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M. 2 But in the statutes of the Lord Has plac'd his chief delight ; The way By day he reads or hears the word, And meditates by night. 3 [He, like a plant of gen'rous kind, and end of the By living" waters set, righteoui Safe from the storms of blasting wind, and Enjoys a peaceful state.] 4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair, the wicked. Shall his profession shine ; _ While fruits of holiness appear Like clusters on the viue. 5 Not so the impious and unjust ; What vain designs they form ! Their hopes are blown away like dust, Or chaff, before the storm. 6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand Amongst the sons of grace, When Christ the judge at his right hand Appoints his saints a place. [A] 2 7 His eye beholds the rath they tread, His heart approves it well ; But crooked ways of sinners lead PSALM Down to the gates of hell. 1 HP HE man is ever blest, -*- Who shuns the sinner's ways, 1. Among their councils never stands. S. M. Nor takes the scorner's place ; 2 But makes the law of God The saint His study and delight, happy, Amidst the labours of the day, and the And watches of the night. 3 He like a tree shall thrive, sinner With waters near the root ; miserable. Fresh as the leaf his name shall live, His works are heav'nly fruit. 4 Not so th' ungodly race, They no such blessings find : Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff Before the driving wind. 5 How will they bear to stand Before that judgment-seat, Where all the saints, at Christ's right hand, In full assembly meet? 6 He knows, and he approves, The way the righteous go ; But sinners and their works shall meet ! I 1 A dreadful overthrow. PSALM 1 TTAPPY the man whose cautious feet -*--L Shun the broad way that sinners go; i Who hates the place where atheists meet, ; L. M. And fears to talk as scoffers do. He loves t' employ the mo ruing" light Among the statutes of the Lord ; And spends the wakeful hours of night, With pleasure, pond'ring o'er his word. He, like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green ; 3 PSALM 1. The And heaven will shine with kindest beams difference i On every work his hands begin. But sinners find their councils cross'd ; As chaff before the tempest flies, So shall their hopes be blown and lost, When the last trumpet shakes the skies. In vain the rebel seeks to stand In judgment with the pious race; The dreadful Judge, with stern command. Divides him to a different place. ' Straight is the way my saints have trod) ' I blest the path, and drew it plain ; ' But you would choose the crooked road, 1 And down it leads to endless pain.' between the righteous and the wicked. [11,- TAKER and sov "reign Lord -L** Of heaven, and earth, and seas, Thy providence confirms thy word, And answers thy decrees. The things so long foretold By David, are fulfilled ! When Jews and Gentiles join to slay Jesus, thine holy child.] Why did the Gentiles rage, And Jews, with one accord Bend all their counsels to destroy Th' Anointed of the Lord ? _____ PSALM 2. S.M. Translated | according to the divine : pattern. lActs iv. 24, &c. 4 4 Rulers and kings agree To form a vain design ; PSALM Against the Lord their pow'rs unite Against his Christ they join. 2. 5 The Lord derides their rage, And will support his throne : Christ Fie that hath rais'd him from the dead dying, Hath own'd him for his Son. rising, PAUSE. interceding 6 Now he's ascended high, and And asks to rule the earth ; The merit of his blood he pleads, reigning, And pleads his heav'nly birth. 7 He asks, and God bestows A large inheritance ; Far as the world's remotest ends His kingdom shall advance. 8 The nations that rebel Must feel his iron rod ; He'll vindicate those honours well Which he received from God. 9 [Be wise, ye rulers, now, And worship at his throne; With trembling joy, ye people bow To God's exalted Son. 10 If once his wrath arise, Ye perish on the place : Then blessed is the soul that flies PSALM For refuge to his grace.] 1 "117 HY did the nations join to slay * » The Lord's anointed Son ? 2. Why did they cast his laws away, C. M. And tread his gospel down ? 2 The Lord, that sits ahove the skies, Derides their rage helow ; He speaks with vengeance in his eyes, And strikes their spirits through. 6 I call him my eternal Son, 'And raise him from the dead ; 6 I make my holy hill his throne, 6 And wide his kingdom spread. 6 Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy 1 The utmost heathen lands ; t Thy rod of iron shall destroy The rehel that withstands/ Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th* anointed Lord ; Adore the king of heav'nly birth And tremble at his word. With humble love address his throne ; For, if he frown, ye die : Those are secure, and those alone, Who on his grace rely. PSALM CM. The same. WHY did the Jews proclaim their rage? PSALM The Romans why their swords employ? ^ Against the Lord their pow'rs engage, His dear Anointed to destroy ? 6 Come, let us break his bands/ they say; ' This man shall never give us laws :' And thus they cast his yoke away, And nail'd their Monarch to the cross. But God, who high in glory reigns, Laughs at their pride, their rage controls; Hell vex their hearts with inward pains,,ascension And speak in thunder to their souls. 1 1 will maintain the King I made, 1 On Zioivs everlasting hill ; L. M. Christ's death, resurrec- tion and 2. L, M. 6 ' My hand shall bring- him from the dead. L ■ And he shall stand your Sov'reign still/ PSALM 5 [His wondrous rising from the earth Makes his eternal Godhead known ; The Lord declares his heav'nly birth, i This day have I begot my Son. 'Ascend, my Son, to my right hand, 'There thou shall ask, and I bestow * The utmost bounds of heathen land; 4 To thee the northern isles shall bow.'] 7 But nations that resist his grace Shall fall beneath his iron stroke ; His rod shall crush his foes with ease, As potters' earthen work is broke. # PAUSE. 8 Now, ye that sit on earthly thrones, Be wise, and serve the Lord the Lamb ; Now at his feet submit your crowns, Rejoice and tremble at his name. 9 With humble love address the Son, Lest he grow angry, and ye die ; His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, If ye provoke his jealousy. 10 His storms shall drive you quick to hell, He is a God, and ye but dust: Happy the souls that know him well, And make his grace their only trust. PSALM 1 A FY God, how manv are mv fears ! -*J- How 3- C. M. fast my foes increase ! Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 The lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven : And all my swelling sins appear Too big* to be forgiv'n. But thou, my glory and my strength, Shalt on the tempter b Shalt silence all my threat'ning guilt, And raise my drooping I [I cried, and from his holy hill He bow'd ■ listening ear : I call'd my Father and my God, And he subdu'd my tear. He shed soft slumbers on mine eye-. In spite of all my i I 'woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.] 6* What though the hosts of death and hell. All arm'd against me stood ? Terrors no more shall shake my soul ; My refuge is my God. 7 Arise. 0 Lord, fulfil thy grace, While I thy glory sing : My God has broke the serpent's teeth. And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save : Blessings attend thy people here. And reach bevond the grave. PSALM 3. c. n Doubts and fears suppressed or. God our defence. 0 L( U In LORD, how many are my foes, this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompose : But my defence and hope is God. PSALM 3. ver. 1. 5. S. L. M. PSALM 3- L. M. A Morning: Psalm. PSALM ver. 1,2.3, 5,6, 7- L.M. Hearing of prayer , or, God our portion, and Christ our hope. 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd my evening cry; Thou heard'st when I began to pray, And thine almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by th' heavenly aid, I laid me down and slept secure ; Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more, 4 But God sustained me all the night ; Salvation doth to God belong; He rais'd my head to see the light. And make his praise my morning song. /~\ GOD of grace and righteousness! " Hear and attend when I complain ; Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress, Bow down thy gracious ear again. Ye sons of men, in vain ye try To turn my glory into shame : How long will scoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Saviour's name ? Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside ; He hears the cry of penitents, For the dear sake of Christ that died. When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pardning grace. Let the unthinking many say * Who will bestow some earthly good ? But, Lord, thy light and love we pray, Our souls desire this heav'nly food. 6 Then shall my cheerful pow'rs rejoice At grace and favours so divine ; Nor will I change my happy choice, For all their corn, and ail their wine. IORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray; J I am for ever thine : I fear hefore thee all tiie dwy, Nor would I dare to sin. 2 And while I rest my weary head, From cares and hus'ness free, 'Tis sweet conversing on my bed With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this ev'ning sacrifice ; And when my work is done, Great God ! my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to peace I'll give mine eyes to sleep ; Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep. 1 f ORD, in the morning thou shalt hear -" My voice ascending high ; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye : 2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his father's throne Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God before whose sight The wicked shall not stand ; Sinners shall ne'er he thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 10 PSALM 5. C. M. But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there ; I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear. O may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness, Make every path of duty straight And plain before my face ! PAUSE. 6 My watchful enemies combine To tempt my feet astray ; They flatter with a base design To make my soul their prey. Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy ; While those that in thy mercy trust For ever shout for joy. 8 The men that love and fear thy name, Shall see their hopes fulfill'd ; The mighty God will compass them With favour as a shield. PSALM 6. CM. Complaint in sickness ; or, diseases healed. 1 TN anger, Lord, rebuke me not; -L Withdraw thy dreadful storm ; Nor let thy fury grow so hot Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain opprest ; My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. Sorrow and pain wear out my days ; I waste the night with cries ; Counting the minutes as they pass, Till the slow morning rise. Shall I be still tormented more? My eye consumed with grief ? How long", my God, how long before Thine hand affords relief? He hears when dust and ashes speak, He pities all our groans ; He saves us for his mercy's sake, And heals our broken bones. The virtue of his so v* reign word Restores our fainting breath ; For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. 1 T ORD, I can suffer thy rebukes, -■^When thou with kindness dost chastise; Rut thy fierce wrath I cannot bear ; O let it not against me rise. Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thy heavy hand hath made, 0 let thy gentler touches heal. 3 See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief consumes and dims my sight. 4 Look how the pow'rs of nature mourn ! How long, Almighty God, how long ? When shall thine hour of grace return ? When shall I make thy grace my song? 1 feel ray flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 11 PSALM 6. C. M. PSALM 6. L. M. Tempta- tions in sickness overcome by prayer. 12 PSALM 7. C. M. God's care of his people and' punish- ment of persecutors 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart ; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart. 3 A Y trust is in my heav'nly friend, My hope in thee, my God ; Rise, and my helpless soul defend From those that seek my blood. With insolence and fury they My soul in pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey When no deliverer's near. If I had e'er provok'd them first, Or once abus'd my foe, Then let him tread my life to dust And lay my honour low. If there be malice hid in me, (I know thy piercing eyes) I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise. Arise, my God, lift up thine hand, Their pride and power control ; Awake to judgment, and command DehVrance for my soul. PAUSE. 6 [Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust ; Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just ? He knows the heart, he tries the reins He will defend th' upright : His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite. 8 For me their malice dig-g-'d a pit, But there themselves are cast; My God makes all their mischief light On their own heads at last.] That cruel persecuting- race Must feel his dreadful sword : Awake, my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord. OLORD, our heav'nly King, Thy name is all divine ; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heav'ns they shine. When to thy works on high I raise my wond'ring eyes, And see the moon, complete in light, Adorn the darksome skies ; When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms, Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, Akin to dust and worms ! Lord, what is worthless man, That thou should'st love him so? Next to thine angels is he plac'd, And lord of all helow. Thy honours crown his head, While beasts like slaves obey, And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea. How rich thy bounties are ! And wondrous are thy ways ; Of dust and worms thy power can frame A monument of praise. [Out of the mouths of babes And sucklings thou canst draw 14 PSALM 8. CM. Christ's condescen- sion and glorifica- tion. Surprising" honours to thy name, And strike the world with awe. O Lord, our heav'nly King, Thy name is all divine ; Thy glories round the earth are spread. And o'er the heavens they shine.] f\ LORD, our God ! how wondrous great " Is thine exalted name ! The glories of thy heavenly state Let men and habes proclaim. 2 When I behold thy works on high, The moon that rules the night, And stars that well adorn the sky, Those moving worlds of light ; Lord, what is man, or all his race, Who dwells so far below, That thou should'st visit him with grace And love his nature so ! That thine eternal Son should hear To take a mortal form, Made lower than his angels are, To save a dying worm ! [Yet, while he liv'd on earth unknown, And men would not adore, Th' ohedient seas and fishes own His Godhead and his pow'r. The waves lie spread beneath his feet ; And fish, at his command, Bring their large shoals to Peter's net And tribute of his hand. These lesser glories of the Son Shone through the fleshly cloud ; Noav we behold him on his throne, And men confess him God,] Let him be crown'd with Majesty, Who bow'd his head to death ; And be his honours sounded high. By all things that have breath. 9 Jesus, cur Lord ! how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heav'nly state Let the whole earth proclaim. 1 A LMIGHTY Ruler of the skies ! ■£*- Through the wide earth thy name is And thine eternal glories rise [spread, O'er all the heavens thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young A monument of honour raise ; And babes, with unins true ted tongue, Declare the wonders of thy praise. Thy power assists their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground ; To still the bold blasphemer's rage, And all their policies confound. Children amidst thy temple throng, To see their great Redeemer's face The son of David is their song, And young hosannas fill the place. The frowning scribes and angry priests In vain their impious cavils bring ; Revenge sits silent in their breasts, While Jewish babes proclaim their King 1 T ()RD,whatwasman,whenmadeatnrst -*-^ Adam, the offspring of the dust, That thou should'st set him, and his race Rut just below an angel's place ? 16 PSALM s. Ver. 3. &c, p araphra- scd. PART II. Adam and Christ, lords of the t old & new creation. That thou should'st raise bis nature so, And make him lord of all below ; Make ev'ry beast and bird submit, And lay the fishes at his feet ! But oh, what brighter glories wait To crown the second Adam's state ! What honours shall thy Son adorn, Who condescended to be born ! See him below his angels made, See him in dust among the dead, To save a ruin'd world from sin ; But he shall reign with power divine. The world to come, redeem'd from all The mis'ries that attend the fall, New made and glorious, shall submit At our exalted Saviour's feet. PSALM 1 9. PART I. CM. ■ Wrath and| mercy from the 3 final judg I ment-seat. 7 WITH my wholeheart I'll raisemy song, Thy wonders I'll proclaim ; Thou sov'reign Judge of right and wrong Wilt put my foes to shame. I'll sing thy majesty and grace : My God prepares his throne, To judge the world in righteousness, And make his vengeance known. Then shall the Lord a refuge prove For all the poor opprest ; To save the people of his love, And give the weary rest. The men that know thy name will trust In thine abundant grace; For thou hast ne'er forsook the just, Who humbly sought thy face. Sing praises to the righteous Lord, Who dwells on Zion's hill ; Who executes his threat* n in g word, And doth his grace fulfil. 17 9. C. M. Wr. 2. PART II. The wis- dom an I equity of Providence 1T1THEN the great Judge supreme arid just PSALM ' » Shall once inquire for blood, The humble souls that mourn in dust Shall find a faithful God. 2 He from the dreadful gates of death Doth his own children raise ; In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath, They sing their Father's praise. 3 His foes shall fall with heedless feet Into the pit they made ; And sinners perish in the net That their own hands have spread. i Thus by thy judgments, mighty God ! Are thy deep counsels known ; When men of mischief are destroy'd, The snare must be their own. PAUSE. 5 The wicked shall sink down to hell ; Thy wrath devour the lands That dare forget thee, or rebel Against thy known commands. 6 Though saints to sore distress are brought And wait, and still complain, Their cries shall not be long forgot, Nor shall their hopes be vain. [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat, To judge and save the poor ; Let nations tremble at they feet, And man prevail no more. m 18 PSALM 10. C. M. Prayer heard, saints saved and oppressors punished, 8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain ; Make them confess that thou art God, And they but feeble men.] 1 Xy HY doth the Lord stand off so far, * * And why conceal Ins face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress ? 2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and thy power ? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still thy saints devour ? 3 They put thy judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor; They boast of their exalted height, That they shall fall no more. 4 Arise, () God ! lift up thine hand, Attend our humble cry: No enemy shall dare to stand, When God ascends on high, 5 Why do the men of malice rage, And say, with foolish pride, 'The God of heav'n will ne'er engage 'To fight on Zion's side ? 6 But thou for ever art our Lord, And powerful is thine hand ; As wThen the heathens felt thy sword, And perish'd from they land. 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause thine ear to hear ; He hearkens what his children say. And puts the world in fear. Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the just; And mighty sinners shall confess They are but earth and dust. IV/TY refuge is the God of love : J-*l- Why do my foes insult, and cry, 'Fly, like a tim'rous trembling' dove, 'To distant woods or mountains fly ?' If government be all destroy'd, (That firm foundation of our peace)^ And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress ? The Lord in heav'n hath fix'd his throne, His eyes survey the world below ; To him all mortal things are known, His eyelids search our spirits through. If he afflicts his saints so far To prove their love, and try their grace What may the bold transgressors fear ? His very soul abhors theirs ways. On impious wretches he shall rain Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death, Such as he kindled on the plain +Of Sodom with his angry breath, f) The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere ; And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear, e PSALM 11. L. M God k>ves> 1 T ORD, if thou dost not soon appear, -" Virtue and truth will fly away ; A faithful man amongst us here Will scarce be found, if thou delay. & 20 PSALM 12. L. M. The saint's safety and hope in evil times. 7 The whole discourse, when neighbours Is fill'd with trifles loose and vain ; [meet, Their lips are flatt'ry and deceit, And their proud language is profane. But lips that with deceit abound Shall not maintain their triumph long ; The God of vengeance will confound The flatt'ring and blaspheming tongue. 8 Yet shall our words be free,' they cry ; 4 Our tongues shall be controll'd by none: 8 Where is the Lord will ask us why ? 6 Or say our lips are not our own ? The Lord, who sees the poor opprest, And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain, Will rise to give his children rest, Nor shall they trust his word in vain. Thy word, O Lord ! though often tried, Void of deceit shall still appear ; Not silver, sev'n times purified From dross and mixture, shines so clear. Thy grace shall in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm ; Thou when the vilest men have pow'r, On ev'ry side will sinners swarm. PSALM 12. C. M Complaint of a general corruption of manners. HELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail, Religion loses ground ; The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound. Their oaths and promises they break, Yet act the flatt'rer's part : With fair deceitful lips they speak, And with a double heart. If we reprove some hateful lie, How is their fury stirr'd ! 6 Are not our lips our own ?' they cry, 1 And who shall be our Lord ?' Scoffers appear on every side, Where a vile race of men Are raised to seats of pow'r and pride, And bear the sword in vain. PAUSE. Lord, when iniquities abound, And blasphemy grows bold, When faith is hardly to be found, And love is waxing- cold ; Is not thy chariot hast'ning on ? Hast thou not giv'n the sign ? May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine ? I Yes,' saith the Lord, ' now will I rise, 6 And make oppressors flee ; I I shall appear to their surprise. 6 And set my servants free.' 8 Thy word, like silver sev'n times tried, Through ages shall endure : The men that in thy truth confide Shall find thy promise sure. 1 TTOW long, O Lord, shall I complain, JLA Like one that seeks his God in vain? Canst thou thy face for ever hide, And I still pray and be denied ? 2 Shall I for ever be forgot, As one whom thou regardest not ? Still shall my soul thine absence mourn, And still despair of thy return ? 3 How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts opprest, Pleading with God under desertion ; or, hope in darkness 22 PSALM 13. L. M. PSALM 13- C. M. Complaint under the tempta- tions of the devil. And satan, my malicious foe, Rejoice to see me sunk so low ? Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, Before my death concludes my grief : If thou withhold'st thy heav'nly light, I sleep in everlasting night. How will the powers of darkness boast, If but one praying soul be lost! But I have trusted in thy grace, And shall again behold thy face. 6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; My heart shall feel thy love, and raise My cheerful voice to songs of praise. 1 TTOW long wilt thou conceal thy face, *— L >jy God, how long delay ? When shall I feel those heav'nly rays That chase my fears away ? 2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul Wrestle and toil in vain ? Thy word can all my foes control, And ease my raging pain. See how the prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts ; He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. Be thou my sun, be thou my shield ; My soul in safety keep ; Make haste, before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. How will the tempter boast aloud, If I become his prey ! Behold the sons of hell grow proud At thy so long delay. But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And satan hide his head ; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voire with dread. Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace, Where all my hopes have hung-; I shall employ my lips in praise, And vict'ry shall be sung*. FOOLS in their hearts believe and say 'That all religion's vain ; 6 There is no God that reigns on high, * Or minds th' affairs of men.' From thoughts so dreadful and profane Corrupt discourse proceeds ; And in their impious hands are found Abominable deeds. The Lord, from his celestial throne, Look'd down on things below, To find the man that sought his grace, Or did his justice know. By nature all are gone astray, Their practice all the same ; There's none that fears his Maker's hand, There's none that loves his name. Their tongues are us'd to speak deceit, Their slanders never cease ; How swift to mischief are their feet ! Nor know the paths of peace. » Such seeds of sin (that bitter root) In every heart are found ; Nor can they bear diviner fruit, Till grace refine the ground. 23 PSALM PART I. C. M. By nature all men are 1 ARE sinners now so senseless grown, That they the saints devour? PSALM Jbllfeo 24 PSALM 14. PART II. CM. The folly of persecu- tors. PSALM 15. CM. Character of a saint ; or, a citizen of Zion. And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful power? Great God ! appear to their surprise ; Reveal thy dreadful name ; Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hopes to shame. Dost thou not dwell among the just ? And yet our foes deride, That we should make thy name our trust: Great God ! confound their pride. O that the joyful day were come, To finish our distress ! When God shall bring- his children home, Our songs shall never cease. "\TTHO shall inhabit in thy hill, 1* O God of holiness ? Whom will the Lord admit to dwell So near his throne of grace ? 2 The man that walks in pious ways, And works with righteous hands ; That trusts his Maker's promises, And follows his commands. He speaks the meaning of his heart Nor slanders with his tongue ; Will scarce believe an ill report, Nor do his neighbour wrong. 4 The wealthy sinner he contemns, Loves all that fear the Lord ; And though to his own hurt he swears, Still he performs his word. His hands disdain a golden bribe, And never gripe the poor ; This man shall dwell with God on earth. And find his heav'n secure. 1 "\TTHO shall ascend the heavenly place, ' » Great God and dwell before thy face? The man that minds religion now, And humbly walks with God below: 2 Whosehands are pure, whose heart isclean, Whose lips stillspeakthe thing they mean; No slanders dwell upon his tongue ; He hates to do his neighbour wrong. 3 [Scarce will he trust an ill report, Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt ; Sinners of state he can despise, But saints are honor'd in his eyes.] [Firm to his word he ever stood, And always makes his promise good ; Nor dares to change the thing he swears, Whatever pain or loss he bears.] [He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that justice should be sold ; While others gripe and grind the poor, Sweet charity attends his door.] 6 He loves his enemies, and prays For those that curse him to his face ; And doth to all men still the same, That he would hope or wish from them. Yet, when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone ; This is the man thy face shall see, And dwell for ever Lord with thee. 25 PSALM 15. L. M. Religion and Justice, Goodness and Truth. L T)RESERVE me, Lord, in time of need! PSALM J- For succour to the throne I flee, But have no merits there to plead ; : My goodness cannot reach to thee. part i. 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confessed How empty and how poor I am : L. M. 26 PSALM X®. Confession of our poverty ; and saints the best company. PSALM 16. PART II. L. M. Christ's all- suffici- ency, PSALM 16. My praise can never make thee bless'd; Nor add new glory to thy name. Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap Some profit by the good we do : These are the company I keep, These are the choicest friends I know. Let others choose the sons of mirth, To give a relish to their wine ; I love the men of heav'nly birth, Whose thoughts and language are divine, HOW fast their guilt and sorrows rise, Who haste to seek some idol-god ! I will not taste their sacrifice, Their off' rings of forbidden blood. My God provides a richer cup, And nobler food to live upon ; He for my life has offer' d up Jesus, his best beloved Son. His love is my perpetual feast ; By day his counsels guide me right; And be his name for ever bless'd, Who gives me sweet advice by night. I set him still before mine eyes ; At my right hand he stands, prepar'd To keep my soul from all surprise, And be my everlasting guard. WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong; His arm is my almighty prop ; Be glad, my heart ; rejoice, my tongue ; My dying flesh shall rest in hope. M |2 Though in the dust I lay my head, Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave PSALM My soul for ever with the dead, Nor lose thy children in the grave. 3 My flesh shall thy first call obey, Shake off the dust, and rise on high ; Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way, i®« Up to thy throne above the sky. 4 There streams of endless pleasure flow; And full discov'ries of thy grace (Which we but tasted here below) Spread heav'nly joys through all the place. Courage in death, and hope of the resurrec- tion. SAVE me, O Lord, from every foe, In thee my trust I place ; Though all the good that I can do Can ne'er deserve thy grace. Yet, if my God prolong my breath, The saints may profit by it ; The saints, the glory of the earth, The men of my delight. Let heathens to their idols haste, And worship wood and stone; But my delightful lot is cast, Where the true God is known. His hand provides my constant food, He fills my daily cup ; Much am I pleas'd with present good, But more rejoice in hope. 5 God is my portion and my joy ; His counsels are my light ; He gives me sweet advice by day, And gentle hints by night. My soul would all her thoughts approve To his all-seeing eye ; Nor death nor hell my hope shall move, While such a friend is meh. PSALM let. l— s. PART I. C. M. Support and counsel from God, without merit. 28 PSALM 16. PART II. C. M. The death and resurrec- tion of Christ. 1 PSALM 17. S. M. Portion of saints and sinners. 'T SET the Lord before my face, -*- 'He bears my courage up ; ' My heart and tongue their joys express, ' My flesh shall rest in hope. ' My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave 'Where souls departed are; ' Nor quit my body to the grave, ' To see corruption there. ' Thou wilt reveal the path of life, ' And raise me to thy throne ; ' Thy courts immortal pleasures give, ' Thy presence joys unknown.' Thus, in the name of Christ, the Lord, The holy David sung ; And Providence fulfils the word Of his prophetic tongue. Jesus, whom every saint adores, Was crucified and slain : Behold, the tomb its prey restores ! Behold, he lives again ! When shall my feet arise and stand On heaven's eternal hills ! There sits the Son at God's right hand, And there the father smiles.] 1 ARISE, my gracious God, And make the wicked flee ; They are but thy chastising rod, To drive thy saints to thee. Behold, the sinner dies, His haughty words are vain ; Here in this life his pleasure lies. And all beyond is pain. Then let his pride advance, And boast of all his store ; The Lord is my inheritance, My soul can wish no more. I shall behold the face Of my forgiving" God, And stand complete in righteousness Wash'd in my Saviour's blood. There's a new heaven begun, When I awake from death, Dress'd in the likeness of thy Son, And draw immortal breath. 1 T OllD, I am thine; but thou wilt prove -L^ My faith, my patience, and my love : When men of spite against me join, They are the sword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion lie below ; Tis all the happiness they know, 'Tis all they seek; they take their shares And leave the rest among their heirs. What sinners value I resign ; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine ; I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. This life's a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which 1 go Hath joys substantial and sincere : When shall I wake and find me there ? 0 glorious hour ! O blest abode ! 1 shall be near, and like my God ; And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of my soul. 6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, 'Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; Then burst the chains with swreet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise. 29 PSALM i7.: PSALM 17. L. M. The sinner's portion and saint's hope. 30 PSALM 18. PART I. L. M. Deliver- ance from despair ; or, tempta- tions overcome 1 rPHEE will I love, O Lord ray strength* -*- My rock, ray tower, ray high defence ; Thy mighty arm shall he ray trust, For I have found salvation thence. Death, and the terrors of the grave, Stood round me with their dismal shade ; While floods of high temptations rose, And made my sinking soul afraid. I saw the op'ning gates of hell, With endless pains and sorrows there ; Which none but they that feel can tell, While I was hurried to despair. In my distress 1 call'd 'My God !' When 1 could scarce believe him mine; He bowd' his ear to my complaint ; Then did his grace appear divine. [With speed he flew to ray relief, As on a cherub's wing he rode ; Awful and bright as lightning shone The face of my deliv'rer, God.] [Temptations fled at his rebuke, The blast of his almighty breath, He sent salvation from on high, And drew me from the deeps of death.] Great were my fears, my foes were great ; Much was their strength, and more their rage ; But Christ, my Lord, is conqueror still, In all the wars that devils wage. My song for ever shall record That terrible, that joyful hour; And give the glory to the Lord, Due to his mercy and his pow'r. t T ORI), thou hast seen my soul sincere, JL^ Hast made thy truth and love appear; Before mine eyes I set thy laws, And thou hast own'd my righteous cause. 2 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways, I've walk'd upright before thy face; Or, if my feet did e'er depart, Twaa never wilh a wicked heart. 3 What sore temptations broke my rest ! What Avars and stragglings in my breast But through thy grace, that reigns within, I guard against my darling sin : 4 That sin which close besets me still, That works and strives against my will ; When shall thy Spirit's sov'reign power Destroy it, that it rise no more ? 5 [With an impartial hand, the Lord Deals cut to mortals their reward : The kind and faithful souls shall find A God as faithful and as kind. 6 The just and pure shall ever say, Thou art more pure, more just than they ; And men that love revenge shall know, God hath an arm of vengeance too.] 31 PSALM 18. PART II. L. M. Sincerity proved and rewarded. 1 TUST are thy ways, and true thy word, *J Great Rock of my secure abode : Who is a God besides the Lord ? Or where's a refuge like our God ? 2 Tis he that girds me with his might, Gives me his holy sword to wield ; And, while with sin and hell I fight Spreads his salvation for my shield. PSALM 18. Ver. 30, &c. PART III L. M. 32 PSALM 18. Rejoicing l God ; or, salvation and triumph. PSALM 18. PART I. C. M. Victory and triumph over temporal He lives, (and blessed be my rock !) The God of my salvation lives ; The dark designs of hell are broke; Sweet is the peace my Father gives. Before the scoffers of the age I will exalt my Father's name ; Nor tremble at their mighty rage, But meet reproach and bear the shame. To David and his royal seed Thy grace for ever shall extend ; Thy love to saints, in Christ their head, Knows not a limit nor an end. 1 TJI7E love thee, Lord, and we adore ; ' ' Now is thine arm reveal'd : Thou art our strength, our heav'nly tower. Our bulwark and our shield. 2 We fly to our eternal rock, And find a sure defence ; His holy name our lips invoke, And draw salvation thence. 3 When God our leader, shines in arms, What mortal heart can bear The thunder of his loud alarms, The lightning of his spear ? 4 He rides upon the winged wind ; And angels, in array, In millions wait to know his mind, And swift as flames obey. 5 He speaks, and at his fierce rebuke Whole armies are dismay'd ; His voice, his frown, his angry look, Strikes all their courage dead. 6 He forms our gen rals for the field, With all their dreadful skill ; Gives them his awful sword to wield, And makes their hearts of steel. [He arms our captains to the fight, (Though there his name's forgot ;) He girded Cyrus with his might But Cyrus knew him not. 8 Oft has the Lord whole nations bless'd For his own church's sake; The pow'rs that give his people rest, Shall of his care partake.] TO thine almighty arm we owe The triumphs of the day ; Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe, And melt their strength away. 'Tis hy thine aid our troops prevail, And hreak united powr's, Or hum their hoasted fleets, or scale The proudest of their tow'rs. How have we chas'dthem through the field And trod them to the ground, While thy salvation was our shield, But they no shelter found ! In vain to idol-saints they cry, And perish in their hlood ; Where is a rock, so great, so high, So powerful as our God ? The Rock of Israel ever lives, His name he ever hlest ; 'Tis his own arm the victory gives, And gives his people rest. I On kings that reign as David did, He pours his blessings down ; Secures their honours to their seed, And well supports their crown, re] 33 PSALM 13. PART II CM. The Conquer- or's song. 34 PSALM 19. PART I S. M. The Books of Nature and of Scripture. 1 "OEHOLD, the lofty sky -*--) Declares its Maker God, And all his starry works on high Proclaim his power abroad. 2 The darkness and the light Still keep their course the same ; While night to day, and day to night, Divinely teach his name. ^ 3 In every different land Their general voice is known, They show the wonders of his hand, And orders of his throne. 4 Ye British lands, rejoice ; Here he reveals his word : We are not left to nature's voice To bid us know the Lord. 5 His statutes and commands Are set before our eyes ; He puts his gospel in our hands, Where our salvation lies. 5 His laws are just and pure, His truth without deceit ; His promises for ever sure, And his rewards are great. J [Not honey to the taste Affords so much delight; Nor gold that has the furnace pass'd So much allures the sight. 3 While of thy works I sing, Thy glory to proclaim, Accept the praise, my God, my King, In my Redeemer's name.] BEHOLD the morning sun Begins his glorious way ! His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light ; It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight. How perfect is thy word ! And all thy judgments just ! For ever sure thy promise, Lord, And men securely trust. My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given ! 0 ! may I never read in vain, But lind the path to heaven ! PAUSE. I hear thy word with love, And I would fain obey : Send thy good Spirit from above, To guide me, lest I stray. Oh ! who can ever find The errors of Lis ways ? Yet, with a bold, presumptuous mind, I would not dare transgress. Warn me of every sin, Forgive my secret faults ; And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, Whose crimes exceed my thoughts. While with my heart and tongue I spread thy praise abroad, Accept the worship and the song, My Saviour and my God ! [C2] 36 PSALM 19. L. M. The Books of Nature and Scripture compared, " 1 6 PSALM1 19, To the tune of the 113th Psalm. The Books | of Nature \% and of Scripture. rPHE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord, J- In every star thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold £jvy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. The rolling- sun, the changing light, And nights and days, thy power confess ; But the bless'd volume thou hast writ, Reveals thy justice and thy grace. Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand So when thy truth began its race, It touch'd and glanc'd on erery land. Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, Till through the world thy truth has run Till Christ has all the nations bless'd That see the light, or feel the sun. Great Sun of righteousness, arise, Bless the dark world with heavenly light Thy gospel makes the simple wise, Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. Thy noblest wonders here we view, In souls renew'd and sins forgiven : Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heaven GREAT God ! the heavn's well-order'd frame Declares the glories of thy name ; There thy rich works of wonder shine : A thousand starry beauties there, A thousand radiant marks appear, Of boundless power and skill divine. From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light Lectures of heavenly wisdom read : With silent eloquence they raise Our thoughts to our Creator's praise, And neither sound nor language need Yet their divine instructions run Far as the journies of the sun, And every nation knows their voice : The sun, like some young bridegroom dress'd, Breaks from the chambers of the east, Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice. Where'er he spreads his beams abroad, He smiles and speaks his Maker God ; All nature joins to show thy praise. Thus God in every creature shines ; Fair is the book of Nature's lines, But fairer is the book of grace. PAUSE. I love the volumes of thy word ; What light and joy those leaves afford To souls benighted and distress'd ! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way ; Thy fear forbids my feet to stray ; Thy promise leads my heart to rest. > From the discoveries of thy law The perfect rules of life I draw ; These are my study and delight. Not honey so invites the taste, [Nor gold that hath the furnace pass'd Appears so pleasing to the sight. f Thy threat'nings wake my slumbering eyes, And warm me where my danger lies ; But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, That makes my guilty conscience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin, And gives a free but large reward. PSALM 38 PSALM 20. L. M. Prayer and hope of victory. 8 Who knows the errors of his thoughts ? My God, forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain. Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read thy book of grace, And book of nature, not in vain. NOW may the God of power and grace Attend his people's humble cry ! Jehovah hears when Israel prays, And brings deliverance from on high. The name of Jacob's God defends Better than shields or brazen walls ; He from his sanctuary sends Succour and strength when Zion calls. Well he remembers all our sighs ; His love exceeds our best deserts, His love accepts the sacrifice Of humble groans and broken hearts. In his salvation is our hope, And in the name of Israel's God Our troops shall lift their banners up, Our navies spread their flags abroad. Some trust in horses train'd for war, And some of chariots make their boasts ; Our surest expectations are From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts. [Oh, may the memory of thy name Inspire our armies for the fight ! Our foes shall fall and die with sham \ Or quit the field with shameful flight.] Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear, Now let our hopes be firm and strong, Till thy salvation shall appear, And joy and triumph swell the song. PSALM C. M. Our king is the care of heaven. 1 rPHE king-, O Lord, with songs of praise,1 39 -*- Shall in thy strength rejoice ; And, bless'd with thy salvation, raise To heaven his cheerful voice. 2 Thy sure defence through nations round Hath spread his glorious name ; And his successful actions crown'd With majesty and fame. 3 Then let the king on God alone For timely aid rely, His mercy shall support the throne, And all our wants supply. \ But, righteous Lord, bis stubborn foes Shall feel thy dreadful hand ; Thy vengeful arm shall find out those That hate his mild command. 5 When thou against them dost engage, Thy just but dreadful doom Shall like a fiery oven's rage Their hopes and them consume. (5 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rou* power declare, And thus exalt thy fame ; Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare For thy almighty name. 1 "TV AVID rejoie'd in God, his strength, *J Rais'd to the throne by special grace ; But Christ the Son appears at length, Fulfils the triumph and the praise. 2 How great is the Messiah's joy In the salvation of thy hand ! Lord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high, And given the world to his command. 3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will, Nor doth the least request withhold ; PSALM 21. IVer. 1—9. L. M. Christ ex- lalted to the kingdom. 40 PSALM Ver. 1—16, PART I. C. M. The sufferings and death of Christ. Blessing's of love prevent him still, And crowns of glory, not of gold. Honour and majesty divine Around his sacred temples shine; Bless'd with the favour of thy face, And length of everlasting days. Thy hand shall find out all his foes ; And as a fiery oven glows With raging heat and living coals, So shall thy wrath devour their souls. I 'TT7HY has my God my soul forsook, ' ' ' Nor will a smile afford ? ' (Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying hovd.J Though 'tis thy chief delight to dwell Among thy praising saints, Yet thou canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints. Our fathers trusted in thy name, And great deliverance found ; But I'm a worm, despis'd of men, And trodden to the ground. Shaking the head they pass me by, And laugh my soul to scorn ; 6 In vain he trusts in God,' they cry, 4 Neglected and forlorn.' But thou art he who form'd my flesh By thine almighty word ; And since I hung upon the breast, My hope is in the Lord. 6 Why will my father hide his face, When foes stand threat'ning round, In the dark hour of deep distress, And not a helper found ? Behold thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong-, As lions roaring loud. From earth and hell my sorrows meet ; To multiply the smart, They nail my hands, they pierce my feet, And try to vex my heart. Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heavenly Father bruise The Son he loves so well? 10 My God, if possible it be, Withhold this bitter cup ; But I resign my will to thee, And drink the sorrows up. 1 1 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown, In groans I waste my breath ; Thy heavy hand has brought me down Low as the dust of death. 12 Father, I give my spirit up, And trust it in thy hand : My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at thy command, 41 PSALM 22. C. M. 1 ' "1VTOW from the roaring lion's rage, -^ ' O Lord, protect thy Son ; 4 Nor leave thy darling to engage 1 The powers of hell alone.' 2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, With mighty cries and tears ; God heard him in that dreadful day, And chas'd away his fears, PSALM 22. Ver. 20, 27— 31. PART II. C. M. 42 PSALM 22, Christ's sufferings and death, PSALM 22. L. M. Christ's sufferings and exaltation Great was the victory of his death, His throne exalted high, And all the kindreds of the earth Shall worship, or shall die. A numerous offspring must arise From his expiring groans ; They shall be reckon'd in his eyes For daughters and for sons. The meek and humble soul shall see His table richly spread ; And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal fed. 6 The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God ; And nations yet unborn profess Salvation in his blood. 1 1VTOW let our mournful songs record ■^ The dying sorrows of our Lord, When he complain'd, in tears of blood, As one forsaken of his God. 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And shook their heads and laugh'd in scorn 6 He rescued others from the grave, 6 Now let him try himself to save. 3 e This is the man did once pretend 6 God was his Father and his Friend ; 6 If God, the Blessed, lov'd him so, 6 Why doth he fail to help him now ? ' 4 Barbarous people ! cruel priests ! How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour, When God had left him in their power, They wound his head, his hands, his feet, Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which he died. 6 But God, his Father, heard his cry ; Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace. MY Shepherd is the living Lord ; Now shallmy wants be well supplied; His providence and holy word Become my safety and my guide. In pastures where salvation grows He makes me feed, he makes me rest ; There living water gently flows, And all the food's divinely bless'd. My wandering feet his ways mistake, But he restores my soul to peace ; And leads me, for his mercy's sake, In the fair paths of righteousness. Though I walk through the gloomy vale Where death and all its terrors are, My heart and hope shall never fail, For God my Shepherd's with me there Amidst the darkness and the deeps, Thou art my comfort, thou my stay ; Thy staff supports my feeble steps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way. The sons of earth and sons of hell Gaze at thy goodness and repine To see my table spread so well With living bread and cheerful wine. How I rejoice, when on my head Thy spirit condescends to rest ! 'Tis a divine anointing*, shed Like oil of gladness at a feast. 43 PSALM 23. L. M. God our shepherd. i 44 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord Attend his household all their days, There will I dwell to hear his word, To seek his face, and sing" his praise. PSALM 23. C. M. PSALM 23. S. M. MY Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his name ; In pastures fresh he makes me feed, Beside the living* stream. He brings my wandering spirit back When I forsake his ways , And leads me for his mercy's sake, In paths of truth and grace, When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay ; A word of thy supporting- breath Drives all my fears away. 4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes, Doth still my table spread ; My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil anoints my head. The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days ; O may thy house be mine abode, And all my work be praise ! There would I find a settled rest (While others go and come) ; No more a stranger or a guest. But like a child at home. THE Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied ; Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside ? He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, 45 And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, PSALM He doth my soul reclaim ; And guides me in his own right way, 23. For his most holy name. 4 While he affords his aid I cannot yield to fear ; Though I should walk through death's dark My Shepherd's with me there, [shade 5 In sight of all my foes Thou dost my table spread ; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head. 6 The bounties of thy love Shall crown my following days ; Nor from thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise. 1 rPHE earth for ever is the Lord's, -*- With Adam's numerous race ; He rais'd its arches on the floods, PSALM And built it on the seas. 24. 2 But who among the sons of men May visit thine abode ? C. M. He that has hands from mischief clean, Whose heart is right with God. Dwelling 3 This is the man may rise and take with God. The blessings of his grace ; This is the lot of those that seek The God of Jacob's face. 4 Now let our souls' immortal powers To meet the Lord prepare ; Lift up their everlasting doors, The King of Glory's near. 46 PSALM 24. ; l. m. I Saints 1 dwell in j heaven : or, ; Christ's i ascension. The King of Glory ! who can tell The wonders of his might ? He rules the nations ; but to dwell With saints is his delight. 1 HP HIS spacious earth is all the Lord's -*- And men and worms, and beasts and He rais'd the building on the seas, [birds, And gave it for their dwelling place. But there's a brighter world on high, Thy palace, Lord, above the sky ; Who shall ascend that bless'd abode, And dwell so near his Maker, God ? He that abhors and fears to sin, Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean, Him shall the Lord, the Saviour, bless, And clothe his soul with righteousness. These are the men, the pious race, That seek the God of Jacob's face ; These shall enjoy the blissful sight, And dwell in everlasting light. PAUSE. Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high, Behold the King of Glory nigh ! Who can this King of Glory be ? The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he. Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display, To make the Lord, the Saviour way ; Laden with spoils from earth and hell, The Conqueror comes with God to dwell Rais'd from the dead, he goes before, He opens heav'n's eternal door, To give his saints a bless'd abode, Near their Redeemer and their God- r LIFT my soul to God, J- My trust is in his name ; Let not my foes that seek my blood Still triumph in my shame. Sin and the powers of hell Pei>uade me to despair ; Lord, make me know thy covenant well, That I may 'scape the snare. From the first dawning light Till the dark evening rise, For thy salvation, Lord, I wait With ever longing eyes. Remember all thy grace, And lead me in thy truth ; Forgive the sins of riper days, And follies of my youth. The Lord is just and kind ; The meek shall learn his ways, And every humble sinner find The methods of his grace. For his own goodness' sake He saves my soul from shame ; He pardons (thou my guilt be great) Through my Redeemer's name. WHERE shall the man be found That fears t'offend his God ? That loves the gospel's joyful sound, And trembles at the rod? The Lord shall make him know The secrets of his heart ; The wonders of his covenant show, And all his love impart. The dealings of his hand Are truth and mercy still, 48 With such as to his covenant stand, , And love to do his will. 4 Their souls shall dwell at ease Before their Maker's face ; 1 Their seed shall taste the promises In their extensive grace. j PSALM 1 11 /TINE eyes and my desire -L*-*- Are ever to the Lord ; 25. 1 I love to plead his promises, IVer. 15-22 And rest upon his word. PART III. 2 Turn, turn thee to my soul, Bring* thy salvation near: S. M. When will thy hand release my feet Out of the deadly snare ? Distress of 3 When shall the sovereign grace bouI ; or, Of my forgiving God Back- Restore me from those dangerous ways sliding and My wandering feet have trod ? 4 The tumult of my thoughts desertion. Doth but enlarge my woe ; My spirit languishes, my heart Is desolate and low. 5 With every morning light My sorrow new begins ; Look on my anguish and my pain, And pardon all my sins. PAUSE 6 Behold the hosts of hell, How cruel is their hate ! Against my life they rise, and join Their fury with deceit. 7 0 keep my soul from death, Nor put my hope to shame, For I have plac'd my only trust In my Redeemer's name. 49 8 With humble faith I wait To see thy face again ; Of Israel, let it ne'er be said, ' He sought the Lord in vain.' PSALM 1 TUDGE me, 0 Lord, and prove my ways *J And try my reins, and try my heart ; 26. My faith upon thy promise stays, Nor from thy law my feet depart. L. M. 2 I hate to walk, I hate to sit, With men of vanity and lies : Self- ex- The scoffer and the hypocrite amination ; Are the abhorrence of mine eyes. 3 Amongst thy saints will I appear or, With hands well wash'd in innocence : evidences But when I stand before thy bar, of The blood of Christ is my defence. grace. 4 I love thy habitation, Lord, The temple where thine honours dwell ; There shall I hear thy holy Avord, And there thy works of wonder tell. 5 Let not my soul be join'd, at last, With men of treachery and blood ; Since I my days on earth have pass'd Among the saints, and near my God. PSALM 1 rpiIE Lord of Glory is my light, J- And my salvation too : 27, God is my strength, nor will I fear Ver. 1—6. What all my foes can do. 2 One privilege my heart desires ; PART I. 0 grant me an abode C. M. CD] 50 PSALM 27. The Church is our delight and safety. Among the churches of thy saints, The temples of my God. 3 There shall 1 offer my requests, And see thy beauty still ; Shall hear thy messages of love, And there inquire thy will. When troubles rise, and storms appear, There may his children hide ; God has a strong pavilion, where He makes my soul abide. Now shall my head be lifted high Above my foes around, And songs of joy and victory Within thy temple sound. PSALM 27. Ver. 8, 9, 13, 14. PART II. C. M. Prayer and hope. SOON as I heard my Father say 6 Ye children, seek my grace ; My heart replied, without delay, 6 Til seek my father's face.' Let not thy face be hid from me, Nor frown my soul away ; God of my life, I fly to thee, In a distressing day. 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 supply. My fainting flesh had died with grief, Had not my soul believ'd To see thy grace provide relief ; Nor was my hope deceiv'd. Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints, And keep your courage up ; He'll raise your spirit when it faints, And far exceed your hope. 1 /^ IVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame, ^-J Give to the Lord renown and power ; Ascribe due honours to his name, And his eternal might adore. 2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud, Over the ocean and the land ; His voice divides the watery cloud, And lightnings blaze at his command. He speaks ; and tempest, hail, and wind, Lay the wide forest bare around ; The fearful hart, and frighted hind, Leap at the terror of the sound. To Lebanon he turns his voice, And, lo ! the stately cedars break ; The mountains tremble at the noise, The valleys roar the deserts quake. The Lord sits sovereign on the flood, The Thunderer reigns for ever king ; But makes his church his bless'd abode, Where we his awful glories sing. 6 In gentler language there, the Lord The counsels of his grace imparts ; Amidst the raging storm, his word Speaks peace and courage to our hearts. PSALM Z9. L. M. Storm and thunder. I WILL extol thee, Lord, on high, At thy command diseases fly : Who but a God can speak and save From the dark borders of the grave ? Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his, And tell how large his goodness is : Let all your powers rejoice and bless, While you record his holiness. His anger but a moment stays ; His love is life and length of days : [D2j 51 PSALM 30. PART I. L. M. Sickness healed and sorrow removed. 52 PSALM 3®. Ver. 6, PART II. L. M. Health, sickness and recovery. PSALM <3 Jl-n ^.5,13— 19, 22, 23. PART I. C. M. Though grief and tears the night employ, The morning star restores the joy. [ T^ I RM was my health, my day was bright, -L And I presurn'd 'twould ne'er be night: Fondly I said within my heart, 6 Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart.' 2 But I forgot thine arm was strong, Which made my mountain stand so long ; Soon as thy face began to hide, My health was gone, my comforts died. 3 I cried aloud to thee, my God, 6 What canst thou profit by my blood? 6 Deep in the dust can I declare ' Thy truth, or sing thy goodness there ? 1 ' Hear me, O God of grace, I said,' 6 And bring me from among the dead :' Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt, Thy pardoning love remov'd my guilt. 3 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe, Are turn'd to joy and praises now ; I throw my sackcloth on the ground, And ease and gladness gird me round. 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame, Shall ne'er be silent of thy name ; Thy praise shall sound thro' earth and heav'n, For sickness heal'd, and sins forgiv'n. 1 TNTO thine hand, O God of truth, J- My spirit I commit ; Thou hast redeem'd my soul from death, And sav'd me from the pit. 2 The passions of my hope and fear Maintain'd a doubtful strife ; While sorrow, pain, and sin conspir'd 53 To take away my life. 3 c My times are in thine hand,' I cried, PSALM 6 Though I draw near the dust;' Thou art the refuge where I hide. 31. The God in whom I trust. Deliver- 4 0 make thy reconciled face ance from Upon thy servant shine ; And sare me, for thy mercy's sake, death. For I'm entirely thine. PAUSE 5 ['Twas in my haste my spirit said, 'I must despair and die ; 6 1 am cut off before thine eyes ;' But thou hast heard my cry.] 6 Thy goodness, how divinely free ! How wondrous is thy grace, To those that fear thy majesty, And trust thy promises ! 7 0 love the Lord, all ye his saints, And sing his praises loud ; He'll bend his ear to your complaints, And recompense the proud. PSALM 1 ]\TY heart rejoices in thy name. -L'J- My God, my help, my trust ; 31. Thou hast preserv'd my face from shame, Ver. ;— 13, Mine honour from the dust. 18—21. 2 ' My life is spent with grief,' I cried, PART II. ' My years consumed in groans ; C. M. 4 My strength decays, mine eyes are dried, Deliver- ' And sorrow wastes my bones.' ance from 3 Among mine enemies my name slander and Was a mere proverb grown ; reproach. 54 PSALM 31* While to my neighbours I "became Forgotten and unknown. Slander and fear, on every side, Seiz'd and beset me round ; I to the throne of grace applied, And speedy rescue found. PAUSE. How great deliverance thou hast wrought Before the sons of men ! The lying lips to silence brought, And made their boastings vain ! 6 Thy children from the strife of tongues Shall thy pavilion hide ; Guard them from infamy and wrongs, And crush the sons of pride. Within thy secret presence, Lord, Let me for ever dwell ; No fenced city, wall'd and barr'd, Secures a saint so well. PSALM 32. S. M. Sins forgiven when confessed and forsaken. r 0 BLESSED souls are they Whose sins are cover'd o'er ! Divinely bless'd, to whom the Lord Imputes their guilt no more ! They mourn their follies past, And keep their hearts with care ; Their lips and lives without deceit Shall prove their faith sincere. While I conceal'd my guilt, I felt the festering wound ; 'Till I confess'd my sins to thee, And ready pardon found. Let sinners learn to pray ; Let saints keep near the throne ; Our help in times of deep distress, Is found in God alone. 1 TTAPPY the man to whom his God J-J- No more imputes his sin ; But wash'd in the Redeemer's blood, Hath made his garments clean. Happy beyond expression, he Whose debts are thus discharg'd ; And from the guilty bondage free, He feels his soul enlarg'd. His spirit hates deceit and lies ; His words are all sincere ; He guards his heart, he guards his eyes, To keep his conscience clear. While I my inward grief suppress'd, No quiet could I find ; Thy wrath lay burning in my breast, And rack'd my torturM mind. 5 Then I confess'd my troubPd thoughts, My secret sins reveald ; Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults, Thy grace my pardon seal'd. 6 This shall invite thy saints to pray : When like a raging flood, Temptations rise, our strength and stay Is a forgiving God. 55 PSALM 32- C. M. Free pardon and sincere obedience. TDLESS'D is the man, for ever bless'd, ■*-* Whose guilt is pardon'd by his God; Whose sins with sorrow are confess'd, And cover'd with a Saviour's blood. Bless'd is the man to whom the Lord Imputes not his iniquities. PSALM 32. PART I. L. M. 56 PSALM 32. Repent- ance and free pardon PSALM PART II. L. M. A guilty conscience eased by confession and pardon. PSALM 33. PART I C. M. He pleads no merit of reward, And not on works but grace relies. From guile his heart and lips are free ; His humble joy, his holy fear, With deep repentance well agree, And join to prove his faith sincere. How glorious is that righteousness That hides and cancels all his sins ! While a bright evidence of grace Through his whole life appears and shines, T17HILE I keep silence, and conceal * » My heavy guilt within my heart, What torments doth my conscience feel ! What agonies of inward smart! I spread my sins before the Lord, And all my secret faults confess; Thy gospel speaks a pard'ning word, Thy Holy Spirit seals the grace. For this shall every humble soul Make swift addresses to thy seat : When floods of huge temptations roll, There shall they find a blest retreat. How safe beneath thy wings 1 lie, When days grow dark and storms appear! And when I walk, thy watchful eye Shall guide me safe from every snare. 1 T)EJOICE ye righteous in the Lord: J-V This work belongs to you: Sing of his name, his ways, his word, How holy, just and true ! 2 His mercy and his righteousness Let heaven and earth proclaim ; His works of nature and of grace Reveal his wondrous name. His wisdom and almighty word The heavenly arches spread ; And by the Spirit of the Lord Their shining hosts were made. He bids the liquid waters flow To their appointed deep ; The flowing seas their limits know, And their own station keep. Ye tenants of the spacious earth, With fear before him stand ; He spake, and nature took its birth, And rests on his command. He scorns the angry nations' rage, And breaks their vain designs ; His counsel stands through every age, And in full glory shines. 1 T)LESS'D is the nation, where the Lord -*-* Hath fix'd his gracious throne ; Where he reveals his heav'nly word, And calls their tribes his own. 2 His eyes with infinite survey, Do the whole world behold ; He form'd us all of equal clay, And knows our feeble mould. 3 Kings are not rescued by the force Of armies from the grave ; Nor speed nor courage of a horse Can the bold rider save. 4 Vain is the strength of beasts or men, To hope for safety thence ; But holy souls from God obtain A strong and sure defence. 57 PSALM 33. Works of creation and providence PSALM 33. PART II. C. M. Creatures vain, and God all- sufficient. 58 PSALM 33. As the 113th. PART I. Works of creation and providence God is their fear, and God their trust, When plagues or famine spread ; His watchful eye secures the just Among ten thousand dead. Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice, And bless us from thy throne ; For we have made thy word our choice, And trust thy grace alone. lXTE holy souls in God rejoice, J- Your Maker's praise becomesyour voice Great is your theme, your songs be new Sing of his name, his word, his ways, His works of nature and of grace, How wise and holy, just and true ! 2 Justice and truth he ever loves, And the whole earth his goodness proves; His word the heavenly arches spread : How wide they shine from north to south ! And by the spirit of his mouth Were all the starry armies made. 3 He gathers the wide-flowing seas, (Those watery treasures know their place) In the vast storehouse of the deep : He spake, and gave all nature birth ; And fires and seas, and heaven and earth, His everlasting orders keep. 4 Let mortals tremble, and adore A God of such resistless power, Nor dare indulge their feeble rage : Vain areyour thoughts and weakyour hands But his eternal counsel stands, And rules the world from age to age. 0 HAPPY nation, where the Lord Reveals the treasures of his word, And builds his church, his earthlythrone His eye the heathen world surveys ; Heform'd their hearts, he knows their ways, But God, their Maker is unknown. Let kings rely upon their host, And of his strength the champion boast ; In vain they boast, in vain rely : Jn vain we trust the brutal force, Or speed or courage of a horse, To guard his rider, or to fly. 3 The eye of thy compassion, Lord, Doth more secure defence afford, When death or dangers threat'ning stand: Thy watchful eye preserves the just, Who make thy name their fear and trust. When wars or famine waste their land, In sickness, or the bloody field, Thou our Physician, thou our Shield, Send us salvation from thy throne ; We wait to see thy goodness shine, Let us rejoice in help divine, For all our hope is God alone. 1 J" ORD, I will bless thee all my days, -*-* Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue; My soul shall glory in thy grace, While saints rejoice to hear the song. 2 Come, magnify the Lord with me ; Come, let us all exalt his name ; I sought th' eternal God, and he Has not expos 'd my hope to shame. PSALM God's care of the saints ; or, deliverance by prayer. 60 Religious education or, instruc- tions of piety. 3 1 told him all my secret grief, My secret groaning reach'd his ears ; He gave my inward pains relief, And calm'd the tumult of my fears. 4 To him the poor lift up their eyes, Their faces feel the heavenly shine ; A beam of mercy from the skies Fills them with light and joy divine. 5 His holy angels pitch their tents Around the men that serve the Lord : O fear and love him, all his saints ! Taste of his grace, and trust his word. 6 The wild young lions, pinch'd with pain And hunger, roar through all the wood ; But none shall seek the Lord in vain, Nor want supplies of real good. /CHILDREN, in years and knowledge v^ young, Your parents' hope, your parent's joy, Attend the counsels of my tongue ; Let pious thoughts your minds employ. If you desire a length of days, And peace to crown your mortal state, Restrain your feet from impious ways, Your lips from slander and deceit. The eyes of God regard his saints, His ears are open to their cries : He sets his frowning face against The sons of violence and lies. To humble souls, and broken hearts, God with his grace is ever nigh; Pardon and hope his love imparts, When men in deep contrition lie. He tells their tears, hecountstheirgroans; His Son redeems their souls from death : His Spirit heals their broken bones ; They in his praise employ their breath. 1 T'LL bless the Lord from day to day ; -L How good are all his ways ! Ye humble souls, that use to pray, Come, help my lips to praise. 2 Sing, to the honour of his name, How a poor sufferer cried, Nor was his hope expos'd to shame, Nor was his suit denied. 3 When threatening sorrows round me stood And endless fears arose, Like the loud billows of a flood, Redoubling- all my woes ; I told the Lord my sore distress, With heavy groans and tears ; He gave my sharpest torments ease, And silenc'd all my fears. PAUSE. [O sinners ! come and taste his love ; Come, learn his pleasant ways ; And let your own experience prove The sweetness of his grace. 6 He bids his angels pitch their tents Round where his children dwell ; What ills their heavenly care prevents, No earthly tongue can tell.] O love the Lord, ye saints of his ! His eye regards the just ; How richly blest their portion is Who make the Lord their trust ! 61 PSALM 34. Ver. 1--10. PART I. c. :>i. Prayer and praise for eminent deliveran- ces. 62 8 Young lions, pinch'd with hunger, roar, And famish in the wood ; But God supplies his holy poor With every needful good. PSALM Ver. 11-22 PART II. CM. Exhort- ations to peace and holiness. PSALM 35. COME, children, learn to fear the Lord; And, that your days he long, Let not a false or spiteful word Be found upon your tongue. Depart from mischief, practice love, Pursue the works of peace ; So shall the Lord your ways approve, And set your souls at ease, His eyes awake to guard the just, His ears attend their cry ; When broken spirits dwell in dust, The God of grace is nigh. What, though the sorrows here they taste Are sharp and tedious too, The Lord who saves them all at last. Is their supporter now. Evil shall smite the wicked dead, But God secures his own ; Prevents the mischief when they slide, Or heals the broken bone. When desolation like a flood, O'er the proud sinner rolls, Saints find a refuge in their God, For he redeems their souls. 1 1VJOW plead my cause Almighty God, -^ With all the sons of strife ; And fight against the men of blood, Who fight against my life. ^ 2 Draw out thy spear, and stop their way ; Lift thine avenging- rod ; But to my soul in mercy say, 6 1 am thy Saviour God.' 3 They plant their snares to catch my feet, And nets of mischief spread ; Plunge the destroyers in the pit That their own hands have made. 4 Let fogs and darkness hide their way, And slippery he their ground, Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey, And all their ra^e confound. 5 They fly, like chaff hefore the wind, Before thine angry breath ; The angel of the Lord behind Pursues them down to death. 6 They love the road that leads to hell ; Then let the rebels die, Whose malice is implacable Against the Lord on high. But, if thou hast a chosen few Amongst that impious race Divide them from the bloody crew By thy surprising grace. 8 Then will I raise my tuneful voice, To make thy wonders known ; In their salvation I'll rejoice, And bless thee for my own. 1 T) EH OLD the love, the generous love ■*-* That holy David shows ! Hark, how his sounding bowels move To his afflicted foes ! 2 When they are sick, his soul complains, And seems to feel the smart ; 64 The spirit of the gospel reigns, And melts his pious heart. How did his flowing tears condole, As for a brother dead ! And fasting, mortified his soul, While for their life he pray'd. They groan'd, and curs'd him on their bed, Yet still he pleads and mourns ; And double blessings on his head The righteous God returns. O glorious type of heavenly grace ! Thus Christ, the Lord, appears : While sinners curse, the Saviour prays, And pities them with tears. 6 He, the true David, Israel's King, Bless'd and belov'd of God, To save us rebels, dead in sin, Paid his own dearest blood. L. M. The and HIGH in the heavens eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines ; Thy truth shall break through every cloud That veils and darkens thy designs. For ever firm thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep ; Wise are the wonders of thy hands ; Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 Thy providence is kind and large, Both men and beast thy bounty share ; The whole creation is thy charge, But saints are thy peculiar care. My God ! how excellent thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort springs! The sons of Adam, in distress, Fly to the shadow of thy wings. From the provisions of thy house. We shall he fed with sweet repast; There mercy like a river flows, And brings salvation to our taste. Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the presence of the Lord ; And in thy light our souls shall B< The glories promis'd in thy word. 65 M exposed. 1 T17TIILL men grow hold in wicked ways, PSALM " And yet a God they own. My heart within me often says, ,>Uq ' Their thoughts believe there's none." \"« -r. i.-.. i 2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare. (Whate'er their lij>s profess,) C. ' God hath no wrath for them to fear, 1 Nor will they seek his grace.1 Practical What strange self-flattery blinds their eyes ! Atheism Hut there's an hast'ning hour, When they shall see, with sore surprise, The terrors of thy power. Thy justice shall maintain its throne, Though mountains melt away j Thy judgements are a world unknown, A deep, unfathonvd sea. Above the heaven's created rounds, Thy mercies, Lord, extend ; Thy truth outlives the narrow hounds Where time and nature end. 6 Safety to man thy goodness brings, Nor overlooks the beast ; Beneath the shadow of thy wings, Thy children choose to rest. [From thee, when creature-streams run low And mortal comforts die, [E] 66 PSALM 36. Ver. 1—7. S. M. The wickedness of man, and the majesty of God. Perpetual springs of life shall flow, And raise our pleasures high. 8 Though all created light decay, And death close up our eyes, Thy presence makes eternal day, Where clouds can never rise.] T17HEN man grows bold in sin, ' * My heart within me cries, ' He hath no faith of God within, 8 Nor fear before his eyes.' [He walks awhile concealed In a self -flattering dream, Till his dark crimes, at once reveal'd, Expose his hateful name.] His heart is false and foul, His words are smooth and fair; Wisdom is banish'd from his soul And leaves no goodness there. He plots upon his bed, New mischiefs to fulfil ; He sets his heart, and hand, and head, To practice all that's ill. But there's a dreadful God, Though men renounce his fear ; His justice, hid behind the cloud, Shall one great day appear. His truth transcends the sky; In heaven his mercies dwell ; Deep as the sea his judgments lie, His anger burns to hell. How excellent his love, Whence all our safety springs ! O never let my soul remove From underneath his wings. 1 "Y17HY should I vex my soul, and fret ' » To see the wicked rise ? Or envy sinners waxing" great By violence and lies ? 2 As flowery grass cut down at noon, Before the evening fades, So shall their glories vanish soon, In everlasting shades. 3 Then let me make the Lord my trust, And practise all that's good ; So shall I dwell among the just, > And he'll provide me food. 4 t to my God my ways commit, And cheerful wait his will ; Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet. Shall my desires fulfil. 5 Mine innocence shalt thou display, And make thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day, And glorious as the noon. 6 The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of heaven ; True riches, with abundant peace, To humble souls are giv'n. PAUSE. Rest in the Lord, and keep his way. Nor let your anger rise, Though providence should long delay To punish haughty vice. Let sinners join to break your peace, And plot, and rage, and foam ; The Lord derides them, for he sees Their day of vengeance come. 9 They have drawn out the threat'ning sword, Have bent the murd'rous bow, 67 PSALM 37- PART I. C. M. The cure of envy, fretfulness. and unbelief. 68 PSALM 37- Ver. 16,21 26—31. PART II. C. M. Charity to the poor ; or, Religion in words and deeds PSALM <«3> Ma To slay the men that fear the Lord, And bring the righteous low. 10 My God shall break their bows, and burn Their persecuting* darts ; Shall their own swords against them turn, And pain surprise their hearts. WHY do the wealthy wicked boast, And grow profanely bold ? The meanest portion of the just Excels the sinner's gold. The wicked borrows of his friends, But ne'er designs to pay ; The saint is merciful and lends, Nor turns the poor away. His alms with liberal heart he gives Amongst the sons of need ; His memory to long ages lives, And blessed is his seed. His lips abhor to talk profane, To slander and defraud ; His ready tongue declares to men What he has learn'd of God. The law and gospel of the Lord Deep in his heart abide ; Led by the Spirit and the word, His feet shall never slide. When sinners fall, the righteous stand, Preserv'd from every snare ; They shall possess the promis'd land, And dwell for ever there. I Tl/TY God, the steps of pious men lfX Are order'd by thy will ; Though they should fall, they rise again, Thy hand supports them still. 2 The Lord delights to see their ways, Their virtue he approves ; He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace, Nor leave the men he loves. 3 The heavenly heritage is their's, Their portion and their home ; He feeds them now, and makes them heirs Of blessings long to come. Wait on the Lord, ye sons of men, Nor fear when tyrants frown ; Ye shall confess their pride was vain, When justice casts them down. PAUSE. The haughty sinner have I seen, Nor fearing man, nor God, Like a tall bay-tree, fair and green, Spreading his arms abroad. 6 And lo ! he vanished from the ground, Destroy'd by hands unseen; Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found, Where all that pride had been. But mark the man of righteousness, His several steps attend : True pleasure runs through all his ways And peaceful is his end. 69 PSALM 37- Ver.23— 27 PART II. C. M. The way and end of the righteous and the wicked. 1 A MIDST thy wrath, remember love, -£*- Restore thy servant, Lord : Nor let a Father's chast'ning prove Like an avenger's sword. 2 Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely prest ; Between the sorrow and the smart My spirit finds no rest. PSALM 38. C. M. Guilt of conscience and relief. 70 PSALM 38. My sins a heavy load appear, And o'er my head are gone ; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t' atone. My thoughts are like a troubled sea, My head still bending down : And I go mourning all the day, Beneath my Father's frown. Lord, I am weak, and broken sore ; None of my powers are whole : The inward anguish makes me roar, The anguish of my soul. 6 All my desire to thee is known, Thine eye counts every tear ; And every sigh and every groan Is notic'd by thine ear. Thou art my God, my only hope, My God will hear my cry ; My God will bear my spirit up When Satan bids me die. 8 [My foot is ever apt to slide, My foes rejoice to see 't ; They raise their pleasure and their pride, When they supplant my feet. 9 But I'll confess my guilt to thee, And grieve lor all my sin ; I'll mourn how weak my graces be, And beg support divine. 10 My God, forgive my follies past, And be for ever nigh ; O Lord of my salvation, haste, Before thy servant die.] PSALM 39. L rpHUS I resolv'd before the Lord, J- ' Now will I watch my tongue, ' Lest I let slip one sinful word, ' Or do my neighbour wrong. And if I'm e'er constrain'd to stay With men of lives profane, I'll set a double guard that day, Nor let my talk be vain. I'll scarce allow my lips to speak The pious thoughts I feel, Lest scoffers should th' occasion take To mock ray holy zeal. Yet, if some proper hour appear, I'll not be over-awed, But let the scoffing sinners hear That I can speak for God. 1 npEACH me the measure of my days, -*- Thou Maker of my frame ; I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am. 2 A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time: Man is but vanity and dust In all his flower and prime. 3 Sec the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o'er the plain ; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all their noise is vain. 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show; Some dig for golden ore ; They toil for heirs, they know not who, And strait are seen no more. 5 What should I wish or wait for then, From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. 72 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recall ; I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all. PSALM 39. Ver.9— 13- PART III CM. Sick-bed devotion; or, pleading without repining. GOD of rny life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel ; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command : I'll not attempt a murmuring word Against thy chast'ning hand. Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes ; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust ; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. [This mortal life decays apace ; How soon the bubble's broke ! Adam, and all his numerous race, Are vanity and smoke.] I'm but a sojourner below, As all my fathers were ; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear ! But if my life be spar'd awhile, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. |i T WAITED patient for the Lord, 1 He bowed to hear my cry ; He saw me resting" on his word, And brought salvation nigh. He rais'd me from a horrid pit, Where mourning long I lay, And from my bonds releas'd my feet, Deep bonds of miry clay. Firm on a rock he made me stand, And taught my cheerful tongue To praise the wonders of his hand, In a new thankful song. I'll spread his works of grace abroad ; The saints with joy shall hear, And sinners learn to make my God Their only hope and fear. How many are thy thoughts of love ! Thy mercies, Lord, how great ! We have not words or hours enough, Their numbers to repeat. 6 When I'm alflicted, poor, and low, And light and peace depart, My God beholds my heavy woe, And bears me on his heart. 1 HP HUS saith the Lord, ' Your work is vain, -*- ' Give your burnt-offerings o'er ; 6 In dying goats, and bullocks slain, 6 My soul delights no more.' Then spake the Saviour, ; Lo, I'm here, ' My God to do thy will ! ' Whate'er thy sacred books declare, ' Thy servant shall fulfil. 3 ' Thy law is ever in my sight, 4 1 keep it near my heart. 74 PSALM 40. PSALM &©. Ver.5— 10. L. M. Christ our sacrifice, ' Mine ears are open with delight 6 To what thy lips impart.' And see, the bless'd Redeemer comes ! The eternal Son appears ! And at th' appointed time assumes The body God prepares. Much he reveal'd his Father's grace, And much his truth he show'd, And preach'd the way of righteousness Where great assemblies stood. His Father's honour touch' d his heart; He pitied sinners' cries ; And to fulfil a Saviour's part, Was made a sacrifice. PAUSE. 7 No blood of beasts on altars shed, Could wash the conscience clean ; But the rich sacrifice he paid Atones for all our sin. 8 Then was the great salvation spread, And Satan's kingdom shook ; Thus, by the woman's promis'd seed, The serpent's head was broke. THE wonders Lord, thy lovehas wrought Exceed our praise, surmount ouj thought; Should I attempt the long detail, My speech would faint, my numbers fail No blood of beasts, on altars spilt, Can cleanse the soul of men from guilt ;| But thou hast set before our eyes An all-suificient sacrifice. Lo ! thine eternal Son appears, To thy designs he bows his ears ; Assumes a body well prepar'd, And well performs a work so hard. ' Behold 1 come!1 the Saviour cries, With love and duty in his eyes ; ' I come to bear the heavy load ' Of sins, and do thy will, my God. ' ?Tis written in thy great decree, ' Tis in thy book foretold of me, * I must fulfil the Saviour's part, ■ And, lo ! thy law is in my heart. 6 ' I'll magnify thy holy law, 6 And rebels to obedience draw, ' When on my cross I'm lifted high, ' Or to my crown above the sky. 1 The spirit shall descend and show ' What thou hast done, and what I do ; ' The wondering world shall learn thy grace, ' Thy wisdom and thy righteousness. /o PSALM 40- 1 T) LESS'D is the man whose bowels move; PSALM J-* And melt with pity to pity to the poor; Whose soul by sympathizing love, Feels wThat his fellow-saints endure. 2 His heart contrives for their relief, More good than his own hands can do ; He, in the time of geirral grief, Shall find the Lord has bowels too. His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head, When drought, and pestilence and dearth, Around him multiply their dead. Or, if he languish on his couch, God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n ; Will save him wTith a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heav'n. 41. Ver. 1,2,3. L. M. Charity to the poor ; or, Pity to the afflicted 76 PSALM 42. PART I. CM. Desertion and hope. PSALM 42. PART II. L. M. 1 TjlTITH earnest longings of the mind, 11 My God, to thee I look; So pants the hunted hart to find, And taste the cooling hrook. 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again ? So long an absence from thy face, My heart endures with pain. 3 Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast ; The foe insults without control, ' And where's your God at last?' 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now I think on ancient days ; Then to thy house did numbers go, And all our work was praise. But why, my soul, sunk down so far Beneath this heavy load ? Why do my thoughts indulge despair, And sin against my God? Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand Can all thy woes remove ; For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love. MY spirit sinks within me, Lord ; But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. Huge troubles, with tumultuos noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread ; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove ; The night shall hear me sing and pray. I'll cast myself before his feet, And say ' My God, my heav'nly Rock! ' Why doth thy love so long forget 4 The soul that groans beneath thy stroke? I'll chide my heart that sinks so low ; Why should my soul indulge her grief? Hope in the Lord, and praise him too, He is my rest and sure relief. Thy light and truth shall guide me still; Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heav'nly hill, My God, my most exceeding joy ! 77 PSALM Melan- choly thoughts reproved; or, Hope n affliction 1 T ORD, we have heard thy works of old, J-^ Thy works of power and grace ; When to our ears our fathers told The wonders of their days. 2 Howt thou didst build thy churches here. And make thy gospel known ; Amongst them did thine arm appear, Thy light and glory shone. 3 In God they boasted all the day, And in a cheerful throng Did thousands meet to praise and pray, And grace was all their song. But now our souls are seiz'd with shame, Confusion fills our face, To hear the enemy blaspheme, And fools reproach thy grace. PSALM Ver. 1,2,3, 8. 15—26. C. M. The Church's complaint in per- secution. PSALM 5 Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heav'n ; Nor have our steps declined the road Of duty thou hast giv'n, 6 Though dragons all around us roar, With their destructive breath ; And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore, Hard by the gates of death. PAUSE. We are expos'd all day to die As martyrs for thy cause ; As sheep for slaughter bound we lie, By sharp and bloody laws. 8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord ; Why sleeps thy wonted grace ? Why should we look like men abhorrd, Or banish'd from thy face ; d Wilt thou for ever cast us off, And still neglect our cries? For ever hide thy heavenly love From our afflicted eyes ? 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd, And dies upon the ground ; Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their powers confound. 1 1 Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Saviour and our God; We plead the honours of thy name, The merits of thy blood. PSALM 45. S. M "Y Saviour and my King, Thy beauties are divine ; Thy lips with blessings overflow, And every grace is thine. PSALM 45. The the Gospel. Now make thy glory known, 79 Gird on thy dreadful sword. And ride in majesty, to spread The conquest of thy word. Strike through thy stuhborn foes, Or melt their hearts t' obey; While justice, meekness, grace and truth n Attend thy glorious way. Thy laws, O God, are right ; Thy throne shall ever stand ; And thy victorious gospel prove A sceptre in thy hand. [Thy Father and thy God ; Hath without measure shed His Spirit like a joyful oil, T' anoint thy sacred head.] [Heboid, at thy right hand. The Gentile church is seen, Like a fair bride in rich attire, And princes guard the queen.] Fair bride, receive his love ; Forget thy father's house ; Forsake thy gods, thine idol-gods, And pay the Lord thy vows. O let thy God and King Thy sweetest thoughts employ; Thy children shall his honours sing In palaces of joy. 1 T?LL speak the honours of my King ; -■- His form divinely fair ; None of the sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare. '2 Sweet is thy speech, and heav'nly grace upon thy lips is shed, ; PSALM! 45- C. M. 80 PSALM 45. The personal glories and govern- ment of Christ. PSALM 45. PART I. L. M. The Glory of Christ, and power of his Gos- pel. Thy God with blessings infinite Hath crown'd thy sacred head. Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with majestic sway; Thy terror shall strike through thy foes, And make the world obey. Thy throne, O God, for ever stands ; Thy word of grace shall prove A peaceful sceptre in thy hands, To rule the saints by love. Justice and truth attend thee still, But mercy is thy choice ; And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill With most peculiar joys. NOW be my heart inspired to sing The glories of my Saviour King, Jesus, the Lord : how heavenly fair His form ! how bright his beauties are ! O'er all the sons of human race He shines with a superior grace ; Love from his lips divinely flows, And blessings all his state compose. Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord ; Gird on the terror of thy sword ; In majesty and glory ride, With truth and meekness at thy side. Thine anger, like a pointed dart, Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart ; Or words of mercy, kind and sweet, Shall melt the rebels at thy feet. Thy throne, O God, for ever stands ; Grace is the sceptre in thy hands ; Thy laws and works are just and right, Justice and grace are thy delight. 6 God, thine own God, has richly shed His oil of gladness on thy head ; And with his sacred spirit btessM His first-born Son above the rest. 1 rPHE King of saints, how fair his face, -*- Adorn'd with majesty and grace ! He comes with blessings from above, And wins the nation to his love. 2 At his right hand our eyes behold The queen array'd in purest gold ; The world admires her heav'nly dress, Her robe of joy and righteousness. 3 He forms her beauties like his own ; He calls, and seats her near his throne : Fair stranger, let thine heart forget The idols of thy native state. 4 So shall the King the more rejoice In thee, the fav'rite of his choice ; Let him be lowd, and yet adored, For he's thy Maker and thy Lord. 5 O happy hour when thou shalt rise To his fair palace in the skies ; And all thy sons (a num'rous train) Each like a prince in glory reign ! 6 Let endless honours crown his head ; Let ev'ry age his praises spread ; While we with cheerful songs approve The condescensions of his love. PSALM 45. PART II. L. M. Christ and his church, GOD is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid. _ PSALM 46. 82 PSALM 46- PART I. L. M. The church's safety among national desolations PSALM 46. PART II. L. M. God fights for his church. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd Down to the deep, and buried there ; Convulsions shake the solid world, Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, In sacred peace our souls abide ; While every nation, every shore, Trembles, and dreads the swelling* tide. 4 There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God ; Life, love, and joy still gliding through, And watering our divine abode. 5 That sacred stream, thine holy word, That all our raging fear controls : Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls 6 Sion enjoys her monarch's love, Secure against a threatening hour; Nor can her firm foundations move, Built on his truth, and arnTd with power 1 T ET Sion in her King rejoice, ~" Tho' tyrants rage and kingdoms rise; He utters his almighty voice, The nations melt, and tumult dies. 2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought, And Jacob's God is still our aid : Behold the works his hand has wrought; What desolations he has made ! 3 From sea to sea, thro' all the shores, He makes the noise of battle cease ; When from on high his thunder roars, He awes the trembling world to peace. 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear; Chariots he burns with heavenly flame : Keep silence, all the earth ; and hear The sound and glory of his name. 5 'Be still, and learn that I am God; 4 111 he exalted o'er the lands: 1 I will be known and fear'd abroad ! 1 But still my throne in Sion stands.' 6 () Lord of hosts, Almighty King, While we so near thy presence dwell, Our faith shall sit secure and sing Defiance to the gates of hell. 6 i~\ FOR a shout of sacred joy, ^ To God, the sov'reign King: Let every land their tongues employ And hymns of triumph sing. Jesus our God ascends on high, His heav'nly guards around Attend him rising through the sky, With trumpet's joyful sound. While angels shout and praise their King Let mortals learn their strains ; Let all the earth his honours sing ; O'er all the earth he reigns. Rehearse his praise with awe profound, Let knowledge lead the song ; Nor mock him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue. In Israel stood his ancient throne ; He lov'd that chosen race : But now he calls the world his own, And heathens taste his grace. The British islands are the Lord's ; There Abraham's God is knowTn : While pow'rs and princes, shields and Submit before his throne. [swords 83 PSALM 47. CM. Christ ascending and reigning. >\ LF2J 84 1 [n REAT is the Lord our God, ^-* And let his praise be great ; PSALM He makes his churches his abode, His most delightful seat. 48. 2 These temples of his grace, Ver. 1—8, How beautiful they stand ; PART I. The honours of our native place, And bulwarks of our land.] S. M. 3 In Sion God is known, The A refuge in distress ; church is How bright has his salvation shone the honour Through all her palaces ! and safety 4 When kings against her join'd, And saw the Lord was there, of a In wild confusion of the mind nation. They fled, with hasty fear. 5 When navies, tall and proud, Attempt to spoil our peace, He sends his tempests, roaring loud, And sinks them in the seas. 6 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen, How well our God secures the fold Where his own sheep have been, 7 In every new distress We'll to his house repair, We'll think upon his wondrous grace, PSALM And seek deliv'rance there. 1 X^AR as thy name is known A The world declares thy praise ; 48. Thy saints, 0 Lord, before thy throne, Their songs of honour raise. 2 With joy let Judah stand 85 On Sion's chosen hill ; Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, PSALM And counsels of thy will. 3 Let strangers walk around 48. The city where we dwell ; Ver, 10-14 Compass and view thine holy ground, PART II. And mark the building well. 4 The orders of thy house, S. M. The worship of thy court, The The cheerful songs, the solemn vows, beauty of And make a fair report. the church. 5 How decent and how wise ! How glorious to behold ! Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, And rites adorn'd with gold. 6 The God we worship now Will guide us till we die, Will be our God while here below, And ours above the sky. PSALM 1 TTTHY doth the man of riches grow ' ^ To insolence and pride, 49. To see his wealth and honours flow With every rising tide ? Ver,6— 14. 2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, PART I. Made of the self- same clay ; C. M. And boast, as tho' his flesh was born The Of better dust than they ?] shortness 3 Not all his treasures can procure His soul a short reprieve ; eflife, and Redeem from death one guilty hour, vanity of Or make his brother live. riches. 86 PSALM 49, PSALM Ver. 14-15 PART II C. M. 4 [Life is a blessing- can't be sold, The ransom is too high ; Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold, That man may never die.] 5 He sees the brutish and the wise, The tim'rous and the brave, Quit their possessions, close their eyes, And hasten to the grave. 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, ' My house shall ever stand ; ' And that my name may long abide, 6 I'll give it to my land.' 7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost ; How soon his memory dies ! His name is written in the dust Where his own carcase lies, 8 ^[ This is the folly of their way, And yet their sons, as vain, Approve the words their fathers say, And act their works again. 9 Men, void of wisdom and of grace, If honour raise them high, Live like the beasts, a thoughtless race, And like the beasts they die. 10 [Laid in the grave, like silly sheep, Death feeds upon them there, Till the last trumpet break their sleep In terror and despair.] YE sons of pride, that hate the just, And trample on the poor, When death has brought you down to dust, Your pomp shall rise no more. The last great day shall change the scene When will that hour appear ? When shall the just revive and reign O'er all that scorn'd them here? God will my naked soul receive, When sep'rate from the flesh ; And hreak the prison of the grave, To raise my bones afresh. Heav'n is my everlasting home ; Th' inheritance is sure : Let men of pride their rage resume, But I'll repine no more. w HY do the proud insult the poor, And boast the large estates they have ? How vain are riches to secure Their haughty owners from the grave ! They can't redeem one hour from death, Writh all the wealth in which they trust; Nor give a dying brother breath, When God commands him down to dust There the dark earth and dismal shade Shall clasp their naked bodies round ; That flesh, so delicately fed, Lies cold, and moulders in the ground. Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies, Laid in the grave for worms to eat; The saints shall in the morning rise, And find th' oppressor at their feet. His honours perish in the dust, And pomp and beauty, birth and blood : That glorious day exalts the just To full dominion o'er the proud. My Saviour shall my life restore, And raise me from my dark abode; My flesh and soul shall part no more, But dwell for ever near my God. 87 PSALM 49. Death and the resur- rection. PSALM L. M. The rich sinner's death, and the saint's resurrec- tion. 88 PSALM 50. Ver, 1—6, PART I. CM. The last judgment, PSALM 50. Ver. 8, 10- 15, 23, PART II. C. M. 1 HP H E Lord, the Judge, before his throne J- Bids the whole earth draw nigh ; The nations near the rising sun, And near the western sky. 2 No more shall bold blasphemers say, ' Judgment will ne'er begin ;' No more abuse his long delay To impudence and sin. 3 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come; Bright flames prepare his way ; Thunder and darkness, fire and storm, Lead on the dreadful day. 4 Heav'n from above his call shall hear, Attending angels come ; And earth and hell shall know, and fear His justice and their doom. 5 ' But gather all my saints,' he cries, ' That made their peace with God, 6 By the Redeemer's sacrifice, And seal'd it with his blood. 6 'Their faith and works, brought forth to ' Shall make the world confess [light. s My sentence of reward is right, ' And heav'n adore my grace.' THUS saith the Lord, 'The spacious fields ' And flocks and herds are mine ; ' O'er all the cattle of the hills ' I claim a right divine. ' I ask no sheep for sacrifice, ' Nor bullocks burnt with fire ; 6 To hope and love, to pray and praise, 'Is all that I require. 3 ' Call upon me when trouble's near, ' My hand shall set thee free ; ' Then shall thy thankful lips declare 6 The honour due to me. 4 ' The man that offers humble praise, 6 He glorifies me best ; 5 And those that tread my holy ways 6 Shall my salvation taste.' 1T17HEN Christ to judgment shall descend, ' » And saints surround their Lord, He calls the nations to attend, And hear his awful word. 2 ' Not for the want of bullocks slain ' Will I the world reprove ; ' Altars, and rites and forms are vain, ' Without the fire of love. 3 * And what have hypocrites to do ' To bring their sacrifice ? 4 They call my statutes just and true, s But deal in theft and lies. 6 Could you expect to 'scape my sight, 1 And sin without control ? • But I shall bring your crimes to light, ' With anguish in your soul.' Consider, ye that slight the Lord, Before his wrath appear ; If once ye fall beneath his sword, There's no deliv'rer there. 1 HP HE Lord the Judge his churches warns; -*- Let hypocrites attend and fear, WTho place their hope in rites and forms, But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name With lips of falsehood and deceit ; A friend or brother they defame, And soothe and flatter those they hate. 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong; Yet dare to seek their Maker's face ; They take his covenant on their tongue, But break his laws, abuse his grace. 4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean, DenTd with lust, denTd with blood ; By night they practise every sin, By day their mouths draw near to God. 5 And while his judgments long delay, They grow secure, and sin the more ; They think he sleeps as well as they, And put far off the dreadful hour. 6 O dreadful hour, when God draws near, And sets their crimes before their eyes! His wrath their guilty souls shall tear, And no deliverer dare to rise. f'THE Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth, ■*- Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread Through distant worlds and regions of the dead : No more shall atheists mock his long delay ; His vengeance sleeps no more : behold the day !B 2 Behold the Judge descends ! his guards are nigh : Tempests and fire attend him down the sky : Heaven, earth and hell draw near ; let all things come To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom ; But gather first my saints, (the Judge commands) Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. 3 Behold ! my covenant stands for ever good, Seal'd by th' eternal sacrifice in blood, And signed with all their names ; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship, or the new. There's no distinction here : come, spread their thrones, And near me seat my favourites and my sons. 4 I, their Almighty Saviour and their God, I am their Judge : ye heavens, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire ; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee ; hulls and goats are vain Without the flumes of love. In vain the store Of brutal offerings, that were mine before ; Mine are the tamer beasts, and savage breed, Flocks, herds and fields, and forests where they feed. 6 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food ? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' blood ? Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows? Thy solemn chatt' rings and fantastic vows ? Are my eyes charm' d thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold ? 7 Unthinking wretch ! how could'st thou hope to please A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these? While witu my grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong I In vain to p^ous forms thy ze.d pretends, Thieves ami aiulterers are thy chosen friends. 8 Silent I waited, with long-suffering love, But chdat t:iou hope that I should ne'er reprove; And cherish such an impious thou ht within, '1 hat God the righteous wuuid indulge thy sin? Behold my terrors now ; my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul. 9 Sinners, awake betimes ; ye fools, be wise ; Awake before this dreadful morning rise ; Cnange your van thoughts, your crooked ways amend, Fiji to the Saviour, inaive the Judge your friend ; Lest, like a Lion, his last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no uelverer near. i THK God of glory sends his summons forth, •*■ Calls the south nations, and awakes the north ; From east to west the sovereign orders spread Through distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds ; hell trembles; heaven rejoices : Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay ; His vengeance sleeps no more ; behold the day ! PSALM 50. To the old; proper 92 PSALM 50. The last judgment. Behold, the Judge descends ! his guards are nigh ; Tempest and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him ; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 3 ' Heaven, earth and hell draw near ; let all things come ' To hear my justice, and the sinners' doom. ( But gather first my saints, (the Judge commands) ' Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.' When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion ; And shout ye saints ; he comes for your salvation. 4 ' Behold, my covenant stands for ever good, ' Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood, ' And sign'd with all their names ; the Greek, the Jew, ' That paid the ancient worship, or the new :' There's no distinction here ; join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints ; for heaven rejoices, 5 ' Here, (saith the Lord) ye angels, spread their thrones, ' And near me seat my favourites and my sons : 1 Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepar'd ' Ere time began ; 'tis your divine reward.' When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion, And shout ye saints, he comes for your salvation. 6 % * I am the Saviour, I th' Almighty God, ' I am the Judge : ye heavens, proclaim abroad ' My just eternal sentence ; and declare ' Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear.' When God appears, all nature shall adore him ; While sinners tremble, saints rejoic e before him. 7 ' Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer and profane 1 Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatenings vain ; 'Thou hypocrite, once dress'd in saints' attire ; • I doom thee, painted hypocrite to fire.' Judgment proceeds ; hell trembles ; heaven rejoices : Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 8 ' Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain ' Do I condemn thee : bulls and goats are vain ' Without the names of love : in vain the store ' Of brutal offerings, that were mine before.' Earth is the Lord's ; all nature shall adore him ; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 9 ' If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? ' When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks blood ? ' Mine are the tamer beasts, and savage breed, ' Flocks, herds and fields, and forests where they feed:' All is the Lord's ; he rules the wide creation ; Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation. 10 ' Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, ' Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows ? ' Are my eyes charm' d thy vestments to behold, 1 Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold ?' God is the Judge of hearts ; no fair disguises Can screen the guilty, when his vengeance rises. 1 1 ■ % Unthinking wretch ! how could'st thou hope to please 1 A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these ? ' While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, 1 Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong :' Judgment proceeds ; hell trembles ; heaven rejoices ; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 12 ' In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends ; ' Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends : ' While the false flatterer at my altar waits, ' His hardened soul divine instruction hates.' God is the Judge of hearts ; no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. ' Silent I waited, with long-suffering love ; 1 But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove : [ And cherish such an impious thought within, 1 That the All- Holy would indulge thy sin ?' See, God appears; all nature joins t' adore him; Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him. ' Behold my terrors now ! my thunders roll, * And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul ; 1 Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear 1 Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near.' Judgment concludes ; hell trembles ; heaven rejoices ; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. EPIPHONEMA. 15 ' Sinners, awake betimes ; ye fools, be wise ; ' Awake before this dreadful morning rise ; 4 Change your vain thoughts ; your crooked works amend ; ' Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend.' Then join the saints, wake every cheerful passion ; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. 93 PSALM 50. 1 OHEW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive ; ^ Let a repenting rebel live : Are not thy mercies large and free ? May not a sinner trust in thee ? 2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass The power and glory of thy grace : Great God ! thy nature hath no bound ! So let thy pardoning love be found. PSALM 51. PART I. L. M. ^ penitent pleading for pardon. 3 O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean ; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain my eyes. My lips with shame my sins confess Against thy law, against thy grace: Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned but thou art clear. Should sudden vengeance seize my breath I must pronounce thee just in death ; And, if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord ; Whose hope, still hovering round thy word Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. IORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin ! -A And born unholy and unclean ; Sprung from the man whose guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all. Soon as we draw our infant breath, The seeds of sin grow up for death : Thy law demands a perfect heart ; Hut we're denied in every part. [(heat God, create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true : O make me wise betimes, to spy My danger and my remedy.] Behold, I fall before thy face, My only refuge is thy grace ; No outward forms can make me clean : The leprosy lies deep within. No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest Nor running1 brook, nor flood, nor sea, Can wash the dismal stain away. Jesus, my God ! thy blood alone Hath power sufficient to atone ; Thy blood can make me white as snow: No Jewish types could cleanse me so. While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace, Nor flesh, nor soul, hath rest or ease ; Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice, And make my broken bones rejoice. OTMOU that hearst when sinners cry Though all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory from thy book. Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin : Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart. I cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: Thine holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me, that I fall no more. Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, His help and comfort still afford ; And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy Son. A broken heart, my God, myKing, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns their dreadful sentence just : Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die. 95 PSALM 51. PART III. L. M. The backslider restored. 96 PSALM 51. Ver. 3—13. PART I. C. M. Original and actual sin con fessed and pardoned 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways ; Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace : I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pardoning God. 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue ! Salvation shall be all my song; And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness LORD, I would spread my sore distress And guilt before thine eyes ; Against thy laws, against thy grace, How high my crimes arise ! Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell, And crush my flesh to dust, Heaven would approve the vengeance well, And earth must own it just. I from the stock of Adam came Unholy and unclean ; All my original is shame, And all my nature sin. Born in a world of guilt, 1 drew Contagion with my breath ; And, as my days advanc'd, I grew A juster prey for death. Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul With thy forgiving love ; O make my broken spirit whole, And bid my pains remove. Let not thy Spirit quite depart Nor drive me from thy face ; Create anew my vicious heart, And fill it with thy grace. 7 Then will I make thy mercy known, Before the sons of men ; Backsliders shall address thy throne, And turn to God again. OGOD of mercy, hear my call, My load of guilt remove ; Break down this separating wall That bars me from thy love. Give me the presence of thy grace ; Then my rejoicing tongue Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise my song. No blood of goats, nor heifer slain, For sin could e'er atone : The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone. A soul oppress'd with sin's desert, My God will ne'er despise ! A humble groan, a broken heart, Is our best sacrifice. 1 A RE all the foes of Sion fools, -£*- Who thus devour her saints ? Do they not know her Saviour rules, And pities her complaints ? 2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise : For God's revenging arm Scatters the bones of them that rise To do his children harm. In vain the sons of Satan boast Of armies in array ; When God has first despis'd their host, They fall an easy prey. [G] 98 PSALM 55. Ver. 1—8, 16—18, 22. CM. Support for the afflicted and tempted scul. 4 O for a word from Sion's King, Her captives to restore ! Jacob, with all his tribes shall sing", And Judah weep no more f\ GOD, my refuge, hear my cries, ^ Behold my flowing tears ; For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. Their rage is levell'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load ; And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in God. With inward pain my heart-strings sound, I groan with every breath ; Horror and fear beset me round, Amongst the shades of death. O were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home ; Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell ! The mighty God, on whom I call, Can save me here as well. 5T By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry ; The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid ; Ten thousand angels must appear, If be command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all ; My courage rests upon bis word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain. My lips shall spread his praise ; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days. TET sinners take their course, ^ And choose the road to death ; But in the worship of my God III spend my daily breath. My thoughts address his throne When morning brings the light ; I seek his blessing every noon, And pay my vows at night. Thou wilt regard my cries, O my eternal God ! While sinners perish in surprise Beneath thine angry rod. Because they dwell at ease, And no sad changes feel, They neither fear nor trust thy name, Nor learn to do thy will. But I, with all my cares, Will lean upon the Lord ; I'll cast my burden on his arm, And rest upon his word. His arm shall well susta'n The children of his love ; The ground on which their safety stands No earthly power can move. rG2i 100 PSALM 56. CM. Deliver- ance from oppression and falsehood. 1 r\ THOU, whose justice reigns on high, ^ And makes th' oppressor cease ; Behold how envious sinners try To vex and break my peace. 2 The sons of violence and lies Join to devour me, Lord ; But, as my hourly dangers rise, My refuge is thy word. 3 In God most holy, just and true, I have repos'd my trust ; Nor will I fear what flesh can do, The offspring of the dust. 4 They wrest my words to mischief still, Charge me with unknown faults : Mischief doth all their counsels fill, And malice all their thoughts. 5 Shall they escape without thy frown ? Must their devices stand ? O cast the haughty sinner down, And let him know thy hand. 6 ^[ God counts the sorrows of his saints, Their groans affect his ears ; Thou hast a book for my complaints, A bottle for my tears. 7 When to thy throne I raise my cry, The wicked fear and flee ; So swift is prayer to reach the sky ; So near is God to me. 8 In thee, most holy, just and true, I have repos'd my trust; Nor will I fear what man can do, The offspring of the dust. 9 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord ; Thou shalt receive my praise : I'll sing, ' How faithful is thy word ! ' How righteous all thy ways !' 10 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death; O set thy prisoner free ! That heart and hand, and life and breath, May be employ'd for thee. 101 PSALM 57. L. If. Praise for protection. truth. "Y God, in whom are all the springs -L»-L Of boundless love and grace unknown, Hide me beneath thy spreading wings. Till the dark cloud is overblown. Up to the heavens I send my cry ; The Lord will my desires perform : He sends his angels from the sky, And saves me from the threatening storm,1 grace and Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the heavens, where angels dwell ; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. My heart is fixed ; my song shall raise Immortal honours to thy name : Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, My tongue, the glory of my frame. High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky ; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die. i Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the heavens, where angels dwell ; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. JUDGES, who rule the world bylaws, PSALM Will ye despise the righteous cause, When th' injur'd poor before you stands! 5©« 102 PSALM 58. As the 113th. Warning to Magis- trates. Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, And let rich sinners 'scape secure, While gold and greatness bribeyourhands? Have ye forgot, or never knew, That God will judge the judges too ? High in the heavens his justice reigns ; Yet you invade the rights of God, And send your bold decrees abroad, To bind the conscience in your chains. A poison'd arrow is your tongue, The arrow sharp, the poison strong. And death attends where'er it wounds : You hear no counsels, cries or tears ; So the deaf adder stops her ears Against the power of charming sounds. Break out their teeth, eternal God, Those teeth of lions, dy'd in blood ; And crush the serpents in the dust : As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rise, Before the sweeping tempest flies, So let their hopes and names be lost. Th' Almighty thunders from the sky, Their grandeur melts, their titles die. As hills of snow dissolve and run, Or snails that perish in their slime, Or births that come before their time, Vain births that never see the sun. Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord Safety and joy to saints afford : And all that hear shall join and say, ■ Sure there's a God that rules on high, 6 A God that hears his children cry, 6 And will their sufferings well repay.' LORD, hast thou cast the nation off? Must we for ever mourn ? Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath ? Shall mercy ne'er return ? The terror of one frown of thine Melts all our strength away ; Like men that totter, drunk with wine, We tremble in dismay. Great Britain shakes beneath thy stroke, And dreads thy threatening hand ; O heal the island thou hast broke, Confirm the wavering land. Lift up a banner in the field For those that fear thy name : Save thy beloved with thy shield, And put our foes to shame. Go with our armies to the fight, Like a confederate God ; In vain confederate powers unite Against thy lifted rod. Our troops shall gain a wide renown, By thine assisting hand; Tis God that treads the mighty down, And makes the feeble stand. 1 TXT HEN overwhelmed with grief, ' » My heart within me dies, Helpless, and far from all relief, To heaven I lift mine eyes. 2 O lead me to the rock That's high above my head ; And make the covert of thy wings My shelter and my shade. 3 Within thy presence, Lord, For ever 111 abide ; 103 PSALM 60. Ver. 1 — 5, j 10—12. ' C. M. On a day of humilia- tion for disap- pointments PSALM 61. Ver. 1—6. S. M. Safety in God. 104 PSALM 62. Ver. 5—12 L. M. No trust in the creatures PSALM 63, Thou art the tower of my defence, The refuge where I hide. 4 Thou givest me the lot Of those that fear thy name ; If endless life he their reward, I shall possess the same. 1 T\/TY spirit looks to God alone ; 1?X My rock and refuge is his throne ; In all my fears, in all my straits, My soul on his salvation waits. 2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways, Pour out your hearts before his face ; When helpers fail, and foes invade, God is our all-sufficient aid. 3 False are the men of high degree, The baser sort are vanity : Laid in the balance, both appear Light as a puff of empty air. 4 Make not increasing gold your trust, No* set your heart on glittering dust ; Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke, And not believe what God hath spoke ? 5 Once has his awful voice declar'd, Once and again my ears have heard, ' All power is his eternal due ; 6 He must be fear'd and trusted too.' 6 For sovereign power reigns not alone ; Grace is a partner of the throne : Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord, Shall well divide our last reward, 1 T^ARLY, my God, without delay, -L^ I haste to seek thy face ; My thirsty spirit faints away Without thy cheering grace. 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand And they must drink or die. 3 I've seen thy glory and thy power, Through all thy temple shine ; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine. Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when thy richer grace I taste, And in thy presence dwell. Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move ; Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love. 6 Thus, till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing. *rpWAS in the watches of the night -L I thought upon thy power ; I kept thy lovely face in sight, Amidst the darkest hour. My flesh lay resting on my bed ; My soul arose on high : 1 My God, my life, my hope,' I said, Bring thy salvation nigh.' My spirit labours up thine hill, And climbs the heavenly road ; But thy right hand upholds me still, While I pursue my God. Thy mercy stretches o'er my head The shadow of thy wings, 106 PSALM 63. L. M. Longing after God. My heart rejoices in thine aid ; My tongue awakes and sings. 5 But the destroyers of my peace Shall fret and rage in vain ; The tempter shall for ever cease, And all my sins be slain. 6 Thy sword shall give my foes to death, And send them doAvn to dwell In the dark caverns of the earth, Or to the deeps of hell. 1 /^ REAT God, indulge my humble claim, ^J Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest ; The glories that compose thy name Stand all engag'd to make me bless'd. 2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God ; And I am thine by sacred ties ; Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood. 3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look ; As travellers in thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water-brook. 4 With early feet I love t' appear Among thy saints, and seek thy face : Oft have I seen thy glory there, And felt the power of sovereign grace. 5 Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste, Nor all the joy our senses know, Could make me so divinely bless'd, Or raise my cheerful passions so. 6 My life itself, without thy love, No taste of pleasure could afford ; 'T would but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banish'd from the Lord. Amidst the wakeful hours of night, When busy cares afflict my head, One thought of thee gives new delight, And adds refreshment to my bed. I'll lift my hands, 111 raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise ; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days. MY God, permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine ; And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine. My thirsty, fainting soul, Thy mercy doth implore; Not travellers id desert lands Can pant for water more. Within thy churches, Lord, 1 long to find my place ; Thy power and glory to behold, And feel thy quickening grace. For life without thy love Xo relish can afford : No joy can be compared to this, To serve and please the Lord. To thee Til lift my hands, And praise thee while 1 live ; Not the rich dainties of a feast Such food or pleasure give. In wakeful hours at night, I call my God to mind ; I think how wise thy counsels are, And all thy dealings kind. Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies ; 108 And on thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies. The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps ; I follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps. PSALM 65. Ver, 1—5. PART I. L. M. Public prayer and i praise. THE praise of Sion waits for thee, My God and praise becomes thy house ; There shall thy saints thy glory see, And there perform thy public vows. O thou, whose mercy bends the skies To save when humble sinners pray, All lands to thee shall lift their eyes, And islands of the northern sea. Against my will my sins prevail, But grace shall purge away their stain ; The blood of Christ will never fail To wash my garments white again. Bless'd is the man whom thou shalt choose, And give him kind access to thee ; Give him a place within thy house, To taste thy love divinely free. 5[ Let Babel fear when Sion prays ; Babel, prepare for long distress, When Sion's God himself arrays In terror, and in righteousness. With dreadful glory God fulfils What his afflicted saints request ; And with almighty wrath reveals His love, to give his churches rest- Then shall the flocking nations run To Sion's hill, and own their Lord ; The rising and the setting sun Shall see the Saviour's name ador'd. 1 rPHE (tod of our salvation hears J- The groans of Sion mix'd with tears ; Yet when he conies with kind designs, Through all the way his terror shines. 2 On him the race of man depends, Far as the earth's remotest ends ; Where the Creator's name is known By nature's feeble light alone. 3 Sailors, that travel o'er the flood, Address their frighted souls to God, When tempests rage and billows roar At dreadful distance from the shore. 4 He bids the noisy tempest cease ; He calms the raging crowd to peace, When a tumultuous nation raves Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. 5 Whole kingdoms, shaken by the storm, He settles in a peaceful form ; Mountains established by his hand, Firm on their old foundations stand. 6 Behold his ensigns sweep the sky ! New comets blaze, and lightnings fly, The heathen lands with swift surprise, From the bright horrors turn their eyes, 7 At his command the morning ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day ; He guides the sun's declining wheels Over the tops of western hills. 8 Seasons and times obey his voice ; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers Laden with fruit, and dress'd in flowers. 9 Tis from his watery stores on high He gives the thirsty ground supply; He walks upon the clouds, and thence Doth his enriching drops dispense. 10 The desert grows a fruitful field; Abundant food the valleys jield ; The valleys shout with cheerful voice, And neighboring hills repeat their joys. 1 1 The pastures smile in green array, Their lambs and larger cattle play : The larger cattle and the lamb, Each iv his language, speaks thy name. 12 Thy works pronounce thy power divine ; O'er every field thy glories shine : Through every month thy gifts appear; Great God, thy goodness crowns the year, I T) RAISE waits in Sion, Lord, for thee, J- There shall our vows be paid: Thou hast an ear when sinners pray ; All flesh shall seek thine aid. Lord, our iniquities prevail, But pardoning grace is thine ; And thou wilt grant us power and skill To conquer every sin. Bless'd are the men whom thou wilt choose To bring them near thy face ; Give them a dwelling in thine house, To feast upon thy grace. In answering what thy church requests, Thy truth and terror shine ; And works of dreadful righteousness Fulfil thy kind design. Thus shall the wondering nations see The Lord is good and just : And distant islands fly to thee, And make thy name their trust. 3 They dread thy glittering- tokens, Lord, When signs in heaven appear ; But they snail learn thy holy word, And love as well as fear. 9 npiS by thy strength the mountains stand, Jl God of eternal power ; The sea grows calm at thy command, And tempests cease to roar. Thy morning light and evening shade, Successive comforts bring; Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad, Thy flowers adorn the spring. Seasons and times, and moons and hours, Heaven, earth and air are thine; When clouds distil in fruitful showers, The Author is divine. Those wandering cisterns in the sky, Borne by the winds around, With watery treasures well supply The furrows of the ground. The thirsty ridges drink their fill, And ranks of corn appear ; Thy ways abound with blessings still : Thy goodness crowTns the year. f^ OOD is the Lord, the heavenly King, ^" Who makes the earth his care : Visits the pastures every spring, And bids the grass appear. The clouds, like rivers, rais'd on high, Pour out at thy command Their watery blessings from the sky, To cheer the thirsty land. Ill PSALM 65. PART II. c. tit. The providence of God in air, eaith and sea. PSALM 65. PART III. C. M. 112 PSALM The blessing of the spring. a psalm for the hus- bandman. PSALM 66. PART I. C. M. Governing power and goodness, The soften'd ridges of the field Permit the corn to spring- ; The valleys rich provision yield, And the poor lab'rers sing*. The little hills on every side Rejoice at falling showers ; The meadows, dress'd in all their pride, Perfume the air with flowers. The barren clouds, refresh'd with rain, Promise a joyful crop ; The parched grounds look green again, And raise the reaper's hope. The various months thy goodness crowns, How bounteous are thy ways ! The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs, And shepherds shout thy praise. SING, all ye nations, to the Lord, Sing with a joyful noise ; With melody of sound record His honours and your joys. Say to the power that shakes the sky, 6 How terrible art thou ! ' Sinners before thy presence fly, Or at thy feet they bow.' [Come, see the wonders of our God, How glorious are his ways ! In Moses' hand he puts his rod, And cleaves the frighted seas. He made the ebbing channel dry, While Israel pass'd the flood ; There did the church begin their joy, And triumph in their God.] He rules by his resistless might ; Will rebel mortals dare Provoke the Eternal to the fight, And tempt that dreadful war? O bless our God, and never cease ; Ye saints, fulfil his praise : He keeps our life, maintains our peace, And guides our doubtful ways. Lord, thou hast prov'd our suff'ring souls To make our graces shine ; So silver bears the burning coals, The metal to refine. B Through wat'ry deeps and fiery ways We march at thy command ; Led to possess the promis'd place By thine unerring hand. NOW shall my solemn vows be paid To that almighty Pow'r, That heard the long requests 1 made In my distressful hour. My lips and cheerful heart prepare To make his mercies known ; Come, ye that fear my God, and hear The wonders he hath done. When on my head huge sorrows fell, I sought his heav'nly aid ; He sav'd my sinking soul from hell, And death's eternal shade. If sin lay cover' il in my heart, While pray'r employed my tongue. The Lord had shown me no regard, Nor I his praises sung. i But God (his name be ever bless'd) Hath set my spirit free : Nor turn'd from him my poor request, Nor turn'd his heart from me. [H] 114 PSALM 67. C. M. The nation's prosperity and the church's increase. SHINE, mighty God ! on Britain shine With beams of heav'nly grace ; Reveal thy pow'r through all our coasts, And show thy smiling face. [Amidst our isle, exalted high, Do thou, our glory stand ; And, like a wall of guardian fire, Surround the fav'rite land.] When shall thy name, from shore to shore, Sound all the earth abroad ? And distant nations know and love Their Saviour and their God ? Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Sing loud with solemn voice ; While British tongues exalt his praise, And british hearts rejoice. He, the great Lord, the sov'reign Judge That sits enthron'd above, Wisely commands the worlds he made, In justice and in love. Earth shall obey her Maker's will, And yield a full increase ; Our God will crown his chosen isle With fruitfulness and peace. God the Redeemer scatters round His choicest favours here; While the creation's utmost bound Shall see, adore, and fear. LET God arise in all his might, And put the troops of hell to flight ; As smoke that sought to cloud the skies Before the rising tempest flies. 2 [He comes array "d in burning flames; Justice and vengeance are his names : Behold his fainting foes expire, Like melting wax before the fire.] 3 fie rides and thunders through the sky ; His name Jehovah sounds on high: Sing to his name, ye sons of grace ; Ye saints, rejoice before his face. 4 The widow and the fatherless Fly to his aid in sharp distress ; In him the poor and helpless tind A Judge that's just, a Father kind. 5 He breaks the captive's heavy chain, And pris'ners see the light again ; But rebels that dispute his will Shall dwell in chains and darkness still. 6 ^[ Kingdoms and thrones to God belong ; Crown him, ye nations, in your *-ong: His wondVous names and powrs rehearse; His honours shall enrich your verse. 7 He shakes the heav'ns with loud alarms ; How terrible is God in arms ! In Israel are his mercies known ; Israel is his peculiar throne. 8 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest, He's your defence, your joy, your rest ; When terrors rise, and nations faint, God is the strenth of ev'rv saint. 115 PSALM 68. i Ver. 1—6, 32—35. PART I. L. M. The vengeance , and com- passion of God. 1 T ORD, when thou didst ascend on high psALM -" Ten thousand angels fill'd the sky : Those heav'nly guards around thee wait, *-g Like chariots that attend thy state. f H 2] 116 PSALM 68. Ver, 17, 18. PART II. L. M. Christ's ascension, and the gift of the Spirit. PSALM €8. Ver. 19, 9, 20—22. L. M. Praise for temporal blessings. Not Sinai's mountain could appear More glorious when the Lord was there ; While he pronounc'd his dreadful law, And struck the chosen tribes with awe. How bright the triumph none can tell, When the rebellious pow'rs of hell, That thousand souls had captives made, Where all in chains, like captives led. Rais'd by his Father to the throne, He sent the promisM Spirit down, Willi gifts and grace for rebel men, That God might dwell on earth again. WE bless the Lord, the just and good, Who fills our hearts with joy and food; Who pours his blessings from the skies, And loads our days with rich supplies. He sends the sun his circuit round, To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground ; He bids the clouds with plenteous rain Refresh the thirsty earth agair. 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, And all our near escapes from death; Safety and health to God belong; He heals the weak, and guards the strong He makes the saint and sinner prove The common blessings of his love ; But the wide difference that remains Is endless joy, or endless pains. The Lord that bruis'd the serpent's head, On all the serpent's seed shall tread ; The stubborn sinner's hope confound, And smite him with a lasting wound. 6 But his right hand his saints shall raise From the deep earth, or deeper seas ; And bring them to his courts above, There shall they taste his special love. 1 4OAVEme,OGod; the swelling floods ^ ' Break in upon my soul : 1 I sink, and sorrows o'er my head 1 Like mighty waters roll. 2 ' I cry till all my voice be gone; ' In tears I waste the day: ' My God, behold my longing eyes, ' And shorten thy delay. 3 ' They hate mv soul without a cause ; fi And siill their number grows, ' More than the hairs around my head ; 1 And mighty are my foes. 4 'Twas then I paid that dreadful debt, 6 That men could never pay ; ' And gave those honours to thy law ' Which sinners took away.' 5 Thus, in the great Messiah's name, The royal prophet mourns : Thus he awakes our hearts to grief, And gives us joy by turns. 6 'Now shall the saints rejoice, and find 8 Salvation in my name ; 6 For I have borne their heavy load ' Of sorrow, pain, and shame. 7 [ Grief like a garment cloth'd me round, 6 And sackcloth was my dress ; 1 While I procured for naked souls 6 A robe of righteousness. 118 PSALM 69. PSALM 69. Ver 14-21, 26, 20, 32, PART II. C. M. The passion and exaltation of Christ 8 ' Amongst my brethren and the Jews, ' I like a stranger stood ; ' And bore their vile reproach, to bring ' The Gentiles near to God. 9 ' I came in sinful mortals' stead, ' To do my Father's will ; 1 Yet wh^n I cleans'd my Father's house, ' They scandaliz'd my zeal. 10 ' My fasting and my holy groans 'Were made the drunkard's song; * But God, from his celestial throne, ' H eard my complaining tongue. 11 ' He sav'd me from the dreadful deep, ' Nor let my soul be drown'd ; ' He rais'cl, and fix'd my sinking feet ' On well establ'sh'd ground. 12 ' 'Twas in a most accepted hour, ' My prayer arose on high ; ' And for my sake my God shall hear ' The dying sinner's cry. NOW let our lips, with holy fear And mournful pleasure, sing The sufferings of our great High Priest, The sorrows of our King. 2 He sinks in floods of deep distress : How high the waters rise ! While to his heav'nly Father's ear He sends perpetual cries. 3 'Hear me, O Lord, and save thy Son, ' Nor hide thy shining face ; 6 Why should thy fav'rite look like one ' Forsaken of thy grace ? 4 ' With rage they persecute the man 'That groans beneath thy wound; ' While for a sacrifice I pour * My life upon the ground. 5 ' They tread my honor to the dust, ' And laugh when I complain ; ' Their sharp insulting slanders add ' Fresh anguish to my pain. 6 • All my reproach is known to thee, ' The scandal and the shame ; 1 Reproach hath broke my bleeding heart, ' And lies defil'd my name. 7 ' I look for pity, but in vain : ' My kindred are my grief: * I ask my friends for comfort round, ' But meet with no relief. 8 ' With vinegar they mock my thirst ; 'They give me gall for food : ' And sporting with my dying groans, 'They triumph in my blood. 9 ' Shine into my distressed soul ; ' Let thy compassion save : ' And, though my flesh sink down to death, ' Redeem it from the grave. 10 ' I shall arise to praise thy name, ' Shall reign in worlds unknown ; ' And thy salvation, oh, my God ! 1 Shall seat me on thy throne.' 1 T^ATHER, I sing thy wond'rous grace ; P* -*- I bless my Saviour's name ; He bought salvation for the poor, US. And bore the sinner's shame. 120 PSALM ®9. PART III. C. M. Christ's obedience and death. PSALM PART I. L. M. Christ's passion, and sinners' salvation. His deep distress has rais'd us high, His duty and his zeal, FulfiU'd the law which mortals broke, And finish'd all thy will. His dying groans, his living1 songs, Shall better please my God, Than harp or trumpet's solemn sound, Than goats' or bullocks' blood. This shall his humble followers see, And set their hearts at rest : They by his death draw near to thee. And live for ever blessM. Let heav'n, and all that dwell on high, To God their voices raise ; While lands and seas assist the sky, And join to advance the praise. Zion is thine, most holy God ! Thy Son shall bless her gates; And glory purchas'd by his blood, For thine own Israel waits. DEEP in our hearts let us record The deeper sorrows of our Lord ; Behold ! the rising billows roll To overwhelm his holy soul. In long complaints he spends his breath, While hosts of hell, and pow'rs of death, And all the sons of malice join To execute their curs'd design. 3 Yet, gracious God, thy pow'r and love Have made the curse a blessing prove ; Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son, Aton'd for sins which we had none. 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord The honours of thy law restored ; His sorrows made thy justice known, And paid for follies not his own. Oh, for his sake our guilt forgive, And let the mourning sinner live : The Lord will hear us in his name, Nor shall our hope be turn'd to shame. 1 JrpWAS for my sake, eternal God, -*- Thy Son sustain'*) that heavy load Of base reproach and sore disgrace, And shame denTd his sacred face. 2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin, Abus'd the man that check'd their sin ; While he fnlfill'd thy holy laws They hate him, but without a cause. 3 '[My Father's house (said he) was made ' A place of worship not for trade ; Then scatt'ring all their gold and brass, He scourg'd the merchants from the place.] 4 [Zeal for the temple of his God Consum'd his life, expos'd his blood ; Reproaches at thy g:lory thrown, He felt and mourn'd them as his own.] 5 [His friends forsook, his followers fled, While foes and arms surround his head ; They curse him with a sland'rous tongue, And the false judge maintains the wrong.] 6 His life they load with hateful lies, And charge his lips with blasphemies; The) nail him to the shameful tree : There hung the man that died for me ! 121 PSALM 69. Ver. 7, Sec. PART II. L. M. Christ's suffering and zeal. 122 PSALM 71. Ver. 5-9- PART I. C. M. The aged saint's reflection and hope. [Wretches, with hearts as hard as stones, Insult his piety and groans ; Gall was the food they gave him there, And mock'd his thirst with vinegar.] But God beheld ; and from his throne Marks out the men that hate his Son ; The hand that raised him from the dead, Shall pour due vengeance on their head. PSALM 71. 1 ]\/TY God, my everlasting hope, -L» '- I live upon thy truth ; Thine hands have held my childhood up And strengthen'd all my youth. 2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy pow'r With all these limbs of mine ; And from my mother's painful hour I've been entirely thine. 3 Still lias my life new wonders seen Repeated ev'ry year; Behold thy days that yet remain, I trust them to thy care. 4 Cast me not off when strength declines, When hoary hairs arise ; And round me let thy glory shine, Whene'er thy servant dies. 5 Then in the history of my age, When men review my days, They'll read thy love in ev'ry page, In ev'ry line thy praise. MY Saviour, my almighty Friend, When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace ? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust, Thy goodness I adore ; And since I knew thy graces first, I speak thy glories more. 3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road ; And march with courage in thy strength To see my Father, God. When I am fill'd with sore distress For some surprising sin, I'll plead thy perfect righteousness, And mention none but thine. How will my lips rejoice to tell The vict'ries of my King ! My soul, redeem'd from sin and hell, Shall thy salvation sing. [My tongue shall all the day proclaim My Saviour and my God : His death has brought my foes to shame, And drown'd them in his blood. Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs, With this delightful song I'll entertain the darkest hours Nor think the season long.] 123 PSALM 71. Ver. 15, &c PART II. Christ our strength and righteous- f^OD of my childhood and my youth, ' ^* The guide of all my days ; I have declar'd thy heav'nly truth, And told thy wond'rous ways. Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, And leave my fainting heart ? PSALM 71. Ver. 17--21 PART III. C. M. 124 PSALM 7*. The aged christian's prayer and song. Who shall sustain my sinking- years, If God my strength depart ? Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim To the surviving age ; And leave a savour of thy name When I shall quit the stage. The land of silence and of death Attends my next remove : Oh, may these poor remains of breath Teach the wide world thy love ! 5 51 Thy righteousness is deep and high ; Unsearchable thy deeds : Thy glory spreads beyond the sky, And all my praise exceeds. (> Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar, And oft endur'd the grief; But when thy hand has press'd me sore. Thy grace was my relief. 7 By long experience have I known Thy sov'reign pow'r to save ; At thy command I venture down Securely to the grave. 8 When I lie buried deep in dust, My flesh shall be thy care ; These with'ring limbs with thee I trust, To raise them strong* and fair. PSALM 72. PART I. L. M. The i kingdom of | Christ. GREAT God ! whose universal sway, The known and unknown worlds Now give the kingdom to thy Son ; [obey, Extend his pow'r, exhalt his throne. Thy sceptre well becomes his hands; All heav'n submits to his commands, His justice shall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail no more. With pow'r he vindicates the just, And treads the oppressor in the dust; His worship and his fear shall last Till hours, and years, and time he past, As rain on meadows newly mown, So shall he send his influence down : His grace on fainting" souls distills, Like heav'nly dew on thirsty hills. The heathen lands that lie heneath The shades of overspreading death, Revive at his first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight. 6 The saints shall flourish in his days, Dress'd in the robes of joy and praise ; Peace, like a river, from his throne Shall flow to nations yet unknown. 125 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journies run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. [Behold, the islands with their kings, And Europe her best tribute brings ; From north to south the princes meet, To pay their homage at his feet. There Persia, glorious to behold ; There India shines in eastern gold; And barb'rous nations at his word Submit, and bowr, and owTn their Lord.] For him shall endless pray'r be made, And princes throng to crowTn his head ; His name like swreet perfume shall rise With ev'ry morning sacrifice. PSALM 7a. PART II. L. M. Christ's kingdom among the Gentiles. 5 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song- ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name. 6 Blessings abound where'er he reigns The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains : The weary find eternal rest ; And all the sons of want are bless'd. 7 [Where he displays his healing pow'r, Death and the curse are known no more In him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost. 8 Let every creature rise, and bring Peculiar honours to our King ; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen.] NOW I'm convinced the Lord is kind To men of hearts sincere ; Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd, And border'd on despair. I griev'd to see the wicked thrive, And spoke with angry breath : 6 How pleasant and profane they live ! ' How peaceful is their death ! 1 With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes, ' They lay their fears to sleep : 'Against the heavens their slanders rise, k While saints in silence weep. ' In vain I lift my hands to pray, ' And cleanse my heart in vain ; 1 For I am chasten 'd all the day, 'The night renews my pain. Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints I felt my heart reprove ; 1 Sure I Khali thus offend thy saints 1 And grieve the men I love.' 6 But still I found my douhts too hard, The conflict too severe, Till I retird to search thy word, And learn thy secrets there. 7 There, as in some prophetic glass I saw the sinner's feet, High mounted on a slippery place, Beside a fiery pit. 8 I heard the wretch profanely boast, Till at thy frown he fell ; His honours in a dream were lost, And he awakes in hell. 9 Lord, what an envious fool I was ! How like a thoughtless beast! Thus to suspect thy promised grace, And think the wicked bless'd. 10 Yet I was kept from full despair, Upheld by povv'r unknown : That blessed hand that broke the snare Shall guide me to thy throne. 1 f^ OD, is my supporter and my hope, ^ My help for ever near ; Thine arm of mercy held me up When sinking in despair. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Through this dark wilderness ; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face. 3 Were 1 in heav'n without my God, 'Twould be no joy to me ; And whilst this earth is my abode, I long for none but thee, 128 PSALM 73. Ver. 22, 3, 6, 17—20. L. M. The pros- perity of sinners cursed. What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint ? God is my soul's eternal rock, The strength of ev'ry saint. Behold ! the sinners that remove Far from thy presence die ; Not all the idol-gods they love, Can save them when they cry. But to draw near to thee, my God, Shall be my sweet employ; My tongue shall sound thy works abroad. And tell the world my joy. 1 T ORD, what a thoughtless wretch was I -" To mourn and murmur, and repine, To see the wicked plac'd on high, Tn pride and robes of honour shine. 2 But oh, their end ! their dreadful end ! Thy sanctuary taught me so : On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below, 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again ; There may they stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain. 4 Their fancied joys, how fast they flee ! Just like a dream when one awakes : Their songs of softest harmony Are but a preface to their plagues. 5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine Too dear to purchase with my blood ; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine ; My life, my portion, and my God. OURE there's a righteous God, ^ Nor is religion vain ; Though men of viee may boast aloud, And men of grace complain. [I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools with scornful eyes, In robes of honour shine. Pamper'd with wanton ease, Their flesh looks full and fair, Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas, And grows without their care. Free from the plagues and pains, That pious souls endure ; Through all their life oppression reigns, And racks the humble poor. Their impious tongues blaspheme The everlasting God ; Their malice blasts the good man's name, And spreads their lies abroad. But I, with flowing tears, Indulg'd my doubts to rise ; 6 Is there a God that sees or hears 1 The things below the skies ?' The tumults of my thought, Held me in hard suspense, Till to thy house my feet were brought, To learn thy justice thence. Thy word with light and pow'r, Did my mistakes amend ; I view'd the sinner's life before, But here I learn'd their end. 129 PSALM 73. S. M. The myrtety of Providence unfolded. 130 9 On what a slipp'ry steep The thoughtless wretches go ! And oh, that dreadful fiery deep That waits their fall below ! 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow, My thoughts no more repine ; I call my God my portion now, And all my powers are thine. PSALM 74. CM. The church pleading with God under sore persecu- tion. WILL God for ever cast us off? His wrath for ever smoke, Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock ? Think of the tribes so dearly bought, With their Redeemer's blood ; Nor let thy Zion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. Lift up thy feet, and march in haste ; Aloud our ruin calls : See, what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. Where once thy churches pray'd and sang, Thy foes profanely roar ; Over thy gates their ensigns hang, Sad tokens of their pow'r. How are the seats of worship broke ! They tear the buildings down ; And he that deals the heaviest stroke, Procures the chief renown. With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their nest ; ' Come, let us burn at once, (they cry) 6 The temple and the priest. And still, to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn.; Thy wonted signs of pow'r and grace ; Thy pow'r and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks, to calm our woes, But all the seers mourn ; There's not a soul amongst us knows, The time of thy return. 9 % How long, eternal God, how long Shall men of pride blaspheme ? Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10 Canst thou for ever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd ? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still withhold thine hand ? 1 1 What strange deliv'rance hast thou shown In ages long before ! And now no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wond'rous way, And then secure their flight. 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day ? Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way ? 14 Hath not thy pow'r fornTd ev'ry coast, And set the earth its bounds ; With summer's heat and winters' frost, In their perpetual rounds ? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust, That sacred pow'r blaspheme ? Will not thy hand that form'd them first, Avenge thine injur'd name ? __ [12] _ ~ 131 PSALM 74- 132 PSALM 75. L. M. Power and govern- ment from God alone. APPLIED TO THE GLORIOUS REVOLU- TION BY KING WILLIAM, 16 Think on the cov'nant thou hast made, And all thy words of love ; Nor let the birds of prey invade, And vex thy mourning" dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thine own cause, Almighty God, And give thy children rest. 1 HPO thee, most Holy, and most High, J- To thee we bring our thankful praise : Thy works declare thy name is nigh ; Thy works of wonder and of grace. 2 Britain was doom'd to be a slave, Her frame dissolv'd, her fears were great ; When God a new supporter gave, To bear the pillars of the state. 3 He from thy hand receiv'd his crown, And swore to rule by Avholesome laws ; His foot shall tread the oppressor down, His arm defend the righteous cause. 4 Let haughty sinners sink their pride, Nor lift so high their scornful head ; But lay their foolish thoughts aside, And own the King that God hath made. 5 Such honors never come by chance, Nor do the winds promotion blow : 'Tis God, the Judge, doth one advance ; 'Tis God that lays another low. 6 No vain pretence to royal birth, Shall fix a tyrant on the throne God, the great sovereign of the earth, Will rise and make his justice known. 7 [His hands hold out the dreadful cup Of vengeance, mix'd with various plagues, To make the wicked drink them up, Wring out and taste the bitter dregs. 8 Now shall the Lord exalt the just; And while he tramples on the proud, And lays their glory in the dust. My lips shall sing his praise aloud.] TNJi -1- His rN Judah God of old was known ; lis name in Israel great ; In Salem stood his holy throne, And Sion was his seat. Among the praises of his saints, His dwelling there he chose ; There he receiv'd their just complaints Against their haughty foes. From Sion went his dreadful word, And broke the threatening spear ; The bow, the arrow, and the sword, And crush 'd the Assyrian war. What are the earth's wide kingdoms else, But mighty hills of prey ? The hill on which Jehovah dwells, Is glorious more than they. Twas Sion's King that stopp'd the breath Of captains and their bands : The men of might slept fast in death, And never found their hands. At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God ! Both horse and chariot fell : Who knows the terrors of thy rod ? Thy vengeance, who can tell ? 133 PSALM 76. CM. Israel sared, and the Assyrians destroyed. 134 PSALM 77. PART I. C. M. Melancho- ly assault- ing, and hope prevailing. 7 What pow'r can stand before thy sight, When once thy wrath appears ? When heav'n shines round with dreadful The earth lies still and fears. [light, 8 When God in his own sov'reign ways, Comes down to save the oppress'd, The wrath of man shall work his praise, And he'll restrain the rest. 9 [Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring ; Ye princes, fear his frown ; His terror shakes the proudest king, And cuts an army down. 10 The thunder of his sharp rebuke, Our haughty foes shall feel ; For Jacob's God hath not forsook, But dwells in Sion still.] TO God I cried with mournful voice ; I sought his gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And fill'd the night with fear. Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief ; I thought on God, the just and wise, ]>ut thoughts increased my grief. Still I complain'd, and still oppress'd, My heart began to break ; My God, thy wrath forbade my rest, And kept my eyes awake. My overwhelming sorrows grew, Till I could speak no more ; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments oe'r. 1 caird back years and ancient times, When I beheld thy face ; My spirit search'd for secret crimes, That might withhold thy grace. 6 I caird thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before ; And will the Lord no more be kind ? His face appear no more? 7 Will he for ever cast me off ? His promise ever fail ? Has he forgot his tender love ? Shall anger still prevail ? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark despairing frame ; Rememb'ringwhatthy hand hath wrought, Thy hand is still the same. 9 I'll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o'er ; Thy wonders of recov'ring grace, When flesh could hope no more. 1 0 Grace dwells with Justice on the throne ; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. 13;> PSALM 77. TTOW awful is thy chast'ning rod !' •*-■*- (May thy own children say) * The great, the wise, the dreadful God ! 4 How holy is his way ! I'll meditate his works of old ; The King that reigns above ; I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. PSALM 77. PART II. CM. 136 PSALM 77. Comfort derived from ancient providence PSALM 78. 3 Long did the house of Joseph lie, With Egypt's yoke oppress'd : Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of good old Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their foes ; But his Almighty arm redeem 'd, The nation that he chose. 5 Israel, his people, and his sheep, Must follow where he calls ; He bade them venture through the deep, And made the waves their walls. 6 The waters saw thee mighty God ! The waters saw thee come ; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey through the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown ; Terrors attend the wondrous way, That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice with terror in the sound, Through clouds and darkness broke ; All heaven in lightning shone around, And earth with thunder shook. 9 Thine arrows thro' the skies were hurPd ; How glorious is the Lord ! Surprise and trembling seiz'd the world : And his own saints ador'd. 10 He gave them water from the rock ; And safe by Moses' hand, Through a dry desert led his flock, Home to the promis'd land.] 1 TET children hear the mighty deeds, -" Which God perform'd of old ; Which in our younger years Ave saw, And which our father's told. He bids us make his glories known, His works ofpow'rand grace; And we'll convey his wonders down, Through ev'ry rising- race. Our lips shall tell them to our sons, And they again to theirs ; That generations yet unborn, May teach them to their heirs. Thus shall they learn in God alone, Their hope securely stands ; That they may ne'er forget his works, But practice his commands. f\ WHAT a stiff rebellious house, ^ Wras Jacob's ancient race ! False to their own most solemn vows, And to their Maker's grace. They broke the cov'nant of his love, And did his laws despise ; *> Forgot the works he wrought to prove, His pow'r before their eyes. They sawT the plagues on Egypt light, From his avenging hand : What dreadful tokens of his might, Spread o'er that stubborn land ! They saw him cleave the mighty sea, And march'd in safety through, With wat'ry walls to guard their way, Till they had 'scap'd the foe. A wondrous pillar mark'd the road, Compos'd of shade and light ; By day it prov'd a shelt'ring cloud, A leading fire by night. 138 PSALM 78. PART III. C. M. The punish- ment of luxury and intemp- erance. 6 He from the rock their thirst supplied ; The gushing- waters fell, And ran in rivers by their side, A constant miracle ! 7 Yet they provok'd the Lord most high, And dar'd distrust his hand : • Can lie with bread our host supply, 6 Amidst this desert land !' 8 The Lord, with indignation heard, And caus'd his wrath to flame ; His terrors ever stand prepared To vindicate his name. WHEN Israel sins, the Lord reproves, And fills their hearts with dread ; Yet he forgives the men he loves, And sends them heav'nly bread. He fed them with a lib'ral hand, And made his treasures known ; He gave the midnight clouds command To pour provision down. The manna, like a morning show'r, Lay thick around their feet ; The corn of heav'n, so light, so pure, As though 'twere angel's meat. But they in murm'ring language said, * Manna is all our feast ; 8 We loathe this light, this airy bread ; 6 We must have flesh to taste.' Ye shall have flesh, to please your lust, (The Lord in wrath replied ;) And sent them quails, like sand or dust, Heap'd up from side to side. 3 He gave them all their own desire : And greedy as they fed, His vengeance burn'd with secret fire, And smote the rebels dead. J When some wTere slain, the rest return'd, And sought the Lord with tears ; Under the rod they fear'd and mourn'd, But soon forgot their fears. 3 Oft he chastis'd, and still forgave ; 'Till, by his gracious hand, The nation he resolv'd to save Possess'd the promis'd land. GREAT God ! how oft did Israel prove By turns thine anger and thy love ! There in a glass our hearts may see How fickle and how false they be. I How soon the faithless Jews forgot The dreadful wonders God had wrought! Then they provoke him to his face, Nor fear his pow'r, nor trust his grace. $ The Lord consum'd their years in pain, And made their travels long and vain ! A tedious march through unknown ways Wore out their strength, and spent their days. I Oft when they saw their brethren slain, They mourn'd, and sought the Lord again; CalPd him the Rock of their abode, Their high Redeemer, and their God. j Their pray'rs and vows before him rise, As flatt'ring words or solemn lies ; While their rebellious tempers prove False to his covenant and his love. 139 PSALM; 78. Ver. 32, &c PART IV. L. M. Back- sliding and forgiveness 140 PSALM 80. L. M. The church's prayer under affliction. 6 Yet did his sov'reign grace forgive The men who not deserv'd to live ; His anger oft away he turn'd, Or else with gentle flame it hurn'd. 7 He saw their flesh was weak and frail ; He saw temptations still prevail : The God of Abr'ham lov'd them still, And led them to his holy hill. 1 n REAT Shepherd of thine Israel, ^* Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And led'st the tribes, thy chosen sheep, Safe through the desert and the deep : 2 Thy church is in the desert now; Shine from on high, and guide us through ; Turn us to thee, thy love restore ; We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. 3 Great God! whom heav'nly hosts obey, How long shall we lament and pray, And wait in vain thy kind return ? How long shall thy fierce anger burn ? 4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread, Thy saints with their own tears are fed : Turn us to thee, thy love restore ; We shall be sav'd and sigh no more. 5 ^[ Hast thou not planted with thy hands A lovely vine in heathen lands ? Did not thy pow'r defend it round, And heav'nly dews enrich the ground ? 6 How did the spreading branches shoot. And bless the nations with the fruit ? But now, dear Lord, look down and see That mourning vine, that lovely tree. Why is its beauty thus defae'd ? Why hast thou laid her fences waste ? Strangers and foes against her join, And ev'ry beast devours thy vine. Return, Almighty God, return ; Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn : Turn us to thee, thy love restore ; We shall be sard and sigh no more. 9^[ Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew, Thou wast its strength and glory too ; Attack'd in vain by all its foes, Till the fair Branch of promise rose. 10 Fair Branch ! ordain 'd of old to shoot, From David's stock, from Jacob's root ; Himself a noble vine ; and we The lesser branches of the tree. 1 1 5Tis thine own Son ; and he shall stand? Girt with thy strength at thy right hand ; Thy first born Son, adorn' d and bless'd With pow'r and grace above the rest. 12 Oh ! for his sake, attend our cry ; Shine on thy churches, lest they die : Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. OING to the Lord aloud, ^ And make a joyful noise : God is our strength, our Saviour God, Let Israel hear his voice. 6 From vile idolatry 8 Preserve my worship clean : I am the Lord who set thee free From slavery and sin. Ver. 1, 8- 16. 142 PSALM 81. The warnings of God to his people ' Stretch thy desires abroad, 6 And I'll supply them well : 8 But if ye will refuse your God, 6 If Israel will rebel. 8 I'll leave them (saith the Lord) 6 To their own lusts a prey ; ' And let them run the dang'rous road ; 6 Tis their own chosen way, 'Yet oh, that all my saints 8 Would hearken to my voice ! 6 Soon I would ease their sore complaints, ' And bid their hearts rejoice. 1 While I destroy their foes, 1 I'd richly feed my flock ; ' And they should taste the stream that * From their eternal rock. [flows PSALM 82. L. M. God the supreme Governor or, Ma- gistrates warned. 1 A MONG th' assemblies of the great, -£*- A greater Ruler takes his seat ; The God of heav'n as Judge, surveys Those gods on earth, and all their ways. 2 Why will ye then frame wicked laws ? Or why support the unrighteous cause ? When will ye once defend the poor, That sinners vex the saints no more ? 3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know; Dark are the ways in which they go : Their name of earthly gods is vain ; For they shall fall and die like men. 4 Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son Possess this universal throne, And rule the nations with his rod ; He is our Judge, and he our God. I A ND will the God of grace -£*- Perpetual silence keep ? The God of justice hold his peace, And let his vengeance sleep ? Behold what cursed snares The men of mischief spread : The men that hate thy saints and thee, Lift up their threat'ning head. Against thy hidden ones Their counsels they employ; And malice, with her watchful eye, Pursues them to destroy. The noble and the base Into thy pastures leap ; The lion and the stupid ass Conspire to wax thy sheep. 1 Come, let us join (they cry) 1 To root them from the ground : Till not the name of saints remain, ' Nor mem'ry shall be found.' Awake, Almighty God ! And call thy wrath to mind ; Give them like forests to the fire, Or stubble to the wind. Convince their madness, Lord, And make them seek thy name ; Or else their stubborn rage confound, That they may die in shame. Then shall the nations know That glorious, dreadful word, Jehovah is thy name alone, And thou the sov'reign Lord. 144 PSALM 84. PART I. L. M. The pleasures of public worship. HOW pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire ray spirit faints To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. My flesh would rest in thine abode ; My panting heart cries out for God : My God ! My King ! why should I be So far from all my joys, and thee ? The sparrow chooses where to rest, And for her young provides her nest ; But will my God to sparrows grant That pleasure which his children want ? Bless'd are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne of majesty : Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. Bless'd are the souls that find a place Within the temple of thy grace ; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. Bless'd are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Sion's gate : God is their strength; and thro' the road They lean upon their helper, God. Cheerful they walk with growing strength 'Till all shall meet in heav'n at length 'Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. PSALM 84. GREAT God attend while Sion sings The joy that from thy presence springs; To spend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest pi are Within thine house, O God of grace! Not tents of ease, nor thrones of pow'r, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our sun ; he makes our day: God is our shield ; he guards our May, From all th' assaults of hell and sin; From foes without, and foes within. 4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too ; He gives us all things and withholds No real good from upright souls. O God, our King, whose sovereign sway, The glorious hosts of heaven obey, And devil's at thy presence flee ; Bless'd is the man that trusts in thee. 145 PSALM 84. PART II. L. M. God and his church ; or, grace and glory. 1 1VTY soul, how lovely is the place, -lVI. To which thy God resorts! Tis heav'n to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts. 2 There the great monarch of the skies, His saving' pow'r displays : And light breaks in upon our eyes, With kind and quick'uing rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heav'nly Dove Descends and fills the place ; While Christ reveals his wond'rous love ; And sheds abroad his grace. 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will ; And still we seek thy mercies there, And sing thy praises still. __ PSALM Ver. 1,4,2, 3, 10. C. M. Delight in divine or- dinances. __i 146 5 *~ My heart and flesh ery out for thee, While far from thine abode : H Wka shall I tread thy courts, and see My Saviour and my God ! 84. 6 Tke sparrow builds herself a nest. And suffers no ren Oh. make me. like the sparrows. bless'dJ Iwell but where I I 7 To at mm iaj beneath thine eye. And hear thy snracious ? Exeeeds a whole eterr Employed in carna] • - • y threshold 1 would wait,. Whi in; Rather than fill a t" :ate. Or live in te: - 9 Could I command the spacious land. And the more boundless sea- For one bless'd hour at thy right hand, Yi . • av. 8*. A.LM I T ORD of the wor -" How pleasant and how I The dwellings of thy love, nly temples a: At My heart asp" With warm de- •d. Tlic sparrow for her young- With pleasure seeks a l And wantTrinsr swallows long To find their won* My spi- With equal zeal. To rise and dwell Among- thy saints. Oh, happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear ; ()li, happy men that pay Their constant service there ! They praise thee still ; And happy they That love the way To Sioivs hill ! They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears ; "Till each arrives at length, 'Till each in heav'n appears : Oh, glorious seat. When God our King- Shall thither bring Our willing feet ! ^[ To spend one sacred day Where God and saints abide, Affo r d s div i n e r j o v Than thousand days beside : Where God resorts I love it more To keep the door. Than shine in courts. God is our sun and shield, Our light and our defence ; With gifts his hands are fill'd ; He draw our blessings thence : We shall bestow On Jacob's race Peculiar grace And glory too. _ _ _ 147 psalm] 84. 148 PSALM OS. Ver, 1--8. PART I. L. M. Waiting for an answer to prayer. PSALM SB* Ver. 9, Ike- PART ir. L. M. The Lord his people loves; His hand no good withholds, From those his heart approves, From pure and pious souls ; Thrice happy he () God of hosts, Whose spirit trusts Alone in thee. to 1 T ORI), thou hast call'd thy grace -" mind, Thou hast revers'd our heavy doom ; So God forgave when Israel sinifd, And hrought his wand'ring captives home. 2 Thou hast begun to set us free, And made thy fiercest wralh abate ; Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee, And thy salvation be complete. 3 Revive our dying graces, Lord, And let thy saints in thee rejoice: Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word, We wait for praise to tune our voice. 4 We wait to hear what God will say ; He'll spenk, and give his people peace : But let them run no more astray, Lest his returning wrath increase. SALVATION is for ever nigh Hie souls that fear and trust the Lord; And grace, descending from on high, Fresh hopes of glory shall afford. Mercy and truth on earth are met, Since Christ the Lord came down from ]>y his obedience, so complete, [heav'n : Justice is pleas'd, and peace is giv'n 3 Now truth and honour shall abound, Religion dwell on earth again, And heavn'ly influence bless the ground In our Redeemer's gentle reign. 4 His righteousness is gone before, To give us free access to (rod ; Our wand ring feet shall stray no more, But mark his steps, and keep the road, 1 A MOXG the princes, earthly cods, -£*- There's none hath pow'r divine; Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their works like thine. 2 The nations thou hast made, shall bring Their off rings round thy throne : For thou alone dost wond'rous things, For thou art God alone. 3 Lord, I would walk with holy feet : Teach me thine heav'nly ways ; And my poor scatter d thoughts unite, In God my Father's praise. 4 Great is thy mercy, and my tongue Shall those sweet wonders tell ; How by thy grace my sinking soul Rose from the deeps of hell. 1 f~^ OD in his earthly temple lays " Foundations for his heav'nly praise He likes the tents of Jacob well, But still in Zion loves to dwell. 2 His mercy visits ev'ry house, That pay their night and morning vows; thebirth- But makes a more delightful stay, place of Where churches meet to praise and pray, the saints. 150 What glories are describ'd of old ! What wonders are of Zion told ! Thou city of our God below, Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know ! Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, Shall there begin their lives anew: Angels and men shall join to sing The hill where living waters spring. When God makes up his last account Of natives in his holy mount, 'Twill be an honour to appear As one new-born or nourish'd there ; PSALM 89. L. M. The covenant made with Christ ; or, the true David. FOR ever shall my song record The truth and mercy of the Lord ; Mercy and truth for ever stand, Like heav'n establish'd by his hand. Thus to his Son, he sware and said, ' With thee my cov'nant first is made: ' In thee shall dying sinners live, ' Glory and grace are thine to give. ' Be thou my Prophet, thou my Priest; 6 Thy children shall be ever bless'd ; ' Thou art my chosen King ; thy throne 1 Shall stand eternal, like my own. ' There's none of all my sons above, 6 So much my image or my love : 6 Celestial pow'rs thy subjects are : £ Then what can earth to thee compare ? ' David, my servant, whom I chose i To guard my flock, to crush my foes, * And rais'd him to the Jewish throne, s Was but a shadow of my Son. 5 Now let the church rejoice, and sing Jesus, her Saviour, and her king : Angels his heav'nly wonders show7, And saints declare his works below. MY never-ceasing songs shall show The mercies of the Lord, And make succeeding ages know How faithful is his word. The sacred truths his lips pronounce, Shall firm as heav'n endure ; And if he speak a promise once, Th' eternal grace is sure. How long the race of David held The promis'd Jewish throne ! But there's a nobler cov'nant seal'd To David's greater Son. His seed for erer shall possess A throne above the skies ; The meanest subject of his grace Shall to that glory rise. Lord God of hosts, thy wond'rous ways Are sung by saints above ; And saints on earth their honours raise To thine unchanging love. 1 TJI7TTH rev'rence let the saints appear ' ' And bow before the Lord ; His high commands with rev'rence hear, And tremble at his word. 2 How terrible thy glories be ! How bright thine armies shine ! 152 PSALM 89. The power and majes ty of God ; or, reverential worship. PSALM 89. Ver. 15, &c PART III. CM. A blessed gospel. Where is the pow'r that vies with thee ? Or truth compar'd with thine ? The northen pole, or southern, rest On thy supporting- hand; Darkness and day, from east to west Move round at thy command. Thy words the raffing winds control, And rule the hoistVous deep : Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll, The rolling billows sleep. Heav'n, earth, and air, and sea are thine, And the dark world of hell : How did thine arm in vengeance shine, When Egypt durst rebel ! Justice and judgment are thy throne, Yet world rous is thy grace ; While truth and mercy, join'd in one, Invite us near thy face. 1 TMjESSED are the souls that hear and -D The gfospePs joyful sound ; [know Peace shall attend the path they go, And light their steps around. 2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up, Through their Redeemer's name : His righteousness exhalts their hope, Nor Satan dares condemn, *\ The Lord, our glory, and defence, Strength and salvation gives ; Israel thy King for ever reigns, Thv God for ever lives. 1 TTEAR what the Lord in vision said, J— L And made his mercy known : ' Sinners ! behold your help is laid ' On my Almighty Son. 2 ' Behold the man my wisdom chose ' Among your mortal race ; ' His head my holy oil overflows, ' The spirit of my grace. 3 ' High shall he reign on David's throne, ' My people's better King; * My arm shall beat bis rivals down, ' And still new subjects bring. 4 ' My truth shall guard him in his way, ' With mercy by bis side ; ' While in my name through earth and sea, ' He shall in triumph ride. 5 ' Me for his Father and bis God ' He shall for ever own : 'Call me bis rock, his high abode ; '• And {'11 support my Son. 6 'My first-born Son array'd in grace, 6 At my right band shall sit ; 1 Beneath him angels know their place, ' And monarch at bis teet. 7 'My covnant stands for ever fast, ' My promises are strong ; • Firm as the heav'ns bis throne shall last, ' His seed endure as long/ 1 XTET (saith the Lord) if David's race, -*- 'The children of my Son, ' Should break my laws, abuse my grace, 1 And tempt mine auger down ; Vtr. 13, &c PART IV. C. M. Christ's mediato- rial king- 154 | PSALM 89. Ver. 30, &c TART V. CM. The covenant of grace unchange- able. PSALM 89. Ver. 47, &c PART VI. L. M. Mortality and hope. ; Their sins I'll visit with the rod, 6 And make their folly smart ; But I'll not cease to be their God, ' Nor from my truth depart. : My covenant I will ne'er revoke, 6 But keep my grace in mind : ; And what eternal love hath spoke, 6 Eternal truth shall bind. ; Once hawi I sworn, (I need no more) 6 And pledg'd my holiness, : To seal the sacred promise sure 6 To David and his race. • The sun shall see his offspring rise, 6 And spread from sea to sea, ; Long as he travels round the skies, 6 To give the nations day. ; Sure as the moon that rules the night, 6 His kingdom shall endure, ; 'Till the fix'd laws of shade and light 6 Shall be observ'd no more.' REMEMBER, Lord, our mortal state, How frail our life, how7 short the date! Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from disease, secure from death ? Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine and cry, c Must death for ever rage and reign ? 6 Or hast thou made mankind in vain ? ' Where is thy promise to the just ? 6 Are not thy servants turn'd to dust ? But faith forbids these mournful sighs, And sees the sleeping dust arise. 4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day? Wipes the reproach of saints away ; And clears the honour of thy word : Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord! 155 PSALM. 89. As the 113th. Ver. 47, Sec Life, death and the re-: THINK, mighty God, on feeble man, How few his hours, how short his span Short from the cradle to the grave : Who can secure his vital breath, Against the bold demands of death, With skill to fly, or pow'rs to save ? Lord, shall it be for ever said, 1 The race of man was only made t For sickness, sorrow, and the dust ?' Are not thy servants, day by day, Sent to their graves, and turn'd to clay ?| T , i - i i • i i • Jsurrection. Lord, where s thy kindness to the just ? Hast thou not promis'd to thy Son, And all his seed, a heav'nly crown ? But flesh and sense indulge despair: For ever blessed be the Lord, That faith can read his holy word, And find a resurrection there. For ever blessed be the Lord, Who gives his saints a long reward For all their toil, reproach, and pain, Let all below, and all above, Join to proclaim thy wondrous love, And each repeat a loud Amen. 1 rpHROUGH ev'ry age, eternal God, -*- Thou art our rest, our safe abode ; High was thy throne e'er heav'n was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid. PSALM 90. L. M. 156 PSALM 90. Man mortal and God eternal. PSALM 90. 2 Long hadst thou reign'd e'er time began, Or dust was fashion'd to a man ; And long thy kingdom shall endure, When earth and time shall be no more. 3 But man, weak man, is born'd to die — Made up of guilt and vanity : Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, ' Return, ye sinners to your dust. 4 [A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account; Like yesterday's departed light. Or the last watch of ending night.] 5 % Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away ; our life's a dream ; An empty tale ; a morning flow'r, Cut down, and wither'd in an hour. 6 [Our age to seventy years is set; How short the term ! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan than live. 7 But oh, how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years ! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread ; We fear that pow'r that strikes us dead.] 8 Teach us O Lord, how frail is man, And kindly lengthen out our span, 'Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. OUR God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come ; Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home! 2 Under the shadow of thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure ; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, 1 Return, ye sons of men ;' All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again. 5 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an ev'ning gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 6 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, And carried downwards by the flood, And lu^t in following years. 7 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the op'ning day. 8 Like flow'ry fields the nations stand, Pleased with the morning light ; The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand, Lie with'ring e'er 'tis night.] 9 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come ; Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home ! " 1 T ORD, if thine eye survey our faults, -" And justice grow severe, 158 PSALM 90. Ver. 8, 11 , 9, 10—12. PART II. C. M. Infirmities and mortality the effects of sin. PSALM 90, Ver. 15&c. PART III. C. M, Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, -J\nd burns beyond our fear. Thine anger turns our frame to dust ; By one offence to thee ; Adam, with all his sons have lost, Their immortality. Life, like a vain amusement, flies, A fable or a song : By swift degrees our nature dies, Nor can our joys be long. rTis but a few whose days amount To threescore years and ten ; And all beyond that short account Is sorrow, toil, and pain. * [Our vitals, with laborious strife, Bear up the crazy load, And drag those poor remains of life Along the tiresome road. Almighty God, reveal thy love, And not thy wrath alone ; Oh, let our sweet experience prove The mercies of thy throne ! Our souls would learn the heav'nly art, T' improve the hours we have, That we may act the wiser part, And live beyond the grave. 1 T3ETURN, O God of love! return, •"> Earth is a tiresome place : How long shall we, thy children, mourn Our absence from thy face ? 2 Let heav'n succeed our painful years, Let sin and sorrow cease ; And in proportion to our tears, So make our joys increase. 3 Thy wonders to thy servants show, Make thy own work complete ; Then shall our souls thy glory know, And own thy love was great. 4 Then shall we shine before thy throne, In all thy beauty, Lord ; And the poor service we have done, Meet a divine reward. 1 T ORD, what a feeble piece J-^ Is this our mortal frame ! Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name ! 2 Alas, the brittle clay That built our body first ! And ev'ry month, and ev'ry day. Tis mould'ring back to dust. 3 Our moments fly apace, Nor will our minutes stay ; Just like a flood our hasty days Are sweeping us away. 4 Well, if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight ; We'll spend them all in wisdom's way. And let them speed their flight. 5 They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea : Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore Of bless'd eternity. HE that hath made his refuge God. Shall find a> most secure abode; Shall walk all uny beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. 159 j PSALM ! 90. Breathing: after heaven. PSALM 90. Ver. 5, 10, 12. S. M. The frailty and shortness of life. PSALM 91- 160 PSALM Ver. 1—7- PART I. L. M. Safety in times of general calamity. J Then will I say, < My God, thy pow'r 1 Shall be my fortress arid my tow'r; fc I, that am form d of feeble dust, fi Make thine almighty arm my trust.' I Thrice happy man ! thy Maker's care Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare ; Satan, the fowler, who betrays Unguarded souls a thousand ways. Ir Just as a hen protects her brood From birds of prey that seek their blood, Under her feathers ; so the Lord Makes his own arm his people's guard. > If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire, God is their life ; his wings are spread To shield them with a healthful shade. 6 If vapours with maglignant breath Rise thick, and scatter midnight death, Israel is safe ; the poison'd air Grows pure, if Israel's God be there. 7 % What, though a thousand at thy side, At thy right hand ten thousand; died ; Thy God his chosen people saves Amongst the dead, amidst the graves. 8 So when he sent his angel down To make his wrath in Egypt known, And slew their sons, his careful eye Pass'd all the doors of Jacob by. 9 But if the fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord, To strike his saints among the rest, Their very pains and deaths are bless'd. 10 The sword, the pestilence, or fire, Shall but fulfil their best desire ; From sins and sorrows set them free, And bring- thy children, Lord, to thee. 161 ~\TE sons of men, a feeble race, J- Expos'd to ev'ry snare, Come, make the Lord your dwelling-place And try and trust his care. No ill shall enter where you dwell ; Or, if the plague come nigh, And sweep the wicked down to hell, 'Twill raise his saints on high. He'll give his angels charge to keep Your feet in all their ways ; To watch your pillow while you sleep, And guard your happy days. Their hands shall bear you lest you fall, And dash against the stones : Are they not servants at his call, And sent t' attend his sons. Adders and lions ye shall tread ; The tempter's wiles defeat ; He that hath broke the serpent's head, Put him beneath your feet. 1 Because on me they set their love, 1 I'll save them ; (saith the Lord) 1 I'll bear their joyful souls above ' Destruction and the sword. ' My grace shall answer when they call ; 1 In trouble I'll be nigh ; 1 My pow'r shall help them when they fall, 8 And raise them when they die. ! 8 * Those that on earth my name have known 6 I'll honour them in heav'n ; 1 There my salvation shall be shown, 1 And endless life be giv'n.' PSALM 91. Ver.9— 1(5. PART II. C. M. Protection from death 162 PSALM 92. PART I. L. M. A psalm for the Lord's-day PSALM 92. SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and To show thy love by morning light, [sing, And talk of all thy truth at night. Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast ; Oh, may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound ; My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace how bright they shine, How deep thy counsels, how divine ! Fools never raise their thoughts so high : Like brutes they live, like brutes they die ; Like grass they flourish, till thy breath Blast them in everlasting death. But I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refin'd my heart ; And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head. Sin (my worst enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more ; My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again. Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desir'd or wish'd below7 ; And ev'ry power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. I T ORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand ■*-* In gardens planted by thine hand : Let me within thy courts be seen, Like a young cedar, fresh and green. 2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, Bless'd with thine influence from above Not Lebanon, with all its trees, Yields such a comely sight as these. 3 The plants of grace shall ever live ; (Nature decays, but grace must thrive) Time, that doth all things else impair, Still makes them flourish strong and fair. 4 Laden with fruits of age, they show The Lord is holy, just and true ; None that attend his gates shall find A God unfaithful or uakind. 1 JEHOVAH reigns ; he dwells in light, •J Girded with majesty and might: The world, created by his hands, Still on its first foundation stands. 2 But ere this spacious world was made, Or had its first foundation laid, Thy throne eternal ages stood, Thyself the ever-living God. 3 Like floods the angry nations rise, And aim their rage against the skies ; Vain floods, that aim their rage so high At thy rebuke the billows die. 4 For ever shall thy throne endure, Thy promise stands for ever sure ! And everlasting holiness Becomes the dwellings of thy grace. 163 PSALM 92. Ver. 12, &c P\RT II. L. M. The church Ls the garden of God. PSALM 93. As the 100th. The eternal and overeign God. 1 THE Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high : ■*- His robes of state are strength and majesty ; This wide creation rose at his command, Built by his word, and 'stablish'd by his hand : Long stood his throne ere he began creation, And bis own Godhead is the firm foundation. [TT] PSALM 93. 164 i PSALM 93. j As the old I 50th. 2nd metre. [PSALM 93. As the old 22nd. 3rd metre.' 2 God is th' eternal King. Thy foes in vain Raise their rebellions to confound thy reign ; In vain the storms, in vain the floods arise, And roar, and toss their waves against the skies ; Foaming at heav'n, they rage with wild commotion, But heav'n's high arches scorn the swelling ocean. 3 Ye tempests rage no more : ye floods he still : And the mad world submissive to his will : Built on his truth, his church must ever stand ; Firm are his promises, and strong his hand : See his own sons, when they appear before him, Bow at his footstool, and with fear adore him. THE Lord Jehovah reigns, Antl royal state maintains, His head with awful glories crown'd ; Array'd in robes of light, Begirt with sov'reign might, And rays of majesty around. Upheld by thy commands, The world securely stands ; And skies and stars ohey thy word : Thy throne was fix'd on high, Before the starry sky ; Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord. In vain the noisy crowd, Like billows fierce and loud, Against thine empire rage and roar : In vain with angry spite The surly nations fight, And dash like waves against the shore. Let floods and nations rage, And all their pow'rs engage ; Let swelling tides assault the sky ; The terrors of thy frown Shall beat their madness down ; Thy throne for ever stands on high. 5 Thy promises are true, Thy grace is ever new : There fix'd, thy church shall ne'er remove; Thy saints with holy fear Shall in thy courts appear, And sing thine everlasting love. Repeat the 4th stanza, to complete the tune. 165 PSALM 94. Ver. : C. M. chastised 7 and sinners 1 f\ GOD, to whom revenge belongs, ^ Proclaim thy wrath aloud ; Let sovereign pow'r redress our wrongs, Let justice smite the proud. 2 They say, * the Lord ne'er sees nor hears ;' When will the fools he wise ? Can he be deaf, who fnrm'd their ears ? Or blind, who made their eyes? 3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain. And they shall feel his pow'r ; His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain, reProved In some surprising hour. 4 But if thy saints deserve rebuke, Thou hast a gentler rod ; Thy providences and thy book Shall make them know their God. 5 Bless'd is the man thy hands chastise, And to his duty draw: Thy scourges make thy children wise, When they forgot thy law. 6 But God will ne'er cast off his saints, Nor his own promise break ; He pardons his inheritance For their Redeemer's sake. 1 V^7HO will arise and plead my right, ' ' Against my num'rous foes, PSALM 94. 166 PSALM ,2 94. Ver. 16- -28 3 PART II. CM, God our 4 support and comfort. While earth and hell their force unite , And all my hopes oppose ! Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Sustain'd my fainting head, My life had now in silence dwelt ; My soul amongst the dead. ' Alas ! my sliding feet,' I cried ; Thy promise was my prop : Thy grace stood constant by my side, Thy spirit bore me up. While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bosom roll, Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer my aoul. Pow'rs of iniquity may rise, And frame pernicious laws ; But God, my refuge, rules the skies ; He will defend my cause. Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blasphemers scoff; The Lord our God shall judge the proud, And cut the sinner's off. PSALM 95. CM. A psalm before prayer. OING to the Lord Jehovah's name, ^ And in his strength rejoice ; When his salvation is our theme, Exhalted be our voice. With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of honour sing ; The Lord's a God of boundless might, The whole creation's King. Let princes hear, let angels know, Hoav mean their natures seem ; Those gods on high, and gods below, When once compar'd with him. 4 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, 167 Lies in his spacious hand ; He fix'd the seas what hounds to keep, And where the hills must stand. 5 Come, and with humble souls adore ; Come, kneel hefore his face ; Oh, may the creatures of his pow'r Be children of his grace. 6 Now is the time : he bends his ear And waits for your request : Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear, • Ye shall not see my rest.' PSALM 1 pOME, sound his praise abroad, ^ And hymns of glory sing- ; 95. Jehovah is the sov'reign God, The universal king. S. M. 2 He form'd the deeps unknown ; A p»*lm He gave the seas their hound ; The wat'ry worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. sermon. 3 Come, worship at his throne ; Come, bow before the Lord : We are his works, and not our own ; He form'd us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God. 5 But if your ears refuse The language of his grace, And hearts, grow hard, like stubborn Jews, That unbelieving race : 168 PSALM 95. Ver. 1,2,8, 6—11. L. M. Canaan lost through unbelief. 6 The Lord, in vengeance dress'd, Will lift his hand and swear, * You that despise my promis'd rest, ' Shall have no portion there.' 1 /^OME, let our voices join to raise ^ A sacred song of solemn praise: God is a sov'reign king ; rehearse His honour in exalted verse, 2 Come, let our souls address the Lord, Who fram'd our natures with his word He is our Shepherd, we the sheep, His mercy chose, his pastures keep. 3 Come let us hear his voice to-day ; The counsels of his love ohey ; Nor let our hardened hearts renew The sins and plagues that Israel knew. 4 Israel, that saw his works of grace, Tempted their Maker to his face ; A faithless, unbelieving brood, That tir'd the patience of their God. 5 Thus saith the Lord, ' How false they prove ! ' Forget my powV, abuse my love ; ' Since they despise my rest, I swear 6 There feet shall never enter there.' 6 [Look back my soul with holy dread, And view those ancient rebels dead ; Attend the offer'd grace to daj', Nor lose the blessings by delay. 7 Seize the kind promise while it waits, And march to Zion's heav'nly gates ; Believe, and take the promis'd rest; Obey, and be for ever bless'd]. \ QING to the Lord, ye distant lands, ^ Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue ; His new discover'd grace demands A new and nobler song. 2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, God's own Almighty Son ; His pow'r the sinking world sustains, And grace surrounds his throne. 3 Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day ; Joy through the earth be seen : Let cities shine in bright array, And fields in cheerful green. 4 Let an unusual joy surprise The Islands of the sea: Ye mountains sink, ye valleys rise, Prepare the Lord his way. 5 Behold he comes ! he comes to bless The nations as their God ; To show the world his righteousness, And send his truth abroad. 6 But when his voice shall raise the dead, And bid the world draw near, How will the guilty nations dread To see their Judge appear ! T El1 all the earth their voices raise -■^ To sing the choicest psalm of praise. To sing and bless Jehovah's name ; His glory let the heathens know, His wonders to the nations show, And all his saving works proclaim. 170 PSALM 96. The God of the Gentiles. PSALM 97. Ver. 1—5 PART I. L. M. Christ reigning in heaven and coming to judgment. 1 The heathens know thy glory, Lord ; The wond'ring nations read thy word; In Britain is Jehovah known : Our worship shall no more be paid To gods which mortal hands have made ; Our Maker is our God alone. He fram'd the globe, he built the sky, He made the shining worlds on high ; And reigns complete in glory there ! His beams are majesty and light; His beauties, how divinely bright ! His temple, how divinely fair ! Come, the great day, the glorious hour, When earth shall feel his saving pow'r, And barb'rous nations fear his name ; Then shall the race of man confess The beauty of his holiness, And in his courts his grace proclain. HE reigns ! the Lord the Saviour reigns Praise him in evangelic strains ! Let the whole earth in songs rejoice, And distant islands join their voice. Deep are his counsels and unknown ; But grace and truth support his throne ; Though gloomy clouds his way surround, Justice is their eternal ground. In robes of judgment, lo ! he comes, Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the Before him burns devouring fire, [tombs The mountains melt, the seas retire. His enemies, with sore dismay, Fly from the sight, and shun the day ; Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high And sing, for your redemptions nigh. THE Lord is come; the heavens proclaim His birth; the nations learn his name; An unknown star directs the road Of Eastern sages to their God. All ye bright armies of the skies, Go, worship where the Saviour lies : Angels and kings before him bow, Those gods on high, and gods below. Let idols totter to the ground, And their own worshippers confound : But Judah shout, and Sion sing, And earth confess her sov'reign king. 171 PSALM; 97. Ver. (3— 9. PART II. L. M. Christ' sin- THE Almighty reigns, exalted high O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky Though clouds and darkness veil his feet, His dwelling is the mercy seat. Oh, ye that love his holy name, Hate every work of sin and shame : He guards the souls of all his friends, And from the snares of hell defends. Immortal light, and joys unknown, Are for the saints in darkness sown : Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise, And the bright harvest bless their eyes. Rejoice, ye righteous, and record The sacred honours of the Lord : None but the soul that feels his grace Can triumph in his holiness. 1 XTE islands of the northern sea, J- Rejoice, the Saviour reigns : PSALM; 97. I PART III. J L. M. J Grace and gtory. PSALM 97- 172 PSALM 97- Ver. 1,3, 5 —7,11. C. M. Christ' sin- carnation, and the last judgment. PSALM 98. TART I. C. M. Praise for the gospel. His word, like fire, prepares the way, And mountains melt to plains. His presence sinks the proudest hills, And makes the vallies rise ; The humhle soul enjoys his smiles, The haughty sinner dies. The heav'ns his rightful pow'r proclaim; The idol gods around Fill their own worshippers with shame, And totter to the ground. Adoring angels at his birth Make the Redeemer known : Thus shall he come to judge the earth, And angels guard his throne. Kis foes shall tremble at his sight, And hills and seas retire : His children take their unknown flight, And leave the world in fire. The seeds of joy and glory sown For saints in darkness here, Shall rise and spring in worlds unknown And a rich harvest bear. 1 HPO our Almighty Maker, God, J-- New honours be address'd ; His great salvation shines abroad, And makes the nations bless'd. 2 He spake the word to Abr'am first ; His truth fulfils the grace : The Gentiles make his name their trust. And learn his righteousness, 3 Let the whole earth his love proclaim, With all her different tongues ; And spread the honours of his name In melody and songs. [ TOY to the world ! the Lord is corne ! ! J Let earth receive her King : Let ev'ry heart prepare him room, And heav'n and nature sing*. I Joy to the earth ; the Saviour reigns ! Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and Repeat the sounding joy. [plains, 5 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground ; He comes to make his blessings flow, Far as the curse is found. L He rules the world with truth and grace ; And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. psalm! 98. PART II CM. The Messiah's coming and kingdom. ; T^HE God Jehovah reigns, J- Let all the nations fear ; Let sinners tremble at his throne, And saints be humble there. Jesus the Saviour reigns , Let earth adore its Lord : Bright cherubs his attendants stand, Swift to fulfil his word. In Zion is his throne, His honours are divine ; His church shall make his wonders known; For there his glories shine. How holy is his name ! How terrible his praise ! Justice and truth, and judgment join In all his works of grace. PSALMi 99. S. M. ChrisU { kingdom and majesty. PSALM 99. PART II. S. M. A holy God worship- ped with reverence. 174 PSALM 100. A plai translation Praise to our Creator "OXHALT the Lord our God, •*-* And worship at his feet ; His nature is all holiness, And mercy is his seat. When Israel was his church, When Aaron was his priest, When Moses cried, when Samuel pray'd, He gave his people rest. Oft he forgave their sins, Nor would destroy their race ; And oft he made his vengeance known, When they abus'd his grace. Exhalt the Lord our God, Whose grace is still the same ; Still he's a God of Holiness, And jealous for his name. l^TE nations round the earth, rejoice J- Before the Lord, your sov'reign King Serve him with cheerful heart and voice With all your tongues his glories sing: 2 The Lord is God : Tis he alone Doth life, and breath, and being give ; We are his work, and not our own ; The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy, With praises to his courts repair ; And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honours there. 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind ; Great is his grace, his mercy sure ; And the whole race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure. SING to the Lord with joyful voice ; Let every land his name adore ; The British isles shall send the noise Across the ocean to the shore, Nations, attend before his throne With solemn fear, with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy. His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd He brought us to his fold again. We are his people, we his care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame ; What lasting honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 5 Well crowd thy gates with thankful songs ; High as the heav'ns our voices raise And earth with her ten thousand tongues. Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 6 Wide as the world is thy command ; Vast as eternity thy love ; Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When roiling years shall cease to move PSALM 100. 2nd metre. L. M. i 1 ll/TERCY and judgment are my song; -L*-*- And since they both to thee belong, My gracious God, my righteous King, To thee my songs and vows I bring. 2 If T am rais'd to bear the sword, I'll take my counsels from thy word; Thy justice and thy heav'nly grace Shall be the pattern of my ways. 176 PSALM 101. 3 Let wisdom all my actions guide, And let my God with me reside ; No wicked things shall dwell with me Which may provoke thy jealousy. 4 No sons of slander, rage, and strife, Shall be companions of my life : The haughty look, the heart of pride, Within my doors shall ne'er abide. 5 [I'll search the land, and raise the just To posts of honour, wealth, and trust; The men that work thy holy will Shall be my friends and fav'rites still.] 6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise By flatt'ring or malicious lies ; And while the innocent I guard, The bold offender shan't be spar'd. 7 The impious crew (that factious band) Shall hide their heads, or quit the land ; And all that break the public rest, Where I have pow'r, shall be suppress'd, PSALM 101. C. M. : Psalm for a liiaster of a family. OF justice and of grace I sing, And pay my God my vows : Thy grace and justice, heav'nly King, Teach me to rule my house. Now to my tent, O God, repair, And make thy servant wise ; I'll suffer nothing near me there That shall offend thine eyes. The man that doth his neighbour wrong By falsehood or by force ; The scornful eye, the sland'rous tongue, I'll thrust them from my doors. 4 I'll seek the faithful and the just, And will their help enjoy ; These are the friends that I shall trust, The servants I'll employ. 5 The wretch that deals in sly deceit, I'll not endure a night ; The liar's tongue I'll ever hate, And banish from my sight. 6 I'll purge my family around, And make the wicked flee ; So shall my house he ever found A dwelling fit for thee. 177 HEAR me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die ; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry ? My days are wasted, like the smoke Dissolving in the air ; My strength is dried, my heart is broke And sinking in despair. My spirits flag, like withering grass Burn'd with excessive heat; In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. As on some lonely building's top The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope, I sit and grieve alone. My soul is like a wilderness, Where beasts of midnight howl ; There the sad raven finds her place, And there the screaming owl. [M] PSALM 102. Ver. 1— 13, , 21. PART I. i CM. A prayer for the afflicted. 178 PSALM 102. PSALM 102. 6 Dark, dismal thoughts, and boding fears, Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast ; My daily bread, like ashes, grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy, To souls that feel thy frown : Lord, 'twas thy hand advanc'd me high, Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear ; And life's declining light Grows faint, as evening shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou for ever art the same, Oh, my eternal God ! Ages to come, shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise and show thy face ; Nor will mv Lord delay, Beyond the appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways Redeems the prisoners doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. 1 T ET Zion and her sons rejoice ; J-^ Behold the promised hour ! Her God hath heard her mourning voice And comes to exalt his power. Her dust and ruins that remain Are precious in our eyes : Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. The Lord shall raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there ; Nations shall bow before his name, And kings attend with fear. He sits a Sovereign on his throne, With pity in his eyes ; He hears the dying prisoners groan, And sees their sighs arise. He frees the souls condemned to death : And when his saints complain, It shan't be said, ' That praying breath ' Was ever spent in vain.' This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record, That ages yet unborn may read, And trust and praise the Lord. 179 PSALM 102. Ver. 13-21 PART II. C. M. Prayer heard, and Zion restored. 1 TT is the Lord our Saviour's hand J- Weakens our strength amidst the race ; Disease and death at his command Arrest us, and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon : Thy years are one eternal day, And must thy children die so soon ? 3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief, This thought our sorrows shall assuage, 8 Our Father and our Saviour live ; * Christ is the same through every age. PSALM 20Z. Ver. 23-2 PART III. L. M. Man's mortality and Christ's eternity. 180 PSALM 103. Ver. 1-7. PART I. L. M. Blessing •God for his 1 : goodness to soul and body. ?Twas he this earth's foundation laid ; Heav'n is the building1 of his hand: This earth grows old, these heavens shall And all be changed at his command, [fade, The starry curtains of the sky Like garments shall be laid aside : But still thy throne stands firm on high ; Thy church for ever must abide. 6 Before thy face thy church shall live, And on thy throne thy children reign ; This dying world shall they survive, And the dead saints be raised again. BLESS, O my soul, the living God ; Call home thy thoughts that rove Let all the powers within me join [abroad: In work and worship so divine. Bless, O my soul, the God of grace ; His favours claim thy highest praise : Why should the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence, and forgot ? 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son To die for crimes which thou hast done : He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. The vices of the mind he heals, And cures the pains that nature feels ; Redeems the soul from hell, and saves Our wasting life from threatening graves Our youth decayed, his power repairs ; His mercy crowns our growing years ; He satisfies our mouth with good, And fills our hopes with heavenly food. 6 He sees the oppressor and the oppressed, And often gives the sufferers rest ; But will his justice more display In the last great, rewarding day. 7 [His power he showed by Moses' hands, And gave to Israel his commands ; But sent his truth and mercy down To all the nations by his Son. 8 Let the whole earth his power confess ; Let the whole earth adore his grace : The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine.] THE Lord, Iioav wondrous are his ways ! How firm his truth ! how large his He takes his mercy for his throne, [grace And thence he makes his glories known. Not half so high his power hath spread The starry heavens above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. Not half so far hath nature placed The rising morning from the west, As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those he loves. How slowly doth his wrath arise ! On swifter wings salvation flies ; And if he lets his anger burn, How soon his frowns to pity turn ! Amidst his wrath compassion shines ; His strokes are lighter than our sins ; And while his rod corrects his saints, His ear indulges their complaints. 182 PSALM 103. PSALM 103. Ver. 1--7- PART I. S. M. Praise for spiritual and temporal 6 So fathers their young* sons chastise With gentle hand and melting* eyes ; The children weep beneath the smart, And move the pity of their heart. 7 ^[ The mighty God, the wise and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust ; And will no heavy loads impose Beyond the strength that he bestows. 8 He knows how soon our nature dies, Blasted by every wind that flies ; Like grass we spring, and die as soon, Or morning flowers that fade at noon. 9 But his eternal love is sure To all the saints and shall endure : From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain. 0 BLESS the Lord, my soul ! Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name, Whose favours are divine. Oh, bless the Lord, my soul ! Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. 'Tis he forgives thy sins ; 'Tis he relieves thy pain ; 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And makes thee young again. He crowns thy life with love, When ransomed from the grave : He that redeemed my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save. He fills the poor with good ; He gives the sufferers rest; The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for the oppressed. His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known ; But sent the world his truth and grace, By his beloved Son. MY soul, repeat his praise, Whose meicies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. God will not always chide ; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. His power subdues our sins ; And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west. Doth all our guilt remove. The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel ; He knows our feeble frame. He knows we are but dust, Scattered with every breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. 184 PSALM 103. Ver. 19-22 PART III. S. M. God's universal dominion PSALM 104. L.M. Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower : If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure ; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. 1 rpHE Lord, the sovereign King, -*- Hath fixed his throne on high ; O'er all the heavenly world he rules, And all beneath the sky. 2 Ye angels, great in might, And swift to do his will, Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear, Whose pleasure ye fulfil. 3 Let the bright hosts who wait The orders of their King, And guard his churches when they pray, Join in the praise they sing. 4 While all his wondrous works Through his vast kingdom show Their Maker's glory ; thou, my soul, Shalt sing his graces too. 1 II /f~Y soul, thy great Creator praise, JAJ_ When clothed in his celestial rays, He in full Majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. Note, — This psalm may be sung to the tune of the old 112th or 127th psalm, by adding these two lines to every stanza : viz. — Great is the Lord ; what tongue can frame An equal honor to his name ? Otherwise it must be sung as the 100th psalm. ' I The heavens are for his curtains spread The unfathomed deep he makes his bed ; Clouds are his chariot, when he flies On winged storms across the skies. 3 Angels whom his own breath inspires, His ministers are flaming fires ; And swift as thought their armies move, To bear his vengeance or his love. 1 The world's foundations by his hand Are poised, and shall for ever stand ; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was covered with the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thundered, and the ocean fled, Confined to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound. And in their channels walk their round, Yet thence conveyed by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains 7 He bids the crystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go, Tame heifers there their thirst allay. And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink : Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. 9 5[ God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parched earth enriching showers ; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies ; 185 PSALM 104. The glory of God in 1 creation and providence 186 With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature, or to cure. 1 1 What noble fruit the vines produce ; The olive yields a shining juice ; Our hearts are cheered with generous wine With inward joy our faces shine. 12 Oh, bless his name, ye Britons ! fed With nature's chief supporter, bread : While bread your vital strength imparts, Serve him with vigour in your hearts. 13 ^[ Behold the stately cedar stands, Raised in the forest by his hands ; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nest secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat, And at the airy mountains foot The feebler creatures make their cell ; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face ; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God ; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes ; The night was made for his repose ; Sleep is thy gift ; that sweet relief From tiresome toil, and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works ! how great thy And every land thy riches fill : [skill ! Thy wisdom round the world we see ; This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions, swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below, 20 There ships divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; There dwells the huge leviathan, And foams and sports in spite of man. 21 % Vast are thy works, Almighty Lord ! All nature rests upon thy word ; And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good ; Eagles and bears, and whales and worms. Rejoice and praise in different forms. 23 But when thy face is hid they mourn, And, dying, to their dust return ; Both man and beast their souls resign ; Life, breath, and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men : A word of thy creating breath, Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works, the wonders of his might, Are honoured with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways ! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke: And at thy touch the mountains smoke : Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet: 188 PSALM 105. C. M. | God's conduct to Israel. Thy praises shall my breath employ, Till it expire in endless joy. 28 While haughty sinners die accursed, Their glory buried with their dust, I to my God, my heavenly King, Immortal hallelujahs sing. f^ IVE thanks to God, invoke his name, ^-* And tell the world his grace ; Sound through the earth his deeds of fame, That all may seek his face. His covenant, which he kept in mind From numerous ages past, To numerous ages yet behind, In equal force shall last. He swore to Abraham and his seed And made the blessing sure : Gentiles the ancient promise read, And find his truth endure. ' Thy seed shall make all nations blessed, (Said the Almighty voice) 1 And Canaan's land shall be their rest, ' The type of heavenly joys.' [How large the grant! how rich the grace! To give them Canaan's land, When they were strangers in the place, A little feeble band. Like pilgrims through the countries round, Securely they removed ; And haughty kings that on them frowned Severely he reproved. 6 Touch mine anointed, and mine arm ' Shall soon revenge the wrong : 1 The man that doth my prophets harm * Shall know their God is strong,' 8 Then let the world forbear its rage, Nor put the church in fear : Israel must live through every age, And be the Almighty's care] 9^[When Pharoh dar'd to vex the saints, And thus provok'd their God, Moses was sent at their complaints, Arm'd with his dreadful rod. 10 He call'd for darkness : darkness came Like an o'erwhelming flood ; He turn'd each lake and every stream To lakes and streams of blood. 11 He gave the sign ; and noisome flies Through the whole country spread ! And frogs in croaking armies rise About the monarch's bed. 12 Through fields, and towns, and palaces, The tenfold vengeance flew ; Locusts in swarms devoured their trees, And hail their cattle slew, 13 Then by an angel's midnight stroke The flower of Egypt died ; The strength of every house was broke, Their glory and their pride. 14 Now let the world forbear its rage, Nor put the church in fear : Israel must live through every age, And be the Almighty's care. 15 5T Thus were the tribes from bondage And left the hated ground ; [brought, Each some Egyptian spoils had got, And not one feeble found. 16 The Lord himself chose out their way. And marked their journeys right : 189 PSALM 105. 190 . 1 PSALM 105. PA.HT I. L. M. Praise to God, Gave them a leading- cloud by day, A fiery guide by night. 17 They thirst; and waters from the rock In rich abundance flow; And, following still the course they took, Ran all the desert through. 18 Oh, wondrous stream ! oh, blessed type Of ever-flowing grace ! So Christ our rock maintains our life, Through all this wilderness. 19 Thus guarded by the Almighty hand, The chosen tribes possessed Canaan, the rich, the promis'd land, And there enjoyed their rest. 20 Then let the world forbear its rage, The church renounce her fear : Israel must live through every age, And be the Almighty's care. 1 HPO God, the great, the ever blessed, -*- Let songs of honour be addressed: His mercy firm for ever stands ; Give him the thanks his love demands. 2 Who knows the wonders of thy ways ? Who shall fulfil thy boundless praise ? Blessed are the souls that fear thee still, And pay their duty to thy will. 3 Remember what thy mercy did For Jacob's race, thy chosen seed; And with the same salvation bless The meanest suppliant of thy grace. 4 Oh, may I see thy tribes rejoice, And aid their triumphs with my voice ! This is my glory, Lord ; to be Joined to thv saints, and near to thee. GOD of eternal love, Hov 3\v fickle are our ways ! And yet how oft did Israel prove Thy constancy of grace ! They saw thy wonders wrought, And then thy praise they sung; But soon thy works of power forgot, And murmured with their tongue. Now they believe his word, While rocks with rivers flow; Now with their lusts provoke the Lord, And he reduced them low. Yet when they mourn'd their faults, He harkened to their groans ; Brought his own covenant to his thoughts And called them still his sons. Their names were in his book ; He saved them from their foes : Oft he chastised, but ne'er forsook, The people that he chose. Let Israel bless the Lord, Who loved their ancient race ; And christians join the solemn word, Amen, to all the praise. 191 PSALM 106. Ver .7, kc, TART II. S. M. Israel punished and pardoned. GIVE thanks to God ; he reigns above: PSALM Kind are his thoughts, his name is His mercy ages past have known, [love ; |ggB And ages long to come shall own. Let the redeemed of the Lord : PARTI The wonders of his grace record ; Israel, the nation whom he chose, And rescued from their mighty foes. L. M. 192 PSALM 107. Israel led to Canaan, and Christians to Heaven. 3 [When God's almighty arm had broke Their fetters, and the Egyptian yoke, They traced the desert, wandering round A wild and solitary ground. 4 There they could find no leading road, Nor city for a fixed abode ; Nor food, nor fountain to assuage Their burning thirst, or hunger's rage.] In their distress to God they cried, God was their Saviour and their guide ; He led their march far wandering round, 'Twas the right path to Canaan's ground. Thus when our first release we gain From sins old yoke, and Satan's chain, We have this desert world to pass, A dangerous and a tiresome place. He feeds and clothes us all the way; He guides our footsteps lest we stray ; He guards us with a powerful hand ; And brings us to the heavenly land. 8 Oh, let the saints with joy record The truth and goodness of the Lord ! How great his works ! how kind his ways ! Let every tongue pronounce his praise PSALM 107- PART II. L.M. T^ROM age to age exhalt his name ; -A God and his grace are still the same, He fills the hungry soul with food, And feeds the poor with every good, But if their hearts rebel and rise Against the God that rules the skies ; If they reject his heavenly word, And slight the counsels of the Lord ; 3 He'll bring- their spirits to the ground, 193 And no deliverer shall be found ; Laden with grief they waste their breath: ps^LM In darkness and the shades of death. 4 Then to the Lord they raise their cries ; He makes the dawning light arise, And scatters all that dismal shade That hung so heavy round their head. 5 He cuts the bars of brass in two, And lets the smiling prisoners through; Takes off the load of guilt and grief, And gives the labouring soul relief. 6 Oh, may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord ! How great his works! how kind his ways! Let every tongue pronounce his praise. 107. Correction for sin, and release by prayer. 1 T7AIN man, on foolish pleasures bent, * Prepares for his own punishment : What pains, what loathsome maladies, From luxury and lust arise ! 2 The drunkard feels his vitals waste, Yet drowns his health to please his taste ; Till all his active powers are lost, And fainting life draws near the dust. 3 The glutton groans, and loathes to eat, His soul abhors delicious meat ; Nature, with heavy loads oppressed, Would yield to death to be released. 4 Then how the frighted sinners fly To God for help, with earnest cry : He hears their groans, prolongs their breath, And saves them from approaching death. PSALM 107. PART III. L. M. Intem- perance punished and pardoned. 194 PSALM 107- PART IV. L. M. Deliver- ance from storms and shipwreck No medicine could effect the cure So quick, so easy, or so sure ; The deadly sentence God repeals, He sends his sovereign word and heals. Oh, may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord ! And let their thankful offerings prove How they adore their Maker's love. 1 T^T°ULD y°u behold the works of God, ' * His wonders in the world abroad Go with the mariners and trace The unknown regions of the seas. 2 They leave their native shores behind, And seize the favour of the wind : Till God commands, and tempests rise, That heave the ocean to the skies. 3 Now to the heavens they mount amain; Now sink to dreadful deeps again : What strange affrights young sailors feel, And like a staggering drunkard reel. 4 When land is far, and death is nigh, Lost to all hope, to God they cry ; His mercy hears the loud address, And sends salvation in distress. 5 He bids the winds their wrath assuage, The furious waves forget their rage ; 'Tis calm ; and sailors smile to see The haven where they wished to be. 6 Oh, may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord ; Let them their private offerings bring, And in the church his glory sing. THY works of glory, mighty Lord, Thy wonders in the deeps, The sons of courage shall record, Who trade in floating ships. At thy command the winds arise, And swell the toweling wares; The men astonished mount the skies, And sink in gaping graves. [Again they climh the watery hills, And plunge in deeps a^ain ; Each like a tottering drunkard reels, And finds his courage vain. Frighted to hear the tempest roar, They pant with fluttering breath ; And, hopeless of the distant shore, Expect immediate death.] Then to the Lord they raise their cries ; He hears the loud request, And orders silence through the skies, T And lays the floods to rest. > Sailors rejoice to lose their fears, And see the storm allayed : Now to their eyes the port appears: There let their vows he paid. < 5Tis God that brings them safe to land : Let stupid mortals know, $ The waves are under his command, And all the winds that blow. 8 Oli, that the sons of men would praise The goodness of the Lord ! And those that see thy wondrous ways, Thy wondrous love record, 195 PSALM 107. PART V. CM. The mariaer's ptalm. J 196 PSALM 107. LAST PT. L. M. Colonies planted. A psalm for New England. VI7HEN God, provoked with daring *" crimes, Scourges the madness of the times, He turns their fields to barren sand, And drives the rivers from the land. His word can raise the springs again, And make the withered mountains green ; Send showery blessings from the skies, And harvests in the deserts rise. [Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey, Or men as fierce and wild as they ; He bids the oppressed and poor repair, And builds them towns and cities there. They sow the fields and trees they plant, Whose yearly food supplies their want : Their race grows up from fruitful stocks, Their wealth increases with their flocks Thus they are blessed ; but if they sin, He lets the heathen nations in ; A savage crew invades their lands, Their princes die by barbarous hands. Their captive sons, exposed to scorn, Wander unpitied and forlorn : The country lies unfenced, untilled, And desolation spreads the field. Yet, if the humbled nation mourns, Again his dreadful hand he turns ; Again he makes their cities thrive, And bids their dying churches live.] The righteous with a joyful sense, Admire the works of Providence ; And tongues of atheists shall no more Blaspheme the God the saints adore. 9 How few, with pious care, record These wondrous dealing's of the Lord ! But wise observers still shall find The Lord is holy, just, and kind. 1 /^ OD of my mercy and my praise, ^J Thy glory is my song ; Though sinners speak against thy grace With a blaspheming tongue. 2 When in the form of mortal man Thy Son on earth was found, With cruel slanders, false and vain, They compassed him around. 3 Their miseries his compassion move, Their peace he still pursued : They render hatred for his love, And evil for his good. 4 Their malice raged without a cause ; Yet, with his dying breath, He prayed for murderers on his cross, And blessed his foes in death. 5 Lord, shall thy bright example shine In vain before my eyes ? Give me a soul akin to thine, To love mine enemies. 6 The Lord shall on my side engage; a And in my Saviour's name, I shall defeat their pride and rage, Who slander and condemn. 1 rPHUS the eternal Father spake -*- To Christ the Son, ' Ascend and sit ' At my right hand, till I shall make ' Thy foes submissive at my feet. 198 PSALM 110. PART I. L. M. Christ exalted and multitudes converted. PSALM 110. PART II. L. M. The king- dom and priesthood of Christ 2 ' From Zion shall thy word proceed, * Thy word, the sceptre in thy hand, ' Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed, ' And bow their wills at thy command. 3 ' That day shall show thy power is great, ' When saints shall flock with willing minds ' And sinners crowd thy temple gate, 'Where holiness in beauty shines.' 4 O blessed power ! O glorious day ! What a large victory shall ensue ! And converts, avIio thy grace obey, Exceed the drops of morning dew. THUS the great Lord of earth and sea, Spake to his Son, and thus he swore ; s Eternal shall thy priesthood be, ' And change from hand to hand no more. 2 c Aaron and all his sons must die ; 6 But everlasting life is thine, ' To save for ever those that fly ' For refuge from the wrath divine. 3 ' By me Melchisedec was made ' On earth a king and priest at once ; 6 And thou, my heavenly Priest, shall plead, ' And thou, my King, shall rule my sons. 4 Jesus the Priest ascends his throne, While counsels of eternal peace Between the Father and the Son, Proceed with honour and success. 5 Thro' the whole earth his reign shall spread, And crush the powers that dare rebel ; Then shall he judge the rising dead, And send the guilty world to hell. 6 Though while he treads his glorious way,1 He drinks the cup of tears and blood, The sufferings of that dreadful day Shall but advance him near to God. 199 1 TESUS, our Lord, ascend thy throne, *J And near thy Father sit ; In Zion shall thy power be known, And make thy foes submit. 2 What wonders shall thy gospel do ! Thy converts shall surpass The numerous drops of morning dew, And own thy sovereign grace. 3 God hath pronounced a firm decree, Nor changes what he swore : 1 Eternal shall thy priesthood be, ' When Aaron is no more. 1 Melchisedec, that wondrous priest, 4 That king of high degree, 'That holy man whom Abraham blessed, ' Was but a type of thee.' Jesus our Priest for ever lives To plead for us above ; Jesus our King for ever gives The blessings of his love. God shall exalt his glorious head, And his high throne maintain ; Shall strike the powers and princes dead Who dare oppose his reign. PSALM 110. CM. Christ' a kingdom and priesthood. SONGS of immortal praise belong To my Almighty God ; He has my heart, and he my tongue, To spread his name abroad. PSALM 111. 200 2 How great the works his hand hathwroughti How glorious in our sight ! PSALM And men in every age have sought His wonders with delight. HI. 3 How most exact is nature's frame ! PART I. How wise the eternal mind ! C. M. His counsels never change the scheme That his first thoughts designed. The 4 When he redeemed his chosen sons, wisdom of He fixed his covenant sure ; God in his The orders that his lips pronounce, works. To endless years endure. 5 Nature and time, and earth and skies, Thy heavenly skill proclaim : What shall we do to make us wise, But learn to read thy name ? 6 To fear thy power, to trust thy grace, Is our divinest skill; And he's the wisest of our race, PSALM That best obeys thy will. 1 /^ RE AT is the Lord; his works of might " Demand our noblest songs : 111. Let his assembled saints unite PART II. Their harmony of tongues. C. M. 2 Great is the mercy of the Lord ; He gives his children food ; The And ever mindful of his word, perfections He makes his promise good. of God. 3 His Son, the great Redeemer, came To seal his covenant sure : Holy and reverend is his name, His ways are just and pure. They that would grow divinely wise Must with his fear begin : Our fairest proof of knowledge lies Tn hating every sin. HP HAT man is blessed who stands in awe J- Of God, and loves his sacred law : His seed on earth shall be renowned ; His house the seat of wealth shall be An inexhausted treasury, And with successive honours crowned. His liberal favours he extends; To some he gives, to others lends : A generous pity fills his mind : Yet what his charity impairs, He saves by prudence in affairs, And thus he's just to all mankind. His hands, while they his alms bestowed, His glory's future harvest sowed ; The sweet remembrance of the just, Like a green root revives and bears A train of blessings for his heirs, When dying nature sleeps in dust. Beset with threatening dangers round, Unmoved shall he maintain his ground His conscience holds his courage up : The soul that's filled with virtue's light, Shines brightest in affliction's night, And sees in darkness beams of hope. ^[[Ill tidings never can surprise His heart that fixed on God relies ; Though waves and tempests roar around, Safe on the rock he sits, and sees The shipwreck of his enemies, And all their hopes and glory drowned 201 PSALM 112. As the 113th. The blessings of the liberal man 202 PSALM 112. L. M. The blessings of the pious and the charitable. The wicked shall his triumph see, And gnash their teeth in agony, To find their expectations crossed : They and their envy, pride, and spite, Sink down to everlasting night, And all their names in darkness lost. PSALM 112. CM. 1 HP H RICE happy man who fears the Lord J- Loves his commands, and trusts his word •, Honours and peace his days attend, And blessings to his seed descend, 2 Compassion dwells upon his mind ; To works of mercy still inclined ; He lends the poor some present aid, Or gives them, not to be repaid. 3 When times grow dark and tidings spread, That fill his neigebours round with dread.,. His heart is armed against the fear, For God with all his power is there. His soul, well fixed upon the Lord, Draws heavenly courage from his word ; Amidst the darkness light shall rise To cheer his heart and bless his eyes. He hath dispersed his alms abroad ; His works are still before his God ; His name on earth shall long remain, While envious sinners fret in vain/ HAPPY is he that fears the Lord, And follows his commands ; Who lends the poor without reward, Or gives with liberal hands. ! 2 As pity dwells within his breast To all the sons of need ; So God shall answer his request, With blessings on his seed. No evil tidings shall surprise His well-established mind ; His soul to God, his refuge flies, And leaves his fears behind. In times of general distress, Some beams of light shall shine, To show the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine. His works of piety and love Remain before the Lord ; Honour on earth, and joys above, Shall be his sure reward. 203 PSALM; 112. j Liberality rewarded. YE that delight to serve the Lord, The honours of his name record His sacred name for ever bless : Where'er the circling sun displays His rising beams, or setting rays, Let lands and seas his power confess. Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds* Can give his vast dominion bounds ; The heavens are far below his height : Let no created greatness dare With our eternal God compare, Armed with his uncreated might. He bows his glorious head to view What the bright hosts of angels do, And bends his care to mortal things ; His sovereign hand exalts the poor, He takes the needy from the door, And makes them company for kings. PSALM 113. Proper j tune. The majesty and con- . descension^ of God. 204 |4 When childless families despair, He sends the blessings of an heir, To rescue their expiring name : The mother, with a thankful voice, Proclaims his praises and her joys : Let every age advance his fame. PSALM 113. L. M. God sovereign and gracious. 1 "\TE servants of the Almighty King, -*- In every age his praises sing ; Where'er the sun shall rise or set, The nations shall his praise repeat. 2 Above the earth, beyond the sky, Stands his high throne of majesty ; Nor time, nor place, his pow'r restrain, Nor bound his universal reign. 3 Which of the sons of Adam dare, Or angels, with their God compare ; His glories how divinely bright, Who dwells in uncreated light! 4 Behold his love : he stoops to view What saints above and angels do ; And condescends yet more, to know The mean affairs of men below. 5 From dust, and cottages obscure, His grace exalts the humble poor; Gives them the honour of his sons, And fits them for their heavenly thrones. 6 [A word of his creating voice Can make a barren house rejoice : Though Sarah's ninety years were past, The promised seed is born at last. 7 With joy the mother views her son, And tells the wonders (rod has done: Faith may grow strong when sense despairs If nature fails, the promise bears.] WHEN Israel, freed from Pharaoh's hand, Left the proud tyrant and his land, The tribes with cheerful homage own Their King, and Judah was his throne. Across the deep their journey lay; The deep divides to make them way : Jordan beheld their march, and fled ; With backward current, to his head. The mountains shook like frighted sheep Like lambs the little hillocks leap : Not Sinai on her base could stand Conscious of sovereign power at hand. What power could make the deep divide ? Make Jordan backward roll his tide ? Why did ye leap, ye little hills ? And whence the fright that Sinai feels ? Let every mountain, every flood Retire, and know the approaching God, The King of Israel ; see him here ! Tremble, thou earth, adore and fear. He thunders, and all nature mourns ; The rock to standing pools he turns : Flints spring with fountains at his word And fires and seas confess the Lord. 1 1VTOT to ourselves, who are but dust, -*^ Not to ourselves is glory due, Eternal God, thou only just, Thou only gracious, wise and true. Shine forth in all thy dreadful name ; Why should a heathen's haughty tongue 206 RpALM 115. The true Insult us. and. to raise our shame, Say, 'Whore's the God vou've served so long?' 3 The God we serve maintains his throne Above the clouds, beyond the skies : Through all the earth his will is done, lie knows our groans, he hears our eries. 4 Hut the vain idols they adore Are senseless shapes of stone and wood ;( At best a mass of glittering ore, A silver saint, a golden god. 5 [With eyes and ears they carve their head : Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind : In vain are costly offering's made. And vows are scattered in the wind. ■ 6 Their feet were never made to move. Nor hands to save when mortals pray ; Mortals that pay them fear or love. Seem to be blind and deaf as they.] 7 0 Israel, make the Lord thy hope. Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest ; The Lord shall build thy ruins up. And bless the people and the priest. & The dead no more can speak thy praise ; They dwell in silenee and the grave : But we shall live to sing- thy grace, And tell the world thy power to save. 0 .TOT to our E I rue. Not to our worthless names is ffl^ry due : TTiy power and grace, thy truth and jusfiw llwB ; Immortal name; e A abode, your God? : - But Tbek-.' ... - yUld, -ade, id haouner* n l .-.-Id. • r iBt the Lord ; thy f Had tfc L, darkness had closed our - ^ -L*e : e are saved, and live : I>et Magi n And Britain bless the God that built the skiei. 207 115. I \Y1 II oy liEB. 1 T LOVE the Lord: he heard my -*- Ai\d pitied every Lri Long as I live, when ti les rise, ■ is thi ae. I 1 fan . >rd : he bowed his ear, ed my p i i more desp i breal to pray ? 208 PSALM 116. My flesh declined, my spirits fell, And I drew near the dead ; While inward pangs, and fears of hell, Perplexed my wakeful head. ' My God, (I cried,) thy servant save, ' Thou ever good and just ; ' Thy power can rescue from the grave, ,, ' Thy power is all my trust.' The Lord beheld me sore distressed, He bid my pains remove : Return, my soul, to God thy rest, For thou hast known his love. Q My God hath saved my soul from death, And dried my falling tears ; Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, And my remaining years. PSALM 1 116. Ver, 12, &c PART TT. CM. Vows made in trouble paid in the church. HAT shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown ? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. Among the saints that fill thy house, My offerings shall be paid ; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever-blessed God ! How dear thy servants in thy sight ! How precious is their blood ! How happy all thy servants are ! How great thy grace to me ! My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor shall my purpose move ! 209 Thy hands hath loosed my hands of pain. And bound me with thy love. f> Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record: Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. 1 f\ ALL ye nations, praise the Lord, ^ Each with a different tungue ; PSALM 117. In every language learn his word, And let his name be sung. C. M. 2 His mercy reigns through every land; Praise to Proclaim his grace abroad ; God from For ever firm his truth shall stand ; all nations. Praise ye the faithful God. 1 T^ROM all that dwell below the skies, -*- Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung PSALM 117. Through every land, by every tongue. L. M. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound fiom shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. PSALM 1 THYnarae, Almighty Lord ! -*- Shall sound through distant lands. 117. Great is thy grace, and sure thy word, Thy truth for ever stands. S. M. [O] 210 PSALM Ver, 6-15. PART I. CM. Deliver- ance from a tumult, Far be thine honour spread, And long thy praise endure, Till morning light and evening shade Shall be exchanged no more. iPSALM 21S. i 1 rPHE Lord appears my helper now, -*- Nor is my faith afraid Of what the sons of earth can do, Since heaven affords its aid. 2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee, And have my God my friend, Than trust in men of high degree, And on their truth depend. 3 Like bees my foes beset me round, A large and angry swarm ; But I shall ail their rage confound, By thine almigiity arm. 4 'Tis through the Lord my heart is strong In him my lips rejoice ; While his salvation is my song, How cheerful is my voice ! 5 Like angry bees they girt me round, When God appears they fly ; So burning thorns, with crackling sound Make a fierce blaze, and die. 6 Joy to the saints, and peace belongs ; The Lord protects their days ; Let Israel tune immortal songs To his almighty grace. 1 T ORD, thou hast heard thy servant cry, -M And rescued from the grave : Now shall he live: (and none can die If God resolve to save.) 2 Thy praise, more constant than before, Shall fill his daily breath ; Thy hand, that hath chastised him sore, Defends him still from death. 3 Open the gates of Zion now, For we shall worship there ; The house where all the righteous go, Thy mercy to declare. Among the assemblies of thy saints Our thankful voice we raise ; There we have told thee our complaints, And there we speak thy praise. I TDEHOLD the sure foundation-stone U Which God in Zion lays, To build our heavenly hopes upon, And his eternal praise. Chosen of God, to sinners dear, And saints adore the name ; They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame. The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain ; Yet on this rock the church shall rest, And envy rage in vain. What though the gates of hell withstood. Yet must this building rise : Tis thine own work, Almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes. 212 I rFHIS is the day the Lord hath made, -*- He calls the hours his own ; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne. PSALM 118. C. M. Ver.24,25. 26. 2 To-day he rose and left the dead; And Satan's empire fell ; To-day the saints his triumph spread, And all his wonders tell. PART IV. Hosannah ; or, the 3 Hosannah to the anointed King;, To David's holy Son ! Help us, O Lord ! descend and bring Salvation from thy throne. Lord's- day 4 Blessed be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace ; Who comes in God his Father's name To save our sinful race. PSALM 118. 5 Hosannah in the highest strains The church on earth can raise ; , The highest heavens in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise. 1 QEE what a living stone ^ The builders did refuse; Yet God hath built his church thereon, Ver.22--2/ Tn spite of envious Jews. S. M. An hosannah 2 The scribe and angry priest Reject thine only Son ; Yet on this rock shall Zion rest, As the chief corner stone. for the 3 The work, 0 Lord, is thine, Lord's- day And wondrous in our eyes ; This day declares it all divine, This day did Jesus rise. This is the glorious day That our Redeemer made : Let us rejoice, and sing and pray, Let all the church be glad, Hosannah to the King" Of David's royal blood ! Bless him, ye saints ; he comes to bring Salvation from your God. We bless thy holy word, Which all this grace displays ; And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our sacrifice of praise, 1 T O ! what a glorious corne J^ The Jewish builders did er-stone d refuse ; But God hath built his church thereon, In spite of envy and the Jews. 2 Great God ! the work is all divine, The joy and wonder of our eyes : This is the day that proves it thine, The day that saw our Saviour rise. 3 Sinners rejoice, and saints be glad ; Hosannah ! let his name be blessed ! A thousand honours on his head, With peace, and light, and glory, rest ! In God's own name he comes, to bring Salvation to our dying race : Let the whole church address their King With hearts of joy, and songs of praise, I have collected and disposed the most useful verses of this psalm under eighteen different heads, and formed a DIVINE soNcon eachot them ; but the verses are much transposed, to attain some degree of connexion.— In some places 214 PSALM 119. PART I. C. M. The bless- edness of saints, and misery of among the words law, commands, judgments, testi- monies, I have used gospvl, word, grate, truth promises, &c, as more agreeal le to the New Testament and the common language of Christians — and it equally an- swers the design of the psalmist, which was to recommend the Holy Scriptures. Ver. 1,2,3. BLESS'D are the undefiled in heart, Whose ways are right and clean ; Who never from thy law depart, But fly from every sin. \ Bless'd are the men that keep thy word, And practise thy commands; With their whole heart they seek the Lord, And serve thee with their hands. Vek. 165. 3 Great is their peace who love thy law ; How firm their souls ahirie ! Nor can a hold temptation draw Their steady feet aside. * Ver. 6. Then shall my heart have inward joy, And keep my face from shame, When all thy statutes I ohey, And honour all thy name. Ver. 21, 118. But haughty sinners Go 1 will hate; The proud shall die arcursed : The sons of falsehood ami deceit Are trodden to the dust. Ver. 119, 155, Vile as the dross the wicked are : And those that leave thy ways Shall see salvation from afar, But never taste thv «;race. Veil 147, 55. 1 ^0 thee, before the dawning light, J- My gracious God, I pray : 215 PSALM I meditate thy name by night, 119. PART 11. And keep thy law by day. Ver. 81. 2 My spirit faints to see thy grace ; C. M. Thy promise bears me up ; Secret And while salvation long delays, devotion Thy word supports my hope. and Ver. 164. 3 Seven times a day I lift my hands, And pay my thanks to thee ; spiritual- minded- Thy righteous providence demands ness. Repeated praise from me. Ver. 02. 4 When midnight darkness veils the skies, I call thy works to mind ; My thoughts in warm devotion rise, And sweet acceptance find. PSALM Ver. 57. GO. 1 nPHOU art my portion, 0 my God : ■*■ Soon as I know thy way, 119. My heart makes haste to obey thy word, And suffers no delay. PART III. CM. Ver. 30. 14. Profes- 2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, And glory in my choice ; Not all the riches of the earth sions of sincerity, repentance and Could make me so rejoice. obedience. 216 3 The testimonies of thy grace I set before mine eyes; PSALM 119, Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies. Ver. 59. 4 If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways, Then turn my feet to thy commands, And trust thy pardoning grace. Ver. 94, 114. 5 Now T am thine, for ever thine, Oh, save thy servant, Lord ! Tho art my shield, my hiding place; My hope is in thy word. Ver. 112. 6 Though hast inclined this heart of mine, Thy statutes to fulfil ; And thus till mortal life shall end Would I perform thy will. Ver. 9. PSALM 1 TTOW shall the young secure their hearts; J-JL And guard their lives from sin? 119- Thy word the choicest rules imparts, PART IV. To keep the conscience clean. C. M. Ver. 130. Instruc- 2 When once it enters to the mind, tion from It spreads such lights abroad, Scripture . The meanest souls instruction find, And rai-e their thoughts to God. Ver. 105. 3 Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, 217 : That guides us all the clay ; And through the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way. psalm! 119. Ver. 90. 100. 4 The men that keep thy law with care, And meditate thy word, Grow wiser than their teachers are, And better know their Lord. Ver. 104, 113. 5 Thy precepts make me truly wise : I hate the sinners road ; I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, But love thv law, mv God ! Ver. 89, 90, 91. 6 [The starry heavens thy rule obey, The earth maintains her place ; And these thy servants, night and day, Thy skill and power express : 7 But still thy law and gospel, Lord, « Have lessons more divine ; i : Not earth stands firmer than thy word, Nor stars so nobly shine.] Ver. 160, 140, 9, 116. 8 Thy word is everlasting truth ; How pure is every page ! That holy book shall guide our youth, And well support our age. PSALM Ver. 97. 1 f\lh how I love thy holy law ! ^ :Tis daily my delight ; 119. And thence my meditations draw PARTV. Divine advice by night. C. M. | 218 Ver. 148. 2 My waking- eyes prevent the day, PSALM To meditate thy word ; 119. My soul with longing- melts away To hear thy Gospel, Lord. Delights in Ver, 3, 13, 54. Scripture. 3 How doth thy word my heart engage ! How well employ my tongue ! And in my tiresome pilgrimage Yields me a heavenly song. Ver. 19, 103. 4 Am I stranger, or at home, 5Tis my perpetual feast ; Not honey dropping from the comb So much allures the taste. Ver. 72, 127- 5 No treasures so enrich the mind, Nor shall thy word he sold For loads of silver well refined, Nor heaps of choicest gold. Ver. 28,49, 1/5. 6 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace Are pillars to support my hope, And there I write thy praise. Ver. 128. PSALM 1 T ORD, I esteem thy judgments right, -^ And all thy statutes just; IIS. PART VI. Thence I maintain a constant fight C. M. With every flattering lust, . Ver. 97. 9. 219 2 Thy precepts often I survey ; I keep thy law in sight, PSALM Through all the business of the day, 119. To form my actions right. * Ver. 62. Holiness 3 My heart in midnight silence cries, and com- 6 How sweet thy comforts be !' fort from My thoughts in holy wonder rise, the word. And bring" their thanks to thee. Ver. 162. 4 And when my spirit drinks her fill At some good word of thine, Not mighty men that share the spoil, Have joys compared to mine. PSALM Ver. 96, paraphrased. 1 T ET all the heathen writers join -L^ To form one perfect, book ; 119. Great God, if once compared with thine. PART VII How mean their writings look ! C. M. 2 Not the most perfect rules they gave Could show one sin forgiven, Imperfec- Nor lead a step beyond the grave ; tion of But thine conduct to heaven. nature and, 3 I've seen an end of what we call perfection 1 Perfection here below ; of How short the powers of nature fall, And can no further go ! Scripture. |4 Yet men would fain be just with God « By works their hands have wrought; But thy commands, exceeding broad, ! Extend to every thought. 1 j 220 PSALM 119. PT. VIII. C. M. The word of God is the saint's satisfyin; portion 5 In vain we boast perfection here, While sin defiles our frame, And sinks our virtues down so far, They scarce deserve the name. 6 Our faith, and love, and every grace, Fall far below thy word : But perfect truth and righteousness Dwell only with the Lord. rPSALM I 119. PART IX. | C. M. VER. Ill, PARAPHRASED. IORD, Ihavemade thy word my choiee, ^ My lasting heritage ; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. I'll read the histories of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While through thy promises I rove With ever-fresh delight. 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, Where springs uf live arise : Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies. The best relief that mourners have ; It makes our sorrows blessed ; Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. Ver. 64, 68, 18. 1 rpHY mercies fill the earth, O Lord, J- How good thy works appear ! Open mine eyes to read thy word, And see thy wonders there. Ver. 73, 125. ! My heart was fashioned by thy hand, My service is thy due : Oh, make thy servant understand The duties he must do ! Ver. 19. > Since I'm a stranger here below, Let not thy path be hid ; But mark the road my feet should go, And be my constant guide. Ver. 20. I When I confessed my wandering ways, Thou heard'st my soul complain; Grant me the teachings of thy grace, Or I shall stray again. Ver. 33, 34. 3 If God to me his statutes show. And heavenly truth in part, His work for ever Til pursue, His law shall rule my heart. Ver. 53, 71. 5 This was my comfort when I bore Variety of grief; It made me learn thy word the more, And fly to that relief. Ver. 51. 7 [In vain the proud deride me now; I'll ne'er forget thy law ; Nor let that blessed gospel go Whence all mv hopes I draw. Ver. 27, 171. 8 When I have learned my Father's will, I'll teach the world his ways ; My thankful lips, inspired with zeal, Shall loud pronounce his praise,] 222 Ver. 38, 39. 1 "OEHOLD thy waiting- servant, Lord, J-J Devoted to thy fear ; PSALM 119- Remember and confirm thy word, For all my hopes are there. PART X. Ver. 41, 58, 10/. C. M. 2 Hast thou not writ salvation down, Pleading And promis'd quickening grace? the Doth not my heart address thy throne? And vet thy love delays. promises. Ver. 123,42, 3 Mine eyes for thy salvation fail; O bear thy servant up : Nor let the scoffing' lips prevail, Who dare reproach my hope. Ver. 49, 74. 4 Didst thou not raise my faith, 0 Lord! Then let thy truth appear : Saints shall rejoice in my reward, iPSALM And trust as well as fear. Ver. 5, 33. | 119. i |^H, that the Lord would guide my ways " To keep his statutes still ! iPART XI. Oh, that my God would grant me grace | C. M. To know and do his will ! • Breathing Ver. 29. j after 2 Oh, send thy spirit down, to write i holiness. Thy law upon my heart ; Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, j Nor act the liars part. Ver. 36, 37. From vanity turn off my eyes ; Let no corrupt design, Nor covetous desires arise Within this soul of mine. Ver. 133. 4 Order my footsteps by thy word, And make my heart sincere; Let sin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my conscience clear, Ver. 1J6. My soul hath gone too far astray ; My feet too often slip ; Yet since IVe not forgot thy way, Restore thy wandering sheep. Ver. 35. Make me to walk in thy commands, Tis a delightful road ; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands^ Offend against my God. Ver. 153. 1 1\/|"Y God, consider my distress ; -^-L Let mercy plead my cause ; Though I have sinned against thy grace, I can't forget thy laws. Ver. 39, 116. 2 Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach, Which I so justly fear ; Uphold my life, uphold my hopes, Nor let mv shame appear. Breathing 'after com- fort and 1 deliverance 1 I 224 Ver. 122, 135. 3 Be thou a surety, Lord, for me, i PSALM Nor let the proud oppress ; Uflt. But make thy waiting servant see The shining of thy face. Ver. 82. 4 JMy eyes with expectation fail ; My heart within me cries, 'When will the Lord his truth fulfil, 1 And make my comforts rise ?' Ver. 132. 5 Look down upon my sorrows, Lord : And show thy grace the same, As thou art ever wont to afford, To those that love thy name. PSALM Ver. 10. 119. 1 'VJI7TTH my whole heart I've sought thy '» Oh, let me never stray [face. From thy commands, 0 God of grace ! PT. XIII. C. M. Nor tread the sinners way. Holy fear, Ver. 11. and 2 Thy word I've hid within my heart, tenderness To keep my conscience clean : of And be an everlasting guard From every rising sin. conscience Ver. 63, 53, 158. 3 Im a companion of the saints Who fear and love the Lord ; My sorrows rise, my nature faints, When men transgress thy word. - Ver. 161, 163. 4 While sinners do thy gospel wrong-, 225 My spirit stands in awe ; PSALM My soul abhors a lying tongue, 119. But loves thy righteous law. Ver. 161, 120. 5 My heart with sacred reverence hears The threatenings of thy word ; My flesh with holy trembling fears The judgments of the Lord. Ver. 166, 174. 6 My God, I long, I hope, I wait For thy salvation still ; While thy whole law is my delight, And I obey thy will. PSALM Ver. 153. 81, 82. 1 CONSIDER all my sorrows, Lord, ^ And thy deliverance send ; 119. My soul for thy salvation faints ; PART XIV When will my troubles end ? C. M. Ver. fl. Benefit of 2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me sanctified To bear my father's rod ; afflictions, Afflictions make me learn thy law. And live upon my God. and sup- Ver. 50. port under 3 This is the comfort I enjoy, , them. When new distress begins ; J I read thy word, I run thy way. i And hate my former sins. 1 226 PSALM 119. PSALM 119. TART XV. C. M. Holy resolutions Ver. 92. 4 Had not thy word been my delight, When earthly joys were fled, My soul, oppressed with sorrow's weight, Had sunk amongst the dead. Ver. 75. 5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, Though they may seem severe ; The sharpest sufferings I endure, Flow from thy faithful care. Ver. 67, 6 Before I knew thy chastening rod, My feet were apt to stray ; But now I learn to keep thy word, Nor wander from thy way. Ver. 93. OH, that thy statutes every hour Might dwell upon my mind ! Thence I derive a quickening power, And daily peace I find. Ver. 15, 16. To meditate thy precepts, Lord, Shall be my sweet employ ; My soul shall ne'er forget thy word ; Thy word is all my joy. Ver. 32. How would I run in thy commands, If thou my heart discharge From sin and Satan's hateful chains, And set my feet at large ! Ver. 13, 46. 227 4 My lips with courage shall declare Thy statutes and thy name ; PSALM I'll speak thy word, though kings should Nor yield to sinful shame. [hear, 119. Ver. 61,69, 70. 5 Let bands of persecutors rise, To rob me of my right ; Let pride and malice forge their lies ; Thy law is my delight. Ver. 115. 6 Depart from me, ye wicked race, Whose hands and hearts are ill ; I love my God, I love his ways, And must obey his will. PSALM Ver. 25, 37. 1 TV/TY soul lies cleaving to the dust; -^-*- Lord, give me life divine ! 119. From vain desires and every lust, PART XVI Turn off these eyes of mine. C. M. 2 I need the influence of thy grace To speed me in thy way, A prayer Lest I should loiter in my race, for Or turn my feet astray. quickening Ver. 107. 3 When sore afflictions press me down, grace. I need thy quickening powers ; Thy Avord that I have rested on, Shall help my heaviest hours. Ver. 156,40. 4 Are not thy mercies sovereign still, And thou a faithful God? Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal To run the heavenly road ? [PS 228 Ver. 159,40. 5 Does not my heart thy precepts love. And long to see thy face ? And yet how slow my spirits move Without enlivening grace. Ver. 93. 6 Then shall I love thy gospel more, And ne'er forget thy word, When I have felt its quickening power PSALM To draw me near the Lord. Ver. 143, 128. 119- 1 ~W[ H EN pain and anguish seize me, Lord. ** All my support is from thy word: PT. XVII. My soul dissolves for heaviness : L. M. Uphold me with thy strengthening grace. Ver. 51, 69, 110. Courage 2 The proud have framed their scoffs and lies, and per- They watch my feet with envious eyes ; severance And tempt my soul to snares and sin ; under per- Yet thy commands I ne?er decline. secution. Ver. 161, 78. 3 They hate me, Lord, without a cause ; They hate to see me love thy laws ; But I will trust and fear thy name, PSALM Till pride and malice die with shame. Ver. 67, 59. 119. 1 T^ATHER, 1 Mess thy gentle hand, -A. How kind was thy chastising rod, LAST PT. That forced my conscience to a stand, L. M. And brought my wandering soul to God. Foolish and vain, I went astray, Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord, I left my guide, and lost my way ; But now I love and keep thy word. Ver. 71 • 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rise and swell ; 'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke, That 1 may learn his statutes well. Ver, J'2. The laAv that issues from thy mouth, Shall raise my cheerful passions more Than all the treasures of the south, Or western hills of golden ore. Ver. 73. 5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, Thy spirit formed my soul within ; Teach me to know the wondrous name, And guard me safe from death and sin. Ver. 74. Then all that love and fear the Lord, At my salvation shall rejoice : For I have hoped in thy word, And made thy grace my only choice. 229 PSALM 119. Sanctified afflictions. THOU God of love, thou ever-blessed, PSALM Pity my suffering state ; When wilt thou set my soul at rest j 1Z§0« From lips that love deceit ? C. M. Hard lot of mine ! my days are cast complaint Among the sons of strife ; of quarrei- Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste some My golden hours of life, neighbours 230 PSALM 120. PSALM 121. Ver. 1, 3, 5—7—11. L. M. Divine protection Oh, might T fly to change my place, Mow would 1 choose to dwell In some wild, lonesome wilderness, And leave these gates of hell ! Peace is the blessing that I seek ; How lovely are its charms ! I am for peace ; but when I speak, They all declare for arms. New passions still their souls engage, And keep their malice strong; What shall be done to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue. Should burning arrows smite thee through, Strict justice would approve : But I would rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love. UP to the hills I lift my eves ; T The eternal hills beyond the skies Thence all her help my soul derives ; There my xAlmighty Refuge lives. 2 He lives, the everlasting God, That built the world, that spread the flood; The heavens with all their host he made And the dark regions of the dead. 3 He guides our feet, he guards our way; His morning smiles bless all the day ; He spreads the evening veil, and keeps The silent hour, while Israel sleeps. 4 Israel, a name divinely blessed, May rise secure, securely rest: Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no slumber, nor surprise. No sun shall smite thy head by day ; Nor the pale moon with sickly ray Shall blast thy couch ; no baleful star Dart his malignant fire so far. Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou shalt go, and still return, Safe in the Lord ; his heavenly care Defends thy life from every snare. On thee foul spirits have no power ; And in thy last departing hour, Angels, that trace the airy road, Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. 231 nPO heaven I lift my waiting eyes ; J- There all my hopes are laid : The Lord that built the earth and skies, Is my perpetual aid. Their feet shall never slide to fall, Whom he designs to keep : His ears attend the softest call ; His eyes can never sleep. He will sustain our weakest powers With his almighty arm ; And watch our most unguarded hours Against surprising harm. Israel, rejoice, and rest secure, Thy keeper is the Lord ; His wakeful eyes employ his power For thine eternal guard. Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon, Shall have his leave to smite ; He shields thy head from burning noon, From blasting damps at night. PSALM 121. C. M. Preserva- tion by day and night. 232 6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath, Where thickest dangers come ; Go and return, secure from death, PSALM Till God command thee home. 1 TTPWARD I lift mine eyes ; *J From God is all my aid ; 121. The God that built the skies, As And earth and nature made : the 148th God is the tower God our To which I fly ; preserver. His grace is nigh In every hour. 2 My feet shall never slide, Or fall in fatal snares ; Since God, my guard and guide, Defends me from my fears. Those wakeful eyes That never sleep, Shall Israel keep When dangers rise. 3 No burning heats by day, Nor blasts of evening air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there : Thou art my sun, And thou my shade To guard my head By night or noon. 4 Hast thou not given thy word To save my soul from death ? And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal breath ; I'll go and come, 233 Nor fear to die, • Till from on high Thou call me home. PSALM '■ 1 TTOW did my heart rejoice to hear -L-L My friends devoutly say. 122. ' In Zion let us all appear, And keep the solemn day !' CM. 2 I love her gates, I love the road ; Going to The church, adorned with grace, church • Stands like a palace built for God To show his milder face. 3 Up to her courts with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair ; The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there. 4 He hears our praises and complaints ; And, while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice. 5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest ! With holy gifts and heavenly grace Be her attendants blessed ! 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains ; There my best friends, my kindred dwell, There God my Saviour reigns. PSALM 1 TTOW pleased and blessed was 1 TT To hear the people cry, 8 Come, let us seek our God to day ;' 122. 234 Yes ; with a cheerful zeal We haste to Zion's hill, , PSALM And there our vows and homage pay. 2 Zion, thrice happy place ! | 122. Adorned with wondrous grace, Proper And walls of strength emhrace thee round ; tune. In thee our tribes appear To pray, and praise, and hear \ Going to The sacred gospel's joyful sound. ". church. 3 There David's greater Son Hath fixed his royal throne ; He sits for grace and judgment there : < He bids the saints be glad, He makes the sinner sad, And humble souls rejoice with fear. 4 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, \ To bless the soul of every guest ! The man that seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest! 5 My tongue repeats her vows, 4 Peace to this sacred house !' For there my friends and kindred dwell; And since my glorious God Makes thee his blessed abode, M soul shall ever love thee well. PSALM Repeat the fourth stanza to complete the time 123. 1 f~\ THOU whose grace and justice reign " Enthroned above the skies, C. M. To thee our hearts would tell their pain, Pleading To thee we lift our eyes. with submission 2 As servants watch their master's hand, And fear the angry stroke ; Or maids before their mistress stand, And wait a peaceful look ; So for our sins we justly feel Thy discipline, O God ; Yet wait the gracious moment still, Till thou remove thy rod. Those that in wealth and pleasure live, Our daily groans deride ; And thy delays of mercy give Fresh courage to their pride. Our foes insult us : but our hope In thy compassion lies : This thought shall bear our spirits up, That God will not despise. HAD not the Lord, may Israel say, Had not the Lord maintained our side, When men, to make our lives a pre}', Rose like the swelling of the tide ; The swelling tide had stopped our breath, So fiercely did the waters roll : We had been swallowed deep in death ; Proud waters had o'erwhelmed our soul. We leap for joy, we shout and sing, Who just escaped the fatal stroke : So flies the bird with cheerful wing, When once the fowTlers snare is broke. For ever blessed be the Lord, Who broke the fowler's cursed snare ; Who saved us from the murdering sword, And made our lives and souls his care. Our help is in Jehovah's name, Who formed the earth and built the skies ; He that upholds that wondrous frame, Guards his own church with watchfuleyes 235 PSALM 124. L. M. A SONG FOR THE FIFTH OF NOVEM- BER. UNSHAKEN as the sacred hill, And firm as mountains be, Firm as a rock the soul shall rest That leans, O Lord, on thee. Not walls nor hills could guard so well Old Salem's happy ground, As those eternal arms of love That every saint surround. While tyrants are a smarting scourge To drive them near to God, Divine compassion does allay The fury of the rod. Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, And lead them safely on To the bright gates of Paradise, Where Christ their Lord is gone. But if we trace those crooked ways That the old serpent drew, The wrath that drove him first to hell Shall smite his followers too. S. M. The saint's ! trial and safety. FIRM and unmoved are they That rest their souls on God ; Firm as the mount where David dwelt, Or where the ark abode. As mountains stood to guard The city's sacred ground, So God and his almighty love Embrace his saints around. What though the Father's rod Drop a chastising stroke ; Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep, Its fury shall be broke. Deal gently, Lord, with those Whose faith and pious fear, Whose hope and love, and every grace. Proclaim their heart sincere. Nor shall the tyrant's rage Too long oppress the saint ; The God of Israel will support His children, lest they faint. But if our slavish fear Will choose the road to hell, We must expect our portion there, Where bolder sinners dwell. 237 1 \17HEN God restored our captive state, ' » Joy was our song, and grace our theme; The grace beyond our hopes so great, That joy appeared a painted dream. 2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy name ; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review our dismal fears, Twas hard to think they'd vanish so : With God we left our flowing tears ; He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrowed field His scattered seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yeild A welcome load of joyful sheaves. f 1 ~\^7HEN God revealed his gracious name ' » And changed my mournful state, My rapture seemed a pleasing dream, The grace appeared so great. PSALM 126. L. M. Surprising- deliverance PSALM 126. C. M. 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess : My tongue broke out in unknown strains, Ancb sung surprising grace. 3 fi Great is the work/ my neighbours cried, 'And owned the power divine; e Great is the work, my heart replied, 6 And be the glory thine.' 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night ; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. Let those that sow in sadness wait Till the fair harvest come ; They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home. Though seed lie buried long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope ; The precious grain can ne'er be lost For grace insures the crop. IF God succeed not, all the cost And pains to build the house are lost ; If God the city will not keep, The watchful guards as well may sleep What if you rise before the sun, And work and toil when day is done ; Careful and sparing eat your bread, To shun that poverty you dread ; Tis all in vain, till God hath blessed ; He can make rich, yet give us rest: Children and friends are blessings loo, If God our sovereign make them so. 4 Happy the man to whom he sends Obedient children, faithful friends ! How sweet our daily comforts prove, When they are seasoned with his love ! 1 TF God to build the house deny, -*- The builders work in vain ; And towns, without his wakeful eye, An useless watch maintain. 2 Before the morning beams arise, Your painful work renew, And till the stars ascend the skies, Your tiresome toil pursue. A 3 Short be your sleep and coarse your fare ; In vain, till God has blessed ; But if his smiles attend your care, You shall have food and rest. Nor children, relatives, nor friends, Shall real blessings prove, Nor all the earthly joys he sends, If sent without his love, o f\ HAPPY man, whose soul is filled " With zeal and reverent awe ! His lips to God their honours yield, 0 His life adorns the law. A careful Providence shall stand And ever guard thy head, Shall on the labours of thine hand Its kindly blessings shed. 3 Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine ; Thy children round thy board, Each like a plant of honour shine, And learn to fear the Lord. 4 The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfil For months and years to come ; The Lord who dwells on Zion's hill, Shall send thee blessings home. This is the man whose happy eyes Shall see his house increase ; Shall see the sinking church arise, Then leave the world in peace. 1 TJP from my youth, may Israel say, *J Have I been nursed in tears ; My griefs were constant as the day, And tedious as the years. 2 Up from my youth, I bore the rage Of all the sons of strife ; Oft they assailed my riper age, But not destroyed my life. 3 Their cruel plough had torn my flesh With furrows long and deep ; Hourly they vex my wounds afresh, Nor let my sorrows sleep ; - 4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, And with impartial eye Measured the mischiefs they had done, Then let his arrows fly. 6 How was their insolence surprised To hear his thunders roll ! And all the foes of Zion seized, With horror to the soul. ) Thus shall the men that hate the saints Be Masted from the sky ; Their glory fades, their courage faints, And all their projects die. 7 [What though they flourish tall and fail They have no root heneath ; Their growth shall perish in despair, And lie despised in death. 3 [So corn that on the house-top stands, No hope of harvest gives ; The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands, Nor hinders fold the sheaves. \) It springs and withers on the place : No traveller bestows A word of blessing on the grass, Nor minds it as he goes. /^VUT of the deeps of long distress, ^ The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear. Great God ! should thy severer eye, MAnd thine impartial hand ark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand. But there are pardons with my God For crimes of high degree ; Thy Son has bought them with his blood, To draw us near to thee. [I wait for thy salvation, Lord, With strong desire I wait ; My soul, invited by thy word, Stands watching at thy gate.] [Q] PSALM 130. C. M. Pardoning grace 242 PSALM 130. PSALM X30. L. M. Pardoning gtace, 5 [Just as the guards that keep the night Long for the morning skies, Watch the first beams of breaking light, And meet them with their eyes. 6 So waits my soul to see thy grace ; And more intent than they, Meets the first opening of thy face, And finds a brighter day. 7 Then in the Lord let Israel trust, Let Israel seek his face : The Lord is good as well as just, And plenteous is his grace. 8 There's full redemption at his throne, For sinners long enslaved ; The great Redeemer is his Son, And Israel shall be saved. F ROM deep distress, and troubled thoughts, To thee my God, I raised my cries ; If thou severely mark our faults, No flesh can stand before thine eyes. But thou hast built thy throne of grace, Free to dispense thy pardons there ; That sinners may approach thy face, And hope and love, as well as fear. As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long and wish for breaking day ; So waits my soul before thy gate ; When will my God his face display ! My trust is fixed upon thy word, Nor shall I trust thy word in vain ; Let mourning souls address the Lord, And find relief from all their pain. 5 Great is his love, and large his grace, Through the redemption of his Son : He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done. 243 I TS there ambition in my heart ? -L Search, gracious God, and see ; Or do I act a haughty part ? Lord, I appeal to thee. I I charge my thoughts, be humble still, And all my carriage mild; Content, my Father, with thy will, And quiet as a child. 3 The patient soul, the lowly mind, Shall have a large reward : Let saints in sorrow lie resigned, And trust a faithful Lord. PSALM 131. C. M. Humility and submission Tl^HERE shall we go to seek and find; PSALM ** An habitation for our God; i .^^ A dwelling for the eternal mind, Amongst the sons of flesh and blood ? I The God of Jacob chose the hill Of Zion for his ancient rest ; And Zion is his dwelling still ; His church is with his presence blessed. 3 ' Here will I fix my gracious throne, 1 And reign for ever (saith the Lord ;) ' Here shall my power and love be known, ' And blessings shall attend thy word. t ' Here will I meet the hungry poor, ' And fill their souls with living bread ; — __ 132. L. M. At the \ settlement of a church. ' Sinners that wait before my door. 4 With sweet provision shall be fed. ' Girded with truth, and clothed with grace, ' My priests, my ministers, shall shine ; ' Not Aaron, in his costly dress, ' Made an appearance so divine.' The saints, unable to contain Their inward joys, shall shout and sing- The Son of David here shall reign, And Zion triumph in her king. [Jesus shall see a numerous seed Born here t'uphold his glorious name; His crown shall nourish on his head, While all his foes are clothed with shame.] 1 1VTO sleep nor slumber to his eyes, -L^» Good David would afford, Till he had found below the skies A dwelling for the Lord. 2 The Lord in Zion placed his name, His ark was settled there ; To Zion the whole nation came To worship thrice a year. 3 But we have no such lengths to go, Nor wander far abroad ; Where'er thy saints assemble now, There is a house for God.] 4 % Arise, O King of grace, arise, And enter to thy rest ! Lo, thy church waits with longing eye Thus to be owned and blessed. > Enter with all thy glorious train. Thy spirit and thy Word ; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford. 3 Here, mighty God ! accept our vows, Here let thy praise be spread ; Bless the provisions of thy house, And fill thy poor with bread. 7 Here let the Son of David reign ; Let God's anointed shine ; Justice and truth his court maintain, With love and power divine. 3 Here let him hold a lasting throne ; And as his kingdom grows, Fresh honours shall adorn his crown, And shame confound his foes. LO ! what an entertaining sight Are brethren that agree ! Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite In bands of piety! What streams of lore from Christ the spring, Descend to every soul : And heavenly peace with balmy wing, Shades and bedews the whole : 'Tis like the oil divinely sweet On Aaron's rev'rend head : The trickling drops perfumed his feet, And o'er his garments spread. 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews That fall on Zion's hill ; Where God his mildest glory shews, And makes his grace distil. PSALMJ 133, C. M. Brotherly ! love. 246 !l PSALM 133.. S. M. Commu- nion of T3LESSED are the sons of peace, -" Whose hearts and hopes are one; Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run. Blessed is the pious house Where zeal and friendship meet; Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, Make their communion sweet. Thus when on Aaron's head They poured their rich perfume, The oil through all his raiment spread, And pleasure filled the room. Thus on the heavenly hills The saints are blessed above, Where joy like morning dew distils, And all the air is love. PSALM 133, As the 122nd. The blessings of friendship. TTOW pleasant 'tis to see -*--*- Kindred and friends agree; Each in their proper station move, And each fulfil their part, With sympathising heart, In all the cares of life and love; 'Tis like the ointment shed On Aaron's sacred head, Divinely rich, divinely sweet : The oil through all the room Diffused a choice perfume, Ran through his robes, and blessed his feet Like fruitful showers of rain That Avater all the plain, Descending from the neighb'ring hills ; i Such streams of pleasure roll Through every friendly soul, Where love like heavenly dew distils. Repeat the first stanza to complete the tune. 247 1 "\TE that obey the immortal King", -1- Attend his holy place ; Bow to the glories of his power, And bless his wondrous grace. 2 Lift up your hands by morning light, And send your souls on high : Raise your admiring thoughts by night, Above the starry sky, 3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts With rays of quickening grace ; The God that spreads the heavens abroad, And rules the swelling seas. 1 T) RAISE ye the Lord, exalt his name, J- While in his holy courts ye wait ; Ye saints, that to his house belong, Or stand attending at his gate. 2 Praise ye the Lord ; the Lord is good : To praise his name is sweet employ ; Israel he chose of old, and still His church is his peculiar joy. 3 The Lord himself will judge his saints ; He treats his servants as his friends ; And when he hears their sore complaints Repents the sorrows that he sends. 4 Through every age the Lord declares His name, and breaks the oppressor's rod PART I. L. M. The church is God's house and care. 248 He gives his suffering servants rest, And will be known the Almighty God. Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love, People and priests exalt his name : Among his saints he ever dwells ; His church is his Jerusalem. PSALM 135. Ver. 5— 12. PA.RTII. L. M. The works of creation, provi- dence, re- demption of Israel, and destruction of enemies. r* RE AT is the Lord, exalted high ^ Above all powers and every throne : Whate'er he please, in earth or sea, Or heaven or hell, his hand hath done. At his command the vapours rise, The lightnings flash, the thunders roar ; He pours the rain, he brings the winds And tempests from his airy store. 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent, O Egypt ! through thy stubborn land ; When all thy first-born beasts and men Fell dead by his avenging hand. What mighty nations, mighty kings, He slew, and their whole country gave To Israel, whom his hand redeemed, No more to be proud Pharoah's slave. His power the same, the same his grace, That saves us from the hosts of hell ; And heaven he gives us to possess, Whence those apostate angels fell. PSALM 135. C. M. AWAKE, ye saints! to praise your king; Your sweetest passions raise ; Your pious pleasure, while you sing, Increasing with the praise. 2 Great is the Lord ; and works unknown Are his divine employ ; But still his saints are near his throne, His treasure and his joy. 3 Heaven, earth, and sea confess his hand ; He bids the vapours rise; Lightning and storm at his command Sweep through the sounding skies. 4 All power that gods or kings have claimed Is found with him alone ; But heathen gods should ne'er be named Where our Jehovah's known 5 Which of the stocks or stones they trust Can give them showers of rain ? In vain they worship glittering dust, And pray to gold in vain. 6 [Their gods have tongues that cannot talk, Such as their makers gave : Their feet were ne'er designed to walk, Nor hands have power to save. 7 Blind are their eyes, their ears are Nor hear when mortals pray ; Mortals, that wait for their relief, Are blind and deaf as they ! 8 O Britain, know the living God, Serve him with faith and fear : He makes thy churches his abode, And claims thine honours there. Praise due' to God, not to idols. deaf, 1 f^ IVE thanks to God, the sovereign Lord; ^* His mercies still endure! And be the King of kings adored : His truth is ever sure. 2 What wonders hath his wisdom done ! How mighty is his hand ! 250 PSALM 136. God's wonders of creation, provi- dence, re dernption ; of Israel, and salva- tion of his people . Heaven, earth, and sea he framed alone How wide is his command ! 3 The sun supplies the day with light ; How bright his counsels shine ! The moon and stars adorn the night : His works are all divine ! 4 [He struck the sons of Egypt dead ; How dreadful is his rod ! And thence with joy his people led ; How gracious is our God ! 5 He cleft the swelling sea in two ; His arm is great in might ; And gave the tribes a passage through ; His power and grace unite. 0 But Pharaoh's army there he drowned ; How glorious are his ways ! And brought his saints thro' desert ground Eternal be his praise. 7 Great monarchs fell beneath his hand ; Victorious is his sword : While Israel took the promised land ; And faithful is his word.] 8 He saw the nations dead in sin ; He felt his pity move : How sad the state the world was in ! How boundless was his love ! 9 He sent to save us from our woe ; (His goodness never fails !) From death, and hell, and every foe ; And still his grace prevails. 10 Give thanks to God, the heavenly King ; His mercies still endure : Let the whole earth his praises sing ; His truth is ever sure. 1 r^ IVE thanks to God most high, ^J The universal Lord, 251 The sovereign King of kings ; PSALM And be his grace adored. 1 His power and grace 136. | Are still the same; As And let his name the 148th. Have endless praise. 2 How mighty is his hand ! What wonders hath he done ! He formed the earth and seas, And spread the heavens alone. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure : And ever sure Abides thy word. 3 His wisdom framed the sun, To crown the day with light ; The moon and twinkling stars, To cheer the darksome night. His power and grace Are still the same ; And let his name Have endless praise. 4 [He smote the first-born sons, The flower of Egypt, dead : And thence his chosen tribes With joy and glory led. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure ; And ever sure Abides thy word. 5 His power and lifted rod Cleft the Red Sea in two ; 252 And for his people made A wondrous passage through. PSALM His power and grace Are still the same ; *36- And let his name Have endless praise. But cruel Pharaoh there, With all his host, he drowned : And brought his Israel safe Through a long desert ground. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure : And ever sure Abides thy word. PAUSE. The kings of Canaan fell Beneath his dreadful hand ; While his own servants took Possession of their land. His power and grace Are still the same ; And let his name Have endless praise. He saw the nations lie All perishing in sin ; And pitied the sad state The ruined world was in. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word. He sent his only Son To save us from our woe : From Satan, sin, and death, And every hurtful foe, 10 His power and grace Are still the same ; Arid let his name Have endless praise. Give thanks aloud to God, To God the heavenly King ; And let the spacious earth His works and glory sing, Thy mercies, Lord, Shall still endure ; And ever sure Abides thy word. 253 1 f^ IVE to our God immortal praise : ^J Mercy and truth are all his ways ; ' Wonders of grace to God belong, ' Repeat his mercies in your song.' 2 Give to the Lord of hosts renown, The King of kin^s with glory crown ; ' His mercies ever shall endure, ' When lords and kings are known no more. 3 He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fixed the starry lights on high : 1 Wonders of grace to God belong, 1 Repeat his mercies in your song. 4 He fills the sun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night : 4 His mercies ever shall endure, 4 When suns and moons shall shine no more. 5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, And brought them to the promised land : 6 Wonders of grace to God belong ; * Repeat his mercies in your song. 6 He saw the Gentiles dead in sin, And felt his pity work within : PSALM 136. Abridged, L. M. 254 PSALM 138. L. M. Restoring i and I preserving grace ' His mercies ever shall endure, ' When death and sin shall reign no more.' He sent his Son with power to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave : 8 Wonders of grace to God belong ; ' Repeat his mercies in your song. 8 Through this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly seat ; ' His mercies ever shall endure, ' When this vain world shall be no more. [T17ITH all my powers of heart and '* tongue, I'll praise my Maker in my song : Angels shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the song, and join the praise. Angels that make thy church their care, Shall witness my devotion there ; While holy zeal directs my eyes To thy fair temple in the skies.] I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord ; I'll sing the wonders of thy word : Not all thy works and names below So much thy power and glory show. To God I cried when troubles rose ; He heard me, and subdued my foes ; He did my rising fears control, And strength diffused through all my soul. The God of heaven maintains his state, Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great; But from his throne descends to see The sons of humble poverty. Amidst a thousand snares I stand, Upheld and guarded by thine hand, Thy words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying- faith alive. 7 Grace will complete, what grace begins, To save from sorrows or from sins ; The work that wisdom undertakes, Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes. 253 139. PART I. L. M. The all- seeing God. 3 LORD, thou hast searched and seen me PSALM through ; Thine eye commands with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh, with all their powers. My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known ; He knows the words I mean to say, Ere from my opening lips they break. Within thy circling power I stand ; On every side I find thy hand ; Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. Amazing knowledge! vast and great ! What large extent ! what lofty height ! My soul with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. 1 Oh, may these thoughts possess my breast' ' Where'er I rove, where'er I rest ! ' Nor let my weaker passions dare ' Consent to sin, for God is there !' % Could I so false, so faithless prove, To quit thy service and thy love ; Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun J Or from thy dreadful glory run ? 256 PSALM 139. 7 If up to heaven I take my flight, Tis there thou dwellest enthroned in light: Or dive to hell; there vengeance reigns. And Satan groans beneath thy chains, 8 If, mounted on a morning ray, I fly beyond the western sea ; Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. 9 Or should I try to shun thy sight, Beneath the spreading veil of night ; One glance of thine, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. 10 ' Oh may these thoughts possess my breast 6 Where'er I rove, where'er I rest : ' Nor let my weaker passions dare 1 Consent to sin, for God is there !' 1 1 ^f The veil of night is no disguise, No screen, from thy all-searching eyes : Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon Through midnight shades, as blazing noon 12 Midnight and noon in this agree ; Great God ! they're both alike to thee : Not death can hide what God will spy, And hell lies naked to his eye. $ 13 'Oh, may these thoughts possess my breast ' Where'er I rove, where'er I rest : 'Nor let my weaker passions dare ' Consent to sin, for God is there ! PSALM 139. > HP WAS from thy hand, my God, 1 came, J- A work of such a curious frame ; In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine. 5 Thine eyes did all my limbs survey, Which jet in dark confusion lay ; Thou saw'st the daily growth they took, Formed by the model of thy book. I By thee my growing parts were named ; And what thy sovereign counsels framed, (The breathing lungs, the beating heart) Was copied with unerring art. I At last, to show my Maker's name, God stamped his image on my frame, And in some unknown moment joined The finished members to the mind. 5 There the young seeds of thought began, And all the passions of the man : Great God ! our infant nature pays Immortal tribute to thy praise. 3 ^[ Lord, since in my advancing age I've acted on life's busy stage, Thy thoughts of life to me surmount The power of numbers to recount. 7 1 could survey the ocean o'er, And count each sand that makes the shore; Before my swiftest thoughts could trace The numerous wonders of thy grace. 8 These on my heart are still impressed, With these I give my eyes to rest : And at my waking hour I find God and his love possess my mind. 257 PSALM : 139. PART II. | L.M. The wonderful formation j of man. 1 ]\/TV God, what inward grief 1 feel 1V_L When impious men transgress thy will I mourn to hear their lips profane, Take thy tremendous name in vain. [RJ~ PSAL 139. 258 PSALM 139. PART III L. M. Sincerity professed and grace tried. PSALM 139- PART I. C. M. God is everywhere Does not my soul detest and hate The sons of malice and deceit ? Those that oppose thy laws and thee, I count them enemies to me. Lord, search my soul ; try every thought ; Though my own heart accuse me not Of walking in a false disguise, I beg the trial of thine eyes. Doth secret mischief lurk within ? Do I indulge some unknown sin ? Oh, turn my feet whene'er I stray, And lead me in thy perfect way. 1 TN all my vast concerns with thee, J- In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye. 2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest ; My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, Before they're formed within ; And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean. 4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high ! Where can a creature hide ? Within thy circling arms I lie, Beset on every side. 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love. 6 ^| Lord, where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown ? In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, In heaven thy glorious throne. 7 Should I suppress my vital breath To 'scape thy wrath divine ; Thy voice would break the bars of death, And make the grave resign. 8 If winged with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the west ; Thy hand, which must support my flight, Would soon betray my rest. 9 If o'er my sins I think to draw The curtains of the night ; Those flaming eyes that guard thy law, Would turn the shades to light. 10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee : Oh, may I ne'er provoke that power From which I cannot flee ! 1 "\^7HEN I with pleasing wonder stand, ' * And all my frame survey : Lord, 'tis thy work, I own ; thy hand Thus built my humble clay. 2 Thy hand my heart and reins possessed Where unborn nature grew ; Thy wisdom all my features traced, And all my members drew. 3 Thine eyes with nicest care surveyed The growth of every part ; Till the whole scheme thy thought had laid Was copied by thy art. [11 2J CM. The wis- dom of God in the I formation of man. 260 4 Heaven, earth, and sea, and fire and wind Show me thy wondrous skill ; But T review myself, and find Diviner wonders still. 5 Thy awful glories round me shine, My flesh proclaims thy praise : Lord, to thy works of nature join Thy miracles of grace. 139. PSALM( 1 T ORD, when I count thy mercies o'er, -*-^ They strike me with surprise; Not all the sands that spread the shore To equal numbers rise. My flesh with fear and wonder stands, The product of thy skill ; And hourly blessings from thy hands Thy thoughts of love reveal, Ver. 14, 17, 18. PART III. C. M Mercies of God in- numerable AN EVENING PSALM. PSALM 14Z. Ver. 1-5, L.M. Watchful- ness and brotherly reproof. These on my heart by night I keep ; How kind, how dear to me ! Oh, may the hour that ends my sleep, Still find my thoughts with thee ! 1 1\/TY God, accept my early vows, -L*-L Like morningincense in thine house; And let my nightly worship rise, Sweet as the evening sacrifice. 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord From every rash and heedless word ; Nor let my feet incline to tread The guilty path where sinners lead. 3 O may the righteous, when I stray, Smite, and reprove my wandering- way ! Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. 4 When I behold them pressed with grief, I'll cry to heaven for their relief; And by my warm petitions prove How much I prize their faithful love. TO God I made my sorrows known, From God I sought relief; In long complaints before his throne I poured out all my grief. My soul was overwhelmed with woes, My heart began to break ; My God who all my burdens knows, Me knows the way I take. On every side I cast mine eye, And found my helpers gone ; While friends and strangers pass me by, Neglected or unknown. Then did I raise a louder cry, And called thy mercy near: 1 Thou art my portion when I die, 6 Be thou my refuge here/ Lord, I am brought exceeding low ; Now let thine ear attend, And make my foes who vex me, know I've an almighty Friend. From my sad prison set me free ; Then shall I praise thy name : And holy men shall join with me Thy kindness to proclaim. 262 PSALM 143, L. M. Complaint of heavy affliction in mind and body. 9 MY righteous Judge, my gracious God. Hear when I spread my hands abroad. And cry for succour from thy throne : Oh, make thy truth and mercy known ! Let judgment not against me pass ; Behold thy servant pleads thy grace : Should justice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there. Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burden me ; Down to the dust my life is brought, Like one long buried and forgot. I dwell in darkness and unseen ; My heart is desolate within : My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. Thence T derive a glimpse of hope, To bear my sinking spirits up ; I stretch my hands to God again, And thirst like parched lands for rain. For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn ; When will thy smiling face return ? Shall all my joys on earth remove, And God for ever hide his love ? My God, thy long delay to save Will sink thy prisoner to the grave : My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye Make haste to help before I die. The night is witness to my tears, Distressing pains, distressing fears; Oh, might I hear thy morning voice, How would my Avearied powers rejoice ! In thee I trust, to thee I sigh, And lift my heavy soul on high ; 10 For thee sit waiting all the day, And wear the tiresome hours away. Break off my fetters, Lord, and show Which is the path my feet should go ; If snares and foes beset the road, I flee to hide me near my God. 11 Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heavenly hill ; Let the good spirit of thy love, Conduct me to thy courts above. 12 Then shall my soul no more complain ; The tempter then shall rage in vain ; And flesh, that was my foe before, Shall never vex my spirit more. 263 1 T70R ever blessed be the Lord, J- My Saviour and my shield ; He sends his spirit with his word, To arm me for the field. 2 When sin and hell their force unite, He makes my soul his care, Instructs me to the heavenly fight, And guards me through the war. 3 A Friend and Helper so divine Doth my weak courage raise ; He makes the glorious victory mine, And his shall be the praise. 1 T ORD, what is man, poor feeble man, -" Born of the earth at first ? His life a shadow, light and vain, Still hastening to the dust. PSALM 144. Ver. 1, 2. ! PARTI. I CM. j Assistance I and victory in the spiritual i warfare, i PSALM 144. Ver. 3-6. PART II. 264 PSALM 144. C. M. The vanity of man, and condescen- sion of God PSALM 144. Ver. 12-15 PART III. L. M Grace above rich- PSALM 145. L. M. The greatness of God. Oh, what is feeble, dying man, Or any of his race, That God should make it his concern To visit him with grace ! That God, who darts his lightnings down, Who shakes the worlds above, And mountains tremble at his frown, How wondrous is his love ! 1 TTAPPY the city where their sons, ■*"* Like pillars round a palace set, And daughters, bright as polished stones, Give strength and beauty to the state. 2 Happy the country, where the sheep, Cattle, and corn, have large increase ; Where men securely work or sleep, Nor sons of plunder break their peace. 3 Happy the nations thus endowed ; But more divinely blessed are those On whom the all-sufficient God Himself with all his grace bestows. 1 T\/TY God my King, thy various praise -L»-'- Shall fill the remnant of thy days ; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise my song. 2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; And every setting sun shall see New Avorks of duty done for thee. 3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows, an endless stream ; Thy mercy swift ; thine anger slow, But dreadful, to the stubborn foe. 4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine ; And speak thy majesty divine ; Let Britain round her shores proclaim The sound and honour of thy name. 5 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise ; And unborn ages make my song The joy and labour of their tongue. 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds ; Vast and unsearchable thy ways, Vast and immortal be thy praise. TONG as I live I'll bless thy name, ^ My King, my God of love ; My work and joy shall be the same, In the bright world above. Great is the Lord, his power unknown, And let his praise be great : I'll sing the honours of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat. Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue ; And, while my lips rejoice, The men that hear my sacred song Shall join their cheerful voice. Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, And children learn thy ways ; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise. Thy glorious deeds of ancient date Shall through the world be known ; Thine arm of power, thy heavenly state, With public splendour shown. 266 PSALM 145. Ver. 7, &c, IPART II, CM. The goodness of God. 6 The world is managed by thy hands, Thy saints are ruled by love ; And thine eternal kingdom stands, Though rocks and hills remove. 1 O WEET is the memory of thy grace ^ My God, my heavenly King; Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing. 2 God reigns on high ; but not confines His goodness to the skies ; Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies. 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food ; Thy liberal hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good. 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord ! How slow thine anger moves ! But soon he sends his pardoning word To cheer the souls he loves. 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy power and praise proclaim ; But saints that taste thy richer grace, Delight to bless thy name. PSALM 145. 1 T ET every tongue thy goodness speak, XJ Thou sovereign Lord of all ; Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak And raise the poor that fall. 2 When sorrow bows the spirit down, Or virtue lies distressed, Beneath some proud oppressors frown, Thou giv'st the mourners rest. 3 The Lord supports our tottering- days, And guides our giddy youth ; Holy and just are all his ways, And all his words are truth. 4 He knows the pains his servants feel ; He hears his children cry ; And their best wishes to fulfil His grace is ever nigh. 5 His mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere ; He saves the soul whose humble love Is joined with holy fear. 6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay, And pierce their hearts with pain; But none that serve the Lord shall say, 4 They sought his aid in vain.'] 7 [My lips shall dwell upon his praise, And spread his fame abroad : Let all the sons of Adam raise The honours of their God.] PRAISE ye the Lord; my heart shall join PSALM In work so pleasant, so divine : Now, while the flesh is mine abode, And when my soul ascends to God. Praise shall employ my noblest powers, While immortality endures : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last. 146. ! L. M. I Praise to , God for his [ goodness and truth. 268 PSALM 146. PSALM 146- As the 113th. Praise to God for his goodness and truth, 3 Why should I make a man my trust ? Princes must die and turn to dust : Their breath departs, their pomp and power And thoughts, all vanish in an hour. 4 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all her train And none shall find his promise vain. 5 His truth for ever stands secure: He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor; He sends the labouring conscience peace, And grants the prisoners sweet release 6 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind ; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless. 7 He loves his saints ; he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell ; Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; Praise him in everlasting strains. I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Why should I make a man my trust ? Princes muft die, and turn to dust; Vain is the help of flesh and blood : Their breath departs, their pomp and power, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour: Nor can they make their promise good. Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God : He made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train His truth for ever stands secure ; He saves the oppressed, hefeeds the poor; And none shall find his promise vain. The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ; The Lord supports the sinking mind ; He sends the labouring conscience peace : He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release. He loves his saints; he knows themwell ; But turns the wicked down to hell : Thy God, O Zion ! ever reigns : Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage ; Praise him in everlasting strains. I'll praise him while he lends me breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 1 T) RAISE ye the Lord ; 'tis good to raise J- Our hearts and voices in his praise : His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem And gathers nations to his name: His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. 270 PSALM 147. The divine nature, providence and grace PSALM 147. PART II. L. M. Summer and winter 3 He formed the stars, those heavenly flames, He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound; A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. 4 Great is our Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite : He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. 5 ^[ Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds around the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 6 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling* fields with corn: The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 7 What is the creature's skill or force, The sprightly man, the warlike horse, The nimble wit, the active limb ! — All are too mean delights for him. 8 But saints are lovely in his sight; He views his children with delight : He sees their hope, he knows their fear And looks, and loves his image there. 1 f\ BRITAIN, praise thy mighty God, ^ And make his honours known abroad: He bade the ocean round thee flow ; Not bars of brass could guard thee so. 2 Thy children are secure and blessed ; Thy shores have peace, thy cities rest : He feeds thy sons with finest wheat, And adds his blessing to their meat. 3 Thy changing seasons he ordains; Thine early and thy latter rains : His flakes of snow like wool he sends, And thus the springing corn defends. With hoary frost he strews the ground ; His hail descends with clattering sound Where is the man so vainly bold That dares defy his dreadful cold ? He bids the southern breezes blow ; The ice dissolve?, the waters flow : But he hath nobler works and ways, To call the Britons to his praise. 6 To all the isle his laws are shown ; His gospel's through the nation known ; He hath not thus revealed his word To every land : Praise ye the Lord. 271 PSALM 147. WITH songs of honour sounding loud, Address the Lord on high Over the heavens he spreads his clonds, And waters veil the sky. He sends his showers of blessing down To cheer the plains below ; He makes the grass the mountain's crown, And corn in valleys grow ; He gives the grazing ox his meat ; He hears the ravens cry ■ But man, who tastes his finest wheat, Should raise his honours high. His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year : He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. PSALM 147. Ver. 7, 9, 13,-18. C. M. The seasons of the year. •272 PSALM 147. PSALM 148. Proper metre. Praise to God from all creatures. 5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. 6 When from his dreadful stores on high He pours the rattling hail, The wretch that dares this God defy Shall find his courage fail. 7 He sends his word and melts the snow The fields no longer mourn : He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. 8 The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word ; With songs and honours sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord. 1 A^E tribes of Adam, join JL With heaven, and earth, and seas, And offer notes divine To your Creator's praise : Ye holy throng Of angels bright, In worlds of light, Begin the song. 2 Thou sun, with dazzling rays, And moon that rules the night, Shine to your Maker's praise, With stars of twinkling light : His power peclare, Ye floods on high, And clouds that fly In empty air. ! 3 The shining worlds ahove 273 In glorious order stand, Or in swift courses move, PSALM By his supreme command, He spake the word, 146. And all their frame From nothing came To praise the Lord. 4 He moved their mighty wheels, In unknown ages past ; And each his word fulfils, While time and nature last. In different ways His works proclaim His wondrous name, And speak his praise. 5 Let all the earth-horn race, And monsters of the deep, The fish that cleave the seas, Or in their bosom sleep, From sea and shore Their tribute pay, And still display Their Maker's power. 6 Ye vapours, hail, and snow, Praise ye the Almighty Lord ; And stormy winds that blow. To execute his word. When lightnings shine, Or thunders roar, Let earth adore His hand divine. 7 Ye mountains near the skies, With lofty cedars there, [S] 274 And trees of humbler size, That fruit in plenty bear ; PSALM Beasts, wild and tame, Birds, flies, and worms, 146. In various forms, Exalt his name. 8 Ye kings and judges, fear The Lord, the sovereign King ; And while you rule us here, His heavenly honours sing : Nor let the dream Of power and state, Make you forget His power supreme. 9 Virgins and youths engage To sound his praise divine ; While infancy and age Their feebler voices join. Wide as he reigns His name be sung, By every tongue Tn endless streams. 10 Let all the nations fear The God that rules above : He brings his people near, And makes them taste his love. While earth and sky Attempt his praise, His saints shall raise PSALM His honours high. 1 T OUD hallelujahs to the Lord, [dwell: -" From distant worlds, where creatures 148. Let heaven begin the solemn word, Para- phrased. And sound it dreadful down to hell. Note. This Psalm may be sung to the tune of the old 1 12th or 127th, if these two lines be added to every stanza. Each of his works his name displays, But they can ne'er fulfil his praise. Otherwise it must be sung to the usual tunes of long metre. 2 The Lord, how ahsolute he reigns ! Let every angel bend the knee ; Sing of his love in heavenly strains, And speak how fierce his terrors be. 3 High on his throne his glories dwell, An awful throne of shining bliss ; Fly through the world, O sun ! and tell How dark thy beams compared to his. 4 Awake, ye tempests ; and his fajne In sounds of dreadful praise declare ; And the sweet whisper of his name Fill every gentler breeze of air. Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree To join their praise with blazing fire ; Let the firm earth and rolling sea In this eternal song conspire. Ye flowery plains, proclaim his skill ; Vallies lie low before his eye ; And let his praise from every hill, Rise tuneful to the neighbouring sky. Ye stubborn oaks, and stately pines, Bend your high branches and adore ; Praise him, ye beasts, in different strains The lamb must bleat, the lion roar. ! 8 Birds, ye must make his praise your theme : Nature demands a song from you : While the dumb fish that cut the stream Leap up, and mean his praises too. 9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, When nature all around you sings ? [S2] 276 PSALM 148. S. M. Universal praise. Oh, for a shout from old and young, From humble swains and lofty kings ! 10 Wide as his vast dominion lies Make the Creator's name be known ; Loud as his thunder shout his praise, And sound it lofty as his throne. 1 1 Jehovah ! 'tis a glorious word : Oh, may it dwell on every tongue ! But saints who best have known the Lord, Are bound to raise the noblest song. 12 Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on every chord : From all below, and all above, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord ! LET every creature join To praise the eternal God : Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin, And sound his name abroad. Thou sun with golden beams. And moon with paler rays ; Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames, Shine to your Maker's praise. He built those worlds above, And fixed their wondrous frame ; By his command they stand or move, And ever speak his name. Ye vapours, when ye rise, Or fall in showers or snow ; Ye thunders murmuring round the skies, His power and glory show. Winds, hail, and flashing fire, Agree to praise the Lord, When ye in dreadful storms conspire To execute his word. 6 By all his works above His honours be expressed ; But saints that taste his saving love Should sing his praises best. 7 % Let earth and ocean know, They owe their Maker praise ; Praise him, ye watery worlds below, And monsters of the seas. 8 From mountains near the sky Let his high praise resound ; From humble shrubs, and cedars high, And vales and fields around, 9 Ye lions of the wood, And tamer beasts that graze, Ye live upon his daily food, And he expects your praise. 10 Ye birds of lofty wing, On high his praises bear ; Or sit on flowery boughs to sing Your Maker's glory there. 1 1 Ye creeping ants and worms, His various wisdom show ; And flies, in all your shining swarms, Praise him that dressed you so. 12 By all the earth-born race, His honours be expressed ; But saints, who know his heavenly grace, Should learn to praise him best. 13 5T M on arch s of wide command, Praise ye the eternal King ; Judges, adore that sovereign hand, Whence all your honours spring. 14 Let vigorous youth engage To sound his praises high ; 277 PSALM 148. 278 PSALM 149. C. M. Praise God all his saints. While growing babe and withering age, Their feeble voices try. 15 United zeal be shown, His wondrous fame to raise ; God is the Lord : his name alone, Deserves our endless praise. 16 Let nature join with art, And all pronounce him blessed ; But saints, that dwell so near his heart, Should sing his praises best. A LL ye that love the Lord, rejoice, And let your song be new ; Amidst the church with cheerful voice, His later wonders shew. 2 The Jews, the people of his grace, Shall their Redeemer sing ; And Gentile nations join the praise, While Zion owns her King. 3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just, Whom sinners treat with scorn ; The meek, that lie despised in dust, Salvation shall adorn. 4 Saints should be joyful in their King, E'en on a dying bed ; And like the souls in glory sing, For God shall raise the dead. 5 Then his high praise shall fill their tongues Their hand shall wield their sword ; And vengeance shall attend their songs, The vengeance of the Lord. 6 When Christ the judgment-seat ascends, And bids the world appear, Thrones are prepared for all his friends, Who humbly loved him here. l7 Then shall they rule with iron rod, Nations that dared rehel ; And join the sentence of their God, On tyrants doomed to hell. 8 The royal sinners bound in chains, New triumphs shall afford : Such honour for the saints remains ; Praise ye and love the Lord. 279 1 TN God's own house pronounce his praise, J- His grace he there reveals ; To heaven your joy and wonder raise, For there his glory dwells. 2 Let all your sacred passions move, While you rehearse his deeds ; But the great work of saving love Your highest praise exceeds. 3 All that have motion, life, and breath, Proclaim your Maker blessed ; Yet when my voice expires in death, My soul shall praise him best. PSALM 150. Ver. 1,2,6. C. M. A song of praise. THE CHRISTIAN DOXOLOGY. rFO God the Father, God the Son, J- And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise and glory given, By all on earth and all in heaven. DOX. I. L. M. 280 DOX. II CM. DOX.III C. M. D. DOX. IV S. M. DOX. V. As the 113th Psalm. DOX. VI As the 148th Psalm. IET God the Father, and the Son, ^ And Spirit be adored, Where there are works to make him known, Or Saints to love the Lord. THE God of mercy be adored, Who calls our souls from death : Who saves by his redeeming word, And new creating breath, To praise the Father and the Son, And Spirit, all divine, The One in Three, and Three in One, Let saints and angels join. YE angels round the throne, And Saints that dwell below, Worship the Father, praise the Son, And bless the Spirit too. NOW to the great and sacred Three, The Father, Son, and Spirit be Eternal praise and glory given, Through all the worlds where God is known, By all the angels near the throne, And all the saints in earth and heaven. TO God the Father's throne Perpetual honours raise : Glory to God the Son, To God the Spirit praise : With all our powers, Eternal King, Thy name we sing, While faith adores. HYMNS 1 SPIRITUAL SONGS, I. COLLECTED FROM THE SCRIPTURES. II. COMPOSED ON DIVINE SUBJECTS. III. PREPARED FOR THE LORD'S SUPPER. BY I. WATTS, D. D. And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof ; for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us unto God. Rev. v., 9. Soliti essent (i. e. Christiani) convenire, carmenque Christo quasi Deo dicere. / Plin. in Epist. <^ L^V Aj HYMNS. BOOK I. COLLECTED FROM THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. 1 "OEHOLD the glories of the Lamb, -*-* Amidst his Father's throne ; Prepare new honours for his name, And songs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odours sweet, And harps of sweeter sound. 3 Those are the prayers of the saints, And these the hymns they raised : Jesus is kind to our complaints, He loves to hear our praise. 4 [Eternal Father ! who shall look Into thy secret will ? Who but the Son shall take that book, And open every seal ? 5 He shall fulfil thy great decrees, The Son desires it well ; Lo ! in his hand the sovereign keys Of heaven, and death, and hell.] 284 BOOK L HYMN 2. L. M. The Deity and humanity of Christ. John i. 1, &c., Col. i. 16. 6 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid; Salvation, glory, joy, remain For ever on thy head. Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free : Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee. 8 The worlds of nature and of grace Are put beneath thy power ; Then shorten these delaying days, And bring the promised hour. heavens were stretched "P RE the blue -*-^ abroad, From everlasting was the Word : With God he was ; the Word was God And must divinely be adored. By his own power were all things made ; By him supported all things stand ; He is the whole creation's head, And angels fly at his command. Ere sin was born, or Satan fell, He led the hosts of morning stars ; (Thy generation who can tell, Or count the number of thy years?) But, lo ! he leaves those heavenly forms ; The Word descends, and dwells in clay, That he may hold converse with worms Dressed in such feeble flesh as they ! Mortals with joy beheld his face, The eternal Father's only Son ; How full of truth ! how full of grace ! When through his eyes the Godhead shone. 6 Archangels leave their high abode, 285 To learn new mysteries here, and tell The love of our descending God, The glories of Immanuel. BOOK I. HYMN 1 13EH0LD, the grace appears! •*-* The promise is fulfilled ; 3. Mary, the wondrous virgin, bears, And Jesus is the child. S. M. 2 [The Lord, the highest God, The Calls him his only Son ; He bids him rule the lands abroad, nativity of And gives him David's throne. Christ. 3 O'er Jacob shall he reign Luke i. 30, &c. ii. \~ . With a peculiar sway ; Sec. The nations shall his grace obtain, His kingdom ne'er decay.] 4 To bring the glorious news, A heavenly form appears: He tells the shepherds of their joys, And banishes their fears. 5 ' Go, humble swains,' said he ' To David's city fly ; ' The promised infant, born to-day, 1 Doth in a manger lie. 6 ' With looks and hearts serene, ' Go visit Christ your King ;' And strait a flaming troop was seen : The shepherds heard them sing. 7 t Glory to God on high ! 6 And heavenly peace on earth ; Good will to men, to angels joy, ' At the Redeemer's birth !' 286 HYMN 4. L. M. SUPPLE- MENT. The inward witness to Christia- nity. I John v. 10. HYMN 5. [In worship so divine, Let saints employ their tongues ; With the celestial hosts we join, And loud repeat their songs. ' Glory to God on high ! ' And heavenly peace on earth ; 6 Good will to men, to angels joy, ' At our Redeemer's birth !'] 1 QUESTIONS and doubts be heard no ml more ; Let Christ and joy be all our theme , His Spirit seals his gospel sure To every soul that trusts in him. 2 Jesus, thy witness speaks within ; The mercy which thy words reveal, Refines the heart from sense and sin, And stamps its own celestial seal. 3 'Tis God's inimitable hand That moulds and forms the heart anew ; Blasphemers can no more withstand, But bow and own thy doctrine true. 4 The guilty wretch that trusts thy blood, Finds peace and pardon at the cross : The sinful soul, averse to God, Believes, and loves his Maker's laws. 5 Learning and wit may cease their strife, When miracles with glory shine ; The voice that calls the dead to life, Must be almighty and divine. 1 "VTAKED as from the earth we came, -L^ And crept to life at first, We to the earth return again, And mingle with the dust. 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own, Are but short favours, borrowed now, To be repaid anon. 3 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high, Or sinks them in the grave ; He gives, and (blessed be his name!) He takes but what he gave. 4 Peace, all our angry passions, then ; Let each rebellious sigh Be silent at his sovereign will, And every murmur die. 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, His praises shall be spread ; And we'll adore the justice too, That strikes our comforts dead. 1 /^ REi\T God ! I own thy sentence just, ^* x\nd nature must decay : I yield my body to the dust, To dwell with fellow clay. 2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, And trample on the tombs : My Jesus, my Redeemer lives, My God, my Saviour comes. 3 The mighty conqueror shall appear High on a royal seat ; And death, the last of all his foes, Lie vanquished at his feet. 4 Though greedy worms devour my skin, And gnaw my wasting flesh, When God shall build my bones again, He clothes them all afresh. 288 BOOK I. HYMN 7- C. M. The invita tions of the gospel. Isa. lv. lj 2, &c. 5 Then shall I see thy lovely face, With strong immortal eyes ; * And feast upon thine unknown grace, With pleasure and surprise. 1 T ET every mortal ear attend, -" And every heart rejoice ; The trumpet of the gospel sounds, With an inviting voice. 2 Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind ; 3 Eternal wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast ; And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. 4 Ho ! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die ; Here you may quench your raging thirst, With springs that never dry. 5 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join ; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine. 6 [Ye perishing and naked poor, Who work with mighty pain, To weave a garment of your own, That will not hide your sin : 7 Come, naked, and adorn your souls In robes prepared by God, Wrought by the labours of his Son, And died in his own blood.] 8 Dear God ! the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines ; Deep as our helpless miseries are, And houndless as our sins, 9 The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day ; Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. HOW honourable is the place Where we adoring stand ; Zion, the glory of the earth, And beauty of the land ! Bulwarks of mighty grace defend The city where we dwell ; The walls, of strong salvation made, Defy the assaults of hell. Lift up the everlasting gates, The doors wide open fling ; Enter ye nations that obey The statutes of our King. Here shall you taste unmingled joys, And live in perfect peace ; You that have known Jehovah's name, And ventured on his grace. Trust in the Lord, for ever trust, And banish all your fears ; Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, Eternal as his years. [What though the rebels dwell on high, His arm shall bring them low ; Low as the caverns of the grave, Their lofty heads shall bow.] m 290 BOOK I. HYMN 9. CM. The promises and the covenant of grace. Isa. lv. 1, 2. 7 [On Babylon our feet shall tread In that rejoicing hour ; The ruins of her walls shall spread A pavement for the poor.] IN vain we lavish out our lives To gather empty wind ; The choicest blessings earth can yield, Will starve a hungry mind. 2 Come, and the Lord shall feed our souls, With more substantial meat, With such as saints in glory love, With such as angel's eat. 3 Our God will every want supply, And fill our hearts with peace ; He gives, by covenant and by oath, The ritmes of his grace. 4 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted souls, And wash away our stains, In the dear fountain that his Son Poured from his dying veins.. 5 [Our guilt shall vanish all away, Though black as hell before ; Our sins shall sink beneath the sea, And shall be found no more. 6 And, lest pollution should o'erspread Our inward powers again, His Spirit shall bedew our souls, Like purifying rain.] 7 Our heart, that flinty stubborn thing, That terrors cannot move, That fears no threatnings of his wrath Shall be dissolved by love. 8 Or he can take the flint away That would not be refined ; And from the treasures of his grace Bestow a softer mind. 9 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell, And deep engrave his law ; And every motion of our souls To swift obedience draw. 10 Thus will he pour salvation down, And we shall render praise ; We the dear people of his love, And he our God of grace. 1 HOW beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zion's hill ! Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal. How charming is their voice ! How sweet the tidings are ! 'Zion, behold thy Saviour king; ' He reigns and triumphs here.' How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and profits waited for, And sought but never found. How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light ; Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight. ► The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy. — [T2] 292 HYMN 11. L. M. The humble en- lightened, and carnal reason humbled. Luke x. 21, 22, The lord makes bear his arm Through all the earth abroad : Let every nation now behold Their Saviour and their God ! 1 HP HE RE was an hour when Christ rejoiced -*- And spoke his joy in words of praise ; ' Father, I thank thee, mighty God, * Lord of the earth, and heavens, and sea. 2 i I thank thy sovereign power and love, 6 That crown nay doctrine with success : ' And make the babes in knowledge learn 6 The heights, and breadths, and lengths of grace. 3 'But all this glory lies concealed 6 From men of prudence and of wit ; 6 The prince of darkness blinds their eyes ' And their own pride resists the light. 4 ' Father, 'tis thus, because thy will 6 Chose and ordained it should be so ; ' 'Tis thy delight t' abase the proud, 6 And lay the haughty scorner low. 5 'There's none can know the Father right, ' But those who learn it from the Son ; ' Nor can the Son be well received, 6 But where the Father makes him known. 6 Then let our souls adore our God, That deals his graces as he please : Nor gives to mortals an account Or of his actions, or decrees. 1 TESUS, the man of constant grief, *J A mourner all his days. In spirit once rejoiced aloud. And turned his joy to praise. 2 i Father, I thank thy wondrous love 1 That hath revealed tin Son * To men unlearned, and to babes 1 Hast made thy gospel known. 3 'The mysteries of redeeming grace • Arc hidden from the wise : 1 While pride and carnal reasoning join 'To swell and blind their eyes.5 4 Thus doth the Lord of heaven and earth His great decrees fulfil; And orders all his works of grace i)v his own sovereign will. •293 BOOK I. HYMN 12. C. M. Free grace in reveal- ing Christ. Lakes. 91. 1 rPHE lands that long in darkness lay. J- Now have beheld a heavenly light; Nations that sat in death's cold shade Are hi. issed with beams divinely bright. 2 The virgin's promised Son is horn ; liehold the expected child appear! What shall his names or titles he ? 'The Wonderful, the Counsellor!1 3 [This infant is the mighty God, Come to he suckled and adored : The Eternal Father, Prince of Peace. The son of David and his Lord. 4 The government of earth and seas Upon his shoulders shall he laid; His wide dominion shall increase, And honours to his name he paid. HYMN 13- L.M. The Son incarnate. 6,7. 294 BOOK I. HYMN 14. L. M. The triumph of faith. Rom. viii. 33, &c. HYMN 15. Jesus, the holy child, shall sit High on his father David's throne ; Shall crush his foes beneath his feet, And reign to ages yet unknown. 1 Yl/^O s^a^ tne lord's elect condemn ? " 'Tis God that justifies their souls And mercy, like a mighty stream O'er all their sins divinely rolls. 2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell ? Tis Christ that suffered in their stead, And the salvation to fulfil, Behold him rising from the dead ! 3 He lives ! he lives ! and sits above, For ever interceding there : Who shall divide us from his love ? Or, what should tempt us to despair? 4 Shall persecution, or distress ? Famine, or sword, or nakedness ? He that hath loved us bears us through, And makes us more than conquerors too. 5 Faith hath an overcoming power ; It triumphs in the dying hour: Christ is our life, our joy, our hope, Nor can we sink with such a prop. 6 Not all that men on earth can do, Nor powers on high, nor powers below, Shall cause his mercy to remove, Or wean our hearts from Christ our love. IET me but hear my Saviour say, <* ' Strength shall he equal to the day ;' Then I rejoice in deep distress, Leaning on all-sufficient grace. 1 glory in infirmity, That Christ's own power may rest on me, When 1 am weak, then am 1 strong, Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. I can do all things, or can hear All sufferings, if my Lord he there: Sweet pleasuies mingle with the pains, While his left hand my head sustains. But if the Lord he once withdrawn, And we attempt the work alone, When new temptations spring and rise, We find how great our weakness is. [So Sampson, when his hair was lost, Met the Philistines to his cost : Shook his vain limbs with sad surprise, Made feeble fight, and lost his eves, 295 BOOK I. HYMN 15. L. M. Our own' weakness. and Christ our strength. 2 Cor. xii. 7,