FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. 
 
 BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO 
 
 THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 
 
 
A 
 
 C O UJL E C T ION 
 
 O F 
 
 PS A L M S 
 
 PROPER FOR 
 
 / 
 
 Christian worship, 
 
 IN THREE PA R*T S, 
 
 I. Psalms of DAVID, &c. 
 
 II. Psalms of Praise to GOD, 
 
 III. Psalms on various Subjects* 
 
 JoV a" O r 
 
 — Speaking unto yourf elves in Pfebn^ and Hymns, and 
 fpiritual Songs ; finging and making Melody' in pup . 
 Heart, unto the Lord* 
 
 St. Paul* 
 
 LIVERPOOL* 
 
 Printed for J. Gore, Bookfeller, neat th« Exchange 
 
 MDCCLXX. 
 
PART I. 
 
 PSALM S 
 
 O F 
 
 DAVID, &c. 
 
 PSA LM I. Common Metre. 
 The way and end of the righteous and wicked. 
 
 i. T TOW bleft is he, who ne'er confents 
 
 J7X By m advice to walk ; 
 Nor ftands in finners ways, nor fits 
 
 Where men profanely talk : 
 
 2. But makes the perfect law of God 
 His ftudy and delight; 
 
 Devoutly reads therein by day, 
 And meditates by night ! 
 
 3. He'll flourifh ftill, like fome fair tree 
 With waters near its root ; 
 
 Frefh as the leaf his name fhall live. 
 His works are heav'nly fruit. 
 
 4. Not fo the impious and unjuft j 
 They no fuch bleffings find j 
 
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 Their hopes fhall flee, like empty chaff 
 Before the driving wind. 
 
 5. No hypocrite mail dare to ftand 
 Before God's judgment-feat, 
 
 When ail the faints, at his right-hand, 
 In full affenbly meet. 
 
 6. For God approves the good man's ways ; 
 To happinefs they tend ; 
 
 But finners, and the paths they tread, 
 Shall both in ruin end. 
 
 PSALM II. Common Metre. 
 
 A prophecy of the Messiah'/ kingdom. 
 
 1. A TTEND, earth, the fix'd decree, 
 . lJL ^ n d learn Jehovah's will : 
 
 " Thou art my fon, lit thou fupreme 
 " On ZzWs facred hill. 
 
 2. " My hand fhall give to thee alone 
 " The heathens wide domain ; 
 
 " And earth's remoteft ends fhall own 
 " Thy univerfal reign. 
 
 3. " "Who will not to thy fcepter bow 
 " Shall feel thine iron rod, 
 
 " And, crufh'd in helplefs ruin, mow 
 " Thejuftice of a God." 
 
 4. Be wife, ye princes, learn to fear 
 The pow'r of pow'rs fupreme ; 
 
 With awful trembling joy revere 
 The Lord's exalted name. 
 
 5. Receive the Son with due refpecl ; 
 Your timely homage pay ; 
 
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 Left he revenge the bold neglect, 
 
 Incens'd by your delay. 
 6. If but in part his anger rife, 
 
 Who can endure the flame ? 
 Then bleft are they whofe hope relies 
 
 On his moil holy name.' 
 
 PSALM IV. Common Metre. 
 
 Integrity and -piety the fapport of good men. 
 
 1. THHE rightous Lord loves upright fouls; 
 
 He marks them for his own ; 
 And, when he hears their humble pray'r, 
 Bends from his gracious throne. 
 
 2. ThenVill I fear his facred name, 
 Nor dare oppofe his will ; 
 
 Commune in fecret with my heart, 
 And bid each thought be llill. 
 
 3. And whale my willing hands prefent 
 This ofFrinfyto the Lord, 
 
 My foul defies each threat'ning ill, 
 And trufls his faithful word. 
 
 4. While thoufancs fearch for blifs on earth 
 And fearch, al is ! in vain ; 
 
 Be mine the joys his favour gives ; 
 Let me his frriles obtain. 
 
 5. One fmile from thee, my gracious God, 
 Bids all my pow'rs rejoice ; 
 
 Not all the pleAfure? earth can yield 
 Should charge my happy choice. 
 
 6. Secure beneath thy guardian hand, 
 I give mine eyes to fleep ; 
 
 That 
 
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 That hand protects my wakeful hours, 
 And will my flumbers keep. 
 
 PSALM V. Common Metre. 
 For the LOR D's Day Morning. 
 
 1. "F ORD, in the morning thou fhalt hear 
 
 H j My voice afcending high j 
 To thee will I direct my prayV ; 
 To thee lift up mine eye. 
 
 2. Thou art a God before whofe fight 
 The wicked fhall not ftand ; 
 
 Sinners mall ne'er be thy delight, 
 Nor dwell at thy right hand. 
 
 3. But to thy houfe will I refort, 
 To tafte thy mercy there ; 
 
 I will frequent thine holy court, 
 And worfhip in thy fear. 
 
 4. O may thy fpirit guide my feet 
 In ways of righteoumefs ; 
 
 Make ev'ry path of duty flraight 
 And plain before my face. 
 
 5. The men who love and fear thy name 
 Shall fee their hopes fulfill'd ; 
 
 The mighty God will compafs them 
 With favour as a fhield. 
 
 PSALM VIII. Long Metre. 
 The condefcending Goodnefs of GOD to Men. 
 1. ^"\ LORD, how glorious is thy name, 
 V^| Thro' all the earth's extended frame ! 
 Majeftic fplendors form thy feat 
 And heav'n adores beneath thy feet. 
 
 2. When 
 
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 5. Who to his plighted vows and truft 
 Has ever firmly flood ; 
 
 And tho ? he promife to his lofs, 
 Still makes his promife good. 
 
 6. Who feeks not by oppreiUve ways 
 His wealth to multiply ; 
 
 Whom no rewards can ever bribe, 
 The guiitlefs to deftroy. 
 
 7. The man who, by this fleady conrfe, 
 Has happinefs infur'd, 
 
 When earth's foundation makes, fhall fland, 
 By providence fecur'd. 
 
 PSALM XVI. Common Metre. 
 Rejoicing in God. 
 
 1. Y TEATHENS to fenfelefs idols hafte; 
 X JL They worfhip wood and ftone ; 
 
 But my delightful lot is caft 
 Where the true God is known. 
 
 2. His hand provides my conftant food^ 
 He fills my daily cup ; 
 
 Much am I pleas'd with prefent good, 
 But more rejoice in hope. 
 
 3. God is my portion and my joy; 
 His counfels are my light ; 
 
 He gives me kind advice by day, 
 And guards my head by night. 
 
 4. My foul would all her thoughts approve 
 To his all-feeing eye ; 
 
 Nor death nor hell my hope fhall move. 
 While fuch a friend is nigh. 
 
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 5. Therefore, my heart all grief defies ; 
 In death I will rejoice ; 
 
 My flefh mall reft in hope to rife, 
 Wak'd by his pow'rf ul voice. 
 
 6. God will the paths of life difplay, 
 .Which to his prefence lead, 
 
 Where plcafure flows without allay, 
 And joy mall never fade. 
 
 n PSALM XVIII. Common Metre. 
 A public thank/giving for viclory, 
 i. "T^THEN God our leader mines in arms, 
 
 V V What mortal heart can bear 
 The thunder of his loud alarms, 
 The light' ning of his fpear ? 
 
 2. He fpeaks, and at his fierce rebuke 
 
 Whole armies are dilmay'd ; 
 His voice, his frown, his angry look, 
 
 Strikes all their courage dead. 
 
 3 * He forms our gen'rals for the field, 
 
 With all their dreadful fkill ; 
 Inftruefcs their hands the fword to wield, 
 
 And makes their hearts of fteel. 
 
 4. *Tis by his aid our troops prevail, 
 And break united pow'rs ; 
 
 Or burn their boafted fleets, or fcale 
 The proudefl of their tow'rs. 
 
 5. The Lord our Saviour ever lives; 
 His name be ever bleft ; 
 
 'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives, 
 And gives our country reft* 
 
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 6. On kings who reign as David did 
 
 He pours his bleiTmgs down ; 
 Secures their honours to their ieod 9 
 
 And well fupports their crown. 
 
 PSALM XIX. Short Metre. 
 The inftruclwns of nature and revelation, 
 
 1. T> EH OLD the lofty Iky 
 
 [3 Declares its Maker God; 
 And all his 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 difPrent land 
 Their gen'ral voice is known ; 
 
 They fpeak the wonders of his hand, 
 The orders of his throne. 
 
 4. He bids the morning fun 
 Begin his glorious way ; 
 
 His beams thro* all the nations run 
 And light and life convey. 
 
 5. But where he fends his word 
 He fpreads diviner light ; 
 
 There finners learn to know the Lord, 
 And guide their fteps aright. 
 
 6. His laws are juft and pure ; 
 His truth without deceit ; 
 
 His promife ftands for ever fure, 
 And his rewards are great. 
 
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 7. While with my heart and tongue 
 
 I fpread thy praife abroad ; 
 Accept the worfhip and the fong, 
 
 My Saviour and my God. 
 
 PSALM XXII. Long Metre. 
 The fuffenngs ^Messiah. 
 
 I. TkTOW let our mournful fongs record 
 j^J The dying forrows of our Lord, 
 When he complain'd in tears and blood, 
 As one fonaken of his God. 
 
 2t The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, 
 
 And fhak'd their heads, and laugh'd in fcorn: 
 " He refcu'd others from the grave 5 
 " Now let him try himfelf to fave. 
 
 3. " This is the man did once pretend 
 " God was his Father and his friend \ 
 « If God the bleffed lov'd him fo, 
 
 « Why doth he fail to help him now ?" 
 
 4. Barbarous people ! Cruel priefts ? 
 How they flood round like favage beafts, 
 Like lions gaping to devour, 
 
 When God had left him in their pow'r ! 
 
 5. They wound his head, his hands, his feet. 
 Till ftreams of blood each other meet : 
 By lot his garments they divide, 
 
 And mock the pangs in which he dy'd. 
 
 6. But God his Father heard his cry ; 
 Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high ; 
 The nations learn his righteoufncfs, 
 And humble finners tafte his grace. 
 
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 PSALM XXIII. Long Metre. 
 GOD our fbepherd. 
 
 1. "m yr Y fhepherd is the living Lord ; 
 JlVA M Y wants & a H a ^ De weu ftipply'd : 
 His providence and holy word 
 Become my fafety and my guide. 
 
 2. In paftures where falvation grows, 
 
 He makes me feed, he makes me reft ; 
 There living water gently flows, 
 And all the food's 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. Tho' I walk thro' the gloomy vale, 
 Where death and all its terrors are ; 
 My heart and hope mail never fail : 
 For God my fliepherd's with me there. 
 
 5. Amidft the darknefs and the deeps, 
 He is my comfort, he my ftay ; 
 
 His ftaff fupports my feeble fteps j 
 His rod directs my doubtful way. 
 
 6. Surely the mercies of the Lord 
 Attend his children all their days ; 
 Then fhall his houfe be mine abode, 
 And all my work be pray'r and praife. 
 
 PSALM XXIV. Common Metre. 
 Accefs to GOD in worjhip. 
 j . nr^Ii E earth for ever is the Lord's, 
 
 JL' With Adam's num'rous race j 
 He rais'd its arches o'er the floods, 
 
 And built it on the feas. 2, But 
 
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 2. But who among the fons of men 
 May vilit his abode ? 
 
 He that has hands from mifchief clean, 
 Whofe heart is right with God. 
 
 3. This is the man may rife and take 
 The bleffing of his grace ; 
 
 This is the iot of thofe who feek 
 Their heav'nly Father's face. 
 
 4. Now let our fouls' immortal pow'rSj 
 To meet the Lord prepare ; 
 
 Lift up their everlafting doors y 
 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 XXV. . Short Metre. 
 GOD the guide of his fervants* 
 i.-Y^THOE'ER, with humble fear, 
 
 Wf To God his duty pays, 
 Shall find the Lord a faithful guide 
 In all his righteous ways. 
 
 2. For God to all his faints 
 His holy will imparts ; 
 
 And will his gracious cov'nant write 
 In their obedient hearts. 
 
 3. He thofe in virtue guides 
 Who his direction feek ; 
 
 And in his facred paths will lead 
 The humble and the meek. 
 
 4. Thro' 
 
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 4. Thro' all the ways of God 
 Both truth and mercy mine, 
 
 To thofe who, with religious hearts, 
 To his bleft will incline. 
 
 5. Let all my righteous deeds 
 To full perfection life ; 
 
 Becaufe my firm and conftant hope 
 On thee, O God, relies. 
 
 PSALM XXVII. Common Metre. 
 Truft in GOD a fupport under troubles* 
 
 1. QOON as I heard my father fay, 
 \^ " Ye children feek my grace (■' 
 
 My heart reply'd, without delay, 
 " I'll feek my father's face. 
 
 2 . Let not thy face be hid from me, 
 Nor frown my foul away ; 
 
 God of my life, I fiy to thee 
 In a diftreffing day. 
 
 3. Should friends and kindred near and dear 
 Leave me to want or die ; 
 
 My God would make my life his care, 
 And all my need fupply. 
 
 4. My fainting heart had dy'd for grief, 
 Had not my foul belie v'd 
 
 To fee thy grace provide relief; 
 Nor was my hope deceiv'd. 
 
 5. Wait on the Lord, ye trembling faints, 
 And keep your courage up ; 
 
 He'll raife your fpirit when it faints, 
 And far exceed your hope, 
 
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 PSALM XXIX. Long Metre. 
 GOD the thunderer. 
 i. g^% IVE to the Lord, ye fbns of fame, 
 \JT Give to the Lord, renown and pow'r: 
 Afcribe due honours to his name, 
 And his eternal might adore. 
 
 2. Jehovah, with an awful noife, 
 The watry clouds afunder breaks : 
 The ocean trembles at his voice, 
 
 When God from heav'n in thunder fpeaks. 
 
 3. How full of pow'r that voice appears, 
 With what majeftic terror crown'd, 
 Which from their roots tall cedars tears, 
 And ftrews their fcatter'd branches round ! 
 
 4. That voice the folid oaks can make, 
 And drip the fpreading forefts bare : 
 His glory hear it loudly fpeak, 
 
 And thro* the heav'ns his pow'r declare. 
 
 5. The Lord fits fov'reign on the flood \ 
 The thund'rer reigns for ever king ; 
 But makes his church his bleft abode, 
 Where we his awful glories fmg. 
 
 PSALM XXXII. Long Metre. 
 The happinefs of the penitent, 
 
 1. T> EYOND expreffion bleft is he 
 
 Jj Whofe num'rous fins are cover'd o'er; 
 The humble foul to whom the Lord 
 Imputes his guilty deeds no more. 
 
 2. He mourns his finful follies paft, > 
 And keeps his heart with conltant care ; 
 
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 His lips and life without deceit 
 Shall prove his penitence fincere. 
 
 3 1 The man who hides his confcious guilt, 
 Shall pine beneath a fecret wound ; 
 But he that owns and leaves his faults, 
 With peace and pardon mail be crown'd. 
 
 4. The Lord hath built a throne of grace, 
 Free to difpenfe his mercies there $ 
 That finners may approach his face, 
 And hope and love, as well as fear« 
 
 PSALM XXXIII. Seclion ijl. Common Metre. 
 
 The works of creation a?id providence. 
 
 1. T) EJOICE, ye righteous in the Lord ; 
 
 [\ This work belongs to you : 
 Sing of his name, his works, his word, 
 How holy, juft, and true. 
 
 2. Let all your facred paflions, mov'd, 
 In joyful concert meet ; 
 
 And chearful fongs of loud applaufe 
 The harmony compleat. 
 
 3. For faithful is the word of God, 
 His works with truth abound ; 
 
 Juftice he loves, and all the earth 
 Is with his goodnefs crown'd. 
 
 4. His wifdom and almighty word 
 The heav'nly arches rear'd ; 
 
 And all the beauteous hofts of light 
 At his command appear'd. 
 
 5 . He bid the fwelling waters flow 
 To their appointed deep j 
 
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 The flowing feas their limits know, 
 And their own ftation keep. 
 
 6. Ye tenants of the fpacious earth, 
 With awe before him ftand ; 
 
 He fpake, and nature took its birth, 
 And refts oh his command. 
 
 7. Whatever the mighty Lord decrees 
 Shall ftand for ever fine ; 
 
 The fettled purpofe of his heart 
 For ever mall endure. 
 
 PSALM XXXIII. Sea. 2d. As 113th Pfalm. 
 Creatures vain, and GOD all-fujficitnt. 
 
 1. jt^\ Happy nation, where the Lord 
 \^/ Reveals the treafure of his word, 
 And builds his church his earthly throne ! 
 
 His eye the heathen world furveys ; 
 *He form'd their hearts, he knows their ways ; 
 But God their Maker is unknown. 
 
 2. Let kings rely upon their hoft, 
 
 And of his ftrength the champion boaft ; 
 
 In vain they boaft, in vain rely ; 
 In vain we trail the brutal force, 
 Or fpeed or courage of an horfe, 
 
 To guard his rider or to fly. 
 g. The eye of thy companion, Lord, 
 Doth more fecure defence afford, 
 
 When deaths or dangers threat'ning ftand ^ 
 Thy watchful eye preierves the juft, 
 Who make thy name their fear and truft, 
 
 When wars or famine wafte the land. 
 
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 4. In ficknefs or the bloody field, 
 Thou our phyfician, thou our mield, 
 
 Send us falvation from thy throne ; 
 We wait to fee thy goodnefs ihine j 
 Let us rejoice in help divine, 
 
 For all our hope is God alone. 
 
 PSALM XXXIV, Common Metre. 
 Remarkable deliverances celebrated. 
 
 1. T^HRO' all the changing fcenes of life 3 
 
 X In trouble and in joy, 
 The praifes of my God fhall Hill 
 My heart and tongue employ. 
 
 2. Of his deliv'rance I will boaft, 
 Till all who are diftrefs'd 
 
 From my example comfort take, 
 And footh their griefs to reft. 
 
 3. O magnify the Lord with me, 
 With me exalt his name : 
 
 To him in my diftrefs I calPd j 
 He to my refcue came. 
 
 4. The hofts of God encamp around 
 The dwellings of the juft ; 
 
 His pow'rful arm protects the men 
 Who make his name their truft. 
 
 5. With grateful hearts obferve his ways, 
 And on his goodnefs reft ; 
 
 So will your own experience prove t 
 
 That pious fouls are bleft. 
 f For while his fear infpires your breafts, 
 
 His mercy will be nigh, 
 
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 To guard your lives from threatening ills, 
 And all your wants fupply. 
 
 PSALM XXXVI. Long Metre. 
 The perfections and providence of GOD. 
 
 I. T JIG H in the heav'ns, eternal God, 
 Xi Thy goodnefs in full glory Ihines \ 
 Ihy truth mall break thro' ev'ry cloud 
 Which veils and darkens thy defigns« 
 
 2. For ever firm thy juftice {lands, 
 
 As mountains their foundations keep j 
 Great are the wonders of thy hands ; 
 Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 
 
 3. Thy mercy makes the earth its care ; 
 lliy providence is kind and large ; 
 Angels and men thy bounty {hare y 
 The whole creation is thy charge. 
 
 4. Since of thy goodnefs all partake. 
 With what afTurance may the juft 
 
 Thy fhelt'ring wings their refuge make^ 
 And faints to thy protection trufl ? 
 
 5. Such guefts mall to thy courts be hd 9 
 And there enjoy a rich repaft ; 
 
 There drink, as from a fountain's head. 
 Of joys which mall for ever laft. 
 
 6. With thee the fprings of life remain ; 
 Thy prefence is eternal day : 
 
 O let thy faints thy favour gain ; 
 To upright hearts thy truth difplay. 
 
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 PSALM XXXVII. Common Metre. 
 
 The ivay and end of the righteous and wicked 
 
 compared* 
 i. "Jl /TY God, the fteps of pious men 
 
 X\jL Are order' d by thy will ; 
 Tho' they fhould fall, they rife again, 
 
 Thy hand fupports them fcill. 
 2. The Lord delights to fee their ways ; 
 
 Their virtue he approves ; 
 He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace, 
 
 Nor leave the men he loves, 
 g. The heav'nly heritage is theirs, 
 
 Their portion and their home ; 
 He feeds them now, and makes them heirs 
 
 Of bleflings long to come. 
 
 4. The haughty fmner have I feen, 
 Nor fearing man or God, 
 
 Like a tall bay-tree fair and green, 
 Spreading its arms abroad : 
 
 5. And lo, he vanifh'd from the ground, 
 Deftroy'd by hands unfeen ; 
 
 Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found, 
 
 Where all the pride had been. 
 60 But mark the man of righteoufnefs, 
 
 His fev'ral fteps attend ; 
 True pleafure runs through all his ways, 
 
 And peaceful is his end. 
 
 PSALM XXXIX. Common Metre. 
 
 The vanity of man as mortal. 
 1 . r T^E ACH me the meafure oi my days, 
 Y Thou Maker of my frame j 
 
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 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 fliow ; 
 Some dig for mining ore ; 
 
 They toil for heirs they know not who, 
 And ftraight are feen no more. 
 
 5. What mould I wifh or wait for then 
 From creatures, earth and duft ? 
 
 They make our expectations vain, 
 And difappoint our truft. 
 
 6. Now I forbid my carnal hope, 
 My fond deiires recall ; 
 
 I give my mortal intereft up, 
 And make my God my all. 
 
 PSALM XL. Common Metre. 
 The obedience of the Messiah. 
 
 1. rr-iHUS faith the Lord, "Your work is vain \ 
 
 " Give your burnt ofPrings o'er ; 
 " In dying goats and bullocks flain 
 " My foul delights no more." 
 
 2. Then fpake the Saviour, " Lo, I'm here, 
 " My God, to do thy will > 
 
 « What 
 
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 « Whate'er thy facred books declare, 
 
 « Thy fervant fliall fulfil, 
 3 . " Thy law is ever in my fight, 
 
 " I keep it near my heart $ 
 " Mine ears are open with delight 
 
 " To what thy lips impart." 
 
 4. And fee, the bleft redeemer comes ; 
 The fcn of God appears ; 
 
 And at tlr* appointed time affumes 
 The body God prepares. 
 
 5. Much he reveal'd his father's grace, 
 And much his truth he fhew'd ; 
 
 And preach'd the way of righteoufnefs, 
 Where great affemblies flood. 
 
 6. His father's honour touch'd his heart 5 
 He pity'd finners cries : 
 
 And, to compleat the Saviour's part, 
 Was made a facrifice. 
 
 PSALM XLV. Common Metre, 
 
 Messiah the king of the church, 
 
 1 . "TIT TE'LL fpeak the honours of our king; 
 
 YV How bright his glories are ! 
 None of the fons of mortal race 
 May with our Lord compare. 
 
 2 . Kind is his fpeech and heav'nly grace 
 Upon his lips is fhed ; 
 
 His God with bleffings numberlefs 
 Hath crown' d his facred head. 
 & 3. Gird on thy fword, victorious prince ^ 
 Ride with majeftic fway ; 
 
 Thy 
 
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 Thy terror fliall ftrike thro' thy foes, 
 And make the world obey* 
 
 4. Thy throne, O God, for ever ftands 5 
 Thy word of grace mall prove 
 
 A peaceful fceptre in thine hands, 
 To rule thy faints by love. 
 
 5. Juftice and truth attend thee flill ; 
 But mercy is thy choice ; 
 
 And God, thy God, thy foul ihall fill 
 With moft peculiar joys. 
 
 PSALM XLVI. Long Metre, 
 The fafety of good men amidft general calamities. 
 
 1 . /^1 OD is the refuge of his faints, 
 
 \Jf When ftorms of fharp diftrefs invade j 
 E'er we can offer our complaints, 
 Behold him prefent with his aid. 
 
 2 . Let mountains from their feats be hurPd 
 Down to the deep, and buried there j 
 Convulfions fhake the folid world ; 
 Our faith mail never yield to fear. 
 
 3. Loud may the troubled ocean roar \ 
 In facred peace our fouls abide, 
 While ev'ry nation, ev'ry more, 
 Trembles and dreads the fwelling tide. 
 
 4. There is a ftream, whofe gentle flow 
 Supplies the city of our God ; 
 life, love, and joy Hill gliding thro', 
 And wat'ring our divine abode. 
 
 5. That facred ilream, thine holy word, 
 Supports our hope, our fear controuls ; 
 
 Sweet 
 
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 Sweet peace thy promifes afford, 
 
 And give new llrength to fainting fouls. 
 
 PSALM L. Section ift. Proper Tune. 
 The I aft judgment, 
 i k r T 1 HE God of glory lends his fumrnons forth, 
 X Calls the fouth nations, and awakes the 
 north : 
 From eaft to weft the fov'reign order's fpread, 
 Thro' diftant worlds and regions of the dead. 
 The trumpet founds : hell trembles; heaven rejoices; 
 Lift up your heads, ye faints, with ch earful 'voices. 
 
 2. No more mall atheifts mock his long delay ; 
 His vengeance fleeps no more: behold the day; 
 Behold the judge defc ends ; his guards are nigh; 
 Tempef Is and fire attend him round the Iky. 
 When GOD appears, all nature fh all adore him ; 
 While finners tremble, faints rejoice before him. 
 
 3. " Heav'n, earth, and hell draw near \ let all 
 
 things come, 
 " To hear my juiiice and the finner's doom ; 
 " B ut gather lirit my faints (the j udge commands) 
 "Bring them, yeangels, from their diftant lands." 
 Our GOD is come : wake every ch earful ' paJJion 9 
 And fi> out, ye faints, he comes for your falvation. 
 
 4. " Here (faith the Lord) ye angels, fpread 
 
 their thrones, 
 " And near me feat my fav'rites and my fons :— 
 " Come my belov'd, poffefs the joys prepar'd 
 " E'er time began ; 'tis* your divine reward." 
 Judgment proceeds : ye faints, join all your voices ; 
 Raif? your triumphant fongs, for heav'n rejoices.-- 
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 5. " Approach my throne,ye wicked and profane, 
 " Receive your doom, nor call my threatnings 
 
 vain : 
 " No longer lodge the impious thought within, 
 " That the All -holy will indulge your fin :" 
 GOD is the judge of hearts : no fair difguifes 
 Canfcreen the guilty, when his vengeance rifes. 
 
 .6. Silent 1 waited with long-fuff'ring love ; 
 " You vainly hop'd that I mould ne'er reprove; 
 "But fee, my vengeance wakes ; my thunder 
 rolls; [fouls." 
 
 "And confcious guilt condemns your wretched 
 Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; 
 Lift up your heads, ye faints, with chearf id voices. 
 
 PSALM L. Seclion id. Common Metre. 
 
 Obedience better than facrifice. 
 
 i.nTTriUS faith the Lord," The fpacious fields, 
 j[_ " And fiocks and herds are mine \ 
 
 " O'er all the cattle of the hills 
 " I claim a right divine. 
 
 2." I afk no fheep for facrifice, 
 " Nor bullocks burnt with fire ; 
 
 " To hope and love, to pray and praife, 
 " Is all that I require. 
 
 3. Call upon me when trouble's near, 
 " My^hand mall fet thee free ; 
 
 " Then iliall thy thankful lips declare 
 " The honour due to me. 
 
 4. The man who offers humble praife, 
 " lie glorifies me befi : 
 
 " And 
 
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 " And thofe who tread my holy ways 
 " Shall my falvation tafte. ,, 
 
 PSALM LI. Long Metre. 
 A penitential ffahn. 
 j, f\ God of grace, my crimes forgive; 
 \J Let a repenting finner live ; 
 Behold me not with angry look, 
 But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 
 
 2. O warn my foul from ev'ry fin, 
 
 And make my guilty confcience clean ; 
 Here on my heart the burden lies, 
 And paft offences pain mine eyes. 
 
 3. Before thee, O my God, alone 
 
 The heinous deeds of guilt were done j 
 Before thee, proftrate in the duft, 
 I own thine awful fentence juft. 
 4. 1 might be banifh'd from thy face, 
 Like the vile offspring of difgrace ; 
 And, like a bafe and fpurious birth, 
 Be made the lhame and fcorn of earth. 
 
 5. That inward truth thy laws require 
 
 Thy righteous judgments, Lord, infpires 
 Opprefs'd with deep remorfe I lie, 
 Beneath thine heart-difcerning eye 
 
 6. No rites can eafe my fecret pain, 
 Or wafh away the guilty ftain ; 
 Only thy mercy can impart 
 Pardon and comfort to my heart. 
 
 7. Lord, call me not in wrath away. 
 Nor hide thy fpirit's chearing ray ° 7 
 
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 The joys thy favour gives reft ore, 
 And guard me that I fall no more. 
 8. A broken heart, my God, my. King, 
 Is all the offering I can bring ; 
 The God of grace will ne'er defpife 
 A broken heart for facrifice. 
 
 PSALM LV. Common Metre. 
 
 Dally devotion, 
 
 E T fiimers take their foolifh courfe_ 
 And choofe the road to death ; 
 But in the worfliip of my God 
 I'll fpend my daily breath. 
 
 2. By morning-light I'll feek his face \ 
 At noon repeat, my cry ; 
 
 The night fhall hear me afkhis grace, 
 Nor will he long deny, 
 
 3. God fhall preferve my foul from fear. 
 Or fhield me when afraid ; 
 
 And guardian angels fhall be near, 
 If he command their aid. 
 
 4. With all my troubles and my cares 
 I'll lean upon the Lord ; 
 
 I'll c aft my burdens on his arm, 
 And reft upon his word. 
 
 5. His pow'rful arm fhall well fuftain 
 The children of his love ; 
 
 The ground on which their fafety refts 
 No earthly pow'r can move* 
 
 
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 PSALM LVII. Long Metre. 
 
 A general act of praife. 
 
 1. T> E thou exalted, O my God, 
 
 JJj Above the heav'ns where angels dwell \ 
 Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, 
 And land to land thy wonders tell. 
 
 2. My heart is fix'd; my tongue fhall raife 
 Immortal honours to thy name'; 
 Awake my tongue to found his praife, 
 My tongue, the glory of my frame. 
 
 3. In thee, my God, are all the fprings 
 Of boundlefs love, and grace unknown ; 
 All the rich bleilings nature brings 
 Are gifts defcending from thy throne. 
 
 4. High o'er the earth thy gotdnefs reigns, 
 And reaches to the utmoii iky ; 
 
 Thy truth to endlefs years remains, 
 When lower worlds dirlblve and die. 
 
 5. 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 LX. Common Metre. 
 For a faft day In time of v:ar, 
 
 1. T ORD, haft thou c aft the nation off? 
 JS j Muft we for ever mourn ? 
 
 Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath ? 
 Shall mercy ne'er return ? 
 
 2. The terror of one frown of thine 
 Melts all our ftrength away j 
 
 Like 
 
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 Like men that totter drunk with wine, 
 We tremble in difmay. 
 
 3 . The kingdom fhakes beneath thy ftroke* 
 And dreads thy threat'ning hand j 
 
 O heal the nation thou haft broke ; 
 Confirm the wav'ring land, 
 
 4. Lift up a banner in the field 
 For thofe who fear thy name ; 
 
 Protect thy fervants with thy fliield, 
 And put our foes to ihame. 
 
 5. Go with our armies to the fight* 
 Like a confed'rate God ; 
 
 In vain confed'rate pow'rs unite 
 Againft thy lifted rod* 
 
 6. Our troops fliall gain a wide renown 
 By thine aflifting hand ; 
 
 *Tis Gop who treads the mighty down, 
 And makes the feeble ftand. 
 
 PSALM LXI. Short Metre. 
 Safety in GOD, 
 
 1 . "\\ THEN, overwhelm'd with grief, 
 
 VV My heart within me dies, 
 Helplefs, and far from all relief, 
 To heav'n I lift mine eyes, 
 
 2. O lead me to the rock 
 That's high above my head, 
 
 And make the covert of thy wings 
 
 My fhelter and my fhade. 
 g. Within thy prefence, Lord, 
 
 I ever would abide j 
 
 Thou 
 
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 Thou art the tow'r of my defence, 
 
 The refuge where I hide. 
 4. Thou giveft me the lot 
 
 Of thofe who fear thy name ; 
 If endlefs life be their reward, 
 
 I mail poflefs the fame. 
 
 PSALM LXII. Long Metre. 
 
 Confidence in GOD, not in creatures. 
 
 1. *m /|"Y fpirit looks to God alone • 
 
 jL V JL My rock and refuge is his throne ; 
 In all my fears, in all my ilraits, 
 My foul on his falvation waits. 
 
 2. Truft him, ye faints, in all your ways ; 
 Pour out your hearts before his face ; 
 When helpers fail, and foes invade, 
 God is our all-fufficient aid. 
 
 3 . Falfe are the men of high degree ; 
 The meaner fort are vanity \ 
 Both, in the fcale of truth, appear 
 Light as a puff of empty air. 
 
 4. Make not encreafing gold your truft ; 
 Nor fet your hearts on glitt'ring .dull : 
 Why will you grafp the fleeting fmoke, 
 And not believe what God hath fpoke? 
 
 5. Once hath his awful voice~declar'd, 
 Once and again mine ears have heard* 
 " All powV is his eternal due ; 
 
 " He mull be fear'd and trufted too." 
 
 6. For fov'reign pow'r reigns not alone ; 
 Grace is a partner of the throne : 
 
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 Thy grace and juftice, mighty Lor ft 4 , 
 Shall well appoint our laft reward. 
 
 PSALM LXIII. As the 1 1 3 th Pfalrm 
 
 For the Lord's day morning* 
 
 i. TPO tnee ? m y God, without delay, 
 J[ My morning homage I will pay - } 
 
 For thee I long, to thee I look : 
 So travellers in defert lands, 
 'Miclft fultry gleams and fcorching fands, 
 
 Pant for the cooling water brook. 
 
 2. Within thy courts I've feen thy pow'r, 
 And learn'd to prize the favour more 
 
 Than life itfelf with all its joys : 
 There let thy fmiles again appear, 
 Again my drooping fpirit chear, 
 
 And to thy praiie attune my voice .>- 
 
 3. Not all the dainties of a feait, 
 Can give fuch pleafures to my tafte, 
 
 As from thy facred pre fence fpring \ 
 Then till my laft expiring day, 
 I'll lift my hands to praiie and pray, 
 
 And tune my joyful lips to fing. 
 
 4. When darknefs calls my pow'rs to reft. 
 Faith in thy goodnefs makes me blcft \ 
 
 And, 'midft the wakeful hours of nighty 
 With joy I fee thy mercy fpread 
 Its guardian wings around my head, 
 
 And fearlefs wait the morning light. 
 
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 PSALM LXV. Section ift. Long Metre. 
 The goodnefs of GOD in the feafons of the year, 
 i . nr-irF Almighty bids the morning ray, 
 _J_ Smile in the eair. and bring the day \ 
 
 He guides the fun's declining wheels 
 
 Over the tops of weftern hills. 
 
 2. Seafons and times obey his voice ; 
 The evening and the morn rejoice 
 
 To fee the earth made foft with fhow'rs, 
 Laden with fruit, and dreft in flow'rs. 
 
 3. '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 dilpenfe. 
 
 4. The defart grows a fruitful held 5 
 Abundant fruit the vallies yield 5 
 The vallies fhout with chearful voice, 
 And neighb'ring hills repeat the joys. 
 
 5. The paftures fmile in green array ; 
 There lambs and larger cattle play ; 
 The larger cattle and the lamb 
 Each in its language fpeaks his name. 
 
 6. His works pronounce his powV divine ; 
 O'er ev'ry field his glories firine ; 
 Thro' ev'ry month his gifts appear :— *- 
 Great God, thy goodnefs crowns the year* 
 
 PSALM LXV. Sedionid. Common Metre. 
 
 The blejfings of fpring, 
 I- f^\ OOD is the Lord, the heavenly king, 
 \jr Who makes the earth his care, 
 
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 Viiits the paftures ev'ry fpring, 
 And bids the grafs appear. 
 
 2. The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high, 
 Pour out, at his command, 
 
 Their wat'ry bieflings from the Iky, 
 To chear the thirity land. 
 
 3. The fbften'd ridges of the field 
 Permit the corn to fpring ; 
 
 The vallies rich provilion yield, 
 And the poor labourers iing. 
 
 4. The little hills, on ev'ry fide, 
 Rejoice at falling fhow'rs ; 
 
 The meadows, drefs'd in all their pride, 
 Perfume the air with flow'rs. 
 
 5. The barren clods, refrefh'd with rain, 
 Promife a joyful crop ; 
 
 The parching grounds look green again, 
 And raife the reaper's hope. 
 
 6. The various months God's goodnefs crown % 
 How bounteous are his ways ! 
 
 The bleating flocks fpread o'er the downs, 
 And Ihepherds ihout his praife. 
 
 PSALM LXVI. Common Metre. " 
 The /over eign dominion of GO D. 
 i. OING, all ye nations, to the Lord, 
 
 fcj Sing with a joyful voice ; 
 With melody of found record 
 His honours and your joys. 
 2 . Say to the pow'r that ihakes the fky, 
 " How terrible art thou ! 
 
 " Before 
 
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 " Before thy face thy foes muft fly, 
 " Or at thy feet muft bow." 
 
 3. Come fee the wonders of our God ; 
 His fov'reign pow'r confefs ; 
 
 In folemn hymns your inward dread 
 Of his great name exprefs. 
 
 4. He made the ebbing channel dry, 
 While Ifrael pafs'd the flood ; 
 
 Th' aftonihVd tribes purfu'd their way, 
 And triumph'd in their God. 
 
 5. God by his pow'r for ever rules 5 
 His eyes the world furvey ; 
 
 Let no prefumptuous mortal dare 
 
 Oppofe his fov'reign fway. 
 6„ O blefs our God, and never ceafe ; 
 
 Ye faints, fulfil his praife ; 
 He keeps our lives, maintains our peace, 
 
 And guides our doubtful ways. 
 
 PSALM LXVIII. Long Metre. 
 
 GOD the guardian of the righteous. 
 
 1. T^O God your voice in anthems raife ; 
 
 Jehovah is the name he bears ; 
 In him rejoice, proclaim his praife, 
 Who rides upon the rolling fpheres. 
 
 2 . Thofe who obey his fov'reign will 
 His favour's ch earing beams enjoy ; 
 Their upright hearts let gladnefs fill, 
 And grateful fongs their tongues employ. 
 
 j.Afcribe ye pow'r to Go; moft high; 
 Of humble fouls his handVakes care, 
 
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 Whofe ftrength, from out the dufky Iky, 
 Darts mining terrors thro' the air. 
 4. Tho' glory fills his heav'nly courts, 
 There hath he fix'd his gracious throne ; 
 His arm the feebleft faint fupports ; 
 To God give praife, to him alone. 
 
 PSALM LXX. Common Metre. 
 Dependence on GO D thro* every ft age of life* 
 i. *]^ /|~Y God, my everlafting hope, 
 
 J[ V A I nve u P on thy truth ; 
 Thine hands have held my childhood up, 
 And flrengthen'd all my youth. 
 
 2. My flefli was fafhion'd by thy pow'r> 
 With all thefe limbs of mine ; 
 
 And from my mother's painful hour. 
 I've been entirely thine. 
 
 3. Still has my life new wonder feen 
 With each returning year : 
 
 Behold the days that yet remain, 
 I truft them to thy care. 
 
 4. Call me not off when ftrength declines 
 When hoary hairs arife ; 
 
 And round me let thy goodnefs fhine 
 Whene'er thy fervant dies. 
 
 5. Then in the hift'ry of my age, 
 When men review my days, 
 
 They'll read thy love in ev'ry page> 
 In ev'ry line thy praife* 
 
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 PSALM LXXII. Long Metre. 
 
 The Messiah' s kingdom. 
 
 1. /^1 REAT God, whofe univerfal fway 
 \jr The known and unknown worlds obey 5 
 The kingdom give to David 's fon, 
 Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne. 
 
 2. Thy fceptre well becomes his hands ; 
 All heav'n fubmits to his commands ; 
 His juftice mall avenge the poor, 
 And pride and rage prevail no more. 
 
 3. With pow'r he vindicates die juft, 
 And treads th' oppreffor in the duft ; 
 His worlhip and his fear fliall iaft, 
 Till hours and years and time be pari. 
 
 4. As rain on meadows newly mown, 
 So mall he fend his influence down : 
 His grace on fainting fouls diftils, 
 Like heav'nly dew on thfrfty hills. 
 
 5. The heathen lands, that lie beneath 
 The ihades of over-fpreading death, 
 Revive at his firfl dawning light, 
 And deferts bloffom at the fight. 
 
 6. The faints ihall flourifh in his days, 
 Dreil in t le robes of joy arid praife ; 
 Peace, like a river, from his throne 
 Shall flow to nations yet unknown* 
 
 PSALM LXXIII. Common Metre. 
 GOD cur frefent f upper t and future portion, 
 
 1 . /^1 O D my fupporter and my hope, 
 %jr My help for ever near, 
 
 Thy 
 
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 Thy prefence cheers ^ry drooping foul, 
 And banifhes my fear. 
 
 2 . Thy counfels mall conduct my feet 
 Thro' this dark wildernefs ; 
 
 Thy hand mall place me near thy feat, - 
 To dwell before thy face. 
 
 3. Were I in heav'n without my God, 
 'T would be no joy to me ; 
 
 And, while this earth is my abode, 
 I long for none but thee. 
 
 4. What if the fprings of life were broke. 
 And flefh and heart mould faint ; 
 
 God is my foul's eternal rock, 
 The ftrength of ev'ry faint. 
 
 5. To raife my thoughts to thee, my God, 
 Shall be my fweet employ ; 
 
 My tongue fhall found thy works abroad, 
 And tell the world my joy. 
 
 PSALM LXXVIII. Common Metre. 
 The providence of GO D recorded to foJlerlty s 
 
 I.T ET children hear the mighty deeds 
 JLj Which God perform 5 d of old ; 
 
 Which in our younger years we faw, 
 And which our fathers told. 
 
 2. He bids us make his glories known, 
 His works of pow'r and grace ; 
 
 And we 5 ll convey his wonders down 
 Thrb 5 ev 5 ry rifing race. 
 
 3. Our lips fhall tell them to our fons, 
 And they again to theirs j 
 
 That 
 
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 That generations yet unborn 
 
 May teach them to their heirs. 
 4. Thus mall they learn, in God alone 
 
 Their hope fecurely ftands ; 
 That they may ne'er forget his works, 
 
 But practife his commands. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIV. As the 148th PfaJm. 
 The pleafures of public worfhip. 
 
 1 . "I ORD of the worlds above, 
 I j How pleafant and how fair 
 The dwellings of thy love, 
 Thine earthly temples are ! 
 
 To thine abode 
 My heart afpires, 
 With warm defires 
 To fee my God. 
 
 2 . To fpend one facred day 
 Where God and faints abide, 
 Affords diviner joy 
 
 Than thoufand days befide ; 
 Where God reforts, 
 I love it more 
 To keep the door 
 Than mine in courts. 
 
 3. For God his people loves, 
 His hand no good with-holds 
 From thofe his heart approves, 
 From pure and pious fouls ; 
 
 Thrice bleft is he, 
 O Lord of hofts, 
 Whofe fpirit trufts 
 Alone in thee. 
 
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 4. O happy fouls that pray- 
 Where God appoints to hear! 
 O happy men who pay 
 Their conftant fervice there i 
 
 They praife thee ftill ; 
 And happy they 
 Who love the way 
 To Zion's hill. 
 
 5. They go from ftrength to ftrength 
 Thro* this dark vale of tears, 
 Till each arrives at length, 
 
 Till each in heav'n appears ; 
 O glorious feat, 
 When God our king 
 Shall thither bring 
 Our willing Feet i 
 
 PSALM LXXXV, Common Metre, 
 Prayer for public deliverance. 
 
 1. FTHHY favour, gracious Lord, difplay, 
 
 Which we have long implor'd ; 
 And, for thy wond'rous mercy's fake, 
 Thy wonted aid ajford. 
 
 2. Thine anfwer patiently we'll wait, 
 For thou with glad fuccefs, 
 
 If they no more to folly turn, 
 Thy mourning faints wilt blefs. 
 
 3. To tliofe who fear thy holy name 
 Is thy falvation near ; 
 
 And in its former happy ftate 
 Our nation mall appear. 
 
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 4. For mercy now with truth is jdin'd J 
 And righteoufnefs with peace. 
 
 Like kind companions abfent long, 
 With friendly arms embrace. 
 
 5. Truth from the earth mail fpringjwhilftheav'n 
 Shall ftreams of juftice pour ; 
 
 And God, from whom all goodnefs flows, 
 Shall endlefs plenty fhow'r. 
 
 6. Before him righteoufnefs mall march, 
 And his juft paths prepare ; 
 
 While we his holy fleps purfue 
 With conftant zeal and care. 
 
 PSALM LXXXVL Common Metre* 
 
 Praife to the one true GOD, 
 i. A MONG the princes, earthly gods, 
 
 XjL There's none hath pow'r divine j 
 Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, 
 
 Nor are their works like thine. 
 
 2 . Thy matchlefs pow'r, thy fov'reign fway^ 
 The Nations mall adore ; 
 
 Their long mifguided pray'rs and praife 
 To thee, O God, reftore. 
 
 3. All mall confefs thee great, and great 
 The wonders thou haft done ; 
 
 Shall own that thou art God fupreme, 
 That thou art God alone. 
 
 4. While heav'n* and all who dwell on high* 
 To thee their voices raife, 
 
 Let the whole earth affift the Iky, 
 And join t* advance thy praife* 
 
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 PSALM LXXXIX. Setiionift. Long Metre. 
 
 The truth of GOD in the promife of the Mes si ah. 
 
 I. XT 1 OR ever fhall my fong record 
 J/ The truth and mercy of the Lord ; 
 Mercy and truth for ever ftand, 
 Like heav'n fupported by his hand, 
 
 2.' Jehovah fpeaks, with gracious voice : 
 " David, the fervant of my choice, 
 " Receive the covenant of my love, 
 " Nor doubt the pow'r which reigns above. 
 
 3." While earth and feas and fkies remain, 
 " Thy feed thro' endlefs years fhall reign ; 
 " He is my chofen king ; his throne 
 " Shall ftand unfhaken as mine own." 
 
 4. The words eternal love hath fpoke, 
 Eternal truth will ne'er revoke ; 
 The cov'nant Hands for ever fure ; 
 The throne for ever fhall endure. 
 
 5. Then let the God of truth and grace 
 Be prais'd by all the heav'n-born race ; 
 And let afTembled faints below 
 Prefent the fongs of praife they owe. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIX. Sea. 2d. Common Metre. 
 The power and majefly of GO D. 
 
 1. ifc t| TTTH rev'rence let the faints appear 
 YY And bow before the Lord, 
 
 His high commands with rev'rence hear, 
 And tremble at his word. 
 
 2 . How wonderful thy glories be ! 
 How bright thine armies mine ! 
 
 Where 
 
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 Where is the pow'r that vies with thee, 
 Or truth compar'd with thine ? 
 
 3. The northern pole and fouthern reil 
 On thy fupporting hand ; 
 
 Darknefs and day, from eaft to weft, 
 Move round at thy command. 
 
 4. Thy words the raging winds controul, 
 And rule the boift'rous deep; 
 
 Thou mak'ft the fleeping billows roll* 
 The rolling billows fleep. 
 
 5. Heav'n, earth, and air and fea are thine, 
 And the dark world of hell : 
 
 How can thine arm in vengeance mine, 
 When mortals dare rebel ! 
 
 6. Juftice and judgment are thy throne ; 
 Yet wond'rous is thy grace ; 
 
 While truth and mercy, join'd in one, 
 Invite us near thy face : 
 
 7. Thrice happy are the fouls who know 
 Their kind inviting voice ; 
 
 Peace fhall attend the path they go, 
 Who in thy name rejoice. 
 
 PSALM XC. Common Metre. 
 GOD eternal, and ?nan mortal. 
 
 1 '/^\ God, our help in ages paft, 
 
 \_J Our hope for years to come ; 
 Our fhelter from the ftormy blaft, 
 
 And our eternal home ! 
 2. Before the hills in order flood, 
 Or earth receiv'd her frame, 
 
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 From everlafting thou art God ; 
 To endlefs years the fame. 
 
 g.A thoufand ages, in thy fight, 
 
 Are like an ev'ning gone ; 
 Short as the watch that ends the night, 
 
 Before the rifing fun. 
 
 4. The bufy tribes of flefh and blood, 
 With all their lives and cares, 
 
 Are carried downwards by the flood, 
 And loft in following years. 
 
 5. Time, like an ever-rolling ftream, 
 Bears all its fons away ; 
 
 They fly, forgotten, as a dream 
 Dies at the op'ning day. 
 
 6. Like flow'ry fields the nations fland, 
 Pleas'd with the morning-light ; 
 
 The flow'rs, beneath the mower's hand, 
 Lie with'ring ere 'tis night. 
 
 7. So teach us, Lord, the heav'nly art 
 T' improve the hours we have, 
 
 That we may act the wifer part, 
 And live beyond the grave. 
 
 PSALM XCI. Common Metre. 
 Good men the care of providence. 
 
 1. *^&7"L fons of men, a feeble race, 
 
 Expos'd to evVy fnare, 
 Come make the Lord your dwelling-place, 
 And try and truft his care. 
 
 2. No ill mall enter where you dwell • 
 Or if the plague come nigh. 
 
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 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 your ways ; 
 To watch your pillow while you fleep, 
 
 And guard your happy days. 
 
 4. " Becaufe on me they fet their love, 
 
 " I'll fave them (faith the Lord) 
 " I'll bear their joyful fouls above 
 
 " Deftruction and the fword. 
 5." My grace fhall anfwer when they call; 
 
 " In trouble I'll be nigh : 
 " My pow'r fhall help them when they fall, 
 
 " And raife them when they die. 
 
 6. " Thofe who on earth my name have known, 
 
 " I'll honour them in heav'n ; 
 " There my falvation (hall be fhown, 
 
 " And endlefs life be giv'n." 
 
 P S A L M XCII. Common Metre. 
 A pfalm for the fabbath-day. 
 
 1. T TOW good and pleafant is the work 
 J£~X To blefs the Lord moft high ; 
 
 And with repeated hymns of praife 
 His name to magnify ! 
 
 2. With ev'ry morning's early dawn, 
 His goodnefs to relate ; 
 
 And of his conftant truth , each night, 
 The glad effects repeat. 
 
 3. How wond'rous are thy works, O Lord, 
 How deep are thy decrees ! 
 
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 Whofe winding track, in fecret laid, 
 No though tlefs iinner fees. 
 
 4. Tho' wicked men, like blooming flow'rs, 
 A while look frefh and gay ; 
 
 Soon muft the fhort-liv'd beauty fade, 
 Their glory pafs away. 
 
 5. But thofe who keep the laws of God, 
 Within his courts mail thrive ; 
 
 Their vigour and their fruitfulnefs 
 Shall in old-age revive. 
 
 6. Thus will the Lord his juftice fhew ; 
 And God, our ftrong defence, 
 
 Will due rewards to all the world 
 Impartially difpenfe. 
 
 PSALM XCIII. Long Metre. 
 The eternal dominion of GO D. 
 
 1 . 'W 7TTH glory clad, withftrength array'd, 
 
 W The Lord, who o'er all nations reigns, 
 The earth's foundations ftrongly laid, 
 And thevaft fabric flill fuftains, 
 
 2 . Ere rolling worlds began to move, 
 
 Or ere the heav'ns were ftretch'd abroad, 
 Thine awful throne was fix'd above ; 
 From everlafting thou art God. 
 
 3. The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, 
 And tofs their troubled waves on high ; 
 But God above can flill the noife, 
 
 And make the angry fea comply. 
 
 4. Thy fov'reign laws are ever fure ; 
 And thofe who in thy prefence dwell, 
 
 That 
 
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 That happy ftation to fecure, 
 Muft ftill in holinefs excel. 
 
 PSALM XCV. Common Metre. 
 Praife to the Almighty Sovereign. 
 
 i. OING to the Lord Jehovah's name, 
 
 1^ And in his ftrength rejoice ; 
 When his falvation is our theme 
 
 Exalted be our voice. 
 2. With thanks approach his awful fight, 
 
 And pfalms of honour fing ; 
 The LoRD J s-aGoD of boundlefs might, 
 
 The whole creation's King. 
 j. 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 what bounds the leas mould keep, 
 And where the hills muft ftand. 
 
 5. Come, and with humble fouls adore, 
 Come, kneel before his face ; 
 
 Then fhall the creatures of his pow'r 
 Be children of his grace. 
 
 PSALM XCVI. Proper Metre. 
 GOD the fovereign ruler and judge. 
 I. OING to the Lord a joyful fong; 
 £j Let earth, in one aflembled throng, 
 Her common patron's praife refound : 
 
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 Sing to the Lord, and blefs his name, 
 From day to day his praife proclaim, 
 
 Who hath the world with bleflings crown 'd i 
 To heathen lands his fame rehearfe, 
 His wonders to the univerfe. 
 
 2. Great is the Lord : his praife be great 
 Who fits on high enthron'd in ftate ; 
 
 To him alone let anthems rife : 
 The gods the heathen world adore, 
 In vain pretend to fov'reign pow'r ; 
 
 He only rules who made the ikies ; 
 With majefty and honour crown'd, 
 Beauty and ftrength his throne furround* 
 
 3. Proclaim aloud, " Jehovah reigns, 
 " Whofe pow'r the univerfe fuftains, 
 
 " And banihVd juftice will reftore ; M 
 Let therefore heav'n new joys confefs, 
 And heav'nly mirth let earth exprefs j 
 
 Its loud applaufe the ocean roar ; 
 Its mute inhabitants rejoice, 
 And for this triumph find a voice. 
 
 4. For joy let fertile vallies fing, 
 
 And ch earful groves their tribute bring : 
 
 Let ev'ry human voice awake, 
 The Lord's approach to celebrate, 
 Who will appear in awful ftate, 
 
 And thro' the earth his circuit take ; 
 From heav'n to judge the world will come, 
 With juftice to reward or doom. 
 
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 PSALM XCVII. Long Metre. 
 Joy in the righteous government of GO D. 
 i. TEHOVAH reigns ; let all the earth 
 In his juft government rejoice -, 
 Let all the iiles, with facred mirth, 
 In his applaufe unite their voice. 
 
 2 . Darknefs and clouds of awful made 
 His dazzling glory fhroud in ftate : 
 Juftice and truth his guards are made, 
 And, fix'd by his pavilion, wait. 
 
 3. Above earth's potentates enthron'd, 
 Jehovah dwells exalted high ; 
 Supreme by other gods is own'd, 
 And reigns unrivall'd in the Iky. 
 
 4. The fov'reign king loves upright fouls, 
 Whofe thoughts and actions are fincere J 
 And with a gracious eye beholds 
 
 The men who his own image bear. 
 
 5. The feeds of endlefs light are fown, 
 A glorious harveft for the juft ; 
 
 To them his favour mail be fhewn j 
 He'll recornpenfe their pious truft. 
 
 5. Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord $ 
 In fongs of praife your joy exprefs ; 
 Deep in your thankful hearts record 
 Memorials of his holinefs. 
 
 PSALM XCIX. Short Metre. 
 A holy GOD wor/blpped with reverence* 
 XALT the Lord our God, 
 And worihip at his feet ; 
 
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 His nature is all holinefs, 
 While mercy is his feat. 
 
 2. How glorious is his name ! 
 How awful is his praife ! 
 
 Juftice and truth and judgment join 
 In all his works of grace. 
 
 3. The Lord Jehovah reigns ; 
 Let all the nations fear ; 
 
 Let fiiiners tremble at his throne, 
 And faints be humble there. 
 
 4. When Ifrael was his church, 
 When Aaron was his pi ieif , 
 
 When Mofes cry'd, when Samuel pray'd, 
 He gave his people reft. 
 
 5. Oft he forgave their fins, 
 Nor would deftroy their race ; 
 
 But oft he made his vengeance known, 
 When they abus'd his grace. 
 
 6. Exalt the Lord our God, 
 Whofe grace is flill the fame ; 
 
 Still he's a God of holinefs, 
 And jealous for his name. 
 
 PSALM C. Long Metre. 
 GOD the ohjecl of univerfal worJJnp, 
 
 1. l|^TTlTIi one confent let all the earth 
 
 VV T° GoD tne * r chearful voices raife; 
 Glad homage pay with facred mirth, 
 And fmg before him fongs of praife. 
 
 2. Convinc'd that he is God alone, 
 From whom both we and all proceed \ 
 
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 We whom he choofes for his own, 
 The flock which he vouchfafes to feed. 
 
 l> Enter his gates with fongs of joy ; 
 With praifes to his courts repair - y 
 And make it your divine employ 
 To pay your thanks and honours there a 
 
 4. For he's the Lord fupremely good > 
 His mercy is for ever fure ; 
 His truth, which always firmly ftood 9 
 To endlefs ages fhall endure. 
 
 PSALM CII. Common Metre. 
 The immutability of GO D. 
 
 1. rTHHR-O' endlefs years thou art the fame ? 
 
 O thou eternal God ! 
 Ages to come fhall know thy name. 
 And tell thy works abroad. 
 
 2. The ftrong foundations of the earth 
 Of old by thee were laid ; 
 
 By thee the beauteous arch of heav'n 
 With matchlefs fkill was made. 
 
 3. Soon fhall this goodly frame of things, 
 Form'd by thy pow'rful hand, 
 
 Be, like a vefture, laid afide, 
 And chang'd at thy command. 
 
 4. But thy perfections, all-divine, 
 Eternal as thy days, 
 
 Thro' everlafting ages fhine, 
 With undiminifh'd rays. 
 
 5. Thy fervants children, frill thy care, 
 Shall own their Father's God ; 
 
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 To latefi: times thy favour fliare, 
 And fpread thy praife abroad. 
 
 PSALM CHI. Long Metre. 
 The mercies of GO D gratefully acknowledged. 
 
 1. A WAKE, my foul, awake my tongue ; 
 XX My God demands the grateful fong : 
 Let all my inmoft pow'rs record 
 
 The wond'roas mercy of the Lord. 
 
 2 . Blefs, O my foul, the God of grace ; 
 His favours claim thy higheft praife : 
 Why mould the wonders he hath wrought 
 Be loft in lilence, and forgot ? 
 
 g. Divinely free his mercy flows, 
 Forgives my iins, allays my woes ; 
 He bids approaching death remove, 
 And crowns me with a Father's love. 
 
 4. My youth decay'd his pow'r repairs ; 
 His hand fuftains my growing years j 
 He fatisfies my mouth with food, 
 
 And feeds my hopes with heav'nly good. 
 
 5. His mercy, with unchanging rays, 
 For ever mines, while time decays ; 
 And children's children fhall record 
 The truth and goodnefs of the Lord, 
 
 6. To thofe who, with religious awe, 
 Love and obey his facred law, 
 Whofe hearts with pure devotion glow, 
 Whofe lives their grateful homage {hew. 
 
 7. While all his works his praife proclaim, 
 And men and angels blefs his name. 
 
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 O let my heart, my life, my tongue, 
 Attend and join the facred long. 
 
 PSALM CIV. Sefiion xft. Long Metre. 
 The great nefs of GO D. 
 i.Tk /|"Y foul, adore the fov'reign Lord, 
 J.t Jl Whofe glorious empire knows no 
 
 bounds ; 
 Whofe throne, eftablifh'd by his word, 
 Eternal majefty fui rounds. 
 
 2 . He makes the light his royal robe, 
 And dazzling glories vail his feat ; 
 
 He {breads heav'ns cm tains round the globe. 
 To form his canopy of ft ate. 
 
 3. The beams of his imperial throne 
 Are laid on high in liquid air ; 
 
 And, when he makes his glory known, 
 Clouds form his bright triumphal car. 
 
 4. He bids the florms obey his word, 
 And wait to form his awful train ; 
 
 And, while the winds confefs their Lord, 
 Walks on their rapid wings ferene. 
 
 5. Angelic hofls, like living flame, 
 Around his throne with reverence fland - y 
 Or, fwift as thought, his will proclaim, 
 And execute his high command. 
 
 6* While angels fpread his praife abroad, 
 Let ev'ry diftant region hear ; 
 Let earth adore her mighty God, 
 And humble mortals bow and fear. 
 
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 PSALM CIV. Seflion id. Long Metre, 
 All creatures dependent on GOD. 
 
 I- "\ T"AST are thy works. Almighty Lord ; 
 y All nature refts upon thy word : 
 Thy wifdom round the world we fe€ \ 
 This fpacious earth is full of thee. 
 
 2. The num'rous race of creatures ftands, 
 Waiting their portion from thy hands \ 
 And while each takes his difF'rent food, 
 Their chearful looks pronounce it good. 
 
 3. But when thy face is hid they mourn, 
 And dying to their dull return ; 
 Both man and beaft their fouls refign \ 
 Life, breath and fpirit, all is thine. 
 
 4. Yet thou canft breathe on dull again, 
 And fill the world with beafts and men ; 
 A word of thy creating breath 
 Repairs the waftes of time and death. 
 
 5. Thy works, the wonders of thy might, 
 Are honour'd with thine own delight ; 
 How awful are thy glorious ways ! 
 
 . Thou, Lord, art dreadful in thy praife. 
 
 6. The earth Hands 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. 
 
 7. In thee my hopes and wifhes meet, 
 And make my meditations fweet ; 
 Thy praifes mall my breath employ, 
 Till it expire in endlefs joy. 
 
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 PSALM CV. Common Metre. 
 GOD the proper objeft of praife and prayer. 
 
 i. ^^V Render thanks, and blefs the Lord, 
 
 \^/ Invoke his facred name, 
 Acquaint the nations with his deeds, 
 
 His matchlefs deeds proclaim. 
 
 2 . Sing to his praife in lofty hymns, 
 His wond'rous works rehearfe ; 
 
 Make them the theme of your difcourfe, 
 The fubjecT; of your verfe. 
 
 3. Rejoice in his Almighty name, 
 Alone to be ador'd ; 
 
 And let your hearts o'erflow with joy, 
 Who humbly feek the Lord. 
 
 4. Seek ye the Lord, his faving flrength 
 Devoutly ftill implore ; 
 
 And, fince he's ever prefent, feek 
 His face for evermore. 
 
 PSALM CVI. Long Metre. 
 The goodnefs of GO D to the righteous. 
 
 1. ^\ Render praife to God above, 
 \J 1 he fountain of eternal love ; 
 His mercy firm for ever flands ; 
 
 Give him the thanks his love demands. 
 
 2. Who can recount his wond'rous deeds? 
 His greatnefs all our thoughts exceeds : 
 What mortal eloquence can raife 
 
 His tribute of immortal praife ? 
 
 3. Bleft are the men who fear him ftiil, 
 And pay their duty to his will 3 
 
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 Who know the path their feet mould go ; 
 Whofe cautious fteps that path purfue. 
 
 4. Be this my happinefs, to fee 
 The faints in full prosperity, 
 
 And, while their num'rous tribes rejoice, 
 To aid the triumph with my voice. 
 
 5. To Goo the great, the ever-bleft, 
 Let fongs of honour he addrefs'd ; 
 Let all the faints, with full accord, 
 Exalt their voice to praife the Lord. 
 
 PSALM CVII. Common Metre, 
 
 Dangers and deliverances by fea. 
 
 1. rinHY works of glory, mighty Lord, 
 
 Jt Thy wonders in the deeps, 
 The fons of courage fhall record, 
 Who trade in floating mips. 
 
 2. At thy command the winds arife, 
 And fwell the tow'ring waves ; 
 
 The men aftonilh'd mount the fides, 
 And link in gaping graves. 
 
 3. Again they climb the wat'ry hills, 
 And plunge in deeps again ; 
 
 Each like a tott'ring drunkard reels, 
 And finds his courage vain. 
 
 4. Frighted to hear the tempeft roar. 
 They pant with fluttering breath, 
 
 And, hopelefs of the diftant fliore. 
 Expect immediate death. 
 
 5. Then to the Lord they raife their cries ; 
 He hears the loud requeft j 
 
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 He orders filence thro' the ikies, 
 And lays the floods to reft. 
 
 6. Sailors rejoice to lofe their fears, 
 And fee the ftorm allay'd : 
 
 Now to their eyes the port appears ; 
 
 There let their vows be paid. 
 
 7. 'Tis God who brings them fafe to land, 
 Let thoughtlefs mortals know ; 
 
 The 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 who fee his wond'rous ways, 
 His wond'rous love record. 
 
 PSALM CVIII. Common Metre, 
 An a£l of praife. 
 
 1. /^X God, my grateful foul afpires 
 V^/ To magnify thy name 5 
 
 My tongue with chearful fongs of praife 
 Shall celebrate thy fame. 
 
 2 . Awake, my heart ; and thou, my voice, 
 Thy willing tribute pay ; 
 
 And let an hymn of facred joy 
 Salute the op'ning day. 
 
 3. To all the lift'ning world, O God, 
 Thy goodnefs I'll proclaim ; 
 
 While ev'ry joyful tongue fhall join 
 To fpread the glorious theme : 
 
 4. Becaufe thy mercy's boundlefs height 
 The higheft heav'n tranfcends j 
 
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 And far beyond the flying clouds 
 
 Thy faithfulnefs extends. 
 5. Be thou exalted, O my God, 
 
 Above the ftarry frame ; 
 And let the world, with one confent, 
 
 Confefs thy glorious name. 
 
 P S A L M CX. As the 1 1 3th pfalm. 
 Messiah kinv for ever. 
 1. T^HUS fpake Jehovah to our Lord : 
 
 (Let heav n and earth attend his word) 
 
 " At my right-hand afmme thy feat ; 
 " Pvule thou fupreme amidfl thy foes ; 
 u The pow'rs who dare thy reign oppofe 
 
 " Siiaii tall confounded at thy feet." 
 z . We hail his great triumphant day ; 
 The willing nations own his fway, 
 
 And joy his riling beams to view ; 
 Refcu'd by him from error's night, 
 They mine as numberlefs and bright 
 
 : chryital drops of morning dew. 
 3. The Lord hath fworn, nor fworn in vain, 
 That, like Me sdech's, his reign 
 
 And priefthood fhould no period know ; 
 Gop wifl exalt his glorious head, 
 Thro the whole earth his kingdom fpread, 
 
 And lay each haughty rebel low. 
 
 P S A L M CXI. Common Metre. 
 The perfections of GOD dijplay d in his works. 
 1. £*ONGS of immortal praife belong 
 To my Almighty God j 
 
 He 
 
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 He has my heart, and he my tongue, 
 To fpread his name abroad. 
 
 2 . How great the works his hand hath wrought I 
 How glorious in our fight ! 
 
 And men in ev'ry age have fought 
 His wonders with delight. 
 
 3. How moft exact is nature's frame! 
 How wife th' eternal mind ! 
 
 His counfels never change the fcheme 
 Which his firfl thoughts defign'd. 
 
 4. When he redeem'd his chofen fons, 
 He fix'd his covenant fure ; 
 
 The orders that his lips pronounce, 
 To endlefs years endure. 
 
 5. Nature and time, and earth and fkies, 
 His heav'nly fkill proclaim ; 
 
 What fhall we do to make us wife 
 But learn to read his name ? 
 
 6. To fear his pow'r, to truft his grace, 
 Is our divineft fkill ; 
 
 And he's the wifeft of our race 
 Who bell obeys his will. 
 
 PSALM CXII. Common Metre/ 
 Liberality rewarded, 
 1* T TAPPY is he who fears the 4 Lord, 
 
 XjL And follows his commands ; 
 Who lends the poor without reward, 
 
 Or gives with lib'rai hands. 
 2. As pity dwells within his breaft 
 To all the fons of need ; 
 
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 So God mall anfwer his requeft, 
 With bleffings on his feed. 
 
 3 . No evil tidings fhall furprife 
 His well eftablifti'd mind ; 
 
 His foul to God his refuge flies, 
 And leaves its fears behind. 
 
 4. In times of general diftrefs, 
 Some beams of light fhall fhine, 
 
 To fhew the world his righteoufnefs, 
 And give him peace divine. 
 
 5. His works of piety and love 
 Remain before the Lord ; 
 
 Honour on earth, and joys above, 
 Shall be his fure reward. 
 
 PSALM CXIII. Proper Tune. 
 The majefly and condefcenfion of GO D, 
 
 1. "VTE that delight to ferve the Lord, 
 
 The honours of his name record, 
 
 His facred name for ever blefs ; 
 Where-e'er the circling fun difplays 
 His riling beams, or fetting rays, 
 
 Let lands and feas his pbw'r confefs. 
 
 2. God thro* the world extends his fway : 
 The regions of eternal day 
 
 But fhadows of his glory are : 
 With him, whofe majefty excels, 
 Who made the heav'ns in which he dwells, 
 
 Let no created pow'r compare. 
 
 3 . He bows his glorious head to view 
 W.;at the bright holts of angels do ; 
 
 And bends his care to mortal things ; 
 
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 His fov'reign hand exalts the poor ; 
 He takes the needy from the door, 
 And makes them company for kings. 
 
 PSALM CXIV. Long Metre. 
 The greatnefs of the GOD of IfraeL 
 
 1 . TTThen //?# ?/,freed fromPharaoh's hand, 
 
 \\ Left the proud tyrant and" his land, 
 The tribes with chearful homage own 
 Their king, and Judah was his throne. 
 
 2. Acrofs the deep their journey lay ; 
 The deep divides to make them way : 
 Jordan beheld their march, and fled 
 With backward current to his head. 
 
 3. The mountains fhook like frighted iheep ; 
 Like lambs the little hills did leap ; 
 
 Not Sinai on her bafe could ftand, 
 Confcious of fov'reign pow'r at hand. 
 
 4. What pow'r could make the deep divide ? 
 Make Jordan backward roll his tide ? 
 Why did ye leap, ye little hills ? 
 
 And whence the fright that Sinai feels ? 
 
 5. Let ev'ry mountain, ev'ry flood, 
 Retire and know th' approaching God, 
 The king of lfrael : fee him here ; 
 Tremble thou earth, adore and fear. 
 
 6. He thunders, and all nature mourns ; 
 The rocks to ftanding pools he turns ; 
 Flints fpring with fountains at his word, 
 And fires and leas confefs the Loud. 
 
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 PSALM CXVI. Common Metre. 
 public thanks for frivate deliverance* 
 
 1. TT7HAT mall I render to my God 
 
 VV For all his kindnefs mown 
 My feet fhall vifit thine abode, 
 My fongs addrefs thy throne. 
 
 2. Among the faints that fill thine houfe 
 My off 'rings mail be paid ; 
 
 There mail my zeal perform the vows 
 My foul in anguifh made. 
 
 3. How much is mercy thy delight, 
 Thou ever bleffed God ! 
 
 How dear thy fervants in thy light ! 
 How precious is their blood ! 
 
 4. How happy all thy fervants are ! 
 How great thy grace to me ! 
 
 My life, which thou haft made thy care, 
 Lord, I devote to thee. 
 
 5. Now I am thine, for ever thine, 
 Nor mail my purpofe move ; 
 
 Thy hand has loos'd my bonds of pain, 
 And bound me with thy love. 
 
 6. Here in thy courts I leave my vow, 
 And thy rich grace record : 
 
 Witnefs, ye faints who hear me now, 
 If I forfake the Lord. 
 
 PSALM CXYII. Common Metre. 
 Praife to GO D fro?n,all nations. 
 1. TTTITH chearful notes let all the earth 
 YY To heav'n their voices raife - 7 
 
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 Let all, infpir'd with facred mirth, 
 
 Sing folemn hymns of praife. 
 2. God's tender mercy knows no bound ; 
 
 His truth fhall ne'er decay : 
 Then let the willing nations round 
 
 Their grateful tribute pay. 
 
 PSALM CXVIII. Common Metre. 
 Hofannah to our rijen Saviour. 
 
 i. rr^HIS is the day the Lord hath made ; 
 
 He calls the hours his own ; 
 Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad, 
 And praife furround his throne. 
 
 2. To day he rofe and left the dead, 
 And /atari's empire fell 5 
 
 To day the faints his triumphs fpread, 
 And all his wonders tell. 
 
 3. Hofannah to th' anointed king, 
 To David's holy fon ! 
 
 Help us, O Lord, defcend and bring 
 Salvation from thy throne. 
 
 4. Bleft be the Lord, who comes to men 
 With mefTap;es of grace ; 
 
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 Who comes, in God his father's name, 
 To fave our finful race. 
 
 5. Hofannah, in the higheft {trains 
 The church on earth can raife; 
 
 The church above in which he reigns- 
 Shall give him nobler praife. 
 
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 PSALM CXIX. Sedion ift. Common Metre. 
 Holinefs the foundation of happlnefs. 
 
 1. T ; TOW bleft are they who ftrictly keep 
 
 XX The P ure and P er fect way ; 
 Who dare not from the facred paths 
 Of God's commandments ftray ! 
 
 2. How bleft the men who fear his name, 
 And fly from ev'ry fin ; 
 
 Whofe fouls, with fervent humble zeal, 
 His favour feek to win ! 
 
 3. Great is their peace who love his law; 
 How firm their fouls abide ! 
 
 Nor can a bold temptation draw 
 Their fleady feet afide. 
 
 4. To meditate thy precepts, Lord, 
 Shall be my pleafure ftill; 
 
 My active pow'rs fhall all unite 
 To do thine holy will. 
 
 5. With my whole heart I feek thy face ; 
 O let me never ftray 
 
 From the fair paths of righteoufnefs, 
 Nor tread the finner's way. 
 
 6. Then fhall my heart have inward joy, 
 And keep my face from fhame, 
 
 When all thy ftatutes I obey, 
 And honour all thy name. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Sea. 2d. Common Metre. 
 
 The word of GO D the heft guide of youth. 
 I . T TOW fhall the young fecure their hearts, 
 
 XjL And guard their lives from fin ? 
 
 God's 
 
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 God's word the choiceft rules imparts 
 To keep their confcience clean. 
 
 2. When once it penetrates the mind, 
 It fpreads fuch light abroad, 
 
 The meaneft fouls inftruction find, 
 And raile their thoughts to God. 
 
 3. 'Tis like the fun, an heav'nly light 
 That guides us all the day; 
 
 And, thro' the dangers of the night, 
 A lamp to lead our way. 
 
 4. The men who keep his law with care, 
 And meditate his word, 
 
 Grow wifer than their teachers are, 
 And better know the Lord. 
 
 5. His precepts make me truly wife \ 
 I hate the iinner's road : 
 
 I hate my own vain thoughts that rife, 
 But love thy law, my God. 
 
 6. Thy word is everlafting truth > 
 How pure is ev'ry page ! 
 
 That holy book mall guide my youth, 
 And well fupport my age. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Seffion id. Common Metre. 
 
 Defire of knowledge. 
 
 1. ripHY mercies fill the earth, O Lord j 
 
 How good thy works appear ! 
 Open mine eyes to read thy word, 
 And fee thy wonders there. 
 
 a . My heart was fafhion'd by thy hand 5 
 Mv fervice is thy due 5 
 
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 O make thy fervant underftand 
 The duties he muft do. 
 
 3. Since Pm a ftrangerhere below, 
 Let not my path be hid ; 
 
 But mark the road my feet fliould go, 
 And be my conftant guide. 
 
 4. If God to me his ftatutes fhew, 
 And heav'nly truth impart, 
 
 His work for ever I'll purfue, 
 His law fhall rule my heart. 
 
 5. When I have learn'd my father's will, 
 I'll teach the world his ways ; 
 
 My thankful lips, infpir'd with zeal, 
 Shall loud pronounce his praife. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Sefiion 4th. Common Metre, 
 
 Defire of holinefs. 
 1. /^V That the Lord would guide my ways 
 
 \J To keep his ftatutes hull ! 
 O that my God would grant me grace 
 
 To know and -do his will ! 
 1 . fend thy fpirit down to write 
 
 Thy law upon my heart ! 
 Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 
 
 Nor a& the liar's part. 
 3. From vanity turn off mine eyes \ 
 
 Let no corrupt defign, 
 Nor covetous defire arife 
 
 "Within this foul of mine, 
 4. Order my footfteps by thy word, 
 
 And make my heart fincere ; 
 
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 Let fin have no dominion, Dord, 
 
 But keep my confcience clear. 
 5. My foul hath gone too far aftray j 
 
 My feet too often flip ; 
 Yet, fince I've not forgot thy way, 
 
 Reftore thy wand'ring flieep. 
 <5. Teach me to walk in thy commands \ 
 
 'Tis a delightful road ; 
 Nor let my head, or heart,' or hands, 
 
 Offend againft my God. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Sea. $tb< Common Metre* 
 
 Sincerity and f erf ever ance in religion. 
 I. 'TTHOU art my portion, O my God ; 
 
 X. Soon as I know thy way, 
 My heart makes hafte t' obey thy word, 
 
 And fuffers no delay. 
 2. 1 choofe the path of heavenly truth, 
 
 And glory in my choice ; 
 Not all the riches of the earth 
 
 Could make me fo rejoice. 
 
 3 . The teftimonies of thy grace 
 I fet before my eyes ; 
 
 Thence I derive my daily ftrength, 
 And there my comfort lies. 
 
 4. If once I wander from thy path, 
 I think upon my ways ; 
 
 Then tujrn my feet to thy commands, 
 And truft thy pard'ning grace. 
 
 5. Now I am thine, for ever thine, 
 O fave thy fervant, Lord j 
 
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 Thou art my ftiield my hiding-place ; 
 My hope is in thy word. 
 
 6. Thou haft inclin'd this heart of mine 
 
 Thy ftatutes to fulfil : 
 And thus, till mortal life fhall end, 
 
 Would I perform thy will. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Seel. 6th. Common Metre, 
 The excellence of the word of G D. 
 
 1 . T* ORD, I '• .ave made thy word my choice. 
 1 i My lafting heritage ; 
 
 There mail my nobleft pow'rs rejoice, 
 My warm eft thoughts engage. 
 
 2. My foul efteems thy judgments right, 
 And all thy ftatutes juft ; 
 
 Thence I maintain a con Rant fight 
 
 With ev'ry flatt'ring luft. * 
 
 3. Thy precepts often I furvey : 
 I keep thy laws in fight, 
 
 Thro' all the bufinefs of the day, 
 To guide my actions right. 
 
 4. No treafures fo enrich the mind ; 
 Nor fhall thy word be fold, 
 
 For loads of filver well rcnn'd, 
 Or heaps of choiceft gold. 
 
 5. 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, 
 Where fpiings of life arife, 
 
 Seeds of immortal bb'fs are fown, 
 And endlefs glory lies : 
 
 6. The beft relief that mourners have ; 
 It makes our forrows bleft ; 
 
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 Points out an home beyond the fkies, 
 And an eternal reft. 
 
 PSALM CXXI. Common Metre. 
 
 Prefervation by day and night, 
 
 1. 'TPO God, we lift our waiting eyes; 
 
 On him our hopes depend ; 
 The Lord, who built the earth and fkies, 
 Is our Almighty friend. 
 
 2. Their feet mall never Hide to fall, 
 Whom he vouchfafes to keep ; 
 
 His ear attends our humble call ; 
 His eye can never fleep. 
 
 3. He will fuftain our weakeft pow'rs. 
 By his Almighty arm ; 
 
 And watch our mod unguarded hours 
 Againft fuprizing harm. 
 
 4. Our fouls rejoice and reft fecure, 
 Our keeper is the Lord ; 
 
 His wakeful eyes employ his pow'r 
 For our eternal guard. 
 
 5. Nor fcorching fun, nor ftckly moon. 
 Without his leave can fmite ; 
 
 He fhields our head from burning noon, 
 From blading damps at night. 
 
 6. He guards our lives, he keeps our breath, 
 Where thickeft dangers come ; 
 
 W r e ftand fecure from threat'ning death, 
 Till God commands us home. 
 
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70 PARTI. 
 
 PSALM CXXII. Common Metre. 
 Delight in public worjhip. 
 I. 1 TOW did my heart rejoice to hear 
 
 J]j[ My friends devoutly fay, 
 " In Zion let us all appear, 
 
 " And keep the folemn day." 
 2.1 love her gates, I love the road ; 
 
 The church, adorn'd with grace, 
 Stands like a palace, built for God, 
 
 To fhew his milder face. 
 
 3. Peace be within this facred place, 
 And joy a conftant gueft ! 
 
 With holy gifts and heav'nly grace 
 Be her attendants bleft ! 
 
 4. My foul fliall pray for Zion ftill, 
 While life or breath remains ; 
 
 There my beft friends, my kindred dwell, 
 There God my Saviour reigns. 
 
 PSALM CXXIV. Long Metre. 
 Seafonable deliverance. 
 
 1. T TAD not the Lord (may Ifrael fay) 
 jLX Had not the Lord maintain 'd our fide, 
 When men, to make our lives a prey, 
 Rofe like the fwelling of the tide ; 
 
 2. The fwelling tide had ftop'd our breath, 
 So fiercely did the water roll \ 
 
 We had been fwallow'd deep in death j 
 Proud waters had o'erwhelm'd our foul, 
 
 3. We leap for joy, we fliout and fing, 
 Who juft efcap'd the fatal ftroke ; 
 
 So 
 
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 So flies the bild with chearful wing, 
 When once the fowler's fhare is broke. 
 
 4. For ever blefled be the Lord, 
 
 Who broke the fowler's dreadful fnare, 
 Who fav'd us from the murd'ring fword, 
 And made our lives and fouls his care. 
 
 5. Our help is in Jehovah's name, 
 
 Who form'd the earth, and built the ikies ; 
 He who upholds that wond'rous frame, 
 Guards his own church with watchful eyes, 
 
 PSALM CXXV. Short Metre. 
 
 Good men fecure under affliftions. 
 
 1. 1HMRM and unmov'd are they 
 
 Jf Who reft their fouls on God, ii 
 
 Firm as the mount where Mofes flood, 
 
 Or where the ai k abode. . • 
 
 2. As mountains flood to guard 
 The city's facred ground ; 
 
 So God and his almighty love 
 Embrace his faints around. 
 
 3. What tho'the father's rod 
 Drop a chaftizing ftroke, 
 
 Yet, left it wound their fouls too deep, 
 It's fury fhall be broke. 
 
 4. His kindnefs fhall be fliewn 
 To thofe whofe pious fear, 
 
 Whofe hope, and love, and ev'ry grace, 
 Proclaim their hearts fincere. 
 
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72 PARTI. 
 
 PSALM CXXVII. Long Metre. 
 
 Dependence on GOD for fuccefs and happinefs. 
 
 i. "|~F God fucceed not all the coft 
 
 J[ And pains to build the houfe are loft y 
 
 If God the city will not keep, 
 
 The watchful guards as well may fleep. 
 
 2. What if you rife before the fun, 
 And work and toil till day is done, 
 Careful and fparing eat your bread, 
 To fhun that poverty you dread ; 
 
 3. 'Tis all in vain, till God hath bleft ; 
 He can make rich, yet give us reft ; 
 Children and friends are bleffings too, 
 If God our fov'reign makes them fo. 
 
 4. Happy the man to whom he fends 
 Obedient children, faithful friends ! 
 How fweet our daily comforts prove, 
 When they are feafon'd with his love ! 
 
 PSALM CXXVIII. Common Metre. 
 Qomejlic happinefs, 
 
 1. f^ HAPPY man, whofe foul is fill'd 
 VJ? With zeal and facred awe ; 
 
 Whole lips to God their honours yield, 
 Whofe life adorns his law ! 
 
 2. A careful providence fhall ftand, 
 And ever guard his head, 
 
 Shall on the labours of his hand 
 It's kindly bleffings Ihed. 
 
 3. His wife fhall be a fruitful vine ; 
 His children round his board, 
 
 Each 
 
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 Each like a plant of honour fhine, 
 
 And learn to fear the Lord. 
 4. The Lord ihall his beft hopes fulfil, 
 
 For months and years to come ; 
 The Lord, who dwells on Z ion's hill, 
 
 Shall fend him bleifings home. 
 
 PSALM CXXX. Short Metre. 
 
 Pardoning mercy. 
 
 1 . "T"T TITH penitential grief 
 
 W To thee, my God, I cry \ 
 In mercy hear my humble prayer, 
 Attend my plaintive figh. 
 
 2. Shouldft thou feverely judge, 
 Who could the trial bear ? 
 
 Beneath thy frown my heart would faint, 
 And tremble in defpair. 
 
 3. But mercy dwells with thee ; 
 Hope dawns amidft my fears ; 
 
 Divine forgivenefs large and free, 
 Shall flop my flowing tears. 
 
 4. Gn thee my foul fhall wait ; 
 My truft is in thy word \ 
 
 Thy word of grace can light create. 
 And facred peace afford. 
 
 5. My longing eyes look out 
 For thy enlivening ray, 
 
 More eager than the morning watch 
 To meet the op'ning day. 
 
 6. Let mourning fouls on God, 
 With chearful hope rely 
 
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 For penitence can ne'er be vain, 
 
 Nor hated fin deftroy. 
 7. Tho' great our crimes appear, 
 
 And fill our hearts with pain ; 
 His pard'ning love difpels our fear, 
 
 And cleanfesev'ry ftain. 
 
 PSALM CXXXI. Common Metre. 
 
 Humility and fubm ijfion . 
 1. TS there ambition in my heart ? 
 
 J_ Search, gracious God, and fee ; 
 Or do I act an haughty part ? 
 
 Lord, I appeal to thee. 
 2. 1 charge my thoughts, be humble ftill, 
 
 And all my carriage mild, 
 Content, my father, with thy wall, 
 
 And patient as a child. 
 3. The patient foul, the lowly mind, 
 
 Shall have a large reward : 
 Let faints in forrow lie rehgn'd, 
 
 And truft a faithful Lord. 
 
 PSALM CXXXII. Common Metre. 
 The prefence of GO D in his church dejtred. 
 
 1. A RISE, O king of grace, arife, 
 jC\. And enter to thy reft : 
 
 Lo ! thy church waits, with longing eyes, 
 Thus to be own'd and bleft. 
 
 2 . Enter with all thy glorious train, 
 Thy fpirit and thy word ; 
 
 All that the ark did once contain 
 Could noYuch grace afford. 
 
 Here, 
 
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 j.Here, mighty God, accept our vows j 
 
 Here let thy praife be fpread ; 
 Blefs the provifions of thy houfe, 
 
 And fill thy poor with bread, 
 
 4. Here let the fon of David reign, 
 Let God's anointed fhine ; 
 
 Juftice and truth his court maintain, 
 With love and pow'r divine. 
 
 5. Here let him hold a lafiing throne - 9 
 And as his kingdom grows, 
 
 Frefh honours mall adorn his crown, 
 And ihame confound his foes. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIIL Common Metre. 
 Brotherly love* 
 r. T) EHOLD with joy the happy fcene ; 
 
 JJ How pleafing is the fight, 
 Where brethren live in love and peace, 
 And all their hearts unite ! 
 
 2. Refrefhing, as the precious oil 
 Which, pour'd on Aaron's head, 
 
 Ran down his venerable face, 
 And round a frag' ranee fpread. 
 
 3. Delightful as the mining fnow 
 On lofty Hermon's top ; 
 
 Or pearly dew on Zion's hills, 
 Where they with fatnefs drop. 
 
 4. For there the bleffing of the Lord 
 Rich plenty doth beftow ; 
 
 And fprings of living water rife, 
 Which fliall for ever flow. 
 
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 PSALM CXXXIV. Common Metre. 
 
 Daily and nightly devotion. 
 
 ! . "^L7"E that obey th' immortal king, 
 
 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 light. 
 
 And fend your fouls on high ; 
 Raife your admiring thoughts by night 
 
 Above the flarry lky« 
 
 g. The God of mercy cheers our hearts 
 
 With rays of quick' ning grace ; 
 The God who fpread the heav'ns abroad, 
 
 And rules the f welling feas. 
 
 PSALM CXXXV. Common Metre. 
 T raife due to GO D, not to idols. 
 
 1 . A WAKE, ye faints, to praife your king ; 
 jfjL Your riobjeft paflions raife \ 
 
 Your pious pleafnre, while you fing, 
 Encreafing with the praife. 
 
 2. Great is the Lord, and works unknown 
 Are his divine employ ; 
 
 But ftill his faints are near his throne, 
 His treafure and his joy. 
 
 3. Heav'n, earth, and fea confefs his hand j 
 He bids the vapours rife ; 
 
 Light'ning and ftorm, at his command, 
 Sweep through the founding fkies. 
 
 4. All pow'r that gods or kings have chimVl, 
 Is found with him alone \ 
 
 Let 
 
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 Let idol-gods no more be nam'd, 
 Where our Jehovah's known. 
 
 5. Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf, 
 Nor hear when mortals pray ; 
 
 Mortals who Wait for their relief, 
 Are blind and and deaf as they. 
 
 6. Ye righteous, praife the living God, 
 Serve him with faith and fear ; 
 
 He makes his churches his abode, 
 And claims your homage there. 
 
 PSALM CXXXVI. As the 148th Pfalm. 
 
 The works of creation and providence. 
 
 1. nPO God the mighty Lord, 
 
 JL Your joyful thanks repeat ; 
 To him due praife afford, 
 As good as he is great : 
 
 For God will prove 
 
 Our conftant friend ; 
 
 His boundlefs love 
 
 Shall never end. 
 
 2 . To him whofe wond'rous pow'r 
 All other gods obey, 
 
 Whom earthly kings adore, 
 This grateful homage pay : 
 
 For God will prove 
 
 Our conftant friend ; 
 
 His boundlefs love 
 
 Shall never end. 
 3« By his Almighty hand, 
 Amazing Works are wrought ; 
 
 The 
 
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 The heav'ns by his command 
 Were to perfection brought 
 
 And God will prove 
 
 Our conftant friend ; 
 
 His boundlefs love 
 
 Shall never end. 
 
 4. He fpread the ocean round 
 About the fpacious land ; 
 And made the riling ground 
 Above the waters ftand ; 
 
 And God will prove 
 Our conftant friend ; 
 His boundlefs love 
 Shall never end. 
 
 5. Thro' heav'n he doth difplay 
 His num'rous hofts of light ; 
 The fun to rule by day, 
 
 The moon and ftars by night : 
 And God will prove 
 Our conftant friend ; 
 His boundlefs love 
 Shall never end. 
 
 6. He doth the food fupply 
 On which all creatures live : 
 To God who reigns on high 
 Eternal praifes give : 
 
 For God will prove 
 Our conftant friend ; 
 His boundlefs love 
 Shall never end. 
 
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 PSALM CXXXIX. Sea.ijt. Long Metre. 
 
 The all-feeing GOD. 
 i . T ORD, thou haft fearch'd and feen me 
 1 J thro'; 
 
 Thine eye furveys with piercing view 
 My riling and my refting hours, 
 My heart and flefh with all their pow'rs. 
 
 2. My thoughts, before they are my own, 
 Are to my God diftinctly known ; 
 
 He knows the words I mean to fpeak, 
 Ere from my op'ning lips they break. 
 
 3 . Surrounded by thy pow'r I ftand \ 
 On ev'ry fide I find thine hand : 
 
 fkill for human reach too high ! 
 Too dazzling bright for mortal eye ! 
 
 4. Could I fo falfe fo faithlefs prove, 
 To quit thy fervice and thy love ; 
 Where, Lord, could I thine influence fliun, 
 Or whither from thy prefence run. 
 
 5. If up to heav'n I take my flight, 
 
 'Tis there thou dwell'ft enthroned in light ; 
 
 Or dive to hell's infernal plains, 
 
 'Tis there thy dreadful vengeance reigns, 
 
 6. If, mounted on a morning-ray, 
 
 1 fly beyond the weftern fea, 
 
 Thy fwifter hand would firft arrive, 
 And there arreft thy fugitive. 
 
 7. Or mould I try to Aran thy. fight, 
 Beneath the fable wings of night, 
 
 One glance from thee,, one piercing ray, 
 Would kindle darknefs into day. 
 
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 8. O may thefe thoughts poilefs my breaft, 
 Where- e'er I rove, where-e'er I reft • 
 Nor let my weaker paffions dare 
 Confent to fin ; for God is there. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIX. Se6l. 2d. Common Metre, 
 
 Thewifdomof GOD in the formation of ?nan. 
 
 i- \\ 7" HEN I with pleafmg wonder ftand, 
 
 y y And all my frame furvey ; 
 Lord, 'tis thy work ; I own the hand 
 That form'd my humble clay. 
 
 2. Thy hand my heart and reins poifefs'd, 
 Where unborn nature grew ; 
 
 Thy wifdom all my features trac'd, 
 And all my members drew ; 
 
 3. Thine eye with niceft care furvey'd 
 The growth of ev'ry part ; 
 
 Till the whole fcheme thy thoughts had laid 
 
 Was copy'd by thy art. 
 4,Heav , n, earth, and fea, and fire, and wind, 
 
 Shew me thy wond'rous fkill ; 
 But I review myfelf, and find 
 
 Diviner wonders ftill. 
 
 5. Thy pow'r and goodnefs round me mine j 
 My form thy wildom fhews ; 
 
 My foul adores the hand divine, 
 Whence ev'ry bleffing flows. 
 
 6. Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er, 
 They firike me with furprize ; 
 
 Not all the fands that fpread the fhore 
 To equal numbers rife. 
 
 7. Theft 
 
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 7 . 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 CXLV. Sea. ift. Common Metre, 
 The great nefs of GOD. 
 
 1. T ONG as Hive, I'll blefs thy name, 
 
 I j My King, my God of love *, 
 My work and joy mall be the fame 
 In the bright world above. 
 
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 2. Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown , 
 And let his praife be great ; 
 
 I'll fing the honours of thy throne, 
 Thy works of grace repeat. 
 
 3 . Thy grace mail dwell upon my tongue \ 
 And while my lips rejoice, 
 
 The men who hear my facred fong, 
 Shall join their chearful voice. 
 
 4. Fathers to fons mail teach thy name. 
 And children learn thy ways ; 
 
 Ages to come thy truth proclaim, 
 And nations found thy praife. 
 
 5. Thy glorious deeds of ancient date 
 Shall thro' the world be known ; 
 
 Thine arm of pow'r, thine heav'nly ftate, 
 With public fplendor mown. 
 
 6. The world is manag'd by thy hands j 
 Thy faints are ruTd by love ; 
 
 And thine eternal kingdom Hands, 
 Tho' rocks and hills remove. 
 
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82 PARTI. 
 
 PSALM CXLV. Sed. 2d. Common Metre. 
 The goodnefs of GO D. 
 
 1. QWEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, 
 £3 My God, my heav'nly King y 
 
 Let age to age thy righteoufnefs 
 In founds of glory fing. 
 
 2. God reigns on high, but not confines 
 His goodnefs to the fides ; 
 
 Thro' the whole earth his bounty mines, 
 And ev'ry want fupplies. 
 
 3 . With longing eyes thy creatures wait 
 On thee for daily food ; 
 
 Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, 
 And fills their mouths with good. 
 
 4. Thou, Lord, art kind ; frefli acts of grace 
 Thy pity Hill fupplies ; 
 
 Thine anger moves with floweft pace, 
 Thy willing mercy flies. 
 
 5. Creatures, with all their endlefs race, 
 Thy pow'r and praife proclaim ; 
 
 But faints, who tafte thy richer grace, 
 Delight to blefs thy name. 
 
 P S A L M CXLV. Sed. 3 i. Common Metre. 
 The companion of GOD. 
 
 1 . IT ET evYy tongue thy goodnefs fpeak, 
 J_ j Thou fov'reign Lord of all ; 
 
 Thy ftrefcgth'ning hands uphold the weak, 
 And raife the poor that fall. 
 
 2. When forrow bows the fpirit down, 
 Or virtue lies diftrefs'd, 
 
 Beneath 
 
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 Beneath fome proud opprefTor's frown, 
 Thou giv'ft the mourners reft. 
 
 3. The Lord fupports our tot t 'ring clays, 
 And guides our giddy youth ; 
 
 Holy and j uft are all his ways, 
 And all his words are truth. 
 
 4. He knows the pains his fervants feel ; 
 He hears his children cry ; 
 
 And their beft wiflies to fulfil 
 His grace is ever nigh. 
 
 5. His mercy never will remove 
 From men of heart ftncere \ 
 
 He faves the fouls whofe humble love 
 Is join'd with holy fear. 
 
 6. Our lips mail dwell upon his praife, 
 And fpread his fame abroad -, 
 
 Let all the fons of Adam raife 
 The honours of their God* 
 
 PSALM CXLVI. As the ir 3 th Pfalm. 
 Praife to GO D for his goodnefs and truth* 
 
 1. T'LL praife my Maker with my breath ; 
 
 And when my voice is loft in death, 
 Praife fhall employ my nobler pow'rs : 
 My days of praife fhall ne'er be paft, 
 While life and thought and being laft. 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
 2 . Why mould I make a man my truft ? 
 Princes muft die and turn to duft ; 
 
 Vain is the help of flefh and blood \ 
 
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 r breath departs ; their pomp and pow'r, 
 And fchenes all vanifh in an hour, 
 
 Nor can they make their promife good. 
 :. Happ; an whofe hopes rely 
 
 On nature's God ; he made the £ky, 
 And earth and feas with all their train ; 
 truth for ever ftands fecure, 
 faves th' oppreiVd. he feeds the poor, 
 i none fhall find omife vain, 
 
 to give the blind ; 
 I apports the unking mind ; 
 He :e : 
 
 ic Granger in diftrefs, 
 The widow and 
 
 aid grants the prisoner iweet re 
 5. He loves he knows them well ; 
 
 His love their lips fhall tt: 
 
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 Ltz ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age, 
 in tl I :ed work engage ; 
 
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 Over the heav'ns he f] 
 And waters veil the ft 
 
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 He makes the grafs the mountains crown, 
 
 And corn in vallies grow. 
 3. He gives the grazing ox his meat, 
 
 He hears the raven's cry ; 
 But man who taftes his nneft wheat, 
 
 Should raife his honours high. 
 
 4. His fteady counfels change the face 
 Of the declining year; 
 
 He bids the fun cut Ihort his race, 
 And wint'ry days appear. 
 
 5. His hoary froft, his fleecy fnow, 
 Defcend and cloath the ground ; 
 
 The liquid ftreams forbear to flow, 
 In icy fetters bound. 
 
 6. 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. 
 
 7. The changing wind, the flying cloud, 
 Obey his mighty word : 
 
 With fongs and honours founding loud, 
 Praifeye the fov'reign Lord. 
 
 PSALM CXLVIII. Proper Tune. 
 
 P raife to GO D from all creatures. 
 i."\7'E boundlefs realms of joy, 
 \ Exalt your maker's fame, 
 His praife your fongs employ 
 Above the ftarry frame ; 
 Your voices raife, 
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 And feraphim, 
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 PSALM CL. Long Metre. 
 An exhortation to praife GOD. 
 
 1. "YJRAISE ye the Lord ; let praife employ, 
 J^ In his own courts, your fongs of jov y 
 The fpacious firmament around 
 
 Shall echo back the joyful found. 
 
 2 . Recount his works in {trains divine ; 
 
 His wond'rous works how bright they fhine ! 
 
 Praife him for his almighty deeds, 
 
 Whofe greatnefs all your thoughts exceeds . 
 
 3. Let all, whom life and breath infpire, 
 Attend and join the blifsful choir ; 
 But chiefly you who know his word, 
 Adore, and love, and praife the Lord. 
 
 The end of the first part, 
 
PART II. 
 
 PSALMS 
 
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 PRAISE to GOD. 
 
 O R, 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 PSALM I. Long Metre. 
 GOD the proper objeft of praife. 
 
 YE fons of men, in facred lays, 
 Attempt your great creator's praife : 
 But O what tongue can fpeak his fame ! 
 What mortal verfe can reach the theme ! 
 Enthron'd amid the radient fpheres, 
 He glory like a garment wears : 
 His boundlefs wifdom, pow'r and grace, 
 Command our awe, invite our praife. 
 
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 3. To God all nature owes its birth ; 
 
 He form'd this pond'rous globe of earth ; 
 He rais'd the glorious arch on high, 
 And meafur'd out the azure iky. 
 
 4. In all our maker's vaft deigns, 
 Omnipotence with wifdom ihines ; 
 
 His works, thro' all this wond'rous frame, 
 Bear the great imprefs of his name. 
 
 5. Rais'd on devotion's lofty wing, 
 Our fouls his high perfections iing ; 
 O let his praife employ our tongues, 
 And lift'ning worlds approve the fongs. 
 
 PSALM II. Common Metre. 
 GOD eternal. 
 
 1 . XJ ISE, rife, my foul, and leave the ground, 
 Jl\ Stretch all thy thoughts abroad, 
 
 And call forth ev'ry tuneful found, 
 To praife th' eternal God. 
 
 2. Long ere the lofty Ikies were fpread, 
 Jehovah fiiPd his throne ; 
 
 Ere men were form'd or angels made, 
 The maker liv'd alone. 
 
 3. His boundlefs years can ne'er decreafe, 
 But fKll maintain their prime : 
 
 Ltemity's his dwelling-place, 
 And Ever is his time. 
 
 4. The feas'and ikies mull perifh too, 
 And vaft deftruclion come ; 
 
 The creatures, look, how old they grow, 
 And wait their final doom ! 
 
 5. Well, 
 
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 5. Well, let the fea flirink all away, 
 
 And flame melt down the fkies ; 
 My God fhall live an endlefs day, 
 
 When this creation dies. 
 
 PSALM III. Common Metre. 
 
 GOD infinite , omnipotent and omnifcient. 
 
 1. TN all my vail concerns with thee, 
 
 In vain my foul would try 
 To fhun thy prefence, Lord, or flee 
 The notice of thine eye. 
 
 2. Thine all furrounding fight furveys, 
 My riling and my reft, 
 
 My public walks, my private ways, 
 And fecrets of my breaft. 
 
 3. My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 
 Before they're form'd within ; 
 
 And ere my lips pronounce the word, 
 He knows the fenfe I mean. 
 
 4. O wond'rous knowledge, deep and high I 
 Where can a creature hide ? 
 
 Within thy circling arms I lie, 
 Befet on ev'ry fide. 
 
 5. If, wing'd with beams of morning-light, 
 I fly beyond the weft ; 
 
 Thy hand which muft fupport my flight, 
 Would foon betray my reft. 
 
 6. If o'er my fins I think to draw 
 The curtains of the night, 
 
 Thofe flaming eyes that guard thy law, 
 Would turn the fhades to light.- 
 
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 7. The beams of noon, the midnight hour, 
 
 Are both alike to thee ; 
 O may I ne'er provoke that powY, 
 
 From which I cannot flee. 
 
 PSALM IV. Common Metre, 
 GOD unchangeable. 
 
 1. npHOU did'ft, O mighty God, exift, 
 
 J_ Ere time begun its race ; 
 Before the ample elements 
 Fill'd up the voids of fpace. • 
 
 2. Before the pond'rous earthly globe 
 In fluid air was ftay'd ; 
 
 Before the ocean's mighty fprings 
 Their liquid ftores difplay'd : 
 
 3. Ere thro' the gloom of ancient night 
 The ftreaks o. light appear 'd \ 
 
 Before the high celeflial arch, 
 Or ftarry poles, were rear'd : 
 
 4. Ere thro' the bright celeflial courts 
 One hallelujah rung ; 
 
 Or ere the joyful fons of light 
 Harmonious anthems fung : 
 
 5. Ere men ador'd or angels knew, 
 Or prais'd thy wond'rous name, 
 
 Thy bliis (O fecred fpring of life ! ) 
 And glory were the fame. 
 
 6. And when the pillars of the world 
 With fudden ruin break, 
 
 And all this vafl and goodly frame 
 Sinks in the mighty wreck 5 
 
 When 
 
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 7. When from her orb the moon fliall ftart, 
 Th' aftonifh'd fun roll back ; 
 
 While all the trembling ftarry lamps, 
 Their ancient courfe forfake ) 
 
 8. Amidft the univerfal fhock, 
 Thy throne mail Hand fecure : 
 
 The glories which compofe thy name 
 Thro' endlefs years endure. 
 
 PSALM V. Long Metre. 
 The one living and true GOD. 
 
 1. XT 1 ETERNAL God, almighty caufe 
 
 jjj Of earth and feas and worlds unknown ; 
 All things are fubjecl to thy laws ; 
 All things depend on thee alone. 
 
 2 . Thy glorious being iingly ftands, 
 Of all within itfelf pofleit: 
 ControuPd by none are thy commands \ 
 Thou from thyfelf alone art blefl. 
 
 g . To thee alone ourfelves we owe ; 
 
 Let heav'n and earth due homage pay ; 
 
 All other gods we difavow, 
 
 Deny their claims, renounce their fway. 
 4. Spread thy great name thro' heathen lands \ 
 
 Their idol-deities dethrone ; 
 
 Reduce the world to thy commands, 
 
 And reign, as thou art, God alone. 
 
 PSALM VI. Common Metre. 
 The great nefs of GOD. 
 1 . "JT EEP filence all created things, 
 JP^ And wait your Maker's word. 
 
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 My foul ftands trembling while me fings 
 The honours of her Lord. 
 
 2. Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, 
 Hang on his firm decree : 
 
 He fits on no precarious throne, 
 Nor borrows leave to be. 
 
 3. Ten thoufand ages ere the fkies 
 Were into motion brought ; 
 
 All future years, and worlds to come, 
 Stood prefent to his thought. 
 
 4. His mighty voice bid ancient night 
 Her endlefs realms refign ; 
 
 And lo, ten thoufand worlds of light 
 In fields of azure mine. 
 
 5. His wifdom with fuperior fway, 
 Guides the vaft moving frame \ 
 
 Whilft all the ranks of beings pay 
 Deep rev'rence to his name. 
 
 PSALM VII. Common Metre. 
 The power of G D. 
 
 1. VTiWAS God who fix'd the rolling fpheres, 
 
 And ftretch'd the boundlefs Ikies ; 
 Who form'd the plan of endlefs years, 
 And bade the ages rife. 
 
 2. From everlafting is his might, 
 Immenfe and unconfin'd % ♦ 
 
 He pierces thro' the realms of light, 
 And rides upon the wind. 
 
 3. He darts along the burning fkies j 
 Loud thunders round him roar : 
 
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 All heaven attends him as he flies, 
 All hell proclaims his pow'r. 
 
 4. He fpeaks, great nature's wheels ftand ftill, 
 And leave their wonted round ; 
 
 The mountains melt, each trembling hill 
 Forfakes its ancient bound. 
 
 5. He fcatters nations with his- breath ; 
 The fcatter'd nations fly : 
 
 Blue peftilence and fpreading death 
 Confefs the Godhead nigh. 
 
 6. Ye worlds, and ev'ry living thing, 
 Fulfil his hi^h command ; 
 
 Pay duteous homage to your king, 
 And own his ruling hand. 
 
 PSALM VIII. Common Metre. 
 The faithfulnefs of GOD. 
 
 1 . Tl EGIN, my tongue, fome heav'nly theme ; 
 J[j And fpeak fome boundlefs thing 5 
 
 The mighty works, or mightier name, 
 Of our eternal king. 
 
 2 . Tell of his wond'rous faithfulnefs, 
 And found his pow'r abroad ; 
 
 Sing the kind promife of his grace, 
 And the performing God. 
 
 3. Proclaim, " Salvation from the Lord, 
 For finful dying men ;" 
 
 His hand hath writ the facred word, 
 With an immortal pen. 
 
 4. Engrav'd as in eternal brafs 
 The gracious promife fhines ; 
 
 Nor 
 
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 Nor can the pow'rs of darknefs rafe 
 The everlaflino: lines. 
 
 5. He that can dafh whole worlds to death * 
 And make them when he pleafe, 
 
 He fpeaks, and that almighty breath 
 Fulfils his great decrees. 
 
 6. His very word of grace is ftrong, 
 As that which built the Ikies ; 
 
 The voice which rolls the ftars along, 
 Speaks all the promifes. 
 
 PSALM IX. Common Metre* 
 
 The gGodnefs of GO D. 
 
 1. 1" ORD, thou art good ; all nature mows 
 
 I j Thee full, and free, and kind ; 
 Thy bounty thro' creation flows, 
 Nor can it be confin'd. 
 
 2. The whole and ev'ry part proclaims 
 Thine infinite good-will ; 
 
 It fhines in ftars, and flows in ftreams, 
 And burfts from ev'ry hill. 
 
 3. It fpreads thro' all the fpreading main, 
 And thro' the heav'ns more wide ; 
 
 It drops in gentle fhow'rs of rain, 
 And rolls in ev'ry tide. 
 
 4. Long has it been diffus'd abroad, 
 Thro' years and ages pad ; 
 
 And its rich ftores, all-bounteous God, 
 For ever {till fhall laft. 
 
 5. Thro' the vaft whole it pours fupplies, 
 Spreads Joy thro' ev'ry part : 
 
 Lord, 
 
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 Lord, let fuch love attract mine eyes, 
 
 And captivate my heart, 
 <5. High admiration let it raife, 
 
 And kind affections move ; 
 Employ my tongue in fongs of praife, 
 
 And fill my heart with love. 
 
 P S A L M X. As the 50th Pfalm. 
 The never-ceafing goodnefs of GOD, 
 
 1 . T |~Oufe of our God, with chearful anthems 
 
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 While all our lips and hearts his goodnefs ling; 
 
 With lacredj oy his wond'rous deeds proclaim; 
 
 Let ev'ry tongue be vocal with his name. 
 The Lord is good, his mercy never-ending, 
 His bleflings in perpetual fhow'rs defcending. 
 
 2. The heav'n of heav'ns he with his bounty fills; 
 Ye feraphs bright, on ever-blooming hills, 
 His honours found ; you to whom good alone, 
 Unmingled, ever-growing, has been known ^ 
 
 Thro' your immortal life with love encreafmg, 
 Proclaim your Maker's goodnefs never ceafing. 
 
 3 . Thou earth, enlightned by his rays divine, 
 Pregnant with grafs, and corn, and oil, and 
 
 wine, [meet, 
 
 Crown'd with his goodnefs, let thy nations 
 And lay their crowns at his paternal feet ; 
 With grateful love that lib'ral hand confefling*, 
 Which thro' each heart diffufeth ev'ry blefling. 
 
 4. His goodnefs never ends; the dawn, the fhade, 
 Still fee new bounties thro' new fcenes dif- 
 
 play'd ; 
 
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 Succeeding ages blefs this fure abode, 
 And children lean upon their father's God. 
 The deathlefsfoul, thro' its immenfe duration, 
 Drinks from this fource immortal confolation. 
 5. Burft into praife, my foul ; all nature join ; 
 Angels and men in harmony combine ; 
 While human years are meafur'd by the fun, 
 And while eternity its courfe mall run, 
 His goodnefs, in perpetual fliow'rs defcending, 
 Exalt in fongs, and raptures never ending. 
 
 PSALM XI. Long Metre. 
 The mercy of GO D. 
 
 1 . Hf^HE Lord, how wond'rous are his ways ! 
 
 LIow firm his truth ! how large his grace ! 
 He takes his mercy from his throne, 
 And thence he makes his glories known. 
 
 2 . Not half fo high his pow'r hath fpread 
 The ftafry heav'ns above our head, 
 As his rich love exceeds our praife, 
 Exceeds the higheft hopes we raife. 
 
 3. Not half fo far hath nature plac'd 
 The rifing morning from the weft, 
 As his forgiving grace removes 
 
 The guilt of thofe his heart approves. 
 
 a. The mighty God, the wife and jult, 
 Knows that our frame is feeble dull, 
 And will no heavy loads impofe, 
 Beyond the ftrength which he beftows. 
 
 5 ? He knows how foon our nature dies, 
 Blaited by ev'ry wind that flies ; 
 
 Like 
 
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 Like grafs we fpring, and die as foon, 
 Or morning flow'rs that fade at noon. 
 6. But his eternal love is fare 
 
 To all the faints, and fhall endure ; 
 From age to age his truth fhall reign, 
 Nor children's children hope in vain. 
 
 PSALM XII. Common Metre, 
 The compafflon of GO D. 
 
 1 . /^\ Thou, the wretched's fure retreat, 
 \J Who doft our cares controul, 
 
 And with the chearful fmile of peace 
 Revive the fainting foul i 
 
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 2. Did ever thy relenting ear 
 The humble plea difdain ; 
 
 Or when did plaintive mis'ry figh, 
 Or fupplicate, in vain ? 
 
 3. Opprefs'd with grief and fhame, diffolv'd 
 In penitential tears, 
 
 Thy goodnefs calms our reftlefs doubts, 
 And diflipates our fears. 
 
 4. New life from thy refreshing grace 
 Our linking hearts receive ; 
 
 Thy gentleft beft lov'd attribute, 
 To pity and forgive. 
 
 5. From that bleft fource propitious hope 
 Appears ferenely bright, 
 
 And fheds her foft diffufive beam 
 O'er forrow's difmal night. 
 
 6. Our griefs confefs her vital pow'r, 
 And blefs the friendly ray, 
 
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 Which ufhers in the fmiling morn 
 Of everlafting day. 
 
 PSALM XIII. Long Metre. 
 GOD incomprehenfible. 
 i . T ORD, we are blind, we mortals blind ; 
 I j We can't behold thy bright abode : 
 O, 'tis beyond a creature-mind, 
 To glance a thought half-way to God. 
 
 2 . Infinite leagues beyond the iky, 
 The great eternal reigns alone : 
 Where neither wings nor fouls can fly. 
 Nor angels climb the toplefs throne. 
 
 3. The Lord of glory builds his feat 
 Of gems infufferably bright, 
 And lays beneath his facred feet, 
 Subflantial beams of gloomy night. 
 
 4. Yet, glorious Lord, thy gracious eyes 
 Look through, and chear us from above ; 
 Beyond our praife thy grandeur flies, 
 Yet we adore, and yet we love, 
 
 PSALM XIV. Long Metre. 
 GOD exalted above men. 
 
 1 . O HALL the low race of flelh and blood 
 |^3 Contend with their Creator God ? — « 
 Behold he puts his trail in none 
 
 Of all the fpirits round his throne : 
 
 2. But how much meaner things are they, 
 Who fpring from dull and dwell in clay ! 
 Touch'd by the finger of his wrath, 
 
 We faint and vanifn like the moth. 
 
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 ;. Prom night to day, from day to night, 
 
 We die by thoufands in his light ; 
 
 Bury'd in dull: whole nations lie, 
 
 Like a forgotten vanity. 
 4, Almighty pow'r, to thee we bow : 
 
 How frail are we ! how glorious thou ! 
 
 No more the fons of earth mail dare 
 
 With an eternal God compare. 
 
 PSALM XV. Long Metre. 
 The divine perfections celebrated, 
 
 1. T\ /f*Y God, my king, thy various praife 
 
 L/V J. Shall fill the remnant of my days ; 
 Thy grace employ my humble tongue, 
 Till death and glory raife the fong. 
 
 2 . The wings of ev'ry hour fliall bear 
 Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; 
 And ev'rv fetting; fun fhall fee 
 New works of duty done for thee. 
 
 3 . Thy truth and juftice I'll proclaim : 
 Thy bounty flows an endlefs ftream ; 
 Thy mercy fwift ; thine anger flow, 
 But dreadful to the ftubborn foe. 
 
 4. Thy works with fov'reign glory mine, 
 And fpeak thy majefty divine ; 
 
 Let Britain round her mores proclaim 
 The honours of thy glorious name. 
 
 5. Let diftant times and nations raife 
 The long fucceffion of thy praife ; 
 
 , And unborn ages make my fong 
 The joy and labour of their tongue. 
 
 6. But 
 
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 6. But who can fpeak thy wond'rous deeds ? 
 Thy greatnefs all our thoughts exceeds : 
 Vail and unfearchable thy ways ; 
 Vaft and immortal be thy praife. 
 
 PSALM XVI. Common Metre. 
 GOD the Creator. 
 
 1. dT\ LORD, how excellent thy name ! 
 ^/ How glorious to behold, 
 
 Engraven fair on all thy works, 
 In characters of gold ! 
 
 2. On heav'ns unmeafurable face, 
 In lines immenfely great ; 
 
 In fmall, on ev'ry leaf and flow'r, 
 Creator GOD is writ. 
 
 3. Tho' reafon be not giv'n to all 
 Nor voice to thee, O fun ! 
 
 Their Maker all proclaim, and here 
 Their language is but one. 
 
 4. From land to land, from world to world, 
 Thy fame is echo'd round ; 
 
 And ages, as they pafs, tranfmit 
 The never-dying found. 
 
 5. Angels, the eldeft fons of light, 
 Began the lofty fong : 
 
 They faw the heav'ns expand abroad, 
 And earth on nothing hung. 
 
 6. Then man, the Iaft and nobleft work 
 Of all this nether frame, 
 
 With the firft vital breath he drew, 
 Confefs'd from whence he came. 
 
 7. Let 
 
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 7. Let men unite to praife their God, 
 
 Let them adore his name ; 
 The wonders of his pow'r and love 
 
 Let the whole earth proclaim. 
 
 PSALM XVII. Long Metre. 
 GOD known by his works. 
 
 1 . f^\ RE AT is our God ; his works of might 
 \y To praife his glorious name unite ; 
 Heav'n, earth, and fea confefs his hand x 
 And wait obedient his command. 
 
 2. His hand unfeen fuflains the poles 
 On which the vaft creation rolls ; 
 The ftarry fkies proclaim his pow'r, 
 His pencil glows in ev'ry flow'r. 
 
 3. In various fhapes and colours, rife 
 Ten thoufand wonders to our eyes ; 
 
 And beafts and birds, with lab'ring throat, 
 Teach us a God in ev'ry note. 
 
 4. Acrofs the waves, around the fky, 
 There's not a place, or deep or high, 
 Where the creator has not trod, 
 And left the footfteps of a God. 
 
 PSALM XVIII. Proper Tune. 
 All creatures called upon to praife GOD* 
 1. T> EGIN, my foul, th' exalted lay, 
 J^J ^ et eacn enraptur'd thought obey, 
 And praife th' Almighty's name ; 
 Lo ! heav'n, and earth, and feas, and ikies, 
 In one melodious concert rife, 
 To fwell th' infpiring theme. 
 
 2. Ye 
 
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 2. Ye angels, catch the joyful found,- 
 While all th' adoring throngs around 
 
 His wond'rous mercy fing ; 
 Let ev'iy liit'ning faint above 
 Wake all the tuneful foul of love, 
 
 And touch the fweeteft firing, 
 
 3. Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vaft abode? 
 Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God ; 
 
 Ye thunders, fpeak his pow'r : 
 Lo ! on the lightning's gleamy wing, 
 In triumph walks th' eternal King ; 
 
 Th* aftoniih'd worlds adore. 
 
 4. Ye deeps, with roaring billows rife. 
 To join the thunders of the ikies ; 
 
 Praife him who bid you roll ; 
 His praife in fofter notes declare, 
 Each whifp'ring breeze of yielding air, 
 
 And breathe it to the foul. 
 
 5. Wake, all ye foaring throngs, and fing ; 
 Ye chearful warblers of the fpring, 
 
 Harmonious anthems raife, 
 To him who fhap'd your finer mould, 
 ' Who tip'd your glitt'ring wings with gold, 
 And tun'd your voice to praife. 
 
 6. Let man, by nobler paffions fway'd, 
 The feeling heart, the judging head, 
 
 In heav'nly praife employ ; 
 Spread the creator's name around, 
 Till heav'ns broad arch ring back the found, 
 
 ThegenVal buiil of jov. 
 
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 PSALM XIX. Common Metre. 
 Pralfe to G D from all creatures* 
 
 1. rr"iHE glories of our maker God 
 
 Our joyful tongues fhall fing; 
 And call the nations to adore 
 Their former and their king, 
 
 2. 'Twas his right-hand that fliap'd our clay. 
 And wrought this wond'rous frame j 
 
 But from his own celeflial breath, 
 Our nobler fpirits came. 
 
 3. We bring our mortal pow'rs to God, 
 And worfhip with our tongues : 
 
 We claim fome kindred with the fkies, 
 And join the heav'nly fongs. 
 
 4. Let beafts, which in the paftures feed, 
 Or in the defarts lie, 
 
 Fifties that move within the feas, 
 And fowls beneath the fky ; 
 
 5. Let rocks, and woods, and fires, and feas, 
 Their various tribute bring > 
 
 And one united anthem raife 
 To God, all nature's king. 
 
 6. Ye planets, to his honour mine, 
 As thro* your orbs you run ; 
 
 Praife him in your eternal courfe 
 Around the fteady fun. 
 
 7 . The glory of our Maker's name 
 The wide creation fills, 
 
 And his unbounded grandeur flies 
 Beyond the heav'nly hills. 
 
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 P S A L M XX. As the 1 1 3 th Pfalm. 
 
 Praife to GO D from the material creation. 
 i. £^\ REAT God, die heav'ns well order'd 
 
 \jjp frame 
 
 Declares the glories of thy name ; 
 
 There thy rich works of wonder fliine ; 
 A thoufand ftarry beauties there, 
 A thoufand radiant marks appear 
 
 Of boundlefs pow'r and fkill divine. 
 
 2 . From night to day, from day to night, 
 The dawning and the dying light 
 
 Lectures of heav'nly wifdom read ; 
 With filent eloquence they raife 
 Our thoughts to our creator's praife, 
 
 And neither found nor language need. 
 
 3 . Yet their divine inftrucfcions run 
 Far as the journey of the fun, 
 
 And ev'ry nation knows their voice : 
 The fun, like a young bridegroom dreft, 
 Breaks from the chambers of the eaft, 
 
 Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice. 
 
 4. Where-e'er he fpreads his beams abroad, 
 He fmiles and fpeaks his maker God : 
 
 All nature joins to {hew thy praife ; 
 Thy glories thro' creation mine, 
 Our fouls confefs the pow'r divine, 
 
 And fongs of chearful homage raife. 
 
 PSALM XXI. Common Metre. 
 The G D of nature worflnpped. 
 I. T TAIL, king fupreme! all wife and good ! 
 J7J[ To thee our thoughts we raife, 
 
 While 
 
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 While nature's beauties, wide difplay'd, 
 Infpire our fouls with praife. 
 
 2. At morning, noon, and ev'ning mild, 
 Thy works engage our view ; 
 
 And, while we gaze, our hearts exult 
 With tranfports ever new. 
 
 3 . Thy glory beams in ev'ry ftar, 
 Which gilds the gloom of night ; 
 
 And decks the riling face of morn 
 With rays of chearing light. 
 
 4. The funny hill, the dewy lawn, 
 With thoufand beauties mine ; 
 
 The iilent grove, and awful made 
 Proclaim thy pow'r divine. 
 
 5. From tree to tree a conftant hymn 
 Employs the feather'd throng ; 
 
 To thee their chearful notes they fwell, - 
 And chaunt their grateful fong. 
 
 6. Great nature's God, ftill may thefe fcenes 
 Our ferious hours engage 5 
 
 Still may our grateful hearts confult 
 Thy works inftruclive page. 
 
 PSALM XXII. Long Metre. 
 Praife to GO D from the heavenly bodies, 
 
 %. nr^HE fpacious firmament on high, 
 With all the blue ethereal fky, 
 And fpangled heav'ns, a mining frame, 
 Their great original proclaim. 
 
 2.Th' unweary fun, from day to day, 
 Doth his creator's pow'r difplay \ 
 
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 And publifhes to ev'ry land, 
 The work of one almighty hand. 
 
 3. Soon as the ev'ning fhades prevail, 
 The moon takes up the wond'rous tale ; 
 And nightly to the lift'ning earth 
 Repeats the ftory of her birth. 
 
 4. Whilft all the ftars which round her burn, 
 And all the planets in their turn, 
 Confirm tae tidings as they roll, 
 
 And fpread the truth from pole to pole. 
 
 5. What tho' in folemn filence all 
 Move round the dark terreftial ball ; 
 What tho* no real voice nor found 
 Amidit. their radiant orbs be found ; 
 
 6. In reafon's ear they all rejoice, 
 And utter forth a glorious voice j 
 For ever ringing, as they fhine, 
 
 " The hancl that made us is divine." 
 
 PSALM XXIII . As the 113th Pfalm. 
 GOD the creator and governor of the world* 
 
 1. ^7^ no ty f 011 ^? m God rejoice ; 
 
 j[ Your Maker's praife becomes your voice - 7 
 Great is your theme, your fongs be new : 
 
 Sing of his name, his word, his ways, 
 
 His works of nature and of grace. 
 How wife and holy, juft and true ! 
 
 2 . Juftice and truth he ever loves, 
 
 And the whole earth his goodnefs proves ; 
 His word the heav'nly arches fpicad : 
 
 How 
 
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 How wide they mine from north to fouth ! 
 And by the fpirit of his mouth 
 Were all the ftarry armies made. 
 
 3. He gathers the wide flowing feas ; 
 Thofe wat'ry treafures know their place 
 
 In the vaft ftore-houfe of the deep : 
 He fpake and gave all nature birth ; 
 And fires, arid feas, and heav'n, and earth, 
 
 His everlailing orders keep. 
 
 4. Let mortals tremble, and adore 
 A God of fuch refiiflefs pow'r ; 
 
 Nor dare indulge their feeble rage : 
 Vain are your thoughts, and weak your hands; 
 But his eternal counfel Hands, 
 
 And rules the world from age to age. 
 
 PSALM XXIV. As the 50th Pfalm. 
 The eternal and Jove reign GOD. 
 
 1. fTHHE Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on 
 
 His robes of ftate are flrengtL and majefly : 
 This wide creation rofe at his command, 
 Built by his word, and'ftablifh'd by his hand: 
 Long Hood his throne ere he began creation, 
 And his own godhead is the firm foundation. 
 
 2. God is th' eternal King: his foes in vain 
 Raife their rebellions to confound his reign ; 
 In vain the ftorms ; in vain the floods arife, 
 And roar, and tofs their waves againfl the Ikies , 
 Foaming at heav'n they rage with wild com- 
 motion, [ocean. 
 
 But heav'n's high arches fcorn the fwelling 
 
 3. Ye 
 
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 3. Ye tempefts, rage no more; ye floods be ftill; 
 Be the whole earth fubmiffive to his will: 
 Built on his truth his throne rauft ever ftand ; 
 Firm are his promifes, and ftrong his hand : 
 See his own fons, when they appear before 
 him, [him. 
 
 Bow at his foot-ftool, and with fear adore 
 
 PSALM XXV. Common Metre. 
 The eternal dominion of GO D. 
 
 1. #^1 RE AT God ! how excellent art thou ! 
 %^y What worthlefs beings we ! 
 
 Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
 And pay their praife to thee. 
 
 2 . Thy throne eternal ages flood, 
 Ere feas or ftars were made ; 
 
 Thou art the ever-living God, 
 Were all the nations dead. 
 
 3 . Nature and time quite naked lie 
 To thine immenfe furvey, 
 
 From the formation of the fky, 
 To the great burning day. 
 
 4. Eternity, with all its years, 
 Stands prefent in thy view ; 
 
 To thee there's nothing old appears ; 
 Great God ! there's nothing new. 
 
 5. Our lives thro' various fcenes are drawn, 
 And vex'd with trilling cares, 
 
 While thine eternal thought moves on 
 Thine undiilurb'd affairs. 
 
 6. Great God ! how excellent art thou! 
 What worthlefs beings we ! 
 
 Let 
 
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 Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
 And pay their praife to thee. 
 
 PSALM XXVI. As the 50th Pfalm. 
 GOD the /over eign King. 
 i. r TP HE Lord of glory reigns fupremely 
 JL great, 
 
 And o'er heav'ns arches builds his royal feat; 
 Thro' worlds unknown his fov'reign fway 
 
 extends, 
 Nor fpace,nor time hisboundlefs empire ends} 
 His eye beholds th' affairs of ev'ry nation, 
 And reads each thought through his im- 
 menfe creation. 
 
 2. Light'nings and ftormshis mighty word obey, 
 And planets roll, where he has mark'd their 
 
 way : 
 Unnumber'd angels veil'd before him ftand, 
 And at his flgnal all their wings expand : 
 His praife gives harmony to all their voices, 
 And ev'ry heart thro' the full choir rejoices, 
 
 3. Rebellious mortals, ceafe your tumults vain* 
 Nor longer fuch unequal war maintain : 
 Let clay with fellow clay in combat flrive, 
 B ut dread to brave the pow'r by which you live : 
 With contrite hearts fall proltrate and adore 
 
 him, 
 For, if he frown, ye perifli all before him. 
 
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 PSALM XXVII. Common Metre. 
 Praife for creation and providence. 
 i. T SING th' almighty pow'r of God s 
 
 .1 That made the mountains rife ; 
 That fpread the flowing feas abroad, 
 And built the lofty ikies. 
 
 2. 1 iing the wifdom that ordain'd 
 
 The fan to 'rule the day ; 
 The moon iliines full at his command,* 
 
 And all the ftars obey. 
 3.I iing the goodnefs of the Lord, 
 
 That fill'd the earth with food ; 
 He form'd the creatures with his word, 
 
 And then pronounc'd them good. 
 
 4. Lord, how thy wonders are difplay'd^ 
 Where'er I turn mine eye ; 
 
 If I furvey the ground I tread, 
 Or gaze upon the fky ! 
 
 5. There's not a plant or flow'r below.* 
 But makes thy glories known ; 
 
 And clouds arife, and tempeils blow, 
 By order from thy throne. 
 
 6. Creatures (as num rous as they be) 
 Are fubjeci: to thy care : 
 
 There's not a place where we can flee) 
 But God is prefent there. 
 
 7. His hand is my perpetual guard ; 
 He keeps mc with his eye ; 
 
 Why mould I then forget the Lord, 
 Who is for ever nigh ? 
 
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 PSALM XXVIII. Long Metre. 
 The unlverfal providence of GO D, 
 
 1. ripiHE earth, and all the heav'nly frame, 
 
 Their great creator's love proclaim : 
 He gives the fun his genial pow'r, 
 And lends the foft refrefhing fhow'r. 
 
 2. The ground with plenty blooms again, 
 And yields her various fruits to men ; 
 To men, who from thy bounteous hand, 
 Receive the gifts of ev'ry land. 
 
 3. Nor to the human race alone, 
 
 Is his paternal goodnefs mown ; 
 
 The tribes of earth, and fea, and air, 
 
 Enjoy his univerfal care. 
 4. Not ev'n a fparrow yields his breath, 
 
 Till God permit the ftroke of death : 
 
 He hears the ravens when they call, 
 
 The father and the friend of all, 
 
 PSALM XXIX. Long Metre. 
 The conflant -providence of GO D. 
 
 1. "fT* TERNAL fource of ev'ry joy ! 
 fj Well may thy praife our lips employ, 
 
 Whilevin thy temple we appear ; 
 
 Thy goodnefs crowns the circling year. 
 
 2 . Wide as the earth and planets roll, 
 
 Thy hand fupports and chears the whole : 
 By thee the fun is taught to rife, 
 And darknefs when to veil the fkies. 
 
 3. The flow'ry fpring, at thy command, 
 Embalms the air and paints the land ; 
 
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114 P A R T II. 
 
 The fummer-rays with vigour mine, 
 To raife the corn, and chear the vine. 
 
 4. Seafons, and months, and weeks, and days, 
 Demand fucceffive hymns of praife : 
 Still be the chearful homage paid, 
 With morning light and ev'ning fhade. 
 
 5.O may our more hannonious tongues, 
 In worlds unknown purfue the fongs ; 
 And in thofe brighter courts adore, 
 Where days and years revolve no more. 
 
 P S A L M XXX. Common Metre. 
 The providence of GOD in thefeajons cf 'the year. 
 
 i.'TPIS by thy ftrength the mountains Hand, 
 
 J[ God of eternal pow'r ; 
 The iea grows calm at thy command. 
 And tempefts ceafe to roar. 
 
 2. Thy morning light and ev'ning fhade 
 Succefiive comforts bring ; 
 
 Thy plenteous fruits make harveft gkd, 
 Thy flow'rs adorn the fpring. 
 
 3. Seafons, and times, and months, and hours, 
 Keav'n, earth, and air are thine : 
 
 When clouds diftil in fruitful fhow'rs,^ 
 The author is divine. 
 
 4. Thofe wand'ring citterns in the fky, 
 Borne by the winds around, 
 
 h wat'ry treafures well fupply 
 The furrows of the ground, 
 r. 1 he thirfly ridges drink their £11, 
 And ranks of coin appear ; 
 
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 Thy ways abound with bleffings ftill , 
 Thy goodnefs crowns the year. 
 
 P S A L M XXXI. Long Metre. 
 The providential goodnefs of GOD. 
 
 1. TrtRaife ye the Lord ; 'tis good to isufe 
 
 Our hearts and voices in his praife j 
 His nature and his works unite 
 To make this duty our delight. 
 
 2. Sing to the Lord, the juft, the good ; 
 He fills our hearts with joy and food ; 
 He pours his bleflings from the Ikies, 
 And loads our days with rich fupplies. 
 
 3. He fends the fun his circuit round, 
 
 To chear the fruits, to warm the ground ; 
 He bids the clouds with plenteous rain 
 Refreih the thirfty earth again. 
 
 4. He makes the grafs the hills adorn, 
 And ^loaths the mailing fields with corn j 
 The beads with food his hands fupply, 
 And the young ravens when they cry. 
 
 5. 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, 
 And all our near efcapes from death : 
 Safety and health to God belong ; 
 
 He heals the weak and guards the ftrong. 
 
 6. The wonders which his love hath wrought. 
 Exceed our praife, furmount our thought j 
 Should we attempt the long detail, 
 
 Our fpeech would faint, our numbers fail. 
 
 7. Praife ye the Lord : my heart fhall join, 
 In work fo pleafant, fo divine, 
 
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 Now while this earth is mine abode, 
 And when my foul afcends to God. 
 
 PSALM XXXII. Long Metre. 
 Divine condefcenfion to human affairs. 
 I.TTP to the Lord, who reigns on high, 
 %^J And views the nations from afar, 
 Let everlafting praifes fly, 
 And tell how large his bounties are. 
 
 2 . He who can make the worlds he made, 
 Or by his word, or by his rod, 
 
 His goodnefs how amazing great ! 
 And what a condefcending God ! 
 
 3. God, who muft floop to view the Hues, 
 And bow to fee what angels do, 
 Down to our earth directs his eyes, 
 And bends his footfteps downward too. 
 
 4. He over-rules all mortal things, 
 And manages our mean affairs ; 
 On humble fouls the king of kings" 
 Bellows his counfels and his cares. 
 
 5. O could our thankful hearts devife 
 A tribute equal to his grace. 
 
 To the third heav'n our fongs mould rife, 
 And teach angelic minds his praife. 
 
 PSALM XXXIII. Common Metre. 
 GOD the freferver of our frail bodies. 
 1. T ET others boaft how ftrong they be, 
 
 jLj Nor death nor danger fear, 
 But we'll confefs, O Lord, to thec, 
 What feeble things we are, 
 
 2. Freih 
 
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 2. Frefh as the grafs our bodies ftand, 
 And flouriih bright and gay ; 
 
 A blafting wind fweeps o'er the land, 
 And fades the grafs away. 
 
 3 . Our life contains a thoufand fprings, 
 And dies if one be gone ; 
 
 Strange ! that a harp of thoufand firings, 
 Should keep in tune fo long. 
 
 4. But 'tis our God fupports our frame, 
 The God who form'd us firfl j 
 
 Salvation to th' Almighty name 
 That rear'd us from the dull. 
 
 5. While we have breath, or ufe our tongues, 
 Our Maker we'll adore ; 
 
 His fpirit moves our heaving lungs, 
 Qr they would heave no more. 
 
 PSALM XXXIV. Common Metre. 
 
 GOD oar conftant preferver. 
 
 1. TTOSANNAH, with a chearful found, 
 JLJL To God's upholding hand ; 
 
 Ten thoufand mares attend us round, 
 And yet fecure we Hand. 
 
 2. That was a mofl: amazing pow'r, 
 Which rais'd us w T ith a word ; 
 
 And ev'ry day and ev'ry hour 
 We lean upon the Lord. 
 
 3. The ev'ning refts our weary head, 
 And angels guard the room ; 
 
 We wake, and we admire the bed 
 Which was not made our tomb. 
 
 4. The 
 
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 4. The rifing morning ca^n't allure 
 That we lliall end the day ; 
 
 For death ftands ready at the door 
 To make our lives his prey. 
 
 5, God is our fun, whofe daily light 
 Our joy and fafety brings ; 
 
 Our feeble frames lie fafe at night, 
 Beneath his guardian wings. 
 
 PSALM XXXV. Long Metre. 
 GOD our protector. 
 1. 1 J"E that hath made his refuge God, 
 {71 Shall find a molt fecure abode ; 
 Shall walk all day beneath his fhade, 
 And fafe at night mall reft his head. 
 
 2. He guides our feet, he guards our way, 
 His morning fmiles blefs all the day ; 
 He fpreads the ev'ning vail,* and keeps 
 The filent hours while nature flecps. 
 
 3. Then will I fay, " My God, thy pow'r 
 " Shall be my fortrefs and my tow'r ; 
 
 " I, who am form'd of feeble duft, 
 " Make thine -almighty arm. my truft." 
 
 4. Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, 
 Th' eternal hills beyond the ikies ; 
 Thence all her help my foul derives^ 
 There my almighty refuge lives. 
 
 5. He lives, the everlafting God, 
 
 Who built the world and fpread the flood ; 
 He lives, and by his heav'nly care, 
 Preferves my life from ev'ry mare. 
 
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 PSALM XXXVI. Long Metre. 
 The dally goodnefs of GO D. 
 
 1. /^l RE AT God, how endlefs is thy love ! 
 \jr Thy gifts are ev'ry evening new ; 
 And morning mercies from above 
 Gently diftil like early dew. 
 
 2 . Thou fpreadfl the curtains of the night, 
 Great guardian of our fleeping hours ; 
 Thy fov'reign word reftores the light, 
 And quickens all our drowfy pow'rs. 
 
 3 . We yield our pow'rs to thy command ; 
 To thee we confecrate our days : 
 Perpetual ble flings from thine hand 
 Demand perpetual fongs of praife. 
 
 PSALM XXXVII. Common Metre, 
 Our ftort lives crowned with the divine goodnefs * 
 
 1 . /^\UR time is ever on the wing, 
 \^J And death is ever nigh ; 
 
 The moment when our lives begin, 
 We all begin to die. 
 
 2. Yet, mighty God, our fleeting days 
 Thy conftant favours mare ; 
 
 Yet with the bounties of thy grace 
 Thou crown' it the rolling year. 
 
 3. The hand of mercy finds us food, 
 And we are cloath'd with love, 
 
 While grace Hands pointing out the road, 
 Which leads our fouls above. 
 
 4. Thy goodnefs runs an endlefs round ; 
 AH glory to the Lord ! 
 
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 Thy mercy never knows a bound ; ' 
 
 Be thy great name ador'd ! 
 5. Thus we begin the ] ailing long ; 
 
 And when we clofe our eyes, 
 Let the next age thy praife prolong, 
 
 Till time and nature dies. 
 
 PSALM XXXVIII. Common Metre. 
 GOD our conftant benefactor \ 
 1. /"*1 Reat God! to thee our grateful tongues 
 
 Vjf United thanks ihall raife ; 
 Infpire our hearts to tune the fongs, 
 
 Which celebrate thy praife. 
 2. From thine almighty forming hand 
 
 We drew our vital pow'rs ; 
 Our time revolves- at thy command, 
 
 In all its circling hours. 
 
 3. Thy pow'r, our ever prefent guard, 
 From ev'ry ill defends ; 
 
 While num'rous dangers hover round, 
 Our help from thee defcends. 
 
 4. Beneath the fliadow of thy wings, 
 How fweet is our repofe ! 
 
 The morning-light renews the fprings 
 From whence our comfort flows. 
 
 5. In celebration of thy praife 
 We will employ our breath j 
 
 And, walking fteadfaft in thy ways, 
 Will triumph over death. 
 
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 PSALM XXXIX. Long Metre. 
 GOD acknowledged in our enjoyments* 
 
 1. T7«ATHER of light, we fing thy name, 
 JJ Who kindleft up the lamp of day ; 
 Wide as he fpreads his chearing flame 
 His beams thy pow'r and love difplay. 
 
 2. Fountain of good, from thee proceeds, 
 In plenteous drops the genial rain, 
 Which thro' the hills, and thro' the meads, 
 Revives the grafs, and fwells the grain. 
 
 3 . Thro' the wide world thy bounties fpread * 
 Yet numbers of our guilty race, 
 
 Tho' by thy daily bounty fed, 
 Affront thy law, and flight thy grace. 
 4* Not fo may our forgetful hearts 
 O'erlook the tokens of thy care ; 
 But what thy lib'ral hand impaits, 
 Still own in praife, ftill aik in pray'r. 
 
 5» So fhall our funs more grateful mine, 
 And fhow'rs in richer drops fi}all fall, 
 When all our hearts and lives are thine, 
 And thou our God ador'd in all. 
 
 PSALM XL. Common Metre, 
 The pecidlar goodnefs of GO D to the righteous. 
 i • "\\ TITH pleaiing wonder, Lord, we view 
 
 V V The bounties of thy grace -> 
 How much beilow'd, how much referv'd, 
 
 For thofe who feek thy face. 
 2. Thy lib'ral hand with worldly blifs 
 Oft makes their cup run o'er ; 
 
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 And in the cov'nant of thy love 
 They find diviner ftore. 
 
 3. Thy mercy hides their numerous fins, 
 And forms them for the Iky ; 
 
 It crowns their lives with preicnt joys, 
 And lifts their hopes on high. 
 
 4. For them rich treafures, yet unknown, 
 Are ftor'd in worlds to come ; 
 
 Peaceful and pleafant is their way, 
 And happy is their home, 
 
 5. What equal tribute can we pay ? 
 Or how fuch goodncfs own ? 
 
 But 'tis our joy, that, Lord, to thee 
 Thy fervants hearts are known. 
 
 6. Since time's too fhort, O gracious God, 
 To utter all thy praife, 
 
 Loud to the honour of thy name 
 Eternal hymns we'll raife. 
 
 PSALM XLI. Long Metre. 
 The ferfeftions and fr evidence of GO D. 
 I.^TTTITH all our pow'rs of heart and 
 \' y tongue, 
 
 We'll praife our Maker in our fong ; 
 Angels fhall hear the notes we raife. 
 Approve the fong, and join the praife. 
 
 :. Angels, who make his church their care, 
 Shall witnefs our devotion there ; 
 "While holy zeal directs our eyes, 
 To his fair temple in the ikies. 
 
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 3. We blefs our God, who reigns above, 
 Whofe thoughts are kind,whofe name is love; 
 Whofe bounty thro' creation flows, 
 
 And life and blifs on all bellows. 
 
 4. He built the earth, he fpread the fkyj 
 He fix'd the ftarry lights on high ; 
 He fills the fun with morning light, 
 And bids the moon direct the night. 
 
 5. His goodnefs crowns each op'ning day -> 
 His wifdom guides our doubtful way *, 
 He guards us by his pow'rful hand, 
 And brings us to his heav'nly land. 
 
 6.0 let our fouls with joy record 
 
 The truth and goodnefs of the Lord : 
 How great his works ! how kind his ways ! 
 Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praife. 
 
 PSALM XLII. Short Metre. 
 Spiritual and temporal mercies, 
 
 1. f~^\ Blefs the Lord, my foul! 
 \^J Let all within me join, 
 
 And aid my tongue to blefs his name. 
 Whofe favours are divine. 
 
 2. O blefs the Lord, my foul ! 
 Nor let his mercies lie 
 
 Forgotten in unthankfulnefs, 
 And without praifes die. 
 
 3. 'Tis he forgives my fins ; 
 'Tis he relieves my pain ; 
 
 Tis he who heals my ficknefles, 
 And makes me voung again. 
 
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 4. He crowns my life with love, 
 When ranfom'd from the graye ; 
 
 He, that redeem 'd my foul from hell, 
 Hath fov'rcign powr to fave. 
 
 5. He fills the poor with good ; 
 He gives the fuff'rers reft ; 
 
 The Lord hath judgments for the proud 
 And juftice for th' oppreft. 
 
 6. His wond'rous works and ways 
 He made by Mops known ; 
 
 But fent the world his truth and grace 
 By his beloved fon. 
 
 PSALM ESIII. Long Metre, 
 
 The holy fcriptures. 
 
 1 . 4T^\ OD, who in various methods told 
 \JT His mind and will to faints of old ? 
 Sent his own fon, with truth and grace, 
 To teach us in thefe latter days. 
 
 2 . Our nation reads his written word, 
 The book of life, the true record : 
 The bright inheritance of heay'n 
 Is by this fure conveyance giv'n. 
 
 3. God's kindeft thoughts are here exprefsYl. 
 Able to make us wife and blefs'd ; 
 
 The doctrines are divinely true, 
 Fit for reproof and comfort too. 
 
 4. O render thanks to God above, 
 
 For his rich grace and boundlefs love \ 
 Let all mankind receive his word, 
 And ev'ry nation praife the Loki>. 
 
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 PSALM XLIV, As the 1 1 3th Pfalm. 
 The knowledge of GOD. 
 
 1 . T ET all the earth their voices raife, 
 
 1 j To fing the choiceft pfalm of praife, 
 To ling and blefs Jehovah's name: 
 
 His glory let the heathens know, 
 
 His wonders to the nations mew, 
 And all his faving works proclaim. 
 
 2. The heathens know thy glory, Lord ; 
 The wond'ring nations read thy word - 7 
 
 In Britain is Jehovah know : 
 Our worfhip fhall no more be paid 
 To gods which mortal hands have made \ 
 
 Our Maker is our God alone. 
 
 3. He fram'd the globe, he built the fky, 
 He made the mining worlds on high, 
 
 And reigns complete in glory there : 
 His beams are majefty and light ; 
 His beauties how divinely bright ! 
 
 His temple how divinely fair ! 
 
 4. Come the great day, the glorious hour, 
 When earth mall know his faving pow'r, 
 
 And barb'rous nations fear his name \ 
 Then fhall the race of men confefs 
 The beauty of his holinefs, 
 
 And in* his courts his grace proclaim. 
 
 PSALM XLV. Common Metre. 
 The miflion of Christ. 
 
 I. O ING to the Lord, ye diftant lands, 
 £7 Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue \ 
 
 His 
 
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 His new difcover'd grace demands 
 A new and nobler fong. 
 
 2. Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, 
 God's own Almighty Son ; 
 
 His pow'r the finking world fuftains, 
 And grace furrounds his throne. 
 
 3. Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day ; 
 Joy thro' the earth be feen ; 
 
 Let cities mine in bright array, 
 And fields in chearful green, 
 
 4. Let an unufual joy furprife 
 The iflands of the fea ; 
 
 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 fliew the world his righteoufnefs, 
 And fend his truth abroad. 
 
 PSALM XLVI. Long Metre. 
 The love of GOD d if played by Christ, 
 
 1. l^TOW to the Lord a joyful fong ! 
 Xll Awake my foul, awake my tongue ; 
 Hofannah to th' eternal name, 
 
 And all his boundlefs love proclaim. 
 
 2. See where it fhines in Jesus' face, 
 The brighteft image of his grace ; 
 God in the perfon of his Son 
 Has all his nobleft works out-done. 
 
 3. The fpacioas earth, the fpreading flood, 
 Proclaim the wife and pow'rful God ; 
 
 And 
 
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 And thy rich glories from afar 
 Sparkle in ev'ry rolling ftar : 
 
 4. But in his looks a glory Hands, 
 The nobleft labour of thy hands ; 
 The pleaiing luftre of his eyes 
 Outfliines the wonders of the ikies. 
 
 5. Grace, 'tis a fweet, a charming theme ; 
 My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name: 
 Ye angels, dwell upon the found ; 
 
 Ye heav'ns*, reflect it to the ground. 
 
 PSALM XLVII. Short Metre. 
 The hops of pardon by Christ. 
 
 1. T) AISE your triumphant fongs 
 X\. To an immortal tune j 
 
 Let the wide earth refound the deeds 
 Celeftial grace hath done. 
 
 2 . Sing how eternal love 
 Its chief beloved chofe, 
 
 And bid him raiie our finful race 
 From their abyfs of woes. 
 
 3.'Twas mercy filPd the throne, 
 
 And wrath flood filent by ; 
 When Christ was fent with pardons down 
 
 To rebels doom'd to die. 
 
 4. Now finners dry your tears ; 
 Let hopelefs forrow ceafe, 
 
 Bow to the fceptre of his love, 
 And take the ofTer'd peace. 
 
 5. Lord, we obey the call ; 
 We lay an humble claim 
 
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 To the falvation thou haft brought, 
 And love and praife thy name. 
 
 PSALM XLVIII. Short Metre, 
 Divine affiftance. 
 
 1 . 'TPO God the only wife, 
 
 J[ Our Saviour and our King, 
 Let all the faints below the fkies 
 Their humble praifes bring. 
 
 2. 'Tis his Almighty love, 
 His counfel and his care, 
 
 Preferves us fafe from fin and death, 
 And ev'ry hurtful fnare. 
 
 3 . He will prefent our fouls 
 UnblemihVd and com pleat, 
 
 Before the glory of his face, 
 With joys divinely great. 
 
 4. Then all the pious race 
 Shall meet around his throne ; 
 
 Shall blefs the conducl of his grace, 
 
 And make his wonders known. 
 5. For to our Saviour God 
 
 Wifdom and pow'r belongs, 
 Immortal crowns of majeity, 
 
 And everlafting fongs. 
 
 PSALM XLIX. As the 1 1 3th Pfalm. 
 
 The hope of a refurreftion. 
 
 1 . npHINK, nighty God, on feeble man ; 
 J_ How few his hours ! how fhort his fpan! 
 Short from the cradle to the grave : 
 
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 Who can fecure his vital breath 
 Againft the bold demands of death, 
 With fkiil to fly, or pow'r to fave ? 
 
 2. Lord, fhall it be for ever faid, 
 " The race of man was only made 
 
 " For ficknefs, forrow, and the drift ? 
 " Are not thy fervants, day by day, 
 " Sent to their graves and turn'd to clay ? 
 
 " Lord, where's thy kindnefs to the juft ?" 
 
 3. But thou has promis'd to thy Son, 
 And all his feed, a heav'nly crown : 
 
 Why do we then indulge defpair f 
 For ever blefled be the Lord, 
 That we can read his holy word, 
 
 And find a refurrection there. 
 
 4. For everblefied be the Lord, 
 Who gives his faints a long reward, 
 
 For all their toil, reproach and pain : 
 Let all below, and all above, 
 Join to proclaim thy wond'rous love, 
 
 And each repeat the loud Amen, 
 
 PSALM L. Common Metre. 
 
 Hope of heaven by the refurredlion of Christ* 
 
 i.lT>Lefs'd be the everlafting God, 
 
 J3 The Father of our Lord j 
 Be his abounding mercy prais'd, 
 
 His majeily ador'd. 
 
 2. When from the dead he rais'd his Son, 
 And calPd him to the fky, 
 
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 He gave our fouls a lively hope, 
 That they fhould never die. 
 
 3. What tho' his uncontroul'd decree 
 Command us back to dull ; 
 
 Yet, as the Lord our Saviour rofe, 
 So all his folPwers muft. 
 
 4. There's an inheritance divine 
 Referv'd againft that day ; 
 
 5 Tis uncorrupted, undehTd, 
 And cannot fade away. 
 
 5. Saints by the pow'r of God are kept 
 'Till the falvation come ; 
 
 We walk by faith as flrangers here, 
 ' Till Ch r 1 s t mall call us home. 
 
 PSALM LI. Common Metre. 
 Hope of future happinefs. 
 
 1. A WAKE, ye faints, and raife your eyes 3 
 jfX And raife your voices high ; 
 
 AwaKe, and praife that wond'rous love, 
 Which mews falvation nigh. 
 
 2 . Swift on the wings of time it flies ; 
 Each moment brings it near ; 
 
 Then welcome each declining day ; 
 Welcome each doling year. 
 
 3. Not many years their round mail run, 
 Nor many mornings rife ; 
 
 Ere all its glories ft and reveal'd 
 To our admiring eyes. 
 
 4. Ye wheels of nature, fpread your courfe *, 
 Ye mortal pow'rs decay ; 
 
 Fail 
 
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 Fail as ye bring the night of death, 
 Ye bring eternal day. 
 
 PSALM LII. Common Metre. 
 
 Perfonal mercies thankfully acknowledged. 
 E. lltllEN all thy mercies, O my God- 
 
 \\ My riiing foul furveys ; 
 Tranfported with the view, Pm loft 
 
 In wonder, love, and praife. 
 1 . O how fhall words with equal warmth 
 
 The gratitude declare, 
 Which glows within my raviuYd heart ? 
 But thou canft read it there. 
 
 3. Thy providence my life fuflain'd, 
 And all my wants redrefs'd, 
 
 When in the filent womb I lay, 
 And hung upon the breaft. 
 
 4. To all my weak complaints and cries 
 Thy mercy lent an ear, 
 
 Before my feeble thoughts had learn'd 
 To form themfelves in pray'r. 
 
 5.Unnumber , d comforts on my foul 
 
 Thy tender care beftow'd, 
 Before my infant heart conceiv'd 
 
 From whence thofe comforts fiow'd. 
 
 6. When in the flipp'ry paths of youth 
 
 With heedlefs ftep I ran, 
 Thine arm unfeen convey'd me fafe, 
 
 And led me up to man. 
 
 ".Thro* hidden dangers, toils and deaths, 
 \t gently clear'd my way j 
 
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 And thro* the pleafing fnares of vice, 
 More to be fear'd tnan they, 
 
 8. When wo n with ficknefs, oft has thou 
 With health renewed my face ; 
 
 And, when in fins and foitows funk, 
 Reviv'd my foul with grace, 
 
 9. Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs 
 Has made my cup run o'er ; 
 
 And, in a kind and faithful friend, 
 
 Has doubled all my ftore. 
 I o. Ten thoufand thoufand precious gifts 
 
 My daily thanks employ ; 
 Nor is the leaft a chearful heart, 
 
 That taftes thofe gifts with joy. 
 1 1 . Thro' ev'ry period of my life, 
 
 Thy goodnefs I'll purfue ; 
 And, after death in diftant worlds, 
 
 The glorious theme renew. 
 I2 ? When nature fails, and day and night 
 
 Divide thy works no more, 
 My ever grateful heart, O Lord, ' 
 
 Thy mercy mail adore. 
 13. Thro' all eternity to thee 
 
 A joyful fong I'll raife ; 
 For oh ! eternity's too fhort 
 
 To utter all thy praife. 
 
 PSALM LIII. Common Metre. 
 Prefervation by fea. 
 1. T TOW are thy fervants bleft, O Lord ! 
 If How fare is their defence ! 
 **" Eternal 
 
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 Eternal' wifdom is their guide, 
 Their help omnipotence. 
 
 2. In foreign realms, and lands remote, 
 Supported by thy care, 
 
 Thro' burning climes I pafs'd unhurt, 
 
 And breath'd in tainted air. 
 g. Thy mercy fweeten'd ev'ry foil, 
 
 Made ev'ry region pleafe ; 
 The hoary frozen hills it warm'd, 
 
 And fmooth'd the boiflerous feas. 
 
 4. Think, O my foul, devoutly think, 
 How with affrighted eyes, 
 
 Thou faw'fl the wide extended deep 
 In ali its horrors rife. 
 
 5. Confufion dwelt in ev'ry face, 
 And fear in ev'ry heart ; 
 
 When waves on waves, and gulphs on gulphs, 
 O'ercame the pilot's art. 
 
 6. Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord, 
 Thy mercy fet me free ; 
 
 "While in the confidence of pray'r 
 My foul took hold on thee. 
 
 7. For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung 
 High on the broken wave ; 
 
 I knew thou wer't not flow to hear, 
 Nor impotent to fave. 
 
 3. The ftorm was laid, the winds retired, 
 Obedient to thy will ; 
 
 The fea, that roar'd at thy command, 
 At thy command was ftill. 
 
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 9. In midfl of dangers, fears, and deaths, 
 Thy goodnefs I'll adore ; 
 
 I'll praife thee for thy mercies paft, 
 And humbly hope for more. 
 
 10. My life, whilft thou preferv'ft my life, 
 Thy facrifice Ihall be ; 
 
 And death, when death mail be my doom, 
 Shall join my foul to thee. 
 
 PSALM LIV. Long Metre. 
 
 New Tear's-day. 
 
 1 . f^\ Reat God, we ling that mighty hand, 
 jj By which fupported ftill we ftand ; 
 The op'ning year thy mercy mows \ 
 
 Thy mercy crowns it till it clofe. 
 
 2. By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
 Still are we guarded by our God \ 
 By his incefiant bounty fed, 
 
 By his unerring counfel led. 
 
 3. With grateful hearts the paft we own \ 
 The future all to us unknown, 
 
 We to thy guardian care commit, 
 And peaceful leave before thy feet. 
 
 4. In fcenes exalted or deprefs'd, 
 
 Thou art our joy, and thou our reft ; 
 Thy goodnefs all our hopes fhail raife, 
 Ador'd thro' all our changing days. 
 
 5. When death fhall interrupt thefe fongs, 
 And feal in lilence mortal tongues, 
 Our helper, God, in whom we truft, 
 In better worlds our fouls Ihall boafl.. 
 
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 PSALM LV. Common Metre. 
 For the morning. 
 
 1 . O TILL do the wheels of time revolve, 
 |^ And bear this life along ! 
 
 Witii thanks I end the fleeting days, 
 And hail them with a fong. 
 
 2. Lc rd, what is man when loft in {Jeep ? 
 Senfe and reflection dies : 
 
 And yet from this defcncelefs ftate 
 With new delight I rife. 
 
 3. But not derencelefs, O my foul ! 
 
 Obferve that guardian hand, 
 Which plac'd thofe watchful angels there, 
 
 1 here fet the heav'nly band. 
 
 4. And does the king of O lory wake 
 To guard my fleeping head ? 
 
 And mining Seraphs pitch their tent 
 So near a mortal's bed ? 
 
 5. Great God of hofts, accept the fong; 
 I own the wond'rous grace : 
 
 O may the guardian of my nights 
 
 Delight to blefs my days. 
 6.'Tis theirs alone fuch blifs to know, 
 
 Who do their father's will ; 
 Refolve, my foul, and fin fubdu'd, 
 
 Defy each mortal ill. 
 7. This day fhail ev'ry hour correct 
 
 The follies of the paft ; 
 And fuch fhail all its actions be, 
 
 As would adorn the laft. 
 
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 PSALM LVI. Common Metre. 
 For the evening. 
 
 1. QTAY, ftay, my lab'ring pow'rs, awake, 
 i3 To praife a while your God ; 
 
 The God who rales the lightfome day. 
 And fpreads thefe fhades abroad. 
 
 2. The hand which fills my daily cup, 
 And gives me daily bread, 
 
 Preferves my ev'ning comforts too, 
 And makes my nightly bed. 
 
 3.Paft, O my foul, for ever paft 
 
 Is an important day ; 
 Its forrows and its joys are gone, 
 
 The ferious and the gay. 
 
 4. And life itfeif, that chequer'd fcene, 
 Dies with the morning fiow'r ; 
 
 Each fcheme dhTolv"d, and ev'ry thought 
 Shall perifh in an hour. 
 
 5. This night perhaps the hand of death 
 May match my foul away ; 
 
 And fend it to the lhades of woe, 
 Or to eternal day. 
 
 6. My foul, or meditate the dread, 
 Or oh ! indulge the joy ; 
 
 And let the praiie of love divine 
 The fweeteft thoughts employ. 
 
 7. 'Tis this which chears my midnight hours, 
 And diili pates the gloom ; 
 
 Adds a freih luftre ts the light, 
 And glory to the tomb. 
 
 8. Thus, 
 
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 8. Thus, while I feel my heav'n-born foul 
 
 To its own manfions foar, 
 Fearlefs, I give mine eyes to fleep, 
 
 Tho' I ihould wake no more. 
 
 PSALM LVII. Long Metre. 
 
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 tional deliverance* 
 
 1. QALVATION doth to God belong : 
 
 ^3 His pow'r and grace fhall be our fong ; 
 His hand hath dealt a dreaaiul blow, 
 And terror (hikes the haughty foe. 
 
 2. Praifc to the Loud who bows his ear 
 Propitious to our humble pray'r ; 
 And, tho' deliv'rance long delay, 
 Anfwers in his well-chofen day. 
 
 : . O may thy grace our land engage, 
 . d from fierce tyrannic rage, 
 , of its praife to bring 
 To chee our faviour -and our king. 
 
 ^. Oi les, guarded from the flame, 
 
 Sh ) thy triumphant name ; 
 
 id ^ peaceful private home 
 
 To thee a tern II become. 
 
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 Vrclcry c~:er public enemies. 
 
 1. 1~ itijb tongue Ihall join to fing. 
 
 Lord maintains his throne ;" 
 heart ihall own its ki 
 ke his glories known, 
 
 2. At his con tyrannic pi 
 
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 On awful clouds, behold him ride, 
 And thunder thro' the world. 
 
 3. He reigns upon th' eternal hills, 
 Diftributes mortal crowns ; 
 
 Empires are fix'd beneath his fmiles, 
 And totter at his frowns. 
 
 4. Navies, that rule the ocean wide, 
 Are vanquifh'd by his breath ; 
 
 And legions, arm'd with pow'r and pride, 
 Defcend to wat'ry death. 
 
 5. Let tyrants make no more pretence 
 T' inflave our happy land ; 
 
 Jehovah's name is our defence, 
 Our buckler is his hand. 
 
 6. Long may the king, our fov'reign, live 
 To rule rs by his word \ 
 
 And all the honours he can give 
 Be ofTer'd to the Lord. 
 
 PSALM LIX. Common Metre. 
 Fifth of November, 
 U QHOUT to the Lord, and let our joy 3 
 
 ■•3 Thro' the whole nation run ; 
 Ye Britifh fkies refound the noife 
 Beyond the riling fun. 
 
 2. Thee, mighty God, our fouls admire, 
 Thee our glad voices fing ; 
 
 And join with the celeftial choir 
 To praife th' eternal king. 
 
 3. Thy pow'r the whole creation rules, 
 And, from the Harry Ikies, 
 
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 Looks down and (corns the weak defigns, 
 Thine envious foes devife. 
 
 4. Thy hand defies their feeble rage, 
 And, at thine awful frown, 
 
 Their deep-laid plots are render'd Tain 
 Their Babel is o'er thrown. 
 
 5. Their fecret fires in caverns lay; 
 Our land the facrifice ; 
 
 But gloomy caverns {trove in vain 
 To 'fcape all-fearching eyes. 
 
 6. Their dark defigns were all reveal'd ; 
 Their treafons all betray'd ; 
 
 Praife to the Lord, who broke the fnare 
 Their cruel hands had laid. 
 
 PSALM LX. Common Metre. 
 The blejfings of civil government. 
 i. Y? TERNAL fov'reign of the Iky, 
 
 JT j And Lord of all below, 
 We mortals to thy majefly 
 Our firft obedience owe, 
 
 2. Our fouls adore thy throne fupreme, 
 And blefs thy providence, 
 
 For magiftrates of meaner name, 
 Our glory and defence. 
 
 3. Kingdoms on firm foundations ftand, 
 While virtue finds reward, 
 
 And finners perifh from the land, 
 By juftice and the fword. 
 
 4. Where laws and liberties combine, 
 To make a people bleft, 
 
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 There crowns with brighteft luftre ihine, 
 
 And kings are honour'd belt.. 
 5. Let Ctefar's due be ever paid 
 
 j o C<zjar and his throne ; 
 But Coniciences and fouls were made 
 
 To be the Lord's alone. 
 
 PSALM LXI. As the 1 1 3th Pfalm, 
 
 A general national thank/giving, 
 
 1. PAY, mould we fearch the globe around. 
 v3 Where can fuch happinefs be found, 
 As dwells in Britain's favour'd ifle ? 
 
 Here plenty reigns ; here freedom Iheds 
 Her choiceft bleilings on our heads, 
 
 And bids our bleaked mountains fmilc. 
 
 2. Here commerce Spreads the wealthy ftore, 
 Which comes from ev'ry foreign fhore ; 
 
 vScience and art their charms difplay ; 
 Religion teaches us to raife 
 Our voices in our Maker's praife, 
 
 As truth and confcicnce point the wa , 
 
 3. Thefe are thy gifts, almighty king! 
 From thee our matcnlefs Meffings fpring ; 
 
 Th' extended trade, the fruitful iki. 
 The raptures liberty bet tows, 
 Th' eternal joys the gofpel ihows. 
 
 AH from thy boundlds.goodnefs rife. 
 
 4. With grateful hearts, with chearful 
 
 To God we raife united fongs ; 
 His pow'r and mercy wc proclaim ; 
 
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 jBritonf, thro' ev'ry age, fhall own, 
 Jehovah here hath fix'd his throne, 
 
 And triumph in his mighty name. 
 5. Long as the moon her courie mall run. 
 Or man behold the circling fun, 
 
 O frill may God in Britain reign ; 
 Still crown her counfels with fuccefs, 
 With peace and joy her borders blefs, 
 
 And all her facred rights maintain. 
 
 PSALM LXII. Common Metre. 
 Praif? to GOD from mem 
 
 1. f~^i R,EAT is the Lord ; his works of mi 
 %jy Demand our nobleft fongs ; 
 
 Let his ailembled faints unite 
 Their harmony of tongues. 
 
 2. Great is the mercy of the Lord ; 
 He gives his c ren food; 
 
 And, ever mindful of his word, 
 He makes his promife good. 
 
 3. His Son the great Redeemer, came 
 To feal his covenant lure ; 
 
 Holy and rev'rend is his name, 
 His ways arejuft and pure. 
 
 4. Then let our inward joys ariie, 
 And burft into a fong ; 
 
 Let the bleft theme, which fills the ikies, 
 Employ each human tongue. 
 
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 PSALM LXIII. Short Metre. 
 Praife to GO D from angels, 
 l. r ¥ n HE Lord, the fov'reign King, 
 
 JL Hath fix'd his throne on high ; 
 O'er all the heav'nly world he rules, 
 And all beneath the Iky.. 
 
 2. Ye angels, great in might, 
 And fwift to do his will ; 
 
 Blefs ye the Lord, whofe voice yfc hear, 
 Whofe pleafure ye fulfil, 
 
 3. Let the bright hofts who wait 
 The orders of their King, 
 
 And guard his fervants when they pray, 
 Join in the praife they fmg. 
 
 4. While all his wond'rous works, 
 Thro 5 his vail kingdom, mew 
 
 Their Maker's glory ; thou, my foul, 
 Shalt iing his praifes too. 
 
 PSALM LXIV. Long Metre. 
 - Fralfe to GOD on the LORD's day. 
 
 1. QWEET is the work, my God, my King, 
 l3 To praife thy name, give thanks, andfingj 
 To mew thy love by morning light, 
 
 And talk of all thy truth at night. 
 
 2. Sweet is the day of facred reft ,; 
 
 No mortal cares mall feize my breaft , 
 My nobleft pow'rs mail join to raife 
 A tribute of exalted praife. 
 
 3. My heart fhall triumph in the Lord, 
 And blefs his works, and blefs his word ; 
 
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 His works of grace, how bright they fliine ! 
 How deep his counfels ! how divine! 
 
 PSALM LXV. Common Metre. 
 
 Praife to GO D in his houfe. 
 
 i. TN God's own houfe pronounce his praife, 
 
 His grace he there reveals ; 
 To heav'n your joy and wonder raife, 
 For there his glory dwells. 
 
 2 . Let all your facred paffions move, 
 While you rehearfe his deeds ; 
 
 But the great work of faving love 
 Your higheft praife exceeds. 
 
 3. All that have motion, life and breath, 
 Proclaim your Maker bleft ; 
 
 Yet, when my voice expires in death, 
 My foul mall praife him bell. 
 
 PSALM LXVI. Common Metre. 
 Univerfal and fine ere praife to GOD. 
 
 1 . /^\ For a fhout of facred joy 
 \^J To God the fov'reign King ; 
 
 Let ev'ry land their tongues employ, 
 And hymns of triumph fing. 
 
 2. While angels join to found his praife, 
 Let mortals learn their ilrains ; 
 
 Let all the earth his honours raife \ 
 O'er all the earth he reigns. 
 
 3. Rehearfe his praife with awe profound -> 
 Let knowledge lead the fong \ 
 
 Nor mock him with a folemn found, 
 Upon a though tlefs tongue. 
 
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 PSALM LXVIL Long Metre. 
 
 Pralfe to GOD thro' the whole of our exlfter.ee. 
 
 i. £^\ OD of my life, thro' all its days 
 
 xJF My grateful pow'rs iliail found thy praife 5 
 The fong fhall wake with op'ning light, 
 And chear the dark and filent night. 
 
 2. When anxious cares would break my refl, 
 And griefs would tear my throbbing bread, 
 Thy tuneful praifes, rais'd on high, 
 
 Shall check the murmur and the %h. 
 
 3. When death o'er nature fhall prevail* 
 And all its pow'rs of language 1 
 
 Joy thro' my fwimmihg eyes fhall break, 
 And mean the thanks I cannot f 
 
 4. But oh ! when that laft conflict's o'er. 
 And I am chain'd to earth no more, 
 With what glad accents fhall T r 
 
 To join the mufic of the fides ! 
 
 5. Soon fhall I learn the exalted ftrains, 
 Which echo thro' the heav'nly plai] 
 
 . And emulate, with joy unknmvrL, 
 The nobler fpirits round thy throne. 
 
 6. The chearful tribute will 1 oive, 
 Long as a dea thief's foul can iive ; 
 A work fo fweet, a theme fo high, 
 Demands and crowns eternity. 
 
 PSALM LXVIII. Long Metre. 
 A general atl of praije. 
 *E nations round the earth, r< 
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 Serve him with chearful heart and voice } 
 With all your tongues his glory fing. 
 
 2. Attend before his lofty throne, 
 With folemn fear, with facred joy ; 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, 
 He can create and he deftroy* 
 
 3 -His fov'reign pow'r, without our aid, 
 
 Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; 
 
 And, when like wand'ring fheep, we ftray'd, 
 
 He brought us to his fold again • 
 4» We are his people, we his care, 
 
 Our fouls, and all our mortal frame ; 
 
 What lafting honours mall we rear, 
 
 Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 
 5* We'll crowd thy gates with thankful fongs * 7 
 
 High as the heav'ns our voices raife ; 
 
 And earth, with her ten thoufand tongues. 
 
 Shall fill thy courts with founding praife. 
 
 6. Wide as the world is thy command ; 
 Vail Is eternity thy love j 
 Firm as a rock thy truth will ftand, 
 When roiling years fhall ceafe to move*. 
 
 PSALM LXIX. Long Metre. 
 Our fraifes not profitable to GOD* 
 
 1. ^l^E weak inhabitants of clay, 
 
 jL Ye fhort liv'd creatures of a day, 
 Low in your native duft bow down, 
 Before th' Eternal's awful throne. 
 
 2 . With heart devout, with folemn eye, 
 Behold Jehovah feated high j 
 
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 And fearch, what worthy facrifice 
 
 Your hands can give, your thoughts devife. 
 
 3. Loud let ten thoufand voices found, 
 And call remoteft nations round ; 
 Affemble, on the crowded plains, 
 Princes and people, kings and fwains : 
 
 4. Join'd with the living, let the dead 
 Riling the face of earth o'erfpread ; 
 And, while his praife unites their tongues, 
 Let angels echo back the fongs : 
 
 5. The drop, which from the bucket falls, 
 The dull, which hangs upon the fcales, 
 Is more to Iky, and earth, and fea, 
 Than all this pomp, O God, to thee. 
 
 PSALM LXX. Long Metre. 
 GOD exalted above all praife* 
 
 1 '• XT 1 Vernal pow'r ! whofe high abode 
 jQj Becomes the grandeur of a God ; 
 Infinite length beyond the bounds, 
 "Where flars revolve their little rounds : 
 
 2 . Earth from afar has heard thy fame ; 
 
 Our tongues have learn'd to. lifp thy name : 
 But oh ! the glories of thy mind 
 Leave all our foaring thoughts behind. 
 
 g. God is in heav'n, and men below : 
 Short be our tunes, our words be few : 
 A facred Rev'rence checks our fongs, 
 And praife fits filent on our tongues. 
 
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 2. Such was thy truth, and fuch thy zeal, 
 Such def 'rence to thy Father's will, 
 Such love, and meeknefs fo divine, 
 
 I would tranfcribe and make them mine, 
 g . Cold mountains and the midnight air, 
 
 Witnefs'd the fervour of thy pray'r j 
 
 The defert thy temptations knew, 
 
 Thy conflict and thy vict'ry too. 
 4. Be thou my pattern ; let me bear 
 
 More of thy lovely image here ; 
 
 Then God, the judge, mall own my name 
 
 Among the foll'wers of the lamb. 
 
 PSALM yi. Common Metre. 
 
 Christ'/ death, viflory, and dominion* 
 
 I. T Sing my Saviour's wond'rous death \ 
 
 He conquer'd when he fell ; 
 " 'Tis finifh'd," fa^d his dying breath, 
 And fhook the gates of hell. 
 
 2." 'Tis f.nifh'd," our Emmanuel cries, 
 " Th' important work is done :" 
 
 Hence ihall his fov'reign throne arife, 
 His kingdom is begun. 
 
 3 . His crofs a fure foundation laid 
 For glory and renown ; 
 
 When thro' the regions of the dead, 
 He pafs'd to reach the crown. 
 
 4. Exalted at his Father's fide 
 Sits our victorious Lord ; 
 
 To heav'n and hell his hands divide 
 The vengeance or reward. 
 
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 5. The faints, from his propitious eye, 
 
 Await their fev'ral crowns ; 
 And all the fons of darknefs fly 
 
 The terror of his frowns* 
 
 PSALM VII. Common Metre. 
 Praife to Christ the Lamb of GO D. 
 l. #^OME, let us join our ehearful fongs 
 
 \^l With angels round the throne ; 
 Ten thoufand thoufand are their tongues, 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 2." Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they cry, 
 
 " To be exalted thus :" 
 
 " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, 
 
 For he was flain for us. 
 3. Jesu 9 is worthy to receive 
 
 Honour and pow'r divine ; 
 And bleffings more than we can give 
 
 Be, Lord, for ever thine. 
 
 4. Let all that dwell above the Iky, 
 And air, and earth, and feas, 
 
 Confpire to raife thy glories high, 
 And fpeak thy endlefs praife : 
 
 5. The whole creation join in one, 
 To blefs the facred name 
 
 Of him that fits upon the throne, 
 And to adore the Lamb. 
 
 PSALM VIII. Common Metre. 
 The refurreftion of Christ. 
 
 1." T SET the Lord before my face, 
 X "He bears my courage up \ 
 
 « My 
 
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 cc My heart and tongue their joys exprefs j" 
 My fiefli (hall reft in hope. 
 
 2." My fpirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave 
 
 " Where fouls departed are ; 
 " Nor give 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 pleafures give, 
 
 " Thy prefence joys unknown." 
 
 4. Thus, in the name of Christ the Lord, 
 The holy David fung ; 
 
 And providence fulfuTd the word 
 Of his prophetic tongue* 
 
 5. In the cold prifon of the grave, 
 Our great Redeemer lay, 
 
 5 Till the revolving fkies had brought 
 
 The third, th' appointed day. 
 6* Then he deflroy'd the pow'rs of death, 
 
 And vanquifh'd all his foes ; 
 Ye faints, remember and rejoice, 
 
 For then the Saviour rofe. 
 
 P S A L M IX. As. the 148th Pfalm. 
 Christ fieri of ange/s. 
 1 . /^\ Ye immortal throng 
 
 \_/ Of angels round the throne, 
 Join with our feeble fong 
 To make the Saviour known : 
 On earth ye knew 
 His yvond'rous grace : 
 Kis glorious face 
 In heav'n ve view. 
 
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 2 . Ye faw the heav'n-born child, 
 In human flefh array'd, 
 Benevolent and mild, 
 While in the manger laid ; 
 
 And praife to God, 
 And peace on earth, 
 For fuch a birth, 
 Proclaim'd aloud. 
 
 3. His agonizing pains, 
 
 And bloody fweat, ye knew, 
 And, from your blifsful plans, 
 With eager hafte ye flew : 
 
 Ye faw his grief; 
 
 And from above, 
 
 On wings of love, 
 
 Brought him relief. 
 
 4. Around his facred tomb, 
 A willing watch ye keep ; 
 'Till the bleif. moment come, 
 To rouze him from his fleep : 
 
 Then rolPd the ftone, 
 And all ador'd 
 Your riling Lord, 
 With joy unknown. 
 
 5. When all array'd in light 
 The mining conqu'ror rode, 
 Ye hail'd his rapt'rous flight 
 Up to the throne of God ; 
 
 And wav'd around 
 Your golden wings ; 
 And ftruck your firings 
 Of fweqtefi. found. 
 
 6. The 
 
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 6. The joyful notes purfue, 
 And louder anthems raife ; 
 While mortals fing with you 
 Their own Redeemer's praife : 
 
 And thou, my heart, 
 
 With equal flame. 
 
 And joy the fame, 
 
 Perform thy part. 
 
 PSALM X. Long Metre. 
 The mijjion of the Holy Spirit. 
 
 1 . /^1 RE AT was the day, the joy was great, 
 VJF When Christ's belov'd difciples met ; 
 Whilft on their heads the Spirit came, 
 And fat like tongues of cloven flame. 
 
 2. What gifts, what miracles he gave ! 
 And pow'r to kill, and pow'r to fave ! 
 Furnifh'd their tongueswithwond'rous words, 
 Inftead of ihields, and fpears, and fwords. 
 
 3. Thus arm'd he fent the champions forth, 
 From eaft to weft, from fouth to north : 
 u Go and aflert your Saviour's caufe j 
 " Go fpread the myftery of the crofs." 
 
 4. Nations, the learned and the rude, 
 Are by thefe heav'nly arms fubdu'd ; 
 While Satan rages at his lofs, 
 
 And hates the doctrine of the crofs. 
 
 5. Great King of grace! my heart fubdue $ 
 I would be led in triumph too, 
 
 A willing captive to my Lord, 
 And fing the vict'ries of his word. 
 
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 PSALM XL Common Metre, 
 The inter cejjion and companion of Christ, 
 i. "^"TTITH Joy we meditate the grace 
 
 VV Of our high prieft above ; 
 His heart is made of tendernefs, 
 His breaft o'erflows with love. 
 
 2. Touch'd with a fympathy within, 
 He knows our feeble frame ; 
 
 He knows what ftrong temptations mean, 
 For he has felt the fame. 
 
 3. But fpotlefs, innocent, and pure, 
 The great Redeemer flood, 
 
 While Satan 3 fiery darts he bore, 
 And did refill to blood. 
 
 4. He, in the days of feeble flefh, 
 Pour'd out his cries and tears ; 
 
 And, in his meafure, feels afrefh 
 What ev'ry member bears. 
 
 5. Then let our humble faith addrefs 
 His mercy and his pow'r ; 
 
 We mail obtain deliv'ring grace, 
 In the diftrefsful hour. 
 
 PSALM XII. Common Metre, 
 The offices of Christ. 
 
 1. "XTTTE blefs the prophet of the Lord, 
 
 \y Who comes with truth and grace) 
 Jesus, thy fpirit and thy word 
 Shall guide us in thy ways. 
 
 2. We rev'rence our high prieft abov 
 Who offer d up his blood 5 
 
 Who 
 
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 Who lives to carry on his lore, 
 And intercedes with God. 
 
 3 . We honour our exalted King ; 
 How wife are his commands I 
 
 He guards our fouls from hell and fin, 
 By his almighty hands. 
 
 4. Hofannah to his glorious name, 
 Who faves by different ways ; 
 
 His mercies lay a fov'reign claim 
 To our immortal praiie. 
 
 PSALM XIII. Long Metre. 
 The excellence of the chrijTian 
 
 1 . "I ET everlafting glories crown 
 
 Ml 4 Thy head, my Saviour, and my Lord! 
 Thy hands have brought lalvation down, 
 And writ the bleffings in thy word. 
 
 2 . How well thy blefled truths agree ! 
 How wife and holy thy commands ! 
 Thy promifes, how firm they be ! 
 How firm our hope and comfort Hands ! 
 
 3. What if we trace the globe around, 
 And fearch from Britain to Japan ; 
 There ihail be no religion found, 
 So jufl to God, fo fafe for man. 
 
 4. Not the feign'd fields of heath'niih bliis 
 Could raife fuch pleafures in the mind ; 
 Nor does the Turkijb paradife 
 Pretend to joys fo well refin'd. 
 
 5. Should all the forms, which men devife, 
 Affault my faith with treacherous art, 
 
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 Fd call them vanity and lies, 
 And bind the gofpel to my heart. 
 
 PSALM XIV. Long Metre. 
 
 The excellence and fuccefs of the gofpel* 
 
 1. ^|^HE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord, 
 
 I In ev'ry ftar thy wifdom mines ; 
 But when our eyes behold thy word, 
 We read thy name in fairer lines. 
 
 2. The rolling fun, the changing light, 
 And night and day, thy pow'r confefs ; 
 But the bleft volume thou haft writ. 
 Reveals thy juftice and thy grace. 
 
 3. Sun, moon, and ftars convey thy praife, 
 Round the whole earth, and never ftand ; 
 So, when thy truth begun its race, 
 
 It darted light on evry land. 
 
 4. Nor mall thy fpreading gofpel reft, 
 
 'Till through the world thy truth has run ; 
 'Till Chrift hath all the nations blefs'd, 
 'Which fee the light or feel the fun, 
 
 5. Great fun of righteoufnefs, arife, 
 
 Blefs the dark world with heav'nly light y 
 Thy gofpel makes the fimple wife ; 
 Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 
 
 P S A L M XV. Short Metre. 
 The happinefs of chriftians* 
 1. X TOW welcome is their voice, 
 
 Who fpeak the Saviour's name, 
 Who bring falvation on their tongues? 
 And terms of peace proclaim ! 
 
 2 .How 
 
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 2 . How grateful is the found ! 
 How good the tidings are ! 
 
 The church beholds her Saviour King ; 
 He reigns and triumphs here. 
 
 3 . How happy are our ears, 
 That hear this joyful found, 
 
 Which kings and prophets waited for, 
 And fought, but never found ! 
 
 4. How bleffed are our eyes, 
 
 W hich fee this heav'nly light ! 
 Prophets and kings deuVd it long, 
 But dy'd without the fight. 
 
 5. Chriftians unite their voice, 
 And chearful notes employ; 
 
 Their Saviour's praife infpires their fongs, 
 And heathens learn the joy. 
 
 6. The Lord difplays his grace, 
 Thro' all the earth abroad 5 
 
 Let ev'ry nation now behold 
 Their Saviour and their God. 
 
 PSALM XVI. Common Metre. 
 Children devoted to GO D in baptifm. 
 1. npHUS faith the mercy of the Lord, 
 
 X " £8 be a God to thee ; 
 " I'll blefs thy num'rous race, and they 
 
 " Shall be a feed for me." 
 2*Abra'm believ'd the promis'd grace, 
 
 And gave his fons to God ; 
 But water feals the bleffing now, 
 That once was feaPd with blood. 
 
 3, Thus 
 
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 3 . Thus Lydia fancfcify'd her houfe^ 
 When ihe receiv'd the word ; 
 
 Thus the believing jailor gave 
 His houihold to the Lord. 
 
 4. Thus later faints, Eternal King, 
 Thine ancient truth embrace ; 
 
 To thee their infant off-fpring bring, 
 And humbly claim the grace. 
 
 PSALM XVII. Short Metre, 
 The- communion. 
 
 1. TESUS invites his faints 
 
 J To meet around his board ; 
 Here pardon'd finners fit and hold 
 Communion with their Lord. 
 
 2. Here we furvey that love, 
 Which fpoke in ev'ry breath. 
 
 Which crown' d each action of his life, 
 And triumph 'd in his death. 
 
 3. Here let our pow'rs unite, 
 His glorious name to raife, 
 
 Pleafure and joy nil ev'ry mind, 
 And ev'ry tongue be praife. 
 
 4. And while he fliares the gifts, 
 His gracious hands bellow, 
 
 Let ev'ry heart, in friendmip johVd, 
 With kind affections glow. 
 
 5. Let love infpire each breaft, 
 - And dictate ev'ry thought ; 
 
 Be angry paflions far remov'd, 
 And felfilh views forgot. 
 
 6. Our fouls, dilated wide 
 
 By our Redeemer's grace, Shall 
 
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 Shall in the arms of fervent love. 
 All heav'n and earth embrace. 
 
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 PSALM XVIII. Long Metre. 
 Remembrance of Christ. 
 AT,drink,in mem'ry of your friend;" 
 Such was our Saviour's laft requeft, 
 Who all the pangs of death endur'd, 
 That we might live for ever blefl. 
 2 . Yes, we'll record thy matchlefs love, 
 Thou deareft, tend'reft, befl of friends ; 
 Thy dying love the noblefl praife 
 Of long eternity tranfcends. 
 3 . ' Tis pleafure more than earth can give, 
 Thy goodnefs thro' thefe veils to fee ; 
 Thy table food celeflial yields, 
 And happy they who fit with thee. 
 
 4. But O what vail tranfporting joys, 
 Shall fill our breafls, our tongues infpire, 
 When, join'd with the celeftial train, 
 Our grateful fouls thy love admire ! 
 
 5. When thefe vile bodies, all-refin'd, 
 Perfect and glorious as thine own, 
 Unwearied mall our minds obey, 
 And join to make thy favours known ! 
 
 P S A L M XIX. Common Metre. 
 The new covenant fealed. 
 T '" r 1 ."'HE promife of my father's love 
 " Shall '{land for ever good 5" 
 Chriil faid, and gave his foul to death. 
 And feal'd the grace with blood. 
 
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 2 . TSien, to the cov'nant of thy word, 
 I'll fet my worthlefs name ; 
 
 I feal th' engagement to my Lord, 
 And make my humble claim. 
 
 3 . Thy light, and ftrength, and pard'ning grace, 
 And glory, fhall be mine ; 
 
 My life, and foul, and all my pow'rs, 
 Shall be for ever thine. 
 
 PSALM XX. Long Metre. 
 
 The memorial of our abfent Lord. 
 i. TESUS is gone above the ikies, 
 
 J Where our weak fenfes reach him not ; 
 
 And carnal objects court our eyes, 
 
 And thruft our Saviour from our thought. 
 2 . He knows what wand'ring hearts we have, 
 
 Apt to forget his wond'rous grace ; 
 
 And therefore thefe memorials gave, 
 
 5 1 ill we afcend to fee his face. 
 2 . The Lord of life this table fpread, 
 
 In. mem'ry of his death and love ; 
 
 \\ e on the rich proviiion feed, 
 
 And gain a tafte of joys above. 
 T . While he is abfent from our fight, 
 
 'Tis to prepare our fouls a place ; 
 
 That we may dwell in heav'nly light, 
 
 And live for ever near his face. 
 
 PSALM XXI. Long Metre. 
 Glorying In the crofs of Christ. 
 jr., A T thy command, O gracious Lord, 
 JTjL Here we attend thy dying f eaft j 
 
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 The bread thy broken body mows, 
 The wine thy blood fhed for each gueft. 
 
 2. Our fouls adore thy matchlefs love, 
 And truft for life in one who dy'd ; 
 We hope for heav'nly crowns above, 
 From a Redeemer crucify'd, 
 
 3. Let the vain world pronounce it fhame, 
 And caft their fcandals on his caufe ; 
 We meet to blefs our Saviour's name, 
 And fpread the triumphs of his crofs. 
 
 4. With joy we tell the fcoffing age, 
 He that was dead hath left his tomb j 
 He lives above their utmoft rage, 
 And we are waiting till he come. 
 
 PSAL M XXII. Long Metre. 
 The chriftian s character and profpecls. 
 
 1 . O O let our lips and lives exprefs 
 £) The holy gofpel we profefs ; 
 So let our works and virtues mine j 
 To prove the doctrine all- divine 
 
 2 . Then mall we beft proclaim abroad 
 The honours of our Saviour God ; 
 When the falvation reigns within, 
 And grace fubdues the pow'r of fin. 
 
 3 . Our flefh and fenfe mull be deny'd, 
 Paffion and envy, lull and pride ; 
 
 While juflice, temperance, truth and love, 
 Our inward piety approve. 
 
 4. Religion bears our fpirits up, 
 While we expect that blefled hope, 
 The bright appearance of our Lord, 
 And faith ftands leaning on his word. 
 
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 PSALM XXIIL Common Metre, 
 Virtue the four ce of peace. 
 i. TT'Orfake, my foul, the tents of fin ; 
 
 JL How falfe her joys appear ! 
 Noiie and confuiion dwell within j 
 Peace is a ftranger there. 
 
 2. Peace never fix'd her facred throne, 
 So near the gates of hell ; 
 
 She reigns in pious breafts alone, 
 "Where heav'nly virtues dwell. 
 
 3. The men who keep the laws of God, 
 His choiceft bleilings mare j 
 
 Or, if he lift his chaining rod, 
 'Tis with a Father's care. 
 
 4. His mighty pow'r mail guard the juft ° 9 
 His wifdom point their way ; 
 
 His eye mall watch their fleeping dull 5 
 His hand revive their clay. 
 
 _<. Begin, ye faints, the joyful talk ; 
 
 His praife employ your tongue $ 
 And foon eternity will afk 
 
 A more exalted fong. 
 
 PSALM XXIV. Long Metre. 
 
 The pleafures of a good confcience. 
 
 1. T ORD 5 how fecure and bleft are they, 
 t a Whofe hands and hearts are pure from 
 
 fm! 
 Should tempefis make the earth and fea, 
 Their minds have heav'n and peace within. 
 
 2. The 
 
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 2. The day glides fweetly o'er their heads, 
 IMade up of innocence and love ; 
 
 And foft and filent as the ihades, 
 Their nightly minutes gently move. 
 
 3 . Quick, as their thoughts, their joys come on, 
 But fly not half fo fail away ; 
 
 Their fouls are ever bright, as noon, 
 And calm, as rummer ev'nings be. 
 
 4. How oft they look to th' heav'nly hills, 
 Where groves of living pleafure grow ! 
 And pleafing hopes, and chearful imiles, 
 Sit undifturb'd upon their brow. 
 
 5. They fcorn to pine for golden toys ; 
 But fpend the day, and mare the night, 
 In numb'ring o'er diviner joys, 
 Which heav'n prepares for their delight. 
 
 PSALM XXV. Long Metre. 
 A good confcience the beft fupport under affliftions. 
 
 1 . \\ TKILE fome in folly's pl^-Tnv^ «~U , 
 YY Andfeek the joys which hurt the foul ; 
 Be mine, that filent calm repaft, 
 A peaceful confcience to the laft : 
 
 2. That tree, which bears immortal fruit, 
 Without a canker at the root ; 
 That friend, who never fails the juft, 
 When other friends defert their truft. 
 
 3. With this companion in the made, 
 My foul no more mail be difmay'd ; 
 I will defy the midnight gloom, 
 And the pale monarch of the tomb. 
 
 4. Tho' 
 
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 4. 'Tho' heav'n amicl: I'll not repine ; 
 The nobleft comforts ftill are mine ; 
 Comforts which mall o'er death prevail, 
 And journey with me thro* the vale. 
 
 5. Amidft the various fcene of ills, 
 
 Each ftroke feme kind defign fulfils ; 
 
 And mall I murmur at my God, 
 When fov'reign love directs the rod ? 
 
 6. His hand will fmooth my rugged way, 
 And lead me to the realms of day ; 
 To milder ikies, and brighter plains, 
 Where everlafting pleafure reigns. 
 
 PSALM XXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 The duties of piety* 
 
 1 . "Rk yT Y foul, before thy Maker bow ; 
 1/ J His wond'rous works admire, 
 Till rev'rence and religious awe, 
 Thine inmoft thoughts infpire. 
 
 1 . With humble truft difmifs thy cares. 
 
 And on his love depend ; 
 Leave him to manage thine afFairs, 
 
 To him thyfelf commend. 
 
 3?Lst high efteem affection raife ; 
 
 Devotion warm thy breaft ; 
 Let thankful love excite thy praife ; 
 
 In him alone be blcii. 
 4. To him thy folemn homage pay ; 
 
 His conftant aid implore ; 
 Give thanks for mercies ev'ry day, 
 
 And thus prepare for more. 
 
 5. Without 
 
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 5. Without referve to him fubmit j 
 
 All his commands fulfil ; 
 Acknowledge all his actions fit ; 
 
 Nor ere oppofe his will. 
 
 PSALM XXVII. Common Metre. 
 
 Contemplation of the divine works. 
 
 1 . T OOK round, O man ! furvey this globe ; 
 1 j Speak of creating pow'r ; 
 
 See, nature gives a different robe 
 To ev'ry herb and flow'r. 
 
 2. See various beings fill the air, 
 And people earth and fea ; 
 
 What grateful changes form the year ! 
 How conftant night and day ! 
 
 3. Next raife thine eye ; the vaft expanfe 
 
 A pow'r unbounded mews ; 
 
 See round the fun the planets dance, 
 And various worlds compofe. 
 
 4. Then turn into thyfelf, O man \ 
 With wonder view thy foul ; 
 
 Confefs his pow'r who laid each plan, 
 And ftill directs the whole. 
 
 5. And let obedience to his laws 
 Thy gratitude proclaim, 
 
 To him the firft almighty caufe ; 
 
 Jehovah is his name. 
 
 PSALM XXVIII. As the 1 1 3th Pfalm. 
 Confidence in divine protection. 
 I. '"inHE Lord my paflure will prepare, . 
 X ^ nd feed me with a mepherd's care j 
 His prefence will my wants fupply, 
 
 And 
 
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 And guard me with a watchful eye 5 
 My noon-day walks he will attend, 
 And all my midnight hours defend* 
 
 2 . When in the fultry glebe I faint, 
 Or on the thirfty mountain pant ; 
 To fertile vales and dewy meads 
 My weary wand'ring fteps he leads ; 
 Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow* 
 Amid the verdant landfkip flow. 
 
 3. Tho' in the paths of death I tread, 
 With gloomy horrors overfpread, 
 My fteadfaft heart fhall fear no ill, 
 For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill ; 
 Thy friendly hand will give me aid, 
 And guide me thro' the dreadful fhade. 
 
 4. Tho' in a bare and rugged way, 
 Thro' devious lonely wilds I ltray, 
 Thy bounty mall my pains beguile ; 
 The barren wildernefs fliall fmile, 
 
 With fudden greens and herbage crown'd, 
 And ft reams fliall murmur all-around. 
 
 PSALM XXIX. Common Metre. 
 Confidence in GOD our Father. 
 
 1. f~\ God, on thee we all depend, 
 \J On thy paternal care : 
 
 Thou wilt the father and the friend, 
 In ev'ry act appear. 
 
 2. With open hand, and lib'ral heart, 
 Thou wilt our Wants fupply ; 
 
 Thy heav'nly bkffings ftill impart, 
 And no good thing deny. 
 
 3, Our 
 
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 3. Our Father knows what's good and fit, 
 And wifdom guides his love ; 
 
 To thine appointments we fubmit, 
 And ev'ry choice approve* 
 
 4. In thy paternal love and care, 
 With chearful hearts we truft ; 
 
 Thy tender mercies boundlefs are, 
 
 And all thy thoughts are juft. 
 5. We cannot want, while God provides; 
 
 What he ordains is befc ; 
 And heav'n, whate'er we want befides, 
 
 Will give eternal reft. 
 
 PSALM XXX. Long Metre, 
 Chearful reliance on providence. 
 
 1 . if^J Reat Lord of earth, and feas, and ikies, 
 \JJT Thy wealth the needy world fupplies : 
 On thee alone the whole depends, 
 
 Thy care to ev'ry part extends. 
 
 2 . The waftes of life thy pow'r repairs ; 
 Thy mercy ftills tempefluous cares ; 
 And, fafe beneath thy guardian arm, 
 We live fecur'd from ev'ry harm. 
 
 3. To thee we chearful homage bring ; 
 In grateful hymns thy praifes fing - 9 
 Direct to thee our waiting eyes, 
 And humbly look for frefh fupplies, 
 
 4. We ftill are indigent and poor, 
 Indebted much, and wanting more ; 
 Yet ftill on thee our fouls depend, 
 The rich, the fure, the faithful friend. 
 
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 5. And mould thy meafures feem fevers, 
 With patience we'll correction bear ; 
 Without complaint to thee fubmit, 
 Unerring judge of what is fit. 
 
 PSALM XXXI. Short Metre. 
 Seeking the favour of GO D. 
 1. "|& 7|*Y God, permit my tongue, 
 
 Jl V J- This j°y» t0 ca ^ tnee m ^ 9 
 
 And let my earneft cries prevail, 
 To tafte thy love divine. 
 
 2 . For life, without thy love, 
 No reliili can afford ; 
 
 No joy can be compar'd with this, 
 To ferve and pleafe the Lord. 
 
 3. To thee Til lift my hands, 
 And praife thee while I live ; 
 
 Not all the dainties of a feall ; 
 Such food or pleafure give. 
 
 4. In wakeful hours of night, 
 I call my God to mind ; 
 
 I think how wife thy counfels are, 
 And all thy dealings kind. 
 
 5. Since thou haft been my help, 
 To thee my fpirit flies ; 
 
 Arid, on thy watchful providence, 
 My chearful hope relies. 
 
 6. The fliadow of thy wings 
 My foul in fafety keeps ; 
 
 I follow where my Father leads, 
 And he fupports my fteps. 
 
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 PSALM XXXII. Long Metre. 
 Love to GOD. 
 1. 1^ yrY God, whofe all-pervading eye 
 JL ▼ JL Views earth beneath, and heav'n above, 
 Witnefs, if here or there, thou feeft 
 An object of my equal love. 
 
 2. Not the gay fcenes, where mortal men 
 Purfue their blifs, and find their woe, 
 Detain my rifing heart, which fprings 
 The nobler joys of heav'n to know. 
 
 3. Not all the faireft fons of light, 
 Who lead the army round thy throne, 
 Can bound its flight ; it prefleth on, 
 And feeks its reft in God alone. 
 
 4. Fix'd near th' immortal fource of blifs, 
 Dauntlefs and joyous, it furveys 
 Each form of horror and diftrefs, 
 Which earth, combin'd with hell, can raife. 
 
 5. This feeble fleih mall faint and die ; 
 This heart renew its pulfe no more ; 
 E'en now I fee the moment nigh, 
 When life's laft movements fhall be o'er. 
 
 6. But come, thou vanquilh'd King of dread. 
 With thine own hand thy pow'r deftroy j 
 'Tis thine to bear my foul to God ? 
 
 My portion and eternal joy. 
 
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 PSALM XXXIII. Common Metre. 
 SubmiJJion under afflidions, 
 
 i. T^TAKED as from the earth we came 5 
 
 j^ And rofe to life at firft \ 
 We to the earth return again, 
 
 And mingle with the duft. 
 
 2. The dear delights we here enjoy. 
 And call our own in vain j 
 
 Are but fhort pleafures borrow'd now, 
 To be repaid again. 
 
 3. 'Tis God, who lifts our comforts high, 
 Or links them to the grave ; 
 
 He gives, and blefTed be his name, 
 He takes but what he gave. 
 
 4. Peace, all our reftlefs paffions, then \ 
 Let each impatient figh 
 
 Be filent, at his fov'reign will, 
 And ev'ry murmur die. 
 
 5. If fmiling mercy crown our lives, 
 Its praifes {hall be fpread ; 
 
 And we'll adore the iufdce too, 
 Which itrikes our comforts dead. 
 
 PSALM XXXIV. Long Meti e< 
 
 Confidence in the prcmlfes cf GOD. 
 
 l* m \\T^ iing the gcodnefs of the Lord, 
 Y Y Who rules his people by his word. 
 And there as firm as his decrees, 
 Hath let his kindei! promifes* 
 
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 ?. Each of them is the voice of God, 
 Who fpoke and fpread the Ikies abroad ; 
 Each of them pow'rful, as that found, 
 Which bid the new-made world go round. 
 
 3. Whence then Ihould doubts and fears arife r 
 Why trickling forrows cloud our eyes ? 
 Slowly, alas ! our hope receives 
 
 The comforts, which our Maker gives, 
 
 4. O for a ftrong, a lafting faith, 
 
 To credit what th' Almighty faith ; 
 T' embrace the mefTage of his fon, 
 And call the joys of heav'n our own ! 
 
 5. Then, ihould the earth's old pillars make, 
 And all the wheels of nature break ; 
 Our fteady fouls ihould fear, no more 
 Than folid rocks, when billows. roar. 
 
 6. Our everlalKng hopes ihould rife, 
 Above the ruinable ikies, 
 Where the eternal builder reigns, 
 And his own courts his pow'r fuftains. 
 
 PSALM XXXV. Short Metre. 
 Joy in GOD. 
 
 1. ^"^OME, we who love the Lord, 
 \^j And let our joys be known ; 
 
 Join in a fong with fweet accord, 
 And thus furround his throne. 
 
 2 . The forrows of the mind 
 Be baniih'd from the place ; 
 
 Religion never was defign'd 
 To make our pleafureslefs* 
 
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174 PART III. 
 
 3. The God who rules on high, 
 And thunders when he pleafe, 1 
 
 Who rides upon the ftormy iky, 
 And manages the feas : 
 
 4. This awful God is ours, 
 Our father and our love ; 
 
 He mall fend down his heav'rdy powVs, 
 To carry us above. 
 
 5. Then {hall we fee his face, 
 And never, never fin ; 
 
 Then, from the rivers of his grace. 
 Drink endlefs pleafures in. 
 
 6. Yes, and before we rife 
 To that immortal flate, 
 
 The thoughts of fuch amazing blifs 
 Should conftant joy create. 
 
 7. The men of grace have found 
 Glory begun below ; 
 
 Celeftial fruits, on earthly ground, 
 From faith and hope may grow. 
 
 8. Then let our fongs abound^ 
 And ev'ry tear be dry ; 
 
 We're marching, thro' Emmanuel's ground, 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
 'PSALM XXXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 Acceptable Worfloip. 
 
 I. ^^1 OD is a fpirit juft and wife ; 
 
 \Jjr He fees our inmoft mind ; 
 In vain to heav'n we raife our cries. 
 
 And leave our fouls behind. 
 
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 Our fervants there, and rifing race, 
 Be taught thy precepts, and thy grace 
 
 4. O may each future age proclaim 
 The honours of thy glorious name ; 
 While, pleas'd and thankful, we remove, 
 To join the family above* 
 
 PSALM XL. Common Metre. 
 Secret Devotion* 
 
 1. T7 , ATHER divine, thy piercing eye 
 ]£ Looks thro' the fhades of night 5 
 
 In deep retirement thou art nigh, 
 With heart-difcerning fight. 
 
 2 . There mall thy piercing eye furvey 
 My humble worfhip paid, 
 
 With evYy morning's dawning ray, 
 And ev'ry ev'ning's fhade. 
 
 3. I'll leave behind each earthly care ; 
 To thee my foul fhall foar ; 
 
 While grateful praife* and fervent pray'r, 
 Employ the Mlent hour. 
 
 4. So fhall the fun in fmiles arife \ 
 The day fhall clofe in peace ; 
 
 So wilt thou train me for the ikies, 
 Where joy fhall never ceafe. 
 
 PSALM XLL Long Metre. 
 
 Religion vain without love. 
 1. T TAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 
 l\_ And nobler fpeech than angels ufe : 
 If love be abfent, I am found, 
 Like tinkling brafs, an empty found. 
 
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178 PART III. 
 
 2. "\jfere I infpir'd to preach and tell 
 All that is done in heav'n and hell, 
 far could my faith the world remove, 
 Still I am nothing without love. 
 
 3 . Should I diftribute all my ftore, 
 To feed the bowels of the poor, 
 O give my body to the flame, 
 To gain a martyr's glorious name : 
 
 4. If love to God, and love to men, 
 Be abfent, all my hopes are vain : 
 Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, 
 The place of love can ever fill. 
 
 PSALM XLII. Common Metre. 
 The excellence of love* 
 
 1. TTAPPY the heart where virtues reign, 
 JLJL Where love infpires the breaft j 
 
 Love is the brightefl of the train, 
 And ftren Athens all the reft. 
 
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 2. 'Tis love which makes our willing feet 
 In fwift obedience move ; 
 
 The devils know and tremble too, 
 But Satan cannot love. 
 
 3 . Love fuffers long, with patient eye, 
 Nor is proVok'd in hafte ; 
 
 She lets the prefent injury die, 
 And foon forgets the paft. 
 
 4. She nor defires, nor feeks, to know 
 The fcandals of the times ; 
 
 Nor looks with pride on thofe below, 
 Nor envies thofe who climb. 
 
 5. She 
 
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 5. She lays her own advantage by, 
 To ieek her neighbour's good : 
 
 So God's own fon came down to die, 
 And fav'd us by his blood. 
 
 6. Love is the grace that lives and fings, 
 When faith and hope fhall ceafe ; 
 
 'Tis love lhall flrike our joyful firings, 
 In the bright realms of blifs. 
 
 PSALM XLIII. Long Metre. 
 Love to all mankuid. 
 
 1. ^"X God, my favionr, and my king, 
 \J Of all I have or hope the fpring ! 
 Send down thy fpirit from above, 
 And warm my heart with holy love. 
 
 s.May I from ev'ry act abftain, 
 
 Which hurts, or gives my neighbour pain ; 
 And ev'ry fecret wifh fupprefs, 
 That would abridge his happinefs. 
 
 3. Still may I feel my heart inclin'd, 
 To act the friend to all my kind ; 
 Still wifh them fafety, health and eafe 9 
 Wealth, fame, eternal life and peace. 
 
 4. With pity let my breaft o'erflow, 
 When I behold a wretch in woe 5, 
 And bear a fympathizing part 2 
 With all who are of heavy heart. 
 
 5. And, when another's profp'rous ftate 
 Shall joy within himfelf create, 
 
 Let me too in his triumph join, 
 
 And count his peace and pleafure mine. 
 
 Z 2 6. Yea, 
 
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 6. Yea, mould my neighbour fpiteful prove, 
 Still let me vanquifh fpite with love ; 
 Slow to refent, tho' he mould grieve, 
 But always ready to forgive. 
 
 7. Let love in all my conduct mine, 
 An image fair, tho' faint, of thine : 
 Let me thine humble follow'r prove, 
 Father of men, great God of love. 
 
 PSALM XLIV. Common Metre, 
 
 Domeflic love and happinefs. 
 1 . 1 O, what an entertaining light 
 
 I 4 Are kindred that agree ! 
 How bleft the houfe, where hearts unite. 
 
 In bands of piety ! 
 
 2. Where flreams of love, from heav'nlyfprings, 
 Defcend to ev'ry foul ; 
 
 And facred peace, with balmy wings, 
 Shades and bedews the whole. 
 
 3 . All in their proper ftations move y 
 And each fulfils his part, 
 
 In all the cares of life and love, 
 With fympathizing heart. 
 
 4. Their fouls are form'd for joy and peace \ 
 Their hearts and hopes are one ; 
 
 And kind defigns to ferve and pleafe, 
 Thro 1 all their actions run. 
 
 5. How happy is the pious houfe, 
 W here zeal and friendfhip meet ; 
 
 Where fongs of praife, and mingled vows, 
 Make the communion iweet ! 
 
 6. Such 
 
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 6. Such pleafure crowns the heav'nly hills] 
 
 Thus faints are bteft above ; 
 Where joy like morning dew diftils, 
 
 And all the air is love. 
 
 PSALM XLV. Common Metre. 
 Love to enemies, 
 
 1 . "\X THEN, in the form of mortal man, 
 
 YY The fon of God was found, 
 With cruel flanders falfe and vain 
 He was encompafs'd round. 
 
 2. The woes of men his pity mov'd ; 
 Their peace he ftill purfu'd ; 
 
 They render'd hatred for his love, 
 And evil for his good. 
 
 3. Their malice rag'd without a caufe ; 
 Yet, with his dying breath, 
 
 He pray'd for murd'rers on his crofs, 
 
 And blefs'd his foes in death, 
 a. Lord, fhall thy blight example mine 
 
 In vain before mine eyes ? 
 Give me a foul akin to thine, 
 
 To love mine enemies. 
 
 PSALM XLVI. Long Metre. ' 
 Perfonal virtues. 
 
 1. A WAKE my foul, rouze ev'ry pow'r, 
 XjL Thy native dignity difplay ; 
 
 Let luft and paffion reign no more ; 
 No longer own their 1 awlefs fway . 
 
 2 . Thy temper meek and humble be. 
 Content and pleas'd with ev'ry ftate, 
 
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 From dire revenge and envy free, 
 And wild ambition to be great. 
 
 3. Confine thy roving appetites ; 
 
 From this vain world withdraw thine eyes j 
 Fix them on thofe divine delights, 
 Which angels tafle above the fkies. 
 
 4. On wings of faith to heav'n afcend ; 
 By hope anticipate the feaft 5 
 
 "With all thy pow'rs ftill upwards tend, 
 And leave to fenfual minds the reft. 
 
 5. With eager zeal purfue the prize ; 
 Each fleeting hour of life improve : 
 This courfe will fpeak thee truly wife, 
 And raife thee to the world above. 
 
 PSALM XLVII. Proper Tune, 
 Contentment. 
 
 1 . TF folid happinefs we prize, 
 
 J_ Within our breafts this jewel lies, 
 
 And they are fools who roam : 
 The world has nothing to beflow ; 
 From our own felves our joys rnurt flow, 
 
 And peace begins at home. 
 
 2. We'll therefore relifh with content, 
 Whate'er kind providence hath fent, 
 
 Nor aim beyond our pow'r ; 
 And, if our ftore be very fmall, 
 With thankful hearts enjoy it all, 
 
 Nor lofe the prefent hour. 
 
 3. We'll be refign'd when ills betide, 
 Patient, when favours are deny'd, 
 
 And 
 
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 And pleas'd with favours giv'n ; 
 This is the wife the virtuous part j 
 This is the incenfe of the heart, 
 
 Whofe fragrance reaches heav'n. 
 
 4. Thus, crown'd with peace, thro' life we'll go; 
 Its chequer'd paths of joy and woe, 
 
 With cautious fleps, we'll tread ; 
 Quit its vain fcenes without a tear, 
 Without a trouble or a fear, - 
 
 And mingle with the dead : 
 
 5. While confcience, like a faithful friend, 
 Shall thro' the gloomy vale attend, 
 
 And cheer our dying breath ; 
 Shall, when all other comforts ceafe, 
 Like a kind angel, whifper peace, 
 
 And fmooth the bed of death. 
 
 PSALM XLVIII. Common Metre. 
 The temptations of human life, 
 
 1. "TTTTHEN, in the light of faith divine, 
 
 W We look on things below, 
 Honour, and gold, and fenfual joy, 
 How vain and dang'rous too ! 
 
 2 . Honour's a puff of noify breath ; 
 Yet men expofe their blood, 
 
 And venture everlafling death, 
 To gain that airy food. 
 
 .3. Whilft others ftarve the nobler mind, 
 
 And feed on mining duft : 
 Celeftial treafures they refign, 
 
 T' indulge a fordid luft, 
 
 4. The 
 
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 4. The pleafures that allure our fenfe 
 
 re dang'rous fnares to foul 
 THbe's but a drop of flactVing fweet. 
 And dafh'd with bitter bowls. 
 
 5. Goij is mine all-fufEcient good, 
 My portion and my choice ; 
 
 In liim my vaft deiires are filPd, 
 And all my pow'rs rejoice. 
 
 6. In vain the world accofts my ear, 
 And tempts my heart anew ; 
 
 I cannot buy your bliis fo dear, 
 Nor part with heav'n for you. 
 
 PSALM XLIX. Long Metre. 
 Z > the only feafcn of pre 7 
 
 1. "I" IFE is the time to ferve the Lord, 
 
 \ j The time t' enlure the great reward y 
 And, while the lamp holds out to burn, 
 The vileft firmer may return. 
 
 2. Life is the hour, which God hath giv'n, 
 To 'fcape from hell, and fly to heav'n j 
 The day of grace, ai:d mortals may 
 Secure the bleiiings of the day. 
 
 j.Theli ::ow that they mull die -, 
 
 But all the dead forgotten lie ; 
 The) 7 have no fhare in all that's dor. 
 -Beneath the circuit of the fun. 
 
 a. Inhere are no acts of pardon pafs'd, 
 In the cold grave, to which we haiie ; 
 But darknefs, death, and long defpair, 
 Reign in eternal iilence there. 
 
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 5. Then what my thoughts defign :3 do, 
 My hani . - ith all your might pur&A 
 Since no device, nor work is found, 
 
 ith, nor hope, beneath the grou: 
 
 A L ' ' L. Common Metre. 
 The frailty and impor: zn lift. 
 
 1. r T^HEE we adore, eternal God ! 
 
 X ~ d humbly own to thee, 
 
 How feeble is our mortal : 
 Wh ;; creatures we. 
 
 2. Our wafting life grows fhorter ftill, 
 As months and days encreafe ; 
 
 And ev ing puUc wt :dl, 
 
 3 the number lefs. 
 rolls round, and fteals away 
 The breath, which firfl it gave ; 
 , whate'er we do, 
 Trailing to the grave. 
 
 i thick thro 9 all the road, 
 Tc : the tomb ; 
 
 i fierce difeafes wait around, 
 
 :. G: 3d Go* on wkat a Hender ;:.: ead 
 
 . ng thin g 
 I".. : :t ; iB mankind 
 
 U| : Bfe's feeble itrir 
 6 . v ;.d, our active po w ' : a . 
 
 To id ; 
 
 And, if our fouls be hurried hence, 
 be found with God. 
 
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 PSALM LI. Common Metre. 
 
 Comfort in ficknefs and death. 
 
 1. T^l7 HEN ficknefs makes the languid 
 
 V V frame, 
 
 Each dazz'ling pleafure flies ; 
 Phantoms of blifs no more obfcure 
 Our long deluded eyes. 
 
 2. Then the tremendous arm of death 
 Its fatal fceptre fliews ; 
 
 And nature faints, beneath the weight 
 Of complicated woes. 
 
 3. The tott'ring frame of mortal life 
 Shall crumble into duft ; 
 
 Nature mall faint ; but learn my foul, 
 On nature's God to truft. 
 
 4. The man, whofe pious heart is fix'd 
 On his all-gracious God, 
 
 From ev'ry frown may draw a joy, 
 And kifs the chaft'ning rod. 
 
 5. Nor him mall death itfelf alarm ; 
 On heav'n his foul relies ; 
 
 With joy he views his Maker's love, - 
 And with compofure dies. 
 
 PSALM LII. Common Metre. 
 A funeral thought* 
 
 1 . T TARK! from the tombs a doleful found! 
 
 Jfl My ears, attend the cry : 
 " Ye living men, come view the ground, 
 
 " Where you muft fhortly lie. 
 2." Princes, this clay muft be your bed, 
 
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 " In fpite of all your tow'rs ; 
 " The tall, the wife, the rev'rend head, . 
 
 u Muft lie as low as ours*" 
 g. Great God ! is this our certain doom ? 
 
 And aie we yet fecure ? 
 Still walking downward to our tomb, 
 
 And yet prepare no more ? 
 4. Grant us the pow'rs of quick'ning grace, 
 
 To fit our fouls to fly *, 
 Then, when we drop this dying flefli. 
 
 We'll rife above the Iky. 
 
 PSALM LIU. Long Metre. 
 
 Death the way whence we Jhall not return? 
 
 1. "f) EHOLD the path, which mortals tread, 
 Jl5 Down to the regions of the dead ! 
 Nor will the fleeting moments flay, 
 
 Nor can we raeafure back our way. 
 
 2. Our kindred and our friends are gone ; 
 Know, O my foul, this doom thine own ; 
 Fqehle as theirs my mortal frame ; 
 
 The fame my way, my home the fame. ' 
 
 3 . From vital air, from chearful light, 
 To the cold grave- s perpetual night ; 
 From fcenes of duty, means of grace, 
 I mufl to God's tribunal pafs. 
 
 4. Awake, my foul, the way prepare, 
 And lofe in this each mortal care ; 
 With fleady feet that path be trod, 
 "Which, thro' the grave, conducts to God. 
 
 A a 2 5. Then 
 
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 5. Then fhall I fmile, fecure from fear, 
 Tho' death ihould blaft the rifing year ; 
 And joy to reach the blifsful fhore, 
 From whence I mall return no more. 
 
 PSALM LI V. Common Metre. 
 Death and eternity. 
 
 1. OTOOP down, my thoughts, which ufe 
 
 Converfe awhile with death ; 
 Think how a gafping mortal lies, 
 And pants away his breath. 
 
 2. His quiv'ring lip hangs feeble down. 
 His pulfes faint and few ; 
 
 Then, fpeechlefs, with ■?. doleful groan, 
 He bids the world adieu. 
 
 3. But oh, the foul that never dies i 
 At once it leaves the clay : 
 
 My thoughts, purfue it where it flies, 
 And track its wond'rous way. 
 
 4. Up to the courts, where angels dwell, 
 It mounts, to triumph there ! 
 
 Or finks, reluctant, down to hell, 
 In horror and defpair. 
 
 5. And muft. my body faint and die ? 
 And muft this foul remove ? 
 
 O for fome guardian-angel nigh, 
 To bear it fafe above ! 
 
 6. My God, to thine all-graciou< hand 
 My deathlefs foul I truft ; 
 
 Nor fear to meet the high command, 
 Which calls me back to duft. 
 
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 PSALM LV. Common Metre. 
 
 The happinefs of the dying chrlflian. 
 
 1. T TEAR what the voice from heav'n pro- 
 For all the pious dead ; [claims, 
 
 Sweet is the favour of their names, 
 And foft their fleeping bed. / 
 
 2. They die in Jesus, and are blefs'd ; 
 
 How kind their flumbers are ! 
 From fufF'rings, and from fins, releas'd, 
 
 And freed from ev'ry fhare. 
 
 3. Far from this world of toil and flrife, 
 
 They're prefent with the Lord ; 
 The labours of their mortal life 
 
 End in a large reward. 
 
 PSALM LVI. Common Metre. 
 A profpeff of the refurrefiion. 
 
 1 . Y TOW long fhall death the tyrant reign, 
 AX And triumph o'er the juft ? 
 
 How long the blood of martyrs ilain 
 Lie mingled with the dull ? 
 
 2. Lo ! I behold the featuring fhades ; 
 The dawn of heav'n appears ; 
 
 The bright immortal morning fpreads 
 
 Its blumes round the fpheres. 
 3. 1 fee the Lord of glory come, 
 
 And flaming guards around ; 
 The fkies divide to make him room ; 
 
 The trumpet makes the ground. 
 4.I hear the voice, " Ye dead, arife f 
 
 And lo'fc the dead obey ; 
 
 And 
 
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 And waking faints, with joyful eyes, 
 Salute th' expected day. 
 
 5. They leave the duft, and, on the whig, 
 Mount fwiftly thro' the air : 
 
 In robes of light they meet their King, 
 And low adore him there. 
 
 6. Break> glorious morning, thro' the fkies ? 
 Thefe joyful fcenes difplay ; 
 
 And call our willing fouls to rife 
 To everlafting day. 
 
 PSALM LVII. Common Metre. 
 
 Christ coming to judgment. 
 
 1. TESUS, adorn'd with grace divine., 
 J Afcends the judgment-throne ; v 
 
 Thro* heav'ns extended realms above, 
 He makes his glories known. 
 
 2. By his command the trumpet founds, 
 And fummons to his bar, 
 
 The piercing blaft fhakes heav'n around, 
 And thunders thro' the air. 
 
 3. The earth and feas his orders hear ; 
 Unclos'd is ev'ry tomb ^ 
 
 Th' awaken'd world attend, and fear, 
 His fentence, and their doom. 
 
 4. Before him fee the world on fire ! 
 The burning earth and feas, 
 
 "With mingled ruin, foon expire, 
 And fink before his face. 
 
 5. The faints obedient to his call, 
 With joy receive their crowns ° t 
 
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 The wicked into ruin fall, 
 
 Beneath his wrathful frowns. 
 6. How fhall I bear that awful day, 
 
 And ftand the folemn tell ? 
 I give all finful joys away, 
 
 To be for ever bleft. 
 
 PSALM LVIII. Long Metre. 
 Joy in the -prof fed: of future hapfinefs. 
 
 1 . rTp.HE hope of finners lies below ; 
 
 'Tis all the happinefs they know ; 
 'Tis all they feek ; they take their fhares, 
 And leave the reft among their heirs. 
 
 2 . "What iinners value I refign ; 
 
 Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine j 
 
 I fhall behold thy blifsful face, 
 
 And ftand compleat in right eoufnefs. 
 
 3. This life's a dream, an empty fhow ; 
 But the bright world, to which I go, 
 Hath joys fubftantial and fincere ; 
 When fhall I wake and find me there ? 
 
 4. Then mall 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. 
 
 5. O glorious hour ! O bleft abode! 
 I fhall be near and like my God ; 
 And flefh and fenfe no more controul 
 The facred pleafures of the foul. 
 
 6. My flefh fhall flumber in the ground, 
 Till the laft trumpet's jovful found; 
 
 Then 
 
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 Then burft the chains, with glad fuprize ? 
 And in my Saviour's image rife. 
 
 PSALM LIX. Common Metre. 
 
 Heaven invifible and holy. 
 i. T^TOR eye hath feen, nor ear hath heard, 
 
 jL^ Nor fenfe> nor reafon known, 
 What joys the Father hath prepar'd, 
 
 For thofe who love the Son. 
 
 2. But the good fpirit of the Lord 
 Reveals a heav'n to come ; 
 
 The beams of glory, in the word* 
 Allure and guide us home. 
 
 3. Pure are the joys above the fky, 
 And all the region peace ; 
 
 No wanton tongue, nor envious eye, 
 Can fee, or tafte, the blifs. 
 
 4. Thofe holy gates for ever bar 
 Pollution, fin, and fhame ; 
 
 None fhall obtain admittance there, 
 But foll'wers of the Lamb. 
 
 PSALM LX. Common Metre. 
 The humble worjbip of heaven* 
 
 1. "F^Ather of all, we long to fee 
 J|7 The place of thine abode ; 
 
 We'll leave thine earthly courts, and flee 
 Up to thy feat, O God. 
 
 2. We'll part with all the joys of fenfe, 
 
 To view thine heav'nly throne ; • 
 
 Pleafures fpring frefh for ever thence, 
 Unfpeakable, unknown. 
 
 3. There 
 
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 . 3 . There at thy feet, with humble fear, 
 
 Th' adoring armies fall ; 
 With joy they ihrink to nothing there, 
 
 Before th' eternal all. 
 4. The more thy glories ftrike our eyes, 
 
 The humbler we mall lie ; 
 Thus while we link, our joys ihall rife 
 
 Unmeafurably high. 
 
 PSALM LXI. Common Metre. 
 
 Support under trouble from the hope of heaven* 
 
 1. TTTHEN I can read my title clear ; 
 
 Y V T° manfions in the ikies, 
 I bid farewel to ev'ry fear, 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
 2 . Should foes againft my peace engage, 
 And cruel darts be hurl'd ; 
 
 Then 1 could fmile at all their rage, 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 3 . Let cares like a wild deluge come, 
 And ftorms of forrow fall ; 
 
 May I but fafely reach my home, 
 My God, my heav'n, my all : 
 
 4. There fhall I bathe my weary foul. 
 In feas of heav'nly reft ; 
 
 And not a wave of trouble roll, 
 Acrofs my peaceful breait. 
 
 PSALM LXII. Long Metre. 
 
 Defire of heaven. 
 P to the heav'nly paradife, 
 Where pureft ftreams of pleafure roll, 
 B b Fain 
 
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194 PAR T III. 
 
 Fain would my nobler paffions rife, 
 But earth and fenfe opprefs my foul. 
 
 2. O might I once mount up, and fee 
 The glories of th' eternal fkies, 
 
 What little things thefe worlds would be ! 
 How defpicable to mine eyes 1 
 
 3. Had I a glance of thee, my God, 
 Kingdoms and men would vanifh foon - y 
 Vanifh, as tho' I faw them not, 
 
 As a dim candle dies at noon. 
 
 4. Then they might fight, and rage, and rave, 
 I fhould perceive the noife no more, 
 Than we can hear a making leaf, 
 
 While rolling thunders round us roar. 
 
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 5. Great all in all, eternal King, 
 My foul afpires to fee thy face ; 
 And all my pow'rs admire, and fing, 
 Thine endiefs grandeur, and thy grace. 
 
 PSALM LXIII. Common Metre. 
 
 The chriftlan race. 
 
 1. A WAKE, my foul, ftretch ev'ry nerve, 
 £&_ And prefs with vigour on : 
 
 A heav'nly race demands thy zeal, 
 And an immortal crown. 
 
 2 . A cloud of witnefTes around 
 Hold thee in full furvey : 
 
 Forget the fteps already trod, 
 And onward uge thy way. 
 
 3. 'Tis God's all-animating voice, 
 Which calls thee from on high j 
 
 'Tis 
 
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 Tis his own hand prefents the prize 
 To thine afpiring eye : 
 
 4, That prize, with peerlefs glories bright, 
 Which fhall new luftre boaft, 
 
 When victors wreaths, and monarchs gems, 
 Shall blend in common duft. 
 
 5. My foul, with facred ardour fir'd, 
 The glorious prize purfue ; 
 
 And meet with joy the high command, 
 To bid this earth adieu. 
 
 PSALM LXIV. Common Metre, 
 
 The hope of leave n a fupport in death*. 
 
 1 . np'HERE is a land of pure delight, 
 
 Where faints immortal reign > / 
 Perpetual day excludes the night, 
 And pleafures baniih pain. 
 
 2 . There everlafling fpring abides, 
 And never with'ring flow'rs : 
 
 Death, like a narrow fea, divides 
 This heav'nly land from ours. 
 
 3. Sweet fields beyond the fwelling flood 
 Stand drefs'd in living green ; 
 
 So to the Jews old Canaan flood, 
 While Jordan rolPd between. 
 
 4. But tim'rous mortals ftart and flirink. 
 To crofs this narrow fea ; 
 
 And linger, fhiv'ring, on the brink, 
 And fear to launch away. 
 
 5. Oh, could we make our doubts remove, 
 Thole gloomy doubts that rife > 
 
 Bb 2 And 
 
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 And view the Canaan that we love, 
 With unbecloud^d eyes ; 
 
 6. Could we but ftand,' as Mofes flood, 
 
 And view the landikip o'er ; 
 Not Jordan's ftreauis, nor death's cold flood. 
 
 Should fright us from the fhore. 
 
 PSALM LXV, Long Metre. 
 : The eternal f abb ath. 
 
 1. IT ORD of the fabbath, hear our vows, 
 1 j On this thy day, in this thine houfe ; 
 
 And own, as grateful facrifice, 
 
 The fongs which from thy temple rife. 
 
 2. Thine earthly fabbaths, Lord, we love % 
 But there's a nobler reft above ; 
 
 To that our longing fouls afpire, 
 With chearful hope, and ftrong defire s 
 
 3. No more fatigue, no more diftrefs, 
 Nor fin nor death fhall reach the place \ 
 No groans fhall mingle with the fongs, 
 Which dwell upon immortal tongu< 
 
 4. No rude alarms of angry foes ; 
 No cares to break the long repofe ; 
 
 *'• No midnight fhade, no clouded fun, 
 •But facred, high, eternal noon. 
 
 5. O long expected day, begin ; 
 
 Dawn on thefe realms of pain and fin ; 
 With joy we'll tread th' appointed road, 
 And lleep in death, to reft with God; 
 
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 PSALM LXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 New Tear' ] s -day, 
 
 1. T) EMARK, my foul, the narrow bounds 
 
 t\ Of ^e revolving year ; 
 How fwift the weeks compleat their rounds ! 
 How fhort the months appear 1 
 
 2. Much of my dubious life is done, 
 Nor will return again ; 
 
 And fwift my pafling moments run, 
 The few which yet remain. 
 
 3. So fall eternity comes on, 
 And that important d 
 
 When ail that mortal life has done 
 God's judgment fliall furvey. 
 
 4. Awake, my foul ; with u tin oft care, 
 Thy true condition learn ; 
 
 What are thy hopes, how fure, how fail', 
 And what thy chief concern. 
 
 5. Devoutly yield thyfelf to God, 
 And on his care depend ; 
 
 With zeal purfue the heav'nly road, 
 Nor doubt an happy end. 
 
 PSALM LXVIL Common Metre. 
 For a faft day in public calamity. 
 
 1. XX THEN Abra'm, full of facred awe, 
 
 VV Before Jehovah flood, 
 And, with an humble fervent pray'r, 
 For guilty Sodom fu'd ; 
 
 2. With what fuccefs, what wond'rous grace, 
 Was his petition crown'd ! 
 
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193 PART III. 
 
 The Lord would fpare, if in the place 
 Ten righteous men were found. 
 
 3. And could a fingle pious foul 
 So rich a boon obtain ? 
 
 Good God ! and lhall a nation cry. 
 And plead with thee in vain ? 
 
 4. Britain, all -guilty as fhe is, 
 Her num'rous faints can boaft ; 
 
 See their united pray'rs afcend ; 
 
 And mall thefe pray'rs be loft ? 
 
 5. Are not the righteous dear to thee 
 Now, as in ancient times ? 
 
 Or does this finful land exceed 
 Gomorrah in her crimes ? 
 
 6. Still we are thine, we bear thy name \ 
 Here yet is thine abode ; 
 
 Long has thy pretence bleft our land : 
 Forfake us not, O God ! 
 
 7. may our people, priefts, and king, 
 
 Thy choiceft bleflings fhare ; 
 And know thee by thac glorious name, 
 
 " The God who heareth pray'r." 
 
 PSALM LXVIII. As the 113th Pfalm. 
 
 Far a faft day in war foreign and domeftic. 
 I. £~^\ Lord of hofts, almighty king! 
 
 \^$ May we thy facred glories fing, 
 
 And fpeak the wonders of thy name ? 
 Earth is thy footftool, heav'n thy throne, 
 Thine empire fpreads thro' worlds unknown, 
 
 And all thy works thyfelf proclaim. 
 
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 2. Scepters, and fhields, and tott'ring crowns, 
 And kingdoms trembling at thy frowns, 
 
 Sufpenceiul wait their deftiny ; 
 The nations feel thine angry rod, 
 Guilty, confefs the righteous God, 
 
 And own the hand that rules on high. 
 
 3. From heav'n look down with pitying eyes ; 
 The tyrants of the earth chaftife ; 
 
 And quell their furious lawlefs rage ; ■ 
 Caufe the alarm of war to ceafe ; 
 O blefs the jarring world with peace, 
 
 And angry tumults foon aflwage. 
 
 4. Crufh the cpprefTors, right maintain, 
 All oppofitions render vain ; 
 
 Our armies, fleets and allies blefs : 
 Our counfels guide, our fov'reign guard, 
 Crown virtue with its due reward, 
 
 And give the righteous caufe fuccefs. 
 
 PSALM LXIX. Common Metre. 
 For a fafl day hi time of 'war, 
 
 1. "FT ARK ! the loud trumpet of our God 
 J7i Sounds an alarm of war ; 
 
 Attend, O earth ! ye nations, hear*, 
 And tremble from afar. 
 
 2. With humble rev'rence, and with awe, 
 We hear the facred word ; 
 
 And, trembling, own the fentence juft, 
 Which dooms us to the fword. 
 
 3. Nor ev'n in war would we repine, 
 The murd'ring fword to view, 
 
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 Might the fame ftroke that waftes the land. 
 Deftroy its vices too. 
 
 4. But we mail hail the happy day, 
 Which ends the painful doom ; 
 
 When earth mall, like the world above, 
 In peace and virtue bloom. 
 
 5. Still let our fongs declare his name, 
 Vv no guards the BritiJJi race : 
 
 The God of vengeance we adore, 
 _And blefs the God of grace. 
 
 PSALM LXX. Common Metre. 
 The U nw erf a I Prayer. 
 
 i.TJiATHER of all, in ev'ry age, 
 JL* In ev'ry clime, ador'd, . 
 
 By faint, by favage, and by fage, 
 Jehovah, Jove, or Lord ! 
 
 2. What confcience dictates to be done, 
 Or warns me not to do, 
 
 This, teach me more than hell to fhun, 
 That, more than heav'n purme. 
 
 3. What bleffings thy free bounty gives, 
 Let me not caft away ; 
 
 For God is paid, when man receives, 
 T' enjoy is to obey. 
 
 4. Yet not to earth's contracted (pan 
 Thy goodnefs let me bound ; 
 
 Or think thee Lord alone of man, 
 When thoufand worlds are round. 
 
 5. Let not this weak unknowing hand 
 Prefume thy bolts to throw, 
 
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 And deal damnation round the land, 
 On each I judge thy foe. 
 
 6. If I am right, thy grace impart, 
 Still in the right to ftay ; 
 
 If I am wrong, O teach my heart, 
 To find that better way. 
 
 7. Save me alike from foolifli pride, 
 Or impious difcontent, 
 
 At aught thy wifdom hath deny'd, 
 Or aught thy goodnefs lent. 
 
 8. Teach me to feel another's woe, 
 To hide the fault I fee ; 
 
 That mercy I to others fhew, 
 That mercy fhew to me. 
 
 9. This day be bread and peace my lot ;— — 
 All elfe beneath the fun, 
 
 Thou know'fl if beft beftow'd or not j 
 And let thy will be done. 
 
 10. To thee, whofe temple is all fpace, 
 Whofe altar, earth, fea, Ikies, 
 
 One chorus let all beings raife ! 
 All nature's incenfe rife ! 
 
 THE END. 
 
THE 
 
 SUBJECTS 
 
 O F T H E 
 
 Psalms contained in the preceding 
 Collection. 
 
 N. B. The firjl Number refers to the Part, the Jecond t$ 
 the Pfalm. 
 
 Fir ft general Divijion. 
 PSALMS OF PRAISE TO GOD. 
 
 GOD the proper objefi of praife. Part II. Pfalm I. 
 Praife due to God, not to idols. I. 135. 
 An exhortation to praife God, I. 105. 150. 
 
 I. The Perfections of GOD, 
 GOD eternal II. 2. 
 
 God infinite, and omnifcient. I. 139. II. 3. 
 God unchangeable. I. 102. II. 4. 
 The one living and true God. I. 86. II. 5. 
 The greatnefs of God. I. 104, 114, 145, Seft. I. II. 6. 
 The power and majefty of God. I. 29, 89, Sett. 2. II. 7. 
 The holinefs of God. I. 9, 97, 99 
 The faithfulnefs of God. I. 89, StB. I. II. $< 
 The goodnefs of God. I 145, Seft. 2. 140. II, 9, 10. 
 The mercy of God. I. 103, 130. II. u» 
 
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 The companion of God. I. 145, Sett. 3. II. 12. 
 God iic>m^iehenfible II. 13. 
 God exalted above men. II. 14. 
 
 The p rfeftions of God celebrated, II. 15. 
 
 II Relative characters of the DEITY. 
 
 GOD the creator. II. 16. 
 
 G< d known bv his works I. in* IT. 17. 
 
 All creatures called upon to praife God. I. 148.11.18,19. 
 
 Pran'e to God from ihe material creation. II. 20. 
 
 The G d of nature woi (hipped. II 21. 
 
 Praile to God from the heavenly bodies. II. 22. 
 
 GOD the creator and governor of the world. II. 23. 
 The eternal and fovceign God. II. 24. 
 The eternal dominion of Cod I 93. II 25. 
 The fupreme dominion of God. I. 66, 96 II. 26. 
 
 GOD the creator and preferver of all things I. 33, Secl.i. 
 
 95, 136 II 27 
 The univerfal providence of God. II. 28. 
 The conftant providence of God. I. 65, 147. II. 29, 30. 
 The providential goodnefs of God. II. 31. 
 
 GOD the maker, preferver, and friend of men. I. 8, 139, 
 
 St& 2, II 32. 
 
 God the preferver of our frail bodies. II. 33. 
 
 God our conftant picferver. II. 34. 
 
 G d our protedior. 1. 33, Seft. 2 11. 35. 
 
 Prefervation by day and night. 1. III. 
 
 The daily goodnefs of God. 11 36 
 
 Our (hort lives crown'd with divine goodnefs. I.70. 11. 37. 
 
 God our conftant benefa£tor. II. 38. 
 
 G d our (beprurd I. 23. 
 
 God our prefent fupport, and future portion. I. 73. 
 
 God acknowledged in our enjoyments. II. 39. 
 
 GOD peculiarly the friend of good men I. 36, 106. II. 40. 
 God the guardian of the righteous. I. 46, 91. 
 
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 God the guide of his fervants. I. 25. 
 
 God the fupport of good men under affli&ions. 1.61,125, 
 
 Tlje perfections and providence of God, II. 41. 
 
 III. The Blessings of Revelation. 
 
 Temporal and fpiritual mercies. II. 42. 
 
 The holy fcriptuies. I. 19 II. 43. 
 
 The knowledge of God. II 44. 
 
 The miflion of Chri/i, II 45. 
 
 The love of God difplay'd by Chrijl. II. 46. 
 
 The hope of pardon by Ckriji. II. 47. 
 
 Divine alliitanoe. II. 48. 
 
 Hope of a refurreclion. II. 49. 
 
 Hope of future happinefs. II. 50, 51. 
 
 Per final mercies thankfully acknowledged, II. 52. 
 
 IV. Particular Occasions. 
 Remarkable perfonal deliverances. I. 34, 1 16. 
 Deliverance at fea. I. 107. II. 53. 
 New year's day. II. 54. 
 Morning and evening. II. 55, 56. 
 National deliverance. II. 57 
 Victory over public enemies, II. 58. 
 Fifth of November. I 124. II. 59. 
 The bleflings of civil government. II. 60. 
 A general national thanksgiving, II. 61. 
 
 V. General forms of praise, 
 Praife to God from men I. 117. II. 62. 
 Praife to God from angels. II. 63. 
 Praife to God on the Lord's day II. 64. 
 Praife to God in his houfe. II. 65. 
 Univerfal and fincere praife II 66. 
 Praife to God thro' the whole of our exiftence. II. 67. 
 Praife to God. I. 57, 108, II. 6$. 
 
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 III. Hitman life. 
 The temptations of human life. Ill 48. 
 Life the only feafon of preparation for eternity. 111. 49. 
 The frailty and importance of human life. 111. 50. 
 
 IV. Death. 
 
 Comfort in ficknefs and death. 111. 51. 
 
 A funeral thought. 111. 52. 
 
 The vanity of man as mortal. I. 39, 90. 
 
 Death the way whence we fhall not return. 1 1 1. 53. 
 
 Death and eternity. 1 1 1. 54. 
 
 The happinefs of the dying chriftian. J IK 55. 
 
 V. Resurrection. 
 A profpecl of the refurreclion. 1 1 1. 56. 
 
 VI. Judgment, 
 The laft judgment. J. 50, Sett. 1. 
 Chrift corning to judgment. 1 1 1. $J* 
 
 VII. Heaven. l 
 Joy in the profpeel: of future happinefs. 1 1 1. 58. 
 JHeaven mvifible and holy. 1 1 1. 59. 
 The humble woifhip of heaven. 111. 60. 
 Support under trouble from the hope of heaven. 1 1 1, 6 1> 
 Delne of heaven. 1 1 1. 62. 
 1 h ; chririian race. 1 1 1. 63. 
 Thr hope of heaven a fupport in death. III. 64. 
 Tne eternal fabbath. ill. 05. 
 
 VIII. Particular occasions. 
 
 New year's cay ill 66. 
 
 fan -day in public ca!dmi;y. III. 67, 
 
 Fait day in war. I. 60. III. 08, 69, 
 
 The univerfal prayer. III. 70, 
 
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 AMONG the princes, earthly gods 41 
 
 Arife, O king of grace, arife 74 
 
 Arife, and hail the happy day 1 50 
 
 At thy command, O gracious Lord 162 
 
 Attend, O earth, the fix'd decree 4 
 
 Awake, my foul, awake my tongue 52 
 
 Awake, my foul, roufe ev'ry pow'r 181 
 
 Awake, my foul, ftretch ev'ry nerve 194 
 
 Awake, ye faints, and raife your eyes 1 30 
 
 Awake, ye faints, to praife your king 76 
 
 BE thou exalted, O my God 29 
 
 Begin, my tongue, fome heav'nly theme 95 
 
 Begin, my foul, th' exalted lay 103 
 
 Behold the lofty fky 1 1 
 
 Behold the grace appears 149 
 
 Behold the path which mortals tread 187 
 
 Behold with joy the happy fcene. 75 
 
 Beyond exprefiion bleft is he 16 
 
 Bleit be the everlafting God 129 
 
 COME let us join our chearful fongs 152 
 
 Come we who love the Lord 173 
 
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 Erernal fource o; cv . , J 
 
 Eternal fov'reign of the fky 
 
 Exalt the Lord our God /k 
 
 p\THER divine, thy piercing eye 177 
 
 ■* Father of ali, we long to fee 1 02 
 
 Father of all, in ev'ry age 200 
 
 Fa:her of light, we iing thy name 1 21 
 
 Father of men, thy care we blcfs 1 76 
 
 Firm and unmov'd are they 71 
 
 For ever (hall my (bug record 42 
 
 Forfake, my foul, the .tents of fin 164 
 
 GIVE to the Lord, ye fons of fame 16 
 
 God is the refuge of his faints 24 
 
 God is a fpirit jiift and wife 174 
 
 God my iupporter, and my hope 37 
 
 God of my life thro' all my days 144 
 
 God who in various methods told 124 
 
 Good is the Lord, the heav'nly king; 33 
 
 Great God, how excellent art thou 1 10 
 
 Great God how endlefs is thy love jig 
 
 Great God, the heav'ns well order'd frame 106 
 
 Great God, to thee our grateful tongues 120 
 
 Great God, we fing that mighty hand 134 
 
 Great God, whole umverfal fway 37 
 
 Great is our God, his works of might 103 
 
 Great is the Lord, his works of might 141 
 
 Great Lord of earth and feas ana fkies 169 
 
 Great was the day, the joy was great 155 
 
 TT AD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews 177 
 
 •"• dad not the Lord, may (frael fay 70 
 
 Hatl king fuprcme ! all- wife and good 106 
 
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 Happy is he who fea'S the Lord 59 
 
 Happy the- heart where virtues reign 178 
 
 Haik, rrom the tombs a doleful found 186 
 
 Hark, the glad fuund ! the {Saviour comes 148 
 
 Hark, the loud trumpet of our God 199 
 
 He ihat hath made his refuge God 1 18 
 
 Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims 189 
 
 Heathens to fenfelefs idols hafle 9 
 
 High in the heav'ns, eternal God 20 
 
 Hofannah with a chearful found 117 
 
 Houle of our God, with chearful anthems ring 97 
 
 How are thy fe vants bleft, O Lord 132 
 
 How bleft is he who ne'er confents 3 
 
 How bleft are they who ftriclly keep 64 
 
 How did my heart rejoice to hear 70 
 
 How good and pleafant is the work 45 
 
 How long (hall death the tyrant reign 189 
 
 How pleafant, how divinely fair 175 
 
 How mail the young fecure their hearts 64 
 
 How welcome is their voice 158 
 
 SET the Lord before my face 152 
 
 I fing th' almighty pow'r of God 112 
 
 I fing my Saviour's wond'rous death 151 
 
 If God fucceed not, all the cod 74 
 
 If folid happinefs we prize 1 82 
 
 I'll praife my maker with my breath 83 
 
 In all my vaft concerns with thee 91 
 
 In God's own houfe pronounce his praife 143 
 
 Is there ambition in my heart 74 
 
 JEHOVAH reigns, let all the earth 49 
 
 Jefus adorn'd with grace divine 190 
 
 jefus invites his faints 1 60 
 
 Jefus is gone above the Ikies 162 
 
 Joy to the world, the Lord is come 147 
 
 JT'EEP filence all created things 93 
 
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 T ET all the earth their voices raife 125 
 
 •*-' Let children hear ihe mighty deeds 38 
 
 Let everlafting glories crown 157 
 
 Let ev'ry tongue thy goodnefs fpeak 82 
 
 Let others boaft how ftiong they be 116 
 
 Let finners take their foolifh courfe 28 
 
 Life is the time to ilrve the Lord 1 84 
 
 Lo what an entertaining fight 1 80 
 
 Long as I live I'll blefs thy name 81 
 
 Lock round, O man, furvey this globe 167 
 
 Lord, haft thou caft the nation off 29 
 
 Lord, how fecure and bleft are they J64 
 
 Lord, I have made thy word my choice 68 
 
 Lord, in the morning thou fhalt hear 6 
 
 Lord, thou haft fearcr/d and ken me thro* 79 
 
 Lord, thou art good, all nature mows 96 
 
 Lord, we are blind, we mortals blind 100 
 
 Lord, who's the happy man that may 8 
 
 Lord of the worlds above 39 
 
 Lord of the fabbath hear our vows 196 
 
 TkTY dear Redeemer and my Lord 150 
 
 '*▼* My God, my everlafting hope 36 
 
 My God, my king, thy various praife 101 
 
 My God, permit my tongue 170 
 
 My God, the fteps of v ious men 2X 
 
 My God, whofe all- pervading eye J71 
 
 My fhepherd is the living Lord 13 
 
 My foul, adore the fov'reign Lord 53 
 
 My foul, before thy maker bow 166 
 
 My fpirit looks to God alone 3 1 
 
 AKED as from the earth we came 172 
 
 Nor eye hath feen, nor ear hath heard 192 
 
 Now let our mournful fongs record 12 
 
 Now to the Lord a joyful fong 126 
 
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 Blefs the Lord, my foul 123 
 
 O foi a ftiout or facred joy 143 
 
 O God of grace, my crimes forgive 27 
 
 O God, our help in age* paft 43 
 
 O God, my grateful fuul afpires 57 
 
 O God, on thee we all depend 168 
 
 O God, my Saviour and my King J79 
 
 O happy nation where the Lord 18 
 
 O happy man whofe foul is rill'd 72 
 
 O Lord, how glorious i* thy name 6 
 
 O Lord, how excellent thy name 102 
 
 O 1 oid ot hoits, almighty king 198 
 
 O praiie ye the Lord, prepare a new fong 87 
 
 O render thanks and blefs the Lord 55 
 
 O render praiie to God above $$ 
 
 O that the Lord would guide my ways 6& 
 
 O thou the wicked's fure retreat 99 
 
 O ye immortal throng 143 
 
 Our time is ever on the wing 119 
 
 PRAISE ye the Lord - s let praife employ 88 
 
 Praife ye the Lord, 'tis good to raife 115 
 
 RAISE your triumphant fongs 127 
 
 Rejoice, ye nght.ous in the Lord 17 
 
 Remark, my foul, the narrow bounds J97 
 
 Rife, rife, my foul, and leave the ground 90 
 
 OALVA HON doth to God belong 
 
 & Say, fhould we fearch the globe around 
 
 Shall the low race of fiefh and blood 
 
 Shout to the Lord, and let our joys 
 
 Sing all ye nations to the Lord 
 
 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name 
 
 Sing to the Lord a joyful fong 
 
 Sing to the Lord ye diftant lands 
 
 So let our lips and lives exprefs 
 
 Songs of immortal praife belong 
 
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 Soon as I heard my father fay 15 
 
 Stay, ftay, my lab'nng pow'rs awake 136 
 
 Still do the wheels of time revolve 135 
 
 Stoop d ,wn, my thoughts, which ufe to rife 188 
 
 Sweet is the mem'ry ot thy grace 82 
 
 Svveet is the work, my God, my king 142 
 
 ^TpEACH me the meafure of my days 21 
 
 -* In' almrghtv bids the morning ray 33 
 
 The eanh for ever is the Lord's 13 
 
 The earth and all the heav'nly frame 1 13 
 
 The God of glory (ends his fummons forth 25 
 
 The glojies ot our maker God 105 
 
 Theheav'ns declare ihv glory, Lord 158 
 
 The hope of lumen, lies below 191 
 
 The Lord, how wond'rous die his ways 98 
 
 The Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high 109 
 
 The Lord of glory reigns fupremely great III 
 
 The Lord, the fov'reign king 142 
 
 The Lord my pafture will prepare 167 
 
 The promife of my father's love 161 
 
 The righteous Lord loves upright fouls 5 
 
 The fpacious firmament on high 1 07 
 
 Thee we adore, eternal God 155 
 
 There is a land of pure delight 195 
 
 Think, mighty God, on feeble man 128 
 
 This is the day the Lord hath made 63 
 
 Thou art my portion, O my God 67 
 
 Thou didft, O mighty God, exift 92 
 
 Thro' all the changing fcenes of life 19 
 
 Thro' endlefs years thou art the fame 5r 
 
 Thus faith the Lord, the fpacious fields 26 
 
 Thus faith the Lord, your work is vain 22 
 
 Thus faith the mercy of the Lord 159 
 
 Thus fpake Jehovah to our Lord 58 
 
 Thy favour, gracious Lord difplay 40 
 
 Thy mcicies fill the earth, O Lord 65 
 
 Thy woiks of glory, mignty Lord 56 
 
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 'Tis by thy ftrength the mountains iland 114 
 
 To thee, my God, without delay 32 
 
 To God your voice in anthems raife 35 
 
 To God we lift our wating eyes 69 
 
 To God the mi hty Lord 77 
 
 To God the only wife 128 
 
 'Twas God who fix'd the rolling fpheres 94 
 
 UP to the Lord who reigns on high 116 
 
 Up to the heav'nly paradife 193 
 
 VAST are thy works, almighjy Lord 54 
 
 \1/E bleft the prophet of the Lord 156 
 
 ** We fing the ^oodnefs of the Lord 173 
 
 We'll fpeak the honours of our king 22 
 
 V elcome fweet day of reft 1 75 
 Vi hat (hall 1 render to my God 62 
 When all thy mercies, O my God 1 31 
 When Abram full of facred awe 197 
 When God our leader fhines in arms 10 
 
 V hen 1 can read my title clear 1 93 
 When I with plealmg wonder fland 80 
 When in the form of mortal man 18 1 
 W hen in the light of faith divine 1 83 
 When Ifraet freed from Pharaoh's, hand 61 
 When overwhelm'd with grief 30 
 When ficknefs (hakes the languid fiame 186 
 While fome in tolly's pleafures roll 1 65 
 Whoe'er with humble fear 14 
 With all our pow'rs of heart and tongue 122 
 With chearful notes Jet all the earth 62 
 With glory clad, with ftrength'array'd 46 
 With joy we meditate the grace 156 
 With m} whole heart to thee, O Lord 7 
 With one confent let all the earth 50 
 With penitential grief 73 
 With pleating wonder, Lord, we view 121 
 
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 With rev'rence let the faints appear 42 
 
 With'fongs and honours founding loud. 84 
 
 VTE boundlefs realms of joy 2$ 
 
 * Ye holy fouls, in God rejoice 108 
 
 Ye nations round the earth rejoice 1 44 
 
 Ye fons of men a feeble race 44 
 
 Ye fons of men, in facred lays 89 
 
 Ye that delight to ferve the Lord 60 
 
 Ye that obey th' immortal king 7& 
 
 Ye weak inhabitants of clzy 145 
 

 
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