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J- T is acknowledged by the beji Judges of the Sacred Text* that the Book of Pfalms, in its original Drefs, is a Collection of the moft elevated and fublime Compo/itions that are to be found in any La?iguage ; and it has been often lamented, that fo much of the Piety, Dignity, and Poetic Excellence of the Original, has been lojl in all the At' tempts that have been yet made, to give us a literal Tranfation of it in Englifo Verfe. JK^^hrijlians have alfo nvi/bed to fee the Suhftance of this excellent Colleclion, cloathe d^p Language more adapted to the > ij "cover ies of the Gofpel, and the the Chriftian IVorfhip ; that "be fung with Underfanding and Devotion, +nd thereby contribute to the Elevation olid Improvement of the Chriflian Temper. This has been happily executed by the let/fifed and pious Dr. Watts — and the P filnt^ which he omitted, have been ytled by Mr, Barlow, nearly in the fame Irit and Style ; and all local References^ nvhich were found in Z)/\ Watts'/ Imitation^ have been carefully altered, fo as to render the Comprfition better adapted to the Cir- cumflances in every Country. A TABLE to find anyPSAJLM by the firft Line. A Page AL L ye that love the Lord rejoice 303 Almighty Ruler of the fkies 39 Awake, my foul, to found his praife 224 Along the banks where Babel's current flows 279 Amidft thy wrath, remember, love 92 Among th' affemblies of the great 170 Among the princes, earthly gods 176 And will the God of grace 170 Are all the foes of Sion fools 123 Are Tinners now fo fenfelefs grown 47 Arife, my gracious God c 2 Awake, ye faints, to praife your King 274 Almighty God, appearand fave .0 B Behold the lofty fky . * 57 Behold the love, the gen'rous love 86 Behold the morning fun eg Behold the fure foundation-Hone 238 Behold thy waiting fervant, Lord 24^ Behold us. Lord, and let our cry 12 , Behold, O God, what cruel foes 167 Beiore Jehovah's awful throne 2 co Blefs, O my foul, the living God 208 Bleft are ihe fons of peace 271 Bleft are the fouls who hear and know j7o Bleft are the undefiJ'd in heart 241 Bleft is the man, for ever bleft 7Q Bleft is the man whofe breaft can move cS Bleft is the man who fhuns the place 25 Bleft is the nation where the Lord 81 . C Children in years and knowledge yciu:°- 84. Come, children, learn to fear the Lcrd° 86 Come let our voices join to raife jqfj Come found his praife abroad jq- ConGdei ail my furrows, Lord 252 A 2 A TABLE. D l 3 J>>, e David rejoic'd in God his ftrength 63 Deep in our hearts let us record 148 E Early, my God, without delay 13 2 Exalt the Lord our God 20a F Far as thy name is known IC 8 Father, I blefs thy gentle hand 255 Father, I fing thy wond'rous grace 147 Firm and unmov'd are they 262 Firm was my health, my day was bright 76 Fools in their hearts believe and fay 46 For ever bleffed be the Lord 289 For ever fhall my fong record * 7 8 From age to age exalt his name 220 From all that dwell below the fkies 237 From de*p diftrefs and troubled thoughts 268 From foes that round us rife 129 G Give thanks to God,- he reigns above 219 Give thanks to God, invoke, his name 215 Give thanks to God moft high 276 Give thanks to God the fov'reign Lord 275 Give to our God immortal praife 278 Give to the Lord, ye fons of fame 75 God in his earthly temple lays 1/7 God is the refuge of his faints i°5 God my fupporter and my hope ^55 Gad of eternal love 218 God of my childhood and my youth 151 God of my life look, gently down 95 God of my mercy and my praife 2*4 Good is the Lord, the heav'nly King 139 Great God, attend while Sion fings 17 2 Great God, attend to my complaint 135 Great God, how oft did Ifrael p-ove 166 Great God, indulge my humble claim 133 Great God, the heavens well order'd frame 00 Great God, whole univerfal fway 15* A TABLE. fagi Great is the Lord, his works of might 228 Great is the Lord cur God l ' Great Shepherd of thine Krael » D 7 H Had not the God of truth and love Happy is he that fears the Lord Happy the city where their fons Happy the man whofe cautious feet Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Hear what the Lord in vifion faid Help. Lord, for men of virtue fad He reigns; the Loid, the Saviour reigns He that hath made his refuge God High in the heavens, eternal God How bleft the man to whom his God How awful is thy chaft'ning rod How long wilt thou conceal thy face How did°my heart rejoice to hear_ How fait their guilt and forrows rife How pleafant, how divinely fair How pleaTant 'tis to fee How pleas'ci and bleft was I How fhall the young fccure their hearts Jehovah reigns ; he dwells in light Jefus fhall reign where'er the fun Jefus our Lord, afcend thy throne Judge me, O God. and plead my caufe jov to the world; the Lord is come Judge me, O Lord, and prove my ways Judges who rule the world by laws Juft are thy ways, and true thy word If G(^d fucceed not, all the coft If God to build a houfe d-jny I lift my foul to God I'll blefs the Lord from day to day I'll pra;fe ray Maker with ray breadi I'll fpeak the honours of my King I love the Lord; he heard my cries In all my vjft concerns with thee A3 A TABLE. in anger, Lord, do not chaftife 34 In God's own houfe pronounce his praife 304 In Judah, God of old was known 160 In hafte, O God, attend my call 149 Jn thee, Great God, with fongs of praife 62 I fet the Lord before my face u Is there ambition in my heart 268 It is the Lord our Saviour's hind 207 I waited patient for the Lord 06 I will extol thee, Lord, on high 75 Let all the earth their voices raife 197 Let all the heathen writers join 246 Let children hear the mighty deeds 163 Let ev'ry creature join 301 Let every tongue thy goodnefs fpeak 292 Let God arife in all his might 1 42 Let finners take their courfe 1 2 5 Let Sion in her King rejoice 106 Let Sion and her fons rejoice 206 Let Sion praife the mighty God 296 Let earth, with ev'ry ifle and fea 200 Long as I live I'll blefs thy name 2go Lord, I am thine : but thou wilt prove ca lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in fin 1x9 Lord, I can fuffer thy rebukes 35 Lord, I efteem thy judgments right 236 Lord, if thine eyes furvey our faults 185 Lord, I have made thy word my choice 247 Lord, in the morning thou fhak hear 00 Lord, I will blefs thee all my days 83 Lord, I would fpiead my fore diftrefs 121 Lord of the worlds above 1 74 Lord, thou haft call'd thy grace to mind 1 75 Lord, thou haft heard thy fervant cry 238 Lord, thou haft fcourg'd our guilty land I30 Lord, thou haft fearch'd and feen me thro' 281* Lord, thou haft feen my foul fincere 54 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray 33 Lord, 'tis a pleafant thing to (laud ago A TABLE. Page Lord, we have heard thy works of old 101 Lord, what a feeble piece 187 Lord, what a thoughtlefs wretch was I I56 Lord, what is man, poor feeble man 290 Lord, what was man when made at firft 39 Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er 286 Lord, when thou didft afcend on high 143 Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord 3°° Lo, what a glorious Corner-Stone 240 Lo, what an entertaining fight 270 M Maker and fov'reign Lord 27 Mercy and judgment are my fong 203 Mine eyes and my defire 7 1 My God, accept my early vows 287 My God, coniider my diftrefs 250 My God, how many are my fears 3° My God, in whom are all the fprings 127 My God, my everlaftmg hope 150 My God, my King, thy various praife 290 My God, permit my tongue 134 My God, the fteps of pious men 92 My God, what inward grief I feel 283 My heart rejoices in thy name 77 My never ceafing fong fhall fhow 179 My refuge is the God of love 43 My righteous Judge, my gracious God 288 My Saviour and my King 102 My Saviour, my almighty Friend 151 My fhepherd is the living Lord 66 My fhepherd will fupply my need 67 My foul, how lovely is the place 172 My foul lies cleaving to the duft 253 My foul repeat his praife 210 My fpirit looks to God alone 131 My foul thy great Creator praife 212 My f&rit finks within me, Lord 99 My truft is in my heavenly friend 36 N No fleep nor flumber to his eyes 269 A 4 A TABLE. Page Not to our names, thou only Juft and True 234 Not to owrfrlves who are but duft 233 Now be my heart infpir'd to fing 104 Now from the roaring lion's rage 65 Now I'm convinced the Lord is kind I55 Now let our lips with holy fear I46 Now let our mournful fongj. record 65 Now may the God of power and grace 61 Now fhall my lolemu vows be paid 141 O O all ye nations praife the Lord 236 O bleffed fouls are they 78 Oh blefs the Lord, my foul 210 Of juftice and of grace I fmg 204 O for a fhout of facred joy 107 O God my refuge, hear my cries 1 24 O God of grace and righteoufnefs 32 O God of mercy hear my call 121 O God to whom revenge belongs 193 O happy man, whofe foul is fill'd 265 Oh happy nation where the Lord 83 O how 1 love thy holy law 245 O Lord, how many are my foes 31 O Lord our heavenly King 37 O Lord our Lord, how wond'rous great 38 O that the Lord would guide my ways 249 O that thy ftatutes ev'ry hour 252 O thou that hear'ft when finners ery 120 O thou whofe grace and juftice reign 260 O thou whofe juftice reigns on high 1 26 O God of my falvation, hear 177 Our God, our help in ages paft 18 j. Out of the drcps of long diftrefs 267 O what a fhff rebellious houfe 164 P Praife waits in Sion, Lord, for thee 338 Praife ye the Lord, exalt his name 272 Piaife ye the Lord, my heart fhall join 293 Piaife ye the Lord, 'tis good to raife 295 Preferve me Lord, in time of need 49 A TABLE Protett us, Lord, from fatal harm R Pa*t 285 Rejoice ye righteous in the Lord 8:> Remember Lord, our mortal fta'.e 182 Return, O God of love, return 180 S Salvation is for ever nigh Save me, O God, the fwelling floods Save me, O Lord, from cv'ry foe See what a living ftone Show pity, Lord ; O Lord forgive Shine, mighty God, on Sion fhine Sing all ye nations to the Lord Sing to the Lord aloud Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name Sing to the Lord ye diftant lands Songs of immortal praife belong Soon as I heard my father fay Sure there's a righteous God Sweet is the memory of thy grace Sweet is the work, my God, my King Teach me the meafure of my days Th* Almighty reigns exalted high That man is bleft who Qands in awe The earth for ever is the Lord's Thee will I love, O Lord, my ftrength The God Jehovah reigns The God of glory fends hisfummons forth The God of our falvation hears The heavens declare thy glory, Lord The King of faints, how fair his face The Lord appears my helper now The Lord, how wond'rous are his ways The Lord Jehovah reigns The Lord is come: the heavens proclaim The Lord my Shepherd is The Lord of glory is my light The Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high The Lord the Judge before his throne Ar A TABLE. Page 1 he Lord the Judge his churches warns 1 13 The Lord the fovcrcign king 211 The Lord the fovereign fends his fummons forth 114 The man is ever bleil 26 The praife of Sion waits for thee 136 The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought 97 Think, mighty God, on feeble man 183 This is the day the Lord hath made 239 This fpacious earth is all the Lord's 69 Thou art my portion, O my God 243 Thou God of Jove, thou ever bleft 255 Thro' every age, eternal God 183 Thrice happy man who fears the Lord 229 Thus I refolv'd before the Lord 94 Thus faith the Lord, the fpacious fields 1 1 2 Thus faith the Lord, your work is vain 96 Thus God the eternal Father fpake 225 Thus the great Lord of earth and fea 226 SThymcicies fill the earthj O Lord 247 Thy name Almighty Lord 237 Thy works of glory, mighty Lord 222 'Tis bythyftrength the mountains ftand 139 To God I cry'd with mournful voice 161 To God I made my forrows known 287 To God the great, the ever bleft £18 To heaven I lift my waiting eyes 257 To thee O God of truth and love 76 To thee, O Lord, I raife my cries 74 To our almighty Maker God 200 To thee before the dawning light 242 To thee, molt high, and holy God 159 To thine almighty arm we owe 56 RBwas for our fake, eternal God 149 ►Twes from thy hand, my God, I came 282 'Tv. as in the watches of the night 233 V Vain man on foolim pleafuies bent 220 Ur fhaken as the facred hill 26? Up from mv youth may Ifr'el fay 266 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes 256 TABLE. #*B Upward I lift mine eyes 258 W We blcfs the Lord, the juft, the good 1 44 We love thee, Lord, and we adore .55 What fhall I render to my God 236 When Chrifl to judgment fhall defcend 1 1 3 When God is nigh my faith is ftrong ,5? When God, provok'd with daring crimes r> 2 3 When God reftor'd our captive lla'e «*5j When God reveal'd his gracious name ibid When Ifrael, freed from Pharaoh's hand 23 % When Ifrael finned, the Lord reprov'd 165 When I with pleafmg wonder ftand 285 When man grows bold in fin 89 When overwhelm'd with grief 131 When pain and anguifh feiz'd me, Lord 254. When the great Judge fupreme and juft 141 Where fhall the man be found 71 Where fhall we go to feek and find 269 While I keep filence and conceal 8<» While men grow bold in wicked ways 88 Who fhall afcend thyheaven'ly place 48 Who fhall inhabit in thy hill 47 Who will arife and plead my right 194 Why did the Jews proclaim their rage 29 Why did the nations join to flay 28 Why fhould the mighty make their boaft 122 Why fhould the haughty hero boaft ibid Why do the proud infult the poor ill Why doth the wealthy wicked boaft 91 Why doth the Lord depart fo far 42 Why doth the man of riches grow 109 Why has my God my foul forfook 63 Why fhould I vex my foul and fret 90 Will God for ever caft us off i 5 8 With all my powers of heart and tongue 280 With earneft longings of the mind go With my whole heart I'll raife my fong 40 With my v/hole heart I've fought thy face £5 1 With reverence let the faints appear 170 A TABLE. *xr u r ***£* With Jongs and honours founding loud 207 Would you behold the works of God 221 Y Ye holy fens in God rejoice 82 Ye nations round the earth rejoice 202 Ye fervants of th' almighty King 231 men, a feeble race 189 of pride that hate the juft no 11 delight to ferve the Lord 231 It that obey th' immortal King 272 Ye tribes of Adam join 298 Yet faith the Lord, if David's race 181 End of thi TABLE. IMITATION OF THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM 1 . Common Metre. The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wkkid. 1 T) LEST is the man who fhuns the place Jf Where finners love to meet ; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hares the fcoffer's feat: 2 But in the ftatutes of the Lord Has plac'd his chief delight; By day he reads or hears the word, And meditates by night. 3 [He like a plant of gen'rous kind> By living waters fet, Safe from the florms and blading wind, Enjoys a peaceful ftate.] 4 Green as the leaf and ever fair, Shall his profeflion fhine, While fruit of holinefs appear Like clufters on the vine. 5 Not fo the impious and unjuft; What vain defigns they form ! Their hopes are blown away like duft. Or chaff' before the florm. 6 Sinners in judgment fhall not fiand Among the fons of grace, When Christ the judge at his right hand Appo ints his faints a place, 2S . PSALM I. 7 His eye beholds the path they tread : His he art approves it well • But croo ked ways of Pinners 'lead Down to the gates of hell. PSALM j. Short Metre. The Saint happ y , the Sinner miferalle. t r p H E man is ever bleft, X Who fhuns the Tinners ways, Among their counfels never ftands, Nor takes the fcorncr's place : 2 But makes the law of God His ftudy and delight, Amidft the labours of the day, And watches of the night. 3 He like a tree fhall thrive, With waters near the root ; Frefh as the leaf his name fhall live; His works are heav'nly fruit. 4 Not fo the ungodly race, They no fuch bleffings find ; Their hopes fhall flee, like empty chaff Before the driving wind. 5 How will they bear to ftand Before that judgment-feat, Where all the faints at Chr ist's right hand In full affembly meet? 6 He knows, and he approves The way the righteous go ; But finners and their works fhall meet A dreadful overthrow. PSALM i. Long Metre. The Difference between the Righteous and the Wicked, i TTAPPY the man whofe cautious feet JJL Shun the broad way that finners go, Who hates the place where atheifts meet, And fears to talk as fcoffers do. P S A L M II. 27 B He loves t' employ his morning-light Araongft the ftatutes of the Lord ; And fpends the wakeful hours of night With pleafure pond'ring o'er the word. 5 He like a plant by gentle ftreams Shall fiourifh in immortal green : And heaven will fhine with kindeft beams On every work his hands begin. 4 But finners find their counfels crofs'd ; As chaff befoie the tempeft flies; So fhall their hopes be blown and loft, When the laft trumpet fhakes the fkies. 5 In vain the rebel feeks to ftand In judgment with the pious race; The dreadful Judge with ftern command Divides him to a different place. 6 " Strait is the way my faints have trod, " I blefs the path, and drew it plain ; " But you would choofe the crooked road; " And down it leads to endlefs pain." PSALM 2. Short Metre. Tranflated according to the Divine Pattern, Ails iv. 24, £?c. Chrift Dying, Rifing, Interceding, and Reigning. 1 r~\ TAKER and fovereign Lord L_lVJl Of heaven and earth and fea?, Thy providence confirms thy woid, And anfwers thy decrees. 2 The things fo long foretold By David are fulfili'd; When Jews and Gentiles join to flay Jtfus, thine holy Child.] 3 Why did the Gentiles rage, And Jews with one accord Join all their councils to deftroy Th' Anointed of the Lord ? *8 P 3 A L M II. 4 Rulers and Kings agree To form a vain ddign ; Againft the Lord their powers 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 fon. Pause. 6 Now he's afcended high, To rule the lubjecl: earth ; The merit of his blood he pleads, And pleads his heavenly birth. 7 Beneath his fovereign fway The Gentile nations bend ; Far as the world's remoteft bounds, His kingdom fhall extend. g The nations that rebel, Mult feel his iron rod ; He'll vindicate thofe honours well Which he receiv'd from God. g [Be wife, ye rulers, now, And worfhip at his throne ; With trembling joy, ye people bow, To God's exalted Son. 10 If once his wrath arife, Ye perifh on the place; Then bleffed is the foul that flies For refuge to his grace.] PSALM 2. Common Metre. i TT7HY did the nations join to flay V V The Lord's anointed Son ? Why did they caft his laws away, And tread his gofpel down ? P S A L M H. 29 2 The Lord that fits above the fkies, Dei ides 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, 11 And wide his kingdom fpread. 4 " Afk me, my Son, and then enjoy 11 The utmoft heathen lands ; " Thy rod of iron fhall deftroy *' The rebel that withftands." 5 Be wife, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th' anointed Lord, Adore the King of heavenly birth, And tremble at his word. 6 With humble love addrefs his throne, For if he frown, ye die : Thofe are fecure, and thofe alone Who ou his grace rely. PSALM 2. Long Metre. Chrift's Death, Refurreftien, and Jfcenfion. x "\T7HY did the Jews proclaim their rage ? VV The Romans why their fwords employ ? Agamft the Lord their power engage, His dear Anointed to deftroy ! 2 " Come let us break his bands, they fay, " This mm fhall never give us laws ;" And thus they cafl his yoke away, And nail'd the Monarch to the crofs. 3 But God, who high in Glory reigns, Laughs ai their pride, their lage controuls : He'll finite their hearts with inward pains, And fpeak in thunder to their fouls. So PSALM III. 4 " I will maintain the king I made " On Zion's everlafting hill, " My hand (hall bring him from the dead, " And he fhall (land your fovcreign ftill." 5 [His wondrous rifing from the earth Makes his eternal Godhead known; The Lord declares his heavenly birth : " This day have I begot my Son, 6 " Afcend, my Son, to my right-hand 11 There thou fhalt aflc, and I bellow " The utrnoft bounds of heathen lands ; 11 To thee their fuppliant tribes (hall bow."] 7 But nations that refill his grace Shall fall beneath his lifted rod ; His arm fhall crufh the impious race, That dare provoke th' avenging God. Pause. 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 loveaddrefs the Son, Left he grow angry , and ye die, His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, His love gives life above the fky. 10 His (forms fhall quell the ftubborn foe, And fink his honours in the duft : Happy the faCuls, their God that know, And make his grace their only truft. PSALM 3. Common Metre. Doubts and Fears fupprejfed\ or, God our Defence from Sin and Satan. I TV yT Y God how many are my fears ? 1VJL How faft my foes increafe ? Confpiring my eternal death, They break my prefent peace. PSALM in. j 2 The lying tempter would perfuade There's no relief in heaven, And all my growing fins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my ftrength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt filence all my threat'mng guilt, And raife my drooping head? 4 [1 cry'd, and from the holy hill He bow'd a liftcning ear : Icall'd my Father and°my God, And he iubdu'd my fear. g He {Tied foft {lumbers on mine eyes, In fpite of all my foes ; I woke and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repofe.] 6 What tho' thehofts of death and hell All arm'd againft me ftood : Terrors no more fhali fhake my foul ; My refuge is my God. 7 Arife, O Lord, fulfil thy Grace, While I thy glory fing ; My God has broke the ferpent's teeth, And death has loft his fting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can fave ; Bleflings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. PSALM 3. Ver. i, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 8. Long Metre. A Morning Pfalm. 1 (~\ Lord, how many are my foes, KJ In this weak ftate of flefh and blood ? My peace they daily difcompofe, But my defence and hope is God. 3 a P S A L M IV. 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry ; Thou heardft when I began to pray, And thine almighty help was nigh, i 3 Supported by thins heavenly aid I laid me down and flept fecure, Not death fhould make my heart afraid, Though 1 fhould wake and rife no more. 4 But God fuftain d me all the night ; Sdvation doth to God belong : He rais'd my head to fee the light, And makes my praife his morning fong. PSALM 4. Ver- 1, a, 3, 4, 6, 7. LongJMetre. Hearing of Prayer ; or God our Po:tion, and Chrift cur Hope. 1 f\ God of grace and righteoufnefs, W Hear and attend when 1 complain : Thou haft enlarg'd me in diftrefs, Bow down a gracious ear again. c Ye fons of men in vain ye try To turn my glory into fhame; How long will fcorFers love %o lie, And dare approach my Saviour's name ? 3 Know that the Lord divides his faints From all the tribes of men befide; He hears and pities their complaints, For 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'uing grace. 5 Let the unthinking many fay, " Who will bejlewjbmc earthly good ?" But, Lord, thy light and love we pray; Our fouls defirethis heavenly food. PSALM V. 33 6 Then mail my cheerful powers rejoice At grace divine, and love fo great; Nor will I change my happy choice For all their wealth and boafted ftate. PSALM 4. Vcr. 3, 4, 5, 8. Common Metre. An Evening Hymn. 1 T ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray ; 1 j I am for ever thine : I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to fin. 2 And while I reft my weary head, From cares and bufmefs free, 'Tis fweet converting on my bed, With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this evening 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. PSALM 5. Common Metre. For the Lord's Day Morning. 1 T ORD, in the morning thou fhalt hear l^jt My voice afcending high ; To thee will I dircft my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye. 2 Up to the hills where Chrift is gone To plead for all 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 ftand; Sinners thai! ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 34 P S A L M VI. 4 But to thy houfe will I refort, To tafte thy mercies there; I will frequent thine holy court, -And worfhip in thy fear. g O may thy fpirit guide my feet, In ways of righteoufnefs, Make every path of duty ftrait, 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 ferpentin the duft, And all his plots deftroy : While thofe that in thy mercy truft, For ever fhout for joy. 8 The men that love and fear thy name, Shall fee their hopes fulfili'd ; The mighty God willcompafs them With favour as a fhield. PSALM 6. Common Metre. Complaint in Skknefs ; or, Difeafes healed. 1 7N anger, Lord, do not chaftife, X Withdiaw the dreadful ftoim ; Nor let thine awful wrath arife Againft a feeble worm. 2 My foul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flefh with pain opprefa'd; My couch is witnefs to my tears, My tears forbid 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 flow morning rife. PSALM VI. 4 Shall I be ftill tormented more ? My eyes confum'd with grief; How Jong, my God, how long, before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears his mourning children fpeak, He pities all our groans ; And faves us for his mercy's fake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his fovereign word, Reftorts our fainting breath ; Tor filent graves praife not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. PSALM 6. Long Metre. Temptations in Sicknefs overcome. 1 T O R D, I can fuffer thy rebukes, X^t When thou with kindnefs doft chaftife But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not againft me rife ! 2 Pity my languifhing eftate, And eafe the forrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, let thy gentler touches heal ! 3 See how in fighs I pafs my days, And wafte in groans the weary night: My bed is waier'd with my tears ; My grief confumes, and dims my fight. Look bow 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 ? 1 feel my flefh fo near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to defpair : But graves can never praife the Lord, for aJl is dull and ulence there, 35 36 psalm vrr. 6 Depart, ye tempters, fiom mv foul, And all defpaiiing thoughts depart ; My God. who hears rny humble moan, Will eafe my flcfh and cheer my heart. PSALM 7. Common Metre. God's Care of his People, and Punifhment of Perfauttffi* 1 TV /I Y truft is in my heavenly Friend, i.VX My hope in thee, my God : Rife and my helplefs life defend, Fiom thofe that feek my blood. 'ft With infolencc and fury they My foul to pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey, When no deliverer's near. 3 If e'er my pride provok'd them rirfr, Or once abus'd my foe, Then let them tread my life to duft, And lay my honour 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 pow'r controul; Awake to judgment, and command Deliv'rance tor my foul. Pause. 6 Let finners and their wicked :age Be humbled to the duft : Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the juft ? 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th' upright : His fharpeft arrows he ordains Agaiaft the fons of fpite. PSALM VIII. 57 8 Tho' leagu'd in guile their malice fpread, A fnare before my way; Their mischiefs on their impious head, His vengeance fhall repay. 9 That cruel perfecuting race Mufl feel his dreadful fword; Awake my foul, and praife the grace And juftice of the Lord. PSALM 8. Short Metre. God's Sovereignty and Goodnefs; and Man's Domimon over the Creatures. 1 {^\ LORD ' our heav'nly King, V^/ Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are fpread, And o'er the heavens they fhine. a When to thy works on high I raife my wond'ring eyes, And fee the moon, complete in light, Adorn the darkfome fkies. 3 When I furveythe ftars And all their fhining forms, Lord, what is man, that worthlefs thing, A-kin to dull and worms ? 4 Lord, what is worthlefs man, That thou fhould'ft love him fo ? Next to thine angels is he plac'd, Aud lord of all below. $ Thine honours crown his head, While beafts like flaves obey; And birds that cut the air with wings, And fifh that cleave the fea. 6 How rich thy bounties are ! And wond'rous are thy ways ; Of dull and worms thy power can frame A monument of praife. B 33 PSALM Vlir. 7 [From mouths of feeble babes And fucklings, thou canft draw Surprifing honours to thy name ! And (trike the" world wiih awe. 8 O Lord, our heav'r.ly King, Thy name is all divine ; Thy glories round the earth are fpread, And o'er the heavens they fhine.] PSALM 8. Common Metre* Chiift'sCondefcenjion andGlorification; or, GodmadeMan. 1 f\ LORD, our Lord, how wond'rous great \J Is thine exalted name ! The glories of thy heav'nly flate 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 thou fhould'ft vifit him with grace, And love his nature fo ? 4 That thine eternal Son fhould bear To take a mortal form, Made lower than his angels are, To fave a dying worm ? 5 [Yet while he liv'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 fiih at his command, Bring their large fhoals to Peer's net, Bring tribute to his hand. 7 The r e lefftr glories of the Son, Shone through the fkfhy cloud; Now we behold him on his thror.e, And men confefs him God. PSALM VIII. 39 8 Let him with majefty be crown'd, Who bow'd his head to death ; And his eternal honours found, From all things that have breath. g Jfefus, our Lord, how wond'rous great Is thine exalted name ! The glories of thy heav'nly flate Let the whole earth proclaim. PSALM 8. Ver. 1,2. paraphrafed. FirfiPart. L. M. The Hofanna of the Children ; or, Infants trailing God. 1 A LMIGHTY Ruler of the ikies, jTV. Thro' the wide earth thy name is fpread, And thine eternal glories rife O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young Their founding notes of honour raife; And babes with uninftrufted tongue Declare the wonders of thy praife. 2 Thy pow'r affifls their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground, To lr.il 1 the bold blafphemer's rage s And all their policies confound. 4 Children amidfl thy temple throng To fee their great Redeemer's face ; The Son of David, is their fong, And loud Htfannui fill the place. 5 The frowning fcribes and angry priefls In vain their impious cavils bring ; Revenge fits filent in their breafts, While Jezjuifh babes proclaim their King. PSALM 8. Ver. 3, Sec. paraphrafed, Sec. Part. L.M, Adam and Chrift, Lords of the Old and New Creation. 1 T ORB, what was man when made at firfL JLi Adam, the offspring of the duft That thou fhould'ft fet him and his race, But juft below an angel's place ? B 2 40 PSALM IX. 2 That thou fhould'ft raiTe his nature fo, And make him lord cf all below ; Make ev'ry beaft and bird fubmit, And lay the fifties at his feet ? 3 But O ! what brighter glories wait To crown the fecond Adam's ftate ? What honours fhall thy Son adorn ; Who condefcended to be born ? 4 See him below his angels made ; Behold him r.umbcr'd with the dead, To fave a ruin'd world from fin ; But he fhall reign with pow'r divine. $ The world to come, redeem'd from all The miseries that attend the fall ; New made and glorious fhall fubmit At our exalted Saviour's feet. PSALM 9. Firft Part. Common Metre. Wrath and Mercy from the Judgment Seat. 1 *\!\/ 1TH mv whoIe hear t I'll raife my fong, V V Thy wonders I'll proclaim, Thou fov'reign judge of right and wrong Wilt put thy foes to fhame. 2 I'll fing thy majefty and grace; My God prepares his throne To judge the world in nighteoufnefs, 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. 4. The men that know thy name will truft In thy abundant grace ; For thou haft ne'er forfook the juft, Who humbly feek thy face. $ Sing praifes to the righteous Lord, Who dwells in Zion's Hill, Who executes his threat'ning word, Whofe works his grace fulfil. PSALM IX. 41 PSALM 9. Ver 12. Second Part. CM. The Wifdom and Equity of Piovidence. 1 \^/ HEN the S reat J ud g e > Supreme and juft, VV Shall once enquire for blood ; The humble fouls that mourn in dull, Shall find a faithful God. } 1 He from the dreadful gates of death Does his own children raife : In Zion's gates wiih cheerful breath, They fing their Father's praife. 3 His foes fhall fall with heedlefs feet, Into the pit they made ; And finners perifh in the net That their own hands have fprcad. 4 Thus by thy judgment, mighty God, Are thy deep counfels known : When men of mischief are deftrqy'd, In fnares that were their own. Pause. 5 The wicked fhall fink down 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 fhall never be forgot, Nor fhall their hopes be vain. [7 Rife, great Redeemer, from thy feat, To judge and fave the poor; Let nations tremble at thy feet, And man prevail no more. 8 Thy thunder fhall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain, Make them confefs, that thou art God, And they but feeble men.] £3 4^ P S A L M X. PSALM 10. Common Metre. Prayer heard, and Saints favtd. ; or, Pride, Atheifm, and Oppreffion pumJIud.—Yox a humiliation day. i T TC 7HY doth the Lord depart fo far, V V And why conceal his face, Winn great calamities appear, And times of deep diftrefs ? 2 Lord, fhall the wicked ftill deride Thy juftice and thy laws ? Shall thev advance their heads in pride, And flight their righteous caufe ? 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 fhall dare to Hand, When God afcends on high. Pause. ^ Why do the men of malice rage, And fay with foolifh pride, The God of heaven will ne'er engage To fight on Zion'sfide? 6 But thou forever art our Lord ; And powerful is thine hand, As when the Heathens felt thy fword, And perifh'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. 8 Proud tyrants fhall no more opprefs, No more defpife the juft; And mighty finners fhall confefs, 1 bey are but earth and dud. PSALM XI, XII. 43 PSALM 11. Long Metre. God loves the Righteous, and hates the Wicked. i TV /T Y refuge is^the God or" love ; 1VX Why do my foes infult and cry, Fly like a tim'rous trembling dove, To dijlant woods or mountains jly ? 2 If government be once deftroy'd, (This firm foundation of our peace) And violence make juftice void, Where fhall the righteous feek redrefs? 3 The Lord in heav'n has fix'd his throne, His eye furveys the world below : To him all mortal things are known ; His eye-lids fearch our fpirits through. 4 If heaffli&s his faints fo far, To prove their love and try their grace, What may the bold transgreffors fear ? His foul abhors their wicked ways. 5 On impious wretches he fhall rain Sulphurous flames of waiting death, Such as he kindled on the plain Of Sodom, with his angry breath. 6 The*ightecus Lord loves righteous fouls, Whole thoughts and aftions are fincere, And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear. PSALM 12. Long Metre. The Saints Safety and Hope in evil Times : Or, Sins of the Tongue complained cf. viz. BlaJ'phemy, Faljhood, &c. 1 ALMIGHTY God appearand fave ! Ljl. For vice and vanity prevail : The godly perifh in the grave, The juft depart, the faithful fail. 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. 44 PSALM XII. 3 But lips that with deceit abound, Shall not maintain their triumph long : The God of vengeance will confound The flattering and blafpheming tongue. 4 Yet fkall our words be free, they cry, Our tongue [hall be controul'd by none : Where is the Lord, will ajk us why f Or fay, our lips are not our own ? 5 The Lord, who fees the poor oppreft, And hears the oppreffor's haughty ftraia, Will rife to give his children reft, Nor fhall they truft his word in vain. 6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd, Void of deceit fhall ftill appear; Not filver, fev'n times purify'd Fromdrofs and mixture, mines fo clear. 7 Thy grace fhall in thedarkeft hour Defend from danger and furprife; Tho' when the vileft men have povv'r, On every fide oppreffors rife. PSALM 12. Common Metre. Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners : or, The Promife and Signs o/"Chrift's coming to Judgment. 1 T TELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail, JlJL Religion lofes ground ! The fons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound. 2 Their oaths and promifesthey break, Yet aft the flatterer's part ; With fair deceitful lips they fpeak, And with a double heart. 3 If we reprove fome hateful lie, They fcorn our faithful word : »' Are not our lips our own," they cry, «• And who fhall be our Lerd?" PSALM XIII. 45 4 Scoffers appear on ev'ry fide, Where a vile race of men Is rais'd to feats of pow'rand pride, And bears the fword in vain. Pause. ^ Lord, when iniquities abound, And blafphemy grows bold, When faith is rarely to be found, And love is waxen cold : 6 Is not thy chariot haftening on ! Halt thou not given the fign ? May we not truft and live upon A promife fo divine ? 1 " Yes, faith the Lord, now will I rife, « And make the oppreffors flee; " I fhall appear to their furprife, 44 And fet my fervants free." 8 Thy word, like filver feven times try'd, Through ages fhall endure: The men that in thy truth confide, Shall find thy promife fure. PSALM 13. Common Metre. Complaint under the Temptation of the Devil. 1 T T O W long wilt thou conceal thy face ? X JL My God, how long delay ? When fhall I feel thofe heav'nly rays That chace my fears away ? a How long fhall my poor lab'ringfoul Wreftle and toil in vain ? Thy word can all my foes controul, And eafe my raging pain. 3 See how the Prince of darknefs tries All his malicious arts; He fpreads a mift around mine eyes, And throws his fiery d-srts. B* 46 PSALM XIV. 4 Be thou my fun, and thou my fhield, My foul in fafetykeep; Make hafte before mine eyes are feal'd In death's eternal fleep. 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 [hall 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 that fov'reign grace Whence all my comforts fpring: I fhall employ my lips in praife, And thy falvation fing. PSALM 14. Firft Part. Common Metre. By Nature all Men are Sinners. j "C*OOLS, in their hearts believe and fay, JL " That 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. 2 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 affray, Their pra&ice all the fame; There's none that fears his Maker's hand, There's none that loves his name. ft Their tongues are us'd to fpeak deceit, Their (landers never ceafe; How fwift to mifchief are their feet; Nor know the paths of peace. PSALM XIV, XV. 47 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. PSALM 14. Second Part. Common Mdfe. The Folly of Perfcutors. 1 ARE finners now fo fenfelefs grown jLJL That they the faints devour ? And never worfhip at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful pow'r ? 2 Great God, appear to their furprife, Reveal thy dreadful name; Let them no more thy wrath defpife, Nor turn oar hope to fhame. £ Doft thou not dwell among the juft ? And yet our foes deride, That we fhould make thy name our truft : Great God, confound their pride. 4 O that the joyful day was come To fmifh our diftrefs ! When God fhall bring his children home, Our fongs fhall never ceafe. PSALM 15. Common Metre. Charatler of a Saint ; or, a Citizen of Zion ; or, thi Qualifications of a Chrifiian. 1 WJHO fhall inhabit in thy hill, VV O God of bolinefs ? Whom will the Lord admit to dwell So near his throne of grace ? 2 The man that walks in pious ways, And works with righteous hands ; That trufts his Maker's promis'd grace, And follows his commands. 3 He fpeaks the meaning of his heart, Nor flanders with his tongue ; Will fcarce believe an ill report, Nor do his neighbour wron~. 4 S P S A L M XV. 4 The -wealthy {inner he contemns, Loves all that fear the Lord ; And tho' to his own hurt he fwears, Still he performs his woid< $ His hands difdain a golden bribe, And never wrong the poor ; This man fhall dwell with God on earth, And f nd his heav'n fecure. P S A L M 15. Long Metre. Region and Jujice, Goodnefs and Truth ; or, Duties to God and Man ; or, the Qualifications of a Chrijiian. 1 YX7HO lhali afcend thy heav'nly place, VV Great God, and dwell before thy face ? The man that minds religion now, And humbly walks with God below : 2 Whofe "hands are pure, whofe heart is clean, Whofe lips ftill ("peak the thing they mean ; No flanders dwell upon his tongue , He hates to do his neighbour wrong. 3 [Scarce will he trufl an ill report, Or vent it to his neighbour's hurt : Sinners of Hate he can defpife, iiut faints arc honour'd in his eyes] 4 [Firm to his word he ever flood, And always makes his promife good, Nor dares to change she thing he fwears, Whatever pain or lofs he bears.] 5 [lie never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that juflice Ihoulci be fold : While others fcoin and wiong the poor, Sweet charity attends his door.] 6 He loves his enemies, and pra;,s Fur thole that curfe him to his face; A fid doth to all inca. ftill the fame That he would hope or with from them. PSALM XVI. 49 f Yet, when his holieft woiks are done, His foul depends on grace alone : This is the man thy face fhall fee, And dwell for «ver, Lord, with thee. P S A L M 16. FirjlPart, Long Metre. Qonjtjfion of our Poverty; and, Saints the beji Company , or, Good Works profit Men, not God. x TJRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need, JL 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 confeft Mow empty and how poor I am ; My praife-can never make thee bleft, Nor add new glories to thy name. 3 Yet, Lord, thy faints on earth may reap Some profit by the good we do ; Thefe are the company I keep, Thefe are the chciceft friends I know. 4 Let'others choofe the fons of mirth To give a relifh to their wine ? I love the men of heav'nly birth, Whofe thoughts and language are divine, PSALM 16. Second Part, Long Meue, Chrijl's All-faftciency. 1 TJOW faft their guilt and forrows ri r e, Xl Who hafte to feck fome idol-god ! I will not taile their facrifice, Their offerings of forbidden blood, 2 My God provides a richer cup, And nobler food to live upon : He for my life has offer 'd up Jtfus, hU beft beloved Son. 3 His love is my perpetual feafl; By day his counsels guide me right ; And be his name for ever bleft, Who gives m; iVcct advice by night, 50 PSALM XVI. 4 I fet him ftill before mine eyes; At my right hand he ftands prepar'd To keep my foul frcm all furprife, And be my everlafting guard. P S A L M 16. Third Part. Long Metre. Courage in Death, and Hope of the Refurreclion. 1 A?[/" H J N G ° d is ni § h ' m V fahh ^ A'ong, V V His arm is my almighty prop : Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue, My dying flefh (hall reft in hope. 2 Though in the duft I lay my head, Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave My foul for ever with the dead, Nor lofe thy children in the grave. •3 My flefh fhall thy firft call obey, Shake off the duft, and rife on high ; Then fhalt thou lead the wondrous way Up to the throne above the fky. 4 There ftreams ofendlefs pleafure flaw; And full difcoveries of thy grace (Which we but tafted here below) Spread heav'nlyjoys through all the place. PSALM 16. Ver 1—8. Ft'tj Part. Common Metre. Support ardCouvfd from God without Merit. 1 CAVE me, OLord, from every foe; O lit thfe my truft I place, Though all the good that 1 on do Can ne'er deferve thy grace; 2 Yet if my God prolong my breath, The faints may ftill rejoice ; The fain-s, 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 known. PSALM XVI. 4 His hand provides my conftant food. He fills my daily cup; Much am I pleas'd with prefent good, But more rejoice in hope, $ God is my portion and my joy; His counfels 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 16. Second Part. Common Metre The Death and Refurreclion of Chrift. J " T Set the Lord before my face, A " He bears my courage up ; " My heart, my tongue their joys exprefs, « My flefh fhall reft in hope. a " My fpirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave " Where fouls departed are ; ?« Nor quit my body to the grave " 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 ev'ry faint adores, Was crucify'd and flain ; Behold the tomb its prey reftores,. Behold he lives again. 6 When fhall my feet arife and ftand On heaven's eternal hills ? There fits the Son at God's right hand. And tkere t'ie Father fmiles.l 5* A S i PSALM XVII. PSALM ij. Ver. 13, &c. Short Metre. Portion of Saints and Sinners ; or, Hope and Defpair in Death. RISE, my gracious God, And make the wicked flee ; They are but thy chaftifing rod To drive thy faints to thee. a Behold the firmer 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 boall of all his (lore ; The Lord is my inheritance, My foul can wifh no more. 4 I (hall behold the face Of my forgiving God ; And (land 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 likenefsof thy Son, And draw immortal breath. PSALM 17. Long Metre. The Sinner's Portion and SairJ's Hope ; or, the Heaven of feparate Souls, and the Rejurredion . 1 1" 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. 9 Their hope and portion lie below ; 'Tis all the happinefsthey know, 'Tis all they feek ; they take their fhares ; And leave the reft among their heirs. PSALM XVIII. S3 3 What finners value, I refign ; Lord, 'tis enough that thou, art mine : I fhall behold thy blifsful face, And ftand complete in righteoufnefs. 4 This life's a dream, an empty (how ; Sut the bright world to which I go, Hath joys fubflantial and fincere ; When fhall I wake and find me there ? j O glorious hour ! O bleft abode ! I fhall be near and like my God ; And flefh and fin no more controul The facred pleafures of the foul. 6 My flefh fhall (lumber 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 18. FirJIPart. Long Metre. Vcr. 1—9, 15-18. Deliverance from Defpair ; or, Temptation overcomt. 1 ' j^HEE will 1 love, O Lord, my ftrength, JL My rock, my tow'r, my high defence} Thy mighty arm fhall be my truft, For I have found falvation thence. 2 Death, and the terrors of the grave, Stood round me with their difmal fhade ; While floods of high temptation rofe, And made my finking foul afraid. 3 I faw the op'ning gates of hell, With endlefs pains and forrows there, (Which none but they that feel can tell) While I was h'urry'd to defpair. 4 In my diflrefs I call'd my God, When I could fcarce believe him mine; He bow'd his ear to my complaint ; And prov T d~his faving grace divine. 54 PSALM XVIII. 5 [With fpeed he flew to my relief, As on a cherub's wing he rode ; Awful, aud bright as lightning, fhone The fjceof my deliverer, God. 6 Temptations fled at his rebuke, Theblaft of his Almighty breath : He fent falvatiof] from on high, And drew me from the deeps of death.] 7 Great were my fears, my foes were great, Much was their ftreng'h, and more their rage But Chrift, my Lord, is conqueror QUI In all the wars the proud can wage. 8 My fong for ever fhall record That terrible, that joyful hour ; And give the glory to the Lord Due to his mercy and his pow'r. PSALM 18. Second Part. Ver. 20,-26. Long Metre. Sincerity proved and rewarded. 1 T ORD, thou haft feen my foul fincere, ±-a Haft made thy truth and love appear; Before mine eyes I fet thy laws, And thou haftown'd my righteous caufe. 2 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways, I've walk'd upright before thy face : Or it my feet did e'er depart, Thy love reclaim'd my wand'ring heart. 3 What fore temptations broke my reft ! What wars and flrugglings in my breaft? But through thy gr.:ce that reigns within, I guard againft my darling fin. 4 That fin that clofe befets mc ftill, That works and ftrives againft my will ; When fhall thy fpirk's fov'reign pow'r Deftro) it, that ; r ii f cno more. PSALM XVIII. 55 5 With an impartial hand, the Lord Deals out to mortals their reward : The kind and faithful fouls (hall find A God as faithful and as kind. 6 And men that love revenge fhall know, God hath an arm of vengeance too : The jull and pure, fhall ever fay, Thou art more pure, more juft than they. PSALM 1 8. Third Part. Long Metre. Ver, 30, 31, 34, 35' 3 6 > ^ c - Rejoice in God; or, Salvation and Triumph. 1 TUST are thy ways, and true thy word, I Great Rock of my fecure abode : Who is a God btfide the Lord Or where's a refuge like Cir God ? 2 'Tishe that girds me wkh Lis might, Gives me his holy fword to wield ; And while with fin and hell I fight, Spreads his falvation for my inield. 3 He lives and bleffings crown his reign, The God of my falvation fives, The dark dcfigns of hell are vain ; While heav'nly peace my Father gives. 4 Before the fcoffers of the age, I will exalt my Father's name, Nor tremble at their mighty rage, But meet repioach, and bear the fhame. c To David and his royal feed Thy grace forever fhall extend ; Thy love to faints, in Chrijl their heftd, Knows not a limit, nor an end. PSALM 18 Firfi Part. Common Metre. Viclory and Triumph over temporal Enemies* I T X TE love thee, Lord, and we adore, W Now is thine arm rcveal'd ; . Thou art our ftrength, our heav'nly tow'r, Our bulwark and our fhield. 5$ PSALM XVIII. £ We fly to our eternal Rock, And find a Aire defence ; His holy name our lips invoke, And draw falvauon thence. 3 When God our leader fhines in arRij^ 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 angels in array in millions wait to know his mind, And fwift as flames obey. $ He fpeaks, and at his fierce rebuke Whole armies are difmay'd ; His voice, his frown, his angry look Strikes all their courage dead. 6 He forms our gen'rals for the field, With all their dreadful fkill : Gives them his awful fword to wield, And makes their hearts of fteel. 7 Oft has the Lord whole nations bleft For his own church's fake ; The pow'rs that give his people reft, Shall of his care partake. PSALM 1 8. Second Part. Common Metre. The Conqueror's Song. 1 T 5! ine almi S ht y "m we owe A The triumphs of the day • Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe, And melt their ftrength away. i 'Tis by thy aid our troops prevail, And break united powers; Or burn their boafted fleets, 'or fcah The proudeft of their to\ >w'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 flielter found ! B 1 PSALM XIX. 57 4 In vain to idol faints they cry, And perifh in their blood ; Where is the rock fo great, fo high, So pow'rful, as our God. 5 The God of lfrael ever lives ; His name be ever bleft ; 'Tis his own arm the vifcVry gives* And gives his people reft. PSALM 19. Firjl Part. Short Metre The Book of Nature and Scripture. For a Lord's Day Morning, EHOLD the lofty fky, Declares its maker God, And all the ftarry works on high Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 2 The darknefs and the light Still keep their courfe the fame ; While night to day and day to night Divinely teach his name. ,3 In ev'ry difP rent land Their gen'ral voice is known ; They fhow the wonders of his hand, And orders of his throne.' 4 Ye Chriftian lands, rejoice, Here he reveals his word ; We are not left to nature's voice To bid us know the Lord. 5 His ftatutes and commands Are fet before our eyes, He puts his gofpel in our hands, Where our falvation lies. 6 His laws are juft and pure, His tiuth without deceit; His promifes for ever fure, And his rewards are great* 58 PSALM XIX. 7 Not honey to the tafte Affords fo much delight ; Nor gold that has the furnace pafs'd So much allures the fight. 8 While of thy works I fing, Thy glory to proclaim, Accept the praife, my God, my King, In my Redeemer's name. PSALM 19. Second Part. Short Metre. God's Word mojl excellent; or, Sincerity and Watch- fulnefs. For a Lord's Day Morning. 1 "DEHOLD the morning fun £j Begins his glorious way ; His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. ft But where the gofpel comes, It fpreads diviner light, It calls dead finner* from their tombs,. And gives the blind their fight. 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 fpirit from above To guide me left I ftray. 6 O who can ever find 4 The errors of his ways ? Yet with a bold prefumptuous mind I would not dare tranfgrefs. PSALM XIX. 59 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 I fpread thy praife abroad ; Accept the worfhip and the fong, My Saviour and my God. PSALM 19. Long Metre. The Books of Nature, and the Scripture compared: or, the Giory and Succejs of the Gofpel % l r T" , HE heavens declare thy glory, Lord, X In every flar thy goodnefs fhines; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 9. The rolling fun, the changing fight, And nights and days thy pow'r confefs; But the blefl 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 ev'ry land. 4 Nor fhall thy fpreadiug gofpel reft Till through the world thy truth has run; Till Chrifi has all the nations bleft, That fee the light, or feel the fun. jj Great Son of Righteoufnefs, arife, Blefs the dark world with heav'nly light; Thy gofpel makes the fimple wife, Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 6 Thy noble ft wonders here we view, In fouls re new 'd and fins forgiv'n, Lord, cleanfe my fins, my foul renew And make thy word my guide to heav'n. 6° P 3 A L M XIX. P S A L M : io To the Tune of the 1 13th Pfalrm ihe Book of Nature and Scripture. * R ^ A , T God ' the heav 'n's well order'd frame \f Declares the glories of thy name: There thy rich works of wonder fhine ; A thoufand flarry beauties there, A thoufand radiant marks appear Of boundlefc pow'r, and fkill divine, 2 From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light, Leclures of heav'nly wifdom read; With filem eloquence they raife Oar thoughts to our Creator's praife, And neither found nor language need* 3 Yet their divine inftruftions run Far as the journies of the fun, And ev'ry nation knows their voice: I/i""/ I,ke . fom 1 f y°"ngbridegroom dreft, Breaks from the chambers of the eaff, ' Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice. : Where'er he fpreads his beams abroad, He frniles and fpeaks his maker God • All nature joins to fhew thy praife: Thus God in ev'ry creature fhines; Fair is the book of nature's lines, But fairer is the book of grace. Pause. I love the volumes of thy word : What light and joy thofe leaves afford lo iouls benighted and diAre/l ' Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to ftray Y Thy promife leads my heart to red 6 From the difcov'ries of thy law The perfeft rules of life I draw • Thefe are my ft u dy an d delight : Not honey fo invites the tafte, Nor gold that hath the furnace paft Appear fo pleafmg to the fight. PSALM XX. 61 7 Thy threat'nings wake my flumb'ring eyes, And warn me where my danger lies; But 'tis thybleffed gofpel, Lord, That makes my guilty confeience clean, Converts my foul, fubdues my fin, And gives a free, but large reward. 8 Who knows the errors of 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 20. Long Metre, Prayer and Hope of Vittory, For a Day of Prayer in Time of War. * "\T OW ira >' the God of pow'rand graee X^ Attend bis people's- humble cry ! Jehovah hears wheB lfrael prays, And brings deliv'rance from on high. a The name of Jacob'* God defends, When bucklers fail and brazen walls ; He from his fanttuary fends Succour and ftrength when Zion call*. 5 Well he remembers all our fighs. His love exceeds our beft deferts : His love accepts the facrifice Of humble groans and broken hearts. 4 In his falvation is our hope, And in the name of Ifrael's God, Our troops fhall lift their banners up, Our natives fpread their flags abroad. 5 Some truft in horfes train'd for war, And fome of chariots make their boaft : Our fureft expectations are From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hofb. 6 [O may the mem'ry of thy name Inlpirc our armies for the fipht ' Our foes (hall fall and die with'thamr- Or quit the field with coward flight ^ i Now fave us Lord, from flavifh fear, Now let our hopes be firm and ft nil thy falvation (hall appear S And joy and triumph raife the fong. PSALM at. Common Metre. National BUfags acknoM ge d. i TN T thee, great God, with fongs of praifc ± Our favour'd realms rejoice • P ' And, bleft with thy falvation, ra ,f e To heav'n their cheerful voice. * TI *y f " r e defence, thro' nations round, Hath fpread our rifing name, And all our feeble efforts crown'd With freedom and with fame. 2 In deep diftrefs our injur'd land Jmplor'd thy power to fave; For life we pray'd ; thy bounteous hand The timely bleiTing gave. 4 Thy mighty arm, eternal Power, Oppos'd their deadly aim, In mercy fwept them from our fhore. And fpiead their fails with (hame. o On thee, in want, in woe or pain, Ou- hrarfs alone rely ; Our rights thy mercy will maintain, And all our wants fupply. 6 Th A S 'A°!" d ' thy WOna '>ous power declare, Mr A " d ft'» exalt thy ftme; While we g bd rcng, of praife prepare,. Jor thine Almighty name. D PSALM XXI, XXII. 6 3 PSALM art. 1 — 9. Long Metre. ChiiJ} exalted to the Kingdom. ^VID rejoic'd in God his ftrength, Rais'd to the throne by fpecial grace, But Chrijl the Son appears at length, Fulfils the triumph and the praife. 2 How great the bleft Meffiah'spy 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 lead requeft withhold : BlefTings of love prevent him fiill, And crowns of glory, not of gold.- 4 Honour and majefty divine Around his facred temples fhine :' Bleft with the favour of thy face, And length of everlafting days. 5 Thine hand fhall find out all his foes ; And Ss a fiery oven glows With raging heat and living coa's, So fhall thy wrath devour their fouls, - PSALM 22. 1—16. Firft Part. Common Metre. Tke Sufferings and Death of Chrijl. 1 \^7" HY has m y God m v fou l forfoofc, ' V V Nor will a fmile afford ? (Thus David once in anguifh fnoke, And thus our dying Lord.) a Though 'tis thy chief delight to dwell Among thy praifing faints, Yet thou canft hear our groan as well, % And pity our complaints. 3 Our fathers trufted in thy name, And great deliv'rance found s And I'm a woim rlefpis'd of men. And trodden to the ground. *4 PSALM XXII. 4 With (baking head they pafs me by, And laugh my foul to (corn : In vain he trnjls in God, they cry, Ncgktted and forlorn. 5 But thou art he who form'd my fjefn, By thine almighty word ; And fince I hung upon the bread My hope is in the Lord. « Why will my father hide his face When foes (land threading round, In the dark hour of deep diftfefs, And not an helper founds Pause. 7 Behold thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, By foes encompafs'd fierce and (Irong, As lions roaring loud. 6 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 heav'nly Father bruife The fon he loves fo well ? ao My God, if poflible it be, Withhold this bitter cup; But I refign my will to thee, And drink the forrows up. 41 My heart diflblves with pangs unknown, In groans I wafte my breath ; Thy heavy hand has brought me down, Low as the dufl of death. 12 Father, I give my fpirit up, And truft it in thy hand : My dying (lefh (hall reft in hope • And rife at thy command PSALM XXII. 65 PSALM 22. Ver. 20, 21, 27 — 31. Sec. Parf. C. M» Chri/l's Sufferings and Exaltation. 1 « X "[ O W from the roaring lion's rage, ±\ < l Lord, protecl thy Son, *'. Nor leave thy darling to engage 1 ' The powers of hell alone." % Thus did our fuff 'ring Saviour pray With mighty cries and tears, God heard him in the dreadful day, And ch'as'd away his fears. 3 Great was the vidVry of his death, His throne exalted high ; And all the kindreds of the earth Shall worlhip or fhail die. j± A num'rous offspring muft arife From his expiring groans ; They mall be reckon'd in his ey«s For daughters and for fons. 5 The meek and humble fouls mall ice His table richly fpread ; And all that feek the Lord mail bs With joys immortal fed. 6 The ides mail know the righteoufnefs Of our incarnate God, And nations yet unborn profefs Salvation in his blood. PSALM 22. Long Metre. Chri/l's Sufferings and Exaltation. 1 "\JOW let our mournful fongs record 1\1 The dying forrows of our Lord, When he complain'd in tears and blood, As one forfaken of his God. ft The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And (hake their heads and laugh in fcorn j " He refcu'd others from the grave, 44 Now let him try himfelf to fav». C3 M PSALM XXIII. 3 ft J h 'i ls the man did once pretend God was his father and his friend ; « IfGod the b,efred lov ' d h ''m fo, Why doth he fail to keep him now ?» 4 Oh lavage people ! cruel prion's ! How they {food round like raging beafts : Like lions gaping to devour. When God had left him in their power.' 5 ?n y n W ° Und h >'shead, h; -s hands, his feet, 1UI itreams of blood each other meet j By lot his garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which he died. € Bat God his father heard his cry ; Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high ; The nations learn his righteoufnefs, And humble finnera taite his grace. PSALM 23. Long Metre. €ed our Shepherd. a TVT Y She phfrd is the living Lord; 1YJ. Now fhall my wants be well fuppiy'd • His providence and holy word Become my fafety and my guide. 2 In paftures where falva*ion grows He makes me feed, he makes me reft, There jiving water gently flows, And all the food divinely bleft. 3 My wand'ring feet his ways miftake; But he reftores my foul to peace, And leads me, for his mercy's fake, In the fair paths of righteoufnefs. 4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale, Where death and all its terrors are, My heart and hope fhall never fail, For God, my fhepherd's with me there. 5 Amidft the darknefs and the deeps Thou art my comfort, thou my flay ; Thy ftafF fupports my feeble Heps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way. PSALM XXIII. Cj The fons of earth and fons of hell Gaze at thy goodnefs, and repine To fee my table fpread fo well With living bread and cheerful wine. [How I rejoice, when on my head Thy fpirit condefcends to reft ! 'Tis a divine anointing fhed, Like oil of gladnefs at a feaft. ! Surely the mercies of the Lord Attend his houfhold all their days : There will I dwell to hear his word, To fcek his face, and fing his praife.] PSALM 23. Common Metre* 1 T\/|Y Shepherd will fupply my need, -LVjL Jehovah is his name; In paftuies frefh he makes me feed, Befide the living ftream. 2 He brings my wand'ring 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 ; O may thy houfe be mine abode, And all my work be praife ! 6 There would I find a fettled reft, (While others go and come) No more a (hanger or a gueft, Bat like a child at home. C 4 r 68 PSALM XXIH, XXIV. PSALM B3. Short Metre. 1 HP HE Lord my fhepherd is, JL I (hall be well fupply'd; Since he is mine and I am his, What can I want befide ? 2 He leads me to the place, Where heav'nly pafture grows, Where living waters gently pafs, And full falvation flows. 3 If e'er I go aftray, He doth my foul reclaim, And guides me in his own right way, For his raoft holy name. 4 While he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear ; Tho' I fhould walk thro' death's dark fhadc, My fhepherd's with me there. 5 Amid furrounding foes Thou doft my table fprcad ; My cup with bleflings overflows, And joy exalts my head. 6 The bounties of thy love Shall crown my following days ; Nor from thy houfe will I remeve, Nor ceafe to feek thy praife. PSALM 24. Common Metre. Dwelling with God, 1 r_ pHE earth for ever is the Lord's X With Adanfs num'rous race; He rais'd its arches o'er the floods, And built it on the fea§. 4 But who among the fons of men May vifit thine abode ? He that has hands from mifchief clean, Whofe heart is right with God. PSALM XXIV. 69 3 This is the man may rife and take The bleffings of his grace; This is the lot of thofe that feck The God of Jacob's face. 4 Now let our foul's immortal pow'rs, To meet the Lord prepare, Lift up their everlafting doors, The king of glory's near. 5 The king of glory ! Who can tell The wonders of his might ? He rules the nations; but to dwell With faints is his delight. PSALM 24. Long Metre. Saints dwell in Heaven ; or, Chrijl's Afcenften. 1 >-TpHIS 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. ft But there's a brighter world on high, Thy palace, Lord, above the fky ; Who (hall afcend that bleft abode, And dwell fo near his Maker, God ? 3 He that abhors and fears to fin, Whofe heart is pure, whofe hands are cleaa, Him fhall the Lord, the Saviour blefs, And clothe his foul with righteoufnefa. 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. 3 Pause. 5 Rejoice ye mining worlds on high, Behold the King of glory nigh ; Who can this King of glo?y°be ? The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he. C 5 ?o PSALM XXV. 6 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves difplay, To make the Lord, the Saviour's 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* eternal gate, To give his faints a bleft abode, Near their Redeemer and their God. P S A L M 25. 1—11. Firjl Part. S. M. Waiting for Pardon and Dircdiorh 1 T LIFT my foul to God, X My truft is in his name ; Let not my foes that feek my blood Still tiidmph in my fhame. 3 Sin and the pow'rs of hell ?:> uade me to defpair ; Lord, make me know thy cov'nant we!l> That I may'fcapethe fnaie, g From beams of dawning light Tiil evriing fhades arife, For thy falvation, Lord, I wait, With ever-longing eyes. 4 r> member all thy grace, 'Aid lead me in thy truth ; Forgive the fms of riper days, And follies of my youth. ,5 The Lord isjuft and kind, I lie meek fhall learn his ways, And cv'ry humble fm'.er find The methods of his grace. t> For his own goo loefs fake He faves my foi , from fhame : He pardons (tho' my guilt be great} Thro' my Redeemer'* nasic PSALM XXV. li PSALM 25. 12, 14, to, 13. Second Part. Short Metre. Dnine h'firuciion. x XT THERE fhall the man he found, V V That fears t' offend his God, That loves the gofpel's joyful found, And trembles at the rod ? 2 The Lord fhall make him know The fecrets of his heart, The wonders of his cov'nant flsow, And all his love impart. 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 fouls fhall dwell ateafe Before their Maker's face, Their feed fhall tafte the promifes In their extenfive grace. PSALM 25. 15—22. Thud Part. Short Metre. Dijlrejs of Soul; or, Backjliding and Defrtion. 1 Ti /FINE eyes and my defire lVl Are ever to the Lord ; I love to plead bis promis'd grace And reft upon his word. 2 Turn, turn thee to my foul, Bring thy falvation near ; When will thy hand affift my feat 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 Doth but enlarge my woe ; My fpirit languifhes, my heart Is defolate and low. 72 PSALM XXVf . 5 With ev'ry morning light My forrow now begins ; Look on my anguifh and my pajn, And pardon all my fins. Pause. 6 Behold the holts of hell, How cruel is their hate ! Again!) my life they rife, and join Their fury with deceit. 7 Oh keep my foul from death, Nor put my hope to fhame, For I have plac'd my only truft In my Redeemer's name. 8 With humble faith I wait To fee thy face again ; Of Ifra'l it fhall ne'er be faid, He fought the Lord in vain. PSALM 26. Long Metre. Self-Exavrination ; or, Evidences of Grate. 1 TUDGE rat, O Lord, and prove my ways, ,J And try my reins, aud try my he-art : My faith upon thy promife (lays, Nor from thy law my feet depart. £ I hate to walk, I hate to fit With men of vanity and lies: T';e fcoffer and the hypocrite Are the abhorrence of mine eye6. 3 Among ft thy faints will I appear Array'd in robes of innocence ; But when I ftand before thy bar, The blord of Chrijl is my defence. 4 1 love ihy habitation, Lord, The temple where thine honours dwell •, There fhall I hear thy holy word, And there thy works of wonder teli. PSALM XXVII. 73 c Let not mv foul be join'd at laft With men of treachery and blood, Since I mv days on earth have paft Among the faints and near my God. PSALM 17. 1—6. Firfi Part. The Church is our Delight and Safety. i ' | n HE Lord of glory is my light, JL And my falvaiion too; God is my ftr'ength ; nor will I fear What all my foes can do. 2, One privilege my heart defires ; Oh grant me mine abode Among the churches of thy faints, The temples of my God. 3 There fhall I offer my requests And fee thy beauty ftill : Shall hear thy meffages of lov«, And there enquire thy will. 4 When troubles rife, and ftorrns appear, There may his children hide ; God has a ftrong pavilion, where He makes my foul abide. s Now fhall my Read be lifted high Above my foes around, And fongs of joy and victory Within thy temple found. PSALM 27. Ver. 8, 9, 13, 14- Second Part. C. M, Prayer and Hope. 1 QOONT as I heard my father fay, O IC Ye children, feek my grace" My heart rcply'd without delay, « Pllfeek my Father's face." 2 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. 74 PSALM XXVIII. 3 Should friends and kindred near and dear Leave me to want or die. My God will make my life his care, And all my need fupply. 4 My fainting flefh had dy'd with grief, Had not my fou! belicv'd, To fee thy grace provide relief, Nor was my hope deceiv'd. 5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling fa r n'j, And keep your courage up ; He'll raife your fptrii when it fjints, And far exceed your hope. PSALM 28. Long Metre, God the Refuge of the AJliHed. 1 »~pO thee, OLord, I raife my cries; X My fervent prayer in mercy hear ; For ruin waits my trembling foul, H thou refufe a gracious ear. 2 When fuppliant (ow'rd thy holy hill, I lift my mournful hands to pray, Afford thy grace, nor drive rrre fti!!, With impious hypocrites away. 3 To fons of falfehood, that defpife The works and wonders of thy rei lvraintj in f orediftrefS( «y faith approach his Saviour, God ; I hen grant, O Lord, thy pard'ning grace, Aud feed thy chsrch with heav'nly food. PSALM XXIX, XXX. 7 PSALM 29. Long Metre. Storm and Thurder. 1 /""N IVE to the Lord, ye forts of fame, \JX Give to the Lord renown and pow'r, Afcribe due honours to his name, And his eternal might adore. 1 The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud Thro' ev'ry ocean, ev'ry land ; His voice divides the wat'ry cloud, And light'nings 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 tenor of the found. 4 To Lebanon he turns his voice, And lo, the {lately cedars break ; The mountains tremble at the noife, The Vuliies roar, the deferts quake. g The Lord fits fov 'reign on the fbod, The thund'rer, reigns for ever king ; But makes his church his bleft abode, Where we his awful glories fing. 6 In gentler language, there the Lord The counfel cf his grace imparts ; Amidft the raging ftorm, his word Speaks peace and courage to our hearts. PSALM 30. FirJ Part. Long Metre> Sicknefs healed, and Sorrows removed. 1 T WILL extol thee, Lord, on high, JL At thy command difeafes fly : Who btit a God can fpe<=k 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. 7<5 PSALM XXX, XXXI. 3 His anger but a moment flays ; His love is life and length of days • Tho' grief and tears the night employ, I he morning ftar reftores the joy. P S A L M 30. Ver. 6. Second Part. Long Metre- Health, Sicknefs, and Recovery. i TpiRM was my health, my day was bright, A And I prefum'd 'twould ne'er be night : Fondly I faid within my heart, «■ Pleasure and peace, Jliallne'er depart." 2 But I forgot thine arm was ftrong, Which made my mountain ftand folong ; Soon as thy face began to hide, My health was gone, my comforts died. 3 I cried aloud to the« my God " Whatcanft thou profit by my blood ? " Deep in the duft can I declare 11 Thy truth, or fing thy goodnefs there ? 4 " Hear me, O God of grace, I faid, " And bring me from among the dead :" Thy word rebuk'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 fackcloth on the ground, And eafe and gladnefs gird me round. 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame, Shall ne'er be filent of thy name ; Thy praife fhall found thro' earth and heav'a, For ficknels heal'd and fins forgiv'n. PSALMsi.r^ia-TQ,^,^. Fir ^ Partt CM Deliverance from Death. 1 nr° th «, O God of truth and love, JL Myfpirit I commit; Thou haft redeemed my foul from deatfe, And lav 'a me from th^. PSALM XXXI. 77 2 Defpair and comfort, hope and fear Maintain'd a doubtful ftrife ; While forrow, pain, and fin confpir'd To take away my life. 3 " My time is in thy hand, I cry'd. « Though I draw near the duji :" Thou art the refuge where I hide, The God in whom I truft. 4 Oh make thy reconciled face Upon thy fervant fhine, And fave me for thy mercy's fake, Tor I'm entirely thine. Pause. 5 'Twas in my hafte, my fpirit faid, " Imujl defpair and die, " / am cut off before thine eyes;" But thou haft heard my cry. 6 Thy goodnefs how divinely free? How fweet thy fmiling face, To thofe that fear thy majefty, And truft thy promis'd grace. j Oh love the Lord, all ye his faints, And fing his praifes loud ; He'll bend his ear to your complaints, And iecompenfe the proud. PSALM 31. Ver. 7-33. xi— 21. Second Part. C. M, Deliverance from Slander and Reproach. a TV ffY neart apices in thy name, jyjL My God, my heav'nly truft; Thou haft preferv'd me free from fhame, Miae honour from the duft. ?, « My life is fpent with grief, 1 cry'd, " My years confum'd in groans, « My ftrength decays, mine eyes are dry'd, " And forrcw waftes my boaes." 7\ PSALM XXXII „ Among mine enemies my name A proverb vile waa grown, While to my neighbours I becora. Forgotten and unknown. ' 4 Slander and fear on ev'ry fide, Seiz'd and befet me round,' I to thy throne of grace apply'd, And fpcedyrefcue found Pause. 4 How great deliverance thou has wrought Before the fons of men! S T « lying lips to filence brought, / nd made their boafting vain ! ^ShX™ fr ° m the ftrlFe of tongue, Shall thy pavilion fide. & Guard I th,ra from infamy and wrongs, And crufh the fons of pride. Within thy fecret prefence, Lord, ■Ut me for ever dwell; No fenced city wall'd and barr'd Secures a faint fo well. p S A L M 32 . Short Metre< Forgivenefs of Sins upon Confttfton. 1 H b,cffcd fouIsa re they V/ Whole fins are cover'd o'er : Divinely blcft, to whom the Lord Imputes their guilt no more. 2 They mourn their follies part And keep their hearts with care; Th » r .'P«"d lives without deceit Shall prove their faith fincere. 3 w T h ;Vf on f ccal ' dm y g"ilt, ireltthefeftVingwound, T'-l^ou.sdnnnnstothee, And ready pardon found. PSALM XXXII. 79 4 Let Tinners learn to pray, Let faints keep near the throne : Our help in times of deep diftrefs, Is found in God alone. PSALM 32. Common Metre. Free Pardon andfincere Obedience; or, Covjejfion and Forgivenefs. 1 T TOW bleft the man to whom his God li. No more imputes his fin, But walh'd \a the Redeemer's blood Hath made his garments clean! 2 And bleft beyond expreffion ; :e, Whofe debts are thus difcharg'd? While frv/in the guilty bondage free He feels his foul enlarg'd. 3 His fpirit hates deceit and lie?.. His words are all fincere : He guards his heart, he guards his eyes, To keep his coafcie.oce clear. 4 While I my inward guilt fuppreft, No quiet could I find ; Thy wrath lay burning in my breaft, And rack'd my tonur'd mind. 5 Then I confe's'd my troubled thoughts, My fecret fins reveal'd, Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults, Thy grace my pardon feal'd. 6 This lhall invite thy faints to pray ; When like a raging flood Temptations rife, our ftrength and flay Is a forgiving God. PSALM 32. Firjl Part. Long Metre. Repentance and free Pardon ; or. Justification and Santlification . BLEST is the man, for ever bleft^ Whofe guilt is pardon'd by his God , Whofe fins with forrow are confefs'd And cover'd with his Saviour's blood. ! Bef O P , SAL , MXXXIr ' XXX "t- » Before his judgment feat the Lord He rXT 6 Permit - S his crim « t0 rife j «e pl^ds no merit of reward, And not on works but grace relies. 3 From guile his heart and lips are free, His humble joy, his holy fear, With deep repentance well agree, And jom to prove his faith fmcere 4 H °tJ!°uT S i5 i hat ri ^oufnefs Whil . » ' 5S u and C f ncds a11 his fras •' W ^ eab "ght evidence of grace Thro »6h all hu life appcts^dftiine.. A,ut L r M r- 3Z ' S " * dF «»' Long Metre. WiV keCp fl,eiJce and conceal What to^entlT f* Wi ' hin »7 ^ whai:ro^ fttx^ ienccfcci! ?hf g0 A d r pCaks a Pining WO rd, Thine holy fpiritfeal«ihegr«te 3 ^[.^.^J^'ry humble foul Mak e fwiftaddrcffes to thy feat- i Here : ihall they find a bleft retreat. 4 Si W ^ benealh th V ™ngs I lie, Shall guide me fafe from evVyfnare "^fwr**** C ~ Metre. Worh & Crtatim and Prwiface 1 R EJ Th ICE ' l C , ri ' ghte0US ' in th eLord, c- rT hlS work bel ongs to you • Sing of his name, his ways, his word How holy, juft and true ' PSALM XXXIII. 8t >t His mercy and his righteoufnefs Let heav'n and earth proclaim : His works of nature and of grace Reveal his wond'rous name. 3 His word, with energy divine, Thofe heav'n ]y 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 knowj And ftill their ftation keep. 5 Ye tenants of the fpacicus earth, With fear before him. ftand ; He fpake, and nature took its birtb, And refts on his command. 6 He fcorns the angry nation's rage, And breaks their vain defigns; His counfel Hands thro' ev'ry age, And in full glory fhines. PSALM 33 Second Part. Common M«$re, Creatures vain; and God All-fufficient. i T>LEST is the nation, where the Lord X) Hath fix'd his gracious throne; Where he reveals his heav'nly word, And calls their tribes his own. a 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 horfc Can his bold rider fave. 4 Vain is the flrength of hearts or mea, Nor fprings our fafety thence ; But holy fouls from God obtain A ftrong and fure defence. ** PSALM XXXIII. 5 God is thru- fear, and God their truft : When plagues or famine fpread, His watchful eye fecures the iuft, Among ten thoufand dead. And blefs us from thy throne; And tr'ft T^ tHy W ° rd ° ur choi <*> And truft thy grace alone. P S A L M 33. As the t 13th Pfalm. Firji Pari. Works of Creation and Providence. 1 V E v h ° ly fmiIs in God re J°»ce, CrZ? UT M " ke f S Praife becomes your voice, Great is your theme, your fongs be new S«Bg of h,s name, his word, his^wayC His works of nature and of grace, How wife and holy, juft and true! 2 Behold, to earth's remote!! 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 colleds the flowing feas; Thofe wafry treafures know their place, And fill the ftore-houfe of the deep : < He Ipake, and gave all nature birth ; And fires and feas, and heav'n and earth His everlafting orders keep. 4, Let mortals tremble and adore A God of fuch refiftlefs pow'r, Nor dare indulge their feeble rage : Vain are your thoughts and weak y'our hands, iiut his eternal counfel ftands, And rules the world from age to age. 1 PSALM XXXIII, XXXIV. S< ?SALM 33. As the 1 13th Pfalm. Second Part. Creatures vain, end God M-fujfiaent. 1 /~\H happy nation, where the Lord V_/ Reveals the treafure of his word, And builds his church, his earthly thr»ne ! His eye the heathen world furveys, He form'd their hearts, he knows their ways, But God their Maker is unknown. S 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 dangers threat'ning ftand l Thy watchful eye prcferves 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 34. Fitft Part. Long Metre. God 's Care of his Saints ; or, Deliverance by Prayer, LORD, I will blefs thee all my days, Thy praife fhall dwell upon my tongue : My foul fhall glory in thy grace, While faints rejoice to hear the fong. Come, magnify the Lord with me, Let ev'ry heart exalt his name ; I fought th' eternal God, and he Ha& not expos'd my hope to fham&. *4 PSALM XXXIV. 8 r to '<3 him all my fecret grief, My fecret groanings reach'd his ears; "e 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 fhinq, A beam of mercies from the fkies Fills them with light and love divine. 3 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 tiuft 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 fupplies of real good. PSALM 34. n-^ I2 . Second Part. Long Metre. C Religious Education; or, InJlruEliont of Piety . HILDREN, in years or knowledge young, Your parents' hope, your parents' ioy, Attend the counfels of my tongue, Let pious thoughts your minds employ. » If you defire length of days, And peace to crown your mortal flatc, Reftram your feet from impious ways, Your lips from flander and deceit. 3 The eyes of God regard his faints^ His ears are open to their cries ; He fets his frowning face againft The fons 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. 5 He teHs their tears, he counts their groans. His Son redeems their fouls from death ; H's fpirit heals their broken bones, His praife employs their tuneful S?eath. PSALM XXXIV. g* ?SALM 34. 1—10. Firji Part. Com. Metre, Prayer and Praife for eminent Deliverance, 1 I'LL blefs the Lord from day to day } JL How good are all his ways ! Ye humble fouls that ufe to pray, Come help my lips to praife. e Sing to the honour of his name, How a poor fuff'rer cry'd, Nor was his hope expos'd to fhame, Nor was his fuitdeny'd. I When threat'ning forrows round me flood, And endlefs fears arofe, Like the loud billows of a flood, Redoubling all my woes. ^ I told the Lord my fore diftrefs, With heavy groans and tears ; He gave my fharpeft torments eafe> And filene'd all my fears. P A tJ S 3. 3 [Oh firmers, come and tafte his lovej Come, learn his pleafant 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 heav'nly care prevents, No earthly tongue can tell.] 7 [Oh love the Lord, ye faints of his; His eye regards the juft, How richly bleft their portion is, Who make the Lord their truft ! o Young liens pinch'd with hunger ro&fy And famifh in the wood : But God fupplies his holy poor With ev'ry needful pood.l 8 35 PSALM XXXIV, XXXV. P S A L M 34. u— 22. Second Part. C. U. Exhortation to Peace and Holinefs. 1 /^OME, children, learn co fear the Lord, V>l And I hat your days be long, Let not a falfe or fpiteful word Be found upon your tongue, e Depart from mifchief, pra&ife love, Puifue the works of peace; So mail the Lord your ways approve, And let your fouls at. eafe. 3 His eyes awake to guard the juft, His ears attend their cry ; When broken fpirits dwell in duft, The God of grace is nigh. 4 What tho' the forrows here they tafte Are fharp and tedious too, The Lord who faves them all at laft, Is their fupporter now, $ Evil mall finite the wicked dead ; But God fecures 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 ledeem'd their fouls. PSALM 35. Ver. i 2 , 13, , 4 . C. M. Love to Enemies; or, the Love of Chrijl to SinncfS typified in David. 1 T£ E " OL , D theI °ve, the gen'rous love U That holy David fhows ; Behold his kind compaffion move Eoi his affliaed foes. 2 When they are fick, his foul complains, And feems to feel the fmart ; The fpint of the gofpel reigns, And melts his pious heart. PSALM XXXVI. 8; 3 How did his flowing tears condole As for a brother dead ! And fading mortify'd his foul, While for their life he pray'di They groan'd, and curft him on their bed, Yet fiill he pleads and mourns ; And double bleffings on his head The righteous God returns. j O glorious type of heav'nly grace ! Thus Chrijl the Lord appears ; While finners curfe, the Saviour prays, And pities them with tears. 6 He, the true David, Ifr&'J'& king, Bieft and belov'd of God, To fave us rebels dead in fin Paid his own deareft blood. PSALM 36. 5—9. Long Metre. The Perfections and Providence of Ged; or, General Providence and Special Grace. 1 TTIGH jn the heav'ns, eternal God, IjL Thy goodnefs in full glory fhines ; Thy truth fhall break through ev'ry cloud That veils and daikcns thy defigns. B For ever firm thy juftice Hands, As mountains their foundations keep; Wife are the wonders of thy hand, Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 Thy providence is kind and large, Both man and bead thy bounty (hare; The whole creation is thy charge, But faints are thy peculiar care. 4 My God, how excellent thy grace ! Whence all our hope and comfort fprin3 fo PSALM XXXVII. 7 How excellent his love, Whence all our fafety fprings ! Oh never let my foul remove From underneath his wings. PSALM 37. 1— 1 5 . Firjl Part. CM. The Care of Envy, Fretfuhefs and Unbelief; or, tl Rewards of the Righteous and the Wicked. a TX THY fhould I vex my foul, and fret VV To fee the wicked rife ? Or envy fmners waxing great, By violence and lies ? 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 practife 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 cheerful wait his will ; Thy hand which guides my doubtful feet, Shall my defiles fulfil. 5 Mine innocence fhalt thou difplay, And make thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day, And glorious as the noon. € 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. P A ¥ S E. 7 Reft in the Lord, and keep his way, Nor let your anger rife, Though Providence fhould long delay, To punifh haughty vice. PSALM XXXVII. 9* 8 Let Tinners join to break your peace, And plot, and rage, and foam ; The Lord derides them, for he fees Their day of vengeance come. fa They have drawn out the threat'ning fword, Have bent the murd'rous bow, To flay the men that fear the Lord, And bring the righteous low. xo My God fhall break their bows, and burn, Their perfecting darts, Shall their own (words againft them turn, And pierce their flubborn hearts. PSALM 37. Ver. 16, 21, 26—31 . Second Part. C. M. Charity to the Poor ; or, Religion in Words and Deeds. 1 \ X 7 HY <*oth tne wealt hy wicked boaft, VV And grow profanely bold ? The meaneft portion of the juft, Excels the (inner's gold. 2 The wicked borrows of his friencls, But ne'er defigns to pay ; The faint is merciful and lends, Nor turns the poor away. J 3 His alms with lib'ral heart he gives Amongft the fons of need ; His mem'ry to long ages lives, And bleffed is his feed. 4 His lips abhor to talk profane, To flander or defraud ; His ready tongue declares to mea What he has leam'd of God. 5 The law and gofpel of the Lord Deep in his heart abide; Led by the fpirit and the word His feet fhall never Aide. 6 When finners fall, the righteous Hand Preferv'd From ev'ry fnare ; They fhall pofTefs the promis'd land, And dwell for ever there. D4 $* PSALM XXXVII, XXXVIII, PSALM 37. Ver. 23—37. Third Part. CM. 7_he Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked. 1 1VT Y God ' thc fte P s °*" P ious me ° J-VX Are order'd by thy will ; Though they (hou'd fall, they rife again, Thy hand fupports them ftill. a The Lord delights to fee their ways, Their virtues he approves ; Lle'll ne'er deprive them of his grac«, Nor leave the men he loves. 3 The heav'nly heritage is theirs, Their.portion and their home ; He feafts them now, and makes them heirs Of bleffings 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. P A U 6 L. $ The haughty finner have I feen, Not fearing man nor God, Like a tali bay-tree fair and green, Spreading his arms abroad. # And lo, hevanifh'd from the giound, Deftroy'd by hands unfeen ; Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found Where all that pride bad been. 7 But mark the man of righteoufnefs, His fev'ral fteps attend ; True pleafure runs thro' all his ways, And peaceful is his end. PSALM 38. Common Metre. Guilt of Confcience and Relief; or, Repentance ani Prayer Jor Pardon and Health. X A MIDST thy wrath remember love, «*>. Rellore thy fervant, Lord, Nor let a Father's chaft'ning prove Like an avenger's fwoid, PSALM XXXVIIf. 93 2 Thine arrows ftick within my heart, Myflefhis forely prefl; Between the "forrow and the fmart My fpirit finds no reft* 3 Mv fms 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 finks my comforts down j And I go mourning all the day Beneath my Father's frown. k Lord I am weaken'd and difmay'd, None of my pow'rs are whole ; My wounds with piercing anguifh bleedj The anguifh of my foul. 6 All my defires to thee are known, Thine eye counts ev'ry tear, And ev'ry figh and ev'ry groan Is notic'd by thine 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 foes rejoice wheneVr I Hide, To fee my virtue fail ; They raife their plcafures and their pride , Whene'er their wiles prevail. 9 But I'll confefs my guilty ways, And grieve for all my fin ; I'll mourn how weak the feeds of grace, And beg fupport divine. 10 My God, forgive my follies part, And be for ever nigh ; O Lord of my falvation hafte, Before thy fervant die.] D 5 94 PSALM XXXIX. PSALM 39- Ver.x, 2,3. Firf. Part. Com. Metre. Watchfulness over the Tongue ; or, Prudence and Zeal. 1 'T^HUS 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." 2 Whene'er conftrain'd a while to ftay With men of lives profane, I'll fet a double guard that day, Nor let my talk be vain. I'll fcarce allow my lips to fpeak The pious thoughts I feel, Left feoffors fhould th' occafion take To mock my holy zeaL jl Yet if forne proper hour appear, I'll not be over-aw'd, But let the fcoffing tinners hear That we can fpeak for God. PSALM 39. 4' 5> 6 > 7- s econd Part. C. M. The Vdnity of Man as Mortal. 1 npEACH me the meafure of my days, JL Thou maker of my frame; I would furvey life's narrow fpace, And learn how frail I am. 2 A fpan is all that we can boaft, An inch or two of time: Man is but vanity and duft In all his flow'r and prime, 3 See the vain race of mortals move Like fhadows o'er the plain : They rage and ftrive, defire and love, But all the noife is vain. 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy fhow, Some dig for golden ore, They toil for heirs, they know not whe, And ftrait are km a© more. PSALM XXXIX. 95 e What fhould I wifh or wait for then From creatures, earth and duft ? They make our expectations vain, And difappoint our truft. 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond defires recal ; I give my mortal intereft up, And make my God my all. PSALM 39. Ksr.9— 13- Third Part. CM. Sick-Bed Devotion ; or, pleading without repining. 1 (T* OD of my life, look gently down, V_T Behold the pains I feel ; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare difpute thy will* 2 Difeafes are thy fervants, Lord, They come at thy command ; I'll not attempt a murm'ring word, Againftthy chaft'ning hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy fharp rebukes : 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 pow'rs can ae'er wrthftand, And all our beauty's loft. j I'm but a ftranger here below, As all my fathers were ; May I be wel^jvepar'd to go» When I thy'fummons hear I 6 But if my life be fpar'd a while Before my laft remove, Thy praife fhall be my bus'nefs ftill, Aad I'll declare thy Iove» s 5 P S A L M XL. P S A L M 40. Ver. 1, 2, 3, 5, 17. rirjlftf*. Common Metre. A Song cf Deliverance fom great Dijirefs. t T Waited patient for the Lord, X He bow'd to hear my cry ; He faw me refting on his word, And brought fatvation nigh. £ He rais'd me from a horrid pit, Where mourning lon£ I lay, And from my bonds releas'd my feet, Deep bonds of miry clay. 3 Firm on a rock he made me (land, And taught my cheerful tongue To praifethe wonders of his hand, In a new thankful fong. 4 I'll fpread his works of grace abroad ; The faints with joy fhall hear, And finners learn to make my God Their only hope and fear, c 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 affiitted, poor and low, And light and peace depart, My God beholds my heavy woe, And bears me on his heart. PSALM 40. Ver. 6 — 9. Second Pc;/. Com. Metre. The Incarnation and Sacrifice of Chrijl. 1 nplllo faith the Lord, " your work is*vain, 1 «' Give your burnt ofFiings o'er, la dying goals and bullock's (lain •« M\ foul delimits no more," PSALM XL 57 a Then fpake the Saviour, »< Lo I'm here, « My God, to do thy will; « Whate'er thy facred books declare » Thy fervant (ball fulfil. 3 « Thy law is ever in my fight, " 1 keep it near my heart ; « Mine eyes are open'd with delight " To what thy lips impart." 4 And fee the bleft Redeemer comes, Th' eternal fon appears, And at th' appointed time aliumes The body God prepares, c Much be reveal'd his Father's grace, And much his truth he ftiow d, And preach'd the way of righteoufne.ii Where great affembhes ftood. 6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart} He pity'd finners cries, And to fulfil a Saviour's part Was made a facrificei Pause. » No blood of beafts on altars fhed ' Could wafh the confeience clean. But the rich facrifice he paid Atones for all our fin, 8 Then was the great falvation fpread, And Satan's kingdom (book J Thus by the woman's promis d feed The ferpent's head was broke. PSALM 40. Vcr. 5-10. Long Metre. Chriji our Sacrifice. * HP HE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, X Exceed our praife, furmount our thonghs \ Should I attempt the long detail, My fpeech would faint, my numbers tail, 9$ PSALM XLI. a No blood of beads on altars fpilt, Can cleanfe the fouls of men from guilt ; But thou haft fet before our eyes An all-fuflicient facrificc. 3 Lo thine eternal Son appears, To thy defigns he bows his ears ; AfTumes a body well prepar'd, And well performs a work fo hard. 4 ** Behold I come, (the Saviour cries, M With love and duty in his eyes,) 11 I come to bear the heavy load " Of fins, and do thy will, my God. § 'Tis written in thy great decree, " 'Tis in thy book foretold of me, H I mull 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 crofs I'm lifted high, •' Or to my crown above the fky. 7 •« The fpirit fhall defcend and fhow " What thou haft done and what I do ; « { The wond'ring world fhall learn thy grace, M And all creation tune thy praife." P S A L M 41. Ver. 1, 2, 3. Long Metre. Charity to the Poor; or, Pity to the Afflitted. 1 TTLEST is the man, whofe breaft can move, JD And melt with pity to the poor, Whofe foul, by fympathizing love, Feels what his fellow fainfs endure. 2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do + He in the time of gen'ral grief Shall find the Lord hath mercy too. 3 His foul fhall live fecure on earth With facred bleffings on his head, When drought, and peftilence, and dearth, Around him multiply their dead. PSALM XLII. 59 a Or if he lar.guifh on his couch, God will pronounce his fins forgiv'ri, Will fave him with a healing touch, Or take his willing foul to heav'n. PSALM 42. 1—9. Fuji Part. C. M. Defer Hon and Hop; ; or, Complaint of Abjtnce from. public Worjhip. X "TTTITH earneft longings of the mind, V V My God, to thee I look ; So pants the hunted hart to find, And tafte the cooling brook. « When (hall 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 controal, " And whcre's your God at laji ?" 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. 6 But why, my foul, funk down fo far Beneath this heavy load ? My fpirit, why indulge defpair, And fin againft my God ? 7 Hope in the Lord whofe mighty hand Can all thy woes remove ; For I fhall yet before him ftand, And Sng reftoring love. PSALM 42. 6—11. Second Part. Melancholy Thoughts reproved; or, Hope in Affliftian. l "\lfY fpirit finks within me, Lord, JYX But I will call thy name to mind, And times of paft diftrefs record, When 1 have found my God was kind. too PSALM XLIH. e Huge troubles with tumultous noife Sweil like a fea, and round me fpread ; The rifing waves drown all ray joys, And roll trcmend'ous o'er my head. g Yet will the Lord command his love,, When I addrefs his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The r.ignt fha)l 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 loul that groans beneath thy ftroke ?" 5 I'll chide my heart that fiuks fo low, Why mould my foul indulge her grief; Hope in the Loid and praife him too ; He is my reft, my fure relief. S My God, ray moft exceeding joy, Thy light and truth fhali guide me ftill, Thy word fhall my beft thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heav'nly hill. P S A L M 43. Common Metre. Safety in divine Protc8ion. 1 JUDGE me", O God, and plead my caufc, ^J Againft a finful race; From vile oppreffion and deceit Secure me by thy grace. 2 On thee my fledfaft hope depends, And am I left to mourn ? To fink in forrows, and in vain Implore thy kind return ? 3 O fend thy light to guide my feet, And bid thy truth appear, Conduct me to thy holy hill, To tafte thy mercies there. 4 Then to thy altar, O my God, My joyful feet fhall rife, Ard my triumphant fongs fhall praife The God that rules the ikies. PSALM XLIV. 101 £ Sink not my foul, b?neath thy fear, Nor yield to weak defpair; For I fhall live to praife the Lord, And blefs his guardian care. PSALM 44. Vtr. x, «, g, 8, 15, 26. C. M. The Church's Complaint in Perftcuiion. X T ORD, we have heard thy works of oldj I j Toy works of pow'r and grace, When to oor ears our fathers told, The wonders of their days. 2 They faw the beaut'ous churches rife, The Threading gofpel run ; While light and glory from the fkies Through all their temples fhon«. 2 In God they boafted all the day, And in a cheerful throng Did thoufands meet to praife and pray, And grace was all their fong. 4 But now our fouls are feiz'd with fhame, Confofion fills our face, To hear the enemy blafpheme, And fools reproach thy grace. g Yet have we not forget our God, Nor falfely dealt with beav'n, Nor have our fteps declin'd 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 forgj Hard by the gates of death. P a v S e. 7 We are expos'd all day to die, As martyrs for thy name ; As fheep for (laughter bound we liej Asd wait the kindling fla»e. 102 FSAL M XLV. 8 Awake, arife, almighty Lord, Why fleeps thy wonted grace ? Why fhould we feem like men abhor'd, Or banifh'd from thy face ? 9 Wilt thou for ever cafl. us off, And Mill neglect our cries? For ever hide thine heav'nly lore From our affli&ed eyes ? io Down to the duft our foul is bow'd, And dies upon the ground ; Rife for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their pow'rs confound. IS Redeem us from perpetual fhame, Our Saviour and our God ; We plead the honours of thy name, The merits of thy blood. PSALM 45 . Short Metre. The Glory of Chrift. The Saccefs of the Gofprf t and the Gentile Church. 1 TVT Y Saviour and m y Kin s» xVX Thy beauties are divine ; Thy lips with bleffings overflow, And ev'ry grace is thine. 2 Now make thy glory known, Gird on thy dreadful fword, And rife in majeity to fpread Theconquefts of thy word. 3 Strike through thy ftubbom foes, Or make their hearts obey, Whilejuflice, meeknefs, grace and truth Attend thy glorious way. 4 Thy laws, O God, are right, Thy throne ihall ever ftand ; And thy victorious gofpel prove Afceptrein thy hand. PSALM XLV. 103 [5 Thy Father and thy God Hath without meafure fhed His fpirit like a grateful oil T' anoint thy facred head.] [6 Sehold at thy right hand The Gentile church is feen, A beaut'ous 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. 8 O let thy God and King Thy fweeteft thoughts employ ; Thy children fhall his honour ling, And tafte the heav'nly joy. f SALM 45. Common Metre. The perfonal Glories and Government of Ckrij*. 1 T'LL fpeak the honours of my King, X His form divinely fair; None of the fons of mortal race M3y with the Lord compare. 2 Sweet is thy fpeech, and heav'nly graee Upon thy lips is fhed; Thy God with bleflings infinite Hath crown'd thy facred head. 3 Gird on thy fword victorious Prince, Ride with majeflic fway ; Thy terror fhall ftrike through thy foes, And make the world obey. 4 Thy throne, O God, for ever ftands, Thy word of grace fhall prove A peaceful fceptre in thy hands, T» rule thy faints by love. 104 PSALM XLV 5 Jujce and truth attend thee ftill. But mercy is thy choice : w£. od ' a hy God ' th y fouI fl»u fin With moft peculiar joys. P S A I M 45 . ^ /^ Long Metre< 73< G/,ry */ ChriJI, and Power of his Go/pel. 1 XT°^ b f m ^ heart inf P ir '<* ^ »ng i .f J r e g ? "1* of m y Saviour Ki 4 Jefus the Lord ; how heav'nly fair 6 * Hts form! how bright his beauties are! * O'er all the fons of human race He tomes with far fuperior grace, h° V 5[\°% his IJ P S divinel y fl ows, And bleffings all his ftate compofe. 3 Drefs thee in arms moft mighty Lord, Gird on the terror of thy fword, In majefty an-J glory ride With truth and meeknefs at thy fide. 4 I hi ,? e an & cr ' like a pointed dart. Shall pierce the foes of ftubborn heart : Or words of mercy kind and fweet fchall melt the rebels at thy feet. 6 Thy throne, O God, for ever ftands, Grace 1S the fceptre in thv hands ; Thy laws and works are juft and right But grace and juftice thy delight. 6 God, thine own God has richly fhed His oil of gladnefs on thy head ; u" A" h his facred f P irit b,cf s'd His fuft born Son above the reft. PSALM 4 S . Second Pan. Long Metre. Ckrijl an d hh Church; or, the mtflical Marriage. 1 r F H f ; J Kil l? ° f faints > how fair h's face, A Adorn'd with majefty and grace ! He comes with bleffings from above, Aed wins the patios to his love. PSALM XtVI. ios 2 At his right hand our eyes behold The Queen array'd in pureft gold ; The world admires her heav'nly drefs ; Her robes of joy and righteoufnefa. 3 He forms her beauties like his own, He calls and feats her near his throne; Fair ftranger, let thine heart forget The idols of thy native flate. 4 So fhall the King the more rejoice In thee the fav'rife of his choice j Let him be lov'd and yet ador'd, For he's thy Maker and thy Lord, 5 Oh happy hour, when thou fhaltrife To his fair palace in the fkies, And all thy fons, (a nutn'rous train) Each like a prince in glory reign. 6 Let endlefs honours crown his head J Let ev'ry age his praifes fpread ; While we with cheerful fongs approve The condefcenhon of his love. PSALM 46. Firji Part. Long Metre* The Church's Safety and Triumph among national !&' folations. l /"^ OD is the refuge of his faints, V_X When dorms of fharp diftrefs invade ; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him prefent with his aid. i Let mountains from their feats be hurl'd. 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* *o6 PSALM XLV1 4 There is a ftream, whofe gentle flow Supplies the city of our God' And '& ? " d j ° y ^ 8 Iidin « thro ' - ~TY? at nn o ollr d»vme abode. ; 5 ThatVaored ftream, thine holy word, Supports our faith, our fear controuls, oweetpeace thy promifes afford, And give new ftrength to fainting foul,. 6 ^i*. en J°! her Monarch's love, *eTire azafnft a threat'ning hour: - { Nor career firm foundation move h Built on fys truth ar^d arm'd with pow£ ^SAL^M 46. hondPart* Long Metre. '• Sights for lis C$ck. 1 J ET \ ion * n her Kijftr JL.J Th«|tyrants ragem ( ^-le uttcrs#ts almighty vaicj M nations melt,* the I Lord of old Sr 5 Jacob's God is ft.i Behold the wo^^u '[.„ What deflations he has 3 From fea to fea, through all\.,_ He makes the noife of battle c< When from on high his thun< He awes the trembling worlc 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the fpear, Chariots he burns with heav'nly flam 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, « p W A-lf kn °, Wn and fear ' d abr °ad, out lull my throne in Zi 9n Hands." PSALM XL VI I, XLVHI. 107 6 O Lord of hods, almighty King, While we fo near thyprefence dwell, Our faith fhall fit fecure and fing, Nor fear the raging pow'rs of hell, PSALM 47. Common Metre, Chrijl afcending and reigning, * /*"\ H f° r a fhout of facred joy K^J To God the fov 'reign King 1 Let ev'ry land their tongues employ, * . ^ And jpymns of triumph fing. # Jfefus o&r God afcends on high ; His heav'nly guards around- Attend him rifing thro' the fky, With trumpets joyful found. g While angels fhout and praife their King, * . « Let mortals learn their ftrains; Let all the earth his honours fing ; O'er all the earth he reigns. * 4 Rehearfe his praife with awe profound, V Let knowledge guicfe the fong; Nor mock him with alldemn* found k UpoiTa thoughtlefs tongue. £ In JfraU flood his^nkient throne, He lov'd that choten race ; But now he callithe world his own, And 4 hea < th.ens'tafte his grace. 6 The' Gen|l& nations are the Lord's, Ther ofbrakav:' « God is known ; While pow'rs and princes, fhields and fwords Submit before his throne. PSALM 48. 1—8. Firji Part. S.M. The Church is ike Honour and Safety of a Natim. 1 r/^i RE AT is the Lord our God, LVjT And let his praife be great; He makes the churches his abode, His moft delightful feat. ioS i>3ALM XLVIII-: 2 Thcfe temples of bis grace, How beautiful they ftand ? The honours of our native place, And bulwarks of our land.] 3 In Zior, God is known A refuge in diftrefs ; How bright has his falvation fhone, How fair his heav'nly grace ? 4 When kings againft her join'd, And faw the Lord was there, In wild ronfufion of the mind They fled with halty fear. 5 When navies tall and proud Attempt to fpoil oar peace, He fends his tempeft roaring loud, And finks them in the feas. 6 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often feen, Hew well our God feturcs the fold Where his own flocks have been. 7 In ev'ry new diftrefs We'll to his houfe repair, Recal to mind his wond'rous grace, And feck deliv'rar.ce there. PSALM 4.8. 20—14. Second Part. S. U, The Beauty of the Church ; or, Gofpel Worjhip and Order 1 TT'AR as thy name is known Jj The world declare* thy praife; Thy faints, O Lord, before thy throne Their fongs of honour laile. at With joy thy people ftand On Z?o»'s'chofen hill, Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, And counfels of thy will. 3 Let (hangers walk around The city where we dwell, Compafs and view thine holy ground And mark the building well. PSALM XLIX. 109 4 The orders of thy houfe, The worfhip of thy court, The cheerful fongs, the folemn vows, And rrrake a fair report. 5 Hovv decent and how wife! How glorious to behold J Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, And rites adorn'd with gold. 6 The God we worfhip now Will guide us 'till we die; Will be our God while here below, And ours above the fky. PS AL M 49- rer. 6-1 4. FirjlPart. Com. Metre. Pnde and Death; or, the Vanity of Life and Richts. 1 \\/ H Y doth the man of riches grow V V To mfolence and pride, To fee his w ahh and honours flow With ev'ryriflng tide? 2 [Why doth he treat the poor with fcom, Made of the felf-fame clay, And boail as though hisflefh was born Of better duft than they ?] 3 Not all his treafures can procure His foul a fhort reprieve, Redeem'dfrom death one guilty hour, Or make his brother live. 4 Eternal life can ne'er be fold, The ranfom is too high ; Juftice wiil ne'er be brib'd with gold, That man may never die. $ He fees the brutifh and the wife, The ti oi'rous and the brave Quit their poffeflions, clofe their eyes. And haften to the grave. 6 Y « *i S *) is inward thoL «ght and pride, "My houfe fhall ever Hand -«n U4iia ; i/VIh • my name mav long abide "A 11 give it to my land." E 1IO PSALM XLIX. 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 aft their works again, q Men void of wifdom and of grace, Tho' honour raife them high, Live like the beaft, a thoughtlefs race, And like the beaft they die. io [Laid in the grave like filly fheep, Death triumphs o'er them there, Till the laft trumpet breaks their fleep, And wakes them in defpair.] P S A L M 49. Ver 1 4, 15. Second Part. Com. Metre. Death and the RefurrtBion, 1 \7"E fons of pride, that hate the juft, X And trample on the poor, When death has brought you down to duft, Your pomp (hall rife no more. 9 The laft great day mall change the fcene; When v/ill 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'dfrom the world away, And break rhe prifon of the grave, To raife my mouM'ring clay. 4 Heav'n is my everlaRin^ home, Th' inheritance is furc; Let men of pride their rage refume, Du: I';] repine no more. PSALM XLIX, L. ,'„ PSALM 49. Long Metre. The rich Sinner's Death, and the Saint's Refurreffion. 1 \\T H Y do the proud infult the poor, V V And boaft the large eftates they have ! How vain are riches to fecure Their haughty owners from the grave ! * They can't redeem an hour from death With all the wealth in which they truft; A or give a dying brother breath, VV hen God commands him down to daft. 8 I h u e , the dark eart h™d difmal made Shall cl arp their naked bodies round ; That flefh fo delicately fed L:es cold, and moulders in the ground. 4 Like thoughtlefslheep the firmer dies, And leaves his glories in the tomb ; I he faints (hall in the morning rife. And hear th* oppreffor's awful doom. 5 His honours perifh in the duft, And pomp and beauty, birth and blood : *hat glorious day exalts tbejuft 1 o full dominion o'er the proud. S My Saviour (hall my life reftore And r a,fe me from my dark abode; Myllefhandfoul/hallpartnomore But dwell forever near my God f A rtLf^ 1 '- 6 - FlrJlP ^ C - Metre, TThelafl Judgment; or, the Saints regarded. Bids^/wh^ Ju te bef0re his &«*• Bids the whole eanh draw nigh. The nations near the rifing fun. And near the Wejlcrn fky No more (hall bold blafphemers fay, Judgment will ne'er beg in ; No more abufe his long^delay To impudence and fin. Ea ii2 PSALM L. 3 Thron'd on a cloud our God (hall come, Bright flames prepare his way, Thunder and darknefs, fire and ftorm. Lead on the dreadful day. 4 Heav'n from above his call fhall hear, Attendiug angels come, And earth and hell fhall know and fear His Jufticeand their doom. 5 *' But gather all my faints (he cries) " That madetheir peace with God, M By the Redeemer's facrifice, « And feal'd it with his blood. € •* Their faith and works brought forth to light, " Shall make the world confefs M My fentence of reward is right, " And heav'n adore my grace." PSALM 50. ttr, 10, it, 14, 15,23. Second Par Common Metre. C'btdience is better than Sacrifice. 1 rpHUS faith the Lord, "the fpacious fxel^ JL " And flocks and herds are mine, '• O'er all the cattle of the hills 11 I claim aright divine. 8 " I afk no fheep for facrifice, " Nor bullocks burnt with fire; m To hope and love, to pray and praife, " Is all that I require. 3 " Invoke my name when trouble's near, " My hand fhail fet thee free ; « Then fhall thy thankful lips declare " The honour due to me. a " The man that offers humble praife, « Deflates my glory beft ; « And thofe that tread my holy waysj «« Shall my falvation tafle." PSALM L. 113 PSALM 50. Ver. 1, 5 , 8, 16, 21, 22. TfoW Pa/if. Common Metre. The Judgment of Hypociites. 1 T X THEN Chrifl to judgment mall defcend, V V And faints furround their Lord, He calls the nations to attend, And hear his awful word. 2 " Not for the want of bullocks flain " Will I the world reprove ; " Altars and rites, and forms are vaia M Without the fire of love. 3 "And what have hypocrites to do " To bring their facrifice? *« They call my ftatutesjuft and true, •* But deal in theft and lies. A c< Could vou expeft to '(cape my fight, " And fin without controul; « But I fhall bring your crimes to light, t; With arguiih in your foul." 5 Confider, ye, that flight the Lord, Before his wrath appear ; If once you fall beneath his fword, There s no deliv'rer there. PSALM 50. Long Metro Hypccrify expofed. x r I S HE Lord, the Judge, bis churches warns, JL Let hypocrites attend and fear, Who place their hope in rites and forms, But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehearfe his name With lips of lalfehood and deceit; A ftiend or brother they defame, And footh and flatter thofe they hate. 3 They watch t) do their neighbours wrong, Yet dare to feek their Maker's face; They take his cov'nant on their tongue, But break his laws, abufe his grace. "4 PSALM L. 4 To heav'n they lift their hands unclean, Defil'd with luft, dcfil'd with blood; By night they pra&ife every fin, By day their mouths draw near to God. $ And while his judgments long delay, They grow fecure and fin the more ; They think he fieeps as well as they, And put far off the dreadful hour. 6 Oh dreadful hour! when God draws near, And fets their crimes before their eyes! His wrath their guilty fouls (hall tear, And no deliv'rer dare to rife. PSALM 53 . To a new Tune. The loft Judgment. * r F N HELord, the fov'reign fends his fnmmons forth, X. Calls thejouik nations, and awakes the north', From Eafl to Weft the founding orders fpread Thro' diftant worlds and regions of the dead; No more (hall atheifts mock his long delay ; Hisveng'ance fieeps no more; behold the day. 2 Behold, the Judge defcends, his guards are nigh, Temped and fire attend him down the fky ; Heav'n. earth and hell, draw near; let all things To hear his juftice and the Tinner's doom; [come But gather firftmy faints (the Judge commands) Bring them, ye angels, from their diftant lands. 3 Behold, my cov'nant (lands forever good, Seel'd by th' eternal facrifice in blood, And fign'd with all their names ; the Greek the Jen That paid the ancient worfhip or the new, There's no diftinftion here, prepare their thrones, And near me feat my fav'mes and my fons. j. I, their 3hnighty Saviour and their God, I am their Judge ; Ye heav'ns proclaim abroad My jufl eternal fentence, and declaie Thofe aweful truths, that finners dread to hear; Sinners in Sion, tremble and retire ; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. PSALM L. 115 k 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 ftor» Of brutal off 'rings that were mine before ; Mine are the tamer beads and favage breed, [feed. Flocks, herds, and fields, and forefts where they 6 If I were hungry, would I afk thee food ? When did I thiift, or tafte the viftim's blood ? Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy folemn chatt'rings and fantaftic vows ? Are my eyes charm'd thy veftments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold ? 7 Unthinking wretch ! how could'ft thou hope to A God, a fpirit, with fuch toys as thefe ? [pleafe While with my grace and ftatutes on thy tongue Thou lov'ft deceit, and doft thy brother wrong ; In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adult'rers are thy chofen friends. 8 Silent I waited with long-fufP ring love, But didft thou hope that I fhould ne'er reprove ? And cherifh fuch an impious thought within, That God the righteous would indulge thy fin ? Behold my terrors now ; my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty foul. 9 Sinners, awake betimes : ye fools, be wife; Awake before this dreadful morning rife ; [mend, Change your vain thoughts, your finful works a- Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge yourfriend ; Left like a lion his laft veng'ance tear Your trembling fouls, and no deliv'rer near. PSALM 50. To the old proper Tune. Thelaji Judgment. 1 r "P'HE God of glory fends his fummons forth, JL Calls ihc foutfi nations and awakes the north', From eajl to weft the fov 'reign orders fpread, Thro' diftant worlds and regions of the dead. The ttumpet founds, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices ; Lijt up your heads , ye faints, with cheerful voices, E 4 ii6 PSALM L. 2 No more fhall atheifts mock his lone delay; Hisveng'ance fleeps no more : behofd the day; Behold the Judge defcends; his guards are nigh; Tempeff and fire attr-nd him down the fky. When Cod appears, all nature /hall adore kirn ; While fritters tremble, faints rejoice before him. 3 " Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things " To hear myjufricc and Lhefinner's doom: [come " But gather firftmy faints, the Judgecommands: 4t Brins; them, ye angels, from their diflant lands. When Chrijl returns, wake ev'ry cheerful 'paffion ; Andfhout, ye faints, he comes for your filvation. 4 " Behold my cov'nant Hands forever good, " Seal'd by th' eternal facrifice in blood, i: Andfign'd withalltheirnames; the Greekthe Jew " That paM the ancient worfhipor the new. There's no difiinclion here; join all your voices* And raife your heads, ye faints, for heav'n rejoices. $ " Here (faith the Lord) ye angels fpread their throneSj " ^vnd near me feat my fav'rites and my fous, " Come, my redeem'd, pofTel's the joys prepar'd *' Ere time began, 'tis your divine reward. When Chrijl returns, wake ev'ry (Jieeiful pajjion ; Andfhout, ye faints, he comes for your falvation. Pause the Firft. 6 " I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God, '< The lov'reign Judge : ye heav'ns proclaim abroad " My juft eternal fenience, and declare " Thbfe awful truths tha- finners dread to hear. When God appears all nature /hall adore him, While Jin tiers tremble, faints rejoice before him. 7 "Stand forth, thou bold blafphemer and profane, " Now it-el my wrath, nor call my threatnmgs vain; " Thou hypocrite, once dreft in faint's attire, " 1 doom ihe painted hypocrite to fire, Judgment proceeds hell trembles, heav'n rejoices ; Lift up your heads, ye faints, with ckeerjul voices. PSA L M L. 117 3 " 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 ftore " Of brutal off 'rings that were miue before. Earth ?'j the Lord's, all nature fhall adore him ; IVhi'c /inner s tremble, pints rejoice before htm. g " If I were hungry, would I afk thee food ? " When did I thirft or drink thy bullock's blood ? " Mine are the tamer beafts and favage breed,- " Flocks, herds, and fields, and fore Ms where they All is the Lord's, he rules the wide creation ; [feed. Gives finners veng'ance, and the faints falvation. 10 " Can I be flatterM with thy cringing bows, " Thy folemn chatt'rings andfantaftic vows ? " Are my eyes charm'd thy veftments to behold, 11 Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold ? God is the judge of hearts, no fair difguifes Canfcreen the guilty when his vengeance rifes. - P a u s 2 the Second. M " Unthinking wretch ! how could'ft thou hope to » ' A God, a fpint, with fuch toys as thefe ? [plea'V " While with my grace and ftatutes on thy ton>ue ^ Thou lov'ft deceit, and do'ftthy brother WForig. Judgment proceeds, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices; °* Lift up your heads, ye faints, with cheerful voices. 12 « In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretend*- !! L h u e , VeS u an r d ,r d n k ' rers are ^V chofen friends ; While the falfe flatt'rer at my altar wair s , ' His harden'd foul divine inftruftion hares. God is the judge of hearts, no fair difiwfes Canfcreen the guilty when his vengeance rifes. * 3 £ , ,, D Sil ?r,J waifed wilh Jong fuff 'ring love j But dm ll thou hope that I fhould ne'er reprove ? And chenfh fuch an impious thought within, " Tnat the All-Holy would indulge .fay f n ? See God appears, all nations join V adore him ; Judgment proceeds, and finners fall before him £5, n8 PSALM LI. 14 il Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, " And thy own crimes affright thy guilty foul; " Now like a lion fhall my vengeance tear " Thy bleeding heart, a»d no deliv'rer near. Judgment concludes, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye faints, iviih cheerful voices. Epiphonema. J5 M Sinners awake betimes ; ye fools be wife ; " Awcke 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, wake ev'ry cheerful paffion ; When Chrrjl returns, he comes for your falvatwn. PSALM 51. Fir fl Part. Long Metre. A Penitent pleading for Pardon. 1 QHOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, O Let a repenting rebel live; Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a tinner truft in thee? 2 iMv crimes are grert, but can't furpafs The pow'r and glory of thy grace; Great God, ?hv nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found ! j O wafh my foul from ev'ry fin, And make my guilty cinfeience clean ; Hereon my heart the burden lies, And pad offences pain mine c)(S. 4 My lips with fhame mv fins confers Againft thy law, : race; Lord, fhould thy judgment grow fevere, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear? 5 Should fudc.en vengearjee feize my breath, I mufl pronounce thee juii in death ; And if my foul were fent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. PSALM LI. 1*9 6 Yet favea trembling (inner, Lord, Whofe hope ftiU hov'ting round thy word, Would light on fome fweet promife there, Some fure fupport againft defpair. PSALM 51. Second Part. Long Metre. Original and atluai Sin confejjed. 1 T ORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in fin, I 1 And born unholy and unclean, Sprung from the man whofe guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all. ft Soon as we draw our infant breath, The feeds of fin grow up for death ; The law demands a perfect heart ; But we're dehTd in ev'ry part. [Great God create my heart anew, And form my fpirit pure and trne; Oh make me wife betimes to fpy My danger and my remedy.] 4 Behold I fall before thy face ; My only refuge is thy grace; No outward foims can make m?, clean i The leprofy lies deep within. ^ No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beaft, Nor hylop-branch, nor fprinkling priefl, Nor running brook, nor flood, nor fea, Can wafh the difmal ftain away. 6 jfefusy My God, tiny blood alone Hath pow'r fufficient to atone ; Thy blood can make me white as fnow; No Jevuijk types could cleanfe rne fo. * While guilt difturbs and breaks my peace, Nor fiefh nor foul hath reft or eafe ; Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice ; And make my broken heart rejoice. J2o PSALM LI. PSALM 51. ThhdPart. Long Metre. The Bachjlider reftored; or. Repentance and Faith in ■ the Blood of Ckrijl. OThou that hear 'ft when tinners cry, Though all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book, a Create my nature pure within, And form my foul aveife to fin : Let thy good fpiii' ne'er depart, Norh.de 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 1 fall no more. 4 Though I have gi iev'd thy fpirit, Lord, Thy help and comfort flili afford, And let a wretch con.e near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy Son. 5 A broken heart my God, my King, Is all the facrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er defpife A broken heart for facrifice. 6 Mv foul lies humbled tn the duft, And owns thy dreadful fentence jufl ; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And fave the foul condemn'd to die. 2 Then will 1 teach the world thy ways ; Sinners (hall learn thy fov 'reign grace ; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they fhall praife a pard'ning God* 8 O may thv love infpire my tongue ! Sa \ation fhall be all myfong: An And c^oofe the road to death; But in theworfhip of my God I'll fpend my daily broth. 2 Mv thoughts adrlrefs his throne, Wnen morning bnn^s me light; I feek hisblcffii-us fv'rv noon, And pay my vows at night. ia6 PSALM LVI. 3 Thou wilt regard my cries, O my eternal Cod, While finners perifh in furprifc Beneath thine angry rod. 4 Becaufe they dwell at eafe, And no fad changes feel, They neither fear nor truft thy nan*, Nor learn to do thy will. $ But I with all my cares, Will lean upon the Lord ; I'll call my burdens on his arm, And reft upon his word. 6 His arm fhall well fuftain The children of his love; The ground on which their fafety ftands, No earthly pow'r can move. F S A L M 56. Common Metre. Deliverance from Opprejion and Falfehood: or, God's- Care of his People, in anfwer to Faith and Prayer. 1 (~\ Thou whofejuftice reigns on high, \^J And makes th* oppreflor ceafe° Behold how envious finners try To vex and break my peace. % The fons of violence and lies Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly dangers rife, My refuge is thy word. 3 In God moftholy, juft, and true, I haverepos'd my truft; Nor will I fear what flefh can do, The offspring of the duft. 4 They wreft my words to mifchief ftill, Charge me with unknown faults ; For mifchiefa all their counfels fill, And malice all their thoughts. V PSALM LVII. 1S.7V Shall they efcape without thy frown? Muft their devices ftand ? Oh caft the haughty finner down, And let him know thy hand ! Pause. God fees the forrows of his faints, Their groans affecf his ears ; Thy mercy counts my juft complaints, And numbers all my tears. When to thy throne I raife my cry, The wicked fear and flee : So fwift is pray'r to reach the fky, So near is God to me. 8 In thee, moll holy, juft, and true, 1 have repos'd my truft ; Nor will I fear what man can do, The offspring of the duft. 9 Thy folemn vows are on me, Lord, Thou (halt receive my praife ; I'll fing, how faithful is thy word! How righteous all thy ways ! 10 Thou haft fecur'd my foul from death, Oh fet thy pris'ner free, That heart and hand, and life and breath May be employ'd for thte. PSALM 57. Long Metre. Praife for Protection; Grace and Truth. 1 T\/T Y God in whom are all the fprings, XVX Of boundlefs love and grace unknown, Hide me beneath thy fpreading wings, Till the dark cloud is overblown. 2 Up to the heav'us I fend my cry, The Lord will my defires perform; He fends his angel from the fky, Aad laves me from the threai'mng dorm. i£8 PSALM LVIII. 3 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. 4 My heart is fix'd ; my long (hall raife Immortal honours 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 iky ; His truth to endlefs years remains, When lower worlds diffolve and die, € 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. PSALM 5 8. As the 113th Pfalm, Warning to Magijiratts. 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 finncrs 'fcape fecure, While gold and greatnefs bribe your hand 2 ft Have ye forgot, or never knew That God will judge the judges too ? High in the heav'ns his juilice reigns; Yet you invade the righis of God ; And fend your bold dr-crees abroad To bind the confcicnce in your chains* 3 A poifon'd arrow is your tongue, The arrow fharp, the poifon Itrong, And death attends where'er it wounds; You hear no counfels, cries or tt.ais; So the deaf adder Hops her e;irs! Agairift the pow'r ot charming founds. PSALM LIX. 4 Break, out their teeth, eternal God; Thofe teeth of lions dy'd in bJood ; Arid crufh the ferpents in the duft, As empty chaff, whenwhirlwinds rife, Beforethe fweeping tempeft flies, So let their hopes and names be lofl, 5 Th' Almighty thunders from the fky, Their grand'ur melts, their tides die,. As hills of fnow diffolve and run, Or fnailsthat perilh in :heir flime, Or births that come btiore they- time, Vain binhs that never fee the fun. 6 Thus fhall the veng'ance 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, u A God that hears his children cry, " And will their fuff'rings well repay.' PSALM 59 . Short Metre. Prayer for national Deliverance * 1 TT R ° M foes ' that roun d us rife, _L O God of heav'n, defend, Who brave the veng'ance of the fkies, And with thy faints contend. 2 Behold, from diftant mores, And defert wilds they come, Combine for blood their barb'rous force, And thro* thy cities roam. 3 Beneath the filent fhade, Their facred plots they lay, Our peaceful walls by night invade, And wafte the fields by day. 4 And will the God of grace, Regard lefs of our pain, Permit fecu re that impious race, To riot in their reign ? Uo PSALM LX. 5 In vain their fecret guile, Or open force they prove; His eye can pierce the deeped veil, His hand their ftrength remove. 6 Yet fave them, Lord, from death, Left we forget their doom ; But drive them with thine angry breath, Thro' diftant lands to roam. 7 Then fhall our grateful voice Proclaim our guardian God ; The nations round the eaith rejoice, ■And found thy praife abroad. PSALM 6o. Common Metre. Looking to God in the Di/lrefs of War. 1 T °t> R D , , th ° U haft fcoar g' d ol "- guilty land, ■L-J Benold thy people mourn; Shall veng'ance ever guide thy hand ? And mercy ne'er return ? a Beneath the terrors of thine eye, Earth's haughty tow'rs decay; Thy frowning mantle fpreads the iky, And mortals melt away. 3 Our Sion trembles 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 barb'rous 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 num'rous pow'rs unite, Againft thy lifted rod. 5 Our troops, beneath thy guiding hand, Shall gain a glad renown: 'Tis God who makes the feeble ftand, And treads the mighty down. PSALM LXI, LXII. i 3 i PSALM 61. Ver. 1-..6. Short Metre. Safety in God. 1 \A7' HE ^ T ovcrwhelrn ' d with g»-ief, VV My heart within me dies, Hclplefs and far from all relief To heav'n I lift mine eyes, a O lead me to the rock. That's high above my head, And make the covert of thy wings My fhelter and my fhade. 3 Within thy prefence, Lord, For ever I'll abide ; Thou art the tow'r 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. PSALM 6a. Ver. 5 — 12. Long Metre. NoTruJl in the Creatures; or, Faith in Divine Gract and Power. 1 l\/f Y ^ nit lo °k s to God alone ' 1VJL My rock and refuge is his throne j In all my fears, in all my ftraits, My foul on his falvation waits. 2 Trufthinj, ye faints, in all your ways, Pour out your hearts before his face; "When helpers fail, and foes invade, God is our all-fufficient aid. 3 Falfe are the men of high degree, The bafer fort are vanity ; Laid in the balance both appear Light as a puff of empty air. 4 Make not increafing gold your truft, Nor fet your hearts on glitt'ring duft ; Why will you grafp the fleeting fmoke, And not believe what God has f joke ? 132 PSALM LXIII. 5 Once has his awful voice declar'd, Once and again my ears have heard, '* All power is his eternal due ;" He mult be fear'd and trufLed too. 6 For fov'reign pow'r reigns not alone, Grace is a partner of the throne: Thy grace and julhce, mighty Lord, Shall well divide our lait reward. PSALM 6 3 Ver. i, 2 , 5 , 3, 4 . Fi) .n ?afU Common Metre. The Morning of a Lord's Day. l T?ARLY 5 my God, without delay, JLL I hafte to feek thy face ; My thirfty fpirit faints away Without thy cheering grace. 2. So pilgiims on the fcorching fand Beneath a burning fky, Long for a cooling ftream at hand, And they muft drink or die. 3 IVe feen thy glory and thy pow'r Thro' all thy temple fhine^ My God, repeat that heav'nly hour, That vifion fo divine. 4 Not all the bleffings of a feaft Can pleafe my foul fo well, As when thy richer grace I tafte, And in thy prefence dwell. 5 Notlife itfelfwith all its joys, Can my bed pjflions move, Or raife fo high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love. 6 Thus till my laft expiring day I'll blcfs my God and King ; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to fing» PSALM LXIII. tn PSALM e 3 .Ver. 6- ;10 . Second Part. Com. Metre. Midnight Thoughts raolUaed. 4 ''T^WASinthe watches of the night 1. I thought upon thy pow'r, I kept thy lovely face in fight Amidft the darkeft hour. t Myflcfh lay refting on rny bed, My foul arofeon high; My God, my life, my hope, I faid, Bring thy falvation nigh. 3 My fpirit labours up thine hill, And climbs the heav'nly road ; But thy right hand upholds me ft'ill. While I purfue my God. * Th J, mercv ftre tches o'er my head The fhadow of thy wings; M L hCart re J oices in thine aid, My tongue awakes and fings. $ But the deftroyers of my peace Shall fret and rage in vain; The tempter fhall for ever ceafe, And all my Cms be fiain. 6 Thy fword fhall give my foes to death, And lend them down to dwell In the dark caverns of the earth, Or in the deeps of hell. PSALM 6 3 , Long Metre. longing after God; or, The Love of God better than Life. 1 ri R ^u ATG ° d ' indu] gemyhumbleclairn, V^ Thou art my hope, m v joy, my reft: I he glories that compofe thy name Stand all engag'd to make me bleft. 2 Thou great and good, thousand wife, Thou art my Father and my God; And I am thine by f acie d ties; 1 ny Ion, thy fervant bought with blood. F r i4 PSALM LXIII. 3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands- For thee I long, to thee I look, As travellers in thinly lands Pant for the cooling water brook. 4 With early feet I love t' appear Among the faints, and feek thy face; Oft have 1 i'een thy glory there, And felt the pow'r of fov'reign grace. 5 Not fruits, nor wines that tempt oui tafte, : No pleafures that to fenfe belong, Could make me fo divinely blelt, Or raife fo high my cheerful iong. 6 My Hfe itfelf without thy love No tafte or pleafure could aiford ; 'Twould but a tirefome burden prove,. If I were banifh'd from the Lord. 7 Amidft the wakeful hours of night, When bufy cares afflict my head, One thought of thee gives new delight,. And adds refrelhment to my bed. 8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raifc my voice, While I* have breath to pray orpraife;. This wotk (hail make my heart rejoice, And blefs the remnant of my days. PSALM 63. Short Metre. Seeking God. * 1\/fY God., permit my tongue Jl^X Thisjoy, to call thee mine j. And let my early cries prevail To taut thy love divine. a My thirfry fainting foul Thy mercy docs implore : Not travellers in defert lands Can pant for water more. 3 Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place, Thy pow'r and glory to behold}. And feel thy quick'ning gr bca -PSALM LXIV. 4 For life without thy love No rclifh can afford; No joy can be compar'd with this, I'o ferve and plcafe the Lord. 5 To thee I'll lift my hands, And praife thee while I live;. Not the rich dainties of a feaft Such food or pleafuregive. 6 In wakeful hcurs of night, I call my God to mind; I think how wife thy counfels arc,. And all thy dealings kind. 7 Since thou halt been my help, To thee my fpirit flies, And on thy watchful providence, My cheerful hope relies. 8 The fhadow of thy wings, My foul in fafety kee^s: I follow where my Father leads, And he fupp ,rts my Reps. P S A L M 64. Long Metre. 1 R ? AT G ° d ' atlend t0 m y complaint. V^T Nor let my drooping fpirit faint: When foes in fecret fpread the fnafc. Let my lalvation be thy care, a Shield me without and guard within, From treach'rous toes and deadly fin* May envy, luft, and pride depart. And heav'nly grace expand my heart, 3- Thyjufticeand thy pow'r difplay, And fcatter far thy foes away; While lul'ning nations learn thy won 1 , And faints triumphant blcfs the Lord. 4 Then fhall thy church exalt her voice' And all that love thy name Rjcice; By taith approach thineawful ihronc, And plead the merits of thy Son. Fa W5 i 3 5 PSALM LXV. PSALM 65. Ver. 1—5 Fit ft Part. Long Metre. Public Prayer and Praife. x 'THHE praife of Sion waits for thee, X My God; and praife becomes thy houfe; There fhall thy faints thy glory fee, And there perform their public vows. 2 O thou whole mercy bends the fkieg To fave when humble finners pray ; All lands to thee fhall lift their eyes, And ev'ry yielding heart obey. 3 Againft my will my fins prevail, But grace fhall purge away the {taint The blood of Chrift will never fail To wafh my garments whiteagain. 4 Blefl is the man whom thou fhalt choofe, And give him kind accefs to thee; Give him a place within thy houfe, To taftethy love divinely free. Pause. g Let Babel fear when Sion prays; Babel prepare for longdiflrefs, When Sion's God himfelf arrays In terror and in righteoufnefs. 6 With dreadful glory God fulfils What his amifted faints requeft ; And with almighty wrath reveals His love to give his churches reft. 7 Then fhall the flocking nations run To Sion's hill and own their Lord ; The rifing and the fetting fun Shall fee the Saviour's name ador'd. PSALM 65. Ver. 5-* 3 Second Part. Long Metre. Divine Providence in Air, Earth and Sea ; or, the God of Nature and Grace. THE God of our falvation hears The groans of Sion mix'd with tears ; Yet when he comes wub kind defigns, Thro' all tha way his terror fhincs. PSALM LXV. 137 a 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. $ Sailors that travel o'er the flood, Addrefs their frighted fouls to God, When tempefts rage and billows roar At dreadful diftance from the fhore. 4 He bids the noify tempefts ceafe : He calms the raging crowd to peace, When a tumultous nation raves Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. g Whole kingdoms fhaken by the ftorm, He fettles id a peaceful form ; Mountains eftablifh'd by his hand Firm on their old foundations ftand. 6 Behold his enfigns fweep the fky, New comets blaze and lightnings fly ; The heathen lands with fwift furprife, From the blight horrors turn their eyes. 7 At hie 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. 8 Seafons and times obey his voice; The ev'ning and the morn rejoice To fee the earth made foft with fhow'rs, Laden with fruit and dreft in flow'rs. 9 'Tis from his wat'ry ftores on high, He gives the thirfty ground fupply : He walks upon the clouds, and thence Doth his enriching drops difpenfe. 10 The defert grows a fruitful field, Abundant fruit the vallics yield ; The vallies fhout with cheerful voice, Aud neighb'ring hills repeat their joyi. F 3 3- 3 8 PSALM LXV. ii Thepafturesfmile in green array, There lambs and larger cattle play ; The larger cattle and the lamb, Each in his language fpeaksthy name. 12 Thy works pronounce thy pow'r divine; O'er ev'ry field thy glories thine; Thro' cv'ry month thy gifts appear : Great God, thy goodnefs crowns the year ! T S A L M 6j. Firjl Part. Common Metre. A P 'raver-hearing God, and (he Gentiles called. i T>RAISE waits in Sion, Lord, for thee, J_ There fnall our vows be paid .; Thou hall an car when finners pray, Allflelh flxal! fcek thine aid. 2 Lord, our iniquities prevail, Butpard'ning grace is thine, And thou wilt grant us pow'r and (kill To conquer ev'ry fin. $ Bleft are the men whom thou wilt choofe To bring them near thy face, Give them a dwelling in thine houfe, Tofeaflupon thy grace. 4 In anfw'ring what thy church requefts, Thy truth and terror fhine, And works of dreadful righteoufnefs, Fulfil thy kind defign. 5 Thus fhall the wond'ring nations fee The Lord ii good and juft ; And diftant i Hands fly to thee, And make thy name their truft. 6 They dread thy glitt'ring tokens, Lord, When fi^ns in hcav'n appear ; But they fhall learn thy holy word, And love as well as fear. PSALM LXV. 139 PSALM 65. Second Part. Common Metre. The Providence of God in Air, Earth and Sea ; or, the Blejfings of Rain. 1 'HP I S by thy ftrength the mountains ftand, X God of eternal pow'r ; The fea grows calm at thy command, And tempefls ceafe to roar. 2 Thy morning light and ev'nlngfhade Succeffive comforts bring; Thy plenteous fruits make harveft glad, Thy flow'rs adorn the fpring. 3 Seafons and times, and moons and hours, Heav'n, earth and air are thine; When clouds diftil in fruitful fhow'ri, The author is divine. q Thofe wand'ring cifierns in the fky Borne by the winds around, Whofe wat'ry treafures well fupply The furrows of the ground. 3 The thirfly ridges drink their fill, And ranks of corn appear ; Thy ways abound with bleflings Mill, Thy goodnefs crowns the year. P S A L M 65. Third Part. Common Metre, The Blejingt of the Spring ; or, God gives Rain. A Pfalm for the Hufbandman. •* /~> O O D is the Lord, the heav'nly King, VjST Who makes the earth his care ; Vifits the pafturcs ev'ry fpring, And bids the grafs appear. e The clouds like rivers rais'd on high, Pour out at his command •Their wat'ry blefiiu^s from the fky, To cheer the tbirfty land. P 4 140 PSALM LXVI. 3 The foften'd ridges of the field Permit the corn to fpring : The vallies rich provifion yield, And the poor lab'rers fing. 4 The little hills on every fide Rejoice at falling fhow'rs, The meadows drefs'd in beauteous pride Perfume the air with flow'rs. 5 The barren clods rcfrefh'd with rain Piomifeajoyfu] crop; The parched grounds look green again, And raifethe reaper's hope. 6 The various months thy goodnefs crowns, How bounteous are thy ways ! The bleating flocks fpread o'er the downs, And fhepherds fhout thy praife. PSALM 66. Firjl Part. Common Metrt, Governing Power and Goodnefs ; or, our Grace tried by AJfltdion. i QING, all ye nations to the Lord, O Sing with a joyful noife; With melody of found record His honours and your joys. S Say to the Pow'r that form'd the fky, " How terrible art thou ! *' Sinners before thy prefence fly, " Or at thy feet they bow." 3 [Come fee the wonders of our God, How glorious are his ways? In Moles' hand he put the rod, And clave the frighted feas. 4 He made the ebbing channel dry, While Ifr'el pafs'd the flood; There did the church begin their joyy And triumph in their God.] PSALM LXVI. i 4 i 5 He rules by his refiftlefs might : Will rebel-mortals dare Provoke th' Eternal to the fight, And tempt that dreadful war ? 6 Oh 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 fufPring fouls, To make our graces fhine ; So filver bears the burning coals, The metal to iefine. 8 Thro' -wat'ry deeps and fiery ways We march at thy command, Led to poffefs the promis'd place By thine unerring hand. PSALM 66. Ver. 13-22. Second Part. Com. Metre. Praife to God for hearing Prayer. 1 N V^W^ [° lemn vows be P^ L X lo that Almighty Pow'r, That heard the long requefts I made In my diftrefsful hour. 2 My lips and cheerful heart prepare To make his mercies known • Come ye that fear my God, and hear The woimers he has done. 3 W I he fou X m ;: k u 3d hL '* e forrow * fell, I fought the heav'nly aid ; And death's eternal fhade 4 If finlaycoverMinmyheart Nor t! 3d ^ OWn me "o regard. ' Nor I hispraifesfung. 5 But God (his name be ever Weft) Has fet my fpirir free • ' Nor turn'd from him my poor reciuefr Nor tum'd his heart from tt F 5 i 4 2 PSALM LXVII, LXVIII. PSALM 67. Common Metre. The Nation's Profperity, and the Church's Intreafe,. x Q H I N E, mighty God, on Sion mine, O With beams of heav'nly grace; Reveal thy pow'r thro' all our coafts> And fhow thy fmiling face. 2 [A mid ft our realm exalted high Do thou our glory ftand, And like a wall of guardian fire Surround the fav'rite land.] 3 When fhall thy name from fhore to fhorr Sound all the earth abroad ; And diftant nations know and love Their Saviour and their God. 4 Sir>£ to the Loid, ye diftant lands, Sing loud with folemn voice; Letev'ry tongue exalt his praife, And ev'ry heart rejoice. 5 lie, the great Lord, the fov'reign Judgfj That fits enthrOn'd above, In wifdom lules the worlds he made, And bids them tr.fte his love, vs Earth (hall obey bis high command, And )ic:ld a full increaie : Oar God will crown his chofen land With fiuitfulncfs and peace. - God, the Redeemer fcatters round His choice:! favours here, While the cieEtion's utmoft bound { ball fee* adore, and fear. PSALM 63. Vir. 1-6, 32,35. Fitji Part. Long Metre. The Vengeaue and compaffion of God. J T E T God ari c in all his might, \nd put the troops of hell to flight; that fought to cloud the ikies ivjore the rifing tempctt flies. PSALM LXVITI 133 -% [He comes array'd in burning flames; Jufiice and veng'ance arc his names : Behold his fainting foes expire Like melting wax before the fire.] 3 He rides and thunders thro' the fky ; His name Jehovah founds on high : Sing to his name ye fons of grace ; Ye faints rejoice before his face. 4 The widow and the fatherlefs Fly to his aid in fharp diftrefs; In him the poor and 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 dill. •6 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong; Ciown him, ye nations, in your fong : His wond'rous names and pow'rs rehearfc, His honours {hall enrich your verfe. •7 He fhakes the heav'ns with loud alarms; How terrible is God in arms ! In Ifr'el are his mercies known, Ifr'el is his peculiar throne. 8 Proclaim him king, pronounce him bleftj He's your defence, your joy, your reft : When terrors rife, and nations faint, God is the flrength of ev'ry faint. PSALM 68. Ver. 17, 18. Second Part. Long Metre. (hrijl's Afcenfton, and the Gift of the Spirit. 1 T O R D when thou did ft afcend on high, i_i Ten thoufand angels fill the fky ; Thofe heav'nly guards around thee wait, Like chariots that attend thy ftate. a Not Sinai's mountain could appear More glorious when the Lord was there; While he p'ronoune'd his dreadful law, Aad ftruck the chofen tribes with awe. *44 PSALM LXVIII. 3 ^ 0w bright the triumph none can tell, When the rebellious pow'rs of hell, That thoufand fouls had captive made, Were all in chains like captives led. 4 Rais'dby his Father to the throne, He fent his prcmis'd Spirit down, With gifts and grace lor rehel-men, That God might dwell on earth again. PSALM 68. Third Part. Ver. jcj, g, 20, 21, 22. Long Metre. Praife for T^ 1 oral Bleffings ; or, Common and Special Mercies. * 1 \]{f E We fc '» e Lord, thejuft, the good, V V Who fills our hearts with heav'nly food ; Who pours his bleffings from the flues *And loads our days with rich fupplies. 2 He fends his fun his circuit round, To cheer the fruits to warm the ground ; He bids the clouds with plenteous rain Pvefrefn the thiifly earth again. 2 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 flrong. 4 He makes the faim and finner prove The common bleffings of his love ; But the wide difP rence that remains,, Is endltfs joy, or endlefs pains. 5 The Lord that bruis'd the ferpent's head, On all th« ferpent's feed fhall tread, The finbborn finner's hope confound, And fmite him with a lafling wound. 6 But his right hand his faints fhall raife From the deep earth or deeper feas, And bi ing them to his courts above ; There fhall they tafle his fpecial love, PSALM LXIX. lis PSALM 69. Vtr. 1—14. Firjl Part. Com. Metre. The Sufferings of Chriftfor our Salvation. 1 " Q A V E me, O God, the (welling floods Vj " Break in upon my foul ; •« I fink and forrows o'er my head M Like mighty waters roll. 2 " I cry till all my voice is gone, " In tears I walle the day : " My God, behold my longing eyes, " And fhorten thy delay. 3 " They hate my foul without a caufe, " And ftill their number grows 11 More than the hairs around my head, " And mighty are my foes. 4 " 'Twas then I paid that dreadful debt 11 That men could never pay, " And gave thofe honours to thy law " Which finners took away. g " Thus in the great Meffiah's name, " The royal prophet mourns ; K Thus he awakes our hearts to griefj " And gives us joy by turns. 6 " Now fliall the faints rejoice and find " Salvation in my name, " For I have borne their heavy load " Of furrow, pain, and fhame. 7 " Grief like a garment cloath'd me round, " And fackcloth was my drefs, " While I procur'd for naked fouls " A robe of righteoufnefs. 8 " Amongft my brethren and the Jews " 1 like a ftranger flood, " And bore their vile reproach to bring *' The Gentiles near to God. 9. " I came in finful mortals Read " To do my Father's will : «' Yet when 1 cieans'd my Father's houfe, •* They fcaadajiz'd. my zeal.. i 4 6 PSALM LXIX-. 10 " My fallings and my holy groans " Were made the drunkard's fong; " But God from his celefiial throne " Heard my complaining tongue. 11 "He fav'd me from the dreadful deep, " Where fears befet me round; " He rais'd and fix'd my finking feet " On well-eftablifh'd ground. «2 " 'Twas in a mod accepted hour, " My pray'r arofe on high, <( And for my fake my God fhall hear 11 The dying finner's cry." PSALM 69. Ver. 14, 21, 26, 29, 32. Second Part. Common Metre. The Pajfwn and Exaltation of Chrift. 1 \T O W lee our lips with holy fear i \l And mournful pleafures fing The fuff 'rings of our great High-Priefi, The forrows of our King. 2 He finks in floods of deep diftrefs; How high the waters rife! While to his heav'nly Father's ear He fends perpetual cries. 3 « Hear me, O Lord, and fave thy Son, " Nor hide thy filming face; w Why would thyfav'rite look like one " Forfaken of thy grace ? 4 " With rage they perfecute the man 11 That groans beneath thy wound, " While for a facrifice I pour 11 My life upon the ground. 5 u They tread my honour to the duft, *' And laugh when I complain; M Their fliarp infulting fiandcrs add •• Frelh anguifh to my pain, PSALM LXIX. 147 6 « All my reproach is known to thcc, " The fcandal and the (hame; « Reproach has broke my bleeding heart " And lies defil'd my name. 7 " I look'd for pity, but in vain ; " My kindred are my grief; " I afk my friends for comfort round, " But meet with no relief. 8 " With vinegar they mock my thirft, " They give me gall for food; " And iporting with my dying groans, " They triumph in my blood. 9 " Shine into my diflreffed foul, " Let thy compaffion fave; " And tho' my flefh fink down to death " Redeem it from the grave. Jo " I fhall arife to praife thy name, " Stall reign in worlds unknown; " And thy falvation, O my God, " Shall feat me on thy throne." PSALM 6 9 . Third Part. Common Metre. Chrift's Obedknce and Death ,- or, God glorified and Sinnusfuvcd. l TJ 1 A T H E R, I ling thy wond'rous grace, X I blefs my Saviour's name, He bought falvation for the poor, And bore the finner's fhame. a His deep diftrefs has rais'd us high, His duty and his zeal Fu'.fiTd the law which mortals broke,. And fimfh'd all thy will. 3 His dying groans, his living fongs Shall be;ter pleafe my God, Than harp or trumpet's folemn founj, Than goats or bullock's blocd. m 148 PSALM LXIX. 4 This (hall his humble follow'rs fee, And fet their hearts at reft ; They by his death draw near to thee", And live forever blcft. r Let heav'n and all that dwell on high To God their voices raife, While lands and feas aflift the fky, And join t' advance his praife. C Sion is thine, moft holy God, Thy Son lhall blefs her gates ; And glory purchas'd by his blood For thine own Ifr'el waits. PSALM 69. Fuji Part. Long Metre. Ckrijl's PdJJion and Sinners Salvation. ! Tpv E E P in our hearts let us record \_J The deeper forrows of ourLod, Behold the riling billows roll To overwhelm his holy foul, a In long complaints he fpends his breath, While hofts of hell, and pow'rs of death, And all the fons of malice join To execute their curft defign. 3 Yet. gracious God, thy pow'r and love Has made the curfe a blefling prove ; Thofe dreadful fuff 'rings of thy Son Aton'd for crimes which we had done. 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord The honours of thy law reftor'd : His forrows made thy juftice known, And paid for follies not his own. 5 Oh for his fake our guilt forgive, And let the mourning (inner live: The Lord will hear us in his n?me, Nor fhall our hope beturn'd to fhamc. PSALM LXIX, LXX. H9 V S A L M 69. Ver. 7, &c. &«« And learn to trull his love. PSALM LXXV1II. 1*5 3 He Taw the houfe of Jofeph lie With Egypt's yoke oppreft; Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people reft. 4 The fons of pious Jacob fctm'd Abandon'd to their foes ; But his almighty arm redeem'd The nation whom he chofe. 5 From flavifh chains he fets them free They follow where he calls ; He bade them venture thro' the fea, And made the waves 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. 9 Strange was thy journey thro' the fea, Thy footftcps, Lord, unknown i Terrors attend the wond'rous way That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice with terror in the found Thro' clouds and darknefs broke; All heav'n in lightning (hone around > And earth with thunder fhook. o Thine arrows thro* the fky were hurl'd, How glorious is the Lord ! Surprife and tremb'ling feiz'd the world, And all his faints ador'd. 40 He gave them water from the rock ; And fafe by Mob' hand, Thro' a dry defeit led his flock To Canaan's promised land.] P5HM 7 & FirftPart. Common Metre. Providence of God recorded; cr, Pious E&catiou and Inpuclion of Children. % T ET children hear thf mighty deeds jj j Which Gud perform'd of old ; Which in ouv younger years we faw, And which QUI :aiheis told. l> 4 t£ 4 psalm Lxxvirr. 2 He bids us make his glories known; Kis works of power a.i grace; And we'll convoy his wonders down Thro' ev'ry riling race. 3 Our lips (hall tell tl*r.i to our fore, And they again to theirs, That generations ycl unborn May teach them to their heirs. 4 Thus (hall th<-" learn, in God alone Their hope lecurely ftands, That they may ne'er forget his works, But pra&ife his commands. PSALM 78. Second Part. Common Metre. Ifrael's Rebellion and Puni/hment ; or, the Sins mi Cha/Jrjenents of God's People. 1 f\ H what a Miff rebellious houfe \_J Was Jacob's ancient race ! Falfe to the-ir own moil folemn vows, And to their Maker's grace. 5 They broke the cov'nanf of his love, And did his laws defpife, Forgot the works he wrought to prove His pow'r 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 iaud.° 4 They faw himclcave the mighty fea, And march'd with fafety through, With wat'ry walls to guard their way, 'Till they had 'fcap'd the foe. 5 A wond'rous pillar rr.aTk'd the road, Compos'd of fhade and light; By day it prov'd a fheh'ring cloud, A leading fire by night. 6 He from the rock their third fupply'd; Thegufhing waters flow'd, And ran in rivers by their fide, Along the defert road. PSALM LXXVIII. 165 7 Yet they provok'd the Lord mod high, And dar'd didruft his hand; " Can he with bread our hoft iupply " Amidlr. this barren land ?" 8 The Lord with indignation heard, And caus'd his wrath to flame : His terrors ever ftand prepar'd To vindicate his name. PSALM 78. Third Part. Common Metre, The Punijhment of Luxury and Intemperance ; or, Ckaf- tijement and Salvation. j TTTHEN Ifra'l fvnn'd the Lord reprov'd, V V And fill'd their hearts with dread ; Yet he forgave the men he lov'd, And fent them heav'nly bread. » He fed them with alib'ral hand, And made his treafures known ; He gave the mid-night clouds command To pour provifion down. 3 The manna like a morning fhow'r Lay thick around their feet ; The food of heav'n, fo light, fo pure r As tho' 'twere angels meat. 4. But they in murm'ring language faidi « Is manna all our feait ? « { We loath this light, this airy bread; " We mull have fleih to tafle." 5. " Ye mail have fleflj to pleafe your lufl," The Lord in wrath reply'd, And fent them quails like fand or duff,, Heap'd upon ev'ry fide. 6 He gave them all their own defire ; And greedy as they fed, His veng'ance burnt with fecret fire, And fmote the rebels dead. 1 When fome were (lain the rcfl retum'd,. And fought the Lord with tears; Under :he rod they fear'd and mourn'd,. Butfoon forgot their fears. G-5. i65 PSALM LXXVIII. 8 Oft hechaftis'd, and ftill forgave, 'Till by his gracious hand The nations he refolv'd to fave, Poffcfs'dthe promis'd land. PSALM 78. Ver. 32, &c. Fourth Part. Long Metre* Backjliding and Forgivenefs ; or, Sin puni/hed and Saints favcd. 1 /*N R E A T God, how oft did Ifra'l prove vJT By turns thine anger, and thy love? There in a glafs our hearts may fee How fickle and how falfe they be. 2 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 thro' unknown ways Wore out their ftrength, and fpent their day«. 4 Oft when they faw their brethren flain, They mourn'd and fought the Lord again ; Call'd him the rock of their abode, Their high Redeemer and their God. 5 Their pray'rs and vows before him rife As flatt'ring words or folemn lies, While their rebellious tempers prove Falfe to his cov'nant 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 Abrah'm lov'd them ftiB, And led them to his holy hill. B PSALM LXXIX, LXXX. 167 PSALM 79. Long Metre. For the Dijrefs of War. E H O L D, O God, what cruel foe$, »> Thy peaceful heritage invade; Thy holy temple ftands defU'd, In dull thy facred walls are laid. 2 Wide o'er the vallies, drench'd in blood, Thy people fall'n in death remain; The fowls of heav'n their flefh devour, And favage beafls divide the flam. 3 Th' infulting foe*, with impious rage, Reproach thy children to their face ; » Where is your God of boafted pow r, " 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 pow'r reprieve, The trembling fouls condemn'd to die. r Let thofe, who dar'd infult thy reign, Return difmay'd with endlefs fhame, While heathens, who thy grace defpife, Shall from thy veng'ance learn thy name*. 6 So (hall thy children, freed from death, Eternal fongs of honour raife, And ev'ry future age (hall tell, Thy fov'reign pow'r and pard'ning grace. PSALM 80. Long Metre. The Uiurch's Prayer under AffliBion; or, The Vineyard of €od wajltd. I f^ R E A T fhepherd of thine Ifrael, V_T Who didft between the cherubs dwell, And iead the tribes, thy chofen (beep, Safe thio' the defert and the deep ; % Thy church is in the dHert Lord, Shine from on lugh, and light afford \ Turn us to ihee, thy love reltorc, We (bail be fav'ci dud figh no mere, >€« PSALM LXXX. 3 Great God, whom heav'nly hofts obey, How long fhall we lament and pray ? .And wait in vain thy kind return ? How long fhall thy fierce anger burn ? 4 Jnftead 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 i. 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 defae'd, Why haft thou laid her fences wafte ? Strangers and foes again ft her join, And ev'ry beajl devours the vine. S Refeurn, almighty God, return; Nor let thy bleeding vinevard mourn: Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, We fhall be fav'd and f-.gh i,o more. Pause 2. 9 Lord, 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. 10 Fair Branch, ordain'd of old to fhoot From David's ftock, from Jacob's root! Flimfelf a nobler Vine, and we The leiTcr blanches of the tree: PSALM LXXXT. i«9 lt 'Tisthv own Son; »"d he ihall ftand Girt with thy ftrength at thy ngr. hand , Thy firft-born Son, adorn'd and blell With pow'r and grace above the relt. I« Oh! for his fake attend our cry. Shine on thy churches left they die. Turn us to thee, thy lover eftore, We fhall be fav'd and ugh no more. PSALM8,. Ve, „ 8,->6. Short Metre The Warning of God to his People ; or, Spmtvd Bkf. Jingsand PumpnenU. i O I N G to the Lord aloud, O And make a joyful noife ; God is our ftrength, our Saviour God; Let Ifra'l hear his voice. •2 " From idols falfe and vain, « Preferve my rites divine ; t c« I am the Lord who broke thy cnam « Of flav'ry and of fin. *> « Stretch thy defires abroad, « And I'll fuppW them well; « But if ye will refufe your God, " If Ifra'l will rebel ; 4 « Til leave them, faith the Lord, « To their own lufts a prey, « And let them run the dang'rous road, « Tis their own chofen way. '"> * " Yet Oh 1 that all my faints " Would hearken to my voice « Soon I would eafe their fore complaints \ " And bid their heavts rejoice. 6 « While I deftroy their foes, « I'll richly feed my flock, « And they lhall tafte the ft ream that flows «* From their eternal Rock*" i7o PSALM LXXXIJ, LXXXIII. PSALM 82. Long Metre. Cod thejupreme Governor ; or, Magiftates warned, 3 A MONGth' affemblies of the great ±\. A greater ruler takes his feat ; The God of heav'n as Judge furveys Thofe gods on earth and all their ways. a Why will ye frame oppreflive laws ? Or why fupport th* unrighteous caufe ! When will ye once defend the poor, That foes may vex the faints no more ? 3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know : Dark are the ways in which they go ; Their name of earthlv gods is vain, For thy (hall fall and die like men. 4 Arife, O Lord, and let thy Son PofTefs his univerfal throne, And rule the nations with his rod j He is our Judge, and he our God. PSALM 83. Short Metre. A Complaint againji Perfecuiors, N D will the God of grace Perpetual filence keep ? The God of Juftice hold his peace. And let his vengeance deep ! a Behold what curfed fnares The men of mifchief fpread ; The men that bate thy faints and thee,. Lift up their threatening head. 3 Agamftthy hidden ones, Their couuleb. -hey employ, And malice with her watchtul eye Puriues them to deltroy. 4 " Come let ut join, they ny, •« ) o root 'hem hom theground, 4 * Till n 1 ic nam< ol fjiius remain^ « 4 JNoi meai'ry (bail be foyud," 'A 1 PSALM LXXXIV. 171 5 Awake, Almighty God, And call thy wrath to mind ; Give them like forefts to the fire, Or ftubbleto the wind, f Convince their madnefs, Lord, And make them feck thy name; Or elfe their ftubborn rage confound, That they may die in fhame. 7 Then (hall the nations know Thy glorious dreadful word, Jehovah is thy name alone, And thou the fov'reign Lord. PSALM 84. Firfl Part. Long Metre. The Pleafure of Public Werjup. 1 TJOW 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. 2 My flefh would reft in thine abode ; My panting heart cries out for God ; My God ! my King ! why fhould I be So far from ail my joys aad thee. o The fparrow choofes where to reft, And for her young provides her neft; But will my God tofparrows grant That pleafure which his children want? 4 Bleft 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 Bleft are the fouls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace ; There to behold thy gentler rays, And feck thy face and karn thy praife. i 7 2. PSALM LXXXIV. 6 Bleft are the men whofe hearts are fet To find the way to Sion's gate ; God is their llrength ; and thro' the road They lean upon their helper, God. 7 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 84. Second Part. Long Metre. God and his Church ; or, G? ace and Glory . 1 S~h RE \T God attend while Sion fings \JT The joy that from thy prefence fpiings To fpend o::e day with thee on earth Exceeds a thoufand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meaneft place Within thy'houfe, O God of grace, Not tents of eafe nor thrones of power Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.. 3 God is our fun, he makes our day ; God is our^hield, he guards our way From ail th* affaultsof 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 with-holds- No real good from upright fouls. e O God, our King, whofe fov'reign fway The glorious bofts of heav'n obey, And devils at thy prefence flee, Bleft is the man that trufts in thee. pSALM 84. Vtr. 1, 2, 3, 10. Paraphras'd in Common Metre. Delight in Ordinances of Worfiip ; or, God prefent i his Churches. 1 M Y Soul how lovely is the place To which thy God reforts ! Tis heav'n to fee his fmilingface, Too' ia his earthly courts*. PSALM LXXXIV. 17s 2 There the great Monarch of the flues Hisfavingpow'r difplays, And light breaks in upon our eyes, With kind and quick'ning rays. S With his rich gifts the heav'nly Dove Defcends and fills the place, While Chrift reveals his wond'rous love, And fheds abroad his grace. 4 There, mighty God, thv words declare The fecrets of thy will : And ftill we feek thy mercies there, And fing thy praifes. ftill. Pause. r My heart and flefti cry out for thee, Whilft far from thine abode ; When fhall I tread thy courts and fee My Saviour and my God ? £ The fparrow builds herfelf a neft, And fuffers no remove ; O make me like the Iparrows bleit, 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 tbv threfhold I would wait, While Jefus is within, Rather than fill a throne of ftate Among the tents of fin. c, Could I command the fpactous land, y And the more bound lefs fea. Tor one bleft hour at thy right hand I'd give them both away. i 74 PSALM LXXXIV. PSALM 84. As the 148th Ffalm. Longing for the Hoiife of God. 1 f" O R D of the worlds above, -L-* How pleafant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thy earthly temples are; To thine abode My heart afpircs With warm defirej To fee my God. 9 The fparrow for her young With pleafure feeks her nefl, And wand'ring fwallows long To find iheir wonted reft ; My fpirit faints With equal zeal To rife and dwell Among thy faints. g 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 Sion's hilL 4 They go from ftrength to ftrengtb* Thro' this dark vail 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! g To fpend one facred day, Where God and faints abide, Affoids diviner joy Xhau thoufand days befidtt PSALM LXXXV. 175 Where God reforts, I love it more To keep the door Than mine in courts. 5 God is our fun and fhield, Our light and our defence ; With gifts our hands are fill'd ; We draw our bleflings thence j He fhall beftow On Jacob's race Peculiar grace And glory too. 7 The Lord his people loves; His hand no good with-holds From thofe his heart approves, From pure and pious fouls : Thrice happy he, O God of hofts, Whofe fpirit trufts Alone in thee. PSALM 8 5 . Fer. 1, 8. Firjl Part. Long Metre. Waiting for an Anfacr to Prayer ; or. Deliverance be- gun and completed. 1 T ORD, thou haft call'd thy grace to mind, JLi Thou haft revers'd our heavy doom : . So God forgave when Ifra'l finn'd, And brought his wand'ring captives home, 2 Thou haft begun to fet us free, And made thy fierceft wrath abate; Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee, And thy falvation be complete. 3 Revive oui dying graces, Lord, And let thy faints in thee rejoice ; Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word, We wait tor praif" '.o tune our voice. A We wait to hear v hat God will fay ; He'll fpeak, and ; ; vc bi< people peace; JBut let them run ;'o more aftray, Lxft his reiwroing wrath iucreafe.. I7 6 PSALM LXXXV, LXXXVI. PSALM 85. Vtr.^.SecndPart. Long Me.rc Salvation by ^firijl. 1 O A L V A T I O N is for ever nigh O The fouls that fear and trufl the Lord; And grace defcending from on high, Frefh hopes of glory (hall afford. « Mercy and truth on earth are met, Since Chrifl the Lord came down from heav n , By his obedience fo complete, Juftice is pleas'd and peace is giv ft. o Now truth and honour (hall abound, Relieion dwell on earth again. And heav'nly influence blefs the ground In our Redeemer's gentler reign. 4 His righteoufnefs is gone before, To eive us free accefs to God; Our wand'ring feet fhall (tray no more, But mark his fteps and keep the road. PSALM 86. Veu 8-13- Common Metre. A general Song of Praife to God. , \ M O N G the minces, earthly gods, J\ There's none hath pow'r divine; Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their works like thine. • The nations thou haft made fhall bring Their off'rings round thy throne ; for thou alone doft wond'rous tmngs, For thou art God alone. , 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 prailc. 4 Great is thy mercy, and my tongue Shall thofe fweet wonders tell, How by thy grace my (inking foul Rofe from the deeps of hell. PSALM LXXXVII, LXXXVIII. 177 PSALM 87. Long Metre. Tlie Church the Birth Place of the Saints ; or, Jews and Gentiles united in the Chrifdan Church. 1 /""N O D in his earthly temple lays V_T Foundation for his heav'nly praife j He likes the tents of Jacob well, But ftill in Sion loves to dwell. * His mercy vifits ev'ry houfe That pay their night and morning vow*; f!'it makes a more delightful flay. Where churches meet to praife and pray, % What glories were defcrib'd of old! What wonders are in Sion told! Thou city of our God below, Thy fame fhall Tyie and Egypt know* I Egypt 2nd Tyre, and Greek and Jew, Shall there begin their lives a-new : Angels and men fhall join to fing The hill where living waters fpring. : When God makes up his laft account Of natives in his holy mount, 'Twill be an honour to appear As one new-born and nourifh'd there. PSALM 83. As the it 3* e&fq* Lofs of Friends, and Abjenzc of Ditine E?B#& OG O D of my faivaticn, he:-r My nightly groans my da'.iy pray'r* That dill employ nay wailing breath ; My foul declining to the grave. Implores thy fbv reign Pbw't to fbve Fiom dark defpalr and iai'ting d-ath, ; Thy wrath lies heavy on my foul, And waves of foriows o'tr me roll, While dull and filence fpread the gjoom : My friends, belo*'d in haj,pie: tia)s," "i\jc dear companions oi my ways, Deftend aiou:.ci me to the toeip.. 178 PSALM LXXXIX. 3 As, loft in lonely grief, I tread The mournful mansions of the dead, Or tofome throng'd aiTembly go; Thro' all alike I rove alone, While, here forgot and there unknown. The change renews my piercing woe. 4 And why will God negle£f, my call ! Or who fhall profit by my fall, When life departs and love expires ? Can duftand darknefs praife the Lord ? Or wake, or brighten at his word, And tune the harp with heav'nly quires? 5 Yet thro' each melancholy day, I've prav'd to thee, and ftill will pray, Imploring ftill thy kind return But oh! my friends, my comfort's fled, And all my kindred of the dead Recal my wand'ring thoughts to mourn. PSALM 89. Fir/I Part. Long Metre. The Covenant made with Chrijl; or, The true David. 1 iPOREVER mall my fong record X; The truth and mercy of the Lord ; Mercy and truth forever (land Like heav'n eftablilh'd by his hand. 2 Thus to his Son he fwareand faid «« With thee my cov'nant firft is made : «' In thee (hall dying Gnners live ; « Glory and grace aie thine to give. g " Be thou my Prophet, thou my Prieft; « Thy children fhall be ever bleft: « Thou art my chofen King, thy throne «« Shall (land eternal like my own. a « There's none of all my fons above « So much my image or my love ; « Celeftial pow'rs thy fubjecls are, «« Then what can earth to thee compare ? PSALM LXXXIX. 179 5 " David, my fervant, whom I chofe, " To guard my flock, to crufh my foes ; " And vais'd him to the Jewifh throne, •' Was but a fhadow of my Son.'* 6 Now let the church rejoice and fing, Jefus her Saviour and her King: Angels his heav'nly wonders (how, And faints declare his works below. PSALM 89. Firjl Part. Common Metre. The Faith fulnefs of God. * TV TY never-ceafing fong fhall fhow XVI The m rcies of the Lord ; And make fucceeding ages know How faithful is his word, a The facred truths his lips pronounce Shall firm as heav'n endure; And if he fpeak a promile once, Th' eternal grace isfure. 3 How Jong the race of David held The promis'd Jewifh throne!. But there's a nobler cov'nant feal'd To David's greater Son. 4 His feed for ever fhall poffefs A throne above the fkies ; The meaneft fubjeft of his grace Shall to that glory rife. 5 Lord God of holts, thy wond'rous ways Are fung by faints above : And faints on earth their honours raife To thy unchanging love. P S A L M 89. Ver 7, &c. Second Part. Com. Metre. T he Power and Majeftyqf God; or. Reverential Worjhip. I T X 7TTH rev'ience let the faints appear, VV And bow before the Lord, His high commands with rev'rence hear, And tremble at his word. ,3o PSALM LXXXIX. s How terrible thy glories rife ! How bright thine armies fhine! \fherc is the power with thee that vie§j Or truth compar'd with thine ? 3 The northern pole, and fouthern, reft On thy fupporting hand; Darknelb and day from eaft to weft Move round at thy command. 4 Thy word the raging winds controul, And rule the boiil'rous deep ; Thou mak'ft the fteeping billows roll. The rolling billows flecp. | Heav'n, earth, and air, and fea are thine, And the dark world of hell; They law thine arm in veng'ance fhine When Egypt durft rebel. 6 Jufticc and judgment are thy throne, Yet wond'rous is thy grace ! While truth and mercy join'd in one, Invae us near thy face. PSALM 89. Ver. 15, he Third Part. C. M. A Blejjed Gojpel. 1 T) LEST are the fouls who hear and know jL3 The gofpel's joyful found ! Peace [hall attend the paih they go And light their fteps ia< round. 2 Theirj > flxali bear their fpii i;s ?;p 1 fjio' their Redeemer's, iir.m;- ; H'.s righi*ouIu«f* exalts theii hop* Ana Ells ihcir loes with ihair.e. 3 The Lord our glory and defence, Strength and falvation gives ; lf]?'i, thy king for ever reigns, Ir.jl God for ever lives. PSALM LXXXIX. isr PSALM 89. Ver. 19, &c Fourth Part Com. Metre. Chrijl's mediatorial Kingdom ; or, His divine and human Nature. 1 T T EAR what the Lord in vifion faid, JLj. And made his mercies known : ** Sinners, behold, your help is laid " On my almighty Son." a Behold the man my wifdom chofe Among your mortal race : His head my holy oil o'erflows, With full fupplies of grace. 3 High (hall he reign on David's throne, My people's better King; My arm (hall beat his rivals down, And (till new fubje&s bring. 4 My truth fhall guard him in his way With mercy by his fide; While in my name o'er earth and fea He ihallin triumph ride. 5 Me for his Father and his God, He fhall for ever own, Call me his rock, his high abode, And I'll fupport my Son. 6 My firft-born Son array'd in grace, At my right hand fhall fit, Beneath him angels know their place, And monarchs at his feet. 7 My cov'nant (lands for ever faft, My promifes are ftrong ; Firm as the heav'ns his throne fhall laft, His feed endure as long. PSALM 89. Ver. 30, &c. Fifth Part. Com. Metre. The Covenant of Grace unchangeable ; or, Afflitlion with- out Rejeclion. 1 'VT" ET (faith the Lord) if David's race, X The children of my Son, Should break my laws, abufe my grace And tempt mine anger down ; H ,Sa PSALM LXXXIX. 2 Their fins I'll vifit with the rod, And make their folly fmart ; But I'll not ceafe to be their God, Nor from my truth depart. 3 Mv cov'nant I will ne'er revoke, But keep mv grace in mmd ; And what eternal love ha h fpoke, Eternal truth (hall bind. 4 Once have I fworn, (I need no more) And pledpi'd my bolinefs, To feal the tacred promife furc To David and his race. 5 The fun fhall fee his offspring rife And fpread from fca to fea, Long as he travels round the fkics To give the nations day. 6 Sure as the moon that rules the night His kingdom fhall endure, Till the hVd laws of fhade and light Shall be obferv'd no more. PSALM 8a.^r. 5 , 47, &c Sixth Part. Long Metre. Mortality and Hope. A Funeral Pfalm. 1 Ty EMEMBER, Lord, our mortal ftate, J"\^ How frail our life, how fhorc our dale! Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from difeafe, fecuxe from death. 2 Lo-d, while we fee whole nations die,. Our fiefh and ftren ;th repine and cry, »« Muft death for ever rage and reign) « Or haft rhou trade mankind in vain ?" 3 Where is thy protntfe to fhejuft ? Art- not thy fervants tiirn'd to duff! Bui faith £< rbids thefe mournful figHs, And fee* the deeping duO. avi't. PSALM LXXXIX, XC. 183 That glorious hour, that dreadful day Wipes the reproach of faints away, And clears the honour of thy word r Awake, our fouls, and blefs the Lord. PSALM 89. Ver. 47 , &c. Laji Part, As the 113th Pfalm. TL{fe- Death, and the Refurrc&on, H1NK, mighty God, on feeble man, How few his hours, how fhort his fpan ! Short from the cradle to the grave ; Who can fecure his vital breath Agamft the bold demands of death With (k-.ll to fly, or pow'r to fave ? Lord, (hall it. be for ever laid, " The race of man was only made ** Forficknefs, forrow and the duft ?" Are not thy fervants day by day Sent to their graves and turn'd to clay ? Lord, where's thy kinduefs to the juli? Haft thou not promis'd to thy Son, And all his fted, a heav'nly crown ? But flefti and fenfe indulge defpair; For ever bleffed be the Lord, Tnat faith can read his holy word,. And find a refurredion there. For ever bleffed be the -Lord, Who gives his faints a long reward, For all their toil, reproach and pain ;. -et all below, and all above, oin to proclaim thy wond'rouslove,- And each repeat their loud Amen, PSALM 90. Long Metre, Man mm tat, and God eternal. A. mournful Song at a Funeral, H RO' ev'ryage, eternal God, Thou art our reft, our fafe abode T High was thy thrcne ere heav'n was made, jfc ea.-Lh thy humble f>otftool laid, H 2. iS4 PSALM XC. ft Long had'ft thou reign'd ere time began, Or duft was fafhion'd into a 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, wasjuft, * ( Return, ye finners, to your duft." 4 [Athoufand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account ; Like yefterday's departed light, Or the laft watch of ending night. Pause. 5 Death, like an overflowing ftream, Sweeps us away ; our life's a dream : -An empty tale; a morning flow'r, Cut down and wither'd in an hour. 6 [Our age to feventy years is fet ; How fhort the time ! how frail the ftate ! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather fjgh 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 pow'r that ftrikes us dead. 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 90. Ver.i— 5. Fuji Part. Com. M< Man frail, arid God eternal. 1 /~\ U R God, our help in ages paft, V-/ Our hope for years to come, Our (belter from the fiormy blait, And our eternal home. 2 Beneath the fhadow of thy thron Thy faints have dwelt fcc»re ; PSALM XC. -i8j Sufficient is thine arm alone, And my defence is Cure. « Before the hills in order flood, 6 Or earth receiv'd her frame, Trom cverlafting thou art God, To endlefs years the fame. Thy word commands our flefh to dull, P « Return, ye fons of men ;" \11 nations rofe from earth at nrlt, And turn'd to earth again. I A thoufand ages in thy fight Are like an ev'mng gone; g Short as the watch that ends the night Before the riling dawn. 6 ["The bufy tribes of flefti and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by the flood, And loft in following years. , Time like an ever-rolling ftream, Bears all its fons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the op'ning day. 8 Like fiow'ry fields the nations ftand Pleas'd with the morning light ; The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand Lie with'ring ere 'tis night.] • Our God, our help in ages paft, Our hope for years to c©me, Be thou our guard while troubles laft, And our eternal home. PSALM 90. Ver 8. 11,2, to, 12. Second Part. C. M-. Infirmities and Mortality the Effed of Sin; or, Life, Old Age, and Preparations for Death. 1 T O RD, if ! -hine eyes Purvey our faults, l_j And juftice grows f-vere, Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, And burns, beyond our fear. H 3 1 «86 P S A L M XC. 2 Thine anger turns our frame to dufl ; 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 'Tisbut a few whofc days amount To threcfcore years and ten ; And all beyond that fhort account Is forrow, toil, and pain. 5 f_Our vitals with laborious ftrife Bear up the crazy load, And drag thefe poor remains of life .Along the tirefome road. J 6 Almighty God reveal thy love, And not thy wrath alone : Gh ! let our fweet 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 a£l the wifer part, And live beyond the grave. PSALM 90. Fer.i 3 , Sec. Third Part. C. Metre Breathing after Heaven. 1 ~P ETURN, O God of love, return j J\_ Earth is a tirefome place: How long fhall we thy children mourn Our ab fence from thy face ? 2 Let hcav'n fuccecd our paintul years, Let fin and forrow ctafe, And in proportion to our tears, So make our joys increafe. 3 Thy wonders toihy fervants (how, Make thy own work complete ; Then fhall our fouls thy glory know, And own thy love was great. PSALM XCI, XCI. lS 7 4 Then fcallwe (hioc before thy throne In all rhv beaut v Lord : And tnepo y orfervice we. have done Meetadivinereward ^ PSALM 9°- Vcr ' 5 ' V rr-/; Th' Frailty and Shortnefs of V.JU . T ORD, whatafeeble piece JLi Is this our mortal frame! Our life how poor a trifle 'tis, That fcarce deferves the name I 2 Alas, the brittle clay That built oar body far It I And ev'ry month and ev'ry day >Tis m juid'ring bac* to dult. « Our moments fly apace, ° Our feeble pow'rs decay, Swift as a flood our hafty days Are f weeping us av ay. 4 Yet, if our days muft fly We'll keep their end in light, We'll fpend them all in wifdoms waj, And let Chem fpced their flight. 5 They'll waft us Goofier o'er ° This life's tempefluous lea; Soon we (hail reach the peacetul more Of bleft eternity. «*«*.- PSALM 91. Vcr. i-7- *# *«*■ Lon § Mdff- Sgfr m ft«Mfc ^>'M" flnflJ 2)a "^ r - t T T E that hath made his refuge God, ti Shall flt-d a muft fecure abode ; Shall walk all day beneath his fhade And there at night (hail reft bs head. 2 Then will Hay, " My God, thy pow r « Shall be my fortrefs and my tow r , •« Ithatamform'dof feeble duft m Aldke thine almighty arm my txutt. H 4 i88 PSALM XCI. 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 Tuft as a hen protetts her brood, From birds of prey thatfeek their blood, The Lord his faithful faints fhall guard, And endlefs life be their reward. $ 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 fhade. <» If vapours with malignant breath Rife thick, and fcatter midnight death, Ifra'l is fafe : the poifon'd air Grows pure, if Ifra'l's God be there* Pause. 7 What tho' a thoufand at thy fide, Around thy path ten thoufand dy'd, Thy God his chofen people faves Amongft the dead, amidft the graves. 3 So when he fent his angel down To 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 commiffionfrom the Lord, To ftrike his faints among the reft, Their very pains and deaths are bleft. 10 The fword, the peftilence, or fire Shall but fulfil their beft defire ; Fiom finsand forrows fet them free And bring thy children, Lord, to the?. PSALM XCI. 1S9 PS AL M 91. Ver. 9— i§. Second Part. Com, Metre. Protection from Death, Guard of Angels, Victory and Deliverance. t 'VT'E fonsof 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 (hall 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 guardyour happy days. 4 Their hand fhall bear you left you fall And daih againft the Hones ; Are they not fervants at his call, And lent t' attend his ions ? 5 Adders and lions ye fhall tread ; The tempter's wiles defeat : He that hath btuis'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 tbeir joyful fouls above, " Deftruclion and the fword. 7 « My grace fhall anfwer when they call, " In trouble I'll be nigh ; " My pow'r {hail help them when they fall, " And raiie them when they die. 8 " Thofe that on earth my name have known> " I'll honour them in hcav'n ; *• There my falvai.ion fhall be fhown, " And endlefs life be giv'n." H 5 i?» PSALM XCII. PSALM 92. Firft Part. Long Metre. A Pfulmfor the Lord's Day 1 O WEET is the work, my God, my King, O To praife thy name give thanks and fing, To fhow thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of facred reft, No mortal care (hall feize my breaft, O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of folemn found ! 3 My heart fhall triumph in my Lord, And blefs his works aud blefs his word* Thy works of grace how bright they fbinef How deep thy counfels! how divine! 4 Fools never raife their thoughts fo high ; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die t Like grafs ihey flourifh, 'till thy breath Btefis them in everiafting death. 5 Bat I fhall fhare a glorious part When grace hath well refin'd my heart> And frefh fupplies of joy arefhed Like holy oil to cheer my head. 6 Sin (my word enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; My inward foes fhall all be flain, Nor Satan break my peace agaia. 7 Then fhall I fee and hear and know All I defir'd, or wifh'd below; And ev'ry pow'r find fweet employ In that eternal world of joy. PSALM 92. Ver. 12, Sec. Second Part Long Metre. The Church is the Garden of God. 1 T ORD, 'tis a plcafant thing to fland JLj In gardens planted by thine hand ; Let me within thy courts be feen Like a young cedar frefh and greoo. PSALM XCIII. i9r 2 There grow thy faints in faith and love, Bleft with thine influence from above | Not Lebanon with all its trees Yields fuch a comely fight as thefe. o The plants of grace fhall ever live ; (Nature decays, but graoe muft thrive) Time, that doth all things elfe impair, Still makes them flourifh ftrong and tair. 4 Laden with fruits of age they mow, The Lord is holy juft and true ; None that attend his gates fhall nnd A God unfaithful or unkind. PSALM 93. Firft Metre. As the 100th Pfalm. The Eternal and the Sovereign God. 1 TEHOVAH reigns; he dwells in light, J Girded with majefty and might : The world created by his hands Still on its firft foundation (lands, a But ere this fpacious world was made, Or had its firft foundation laid, Thy throne eternal ages ftood, Thyfelf the ever-living God. o Like floods the angry nations rife, ° And aim their rage againft the flues ; Vain floods that aim their rage lo high . At thy rebuke the billows die. A Forever fhall thy throne endure; Thy promife ftands for ever fure; And everlafting holinefs Becomes the dwellings of thy g>-ace. PSALM 93. Second Metre. As the old 5 oth Pfalm, 1 HpHE Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high; 1 His robes of ftate are ftrength and majefty; This wide creation rofe at his command, Built by his word and 'ftablifh'd by his hand. Long ftood his throne ere he began creation, And his own Godhead is the firm foundation* J9« PSALM XCIII. % 2°t ' S lh ' eternal Kin « ; th y foes ir » v aio Kai.e their rebellions to confound thy reign; In vain the ftorms, in vain the floods arife, ' And roar, and tofs their waves againft the flcies; J-oammgarheav'ntheyrage with wild commotion- But heav'n'6 high arches fcorn the fwelling ocean. 3 Ye tempers rage no more; ye floods be ftill • And the mad world fubmiflive to his will; Built on bis truth his church muft ever ftan'd • Firm are his promifes, and ftrong his hand • ' See his own Ions, when they appear before him, Bow at his footftool and with fear adore him. PSALM 93. Third Metre. As the old md Pfalm. 1 HPHE Lord Jehovah reigns, X And royal flate maintains, Hie 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 fkies and flars obey thy word ; Thy throne was fixton high Ere flats iidorn'd the fky : Eternal is thy kingdom Lord. 3 In vain the uoify croud, billows fierce and loud, Againft: thine empire rage and roar; In vain with angry fpite The furlv nations fight, And d fh like waves againft the fhore. 4^. Let iloods and nations rage, And all their pow'r engage, Let fw< lling tides airiult the fky ; The terrors of thy frown St ill beat their madnefs down ; Thy throne forever ftands on high. PSALM XCIV. 193 5 Thy promifes are true, Thy grace is ever new, There fix'd thy church (hall ne'er remove ; Thy faints with holy fear Shall in thy courts appear, And fing thine eveilafting love. [Repeat the fourth Stanza to complete the Tune. PSALM 94. Ver. 1, 2, 7, 14- ^fPart. Com.Metrtf. Saints chajlifed, and Sinners defrayed; or, InJiruSive Afflictions. 1 /^V GOD! to whom revenge belongs," V_y Proclaim thy wrath aloud ; Let fov'reign pow'r redrefs our wrongs, Let juftice fmite the proud. 2 They fay, " The Lord nor fees nor hears;" When will the vain be wife ? Can he be 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 pow'r : His wrath fhall pierce their fouls with pain In fome furprifing hour. 4 But if thy faints deferve rebuke, Thou hail 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 prornife break ; He pardons hib inheritance For their Redeemer's fake. *94 PSALM XCIV, XCV. PSALM 94 . Vet. i6, 23. Second Part. Com. Metre. God our Support and Comfort ; or, Deliverance from Temptation and Perfecution. 1 TT^JHO willarife and plead my right V V Againft mv num'rous foes ? While earth and hell thrir force unite, And all my hopes oppofe. 2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Suftain'd my fainting head, My life had now in filence dwelt, My foul amongft the dead. 3 Alas! my Aiding feet ! I cry'd, Thy promife bore me up; Thy grace ftood 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 Pow'rs of iniquity may rife, And frame pernicious laws; But God my refuge rules the fkies, He will defend my caufe. 6 Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold biafpbemers feoff; The Lord our God (hall judge the proud, And cut the finners off. PSALM 95. Common Metre-. A Pfalm before Prayer. ING to the Lord Jehovah's name, ► And in his ftrength rejoice; When his falvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. 2 With thanks approach his awful fight, And p f alms of honour fing; The Lord's a God of boundlefs might, The whole creation's King, S 1 PSALM XCV. i 95 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 keeD, And where the hills rauft ftand. § Come and with humble fouls adore,. Come, kneel before his face; O may the creatures of his pow'r Be children of his grace ! 6 Now is the time he bends his ear, And waits for your r«queft; Come, left he rouze his wrath and fwear, " Ye (hall not fee my reft." PSALM 95. Short Metre. A PJalm before Sermon, 1 /^* OME, found his praife abroad, \^J And hymns of glory fiug : Jehovah is the fov'reign God, The univerfal King. 2 He form'd the deeps unknown; He gave the feastheir bound ; The v/at'ry 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 t He form'd us by his word. A To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice^ And own your gracious God. £ But if your ears refufe The language of his grace, 19 6 PSALM XCV. And hearts grow hard like ftubborn Jews, That unbelieving race : 6 The Lord in veng'ance dreft Will lift his hand, and fwear, " You that defpife my promis'd reft, «' Shall have no portion there." P S A L M 95. Ver. 1, 2, 3, 6—11. Long Metre. Canaan hji through Unbelief; or, a Warning to delaying Sinners. 1 f^i OMK let our voices join to raife \jt A facred fong of folemn praife : God is a fov'reign King; reheaife His honour in exalted verfe. t Come, let our fouls addrefs the Lord, Who fram'd our natures with his word, He is our Shepherd ; wethefheep His mercy chofe, his paftures keep. 3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day, The counfcls of his love obey, Nor let our harden'd hearts renew The fins and plagues that Ifra'l knew. 4 Ifra'l, that faw his works of grace Yet tempt their Maker to his face ; A faithlefs unbelieving brood, That tii 'd the patience of their God. 5 Thus faith the Lord, " How falfe they prove! " Forget my pow'r, abufe my love; «' Since they defpis'd my reft, I fwear, << Their feet fhall never enter there." 6 [Lookback, my foul, with holy dread, And view thofe ancient rebels dead ; Attend the offer'd grace to-day, Nor lofe the bleffingsby delay. 7 Seize the kind promife while it waits, And march to Sion's heav'nly gates; Believe and take the promis'd reft ; Obey, and be for ever Lleih] PSALM XOVI, XCVII. 197 t S A L M 96. Ver. 2, 10, &c, Common Metre* Ckrifi'sjirjl andfeccnd Cm 'ng. X Q I N G to the Lord, ye diftant lands, O Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue ; His new difcover'd grace demands A new and nobler Cong. 2 Say to the nations, Jefus reigns, God's own almighty Son ; His pow'r the finking world fuftains, And grace furrounds his throne. 3 Letheav'n proclaim the joyful day, Joy through the earth be feen ; Let cities fhine in bright array, And fields in cheerful green. 4 The joyous earth, the bending flues His glorious train difplay ; Ye mountains fink, ye vallies rife, Prepare the Lord his way. 5 Behold he comes, he comes to blefs The nations as their God ; To fhow the world his righteoufnefs, And fend his truth abroad. 6 His voice (hall raife the flumb'ring dead, And bid the world draw near ; But how will guilty nations dread, To fee their judge appear ! PSALM 97. As the 113th Pfalm, The God of the Gentiles. 1 T E T all the earth their voices raife, X-J To fing the c hoi celt pfa^m of praife, To fing ?nd blefs JehovaVs name : His glory let the heathens know, His wonders to the nations fhow, And all his laving works proclaim,, i$S PSALM XCVIJ. 2 The heather.s know t/iy glory, Lord, The wond'ring nations read thy word, But here Jehovah's name is known : Nor (hall our worfhipe'er be paid, To gods which mortal hands have made ; Our Maker is our God alone. 3 Hefram'd the globe, he built the fky, He made the (Tuning worlds on high, And reigns complete in glory there: His beams aie rcajefty and light : His beauties how divinely bright! His temple how divinely fair ! 4 Come the gieat day, the glorious hour, When earth (hall feel his faving pow'r, And barb'rous nations fear his name : Then (hall the race of men confefs The beauty of his holinefs, And in his courts his grace proclaim. PSALM 97. Vcr. 1 —5. hirjl Part. Long Metre. CLrijl jeigning in Heaven, and coming to Judgmciit. 1 TT E reigns; the Lord, the Saviour reigns ! XjL Praife him in evangelic drains : Let the whole earth in long* rejoice, And diftant ((lands join their voice. 2 Deep are his counfcls and unknown ; But grace and truth lupport his throne : Tho' gloomy clouds his way fui round : Jirilice is their eternal ground. 3 In robes of judgment, lo, he comes, Shakes the \mol earth and cltaves the tombs; l>ck>re him burns devout ing fire, The mountains melt, the leas rciiie. \ His enemies with lore difmay, Fly from the fight and It un the day; Then lift your heads, ye faints, on high, And fine, for youi icckmption's bigh. PSALM XCVII. i ;9 PSALM 97. Vir. 6—9. Second Fart. Long Mctr«« Ch nJC s Incarnation. 1 r T^ H E Lord is come ; the heav'rss proclaim A His birth ; th p . nations learn his name; An unknown (tar directs the road Of eaRem fages to theii God. 3 All ye bright armies of the ikies, Go, worfhip where the Saviour lies : Angels and kirgs before him bow, • Thofegods on high and gods below. 4 Let idols totter to 'he ground, And their own worfhippers confound : ButSion (hall his glories fing, And earth confefs her fov'reign king. PSALM 97. Third Part. Long Metre. Grace and Glory. 1 nPH' Almighty reigns exalted high JL O'er all the earth, o'er all the Iky ; Tho' clouds and darkne r s veil ; s feet, His dwelling is the mercy-feat. 2 O ye that love his holy name, Haie ev'ry work of fin and fhame ; Ke guards the fouls of all his friends, And from the fnarCs of hell defends. 3 Immortal light, and joys unknown, Are for the taints in darknefs fown ; Thofe glorious feeds fhall rpriog and rife, And the bright harveli bids our eyes. 4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record The facrcu honours of the Loid ; None but the foul that feels his grace > Can triumph in his holiaefs, /( ( 200 PSALM xcvir, XCVIII. P S A L M 97. Ver. 3, 5—7, n. Common Met*e< Chips Incarnation and the laji Judgment. 1 T ET earth, with ev'ry ifle and fea \~J Rejoice, the Saviour reigps : His word like fire prepares his way, And mountains melt to plains, a His prefence finks the proudeft hills, And makes the vallies rife ; The humble foul enjoys his fmiles, The haughty (inner dies. 3 The heav'ns his rightful pow'r proclaim; The idol-gods around Pill their own worfhippers th fhame, And totter to the ground. 4 Adoring angels at his birth Make the Redeemer known; Thus (hall he come to judge the earth, And angels guard his throne. g His foes (hall tremble at his fight, And hills and feas retire : His children take their unknown flight, And leave the world on fire. 6 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 98. Firjl Part. Common Metre. Praifefor the Gofpel. i r "|" , our almighty Maker, God, I New honouis be addrefs'd ; His great falvation fhines abroad ; And makes the nations bleft. a To Abrah'm firfl he fpoke the word. And <._ug!it his num'rous race; The Genciks own him fov'reign Lord, And learn to truft his grace. PSALM XCVIII, XCIX. 201 3 Let the whole earth his love proclaim With all her diff'rent tongues ; And fpread the honour of his name In melody and fongs. PSALM 98. Second Part. Common Metre, The Mefiiah's Coming and K-'ngdom. 1 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. 2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns, Let men their fongs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains 3 Repeat the founding joy. 3 No more let fins and forrows grow, Nor thorns infeft the ground : He comes to make his bleffings flow, Far as the curfe is found. 4 He rules the wotld with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteoufnefs, And wonders of his love. PSALM 99. Firjl Part. Short Metre, Chriji's Kingdom and A/Iajejly. 1 r T" , HEGod Jehovah reigns, JL Let all the nations fear; Let finners tremble at his throne, And faints be humble there. 2 Jefus the Saviour reigns; Let earth adore its Lord; Bright cherubs his attendants (land, Swiit to fulfil his word. 3 In Sion (lands his throne, His honours are divine; His church fhai! make his wonders known, For there his glories fhine. ioi PSALM XCIX, C. 4 How holy is his name ! How ter ib!e his praife ! Jjftice and truth, and judgment join In all his works of id c. PSALM 99. Second Part. Short Metre, A holy God zuor/kij.'ped with Reverence. » "FT X ALT the Lord our God, Jl j And worfhip at his ket ? His r.a'u-e is all nolinefs, And mercy is his feat. £ When Ifia'l was his church, When Aaron was his prieft, When Mo'cs cry'd. when Samuel prayd, He gave hi:, peoole reft. 3 Oft he forgave iheir fins, Nor would deliroy their race; And of he made his \cng'an:e known When they abus'd his gi\iCe. 4 Exalt the Lord our God, Whofe grace is flill thefan^; Still he's a God of nolinefs, And jealous for his name. PSALM 100 Firfl Metre AfLah.TnrJlslioru Praife to cvr C/cator. i T7E naliorss round the earth, rejoice JL Before the Lord, your fov'reign King; genre him with ch:crful heart and voice, With all your tongues his glory fing. 2 The Lord is God ; Vis he alone Djth Hie and breath, and being gi vc ; We are his work, a. id not our own; The fheep that on his pafluieslive. 3 Fr ter his gate: w ith fongs of joy r Wit": praifts to his courts repair; And n; ke it your divin employ To pay your thanks and honours tbi PSALM C, CL ^oj 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is knd ; Great is hisg r ace, his mercy fim ; And the whole race of man fhali find His truth from age to age endure. PSALM 100. Second Metre. AParaphrafe. x DETORE Jehovah's awful throne, 23 Ye nations, bow with facred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create and he deftroy. g His fov'ieign pow'r without our aid Made us of day, and form'd us men ; And when like wand'iing fhef-p 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 honours fhall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll croud 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 eterniry thy love ; Firm as a rock tky truth muff (land, When rolling years mall ceafe to move. PSALM ici. Long Metre. Tit Magijiratc's PJalm. 1 T\ /f E R C Y and judgment are my fong, 1VX And fi ice they both to thee belong, My gracious God, my righteous King, To thee my fongsand vows 1 bring. 2 If Ian r2 : s'i to bear the fword ; my counfel fiom thy word ; a id thy heav'nly grace d yf no/ wa\ s, £04 PSALM CI. 3 Let wifdom all my a&ions guide, And let my God with me refide : No wicked thing fhall dwell with me t Which ma) provoke thy jcaloufy. 4 No fons of dander, rage and ihrife Shall be companions or my life : The haughty look, the heart of pride Within my doors fhall ne'er abide. 5 [I'll fearch the land and raifethe jafl To pofts of honour, wealth and truft : The men that work thy holy will Shall be my friends andfav'rites ftillT 6 In vain fhall finners hope to rife By flatt'ring or malicious lies ; Nor, while the innocent I guard. Shall bold offenders e'er be fpar'd. 7 The impious crew (that factious band) Shall hide iheir heads, orquil the land ; And all that break the public rell, Where I have pow'r, fhall be fuppreft. PSALM joi. Common Metre. A Pfalmfor a Mafter of a Family. x f\T juftice and of grace I fing, \^J And pay my God my vows ; Thy grace and juftice heav'nly King, Teach me to rule thy houfe. 2 Now to my tent, O God repair, And make thy fcrvant wile ; I'll fuffer nothing near me there That fhall offend thine eyes. 4 The man that doth his neighbour wrong By falfehood or by force, The fcorniul eye, the fland'rous tongue, I'll thrufl them from my doors. s I'll reektfc< faithful and thejUft, And will their help enjoy; Thele are the friends that I lhall truft, The iervants I'll employ. PSALM Cir, z 0i 5 The wretch that deals in fly deceit I'll not endure a night ; The liar's tongue I ever ha'e, And banifh from my Tight. 5 I'll pur^e ins familv around, And makct'ie wicked flee ; So fhall my houfe be ever found A dwelling fit for thee. f S A L M 102. Ver. 1—13, go, 21, FhJ Pan, Common Metre. A Prayer for the AffiiBed. 1 TT EAR me, O God, nor hide thy face, XjL But anfwer, left I die : Hall tnou not buile a throne of grace, To hear when Tinners ciy ? a My days- are wafted like the fmoke Dtffolving in the air ; My ftrength is dry'd, my heart is broke ; And finking in defpair. 3 Mv fpirits fliglike with'fing grafs Burnt wi h exceffive heat 1 In fecret groans my minutes pafs, And I forget to eat. A As on fome lonely building's top, The fparrow tells her moan, Jar from the tents of joy and hope I fit and grieve alone. 5 My foul is like a wildemefs, Whe r e beads of midnight howl; Where tie fad raven finds her place, And where the Icreaming owl. 6 Dark difmal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breaft ; While fharp reproaches wound my ear?; Nor gjve my fpirit reft. 20 6 PSALM Cir. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repaft : My daily bread like aihes grows Unpleafant to my taile. 8 Senfe can afford no real joy To louls that feel thy frown ; Lord 'twas thy hand advane'd me high, Thy hand hath caft me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear ; And life's declining light Grows faint as ev'ning fhadows are, That vanifh into night, to But thou forever art the fame, O my eternal God ; Ages to come fhall know thy name, And fpread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arife, and (how thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Beyond th' appointed hour of grace, That long expe&ed day. 12 He hears his faints, he knows their cry, And by myiterious ways, Redeems the pris'ners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praife. PSALM 102. Ver. 13-21. Second Part. Com. Metre, Pra\er heard, and Sion rejlorid, 1 T E T Sion, and her fons rejoice ; ±~j Behold the promis'd hour: Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t' exalt his power. 2 Her duft and ruins that remain, Are precious in our eyes; Thofe ruins fhall be built again, And all that dufl fhall rife. 3 The Lord will raife Jerufalem, Aug (land in glory there ; X ti " before his name, And kmgs attend with fear. PSALM CII. 107 j. He Gts a fov'rcign on his throne, With pity in his eyes : He hears the dying prifoners groan, And fees their fighs arife. 5 He frees the fouls condemn'd to death. And when his faints complain, It fhan'tbe faid, " that praying breath " Was ever fpentin vain." rThis (hall be known when we are dead, And left on long record; That ages yet unborn may read, And truft and praife the Lord. PSALM 10a. Ver. 23—28. Third Part. Long Metre. fen'x Mortality, and ChrijVs Eternity ; or, Saints dit» tut Chrifl and. the Church live. 1 TT is the Lord our Saviour's hand, i. Weakens our ftrength amidft the race ; Difeafe and death at his command Arreft us and cut fhort our days, a Spare us, OLord, aloud we pray, Nor let our fun go down at noon ; Thy years are one eternal dav. And muff thy children die fo foon? Yet in the midft of death and grief This thought our forrow fhall afTuage, " Oui Father and our Saviour live ; " Chrift is the fame thro' ev'ry age." 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid; Heav'n is the building of his hand ; This earth grows old, thcfe heav'ns fhall fade; And all be chang'd at his command. 5 The ftarry curtaius of the fky Like garments fhall be laidafide : But {Vill thy throne Hands firm and high ; Thy church fcr ever muft abide. I2 ftdg PSALM Ctlt. 6 Before thy face thy chuich fhall live, And on thy throne thy children reign; This dying world fhall they furvive, And the dead faints be rais'd again. PSALM 103 Ver. 1—7. Firft Part. Long Metre. Bkjfing God for his Goodncfs to Soul and Body. 1 T> I ESS, O my foul. 1 he living God, .O Call home th\ thoughts that rove abroad, Let all the powers within me join In work and worfhip fo divine ! 2 Bltfs. O my foul, the God of grace ! His favours claim thy higheft praife; Why (hould 'he wonders he habh wrought Be loft in filence and forgot ? 3 'Tis he, my foul, that fenthis Son To die for crimes, which thou haft done;. He owns the rnfom, 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 fiom hell, and faves Oar wafting lives from thieat'ntng graves. 5 Our youth decay'd, his power repairs; His mercy crowns our growing years: He nils our ftore with ev'ry good, And feeds our fouls with heav'nly food. 6 He fees th' opprellbr and the oppreft, And often gives the fufl'rers reft ; But will his juftice mote difpiay In the hft great rewarding day. 7 [His power he fhow'd by Mofes' hands, And gave to lfra'l his commands; But font his truth and mercy down To all the nations by his Son.] 8 Let the whole earth his power confefs, Let the whole earth adore his grace;. The Gentile wim the Jew fhall join Lu.wwrl; and worfhip fo diviue. PSALM CIII. 209

w large his grace 1 \ He takes his mercv for his throne, And thence he makes hts glories known. fe Not half fo high his power hath fpread The ftarry heav'ns above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praile, Exceeds he highefl hopes we raite. ,3 Not half fo tar hath natu-e plac'd The rifing morning from the weft, As his forgiving grace rem w. s . The dailv guilt of thofe he loves. 4 How Sow his awful wrath ;o rife i On fwifter wings falvation flies; And if he lets nis anger burn, How foon his frowns to pity turn ! 5 Amidft his wrath compamon fhines? His flrokes are lighter than our fins ; And while his rod correfts is faints, His ear indulges their complaints. I 6 So fathers their young fons chaftife, With Kittle hinds and melting eyes : The children weeo beneath the (mart, And move the pity ot tiieir heart. Pause. I The mighty God, the wife and juft> Knows that our frame is feeble iSJi Whole mercies are fo great j Whofe anger is fo flow to rife, £>o ready to abate. PSALM CIII. «* a God will not always chide ; And when his flrokes are felt, # His ftrokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heav'ns are rais'd Above the ground we tread, So far the liches of his grace Our higheft thoughts exceed. 4 His power fubdues our fins, And his forgiving love, Jar 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 ev'ry breath j His anger like a rifing wind Can lend us fwift to death, 7 Our davs are as the grafs, Or like the morning flower I If one fharp blaft fweep o'er the held, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy companions, Lord, To endlefs years endure ; And children's children ever find Thy words of promife fure. PSALM iOfr'rdr. 19-22. Third Part. ShortMetre. God's universal Dominion ;■ or, Angels praife the Lord. a r ~F"" , HE Lord the fov'reiga King, X Hath fixed hisihrone on high, O'er all the heav'nly world he rules, Aad all beneath the fky, I 4 . **% PSALM CIV. a Ye angels great in might, And fa-lit to do ins will, Blefs ye the Lord, whofc voice ye heay, Whofc pJeafure ye fulfil. 3 Let the bright hofls who wait Theordeis of their King, Ard guard hisrhnrches when they pray, Join in the praife they fing. 4 While al] his wond'rous works, Thro' his vafl kingdom, fhow Their Maker's glory, thou, my foul, Shall fing his giaces too. PSALM 104. The Glory of God in Creation and Provider**, 1 TV/T Y foul, thy ?rcat Creator praife; IVi. When cloth'd in his ceiellial rays, He in full maiefiy appears, And li ea robe his glory wears. Note, This P/a/m may it. fvng to the Tune of the c'd 11 art or iz-jth Pfilm, by adding the fe too Lutes to every Stinsui. (viz.) Gieat is the Lord ! what tongue can frame An eqtral honour to his name ? [Otheruife it mufl be fur. g as the \ooik Pfa!m. 2 The heav'ns are for his curtains forbad ; Th' unfathom'd d?e-> he make' his bed: ( - ioLlc}s are his chariot when he flics On winged ftormsacrofs the Ikies. 3 ^ n £ f ls .> whom his own breath infpires, His mmiftcrs,arr flaming fires; And faift as thought their armies move 'I o bear his veng'ance or his love. 4 The world's foundation hv his hand Is pois'd, and fhal! r oreve r (land : He binds \.Vr ocean in his chan. Lell it fhould drown the earth again. PSALM CIV. ~i 3 c When earth was cover'd with theflood, Which high above the mountains fiood, Hethunder'd, and the ocean fled, Confiri'd to its appointed bed. 6 The fwelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round ; Yet thence convey'd by fecret veins, They fpring on hills, and drench the plains, w He bids the cryftai fountains flow, And cheers the vallies as they go ; There gsntle herds their third allay, And for the ftream wild affes bray. 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 fiknce in his praife. P a u s e Firft. a God from his cloudy ciftem pours On the parch'd earth enriching fcow rs : The grove, the garden, and the field, A thoufand joytul bleflings yield. 10 He makes the grafly food arife. And gives the cattle large fupphes; With herbs for man of various power, To nourifh nature, or to cure, 1 1 What noble fruit the vines produce ! The olive yields a plca'.ing juice ; Our hearts arechecr'd with gen'rdus wine, His gifts proclaim his love divine. IB His bounteous hands out table [p«ad, He fills @ur cheerful ftores with bread ; While food our vital ftrength imparts, Let daily praife infpire our hearts. P A v s e Second, ,o Behold the ftately cedar (lands Rais'd in the foreft by his hands ; Birds to the boughs for fhelter By, And build their Pefts foure on high, X y CJJ4- PSALM CIV. 24 To craggy hills, afcends the goat ; And at the airy mountain's foot The feebler creatures make their cell ; He gives them wifdom whereto dwell. i£ He fets the fun his circling race, -Appoints the moon tochange her face ; And when thick darknefs veils the day, Calls out wild beads to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring afk their meat from God ; Bat when the morning beams arife, The favage beafts to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes ; The night was made for his repofe : Sleep is thy gift, that fweet relief From tirefome toil and wafting grief. 18 How flrange thy works ! How great thy fkill 1 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 wond'rous motions, fwift or flow, ^till wand'ringin the paths below. 20 There (hips divide their wat'ry way, And flocks of fcaly monftcrs play ; The huge leviathan refides, And fearlefs fports amid the tides. Pause Third. 21 Vaft are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature refts upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures (lands, Waiting their portion fiomthy hands. 2,2 While eachreceives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good i Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praife in d iff 'rent forms. PSALM CV. m m But when thy face is hid they mourn, And dying to their duft return ; Both man and bead their louls refign . Life, breath and fpirit, all are thiue. 24 Yet thou canft breath on duft again, And fill the world with beafts and men , A word of thy creating breath Repairs the waftes of time and deatti. 2 r His works, the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight : How aweful are his glorious ways I Tne Lord is dreadful in his praife. 2 6 The earth fknds 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. 27 In thee my hopes and withes meet, And make my meditations fweet; Thy praifes fhall my breath employ Till it expire in endlefs joy. 28 While haughty finners dieaccurft, Their glory bury'd with their duft, I to my God, my heav'nly King Immortal hallelujahs fing. PSALM 105. Abridged. Common Metre. God's Condud to Ifrael, and tht Plagues of Egypt, GI V E thanks to God, invoke his name, And tell the world his grace ; Sound through the earth his deeds of fame, That all may feek his face. ! Hiscov'nant which he kept in mind- Tor num'rous ages paft, To num'rous ages vet behind In equal force fhall laft. I He fware to Abr'sra and his feed', And made the bU flings fure. Gentiles the ancient promife read, : And find his truth endure. . :3i6 PSALM CV. 4 " Thy feed fhall make all nations blefi, " (Said the Almighty voice) " And Canaan's land fhall be th»ir reft, 11 The type of heav'nly joys. 5 [How large the grant! how rich the grace ! To give them Canaan's land, When they were (hangers in the place, A fmall and feeble band ! 6 Like pilgrims through the countries round Securely they remov'd : And haughty kings, tfeat on them frown'd, Severely he reprov'd. 7 " Touch mine anointed, and mine arm " Shall foon avenge the wrong ! 11 The man that does my prophets harm " Shall know their God isftrong" 8 Then let the world forbear its rage, Nor put the church in fear : Ifra'lmujl live through ev'ry age, And be th' Almighty s care. P a u s i Firft. 3 When Pharoah dar'd to vex the faints, And thus provok'd their God, Mofes was fent at their complaints, Arm'd with his dreadful rod. JO He call'd for darknefs : darknefs came Like an o'erwhelming flood; He tum'd each lake and ev'ry flream To lakes and dreams of blood. 11 He gave the fign, and noifome flies Thro' the whole country fpread ; And frogs in baleful armies rife About the monarch's bed. :a Thro' fields, and towns, and palaces The tenfold veng'auce flew ; Locufls in fwarms devour'd their trees, And hail their cattle flew. p s a l m o r . w ^Thenbvan^e-'smid-n^.fl.oke The ft«*ngth of ev'ryhoufe^e broke, Then glory and their pude. 14 Now kt the world forbear its rage, Nor putthf church m Jear; Jfra'l w.fi Hv? thro' ev'ry age, And be th' Almighty's tare. U S E Second. x > Thus were the .rlbes from bondage freed * And left the hated ground; Rich with Egvotian fpoilstncy lied, Nor was one fteble found. *fi The Lord him fons. PSALM CVI1. ii 9 5 Their names were in his book, He fav'd them from their foes; Oft he chaftis'd, but ne'er forfook The people that hechofe. 6 Let Ifra'l blefs the Lord, Who love their ancient race ; And Chriftians join the folemn word, Amen to all the praife. PSALM 107. Firft Part. Long Metre. Ifrael led io Canaan, and Chriftians to Heaven. GIVE thanks to God, he reigns above, Kind are his thoughts, his name is love: His mercy ages paft have known, And ages long to come fhall own. % Let the redeemed of the Lord The wonders of his grace record ; Ifra'l, the nation whom he chofe, And refcu'd from their mighty foes. 3 [When God's almighty arm had broke Their fetters and th' Egyptian yoke, They trae'd the defert, wand'ring round : A wild and folitary ground ! 4 There they could find no leading road, Nor city for their fix'd abode; Nor food nor fountain to affuage Their burning third, or hunger's rage.] 5 In their diftrefsto 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 atirefome place. 7 He feeds and clothes us all the way, He guides our footfteps left weftray, He guards us with a pow'rful hand And brings us to the heav'uly land. S20 PS ALM CVII. 8 O let the faints with joy record Tht truih and goodm fs of the Lord ! How great his works! how kind his ways ! Let ev'ry to.igue pronounce his praife. PSALM 107. Second Part. Lo ig Metre. Correction for Sin, and Pc/eufe by Prayer. j "fT* ROM age to age exalt his name, Jt; God and his grace are llili 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 that rules the fkies; If they reje6t his heav'nly word, And flight the counfels of the Lord : 3 He'll bring their fpirits to the ground, — And no deli v 'ranee fhall be found ; Laden with grief they wafte their breath In darknefs and the fhades of death. 4 Then to the Lord they raife their cries, He makes the dawning light arife, And ftatters all that difmal fhaie That hung fo heavy round their head, n He cuts the bars of brafs in two, And lets the fmiling pris'ners thro' ; Takes off the load of guilt ahd grief, A«d gives the lab'ring foul relief. £ O may the fons of men record The wond'rous goodnefsof the Lord ! How gr.at his works! how kind his ways! Letev'ry tongue pronounce his praife. PSALM 107. Third Part. Long Metre. Intemperance punijhed and pardoned, or, A Pfaimfer the Glutton and the Drunkard. 1 T 7AIN man on foolifli pleafures bent, V Prepares for his own punifhment : "Wnat pains, what loathfome maladies Trom luxury and luft aiife { psalm cvn. m • The drunkard feels his vitals wafte; Yet d'^"A'ns his health to pleafe his tafte ; 'Till all his aftive oow'rs are loft, And fainting life dravvs near to duft. ,3 The olutton groans, and loaths to eat, His foul abhors delicious meat; Nature with heaw loads oppreft Would yield to death to be rcleas'd. Then how the frighten'd fintters fly To God for help with earneir crv! He hears? heir groans, prolongs their breath. And faves them from approaching death. ■j No med'eioes cuild effoft the cure < So quick, fo X. That rule the boift'rous fea, The fons of courage (hall record, Who tempt that dang'rous way. a At thy command the winds arife, And fwell the tow'ring waves ! The men aftonifh'd mount the fkie»> And fink in gaping graves. 8 [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 flutt'iing breath; And hopelefs of the diftant fhore, Expecl immediate death.] 5 Then to the Lord they raife their cries; He heats the loud rcqueft, And orders filence thro' the fkies, And lays the floods to reft. 6 Saiiori rejoice to lofe their fears, And fe« the ftornis alia, 'd : Now to their eyes the port appears;, There let their vows oe paid.. PSALM CVII. a»3 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 O that the fons of men would praife The goodnefs of the Lord ! And thofe that fee thy wond'rous ways, Thy wond'rous love record. PSALM 107. LaJIPart. Long Metre. Colonics planted; or, Natitns blcfl and punijhed. * 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. 2 His word canraife the fprings again, And make the wither'd mountains green, Send fhow'ry bleflings from the fkies; And harvefc's in the defert rife. 3 [Where nothing dwelt but beans of prey, Or men as fierce and wild as they, He bids th' opppreft and poor repair, And builds them towns and cities there. 4 They fow the fields, and trees they plant, Whofe yearly fruits fupplies their want; Their race grows up from fruitful ftocks, Their wealth iucreafes with their flocks. $ Thus they are bleft : 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 Tons, expos'd to fcorn, Wander unpity'd and forlorn; The country lies unfene'd, untill'd, And defolation fpreadsthe field, r Yet if the humbled nation mourns, Again his dreadful hand he turns: Again he mikes their cilies thrive, And bids the dying churches live.^ *2 4 PSALM CVIII, CIX. 8 The righteous with a joyful fenfe Admire the works o ( Providence; And tongues of atheiMs fhall no more, Blafpheme the God that faints adore. 9 How few with pious care record Thefe wond'rous dealings of the Lord! But wife obfervers (till fhall find The Lord is holy, juft and kind. PSALM 108. Common Metre. A Song of Praife. % A WAKE, mv foul, to found his praife, xV Awake mv harp to fing; Join all mv pow'rs the fong to raife, And morning incenfe bring. S Among the people of his care, And thro' the nations round; Glad fongs of praife will I prepare, And there his name refound. 3 Bethnu exalted, O my God, v hove the flar-v train ; Diffufe thv heav'nly grace abroad, And teach the wotld thy reign. 4 So fhall thv cho'en fons rejoice, And throng thv courts above; While finners lr*ar thy pard'ning voice, And tafte redeeming love. PSALM 109. Ver. 1—5, 31. Common Metre L«ve to Enemies from the Example of Chrijl. * f~^ OD of my mercy ?nd my praife, VJT Thv glorv is mv f">ng; Tho' firmer* fpeak aeainft thy grace With a blafpheming tonj/ie. a When in the form of mortal man Thy So' on earth was found ; With cruel flinders afiVmbicd fmc he givey, toothers lrnds ; A ^en'rous pity fills his mind : Yet what his charity impairs, He faves by prudence in affairs. And thus.hc's mil to all mankind. ' PSALM CXII. 22* His hands, while thfy his alms beftow'd, His glory's futine harveft fow'd; The fwett remembrance of the juft Like a green root revives and bears A train of blf flings for his heirs, When dying nature fleeps in duff. Befet with threat'ning dangers round, Unmov'd fhall he maintain his ground; His confeience holds his courage up: The fou: that's fill'd with virtue's light, Shines brighteft in affliction's night : And fees in darknefs beams of hope. Pause. [Ill tidings never can furprife His heart that fix'd on God relies, Though waves and rempefts roar around i Safe on the rock he fits, and fees The fhip wreck of his enemies, And all their hone and glory drown'd. The wicked fhall his triumph fee, And gnafh 'heir teeth in agony, To find their expectations crofs'd : They and their envy, pride and fpite, Sink down to everlafHng night, And all their names in darknefs loft.] PSALM 112. Ling Metre. The Blejings of the Pious and Charitable. THRICE happy man who fears the Lord, Loves his commands, and trufts his word? Honour and peace his davs attend, And bleflings to his feed defcend. Compaffion dwells up Ml his mind, To works of mercy ftill inclin'd : He lends the poor fome prefent aid, Or gives them, not to be repaid. K »|© PSALM CXIT. 3 When times grow dark, and tidings fpread That fill his neighbours round with dread, His hcauis arm'd againlt the tear, For God with all his pow'r is there. a Hisfpirit fix'd upon the Lord Draws heav'nly courage from his word ; Amidft the darkneis light (hall rife, To cheer his heart and blefs his eyes. c He hath difpers'd his alms abroad, His works are ftill before his God; His name on earth fhall long remain, While envious finners rage in vain. PSALM 112. Common Metre, Liberality rewarded. x IT A P P Y is he that fears the Lord, JLi And follows his commands, Who lends the poor without reward, Or gives with lib'ral hands. % As pity dwells within his breaft To all the fons of need; So God fhall anfwer hisrequeft With bleflings on his feed. 3 No evil tidings fhall furprife His well eftablifh'd 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 fhiney To fhow the world his righteoufnefs, And give him peace divine. Mis works of piety and love Remain before the Lord ; Honour on eai th and joys above Shall be his fun reward. His Whew His rif Let t Not tii PSALM CXin. stji PSALM 113. Proper Tune. The Majejiy and Condefcenfion of God. YE that delight to ferve the Lord, The honours of his name record, His facred name for ever blefs : ere'er the circling fun difplays Ting beams or letting rays, lands and feas his pow'r confefs. time nor nature's narrow rounds, Can give his vaft dominion bounds : The heav'nsarefar beneath his height j, Let no created greataefs dare j With our eternal God compare, Arm'd with his uncreated might. } He bows his glorious head to view What the bright holts 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 throne of Kings, When childlefs families defpair, He fends the bleffings of an heir, To refcue their expiring name ; The mother with a thankful voice Proclaims his praifesand her joys.; Let ev'ry age advance his lame. PSALM 113. Long Metre* God fovercign and gracious. VT' E fervants of th' almighty King, X In ev'ry age his praifes fing; Where'er the fun (hall rife or fet, The nations fhall his praife repeat. Above the earth, beyond the fky, lis throne of Glory ftands on high; fvfor time, nor place, his pow'r refining Eor bound hisuniverfal reign, Ka 2 3 2 PSALM CX1V. 3 Which of the fons of Adam d2re, Or angels with their God compare ? His glories how divinely bright, Who dwells in uncreated light ! 4 Behold his love; he (loops to view What faints above and angels do ; And condefcends yet more, to know The mean affjirs of men below. 5 From duft and cottages obfeure His grace exalts the humble poor I Gives them the honour of his fons, And fits them for their heav'nly thrones 6 [A word of his creating voice Can make the barren houfe rejoice ! Tho* Sarah's ninety years were paft, The promis'd 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 fails, the prom ife bears.] PSALM H4- Long Metre. Mirtcles attending Ifracl's Journey. 1 \ li 7 H E N Ifra ' 1, freed fTOm pharaon ' s ha VV Left the proud tyrant and his land, The tribes with cheerful homage own, Their king and Judah was his throne. t Acrofs the deep their journey lay ; The deep divides to make them wav ; Jordan beheld their march, and fled With backward current to his head. 3 The mountains fhonk like frighted fhecp, Like lambs the little hillocks leap ! Not Sinai on her ba r e could ftand, Confciousof fov'reign power at hand. PSALM CXV. 23$ I What pow'r could make the deep divide? !Make Jordan backward roll his tide ? Vhy did ye leap, ye little hills ? Lnd whence the dread that Sinai feels ? ,et ev'ry mountain, ev'ry flood e tire and know the approaching God, he King of Ifrael : fee him here; I 'Tremble thou earth, adore and fear. |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 115. Firft Metre. The true God our Refuge; or, Idolatry reproved. NO T to ourfelves who are but duft, Not to ourfelves is glory due, Eternal God, thou only juft, Thou only gracious, wile and true. Difplay to earth thy dreadful name; Why Ihould a heathen's haughty tongue lnfult us, and to raife our fhame, Say, " Where's the God you've ferv'd fo long?'* The God we ferve maintains his throne, Above the clouds, beyond the Ikies, Thro' a'l the earth his will is done, He knows our groans, he hears our cries. I But the vain idols they adore II Are fenfelefs uiapes of Hone and wood ; y At belt a mafs of glut'ring ore, ji A fiiver iaint, or golden g >d. 5 [With eyes and ears, they carve the head ; "Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind i In vain are coftly off 'rings made, Aad vow* are fcatter'd ia the wind. rj4 PSALM CXV. 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 OTfracl, make the Lord thy hope, Thy help, thy refuge, and thy isft! The Lord fhall build thy ruins up, And blefsthe people and the prieft. $ The dead no more can fpeak thy praife, They dwell in iilence in the grave; But we fhall live to fing thy gr3ce, And tell the world thy pow'r to fave. P6ALM 115 Second Metre. As the new Tunc ( the 50th Pfalm. Idolatry reproved. 1 \T O T to our names, thou only juft and true. IN Not to our woithlefs names is glory due : Thy pow'r and grace, thy truth and juftice clai Immortal honours to thy fov'reign name; Shine thro' the earth from heav'n thy bleft abodi Nor let the heathens fay ; " Where is your God i s Heav'n isthinehighercourt : thereftandsthythror And thro' the lower worlds thy will is done Godfram'd this earth, the flarrv heav'ns he fprca 3?ut fools adore the gods their hands have made The kneeling croud, with looks devout behold Their filver-faviours, and their faints of gold. g [Vain are thofe artful fhapes of eyes and ears; The molten image neither fees nor hears : Their hanris arehelplefs, nor their feet can mo' They have no fpcech, nor thought, nor power, n love ; Yrt fottifh mortals make their lonp complaints To their deaf idols, and their lifelefs faints. 4 The rich have fta'ues well adorn'd with gold ; The poor content with gods of co-irfer mould, With tools of iron r»rve the (enfelefs flock Lopl from a tree, or broken from a rock : People and prieft drive on the folemn trade, And truft the gods that fawsand hammers made. HALM CXVI. *35 * Be heav'n and earth amaz'd ! 'Tis hard to fay * Which are moft ftupid or their gods or ^ hey. O Urael truft the Lord : he hears and lees, Se knows thy forrows and reftores thy peace, H s worfhip does a thoufand I comforts yield, He is thy help, and he thine heav'nly fhield. fc In God we truft ; our impious foes in vain And Sion blefsthe God that built the lk.es. PSALM ..6 FirftPvt. Common Metre. Recovery from Sicknefs. 1 4 T Love the Lord: he heard my cries, 1 And pi'.y'd ev'ry groan, Long as I live when troubles rile, I'll haflen to his throne. I lov'd the Lord : he bow'd his ear, And chas'd mv griefs away: O let my heart no more defpair, While I have breath to pray ! > My flefh declined, my fpirits fell, J And I drew near the dead, While inward pangs and fears of hell Perplex my wakeful head. 4 « My God, Icry'd, thy fervant fave, " Thou ever good and juft ; « Thy power can refcue from the grave, " Thy power is all mv truft." 5 The Lord beheld me fore diftrcft, He bade my pains remove : Return, mv foul, to God thy reft, For thou haft known his love. (6 My God hath fav'd my foul from death, And dry'd mv falling fears : Now to his praife I'll fpend my breath, r And my remaining years. 2 3 6 PSALM CXVI, CXVII. PSALM 116. Ver. i2,&c Second Part. Com. Metrt, Thanks for private Deliverances. 1 AA7 HA r lha11 ] render to m y G ° a V V For all his kindnefs fhown ? My feet fhall vifu thine abode, My foDgsaddreftthy throne. 2 Among the faints that fill thine houfe, My ofl 'rings thai! be paid; Thert lhali my zeai perform the vows, My ioul in angujfh made. 3 How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever-blefled God! How dear thy iervants in thy fight I 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. 3 Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor fhall my puipofe move : Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of paia, And bound me with thy love. 6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich giace record ; Witnefs, ye laints, who hear me now, If 1 forfake the Lord. PSALM 117. Common Metre. Praife to Gudjrom all Nations,. 1 f~\ All ye nations praife the Lord, V-/ Each with a diH 'rent tonguei In ev'ry language learn his word, And kthis name be lung. X His mc-rcv reigns thro' ev'ry land ;, Prot laim his grace abroad; for ever firm his truth fhall Kind; Praife ye the faithful God. PSALM CXVII, CXVIII. Itf PSALM 117. Long Metre. i TT'ROM all that dwell below the fkies JT Let the Creator's praife arife : Let the Redeemer's name befung Thro' ev'iy land by ev'ry tongue. e Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word; Thy praife ("hall found from 'hore to fhorc,' Till funs fhall rife and fet no more. PSALM 117. Short Metre. 1 '"T"* H Y name, almighty Lord, L Shall found thro' diftant lands : Great is thy grace, and fure thy word : Thy truth for ever ftands. a Far be thine honour fpread. And long thy praife endure, Till morning light and ev'ning fhade Shall be exchang'd no more. PSALM u8. Firjl Part Ver. 6—15. Com. Metre Deliverance from a Tumult. 1 r^T* H F, Lord appears my helper now, JL Nor is my faith afraid What all the fons of earth can do, Since heav'n affords me aid. 2 '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 thro' the Lord mv heart is firong, In him my lips rejoice ; While hisfalvation is my fong, How cheerful is my voice ! 4 Likcan^rv bees they girt me round; When God appears they flv: So burning thorns with ci ack'ling found Make a fierce blaze, and die. *5 23 3 P S A L M CXVIII. 5 Jov to the faints and peace belongs; The Lord protects their days ; Let Ifra'l tune immortal longs To his Almighty grace. PSALM i i 8. Second Part. Ver. 1 7— 2 x. Com. Metre, Public Praife for Deliverancefrom Death. I T OR D, thou hall heard thy fcrvant cry, _|_j And refcu'd from the grave; Now fhall he live : (and none can die, If God refolve to lave.) a Thy praife more conftant than before, Shall fill his daily breath; Thy hand that hath chaltis'd him fore, Defends him flill from death. * Open the gates of Sion now, For we fhall worfhip there, The houfe where all the righteous go Thy mercy to declare. Among th' afTemblies of thy faints ' Our thankful voice we raife ; There we have told thee our complaints, And there we fpeak thy praife. PSALM 118. PartlU. Ver. 22, 23. Com. Metre, Chrift the Foundation of the Church. 1 T) E H 6 L D the fure foundation Stone _D Which God in Sion lays, To build our heav'nly hopes upon, And his eternal pr;iife. a Chofen of God to finners dear, And fain's adore the name, They truft their whole falvation here, Nor fhall they fuffer fhame, 3 Thefoolifh builders, fcribe and prieftj Reject it with difdain; Firm en this Rock the church fhaU reft, Arid envy rage iu vain* PSALM C'XVIII. >J39 4 What tbo' the gates of hell withftood, Yet muft this building rife : 'Tis thy own work, Almighty God, And wond'rous in our eyes. PSALM ix8. PartlV.Ver. 24, 26. Com. Metre. Hofannah; the Lord's Day ; or, Chrifl's RefurreSion, and our Salvation. 1 Hp H I S is the day the Lord hath made, -*- 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 fatan's empire fell ; To day the faints his triumph fpread, And all his wonders tell. 3 Hofannah to the anointed King, To David's holy Son, Help us, O Lord, defcend and bring Salvation from thy throne. 4 Bleft be the Lord who comes to man With Meffages of grace : Who comes in God his Father's name, To fave our finful race. 5 Hofannah in the higheft Grains The church on earth can raife ; The higheft heav'ns, in which ht reigns, Shall give him nobler praife. PSALM 1x8. Ver. 22-^i-j. Short Metre. An Hofannah for the Lord's Day ; or, A new Song of Salvation by Chrifi, 1 P EE what a living Stone O The builders did refufe : Yet God hath built his church thereon In fpite of envious Jews. t4« PSALM CXVIII. a The fcribe and angry prieft, Rcjeft thine only Son; Yet on this rock fhall Sion reft, As the chief corner-ftone. 3 The work, O Lord, is thine, And wond'rous in our eyes : This day declares it all divint, This day did Jefus rife. 4 This isthe glorious day That our Redeemer made; Let us rejoice and Ting, and pray, Let all the church be glad. 5 Hofannah to the King Of David's royal blood : Blefohim, ye faints, he comes to bring Salvation from your God. $ We blefs thine holy word Which all this grace difplays; And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our facrifke of praife. PSALM 118. Ver. 2*— 27. Long Metre. An Hofanriih for the lord's Day; or, A new Song »/ Salvation by Chrijl. 1 T O! what a glorious Corner-ftone JL/ The Jewifh builders did refufe : But God liath built his church thereon, In fpite of envy and the Jews. * Great God, thy work is all divine, "I he joy and wonder of our eyes ; This is the day that proves it thine, The day that faw our Saviour rife. 3 Sinners rejoice, ard faints be glad ; Hofannah. let his name be blcft ; A thoufand honours on his head, With peace, and light, and glory reft ! PSALM CXIXw *4* 4 In God's own name he comes to bring Salvation to our dying race; i b t- ,v, Pr,m,fr« £s?c as more agreeable to the Grace, Truth, Promtles, oc. <%> » n f ChriC Kew Teftament, and the common Language ofLhrtj Ipsalm u 9 - ^ '•* Common Metre< The Blejfcdnejs of Saints, and M>Jery of Sinners, Verie l, 2, 3. BL E S T are the undefil'd in heart, Whofe ways are right and clean; Who never from thy law depart, But fly from ev'ry fin. Bleft are the men that keep thy word, And pradile thy commands ; - With -heir who:e heart they feck the Lord, And ferve thee with their hands. Verfe 165. Great is their peace who love thy law ; How firm their fouls abide; Nor ccn a bold temp a ion draw Their Heady feet afide Verie 6. 4 Then fhall mv heart have inward joy 3 And keep mv face from fhame, When all .hv ftatutes I obey, And honour all thy name, ^4* PSALM CXIX. Verfe M, 118. 5 But haughty fmners God will hate, The proud fhall die accurft; The fons of falfehood and deceit Are trodden to the duft. Verfe 119, 155. 6 Vile as the drofs the wicked are ; And thofe that leave thy ways, Shall fee falvation from afar, But never tafte thy grace. PSALM 119. Second Part. Secret Devotion and Spiritual Mindednefs ; or, Confanl Convey fe with God. Verfe 147, 55. 1 nnOthee, before the dawning light, -L My gracious God I pray; I meditate thy name by night, And keep thy law by day. Verfe 8t. 2 My fpirit faints to fee thy grase, -Thy promife bears me up; And while falvation long delays, Thy word fupports my hope. Verfe 164. • Seven times a day I lift my hands, And pay my thanks to thee, Thy righteous providence demands Repeated praife from me. Verfe 62. 4 When midnight darknefs veils the fkics, I call thy works to mind ; My thoughts in warm devotion rife, And fwcet acceptance find. PSALM GXIX. * 4 PSALM 119. Third Part. Profejwns of Sincerity, Repentance, and Obedience* Veile 57, 6;>. f-pHOU ait my portion, O my God ; 1 Soon as I know thy way My heart makes hafte t' obey thy word, And iuft'ers no delay. Veife 30, 14. I choofe the path of heav'nly truth,. And glory in my choice ; Not all the riches of the earth Could make me fo rejoice. The teftimonies of thy grace i fet before mine eyes ; Thence 1 derive my daily ftrength. And there my comfort lies. Verfe 59. ^ If once I wander from thy path, 1 think upon my ways, Then turn my feet to thy commands^ And trufl thy pard'ning grace. Verfe 94, 114. Now am 1 thine, for ever thine, O fave thy fervant, Lord ! Thou art my fhield, my hiding place, My hope is in thy word. Verfe 112. 1 Thou haft inolin'd this heartof mine Thy itatules to fulfil ; And thus till mortal life fhall end Would 1 perform thy will, PSALM 119. Fourth Part,. Inflruclion Ji om Scripture. ,. TTO W fhall the young fecure their hearts, XI And guard their livesfrom fin ? Thy word the choiceft rules imparts , To keep the confeience cksc * H PSALM CXIX. Verfe 130. 2 When once it enters to the mind, Tt fp»eads fuch light abroad, The meaneft fouls inltmc'lion find, And raife their thoughts to God. Verfe 105. 3 'Tis like the fun, a heav'r.lv light That g. ides us all the dav; And thro* the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way. Verfie yq. too. 4 Thementha* keep thy law with care» And meditate thy word. Grow wifer than their teachers are, And better know the Lord. Verfe 104. 113. e Thy precepts make me truly wife, 1 hate the finners road ; 3 hate mv own vain thoughts that rife. But love thy law, my God. Verfe 89, 90. 91. 6 [The (tarry heav'ns thy rule obey, Theeanh maintains her place; And thefe thyfervants, night and day, Thy (kill and pow'r exprefs. *, But Rill thv law, and gofoel, Lord, Have leffons more divine : Not eart^ (lands firmer than thy word, Nor ftars fo nobly fhinc.] Verfe 160, 140, 9, ti6, 5 Thv word is everlaftmg truth, Howtjureisev'tv page! That holy book (ball guide our youth, And well fupport our age. PSALM CXIX. *45 PSALM 119. Fifth Part. Delight in Scripture t or, the Word of Cod dmUing in us. Verfe 97. X f\H how I love thy holy law I < V_>/ 'Tis daily my delight ; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night. Verfe 148. 4 My waking eyes prevent the day To meditate thy word : My foul with longing melts away To hear thy gofpel, Lord. Verfe 3, t3, 54. g Thy heav'nly words my heart engage, And well employ my tongue, And in my tirefome pilgrimage Yield me a heav'nly fong. Verfe 19, 103. 4 Am I a ftranger, or at home, 'Tis my perpetual feaft ; Not honey dropping from the comb So much allures the tafte. Verfe 72, 127. 5 No treafures fo enrich the mind J Nor (hall thy word be fcld For loads of filver well refin'd, Nor heaps of choiceft gold. Verfe 28, 49, 175. 6 When nature finks, and fpirits droop. Thy promifesof grace Are pillars to fupport my hope, And there I write thy praife*. tttf PSALM CXIX. PSALM 119. Sixth Part. Holir, efsatid Comfort from the Word. Ver fc 1 28. • 1 T O RD, I efteem thy judgments right, JLj And all thy ftatutes juft ; Thence I maintain a conftant fight With ev'r y flatt'ring luft. Verfe 97, 9. 2 Thy precepts often I furvey; I keep thy law in fight Thro' all the bufinefsof the day, To form my aftions right. Verfe 62. g My heart in midnight filence cries, " How lweet thy comforts be ;" My thoughts in holy wonder rife, And bring their thanks to thee. Verfe 162. .4 And when my fpirit drinks her fill, At fomegood word of thine, Not mighty men that (hare the fpoil, Have joys compar'd to mine. PSALM 119. Seventh Part. hnperfeclion of Nature, and Perfeclion of Scripture* Verfe 96. Paraphrafed. I T E T all the heathen writers join JLj To form one perfecl: book, G eat God, if once compar'd with thine, How mean their writings look. -2 Not the moft perfrft rules they gave Could fhow one fin forgiv'n : Nor lead a fleo bevmd the grave. But thine conduct to heav'n. 3 I've fecn an end to what we call Perfection here below ; How fhort thepow'rs of nature fall, And cannot farther go. PSALM CXIX. 247 £ Yet men would fain bejuft wich God, By works their hands have wrought ; And 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 deferve the name. 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 119. Eighth Part. The ExceUency^pd Variety of Scripture. Verfe 111. Paraphrafed. 1 r ORD, I have made thy word my choice, JL^ My lading heritage; There (hall mv nobleft pow'rs rejoice, My warmeft thoughts engage, a I'll read the hift'ries of thy love, And keep thy laws in fight, While thro' the promifes 1 rove, With ever-frefh delight. 3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, Where fprings of life arife, Seeds of immortal bli r s are fown, And hidden glory lies. 4 The heft relief that mourners have, It makes our forrows bleft ; Our fairefi hope beyond the grave, And our eternal reft. PSALM 119. Ninth Part. Defire of Knowledge. Verfe 64, 68, 18. 1 HPHY mercies fill the earth, O Lord, 1_ How good thy works appear! Open my eyes to rr ad thy word, And fee thy wonders there. *4* PSALM CXIX. Verfe 78 , it 5 . a My heart was fafhion'd by thy hand, My fervice is thy due ; O make thy fervant underftand The duties he muft do. Verfe 19. 3 Since I'm a ftranger here below, Let not thy path be hid ; But mark the road my feet mould go, And be my conftaut guide. Verfe 26. 4 When I confefs'd my wand'ring ways, Thoa heaid'ft my foul complain ; Grant me the teachings of t*y grace, Or I fhallftray again, Verfc 33, 34 ' $ It God to me his ftatuies fhow, And heav'nly truth impart, His work for ever I'll purfue, His law fhall rule my heart. Verfe 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. Verfe 51. 7 [In vain the proud deride me now ; I'll ne'er lorgetthy law, Nor let that Dieted gofpel go Whence all my hopes I draw. Verfe 27, 171. 8 When I have learn'd my Father's will* I'll teach the world his ways; My thankful lips infpir'd with teal, Shall fing aloud his praife.] PSALM CXIX. 04* PSALM 119. Tenth Part* Pleading the Promifes. Verfc 38, 49. 1 T>EH0LD thy waiting fervant, Lord, J3 Devoted to thy fear ; Remember and confirm thy word, For all my hopes are there. Verfe 41, 58, 107. 2 Haft thou not fent falvation down, And promis'd quick'ning grace ? Doth not my heart addrefs thy throne? And yet thy love delays. Verfe 123, 42. 3 Mine eyes for thy falvation fail; O bear thy fervant up ; Nor let the fcoffing lips prevail, Who dare reproach my hope. Verfe 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 119. Eleventh Part* Breathing after Holinefs. Verfe 5, 33. 1 /~\H that the Lord would guide my ways W To keep his ftatutes ftill ! O that my God would grant me grace To know and do his will ! Verfe 29. 2 O fend thy Spirit down to write Thy law upon my heart, Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, Nor aft the liar's part. Verfe 37, 36. 3 Prom vanity turn off my eye&; Let no corrupt defign. Nor covetous defires arife Within this foul of mine. ISO PSALM CXIX. Verfe 133. 4 Order my footfteps by thy word, And make my heart fincere: Let fin have no dominion, Lord, And keep my confcience clear. Verfe 176. 3 My foul hath gone too far aftray, My feet too often flip; Yetfince I've not forgot thy way Reftore thy wand'ring fheep. Verfe 35. 6 Make me to walk in thy commands, 'Tis a delightful road ; Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands r Offend againft my God. PSALM 1 19. Twelfth Part. Breathing after Comfort- and Deliverance. Verfe 153, » TV/TY God, confider my diftrefs, XSlY. Let mercy plead my caufe ; Though I have finn'd againft thy grace, I can't forget thy laws. Verfe 39, 116. s Forbid, forbid the fharp reproach, Which I fo juftly fear ; Uphold my life, uphold my hopes, Nor let my fhame appear. Verfe 122, 135. 3 Be thou a furety, Lord, for me, Nor let the proud opprefs ; But make thy waiting fervant fee The fhinings of thy face. Verfe 82. 4 My eyes with expectation fail ; My heart within me cries, " When will the Lord his truth fulfil » And bid my cornforts rift." PSALM CXIX. *s;i Verfe 132. c Look down upon my forrows, Lord, And mow thy grace the fame ; Thy tender mercies ftill afford To thofe that love thy name. PSALM 119. Thirteenth Part. \HolyFear, and Tender nefs of Conpence. Verfe i3. 11 "TTTITH my whole heart I've fought thy face, VV O let me never ftray, ITom thy commands, O god of grace, Nor tread the Tinner's way. Verfe n. Thy word I've plac'd within my heart, To keep my confeience clean, And be an everlafting guard From ev'ry rifmg tin. Verfe 63, 53, 15?. « I'm a companion of the faints, Who fear and love the Lord ; My forrows rife, my nature faints, When men tranfgrefs thy word. Verfe 161, 163. 4 While Tinners do thy gofpel wrong, My fpirit ftands in awe; My foul abhors a lying tongue, But loves thy righteous law. Verfe 161, tso. * My heart with facred re.v'rence hea» The threat'nings of thy word ; My Hefh with holy trembling feara The judgments of the Lord. Verfe 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. t5 t PSALM CXIX. PSALM 1 1 g. Fourteenth Part. Benefit of AffliBioris, and Support under them, Vtile 153 81, 8z. 1 /CONSIDER all my forrows, Lord, y_J And th\ d< liv'rance fend: My foul for thy falvation faints, When will my troubles end ! Verle 71. 1 Yet I have found 'tis good for mc To bear my Father's rod ; Afflictions make me learn thy law, And live upon my God. Verfe 5 &. 3 This is the comfort I enjoy When new diftreis begins: I read thy word, I run thy way, And hate my former fins; Verfe 92. 4 Had not thy word been my delight When earthly joys were fled, My foul, oppreft with forrow's weight, Had funk amonglf. the dead. Verfe 75. c I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, Though they may feem fevere ; The fharpeft fuff 'rings I endure plow from thy faithful care. Verle 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 no. Fifteenth Part. Holy Refoluiions. — Verfe 93. l /^\H that thy ftatutes ev'ry hour, \_J Might dwell upon my mind ! Thence I derive a quick'ning pow'r, And daily peace I find. PS AL M CXIX. a. 53; Verfe i 5> 16. s To meditate thy precepts, Lord, Shall be my fweet employ; My foul fhall ne'er forget thy word. Thy word is all my joy. Verfe 32. I How would I run in thy commands* If thou my heart difcharge from un and fatan's hateful chains, And let my feet at large ! Verfe 13, 46. 4 My lips with courage fhall declare Thy ftatutes and thy name; I'll fpeak thy words tho' kings mould Jieafj Nor yield to finful fhame. Verfe 6r, 69, 7®. $ Let bands of perfecutors rife To rob me of my right, Let pride and malice forge their lies r - Thy law is my delight. Verfe 115. 6 Depart from me, ye wicked race, Whofe hands and hearts are ill: : Hove my God, I love his ways, And nrnil obey his will. F S A L M 119. Sixteenth Part,. Prayer for quickening Grace* Verfe 25, 37. » "Y /T Y foal lies cleaving to the duft 2 . i-VJL Lord, give me life divine; From vain defires and ev'ry luft Turn off thefe eyes of min«. % 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. ft ,, PSALM cxnc. ** Verfe 107. • When fore «ffii6r.ions prefs me dowa, I need thy quick'nmg pow'rs ; Thy word that I have relted on Shall help my heavieft hours. Verfe 1 56, 40. a 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 ? Vcrfe 159, 4°- c Does not my heart thy precepts love* And long to fee thy face ? And yet how flow my fpints move Without enliv'ning grace. Verfe 93. 6 Then (hall I love thy gofpel more, And ne'er forget thy word, When I have felt its quick'nmg pow « To draw me near the Lord. PSALM 119. Seventeenth Part. Long Metre, Grace Jhining in Difficulties and Tilth. Verfe 143, 28. 1 TT7HEN pain and anguifh feize me, Lord, VV AUmyfupport is from thy word: My foul diffolvcs for heavinefs; Uphold me with thy ftrength mng grace. Verfe 51, 69, no. a The proud have fram'd their fceffs and lies, They watch my feet with envious eyes, They tempt my foul to fnares and fin ; Yet thy commands 1 ne'er decline. Verfe 161, 78. o They hate me, Lord, without a caufe, They hate to fee me love thy laws ! But I wiiltrufUnd fcarthv name, Till pride and malice die with fhame. PSALM CXIX, CXX. *H PSALM ng. Loft Part. Sanclijied Ajfliclions ; or, Delight in the Word of Gc*t Verfe 67, 59. 1 T7* ATHER, I blefs thy gentle hand ; _£• How kind wai thy chaftifing rod, That forc'd my confcience Us a ftand, And brought my wand'ring foul to God! 9. Foolifh and vain, I went affray, Ere I had felt thy fcourges, Lord, I left my guide, and loft my way ; But now I love and keep thy word. Verfe 71. 3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rife and fwell ; 'Tis good to bear my father's ftroke, That I might laarn his ftatutes well. Verfe 72. 4 The law that iffues from thy mouth, Shall raife my cheerful paffions more Than all thetreafures of thefouth, Or richeft hills of golden ore. Ve*fe 73. I Thy handshave made ray mortal frame, Thy fpiFit form'd my foul within : Teach me to know thy wond'rous name, And guard me fafe from death and fin. Verfe 74. 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord At my falvation fhall rejoice; For 1 have trufted in thy word, And made thy grace my only choice. PSALM 120. Common Metre. Complaint of quarrelfome Neighbours; or, a devout Wijk for Peace. x r p H O U God of love, thou ever bleft, ■m. Pity cny fuff" ring ftate; When wilt thou fet my foui at reft, From lips that love deceit ? L 2 *& PSALM CXXh a Hard lot of mine! my days are caft, Among the fons of ftiife, Whofe never ceafing quarrels wafte My golden hours of life. 3 O might I fly to change my place, How would I choofe to dwell In fome wild lonefome wildei nefs, And leave thefe gates of hell ! 4 Peace is the bleffing that I feek, How lovely are its charms ! I am for peace; but when I fpeak, They all declare for arms. 5 Kew paffions ftill their fouls engage, And keep their malice ftrong : What (hail be done to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue ! y Should burning arrows fmite thee thro', Strict juftice would approve ; But I would rather fpare my foe, And melt his heart with love. P S A L, M tat. Long Metre*. Divine Proteftion. UP to the hills I lift mine eyes, Th* eternal hills beyond the fkiesi Thence all her help my foul derives} There my almighty refuge lives. £ He lives, the everlafting God . _ - That built the world, that fpread the iiood ; The heavVs, with all their hoft he made, And the dark regions of the dead. * He guides our feet, he guards our way; ° His morning fmiles adorn the day : Hefpreadstheev'ning veil, and keeps The filent hours while I fra'l fleeps. 4 Ifra'l, a name divinely bled, May Tife fecuie, fecurery reft ; Thy holy guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no (lumber, nor furprife. PSALM CXXI. «57 No fun fhall fmitc thy head by day, Nor the pale moon with fickly ray Shall blaa thy couch; no baleful ftar Darts his malignant fire fo far. Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou fhalt go, and ftill return ; Safe in the Lord ! his heav'nly care Defends thy life from ev'ry fnare. On the^foul fpirits have no pow'r ; And in thy laft departing hour, Angels that trace the airy road, Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. PSALM 12,1. Common Metre. Prefervaticn by Day and Night. TO heav'n I lift my waiting eyes, There all my hopes are laid ; The Lord that built the earth and (lues Is my perpetual aid. » Their ftedfalt feet fhall never fall, Whom he defigns to keep ; His eat attends the fofteft call ; His eyes can never fkep. 3 He will fuftain our v/eakeft pow'rs With his almighty arm, And watch our moft unguarded hours Againft furprifing harm. 4 Ifra'l rejoice, and reft fecure, Thy keeper is the Lord ; His wakeful eyes employ his pow'r For thine eternal guard. r Nor fcorching fun, nor fickly moon, Shall have his leave to fmite ; He fhields thy head from burning noon, From blading damps at night. 6 He guards thy foul, he keeps thy breath, Where thickeft dangers come : Go and return, fecure from death, Till God commands thee home. L>3 2 5 S PSALM CXXI. PSALM 121. As the 148th Pfalm. God»ur Preferver. 1 TTPWARD I lift mine eye«, \J From God is all my aid ; The God that built the flties, And earth and nature made; God is the tow'r To which I fly ; Mis grace is nigh In ev'ry hour. 2 My feet fhall never Aide, And fall in fatal fnares, Since God my guard and guide, Defe&ds me from my fears. Thofe wakeful eyes That never deep, Shall Ifra'l keep "When dangexs rife. 3 No burning heats by day, Noi blafts of ev'ning 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 giv'n thy word To fave my foul from death ? And I can truft my Lord To keep my mortal breath : I'll go and come, Nor fear to die, Till from on high Thou call me home. H PSALM CXXII. *S$ PSALM 122. Common Metre. Going to Chunk. O W did my heart rejoice to hsaa fc My friends devoutly fay, " In Hon let us all appear « And keep thefolemn day. a How the gates, I love the road ; The church adorn'd with grace, Stands like a palace built fox G«d To fhow his milder face. 2 Up to her courts with joy unknown The holy tribes repair; The So* of David holds his throne And fits in judgment there. 4 He hears our praifes and complaints 5 And while his awful voice Divides the fmnerifrom the faints, We tremble and rejoice. 3 Peace be within this facred place, And ioy a conftant gueU ! Tfith holy gifts and hjav'nly grace Be her attendants blelt! 6 My foul mall pray for ZionftiH, While life or breath "mains; There my beft friends, my kindred dw«l, There God my Saviour reigns. PSALM 122. Proper Tune. Going to Church. Q W pleas' d and blefs'd was I, «. To hear the people cry, Cow, & Ui f eek mr God t0 day Yes, with a cheerful zeal We hafte to Zion's hill, And tkere our vows and hoaeura pay. L4 'H Ufar PSALM CXXIII. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorn'd with wond'rous 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. 3 There David's greater Son Has fix'd his royal throne, He fits for grace and judgment there; He bids the faints be glad, ■He makes the (inner fad, And humble fouls rejoice with feir. 4 Maypeace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To blefsthe foul of ev'ry gueft; The man that feeks thy peace, And withes thine increafe, A thoufand bleffingson him reft! 5 My tongue repeats her vows, 'Peace to this facred hmfe ! For here my friends and kindred dwell ; And fince my glorious God "Makes thee his bleft abode, My foul (hall ever love thee well. [Repeat the \'h Stanza to complete the Tvne.'] PSALM 123. Common Metre, Pleading with Suhmiffion. Thou whofe grace and juftice reign Enthron'd above the fkies, To thee our hearts would tell their pain, To thee we lift our eyes. As fervant's watch their matter's hand, And fear the ansry ftroke! •Or maids before their miflrefs ftand, And wait a peaceful look ; 'O PSALM cxxiv. sm 3 So for our fins we juftly feel Thy difcipline, O God ; Yet wait the gracious moment (till, Till thou remove the rod. 4 Thofe that in wealth and pleafure live. Our dailv groans deride, And thy delays of mercy gtye Frefh courage to their pride. 5 . Our foes infult us, but our hope In thy compalfion lies ; This thought ihallbear our fpirits up. That God will not defpife. PSALM 124. Common Metre, God gives Viflory. p T TAD not the God of truth and love, JL JL- When hofts againft us rofe, Difplay'd his veng'ance from above, And crufh'd the concurring foes ; t Their armies like a raging flood Had fwept the guardlels land, Deftroy'd on earth his bleft abode, And whelm'd our feeble band. 3 But fafe beneath his fpreading fhield His fons fecurely reftj Defy the dangers of the field, And bear the fear lefs breaft. 4 And now our fouls fhall blefs the Lord, Who broke the deadly fnare ; "Who fav'd us from the murd'ring fword. And made our lives his care. 5 Our help is in Jehovah's name, Who form'd the heav'ns above ; He that fupports their wond'rousfrax*C Can guard h*S church by love, L-5 46* PSALM CXXV. PSALM 125. Common Metre* The Saint's Trial an i Safety. 1 TTNSHAKEN as the (acred hill, VJ And firm as mountains ftand, Firm as a rock the foul (hall reft, Thattrufts th' almighty hand. e Not walls nor hills could guard fo well Old Salem's happy ground, As thofe eternal arms of love, That ev'ry faint furroond. 5 White tyrants are a fmarting fcourge To drive them near to God, Divine compaffion will affuage The fury of the rod. 4 Deal gently,. Lord, with fouls fincere, And lead them fafely on To the bright gates of Paradife, Where Chriftthe Lord is gone, r But if we trace thofe crooked ways That the old ferpent drew, The wrath that drove him firft to hell, Shall fmite his follow 'rs too. PSALM 125. Short Metre. * he Saint's Trial and Safety ; or, moderated JJlidims, , "TIRM and unmov'd are they, X That reft their fouls on God : Firm as the mount where David dwelt, Or where the ark abode. Z As mountains ftood to guard The city's facred ground, So God and his Almighty love Embrace his faints around. 9 What tho* the Father's rod Drop a chaftifing ftvoke, Yet left it wound their fouls too de«f. Its fury fhall be broke. PSALM CXXVI. in a Deal gently, Lord, with thofe Whofe faith and pious tear, Whofe hope and love, and ev'ry gra«e, Proclaim their hearts fincere. & Nor fh'all the tyrant's rage Too long opprefs the faint ; The God of Ifra'l will fupport His children, left they faint. < But if our flavifh fear Will choofe the road to hell, We muft expea our portion there, Where bolder tinners dwell. PSALM 126. Long Metre. Surprif.ng Deliverance. 1 TT7HEN God reflor'd our captive ftat«, W Joy was our fong, and grace our tker*«j The grace beyond our hopes fo great, That joy appear'd a pleafing dream. % The icoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy name ; While we with pleafure fheue thy praii«, With cheerfnl notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review our diimal fear3, 'Twas hard to think, they'll vanifn ,0; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. A The man that in hisfurrow'd fieid, His fcatter'd feed with fadnefs leave*. Will fhout to fee the harveft yield A welcome load of joyful fheaves. PSALM 126. Common Metre. Tht Joy of a remarkable Converfion i or, Melancholy removed. j WHEN God nvtal'dhis gracious name. W And chang'd my mournful fiats, Mv rap leem'd a oleafMg dream, »peai'a fo great. 1 •ft-64 PSALM CXXVH. •2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confefs : My tongue broke out in unknown (trains, And fungfurprifing grace, j " Great is the work) my neighbours cry'd, And own'd the power divine ; ** Great is the xvork % my heart reply'd, " And be the glory thine." 4 The Lord can clear the darkeft ikies, Can give us day for night ; Make drops of facred forrow rife To rivers of delight. x Let thofethat fow in fadnefs wait Till the fair ha rv eft come, They (hall confefs their (heaves are great, And fhout thebleffings home. 6 Tho' feed lie bury'd long in the dull, It (han't deceive their hope; The precious grain can ne'er be loft, For grace infures the crop. PSALM 127. Long Metre. The Blejfings of God on the Bufincfs andComfoits of Lift. I TF God fucceed not, all the coft X And pains to build the houfeare loft, If God the city will not keep, The watchful guards as well may flecp. S> What tho' we rife before the <"un, And work and toil when day is done, Careful and fparing eat our bread, To fhuu that poverty we dread : 3 «Tis all in vain, till God hath bleft, He can make rich, yet give us reft; On God, oui fov'reign, ftill depends Our joy in children and in friends. 4 Happy the man to whom he fends Obcdientchildren, faithful friend* ! How fweet our daily comforts prove, When they are feafon'd with his love. I f 5ALM CXXVII, CXXVIII. ^ PSALM «« 7 . Common Metre. God All in AIL T God to build the houfe deny, x The builders work in vain ■ tnd towns without his wakeful c>e, An ufelefs watch maintain. Before the morning beams arile, Your painful work renew, And till the ftars afcend the fkies, Your tirefome toil purlue. Shortbe your ficeo and coarfe your f.r,, In vain till God has bled, But if bis fmiles attendyour care, You mall have food and relt. Nor children, relatives, nor friends, Shall real bleffiogs prove, N oraU the earthly joy* he fend*, If fent without his love. PSALM i*8. Common Metre Family BUjjings. Happy man, whofe foul 13 &) d Vi With zeal and revVend awe. His lips to God their honour* yieW, His life adorns the law. a A careful providence mail ftand, And ever guard thy head, Shall on Ihe labours of thy hand Its kindly blefiings fhed. _ o Thy wife (hall be a fruitful vine; 3 Thy children round thy board, Each like a plant of honour (bine, And learn to fear the Lord. A The Lord fhall thy beft hopes fulfil, 4 For months and years to come Th^ Lord who dwells on ZiooshU, Shall fend theeblemngs homt. o 5 This is the man whole hap Dv eva . Shall fee his houfekcreafe y Shall fee the Unking church aHfe, Then leave the world iq peace. P SALM t20.C0m. U^.^P er fcculorspuniJhcd. I I £ om TY youth ' mav Ifra 'J fay, -V . I J* ve 1 bec ° nurs'd in tears; My griefs were conftant as the day, And tedieus as the years. 2 Up from my youth I bore the rage Of all the fonsof ft rife ; Oft they aflaii'd my riper aga, But God prererv'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 myforrows reft. 4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, And with impartial eye, Meafur'd the mifchiefs taey had done, Then let his arrows fly. $ How was their infolence furpris'd To hear his thunders roil ! ' And all the foes of Zionfeiz'd With horror to the foul. 6 Thus fhall the men that hate the faints, Be Wafted from the fky ; Their glory fades, their courage faints, And all their profpecls die. f [What tho' they flourifh tall and fair, They have no root beneath ; Their growth fhall perifh indeipair, And lie defpis'd in death. 8 So com that on the houfe-top ftands, No hope of harveft gives ; The reaper ne'er ihall fill hit hands, Nor binder fold the fhcavcs.J PSALM CXXX. tf>7 ? 1 A L M 130. Common Motrc. Pardoning Graae. r\ U T of the deeps of long diftrefs, () The borders of defpair, Ifcnt my cries to feek thy grace. My groans to move thine ear. Great God ! mould thy feverer eye, And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flefh could ftand. o But there are pardons with my God, Tor crimes of high degre* ; _ Thy Son has bought them with his blood, To draw us near to thee. 4 n wait for thy falvation, Lord, WithftrongdefiresI wait; My foul, invited by thy word. Stands watching at thy gate, j , [Tuft as the guards that keep the nigfet 5 U Long ior the morning fkies^ Watch the firft beams of breaking & And meet them with their eyes. 4 So waits my foul to fee thy grace, And more intent than they, Meets the firft op'nings of thy face, And finds a brighter day, J 7 Then in the Lord Jet Ifra'ltruft, 7 Let IfraU 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 enOayd; The great Redeemer is his bon, AndWra'lfhallbefav'd. i6S PSALM CXXX, CXXXF. PSALM 130. Long Metre. Pardoning Grace. 1 "F \° u 1 deep f} Ar A $ and tr ° ub ^ thoughts. JL To thee, my God, 1 rais'd my cries ; If thoufeverely mark our faulcs, No flefn can ftand before thine eyes. £ But thou haft built thy throne of grace Free to difpenfe thy pardons there ' That fmners may approach thy face, And hope, and Jove, as well as fear. % 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 J 4 My truft is fix'd upon thy word, Nor fhall I trufl thy word in vain : Let mourning fouls addrtfs the Lord And find relief from all their pain. 5 Great is his love, and large his grace* Thro' the redemption of his Son : He turns our feet from finful ways, And pardons what our hands have done. PSALM 131. Common Metre* Humility and Submijion. 1 TS there ambition in my heart? A Search, gracious God. and fee* Or do I aft a haughty part ? Lord, I appeal to thee. * I charge my thoughts, be humble ftilf, 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. **> fsALM «3*. FV. s,. 3-18. Long «*:«• l t the Sc«kmc,t of a Church; or, the Ord,n«m of* Minijler. TYTHERE {hall we go to fcek and find ' VV An habitation for our God ? A dwelling for th' eternal mind ; Among the Tons of flefh and blood! « The God of Jacob chofe the hill i Of Zion for his ancient relt 5 And Zion is his dwelling ftill 5 His church is With his prefence blelt. . Here I will fix my e"*j**5^ And rei«m for ever, faith the Lord , •Here^llmypow'randlovebeknown, I And blcffings (ball attend my word. 1 Here will I meet the hungry poor, * And fill their fouls with living bread; * Sinners that wait before my door. With fweetprovifions fhallbe fed. * Girded with truth, and cloth' d with gr,^ 6 Mypriefts, mymimftcrsfhaUfliine, Not Aaron in his coftlydrefs Appears fo glorious and divine : •m The faints, -unable to contain r Thei reward joy* 7<8, t 5 , 17. C Metre. A Chinch eflah'ifhed. 1 r\TO fleep nnr (lumber to his eye* .LIN Good David would afford, •Till he had found below the ik.*es A dwelling for the Lord. 170 PSALM CXXXIII. 9 The Lord in Zion plac'd his name, His ark was fettled there; And there th' affembled nation came To worfhip thrice a year. 3 We trace no more thefe toilfome ways, Nor wander far abroad ; Where'er thy people meet for praife, There is a houfe for God.J P a u s B. 4 Arife, O King of grace, ai ife, And enter to thy reft : Lo! thy church waits with longing •yes, Thus to be own'd and bleft. 5 Enter with all thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and thy word ; AU 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 protifions of thy houfe, And fill thy poor with bread. 7 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's Anointed fhine; Jufticeand truth hissourt maintaia, With love and pow'r divine. 8 Here let him hold a lading throne, And as his kingdom grows, Frefh honours fhall adorn his crown, And fhame confound hii foes. PSALM 133. Common Mttre, Brotherly Love. 1 T O ! what an entertaining fight J_^i Thofe friendly brethren prova, Whofe cheerful heartt in bauds unite, Of harmony and love I PSALM CXXXIII. *7* Where ftreams oF blifs from Chrift the fprwg Defcend on ev'ry foul; And hea*'nly peace with balmy wing Shades and bedews the whole. • 'Tis like the oil divinely fweet On Aaron's rev'rend head, The trickling drops perfum d his ieet, And o'er his garments ipread. 4 'Tis pleafant as the morning dews That fall on Zion's hill, Where God his mildeft glory fhows, And makes his grace diftil. PSALM 133- Shon MctBe * Communion of Saints ; or, Love and Worjhip in* Fmily, 1 TT> L E S T are the fons of peace, r> Whofe hearts and hopes are one ; Whofe kiad defigns to fevve and pleafe Thro' all their actions run. 2 Bleft is the pious houfe Where zeal and friendfhip meet, Their fongs of praife, their mingled vows, Make their communion fweet. * Thus when on Aaron's head They pour'd the rich perfume, The oilthio' all his raiment fpread, And pleafure ftll'd the room. 4 Thu* on the heav'nly hills The faints are bleft above, Where joy like morning dew diftus, Aad all the air is love. PSALM 133. As the i* 2d Pfalm. The Blejfwgs of Friendjkip, TfoW pkafant'tis to fee XX Kindred and friends agree, Each in his proper Qation move, I And each fulfil his part With f> mpath:fmg heart, In all the cares ©f life and. love. *72 PSALM CXXXIV, CXXXV, 2 'Tis like anointment fhed On Aaron's facred head, Divinely rich, divinely fweet; The oil thro' all the room Diffus'd a choice perfume, Ran thro' his robes and bleft his feet, 3 Like fruitful fhow'rsof rain That water all the plain, Defcending from the neighb'ring hills ; Such ftreams of pleafcare roll Thro' ev'ry friendly foul. Where love like heav'nly dew diftils. [Repeat thefirji Stania to complete the Tune.] PSALM 134. Common Metre. Daily and nightly Devotion. : 2 XT" E that obey th' immortal Kingf „ \ Attend his holy place; Bow to the glories of his pow'r, And blefs his wond'rous grace. 2 Lift up your hands by morning li^ht, And fend your fouls on high ; Raifeyour admiring thoughts by night Above the ftarry fky. 3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts With rays of quick'ning grace ; The God that fp reads the heav'ns abroad, And rules the fwelling feas. PSALM 135. Ver. 1-4, 1 4, 1 g-zt . Firjl Part. L. M The Church is God's Houfe and Care* i T) RAISE ye the Lord, exalt his name, JL While in his earthly courts ye wait, Ye faints that to his houfe belong, Or Hand attending at his gate. 2 Praife ye the Lord, the Lord is good ; To praife his name is fweet employ : Kra'l he chofe of old, and flill His church is hii peculiar joy. PS AIM' CXXXV. fm The Lord.himfelf will judge his faints ; He treats his fervants as his friends ; And when he hears their fore complaint* Repents the forrows that he fends. Thro' ev'ry age the Lord declares His name, and breaks th' eppreflbr's rod ; He gives his fuff'ring fervants reft, And will be known th' Almighty God.. Blefs ye the Lord, who tafte his love, People and prieft'.s exalt his name : Amongft his faints he ever dwells ; His church is his Jerufalenj. PSALM 135. Ver. 5 — 12. Second Pari. The Woiks of Creation, Providence, Redemption oj Ifrael, and Dejruclion of Enemies. l f^i R E AT is the Lord, exalted high VjT Above all pow'rs and ev'ry throne^ What'er he pleafe in earth or fea, Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done. At his command the vapours rife, The lightnings flafh, the thunders roar; ; He pours the rain, he brings the wind. And tempeft from his-airy ftore. M 'Twas he thofe dreadful tokens fent,. O Egypt, thro' thy ftubborn land ; When all thy firft-born, beafts and men,. Fell dead by his avenging hand. What mighty nations, mighty kings He flew, and their whole country gave To Ifra'l, whom his hand redeem'd, No more to be proud Pharaoh's flave. It His pow'r the fame, the fame his grace, That faves us from the hofis of hell ; And heav'n he gives us to poffefs, Whence tbefe apoftate an§el3je!l.- * 74 PSALM CXXXT. PSALM 135. Common Metre. Pruife due to God, ntt to Idols. t A WARE, ye faints: To praife your Kii £\ Your fweeteft paffions raife, Your pious pleafure, while you fing, Increafing, with the praife. a Great is the Lord; and works unknown Are his divine employ : But ftill his faints ar# near his throne, His treafure and his joy. g Heav'n, earth and fea confefs his hand ; He bids the vapours rife; Lightning and ftorm at his command Sweep thro' the founding fkies. 4 All pow'r that gods or kings have claim'd* Is found with him alone; But heathen gods fhould ne'er be nam'd Where our Jehovah's known. 5 Which of the ftocks and flones they truft, Can give them fhow'rs of rain ? In vain they worfhip glittering duft, And pray to God in vain. 6 Their gods have tongues that fpeechleCs pr«ve, Such as their makers gave : Their feet were never form'd to move, Nor hands have pow'r 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. 8 Ye nations, know the living God, Serve him with faith and fear; He makes the churches his abode, And elaims your honours there. PSALM CXXVI. %7i PSALM '.36. Common Metre. M's Wonders of Creation, Providence, Redemption of Ifrael andSatvation oj his People. GI V E thanks to God the fov'reign Lor* ; His mcrcie s fill endure ; And be the King of kings ador'd; His truth isever Juie. What wo-iders hath his wifdom don« ! How mighty is his kand ! Heav'n, earth and fea he fram'd alone: How wide is his command ! The fun fupplies the dav with light : How bright his eounftlsjhine i The moon and liars adorn the night: His works are all divine ! [He ftruck the fons of Egypt deadt How dreadful is his rod! And thence with joy his people led : How gracious is our God ! He cleft the fwellimg fea in two ; His arm is great in might ; j And gave the tribes a paflage thro ; His powr and grace urate. But Pharaoh's army there he drown'dj How glorious are his ways ! And brought his faints thro' defert ground , Eternal is his praife. ; Great monarch* fell beneatfchis hand ; ViBoritus is his [word ; While Ifra'l took the promis'd land ; And faithful is his word.'] I He faw the nations dead in fin; Hijelt his pity move ; [ How fad the Hate the world was in How boundkjs was his love! 2 7 £ PSALM CXXXVT, 9 He fent to favc us from our woe ; His goodnefs never Jails ; from death and hell, and ev'ry foe ; An iJliU his grace p ; xvails. IP Give thanks to God the heav'nly King; His mercies Jliti endure ; Let the whole earth his jwaifes nng ; His truth is ever Jure. PSALM 136. Astb« 148th P&lm* 1 r> I V E thanks to God mod high, \JJ The univerfal Lord ; The fov'reign King of kings; And be his grace ador'd. Hispoxv'r and gr act- Are Jill the fame ; And let his name Have endlejs praije. S~ How mighty is his hand ! What wonders hath he done ! He form'd the earth and feas, And fpread the heav'ns alone. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall Jtill endure ; And ever Jure Abides thy word. 3 His wifdom fram'd the fun To crown the day with light; The moon and twinkling ftar» To cheerthe darkfome night. His pozv'r and grace Arejlill the fame ; And let his name Have endlejs praife. 4. He fmote the firfi-born fons, The flow'r of Egypt dead ; And thence his chofen tribes- With joy and g 39 . ^JlPart. Long Metre, The All-Seeing God. t \_j Thine eye commands with piercing Mv riling and my retting hours, My hear? and flelh with all their pow rs. j. My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God diftioftly known; i He knows the words I mean to fpeak, I Ere from my op'ning lips they break. 3 Within thy circling pow'r I (land, On ev'ry fide 1 find thy hand : Awake, afieep, at home, abroad, I am furrounded ftill with God. Amazing knowledge, vaftand great t What large extent ! what lofty height i My foul with all the pow'rs I boa.t, Is in the boundlefs profpea loft. miy theft thoughts pojefs my breafl, Where'er I rove, where'er I reft ; Nor let my weaker psffions dare Conjent tojin, jor God is there. Pause Firft. 6 Could I fo faife, fofaithiefs prove, To quit thy fervice and thy love, Where, Lord, could I thy prcfcnce fliun, Or from thy dreadful glory run? 7 If up to heav'n I take my flight, 7 'Tis there thou dwell'ft enthron'd m light. Or dive to hell, there veng'ance reigns, And fatan 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. L M 3 \ all PSALM CXXXIX. . 9 Or fhould i try lo ihun thy fight Beneath ths ipreadwig veil of night, One glance or thine, one piercing ray "Would kindle darknefs into day. 10 may th'fc thought* pqjjcfs my InaJ}, Where'er I rue, where'er Iriji; Nor let tvy weaker paflions dare Gov feat tojin, for God is there. Pause Second. ai The veil of night is no difguife, No fcreen irom thy all-fearching eyes; 'Ihy hand can feize thy foes as foon Thio' midnight (hades 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. J3 may thefe thought* fioj/eji my breaft, Where'er I love, where'er I reft; Nor let ih\ weaker paffwv.s date Cohfent to fin, for God is there. PSALM 139. Second Part. Long Metre. The wonfaefitl Formation of Man. X ""P 1 WAS fioni thy hand, my God, I came, J. A work of fuch a curious frame ; In me thy fearful wonders fhine, And each proclaims thy (kill divine. z Thine eyes did all my limbs furvey, Which yet in dark confufion lay : Thou faw'ftthe daily growth they took, Fmro'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 copy'd with unerring art. PSALM CXXXIX. **3 A At laft to (how my MaVer'i ««■»* 4 God llamp'd his image on my frame. And infome unknown moment join d The nnifh'd members of the mind. 5 There the young feeds of thought began, 5 And all the paffions of the man; Great God, our infant nature pay* Immortal tribute to thy praiie. Pause. 6 Lord, fmce in my advancing age I've afled on life's bufy ft age, Thv thoughts of love to me furmount, The pow'r of numbers to recount. » I could furvey the ocean o'er ' And count each fand that makes the Chore, Before myfwifteft thoughts could trace The num'rous wonders of thy grace. 8 Thefeonmy heart are ftill impreft, With thefe 1 give my eyes to rcit ; And at my waking hour I hnd God and his love poffefs my mind. PSALM 139- Third Part. Long Metre iSrn to hear their hps profane Take thy tremendous name in van). Does not my foul deteft and hate The ions of malice and deceu f Tho:. that oppose thy laws and thee, 1 count for euemu* to me. Oi walking in a feiledifgu^, I beg the trial of thiue eyes. U 4 *M 2 iU PSALM CXXXIX. 4 Doth fecret mifchief lurk within ? Do I indulge fome unknown fin ? -O turn my feet whene'er I ftray, And lead me in thy perfect way. PSALM 139. Firjt Part. Com. Metre. God h every where. 1 TN all my vaff. concerns with thee, I In vain my foul would try To fhun thy prefence Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye. a Thy all-furrounding fn;ht furveys My fifing and my reft, My public walks, my private ways, And fecrets of my breaft. 3 Mv 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 Owond'rous knowledge, deeo and high! Where can a creature hide? Within thv circling arms I lie, Enclos'd on ev'ry fide. 5 So let thv grace furround me Mill, And like a bulwark prove, To guard mv foul from ev'ry ill, Secur'd by fov'rtign love. Pause. 6 Lord, where (hall guiltv fouls retire Forgo'ten 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 refigo. I PSALM CXXXIX. a« 5 8 If wing'd with beams of morning light I fly heyond the weft, Thy hand, which muftfuppprt my flight, Would foon betray my reft*, q If o'er my fins I think to draw The curtains of the night, The flaming eyes that guard thy law Would turn the fhadesto light. 10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour Are boih alike to thee : O may I ne'er provoke that pow'r,. From which I cannot flee. E S A L M 139. Second Parti, Common Metres The IVifdom of God in the Formation of Man. l- \ A 7 HE N l with P leaftn g woncier ftandr VV Aod all my irametuivey, Lord 'tis thy work, I own thy hand Thusbuilt my humble clay. a Thy hand my heart and reins poffeftj Where unborn nature grew Thy wildom all my features trae'd, And all my members drew. 9 Thine eye with niceft care furvey'd^ The growth of ev'ry part; Till the whole fcheme thy thoughts had hid- Was copy'd by thy art. 4. Heav'n, earth and fea, and fire and wind- Show me thy wond'rous fkill ; But I review myfelf, and had Diviner wonders ftill. i Thy awful glories round me fhine,. My flefli proclaims thy praife; Lord, to thy works of naturejoia Thy miracles of grace. M.5, *S6 PSALM CXXXIX, CXT~ PSALM 139.^. 14, 17, 18. Third Part. C. Metre. The Mercies of God innumerable. An Evening Pfalm. 1 T O R D, when I count thy mercies o'er, I j They fliike me with furprirc ; Xot all the fands that fpread the fhore, To equal numbers rife. 2 My flefh with fear and wonder ftands, Theproduaof thy (kill, And hourly blefTmgs from thy hands Thy thoughts of love reveal. 3 Thefe on my heart by night I keep; How kind, how dear to me! O may the hour that ends my fleep Still find my thoughts with thee ! PSALM 140. Common Metre. 1 "PROTECT us, Lord, from fatal harm ; JL Behold our rifing woes; We truft alone thy pow'rful arm, To fcatter all our foes. a Their tongue is like a poifon'd dart, Their thoughts are full of guile; While rage and carnage fwell their heart, They wear a peaceful fmile. * O God of grace, thy guardian care, When foes without invade, Or fpread within a deeper mare, Supplies our conftant aid. , Let wifehood flee before thy face, Thy heav'nly truth extend, And nations taite thy heav'nly grace, And all delufion end. B With daily bread the poor fupply, d The caufe of juftice plead ; And be thy church exalted high, With Chrift the glorious head; PSALM CXLI,CXLII. a*? PS A LM 14^. Ver. 2,-5- Long Metre. Watchfulnefs and Brotherly Love. A Morning or Evening Pfalm. Andletmynigbtlywor(hvpnfe Sweet as the ev'mng facrince. o O may the righteous, when I ftray, 3 ^mTte^d rep°rove my wand'nng way I The'r gentle words like ointment Died, ShSl nlverbruife, but cheer my head. A When I behold them preft with giiet, * I'll crv to heav'n for their relief ; And by my warm petitions prove Sow much I prize their faithful love PSALM 1 42 . C. U.-God is the Ho P e of the HdpUjs * rx^O God I made my forrows known, From God 1 fought relief; IrTW complaints before his throne 1 pour'd out all my grief. a My foul was overwhelms with woes, My heart began to break ; My God, who, all my burden knows, Beholds the way 1 take. •frOnev'ry fide, I caftmine eye, And found my helpers gone. While friends and (hangers pall me by Neglected or unknown. a Then did I raife a louder cry, And call'd thy mercy near, « Thou ar my portion when I die } . « Be thou my; refuse here."' 2S3 PSALM CXLITL. 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 fhall join with me, Thy kindnefs to proclaim. P S A L M 143. Long Metre. Complaint of heavy AffliBions in Mind and Body. l TV /TY righteous judge, my gracious God, JVL Hear when I fpread my hands abroad, And cry forfuccour from thy throne, make thy truth and -mercy known. <* Let Judgment not againft me pafs : Behold thy fervant pleads thy grace : Shou'd jufiice 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 ; Down to the dud my li r e is brought, Like one long bury'd and forgot. 4 I dwell in darknefs and unfeen, My heart is defolate within : My thoughts in mufing filence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. 5 Thence I derive a glimpfe of hope To bear my finking fpirits up; 1 ftretrh mv hands to God again, _ And third like parched lands for rain. 6 For thee I third, I pray, I mourn ; When will thy fmiling face return t Shall all my joys on earth remove, And God for ever hide his love f f Mv God, thy long delay to fave, Will fink thy pris'ner to the grave ; Mv heart grows faint, and dim mine eye ; Make haite to help before I die. PSALM CXLIV. 2-89 % The night is witnefs to my tears, Diftrfffing pains, diftrefling fears; might! hear thy morning voice, How would my weary pow'rs rejoice 1 q In thee I truft, to thee 1 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 paths in which my feet fhould go : If fnares and foes befet the r sad, 1 flee to hide me near my God. rl Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heav'nly hills Let the good Spirit of thy love Conduft me to thy courts above. *l2 Then fhall my foul no more complain, The tempter then fhall rage in vain ; And flefh that was my foe before, Shall never vex my fpirit more. PSALM 144. Part I. Ver. 1, 2. Com. Metre, AJJif.ance and ViBory inthefpiritual Warfare. 1 T?O r ever-blefled be the Lord, J? My Saviour and rav fhield ; He fends his Spirit with his word, To arm me for the field, a When fin and hell their force unite, He makes my foul his care ; Inftructs me in the heav'nly fight. And guards me thro' the war. 3 A friend and helper fo divine My fainting hopes fhall raife ; He makes the glorious vicVry mine, And his fhall be the praife. *9o P S A I. M CXLIV, CXLV. PSALM 144. Part II. C. M. Ver. 3, 4, 5, g The Vanity of Man, and the Condefcenjion of God. 1 T ORD, what is man, poor feeble man, JL-i Born of the earth at firft? His life a fhadow, light and vain, Still haft'ning to the duft. a O what is feeble dying man, Or all his unful race, That God fhould make it his concern To vifk him with grace ! 3 That God who darts his lightnings down, "Who fhak.es the worlds above, What terrors wait his awful frown ! How wond'rous is his love! PSALM 14.4. Part III. L. M. Ver. ia— 1 5 . Grace above Riches ; or, the happy Nation, 1 TT APPY the city, where their fons JLJL Like pillars round a palace fet, And daughters bright a& polifh'd Hones Give ftrength and beauty to the Hate. 3 Happy the land in culture drefs'd, Whole flocks and corn have large increafe;. Where men fecurely work or reft, Nor Ions of plunder break their peace. 3 Happy the nation thus endow'd, But more divinely bleft are thofe, On whom the all-fufficient God Himlelf with all his grace beftows. PSALM 145. Long Metre. The Greatr.efs of God. I IV /TY God, my King, thy vatious praifs lVt Shall fill the remnant of my days ; Thy gra^e employ my humble tongu* Till death and glory raife the fong. PSALM CXLV. tjt 2 The wings of ev'ry hour fhall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; Andev'ry Getting fun fhall fee New works of duty done for thee. 3 Thy truth and jufticc I'll proclaim ; Thy bounty flows an endlefs ftream; Thy mercy fwift, thine anger flow, But dreadful to the fiubborn foe. 4 Thy works with fov'reign glory fhine, And fpeak thy Majefty divine; _ Let ev'ry realm with joy proclaim The found and honour of thy name, r Let diftant times and nations raife The long fucceffion of thy praife; And unborn ages make my fong The joy and triumph of their tongue. 6 But who can fpeak thy wond'rous deeds, Thy greatnefs all our thoughts exceeds; Vaftand unfearchable thy ways! Vaft and immortal be thy praife ! PSALM 145. Ver - *-?' ^-'3' ParL L " C * M> The Greatnefs of God. 1 T O N G as I live I'll blefs thy name, 1 j My King, my God of love; My work and joy fhall 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 fmg the honours of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat. • Thy grace fhall dwell upon my tongue; 3 And while my lips rejoice. The men that hear my facrcd fong Shall join their cheerful voice. a Fathers to Tons fhall teach thv name, And children learn thy wavs; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations found thy prate. 39 s PSALM CXLV. 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date Shall through the world be known ; Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly ftate With public fplendour Ihown. 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands, Thy faints are rul'd by love ; And thine eternal kingdom (lands, Tho' rocks and hills remove. PSALM H5- Pa* H. C. M. Ver. 7, &c The Goodnefs of God. % QWEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, O My God, my heav'nly King; Let age to age thy righteoufnefs In iounds of glory fing, 1 God reigns on high, bat ne'er confine* His goodnefs to the fkies; Through the whole earth his bounty fhinca, And ev'ry want fupplies. 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee tor daily rood, Thylib'ral hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good. 4. How kind are thy compaffions, Lord ! ; How flow thine anger moves! But foon he fends his pard'ning word To cheer the fouls he loves. e Creatures with all their endlefs race Thy pow'r and praife proclaim ; But faints thattafle thy richer grace Delight toblefs thy name. ISALM 145. Ver. 14, 17, &c. Part. III. C. W Mercy to Sufferers ; or, God hearing Pi ayer, 1 T E T ev'ry tongue thy goodnefs fpeak, ft a Thou fov'reign Lord of all ; Thy flrength'ning hands uphold the weak, A*d raife the poor that fall. PSALM CXLVI. 293 5 When forrow bows the fpirit down, Or virtue lies diftreft Beneath Come proud oppreffor's frown, Thougiv'ft the mourners reft. * The Lord fupports our finking days, And guides our giddy youth : Holy and juft are all his ways, And ali his words are truth. 4 He knows the pain his fervants feel, He hears his children cry; And their beft wifhes to fulfil, His grace is ever nigh. c His mercy never (hall remove From men of heart fincere ; He faves the fouls, whofc humble love Is join'd with holy fear. 6 fHisftubborn foes his fword (hall flay, And pierce their hearts with pain ; But none that ferve the Lord ft) all jay, « They fought his aid in vain. J ~ TMy Uos (hall dwell upon his praife, J Andforead his fame abroad ; Let all the fons of Adam raife The honours of their God.] PSALM 146. Long Metre. . Praife to God for his Gpodnejj and Truth. _ _ A T) R A I S E ye the Lord, my heart fhall jom JL In work fo pleafant, fo divine; Now while the flefh is mine abode, And when mv foul afcends to God, a Praife fhall employ my nobleft pow'rs, While immortalitv endures; My days of praife fhall ne'er be part, While life, and thought, and being la ft. 3 Why (hould I make a man my truft? Princes null die and turn to dufl ; Their breath departs, their pomp and po% r, And thoughts all vanifh in an hour. a 9 4 PSALM CXLVI. 4 Happv the man, whofe hopes rely On If'ral's God : He made the iky, And earth, and feas, with all their train, And none fhall find his promife vain. 5 His truth forrver (lands fecure ; He faves th' oppretl, he feeds the poor ; He fends the lab'ring confeience peace, And grants the pris'ner fwtet releafe. 6 The Lord to fight refiores the blind; The Lord fupports the finking mind ; He helps the It ranger in diflrcfs, The widow and the fatheriefs. 7 He loves the faints, he knows them well; But turns the wicktd down to hell; Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; Prailehim in everlaftiog firains. PSALM 146. As the 113th Pfalna, Praift to God for his Goodncjs and Truth. i I'LL praiie my Maker with my breath, X And when my voice is loll in death, PraiUfe fhall employ my nobler pow'is : M\ da\s of praife fhall ne'er bepaft, While life, and thought, and being lair, Or immortality endures, a Why fhould 1 make a man my truft? Princes mult die and turn to dull ; Vain is the help ol flefh and blood; Theii breath departs, their pomp and pow'r, And thoughts all vanifh in an lour, Nor can they make their piomilegcod. 3 Happy the mat), v, hole hopes rely On Ilia'i's God : He made the iky, And taiih. and lea*, with all tiitir train; His ' ruih forever Hands fccuic ; He la\ts in' opprerft, he feedsthe poor, And none IhajJ hud bis pruimie vain. PSALM CXLVII. *9$ 4 The Lord hath eves to give the blind; The Lord fupports the finking nrindj He fends the lab'rin- ci nfcience peace : He helps the fiianger in diP.refs, The widow and the fa. herhs, And grants the pris'ner fweet releafe. 5 He loves his faints, he knows them well : But turrs the wicked dcwntchell; Thy God, O Zion, everreigns: Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age, In this exalted work engage; Praife him in everlafting (trains. 6 I'll praife him while he. lends me breath, And when my voice is loft in death, Praife ftiall employ my nobler pow'rs : My days of praife fhall ne'er be pair, While life, and thought, and being laft, Or immortality endures. PSALM 147. FirJIPart. Long Metre. The Divine Nature, Providence and Grace. ilSE yetheLard; 'tis good toraife , ur hearts and "voices in his praile ; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. The Lord builds up Jerufalem, And gathers naiions to his name : His mercy melts the ft-ibborn foul, And makes the broken fpirit whole. I Hefoim'dthe fiais, thofe heav'nK flam«, ' He counts their numbers, calls tljeii r?mes, His fov'relgn witdom knows do boaod, A deep where all our thoughts are drawn d. t Great is the Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite : , He crowns -he* meek, rewards the juit, And treads the wicked to the dull. PRAIS Our *S5 PSALM CXLVII. Pause. 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who fpreads his clouds around the iky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops defcend in vain. 6 He makes the grafs the hills adorn, And clothes the fmiling fields with corn; The beads with food his hands fupply, And feeds the ravens when they cry. y What is the creature's fkill or force, The vig'rous man, the warlike horfe, The fprightly wit, the a&ive limb ? All are too mean delights for him. 8 But fain'sare 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 147 . Second Part. Long Metre. Summer and Winter. 1 T E T Zion praife the mighty God, JLj And make his honours known abroad; For fweet the joy, our fongs to raife, And glorious is the work of praife. S Our children live fecure and bleft; Our Chores have peace, our cities reft; He feeds our fons with fined wheat, And adds his bleffings to their meat. * 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 flrews the ground; His hail defcends with dreadful found; His icy bands the rivers hold, And terror arms his wintry cold. PSALM CXLVII. m , He bids the warmer breezes blow, Thcicediffolves, the waters flow, But he hath nobler works and ways To call his people to his praiie. J Thro' all our realm his laws are mown f His gofpel thro' the nation known ; Se hath not thus reveal'd his word Toev'ryland: Praife ye the Lora. PSALM 14 7- ^.7-9. >3">8. C. Metre. The Seafons of the Year. WITH fongs and honour founding loud,. Addrefs the Lord on high; Over theheav'ns he fpreads his cloud, And waters veil the fky. 2 He fends his fhow'rs of bleffingi down To cheer the plains below ; He makes the grafs the mountains crowr* And corn in valleys grow, o He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the ravens cry ; But man who tatles his fineft wheat- Should raife his honours high. 4 His fteady counfels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the fun cut fhort h:s race> And wint'ry days-appear- K His hoary froft, his fleecy fnow, Deff end and clothe the ground ; The liquid ftreams foibcar to flow, In icy fetters bound. 6 When from his dreadful ftores on high. He pours the founding hail, The wretch that dares h's God dely Shall find his courage fail. , He fends his word and melts the fnow, The fields no longer mourn ; He calls the warmer gales to blow,. And bids the fpring return. 4 9 S PSALM CXLVIII. 8 The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word : With fongs and honours founding loud, Praife ye the fov'reign Lord. PSALM 148. Proper Metre. Ptaife to God from all Creatures. x "VTE tribes of Adam, join 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. 1 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 fhining 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 wheel* In unknown ages paft, And each his word fulfils, While time and nature lath In difP rent ways His works proclaim His wond'rous name, And fpeak his praife. PSALM CXLVIII. 4** Pause. I Let all the earth-born race, And monfters of the deep, The nfh that cleaves the leas, Or in their bofomfleep; From fei to fhore Their tribute pay, And ftill difplay Their Makei's pow'r. 5 Ye vapours, hail, and (now, Praife ye th' Almighty Lord, And ftormy winds that blow To execute his word. When lightnings fhuie Or thunders roar, Let earth adore His hand divine. * Ye mountains near the ikies, With lofty cedars there, And trees of humbler Gzc 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 honours fing : Nor let the dream Of pow'r and ftate Make you for get His pow'r fupreme. q Virgins and youths engage To found his praif- divine, While infancy and age Their feeble voices join : 3 oo PSALM CXLVIIL Wide as he reigns His name be fung By ev'ry tongue Inendlefs (trains, to 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 (hall raife. His honours high. PSALM 148. Paraphraftd. Long Metre. Univerfal Praife to God. 1 T OUD Hallelujahs to the Lord, \ j From diftant worlds where creatures dwell;. Let heav'n begin thefolemn word, And found it dreadful down to hell. Note, This Pfalm may be Jung to the Tune of the old with or Myth Pfj/m, ij theje two Lines be added to every Stanza (viz.) Each of his works his name difplays, But they can ne'er complete the praife. [Otkervoife it muflbefung to the ufual Tunei of the Long Metre. a The Lord, how abfolute he reigns, Let ev'ry angel bend the knee ; Sing of his love in heav'n-ly drains, And fpeak how fierce his terrors be. 2 High on a throne his glories dwell, An awlul throne of finning bli fs : Fly thro' the world, O fun, and tell, How dark thy beams compar'd to his. 4 Awake ye ttmpefts and hisfame, In founds of dreadful praife drc!rr> ; Let the fwcet whifper of his name Fill ev'iy geatler breeze of ais. PSALM CXLVIII. 3 cn $ 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. I $ Ye flow'ry plains proclaim his (kill ; Ye vallies fink before his eye; And let -his praife from ev'ry hill Rife tuneful to the neighb'ring iky. 7 Ye ftubborn oaks, and ftately pines, Bend your high branches and adore: _ Praife him, ye beafts, in different ftrainsj The lamb mufi bleat, the Hon roar. 1 8 Ye birds, his praife muft be your theme, Who form'd to fong your tuneful voice; I While the dumb fifh that cut the ftream In his prote&ing care rejoice. [ 9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, When nature all around you fings? Oh for a fhout from old and young. From humble fwains and lofty kings! 10 Wide as his vaft dominion lies* Make the Creator's name be known ; Loud as his thunder fhout his praife, I And found it lofty as his throne. li Jehovah ! 'tis a glorious word! Oh may it dwell on ev'ry tongue ! But faints who belt have known the Lord, Are bound to raife the nobleft fong. 12 Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on ev'ry chord : from all below, and all above, Sing Hallelujah's to the Lord. PSALM 148. Short Metre Univerfal Praife'. ET ev'ry creature join L' Ye hea"''nly hoft the fong begin, And found his name abroad. N 3o2 , PSALM CXLVIII. a Thou fun with golden beams, And moon with paler rays, Ye ftarry lights, ye twinkling flames, Shine to your Maker's praife. o He built thofe worlds above, And fix'd their wond'rous frame ; By his command they (land or move, And ever fpeak his name. 4 Ye vapours, when ye rife, Or fall in fhow'rs or fnow, Ye thunders mutm'ring round the fkies, His pow'rand glory fhow. r Wiftd, hail, and flafhing fire, ° Agree to praife the Lord, When ye in dreadful dorms confpire To execute his word. 6 By all his works above His honours be expreft ; But faints that taftehis faving love Should fing his praifes beft. Pause Firft. •j Let earth and ocean know They owe their Maker praife : Praife him, ye wat'ry worlds below, And monfters of the feas. 8 From mountains near the fky, Let his high praife refound, From humble fhrubs and cedars high, And vales and fields around. 9 Ye lions of the wood, And tamer beaftsthat graze, Ye live upon his daily food, And he expetts your praife. 10 Ye birds of lofty wing, On high his praifes bear ; Or fit on flow'ry boughs and fing Your Maker's glory there. PSALM CXLIX. 3o3 1 Ye reptile myriads join, T* exalt his glorious name, And flies in beaut'ous forms that Ihiae, His wond'rous (kill proclaim. 12 By all the earth-born race, His honours be exprefs'd, But faints that know his heav nly grace, Should learn to praifc him belt. Pause Second. jo Monarchsof wide command, Praife ye th' eternal King ; Tudges, adore that fov'reign hand, J Whence all your honours fprmg. 14 Let vig'rous youth engage To found his praifes high . While growing babes and witting age, Their feebler voices try. t c United zeal be fhown His wond'rous fame to raife , God is the Lord; hi« name alo»e Deferves our endlefs prai.e. j 6 Let nature join with art, And all pronounce him bleu , Bufflints that dwell fo near h ls heart Should fmg his praifes belt. PSALM 149- Common Metre. TraifeGod, all his Saints^, the Stints judging the AL L ye that love the Lord, rejoice, And let your fongs be new; Amidftthc church with cheerful voice His later wonders fhow. The lews, the people of his grace, Shall their Redeemei flog; And Gentilenationsioin th? praile, While Zion owns bet King. N 2 •A 1 504 PSALM CL. 3 The Lord takes pleafure in the juft; Whom Tinners treat with fcorn ; The meek that lies defpis'd in dull Salvation lhall adcrn. 4 Saints mould be 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 veng'ance fhall attend their fongs, The veng'ance of the Lord. 6 When Chrift his judgment-feat afcends, And bids the world appear, Thrones are prepar'd for all his friend* Who humbly lov'd him here. 7 Then fhall they rule with iron-rod Nations that dar'd rebel; And join thefentence of their God, On tyrants doom'd to hell. 8 The royal finncrs, bound in chains, New triumph fhall afford : Such honour for the faints remains ; Praife ye and love the Lord. PSALM 150. Ver. 1 , 2 , 6. Common Metre. A Song of Praife. 1 |N God's own houfe pronounce his prajfe, J. His grace he there reveals ; To heav'n your joy and wonder raife, For there his glory dwells. 2 Let all your fac-ed pafiions move, While you rehcarfe his deeds; But the great woik of laving love Your higheit praile exceeds* DOXOLOGIES. 305 o All that have motion, life and breath, 6 Proclaim your Maker bleft ; yet when my voice expires in death, My foul fhall praife him belt. ^CHRISTIAN DOXOLOGY. Long Metre. TO God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit three in one, Be honour, praife, and glory giv a By all on earth, and all in heav n. Common Metre. 1 T E T 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 two Stanzas. 1 »T^H E God of mercy be ador'd, Who calls our fouls from death, Who faves by his redeeming word, And new-creating breath. % To praife the Fathei and the Son, And Spirit all divine, The one in three, and three in one, Let Saints and angels join. Short Metre. YE angels round the throne, And faints that dwell below, Worfhip the Father, praile the Son, And bleis the Spirit tcjo, N DOXOLOGIES. As the 113/A PJala* O W 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 (he angels near the throne, .And all the faints in earth and heav'n. As the 1 48M Pfalm. TO God the Father's throne Perpetual honours raife; Glory to God the Son, To God the Spirit praife: With all our pow'rs, Eternal King, Thy name we fing, "While faith adores. T I N I Si I MP