
 But praclife his commands. 
 
 PSALM LXXVIII. Second part. Common Metre. 
 
 IfraeV 's rebellion and punifoment ; or, The fns and chaff - 
 
 ments of God's people. 
 
 H what a ftiff rebellious houfe 
 Was Jacob's ancient race ! 
 Td.i't to their own moft folemn vows, 
 And to their Maker's grace ! 
 N 4 
 
 o 
 
I5» PSALMS. 
 
 3 They broke the cov'nant of his love, 
 And did his laws defpife ; 
 Forgot the works he wrought to prove 
 His power before their eyes ! 
 
 3 They faw the plagues on Egypt 'light 
 
 From his avenging hand : 
 What dreadful tokens of his might 
 Spread o'er the ftubborn land ! 
 
 4 They faw him cleave the mighty fea, 
 
 And march'd with fafety through, 
 With wat'ry walls to guard their way, 
 "Till they had Tcap'd the foe. 
 
 5 A wondrous pillar mark'd the road, 
 
 Compos'd of fhade and light ; 
 By day it prov'd a fhelt'ring cloud,' 
 A leading fire by night. 
 
 6 He from the rock their thirft fupply'6.- 
 
 The gufhing waters flow'd, 
 And ran in rivers by their fide, 
 Along the defert road. 
 
 7 Yet they provok'd the Lord Moft High, 
 
 And darM diftruft his hand : 
 
 " Can he with bread our hoft fupply 
 
 " Amidft this barren land ?" 
 
 8 The Lord, with indignation, heard, 
 
 And caus'd his wrath to flame ; 
 His terrors ever ftand prcpar'd 
 To vindicate his name. 
 
 PSALM LXXVIII. . Third part. Common Metre. 
 
 Tue punijbmetlt of luxury and intemperance ; or, ChaB'iJc 
 ment andfalvation. 
 
 I "f TTHEN Ifrael finn'd, the Lord reprov'd, 
 VV And filled their hearts with dread ; 
 Yet he forgave the men he lov'd. 
 And fent them heav'nly bread. 
 
 a He fed them with a lib'ral hand, 
 
 And made his treafures known ; 
 He gave the midnight clouds command 
 To pour proviiion down. 
 
PSALMS. 153 
 
 3 The manna, like a morning fhow'r, 
 
 Lay thick around their feet ; 
 The food of heav'n, fo light, fo pure, 
 As though 'twere angels' meat. 
 
 4 But they, in murm'ring language, faid, 
 
 " Is manna all our feaft ? 
 " We lothe this light, this airy bread ; 
 « We muft have flefh to tafte." 
 
 5 « Ye fhall have flefli to pleafe your luft " 
 
 The Lord in wrath reply'd; 
 And fent them quails, like land, or dull, 
 Heap'd up on every fide. 
 
 6 He gave them all their own defire ; 
 
 And, greedy, as they fed, 
 
 His vengeance burnt with fecret fire, 
 
 And fmote the rebels dead. 
 
 7 When fome were flain, the reft retum'd, 
 
 And fought the Lord with-tears ; 
 Under the rod they fear'd and mourn'd, 
 But foon forgot their fears. 
 
 8 Oft he chaftis'd, and ftill forgave, 
 
 'Till, by his gracious hand, 
 The nations he refolv'd to fave 
 Poffefs'd the pronuYd land. 
 
 PSALM LXXVIII. ver. 32, tsfc. Fourth part. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 Backjliding and forgivenefs ; or, Sin pumjked, and faints 
 
 faved. 
 I /*"N REAT God, how oft did Ifrael prove, 
 \j By turns, thine anger and thy love ? 
 There, in a glafs, our hearts may fee 
 How fickle and how falfe they be. 
 
 1 How foon the faithlefs Jews forgot 
 
 The dreadful wonders God had wrought ! 
 Then they provok'd him to his face, 
 Nor fear his pow'r, nor truft his grace. 
 
 3 The Lord confum'd their years in pain, 
 And made their travels long and vain ; 
 A tedious march through unknown ways 
 Wore out* their ftrength, and fpent their days, 
 
Ij4 PSALM S. 
 
 4 Oft, when they faw their brethren flam, 
 They mourn'd, and fought the Lord again ; 
 Cail'd him the Rock of their abode, 
 Their high Redeemer, and their God. 
 
 5 Their pray'rs and vows before him rife, 
 As flattering words, or folemn lies, 
 While their rebellious tempers prove 
 Falfe to his covenant and his love. ; 
 
 6 Yet could 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 flame it burn'd. 
 
 7 He faw their flefh was weak and frail, 
 He faw temptations ftill prevail ; 
 The God of Abra'm lov'd them frill, 
 And led them to his holy hill. 
 
 PSALM LXXIX. Long Metre. 
 
 For the dijlrefs of roar. 
 
 I T>EHOLD, O God, what cruel foe« 
 JD Thy peaceful heritage invade ; 
 Thy holy temple ftands deftTd, 
 
 In duft thy facred walls are laid. 
 
 % Wide o'er the vallies drench'd in blood, 
 
 Thy people fall'n in death remain ; 
 
 The fowls of heaven their flefh devour. 
 
 And favage beafh divide the flain. 
 
 3 Th' infulting foes, with impious rage, 
 
 Reproach thy children to their face ; 
 " Where is your God of boafted power, 
 
 " And where the promife of his grace .<"' 
 
 4 Deep from the prifon's horrid glooms, 
 
 Oh hear the mournful captives figh, 
 And let thy fov'reign power reprieve 
 
 The trembling fouls condemn'd to die. 
 
 5 Let thofe who dar'd t' infult thy reign, 
 
 Return difmay'd with endlefs fhame, 
 While heathens, who thy grace defpife, 
 
 Shall from thy vengeance learn thy name. 
 
PSALMS. 155 
 
 6 So fhall thy children, freed from death, 
 Eternal fongs of honor raife, 
 And every future age fhall tell 
 
 Thy fovereign power and pard'ning grace. 
 PSALM LXXX. Long Metre. 
 The church's prayer under affllcllon ; or, The vineyard of 
 
 God tuajled. 
 I f~^i REAT Shepherd of thine Ifrael, 
 
 KJT Who didft between the cherubs dwell, 
 And led the tribes, thy chofen fheep, 
 Safe through the defer t and the deep — 
 % Thy church is in the defert, Lord, 
 Shine from on high, and light afford ; 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, 
 We fhall be fav'd, and figh no more. 
 
 3 Great God, whom heav'nly hofts obey, 
 How long fhall we lament and pray, 
 And wait in vam thy kind return ? 
 How long fhall thy fierce anger burn? 
 
 4 Inftead of wine and cheerful bread, 
 Thy faints with their own tears are fed; 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, 
 
 We fhall be fav'd, and figh no more. 
 PAUSE thefirft 
 
 5 Haft thou not planted with thy hands 
 A lovely vine in heathen lands ? 
 Did not thy power defend it round, 
 And heav'nly dews enrich the ground ? 
 
 6 How did the fpreading branches fhoot, 
 And blefs the nations with the fruit ? 
 But now, dear Lord, look down and fee 
 Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. 
 
 7 Why is her beauty thus defac'd ? 
 Why haft thou laid her fences wafte ? 
 Strangers and foes againft her join, 
 And ev'ry beaft devours the vine. 
 
 8 Return, almighty God, return ; 
 
 Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn ; 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, 
 We fhall be fav'd, and figh no more. 
 
*5 6 PSALMS. 
 
 PAUSE the fecond. 
 9 Lard, when this vine in Canaan grew, 
 Thou waft its ftrength and glory too ! 
 Attack'd in vain by all its foes, 
 'Till the fair branch of promife rofe. 
 io Fair branch, ordain'd of old to fhoot 
 From David's flock, from Jacob's root; 
 Himfelf a noble vine, and we 
 The leffer branches of the tree. 
 II 'Tis thy own Son; and he fhall ftand, 
 Girt with thy ftrength, at thy right hand ; 
 Thy firft-born Son, adorn'd and blefs'd 
 With pow'r and grace above the reft. 
 SZ O ! for his fake, attend our cry, 
 
 Shine on thy churches, left they die ; 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, 
 We fhall be fav'd, and figh no more. 
 PSALM LXXXI. ver.i,8,— 16. Short Metre. 
 The warning of God to bis people ; or, Spiritual blejjings 
 
 and punijhments. 
 I O ING to the Lord aloud, 
 O And make a joyful noife ; 
 God is our ftrength, our Saviour God ; 
 Let Ifrael hear his voice, 
 a " From idols falfe and vain 
 
 " Preferve my rights divine ; 
 " I am the Lord who broke thy chain 
 " Of flavery and of fin. 
 
 3 " Stretch thy defires abroad, 
 
 " And I'll fupply them well ; 
 " But if ye will reful'e your God, 
 " If Ifrael 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 all my faints 
 
 " Would hearken to my voice ! 
 
 " Soon I would eafe their fore complaints, 
 
 ** And bid their hearts rejoice. 
 
PSALMS. tt 
 
 6 " While I deftroy their foes, 
 
 " I'll richly feed my flock, 
 " And they fhall tafte the ftream that flows 
 " From their eternal rock." 
 
 PSALM LXXXII. Long Metre. 
 God the fupreme Governor ; or, Magijlrates 'warned-, 
 l A MONG th' affemblies of the' great, 
 X\. A greater Ruler takes his feat ; 
 The God of heav'n, as judge, furveys 
 Thofe gods on earth, and all their ways. 
 
 % Why will ye frame oppreffive laws ? 
 Or why fupport th' unrighteous caufe ? 
 When will ye once defend the poor, 
 That foes may vex the faints no more ? 
 
 5 They know not, Lord, nor will know ; 
 Dark are the ways in which they go ; 
 Their name of earthly gods is vain, 
 For they fhail fall and die like men. 
 
 4 Arife, O Lord, and let thy Son 
 Poffefs his univerfal throne, 
 And rule the nations with his rod ; 
 He is our judge, and he our God. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIII. Short Metre; 
 A complaint againfl perfecutors, 
 I A ND will the God of grace 
 JTjL Perpetual filenee keep ? 
 The God of juftice hold his peace, 
 And let his vengeance fleep ? 
 
 a Behold what curfed fnares 
 
 The men of mifchief fpread, 
 The men that hate thy faints and thee 
 Lift up their threat'ning head. 
 
 3 Againft thy hidden ones 
 
 Their counfels they employ, 
 And malice, with her watchful eye, 
 Purfues them to deftroy. 
 
 4 " Come, let us join," they cry, 
 
 " To root them from the ground, 
 " 'Till not the name of faints remain, 
 " Nor mem'ry fhall be found." 
 
158 PSALMS. 
 
 5 Awake, almighty God, 
 
 Arid call thy wrath to mind ; 
 Give them, like forefts, to the fire, 
 Or ftubble to the wind. 
 
 6 Convince their madnefs, Lord, 
 
 And make them feck thy name : 
 Or elfe their ftubborn rage confound, 
 That they may die in fhame. 
 
 7 Then fhall the nations know 
 
 Thy glorious dreadful" word, 
 Jehovah is thy name alone, 
 
 And thou the foy'reign Lord. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIV. Firft part. Long Metre, 
 
 The plcafure of public tvorjhip. 
 
 I T TOW pleafant, how divinely fair, 
 XJL O Lord of hofts, thy dwellings are ! 
 With long defire my fpirit faints 
 To meet th' affemblies of thy faints. 
 
 1 My fiefli 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 thee ? 
 
 3 The fparrow chufes where to reft, 
 And for her young provides her neft ; 
 But will my God to fparrows grant 
 That pleafure which his children want ? 
 
 4 Blefs'd are the faints who fit on high 
 Around thy throne above the fky ; 
 Thy brighteft glories fhine above, 
 And all their work is praife and love. 
 
 5 Blefs'd are the fouls who find a place 
 Within the temple of thy grace ; 
 There to behold thy gentler rays, 
 And feek thy face, and learn thy praife. 
 
 6 Blefs'd are the men whofe hearts are fet 
 To find the way to Zion's gate ; 
 
 God is their ftrength; and through the road 
 They lean upon theii helper God. 
 
PSALMS. 159 
 
 *j Cheerful they walk with growing ftrength, 
 'Till all fhall meet in heav'n at length, 
 'Till all before thy face appear, 
 And join in nobler worfhip there. 
 
 PSALM LXXX1V. Second part. Long Metre. 
 
 God and his church ; or, Grace and glory. 
 
 I /"NREAT God, attend, while Zion fings 
 VJT The joy that from thy prefence fprings : 
 To fpend one day with thee on earth 
 Exceeds a thoufand 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 leave thy door. 
 
 3 God is our fun, he makes our day ; 
 God is our fhield, he guards our way 
 From all th' affaults of hell and fin, 
 From foes without and foes within. 
 
 4 All needful grace will God bellow, 
 And crown that grace with glory too ! 
 He gives us all things, and withholds 
 No real good from upright fouls. 
 
 5 O God, our King, whofe fov'reign fway 
 The glorious hofts of heav'n obey, 
 And devils at thy prefence flee, 
 
 Blefs'd is the man that trufts in thee. t 
 
 PSALM LXXXI'7. ver. 1, 2, 3, 10, paraphrafed. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Delight in ordinances of ivorjhip ; or, -God jorsfent Jn lis 
 churches. 
 
 I "TV /TY foul, how lovely is the place 
 JLVjL To which thy God reforts ! 
 'Tis heav'n to fee his finding face, 
 Though in his earthly courts. 
 
 % There the great monarch of the Ikies 
 His faving power difplays, 
 And light breaks in upon our eyes, 
 "With kind and cuikk'ning rays. 
 O 
 
160 PSALMS. 
 
 3 With his rich gifts the heav'nly dove 
 
 Defcends and fills the place, 
 While Chrift reveals his wondrous love, 
 And fheds abroad his grace. 
 
 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare 
 
 The fecrets of thy will ; 
 And ftill we feek thy mercies there, 
 And fmg thy praifes ftill. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 My heart and flefh cry out for thee, 
 
 While far from thine abode ; 
 
 When fhall I tr£ad thy courts, and fee 
 
 My Saviour and my God ? 
 
 6 The fparrow builds herfelf a neft, 
 
 And fuffers no remove ; 
 O make me, like the fparrows,, blefs'd, 
 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. 
 
 8 Lord, at thy threlhold I would wait, 
 
 While Jefus is within, 
 
 Rather than fill a throne of ftate, 
 
 Among the tents of fin. 
 
 9 Could I command the fpacious land, 
 
 And the more boundlefs fea, 
 For one blefs'd hour at thy right hand 
 I'd give them both away. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIV. As the 148th Pfalm. 
 
 Longing for the houjc of God,. 
 
 I T ORD of the worlds above, 
 1 a How pleafant and how fair 
 The dwellings of thy love, . 
 Thy earthly temples are ! 
 To thine abode 
 My heart afpires, 
 With warm defires, 
 To fee my God. 
 
PSALMS. 161 
 
 a The fparrow for her young, 
 
 With pleafure feeks a neft, 
 And wand' ring fwallows long 
 To find their wonted reft : 
 My fpirit faints, 
 With equal zeal, 
 To rife and dwell 
 Among thy faints. 
 
 3 O happy fouls that pray 
 
 Where God appoints to hear ! 
 O happy men that pay 
 
 Their conftant fervice there ! 
 They praife thee ftill ; 
 And happy they 
 That love the way 
 To Zion's hill. 
 
 4 They go from ftrength to ftrength, 
 
 Through this dark vale of tears, 
 'Till each arrives at length, 
 
 'Till each in heav'n appears. 
 O glorious feat, 
 When God our king 
 Shall thither bring 
 Our willing feet. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 To fpend one facred day, 
 
 Where God and faints abide, 
 Afford diviner joy 
 
 Than thoufand days befide : 
 Where God reforts, 
 I love it more 
 To keep the door 
 
 Than fhine in courts. 
 
 6 God is our fun and fhield, 
 
 Our light and our defence ; 
 With gifts our hands are fill'd, 
 
 We draw our bleffings thence ; 
 He fhall beftow 
 On Jacob's race 
 Peculiar grace 
 And glory too. 
 
16 a PSALMS. 
 
 7 The Lord his people loves ; 
 
 His hand no good withholds 
 From thofe his heart approves, 
 From pure and pious fouls ; 
 Thrice happy he, 
 O God of hofts, 
 Whofe fpirit trufts 
 Alone in thee. 
 
 PSALM LXXXV. ver. I,— 8. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 
 Waiting for an anfwer to prayer ; or, Deliverance begun 
 and completed. 
 
 I T ORD, thou haft call'd thy grace to mind, 
 _L i Thou haft revers'd our heavy doom ; 
 So God forgave when Ifrael finn'd, 
 
 And brought his wand'ring captives home. 
 
 1 Thou haft begun to fet us free, 
 
 And made thy fierceft wrath abate : 
 Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee, 
 And our falvation be complete. 
 
 3 Revive our dying graces, Lord, 
 
 And let thy faints in thee rejoice ; 
 Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word ; 
 We wait for praife to tune our voice. 
 
 4 We wait to hear what God will fay ; 
 
 He'll fpeak and give his people peace • 
 But let them run no more aftray, 
 
 Left his returning wrath increafe. 
 
 PSALM LXXXV. ver. 9, Iff.-. Second part. 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Salvation by drift. 
 
 I O ALVATION is for ever nigh 
 
 O The fouls that fear and truft the Lord ; 
 And grace, defcending from on high, 
 Frefh hopes of glory fliall afford. 
 
 a Mercy and Truth on earth are met, 
 
 Since Chrift the Lord came down from heav'n ! 
 By his obedience fo complete 
 
 Juftice is pleas'd, and peace is giv'n. 
 
PSALMS. I6* 
 
 3 Now truth and honor lhall abound, 
 
 Religion dwells on earth again, 
 And heav'nly influence blefs the ground 
 In our Redeemer's gentler reign. 
 
 4 His righteoufnefs is gone before, 
 
 To give us free accefs to God ; 
 Our wand'ring feet mall ftray no more, 
 
 But mark his fteps, and keep the road. 
 
 PSALM LXXXVL ver.8,— 13. Common Metre. 
 A general fong of praife to God. 
 
 1 j\ MONG the princes, earthly gods, 
 il There's none hath pow'r divine ; 
 Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, 
 
 Nor are their works like thine. 
 
 2 The nations thou haft made fliaW bring 
 
 Their offerings round thy throne ; 
 For thou alone doft wondrous things, 
 For thou art God alone. 
 
 3 Lord, I would walk with holy feet ; 
 
 Teach me thine heav'nly ways, 
 And all my wand'ring thoughts unite 
 In God my Father's praife. 
 
 4 Great is thy mercy, and my tongue 
 
 Shall thofe fweet wonders tell, 
 How by thy grace my finking foul 
 'Rofe from the deeps of hell. 
 
 PSALM LXXXVII. Long Metre. . 
 
 The diurch the birth place of the faints ; or, fetus and 
 Gentiles united in the Chrifian church. 
 
 I f~^* OD in his earthly temple lays 
 
 \J Foundation for his heavenly praife ; 
 He lik'd the tents of Jacob well, 
 But ftill in Zion loves to dwell. 
 
 a His mercy vifits every houfe 
 
 That pay their night and morning vows ; 
 But makes a more delightful ftay, 
 Where churches meet to praife and pray. 
 O % 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 3 What glories were defcrib'd of old ! 
 What wonders are in Zion told ! 
 Thou city, of our God below, 
 
 Thy fame fhall Tyre and Egypt know. 
 
 4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, 
 Shall there begin their lives anew : 
 Angels and men fhall join to fing 
 The hill where living waters fpring. 
 
 5 When God makes up his laft account 
 Of natives in his holy mount, 
 'Twill be an honor to appear 
 
 As one new-born and nourifh'd there. 
 
 PSALM LXXXVIII. As the 113th. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Lofs of friends, and ahfence of divine grace. 
 
 I /^V GOD of my falvation, hear 
 
 V_/ My nightly groan, my daily prayer, 
 
 That ftill employ my wafting breath ; 
 My foul declining to the grave, 
 Implores thy fov'reign pow'r to fave 
 
 From dark defpair and lafting death. 
 
 a Thy wrath lies heavy on my foul, 
 And waves of forrow o'er me roll, 
 
 While duft and filence fpread the gloom : 
 My friends belov'd in happier days, 
 The dear companions of my ways, 
 
 Defcend around me to the tomb. 
 
 3 As loft in lonely grief I tread 
 
 The mournful manfions of the dead, 
 
 Or to fome throng'd affembly go ; 
 Through ail alike I rove alone, 
 While, here forgotten, there unknown, 
 The change renews my piercing woe. 
 
 4 And why will God neglect my call ? 
 Or who fhall profit by my fall, 
 
 When life departs and love expires? 
 Can duft and darknefs praife the Lord ? 
 Or wake, or brighten at his word, 
 
 And tune the harp with heavenly quires ? 
 
PSALMS. 165 
 
 3 Yet, thro' each melancholy day, 
 
 I've pray'd to thee, and flill will pray, 
 
 Imploring ftill thy kind return 
 
 But oh ! my friends, my comforts, fled, 
 And all my kindred of the dead 
 
 Recal my wandering thoughts to mourn. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIX. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 
 The covenant made ivith Cbriji ; or, The true David. 
 X T70REVER fhall my fong record 
 
 Jl The truth and mercy of the Lord ; 
 
 Mercy and truth forever ftand, 
 
 Like heav'n eftablifh'd by his hand. 
 
 ■% Thus to his Son he fware and faid, 
 " With thee my cov'nant firft is made; 
 " In thee fhall dying finners live ; 
 " Glory and grace are thine to give. 
 
 3 " Be thou my prophet, thou my prieft ; 
 " Thy children fhall he ever blefs'd ; 
 
 " Thou art my chofen king, thy throne 
 " Shall ftand eternal like my own. 
 
 4 " There's none of all my fons above 
 " So much my image or my love ; 
 
 " Celeftial powers thy fubje&s are, 
 
 " Then what can earth to the compare ? 
 
 5 " David, my fervant, whom I chofe, 
 
 " To guard my flock, to crufh my foes ; 
 " And rais'd him to the Jewifh throne, 
 " Was but a fhadow of my fon." 
 
 6 Now let the church rejoice and fing 
 Jefus her Saviour and her king ; 
 Angels his heavenly wonders fhow, 
 And faints declare his works below. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIX. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 
 The faithfulness of God. 
 
 I "Tk /T Y never-ceafing fong fhall fhow 
 1VJL The mercies of the Lord ; 
 And make fucceeding ages know 
 How faithful is his word. 
 
166 PSALM 3. 
 
 a The facred truths his lips pronounce 
 Shall firm as heaven endure ; 
 And if he fpeak a promife once, 
 Th' eternal grace is fure. 
 
 3 How long the race of David held 
 
 The promised Jewifh throne ! 
 But there's a nobler covenant feal'd 
 To David's greater fon. 
 
 4 His feed forever fhall poffefs 
 
 A throne above the fkies ; 
 The meaneft fubjecls of his grace 
 Shall to that glory rife. 
 
 5 Lord God of hofts, thy wondrous ways 
 
 Are fung by faints above ; 
 And faints on earth their honors raife 
 To thy unchanging love. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIX. ver. 7, fcrV. Second parr. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 Tie power and majejly of God ; or, Reverential -worjhip. 
 
 1 "\X7" I '^ H reverence let the faints appear, 
 
 V V And bow before the Lord, 
 His high commands with reverence hear, 
 And tremble at his word. 
 
 2 How terrible thy glories rife ! 
 
 How bright thine armies fhine.! 
 
 Where is the power with thee that vies, 
 
 Or truth compared with thine ? 
 
 3 The northern pole and fouthern reft 
 
 On thy fupporting hand ; 
 Darknefs and day from eaft to weft, 
 Move round at thy command. 
 
 4 Thy words the raging winds controul, 
 
 And rule the boifterous deep ; 
 Thou makeft the fleeping billows roll, 
 The rolling billows fieep. 
 
 5 Heaven, earth, and air, and fea are thine, 
 
 And the dark world of hell ; 
 They faw thine arm in vengeance fhinc 
 When Egypt durft rebel. 
 
PSAL M S. i$7 
 
 4 Juftice and judgment are thy throne, 
 Yet wondrous is thy grace ! 
 While truth and mercy join'd in one, 
 Invite us near thy face. 
 PSALM LXXXIX. ver. 15, &>. Third part. 
 Common Metre. 
 A blejfed gofpel. 
 I "QLESS'D are the fouls who hear and know 
 Jl3 The gofpel' s joyful found 1 
 Peace fhall attend the path they go, 
 And light their fteps furround. 
 
 » Their joy fhall hear their fpirits up 
 Thro' their Redeemer's name ; 
 His righteoufnefs exalts their hope, 
 And fills their foes with fhame, 
 
 3 The Lord our glory and defence, 
 Strength and falvation gives ; 
 Ifrael, thy king forever reigns, 
 Thy God forever lives. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIX, ver. 19, &c. Fourth part, 
 
 Common Metre. 
 Chrifs mediatorial kingdom ; or, His divine and human 
 
 nature. 
 
 'H 
 
 EAR what the Lord in vifion faid, 
 _ jid made his mercies known : 
 Sinners, behold, your help is laid 
 
 " On my almighty fon. 
 « Behold the man my wifdom chofc 
 
 " Among your mortal race : 
 " His head my holy oil o'erflows, 
 
 " With full fupplies of grace. 
 " High fhall he reign on David's throne, 
 
 " My people's better king ; 
 " My arm fhall beat his rivals down, 
 
 " And ftill new fubjecls bring. 
 " My truth fhall guard him in his way 
 
 " With mercy by his fide ; 
 « While in my name o'er earth and fea 
 
 " He fhall in triumph ride. 
 
Y 1 
 
 168 PSALMS. 
 
 5 " Me for his father and his God, 
 
 " He fhall forever own, 
 " Call me hn rock, his high abode, 
 " And I'll fupport my fon. 
 
 6 " My firfr-born fon array'd in grace, 
 
 " At my right hand fhall lit, 
 " Beneath him angels know their place, 
 " And monarchs at his feet. 
 
 7 " My covenant ftands forever faft, 
 
 " My promifes are ftrong ; 
 " Firm as the heavens his throne fhall laft, 
 " His feed endure as long." 
 
 PSALM LXXXIX. ver. 30, fft. Fifth part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The covenant of grace unchangeable ; or, Affliction without 
 
 rejeclion. 
 
 ET," faith the Lord, if David's race, 
 
 The children of my fon, 
 
 " Should break my laws, abufe my grace 
 
 " And tempt mine anger down ; 
 " Their fins I'll vifit with the rod, 
 " And make their folly fmart ; 
 u But I'll not ceafe to be their God, 
 
 " Nor from my truth depart. 
 " My covenant I will ne'er revoke, 
 " But keep' my grace in mind; 
 " And what my love eternal fpoke, 
 
 " Eternal truth fhall bind 
 « Once have I fwom, (I need no more) 
 
 " And pledg'd my holinefs, 
 " To feal the facred promife fure 
 
 " To David and his race. 
 ■ The fun fhall fee his offspring rife 
 " And fpread from fea to fea, 
 " Long as he travels round the fkief 
 
 " To give the nations day. 
 " Sure as the moon that rules the night 
 
 " His kingdom fhall endure, 
 " 'Till the fix'd laws of made and light 
 " Shall be obferv'd no more/' 
 
PSALMS. 169 
 
 PSALM LXXX1X. ver. 47, &c. Sixth part. 
 Long Metre. 
 Mortality and hope. 
 A funeral pfalm. 
 I T) EMEMBER, Lord, our mortal ftate, 
 Xa_ How frail our life, how fhort our date ! 
 Where is the man that draws his hreath 
 Safe from difeafe, fecure from death. 
 
 1 Lord, while we fee whole nations die, 
 Our flelh and ftrength repine and cry, 
 " Muft death forever rage and reign ! 
 " Or haft thou made mankind in vain ? 
 
 3 " Where is thy promife to the juft ? 
 
 " Are not thy fervants turn'd to duft ?.'•' 
 But .faith forbids thefe mournful fighs, 
 And fees the fleeping duft arife. 
 
 4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day, 
 Wipes the reproach of faints away, 
 And clears the honor of thy word: 
 Awake, our fouls, and blefs the Lord. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIX. ver. 47, fc>V. Laffc part. 
 As the 113th pfalm. 
 Life> death^ and the refurreSlion. 
 I r I 1 HINK, mighty God, on feeble man, 
 X How few his hours, how fhort his fpan ! 
 Short from the cradle to the grave : 
 Who can fecure his vital breath 
 Againft the bold demands of death, 
 
 With fkill to fiy, or pow'r to fave ! 
 
 Z Lord, fhall it be forever faid, 
 "The race of man was only made 
 
 " For ficknefs, forrow and the duft V* 
 Are not thy fervants day by day 
 Sent to their graves and turn'd to clay ? 
 
 Lord, where's thy kindriefs to the juft ? 
 
 3 Haft thou not promis'd to thy fon, 
 And all his feed, a heavenly crown ? 
 
 But fleih and fenfe indulge defpair ; 
 Forever blefled be the Lord, 
 That faith can read his holy word, 
 
 And find a refurreclion there. 
 
i 7 o PSALM S. 
 
 4 Forever bleffed be the Lord, 
 
 Who gives his faints a long reward, 
 
 For all their toil, reproach and pain ; 
 Let all below, and all above, 
 Join to proclaim thy wondrous love, 
 
 And each repeat their loud Amen. 
 
 PSALM XC Long Metre. 
 
 Man mortal, and God eternal. 
 
 A mournful fong at a funeral. 
 
 I "TPHRO' ev'ry age, eternal God, 
 
 JL Thou art our reft, our fafe abode : 
 High was thy throne e'er heav'n was made, 
 Or earth thy humble footftool laid. 
 
 0, Long had'ft thou reign' d ere time began, 
 Or duft was falhion'd into man : 
 And long thy kingdom fhall endure 
 When earth and time fhall be no more. 
 
 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, 
 Made up of guilt and vanity ; 
 Thy dreadful fentence, Lord, was juft, 
 " Return yz finners to the duft." 
 
 [4 A thoufand of our years amount 
 Scarce to a day in thine account, 
 I like yefterday's departed light ; 
 Or the laft watch of ending night.] 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 F^eath, like an overflowing ftream, 
 Sweeps us away ; our life's a dream : 
 An empty tale ; a morning flower, 
 Cut down and wither'd in an hour. 
 
 6 [Our age to feventy years is fet ; 
 
 How fhort the time ! how frail the ftatc ! 
 
 And if to eighty we arrive, 
 
 We rather iigh, and groan than live. 
 
 7 But oh how oft thy wrath appears, 
 And cuts off our expected years ' 
 Thy wrath awakes our humble dread ! 
 We fear the power that ftrikes us dc ■ 
 
PSALMS. 1 7 i 
 
 8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man ; 
 And kindly lengthen out the fpan, 
 'Till a wife care of piety 
 Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. 
 
 PSALM XC. ver. 1,-5. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 
 Man frail, and God eternal, 
 
 I /^\UR God, our help in ages paft, 
 \J Our hope for years to come, 
 Our fhelter from the ftormy blaft, 
 And our eternal home. 
 % Beneath the fttadow of thy throne 
 Thy faints have dwelt fecure ; 
 Sufficient is thine arm alone, 
 And my defence is fure. 
 
 3 Before the hills in order flood, 
 
 Or earth receiv'd her frame, 
 From everlafting thou art God, 
 To endlefs years the fame. 
 
 4 Thy word commands- our flefh to dufi, 
 
 " Return, ye fons of men;" 
 All nations rofe from earth at firft, 
 And turn to earth again. 
 
 5 A thoufand ages in thy fight 
 
 Are like an evening gone ; 
 Short as the watch that ends the night 
 Before the riling dawn. 
 
 [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 its fons away, 
 
 They fly, forgotten, as a dream, 
 
 Dies at the opening day. 
 
 8 Like flowery fields the nations ftand 
 
 Pleas'd with the morning light ; 
 The flowers beneath the mower's hand 
 Lie withering ere 'tis night. 1 
 -P 
 
i 7 a PSALMS. 
 
 9 Our God, our help in ages paft, 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Be thou our guard while troubles laft, 
 And our eternal home. 
 
 PSALM XC. ver. 8, n, 2, 10, 12, Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Infirmities and mortality the effeSi of fin ; or, Life, old 
 age, and preparation for death. 
 
 I T ORD, if thine eyes furvey our faults, 
 t a And juftice grows fevere, 
 Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, 
 And burns beyond our fear. 
 
 t Thine anger turns our frame to duft ; 
 By one offence to thee, 
 Adam, with all his fons, have loft 
 Their immortality. 
 
 3 Life, like a vain amufement flies, 
 
 A fable or a fong ; 
 By fwift degrees our nature dies, 
 Nor can our joys be long. 
 
 4 v Tis but a few whofe days amount 
 
 To threefcore years and ten ; 
 And all beyond that fhort account 
 Is forrow, toil and pain. 
 [5 Our vitals with laborious ftrife, 
 Bear up tbe crazy load, 
 And drag thefe poor remains of life 
 Along the tirefome road.] 
 
 6 Almighty God, reveal thy love, 
 
 And not thy wrath alone ; 
 Oh let our l'weet experience prove 
 The mercies of thy throne. 
 
 7 Our fouls would learn the heav'nly art 
 
 T' improve the hours we have. 
 That we may ad the wifer part, 
 And live beyond the grave. 
 
PSALMS. 173 
 
 P S A L M XC. ver. 13, &c Third part. 
 Common Metre. 
 Breathing after Heaven. 
 I "Q ETURN, O God of love, return ; 
 IV Earth is a tirefome place ; 
 How long fhall we thy children mourn 
 Our abfence from thy face ? 
 
 % Let heaven fucceed our painful years. 
 Let fin and forrow ceafe, 
 And in proportion to our tears 
 So make our joys increafe. 
 
 3 Thy wonders to thy fervants fhow, 
 
 Make thy own work complete ; 
 Then fhall our fouls thy glory know, 
 And own thy love was great. 
 
 4 Then fhall we fhine before thy throne 
 
 In all thy beauty, Lord : 
 And the poor fervice we have done 
 Meet a divine reward. 
 
 PSALM XC. ver. 5, 10, 12. Short Metre. 
 
 The frailty and jhortnefs of life, 
 I T ORJD, what a feeble piece 
 JLi Is this our mortal frame ! 
 Our life ! how poor a trifle 'tis, 
 
 That fcarce deferves the name ! 
 
 a Alas, the brittle clay 
 
 That built our body firft ! 
 And ev'ry month, and ev'ry day, 
 'Tis mould'ring back to duft. 
 
 3 Our moments fly apace, 
 
 Our feeble powers decay, 
 Swift as a flood our hafty days 
 Are fweeping us away. 
 
 4 Yet, if our days muft fly, 
 
 We'll keep their end in fight, 
 We'll fpend them all in wifdom's way, 
 And let them fpeed their flight. 
 
 5 They'll waft us fooner o'er 
 
 This life's tempeftuous fea ; 
 Soon we fhall reach the peaceful fhors 
 Of blefs'd eternity. 
 
174 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XCI. ver. 1,-7. Firft part. 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Safety in public difeafes and dangers. 
 
 I TTL that hath made his refuge God, 
 X JL Shall find a moll fecure abode ; 
 Shall walk all day beneath his fhade, 
 And there at night fhall reft his head. 
 
 a Then will I fay, " My God, thy power 
 " Shall be my fortrefs. and my tower : 
 " I that am form'd of feeble duft 
 " Make thine almighty arm my truft." 
 
 3 Thrice happy man ! thy Maker's care 
 Shall keep thee from the fowler's fnare ; 
 From Satan's wiles, who ftill betrays 
 Unguarded fouls a thoufand ways. 
 
 4 Juft as a hen protects her brood, 
 
 From birds of prey that feek their blood, 
 The Lord his faithful faints fhall guard, 
 And endlefs life be their reward. 
 
 5 If burning beams of noon confpire 
 To dart a peftilential fire ; 
 
 God is their life, his wings are fpread 
 To fhield them with an healthful lhade. 
 
 6 If vapours with malignant breath 
 Rife thick and fcatter midnight death. 
 Ifrael is fafe : the poifon'd air 
 Grows pure, if Ifrael's God be there. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 What though a thoufand at thy fide, 
 Around thy path, ten thoufand died, 
 Thy God his chofen people laves 
 Amongft the dead, amidft the graves. 
 
 8 So when he lent his angel down 
 Tc%make his wrath in Egypt known, 
 And flew their fons, his careful eye 
 Paft all the doors of Jacob by. 
 
 9 But if the fire, or plague, or fword, 
 Receive commiffion from the Lord, 
 To ft rike his faints among the reft, 
 Their very pains and deaths are blefs'd. 
 
PSALMS. 175 
 
 10 The fword, the peftilence, or fire 
 Shall but fulfil their heft defire ; 
 From fins and forrows fet them free, 
 And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. 
 PSALM XCI. ver. 9—16. Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Protection from death, guard of angels, ■viclory, and de- 
 liverance. 
 
 1 "V7~E fons of men, a feeble race, 
 
 X Expos'd to ev'ry fnare, 
 Come make the Lord your dwelling place, 
 And try and truft his care. 
 
 2 No ill fhall enter where you dwell ; 
 
 Or if the plague come nigh, 
 And fweep the wicked down to hell, 
 •'Twill raife the faints on high. 
 
 3 He'll give his angels charge to keep 
 
 Your feet in all their ways ; 
 
 To watch your pillow while you fleep, 
 
 And guard your happy days. 
 
 4 Their hands fhall bear you, left you fall 
 
 And dafh againft the ftones ; 
 Are they not fervants at his call, 
 
 And fent t' attend his fons ? 
 j Adders and lions ye fhall tread? 
 
 The tempter's wiles defeat : 
 He that hath bruis'd the ferpent's head 
 
 Puts him beneath your feet. 
 
 6 " Becaufe on me they fet their love, 
 
 " I'll fave'them," faith the Lord; 
 " I'll bear their joyful fouls above 
 " Deftrudtion and the fword. 
 
 7 " My grace fhall anfwer when they call, 
 
 " In trouble I'll be nigh : 
 " My power fhall help them when they fall, 
 " And raife them when they die. 
 £ " Thofe that on earth my name have known, 
 " I honor will in heav'n ; 
 " There my felvation fhall be fhown, 
 " And endiefs life be giv'n." 
 P a 
 
»76 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XCII. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 A ff aim for the Lord's day. 
 
 1 C w .p ET ! 3 the work ' m y G °d> my Icing, 
 
 O To praife thy name, give thanks and fing-, 
 
 To fhew thy love by morning light, 
 
 And talk of all thy truth at night. 
 % Sweet is the day -of facred reft, 
 
 No mortal care fhall feize my breaft, 
 
 Oh may my heart in tune be found, 
 
 Like David's harp of folemn found. 
 $ My heart fliall triumph in my Lord, 
 
 And blefs his works, and blefs his word ; 
 
 Thy works of grace, how bright they fhine * 
 
 How deep thy counfels ! how divine ! 
 
 4 Fools never raife their thoughts fo high ; 
 Like brutes they live, like brutes they die ; 
 Like grafs they flourifh, 'till thy breath 
 Blaft them in everlafting death. 
 
 5 But I fhall fhare a glorious part, 
 When grace hath well refin'd my heart, 
 And frefh fupplies of joy are fhed, 
 Like holy oil, to chear my head. 
 
 6 Sin (my worft enemy before) 
 
 Shall vex my eyes and ears no more ; 
 My inward foes fhall all be flain, 
 Nor Satan break my peace again. 
 
 7 Then fhall I fee, and hear, and know 
 All I defir'd, or wifh'd below ; 
 And ev'ry power find fweet employ 
 In that eternal world of joy. 
 
 PSALM XCII. ver. 12, fcfc Second part. 
 Long Metre. 
 
 The church is the garden of God. 
 
 I T ORD, 'tis a pleafant thing to ftand 
 JLi In gardens planted by thine hand; 
 Let me within thy courts be ken 
 Like a young cedar, frefh and green. 
 
PSALMS. 17? 
 
 2 There grow thy faints in faith and love, 
 Blefs'd with thine influence from above ; 
 Not Lebanon, with all its trees, 
 
 Yields fuch a comely fight as thefe. 
 
 3 The plants of grace fliall ever live ; 
 (Nature decays, but grace muft thrive) 
 Time, that doth all things elfe impair. 
 Still makes them flourifh ftrong and fair. 
 
 4 Laden with fruits of age, they fhew 
 The Lord is holy, juft and true ; 
 None that attend has gates fhall find 
 A God unfaithful or unkind. 
 
 JPSALM XCII'I. Fkft Metre. As the iooth Pfalra. 
 
 Th-e eternal end the Jove reign God. 
 
 I JEHOVAH reigns : he dwells in light, 
 J Girded with majefty and might ; 
 The world created by his hands 
 Still on its firft foundation Hands. 
 
 3 But e'er this fpacious world was made, 
 Or had its firft foundation laid, 
 
 Thy throne eternal ages flood, 
 Thyfelf the ever living God. 
 j Like floods the angry nations rife, 
 And aim their rage againft the fkies ; 
 Vain floods, that aim their rage fo high ! 
 At thy rebuke the billows die. 
 
 4 Forever fhall thy throne endure ; 
 Thy promife ftands forever fure ; 
 And everlafting holinefs 
 Becomes the dwellings of thy grace. 
 
 PSALM XCIII. Second Metre. As the old 50th Pfalm. 
 
 I r T^HE Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high * 
 X His robes of ftate are ftrength and majefty ; 
 This wide creation rofe at his command, 
 Built by his word, eftabliih'd by his hand, 
 Long flood his throne ere he began creation, 
 And his own Godhead is the firm foundation. 
 
*7 8 PSALM S. 
 
 1 God is th' eternal king ; thy foes in vain 
 Raife their rebellions to confound thy reign ; 
 In vain the ftorms, in vain the floods arife, ' 
 And roar, and tofs their waves againft the Ikies • 
 Foaming at heav'n, they rage with wild commotion, 
 But heav n s high arches fcorn the fwelHng ocean. 
 
 3 Ye tempefts, rage no more ; ye floods, be ftill, 
 And thou, mad world, fubmiffive to his will : 
 Built on his truth his church mufh ever ftand ; 
 Firm are his promifes, and ftrong his hand : 
 See his own fons, when they appear before him 
 Bow at his footftool, and with fear adore him. 
 
 PSALM XCIII. Third Metre. Astheold laadPfalm, 
 
 1 r T" , HE Lord Jehovah reigns, 
 
 -1 And royal ftate maintains, 
 His head with awful glories crown'd; 
 
 Array 'd in robes of light, 
 
 Begirt with fov'reign might, 
 And rays of majefty around. 
 
 2 Upheld by thy commands 
 The world fecurely ftands, 
 
 And Ikies and flars obey thy word ; 
 
 Thy throne was fixt on high ' 
 
 Ere flars adorn'd the Iky; 
 Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord.' 
 
 3 In vain the noify croud, 
 Like billows fierce and loud, 
 
 Againft: thine empire rage and roar ; 
 
 In vain with angry fpite 
 
 The furly nations fight, 
 And dafh like waves againft the fhore. 
 
 4 Let floods and nations rage* 
 And all their power engage, 
 
 Let fwelling tides aflault the fky ; 
 
 The terrors of thy frown 
 
 Shall beat their madnefs down ; 
 Thy throne forever ftands on high. 
 
 5 Thy promifes are true, 
 Thy grace is never new, 
 
 There fixt thy church fhall ne'er remove: 
 
PSALMS. 179 
 
 Thy faints with holy fear 
 
 Shall in thy courts appear, 
 
 And fing thine everlafting love. 
 
 Repeat the fourth Jianza to complete the tune. 
 
 PSALM XCIV. ver. I, 2, 7,-14- Firft part. 
 
 Common Metre: 
 
 Saints chaffed, an J ' f timers defrayed .; or, Infritclive ajfio- 
 
 flans,. 
 T /^\ GOD ! to whom revenge belongs, 
 V^/ Proclaim thy wrath aloud ; 
 Let fov'reign power redrefs our wrongs, 
 Let juftice fmite the proud. 
 
 1 They fay, " The Lord nor fees nor hears ;" 
 When will the vain be wife ; 
 Can he he deaf, who form'd their ears ? 
 Or blind who made their eyes ? 
 
 3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain, 
 
 And they fhall feel his power : 
 His wrath fhall pierce his foul with pain 
 In fome furprifing hour. 
 
 4 But if thy faints deferve rebuke, 
 
 Thou haft a gentler rod ; 
 Thy providence, thy facred book 
 
 Shall make them know their God, 
 
 5 Bleft is the man thy hands chaftife, 
 
 And to his duty draw ; 
 Thy fcourges make thy children wife 
 When they forget thy law. 
 
 6 But God will ne'er caft off his faints, 
 
 Nor his own promife break ; 
 He pardons his inheritance 
 
 For their Redeemers fake. 
 PSALM XCIV. ver. 16,-23. Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 God our fuppcrt and comfort ; or, Deliverance from temp- 
 tation and perf edition. 
 I IT7HO will arife and plead my right 
 VV Againft my numerous foes ? 
 While earth and hell their force unite, 
 And all my hopes oppofe. 
 
1S0 PSALMS. 
 
 % Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, 
 
 Suftain'd my fainting head, 
 
 My life had now in filcnce dwelt, 
 
 My foul amongft the dead. 
 
 2 " Alas! my Hiding feet !" I cry'd, 
 
 Thy promife bore me up ; 
 
 Thy grace flood conftant by my fide, 
 
 And rais'd my finking hope. 
 
 4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts 
 
 Within my bofom roll, 
 Thy boundlefs love forgives my faults, 
 Thy comforts cheer my foul. 
 
 5 Powers of iniquity may rife, 
 
 And frame pernicious laws ; 
 But God my refuge rules the flcies, 
 He will defend my caufe. 
 
 6 Let malice vent her rage aloud, 
 
 Let bold blafphemers feoff; 
 The Lord our God fhall judge the proud, 
 And cut the finners off. 
 
 PSALM XCV. Common Metre. 
 A pfalm before prayer. 
 
 1 Q ING to the Lord Jehovah's name, 
 O And in his ftrength rejoice ; 
 When his falvation is our theme, 
 
 Exalted be our voice. 
 
 2 With thanks approach his awful fight, 
 
 And pfalms of honor fing ; 
 The Lord 's a God of boundlefs might, 
 The whole creation's king. 
 
 3 Let princes hear, let angels know, 
 
 How mean their natures feem, 
 Thofe gods on high, and gods below 
 When once compar'd with him. 
 
 4 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, 
 
 Lies in his fpacious hand ; 
 He fix'd the feas what bounds to keep, 
 And where the hills muft Hand. 
 
PSALMS. 181 
 
 5 Come, and with humble fouls adore, 
 Come, kneel before his face ; 
 
 Oh may the creatures of his power 
 Be children of his grace. 
 
 6 Now is the time, he bends his ear, 
 And waits for your requeft ; 
 
 Come, left he rouze his wrath, and fwear, 
 " Ye fhall not fee my reft." 
 
 PSALM XOV. Short Metre. 
 
 A pfalm before fermon. 
 
 I /~10ME, found his praife abroad, 
 KJ And hymns of glory fing : 
 Jehovah is the fov'reign God, 
 The univerfal king. 
 
 a He Form'd the deeps unknown ; 
 
 He gave the feas their bound ; 
 The watry worlds are all his own, 
 And all the folid ground. 
 
 3 Come, worfhip at his throne, 
 Come, bow before the Lord ; 
 
 We are his works, and not our own ; 
 He form'd us by his word. 
 
 4 To day attend his voice, 
 
 Nor dare provoke his rod ; 
 Come, like the people of his choice, 
 And own your gracious God. 
 
 5 But if your ears refufe 
 The language of his grace, 
 
 And hearts grow hard, like ftubborn Jews, 
 That unbelieving race — 
 
 6 The Lord, in vengeance drefsM, 
 Will lift his hand and fwear, 
 
 " You that defpife my promised reft, 
 " Shall have no portion there." 
 
l8a PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XCV. ver.i,a, 3 ,6,-n. Long Metre. 
 
 Canaan lof through unbelief '; or, A teaming to delaying 
 fnners. 
 I pOME, kt your voices join to raife 
 V>< A facred fong of folemn praifc : 
 
 God is a fov 1 reign King ; rehearfe 
 
 His honor in exalted verfe. 
 S Come, let our fouls addrefs the Lord, 
 
 Who framM our natures with his word 
 
 He is our fliepherd ; we the {heep 
 
 His mercy chofe, his pafturcs keep. 
 
 3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day, 
 The couni'els of his love obey, 
 Nor let our hardened hearts renew 
 The fins and plagues that Ifrael knew. 
 
 4 Ifrael, that law his : works of grace, 
 Yet tempt their Maker to his face;' 
 A faithlefs unbelieving brood, 
 That tir'd the patience of their God. 
 
 5 Thus faith the Lord, " How falfe thev prove J 
 
 " Forget my power, abufe my love ; 
 
 " Since they defpife ray reft, I fwear, 
 
 " Their feet mail never enter there." 
 [6 Look back, my foul, with holy dread, 
 
 And view thofe ancient rebels dead ; 
 
 Attend the offer'd grace to-day, 
 
 Nor lofe the bleffings by delay. 
 7 Seize the kind promife while it waits, 
 
 And march to Zion's heavenly gates ; 
 
 Believe and take the promis'd reft ; 
 
 Obey, and be forever blefs'd.] * 
 
 PSALM XCVI. ver. 2>ro ,fcfY. Common Metre 
 
 Ghr'fs.f.rf and fecund coming. 
 
 I OING to the Lord, ye diftant lands, 
 O Ye tribes of every tongue ; 
 His new difcover'd grace demand* 
 A new and nobler fong. 
 
PSALMS. 183 
 
 a Say to the natiohs, Jefus reigns, 
 God's own almighty Son ; 
 His power the finking world fuftains, 
 And grace furrounds his throne. 
 
 3 Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day, 
 
 Joy through the earth be feen ; 
 Let cities mine in bright array, 
 And fields in chearful green. 
 
 4 The joyous earth, the bending fkie* 
 
 His glorious train difplay ; 
 Ye mountains fink, ye valleys rife, 
 Prepare the Lord his way. 
 
 5 Behold he comes, he comes to blefs 
 
 The nations as their God ; 
 
 To fliew the world his righteoufnefs, 
 
 And fend his truth abroad. 
 
 6 His voice fhall raife the flumbering dead* 
 
 And hid the world draw near ; 
 But how will guilty nations dread 
 To fee their Judge appear ! 
 
 PSALM XCVII. As the 113th Pfelfib 
 The God of the Gentiles,. 
 I T ET all the earth their voiqes raife, 
 X j To fing the choiceft pfalm of praife, 
 
 To fing and blefs Jehovah's name : 
 His glory let the heathens know, 
 His wonders to the nations fhow, 
 
 And all his faving works proclaim. 
 
 % The heathens know thy glory, Lord, 
 The wond'ring nations read thy word, 
 
 But here Jehovah's name is known j 
 Nor fhall our worfhip e'er be paid 
 To gods which mortal hands have made } 
 
 Our Maker is our God alone. 
 
 3 He fram'd the globe, he built the Iky, 
 He made the fhining worlds on high, 
 
 And reigns complete in glory there ; 
 His beams are majefty and light ; 
 His beauties how divinely bright ! 
 
 His temple how divinely fair ! 
 
184 PSALMS. 
 
 4 Come the great day, the glorious hour, 
 When earth fhall feel his faving power, 
 
 And barb'rous nations fear his name : 
 Then fhall the race of men confefs 
 The beauty cf his holinefs, 
 
 And in his courts his grace proclaim. 
 PSALM XCVII. ver. I,— 5. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 Chrifi rtigHing in heaven, and coming to judgment. 
 
 I TTE reigns ; *he Lord, the Saviour reigns ! 
 
 11 Praife him in evangelic ftrains : 
 
 Let the whole earth in fongs rejoice, 
 
 And diftant iflands join their voice, 
 ft Deep are his counfels and unknown ; 
 
 But grace and truth fupport his throne : 
 
 Tho' gloomy clouds his ways furround, 
 
 Juftice is their eternal ground. 
 
 3 In robes of judgment, lo, he comes, 
 
 Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the tombs ; 
 Before him burns devouring fire, 
 The mountains melt, the leas retire. 
 
 4 His enemies, with fore difmay, 
 
 Fly from the fight, and fhun the day ; 
 Then lift your heads, ye faints, on high, 
 Andfing, for your redemption's nigh. 
 
 PSALM XCVII. ver. 6,-9. Second part. 
 Long Metre. 
 Cb rift's incarnation. 
 1 r j'^HE Lord is come ; the heavens proclaim 
 J- His birth ; the nations learn his name ; 
 An unknown ftar directs the road 
 Of eaftern fages to their God. 
 
 1 All ye bright armies of the fkies, 
 Go, worfhip where your Saviour lies ; 
 Angels and kings before him bow, 
 Thofe gods on high, and gods below. 
 
 3 Let idols totter to the ground, 
 
 And their own worfhippers confound j 
 But Zion fhall his glories fing, 
 A»d earth *onfe{s hgr fgv Veign king. 
 
PSALMS. 185 
 
 PSALM. XCVII. Third part. Long- Metre. 
 Grace and glory. 
 
 1 r_ T , H' Almighty reigns exalted high 
 
 X O'er all the earth, o'er all the Iky ; 
 Though clouds and darknefs veil his feet, 
 His dwelling is the mercy-feat, 
 
 2 O, ye that love his holy name, 
 Hate every work of fin and fhame ; 
 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 fhall fpring and rife, 
 And the bright harveft blefs our eyes. 
 
 4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record 
 The facred honors of the Lord ; 
 None hut the foul that feels his grace 
 Can triumph in his holinefs. 
 
 PSALM XCVII. ver. 3, 5,-7, n. Common Metre. 
 
 CbrijTs incarnation and the lali judgment. 
 I T ET earth with ev'ry ifie and fea 
 _Lj Rejoice, the Saviour reigns ; 
 His word like fire prepares his way, . 
 And mountains melt to plains. 
 
 % His prefence finks the proudeft hills, 
 And makes the vallies rife ; 
 The humble foul enjoys his fmiles, 
 The haughty finner dies. 
 
 5 The heavens his rightful power proclaim ; 
 
 The idol-gods around . 
 Fill their own worfhippers with fhame y 
 And totter to the ground. 
 
 4 Adoring angels at his birth 
 
 Make the Redeemer known; 
 
 Thus fhall he come to judge the earth, 
 
 And angels guard his throne. 
 
 5 His foes fhall tremble at his fight 
 
 And hills and feas retire ; 
 His children take, their unknown flight, 
 And leave the world on fire. 
 
s8<* PSALMS.' 
 
 d The feeds of joy and glory fown 
 For faints in darknefs here, 
 Shall rife and fpring in worlds unknown, 
 And a rich harveft bear. 
 
 PSALM XCVIII. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 
 Praifefor tie gofpd. 
 
 I HPO our almighty Maker, God, 
 X New honors be addrefs'd ; 
 His great falvation fnines abroad, 
 And makes the nations blefs'd. 
 % To Abraham firft he fpoke the word, 
 And taught his numerous race ; 
 The Gentiles own him fov'reign Lord, 
 And learn to truft his grace. 
 5 Let the whole earth his love proclaim 
 With all her different tongues ; 
 And fpread the honor of his name 
 In melody and fongs. 
 
 PSALM XCVIII. Second part. Common Metre. 
 
 The MeJJiah* s coming and kingdom. 
 
 I TOY to the world — the Lord is come ; 
 J Let earth receive her King : 
 Let ev'ry heart prepare him room, 
 And heav'n and nature fing. 
 
 a Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns ; 
 Let men their fongs employ. 
 While f Ids and floods, rocks, hills and plains, 
 Repeat tie founding joy. 
 
 3 No morels fins and forrrvsgrow, 
 
 Nor thorns hif'eft the ground ; 
 He comes to make his bleflings flow, 
 Far as the curfe is found. 
 
 4 He rules the ^orld with truth and grace, 
 
 And makes the nitions prove 
 The glories of his righteoufnefs, 
 And wonders of his love. 
 
PSALMS. iX 7 
 
 ?SALM XCIX. Firft part. Short Metre. 
 Cbrijl's kingdom and majefty. 
 
 I HPHE God Jehovah reigns, 
 JL Let all the nations fear ; 
 Let finners tremble at his throne, 
 And faints be humble there, 
 1 Jefus the Saviour reigns, 
 
 Let earth adore it's Lord ; 
 Bright cherubs his attendants {land, 
 Swift to fulfil his word. 
 
 3 In Zion ftands his throne, 
 
 His honors are divine, 
 His church fhall make his wonders known^ 
 For the/e his glories fhine, 
 
 4 JHow holy is his name ! 
 
 How terrible his praife ! 
 Juftice, and truth, and judgment join 
 In all his works of grace. 
 
 PSALM XCIX. Second part. Short Metre 
 A holy God ivo?jh?pped ivlth reverence, 
 
 I Tf XALT the Lord our God, 
 ■1 J And worfhip at his feet, 
 His nature is all holinefs, 
 And mercy is his feat. 
 
 1 When Ifreal was his church, 
 
 When Aaron was his prieffc, 
 When Mofes cry'd, when Samuel pray'd— ¥ 
 He gave his people reft. 
 
 3 Oft' he forgave their fins, 
 
 Nor would deftroy their race : 
 And oft' he made his vengeance know* 
 When they abus'd his grace. 
 
 4 Exalt the Lord our God, 
 
 Whofe grace is ftill the fame ; 
 Still he's a God of holinefs, 
 And jealous for his name. 
 
'88 PSALMS. 
 
 P S A L M C. Firft Metre. A plain tranflation. 
 Praife to our Creator. 
 1 \^ E nations round the earth, rejoice 
 
 A Before the Lord your fov'reio-n King • 
 Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, 
 With all your tongues his glory fing. 
 a The Lord is God : 'tis he alone 
 
 Doth life, and breath, and being give ; 
 We are his work, and not our own ; 
 The fheep that on his paftures live. 
 
 3 Enter his gates with fongs of joy, 
 
 With praifes to his courts repair ; 
 And make it your divine employ 
 
 To pay your thanks and honors there. 
 
 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind ; 
 
 Great is his grace, his mercy fure ; 
 And the whole race of man fhall find 
 His truth from age to age endure. 
 
 P S A L M C. Second Metre. A paraphrafe. 
 
 1 "DEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
 ±J Ye nations, bow with facred joy ; 
 Know that the Lord is God alone- 
 He can create, and he deftroy. 
 
 2 His fov'reign power, without our aid, 
 
 Made us of clay, andform'd us men : 
 And when, like wandering fheep, we ftray'd, 
 He brought us to his fold again. 
 
 3 We are his people, we his care, 
 
 Our fouls, and all our mortal frame : 
 What lading honors fhall we rear, 
 
 Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 
 
 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful fongs, 
 
 High as the heav'n our voices raife ; 
 And earth, with her ten thoufand tongues, 
 Shall fill thy courts with founding praife. 
 
 5 Wide as the world is thy command, 
 
 Vaft as eternity thy love !— 
 Firm as a rock thy truth muft ftand, 
 
 When rolling years fhall ceafe to move. 
 
PSALMS.' 189 
 
 PSALM CI. Long Metre. 
 The maglfl rate's pfalm. 
 I "iy TERCY and judgment are my fong ; 
 
 lVJ. And fince they both to thee belong, 
 
 My gracious God, my righteous King, 
 
 To thee my fongs and vows 1 bring. 
 1 If I am rais'd to bear the fword, 
 
 I'll take my counfel from thy word ; 
 
 Thy juftice and thy heav'nly grace 
 
 Shall be the pattern of my ways. 
 
 3 Let wifdom all my actions guide, 
 And let my God with me refide : 
 
 No wicked thing fhall dwell with me, 
 Which may provoke thy jealoufy. 
 
 4 No fons of flander, rage and ftrife 
 Shall be companions of my life ; 
 The haughty look, the heart of pride 
 Within my doors fhall ne'er abide. 
 
 [5 I'll fearch the land, and raife the juft 
 To pofts of honor, wealth and truft : 
 The men that work thy holy will 
 Shall be my friends and fav'rites ftill.] 
 
 6 In vain fhall finners hope to rife 
 By flattering or malicious lies ; 
 Nor, while th' innocent I guard, 
 Shall bold offenders e'er be fpar'd. 
 
 7 The impious crew (that factious band) 
 Shall hide their heads,- or quit the land; 
 And all that break the- public reft, 
 Where I have power, fhall be fuppreft. 
 
 PSALM CI. Common Metre. 
 A pfalm for a mafler of a family. 
 I f\F juftice and of grace I fing, 
 \^J And pay my God my vows, 
 Thy grace and juftice, heav'nly King, 
 Teach me to rule my houfe. 
 
 % Now to my tent, O God repair, 
 And make thy fervant wife ; 
 I'll fuffer nothing near me there 
 That fhall offend thine ey«s. 
 
' yu PSALM A 
 
 3 The man that doth his neighbour wron R 
 T1. r 7 fa r Jfehood ^ by W, * 
 
 n/b ^ the flanderoU3 tongue, 
 I 11 banilh from my doors. 
 
 4 Hlfeek the faithful and the juft, 
 T , r And ^ n their help enjoy; 
 Thefe are t he friends that I mill trufl , 
 The fervants I'll employ. 
 
 5 The wretch, that deals in fly deceit, 
 Ti. J- , not endure anight: 
 l lar '\ ton g ue I ever hate, 
 And banifh from my fight. 
 4 I'll purge my family around, 
 
 <5„ n. I, make the wicked flee ; 
 
 So fliall my houfe be ever found 
 
 A dwelling fit for thee. 
 
 PSALM CII • ve, x,- I3 , 20 , al . Firft ^ 
 Common Metre. 
 ^ /yjjwr of the affliaed. 
 I IJEAR me, O God, nor hide thy face, 
 J- X But anfwer left I die : 
 Haft thou not built a throne of grace, 
 I o hear when finners cry ? 
 
 * Like _[^°^ my wafting days depart. 
 -. ™ /hen ^ diffolves in air, 
 My ftrength is dried, my broken heart 
 Is linking in defpair. 
 
 3 My fpirits flag, like withering graft 
 
 Burnt with exceflivc heat • 
 In fecret groans my minutes pafs, 
 /ind I forget to eat. 
 
 4 As on fome lonely building's top 
 
 1 he fparrow tells her moan, 
 Far from the tents of joy and hope 
 I lit and grieve alone. 
 J My loul is like a wildernefs, 
 
 wu Wh ^ e r he ^ of midnight howl ; 
 Where the fad raven finds her place, 
 And where the teaming owl. 
 
PSALMS. 191 
 
 6 Dark difmal thoughts and boding fears 
 
 Dwell in my troubled breaft ; 
 While fharp reproaches wound my ears, 
 Nor give my fpirit reft. 
 
 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, 
 
 And tears are my repaft ; 
 My daily bread, like afhes, grows 
 Unpleafant to my tafte. 
 
 8 Senfe can afford no real joy 
 
 To fouls that feel thy frown ; 
 
 Lord, 'twas thy hand advanced me high, 
 
 Thy hand hath caft nae down. 
 
 9 My looks like withered leaves appear ; 
 
 And life's declining light 
 Grows faint, as evening fhadows are, 
 That vanifh into night. 
 
 10 But thou forever art the fame 
 
 O my eternal God ; 
 Ages to come fhall know thy name, 
 And fpread thy works abroad. 
 
 1 1 Thou wilt arife, and fhew thy face, 
 
 Nor will my Lord delay, 
 Beyond th' appointed hour of, grace, 
 That long expected day. 
 
 I % He hears his faints, he knows their cry, 
 And, by myflerious ways, 
 Redeems the pris'ners, doom'd to die, 
 And fills their tongues with praife. 
 
 PSALM CII. ver. 13, — 21. Second part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Prayer beard, and Zion rejlored. 
 
 I T ET Zion and her fons rejoice — 
 I j Behold the promised hour : 
 Her God hsth heard her mourning voice, 
 And comes t' exalt his power. 
 
 2. Her dull and ruins that remain, 
 Are precious in our eyes ; 
 Thofe ruins fhall be built again, 
 And all that dull fhall rife. 
 
*9* PSALMS, 
 
 3 The Lord will raife Jerufalem, 
 
 And fland in glory there • 
 Nations fhall bow^efore his name, 
 And kings attend with fear. 
 
 4 He fits a fov'reign on his throne, 
 
 With pity in his eyes : 
 He hears the dying prisoners groan, 
 And fees their fighs arife. 
 
 5 He frees the fouls condem'd to death, 
 
 And, when his faints complain, 
 It fhaVt be faid, " that praying breath 
 " Was ever fpent in vain." 
 
 6 This fhall be known when we are dead, 
 
 And left on long record ; 
 That ages yet unborn may read, 
 And truft, and praife the Lord. 
 PSALM CH. ver. ae,— 28. Third part. Long Metre. 
 
 Man's mortality, and Cbrijl's eternity ; or, Saints die 
 but Chrijl and the Church live. 
 
 1 TT is the Lord our Saviour's hand 
 
 A Weakens our 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 muft thy children die fo foon. 
 
 3 Yet, in the midft of death and grief, 
 
 This thought our forrow fhall afTuage ; 
 " Our Father and our Saviour live ; 
 
 " Chrift is the fame through every age/ 5 
 
 4 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid ; 
 
 Hcav'n is the building of his hand ; 
 
 This earth grows old, thefe heav ns fhall fade-, 
 
 And all be chang'd at his command. 
 
 5 The ftarry curtains of the fky, 
 
 Like garments, fhall be laid afule ; 
 But ftill thy throne Hands firm and high ; 
 Thy church forever muft abide. 
 
PSALMS. 193 
 
 6 Before thy face thy church fhall live ; 
 
 And on thy throne thy children reign ; 
 This dying world fhall they furvive, 
 
 And the dead faints be rais'd again. 
 
 PSALM CIIL ver. 1,-7. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 Biejfmg God for his goodnefs to foul and body. 
 (LESS, O my foul, the living God, 
 
 B J 
 
 Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad, 
 Let all the powers within me join 
 In work and worfhip fo divine. 
 
 % Blefs, O my foul, the God of grace ; 
 His favours claim die higheft praife ; 
 Why fhould ungrateful filence hide 
 The bleffings which his hands provide. 
 
 3 'Tis he, my foul, that fent his Son 
 
 To die 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 heals, 
 
 And cures the pains that nature feels — 
 Redeems the foul from hell, and faves 
 Our wafting life from threatening grave*. 
 
 5 Our youth decay'd his power repairs ; 
 His mercy crowns our growing years ; 
 He fills our ftore with every good, 
 And feeds our fouls with heavenly food. 
 
 6 He fees th* oppreffor and th" oppreft, 
 And often gives the fuff 'rer reft : 
 But will his juftice more difplay 
 
 In the laft great rewarding day. 
 
 [7 His power he fhew'd by Mofes' hands, 
 And gave to Ifrael his commands ; 
 But fent his truth and mercy down 
 To all the nations by his fon.] 
 
 § Let the whole earth his power confefs— 
 Let the whole earth adore his grace ; 
 The Gentile with the Jew fhall join 
 fa work and worfhip fo divine. 
 
I0 4 PSALM S. 
 
 PSALM CIII. Second part. Long Metre. 
 God's gentle chajlifement ; or, His tender mercy to hit 
 people. 
 1 '"T^ 1 ^ Ij ° r< ^> ftow wondrous are his ways ! 
 X How firm his truth! how large his grace! 
 He takes his mercy for his throne, 
 And thence he makes his glories known. 
 1 Not half fo high his power hath fpread 
 The ftarry heav'ns above our head, 
 As his rich love exceeds our praife, 
 Exceeds the higheft hopes we raife. 
 
 3 Not half fo far hath nature plac'd 
 The rifing morning from the weft,. 
 As his forgiving grace removes 
 The daily guilt of thofe he loves. 
 
 4 How flow his awful wrath to rife ! 
 On fwifter wings falvation flies ; 
 And if he lets his anger burn, 
 How foon his frowns to pity turn ! 
 
 .5 Amidfl his wrath compafliori fhines ; 
 His ftrokes are lighter than our fins : 
 And, while his rod corrects his faints, 
 His ear indulges their complaints. 
 
 6 So fathers their young fons chaftife, 
 With gentle hands and melting eyes ; 
 The children weep beneath the fmart. 
 And move the pity of their heart. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 7 The mighty God, the wife and juft, 
 Knows that our frame is feeble duft ; 
 And will no heavy loads impofe m 
 Beyond the ftrength that he beftows. 
 
 3 He knows how foon our nature dies, 
 
 Blaiied by every wind that flies ; 
 
 Like grafs we fpring, and die as foon, 
 
 Or morning flowers that fade at noon. 
 9 But his eternal love is fure 
 
 To all the faints, and fhall endure ; 
 
 From age to age his truth fhall reign, 
 
 Nor children's children hope in vain. 
 
PSALMS. 195 
 
 PSALM CIII. ver. 1,-7. Firft part. Short Metre. 
 Praife for fpiritual and temporal mercies. 
 
 o 
 
 H blefs the Lord, my foul ! 
 Let all within me join 
 And aid my tongue to blefs his name, 
 Whofe faroursare divine. 
 
 a Oh blefs the Lord, my foul i 
 Nor let his mercies lie 
 Forgotten in unthankfulnefs, 
 And without praifes die. 
 
 3 'Tis he forgives thy fins, 
 
 'Tis he relieves thy pain, 
 'Tis he that heals thy ficknefies, 
 And makes thee young again. 
 
 4 He crowns thy life with love, 
 
 When ranfom'd from the grave ; 
 He that redeem' d my foul from hell 
 Hath fov'reign power to fave. 
 
 5 He fills the poor with good ; 
 
 He gives the fufPrers reft ; 
 The Lord hath judgments for the proud, 
 And juftice for th' oppreft, 
 
 6 His wondrous works and ways 
 
 He made by Mofes known ; 
 But fent the world his truth and grace 
 By his beloved fon. 
 
 PSALM CHI. ver. 8—18. Second part. Short Metre. 
 
 Abounding compajfion of God ; or, Mercy in the midji <^f 
 judgment.' 
 
 I "TVyTY foul, repeat his praife» 
 _LVJL Whofe mercies are fo great ; 
 Whofe anger are fo flow to rife, 
 So ready to abate. 
 
 Z God will not always chide, 
 
 And, when his ftrokes are felt, 
 His ftrokes are fewer than our crimes, 
 And lighter than our guilt. 
 R 
 
*9& PSALMS. 
 
 Z High as the heav'ns are rais'd 
 
 Above the ground we tread, 
 So far the riches of his grace 
 
 Our higheft thoughts exceed. 
 
 4 His power fubdues our fins, 
 
 And his forgiving love, 
 ' Par as the eaft is from the weft, 
 Doth all our guilt remove. 
 
 5 The pity of the Lord 
 
 To thofe that fear his name, 
 Is fuch as tender parents feel — 
 He knows our feeble frame. 
 
 6 He knows we are but duft, 
 
 Scatter'd with every breath : 
 His anger like a rifmg wind 
 
 Can fend us fwift to death. 
 •? Our days are as the grafs, 
 
 Or like the morning flower ! 
 If one fharp blaft fweep o'er the field, 
 
 It withers in an hour. 
 .8 But thy compaflion*, Lord, 
 
 To endiefs years endure ; 
 And children's children ever find 
 
 Thy words of promife fure. 
 
 PSALM CIII. ver. 19,-22. Third part. 
 Short Metre. 
 
 Cod's univerfal dominion ; or, Angels praife th Lord. 
 I r ~pHE Lord, the fov'reign king, 
 .1 Hath fiVd his throne on high, 
 O'er all the heavenly world he rules, 
 And all beneath the Iky. 
 a Ye angels, great in might, 
 
 And fwift to do his will, 
 Elefs ye the Lord, whofe voice ye hear, 
 Whofe pleafure ye fulfil. 
 3 Let the bright hofts, who wait 
 The orders of their king, 
 And guard his churches when they pray, 
 Join La the pratfe they fing. 
 
PSALMS. T97 
 
 4 While all his wondrous works, 
 
 Through his vaft kingdom, fiiew 
 Their Maker's glory, thou, my foul, 
 Shall fing his graces too. 
 
 PSALM CIV. 
 The glory of Cod in Creation and Provrdente. 
 
 1 "|\ T Y foul, thy great Creator praife ; 
 J-VjL When clothed in his celeftial rays, 
 He in full majefty appears, 
 
 And like a robe his glory wears. 
 
 Note, This Pfalm may be Jung to the tune of the "old 
 II %th or liijtb pfalm, by adding thefe tivo lines to every 
 fanza — viz. 
 
 " Great is the Lord ! what tongue can frame 
 " An equal honor to his name !" 
 
 Other-wife it mujl be fung as the IOO pfalm. 
 
 2 The heav'ns are for his curtains fpread ; 
 Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed ; 
 Clouds are his chariot, when he flies 
 On winged ftorms acrofs the Ikies. 
 
 2 Angels, whom his own breath infpires, 
 His minifters are flaming fires ; 
 And fwift as thought their armies move 
 To bear his vengeance or his love. 
 
 4 The world's foundation by his hand 
 Is pois'd, and mall forever Hand ; 
 He binds the ocean in his chain, 
 Left it fhould drown the earth again. 
 
 5 When earth was covered with the flood, 
 Which high above the mountains ftood, 
 He thundered, and the ocean fled, 
 Confin'd to its appointed bed. 
 
 6 The fwelling billows know their bound, 
 And in their channels walk their round ; 
 Refreihing ftreams, by fecret veins, 
 Break from the hills and drench the plains, 
 
 7 He bids the chryftial fountains flow, 
 And cheer the valleys as they go ; 
 There gentle herds their thirft allay, 
 And for the ftream wild afles bray. 
 
*9* PSALMS. 
 
 8 From pleafant trees, which fhade the brink, 
 The lark and linnet light to drink ; 
 
 Their fongs the lark and linnet raife, 
 And chide our filenct in his praife. 
 
 PAUSE thefirft. 
 
 9 God, from his cloudy cittern, pours 
 On the parch'd earth enriching fhowers ; 
 The grove, the garden, and the field 
 
 A thoufand joyful bleffings yield. 
 
 10 He makes the graffy food arife, 
 And gives the cattle large fupplies ; 
 With herbs for man, of various power, 
 To nourifh nature, or to cure. 
 
 11 What noble fruit the vines produce ! 
 The olive yields a pleafmg juice ; 
 
 Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine, 
 His gifts proclaim his love divine. 
 
 12 His bounteous hands our table fpread, 
 He fills our cheerful ftores with bread ; 
 While food our vital ftrength imparts, 
 Let daily praife infpire our hearts. 
 
 PAUSE thefecond. 
 
 13 Behold the ftately cedar ftand, 
 Rais'd in the foreft by his hands ; 
 Birds to the boughs for fhelter fly, 
 And build their neft s fecure on high. 
 
 14 To craggy hills afcends the goat ? 
 And at the airy mountain's foot 
 
 The feebler creatures make their cell- 
 He gives them wifdom where to dwell. 
 
 Ij He fets the fun his circling race, 
 
 Appoints the moon to change her face : 
 And, when thick darknefs veils the day, 
 Calls out wild beafts to hunt their prey. 
 
 1 6 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, 
 And roaring afk their meat from God ; 
 But when the morning beams arife, 
 The favage beau: to covert flies. 
 
PSALMS. 199 
 
 17 Then man to daily labour goes; 
 The night was made for his repofe ; 
 Sleep is thy gift, that fweet relief 
 From tirefcme toil and wafting grief. 
 
 18 How ftrange thy works ! how great thy fkill J 
 While ev'ry land thy riches fill ; 
 
 Thy wifdom round the world we fee, 
 This fpacious earth is full of thee. 
 
 19 Nor lefs thy glories in the deep, 
 Where fifh in millions fwim and creep, 
 With wondrous motions, fwift or flow, 
 Still wand' ring in the paths below. 
 
 20 There {hips- divide their wat'ry way, 
 And flocks of fcaly monfters play ! 
 The huge leviathan refides, 
 
 And, fearlefs, fport, amid the tides. 
 
 PAUSE the third. 
 2,1 Vaft are thy works, almighty Lord, 
 All nature refts upon thy word, 
 And the whole race of creatures ftands 
 Waiting their portion from thy hands. 
 
 22 While each receives his diff'rent food, 
 Their cheerful looks pronounce it good : 
 Eagles and bears, and whales and worms, 
 Rejoice and praife in diff'rent forms. 
 
 23 But when thou hid'fh thy face, they mourn, 
 And, dying, to their duft return : 
 
 Both man and beaft their fouls refign ; 
 Life,, breath, and fpirit, all are thine. 
 
 24 Yet thou canft breathe on duft again, 
 And fill the world with beafts and men ; 
 A word of thy creating breath 
 Repairs the waftes of time and death. 
 
 25 His works, the wonders of his might, 
 Are honor'd with his own delight : 
 How awful are his glorious ways ! 
 The Lord is dreadful in his praife. 
 
 26 The earth ftands trembling at thy ftroke, 
 And at thy touch the mountains fmoke ; 
 Yet humble fouls may fee thy face, 
 And tell their wants to fov'reign grace, 
 
 R a 
 
200 PSAL M S. 
 
 27 In thee my hopes and wifhes meet, 
 
 And makes my meditations fwcet ; 
 
 Thy praifes fhall my breath employ, 
 
 Till it expire in cndlefs joy. 
 a 8 While haughty people die accurft, 
 
 Their glory bury'd with their duft, 
 
 I to my God, my heav'nly Kin?, 
 
 Immortal hallelujahs fing. 
 
 PSALM CV. Abridged. Common Metre. 
 God's condua to If reel, and the plagues of Egypt. 
 
 1 O r l E i hankstoGod ' inv °kehis name, 
 VT And tell the world his grace ; 
 Sound through the earth his deeds of fame 
 
 That all may feek his face. 
 
 2 His covenant which he kept in mind 
 
 For num'rous ages pail, 
 To num'rous ages yet behind 
 In equal force fhall laft. 
 
 3 He fware to Abra'm and his feed, 
 
 And made the bleflingfurc :' 
 Gentiles the ancient promife read, 
 And find his truth endure. 
 
 4 " Thy feed mall make all nations blefs'd ; 
 
 (Said the Almighty voice) 
 " And Canaan's land fliall be thy reft, 
 " The type of heav'nly joys." 
 [j How large the grant ! how rich the grace ! 
 1 o give them Canaan's land, 
 When they were ftrangers in the place, 
 A fmall and feeble band ! 
 9 Like pilgrims through the countries round 
 Securely they remov'd ; 
 Arid haughty kings, that on them frown'd, 
 Severely he reprov'd. 
 7 " Touch mine anointed, and mine arm 
 " Shall foon avenge the wrong ? 
 " The man, that does my prophets harm, 
 " Shall know, their God is flrong. 
 
PSALMS. 4or 
 
 8 " Then let the world forbear its rage, 
 
 " Nor put the church in fear : 
 u Ifrael muft live through ev'ry age, 
 " And be th' Almighty's care."] 
 
 PAUSE the firft. 
 
 9 When Pharaoh dar'd to vex the faints, 
 
 And thus provok'd their God, 
 
 Mofes was fent, at their complaints, 
 
 Arm'd with his dreadful rod. 
 
 10 He calPd for darknefs, darknefs came 
 
 Like an o'erwhelming flood : 
 Ke turn'd each lake, and ev'ry ftream 
 To lakes and ftreams of blood. 
 
 1 1 He gave the fign and noifome flies 
 
 Through the whole country fpread ; 
 And frogs, in baleful armies, rife 
 About the monarch's bed. 
 
 IZ Through fields, and towns, and palaces, 
 The tenfold vengeance flew : 
 Locufts in fwarms devour'd their trees, 
 And hail their cattle flew. 
 
 rj ; Then, by an angel's midnight ftroke, 
 The flow'r of Egypt died ; 
 The ftrength of ev'ry houfe he broke, 
 Their glory and their pride. 
 
 14 "■ Now let the world forbear its rage, 
 
 " Nor put the church in fear; 
 " Ifrael muft live through ev'ry age, 
 "• And be the Almighty's care/* 
 
 P A U S E the fecond. 
 
 15 Thus were the tribes from bondage freed, 
 
 And left the hated ground ; 
 Rich with Egyptian fpoils they fled, 
 Nor was one feeble found. 
 
 16 The Lord himfelf chofe out their way, 
 
 And mark'd their journeys right. 
 Gave them a leading cloud by day, 
 A fiery guide by night. 
 
3o* PSALM S. 
 
 17 They thirft; and waters from the rock 
 
 In rich abundance flow, 
 And foljjwing ftill the courfe they took, 
 Ran all the defert through. 
 
 18 O wondrous lire am ! O blotted type 
 
 Of ever-flowing- grace ! 
 So Chrift our rock maintains our life 
 And aids our wand'ring race. 
 
 19 Thus guarded by th' Almighty hand, 
 
 The chofen tribes poffefs'd 
 Canaan the rich, the promised land, 
 And there enjoy'd their reft. 
 no " Then let the world forbear its rage, 
 " The church renounce her fear ; 
 " Ifrael muft live through ev'ry age, 
 " And be th' Almighty's care/' 
 
 PSALM CVT. ver. 1,-5. Firftpart. Long Metrc^ 
 Praife to God ; or, Communication ivith faints. 
 
 1 HPO God the great, the ever blefs'd, 
 
 X Let fongs of honor be ade'refs'd ; 
 His mercy firm for ever frauds ; 
 Give him the thanks his love demands. 
 
 2 Who knows the wonders of thy ways ? 
 Who ftiall fulfil thy boundlefs praife ? 
 Blefs'd are the fouls that fear thee ftill, 
 And pay their duty to thy will. 
 
 3 Remember what thy mercy did 
 For Jacob's race, thy chofen feed : 
 And with the fame falvation blefs 
 The meaneft fuppliant of thy grace. 
 
 4 O may I fee 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. 
 
PSALMS. 303 
 
 PSALM CVI. ver. 7, 8, 12,-14, 43,-48. 
 Second part. Short Metre. 
 
 Jfrael p unified and pardoned ; or, God's unchangeable 
 love. 
 
 I /^N OD of eternal love, 
 
 VJT How fickle are our ways ! 
 And yet how oft did Ifrael prove 
 Thy conftancy of grace ! 
 
 a They faw thy wonders wrought, 
 
 And then thy praife they fung ; 
 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 ; 
 Now with their lufts provoke the Lord, 
 And he redue'd them low. 
 
 4 Yet when they moarn'd their faults, 
 
 He hearken' d to their groans, 
 Erought his own covenant to his thoughts, 
 And call'd them ftill his ions. 
 
 5 Their names were in his hook, 
 
 He fav'd them from their foes : 
 Oft he chaftis'd, but ne'er forfook 
 The people that he chofe. 
 
 6 Let Ifrael blefs the Lord, 
 
 Who lov'd their ancient race ; 
 And Chriftians join the folemn word 
 Amen> to all the praife. 
 
 PSALM CVII. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 Ifrael led to Canaan^ and Chvijlicns to heaven. 
 I /^NIVE thanks to God; he reigns above; 
 VJT Kind are his thoughts, his name is love ; 
 His mercy ages paft have known, 
 And ages long to come fhall own. 
 
 a Let the redeemed of the Lord 
 The wonders of his grace record ; 
 Ifrael the nation whom he chofe, 
 And refcu'd from their mighty foes. 
 
a°4 PSALM S. 
 
 [3 When God's own arm their fetters broke, 
 And freed them from th' Egyptian yoke, 
 They traced the defer?, wand'ring round* 
 A wild and folitary ground. 
 
 4 There they could find no leading road, 
 Nor city for their hVd abode : 
 
 Nor food, nor fountain to affuage 
 Their burning thirft, or hunger's rage.] 
 
 5 In their diftrefs to God they cry'd, 
 God was their Saviour and their guide ; 
 He led their wand'ring march around, 
 
 And brought their tribes to Canaan's ground. 
 
 6 Thus, when our firft releafe we gain 
 From fin's old yoke and fatan's chain, 
 We have this defert world to pafs, 
 
 A dang'rous and a tirefome place. 
 
 7 He feeds and clothes us all the way, 
 He guides our footfteps left we ftray, 
 He guards us with a powerful hand, 
 And brings us to the heav'nly land. 
 
 3 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 CVII, Second part. Long Metre. 
 
 Corre&ion for Jin, and releafe by prayer. 
 
 1 T7 ROM a S e t0 a £ e exa lt his name, 
 X God and his grace are ftill the fame ; 
 He fills the hungry foul with food, 
 And feeds the poor with ev'ry good. 
 
 a But if their hearts rebel, and rife 
 Againft the God who rules the Ikies, 
 If they reject his heav'nly -word, 
 And flight the counfels of the Lord. 
 
 3 He'll bring their fpirits to the ground, 
 And no deliv'rer fhall be found ; 
 Laden with grief, they wafte their breath 
 In darknefs, and the fliades of death. 
 
PSALMS. 205 
 
 4 Then to the Lord they raife their crie«, 
 He makes the dawning light arife, 
 And fcatters all that difmal made, 
 That hung fo heavy round their head, 
 
 5 He cuts the bars of brafs in two, 
 And lets the fmiling pris'ners through ; 
 Takes oil the load of guilt and grief, 
 And gives the lab'ring foul relief. 
 
 6 O may the fons of men record 
 
 The wond'rous goodnefs of the Lord ! 
 How great his works ! how kind his ways ! 
 Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praife. 
 
 PSALM CVII. Third part. Common Metre. 
 
 Intemperance f unified and pardoned ; or, A pf aim fir the. 
 glutton and the drunkard. 
 
 I T7AIN man, on foolifh pleafures bent, 
 V Prepares for his own punifhment ; 
 What pains, what loathfome maladies, 
 From luxury and luft arife ! 
 
 a The drunkard feels his vitals wafte, 
 
 Yet drowns his health to pleafe his tafte ; . 
 Till all his active pow'rs are loft, 
 And fainting life draws near the duft. 
 
 3 The glutton groans, and loaths to eat, 
 His foul abhors delicious meat ; 
 Nature, with heavy loads opprefs'd, 
 Would yield to death to be releas'd. 
 
 4 Then .how the frighten'd finners fly 
 To God for help with earneft cry ! 
 
 He hears their groans, prolongs their breath, 
 And faves them from approaching death. 
 
 5 No medicines could affect the cure 
 So quick, fo eafy, or fo fure : 
 The deadly fentence God repeals, 
 
 He fends his fov'reign word and heals. 
 
 6 O may the fons of men record 
 
 The wond'rous goodnefs of the Lord i 
 And let their thankful off 'ring prove 
 How they adore their Maker's loye. 
 
*o6 PSALM S. 
 
 PSALM CVII. Fourth part. Long Metre, 
 
 Deliverance from forms and fiipivrecks ; or, The fa- 
 man's Jong. 
 
 I TTTOULD you behold the works of God, 
 VV His wonders in the world abroad ? 
 With the bold mariner furvejr 
 The unknown regions of the fea. 
 
 1 They leave their native fhores behind, 
 And feize the favour of the wind ; 
 Till God command, and tempeft rife 
 That heave the ocean to the Ikies. 
 
 3 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 all hope, to God they cry : 
 His mercy hears their loud addrefs, 
 And fends falvation in diftrefs. 
 
 5 He bids the winds their wrath afluagc, 
 And ftormy tempefts ceafe to rage ; 
 The gladfome train their fears give o'er. 
 And hail with joy their native more. 
 
 6 O may the fonsof men record 
 
 The wondrous goodnefs of the Lord ! 
 Let them their private offerings bring, 
 And in the church his glory ling. 
 
 PSALM CVII. Fourth part. Common Metre, 
 the mariner' 's pfalm. 
 
 1 r I 'HY works of glory, mighty Lord, 
 X That rule the boifterous fea, 
 The fons of courage fliall record, 
 
 Who tempt that dang'rous waj% 
 
 a At thy command the winds arife, 
 
 And fwell the tow'ring waves ; 
 The men aftoniih'd, mount the Ikies, 
 And link ia gaping graves. 
 
PSALMS. 207 
 
 [3 Again they climb the wat'ry hills, 
 And plunge in deeps again : 
 Each like a tott'ring drunkard reels, 
 And finds his courage vain. 
 
 4 Frighted to hear the tempeft roar, 
 
 They pant with fiutt'ring breath, 
 And, hopelefs of the diitant fhore, 
 Exp eel immediate death.] 
 
 5 Then to the Lord they raife their cries, 
 
 He hears the loud requeft, 
 
 And orders filence through the Ikies, 
 
 And lays the floods to reft. 
 
 6 Sailors rejoice to lofe their fears, 
 
 And fee the ftorm allay'd : 
 Now to their eyes the port appears ; 
 There let their vows be paid. 
 
 7 'Tis God that brings them fafe to land ; 
 
 Let ftupid mortals know, 
 That waves are under his command, 
 And all the winds that blow. 
 
 8 Oh that the fons of men would praifc 
 
 The goodnefs of the Lord ! 
 And thofe that fee thy wondrous ways 
 Thy wondrous love record, 
 
 PSALM CVII. Laft part. Long Metre. 
 Colonies planted; or, Nations blejfed and punijhed. 
 
 I TTTHEN God, provok'd with daring crimes, 
 W Scourges the madnefs of the times, 
 He turns their fields to barren fand, 
 And dries the rivers from the land. 
 
 % His word can raife the fprings again, 
 And make the wither'd mountains green, 
 Send fhow'ry bleffings from the ikies, 
 And harvefts in the defert rife. 
 
 [3 Where nothing dwelt but beafts of prey, 
 Or men as fierce and wild as they, 
 He bids th' opprefs'd and poor repair, 
 And builds them towns and cities there, 
 S 
 
ao8 PSALMS. 
 
 4 They fow the fields, and trees they plant, 
 Whofe yearly fruit fupplies their want : 
 Their race grov/s up from fruitful flocks, 
 Their wealth increafes with their flocks. 
 
 5 Thus they are bleiVd ; but if they fin, 
 He lets the heathen nations in ; 
 
 A favage crew invades their lands, 
 Their princes die by barb'rous hands. 
 
 6 Their captive fons, expos' d to fcorn, 
 Wander unpity'd and forlorn : 
 
 The country lies unfenc'd, untill'd, 
 And defolation fpreads the field. 
 
 7 Yet if the humbled nation mourns, 
 Again his dreadful hands he turns ; 
 Again he makes their cities thrive, 
 And bids the dying churches live.] 
 
 S The righteous with a joyful fenfe, 
 Admire the works of Providence ; 
 And tongues of atheifts fhall no more 
 Blafpheme the God that faints adore. 
 
 9 How few with pious care record 
 Thefe wondrous dealings of the Lord I 
 But wife obfervers ftill fhall find 
 The Lord is holy, juft and kind. 
 
 PSALM CVTII. Common Metre. 
 
 A Jong of praift. 
 
 I A WAKE, my foul, to found his praifc, 
 Jl\-. Awake my harp to ling; 
 Join all my powers the fong to raifc, 
 And morning incenfc bring. 
 
 a Among the people of his care, 
 
 And thro' the nations round ; 
 Glad fongs of praife will I prepare, 
 And there his name relbund. 
 
 £ Be thou exalted, O my God, 
 Above the ftarry train ; 
 Diffufe thy heav'nly grace abroad, 
 And teach the world thy reign. 
 
r G 
 
 PSALMS. 109 
 
 4 So fhall thy chofen fons rejoice, 
 
 And throng thy courts ahove ; 
 While fmners hear thy pardoning voice, 
 And tafte redeeming love. 
 
 PSALM CIX. ver. I, — 5, 31. Common Metre. 
 Love to enemies from the example of Chrijf. 
 
 OD of my mercy and my praife, 
 Thy glory is my fong ; 
 Tho' Tinners fpeak againft thy grace 
 With a blafpheming tongue. 
 
 a When in the form of mortal man 
 Thy fon on earth was found, 
 With cruel (landers, falfe and vain, 
 They compafs'd him around. 
 
 3 Their mis'ries his companion move, 
 
 Their peace he ftill purfu'd ; 
 They render hatred for his love, 
 And evil for his good. 
 
 4 Their malice rag'd without a caufe, 
 
 Yet with his dying breath 
 He pray'd for murd'rers on his crofs, 
 And blefs'd his foes in death. 
 
 5. Lord, fhall thy bright example fhine 
 In vain before my eyes; 
 Give me a foul akin to thine, 
 To love mine enemies. 
 
 6 The Lord fhall on my fide engage, 
 And in my Saviour's name 
 I fhall defeat their pride and rage, 
 Who flander and condemn. 
 
 PSALM CX. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 
 Chrifl exalted, and multitudes converted ; or, The fuceeft 
 of the gofpel. 
 
 I fT^HUS God th' eternal Father fpake 
 1 To Chrift the Son : « Afcend and fit 
 " At my right hand, till I fhall make 
 "Thy foes fubmiffive at thy feet. 
 
sio PSALMS. 
 
 2 " From Zion fhall thy word proceed, 
 
 " Thy word, the fceptre in thy hand, 
 " Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed, 
 
 " And bow their wills to thy command. 
 
 3 " That day fhall fhow thy pow'r is great, 
 
 " When faints fhall flock with willing mind*, 
 " And fmners crowd thy temple gate, 
 " Where holinefs in beauty fhines." 
 
 4 O blefled powV ! O glorious day ! 
 
 What a large vi&'ry fhall enfue ? 
 And converts, who thy grace obey, 
 
 Exceed the drops of morning dew. 
 
 PSALM CX. Second part. Long Metre, 
 
 The kingdom and priejlhood of Chriji, 
 
 1 r ~F'HUS the great Lord of earth and fea 
 -i Spake to his Son, and thus he fwore : 
 " Eternal fhall thy priefthood be, 
 
 " And change from hand to hand no more. 
 Q, " Aaron and all his fons muft die ; 
 " But everlafting life is thine, 
 " To fave for ever thofe that fly 
 
 " For refuge from the wrath divine. 
 
 3 " By me Melchifedeck was made 
 
 " On earth a king and prieft at once ; 
 " And thou, my heav'nly prieft, fhalt plead, 
 
 " And thou, my King, fhalt rule my foro." 
 
 4 Jefus the Prieft afcends his throne, 
 
 While counsels of eternal peace, 
 Between the Father and the Son, 
 
 Proceed with honor and fuccefs. 
 ,5 Through the whole earth his reign fhall fpread^ 
 
 And crufh the pow'ers that\iarc rebel; 
 Then fhall he judge the rifing dead, 
 
 And fend the guilty world to hell. 
 6 Though, while he treads his glorious way, 
 
 He drinks the cup of threats and blood, 
 The fufP rings of that dreadful day 
 
 Shall but advance him near to God- ' 
 
PSALMS. 211 
 
 PSALM CX. Common Metre. 
 Chriffs kingdom and pricjlhood. 
 r TESUS, our Lord, afcend thy throne, 
 J And near thy Father fit ; 
 In Zion mall thy power he known, 
 And make thy foes fubmit. 
 
 1 What wonders fhall thy gofpel do ! 
 Thy converts fhall furpafs 
 The num'rous drops of morning dew, 
 And own thy fov'reign grace. 
 
 3 God hath pronounced a firm decree, 
 
 Nor changes what he fwore ; 
 " Eternal fhall thy priefthood be, 
 " When Aaron's is no more ; 
 
 4 " Melchifedeck, that wondrous prieft, 
 
 " That king of high degree, 
 " That holy man, who Abraham blefl, 
 " Was but a type of thee/' 
 
 5 Jefus, our prieft, forever lives, 
 
 To plead for us above ; 
 Jefus, our king, forever gives 
 The bleffings of his love. 
 
 6 God fhall exalt his glorious head, j 
 
 And his high throne maintain, 
 Shall ftrike the powers and princes dead, 
 
 Who dare oppofe his reign. 
 PSALM OXI. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 The ivijdom of God in his works. 
 I Q ONGS of immortal praife belong 
 O To my almighty God ; 
 He has my heart, and he my tongue, 
 To fpread his name abroad. 
 1 How great the works his hand has wrought,! 
 How glorious in our fight ! 
 And men in ev'ry age have fought 
 His wonders with delight. 
 3 How fair and beauteous Nature's frame ! 
 How wife th' eternal mind ! 
 His counfels never change the fcheme 
 That his firft thoughts defign'd. 
 
*** PSALMS. 
 
 4 When he redeem'd his chofen fona, 
 
 He fiVd his cov'nant fure ; 
 The orders that his lips pronounce 
 To endlefs years endure. 
 
 5 Nature and time, and earth and fkies^ 
 
 Thy heav'nly fkill proclaim; 
 What fhall we do to make us wife, 
 But learn to read thy name ? 
 
 6 To fear thy power, to truft thy grace, 
 
 Is our divineft fkill ? 
 And he's the wifeft of our race 
 That beft obeys thy will. 
 
 PSALM CXI. Second part. Common Metre. 
 The perfeblions of God. 
 
 1 /^N REAT is the Lord ; his works of migh* 
 \J Demand our nobleft fongs. ; 
 
 Let his affembled faints unite 
 Their harmony of tongues. 
 
 2 Great is the mercy of the Lord, 
 
 He gives his children food ; 
 
 And, ever mindful of his word, 
 
 He makes his promife good. 
 
 3 His Son, the great Redeemer, came 
 
 To feal his cov'nant fure : 
 Holy and rev'rend is his name, 
 His ways are juft and pure, 
 
 4 They that would grow divinely wife, 
 
 Muft with his fear begin ; 
 Our faireft proof of knowledge lies 
 In hating ev'ry fin. 
 
 PSALM CXII. As the 113th Pfalm. 
 The blejjings of the liberal man, 
 1 'T^HAT man is blefs'd, who ftands in awe 
 A Of God, and loves his facced law : 
 His feed on earth fhall be renown'd ; 
 His houfe the feat of wealth fhall be, 
 An unexhaufted treafury, 
 
 And with fucceffive honors crown'd. 
 
PSAL M S. %ll 
 
 l His liberal favors he, extends, 
 To fome he gives, to others lends ; 
 
 A generous pity fills his mind : 
 Yet what his charity impairs, 
 He faves by prudence in affairs, 
 
 And thus he's juft to all mankind. 
 
 3 His hands, while they his alms beftow'd^ 
 His glory's future harveft fow'd ; 
 
 The fweet remembrance of the juft. 
 Like a green root, revives and bears 
 A train of blemngs for his heirs, 
 
 When dying nature fleeps in duiL. 
 
 4 Befet with threat'ning dangers round, 
 Unmov'd mall he maintain his ground ; 
 
 His confcience holds his courage up ; 
 The foul that's fill'd with virtue's light, 
 Shines brighteft in affliction's night ; 
 
 And fees, in darknefs, beams of grace, 
 PAUSE. 
 [5 111 tidings never can furprife 
 
 His heart, that fixM, on God relies, 
 
 Tho' waves and tempefts roar around : 
 Safe on a rock he fits, and fees 
 The fhipwreck of his enemies, 
 
 And all their hope and glory drown d, 
 
 6 The wicked fhall his triumph fee, 
 And gnafh their teeth in agony, 
 
 To find their expectations croft ; 
 They and their envy, pride and fpite, 
 Sink down to everlafting night, 
 
 And all their names in darknefs loft. 
 
 PSALM CXII. Long Metre. , 
 The blejfings of the pious and charitable. 
 j r-pHRlCE happy man, who fears the Lord, 
 J. Loves his commands, and truft his word \ 
 Honor and peace his days attend, 
 And bleffings to his feed defcend. 
 % Companion dwells upon his mind, 
 To works of mercy ftill inclin'd : 
 He lends the poor fome prefent aid, 
 Or gives them, not to be repaid. 
 
114 PSALMS. 
 
 3 ^?! n ^ S gr ° W dark ' and tidin S 5 fp«ad, 
 1 hat fill his neighbours round with dread, 
 His heart is arm'd againft the fear, 
 
 For God, with all his power, is there. 
 
 4 His fpirit, fixM upon the Lord, 
 Draws heav'niy courage from his word : 
 Amidft the darknefs light fhall rife, 
 
 To chear his heart, and bleis his eyes. 
 
 5 He hath difpers'd his alms abroad, 
 His works are {till before his God • 
 His name on earth mall long remain, 
 While envious finners rage in vain. 
 
 PSALM CXII. Common Metre. 
 
 Liberality rewarded. 
 
 I "LJAPPY is he that fears the Lord, 
 A JL And follows his commands, 
 Who lends the poor without reward, 
 Or gives with lib'ral hands. 
 0. As pity dwells within his breaft 
 To all the fons of need ; 
 So God fnall anfwer his requeft 
 With bleffings on his feed. 
 
 3 No evil tidings fhall furprife 
 
 His well-efhblinVd mind; 
 His foul to God, his refuge, flies, 
 And leaves his fears behind. 
 
 4 In times of danger and diftrefs 
 
 Some beams of light fhall fhine, 
 To fhew the world his righteoufnefs, 
 And give him peace divine. 
 
 5 His works of piety and love 
 
 Remain before the Lord ; 
 Honor on earth, and joys above, 
 Shall be his fure reward. 
 
PSALMS. 215 
 
 p S A L M CXIII. Proper Tune. 
 The majefly and condefcenfion of God. 
 
 YE that delight to ferve the Lord, 
 The honors of his name record— 
 His facred name forever blefs : 
 Where'er the circling- fun difplays 
 His rifing beams or fetting rays, 
 
 Let lands and feas his power confeis. 
 Not time, ncr nature's narrow rounds, 
 Can give his vaft dominion hounds, 
 
 The heav'ns are far below his height ; 
 Let no created greatnefs dare 
 With our eternal God compare, 
 
 Arm*d with his uncreated might, 
 i 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 feats them on the thrones of king* 
 
 4 When childlefs families defpair, 
 He fends the bleffmgs of an heir, 
 
 To refcue their expiring name ; 
 The mother, with a thankful voice, 
 Proclaims her praifes and her joys^ 
 Let ev'ry age advance his praife. 
 PSALM CXIII. Long Metre. 
 God favereign and gracious. 
 
 1 ~S7^ fervants of th' almighty King, 
 
 X In every age his praifes fing ; 
 Where'er the fun fhall rife or fet, 
 The nations fhall his praife repeat. 
 
 2 Above the earth, beyond the iky 
 His throne of glory ftands on high ;_ 
 Nor time nor place his power reftram t 
 l T or bound his univerfal reign. 
 
 « Which of the fons of Adam dare, 
 ' Or angels, with their God compare ? 
 
 His glories how divinely bright ! 
 
 Who dwells in uncreated light I 
 
3,6 PSALMS. 
 
 4 Behold his love ! he ftoops to view 
 What faints above and angels do ! 
 And condefcends, yet more, to know 
 The .mean affairs of men below ! 
 
 5 From dull and cottages obfcure 
 His grace exalts the humble poor ! 
 Gives them the honor of his funs, 
 
 And fits them for their heav'nly throne*. 
 [6 A word of his creating voice 
 
 Can make the barren houfe rejoice ; 
 
 Though Sarah's ninety years were paft, 
 
 The promised feed is born at laft. 
 7 With joy the mother views her fon, 
 
 And tells the wonders God has done ; 
 
 Faith may grow ftrong when fenfe defpairs ; 
 
 If nature falls, the promife bears.] 
 
 PSALM CXIV. Long Metre. 
 Miracles attending IfraeVs journey, 
 
 1 *\^7* HEN IfraeI ' freed from phar aoh's hand, 
 Y * . Left tn e proud tyrant and his land, 
 The tribes, with cheerful homage, own 
 Their king, and Judah was his throne. 
 
 2- Acrofs the deep their journey lay ; 
 The deep divides to make them way ; 
 Jordan beheld their march, and fled, 
 With backward current, to his head. 
 
 3 The mountains fhook, like frighted fheep— 
 Like lambs, the little hillocks leap ! 
 Not Sinai on her bafe could ftand, 
 Confcious of fov' reign power at hand. 
 
 \ What power could make the deep divide- 
 Make Jordan backward roll his tide ? 
 Why did ye leap, ye little hills ? 
 And whence the dread that Sinai feels ? 
 
 ; Let every mountain, every flood 
 Retire and know th' approaching God, 
 The King of Ifrael : fee him here ! 
 Tremble, thou earth, adore and fear, 
 
PSALMS. ai7 
 
 6 He thunders, and all nature mourns, 
 The rock to ftanding pools he turns ; 
 Flints fpring with fountains, at his word, 
 And fires and feas confefs the Lord. 
 
 PSALM CXV. Firft Metre. 
 
 The true God our refuge ; or, Idolatry reproved* 
 
 I \TOT to ourfelves, who are but duft — 
 IN Not to ourfelves is glory due, 
 Eternal God, thou only juft, 
 
 Thou only gracious, wife and true. 
 
 a Difplay to earth thy dreadful name : 
 
 Why mould a heathen's haughty tongue 
 Infult us, and, to raife our ihame, 
 
 Say, " Where's the God you've ferv'd fo long ?" 
 
 3 The God we ferve, maintains his throne 
 
 Above the clouds, beyond the fkies ; 
 Through all the earth his will is done, 
 
 He knows our groans, he hears our cries.. 
 
 4 But the vain idols they adore, 
 
 Are fenfelefs fhapes of (tone and wood ; 
 At beft a mafs of glittering ore, 
 A filver faint, or golden god. 
 
 [5 With eyes and ears they carve the head ; 
 
 Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind ; 
 In vain are coftly offerings made, 
 
 And vows are fcatter'd in the wind. 
 
 6 Their feet were never made to move, 
 
 Nor hands to fave, when mortals pray ; 
 Mortals, that pay them fear or love, 
 
 Seem to be blind and deaf as they.] 
 
 7 O Ifrael, make the Lord thy hope, 
 
 Thy help, thy refuge, and thy reft ; 
 The Lord mail build thy ruins up, 
 
 And biefs the people and the prieft. 
 § The dead no more can fpeak thy praife-*- 
 They dwell in filence in the grave ; 
 But we fhall live to fing thy grace, 
 
 And tell the world thy puwer to fave. 
 
ai8 PSALM 3. 
 
 PSALM CXV. Second Metre. As the new tune 
 of the 50th Pfalm. 
 
 Idolatry reproved. 
 
 I "VTOT to our names, thou only juft and true, 
 LN Not to our worthlefs names is glory due : 
 Thy power and grace, thy truth and juftice claim 
 Immortal honors to thy fov'reign name ; 
 Shine through the earth, from heav'n thy hleft abode ; 
 Nor let the heathens fay, " Where is your God ?" 
 
 % Heav n is thine higher court : there ftands thy throne, 
 And thro' the lower worlds thy will is done : 
 God fram'd this earth — the ffcarry heav'ns he fpread, 
 But fools adore the gods their hands have made ; 
 The kneeling crow'd, with looks devout, behold 
 Their filver faviours, and their faints of gold. 
 
 [3 Vain are thofe artful fhapes of eyes and ears — 
 The molten image neither fees nor hears ; 
 Their hands are helplefs, nor their feet can move, 
 They havenofpeech,northought,norpower,nor love ; 
 Yet fottifh mortals make their long complaints 
 To their deaf idols, and their lifelefs faints. 
 
 4 The rich have ftatues well adorn'd with gold ; 
 The poor, concent with gods of coarfer mould, 
 With tools of iron carve the fenfelefs flock, 
 Lopt from a tree, or broken from a rock ; 
 People and prieft drive on the fclemn trade, 
 And truft the gods that faws and hammers made.] 
 
 5 Be heav'n and earth amaz'd ! 'Tis hard to fay 
 Which are more ftupid, their gods, or they. 
 
 O Ifrael, truft the Lord : he hears and fees, 
 He knows thy forrows, and reftores thy peace ; 
 His worfhip does a thoufand comforts yield — 
 He is thy help, and he thine heav'nly fhield. 
 
 6 In God we truft : our impious foes in vain 
 Attempt our ruin, and oppofe his reign ; 
 
 Had they prevaii'd, darknefs had clos'd our days, 
 And death and filence had forbid his praife : 
 But we are fav'd, and live : — Let fongs arife, 
 And Zion blefs the God that built the fioes. 
 
PSALMS. %i 9 
 
 PSALM CXVI. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 Recovery from ftcknefs. 
 
 \ I T LOVE the Lord : he heard my cries, 
 A And pity'd every groan, 
 Long as I live, when troubles rife, 
 I'll haften to his throne. 
 
 a I love the Lord : he bow'd his ear, 
 And chas'd my griefs away : 
 Oh let my heart no more defpair, 
 When I have breath to pray. 
 
 3 My flefh declined, my fpirits fell, 
 
 And I drew near the dead, 
 While inward pangs and fears of hell 
 Perplex' d my wakeful head. 
 
 4 " My God, (I cry'd) thy fervant fave, 
 
 " Thou ever good and juft ; 
 " Thy power can refcue from the grave^ 
 " Thy power is all my truft/' 
 
 5 The Lord beheld me fore diftrefb, 
 
 He bade my pains remove : 
 Return, my foul, to God thy reft, 
 For thou haft known his love. 
 
 6 My God hath fav'd my foul from death* 
 
 And dry'd my falling tears : 
 Now to his praife I'll fpend my breath, 
 And my remaining years. 
 
 PSALM CXVI. ver. 12, &c. Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Thanks for private deliverance. 
 
 I TTTHAT fliall I render to my God 
 VV For all his kindnefs fhown ? 
 My feet fhall vifit thine abode, 
 
 My fongs addrefs thy throne. 
 
 a Among the faints that fill thine fcoufe 
 My offerings lhall be said 
 There fhuil w z perfc vows 
 
 My foul in anguiih made. 
 
220 PSALM S. 
 
 3 How much is mercy thy delight, 
 
 Thou ever-bleffed God ! 
 How dear thy fervants in thy fight ! 
 How precious is their blood ! 
 
 4 How happy all thy fervants are ! 
 
 How great thy grace to me ! 
 My life, which thou haft made thy care, 
 Lord, I devote to thee. 
 
 5 Now I am thine, forever thine, 
 
 Nor fhall my purpofe move ; 
 
 Thy hand has loosed my bonds of pain, 
 
 And bound me with thy love. 
 
 6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, 
 
 And thy rich grace record ; 
 Witnefs, ye faints, who hear me now, 
 If I forfake the Lord. 
 
 PSALM CXVII. Common Metre. 
 Praife to God from all nations. 
 * (~\ ALL ye nations, praife the Lord, 
 V_S Each with a different tongue ; 
 In ev'ry language learn his word, 
 And let his name be fung. 
 2 His mercy reigns thro' ev'ry land ; 
 Proclaim his grace abroad ; 
 Forever firm his truth fhall ftaud — 
 Praife ye the faithful God. 
 
 PSALM CXVII. Long Metre, 
 I T^ROM all that dwell below the fkies 
 J? Let the Creator's praife arife ; 
 Let the Redeemer's name be fung 
 Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue, 
 a Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; 
 Eternal truth attends thy word ; 
 Thy praife fhall found from fhore to fhore, 
 'Till funs fhall fet and rife no more. 
 
 PSALM CXVII. Short Metre. 
 I HPHY name, almighty Lord, 
 
 JL Shall found thro' diftant lands : 
 Great is thy grace, and fure thy word : 
 Thy truth forever ftands. 
 
PSALMS. Z2I 
 
 Z Far be thine honor fpread, 
 
 And long thy praife endure, 
 
 •'Till morning light and ev ning fhade 
 
 Shall be exchang'd no more. 
 
 PSALM CXVIII. ver. 6,-15. #Wi part, 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Deliverance form a tumult. 
 
 I r T^ HE Lord appears my helper now, 
 X Nor is my faith afraid 
 What all the fons of earth can do, 
 Since heav'n affords its aid. 
 
 4 'Tis fafer, Lord, to hope in thee, 
 And have my God my friend. 
 Than truft in men of high degree, 
 And on their truth depend. 
 
 3 'Tis through the Lord my heart is' ftrong, 
 
 In him my lips rejoice ; 
 While his falvation is my fong, 
 How cheerful is my voice. 
 
 4 Like angry bees they girt me round ; 
 
 When God appears they fly : 
 So burning thorns, with crackling found, 
 Make a fierce blaze, and die. 
 
 5 Joy to the faints and peace belongs : 
 
 The Lord protects their days : 
 Let Ifrael tune immortal fongs 
 To his almighty grace. 
 
 PSALM CXVIII. ver. 17,— 3,1. Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Public praife for deliverance from death. 
 
 I ¥ ORD, thou haft heard thy fervant cry, 
 1 J And refcu'd from the grave ; 
 Now mail he live ; (and none can die, 
 If God refolve to fave.) 
 
 2i Thy praife, more conftant than before, 
 Shall fill his daily breath ; 
 Thy hand, that hath chaftis'd him fore, 
 Defends him {till from death. 
 
»aa PSALMS. 
 
 3 Open the gate of Zion now, 
 
 For we fhall worfhip there, 
 The houfe where all the righteous go, 
 Thy mercy to declare. 
 
 4 Among' th' affemblies of thy faints 
 
 Our thankful voice we raife ; 
 
 There we have told thee our complaints, 
 
 And there we fpeak thy praife. 
 
 PSALM CXVIII. ver. 22, 23. Third part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Chrijl the foundation of the church. 
 
 1 T>EHOLD the fure foundation ftone 
 1J Which God in Zion lays, 
 
 To build our heav'nly hopes upon, 
 And his eternal praife. 
 
 2 Chofen of God, to finners dear, 
 
 And faints adore the name, 
 
 They truft their whole falvation here, 
 
 Nor fhall they fuffer fhame. 
 
 3 The foolifh builders, fcribe, and prieft, 
 
 RejecT: it with difdain : 
 Firm on this rock the church fhall reft, 
 And envy rage in vain. 
 
 4 What tho ' the gates of hell withftood ? 
 
 Yet muft this building rife : 
 
 'Tis thy own work, almighty God, 
 
 And wondrous in our eyes. 
 
 PSALM CXVIII. ver. 24, 25, 26. Fourth part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Hofanna ; the Lord's day ; or, Chrifis rfurreflion y 
 and our falvation. 
 
 1 r T _,| HIS is the day the Lord hath made, 
 
 X He calls the hours his own : 
 "Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad, 
 And praife furround the throne. 
 
 2 To-day he rofe and left the dead ; 
 
 And Satan's empire fell — 
 To-day the faints his triumph fpread, 
 And all his wonders tell. 
 
PSALMS. z*3 
 
 3 Hofanna to th' anointed king, 
 
 To David's holy fon, 
 Help us, O Lord ; defcend and bring 
 Salvation from thy throne. 
 
 4 Blefs'd is the Lord, who comes to men 
 
 With meffages of grace ; 
 Who comes in God his Father's name, 
 To fave our finful race. 
 
 j Hofanna, in the highefb ftrains, 
 
 The church On earth can raife ; 
 The higheft heav'ns, in which he reigns, 
 Shall give him nobler praife. 
 
 PSALM CXVI1I. ver. 22,-27. Short Metre. 
 
 An hofanna for the Lord's day : or, A nezu fong offah-a- 
 Hon by Chrifi, 
 
 1 QEE what a living ftone 
 O The builders did refufe ; 
 
 Yet God hath built his church thereon 
 In fpite of envious Jews. 
 
 2 The fcribe and angry prieft 
 
 Reject thine only fon ; 
 Yet on this rock {hall Zion reft, 
 As the chief corner ftone. 
 
 3 The work, O Lord, is thine, 
 
 And wondrous in our eyes : 
 This day declares it all divine, 
 This day did Jefus rife. 
 
 4 This is the glorious day 
 
 That our Pvedeemer made ; 
 Let us rejoice, and fing, and pray, 
 Let all the church be glad. 
 
 5 Hofanna to the king 
 
 Of David's royal blood : 
 Blefs him, ye faints, he comes to bring 
 Salvation from your God. 
 
 6 We blefs thine holy word, 
 
 Which all this grace difplays ; 
 And offer on thy alter, Lord, 
 Our facrifice of praife. 
 T a 
 
«24 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM CXVIII. ver. 22,-27. Long Metre. 
 
 An hofanna for the Lord's day ; or, A new Jong offal- 
 vation by Chrifi. 
 
 1 T O, what a glorious Corner-ftone 
 JL< The Jewifh builders did refufe ! 
 But God hath built his church thereon, 
 
 In fpite of envy, and the Jews. 
 
 2 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 Saviour rife. 
 
 3 Sinners rejoice, and faints be glad ; 
 
 Hofanna, let his name be blefs'd ; 
 A thoufand honors on his head, 
 
 With peace, and light, and glory, reft ! 
 
 4 In God's own name he comes to bring 
 
 Salvation to our dying race; 
 Let the whole church addrefs their King 
 
 With hearts of joy, and fongs of praifc. 
 
 I have collected and difpofed of the moffc ufeful 
 verfes of the cxixth Pfalm under eigthteen different 
 heads, and formed a divine fong upon each of them. 
 But the verfes are much tranfpofed, to attain fome 
 degree of connexion. 
 
 In fome places, among tbe words law, commands, 
 judgments, teflimonies, I have ufed gofpel, -word, truth, 
 grace, promifes, &c. as more agreeable to the New Tef- 
 tament, and the common language of Chriftians, and 
 it equally anfwers the defign of the Pfalmift, which 
 was to recommend the holy Scripture. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 
 The bleffednefs of faints, and mifery of f inner s. 
 
 Ver. T, 2, 3. 
 I T>LESS'D are the undefil'd in heart, 
 Jlj Whofe ways are right and clean ; 
 Who never from thy law depart, 
 But fly from ev'ry fin. 
 
PSALMS. 22-S 
 
 e Blefs'd are the men that keep thy word, 
 And pradtife thy commands ; 
 With their whole heart they feek the Lord, 
 And ferve thee with their hands. 
 Ver. 165. 
 
 3 Great is their peace who love thy law ; 
 
 How firm their fouls abide ! 
 Nor can a bold temptation draw 
 Their fteady feet afide. 
 Ver. 6. 
 
 4 Then fhall my heart have inward joy, 
 
 And keep my face from fhame, 
 When all thy ftatutes I obey, 
 And honor all thy name. 
 Ver. ai, n8. 
 
 5 But haughty finners God will hate, 
 
 The proud fhall die accurs'd ; 
 The fons of falfehood and deceit 
 Are trodden to the dull. 
 
 Ver. 119, 155. 
 
 6 VJle^as-the^drofs the wicked are : 
 z^And thofe that leave thy ways 
 
 Shall fee falvation from afar, 
 But never tafte thy grace. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Second part. 
 
 Secret devotion and fpir'ttual-mtndednejs ; or, Conjiant eon- 
 
 *verfe ivitb God. 
 
 Ver. 147,55. 
 
 1 r THO thee, before the dawning light, 
 
 JL My gracious God, I pray ; 
 I meditate thy name by night, 
 And keep thy law by 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. 164. 
 
 3 SeVn times a day I lift my hands, 
 
 And pay my thanks to thee : 
 Thy righteous providence demands 
 Repeated praife from me. 
 
"6 PSALM S. 
 
 Ver. 62. 
 A When midnight darknefs veils the fkics, 
 I call thy works to mind ; 
 My thoughts in warm devotion rife, 
 And fweet acceptance find. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Third part. 
 Profejfions of fincerhy, repentance, and obedience. 
 
 TVer. 57, 60. 
 HOU art my portion, O my God; 
 Soon as I know thy way, 
 My heart makes hafte t' obey thy word, 
 And fuffers no delay. 
 
 Ver. 13, 14. 
 2, I chufe the path of heav'nly truth, 
 And glory in the choice : 
 Not all the riches of the earth 
 Could make me fo rejoice. 
 
 3 The teftimonies of thy grace, 
 
 I fet before my eyes ; 
 Thence I derive my daily ftrength, 
 And there my comfort lies. 
 
 Ver. 59. 
 
 4 If once I wander from thy path, 
 
 I think upon my ways, 
 Then turn my feet to thy commands, 
 And truft thy pard'ning grace. 
 
 Ver. 94, 1 1 2. 
 
 5 Now I am thine, forever thine, 
 
 O fave thy fervant, Lord, 
 Thou art my fliield, my hiding place ; 
 My hope is in thy word. 
 
 Ver. 112. 
 
 6 Thou haft inclin'd this heart of mine 
 
 Thy ftatutes to fulfil ; 
 And thus, till mortal life fhall end, 
 Would I perform thy will. 
 
PSALMS. 227 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Fourth part. 
 
 Injlrublion from Scripture. 
 Ver. 9. 
 ! TTOW fhall the young fecuTe their hearts, 
 AIL And guard their lives from fin ? 
 Thy word the choiceft rules imparts 
 To keep the confcience clean. 
 Ver. 130. 
 a When once it enters to the mind, 
 It fpreads fuch light abroad, 
 The meaneft fouls inftru6tion find, 
 
 And raife. their thoughts to God. 
 
 Ver. 105. 
 
 3 ; Tis like the fun, a heav'nly light, 
 
 That guides us all the day ; 
 And, though the dangers of the night, 
 A lamp to lead our way. 
 Ver. 99, 100. 
 
 4 The men that keep thy law with care, 
 
 And meditate thy word, 
 Grow wifer than their teachers are, 
 And better know the Lord. 
 Ver. 104, 113- 
 
 5 Thy precepts make me truly wife ; 
 
 I hate the finner's road : 
 I hate my own vain thoughts that rife, 
 But love thy law, my God. 
 Ver. 89, 90, 91. 
 [6 The ftarry heav'ns thy rule obey, 
 The earth maintains her place ; 
 And thefe thy fervauts, night and day, 
 Thy {kill and pow'r exprefs. 
 
 7 But ftill thy law and gofpel, Lord, 
 
 Have leffons more divine : 
 Not earth ftands firmer than thy word, 
 Nor ftars fo nobly fhine.] 
 
 Ver. 190, 140, 9j ix 9- 
 
 8 Thy word is everlafting truth, 
 
 How pure is ev'ry page ! 
 That holy book fhall guide our youth, 
 And well fupport our age. 
 
228 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Fifth part. 
 Mght in feature , or, The W of God d^llin. 
 
 1 O ^°T ^° W l IoVe %ioly law! 
 V^ 1 is daily my delight : 
 And thence my meditations draw 
 -Divine advice by night. 
 
 tv/t , Ver - J 48. 
 
 2 My waking eyes prevent the day 
 To meditate thy word • 
 My foul with longing melts 'away 
 To hear thy gofpel, Lord. 
 
 3 Thy heav'nly wor^my hlntngage! 
 And well employ my tongue! 
 And, m my tirefome pilgrimage, 
 Yield me a heav'nly fong? 
 
 . a t n Ver - I0 > io?. 
 
 4 Am I a ftranger, or at home, 
 
 Tis my perpetual feaft ; 
 Not honey dropping from the comb 
 
 So much allures the tafte. 
 .. Ver. 72 jay 
 
 5 No treafures fo enrich the mind • 
 
 Nor fhall thy word be fold' 
 For loads of filver well rehVd 
 Nor heaps of choiceft gold. 
 
 J hy promifes of grace 
 Are pillars to fupport my hope, 
 And there I write thy praife. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Sixth part. 
 
 Hoiinefs and comfort from the w>rd. 
 
 Ver. 128 
 
 1 L°S l^^y Wgments right, 
 JLJ Andallthyftatutesjuli; S 
 
 Ihence I maintain a conftant fight 
 With ev'ry flatt n n g l u ft. 
 
 
PSALMS. 229 
 
 Ver. 97, 9. 
 
 2 Thy precepts often I furvey : 
 
 1 keep thy law in fight, 
 Through all the bus'nefs of the day, 
 To form my actions right. 
 
 Ver. 62. 
 
 3 My heart in midnight filence cries, 
 
 " How fweet thy comforts be V 
 My thoughts in holy wonders rife, 
 And bring their thanks to thee. 
 
 Ver. 162. 
 
 4 And when my fpirit drinks her fill 
 
 At fome good word of thine, 
 
 Not mighty men that fhare the fpoil, 
 
 Have joys compared to mine. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Seventh part. 
 Imperfection of nature, and perfec~lio?i of Jbripture. 
 
 Ver. 96, paraphrafed. 
 
 1 T ET all the Heathen writers join 
 I J To form one perfect book, 
 
 Great God, if once compar'd with thine, 
 How mean their writings look ! 
 
 2 Not the moft perfect rules they gave 
 
 Could fhew one fin forgiv'n, 
 
 Nor lead a ftep beyond the grave ; 
 
 But thine conduct to heav'n. 
 
 3 I've feen an end to what we call 
 
 Perfection here below ; 
 How fhort the pow'rs of nature fall, 
 And can no farther go. 
 
 4 Yet men would fain be juft with God, 
 
 By works their hands have wrought : 
 But thy commands, exceeding broad, 
 Extend to ev'ry thought. 
 
 5 In vain we boaft perfection here, 
 
 While fin defiles our frame, 
 And finks our virtues down fo far, 
 They fcarce defervc the name. 
 
no PSALMS. 
 
 6 Our faith and love, and ev'ry grace, 
 
 Fall far below thy word ; 
 
 But perfect truth and righteoufnefs 
 
 Dwell only with the Lord. "" 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Eighth part. 
 The excellency and variety of fcripture. 
 Ver. in. Paraphrafed. 
 I T ORD, I have made thy word my choice, 
 JLi My lading heritage ; 
 There fhall my nobleft pow'rs rejoice, 
 My warmeft thdughts engage. m 
 1 I'll read the hift/ries of thy love, 
 And keep thy laws in fight, 
 While through the promifes I rove, 
 With ever-frefh delight. 
 
 3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, 
 
 Where fprings of life arife, 
 Seeds of immortal blifs are fown, 
 And hidden glory lies. 
 
 4 The beft relief that mourners have, 
 
 It makes our forrows blefs'd ; 
 Our faireft hope beyond the grave, 
 And our eternal reft. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Ninth part. 
 Deft re of knowledge. 
 Ver. 64, 63, 18. 
 J r T"'HY mercies fill the earth, O Lord, 
 A How good thy works appear ! 
 Open my eyes to read thy word, 
 And fee thy wonders there. 
 
 Ver. 73, 125. 
 
 2 My heart was fafhion'd by thy hand, 
 
 My fervice is thy due, 
 
 O ! make thy fervant underftand 
 
 The duties I muft do. 
 
 Ver. 19. 
 
 3 Since I'm a ftranger here below, 
 
 - Thy path O ! do not hide ; 
 But mark the road my feet fhould go, 
 And be my conftant guide. 
 
PSALMS. 231 
 
 Ver. 26. 
 
 4 When I confefs'd my wand'ring ways, 
 
 Thou heard'fb my foul complain ; 
 .Grant me the teachings of thy grace, 
 Or I fhall ftray again. 
 
 Ver. 33, 34. 
 
 5 If God to me his ftatutes fhew, 
 
 And heaVniy truth impart, 
 His work for ever, I'll purfue, 
 His law fhall rule my heart. 
 Ver. 50, 71. 
 
 6 This was my comfort when I bore 
 
 Variety of grief ; 
 It made me learn thy word the more, 
 And fly to that relief. 
 
 Ver. 51. 
 [7 In vain the proud deride me now ; 
 I'll ne'er forget thy law, 
 Nor let that hleffed gofpel go, 
 
 "Whence all my hopes I draw. 
 Ver. 27, 171. 
 S When I have learn'd my Father's will, 
 I'll teach the world his ways ; 
 My thankful lips, infpir'd with zeal, 
 Shall fing aloud his praife.] 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Tenth part. 
 Pleading the promifes. 
 Ver. 38, 49. 
 I T)EHOLD thy waiting fervant, Lord, 
 JO Devoted to thy fear ; 
 Remember and confirm thy word, 
 For all my hopes are there. 
 Ver. 41, 58, 107. 
 1 Haft thou net fent falvation down, 
 
 And promis'd quick'ning grace ? 
 Doth not my heart addrefs thy throne ? 
 And yet thy love delays. 
 
 Ver. 123, 42. 
 3 Mine eyes for thy falvation fail ; 
 O bear thy fervant up ; 
 Nor let the fcofhng lips prevail ; 
 Who dare reproach my hope. 
 U 
 
33* PSALMS. 
 
 Ver. 49, 74. 
 4 Didft thou not raife my faith, O Lord > 
 Then let thy truth appear : 
 Saints fhall rejoice in my reward, 
 And truft as well as fear. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Eleventh part. 
 Breathing after bolinefs. 
 
 ^ ^ VCr ' 5 ' 33 ' 
 
 1 |\ THAT the Lord would guide my ways 
 \J To keep his ftatutes ftill ! 
 O that my God would grant me grace 
 To know and do his will ! 
 
 Ver. 29. 
 
 2 O fend thy fpirit down to write 
 
 Thy law upon my heart ! 
 Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 
 Nor acl the liar's part. 
 
 Ver. 37, 36. 
 
 3 rrom vanity turn off my eyes : 
 
 Let no corrupt defign, 
 Nor covetous defires, arife 
 
 Within this foul of mine. 
 
 Ver. 133. 
 
 4 Order my footfteps by thy word, 
 
 And make my heart fincere ! 
 Let fin have no dominion, Lord, 
 But keep my confidence clear. 
 
 Ver. 176. 
 
 5 My foul hath gone too far aftray, 
 
 My feet too often flip ; 
 Yet fince I keep in mind thy way, 
 
 Reftore thy wand'ring fheep. ^ 
 
 Ver. 35. 
 
 6 Make me to walk in thy commands, 
 
 'Tis a delightful road; 
 Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, 
 Offend againft my God. 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Twelfth part. 
 
 Breathing after comfort and deliverance. 
 
 Ver. 153. 
 
 1 "JV^Y God, confider my diftrefs, 
 XVX Let mercy plead my caufe ; 
 Though I have fin'd againft thy grace, 
 
 I ne'er forget thy laws. 
 
 Ver. 39, 116. 
 
 2 Forbid, forbid the fharp reproach, 
 
 Which I fo juftly fear ; 
 Uphold my life, uphold my hopes, 
 Nor let my fhame appear. 
 
 Ver. 122, 135. 
 
 3 Be thou a furety, Lord, for me, 
 
 Nor let the proud opprefs ; 
 But make thy waiting fervant fee 
 The minings of thy face. 
 
 Ver. 81. 
 
 4 My eyes with expectation fail, 
 
 My heart within me cries, 
 
 " When will the Lord his truth fulfil, 
 
 " And bid my comfort rife V 
 
 Ver. 132. 
 
 5 Look down upon my forrows, Lord, 
 
 And fhow thy g?ace the fame, 
 Thy tender mercies ftill afford 
 
 To thofe that love thy name. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Thirteenth part. 
 
 Holy fear, and tendernefs of confeience. 
 
 Ver. 10. 
 
 1 *\X/*^^ m y wno ^ e neart I' ve fought thy face, 
 
 VV O let me never ftray 
 From thy commands, O God of grace, 
 Nor tread the tinner's way. 
 
 Ver. 11. 
 
 2 Thy word I've plac'd within my heart, 
 
 To keep my confeience clean, 
 And be an everlafting guard 
 From ev'ry rifing fin. 
 
 *33 
 
234 PSAL M S. 
 
 Ver. 63, 53, 158, 
 
 3 I'm a companion of the faints, 
 
 Who fear and love the Lord ; 
 My forrow^s rife, my fpirit faints, 
 When men tranfgrefs thy word. 
 Ver. 161, 163. 
 
 4 While finners do thy gofpel wrong, 
 
 My fpirit ftands in awe ; 
 My foul abhors a lying tongue, 
 But loves thy righteous law. 
 Ver. 16 r, 120. 
 
 5 My heart with facred rev'rence hears 
 
 The threat'nings ct thy word ; 
 My fiefh with holy trembling fears 
 The judgments of the Lord. 
 Ver. 166, 174. 
 
 6 My God, I long, I hope, I wait, 
 
 For thy falvation ftill , 
 While thy whole law is my delight, 
 And I obey thy will. 
 
 PSALM CX1X. Fourteenth part. 
 
 Benefit of ajfliflionS) and fupport under them. 
 
 Ver. 153, 81, 82. 
 I /CONSIDER all my forrows, Lord, 
 \jl And thy deliv'rance fend ; 
 My foul for thy falvation faints, 
 When will my troubles end ? 
 Ver. 71. 
 a Yet I have found 'tis good for me 
 To bear my Father's rod ; 
 Afflictions make me learn thy law, 
 And live upon my God. 
 Ver. 50. 
 
 3 This is the comfort I enjoy, 
 
 When new diftrefs begins, 
 I read thy word, I run thy way, 
 And hate my former fins. 
 Ver. 92. 
 
 4 Had not thy word been my delight 
 
 When earthly joys were fled, 
 My foul, opprefs'd with forrows weight, 
 Had funk amongft the dead. 
 
PSALMS. 335 
 
 Ver. 7 j. 
 
 5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, 
 
 Though they may fcem fevere ; 
 The fharpeft fufPrings I endure 
 Flow from thy faithful care. 
 Ver. 67. 
 
 6 Before I knew thy chaft'ning rod 
 
 My feet were apt to ftray ; 
 But now I learn to keep thy word, 
 Nor wander from thy way. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Fifteenth part. 
 
 Holy refolutions . 
 
 Ver. 93. 
 I f\ THAT thy ftatutes ev'ry hour 
 V>J Might dwell upon my mind ! 
 Thence I derive a quick'ning pow'r, 
 And daily peace I find. 
 
 Ver. 15, 16. 
 a To meditate thy precepts, Lord, 
 Shall be my fweet employ ; 
 My foul fhall ne'er forget thy word, 
 Thy word is all my joy. 
 Ver. 32. 
 3 How would I run in thy commands, 
 If thou my heart difcharge 
 From fin and Satan's hateful chains, 
 And fet my feet at large ? 
 Ver. 13,46. 
 My lips with courage fhall declare 
 
 Thy ftatutes and thy name ; 
 I'll fpeak thy words though kings fhould hear, 
 Nor yield to finful fhame. 
 Ver. 61, 69, 70. 
 
 5 Let bands of perfecutors rife 
 
 To rob me of my right, 
 Let pride and malice forge their lies, 
 Thy law is my delight. 
 Ver. 115. 
 
 6 Depart from me ye wicked race, 
 
 '"Whofe x hands and hearts are ill : 
 I love my God, I love his ways, 
 And mull obey his will. 
 Ua 
 
236 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Sixteenth part, 
 
 A prayer for quickening grace. 
 
 Ver. 25, 37. 
 
 1 TVT Y foul Iies cleavin g to tne du ft ; 
 JLVjl Lord, give me life divine : 
 From vain defires, and ev'ry luft, 
 Turn off thefe eyes of mine. 
 3 I need the influence of thy grace 
 To fpeed me in thy way, 
 Left I fhould loiter in my race, 
 Or turn my feet aftray. 
 
 Ver. 107. • 
 
 3 When fore afflictions prefs me down, 
 
 I need thy quickening pow'rs ; 
 Thy word that I have refted on, 
 Shall help my heavieft hours. 
 
 Ver. 156, 40. 
 
 4 Are not thy mercies fov^reign ftill, 
 
 And thou a faithful God ? 
 
 Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal 
 
 To run the heav'nly road ? 
 
 Ver. 159, 40. 
 
 5 Does not my heart thy precepts love, 
 
 And long to fee thy face ? 
 ■ And yet how flow thy fpirits move 
 Without enliv'ning grace ! 
 
 Ver. 93. 
 
 6 Then fhall I love thy gofpel more, 
 
 And ne'er forget thy word, 
 When I have felt it's quick'ning pow'r 
 To draw me near the Lord. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Seventeenth part. Long Metre. 
 Grace fiining in difficulties and trials. 
 Ver. 143, 28. 
 I TT7HEN pain and anguifh feize me, Lord, 
 VV All my fupport is from thy word : 
 My foul diffolves for heavinefs ; 
 Uphold me with thy ftrength'ning grace. 
 
PSALMS. 137 
 
 Ver. 51, 69, no. 
 S The proud have fram'd their feoffs and lies, 
 
 They watch my feet with envious eyes, 
 
 They tempt my foul to fnares and fin ; 
 
 Yet thy commands I ne'er decline. 
 Ver. 161, 78. 
 3 They hate me, Lord, without a caufe, 
 
 They hate to fee me love thy laws ; 
 
 But I will trull and fear thy name, 
 
 Till pride and malice die with fhame. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Laft part. 
 Sanclifed afflictions ; or, Delight in the ivord of God. 
 
 Ver. 67, 50. 
 
 1 T7ATHER, I hlefs thy gentle hand ; 
 J? How kind was thy chaftifing rod, 
 That fore'd my confeience to a Hand, 
 
 And brought my wandering foul to God ! 
 
 2 Foolifh and vain, I went aftray, 
 
 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 ; 
 •*T£s good to bear my Father's ftroke, 
 That I might learn his ftatutes well. 
 Ver. 72. 
 
 4 The law that iffues from thy mouth 
 
 Shall raife my cheerful paffions more 
 Than all the treasures of the fouth, 
 Or richeft hills of golden ore. 
 Ver. 73- 
 
 5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, 
 
 Thy fpirit form'd my foul within : 
 Teach me to know thy wondrous name, 
 
 And guard me fafe from death and fin. 
 Ver. 74, 
 
 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord 
 
 At my falvation fhall rejoice ; 
 For I have trufted in thy word, 
 
 And made thy grace my only choice. 
 
*38 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM CXX. Common Metre. 
 Complaint of quarrelfome neighbours ; or, A devout tvifi 
 for peace. 
 
 1 npHOU God of love, thou ever-bleft, 
 
 X Pity my fuff'ring flate : 
 When wilt thou fet my foul at reft, 
 From lips that love deceit ? 
 
 2 Hard lot of mine ! My days are caft 
 
 Among the fons of ftrife, 
 
 Whofe never-ceafmg quarrels waftc 
 
 My golden hours of life. 
 
 3 Oh might 1 fly to change my place, 
 
 How would I choofe to dwell 
 
 In fome wide lonefome wildernefs, 
 
 And leave thefe gates of hell\ r 
 
 4 Peace is the blemng that I feek, 
 
 How lovely are its charms ! 
 I am for peace ; but when I fpeak, 
 They all declare for arms. 
 
 5 New paffions ftill their fouls engage, 
 
 And keep their malice ftrong : ' 
 What fhall be done to curb thy rage, 
 O thou devouring tongue ! 
 
 6 Should burning arrows fmite thee thro', 
 
 Stricl juftice would approve; 
 
 But I would rather fpare my foe,' 
 
 And melt his heart with love. 
 
 PSALM CXXI. Long Metre. 
 
 Divine protection. 
 
 1 T T p to the hI1Is l Iift mine e y es > 
 
 JU Th' eternal hills beyond the fides ; 
 Thence all her help my foul derives ; 
 There my almighty refuge lives. 
 1 He lives ; the everlafting God, 
 
 That built the world, that fpread the flood ; 
 The heav'ns, with all their hoft, he made 
 And the dark regions of the dead. 
 
PSALMS. 239 
 
 3 He guides our feet, he guards our way ; 
 His morning fmiles adorn the day : 
 
 He fpreads the ev'ning veil, and keeps 
 The filent hours while Ifrael fleeps, 
 
 4 Ifrael, a name divinely bleffc, 
 May rife fecure, fecurely reft ; 
 Thy holy guardian's wakeful eyes 
 Admit no flumber, nor furprife. 
 
 5 No fun fhall fmite thy head by day, 
 Nor the pale moon with iickly ray 
 Shall blaft thy couch ; no baleful ftar 
 Darts his malignant fire fo far. 
 
 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn 3 
 Still thou fhalt go, and ftill return ; 
 Safe in the Lord ! his heav'nly care 
 Defends thy life from every fnare. 
 
 7 On thee foul fpirits have no power ; 
 And in thy laft departing hour 
 Angels, that trace the airy road, 
 Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. 
 
 PSALM CXXI. Common Metre, 
 
 Prefervailon by day and night* 
 
 I r I 1 heav'en I lift my waiting eyes, i 
 
 „L There all my hopes are laid : 
 The Lord that built the earth and Ikies 
 Is my perpetual aid. 
 
 Z Their ftedfaft feet fhall never fall, 
 Whom he defigns to keep ; 
 His ear attends the fofteft call ; 
 His eyes can never fieep. 
 
 3 He will fuftain our weakeft powers 
 
 With his almighty arm, 
 And watch our moft unguarded hours 
 Againft furprifing harm. 
 
 4 Ifrael rejoice, and reft fecure, 
 
 Thy keeper is the Lord : 
 His wakeful eyes employ his power 
 For thine eternal guard. 
 
a4© PSALMS. 
 
 5 Nor fcorching fun, nor Cckly moon 
 
 Shall have its leave to fmite : 
 
 He fhields thy head from burning noon, 
 
 From blafting damps at night. 
 
 6 He guards thy foul, he keeps thy breath, 
 
 Where thickcft dangers come ; 
 Go and return, fecure from death, 
 Till God commands thee home. 
 
 PSALM CXXI As the i 4 8th Pfulm. 
 
 God our prefewer. 
 I T TPWARD I lift mine eyes, 
 \J From God is all my aid; 
 The God that built the Ikies, 
 
 And earth and nature made : 
 God is the tower 
 To which I fly : 
 His grace is nigh 
 In every hour. 
 
 a My feet fhall never Aide, 
 
 And fall in fatal fnares, 
 
 Since God, my guard and guide, 
 
 Defends me from my fears. 
 
 Thofe wakeful eye* 
 
 That never fleep, 
 
 Shall Ifrael keep, 
 
 When dangers rife. 
 
 3 No burning heats by day, 
 
 Nor biafts of evening air, 
 Shall take my health away, 
 
 If God be with me there : 
 Thou art my fun, 
 And thou my fhade, 
 To guard my head 
 
 By night or noon. 
 
 4 Haft thou not given thy word 
 
 To fave my foul from death ? 
 And I can trult my Lord 
 
 To keep my mortal breath ; 
 I'll go and come, 
 Nor fear to die, 
 Till from on high 
 
 Thou call me home. 
 
PSALMS. 241 
 
 PSALM CXXII. Common Metre. 
 Going to church. 
 I TTOW did my heart rejoice to hear 
 XjL My friends devoutly fay, 
 " In Zion let us all appear, 
 
 " And keep the folemn day." 
 
 % I love the gates, I love the road ; 
 
 The church, adorn'd with grace, 
 Stands like a palace built for God, 
 To fhew his milder face. 
 
 3 Up to her courts, with joy unknown, 
 
 The holy tribes repair ; 
 The fnn of David holds his throne, 
 And fits in judgment there. 
 
 4 He hears our praifes and complaints ^ 
 
 And, while his awful voice 
 Divides the finners from the faints, 
 We tremble and rejoice. 
 
 5 Peace be within this facred place, 
 
 And joy a conftant gueft ! 
 With holy gifts and heav'nly grace 
 Be her attendants bleft ! 
 
 6 My foul fhall pray for Zion ftill, 
 
 While life or breath remains ; 
 There my heft friends, my kindred dwell, 
 There God my Saviour reigns. 
 
 PSALM CXXII. Proper tune. 
 
 Going to church. 
 
 I T TOW pleas'd and blefs'd was I, 
 
 XJL To hear the people cry, 
 ♦* Come, let usfeek our God to-day! 
 
 Yes — with a cheerful zeal 
 
 We hafte to Zion's hill, 
 And there our vows and honors pay. 
 
 3 Zion, thrice happy place, 
 
 Adorn'd with wondrous grace, 
 And walls of ftrength embrace thee round ; 
 
 In thee our tribes appear 
 
 To pray, and praife, and hear 
 The facred gofpel's joyful found. 
 
*4* PSALMS. 
 
 3 There David's greater fon 
 Has hVd his greater throne, 
 
 He fits for grace and judgment there ; 
 
 He bids the faints be glad, 
 
 He makes the finner fad, 
 And humble fouls rejoice with fear. 
 
 4 May peace attend thy gate, 
 And joy within thee wait 
 
 To blefs the foul of every gueft 
 The man that feeks thy peace, 
 And wifhes thine increafe, 
 
 A thoufand bleffings on him reft ! 
 
 5 My tongue repeats her vows, 
 " Peace to this facred houfe!" 
 
 " Forhere my friends and kindred dwell ! 
 " And fince my glorious God 
 " Makes thee his bleft abode, 
 
 " My foul fhall ever love thee well.'" 
 
 Repeat the Ajh Jianza to complete the tune. 
 
 PSALM CXXIII. Common Metre. 
 Pleading "with fubmijjion. 
 I f~\ THOU whofe grace andjuftice reign 
 
 V-/ Enthron'd above the Ikies, 
 „ To thee our hearts would tell their pain, 
 To thee we lift our eyes. 
 
 a As fervants watch their mafter's hand, 
 
 And fear the angry ftroke ; 
 
 Or maids before their miftrefs ftand, 
 
 And wait a peaceful look : 
 
 3 So for our fins, we juftly feel 
 
 Thy difcipline, O God; 
 Yet wait the gracious moment ftill, 
 'Till thou remove the rod. 
 
 4 Thofe that in wealth and pleafure live, 
 
 Our daily groans deride, 
 And thy delays of mercy give 
 Frefh courage to their pride. 
 
 $ Our foes infult up, but or. r "hope 
 In thy ccmr ;ffi.n .ie- ; 
 This thought fhall ar, our fpirits ttp, 
 That God will not defpife. 
 
PSALMS. 243 
 
 PSALM CXXIV. Common Metre. 
 God gives viSiory. 
 I TTAD not the God of truth and love, 
 JL X When hofts againft us rofe, 
 Difplay'd his vengeance from above, 
 And cruftVd the conquering foes. 
 
 2- Their armies like a raging flood, 
 
 Had fvvept the guardlefs land, 
 Deftroy'd on earth his blefs'd abode, 
 And 'whelmed our feeble band. 
 
 3 But fafe beneath his fpreading fliield 
 
 His fons fecurely reft, 
 Defy the dangers of the field, 
 
 And bare the fearlefs breaft. 
 
 4 And now our fouls fliall blefs the Lord, 
 
 Who broke the deadly fnare ; 
 Who fav'd us from the murdering fword, 
 And made our lives his care. 
 
 5 Our help is in Jehovab's name, 
 
 Who form'd the heaVns above ; 
 He that fupports her wondrous frame, 
 Can guard his church by love. 
 
 PSALM CXXV. Common Metre, 
 The faint's trial and fafety. 
 I T TNSHAKEN as the facred hill, 
 vJ And firm, as mountains ftand, 
 Firm, as a rock, the foul fiiall reft 
 That trufts th' almighty hand. 
 
 S Not walls nor hiils coute guard fo well 
 Old Salem's happy ground, 
 As thofe eternal arms of love, 
 That ev'ry faint furround. 
 
 3 While tyrants are a fmarting fcourge, 
 
 To drive them near to God, 
 Divine compaflion will affuage 
 The fury of the rod. 
 
 4 Deal gently, Lord, with fouls fincerc, 
 
 And lead them fafely on 
 To the bright gates of paradife, 
 
 Where Chxift their Lord is gone. 
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244 PSALMS. 
 
 5 But if we trace thofe crooked ways 
 That the old ferpent drew, 
 The wrath that drove him firft to hell 
 Shall finite his foll'wers too. 
 
 PSALM CXXV. Short Metre, 
 The faint' s trial and Jafety ; or, Moderated aJfUB'tohs, 
 I T^IRM and unmov'd are they 
 JL That reft their fouls on God : 
 Firm as the mount where David dwelt, 
 
 Or where the ark abode* 
 1 As mountains ftood to guard 
 
 The city's facred ground i 
 So God and his almighty love 
 
 Embrace his faints around. 
 
 3 What though the Father's rod 
 
 Drop a chaftifing ftroke, 
 Yet, left it wound their fouls too deep, 
 Its fury fhall be broke. 
 
 4 Deal gently, Lord, with thofe 
 
 Whofe faith and pious fear, 
 
 Whofe hope and love, and ev'ry grace. 
 
 Proclaim their hearts fincere. 
 
 5 Nor fhall the tyrant's rage 
 
 Too long opprefs the faint ; 
 The God of Ifrael will fupport 
 His children, left they faint. 
 
 6 But if our flavifh fear 
 
 Will chufe the road to hell, 
 We muft expect our portion there, 
 Where bolder finners dwell. 
 
 PSALM CXXVI. Long Metre. 
 Surprijing deliverahce. 
 1 *\XT HEN God reftor'd our captive ftate, 
 
 V V Joy was our fong, and grace our theme ', 
 The grace beyond our hopes fo great, 
 That joy appear'd a pleafing dream. 
 % The fcoffer owns thy hand, and pays 
 Unwilling honors to thy name'; 
 While we with pleafure lhout thy praife, 
 With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 
 
PSALMS. S4$ 
 
 3 When we review our difmal fears, 
 
 'Twas hard to think they'll vanifh fo ; 
 With God we left our flowing tears, 
 
 He makes our joys like rivers flow. 
 
 4 The man that in his furrow' d field, 
 
 His fcatter'd feed with fadnefs leaves, 
 Will fhout to fee the harveft yield 
 
 A welcome load of joyful {heaves. 
 
 PSALM CXXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 the joy of a remarkable converfion ; or, Melancholy re* 
 moved. 
 
 I "TT7"HEN God reveal'd his gracious name; 
 VV And chang'd my mournful ftate, 
 My rapture feem'd a pleafing dream, 
 The grace appeared fo great. 
 
 % The world beheld the glorious change, 
 And did thy hand confefs ; 
 My tongue broke out in unknown {trains, 
 And fung furprifing grace. 
 
 3 " Great is the work/' my neighbours cry'd, 
 v And own'd the powV divine ; 
 
 " Great is the work," my heart reply'd, 
 " And be the glory thine." 
 
 4 The Lord can clear the darkeft fkies, 
 
 Can give us day for night ; 
 Make drops of facred forrow rife 
 To rivers of delight. 
 
 5 Let thofe that fow in fadnefs wait 
 
 'Till the fair harveft come, 
 They fhall confefs their {heaves are great, 
 And fhout the bleffmgs home. 
 
 6 Though feed lie bury'd long in duft, 
 
 It fha'n't deceive their hope ! 
 The precious grain can ne'er be loft, 
 For grace infures the crop. 
 
*46 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM CXXVII. Long Metre. 
 
 The blejftng of God on the bufmefs and comforts of life. 
 I TF God fucceed not, all the coft 
 
 X And pains to build the houfe are loft ; 
 
 If God the city will not keep, 
 
 The watchful guards as well may fleep. 
 3 What though we rife before the fun, 
 
 And work and toil when day is done, 
 
 Careful and fparing eat our bread, 
 
 To fhun that poverty we dread. 
 
 3 'Tu all in vain, 'till God hath blefs'd ; 
 He can make rich, yet give us reft ; 
 On God, our fov'reign, ftill depends 
 Our joy in children and in friends : 
 
 4 Happy the man to whom he fends 
 Obedient children, faithful friends : 
 How fweet our daily comforts prove 
 When they are feafon'd with his love ! 
 
 PSALM CXXVII. Common Metre. 
 God all in all. 
 I TF God to build the houfe deny, 
 X The builders work in vain ; 
 And towns, without his wakeful eye, 
 An ufelefs watch maintain. 
 Z Before the morning beams arife, 
 Your painful work renew, 
 And till the ftars afcend the fkies 
 Your tirefome toil purfue. 
 3 Short be your fleep, and coarfe your fare ; 
 In vain, 'til God has blefs'd ; 
 But if his fmiles attend your ear, 
 You fhall have food and reft. 
 \ Nor children, relatives, nor friends, 
 Shall real bleffings prove, 
 Nor all the earthly joys he fends, 
 If feat without his love. 
 
PSALMS. 247 
 
 PSALM CXXVIII. Common Metre. 
 Family blejfmgs. 
 I |^v HAPPY man, whofe foul is fill'd 
 V/ With zeal and rev'rend awe ! 
 His lips to God their honors yield, 
 His life adorns the law. 
 
 a A careful providence fhall ftand 
 And ever guard thy head, » 
 Shall on the labours of thy hand 
 Its kindly bleffings fhed. 
 
 3 Thy wife fhall be a fruitful vine ; 
 
 Thy children, round thy board, 
 Each like a plant of honor, fhine, 
 And learn to fear the Lord. 
 
 4 The Lord fhall thy beft hopes fulfil, 
 
 For months and years to come ; 
 The Lord who dwells on Zion's hill 
 Shall fend thee bleffings home. 
 
 5 This is the man whofe happy eyes 
 
 Shall fee his houfe mcreafe, 
 Shall fee the finking church arife, 
 Then leave the world in peace. 
 
 PSALM CXXIX. Common Metre. 
 Perfecntors piifi'Jhed. 
 
 1 "1 " TP from my youth, may Ifrael fay, 
 
 KJ Have I been nurs'd in tears ; 
 
 My griefs were conftant as the day, 
 
 And tedious as the years. 
 
 2 Up from my youth I bore the rage 
 
 Of all the fons of ftrife ; 
 Oft they affail'd my riper age, 
 But God preferv'd my life . 
 
 3 O'er all my frame their cruel dart 
 
 Its painful wounds imprefs'd ; 
 Hourly they vex'd my fainting heart, 
 Nor let my forrows reft. 
 
 4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, 
 
 And, with impartial eye, 
 Meafur'd the mifchiefs they had done, 
 Then let his arrows fly. 
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348 PSALMS. 
 
 5 How was their infolence furpris'd, 
 
 To hear his thunders roll ! 
 And all the foes of Zion feiz'd 
 "With horror to the foul. 
 
 6 Thus fhall the men that hate the faints 
 
 Be blafted from the fky ; 
 Their glory fades, their courage faints, 
 
 And all their profpects die. 
 [7 What though they flourifh tall and fair, 
 
 They have no root beneath ; 
 Their growth fhall perifh in defpair, 
 
 And lie defpis'd in death.] 
 
 [8 So corn that on the houfe-top ftands, 
 No hope of harveft gives ; 
 The reaper ne'er fhall fill his hands, 
 Nor binder fold the fheaves.] 
 
 PSALM CXXX. Common Metre. 
 Pardoning grace. 
 
 1 UT ° f the dee P sof Ion S difhefs. 
 V^J The borders of defpair, 
 
 I fent my cries to feek thy grace, 
 
 My groans to move thine ear. 
 
 2 Great God, fhould thy feverer eye, 
 
 And thine impartial hand, 
 Mark and revenge iniquity, 
 
 No mortal flefh could ftard. 
 
 3 But there are pardons with my God 
 
 For crimes of high degree ; 
 Thy Son has bought them with his blood 
 To draw us near to thee. 
 [4 I wait for thy falvation. Lord, 
 With ftrong defires I wait ; 
 My foul, invited by thy word, 
 Stands watching at thy gate.! 
 [5 Juft as the guards that keep the night 
 Long for the morning ikies, 
 Watch the firfc beams of breaking light, 
 And meet thera with their eyes; 
 
PSALMS. 249 
 
 6 So waits my foul to fee thy grace, 
 
 And more intent than they, 
 
 Meets the firft openings of thy face, 
 
 And finds a brighter day.] 
 
 7 Then in the Lord let Ifrael truft, 
 
 Let Ifrael feek his face ; 
 The Lord is good as well as juft, 
 And plenteous in his grace. 
 
 8 There's full redemption at his throne 
 
 For finners long enflav'd ; 
 The great Redeemer is his fon : 
 And Ifrael fhall be fav'd. 
 PSALM CXXX. Long Metre. 
 Pardoning grace. 
 I T7ROM deep diftrefs and troubled thoughts, 
 JL To thee my God, I rais'd my cries : 
 If thou feverely mark our faults, 
 No flefh can ftand before thine eyes. 
 2, But thou haft built thy throne of grace 
 Free to difpenfe thy pardons there, 
 That finners may approach chy face, 
 And hope, and love, as well as fear. 
 
 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, 
 
 And long and wifh for breaking day — 
 So waits my foul before thy gate ; 
 When will my God his face difplay ! 
 
 4 My truffc is fix'd upon thy word, 
 Nor fhall I truft thy word in vain : 
 Let mourning fouls addrefs the Lord, 
 And find relief from all their pain. 
 
 5 Great is his love, and large his grace, 
 Through the redemption of his Son : 
 He turns our feet from finful ways, 
 And pardons what our hands have done. 
 
 PSALM CXXXI. Common Metre, 
 HumilltM and fubmijfton. 
 S there ambition in my heart ! 
 Search, gracious God, and fee ; 
 Or do I act a haughty part ? 
 Lord, I appeal to thee. 
 
 I 
 
*J° PSALMS. 
 
 2 I charge my thoughts, be humble ftill, 
 
 And all my carriage mild, 
 Content, my Father, with thy will, 
 And peaceful as a child. 
 
 3 The patient foul, the lowly mind, 
 
 Shall have a large reward : 
 Let faints in forrow lie refign'd, 
 And truft a faithful Lord. 
 
 PSALM CXXXII. ver. 5, r 3 ,~i8. Long Metre. 
 
 At the Settlement of a church J or, The ordination of a 
 
 minijler. 
 
 1 "W7* HERE lha11 We S° to feek and fi nd 
 
 > V An habitation for our God, 
 A dwelling for th' eternal mind 
 
 Among the fons of flefh and blood ? 
 
 2 The God of Jacob chofe the hill 
 
 Of Zion for his ancient reft ; 
 And Zion is his dwelling ftill, 
 
 His church is with his prefence blefs'd. 
 
 3 " Here I will fix my gracious throne, 
 
 " And reign forever," faith the Lord : 
 " Here fhall my pow 'r and love be known, 
 " Andbleffings fhall attend my word. 
 
 4 " Here will I meet the hungry poor, 
 
 " And fill their fouls with living bread ; 
 ' Sinners, that wait before my door, 
 
 " With fweet provifions fhall be fed. 
 
 5 " Girded with truth, and cloath'd with grace 
 
 « My priefts, my minifters, fhall fhine : ' 
 • Not Aaron, in his coftly drefs, 
 
 " Appears fo glorious and divine. 
 
 6 « The faints, unable to contain 
 
 « ^u" T heir j. nward Joys, fhall fhout and fing; 
 The Son or David here fhall reign, 
 " And Zion triumph in her King." 
 [7 Jcfus fhall fee a numerous feed 
 
 Born here, t' uphold his glorious name 5 
 His crown fhall flourifh on his head, 
 
 While all his foes are cloath'd with fliamc] 
 
PSALMS. 1S1 
 
 P S A L M CXXXII. ver. 4, 5, 7> 8, 15,-17. 
 
 <N 
 
 Common Metre. 
 A church ejlablijhed. 
 O fleep nor flumber to his eyes 
 
 Good David would afford, 
 'Till he had found below the Ikies 
 A dwelling for the Lord. 
 
 2, The Lord in Zion plac'd his name, 
 His ark was fettled there : 
 And there th' affembled nation came 
 To worihip thrice a year. 
 
 3 We trace no more thofe toilfome ways, 
 
 Nor wander far abroad ; 
 Where'er thy people meet for praife, 
 There is a houfe for God.] 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 4 Arife, O King of grace, ari'fe, 
 
 And enter to thy reft, 
 Lo ! thy church waits with longing eyes, 
 Thus to be own'd and blefs'd. 
 
 5 Enter with all thy glorious train, 
 
 Thy fpirit and thy word ; 
 All that the ark did once contain 
 Could no fuch grace afford. 
 
 6 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, 
 
 Here let thy praife be fpread ; 
 Blefs the provifions of thy houfe, 
 And fill thy poor with bread. 
 
 7 Here let the Son of David reign, 
 
 Let God's anointed fhine 
 Juftice and truth his court maintain, 
 With love and pow'r divine. 
 
 8 Here let him hold a lafting throne ; 
 
 And as his kingdom grows, 
 Frelh honors fhall adorn his crown, 
 And fhame confound his foes. 
 
W- PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIII. Common Metre, 
 Brotherly love. 
 I T O ! what an entertaining fight 
 -Li Thofe friendly brethren prove, 
 Whofe cheerful heart in bands unite 
 Of harmony and love. 
 
 a Where ftreams of blefs from Chrift the fpnng 
 Defcend to ev'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 trickling drops perfum'd his feet, 
 And o'er his garments fpread. 
 
 4 'Tis pleafant as the morning dews 
 
 '1 hat fall on Zion's hill, 
 Where God his mildeft glory fhew?, 
 And makes his grace diflil. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIII. Short Metre. 
 Communion of faints ; or, Love and nvorjhip in a family, 
 ? T>LESS'D are the fons of peace, 
 XJ Whofe hearts and hopes are one, 
 Whofc kind defigns to ferve and pleafe 
 Through all their actions run. 
 % Blefs'd is the pious houfe 
 
 Where zeal and friendlhip meet, 
 Their fnngs of praife, their mingled vows, 
 Make their communion fweet. 
 
 3 Thus., when en Aaron'* head 
 
 They pour'd the rich perfume, 
 The oil through all his raiment fpread, 
 And pleafure fill'd the room. 
 
 4 Thus on the heav'nly hills 
 
 The faints are blefs'd above, 
 Where joy, like morning dew, diftils, 
 And all the air is love. 
 
PSALMS. 453 
 
 PSALM CXXXIII. As the I22d Pfalin. 
 The blejjings of friendjhipi 
 OW pleafant 'tis to fee 
 
 «H 
 
 Kindred and friends agree, 
 Each in his proper ftation move> 
 
 And each fulfil his part 
 
 "With fympathifing heart, 
 In all the cares of life and love* 
 
 7, 'Tis like an ointment fhed 
 
 On Aaron's facred head, 
 Divinely rich, divinely fweet ; 
 
 The oil through all the room 
 Diffused a choice perfume, 
 Ran through his rohes, and blefs'd his feet* 
 
 3 Like fruitful fhowers of rain 
 
 That water all the plain, 
 Defcendingrfrom the neighbouring hills; 
 
 Such ftreams of pleafure roll 
 
 Through every friendly foul, 
 Where love like heav'nly dew diftils. 
 
 Repeat the frjl Jlanza to complete the tunei 
 
 PSALM CXXXIV. Common Metre* 
 
 Daily and nightly devotions. 
 
 i ~\7"E that obey th' immortal king, 
 JL Attend his holy place ; 
 Eow to the glories of his pow'r, 
 And blefs his wondrous grace. 
 
 1 Lift up your hands by morning light, 
 And fend your fouls on high ; 
 Raife your admiring thoughts by night 
 Above the ftarry fky. 
 
 3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts 
 With rays of quickening grace ; 
 The God that fpreads the heav'ns abroad, 
 And rules the fwelling feas* 
 
Ipl 
 
 354 PSALMS, 
 
 PSALM CXXXV. ver. i,_ 4 , 14, 19,-21. Firft part. 
 Long Metre. 
 The church is God's hoi/fe and care. 
 (RAISE ye the Lord, exalt his name, 
 While in his earthly courts ye wait, 
 Ye faints that to his houfe belong, 
 Or {land attending at his gate. 
 4 Praife ye the Lord, the Lord is good ; 
 
 To praife his name is fwcet employ : 
 Ifrael he chofe of old, and ftill 
 
 His church is his peculiar joy. 
 
 3 The Lord himfelf will judge his faints ; 
 
 He treats his fervants as his friends'; 
 And when he hears their fore complaints, 
 Repents the forrows that he fends. 
 
 4 Through ev'ry age the Lord declares 
 
 His name, and breaks th' oppreffor's rod ; 
 He gives his fullering fervants reft, 
 
 And will be known th' Almighty God. 
 
 5 Blefs ye the Lord, who tafte his love, 
 
 People and priefts exalt his name : 
 Amongft his faints he ever dwells ; 
 His church is his Jerufalem. ' 
 
 PSALM CXXXV. ver. 5,-12. Second part. 
 The -works of creation, providence, redemption of Ifrael, and 
 
 defruclion of enemies. 
 I r^i REAT is the Lord, exalted high 
 \J Above all powers and every throne ; 
 Whatever he pleafe in earth and fea, 
 
 Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done, 
 a At his command the vapours rife, 
 
 The light'nings flafli, the thunders roar ; 
 He pours the rain, he brings the wind 
 And tempcfts from his airy {lore. 
 3 'Twas he thofe dreadful tokens fent, 
 
 O Egypt, thro' thy ftubborn land ; 
 When all thy firft-born, beafts and men, 
 Fejl dead by his avenging hand. 
 
PSALMS. 2 55 
 
 4 What mighty nations, mighty kings 
 
 He flew, and their whole country gave 
 To Ifrael, whom his hand redeem'd, 
 
 No more to be proud Pharaoh's flave 1 
 
 5 His power the fame, the fame his grace, 
 
 That faves U8 from the hofts of hell : 
 And heav'n he gives us to poffefs, 
 Whence the apoflate angels fell. 
 
 PSALM CXXXV. Common Metre. 
 
 Praife due to God, not to idols. 
 
 1 A WAKE, ye faints — To praife your King 
 Jr\- Your fweeteft paflions raife ; 
 
 Your pious pleafure, while you ling, 
 Increafing with the praife. 
 
 2 Great is the Lord ; and works unknown 
 
 Are his divine employ : 
 But ftill his faints are near his throne, 
 His treafure and his joy. 
 
 3 Heav'n, earth, and fea confefs his hand : 
 
 He bids the vapours rife ! 
 Light'ning and ftornij at his command, 
 Sweep through the founding fkies. 
 
 4 All power that gods or kings have claim'd 
 
 Is found with him alone ; 
 But heathen gods Ihould ne'er be nam'd 
 Where our Jehovah's known. 
 
 5 Which of the flocks and ftones they truft 
 
 Can give them fliowers of rain ? 
 In vain they worfliip glitt'ring duft, 
 And pray to God in vain. 
 
 [6 Their gods have tongues that fpeechlefs prove* 
 Such as their makers gave : 
 Their feet were never formM to move, 
 Nor hands have power to fave. 
 
 7 Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf, 
 Nor hear when mortals pray ; 
 Mortals, that wait for their relief, 
 Are blind and deaf as they.] 
 
 X 
 
aj6 PSALMS. 
 
 8 Ye nations, know the living God, 
 Serve him with faith and fear ; 
 He makes the churches his abode, 
 And claims your honors there. 
 
 PSALM CXXXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 God's ivonders of creation, providence, redemption of Jfrae 
 and falvaiion of bis people. 
 
 I S~V IVE thanks to God, the fov' reign Lord ; 
 VjT " His mercies ftill endure ;" 
 And be the King of kings adored, 
 " His truth is ever fure." 
 
 1 What wonders hath his wifdom done .' 
 " How mighty is his hand ?" 
 Heav'n, earth, and fea, he framed alone $ 
 " How wide is his command !" 
 
 3 The fun fupplies the day with light ; 
 
 " How bright his counfels mine !" 
 The moon and fiars adorn the night ; 
 " His works are all divine/' 
 
 [4 He flruck the fons- of Egypt dead ; 
 u How dreadful is his rod V 
 And thence, with joy, his people led; 
 " How gracious is our God V 
 
 5 He cleft the dwelling fea in two ; 
 
 " His arm is great in might ;" 
 And gave the tribes a paffage through ; 
 u His pow'r and grace unite/' 
 
 6 But Pharaoh's army there he drown'd; 
 
 " How glorious are his ways •!" 
 And brought his faints through defert ground .' 
 " Eternal be his praiie." 
 
 7 Great monarchs fell beneath his hand ; 
 
 " Victorious is his fword;" 
 
 While Ifrael took the promis'd land ; 
 
 " And faithful is his word."] 
 
 8 He faw the nations dead in fin ; 
 
 "He felt his pity move ;" 
 How fad the ftate the world was in ! 
 " How boundleis was his love ! ,; 
 
P S A L MS. 257 
 
 9 He fent to fave us from our woe ; 
 
 " His goodnefs never fails ;" 
 From death and hell, and ev'ry foe ; 
 " And ftill his gTuce prevails.''' 
 
 10 Give thanks to God, the heav'nly king ; 
 
 " His mercies ftill endure :' ; 
 Let the whole earth his praifes fing ; 
 " His truth is ever fure." 
 
 PSALM CXXXVL As the 148th Pfa!*i. 
 
 I /*~N IVE thanks to God moft high, 
 VT The univerfai Lord ; 
 The fov'reign King of kings : 
 And be his grace ador'd. 
 
 «' His pow'r and grace 
 " Are ftill the 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 heavens alone. 
 
 Thy mercy, Lord, 
 " Shall ftill endure ; 
 " And ever fure 
 
 " Abides thy word." 
 
 3 His wifdom fram'd the fun 
 
 To crown the day with light ; 
 The moon and twinkling ftars 
 To cheer the darkfome night. 
 
 " His pow'r and grace 
 " Are ftill the fame; 
 " And let his name 
 
 " Have endlefs praife." 
 
 [4 He fmote the firft-born fons, 
 
 The fiow'r of Egypt, dead ; 
 And thence his chofen tribes 
 With joy and glory led. 
 " Thy mercy, Lord, 
 " Shall ftill endure ; 
 " And ever fure 
 
 " Abides thy word." 
 
?5 8 PSALMS. 
 
 5 His pow'r and lifted rod 
 
 Cleft the Read fea in two ; 
 And for his people made 
 
 A wondrous paffage through. 
 
 " His pow'r and grace 
 "Are ftill the fame; 
 " And let his name 
 
 " Have endlefs praife." 
 6 But cruel Pharaoh there 
 
 With all his hofts he drown'd ; 
 And brought his Ifrael fafe 
 
 Through a long defert ground. 
 
 " Thy mercy, Lord, 
 " Shall ftill endure ; 
 " And ever fure 
 
 " Abides thy word." 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 The kings of Canaan fell 
 
 Beneath his dreadful hand - y 
 While his own fervants took 
 Poffeflion of their land. 
 
 " His pow'r and grace 
 " Are ftill the fame ; 
 " And let his name 
 
 " Have endlefs praife."} 
 8 He faw the nations lie 
 All perifhing in fin, 
 And pitied the fad ftate 
 
 The ruin'd world was in. 
 
 " Thy mercy, Lord, 
 " Shall ftill eudure ; 
 " And ever fure 
 
 " Abides thy word." 
 9 He fent his only Son 
 
 To fave us from our woe, 
 From Satan, fin, and death, 
 And ev'ry hurtful foe. 
 
 " His pow'r and grace 
 " Are ftill the fame ; 
 " And let his name 
 
 " Have endlefs praife." 
 
PSALM S. 259 
 
 10 Give thanks aloud to God, 
 
 To God the heav'nly king : 
 And let the fp acious earth 
 
 His works and glories fing. 
 
 " Thy mercy, Lord, 
 « Shall frill endure ; 
 " And ever fure 
 
 " Abides thy word." 
 PSALM CXXXVI. Abridged. Long Metre. 
 [ f^\ IVE to our God immortal praife ! 
 \JT Mercy and truth are all his ways : 
 " Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 " Repeat his mercies in your fong." 
 
 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, 
 The King of kings with glory crown ; 
 
 " His mercies fhall endure, 
 
 " When lords and kings are known no more." 
 
 3 Ke built the earth, he fpread the fky, 
 And nVd the ftarry lights on high : 
 
 " Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 " Repeat his mercies in your fong." 
 
 4 He fills the fun with morning light, 
 He bids the moon direct the night ; 
 
 " His mercies ever fhall ensure, 
 
 " When funs and moons fhall fhine no more.*' 
 
 5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, 
 And brought them to the promis'd land ; 
 
 " Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 « Repeat his mercies in your fong," 
 
 6 He law the Gentiles dead in fin, 
 And felt his pity move within: ! 
 
 " His mercies ever fhall endure, 
 
 " When death and fin fhall reign no more.' 
 
 7 He fent his Son with power to fave 
 From guilt, and darknefs, and the grave. 
 
 " Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 " Repeat his mercies in your fong." 
 
 8 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, 
 And leads us to his heav'nly feat : 
 
 " His mercies- ever fhall endure, ' 
 " When this vain world fhall be no more/' 
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260 PSAI^M S. 
 
 PSALM CXXXVII. 
 
 The Babylonian captivity. 
 I A LONG the banks where Babel's current flows, 
 
 «n^ °rl ir Captive bands in dee P defpondence ftray'd. 
 While Zion s fall in fad remembrance rofe, 
 
 Her friends, her children mingled with the dead, 
 a The tunelefs harp that once with joy we ftrumr, 
 
 t T P2?* em P lo y ,d and mirth infpir'd the lay, 
 
 In mournful filence on the willows hung • 
 
 And growing grief prolonged the tedious day. 
 
 3 The barbarous tyrants, to increafe the woe 
 
 With taunting fmiles a fong of Zion claim; 
 Bid facred praife in ftrains melodious flow 
 
 While they blafpheme the great Jehovah's name. 
 
 4 But how in heathen chains and lands unknown, 
 r, u S ™ U i f y ael s fons a fong of Zion raife ? 
 
 U naplefs Salem, God's terreftrial throne 
 
 Thou land of glory, facred mount of praife. 
 
 5 If e'er my memory loofe thy lovely name, 
 
 r If m / n coId heart ne g^ca my kindred race, 
 Let dire deftrudtion feize this guilty frame • 
 
 My hand fhall perifh and my voice fhall ceafe. 
 
 6 Yet fhall the Lord, who hears when Zion calls 
 
 O'ertake her foes with terror and difmay 
 His arm avenge her defolated walls, 
 
 And raife her children to eternal day. 
 PSALM CXXXV1II. 
 R.Jl'.ring and preferring grace. 
 
 1 W^T? aU m} " P° wers of heart and tongue 
 VV l ll F raj fe my Maker in my fone • 
 
 Angels fhall hear the notes I raife, 
 
 Approve the fong ; and join the praife. 
 [2 Angels, that make thy church their care, 
 
 Shall witnefs my devotions there, 
 
 While holy zeal directs my eyes 
 
 To thy fair temple in the Ikies.] 
 3 111 fing thy truth and mercy, Lord, 
 
 I'll fing the wonders of thy word ? 
 
 Not all the works and names below, 
 
 So much thy power and glory fhow. 
 
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 4 To God I cry'd when troubles rofe ; 
 He hear'd me, and fubdu'd my foes ; 
 He did my rifing fears controul, 
 
 And ftrength diffus'd through all my foul. 
 
 5 The God of heav'n maintains his ftate, 
 Frowns on the proud, and fcorns the great ; 
 But from his throne defcends to blefs 
 
 The humble fouls that truit his grace. 
 
 6 Amidft a thoufand fnares I ffcand 
 Upheld and guarded by thy hand ; 
 Thy words my fainting foul revive, 
 And keep my dying faith alive. 
 
 7 Grace will complete what grace begins, 
 To fave from forrows or from fins ; 
 The work that wifdom undertakes, 
 Eternal mercy ne'er for fakes. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIX. Firft part, Long Metre. 
 The all-feeing God. 
 ORD, thou haft fearchM and feen me thro' ; 
 
 L 
 
 Thine eye commands with piercing view 
 My rifing and my refting hours, 
 My heart and flefn with all their powers. 
 
 My thoughts, before they are my own, 
 Are to my God diftinctly known ; 
 He knows the words I mean to fpeak, 
 Ere from n^y op'ning lips they break. 
 
 Within thy circling power I ftand, 
 On every fide I find thy hand ; 
 Awake, afleep, at home, abroad, 
 I am furrounded ftiil with God. 
 
 Amazing knowledge, vaft and great ! 
 What large extent ! what lofty height ! 
 My foul, with all the powers I boaft, 
 Is in the boundlefs profpect loft. 
 
 " Oh may thefe thoughts poffefs my breaft. 
 " Where'er I rove, where'er I reft ; 
 " Nor let my weaker paffions dare 
 ': Confent to fin, for God is there." 
 
*6a PSALMS. 
 
 PAUSE the firft. 
 
 6 Could I fo falfe, fo faithlefs prove, 
 To quit thy fervice and thy love, 
 Where, Lord, could I thy prefence fhun, 
 Or from thy dreadful glory run ! 
 
 7 If up to heav'n I take my flight, 
 
 'Tis there thou dwell'ft enthroned in light ; 
 Or dive to hell — there vengeance reigns, 
 And Satan groans beneath thy chains. 
 
 8 If mounted on a morning ray 
 I fly beyond the weftern fea, 
 
 Thy fwifter hand would firft arrive, 
 And there arreft thy fugitive. 
 
 9 Or mould I try to fhun thy fight 
 Beneath the fpreading veil of night, 
 One glance of thine, one piercing ray 
 Would kindle darknefs into day. 
 
 10 '< Oh may thefe thoughts poffefs my breaft, 
 " Where'er I rove, where'er I reft ! 
 
 " Nor let my weaker paffions dare 
 " Confent to fin, for God is there." 
 
 PAUSE the fecond. 
 
 11 The veil of night is no difguife, 
 
 No fcreen from thy all-fearching eyes ; 
 Thy hand can feize thy foes as foon 
 Thro' midnight lhades as blazing noon. 
 
 12 Midnight and noon in this agree, 
 Great God, they're both alike to thee, 
 Not death can hide what God will fpy, 
 And hell lies naked to his eye. 
 
 13 "Oh may thefe thoughts poffefs my breaft, 
 " Where'er I rove, where'er I reft! 
 
 " Nor let my weaker paffions dare 
 " Confent to fin, for God is there." 
 PSALM CXXXIX. Second part. Long Metre. 
 
 The wonderful formation of man. 
 I 'HP WAS from thy hand, my God, I came, 
 X A work of f Q ch a curious frame ; 
 In me thy fearful wonders fhine, 
 And each proclaims thy (kill divine. 
 
PSALMS. 26$ 
 
 4 Thine eyes did all my limbs furvey, 
 Which yet in dark confufion lay : 
 Thou faw'ft the daily growth they took, 
 Form'd by the model of thy book. 
 
 3 By thee my growing parts were nam'd, 
 And what thy fov'reign counfels fram'd, 
 The breathing lungs, the beating heart, 
 Was copied with unerring art. 
 
 4 At laft, to fhew my Maker's name, 
 God ftamp'd his image on my frame, 
 And in fome unknown moment,, join' d 
 The fmifh'd members of the mind. 
 
 3 There the young feeds of thought began, 
 And all the paflions of the man, 
 Great God, our infant nature pays 
 Immortal tribute to thy praife. 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 Lord, fince in my advancing age, 
 I've a6ted on life's bufy ftage, 
 
 Thy thoughts of love to me furmount 
 The power of numbers to recount. 
 
 7 I couid furvey the ocean o'er, 
 
 And count each fand that makes the fhore, 
 
 Before my fwifteft thoughts could trace 
 
 The numerous wonders of thy grace. 
 -2 Thefe on my heart are ftill impreft, 
 
 With thefe I give my eyes to reft ; 
 
 And at my waking hour I find 
 
 God and his love poffefs, my mind. 
 PSALM CXXXIX. Third part. Long Metre. 
 Sincerity prof efed, and grace tried ; or, "The heart-fearch- 
 ing God. 
 
 1 "|\/f Y God, what inward grief I feel, 
 lVJL When impious men tranfgrefs thy will ! 
 1 mourn to hear their lips profane 
 
 Take thy tremendous name in vain. 
 
 2 Does not my foul deteft and hate 
 The fons of malice and deceit ? 
 Thofe that oppofe thy laws, and thee, 
 I count for enemies to me. 
 
26 4 PSALMS. 
 
 3 Lord, fearch my foul, try every thought— 
 1 hough my own heart accufe me not 
 
 Of walking in a falfe difguife, 
 I beg the trial of thine eyes. 
 
 4 Doth fecret mifchief lurk within ? 
 Do I indulge fome unknown fin ? 
 Oh ! turn my feet whene'er I ftray, 
 And lead me in thy perfect way. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIX. Firftpart. Common Metre. 
 
 ■God is every ivhere. 
 l TN all my vail concerns with thee, 
 A In vain my foul would try 
 To fhun thy prefence, Lord, or flee 
 The notice of thine eye. 
 a Thy all-furrounding fight furveys 
 My rifing and my reft, 
 My public walks, my private ways, 
 And fecrets of my breaft. 
 
 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 Oh ! wondrous knowledge ! deep and high ! 
 
 Where can a creature hide ? 
 Within thy circling arms I lie, 
 IncWd on every fide. 
 
 5 So let thy grace furround me ftill, 
 
 And like a bulwark prove, 
 To guard my foul from every ill, 
 Secur'd by fov'reign love. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 Lord, where fhall 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. 
 
PSALMS. *(>$ 
 
 8 If, wing'd with beams of morning light, 
 
 I fly beyond the weft, 
 Thy hand, which mull fupport my flight, 
 Would foon betray my reft. 
 
 9 If o'er my fins I think to draw 
 
 The curtains of the night, 
 The flaming eyes that guard thy law 
 Would turn the fhades to light. 
 
 f o The beams of noon, the midnight hour 
 Are both alike to thee : — 
 Oh ! may I ne'er provoke that power 
 From which I cannot flee. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIX. Second part. Common Metre, 
 
 The ivifdom of God in the formation of man. 
 
 I TTTHEN I, with pleafing wonder, ftand, 
 VV And all my frame furvey, 
 Lord! 'tis thy work — I own, thy hand 
 Thus built my humble clay. 
 
 % Thy hand my heart and reins poffefs'd, 
 Where unborn nature grew ; 
 Thy wifdom all my features trac'd, 
 And all my members drew. 
 
 3 Thine eye with niceft care furvey T d 
 
 The growth of every part ; 
 Till the whole icheme, thy thoughts had laid. 
 Was copy'd by thy art. 
 
 4 Heav'n, earth and fea, and fire and wind 
 
 Shew me thy wondrous fkill ; 
 But I review myfelf, and find 
 Diviner wonders ftill. 
 
 5 Thy awful glories round me fhine, 
 
 My fiefh proclaims thy praife r 
 Lord, to thy works of nature join: 
 Thy miracles of grace. 
 
266 PSALM S. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIX. ver. 14,17,18. Third part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The mercies of God innumerable. 
 
 An evening Pfalm. 
 I T ORD, when I count thy mercies o'er, 
 JLj They ftrike me with furprife ; 
 Not all the fands that fpread the fhore, 
 To equal numbers rife. 
 
 1 My flefh with fear and wonder Hands, 
 The produ<ft of thy fcill ; 
 And hourly bleffings from thy hands 
 Thy thoughts of love reveal. 
 3 Thefe on my heart by night I keep ; 
 How kind, how dear to me ! 
 Oh ! may the hour that ends my fleep 
 Still find my thoughts with thee. 
 
 PSALM CXL. Common Metre. 
 
 I TJROTECT us, Lord, from fatal harm ! 
 JL Behold our rifing woes ; 
 We truft alone thy powerful arm, 
 To fcatter al] our foes. 
 
 % Their tongue is like a poifoned dart, 
 ' Their thoughts are full of guile, 
 While rage and carnage fwell their heart. 
 They wear a peaceful fmile. 
 
 5 O God of grace, thy guardian care, 
 When foes without invade, 
 Or fpread within a deeper fnare, 
 Supplies our conftant aid. 
 
 \ Let falfehood flee before thy face, 
 Thy heav'nly truth extend, 
 All nations taile thy heav'nly grace, 
 And all delufion end. 
 
 With daily bread the poor fupply ; 
 
 The caufe of juftice plead, 
 And be thy church exalted high, 
 
 With Chrift the glorious he id. 
 
PSALMS. 267 
 
 PSALM CXLI. ver. 2,-5. Long Metre. 
 Watchfulnejs and brotherly love. 
 
 A morning or evening pfalm. 
 Y God, accept my early vows, 
 
 1 M 
 
 Like morning incenfe in thine houfe, 
 And let my nightly worfhip rife 
 Sweet as the ev'ning fac'rifice. 
 
 % Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, 
 From every rdh and heedlefs word ; 
 Nor let my feet incline to tread 
 The guilty path where finners lead; 
 
 3 Oh may the righteous, when I ftray, 
 
 ' Smite and reprove my wandering way ! 
 Their gentle words, like ointment fhed, 
 Shall never hruife, but cheer my head. 
 
 4 When I behold them prefs'd 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 CXLIf. Common Metre. 
 
 God is iht hope of the helplefs. 
 
 1 r T~ , God I made my forrows known, 
 A From God I fought relief; 
 In long complaints before his throne 
 I pour'd out all my grief. 
 
 % My foul was overwhelmed with woes, 
 My heart began to break ; 
 My God, who all my burdens knows, 
 Beholds the way I take. 
 
 3 On every fide I call my eye, 
 
 And found my helpers gone, 
 While friends and icrarjgers pafs'd me by 
 Negleded or unknown. 
 
 4 Then did I raife a louder cry, 
 
 And callM thy mercy near, 
 " Thou art my portion when I die, 
 " Be thcumy refuge here." 
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*68 p s A L M S. 
 
 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, 
 
 Now let thine ear attend, 
 And make my foes, who vex me, know 
 I've an almighty friend. 
 
 6 From my fad prifon fet me free, 
 
 Then fhall I praife thy name, 
 And holy men mall join with me, 
 Thy kindnefs to proclaim. 
 
 PSALM CXLIII. Long Metre. 
 Complaint of heavy ajflifiions in mind and body. 
 
 1 T\/T Y ri g nteous Judge, my gracious God, 
 LVJL Hear, when I fpread my hands abroady 
 And cry for fuccour from thy throne-*- 
 Oh ! make thy truth and mercy known. 
 
 % Let judgment not againft mc pafs ; 
 Behold thy fervant pleads thy grace — 
 Should juftke call us to thy bar, 
 No man alive is guiltlefs there. 
 
 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and fee 
 The mighty woes that burthen me : 
 My wafting life draws near the grave ; 
 Make bare thine arm — thy fervant fave. 
 
 4 I dwell in darknefs and unfeen — 
 My heart is defolate within ; 
 
 My thoughts in mufing filence trace 
 The antient wonders of thy grace. 
 
 5 Thence I derive a glimpfe of hope 
 To bear my finking fpirits up ; 
 
 I ftretch my hands to God again, 
 And thirft like parched lands for rain. 
 
 6 For thee I thirft, I pray, I mourn — 
 When will thy fmiiing face return ? 
 Shall all my joys on earth remove, 
 And God forever hide his love ? 
 
 7 My God, thy long delay to fave, 
 Will fink thy prisoner to the grave : 
 
 My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye ; 
 Make hafte to help before I die ; 
 
PSALMS. 369 
 
 8 The night is witnefs to my tears, 
 Diftrefiing pains, diftratfting fears; 
 Oh ! might I hear thy morning voice, 
 How would my wearied powers rejoice ! 
 
 9 In thee I truft, to thee I figh, 
 And lift my weary foul on high ; 
 For thee fit waiting all the day, 
 And wear the tirefome hours away. 
 
 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and fhow 
 The path in which my feet fhould go : 
 If fnares and foes befet the road, 
 I flee to hide me near my God, 
 
 J I Teaeh me to do thy holy will, 
 And lead me to thy heav'nly hill ; 
 Let the good fpirit of thy love 
 Conduct me to thy courts above. 
 
 1 2 Then fhall my foul no more complain, 
 The tempter then fhall rage in vain ; 
 And flefh, and fin, my foes before, 
 Shall never vex my fpirit more. 
 
 PSALM CXLIV. ver. 1, %. Firft part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 AJJipance and viftory in the fpiritual ■•warfare. 
 
 I TpOREVER bleffed be the Lord, 
 Jl My Saviour and my fhield ! 
 He fends his fpirit with his word, 
 To arm me for the field. 
 
 a When fin and hell their force unite, 
 He makes my foul his care, 
 Inflrucf-s me in the heav'nly fight, 
 And guards me thro' the war, 
 
 3 A friend and helper fo divine, 
 
 My fainting hope fhall raife ; 
 He makes the glorious vicVry mine, 
 And his fhall be the praife. 
 
*7o PSALM S. 
 
 PSALM CXLIV. ver. 3, 4, 5 , 6. Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 The vanity of man, and the condefcention of God. 
 I T ORD, what is man, poor feeble man, 
 JLj Born of the earth at firft ? 
 His life a fhadow, light and vain, 
 Still halting to the dull. 
 1 O what is feeble dying man, 
 Or all his finful race, 
 That God fhould make it his concern 
 To vifit him with grace ! 
 
 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down, 
 Who fhakes the world above, 
 What terrors wait his awful frown, 
 How wondrous is his love ! 
 
 PSALM CXLIV. ver. 12,-15. Third part- 
 Common Metre. 
 Grace above riches ; or, The happy nation. 
 * TTAPPY the city, where their fops, 
 J. JL Like pillars round a palace fet, 
 And daughters, bright as polifh'd ftones, 
 Give ftrength and beauty to the Hate. 
 1 Happy the land in culture dreft, 
 
 Whofe flocks and corn have large increafe ; 
 Where men fecurely work or reft, 
 
 Nor fons of plunder break their peace. 
 3 Happy the nation thus endow'd, 
 
 But more divinely Melt are thofe 
 On whom the all-fume ient God 
 
 Himfelf, with all his grace, beftows, 
 
 PSALM CXLV. Long Metre. 
 The gre.it/nfs of God. 
 
 } 1\/T Y God '. my Kins ' thy various p raife 
 
 -LVX Shall fill the remnant of my days : 
 Thy grace employ my humble tongue, 
 'Till death and glory raife the fong. 
 1 The wings of ev'ry hour fhall bear 
 Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; 
 And ev'ry fetting fun fhall fee 
 New works of duty done for thee. 
 
PSALMS. iji 
 
 3 Thy truth and juftice I'll proclaim; 
 Thy bounty flows, an endlefs ftream ; 
 Thy mercy fwift, thine anger flow, 
 But dreadful to the ftuborn foe. 
 
 4 Thy works with fovVeign glory fliine. 
 And fpeak thy majefty divine ; 
 
 Let ev'ry realm with joy proclaim 
 The found and honor of thy name. 
 
 5 Let diftant times and nations raife 
 The long iucceflion of thy praife : 
 And unborn ages make my fong 
 The joy and triumph of their to'ngue. 
 
 6 But who can fpeak thy wondrous deeds ? 
 Thy greatnefs all our thoughts exceeds : 
 Vail and unfearchable thy ways, 
 Vaft and immortal be thy praife. 
 
 P S A L M CXLV. ver. 1,-7, 11,-13. Firft part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The greatnefs of God. 
 
 1 T ONG as I live I'll blefs thy name, 
 JLj My King, my God of love ; 
 My work and joy ihall be the fame 
 In the bright world above. 
 
 a Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown, 
 And let his praife be great : 
 I'll ling the honors of his throne, 
 Thy works of grace repeat. 
 
 3 Thy grace fhall dwell upon my tongue ; 
 
 And, while my lips rejoice, 
 The men that hear my facred fong 
 Shall join their cheerful voice. 
 
 4 Fathers to fons fhall teach thy name, 
 
 And children learn thy w r ays ; 
 Ages to come thy truth proclaim, 
 And nations found thy praife. 
 
 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date 
 
 Shall through the world be known ; 
 Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly ftate, 
 With publie fplendor fhown. 
 Ya 
 
*7* PSALMS. 
 
 6 The world is manag'd by thy hand, 
 Thy faints are rul'd by love ; 
 And thine eternal kingdom {lands, 
 Though rocks and hills remove. 
 
 PSALM CXLV. ver. 7, & e . Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The goodnefs of God. 
 
 I QWEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, 
 O My God, my heav'nly King : 
 Let age to age thy righteoufnefs 
 In founds of glory fing. 
 
 a God reigns on high, but ne'er confines 
 His goodnefs to the ikies ; 
 Through the whole earth his bounty fnines. 
 And ev'ry want fupplies. 
 
 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait 
 
 On thee for daily food, 
 Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, 
 And fills their mouths with good. 
 
 4 How kind are thy compaffions, Lord f 
 
 How flow thine anger moves ! 
 But foon he fends his pard'ning word 
 To cheer the fouls he loves. 
 
 5 Creatures, with all their endlefs race, 
 
 Thy pow'r and praife proclaim ; 
 But faints, that tafte thy richer grace, 
 Delight to blefs thy name. 
 
 PSALM CXLV. ver. 14, 17, fcrV. Third patt. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Mercy to f offerers ; or, God hearing prayer. 
 I T ET ev'ry tongue thy goodnefs fpeak, 
 -Li Thou fov'reign Lord of all ; 
 Thy ftrength'ning hands uphold the weak, 
 And raife the poor that fall. 
 
 a "When forrow bows the fpirit down, 
 Or virtue lies diftrefs'd 
 Beneath fome proud oppreffcr's frown, 
 Thou giv'ft the mourner's reft. 
 
PSALMS. S7i 
 
 3 The Lord fupports our finking days, 
 
 And guides our giddy youth : 
 Holy and juft are all his ways, 
 And all his words are truth. 
 
 4 He knows the pain his fervants feel ; 
 
 He hears his children cry, 
 And their beft wifh.es to fulfil 
 His grace is ever nigh. 
 
 5 His mercy never fhall remove 
 
 From men of heart fincere ; 
 He faves the fouls whofe humble love 
 Is join'd with holy fear. 
 [6 His ftubborn foes his fword fhall flay, 
 And pierce their hearts with pain ; 
 But none that ferve the Lord fhall fay, 
 " They fought his aid in vain."] 
 
 [7 My lips fhall dwell upon his praife, 
 And fpread his fame abroad; 
 Let all the fons of Adam raife- 
 The honors of their God.] 
 
 PSALM CXLVI. Long Metre. 
 Praife to God for his goodnefs and truth, 
 
 1 T>RAISE ye the Lord, my heart fhall join 
 X In work fo pleafant, fo divine ; 
 
 Now while the flefh is mine abode, 
 And when my foul afcends to God. 
 
 2 Praife fhall employ my nobleft pow'rs, 
 While immortality endures ; 
 
 My days of praife fhall ne'er be paft, 
 While life, and thought, and being, laft. 
 
 3 Why fhould I make a man my truft ? 
 Princes muft die and turn to duft ; 
 
 Their breath departs, their pomp and power. 
 And thoughts, all vanifh in an hour. 
 
 4 Happy the man, whofe hopes rely 
 On Ifrael's God : He made the fky, 
 And earth, and feas, with all their train ; 
 And none fhall find his promife vain. 
 
374 PSALM S. 
 
 5 His truth forever ftands fecure ; 
 
 He faves th' opprefs'd, he feeds the poor ; 
 • He fends the lab'ring confcience peace : 
 And grants the pris'ner fweet releafe. 
 
 6 The Lord to fight reftores the blind ; 
 The Lord fupports the finking mind ;' 
 He helps the fcranger in diftrcfs, 
 The widow and the fatherlefs. 
 
 7 He loves the faints, he knows them well, 
 But turns the wicked down to hell ; 
 Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; 
 
 Praife him in everlafting ftrains. 
 
 PSALM CXLVII. As the u 3 th Pfalm. 
 Praife to God for his gooduefs and truth. 
 
 1 T'LL praife my Maker with my breath ; 
 1 And when my voice is loft in death, 
 
 Praife fhall employ my nobler powers : 
 My days of praife fhall ne'er be paft, 
 While life, and thought, and being, laft, 
 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
 2 Why fliould I make a man my truft ? 
 Frinces muft die and turn to duft ; 
 
 _ Vain is the help of fltfh and blood ; 
 Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r, 
 And thoughts all vanifh in an hour ; 
 
 Nor can they make their promife good. 
 
 3 Happy the man whofe hopes rely 
 On Ifrael's God : He made the fky, 
 
 And earth, and feas, with all their train : 
 His truth forever ftands fecure ; 
 He faves th' opprefs'd, he feed's the poor, 
 
 And none fhall find his promife vain. 
 
 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ; 
 The Lord fupports the finking mind ; 
 
 He fends the lab'ring confcience peace : 
 He helps the ftranger in diftrefs, 
 The widow and the fatherlefs, 
 
 And grants the pris'ner fweet releafe. 
 
PSALMS. 27J 
 
 5 He loves his faints, he knows them well, 
 But turns the wicked down to hell ; 
 
 Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns; 
 Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age, 
 In this exalted work engage ; 
 
 Praife him in everlafting ftrains. 
 
 9 I'll praife him while he lends me breath ; 
 And when my voice is loft in death, 
 
 Praife fhall employ my nobler powers : 
 My days of praife fhall ne'er be paft, 
 While life, and thought, and being laft, 
 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
 P S A L M CXLVII. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 The divine nature, providence, and grace. 
 
 1 X) RAISE ye the Lord : 'tis good to raife 
 JL Our hearts and voices in his praife : 
 His nature and his works invite 
 
 To make this duty our delight. 
 
 2 The Lord builds up Jerufalem, 
 And gathers nations to his name : 
 His mercy melts the ftubborn foul, 
 And makes the broken fpirit whole. 
 
 3 He form'd the ftars, thofe heav'nly flames, 
 He counts their numbers, calls their names : 
 His fov' reign wifdom knows no bound, 
 
 A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd. 
 
 a Great is our Lord, and great his might 
 And all his glories infinite ; 
 He crowns the meek, rewards the juft, 
 And treads the wicked to the duft. 
 PAUSE. 
 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, 
 
 Who fprsads his clouds around the fky ; 
 There he prepares the fruitful rain, 
 Nor lets the drops defcend in vain. 
 j& He makes the grafs the hills adorn, 
 
 And clothes the fmiling field with corn | 
 The beafts with food his hands fupply, 
 And feeds the ravens when they cry. 
 
a 7°" PSALMS. 
 
 7 What is the creature's fkill or force, 
 The vig'rous man, the warlike horfe, 
 The fprightly wit, the active Lmb ! 
 All are too mean delights for him. 
 
 8 But faints are lovely in his fight ; 
 He views his children with delight ; 
 He fees their hope, he knows their fear, 
 And finds and loves his image there. 
 
 PSALM CXLVII. Second part. Long Metre. 
 
 Summer and -winter. 
 I T ET Zion praife the mighty God, 
 
 -L< And make his honors known abroad; 
 
 For fweet the joy our fongs to raife, 
 
 And glorious is the work of praife. 
 a Our children live fecure and blefs'd ; 
 
 Our fhores have peace, our cities reft ; 
 
 He feeds our fons with fineft wheat, 
 
 And adds his bleffings to their meat.' 
 
 3 The changing feafons he ordains, 
 The early and the latter rains ; 
 
 His flakes of fnow like wool he fends, 
 And thus the fpringing corn defends. 
 
 4 With hoary froft he ftrews the ground ; 
 His hail defcends with dreadful found : 
 His icy bands the rivers hold, 
 
 And terror arms his wintry cold. 
 
 5 He bids the warmer breezes blow ; 
 The ice diffolves, the waters flow : 
 But he hath nobler works and ways 
 To call his people to his praife. 
 
 6 Thro' all our States his laws are fhown ; 
 His gofpel through the nation known ; 
 He hath not thus reve#d his word 
 
 To ev'ry land : Praife ye the Lord. 
 
 PSALM CXLVII. ver. 7.-9, t 3,_i 8. Common Metre. 
 
 The feafons cf the year. 
 1 \/^T ITH fon g s and honors founding loud 
 V V Addrefs the Lord on high ; 
 Over the heav'ns he fpreads hit clouds 
 And waters veil the fky. 
 
'PSALMS. 2-jf 
 
 1 He fends his fhow'rs of bleffing down 
 To cheer the plains below ; 
 He makes the grafs the 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 wheat, 
 Should raife his honors high. 
 
 4 His Heady counfels change the face 
 
 Of the declining year ; 
 He bids the fun cut fhort his race, 
 And wint'ry days appear. 
 
 5 His hoary froft, his fleecy fnow, 
 
 Defcend and clothe the ground ; 
 The liquid ftreams forbear to flow, 
 In icy fetters bound. 
 
 6 When, from his dreadful Acres on high* 
 
 He pours the founding 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 blew, 
 And bids the fpring return.- 
 
 8 The changing wind, the flying eloud, 
 
 Obey his mighty word : 
 With fongs and honors founding loud, 
 Praife ye the fov'reign Lord. 
 
 PSALM CXLVIII. Proper Metre. 
 
 Praife to God from all creatures. 
 
 I "^^E tribes of Adam, ja|h 
 
 X With heav'n, and earth, and feas> 
 And offer notes divine 
 
 To your Creator's praife. 
 Ye holy throng 
 Of angels bright 
 In worlds of light 
 Begin the fong. 
 
278 PSALM s: 
 
 2 Thou fun, with dazzling rays, 
 
 And moon, that rules the night, 
 Shine to your Maker's praife, 
 
 With ftars of twinkling light*- 
 His pow'r declare, 
 Ye floods on high, 
 And clouds that fly 
 In empty air. 
 
 3 The {hining worlds above 
 
 In glorious order ftand, 
 Or in fwift courfes move 
 
 By his fupreme command. 
 He fpake the word, 
 And all their frame 
 From nothing came, 
 
 To praife the Lord. 
 
 4 He mov'd their mighty wheels 
 
 In unknown ages paft, 
 And each his word fulfils 
 
 While time and nature laft. 
 In different ways 
 His works proclaim 
 His wondrous name, 
 
 And fpeak his praife. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 j Let all the earth-born race, 
 
 And monfters of the deep,. 
 The fifh that cleave the feas, 
 Or in their bofom fleep, 
 
 From fea and more. 
 Their tribute pay, 
 And ftill difplay 
 
 Thj« Maker's pow'r. 
 
 4 Ye vapors, ha^and fnow, 
 
 Praife ye th' almighty Lord ; 
 Ancl ftormy winds that blow 
 To execute his word. 
 
 When lightnings fhine, 
 Or thunders roar, 
 Let earth adore 
 
 His hand divine. 
 
PSALMS. 279 
 
 7 Ye mountains near the fkies, 
 
 With lofty cedars there, 
 And trees of humbler fize, 
 
 That fruit in plenty bear ; 
 
 Beafts, wild and tame, 
 Birds, flies, and worms, 
 In various forms, 
 Exalt his name. 
 
 8 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 ftate 
 Make you forget 
 
 His pow'r fupreme. 
 
 9 Virgins and youths, engage 
 
 To found his praife divine, 
 While infancy and age 
 
 Their feeble voices join. 
 Wide as he reigns 
 His name be fung 
 By ev'ry tongue 
 
 In endlefs {trains. 
 
 10 Let all the nations fear 
 
 The God that rules above ; 
 He brings his people near, 
 
 And makes them tafte his love ; 
 While earth and fky 
 Attempt his praife, 
 His faints fhall raife 
 His honors high. 
 
 PSALM CXLVIII. Paraphrafed. Long Metre. 
 
 Univerfal praife to God. 
 I T OUD hallelujahs to thS.ord, 
 
 -Li From diftant worlds where creatures dwell ; 
 Let heav'n begin the fcleinn word, 
 
 And found it dreadful down to hell. 
 Note, This Pfalm may be fung to the tune of the old 
 Jl2th orizyth Pfalm i if thefc fWQ lines be aided to every 
 flanza J viz, 
 
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 " Each of his works his name difplays, 
 " But they can ne'er complete the praife." 
 
 Otberivife it mujl be fung to the nfual tunes of tht Lonj 
 
 Metre. . 
 a The Lord ! how abfolute he reigns ! 
 Let ev'ry angel bend the knee : 
 Sing of his love in heav'nly {trains, 
 
 And fpeak how fierce his terrors be. 
 
 3 High on a throne his glories dwell, 
 
 An awful throne of mining blifs : 
 Fly through the world, O fun, and tell 
 
 How dark thy beams compar'd to his. 
 
 4 Awake, ye tempefts, and his fame 
 
 In founds of dreadful praife declare ; 
 Let the fweet 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 ; 
 Let the firm earth, and rolling fea 
 In this eternal fong confpire. 
 
 6 Ye fiow'ry plains, proclaim his fkill ; 
 
 Ye vallies, fink before his eye : 
 And let his praife from ev'ry hill 
 - Rife tuneful to the neighboring fky. 
 
 7 Ye ftubborn oaks, and {lately pines, 
 
 Bend your high branches and adore : 
 Praife him, ye beafts, in different ftrains : 
 The lamb muft bleat, the lion roar. 
 
 % Ye birds, his praile muft be your theme, 
 
 Who form'd to fong your tuneful voice i 
 While the dumb fifh that cut the ftream 
 In his protecting care rejoice. 
 
 9 Mortals, can youifefrain your tongue, 
 When nature all around you fings ? 
 O ! for a fhout from old and young, 
 
 From humble fwains, and lofty kings. 
 
 to Wide as his vaft dominion lies, 
 
 Make the Creator's name be known ; 
 Loud as his thunder fhout his praife, 
 And found it lofty at his throne. 
 
 
PSALMS. *8i 
 
 II Jehovah ! 'tis a glorious word ! 
 
 O may it dwell on every tongue ! 
 But faints, who belt have known the Lord, 
 Are bound to raife the nobleft foftg. 
 
 JZ Speak of the wonders of that love 
 
 Which Gabriel plays on ev'ry chord ; 
 From all below and all above, 
 Sing hallelujahs to the Lord. 
 
 PSALM CXLV1IT. Short Metre, 
 
 Univerfal p raife* 
 
 I T ET ev'ry creature join 
 
 X^t To praife th' eternal God ; 
 Ye heav'nly hofts, the fong begin, 
 And found his name abroad. 
 
 a Thou fun with golden beams, 
 
 And moon with paler rays, 
 Ye ftarry lights, ye twinkling flames, 
 Shine to your Maker's praiie. 
 
 3 He built thofe worlds above, 
 
 And fix'd their wondrcus frame ; 
 By his command they ftand or move, 
 And ever fpeak his name. 
 
 4 Ye vapors when ye rife, 
 
 Or fall in fhow'rs or fnow, 
 Ye thunders murm'ring round the Ikies, 
 His pow'r and glory fhow. 
 
 5 Wind, hail, and flaming fire, 
 
 Agree to praife the Lord, 
 When ye in dreadful ftorms confpire 
 To execute his word. 
 
 $ By all his works above 
 
 His honors be exprefsM, 
 But faints, that tafte his faving love, 
 Should fing his praifes bell. 
 
 PAUSE the firft. 
 7 Let earth and ocean know 
 
 • They owe their Maker praife ; 
 Praife him, ye wat'ry worlds below, 
 And monflers of the feas. 
 
» 8 * PSALMS, 
 
 8 From mountains near the Iky 
 
 Let his high praife refound — 
 
 From humble fhrubs, and cedars high, 
 
 And vaks and fields around. 
 
 9 Ye lions of the wood, 
 
 And tamer beafts that graze, 
 Ye live upon his daily food, 
 
 And he expedls your praife. 
 
 10 Ye birds of lofty wing, 
 
 On high his praifes bear ; 
 Of fit on flowery boughs, and ftng 
 Your Maker's glory there. 
 
 11 Ye reptile myriads, join 
 
 T' exalt his glorious name, 
 And flies, in beauteous forms that fliine, 
 His wondrous flcill proclaim. 
 I a By all the earth-born race, 
 His honors be exprefs'd ; 
 But faints, that know his heav'nly grace 5 
 Should learn to praife him beft. 
 
 PAUSE the fecond. 
 
 13 Monarchs of wide command, 
 
 Praife ye th' eternal king — 
 Judges adore that fov'reign hand, 
 Whence all your honors fpring. 
 
 14 Let vigorous youth engage 
 
 To found his praifes high ; 
 While growing babes and withering age 
 Their feebler voices try. 
 
 15 United zeal be mown 
 
 His wondrous fame to raife ; 
 God is the Lord ; his name alone 
 Defer ves our endlefs praife. 
 
 16 Let nature join with art, 
 
 And all pronounce him bleft, 
 But faints, that dwell fo near his heart, 
 Should fing his praifes beft. 
 
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PSALMS. 383 
 
 PSALM CXLIX. Common Metre. 
 
 fraife God, all his faints ; or, The faints judging the ivorld. 
 
 I \ LL ye that love the Lord, rejoice, 
 S\. And let your fongs he new ; 
 Amidft the church with cheerful voice 
 His later wonders fhew. 
 
 % The Jews, the people of his grace, 
 Shall their Redeemer fing ; 
 And Gentile nations join the praife, 
 While Zion owns her king. 
 
 3 The Lord takes pleafure in the juft, 
 
 Whom finners treat with fcorn : 
 The meek that lie defpis'd in duft, 
 Salvation fhall adorn. 
 
 4 Saints mould he joyful in their king, 
 
 E'en on a dying bed : 
 And like the fouls in glory fing, 
 For God fhall raife the dead. 
 
 5 Then his high praife fhall fill their tongues, 
 
 Their hand fhall wield the fword : 
 And vengeance fhall attend their fongs, 
 The vengeance of the Lord. 
 
 6 When Chrift his judgment-feat afcends, 
 
 And bids the world appear, 
 Thrones are prepar'd for all his friends, 
 Who humbly lov'd him here. 
 
 7 Then fhall they rule with iron rod, 
 
 Nations that dar'd rebel : 
 
 And join the fentence of their God, 
 
 On tyrants doomed to hell. 
 
 3 The royal finners, bound in chains, 
 New triumph fhall afford : 
 Such honor for the faints remains : 
 Praife ye, and love the Lord, 
 
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284 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM CL. ver. 1, 2, 6. Common Metre. 
 d fong of praife. 
 
 1 TN God's own houfe pronounce his praife, 
 X His grace he there reveals ; 
 
 To heav'n your joy and wonder raife, 
 For there his glory dwells. 
 
 2 Let all your facred paflions move, 
 
 While you rehearfe his deeds ; 
 But the great work of faving love 
 Your higheft praife exceeds. 
 
 3 All that have motion, life and breath, 
 
 Proclaim your Maker blefs'd ; 
 Yet when my voice expires in death, 
 My foul fhall praife him beft. 
 
 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 all on earth, and all in heav'n. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 LET God the Father, and the Son. 
 And Spirit be ador'd, 
 Where there are works to make him known, 
 Or faints to love the Lord. 
 
 Common Metre. Where the tune includes ttvojianzas. 
 
 THE God of mercy be ador'd, 
 Who calls our fouls from death, 
 Who faves by his redeeming word, 
 A new-creating breath. 
 
 II. 
 
 To praife the Father, and the Son, 
 
 And Spirit, all divine, 
 The one in three, and three in one, 
 
 Let faint$ and angels join. 
 
PSALMS. 
 Short Metre. 
 
 YE angels, round the throne, 
 And faints that dwell below, 
 ■yVorlhip the Father, praife the Son, 
 And blefs the Spirit too. 
 
 As the 113^ Pfalm. 
 
 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 148^ Pfalm. 
 
 TO God the Father's throne 
 Perpetual honors raife ; 
 Glory to God the Son, 
 
 To God the Spirit praife : 
 With all our powers, 
 Eternal king, 
 Thy name we fing, 
 While faith adores. 
 
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