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 ! S A L M 5 or D A V I !>.;, 
 
 PSALM r. Common Metre, 
 EJfae Way and End of the Righteous and the 
 Wicked, 
 i "13 LEST is the man who fhuns the place 
 
 13 Where fmners love to meet ; 
 Who fears to tread their wicked ways. 
 
 And hates the fcofter's feat : 
 A But in the ftatutes of the Lord 
 
 Has placMhis chief delight ; 
 By day he reads or hears the word. 
 And meditates by night. 
 
 3 [He like a plant of gen'rous kind. 
 
 By living waters fet, 
 Safe from the ftorms and blading wiad, 
 
 Enjoys a peaceful ftate.] 
 
 \ ^reen as tne leaf and ever fair 4 
 ,v3hall his profeffion mine, 
 /bile fruit of holinefs appear 
 Like clufters en the vine. 
 
( 4 ) 
 
 $ Not fo the impious and unjuft ; 
 
 What vain defigns they form ! 
 Their hof cs are blown away like du{f« 
 
 Or chafi' before the flcrm. 
 
 jS Sinners in judgment {hall not Hand 
 
 Among the fons of grace, 
 ."When Christ the judge at his right hand 
 
 Appoints his faints a place. 
 
 *7 His eye beholds the path they tread ; 
 
 Hislieart approves it well ; 
 But crooked ways of Turners lead 
 
 Down to the gates of hell. 
 
 PSALM j. Short Metre, 
 The Saint happy,, the Sinner miferabf^ 
 i »TpHE man is ever bleft, 
 
 -*■ Who fhuns the Tinners ways, 
 'Among their ccnnfels never {lands, 
 Nor takes the fcorner's place : 
 
 % But makes the law of Cod 
 
 His ltudy and del irjit, 
 Amidft the labours of the day, 
 
 And watches of the pight. 
 
 3 He like a tree fha)l thrive, 
 
 With waters near the root ; 
 Frefh as the leaf h« name fhal! live J 
 
 His workC are heav'nly fruit. 
 
 4. Not fo the ungodly nee, 
 
 They no fuch blemngs £ 
 Their ho.es {hall flee, lite empty ch*.ff 
 
 Before the driving wind. 
 
( 5 ) 
 
 5 How will they bear to (land 
 Before that judgment feat, 
 
 Where all the faints at Christ's right hand 
 In full alTembly meet ? 
 
 6 He knows, and he approves 
 The way the righteous go ; 
 
 But tinners and their works fhall meet 
 A dreadful overthrow. 
 
 PSALM i. Long Metre. 
 
 The Difference between the Righteous, 
 
 and the Wicked. 
 
 IAPPY the man whofe cautious {ttt 
 Shun the broad way that tinners go, 
 Who hates the place where atheifls meet r 
 And fears to talk as fcoffers do. 
 
 He loves t' employ his morning-light 
 Amongft the flatutes of the Lord ; 
 And fpends the wakeful hours of night 
 With pleafurQ pond'ring o'er the word. 
 
 He like a plant by gentle fireams 
 Shall flourifh in immortal green ; 
 And heaven will mine with kindeft beams 
 On every work his hands begin. 
 
 But tinners find their cou-nfels crofs'd ; 
 As chaff before the tempeff. flies ; 
 So (hall their hopes be blown and loft, 
 Whea the lsfi trumpet fhakes the fkic?s» 
 
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 5 In vain the rebel feeks to ftand 
 In judgment with the pious race ; 
 
 The dreadful Judge with ftern command 
 Divides them to a different place. 
 
 6 " Strait is the way my faints have trod, 
 u I blefs the path, and drew it plain ; 
 
 " But you would choofe the crooked road ; 
 <{ And down it leads to endlefs pain." 
 
 PSALM i. Short Metre. 
 
 Tranflated according to the Divine Pattern. 
 Acls iv. 24. &c. 
 
 Chrift Dying, Riling, Interceding, and Reigning* 
 I T ll/fAKER and fov'reign Lord 
 
 [_ IVA Of heaven and earth and feas, 
 Thy providence confirms thy word, 
 
 And anfvvers thy decrees. 
 
 1 The things fo long foretold 
 
 By David are fulfillM ; 
 "When Jews and Gentiles join to flay 
 
 Jefus, thine holy Child.] 
 
 3 Why did the Gentiles rage, 
 And Jews with one accord 
 
 Join all their councils to deftroy 
 Th' Anointed of the Lord X 
 
 4 Rulers and Kings agree 
 To form a vain defign ; 
 
 Againft the Lord their powers unite,, 
 Againft his Chrifl they join. 
 
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 J The Lord -derides their rage, 
 
 And will fupporthis throne ; 
 He that hath rais'd hijii from the de&fj 
 
 Hath own'd him for his fon. 
 
 P~ A ¥ S X. 
 
 € Now he's afcended high, 
 
 To rule the fubject earth ; 
 The merit of his blood he pleads> 
 
 And pleads his heavenly birth* 
 
 *l Beneatk his fovereign fway 
 
 The Gentile nations bend ; 
 Far as the world's remoter! bounds^ 
 
 His kingdom fliall extend 
 
 S The nations that rebel> 
 
 Mufl feel his iron rod % 
 He'll vindicate thofe honours well 
 
 Which he receiv'd from God, 
 
 <p [Be wife,' ye rulers, now, 
 
 And wormip at his throne ; 
 With trembling joy, ye people bow> 
 
 To God's exalted Son. 
 
 I© If once his wrath arife 3 
 
 Ye peiifli on the place ; 
 Then bltrfled is the foul that flies 
 
 For refuge to his grace.] 
 
 PSALM %i Common Mefr2. 
 I TX7HY did the nations join to flay 
 
 The Lord's anointed Sea r 
 Why did they call his laws away 
 jjpd tread itfs gofj^d dgwn ? 
 
C 8 ) 
 
 i The Lord that Gts above the fkies> 
 
 Derides their rage below, 
 He fpeaks widft vengeance in is eyes,. 
 
 And ftrikes their fpirits through. 
 
 3 " I call him my eternal Son, 
 
 " AhcI raife him from the dead f 
 
 i€ I make my holy hill his throne, 
 
 li And wide his kingdom fpread. 
 
 4 " Afk me, my Son, and then enjoy 
 " The utmoft heathen lands ; 
 
 " Thy rod of iron (hall deflroy 
 " The rebel that withftands." 
 
 5 Be wife, ye rulers of the earth, 
 Obey th ? anointed Lord, 
 
 Adore the King of heavenly birth, 
 And tremble at his word. 
 
 6 With humble love addrefs his throne^ 
 For if he frown, ye die ; 
 
 Thofe are fecure, and thofe alone 
 Who on his grace rely. 
 
 PSALM %i Long Metre; 
 Chrift's Death, Refurreclion, and AfcenGo&r 
 l CX 7HY did the Jews proclaim their rage ? 
 V V The Romans why their fwords employ 4 ? 
 A^ahift the Lord their power engage, 
 His dear Anointed to deflroy • 
 
 c " Come let us break his bands, they fay, 
 " This man fhall never give us laws ; ,? 
 And thus they can* his yoke away, 
 &nd nail'd thm M— ■ r {Jj.tc.rofs* 
 
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 £ "But God, who high in Glory reigns, 
 
 Laughs at their pride, their rage centrouls t 
 He'll Unite their hearts with inward pains, 
 And fpeak in thunder to their fouls. 
 
 4 ei I will maintain the king I made 
 " On Zion's everlafting hill, 
 
 ** My hand {hall bring him from the dead-* 
 4( And<jbe ihall iland your fovereign flilL" 
 
 £ [His wt>ndrous fifing from the earth 
 Makes his eternal Godhead known ; 
 The Lord declares his hearenly birth : 
 " This day have I begot my Son. 
 
 € " Afcend, my Son, to my right-hand 
 *\ There thou (halt afk, and I bellow, 
 *' The utmoft bounds of heathen lands ; 
 ** To thee their fuppliant tribes fliall bow."J 
 
 ^ T$i'£ nations that reiift his grace 
 Shall fall beieath his lifted rod $ 
 His arm /hail crufh the impious race, : 
 That dare provoke th' avenging God. 
 
 . Pause. 
 
 5 Now ye that fit on earthly thrones, 
 
 Be wife, and ferve the Lord, the Lamb % 
 Now to his feet fubmit your crowns. 
 Rejoice and tremble at his name. 
 
 A With humble love acldrefs the Son, 
 Left he grow angry and ye die, 
 His wrath will burn tb worlds unknown^ 
 Jj[is love gives life above the iky. 
 
( to, ) 
 
 20 His dorms mall quell the ftubborn foc^ 
 And fink his honours in the duft : 
 Happy the fouls, their God that knotf^ 
 And make his grace their only truft. 
 
 PSALM 5. Common Metre; 
 
 Doubts aad Fears fupprelTed ; or, God Ogtf 
 Defence from Sin and Satan-f** 
 
 1 \ /T Y God how many are my fears I 
 iVX How fad my foes increafe ? 
 
 Confpiring my eternal death, 
 They break my prefent peace. 
 
 2 The lying tempter would perfuadd 
 There's no relief in heaven, 
 
 And all my growing fins appear 
 Too great to be forgiven. 
 
 3 But thou, my glory, and my flrengtB/ 
 Shalt on the tempter tread, 
 
 Shalt filence all my threat'ning guilty 
 And raife my drooping head. 
 
 4 [I cry'd, and from the holy hill 
 Ilebow'd a lift'ning ear ; 
 
 I call'd my father and my God, 
 And he fubduM my fear. 
 
 5 He (lied foft (lumbers on mine eyes^ 
 In fpite of all my foes ; 
 
 I woke and wonder'd at the graces 
 That guarded my repoie.J 
 
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 6 What tho' the hofls of death and heir 
 
 All arm'd againfi: me flood : 
 Terrors no more mall make my foul ; 
 
 My refuge is my God. 
 
 *j Arife, O Lord, fulfil thy Grace, 
 
 While I thy glory fing ; 
 My God has broke the ferpent's teeth* 
 
 And death has loft his fling. 
 
 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs,, 
 
 His arm alone can fare ; 
 Bleffings attend thy people here* 
 
 And reach beyond the grave. 
 
 PSALM 3. Ver. 1 , s, 3, 4, 5, 8. Long Metre. 
 
 A Morning Pfalm. 
 1 /*"\ Lord, how many are my foes, 
 
 V^/ In this weak flate of flefh and blood ? 
 
 My peace they daily difcompofe, 
 
 But my defence and hope is God. 
 
 1 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, 
 To thee I rais'd an evening cry ; 
 Thou heardft when I began to pray, 
 And thine almighty help was nigh. 
 
 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid 
 I laid me down and flept fecure, 
 
 Not death ftiould make my heart afraid,, 
 Though I mould wake and rife no more. 
 
 4 But God fuftain'd me all the night ; 
 Salvation doth to God belong : 
 
( ** ) 
 
 He raisM lny head to fee the light, 
 And makes my praiie his morning fong, 
 
 P S A L M 4. Ver. !, 2, 5, 4, 6, 7. Long Metre;. 
 
 Hearing of Prayer ; or God our Portion, and 
 Chrift our Hope. 
 T /~\ GOD of grace and 1 ighteoufnefs, 
 
 V^ Hear and attend when. I complain: 
 
 Thou haft enlarg'd me in diftrefs, 
 
 Bow down a gracious ear again. 
 
 % Ye fons of men in vain ye t«y 
 To turn my giory into (name ; 
 How long will (coffers love to lie, 
 And dare approach my Saviour's name ? 
 
 3 Know that the Lord divides his faints 
 
 ; From all the tribes of men befide ; 
 He hears and pities 'Heir complaims, 
 For the dear fake of Chrift that died.'' 
 
 4. When our obedient hands have done 
 A thoufand works of r ighteoufnefs, 
 We put our truft in God alone. 
 And glory in his pardoning grace. 
 
 X Let the unthinking many £ «y, 
 
 "Who will beftow fome earthly good ?" 
 But, Lord, thy light and love we pray ; 
 Our fouls ddire this heavenly food. 
 
 £ Then mall my cheerful pqwers rejoice 
 At grace divine, and love fo great ; 
 Nor will I change my happy choice 
 For all their wealth and bodied (late. 
 
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 PSALM 4. Vcr. 3, 4, 5, 8, Common Meirc, 
 An Evening Hj mn. 
 
 1 ] ORD, thcu wilt hear me when I pjhay £ 
 
 I ^ I am forever thine 3 
 [ fear before thee all the day, 
 
 Nor would I dare to fin. 
 
 I And while I reft my weary hesd^ 
 
 From cares and buhnefs free, 
 Tis fvveet converting on my be:!. 
 
 With my own heart and thee. 
 
 t I pay this evening facrifice ; 
 
 And when my work is done, 
 Srcat God, my faith and hope relies 
 
 Wpon thy grace alone. 
 
 % Thus with my thoughts compos'd to p$aC£j 
 
 I'll give mine eyes to deep : 
 Jhy hand in fafery keeps my days, 
 
 And will my (lumbers kjeep, 
 
 PSALM 5 Common MeJre. 
 
 For the Lord's Day corning. 
 I T ORD, in the mornir;, - 1 fhalt;he$| 
 
 JLj My voice afcedding : 
 To thee wiii I di-ecl my | .r, yer, 
 To thee lift up mine eye. 
 
 \ Up to the hills where Chrjfl E 
 
 To plead for all his faints, 
 prefenting at his Father's throne 
 
 par fongs and our complaipi : A 
 
( H ) 
 
 3 Thou art a Go 1, befor< 5gh| 
 Ths wicked fhall not ftai 
 
 Pinners fliall ne'er be thj deligi t, 
 
 Nor dwell at thy right hand. 
 
 4 But to thy houfe will I refcrt, 
 To tafle thy mercies there ; 
 
 I will frequent thjae holy court, 
 And wo; ih'ip in thy fear. - 
 
 5 O may thy f; hit guide my feef, 
 In ways or" rigbteoufnefs, 
 
 Make every rjath of duty draft, 
 
 And plain before my face. 
 
 Pause, 
 € My watchful enemies combine. 
 
 To tempt my feet a dray ; 
 They flatter with a bafe defign, 
 
 To make my foul their prey. 
 
 7 Lord, cruftj the terpen t in the cJui^ 
 And all his plots deitroy : 
 
 While thofe that in rhy mercy trull, 
 For ever incut for joy. 
 
 8 The men that love and fear thy name^ 
 Shall fee their hopes fulnll'd ; 
 
 f 5*ie mighty God will compafs them 
 With favour as a fbield. 
 
 PSA L M 6. Common" Metre. 
 
 Complaint iu Sicknefs ; or, Dileafes healec^ 
 I J Manner, Lord, do not chatlife, 
 
 1 Withdraw the drea Iful (lorm 4 
 vlcr let thine awful wrath arife 
 
 Againft a feeble worn;* 
 
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 2 My foul bow'd down with heavy care:. 
 
 My fleCri with pain oppref s'd 5 
 My ccuch is witnefs to my tears, 
 
 My tears forbid my reft. 
 
 § Sorrow and grief wear out my days 5 
 
 I wafte the night with cries, 
 And count the minutes as theypafs, 
 
 'Till the flow morning rife. 
 
 4 Shall I be ftil! tormented more ? 
 My eyes confum'd with grief: 
 
 How long, my God, how long, before 
 Thine hand afford relief? 
 
 5 He hears his mourning children fpeakj 
 He pities all our groans ; 
 
 And faves us for his mercy's fake, 
 And heals our broken bones, 
 
 6 The virtue of his forereign ward, 
 Reflores our fainting breath ; 
 
 For Blent graves praife not the Lord, 
 Nor is he known ia death. 
 
 P S A L M 6. Long Metre, 
 
 Temptations in Sicknefs ovetcome. 
 
 O RD, lean finer thy rebukes, 
 _j When thou with kindnefs dofl bhaftife 9 
 But thy fierce vtrath I cannot bear, 
 O let it not age-nil me rife ! 
 Pity my Janguiikmgeilate, 
 And cafe the forrows that I feel \ 
 
Tiie wouuds thine heavy hand hath rfiaolej 
 O let thy gentler touches heal ! 
 
 | See how in fighs I pafs my days, 
 And wafte in groans the weary night : 
 My bed is water'd with my tears ; 
 My grief Confumes, and dims my fight. 
 
 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn ! 
 How long, Almighty God, how long ? 
 When Shall thine hour of grace return ? 
 When fhall I make thy grace my fong ? 
 
 5 I feel my fiefh fo near the grave, 
 My thoughts are tempted to defpair : 
 But graves can never praife the Lord, 
 For all is duft and fileuce there. 
 
 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my foul, 
 And all defpairinp thoughts depart ; 
 My God, Who hears my humble moan, 
 Will eafe my fiedk and cheer my heart. 
 
 PSALM 7. . Common Metre. 
 
 God's Care of his People, and Punifhmerit of 
 
 Periecutors. 
 
 1 "n j% Y trufl is in my heavenly Friend, 
 IVJL My hope in thee, my God « 
 
 Rife and my helplefs life defend, 
 From thole that feek my blood,' 
 
 2 With infolence and fury they 
 My foul to pieces tear, 
 
 As hungry lions rend the prey/ 
 \YI;ea uo deliYei'er/saeaj^ 
 
( >7 ) 
 g IF e'er my pride provoked tfcem flrfl, 
 
 Or once abus'd my foe, 
 Then let them tread my life to deft. 
 
 And lay my honour low. 
 
 4 If there be malice found in me. 
 I know thy piercing eyes ; 
 
 I fliould not dare appeal to thee) 
 Nor afkmy God to rife. 
 
 5 Arife, my God, lift up thy hand. 
 Their pride and pow'r controul ; 
 
 Awake to judg&eflt, anJ command 
 Deliv'rance for my foul. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 6 Let fnners and their wicked rags 
 Be humbled to the dud : 
 
 Shall not the God of truth engage 
 To vindicate the juft ? 
 
 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins) 
 Me will defen 1 th ? upright ; 
 
 His (Bar pert arrows he ordains 
 Again ft the ions pffpite, 
 
 8 Tho' leagued iri guile their malice fpreadj 
 A fnare before my way ; 
 
 Their mifchiefs on their impious hcadj 
 His vengeance mall repay. 
 
 9 That cruel persecuting race 
 Muft feel his dreadful fword ; 
 
 Awake my foul, and praife the grace 
 An.'juaice of the Lc:'.2. 
 
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 FSALM 8. Short Metre. 
 
 fS.ttPs Sovereignty and Goodnefs ; and Man's D*« 
 rainion over the Creatures. 
 
 1 I J LORD, our heav'nly King* 
 
 \^r Thy name is ail divine ; 
 Thy glories round the earth are fpread$ 
 
 And o'er the heavens they fhine. 
 
 & When to thy works on high 
 
 I raife my wond'ring eyes, 
 And fee the moon, complete in light, 
 
 Adorn the darkfome fkies. 
 
 g When I furvey the flars 
 
 And all their (Lining forms, 
 Lord, what is man, that worthlefs thing, 
 
 A-kin to duft and worms ? 
 
 4 Lord, what is worthlefs man, 
 That thou fhould'ft love him fo ? 
 
 £?ext to thine angels is he plac'd, 
 And lord of all below. 
 
 5 Thine honour s crown his head, 
 While beads like flaves obey ; 
 
 And birds that cut the air with wings, 
 And fifh that cleave the fea. 
 
 6 How rich thy bounties are ! 
 And wond'rous are thy ways ; 
 
 Of duft and worms thy power can frams 
 A monument of praife. 
 
 7 [From mouths of feeble<babes 
 And {ticklings, thou ^anit diavy 
 
( »5> ) 
 
 $urpruing ftoneurs to thy name f 
 And ftrike the world with awe* 
 
 8 O Lord, our beav'nly King, 
 
 Thy name is all divine ; 
 ^Fhy glories round the earth are fpread* 
 
 And o'er the heavens they mine.] 
 
 PSAI^ M 8. Common Metre. 
 
 Chrift's Condcfcenfion and Glorification ; or* 
 
 God made Man. 
 
 I f | LORD., our Lord, how wond'rous great 
 
 \*_jf Is thine exalted name ! 
 The glories of thy heav'nly Oate 
 
 Let men and babes proclaim. 
 
 Z When I behold thy works on high, 
 
 The moon that rules the night, 
 A.nd mining ftars that grace the fky, 
 
 Thofe moving worlds of light. 
 
 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, 
 
 Who dwells fo far below, 
 Fhat thou fhould ? ft vifit him with grace, 
 
 And love his nature fo ? 
 
 J. That thine eternal Son mould bear 
 
 To take a mortal form, 
 VFade lower than his angels are, 
 
 To fave a dying worm ? . 
 
 f [Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown, 
 
 And men would not adore, 
 Behold obedient nature own, 
 
 .ti's Godhead and his pow'JN 
 
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 6 The waves lay fpread beneath his feet ; 
 And fifh at his command, 
 
 Bring their large inoals to Peter's net, 
 Ering tribute to his hand. 
 
 7 Thefe lefTer glories of the Son, 
 Shone through the flefhy cloud ; 
 
 Now we behold him on his throne, 
 And men confefs him God. 
 
 8 Let him With majefty be crown' J, 
 Whobow'd his head to death ; 
 
 And his eternal honours found, 
 From all things that have breath. 
 
 9 Jefus, our Lord, how wond'rous great 
 Is thine exalted name ! 
 
 The glories of thy heav'nly date. 
 Let the whole earth pr® claim. 
 
 PSALM 8. Ver. i, s. paraphrafed. Firfl Tart. L. M. 
 
 The Hofanna of the Children ; or, 
 
 Infants praifing God. 
 
 1 A LMIGHTY Ruler of the ikies, 
 
 ji\. Thro' the wide earth thy name is fpread^ 
 And thine eternal glories rife 
 
 O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made. 
 
 2 To thee the voices of the young 
 Their founding notes of honour raife ; 
 
 And babes with uninilrueled tongue. 
 Declare the' wonders of thy praife. 
 
 3 Thy pow'r affifls their lender ape 
 To bring proud rebels to the groun^ 
 
( 21 ) 
 
 To ftill the bold blafphemer's rage., 
 And all their policies confound. 
 
 4 Children amidft thy temple throng 
 
 To fee their great Redeemers^ face j 
 The Son of David, is tlieir fong, 
 
 And load Hofannas fill the place. 
 
 £ The frowning fcribes and angry priefls 
 
 In vain their impious cavils bring ; 
 Revenge fifs filent in their breafts, 
 
 While Jewifh babes proclaim their King, 
 
 PSALM 8. Ver. 2,Scc. paraphrafed. S. Part. L. JVJ; 
 
 Adam and Chrift, Lords of the Old and 
 New Creation. 
 i T ORD, what was man when made at firfr^' 
 
 *-* Adam, the offspring of the dull 
 That thou (hould'ft fet him and bis race, 
 But jufi below an angel's place ? 
 
 % That thou fhould ? l1 raife his nature fo^ 
 
 And make him lord of all below ; 
 Make ev'ry bead and bird fubmit, 
 
 And lay the fifties at his feet ? 
 
 But O ! what brighter glories wait 
 To crown thefecond Adam's flatej? 
 What honours (hall thy Son adorn ; 
 Who condefcended to be born ? 
 
 \ See him below his angels made ; 
 
 Behold him number'd with the dead^ 
 To fave a ruin'd world from fin ; 
 
 But he fliall reign with pow'r divine. 
 
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 f The world to come, redeemed from all 
 
 The mis'ries that attend the fall ; 
 New made and glorious (hall fubmit 
 
 At our exalted Saviour's kct. 
 
 PSALM 9. Firft Part. Common Metre,' 
 Wrath and Mercy from the Judgment Seat. 
 
 1 "IT7TTH my whole heart I'll raife my fongy 
 
 ** Thy wonders I'll proclaim, 
 Thou fov'reign judge of right and wrong 
 Wilt put thy foes to frame. 
 
 2 I'll Gng thy majefty and grace ; 
 My God prepares his throne 
 
 Tojudge the world in righteoufnefs, 
 And make his vengeance knovtn. 
 
 3 Then (hall the Lord a refuge prove 
 For all the poor opprefs'd ; 
 
 To fave the people of his love, 
 And give the weary reft. 
 
 4 The mefl that know thy name will trufl 
 In thy abundant grace ; 
 
 For thou haft ne'er forfeok the juft, 
 Who humbly feek thy face. 
 
 t Sing praifes to the righteous Lord, 
 
 Who dwells in Zion's Hill, 
 V/ho executes his threat 'ning word, 
 
 Whofe works his grace fulfil. 
 
 PSALM 9. Ver. 12. Second Part. CM 
 
 The wifdora and Equity of Providence. 
 1 T T7HEN the great Judge, fupreme and jjfl, 
 * * Shall once enquire for blood ', 
 
( n ) 
 
 The humble fouls that mourn in duffj 
 Shall find a faithful God. 
 
 ? He from the dreadful gates of death 
 
 Does his own children raife : 
 In Zion's gates with cheerful breathy 
 
 They fing their Fathers's praife. 
 
 3 His foes (hall fall with heedlefs fett, 
 Into the pit they made ; 
 
 And finners perifh in the net 
 
 That their own hands have fpread. 
 
 4 Thus by thy judgment, mighty Goo% 
 Are thy deep counfels known : 
 
 When men of mifchief are deftroy'd* 
 In fnares that were their own. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 5 The wicked (hall fink down to hell 5 
 Thy wrath devour the lands 
 
 That dare forget thee, or rebel 
 Againft thy known commands. 
 
 <5 Though faints to fore diftrefs are brought* 
 
 And wait, and long complain, 
 Their cries fhall never be forgot, 
 
 Nor fhall their hopes be vain. 
 
 [7 Rife, great Redeemer, from thyfeat* 
 
 To judge and fave the poor ; 
 Let nations tremble at thy feet, 
 
 And man prevail no. more. 
 g Thy thunder fhall affright the proud* 
 
 Acd put their hearts to pain, 
 
 B 3 
 
( u ) 
 
 Make tTiem confefs, that thou artGoi?* 
 And they but feeble raen.] 
 
 PSALM 10. Common Metre. 
 Jrayers heard, and Saints faved ; or, Pride, Athe- 
 ifm, and Oppremon punifhed. — For a humiliation 
 day. 
 
 * ^ And why conceal his face, 
 When great calamities appear, 
 And times of deep dimefs ? 
 
 f Lord, fhaJI the wicked flill deride 
 
 Thy juftice and thy laws ? 
 Shall they advance their heads in pride, 
 
 And (light their righteous caufe ? 
 
 g They caft thy judgments from their Gghtj 
 
 And then iniult the poor : 
 They boaft in their exalted height, 
 
 That they ftiall fall no more. 
 
 4 Arife, O Go J, lift up thine ha:. 
 
 Attend our humble cry ; 
 No eneiriy fhail dare to llan h 
 
 When God afcencls on high. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 $ Why do the men of malice rage, 
 
 And fay with foolish pride, I 
 The God of heav'n will ne'er engage: 
 
 To fight on Zion's fi<k ? 
 
 6 But thou ^rever art our Lord j 
 And powerful is thine lu-.v' 
 
( M 5 
 
 As when the Heathens felt "thy Lvvord, 
 And perifhM from thy land. 
 
 1 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray- 
 
 And caufe thine ear to hear ; 
 Accept the vows thy children pay, 
 
 And free thy faints from fear. 
 
 S Proud tyrants (hall no more opprefs^ 
 
 No more defpife the jufl ; 
 And mighty tinners fhall confefs, 
 
 They are but earth and dud. 
 
 PSALM 11. Long Metre. 
 
 God loves the Righteous, and hates the Wicked $ 
 
 1 7% /f Y refuge is the God of love ; 
 
 ] V x. Why do my foes infult and cry s 
 $Hy like a tim'rous trembling dove, 
 To diftant woods or mountains fly ? 
 
 $ If government be once deflroy'd, 
 (This firm foundation of our peace) 
 
 And violence make juftice void, 
 
 Where mall the righteous feek redrefs ? 
 
 3 The Lord in heav'n has fix'd his throne j 
 Kis eye farveys the world below : 
 
 To him all mortal things are known ; 
 His eye-lids fearch our fpirits through. 
 
 4 If he afflicts his faints fo far, 
 
 To prove their love and try their grace.. 
 What may the bold tranfgrelfors fear? 
 His foul abhors their wicked ways. 
 
 ?4 
 
[ 2 ? ) 
 
 £ Cn Impious ?/retc.hes he (hall rain 
 
 ■ ulphurous fames of waning d*eathj 
 Such as he kindled on the plain 
 
 Of Sodom, with his angry bieath 
 
 £ The righteous Lord loves righteous fouls, 
 Whofe thought* and aclibns are lincere, 
 
 And with a gracious eye beholds 
 The men toat his own image bear. 
 
 PSAL- 12. Long Metre. 
 The Saints Safety and Hone in evil Times : Qr> 
 
 Sins of the Tongue complained of, viz. Bfafphfe-; 
 
 my, FalfhqQd, &g, 
 I A LM IGHTY God appear and fave ! 
 
 *- * For vice and vanity prevail : 
 The godly perifL in the grave, 
 
 The juft depart, the faithful full. 
 
 % The whole difcourfe, when crouds are meu 
 
 Is fillM with ti-ifies loofe an i vain ; 
 Their lips are flattery and deceit, 
 
 And their prcyd language is profane. 
 
 3 Rut lips that with deceit abound, 
 Shall not maintain their triumph iong: 
 
 The God cf yengeanqe will confound 
 The flattering and blafpheraing tongue, 
 
 4 Yet dial] our words be free, they cry, 
 Our tongue (hall be controul'd by none ! 
 
 Where is the Lord, will afk us why? 
 Or fay, cur lips are not our own ? 
 
 5 The Lord, who fees the poor oppreft, 
 And hears the pppreffor's haughty ftraj 
 
( 2-7 3 
 !WH1 rife to give his children reft, 
 Nor mall they truft his word in vain, 
 
 6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try ? d« 
 
 Void of deceit {hall flill appear; 
 £Jot lilver, fev'n times puriry'd 
 
 From drofs and mixture, fhiues fo clear, 
 
 ^7 grace fhall in the darken 1 hour 
 
 Defend from danger and furprife ; 
 Tho' when the vileft men have pow'r, 
 
 On every fide opprelTors rife. 
 
 P S A L iVJ 12. Common Metre. 
 Complaint of a general Corruption of iVjanners ; or. a 
 
 The Promife and Signs of Chrift's coming i6 
 
 Judgment. 
 * TTELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail> 
 
 IjL Religion lofes ground ! 
 The fons of violence prevail. 
 
 And treacheries abound. 
 
 q, Their oaths and promifes they break* 
 
 Yet acl the flatterer's part ; 
 With fair deceitful lips they (peak. 
 
 And with'a double heait. 
 
 5 If we reprove fome hateful lie, 
 
 They Scorn ©ur faithful word : 
 t( Are not our lips our own," they cry, 
 
 " And who lhali be our Lord jf? 
 
 4 Scoffers appear on ev'ry fide, 
 
 W here a vile race of men 
 Is rais'd to feats of pow'r and pride^ 
 
 .And bears the fword in srain. * 
 B 5 
 
( *» ) 
 Pause. 
 
 5 "Lord, when iniquities abound, 
 r\nd blafphemy grows bold, 
 
 When faith is rarely to be found, 
 And love is waxtn cold : 
 
 6 Is not thy chariot flattening on ! 
 Haft thou not given the lign ? 
 
 May we not truft and live upon 
 A promife fo divine ! 
 
 7 " Yes, faith the Lord, now will I rife^ 
 " And make the opprefibrs flee; 
 
 i< I /hall appear to their furprife, 
 " And fee my fervants free." 
 
 S Thy word, like filver feven times try'd. 
 
 Through ages mall endure : 
 The men that in thy truth confide. 
 
 Shall find thy promife fure. 
 
 PSALM 13. Common Metre. 
 
 Complaint under the Temptation of the Devil. 
 I T TOW long wilt thou conceal thy face I 
 
 t~J M y God, how long delay ? 
 When mall I feel thofe heav'nly rays 
 
 That chace my fears away ? 
 % How long (hall my poor lab'ring foul 
 
 Wreftle^and toil in vain? 
 Thy word can all my foes controul, 
 
 And eafe my raging pain. 
 g See how the Prince of darknefs trie? 
 
 AH his malicious arts ; 
 
( *9 ) 
 
 He fpreads a mift around my eye's, 
 And throws his fiery darts 
 
 4 Be thou my fun, an J thou my fhleldj 
 
 My foul in fafety keep ; 
 Make hafte before mine eyes are feal'd 
 
 In death's eternal! eep. 
 
 £ How would the tempter boailaIoud ? 
 
 Should I become his prey ! 
 Behold the fons of hell grow proud 
 
 To fee thy long delay. 
 
 But they mall fly at thy rebuke ? 
 
 And Satan hide his head ; 
 He knows the terrors of thy look, 
 
 And hears thy voice with dread. 
 
 7 Thou wilt difplay that fov'reign grace 
 
 Whence all my comforts fpring : 
 J fhall employ my lips in praife^ 
 
 And thy {alvation ling. 
 
 JP S A L M 14. FirftPart. .Common Mein 
 By Nature all Men are Sinners. 
 
 f TT700LS, in their hearts believe and fay, 
 
 X " That all religion's vain, 
 If There is no God that reigns on high, 
 
 <( Or minds ttie affairs of men." 
 
 £ From thoughts fo dreadful and profane^ 
 
 Corrupt difcourfe proceeds ; 
 ^.nd in their impious hands are found 
 
 Abominable deeds. 
 
( So .) 
 
 fi The JLord, from his celeftial throne 
 
 * Look'd down on things below, : 
 ,To find the man that fought his grace, 
 
 Or did his juflice know. 
 
 4 By nature all are gone aftray, 
 Their practice all the fame ; 
 
 There's none that fears his Maker's hand, 
 There's none that loves his name. 
 
 5 Their tongues are us'd to fpeak deceit. 
 Their (landers never ceafe ; 
 
 How fwift to mifchief are their feet ; 
 
 • Nor know the' paths of peace. 
 
 $ Such feeds of fin (that bitter *oot) 
 
 In ev'ry heart are found ; 
 Nor can they bear diviner fruit, 
 
 'Till grace refine the ground. 
 
 P S A L M 14. Second Part. Common Met rjk 
 
 The Folly of Perfecutors.' 
 I ARE finners now fo fenfelefs grown 
 • &\. fhai they the faints devour ? 
 And never worfhip at thy throne, 
 Nor fear thine awful pow'r ? t 
 
 1 Great God, appear to their furprife, 
 
 Reveal thy dreadful naine ; 
 Let them no more thy wrath defpife, 
 
 Nor turn our hope to fhame. 
 
 3 Doft thou not dwell among the juft ? 
 
 And yet our foes deride, 
 JJhat we mould make thy name our trufl ; 
 '' Great God, confound their 'pritte* 
 
( V > 
 
 j. O tfifct t"he joyful day was come 
 
 I'o finidi ourdiftrefs ! 
 Vyhen God (hall bring his children home. 
 Our f®ngs {hall never ceafe. 
 
 I 
 ? S A L VI 15. Common Metre. 
 
 Character of a Saint; or, a Citizen of Zion ; or^ 
 
 the Qualifications of a Chrifiian. 
 
 1 TT7HO fhall inhabit in thy hill, 
 
 VV OGodofholmefs? 
 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 trufls his Maker's promis'd grace^ 
 
 And follows his commands. 
 
 3 He fpeaks the meaning of his heart* 
 
 Nor (landers with his tongue ; 
 Will fcarce believe an ill report, 
 Nor do his neighbour wrong. 
 
 4 The wealthy (inner he contemns, 
 Loves ail that fear the Lord 5 
 
 And tho' to his own hurt he fwears, 
 Still he performs his word. 
 
 5 His hands difdain a golden bribe* 
 And never wrong the poor ; 
 
 Thte man (hall dwell with God on earth, 
 'And find his heav'nfecure. 
 
( # ) 
 
 PSA L M 15. Long Metre. 
 Religion and Jufrice, Goodnefs and Truth ; or, Da- 
 ties to God and Man ; or, the Qualifications of 3 
 Chriftian. 
 % \ I/HO fhall afcend thy heav'nly place, 
 
 * : Great God, and dwell before thy face I 
 The man that minds religion now. 
 And humbly walks with God below : 
 
 {2 Whofe hands are pure, whofe heart is pleach 
 Whofe lips ftili fpeak the thing they mean ^ 
 No (landers dwell upon his tongue, 
 He hates to do his neighbour wrong. 
 
 3 [Scarce will he trull an ill report, 
 Or vent it to his neighbour's hurt : 
 Sinners of ibte he can dtfpife. 
 But faints are honour'd in his eyes. J 
 
 4. [Firm to his word he ever floo d, 
 And always makes his promife good 3, 
 Nor dares to change the thing he fwears^ 
 Whatever pain or iofs he bears.."] 
 
 J [He never deals in bribing gold, 
 
 And mourns that jaflice fhould be fold J 
 While others fcorn and wrong the poor, 
 Sweet charity alien is his door.] 
 
 6 He loves his enemies, and prays 
 For thofe that curfe him to his face ; 
 And doth to all men (till the fame 
 That he would hope or wifli from their*. 
 
 '] Yet, when his holieft works are dotie^ 
 His foul depends on grace alone : 
 
( 33 ) 
 
 Th°s is the man thy face fhall fee, 
 And dwell for ever; Lord, with thee, 
 
 PSALM 16. Firftpart. Long Metr§. 
 fconfeffion of our Poverty ; and, Saints the be{| 
 Company; or, Gooj Works profit Men, not God. 
 I "PRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need, 
 
 jL For fuccour to thy throne I flee, 
 But have no merits there to plead ; 
 IVIy goodnefs cannot reach to thee. 
 
 £ Oft have my heart an i tongue confeu; 
 
 How em r ty an I how poor I am ; 
 My rraife can never make thee blefl, 
 
 Nor add new glories to thy name. 
 
 3 Yet, Lord , thy faints on earth may reap 
 
 Some profii by the" ^ood we do ; 
 fhefe are the company I keep,, 
 
 Thefe are the choiceft friends I know* 
 
 £ Let others choofe the fons of mirth 
 
 To give a reliili to their wine ? 
 I love the men of heavmly birth, 
 
 Whofe thoughts and language are divine. 
 
 S A L M 16. Second part. Long Metre/ 
 Chuii's AU-fufficiency. 
 
 HOW fart tneir guilt ana forrows rife, 
 Who hafte to feek fome idol-god J 
 will not tafte their facrifice. 
 Their offerings of forbidden blood. 
 
 My God provides a richer cup, 
 And nobler food to live iipoij ; 
 
( 34 ) 
 
 He for my life has otfer'd up 
 Jefus, his beft beloved fon. 
 
 3 His love is my perpetual fcaft ; 
 
 By day his counfels guide me right j 
 And be his name for ever bleft, % 
 
 Who gives me fv/eet advice by night. 
 
 4 I fet him ftill before mine eyes ; 
 
 At my right hand he (lands preparM 
 To keep my foul from all furprife, 
 And be my everlafling guard. 
 
 P S A L M i(J. Third Part. Long Metre. 
 Courage in Death, and Hope of the Refurrecjtioa 
 i £ li 7 HEN God is nigh, my faith is ftrong, 
 V V His arm is my almighty prop : 
 Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue, 
 My dying flefh fliall reil in hope. 
 
 2 Though in the dull I lay my head, 
 Yet, gracious God, thou wilt dot leave 
 My foul forever with the dead, 
 Nor lofe thy children in the grave. 
 
 § My flefh mall thy firft call obey, 
 Shake oil' the diift, and rife on high ; 
 Then malt thou lead the wond'rous way 
 Up to the throne above the Iky. 
 
 £ There dreams of endlefs pleafureflow ; 
 And full difcoveries of thy grace 
 ( Which we but tafted here below) 
 spread heav'nlyjoys through all the place. 
 
(Hi 
 
 tSALM l6.Vev. i— 8. F. Part. Common MetU? 
 
 Support and Counfel from God without Mcrft.' 
 
 1 QAVE me, O Lord, from every foe ; 
 O In thee my truft I place,. 
 
 Though all the good that I can do 
 Can ne'er deferve thy grace ; 
 
 2 Yet if my Gel prolong ray breath* 
 The faints may ftili rejoice ; 
 
 The faints, the glory of the earth, 
 The people of my choice. 
 
 g Let heathens to their idols hafle> 
 . And worfhip wood or flone ; 
 But my delightful lot is cad 
 
 Where the true God is known. 
 
 4 His hands provides my conftant food^' 
 
 He fills my daily cup ; 
 Much am I pleas'd with prefent good, 
 
 But more rejoice in hope. 
 j God is my portion and my joy ; 
 
 His counfels are my light : 
 He gives me fweet ad v ice by day. 
 
 And gentle hints by night. 
 
 6 My foul would all her thoughts approve 
 
 To his all-feeing eye ; 
 Not death rior hell my hope fHall move 
 
 While fuch a friend is nigh. 
 PSALM 1 6. Second Part. Common .Metre/ 
 
 The Death and Refurreclion of Chrifl. 
 rj(T SET the Lord before my face, 
 * " He bears my courage up ; 
 
( 36 ) 
 
 H Ivfy heart, my tongue their joys exprefsu 
 " My flefh frail reft in hope. 
 
 a " My fpirit, Lord, thou wilt not leav£ 
 
 (i Where fouls departed are ; 
 ** Nor quit my body ta the grave 
 
 (i To fee corruption there. 
 
 3 " Thou wilt reveal the path of life, 
 c< And raife me to thy throne : 
 
 ic Thy courts immortal pleafuregive, 
 te Thy prefence joys unknown." 
 
 4 [Thus in the name of Chrifl. the Lord/ 
 The holy David fung, 
 
 And providence fulfils the word 
 Of his prophetic tongue. 
 
 5 Jefus, whom* ev ? ry faibt adores, 
 Was crucify'd and (lain ; 
 
 Behold the tomb its prey rellores, 
 Behold he lives again, 
 
 6 When Miall my feet arife and Hand 
 On heav'ns eternal hills .? 
 
 There fits the Son at God's right hand;, 
 And there the Father fmiles.] 
 
 PSALM 17. Ver. 13, Sec. Short Metre. 
 Portion of Saints and Sinners ; or, Hope and Def- 
 
 pair in Death. 
 1 A RISE my gracious God, 
 
 *■* And make the wicked flee 1 
 They are but thy chaftfiing rod 
 
 To drive thy faints to thee. 
 
C 37 | 
 
 $ Behold the Saner dies, 
 
 His haughty words are vain \ 
 Here in this life his pleafure lies, 
 
 And all beyond is pain. 
 
 3 Then let his pride advance, 
 And boaft of all his ftore 5 
 
 The Lord is my inheritance, 
 My foul can w\Q\ no more. 
 
 4 I (hall behold the face 
 Of my forgiving God ; 
 
 And ftand complete in righteoufneiL 
 Waih'd in my Saviour's blood. 
 
 j There's a new heaven begun 
 
 When I awake from death> 
 I) reft in the likenefs of thy Son, 
 
 And draw immortal breath. 
 
 PS A L M 17. Long Metre. 
 The Sinner's Portion and Saint's Hope ; or, thy 
 
 Heaven of fe pa rate Souls, and the Refurrectipis. • 
 1 I ORD. I am thine : bat thou wilt prove 
 
 JL~J My faith, my patience and ray love ; 
 
 When men of fpite againft me join, 
 
 They are t'se (word the hand is thine. 
 
 a Their hope and portion lie below ; 
 'Tis ail the happinefg they know, 
 5 Tis all they leek ; they take their {Lares J 
 And leave the reft among their heirs. 
 
 g What Tinners value, I refign ; 
 
 Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine ; 
 C 
 
( 3* )) 
 
 I (ballbehold thy blifsful facr, 
 
 And ftand complete in i ighteoufnefs. 
 
 ^ This life's a dream, an empty mow ; 
 But the bright world to which I go, 
 Hath joys fubftantial and fincere ; 
 "When /hall I wake and find me there ? 
 
 £ O glorious hour ! O bleft abode ! 
 I mall be near and like my God ; 
 And flelh and (in no more controul 
 Thefacred pleafures of the foul. 
 
 6 My flefh mall (lumber in the ground, 
 Till the lalt trumpet's joyful found *. 
 Then built the chains with fweet furprife, 
 And in my faviour's image rife. 
 
 PSALM lS. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 
 Ver. 1—9, 15 — 18. 
 
 Deliverance from Defpair ; or Temptation 
 
 overcome. 
 
 1 r TT*HEE will I love, O Lord, my ftrength, 
 
 A My rock, my tow'r, my high defence! 
 Thy mighty arm (hall be my truft, 
 For I have found falvation thence. 
 
 2 Death, and the terrors of the grave, 
 Stood round me with their difmal made ; 
 
 "While floods of high temptation rofe, 
 And made my linking foul afraid. 
 
 5 I faw the op'ning gates of hell, 
 With endlefs pains and forrows therej 
 
C 8 ) 
 
 (Which none bait they that feel cm tell) 
 While I was hurry : d to defpair. 
 
 4. In myoiurefs I call'd ray God, 
 
 When I could fcarce believe Kim mine 2 
 
 He bow'd his ear to my complaint ; 
 And prov'd his laving grace divine. 
 
 5 [With ffeel he flew to my relief, 
 As on a cherub's wing he ro ie ; 
 
 Awful, and brigat as lightning, fhcne 
 The face of my deliverer, God. 
 
 6 Temptations fled at his rebuke, 
 The Waft of his Almighty breath : 
 
 He fer.t falvation from on hi§ 
 
 And drew me from the deeps of death.] 
 
 *] Great v. r €re my fears, my foes were great, 
 ich was their ftrength, and more their 1 . 
 But Chrift, my Lord, is conqueror iliil 
 In all the wars the proud can wage. 
 
 8 My fong for ever {hall record 
 
 That terrible, that joyful hour ; 
 And give the glory to the Lord 
 
 Due to his mercy and his. po 
 
 PSALM 1?. 
 Second Part, Ver. 20, — 26. Long Metre. 
 Sincerity proved 3nd rei 
 I "I" CRD, thou hall feen my foul Cncere, 
 
 &_j Haft made thy truth and love appear ; 
 Before mine eyes I dt thy law*i 
 
 And thou baft own'd :. ; us caufe. 
 
( 4* J 
 
 ffi Since I have learn'd thy holy ways, 
 
 I've walk'd upright before thy face : 
 Or if my feet did e'er depart. 
 
 Thy loye reclaim'd my wand'ring hearty 
 
 3 What fore temptations broke my reft ! 
 What wars and flrugglings in my breaft J 
 
 But through thy grace that reigns within, 
 I guard againtt my darling fin. 
 
 4 That fin that plofe befets me ilill, 
 That works an t ftrives againft my will j 
 
 When (hall thy fpirjt's fov'reign pow'j* 
 Deftroy it, that it rife no more. 
 
 $ With an impartial hand, the Lord 
 
 Deals out to mortals their reward: 
 The kind and faithful fouls [hall find 
 
 £k God as faithful and as kind. 
 6 And men that We revenge (hall know 3 
 
 God hath ay arm of vengeance too : 
 The juft and pure, /hall ever fay, 
 
 Thou art more pure, more juil than they. 
 
 FSAL M 18. Third Part. Long Metre, 
 
 Ver. 30, 51 34, 35, 36, &c. 
 
 Rejoice in God ; or, S uVation an J Triumph. 
 
 I I UST are thy ways> and true thy word, 
 J Great Rock of my fecure abode : 
 
 Who is a God befide the Lord 
 
 Or where's a refuge like our God ? 
 
 3 'Tis he that girds me with his r.v (n f 
 Gives ;r*c his holy fvrord tc wield ^ 
 
( 41 J . 
 
 Rnd while with fin and hell I fighf^ ^ 
 
 Spreads his fakation for my fhielo*. 
 
 3 He lives and bleflings crown his reign'/ 
 
 The God of my falvation lives, 
 The dark defigns of hell are vain; . 
 
 While heav'nly peace jny Father gives*' 
 
 4. Before the feoffors of the age, 
 • I will exalt my Father's name, 
 Nor tremble at, their mighty rage, 
 
 But meet reproach, and bear the flxame. 
 
 5 To David and his royal feed 
 L* Thy grace forever {hall extend ; 
 Thy love to faints, in Chrift their head/ 
 Knows not a limit, nor an end, 
 
 P S A L M M Firft Part. Common Meiz0 
 
 Vi^ory and Triumph over temporal Enemies* 
 1 Tit 7 E love thee, Lord, and we adore, 
 ,,. * * Now is thine arm reveaPd ; 
 Thou art our flrength, our heav'nly tow'r^ 
 
 Our bulwark and our fhield. 
 q, We fly to our eternal Rock, 
 
 And find a fwre defence ; 
 His holy name our lips invoke/ 
 
 And draw falvation thence. 
 
 3 When God our leader mines in arms^ 
 
 What mortal heart can bear 
 The thunder of his loud alarms ? 
 
 The lightning of his f^e^r? 
 
 9i 
 
( A* > 
 
 4 He rides upon the winged wind> 
 And angels in array 
 
 In millions wait to know his mind, 
 And fwift as flames obey. 
 
 5 Ke f peaks, and at his fierce rebuke 
 Whole armies are difmay'd ; 
 
 Kis voice, his frown, his angry look 
 Strikes all their courage dead. 
 
 6 He forms our gen'rals for the field/ 
 With all their dreadful frill: 
 
 Gives them his awfial fwojrd to wield, 
 And makes their hearts of il.el. 
 
 7 Oft has the Lord whole nations blefl: 
 For his own church's fake ; 
 
 T' ^ pow'rs that give his peo. le reft/ 
 Shall of his care paitake. 
 
 PSALM 18, Second Part. Common Metre 
 
 The Conqueror's Song. 
 I *TT*0 thine almighty arm we owe 
 
 X The triumphs of the day ; 
 Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe, 
 And melt their llrength away. 
 
 a 'Tis by thy aid cur troops prevail,- 
 
 And break united powers ; 
 Or burn t'nr boafted fleets, or fcale 
 
 The prou .ell of their tow'rs. 
 
 g How have we chas'd them through the £eW, 
 
 And trod them to the ground, 
 Whde thy feJvation was our fhield,. 
 
 But tney no fhdter fouud I 
 
( 4$ ) 
 It In vain to idol faints they cry, 
 
 And perifh in their blood ; 
 Where is the Rock fo great, fo high, 
 
 So pow'rful, as our God ? 
 
 $ The God of Ifrael ever lives ; 
 
 His name be ever Weil ; 
 *Tis his own arm the vicl'ry gives, ' 
 
 And gives his people reft. 
 
 PSALM 19. Firft Part. Short Metr*, 
 
 The Book of Nature an 1 Scnpture* 
 For a Lord's Day MorniDg. 
 
 1 TOEHOLD the lofty iky, 
 13 Declares its maker God, 
 
 And all the ftarry works on high 
 Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 
 
 2 The darknefs and the light 
 
 Still keep their courfe the fame * 
 While night to day and day to night 
 Divinely teach his name. 
 
 g In ev'ry different land 
 
 Their gen'i al voice is known ; 
 They ihow the wonders of his hand^. 
 
 And orders of his throne. 
 
 4 Ye cbriflian Ian ds, rejoice, 
 
 Here he reveals his word ; 
 W° are not left to nature's voice 
 
 To bid us know the Lord. 
 
 £ His ftatutes and commands 
 Aie fet before our eyes, 
 
 c j 
 
( 44 ) 
 
 flc puts his gofpel in our hands> 
 Where our falvation lies. 
 
 His laws are juft and pure, 
 
 His truth without deceit; ; 
 His promifes for ever fare, 
 
 And his rewards are great* 
 
 7 Not honey to the tafte 
 Aftoris fo much delight ; 
 
 JKor gola that has the furnace pafs'J 
 So much allures the fight. 
 
 8 While of thy works I ling, 
 Thy glory to proclaim, 
 
 ^.cce.|.t the praifc my God my King, 
 In my Redeemer's name, 
 
 PSALM i^. Second Part. Short Metre. 
 God's Word moft excellent ; or, Sincerity an,^ 
 Watciifulnefs. 
 For a Lord's Day Morning. 
 | T> EHOLD the morning fun 
 
 JL3' Begins his glorious way ; 
 His beams through all the nations run, 
 And life and light convey. 
 
 2. But where the gofpel comes, 
 
 It fpreads diviner light, 
 Jt calls r'eai [inners from their tombs^ 
 
 And gives the blind their fight. 
 
 g How perfect is thy word { 
 
 And all thy judgments juft, 
 for ever fure thy promife, Lord, 
 
 And mra fecurcly truft. ' 
 
( 4S ) 
 
 4. My gracious God, how plaio 
 
 Are thydire&ions giv'n ! 
 Q may I never read in vain, 
 
 But find the path to heav'n ? 
 
 Pause, 
 
 5 I heard thy word with love, 
 
 And I would fain obey : 
 Send thy good fpirit from aboye 
 
 To guide me left I ftray, 
 
 £ O who can ever find 
 
 The errors of his ways ? 
 Yet with a bold prefumptuous mind 
 I would not dear tranfgrefs. 
 
 7 Warn me of ey'ry fin, 
 
 Forgive my fecret faults, 
 An < cleanfe this guilty fcul of mine,, 
 
 Whofe crimes exceed my thoughts* 
 
 $ While with my heart and tongue 
 
 I fpread thy praife abroad ;. 
 Accept the worrhip and the fang. 
 
 My faviour and my r God, 
 
 PSALM 19.. Long Metre, 
 The Books of Nature, and the Scripture compared « 
 
 or, the Glory and Succefs of the Gofpel. 
 l ^TT^HE heavens declare thy glory, Lordj 
 
 1 In every ftar thy goodnefs (nines 5 
 But when bur eyes behold thy word, 
 We read- thy name in fairer lines. 
 
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 % The rolling fun, the changing light, 
 And nights and clays thy powVconfefs j 
 
 JBut the bleft volume thou haft writ, 
 Reveals thy juftice and thy grqce. 
 
 3 Sun, moon and ftars convey thy praife 
 Round the whole earth, and never (land ; 
 
 So when thy truth began its race, 
 It touch'd andglano'd on ev'ry land. 
 
 4 Nor fhall thy fpreading gofpel reft 
 
 Till through the world thy truth has run 5 
 Till Chrift as all the nations bleft, 
 That fee the li^ht, or feel the fun. 
 
 $ Great Son of Righteoufnefs, arife, 
 
 Blefs the dark world with heav'nly light f; 
 
 Thy gofpel makes the fimple wife, 
 
 Thy laws are pure, thy Judgments right. 
 
 6 Thy noblefl; wonders here we view, 
 
 In fouls renew'd and fins forgiv'n, 
 Lord, cleanfe my tics, my foul renew 
 
 And make thy word my guide to htav'n. 
 V S A L M 19. To the Tune of the 1 13th Pfzjm. 
 
 The Book of Nature and Scripture. 
 $ /"^ RE AT God, the heavVs well orderM frames 
 VJI Declares the glories of thy name ; 
 There thy rich works of wonder fhine ; 
 A thoufand ftarry beauties there, 
 jK thoufand radiant marks appear 
 Of boundleft pow'r, and fkill divine, 
 % From night to day, from day to nighty 
 T.)c dawning and tin dying lightj ' 
 
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 ... tcclures of heav'nly wifdom'read 5" 
 With lilent eloquence they raife 
 Our thoughts to our Creator's praife," , 
 And neither faund nor language need/ 
 
 3 Yet their divine inflruciidns run 
 far as the journies of the fun, 
 
 And ev'ry nation knows their voice : 
 The fun, like fonne young bridegroom dreiF/ 
 Breaks from the chambers of the eaft, 
 
 Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice/ 
 4. Where'er he fpreads his beams abroad, 
 He fmiles and fpeaks his maker God : 
 
 All nature joins to (how thy praife i 
 Thus God in ev'ry creature (nines 5 
 Fair is the bock of nature's lines, 
 
 But fairer is the book of grace. 
 
 Pahs e. 
 
 j I love the volumes of thy word : 
 T/Vbt light and joy thofe leaves afford 
 
 To fouls benighted and diftreft ! 
 Thy precepts guide my doubtful wayy 
 Thy fear forbids my feet to ftray, 
 Thy promife leads my heart to reft. 
 
 6 From the difcov'ries of thy law 
 The perfect rules oflife I craw: 
 
 Thefe are my frudy and delight 3' 
 Not honey fo invites the tafle, , 
 Nor gold that hatft the furnace paffc" 
 
 Appear fo plesfin^xo the fight; 
 
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 ^ Thy threat'iiings wake my flumVring ij%f? 
 And warn pne where my danger lies ; 
 
 But 'tis thy blefleJ gofpel, Lord, 
 That rru&es my guilty confcience cleany 
 Converts my foul, fubdues my (in, 
 And gives a free, but large reward. 
 
 S Who knows- the errors of his thoughts ? 
 My God, -forgive my fecret faults, 
 
 And from prefumptuous fins reftrain : 
 Accept my poor attempts of praife, 
 That I have read thy book of grace 
 
 And book of nature not in vain. 
 
 PSALM 20. Long Metre.* 
 
 Prayer and Hope of Victory. 
 For a l>ay of Prayer in Time of War. 
 i ^1 OW may the God of pow'r and grace 
 * t* Attend his people's humble cry ! 
 Jehovah hears when Ifrael prays, 
 And brinks' deliv'rance from on high. 
 
 gS The name of Jacob's God defends, 
 When bucklers fail and brazen walls ; 
 He from his fancluary fends 
 Succour and ftrength when Zion calls. 
 
 5 Well he remembers all our Gghs, 
 His love exceeds our beft defer ts : 
 His love accepts the facrifice 
 Gf humble groans and broken hearts. 
 
 4* In his falvation is our hope, 
 /Sad in the name of Ifrael 's God/ 
 
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 Our troops fk> 1 ! lift their banners up/ 
 Our natives fpread their flags abroad.' 
 
 5 Some truft in horfes train'd for war, 
 And fome of chariots make their bcaff; 
 Our fureft expectations are 
 From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hofts.' 
 
 <> [O may the mem'ry of thy name 
 Infpire our armies for the fight ! 
 Our foes mall fall and die with fhame % 
 Or quit the field with coward flight. J 
 
 j Now fave us, Lord, from flavim fear, 
 Now let our hopes be firm and ftrong/ 
 Till thy falvation (hall appear, 
 And joy and triumph raife the fong. 
 
 P S A L M 21. Common Metre.' 
 
 National Bleffings acknowledged. 
 
 1 TN thee, great God, with fongs of pnufe/ 
 X Our favoured realms rejoice ; 
 
 And, bleft with thy falvation, raife 
 To heav'n their cheerful voice. 
 
 2 Thy fure defence, thro' nations round/ 
 Hath fpread our riling name, . 
 
 And all our feeble efforts crown'd 
 With freedom and with fame. 
 
 3 In deep diftrefs our injur'd land 
 Implor'd thy power to fave ; 
 
 , .^or life we pray 'd ; thy bounteous han# 4 
 The timely blefibg gayey 
 
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 4 Thy mighty arm, eternal power, 
 Oppos'd their deadly aim, 
 
 In mercy fwept them from our fhore. 
 And f[ read their fails with fbame. 
 
 5 On thee, in want, in woe or pain, 
 Our hearts alone rely ; 
 
 Our rights thy mercy will maintain/ 
 And all our wants fuoply. 
 
 6 Thus,- Lord, thy wond'rous power declaim 
 And ftill exalt thy fame ; 
 
 While we glad fongs of praife prepare, 
 For thine Almighty name. 
 
 P S A L M 21 1—9. Long Metre. 
 Chrift exalted to the Kingdom. 
 * I"~> AVID rejoie'd in God his ftrength, 
 f J RaisM to the throne by fpecial grace/ 
 But Chriit the Son appears at length, 
 Fulfils the triumph and the praife. 
 
 2 How great the bled Mefliah'sjoy 
 In the falvation of thy hand ! 
 
 Lord, thou haft rais'd his kindom Mgfi, 
 And giv'n the world to his command. 
 
 3 Thy goodnefs grants whate'er he will/ 
 Nor doth the lead requeft withhold : 
 Blemngs of love prevent him ftill, 
 And crowns of glory, not of gold. 
 
 4 Honour and mnjefty divine 
 Around his facred temples (hine: 
 Bled with the favour of thy face, 
 Arid length cf everlailing days. 
 
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 5 Thine hand fhall find out all his foes i 
 And as a fiery oven glows 
 With raging heat and living coals, 
 So /hall thy wrath devour their fouls. 
 
 PSALM 22. i — 1 6. Firfl part. Common Metres 
 
 The Sufferings and Death of Chrifh 
 I T T7HY lias my God my foul forfook^ 
 
 V V Nor will a (mile afford ? 
 (Thus David once in anguifh fpoke, 
 And ihus our dying Lord.} 
 
 % Though 'tis thy chief delight to dwelt 
 
 Among thy praifing faints, 
 Yet th^ui canft hear our groan as well, 
 
 And pity .our complaints. 
 
 3 Our fathers trufted in thy name. 
 And great deli v 'ranee found : 
 
 And I'm a worm defpisM of men, 
 And trodden to the ground. 
 
 4 With (taking head they pafs me by > 
 And laugh my foul to fcorn : 
 
 In vain he trufts in God, they cry, 
 Neglected and forlorn. 
 
 5 But thou art he who form'd my flefh A 
 By thine almighty word ; 
 
 And fince I hung upon the breafl 
 My hope is in the Lord. 
 
 t> Why will my father hide his face 
 When foes ftand threat' ning round* 
 
 In the dark hour of deep diftrefs, 
 And not an helper f ouudi. 
 
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 Pause. 
 
 y Behold thy darling Jeff among 
 
 The cruel and the proud, 
 By foes encompars'd fierce and ftrong 
 
 As lions roaring loud. 
 
 8 From earth and hell my forrows meet, 
 To multiply the {mart 5 
 
 They nail my hands, they pierce my feet, 
 And try to vex my heart. . 
 
 9 Yet if th^ fov'reign hand Jet loofe 
 The rage of earth and neljf, 
 
 "Why will my heav'nly Faxher bruif$ 
 Thefon he loves £0 well ? 
 
 10 My GoctJ if poffible it be* 
 Withhold this bitter cup ; 
 
 But I ref gn my will to thee, 
 And drink the fbrrbws up. 
 
 31 My heart diflblves with pangs unknown* 
 
 In groans I wade my breath ; 
 Thy heavy hand has brought me doWB> 
 
 Low as iheduu of death. 
 
 j 2 Father, I give my fpirit up, 
 
 And truff it in thy hand : 
 My dying flem (hall reft m hope 
 
 And rife at thy command. 
 
 PSALM 22. Ver.20, 21, 2 7—3 1. $*c. "Pari. C. &f> 
 
 Chr-'ft's Sufferings and Exaltation. 
 I « T^TOW fronj the roaring lion's rage^ 
 X % « Lor^ protect thy Son, 
 
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 7j Isor leave thy darling to engage 
 « The. powers of heil alone." 
 
 $ Thus did our fufPring Saviour prsj 
 
 With mighty cries and tears, 
 God heard him in the dreadful day, 
 
 And chas'd away his fears. 
 
 3 Great wa3 the vicVry of his deaths 
 His throne exalted high ; 
 
 And all the kindreds of the earth 
 Shall worftup or fhall die. 
 
 4 A num'rous offspring muft airif^ 
 From his expiring groans ; 
 
 They fhall be reckon'd in his eyes 
 For daughters and for fons. 
 
 5 The meek and humble fouls fhall fee 
 His table richly fpread ; 
 
 And all that feek the Lord fhall be 
 Withjoys immortal fed. 
 
 (5 The ides fhall know the righteoufiief^ 
 
 Of our incarnate God, 
 And nations yet unborn profefs 
 
 Salvation in his blood. 
 
 PSALM i%. Long Metre. 
 
 Chrift's Sufferings and Exaltation. 
 
 NOW let our mournful fongs record 
 The dying forrows of our Lord, 
 When he complain'd in tears and bloody 
 its one foriaken, of his God, 
 
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 $ The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, * 
 
 An:i fhake their heads and laugh in fcom $ 
 t{ He refcu'd others from the grave, 
 «< Now let him try himfelf to fave. 
 
 3 " This is the man did once pretenl 
 " Go J was his father and his friend ; 
 « If God the blefled lov'd him fo, 
 
 " Why doth he fail to keep him now ?" 
 
 4 Oh favage people ! cruel priefts ! 
 
 Kow they flooJ round like raging beads j 
 
 Like lions gaping to devour, 
 
 When Go J had left him in their power. 
 
 £ They wound his head, his hands, I : ~ c K?t 9 
 Till dreams of blood each other meet j 
 By lot his garments they divi ie, 
 And mock the pangs in which he died. 
 
 (> But God his father heard his cry ; 
 
 Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high ; 
 The nations learn his righteoufnefs, 
 And humble [inners talte his grace.' 
 
 PSAL M 23. Long Metre, 
 Goa our Shepbc 
 1 T\/fY Shepherd is : ic living Lord, 
 
 JVJ Now (hall my wants be well fupplyM| 
 His providence and holy word 
 Become my fafety and my ga;c ; e„ 
 
 % In part i! res where falvation grows 
 He makes me feed, he makes me refl^ 
 There living water gently flows, 
 And all the food diviuely bled. 
 
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 j Mv wandering feet his ways mitfake 5 
 But he reflores ray ioul to peace, 
 And leads me, for his mercy's fake> 
 I the fair paths of righttcufnefs. 
 
 4 Though I walk through the gloomy valej 
 Where death and all its terrors are, 
 
 My heart and hope (hall never fail, 
 For God, my mepheru'g with' me there, 
 
 5 Amidft the darKneisi and the deeps 
 Thou art my comfort, thou my flay % 
 Thy ftafi fuppprpe my feeble Heps, 
 
 Thy rod (ifre6:v my doubtful way. 
 
 6 Tue forfs of earth and fons of hell 
 Gaze at thygoodnefs, and repine 
 To fee my table fpread fo well 
 With living bread and cheerful wine. 
 
 ^ [How I rejoice, when on my head 
 Thy fpirit condefcends to reft f 
 5 Tis a divine anointing (Led, 
 Like oil of gladhefs at a fea$. 
 
 S Surely the mercies of the Lord 
 Attend his houfnold all their days: 
 There will I drell to hear his word, 
 To feek his face, and ling his praife. J 
 
 PS AL 3Vf 4$. Common Metrf, 
 t A /f Y Shepherd will fupply my need/ 
 
 lv A Jehcvah is his name ; 
 In paftures frefh he makes me kzdg 
 
 Ifoilde the living ftreaflh 
 
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 5 He brings my wand'ring fpirit b&c& 
 When I forfake his ways, 
 
 And leads me for his mercy's fake, 
 In paths of truth and grace. 
 
 £ When I walk through the (hades of death, 
 
 Thy prefence is my flay ; 
 One word of thy fupporting breath' 
 
 Drives ail my feats away. 
 
 4 Thy hand in fight of all thy foe£ 
 
 Doth ftill my table fpread ; 
 IVIy cup with' bleihngs overflows,' 
 
 Thine oil anoints my head. 
 
 £ The fine provtfions of my God 
 
 Attend me all my days ; 
 O may thy houle be mine abode, 
 
 And all my work be praife ! 
 
 6 There would I find a fettled reft/ 
 , (While others go and come) 
 
 No more a ftranger or a gueft, 
 But like a child at home. 
 
 PSALM tf$ Short Metre, 
 
 r' HTHE Lord my (hepherd is, 
 
 -L I (hall be well fupply'd ; 
 Since he is mine ami I am his, 
 
 What can I want befide ? 
 i He leads rae to the place, 
 
 Where heav'nly paflure grows,' 
 Where living waters gently pafs/ 
 
 And full fal ration flows,' 
 
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 3 If e'er I go aftray, 
 
 He doth my foul reclaim, 
 And guides me in his own right way, 
 For his moft holy name. 
 
 4 While he affords his aid^ 
 I cannot yield to fear ; 
 
 Tho'I mould walk thro' death's dark made, 
 My (hepherd's with me there. 
 
 5 Amid furrounding foes 
 Thou dofl my table f pre ad : 
 
 My cup with blemngs overflows, 
 And joy exalts my head. 
 
 6 The bounties of thy love ; 
 
 Shall crown my following days ; 
 Nor from thy houfe will I remove, 
 Nor ceafe to feek thy praife. 
 
 PS AL M 24. Common Metre, 
 Dwelling with God. 
 THE earth for ever is the Lord's 
 With Adam's num'rous race ; 
 He rais'd its arches o'er the floods. 
 And built it on the feas. 
 
 2 But who among the fons of men 
 May viGt t nine abode ? 
 
 He that has hands from mifchief clean^ 
 Whofe heart is right with God. 
 
 3 This is the man may rife and take 
 The bleffmgs of his grace ; 
 
 This is the lot of thofe that feek 
 The God of Jacob's face, D 
 
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 4. Now let our foul's immortal pow'rs* 
 
 To meet the Lord prepare, 
 Lift up their everlafling doors, 
 
 The king of glory's near. 
 
 5 The king of glory ! Who can tell 
 
 The wonders of his might ? 
 He rules the nations ; but to dwell 
 
 With faints is his delight. 
 
 PSALM 24. Long Metre. 
 
 Saints dwell in Heaven ; or, Chrifl's Afcenfion, 
 I 'T'HIS fpacious earth is all the Lord's, 
 
 And men and worms, and beafls and birds $ 
 He rais'd the building on the feas. 
 And gave it for their dwelling-place. 
 
 q, But there's a brighter world on high, 
 Thy palace, Lord, above the fky ; 
 Who fhali afcend that bleft abode, 
 And dwell fo near his Maker, God ? 
 
 g He that abhors and fears to fin, 
 
 Whofe heart. is pure, whole hands are clean> 
 Him fhali the Lord, the faviour blefs, 
 And clothe his foul with righteoufnefs. 
 
 4 Thefe are the men, the pious race, 
 That feek the God of Jacob's face; 
 Thefe (hall enjoy the blifsful fig|J| 
 And dwell in everlafling light. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 Rejoice ye fhining worlds on high, 
 Behold the King of glory nigh j 
 
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 Who can this King of glory be ? 
 The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he, 
 
 5 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves d if play, 
 To make the Lord, the Saviour's way : 
 Laden with fpoils from earth and hell, 
 The Conqu'ror comes with God to dweli 5 
 
 7 Rais'd from the dead in awful ftate, 
 He opens heav'ns eternal gate, 
 To give his faints a blefl abode, 
 Near their Redeemer and their God, 
 
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 5 S A L M 25. 1— 11. Firft Part. S. M, 
 
 Waiting for Pardon and Direction, 
 LIFT my foul to God, 
 My trufr. is in his name ; 
 et not my foes that feek my blood 
 Still triumph in my /Lame. 
 
 Sin and the pow'rs of hell 
 Perfuade me to defpair 5 
 ,ord, make me know thy cov'nant well^ 
 That I may Tcape the fn are. 
 
 From beams of dawning light 
 Till ev'ning (hades arife, 
 or thy falvation, Lord, I wait^ 
 With ever-longing eyes. 
 
 Remember all thy grace, 
 And lead me in thy truth 5. 
 |orgive the fins of riper days^ 
 And follies of my youth, 
 
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 $ The Lord is juft and kind, 
 
 The meek mall learn his ways* 
 And ev'ry humble fmner find 
 
 The methods of his grace. 
 6 For his own goodnefs fake 
 
 He faves my foul from fhame : 
 He pardons (tho' my guilt be great) 
 
 Thro' my Redeemer's name. 
 
 PSA L M2;. 12. 14. 10. 13. Second Part 
 
 Short Metre. Divine Inftruclion. 
 
 I TtTHERE mall the man be found, 
 * * That fears t' offend his God, 
 That loves the gofpel's joyful found, 
 A nd trembles at the rod ? 
 
 * The Lord mail make him know 
 
 The fecrets of his heart, 
 The wonders of his cov'nant mow, 
 
 And all his love impart. 
 
 3 The dealings of his pow'r 
 Are truth and mercy ftill, 
 With fuch as keep his cov'nant fure, 
 And love to do his will. 
 
 4. Their fouls (hall dwell at eafe 
 
 Before their Maker's face, 
 Their feed mall tafte the prcmifes 
 In th eir extenfive grace. 
 
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 1 3ALM 25.- 15—22. Third Part. Snort Metre, 
 iDrttcefs of Soul; or, Bacldliding and X>eTertioi^ 
 
 1 K /V INE eyes and my defire 
 ! VI Are ever to the Lord ; 
 ,1 love to plead his promis'd grace 
 And reft upon his word. 
 
 % Turn, turn thee to my foul, 
 
 Bring thy falvation near ; 
 When will thy hand affift my feet 
 
 To Tcape the deadly fnare ? 
 
 3 When fball the fov'reign grace 
 
 Of my forgiving God, 
 Reftore me from fhofe dang'rous way§ 
 
 My wand'riDg feet have trod ? 
 
 4. The tumult of my thoughts 
 
 Doth but enlarge my woe ; : 
 Vly fpirit languishes, my heart 
 Is defolate and low. 
 With ev'ry morning light 
 My forrow now begins ? 
 00k on my anguifh and my pain a 
 And pardon all my fins. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 Behold the hofts of hell, 
 
 How cruel is their hate ! 
 
 gainft my life they rife, and joia 
 
 Their fury with deceit. 
 
 Oh keep my foul from death, 
 
 Nor put my hope to fhame, > 
 
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 For I have plac'd my only truft 
 In my Redeemer's name. 
 
 S With humble faith I wait 
 To fee thy face again ; 
 
 Of Ifra'l it mail ne'er be fakT, 
 He fought the Lord in vain. 
 
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 PSALM 26. Long Metre; 
 Self-examination ; or, Evidences of Grace. 
 I TUDGE me, O Lord, and prove my ways,-. 
 J And try my reinc, and try my heart ; 
 My kith upon thy promife flays, 
 Nor from thy law my feet depart. 
 
 1 I hate to walk, I hale to fit 
 
 With men of vanity and lies : 
 
 The fcofTer and the hypocrite 
 
 Are the abhorrence of mine eyes. 
 s> Amongfl thy faints will I appear 
 
 Array'd in robes of innocence ; 
 
 But when I fland before thy bar, 
 
 The blood of Chritfis my defence. 
 
 4 I love thy habitation, Lord, 
 
 The temple where thine honours dwell ; 
 There (hall I hear thy holy word, 
 And there thy works of wonder tell. 
 
 5 Let not my foul be join 'd at taft 
 With men of treachery and bloody 
 Since I my days on earth have paffc 
 Among the faints and near my God- 
 
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 P S AL M«7.' 1—6. FirftPait. 
 The Church is our Delight and Safety. 
 I nr^HE Lord of glory is ray light, 
 
 JL And my falvation too ; 
 .God is my firength ; nor will I fear 
 What all my foes can do. 
 
 % One privilege my heart deGres ; 
 
 O grant me mine abode 
 Among the churches of thy faints. 
 
 The temples of my God. 
 
 g There mall I offer my requefis 
 
 And fee thy beauty {till : 
 Shall hear thy mefTages of love, 
 
 And there enquire thy will. 
 
 4 When troubles rife, and ftorms appear^ 
 There may his children hide ; 
 
 God has a flrong pavilion, where 
 He makes my foul abide. 
 
 5 Now {hall ray head be lifted highl 
 Above my foes around, 
 
 And fongs of joy and victory 
 Within thy temple found. 
 
 PSALM 27. Ver. 8, 9, 13, 14. Sec. Part. C. M 
 
 Prayer and Hope. 
 \ Q[ OON as I heard my father fay, 
 
 *3 " Ye children, feek my grace,'* 
 My heart re ply 'd without delay, 
 
 fi .I'll feek my Father's face." 
 
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 £ I>tnot thy face be hid from me 5 
 
 Nor frown my foul away 5 ' 
 God of my life, I fly to thee 
 
 In a diftrefling day. 
 
 5 Should friends and kindred near and dear 
 
 Leave me to want or die, 
 Wy God will make my life his care, 
 
 And all my need fupply. 
 
 4 My fainting fle/h had dy'd with grief, 
 • Had not my foul believ'd, 
 To fee thy grace ptovide relief, 
 J Nor was my hope ctceiv'd. 
 
 < Wait on the Lord ye nembling faints^ 
 
 An;i ke$p your courage ui>; 
 He'll raife your fpirlt wDen it faints, 
 i And far exceed your hope, ' • 
 
 p S A L M 48. Long Metre, 
 God thfc Refuge of the Afflicted. 
 3 r "FO thee, O Lbrd, I raife my cries ; 
 " JVlyfrrvent prayer in mercy hear j 
 For ruin waits my trembling foul, 1 
 I' thou refufe a gracious ear. 
 
 9 When fupj bant towVd tby holy hill, 
 • '-nournful liands to pray, 
 Al ;e, nor drive n\e Hill, 
 
 Wit ■ iyi oddites away. 
 
 3 T j Cons • I • Pel pod, that defpife 
 The works ana wuaders oi tl.y tpign. 
 
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 Thy vei geance gives the due reward* 
 And finks their fouls to endlefs pain. 
 
 4 But, ever blefTed be the Lord, 
 
 Whofe mercy hears my mournful voice. 
 My heart, that trufted in his word., 
 In his falvation (hall rejoice. 
 
 K Let ev'ry faint, in fore diftrefs, 
 
 1 By faith approach his Saviour, God ; 
 
 Then grant, O Lord, thy pard'ning grace? 
 
 And feed thy church with heav'nly food. 
 
 PSALM 19. Long Metre. 
 Storm and Thunder. 
 
 GIVE to the Lord, yefons of fame, 
 Give to the Lord renown and pow¥, 
 Afcribe due honours to his name, 
 And his eternal might adore. 
 
 I The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud 
 Thro' ev'ry ocean, tv\y land j 
 Kis voice divides the wat'ry cloud, 
 And light'nings blaze at his command* 
 
 He fyeaks, and temped, hail and wind;, 
 Lay the wide forefl bare around ; 
 Trie fearful hait, and frighted hind. 
 Leap at the terror of the found. 
 
 L To Lebanon he tyrns his voice, 
 And lo, the ftately cedars break 5 
 The mountains tremble at the noifcj 
 Yhe vallies roar,, the deferts qua^ ? 
 
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 5 The Lord fits fov'reign on the flood,. 
 ThethundVer, reigns for ever king ; 
 But makes his church his bleft abode, 
 Where we his awful glories Gng. 
 
 6 In gentler language, t^ere the Lord 
 The counfel of his grace imparts ; 
 Amidft the raging (lorm, his word 
 Speaks peace and courage to our hearts. 
 
 PSAL M gp. FirQ Part. Long Metr 
 Sicknefs healed, and Sorrows removed. 
 
 3 ¥ WILL extol thee, Lord, on high, 
 JL At thy command difeafes fly : 
 Who but a God canfpeak and fave 
 From the dark borders of the grave ? 
 
 1 S»ng to the Lord, ye faints, and prove 
 How large his grace, how kind his love > , 
 Let all your pow'rs rejoice, and trace 
 The worjd'rous records of his grace. 
 
 3 His anger but a moment flays ; 
 His love is life and length of days : 
 Tho' grief and tears the night employ, 
 The morning liar reflores the. joy. 
 
 PSALM 30. Ver. 6. Second Part. Long Meli 
 Health, Sicknefs, and Recovery. 
 
 31 T71R v * was my health, my day was bright, 
 X And I prefum'd 'twould ne ? er be night : 
 Fondly I faid within my heart, 
 « Pleafure and peace, (hall ne'er depart." 
 
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 i But I forgot thine arm was ftrong, 
 
 Which made my mountain fland fo long i 
 
 Soon as thy face began to hide, 
 
 My health was gone, my comforts died. 
 
 3 I cried aloud to thee my God 
 
 ec What canft thou profit by my blood ? 
 
 " Deep. in the duft can I declare 
 
 • f Thy truth, or fing thy goodnefs there ? 
 
 4 e: Hear me, OGod of grace, I faid, 
 
 " .-And bring me from among the dead ?* 
 Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt, 
 Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt. 
 
 5 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe/ 
 .Are turn'd to joy and praifes now ; 
 
 I throw my fackcloth on the ground , 
 And eafe and gladnefs gird me round. 
 
 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame, 
 Shall ne'er be filent of thy name ; 
 
 , Thy praife fhall found thro a earth and heav'rV 
 For (jcknefs heal'd and (ins forgiv'n. 
 
 PS ALM si. Ver. 5, 13— ipyia, 2g. F. Part. CMS' 
 
 Deliverance from Death, 
 i *npO thee, O God of truth and love, 
 f A My (pint I commit ; 
 Thou haft redeem 'd my foul from death^ 
 And fav'd me from the pit. 
 
 ■Z Defj air and comfort, hope and fear 
 Maimain'd a doubtful 'ftrife ; 
 
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 "While forrou', pain, and fjnconfpirM 
 To tal:e away my life. 
 
 3 " My time is in tliy hand, 1 cry'd, 
 " Though I draw near the duft }" 
 
 Thou art the refuse where I hide, 
 The God in whom I trult. 
 
 4 O make thy reconciled face 
 Uron thy lervant fhine. 
 
 And lave me for thy mercy's fake, 
 For I'm entirely thine. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 5 ' ' was In my hafle, my fpirit faid, 
 " I mull del] aii and die, 
 
 Ci I am cut oil before thine eyes ?" 
 lUit thou haft heard my cry. 
 
 6 Thy goodnefs how divinely free J 
 How fweet thy fmiling face, 
 
 To thoft that fear thy majefly, 
 And truft thy promts d grace. 
 
 7 Oh love the Lord, all ye his faints, 
 And Gng his praifes loud ; 
 
 He'll bend his ear to your complaints, 
 And recompenfe the proud. 
 
 PSALM si.Ver. 7— 33, 1 1—21. Sec. Part.C. M 
 
 Deliverance from Slander and Reproach. 
 1 IV If Y heart rejoices in thy name, 
 
 iVX My God, my beav'nly truft ; 
 Thou haft prefer v'd me free from fnamej 
 1 M iueho »°urf romthetUm \ 
 
f ft? } 
 
 » r * My life is fpent with grief, I cry'J, 
 ** My years confumM in groans, 
 
 <e My (trerteth decays, mine eyes are dry J d ; 
 *' And lorrow waftes my bones." 
 
 ^ Among mine enemies my name 
 
 A proverb vile was grown, 
 While to my neighbours I become 
 
 Forgotten and unknown. 
 
 4 Slander and fear on ev'ry fide, 
 Seiz'd and befet me round, 
 
 I to thy throne of grace apply J d 
 And fpeedy refcue found 
 
 P A U i E, 
 
 5 How great deliv'rance thoii haft wrought 
 Before the fons of men ! 
 
 The lying lips to filence brought, 
 And made their boafling vain ! 
 
 6 Thy children from the flrife of tongue* 
 Shall thy pavilion hide, 
 
 Guard thern from infamy and wrongs, 
 And crufh the 1 fons of pride. 
 
 *j Within thy fecret prefence, Lord, 
 
 Let me forever dwell ; 
 No fenced city wall'd and barr'd 
 
 Secures a faint fo well. 
 
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 r S A L M 34. Short Metre, 
 Foigivenefs of Sins upon Confeffion. 
 II bleffed fouls are they 
 
 Whofe fins are corer'd o'er { 
 
( 7° ) | 
 
 Divinely bleft, to whom the Lord! 
 Imputes their guilt no more. 
 
 7. They mourn their follies paft, 
 
 , And keep their hearts with care % 
 Their lips and lives without deceit 
 Shall prove their faith fincere. 
 
 3 While I conceal'd my guilt, 
 I felt the feft'ring wound, 
 
 Till I confefs'd my fins to thee, 
 And ready pardon found. 
 
 4 Let finners learn to pray, 
 
 Let faints keep near the throne : 
 Our help in times pf deep diftrefs, 
 Is found in God alone. 
 
 PSALM 32. Common Metre; 
 
 Free Pardon and fincere Obedience ; or, Confef-; 
 
 fion and Forgivenefs. 
 3 T TOW bleft the man to whom his God 
 
 AJL No more imputes his fin, 
 But wafh'd in the Redeemer's blood 
 
 Hath made his garments clean ! 
 
 « And bleft beyond expreflion he, 1 
 
 Whofe debts are thus difcharg'd ; 
 While from the guilty bondage free 
 
 He feels his foul enlarg'd. 
 
 3 His fpirit hates deceit and lies, 
 
 His words are all fincere : 
 He guards his heart, he guards his eye?/" 
 
 To keep his conicienge clear, 
 
( V ) 
 
 4 While I my Inward guilt fupprefty 
 No quiet could I find ; 
 
 Thy wrath lay burning in my breaflj 
 And rack'd my tcrtur'd mind. 
 
 5 Then I confefs'd my troubled thoughts^ 
 My fecret {ins reveal'd, 
 
 Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults,, 
 Thy grace my pardon feai'd. 
 
 6 This mall invite thy faints to pray ; 
 When like a raging flood 
 
 Temptations rife, our ftrcngth and flay. 
 Is a forgiving God, 
 
 PSAL M 32; Firft part. Long Metre. 
 
 Repentance and free Pardon ; or, Juftification aaci 
 
 Sanclification. 
 
 1 TJ LEST is the man, for ever bleft, 
 
 13 Whofe guilt is pardon'd by his God 3 
 Whofe (ins with forrow are confefs'd 
 And coverM with his Saviour's blood. 
 
 2 Before his judgment feat the Lord 
 No more permits his crimes to rife ; 
 
 H e pleads no merit of reward, 
 
 And not on works but grace relies. 
 
 3 From guile his heart and lips are free^ 
 His humble joy, his holy fear, 
 
 Wjth deep repentance well agree, 
 And join to prove his faith fincere. 
 
 .4. How glorious, is that righteoufnefs 
 Xb&t hides and cancels all his fins | 
 
( n ) 
 
 While a bright evidence of grace 
 
 Through all his life appears and (Lines. 
 
 PSAL M 32. Second Part. Long Metre. 
 A guilty Confcience eafed by Confeflion and Par- 
 don. 
 
 1 TT7HILE I keepfilence and conceal 
 
 ** My heavy guilt w«thin my heart, 
 What torments doth my confcience feel ! 
 What agonies of inward {'mart! 
 
 a I fpread my iins before the Lord, 
 
 And all my fecret faults confefs ; 
 Thy gofpel fpeaks a pard'ning word. 
 
 Thine holy fpirit feals the grace. 
 
 3 For this (hall ev'ry humble foul 
 Make fwift acldrefTes to thy feat : 
 
 When floods of huge temptations roll, 
 There mall they find a bleft retreat. 
 
 4 How fafe beneath thy wings I lie, 
 
 When days grow dark, and florm^ appear i 
 And when I walk, thy watchful eye 
 Shall guide me fafe from ev'ry fnarc. 
 
 PSAL M 33. Firft Part. Common Metre 
 
 Works of Creation and Providence. 
 1 rj EJOICE, ye nghtecus, in the Lord, 
 
 tv. This works belongs to you : 
 Sing of his name, his ways, his word, 
 
 How holy, juftand true ! 
 
 $ His mercy and his righteoufnefs 
 Let heav'fl and earth proclaim { 
 
( 73 ) 
 lis works of Nature and of grace- 
 Reveal his wond'rous name. 
 
 His word, with energy divine, 
 I'hofe heav'nly arches fpread, 
 >ade ftarry hofis around them fhine, 
 And light the heav'ns pervade. 
 
 He taught the (Veiling waves to flow 
 To their appointed deep ; 
 ade raging leas their limits know. 
 And itill their ftation keep. 
 
 Ye tenants of the fpacicus earthy 
 With fear before him ftand ; 
 [e fpake, and nature took its birth^ 
 And refts on his command. 
 
 He fcorns the angry nations rage p 
 And breaks their vain deCgns ; 
 
 1" is counfel (tandg thro' ev'ry age, 
 And in full glory (Lines. 
 
 SAL M 33. Second Part. Common Metre? 
 
 Creatures vain ; aril God All fufficient. 
 13 L£3T is rhe nation, where the Lord 
 O* Hath fix'd his gracious throne ; 
 here he reveals his heavenly word, 
 And calls their tribes his own. 
 
 His eye, with infinite fur-vey, 
 Doe^ the whole world behold $ 
 eform'd us ail of equal clay, 
 nd knows our feeble mouhi. 
 
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( u 5 
 
 $ Kings are not refcuM by ihe force 
 
 Of armies from the grave : 
 Norfpeed nor courage of an horfe 
 
 Can his bold rider lave. 
 
 4 Vain is the ftre'ngth of beafls or men, 
 
 Nor firings ourfafety thence ; 
 But holy fouls from God obtain 
 
 A ftrong and fure defence. 
 
 j God is their fear, and God their trull - 
 
 When plagues or famine fpread, 
 His watchful eye fecuresthe jail, 
 
 Among ten thoufand dead. 
 
 6 Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice, 
 
 And blefs us from thy throne ; 
 For we have made thy word our choice, 
 
 And truft thy grace alone. 
 
 PSALM %%. As the i j 3th Pfalm. Firfi Pari 
 
 Works of Creation and Providence. 
 j "\7"E holy fouls in God rejoice, 
 
 j[ Your Maker's praife becomes your voice 
 Great is your theme, your fongs be new ; 
 Sing of his name, his word, his ways, 
 His works of nature and of grace, 
 How wife and holy, jufl and true ! 
 
 % Behold, to earth's remoteft ends, 
 His goodnefs flows, his tiuth extends : 
 
 His pow'r the heav'nly arches fpread : 
 His word, with energy divine, 
 Bade ftarry hofts around them fliine, 
 
 And light the circling heav'ns pervade. 
 
( IS ) 
 
 His hand collects the flowing Teas ; 
 Thofe wat'ry treafures know their place^ 
 
 And fill the ftore-houfe of the deep : 
 He fpake, and gave all nature birth; 
 And fires and Teas, and heav'n and earth 
 
 His everlafting orders keep. 
 
 [Let mortals tremble and adore 
 A God of fuch refiftlefs pow'r, 
 
 Nor dare indulge their feeble rage : 
 Vain are your thoughts, and weak your hancfsy 
 But his eternal counfel (lands, 
 
 And rules the world from age to age. 
 
 .\LM 33. As the 1 13th Pfalm. Second Part, 
 Creatures vain/ and God All-fufncient. 
 
 |^~\H happy nation, where the Lord 
 |V_^ Reveals the treafure of his word, 
 
 And builds' his church, his earthly throne 5 
 His eye the heathen world furveys, 
 He form'd their hearts, he knows their ways/ 
 
 But God their Maker is unknown. 
 
 Let kings rely upon their hoft, 
 
 And of his ftrength the champion boany 
 
 In vain they bnaft, in vain rely ; 
 [n vain we trull the brutal force, 
 3r fpeed or courage ©f an horfe, 
 
 To guard his rider or to fly. 
 
 The arm of our Almighty Lord, 
 Doth 'more fefcure defence afford, 
 
 When deaths or dangers threatening flar.d : 
 !ftiy watchful eye preferves the ju%" 
 
( 1*1 ) 
 
 Who make thy name their fear and in\fi, . 
 v- hen wars or famine wafte the land, 
 4 In fjcknefs or the bloody field 
 Our great phyfician and our fhiel I, 
 
 Shall fend falvation from his throne ; 
 We wait to fee thy goodnefs mine ; 
 Let us rejoice in help divine, 
 For all our hope is God alone. 
 
 P. S A L M 34. Firfl Part. Long Metre, 
 God'*s Care of his Saints j or, Deliverance 
 
 Prayer, 
 I T ORD, I will blefs thee .all my days, 
 
 X-J Thy praife mall- dwell upon my tongue 
 
 My foul /hall glory in thy grace, 
 
 While faints rejoice to hear the fong. 
 
 <Z Come, magnify the Lord with me, 
 Let ev'ry heart exalt his name ; 
 I fought th' eternal God, and he 
 Has not expos'd my hope to mameo 
 
 3 I toJd him all my ftrcret grief, 
 My fecref groanings reachAl his ears : 
 He gave my inward pains relief, 
 And calrn'd the tumult of my fears. 
 
 4 To him the poor lift up their eyes, 
 With heav'nly joy their faces mine, 
 A beam of mercies from the fkies 
 Fills them with light and love divine. 
 
 $' His holy angels pitch their tents • 
 
 Around the men that ferve the Lord j 
 
( 11 ) 
 
 Oh fear and love him, all his faints/ 
 Tafte of his grace, and truft his word. 
 
 J The wild your.g lions, pinch'd with pain 
 And hunger, rear through all the wood | 
 Eut none mall feek the Lord in vain, 
 Nor Vpant fuppiies of real good. 
 
 SALM 34. 11 — 12. Second Part. Long Metre, 
 Religious ■ ducation ; or, Inftruclions of Piety 
 
 CHILDREN, in years or knowledge youngs 
 Your parents' hope, you parents 5 joy, 
 Attend the counfels of my tongue, 
 Let pious thoughts your minds employ. 
 
 If you defire length of days, 
 And peace to crown your mortal flare, 
 Refirain your feet from impious ways, 
 Your lips from (lander and deceit. 
 
 The eyes of God regard his faints, 
 His ears are open to their cries ; 
 He lets his frowning face againll 
 The fons of violence and lies. 
 
 To humble fouls and broken hearts* 
 God with his grace is ever nigh ; 
 Pardon and hope his love imparts 
 When men in deep contrition lie. 
 
 He tells their tears, he counts their groan^* 
 His fon redeems their fouls from death ; 
 His fpiril heals their broken bones, 
 ;His praife employs their tuneful breath* 
 
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 P S A L M 34. 1 — 10. Firft Part. Com. Metre, 
 Prayer and praife for eminent Deliverance. 
 
 1 T' j L blefs the Loul from clay to day; 
 J_ H cwgood are all his ways ! 
 
 Ye nurnble fouls that ufe to pray, 
 Come help my lips to praife. 
 
 2 Sing to the honour of his name, 
 How a poorfua'rer cry'd, 
 
 Nor was his hope expos M tolLame, 
 Nor was his fuitdeny'd. / 
 
 3 When threat niug for rows round me flood/ 
 and ca.'lefs fears arofe, 
 
 Like the loud billows of a flood, 
 Redoubling Al my woes. 
 
 4 I tcld the Lord my fore diftrefsy 
 With heavy groans and tears, 
 
 He gave my fharpeft torments eafe, 
 And lilenc'd all my fears. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 5 [Oh tinners, come and taile his Iovej 
 Come learn his pleafant ways, 
 
 And let your own experience prove, 
 The fweetnefs of his grace. 
 
 6 He bids the angels pitch their tents, 
 Round where his children dwell ; 
 
 What ills their foeav'nly care prevents, 
 No earthly tongue can tell.] 
 
 *] [Oh love the Lord, ye faints of his fc 
 tlis eye regards the j,ufi, 
 
t 10 ) 
 
 rlow richly blefl: t^ieir portion is, 
 W ho make the Lord their trull ! 
 
 I Young lions pinch'd with hunger ronf, 
 
 And famifh in the wood : 
 3u f - GoJ fupplies his holy poor 
 
 with ev'ry needful good.] 
 
 S A L M 34. 11—22. Second Part. C. M' 
 Exhortation to Peace and Holinefs. 
 
 COME, children, learn to fear the Lord", 
 And that your clays be long, 
 ,et not a falfe or fpiteful word 
 Be found upon your tongue. 
 
 Depart from mifchief, practice love, ♦ 
 Purfue the works of peace ; 
 o fhall the Lord your ways approve, 
 And fet your fouls at eafe. 
 
 ! His eyes awake to guard the jufr, 
 
 His ears attend their cry ; 
 ftThen broken fpirits dwell in dufl, 
 
 The GoJ of grace is nigh. 
 
 What tho' the forrows here they tafle 
 Are (harp and tedious too, 
 he Lord who faves them all at lafl, 
 Is their fupporter now. 
 
 ; Evil fhall fmite the wicked dead ; 
 '•But God fecures his own, 
 ^events the mifchief when they llicle, 
 Qr heals the broken bone. 
 
( So ) 
 
 • When defolation like a flood 
 
 O'er the proud (inner rolls, 
 Saints find a refuge in their God, 
 
 For he rcdeem'd their fouls. 
 
 PSALM 35. Ver. 12, 13, 14. C. M. 
 3L.ove to Enemies ; or, the Love of Chriil to Sinner? 
 
 typified in DctviJ. 
 } OEHOLD the love, the gen'rouslove 
 
 O That holy David {hows ; 
 Behold this kind compailion move 
 For his afflicted foes. 
 
 ? When they are lick, his foul complains* 
 
 Andfeems to feel the fmart ; 
 'Jihe fpjrit cf the gofpel reigns, 
 
 And melts his pious heart. 
 
 3 How did his flowing tears condole 
 As for a brother dead \ 
 
 /in.; faffing mortify M his foul, 
 While for their life, he pray'd. 
 
 4 They groan'd, an.i cuyd him on their bed^ 
 Yet flill he [lea Is and mourns ; 
 
 And double blellings on his head 
 The righteous God returni, 
 
 5 O glorious tyre of heavenly grace ! 
 Thus Chrifl the Lord appears ; 
 
 "While finners curie, the Saviour prays^ 
 And pities them with tears. 
 
 <5 He, the true David, IfraTs king, 
 
 * ^kaaudbdoy'dofGcd^ 
 
( 8i ) 
 
 To fa v e i! s r ? b 2! s dead in a 
 Paid his own deareil blood. 
 
 PSALM 36. 5—9. Long Metre, 
 The Perfections and Providence of God ; or, Ge- 
 neral Providence aad Special Grace. 
 I If TIG H in the heav'ns, eternal God, 
 
 4 I .1 Thy gooiinefs in full glory (Lines ; 
 Thy truth (nasi break through every clou4 
 That veils and darkens thy defigns. 
 
 $ For ever firm thy jufu'ce (lands, 
 
 5 As mountains their foundations keep 5 
 Wife are the wonders of thy hand, 
 Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 
 
 g Thy providence is kind and large, 
 
 j Both man and bead thy bounty (hare | 
 
 The whole creation is thy charge, 
 
 But faints are thy peculiar care. 
 
 4 My God, how excellent thy grace ! 
 Whence all our hope and comfort fprings | 
 The fons of Adam in diflrefs, ' 
 Fly to the (hadow of thy wings. 
 
 j$f From the provifions of thy houfe 
 • We (hill b|fed with fweet repaft ; 
 
 There mercy like a river flows, 
 
 And brings falvation to our tafle. 
 
 5 L'fe, like a fountain rich and free, 
 Springs from the piefence of my Lord • 
 And m thy light our fouls inall fee 
 The glories promis'd m thy word. 
 
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 PSA.LM g6. Ver. r, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9. Com. Metre. 
 Practical Atheifm expo/ed ; or, the Being and At- 
 tributes of Goa aiferted. 
 I \T7"HILE Ihen grow boll in wicked ways, 
 
 ** An yet a Go 1 they own, 
 My heart within mc o*'ien. fays, 
 
 <( Their thought? believe there's none." 
 
 a Their thoughts and ways at once declare 
 
 (Whatever their lips profefs) 
 God hath no wrath for them to fear, 
 
 Nor will they feek his grace. 
 
 3 What ftra^ge felf flatt'ry blinds their eyes J 
 But there's a haft'hing hour, 
 
 Wnen they (hall fee with fore furprife 
 T.he terrors of thy pew'r. 
 
 4 Thy juftice (hall maintain its throne, 
 Though mountains melt away ; 
 
 Thy judgments are a world unknown, 
 A deep unfathom\] fea, 
 
 j Above thefe heav'ns created rounds^ 
 
 Thy mercies. Lord, extend ; 
 Thy truth ourlites the narrow bounds, 
 
 vV'iere time and nature end. 
 
 6 Safety to man thy goodnefs brings, 
 
 Nor overlooks the bead: ; 
 Beneath the fhadow of thy wings 
 
 Thy children .chufe to reft, 
 
 ^ [From (he?, when creature-dreams run I0W3 
 ^\nd mortal comforts die., 
 
C S3 ) 
 
 perpetual fprings of life (ball flow^ 
 And raife our pleafur.es high. 
 
 % Though all created light decay, 
 
 And death clofe up our eyes, 
 Thy prefence makes eternal day 
 
 Where clouds can $ever rife.] 
 
 PSALM 36. 1—7. Short Metre. 
 
 The Wickednefs of Man, and the Majefty of God 5 
 
 or, Practical Atheifm expoied. 
 1 XT7HEN man grows bol i in {in, 
 
 * My heart within me cries, 
 § He hath no faith of God within, 
 "Nor fear before his eyes." 
 
 ^ [He walks a while conceal'd 
 
 In a felf fluttering dream, 
 Till his dark crimes, at once reveal'4 
 
 Expofe his hateful name.] 
 
 5 His heart is falfe and foul, 
 
 His words are frndoth an J fair, 
 Wifdom is banifh'd from his foul, 
 
 And leaves no goodnefs there. ' 
 
 4 He plots upon his bed, 
 
 New mifchiefs to fulfil ; 
 He fets his heart, and hand, and head 
 
 To practice all that's ill. 
 
 K But there's a dreadful God, 
 The' men renounce his fear ; 
 ]Bis juftice, hid behind the cloud, 
 ' §hall one great day appear. 
 
 E A 
 
( H ) 
 
 5 His truth tranfcends the iky, 
 
 In heav'n his mercies dwell ; 
 Deep as the Tea his judgments lie, 
 
 His anger burns to hell. 
 
 7 How excellent his love, 
 
 Whence all our fafety fprings ! 
 Oh never let my foul remove 
 
 From underneath his wings. 
 
 PSALM 37. i— 1$. Firft Part. C. M- 
 
 The Cure of Envy, Fretfulnefs an 1 Uobelief ; or, 
 
 the Rewards of the Righteous an,; the Wicked, 
 
 1 VX/HY mould I vex my foul, and fret 
 
 * To fee the wicked rife ? 
 Or envy tinners waxing great. 
 By violence and lies ? 
 
 2 As flow'ry grafs cut down at ncon ; 
 Before the evmiog lades, 
 
 So (hall their glories vanifh foon, 
 In everlafling (hades. 
 
 % Then let me make the Lord my tru&, 
 
 And praftife all that's good ; 
 So fhall I dwell among the juft, 
 
 And he'll provide me food. 
 
 4 I to ray Go i my ways commit, 
 And cheerful wait his will ; 
 
 Thy hand which guides my doubtful feet. 
 Shall my delires fulfil. 
 
 5 Mine innocence fhalt thoudifplay, 
 And make thy judgments knows, 
 
( *s ) 
 
 Fair as the light of dawning clay. 
 And glorious as the noon. 
 
 6 The meek at laft the earth poffefs. 
 And are the heirs of heav'n ; 
 
 •True riches, with abundant peace, 
 To humble fouls are giv'n. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 7 Reft in the Lord, and keep his way. 
 Nor Itt your anger rife, 
 
 .Though Proyidence mould long delay, 
 To punifh haughty vice. 
 
 8 Let Onners join to break your peace, 
 And plot, and rage, and foam ; 
 
 The Lord derides them, for he lees 
 Their day of vengeance come. 
 
 p They have drawn out the threat'nlng fword^ 
 
 Have bent the murd'rous bow. 
 Today the men that fear the Lord ? 
 
 And bring the righteous low. 
 
 jo My God (hall break their bows, and burn, 
 
 Their perfecuting darts, 
 £>hali their own fwords agamft them turn, 
 
 And pierce their ftubborn hearts. 
 
 PSALM 37. Ver. 16,21,26— 31. Sec. Part. C. M, 
 Charity to the Poor ; or, Religion in Words an4 
 
 L)eeds. 
 I T T 7HY doth the wealthy wicked boaftj 
 
 V V And grow profanely bold ? 
 The -meaaeft portion of the juft, 
 Excels the (inner's gold, 
 
( tf ) 
 
 S The wicked borrows of his friends^, 
 r But ne'er ciefigns to pay ; 
 
 The fa>nt is merciful and lends, 
 Nor turns the poor away. 
 
 3 His alms with lib'ral heart he gives 
 . Amongft the Tons cf need ; 
 
 His mem'ry to long ages lives, 
 And bkiled is his feed. 
 
 4 His lips abhor to talk profane, 
 To (lander or defraud ; 
 
 His ready tongue declares to men 
 What he has learn'd of God. 
 
 5 The law an* gcfpel of the Lord 
 Deep in his heart abide ; 
 
 Led by the fpirit and the word 
 His feet fhall never flhie. 
 
 6 When tinners fall the righteous Hand 
 PrefervM from ev ; ry fnare ; 
 
 They fhall poflefs the promis'dland. 
 And dwell forever there. 
 
 PS ALM37. 
 
 Ver 
 
 z o or 
 
 Third 
 
 Part C. 
 
 M. 
 
 Yhe 
 
 Way and 
 
 End 
 
 of the 
 
 Righteous aad 
 
 th; 
 
 
 
 
 Wicked. 
 
 
 
 ,t 
 
 r "flv /J Y God, the u>i s of pious men 
 IVJ Areorder'd by thy will;. 
 
 Though they fhould fall, they rife again, 
 Thy hand fuppcrts them ilill. 
 
 £ The Lord delights to fee their W?VSj 
 ' Their virtues he approves j 
 
( «7 ) 
 
 He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace,, 
 Nor leave the ra-.n he 1 oves. 
 
 3 The heav'nly heritage is theirs, 
 Their portion and their home ; 
 
 Ke feafts them now, and jrtafeas them heirs 
 Of BJeflirjgs long to come. 
 
 4 Wait on the Lord ye fons of men, 
 Nor fear when tyrants frown ; 
 
 Ye (hail confefe their priJe was vain, 
 Whenjuftice cafls them down. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 $ The haughty finner have I feen, 
 
 Not fearing man nor god, 
 jjUke a tall bay- tree fair and green, 
 
 Spreading his arms abroad. 
 
 6 And lo, he vanifh'J from the ground, 
 Dtftroy'd by bands unfeen ; 
 
 Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found 
 Where all that pride hard been- 
 
 7 But mark the man of rigbteoufnefs, 
 His fey'ral (leps attend ; 
 
 True pleafure runs thro' all his, ways, 
 And peaceful is his end. 
 
 P S A L M 38. Common Metre. 
 Guilt of Co iifc -nee .a n J Relief; or, Rspentaal^ 
 
 and Prayer for Pardon an 
 
 eau 
 
 MIDST thy wrath remember love^ 
 Rcitore thy fervant, Lord, 
 £Ior let a Father's chaft'ning prove.. 
 I^.ike an avenger's fword, 
 
( r 
 
 2 Thine arrows flick within my heart, 
 my flefh is forely preit ; 
 
 Between the forrow and the frriart 
 Ivly fpirit finds no red. 
 
 3 my fintTa-'heavy load appear, 
 
 -n J o'er my head ar-e gone ; 
 Too heavy they for me to bear, 
 Too hard for me t' aitone. 
 
 4 My thoughts are like a troubled Tea, 
 - That fifties m\ comforts dewn ; ; 
 
 •^nd I go mourning all- the day 
 Beneath my Father's fro*. v:i. 
 
 5 Lord I am weaken\] and uifmay'd, . 
 
 ow'rs are whole ; 
 JVi y wounds with pierfcing anguim bleed; 
 d ' . angtwfb of my foul. • 
 
 6 All my Mres to thee are known, 
 ' i counts ev'ry tear, * 
 And evVj figh aii.i ev'ry groan 
 
 ] 3 notic'u by thine ear. 
 
 7 Thou art my God, my only hope ; 
 my God, u' ill hear my cry, 
 
 ?dv Go i will bare my fpirit up 
 
 When Satan bi'.s me die. 
 [3 My foes re- j. dice when'er I Aide, 
 
 To fee my virtue iail ; 
 They rails their ; leaftrnes and their pride^ 
 
 Y ben'er their wiles ptevail. 
 
( »9 ) 
 f But I'll confefs my guilty way?, 
 
 Ancl grieve for all my fin ; 
 I'll mourn how weak the feeds of grace.} 
 
 And begfupport divine. 
 
 jo My God, forgive my follies pad. 
 
 Ana be for ever nigh ; 
 P Lord of my faivation, hafle, 
 
 Before thy iervant die.] 
 
 PSALM 39. Ver. i, 2, 3. Firii Fart. Com. Metre, 
 
 Watchfulnefs over the Tongue ; or prudence and 
 Zeal. 
 
 $ TpHUS I refolv'd before the Lord, 
 -*- " Now will I watch my tongue, 
 
 p Left I let flip one finful word, 
 ii Or do my neighbour wrong." 
 
 2 "Whene'er confirain'd a while to flay 
 With men of lives profane, 
 
 I'll fet a double guard that day, 
 Nor let my talk be vain 
 
 3 II fcarce allow my lips to fpeak 
 The pious thoughts 1 feel, 
 
 L^ft fcofFers (houli th' occaGon tales 
 To mock, my holy zeal. 
 
 4 Yet if fome proper hour appear, 
 I'll not be over-aw'd, 
 
 But let the fcoffing nnnersheac 
 That w§ can fpeak for God, 
 
( 90 ) 
 f S A L TvT 39. 4, 5, 6, 7. Second Part. C. M, 
 
 The Vanity of Man as Mortal. 
 1 TEACH me the meafure of my days, 
 
 Thou maker of my frame ; 
 I would furvey life's narrow fpace, 
 And learn how frail I am. 
 
 q. A fpati is all that we can boaft. 
 
 An inch or two of time ; 
 Man is but vanity an.l duft 
 
 In all his flower an 1 prime. 
 
 3 See the vain race of mortals move 
 
 Like Ota do ws o'er the plain : 
 They rage ani n\>ic~., defirt and love, 
 
 But all the noife is vain. 
 £ Some walk in honour's gaudy /Low, 
 
 Some dig for golden ore, 
 They toil for heirs,, they know not \vho f 
 
 And ftrait are loon no more. 
 
 What flbouD I wi/h or wait for then 
 
 From creatures, earth and dud? 
 They make our expectation? vain_, 
 
 And dlfappoirit our trulj. 
 
 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope> 
 
 My foni den res recai 5 
 I give my mortal tntereft up, 
 
 Avl make my God my all. 
 PSA L VI 39, ' Ver. 9—13. Third Part. C. M, 
 Sicklied Dvvotion ; or, Pleading without Re- 
 pining. 
 y /^OD of my life, look gently down. 
 
 VJT Behold the pains I feel. 
 
, ( 9i y 
 
 But T am dumb before thy throney 
 Nor dare difpute thy will. 
 
 4 Difeafes are thy fervants* Lord, 
 
 They come at thy command ; 
 I'll not attempt a murnvring word, 
 
 Againft thy chaft ning hand. 
 
 3 Yet' I may plead with humble cries; 
 Remove thy fharp rebukes : 
 
 My flrengih confumes, my [y'uh die?; 
 Through thy repeated ftrokes'. 
 
 4 Crufh'd as a'moth beneath thy hand; 
 We moulder to the dull ; 
 
 Cur feeble pow'rscan ne'er withflandy 
 And all our beauty's Icih 
 
 5 I'm but a At anger here below, 
 As all my fathers were ; 
 
 JV T ay I be well prepar'd to go, 
 When I thy fummcr.s hear i 
 
 6 But if my life be fpar'd a while' 
 Before my iaft remove, 
 
 Thy praife mall be my bus'nefs (lillj 
 A;iu I'd declare thy love, 
 
 PSAL M 40. Ver. i,2, 3, 5, 17. FirijFParfe 
 Common Metre. 
 A Song of Deliverance from great DiHrefej 
 1 1 T Waited patient for the Lord, 
 I He bow'd to hear my cry ; 
 He {iw me refling on his word, 
 And brought falvati on nighj 
 
( §&f-. 
 
 & He rais'J me from a horrid pit,' 
 
 Where mourning long I lay. 
 And from my bonds releas'd my feet,' 
 
 Deep bonds of miry clay. 
 
 3 Firm on a rock he made rne Hand, 
 And taught my cheerful tongue 
 
 To praife ihe wonders of his hand, 
 In a new thankful fong. 
 
 4 I'll fpread his works of grace abroad 3 
 The faints with joy fliall hear, 
 
 And linners learn to make my God 
 Their only hope and fear. 
 
 c; How many are tfiy thoughts of love ; 
 
 Thy mercies, Lord, how g r eat ! 
 We have not words nor hours enough 
 
 Their numbers to repeat. 
 
 .6 When I'm afflicled, poor and low/ 
 
 And light and peace depart, 
 Jvly God beholds my heavy woe, 
 
 Andbeais me on his heart. 
 
 PSALM 46. Ver. 6—9. Sec. Part. Com. F 
 The Incarnation and Sacrifice of Chrilr. 
 3 'T'HUS faith the Lord, " your work is vairi, 
 
 " Give your burnt off rings o'er, 
 i{ In dying goats and bullocks (lain 
 <e My foul delights no more. 5 ' 
 
 % Then fpake the baviour, " Lo I'm herey 
 
 " My God to do thy will ; 
 < i Whate'erthv facrcd books declare 
 
 « Thy feivant fhall" fulfil; . 
 
i 9$ ) 
 
 f f* Thy ]aw is ever in my light* 
 
 iK 1 keep it near my heart ; ; ; 
 
 tf; Mine eyes are open'd with defigfrf 
 
 <( To what thy lips impart." 
 
 4 And fee the bleft Redeemer comesj 
 IV eternal fon appears, 
 
 And at th' appointed time afTumes 
 The body God prepares. 
 
 5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace/ 
 And much his truth he fhow'd. 
 
 And preach'd the way of righteouCnefs} 
 Where great aiTembiies ftood= 
 
 His Father's honour touch'd his heart/ 
 He pity'd finners- cries, 
 nd to fulfil a Saviour's part 
 Was made a facrifice, 
 
 P A tr i e. 
 
 No blood of beafts on altars fhedi 
 Could warn the confeience cleaa j 
 ut the rich facrince he paid 
 Atones for all our fin. 
 
 Then was the great falvation fpreao*i 
 And Satan's kingdom {no6k| 
 hus by the woman's prorms'd feed 
 The ferpent's head was broke. 
 
 PS LAM 40. Ver. 5— 10 Long Metre." 
 Chrift our Sacrifice. 
 'THE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought/ 
 Exceed oar praifey fuir mount our though 
 
 i 
 
( 9f ) 
 
 Should I attempt the long detail, 
 
 My fpeech would faint, my. numbers' f«il. 
 
 l ' No blood of beads on altars fpilt, 
 
 Can cleanfe Wt fouls of men from guilt ; 
 But thou haft let before our eyes 
 An all-fufficient facrifice. 
 
 3 Lo thine eternal Son appears, 
 To thy defgns he bows his ears ; 
 /.flumes a body well prepar'd 
 And well performs a work Co bar d. 
 
 4 f( Behold I come, (the Saviour crier^ 
 " Willi love and duty in his eyes,) 
 " I come to bear the heavy load 
 
 " Of fins, and do thy will, my Go J. . 
 
 5 > Vis written in thy g-eat decree, 
 
 " 'Tis in thy book foretold of me, 
 (i I muft fulfil the Saviour's part, 
 "^And lo ! thy law ii> in my heart. 
 
 6;ff I'll magnify thy holy law, 
 ei And rebels io obedience draw, 
 <i When oa my Grofs I'm lifted high* 
 
 r <e Ojrto my crown above the fky. 
 
 " The fpirlt fhall defctnd and fhow 
 7 ee What thou haft done and what I do ; 
 (i The wondVlng world fl\a\\ learn thy grace, 
 " And all creation tune thy praife." 
 
 PSALM 4.1. Ver. 1,2,3. Long Metre. 
 rity to the Poor ; or, Pity to the Affi'cted. j 
 >T is the man, whofe bread can move,, 
 And melt with pity to the poor,. 
 
( 95 ) 
 . Whofe foul, t)V fympathizing bve, 
 Feels what his fellow faints endure. 
 
 Kis heart contrives for their relief 
 More good than his own hands can do 5 
 He in the time of gen'ral grief 
 Shall find the Lord hath mercy too. 
 
 3 His foul Avail live fecure on earth 
 With facred bleffings on his head, 
 When drought, an I peflilence, and dearth, 
 Around him multiply their dead. 
 
 \. Or if he languim on his couch, 
 God will pronounce his fins forgiv'a 
 Will fave him with ahealing touch, 
 Or take his willing fuul to heav'u. 
 
 PSALM 4.2. i— 9. Firft Part. C. ;M, 
 Defertion and Hope ; or, Complaint of abfence 
 
 from public WoriLip. 
 [ TT7ITH earneft longings of the mmd> 
 * * My God, to thee I look ; 
 So pants the hunted hart to find, " 
 And taRe the cooling brook. 
 
 i When (ball I fee thy courts of grace, 
 And meet thy God again ? 
 So long an abfence from thy face 
 My liea^t endures with pain. 
 
 [5 Temptations vex my weary foul, 
 And tears are my repair ; 
 The foe infults without contoul, 
 ■ c And where's your God at lafl? 5> 
 
 F 2 
 
( & ) 
 
 4 9 Tis with a mournful pleafure notf 
 
 I think on ancient days : 
 Then to thy houfe did numbers go^ 
 And all our work was praife. 
 
 5 But why, my foul, funk down fo. for 
 
 Beneath this heavy load ? 
 
 My fpirit, why indulge defpair. 
 
 And fin againft my God ? 
 
 6 Hope in the Lord whofe mighty hand 
 
 Can all thy woes remove ; 
 For I fhall yet before him Hand, 
 And fing reftoring lcve. 
 
 PSALM 4«. 6— ii. Second Pajt. 
 
 Melancholy Thoughts reproved ; or, Ho{;e in Af* 
 
 fliaion. 
 
 MY fpirit finks within me, Lord, 
 But I will call thy name to mind. 
 And times of paft diflrefs record, 
 When I have found my God was kind. 
 
 o, Huge troubles with tumult'ous noife 
 Swell like a fea, and round me fpread y 
 The riling waves drown all my jo) s, 
 And roll iremend'ous o'er my head. 
 
 g Yet will the Lord command hislove^ 
 When I addrels his throne by day, 
 Nor in the night his grace remove ; 
 The night fhall hear me fing and pray. 
 
 £ I'll call myfelf before his feet, 
 
 4-ad fa^ » my God, my heav'nJy rgffc 
 
( 97 ) 
 
 \* Why doth thy love fo long forget 
 
 " rite foul that groans beneath thy Risks ?$ 
 
 jf I'll chide my heart that finks fj low, 
 - Why fhould my foul indulge her grief ; 
 
 Hope in the Lord and praife him too ; 
 
 He is my reft, my fare relief. 
 
 6 IVty God, my moil exceeding joy, 
 Thy I'gh'taud truth (hall guide me fliil, 
 Thy word (hall ray belt thoughts employ^ 
 And lead me to thine heav'nJy hill. 
 
 PSAL M 43. Common Metre, 
 Safety in divine Protection.* 
 1 TUDGE me,'0 God, and plead my caufe^ 
 
 J Againft a Cnful race ; 
 From vile oppreifion and deceit 
 Secure me by thy grace. 
 
 z On thee my iledfan hope depends^ 
 
 And am I left to mourn? 
 To Cnk in forrows, and in vain 
 
 Implore tl^y kind return ? 
 
 3 O fend thy light to guide my feet^ 
 And bid thy truth appear, 
 
 Co.-uiuel me to thy holy -hill, 
 To fafte thy mercies there. 
 
 4 Then to thy alta» y O my God, 
 My joyful feet (nail rife, 
 
 And my triumphant longs ft.all praife 
 ?' Tiie Gudthat rides the fl: ; es. 
 
( 9» ) 
 
 f Sink not ray foul, beneath thy fear a 
 
 Nor yffjd lo weak defpair ; 
 Fori ("hall live to prale the Lord, 
 
 An] blefs his guardian care. 
 
 PSAL M 44- Ver. i, 2, 3, 8, 15, 26. C. M^ 
 The'Church's Complaint in Perfecution. 
 
 ORD, we have heard thy works cf old,, 
 ~J Thy works of pow'r and grace, 
 When to our ears our fathers told, 
 The wonders of their clays, 
 
 <l They faw the beaut'ous churches rife., 
 
 The fpreadinggofpel run ; 
 While light and glory from the fkies 
 
 Through all their ten.; Its (hone. 
 
 5 In God they boatled all the day, 
 
 And in a cheerful throng 
 Did thoufands meet to praife an: pray, 
 
 Apd grace was all theii 
 
 4 But now our fouls are kiz'J with ihvr,?^ 
 Confufion fills our I 
 
 To hear the enemy blafj ! erne, 
 An] fools reproau t thy grace. 
 
 5 Yet have we not forgo! fur God 
 Norfalfety dealt witH heav'n., 
 
 Nor have our fleps deciin'd the road 
 Of duty thou halt giv'n. 
 
 6 Though dragons all around us roar 
 
 dr deftrudtive breath, 
 A n . 1 t ! : : a e o w n ha n i 1 \ a s b r u i s 'd u z fc re ^ 
 i I'/ the gates of death, 
 
( 9? ) 
 Pause, 
 (j We are expos' 1 all day to die, 
 
 As martyrs for thy name ; 
 As {hee:^ for daughter bona-: we lie., 
 And wait the kindling i\ ime. 
 
 $ Awake, a'nfe, almighty Lord, 
 Whyfleeps thy won tea grace ? 
 
 Why fhoulJ wefeera like men abhorM P 
 Or buniih'd from thy face ? 
 
 $ Wilt thou forever caft us off, 
 
 And nil! neglect our cries ? 
 For ever hide thine heavenly love 
 
 From our afflicted eyes ? 
 
 10 Down to the dull oar ion] is bowMy 
 And dies upon the ground ; 
 
 Rife for our help, rebuke the proud, 
 And all their pow'rs confound. 
 
 11 Redeem us from perpetual ih^rue^ 
 Our Saviour and our God ; 
 
 We plead the honours of thy name, 
 The merits of thy blood. 
 
 P S A L M 45- S'fjori $ 
 The Glory of Chi -ill. Tire Succel^ of 
 and the Gentile Church. 
 I T^/jY Saviour and my King, 
 
 JVJ. Thy beauties are div j ; 
 Thy lips with 'd lings overflow^ 
 And ey'ry grace is thine. 
 
 F 4 
 
( i<&i )' 
 
 i Now make thy glory known, 
 Gird on thy dreadful fword, 
 
 And rife in majefly to fpiead 
 The conquefis of thy word. 
 
 5 Strike through thy flubborn foes, 
 
 Or make their hearts obey, 
 "While jjitice, meeknefs, grace and -truth 
 
 Attend thy glorious way. 
 
 4 Thy laws, O God, are right, 
 Thy throne fhall ever Hand ; 
 
 And thy victorious gofpel prove 
 A fceptre in thy hand. 
 
 [5 Thy Father and thy God 
 
 [lath without mcafure fhed 
 II is fpirit like a grateful oil 
 
 T' anoint thy facred head.] 
 
 [6 Behold at thy right hand 
 
 The Gentile church is ieen, 
 A beaut'ous bride in rich attire, 
 And princes guard the Queen. 1 
 
 7 Fair bride receive his love, 
 Forget thy father's houfe ; 
 
 Fcrfake thy gods, thy idol gods, 
 And pay thy Lord thy \ ows. 
 
 8 O let thy God and King 
 
 Thy fweeteft thoughts tin ploy ; 
 Thy children fhall his honour hug, 
 And tafte the heav'nly joy. 
 
( 1*1 ) ; 
 
 V 5 A L M- 45. Corp. ion Metre" 
 3fhe perfonal Glories an 1 Govern ment of fchrift 
 i ]< J LL fpeak the honours of my Kin 
 
 L His form divinely fai 
 
 c> 
 
 None of the fons of mortal race 
 May with the Lord compare. 
 
 % Sweet is thy fpeech, and heav'nly grace 
 
 Upon thy lips is (he;! ; 
 Thy God with blefiings infinite , 
 
 Hath crow'd thy facred head. 
 
 3 Gird on thy [\vord viiloncus Prince/ 
 
 Ride with rrivj-ftie fway ; 
 Thy terror fhall itrike thro; gh thy foesy 
 
 And make the .world obey. 
 
 4 'Thy throne, O God, forever Hands/ 
 
 Thy word of grace i~h?M prove 
 A peaceful fceptre in thy. hands/ 
 
 To rule thy faints by love. 
 
 j Juflics and truth attend thee full, 
 
 BSt mercy is thy choice f 
 And God, thy God, rhy foul fljall Stf 
 
 With molt peculiar joy?, 
 
 PSAji M 4J- FlrflPart. .LongMet^/ 
 The Glory of C la: it, and power c f his GoCpei. 
 l ft* 1 OW be my heart fnfpii M to Cng 
 j <^ »pj ie g{(y F je- s of my Saviour King, 
 Jefus the Lord ; how heavhdy fair 
 fiisforn* ! how bvight his beauties are] 
 <2 O'er all the fons of human race 
 Ke {bines with far fuperior grace,, 
 
( to* ) 
 
 Love from his lips divinely flows* 
 Ani bleihngs all his ilatecompofe. 
 
 3 Drefs thee in arms mofl mighty Lord, 
 Gird on the tenor of thy (word, 
 
 In majefty and glory ride 
 
 With truth and meeknefs at thy £de. 
 
 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart, 
 Shall pierce the foes of ftubborn heart ; 
 Or words of mercy kind and fweet 
 Shall melt the rebels at thy feet. 
 
 5 Thy throne O God, for ever (lands, 
 Grace is the fceptre in thy hands ; 
 Thy laws and works are jail and right, 
 But grace and juflice thy delight. 
 
 6 God, thine own God has richly fhed 
 His oil of gladntfs on thy head ; 
 And with his facred fpirit blefs'd 
 His firft born Sen above the reft. 
 
 PS At M 45. Second Part. Long Metre. 
 Chriftand his Church ; or, the myflical Marriage. 
 i THE King of faints, how fair his face, 
 *- AdornM with majefty and grace ! 
 
 He comes with blefhngs from above, 
 
 And wins the nations to his love. 
 
 q, At his right hand our eyes behold 
 The Queen array'd in pure!! gold ; 
 The world admires her heav'nly Orefs; 
 Her robes of joy and righteoufoefs. 
 
( i°3 ) 
 | He forms her beauties like his own, 
 He calls and feats her near his throne | 
 Fair Granger, let thine heart forget 
 The idols of thy native ftate. 
 
 4 So {hall the King the more rejoice 
 In thee the fav'nte of his choice ; 
 Let him be lov'd and yet a'dcr'd, 
 For he's thy Maker and thy Lord. 
 
 5 O happy hour, when thou (halt rife 
 To bis fair palace in the fides, 
 
 And all thyfons, (a numerous train) 
 Each like a prince in glory reign. 
 
 6 Let endlefs honours crown his head^ 
 Let ev'ry age his praifes fpread; 
 While we with cheerful fongs approve 
 Trie conaefcenfion of his love. 
 
 PSAL M 46. Firft Part. Long Metre. 
 The Church's Safety and Triumph among na 
 
 tional Defolations. 
 I /^OB is the refuge of his faints, 
 
 \JJ ' When ftorms cf fliarp difrrefs invade! 
 Lie we can oiler cur complaints, 
 Behold him prefent with his aid. 
 
 % Let mountains from their feats be hui I'd 
 Down to the deep, and buried there, 
 Convulfions fhake the folid 'world, 
 Our faith fhall never yield to fear. 
 
 I Loud may the troubled ocean roar^ 
 Ja facred peace our fouls abide^ 
 
(* «w ) 
 
 ev'iy nation, ev'ry fWe 
 Trembly and dreads the fuelling tide, 
 
 4 There is a ftrfeam, whofe gentle flow 
 Supplies the city of our God ! 
 Life, leve and joy fliJI gliding thro" 
 And wat'i ing ckfr divine abode. 
 
 5 That facred flrean, thine holy worn, 
 Supports oi.r fait'h', our (tar control's, 
 Sweet peace thy promifes afford, 
 And give new iirength to fainting foul?. 
 
 6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, 
 Secure againfl a thieat'ning hour ; 
 Nor can her firm foundation move, 
 Built on Ids trshth andarm'd iyitli pow'r. 
 
 W 
 
 L M 46- Second Part. Long Metre, 
 jro3 fights for ms Chuvcb. 
 ET Zion in her King rejoice, 
 
 11 6' tyrants rage, and king Joins rife ; 
 
 .<* ),; c o„: n !„„ „;J;a» '" . <• 
 
 lie utters his almighty voice, 
 TJ.e nations melt, the tumult die*. 
 
 The I ord of old for Jacob Fought, 
 And Jacob's Cod is (till our aid ; 
 Behold the works his hand has wrought 
 What d< folati'ons he lias made. 
 
 From fca to fea, through all the (Lores 
 ll<> makes the notfe of battle ceaCe ; 
 \\ lien from on high his thunder ro^Vs, 
 
 11: utves the ti-embilhg world to neace. 
 
( *°5 ^ 
 £ He breaks the bow, he cuts the fpear ? 
 Chariots he burns with heav'nly flaaie j 
 Let earth in filent wonder hear 
 The found and glory of his name. 
 
 5 " Be ftill, and learn that I am God, 
 <( I reign exalted o ? er the lands, 
 
 Ci I will be known and fear'd abroad^ 
 " But ftill my throne in Zion {lands." 
 
 6 O lord of hons, almighty ^.ing. 
 While we fo near thy prefence dwell. 
 Our faith fhall fit fee u re and fing, 
 Nor fear the raging pow'rs of hell. 
 
 PS AI>M 47. Common Metre, 
 Chrift afcending and reigning. 
 % /~%H for a fhout of facred ioy 
 U To God the fov'i pign King ! 
 Let ev'ry land jheir tpngues employ, 
 And hymns of frjumph fing. 
 
 % Jefus our God afcends on high \ 
 His heav'nly guards around 
 Attend him fifing thro* the fky ? 
 With trumpets joyful found. 
 
 3 While angels fhout and praife their Kings 
 Let mortals Jear.n their drains ; 
 Let all the earth his honours fing \ 
 O'er all the earth he reigns. 
 
 £ Eehearfe his praife with awe profound^ 
 
 Let knowledge guide the fong ; 
 , |:?or mock him with a lolemn fount[ 
 yppa a thougjulef^ tongue. 
 
( io5 ) 
 
 5 In Ifra*l flood bis ancient throne, 
 
 He lov y A that chofen rac* ; 
 Ejt now he oaljs the world his owoj 
 And heathens taile his grace. 
 
 6 The Gent;!? nations arc the Lord's, ' 
 
 There Abraham's God is known ; 
 While pow-rs and prince?, f'hi-ids and fwords 
 Submit before his throue. 
 
 P S A L M aS. i—8. Firft Part. S. M, 
 The Church is the Honour and Safety iff a Nation, 
 J |~ ^ R EA T is rne tord our God, 
 
 L \.J£ An 1 Jet his j raife he great J 
 He makes the churches his abode, 
 His moil ■ ; feat; 
 
 * Thefe temples ©This grace, 
 How bea y (land ? 
 
 Th« ;.ice^ 
 
 'Anu bulwarks of our Jand.j 
 
 3 In Z->n God is h. 
 
 A refuge in drftrefs ,* 
 Ho ,7 bright has I . me. 
 
 How fair hiz heav nly gi 
 
 4 When kin-? -rjoin'd, 
 
 And fa-. s there, 
 
 In wild condiion of the mind 
 They fled wit 
 
 5 When riafiv • : >ud 
 
 Attempt to fj . ace. 
 
 He fends his tempeft h 
 
 And finks them m I 
 
( io 7 ) 
 
 5 Oft have our fathei s u 1, : , 
 Our eyeb have often ken, 
 How well our Go.i feenres the fold 
 ere his own flocks hay e Lccn.- 
 
 *\ In ev'ry new diflrefs 
 
 e'll to his houfe repair', 
 Recal £0 saiad his wo&d'rpirs? grace^ 
 AndTeek dcliy 'ranee there. 
 
 PSALM 48. 20—14. Second Part. S. Tvk 
 The Beauty of the Church ; or, Gqfpel WoriLip 
 
 and Order, 
 J T~"AH as thy name h known 
 
 J The v. oil] declares thy praife ; 
 
 before thy throne 
 1 ..e ; r fongs of honour rail;. 
 
 With joy thy ] edple (land 
 
 On .1 . . ofen hill, 
 Proclaim the wonders ofthy handy 
 
 And counfels ofthy will. 
 
 Let Grangers walk around 
 
 The city where we dwell, 
 Corripafs and view thine holy ground^ 
 
 And iiiaik the building well. 
 
 The orders of thy houfe, 
 
 The woriliip ofthy court, 
 The cheerful foogs, the foi'emn vqt/s,- 
 
 And make a fair report. 
 
 How. decent and how wife ! 
 How glorious to beheld ! 
 
Eeyond the pomp that charms th£ eye?> 
 And rites adorn'd with gold; 
 
 6 The God weworfhip now 
 Will guide us Ytll we die ; 
 Will be our God while here below, 
 And ours above the Iky. 
 
 PSALM. 49. Ver. 6—14. Fi fl i'a.t.C. A 
 Pride and Death j or, the Vanity of Life a$i 
 Riches. 
 3 TX7 H Y doth the man of riches' grow 
 To infolence and pride, 1 
 To fee his wealth and honours flow 
 With tViy rifing tide ? 
 fc [Why doth he fceat the poof with fcorrf; 
 Made of the fe If- fa me' clay, 
 And boaft as though his flefti was borrj 
 Of better dud than' they ? 
 
 3 Not all his treafures can prccuie 
 
 His foul a 0K>rt reprieve, 
 Re eim'd from death one guilty hour. 
 Oi" mike his brother live. 
 
 4 Eternal life can ne'er be fold, 
 
 Th< «nfoi> is too high ; 
 Juflii - svifl ne'er be brib'd with gold, 
 • ia1 • m nay never die. 
 j H< fees ti -ut'Tffi and the wife, , 
 us tndtne brave 
 feflions, clofe their eyesy 
 he grave. 
 
 fhou gi l and pride^ 
 
 • ball cvci ftand j 
 
(< And that my name may long abide 
 C( I'll give it to my land." 
 
 f Vain are his thoughts,-his hopes are loft. 
 How foon his mem'ry dies ! 
 His name is buried in the duft, 
 Where his own body lies. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 $ This is the folly of their way; 
 And yet their ions as vain 
 Approve the words their fathers fay* 
 And act their works again. 
 
 9 Men void of wifJom and of grace, 
 . Tho-* honour raife them high, 
 Live like the beaft, a though tlefs racej 
 And like the beaft they die. 
 
 to [Laid in the grave like [illy (keep, 
 Dsath triumphs oer them there, 
 Till the laft trumpet breaks their deep, 
 And wakes them in defpair.] 
 
 PSALM 49. Ver. 14, 15. Second Part. C. Metrf 
 
 Death and the Refurreclion. 
 i T7*Efons of price, that hate the juft, 
 X And trample on the poor, 
 When death has brought you down to dufc , 
 Your pomp fhall rife no more. 
 
 2 The laft great day fhall change the fcene ; 
 When will that hour appear ? 
 When fhall the juft revive and reign 
 O'er all thatfcorn'd them here ? 
 
3 God will my naked foul receive; 
 
 Call'd from the world away, 
 
 And break the prifon of the grave^ 
 
 To raife my mould 'ring clay. 
 
 4 Heay'n is my everlafiing home, 
 
 Th' inheritance is fure ; 
 Let men of pride their rage refume, 
 But I'll repine no more. 
 
 PSALM 49. Long Metre. 
 
 The rich Sinner's Death, and the Saints Refurre*- 
 
 tlon. 
 1 \Xj KY.do the proud infult the poor, 
 
 V V And boaft the large eflates they have .' 
 How vain are riches to fecure 
 Their haughty owners from the grave ! 
 
 a, They can't redeem an hour from death 
 With all the wealth in which they truft ; 
 Kpr give a dying brother breath, 
 When God commands him down to duff. 
 
 3 There the dark eaith and difmal /hade 
 Shall clafp their naked bodies round ; 
 That flefhfo delicately fed 
 
 Lies cold, and moulders in the ground. 
 
 4 Like thoughtlefs (heep the (inner dies, 
 And leaves his glories in the tomb ; 
 The faints (ball in the morning rife, 
 A nd hear th' appreflbi's awful doom. 
 
 5 His honours peri/h in the duft, 
 
 Aud pomp and beauty, birth and bloocl ; 
 
< III. ) 
 
 i hat glorious Jay exalts the ju# 
 To full dominion o'er the proud. 
 
 £> My Saviour fhall my life reftore, 
 And raife me from my dark abode ; 
 My flefh and foul mall part no more. 
 But dwell forever near my God. 
 
 PSALM 50. Ver. i — 6. Firfl Part. C. Me.trei 
 
 The laft Judgment 5 or, the Saints rewarded. 
 I r TT % HE Lord j the Judge, before his throng 
 1 Bids the whole earth draw nigh, 
 The nations near the rifing fun, 
 i\nd near the Vyeftem Iky. 
 
 No more (nail bold blafphemers fay 4 
 
 Judgment will ne'er begin ; 
 Ko more abufe his long delay 
 
 To impudence and un. 
 
 3 Thron'd on a cloud our Godfhall come^ 
 Bright fl.imes prepare his way, 
 Thunder and darknefs, tire and ftorn> 
 Lead on the dreadful day. 
 
 Heav'n from above his call fhall hear, 
 
 Attending angels come, 
 And earth and hell mall know and fear 
 
 His Juftice and their doom. 
 
 < c But gather all my faints (he cries) 
 " That made their peace with God* 
 
 1* By the Redeemer's facrifice, 
 . g And feal'd it with his blood, 
 
 & £ 
 
( 1'* ) 
 
 $ " Their faith and works brought forth to light, 
 " Shall make the world confefs 
 " My fentence of reward is right, 
 " And heav'n aciore N my grace." 
 
 PSALM 50. Ver. 10, if, 14, ij, 23. S. Part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 Obedience is better than Sacrifice. 
 J nrHUS faith' the Lord, "'the ipacfpus fields 
 " And flocks an i herds are mine, 
 " O'er all the catde ofthe hills 
 Ci I claim a right divine. 
 
 !S " I afk no (beep for faci ifice, 
 
 u Nor bullocks burnt with fire ; 
 " To hope and love, to pray and praife, 
 " Js all that I require. 
 
 3 " Invoke my name when trouble's near, 
 " My hand mall ftt thee free ; 
 " T ; en foaii thy thankful lips declare 
 " T'.t honour due to me. 
 
 " The mafi that offers humble praife, 
 
 (t Declares my glory beft ; , 
 ""Ann tfat>fe that trea '. my holy ways, 
 
 c( Shall my falvation taftei" 
 
 P S A L M 50. Ver. 1,5, 8, 16, si, %i. 
 Third Part Common Metre. 
 The'JiK'gmenr o\ Hypocrites. 
 j X "^7HKtU Chrift to judgment fliail defcena\ 
 And laints lurround their Lord, 
 Jie calls the nations m attend, 
 And hear his awful word* 
 
( "3 ) 
 
 2 ?* Not fey the want of bullock flam 
 
 " Will I the world reprove ; 
 u Altars and rites, and forms are vaia 
 «* Without tiie fire of love. 
 
 3 f* A nd what have hypocrites to do 
 
 " To bring their facrifice ? 
 " They call my ftatutes jyftand true, 
 " But deal in theft and lies. 
 
 4 « Could you expect to 'fbaf'pe my fight* 
 
 (i And fin without controul ; 
 * But I /hall bring your crimes to Lrgfrti 
 «• With anguifli in your foul." 
 
 5 Confider, ye, that flight the Lord, 
 
 Before his wrath appear ; 
 If once you fall beneath his fword, 
 There's no deliv'rer there. 
 
 PSALM 50. Long Metre, 
 Hypocrify expofed. 
 3 HTHE Lord, the Judge, his churches warnf* 
 ■* Let hypocrites attend and fear, 
 Who place the hope in rites and forms, 
 But make not faith nor love their care. 
 
 2 Vile wretches dare rehearfe his name 
 With lips o\ falsehood and deceit ; 
 A friend or brother they defame, 
 And Tooth and flatter thofe they hate. 
 
 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong 3 
 Yet dare to feek their Maker's face ; 
 
 G 3 
 
( "4 ) 
 
 They take Ms covenant on their tongue, 
 But break his laws, abufe his grace. 
 
 4 To heav'/\ they lift tieir hands unclean, 
 Defil'j with luft, tefii'.i with blood; 
 By night they pracYife every fin, 
 
 By clay their mouths draw near to God, 
 
 5 And while his ju Ignvnts long delay, 
 They growfecure and lin the more ; 
 T'ley think he (leers as well as they, 
 And put far oil the urea .ful hour. 
 
 6 Oh dreadful hour ! when Go 1 draws near a 
 And fets their crimes before their eyes ! 
 His wrath their guilty fouls fhall tear, 
 And no deliverer dare to rife. 
 
 P S A L M ;o. To a new Tune, 
 The lad Judgment. 
 'THE Lord, the fov'ieign fen is his fummons forth* 
 Calls the fouth nations, and awakes the nortii; 
 From eaft to wed the founding order f, read 
 Thro' diftaot worlds and leg'ons of the dea ; 
 No more fhall athielts mock his long delay ; 
 His veng'anee fleets no more ; behold the day. 
 
 % Behold, the Judge defcends, his guards are nigh, 
 Temped ani fire attend him down thy fky ; 
 Heav'n, earth and hell, draw near ; let all things 
 To hear his j dlice and the tinner s doom ; [come 
 But gather fir ft my faints (the JuJge commands) 
 Bring them, ye angels, fiom their diilant lands. 
 
 3 Behold, my cov'nant Ilan Is forever good^ 
 SeaPd by th' eternal facrifice in bloody 
 
-( n 5 ) 
 
 A*\\ lignM with all their names ; the Greek the 
 T tat j ail the ancient worfhi> or the new, [Jew 
 There's no dittindion here, :;re; are their thrones, 
 And near me feat my fav'rifes and my fonsv 
 
 jjr I, their alaiighfy Saviour and their God, 
 I am their Ju 'ge j Ye heav'ns prpqktjrn abroad 
 !N!y juft eternal fentence, and declare 
 Thofe awful truths, that linners 'read to hear 5 
 
 v Sinners in bion, tremble and retire ; 
 I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 
 
 j Not for the want of goats or bullocks fliin 
 D ) 1 con le»>n thee \ bulls an l goats are vain$ 
 Without the flames of love ; in vain the (lore 
 Of brutal o:Prings that were mine befoie ; 
 JVlineare the tamer beails an 1 favage breed, [feed. 
 Flocks, herds and £eLs, an J foreits where they 
 
 C If I were hungry, would I *fk thee food ? 
 When did I tfmft, or tafte the victim's blood ?. 
 Can I be flitter'.! with thy cringing bows, 
 Thy folemn chatf rings ani fantajfttic vows? 
 A e my eyes charm'd tny veftrnents to behold, 
 Glaring in gems, an I gay in woven gola ? 
 
 *l Unthinking wretch ! how caul ffl {hou he e to. 
 A God, a fpirit, with fucli toys as theft ? [. leafe 
 V hile with my gra^e and ilatules on thy tongue 
 Thou lov'tf dece*t, an t doll thy brother vvrong ° % 
 In vain to pious forms tliy zeal preten 's, 
 Thieves and a luk'rers are thy chofen friends. 
 
 $ Silent I w lite I with long fail 'ring love, 
 
 But didft thou hope that I friouL ne'er reprove \ 
 G 4 
 
( »« ) 
 
 And cheriflj fuch an impious thought within, 
 That God the righteous would indulge thy f ri ? 
 Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, 
 And thy own crimes anright thy guilty fouj; 
 
 p Sinners, awake betimes : ye fools, be wife ; 
 
 * A wake befot c this dreadful morning rife ; [mend* 
 Change your vain thoughts, your finful woiks a- 
 3Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friena ; 
 Left like a lion hi? hill veng'ance t'ftr'r. 
 Your trembling fouls, and no deliverer near. 
 
 PSAL ivl 50. To the oil proper Tunij. 
 
 I 1 HE God of glory (ends his fummons forth j 
 
 Calls the fouth nations and awakes the north 5 
 From eaft to wed the fov'reign orders f\ read, 
 Thro' dihV.nt word is and regions of the lea !, 
 
 The trum r et foun:!s, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices ; 
 
 Lift uj) your heads, ye faints, with cheerful voices. 
 
 7> No more fhall afheiits mock his long delay ; 
 
 His veng'ance deep no more : bdiol ; the day ; 
 
 Behol.i the Ju^'ge defcends ; his guards are nigh ; 
 
 Tempeft and fire attend him down the fky. 
 When God appears, all nature fhall a::cre him ; 
 Wmle tinners tiembles, faints rejoice before him. 
 
 3 " Heav n, earth and hell, draw near ; let all things! 
 come 
 " To hear my jaflice and the finner's doom : 
 " Rut gather full my faints, the Judge commands : 
 " Bring them, ye angels, from their idflant lands. 
 
 When Chrift returns, wake ev'ry cheerful raflion ; 
 
 And (hunt, ye famts, he comes tor your falvation, . 
 
( l« ) 
 
 4. ff Behold my cov'nant Hands forever good;, 
 
 " Seal'J by fh' eternal facrifice in blood. ' [Jew 
 '* And fgn\j with all their names ; t le Greeks the 
 " That paid the ancient worlhipor the new. 
 There's no diftinclion here ; join all your voices, 
 An I raile pout heads, ye faints, for heav'n rejoices. 
 
 j <( Here (faith the Lord), ye angels fpread their 
 thrones, 
 <e And near me feat my favVites and my fons, 
 " Come, my receem'j, pofTcfs the joys prepared 
 te Ere time began, r t is your uivine reward. 
 
 When Chrifl returns, wake ev'ry cheerful paifion ; 
 
 And. About, ve faints, he comes for your falvation. 
 
 Pause the Firft. 
 <5 " I am the Saviour, I thj? almighty God, [broad 
 t( The fov'reign Ju 'ge : ye lieay'ns proclaim a- 
 t( V'y jufl eternal fentence, and declare 
 " Thofe awful truths that miners dread to hear. 
 Wihen God appears all nature (hail adore him, 
 While Gnners tremble, faints rejoice before him. 
 
 J- " Stan J forth, thou boll blafphemer, and profane, 
 <( Now feel my wrath, nor cali my threafniugi 
 
 vain ; 
 ** Thou hypocrite, one drefl in faint's attire, 
 ie I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 
 Judgment proceeds, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices 5 
 Lift up your heads, ye faints, with cheeiful voices, 
 
 £ " Not for the want of goats, or bullocks (lata 
 c( Do I condemn thee \ bulls and goats are van 
 
( »8 | 
 
 ff Without the flames oflove ; in vain the flor$ 
 " Of brutal offerings that were mine before. 
 Earth is the Lord's, all nature fhall a ore him ; 
 While finners tremble, faints rejoice before hirn. 
 
 ) il If I were hungry, would I afk thee food ? 
 " When did I third or drink thy bullocks blood I 
 t( Mine are t)ie tamer beails and favage breed, 
 * ( Flocks, herds, and fields, and forefts where they 
 All is the Lord's, he rules the wide creation; [feed. 
 Gives linners veng'ance, and the faints falvation. 
 
 iO " Can I beflatter'd with thy cringing bows, 
 " Thy folemn chattering* and fantaltic vows ? 
 u Are my eves chattn'J thy veflments to behold, 
 t( Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold ? 
 God is the judge of hearts, no fair difguifts 
 Canfcreen the guilty when his vengeance rifes. 
 
 Pause the Second. 
 ; i " Unthinking wretch ! how cculd'ft thou hope to 
 " A God, a fpirit, with fuch toys as thefe ? [pleafe 
 While with my grace and (fatutes on thy tongue, 
 *' Thou lov'ft deceit, and doll thy brother wrong, 
 Judgment proceeds, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices; 
 Lift up your heads, ye faints, with cheerful voice.s, 
 
 12 " In vain to pious forms thy zeal j re tends*; 
 " Thieves and adult'rers are thychofen friends ; 
 < f While the faife flatt'rer at rny ahar waits, 
 tl His harden'd foul ciivine inftru<5lion hates. 
 God is the judge of hearts, no fair dilguifes 
 pan icreen the guilty when his vengeance rifes* 
 
( H9 ) 
 
 S3 « Silent T waited with long fufPringlore 5 
 '< But di.i'lt thou hope that I ihouid ne'er reprove? 
 €f And cherifli fuch an impious thought within, 
 *? Tiat the All- Holy would indulge thy fin ? * 
 See God appears all nations join t' adore him : 
 Judgment proceeds, and linnets fall before him. 
 
 14 « BehoUmy terrors now ; my thunders roll, 
 ? And thy own crimes adright thy guilty foul 5 
 e< Now like a lion (hall my vengeance tear 
 " Thy bleeding heart and no celiv rer near. 
 Judgment concludes, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices^ 
 Lift up your heads, ye faints, with qheerful voices* 
 
 Epiphonema, 
 
 1.5 " Sinners awake betimes ; ye fools,, be wife ; 
 " Awake before this dreauful morning rife : 
 " Change your vain thoughts, your finful workf-, 
 
 amend, 
 <( Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend 
 Then join yefaiats, wake ev'ty cheerful pafTion 
 WnenQhriit returns, he comes for your falvatio 
 
 P S. U M ;i, FirftPart Long Vetn? 
 A Penitent pleading for Pardon. 
 X QHOW pity, Loru, O Lord, forgive^ 
 k/ Let a repenting rebel live ; 
 Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
 May not a (inner truft in thee ? 
 
 £ My crimes are great, but can't furpaffc. 
 The pow'r and glory of thy grace ; 
 Great God, thy nature hath no bounds 
 So let thy parct'ning love be found ! 
 
( 120 ) 
 
 * w^fb thy foul from evVy fin, 
 
 >\nd make my guilty conference clean $ 
 Here on my heart the burden lies, 
 Ana pail o.\ences pain m we eyes. 
 
 4 My lips with fhame my fins conftfs 
 Againft thy law, againft thy grace ; 
 
 jLc > r-J, {ho u Id thy judgment grow fevere, 
 I am condemnM; but thou art clear ? 
 
 5 Should fucJden vengeance faze my breathy 
 I mtiff pronounce thee jufl in death ; 
 And if my foul were fent to hell, 
 
 Thy righteous law approves it well. 
 
 6 Yet fave a trembling fmner, Lord, 
 Whcfe hope ilill hov'ring round thy word, 
 Won!. 1 Ijgfo't o:i iome fweet promife there* ' 
 
 \ Somefurc fupport a^aimt deipair. 
 
 P 3 A L M 5.1. Second Part. Long Metre. 
 
 Criminal and actual Sin confefled. 
 l T CRD, I am vile, conceiv'd in fin, 
 ±J r\n i born unholy and unclean, 
 Spriirg from the man whofe guilty fall 
 Con-Li; ts the race, and taints us all. 
 
 % Soon as we draw our infant breath, 
 
 The feeds of fin grow up for death, 
 
 " i.c law demands a perfect heart ; 
 
 But we're defii'd in every part. 
 c [Great God event? my heart anew., 
 
 And fonj* my fyhfit pure and true ; 
 
_ ( »*t ) 
 
 O make me wife betimes toi\ y 
 My clanger and my remedy.] 
 
 4 Behold I fall before thy face ; 
 My only refuge is thy grace ; 
 
 No outward forms can make me clean $ 
 The leprcfylies deep within. 
 
 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beaft, 
 Nor hylop-branch, nor fprinkling prieilj 
 Nor running brook, nor flood, nor fea»/ 
 Can warn the difmal (lain away. *^ 
 
 6 Jefus, my CJo !, thy blood alone 
 Hath pow'r futficient to atone ; 
 
 Thy blood can make me white as fnow j 
 No Jewifli types could cleanfe me fo. 
 
 ,j While guilt difturbs and b/eaks my peace. 
 Nor flefh nor foul hath reft or eafe ; 
 Lord, let me heat* thy pard'ning voice ; 
 And make my broken heart rejoice. 
 
 P S A L M 5,'. Third Part. Long Metre, 
 The Backflider restored ; or, Repentance and Faith 
 
 in the Blood of Chri{L. 
 I /'"X THOU thathear'n: whenfmners cry, 
 
 V / Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, 
 
 Behold them not with angry look, 
 
 But blot their mern'ry from thy book. 
 
 % Create my nature pure within , 
 And for m .my foul averfe to 6n : 
 Let thy good fpirit ne'er depart, 
 |>Jor hide thy pYefeace from my Hfedtfr 
 
( I** ) 
 
 ; I cannot live without thy light, 
 
 Cad out and banifh'd from rhy Cght % 
 Thine holy joys, my Go 1 reftore, 
 An:! guard me, that 1 fall no more. 
 
 f Tho' I have griev'd thy fpirit, Lord, 
 Thy help and comfort ftill a.iord , 
 An 1 let a wretch come near thy throne, 
 To plead the merits of thy Son. 
 
 £ A broken heart my God, my King, 
 Is all the facrifice I bring ; 
 The God of grace will ne'er defpife 
 A broken heart for facrifice. 
 
 My foul lies humbled la the duft, 
 " And owns thy dreadful fentence jufl ; 
 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, 
 And fare the foul condemn'd to die. 
 
 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways ; 
 Sinners fhall learn thy fov'reign grace ; 
 1'ii lead them to my Saviour's blood, 
 And they (ball praife a pard'ning God. 
 
 j? O may thy love infpire my tongue ! 
 Solvation (ball be all my fong : 
 And all my pow'rs fhall join to bleis 
 The Lord my firength and right eoufnefs. 
 
 rSALM 51. Wr. 3—33. Firft Part. Com. IVetre, 
 Original and acluai Sin confefled and pardoned. 
 
 J I ORD, I would fpread my (ore diflrefs 
 *-"* And guilt before thine eyes ; 
 
 Againft thy laws, againft thy grace, 
 How high my crimes arife j 
 
( i*J ) 
 
 5 Should 'ft thou condemn my foul to hell, 
 And crufli my fkm to dull, 
 
 Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well/ 
 . And earth mi. fi: own it juijr. 
 
 3 I from the flock of Adam came/ 
 
 Unholy and unclean ; 
 All my original is fhame, 
 And all my nature (in. 
 
 4 Born in a world of guilt, I drev? 
 
 Contagion with my breath ; 
 AnJ as my days a vanc'u I grew 
 
 A juiter prey for death. - , 
 
 j Cleanfe me, O Lord, an 1 cheer my Ida] 
 With thy forgiving \ovq ; 
 Oh make my broken fpii it whole, 
 And bid my pains remove. 
 
 6 Let not thy fpirit e'er depart, 
 
 Nor drive me from thy face ; 
 Create anew my vicious heart, 
 And fill it with thy grace. 
 
 j Then will I' make thy mercy known 
 Before the fons of men ; 
 Backsliders fliafl addrefs thy throne, 
 And turn to God again. 
 PSALM 51'. Ver. 14—17. Sec. Part. Com. Metre, 
 t Repentance and Faith in the Blcod of Christ. 
 1 (T~\ GOD of mercy, hear my call, 
 V_>^ My loads of guilt remove, 
 Break down this feuarating wall 
 That bars me from thy lore. 
 
( 1*4 ) 
 i Give me the pretence of thy grace j 
 
 Then my rejoicing tongue, 
 Shall fpeak atylid thy righteowhefsj 
 
 And make thy praife my fong. 
 
 3 No blood of goats nor heifer flairi 
 For Gn could e'er atone ; 
 
 The death ofChrifl fhallilill remairi 
 Sufficient and alone. 
 
 4 A foul oppreft vt'itii fin's defert 
 My God will ne'er defpife : 
 
 A humble groan, a broken htitrt 
 Is our belt facrifice. 
 
 P S A L M 52. Cor.mon Metre. 
 The Difap-pointment of the wicked. 
 
 1 YTFHY fhordd trie mighty make their bo?£> 
 
 ** And heav'nly grace clefpife? 
 In their own.arm they put their truft ; 
 And fill their mpifth with lies. 
 
 2 But God in vengeance mail deftn&yy 
 And drive them from his face ; 
 
 No more (hall they his church annoy, 
 nor find on earth a place. 
 
 3 But like a'cuUqrM pf"^ grow, 
 
 Dreft in immortal green, 
 Thy children blooming in thy love, 
 Amid thy courts are feen. 
 
 4 On thine eternrd grace, O Lord,' 
 Thy faimVfKail reft fecure, 
 
 And all who trujft thy holy word 
 Shall bud fa! vat ion fuse, 
 
( wj ) 
 
 PSlLM 52. Long Metr.9, 
 The Folly cf Self- Dependance. 
 ^X7H"^ mould the haughty hero boaft 
 
 * His vengeful arm, his warlike hofl 3 
 While bloo,d defiles his cruel hand, 
 And defolation wailes the land. 
 
 He joys to hear the caotive's cry, 
 The wi Jo w's groan, the orphan's figh : 
 And wheji the weary'd fword would (jparej 
 His falfehood fpreads the fatal fnare. 
 
 He triumphs in the deeds of wrong, 
 And arms with rage his impious tongue$ 
 With pride proclaims his dreadful pow'r, 
 And bids the trembling world adore. 
 
 But God heholds, and with a frown, 
 Caft. to the duft his honours down ; , 
 The righteous freed, their fyppes recal^ 
 I And h',iil the proud opprefibr's fall. 
 
 ; How long the infusing tyrant lies, 
 Who dar'd th' eternal pow/r defpife j 
 And vainly deem'd with envious jcy a 
 His arm Almighty to deftroy. 
 
 > We praife the Lord, who heard ourcrieS, 
 And fent falvation from the fkies ; 
 -The faints who Caw oar mournful days, 
 Shall join our -grateful fongs of praife. 
 
 ? S A L M .53. Ver. 4— 6. Common Me>re, 
 Victory " and Deliverance from Perfection. 
 RE all the foes of Sicn fools 
 
 Who thus eieftroys her faints? H 
 
 A ! 
 
( «»5 ) 
 Bo they not know her Saviour rutoj 
 An.! pties her corn; hints? 
 
 * Try rhall be feizM with fdJ furprifc ; 
 For God's avenging arm 
 Shall crufh the hand th^t dares arife t 
 To do his children harm. 
 
 5 In vain the fans of fatan boaft 
 
 Of armies in array ; 
 Whon God has fitfl JefpisM their !iofl a 
 They fall an eafy prey. 
 
 4 Oh for a word from Sion's King, 
 Her captives to reftore ! 
 The joyful faints thy praife (nail fing, 
 Ana Ifr'ei weep no more. 
 
 PSALM 54. Common Metre* 
 
 X TQEHOi.D us, Lord, and let our cry -, 
 I £ Before thy throne afcend, 
 Caft thou on us a pitying eye, -*^ 
 
 And ftill our lives defend.' ' J^ 
 
 • 
 
 6 For flaught'ring foes infult us round, 
 
 Oppremve, proud and vain, 
 They cad thy temples to the ground. 
 And all our rites profane. 
 
 5 Yet thy forgiving grace we trull, 
 And in thy powY rejoice ; 
 Thine arm fhall crufb our fots to fliifti 
 
 'ijhy praife iofpire cur voice. 
 
( m ) 
 
 4 Be thou with thofe whofe friendly hand 
 
 Upheld us in diftrr f>, 
 Extend thy truth through ev'ry land, 
 And ftilj thy people blefs. 
 
 PSALM 55. Ver. i,8> 16, 17, 1-8, iy Com, Met. 
 Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul* 
 
 5 ^^ GOD, my refcge, hear my cries, 
 **-J Behold my flowing tears, 
 
 For earth and hell my hurt devife.. 
 And triumph in my fears. 
 
 % Their rage is level'd at my life, 
 - My foul with guilt they load, 
 And fill my thoughts with in ward (trife, 
 To (Lake my hope in God. 
 
 3 What inward pains my heart-firings woundj 
 
 I groan with ev'ry breath ; _ 
 Horror and fear befet me round 
 Amongftthe (hades of death. 
 
 4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove, 
 
 And innocence had wings ; 
 
 I'd fly, and make a long remove 
 
 From all thefe reftlefs tilings. 
 
 5 Let me to fome wild dpferl go, 
 
 And find a peaceful home, 
 Where fiorms of malice never blov?^ 
 Temptations never come. 
 
 $ Vain hopes, and vain inventions all 
 To J fcape the rage of hell ! 
 The mighty God on whom I call; 
 Can fave me here as well 
 
( »»« ) 
 
 "Pause. 
 Q By morning light I'll feek his face, 
 At noon repeat my cry, 
 The night mall hear me afk his grace, 
 Nor wlM he long deny. 
 
 8 Go i mail preferve my foul from fear* 
 Or fhield me when afraid ; 
 Ten thoufand angels rauft appear 
 If he com land their aid. 
 
 <*> I caft my burdens on the Lord, 
 The Lord fuflains them all ; 
 My courage reds upon his word, 
 That faints (hall never fait. 
 
 fco My higheft hopes mall not be va/a, 
 My lips mall fpread his praife ; 
 While cruel and deceitful men, 
 Scarce live out half their days. 
 
 PSALM 55. Ver. 15, 16, 1 7 19, 22. Short Metre* 
 1 J] ET finners take their courfe, 
 
 A-J And choofe the road to death ; 
 
 But in the worth ip of my God 
 I'll fpend my daily breath. 
 
 $ My thoughts addrefs his throne,, 
 
 When morning brings the light ; 
 I feek his blefhngs ev'ry noon, 
 And pay my vows at night. 
 
 « Thou wilt regard my cries, 
 O my eternal God, 
 While lirmers perifh in farprife 
 ' 'Beneath thine argry red* 
 
{ '™9 ) 
 ft hecaufe thej dwell at eafe, 
 And no fad changes feel, 
 They neither fear nor trull thy name^ 
 Nor learn to do thy will. 
 
 c But I with all my cares. 
 
 Will lean upon the Lord ; 
 
 I'll caft my burdens on, his arm? 
 
 And reft upon his word. 
 
 jg His arm fha!I wtll fuftain 
 The children of his love ; 
 The ground on which their fafety ftancb> 
 No earthly pow'r can move. 
 
 PS A L M 56. Co-nmon Metre. 
 Deliverance from Oppreffion and Fa.lfehood : c 
 God's Care of his People, in anfwer to Faith aai 
 Prayer. 
 5 f \ THOU whofe juitice reigns en higfy 
 \ J And makes th ? oppreflbr ceafe, 
 Behold how envious linaers try 
 To vex and break my peace. 
 
 $ The fons of violence and lies 
 Join to devour me, Lord ; 
 But as my hourly dangers rife> 
 3V'y refuge is thy word. 
 
 In God moil holy, jufl, and true, 
 
 I have repos'd my trail ; 
 Nor will I fear what fiefo can do, 
 
 The oifspring of the duft. 
 
 They wrefl my words to mifchkfflil^ 
 Charge me with unknown faults ; 
 
 n i 
 
( >3© ) 
 
 For mifchiefs all their counfels fill, 
 And malice all their thoughts. 
 
 5 Shall they efcape without thy frown ? 
 
 Muft their devices (land ? 
 Oh call the haughty finner down. 
 And let him know thy hand ! 
 
 Pause. 
 
 6 God fees the forrows of his faints, 
 
 Their groans affed his ears ; 
 Thy mercy counts my juft complaints., 
 And numbers all my tears. 
 
 7 When to thy throne I raife my cry> 
 
 The wicked fear and flee : 
 So fwift is pray'r to reach the fty, 
 So near is God to me. 
 
 8 In thee, moft holy, juft, and true, 
 
 I have repos'd my truft j 
 Nor will I fear what man can do> 
 The offspring oftheduft. 
 
 9 Thy folemn vows are on me, Lord, 
 
 Thou {halt receive my praife ; 
 
 I'll fittg, how faithful is thy word ! 
 
 How righteous all thy ways ! 
 
 10 Thou haftfecur'd my foul from death> 
 
 Oh fet thy pris'ner free, 
 That heart and hand, and life and breatlt 
 May be employ 'd for thee. 
 
 
( i3' ) 
 
 PSALM 57. Long Metre. 
 Praife for Protection ; Grace and Truth, 
 t \ 4 Y Gad in whom are all the fprings, 
 
 JVA Ofboundlefs love and grace unknown 
 , Hide me beneath thy fpreading wings, 
 Till the dark cloud is overblown. 
 
 % Up to the heav'ns I fend my cry, 
 The Lord will my defires perform 5 
 He fends his angel from the fky, 
 And faves me fiom the threading florm. 
 
 % Be thou exalted, O my God, 
 
 Above the heav'ns where angels dwell % 
 Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, 
 And land to land thy wonders tell. 
 
 4 My heart is fix'd : my fong fhall raife 
 Immortal honours to thy name ; 
 Awake, my tongue, to found his praife^, 
 My tongue, the glory of my frame. 
 
 5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns. 
 And reaches to the utmofl iky ; 
 His truth to endlefs years remains, 
 When lower worlds diffolve and die* 
 
 6 Be thou exalted, O my God, 
 
 Above the heav'ns where angels dwell ; 
 Thy pow*r on earth be known abroad, 
 And land to land thy wonders tell. 
 
 P S A L M 58. As the 1 13th Pfafm^ 
 Warning to Magiflrates. 
 \_ T UDGES, who rule the world by laws* 
 I Will ye defpife the righteous caufe, 
 
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 When vile oppreflion wafles the land ? 
 t)are ye condemn the righteous poor, 
 And let rich linnets 'fcape fecure, 
 ^ While gold and greatnefs bribe your hand \ 
 
 $ Hare ye forgot, or never knew 
 
 That God will ju ! ge the ju:!e;es too ? 
 
 High in the heav'ns his juftlce reigns £ 
 Yet you invade the rights of Co J ; 
 And fend your boll decrees abroad 
 To bind the confcience in your chains. 
 
 3 A ] oifoiiYi arrow is your torguc, 
 The arrow fkarp the poifon flrohg, 
 
 And death aitends where'er it wounds J 
 You hear no counfels, cries or tears ; 
 bo the deaf adder floj s her ears ! 
 
 Againft the pow'r of charmtfig fo'jnJ^ 
 
 4 Break out ihi/ir teeth, eternal Go d ; 
 Thofe teeth of lions dy\l in bloo ..: ; 
 
 Ani crufh the ferpents in the deft, 
 As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rife, 
 Before the f weeping tern; eh 1 flies, 
 
 So let their Hopes and names be loft, 
 
 5 TI»' Almighty thunders from the fky, 
 - Their grand ? ur melts, their titles die, 
 
 As hills offnow diilolve and run* 
 Or (nails tnSt peri(h in their (lime, 
 Ov births that come before their time. 
 
 Vain births that never fee t^c fun. 
 
 fjThiisihdl the veng'ance oj. the Lf>r4 
 Safety and joy to Qiints afford | 
 
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 And all that here frail join and fay, 
 S-.ire there's a God that rules on high;, 
 A God fhat hears his children cry, 
 <•' And Will their ftfrPriags well repay.* 3 
 PSAL M 59. Short Metre. 
 Prayer for national Deliverance. 
 FvO vl joes that round us rife, 
 O God of heav'n, defend, 
 Who brave the veng'ance of the ikies, 
 And with thy faints contend. 
 
 Behold, from diflant (hores, 
 
 And defert wilds they con;?, 
 Combine for blood their barb'rous force, 
 
 And thro' thy cities roam. 
 
 Beneath the filent (hade, 
 
 Their facred plots they lay, 
 Our peaceful walls by night invade, 
 
 And walk the fields by day. 
 
 And will the God of grace, 
 
 Regardlefs of our pain, 
 Permit fecure that impious race^ 
 
 To riot in their reign ? 
 
 In vain their fecret guile, 
 
 Or open force they prove ; 
 His eye can pierce there deeped veil, 
 
 His hand their ftrength remove. 
 
 Yet fave them, Lord from death, 
 
 Left we forget their doom ; 
 But drive them with thine angry breaih^ 
 
 Thro' uiAaat lauds to roam. 
 
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 1 Then fhall our grateful voice 
 Proclaim our guardian God ;. 
 The nations round the earth rejoice* 
 And found thy praife abroad. 
 
 PSALM 60. Common Metre. 
 Looking to God in the Diftrefs of War. 
 5, T ORD thou haft fcourg'd our guilty lanc!^ 
 8 J Behold thy people mourn ; 
 Shall veng'ance ever guide thy hand ? 
 And mercy ne'er return ? 
 
 2, Beneath the terrors of thine eye, 
 Earth's haughty towers decay ; 
 Thy frowning mantle fpreads the iky. 
 And mortals melt away. 
 
 3 OurSion trembles at thy ftroke, 
 
 And dreads thy lifted hand ; 
 Oh, heal the people thou haft broke^ 
 And lave the finking land. 
 
 4 Exalt thy banner in the field, 
 
 For thofe that fear thy name ; 
 From barb'rous hofts our nation fhield A 
 And put our foes to fhame. 
 
 5 Attend our armies to the fight, 
 
 And be their guardian God ; 
 In vain (hall numerous pow'rs unite, 
 Againft thy lifted rod. 
 
 £ Our troops, beneath thy guiding hand. 
 Shall gain a glad renown : 
 fJTis God who makes the feeble ftand ; 
 And treads the mighty down. 
 
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 t S A L M 61. Ver. i—6. Short M£ire, 
 
 Safety in God. 
 X T TT HEN over whelm'd with grief, 
 * * My heart within me dies* 
 Helplefs and far from all relief 
 To heav'n I lift mine eyes. 
 
 O lead me to the rock 
 
 That s high above my bead, 
 And make the covert of thy wing! 
 
 My fhelter and my made. 
 
 g Within thy prefence, Lord, 
 For ever I'll abide ; 
 Thou art thetow'r of my defencej 
 The refuge where I hide. 
 
 4 Thou giveft me the lot 
 
 Of thofe that fear thy name ; 
 If endlefs life be their reward, 
 I mall polTefs the fame. 
 
 PSALM 6i. Ver. 5— ii. Long Metre.. 
 No Truft in the Creatures ; or, Faith in DivinS 
 Grace and Power. 
 
 MY fpirit looks to God alone ; 
 My rock and refuge is his throne.^; 
 In all my fears, in all my flraits, 
 My foul on his falvation waits. 
 
 Trull: him, ye faints, in all your ways, 
 Pour out your hearts before his face ; 
 When helpers fail, and foes invade, 
 GoJ is cur sli-fufficient aid. 
 
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 5 Falfe are the men of high degree ; 
 The bafer fort are vanity ; 
 Laid in the balance both appear 
 L igh t as a puIF of em pty air. 
 
 4 Make not increaGng gold your truft, 
 Nor fet your hearts on glitt'riog duft ; 
 Why will you grafp the fleeting fmoke, 
 And not believe what God has fpoke? 
 
 5 Once has his awful voice declared 
 Once and a gain my ears have heard, 
 ii Ail power is his eternal due ;" 
 
 He mult be fear'dand trufled too. 
 
 6 For fov'reign pow'r reigns not alone, 
 Grace is a partner of the throne : 
 Thy grace and juflice, mighty Lord, 
 Shall well divide our laft reward. 
 
 P S A L M 63. Ver. 1,2, jr, 3, 4. 
 Common Metre. 
 The Morning of a Lord's Day. 
 t T7 ARLY, my God, without delay, 
 I_J I hafie to ftrt k thy face ; 
 My thirfly fnirit faints away 
 Without thy cheeringgrace. 
 
 1 So pilgrims on the fcorching fand 
 
 Beneath a burning iky, 
 Long; for a cooling ftream at hand, 
 
 And they muft drink or die. 
 g I've feen thy glory and thy pow'r 
 
 Thro' all thy temple (Line ; 
 
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 My God, repeat that heavenly hcur> 
 That vinon fo divine. 
 
 4 Not ail the bieflings of a feaft 
 
 Can pleafe my foul fo well, 
 As when thy richer grace 1 tafte, 
 And in thy prefence dwell. 
 
 5 Not life irfelf with all its joys, 
 
 Can my beft faflions move, 
 Or raiie io high my cheerful voice/ 
 As thy forgiving love. 
 
 6 Thus til! my laft expiring day 
 
 I'll blefs my God and King ; 
 Thus \v iii I lift my hands to pray. 
 And tune my lips to f;ng. 
 FSALM63 1 . Ver. 6— 10. Sec. Part. Com. Metre 
 
 Midnight Thoughts rccollecled. 
 % 'TWAS in the watches of the night 
 I t h on gh t u p c n thy do w V , 
 I kept thy lovely face in light 
 Amicfl the darker! hour. 
 
 £ My fiefh lay retting on my hzd, , 
 My foul afofe on high ; 
 My Go !,.my ; ; fe, my hope, I fa id/ 
 Bring thy falvation nigh. 
 
 3 My {^>Frft Favours up thine hill, 
 
 And climbs -fie heav'nly road ;' 
 Buftfcy rrght hand upholds me ftiify 
 While I purfue my G^ i. 
 
 4 Thy mercy ffrercnes o T er my head 
 
 Tlieffcaddfc 6f thy wings; 
 
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 My heart rejoices in thine aid> 
 My tongue awakes and fings. 
 
 5 But thedeftroycrs of my peace 
 Shall fret and rage in vain ; 
 The tempter ftiall for ever ceafe, 
 And all my fins be (lain. 
 
 I Thy fword fhall give my foes to death, 
 And fend them down to dwell 
 In the dark caverns of the earth, 
 Or in the deeps of hell. 
 
 PSALM 63. Long Metres 
 Longing after God : or, the Love of God better 
 
 than Life. 
 1 f* RE AT God, indulge my humble claim, 
 VJT Thou art my hope, my joy, my reft 5 
 The glories that compofe thy name 
 Stand all engag'd to make me bleft. 
 
 % Thou great and good, thou juft and wife. 
 Thou art my Father and my God ; 
 And I am thine by facred ties ; 
 Thy fon, thy fervant bought with blood. 
 
 3 with heart and eyes, and lifted hands* 
 For thee I long, to thee I look. 
 As travellers in thrifty lands 
 Pant for the cooling water broke. 
 
 4. "With early feet I love t> appear 
 
 Among the faints, and feek thy face 5 
 Oft have I feen thy glory there, 
 And felt the pow"r of fov'reign grace. 
 
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 5 Not fruits, nor wines that tempt our taSe* 
 No pleafures that to fenfe belong, 
 
 Could make me fo divinely bleft, 
 Or raife fo high my cheerful fong* 
 
 6 My life itfelf without thy love 
 No tafle or pleafure could afford ; 
 
 ? T would but a tirefome burthen prove^. 
 If I were bani/Vd from the Lord. 
 
 5. Amidft the wakeful hours of night, 
 When bufy cares affiicl my head, 
 One thought, of thee gives new delight^ 
 And adds refrefhment to my bed. 
 
 8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raife my voice, 
 While I have breath to pray or praife ; 
 This work (hall make my heart rejoice^, 
 And blefs the remnant of my days 
 
 PSALM 63. Short Metr 
 Seeking God. 
 
 xVJL This joy, to call thee mine 5, 
 And let my early cries prevail 
 To, tafle thy love divine. 
 
 ft My thirfly fainting foul 
 
 Thy mercy does implore : 
 
 Not travellers in defert lands 
 
 Can pant for water more. 
 
 £. Within thy churches, Lord, 
 I long to find my place, 
 Thy pow'r and glory to behold^ 
 " Aadfed thy ojuick'niDg grac:,, 
 
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 4 Fc Bfte wuhoirt thy It /e 
 
 fro relr/K can afto . : 
 
 No joy can be com; ar\! with t;il: 5 
 To ierve and pleafe the Lor J. 
 
 £ To thee I'll lift my hands, 
 
 And praile thee while [ live ; 
 
 Not th? rich dainties of a feaft 
 Such food or pleafure give. 
 
 6 In wakeful ty?ut$ of nijiht, 
 
 I call ray God to mind ; 
 I think hpW wife thy counfels ar£» 
 And all t}.y dealings kind. 
 
 7 Since thou ba.fi been my help, 
 
 To thee ray fpirit flits, 
 And on thy watchful providence* 
 My cheerful ho^e relies. 
 
 5 The fhadow of thy wings. 
 
 My foul in f^cty keeps : 
 I follow where my Father leads, 
 And he Cupports ray ftepsi 
 
 PSALM 64. Long Mctrft 
 5 /*"> REAT God, attend to ray corapIaHlil 
 
 • '. Jf Nor let ray drooping fpirif faint ; 
 When foes in lecrel £pread the fna-e, 
 Let my falvation be thy care. 
 S Shield me without and guard within, 
 From t reach rous foes and deadly lin $■ 
 May envy, lull, and pride depart* 
 And heav'idy grr.ee expand my heart- 
 
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 g Thyii'flice and thy powV difplay^ 
 An J icatterfar thy foes away ; 
 "While lifPning nations learn thy wditifj 
 And iaintstriumphant bjefs the Lord, ' 
 4 Then (hall thy church exalt her voice, 
 And all that love ihy name rejoice ; 
 By faith approach thine awful throne. 
 And plead fhe merits of thy Son. 
 
 PSALM 65 Ver. 1-5 13. Fisfl Part. Long Metre, 
 
 Public Prater and Praiie, 
 l THE praife of Siori \\ aits for thee, 
 
 My God : -and praife becomes ihy boufe | 
 There (hall thy faints thy glory fee, 
 And there perform their public vows, 
 
 .% O thou whofe mercy bends the fkies 
 To fave when humble finners pray \ 
 All lands to thee (nail lift their eyes. 
 And ev'ry yielding heart obey. 
 
 3 Again ft my will my f;ns prevail, 
 
 But grace (hall purge away the (lain \ 
 
 - The blood of L'hrifl will never fail 
 
 To waftn my garments white again. 
 
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 4 Bled is the man whom thou (Lair choofej 
 And give him kind accefs to "thee ; 
 Give him i. place within thy houfe, 
 
 To tafle thy love divine! y free. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 I Let Babel fear when Sion prays \ 
 ' Babel ure^re for long ciiflrefs* 
 
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 When Sion's God himfelf array? 
 In terror and in righteoufnefs. 
 
 6 With dreadful glory God fulfils 
 What his afflicted faints requeft ; 
 And with almighty wrath reveals 
 His love to give his churches reit. 
 
 7 Then fhall the flocking nations run 
 To Sion's hill and own their Lord 5 
 The riling and the fettingfun 
 Shall fee the Saviour's name ador'd. 
 
 PSALM 65 Ver. 5-13. Second Part. Long Metre. 
 J)ivine Providence in Air, Earth and fea } or, the* 
 
 God of Nature and Grace. 
 I "THE God of our falvation hears 
 
 The groans of Sion mix'd with tears \ 
 Yet when he eomes with kind defigns, 
 Thro' all the way his terror fhines. 
 
 % On him the race of man depends, 
 Far as the earth's remctcft ends, 
 Where the Creator's name is known a 
 By nature's feeble light alone. 
 
 3 Sailors that travel o'er the flood, 
 Addrefs their frighted fouls to Go J, 
 When tempefts rage and billows roar 
 At dreadful diftance from the fhore. 
 
 4 He bids the rioify tempefts ceafe : 
 Me calms the raging crowd to peace, 
 When a tumult'ous nation raves 
 Wild as the winds, and loud as waves;, 
 
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 £ Whole kingdoms fhaken by the floniij 
 He fettles in a peaceful form ; 
 Mountains eftab'iiVd by his hand 
 Firm on their old foundations fland. 
 
 6 Behold his enfigns fweep the &y, 
 New coqjets blaze and lightnings flyj 
 The heathen lands with fwift furprife, 
 From the bright horrors turn their eyes-, 
 
 7 At his command the morning ray 
 Smiles in the eaft, and leads the day, 
 He guides the fun's declining wheels 
 Over the tops of weilern hills. 
 
 S Seafons and times obey his voice ; 
 The ev'ning and the morn rejoice 
 To fee the earth made foft with fhow'rsj 
 Laden with fruit and dreft in flow'rs. 
 
 p 'Tis from his wat'ry flores on high, 
 He gives the thirily ground fupply : 
 Ke walks upon the clouds, and thence 
 Doth his enriching drops difpenfe. 
 
 f o The defer t grows a fruitful field, 
 Abundant fruit the vallies yield ; 
 The vallies fhout with cheerful voice, 
 And neigh'bring hills repeat their joys, 
 
 i i The paftures fnsile in green array, 
 There lambs and larger cattle play ; 
 The larger cattle and the lamb, 
 Each in his language fpeaks thy name/ 
 
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 iz Thy works pronounce thy j-.owV da ine ; 
 O er tv'ry fMj thy glories mine ; 
 Thro' cv'ry month thy gifts appear : 
 Great God, thy goodnefs crowns the year ! 
 
 PSALM 65. Firft part. Common M#r!& 
 
 A Prayer-hearing God, and the Gentiles called. 
 
 1 1TJR AISE waits in Sfon, Lord, for thee, 
 !C Inhere mall our vows be paid ; 
 
 Thou hail an ear when (inners pray, 
 All ffeflj Iliall Peek thine aid. 
 
 2 Lard, our iniquities prevail, 
 
 But par.-'ning giact is thine, 
 And thou wilt grant us pow'r and (kill 
 To conquer ev ry (in. 
 
 3 Bled ar<e the men .whom thou wilt choof: 
 
 To bring them near thy face, 
 Give them a dwelling in thine houfe, 
 Tofeaft upon thy grace. p 
 
 4. In anfwVing what thy church requefls, 
 Thy truth and terror mine, 
 And works of dreadful righteoufnefs. 
 Fulfil thy kind deCgn. 
 
 jr Thus mall trie worid'ring nations fee 
 The Lord is goo.' and juft ; 
 An 1 ciift'ant iflarids fly to thee, 
 And make thy name their truft. 
 
 6 They dread thy glittVIrtg tokens, >L or J3 
 Whenrtfigrns in heav'n appear ; 
 But they fhall learn thy holy wordj 
 nd love as well as fear. 
 
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 $SALM Cy Second Part. Common Met?.'?, 
 The Providence of God in Air, Earth and Sea \ ©jrJ 
 
 the Bleffings of Rain. 
 I ' ^"|' H IS by thy ftrength the mountains &and> 
 1 God ofeternai pow'r ; 
 The fea grows calm at thycommandj 
 And tempeits ceafe to roar, 
 
 i Thy morning light and ev'ning (Lade 
 Succeffive comforts bring ; , 
 
 Thy plenteous fruits make harveft gladj * 
 Thy fiow'rs adorn the ipring. 
 5 Seafons and times, and moons and hours^' 
 Heaven, earth and air are thine ; 
 When clouds dettil in fruitful fhow'rsp 
 The author is divine, 
 
 Thofe w;md ? ring citterns in the Iky 
 
 Borne by the winds around, 
 Whofe wat'ry treafures well fuppl^ 
 
 The fucirows of the ground. 
 
 The thtrfly ridges drink their fall, 
 
 And ranks of corn appear ; 
 Thy ways abound with bleffings ftillj 
 
 Thy goodnefs crowns the year, 
 
 P S A L M 65. ThirdVart. Common Metre,. 
 
 The Bleffings of the Spring 5 or, God gives Rain. 
 
 A Pfalm for the Huibandraan, 
 
 GOOD is the Lord, the heavmly King* 
 Who makes the earth hjs care ; 
 Vifits the paftures ev'ry fpring, 
 And bids the grafs appear. 
 
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 i The clouds like rivers rais'd on high/ 
 Pour out at his command 
 Their wat'ry bkilings from the iky/ 
 To cheer the thirily land. 
 
 3 The ioften'd ridges of the field 
 
 Permit the corn to fpring : 
 
 The vallies licli provision yield, 
 
 And the poor lab'rers ling. 
 
 4 The little hills on every fide 
 
 Rejoice at falling (how'rs. 
 The meadows drefs'd in beauteous pride 
 Perfume the air with rlow'rs. 
 
 5 The barren clods refrem'd with rain 
 
 Promife a joyful crop ;' 
 The parched grounds look green again,* 
 And raife the reapers hope. 
 
 6 The various months thy goodnefs crowns, 
 
 How bounteous are thy ways ! 
 The bleating Hocks fpread o'er the downs, 
 /And fhepherds fhout thy praife. 
 
 PSALM66. Firft Part. Common Metr£ 
 
 Governing Power and Goodnefs ; or our Grace 
 
 tried by Affliction. 
 
 1 QING all ye nations to the Lord, 
 * i Sing with a joyrul noife ; 
 With melody of found record 
 
 PI is honours and your joys. 
 
 2 Say to the pow'r that form'd the fky> 
 
 " How terrible art thou ! 
 (i Sinners before thy prefence fly, 
 " Or at thy feet they bow." 
 
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 g [Come fee the wonders of our God, 
 How glorious are his ways ? 
 In Mofes' hand he put the rod, 
 And cleave the frighted feas. 
 
 4 He made the ebbing channel dry, 
 While Ifr'el pafs'd the flood ; 
 There did the church begin their joy*, 
 And triumph in their God.] 
 
 % He rules by his refifllefs might : 
 Will rebel-mortals dare 
 Provoke th' Eternal to the fight, 
 And tempt that dreadful war I 
 
 6 Oh blefs our God, and never ceafe ; 
 
 Ye faints fulfil his praife ; 
 He keeps our life, maintains our peace, 
 And guides our doubtful ways. 
 
 7 Lord thou haft prov'd our fuSPring fouls^ 
 
 To make our graces (Line ; 
 So iilver bears the burning coals, 
 The metal to refine. 
 
 § Thro' wat'ry deeps and fiery way%. 
 We march at thy command, 
 Led to poffefs the promis'd place 
 By thy unerring hand. 
 
 PSALM 66. Ver. 13— iz. Second Part C. M, 
 
 Praife to God for hearing Prayer. 
 5 l^wTOW (hall my folemn vows be paid 
 i.^1 To that Almighty pow-r, 
 That heard the long requefts I made 
 Jq my diltrefsful hour. 
 
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 % My lips and cheerful heart prepare 
 To make his mercies known :. 
 Come ye that fear my God and hear 
 The wonders he has done. 
 
 $ When on my head huge forrows fell. 
 I fought the heav'nly aid ; 
 He fov'd my finking foul from hell, 
 And death's eternal made. 
 
 4 If fin lay cover'd in my heart 
 
 While pray'r employed my tongue \ 
 The Lord had mown me no regard, 
 Nor I his praifes fung. 
 
 $ But God (his name be ever blefl) 
 Has i"tt my fpirit free ; 
 Nor turn'd from him my poor requefl. 
 Nor turn'd his heart from ftte. 
 
 PSALM 67. : Common Metre. 
 tThe Nation's Profperity, and the Churclr's Inct^if:. 
 % QHINE mighty God, on Sicn mine, . '* 
 : O With beams of heav'nly grace; 
 Reveal thy.pow rthrough all our coafls., 
 
 And mow thy fmiling face. - 
 
 <l [A mid ft our realm exalted high 
 Do thou our glory fta'nd, 
 And like a wall of guardian fire 
 Surround the favVite land.] 
 
 5 When mall thy name from more to fl-.ore 
 
 Sound all the earth abroad ; 
 And diflant nations know and love 
 Their Saviour and their God. 
 
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 4. fjirig to the Lord, ye dilhnt lands, 
 Sing loud with folemn voice ; ' 
 Let ev ry tongue exalt his praife, 
 And ev ry heart rejoice. 
 
 j He, the great Lord, the fov'reign JuJge^ 
 That fits enthron'd above, 
 la wifdom rules the worlds he made, 
 And bids them talle his love. 
 
 C Earth (hall ohey his high command, 
 And yield a full increafe : 
 Our God will crown his chofen land 
 With fruitfuln'efs and peace. 
 
 *? God. the Redeemer,- fcatters round ' 
 His c hoi ceil favours here, 
 While the creation's utmoft bound 
 Shall lee, adore, and fear. 
 
 PSALM 68. Ver. i", 6, 32,35. Firft Part. L. Ivt, 
 The Vengeance and Compamon of God. 
 
 I ' ' ET God arife in all his might, 
 JL- J And put the troops of hell to flight J 
 Asfmoke that fought to cioud the fkies 
 Before the riCng temped flies. 
 
 % [He comes array'd in burning flames 5 
 • Juftice anil veng'ance are his names ; ' 
 
 Behold his fainting foes expire 
 
 Like melting waz before the fire.] 
 
 g He rides and thunders thro* the fky, 
 I His name Jehovah founds on high : 
 
 Sing to his name ye fons of grace 5 
 
 Ye iaints rejoice before his face. 
 
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 4. The widow and the fatherlefs 
 Fly to iiis aid in lharp diftrefs 
 In him the poor and helplefs find 
 A JvJw that's juft, a Father kind. 
 
 £ He breaks the Captive's heftvy chaia^ 
 And pris'ne-rs lee the light; again ; 
 But rebels that djfptite his will, 
 Shall dwell in chains ana darknefl flill. 
 
 4 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong ; 
 Crown him ye nations, in your long : 
 His wo::d'rous names and pow'rs rehearfe^ 
 His honours (hall enrich your verfe. 
 
 7 He (hakes theheav'ns with loud alarms \ 
 How terrible is God in arms ! 
 
 In HV el are his mercies known., 
 Ifr'el is his peculiar throne. 
 
 8 Proclaim him king, pronounce him bleft ; 
 He's your defence, your joy, your reft : 
 When terrors rife and nations faint, 
 Gol is ihe ftrength of ev'ry faint. 
 
 PSALM 68. Ver. 17, 18. Sec. Part. LongMelr*. 
 
 Chrilt's Afcenlian, and the Gift of the Spirit* 
 I T OKD when thou dfdft afcend on high A 
 Li Ten thoufand angel* fill the fl<y ; 
 Thofe heav'nly guards around thee wait, 
 Like chariots that attend thy Hate. 
 
 a Not Sinai's mountain could appear 
 
 A'! ore glorious when the Lord was there g 
 "While he pronoune'd his dreadful law, 
 Air*d ftrufck the chofen tribes with awe* 
 
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 5 How bright the triumph none can tell. 
 When the rebellious powers of hell, 
 That thoufand fouls had captive made, 
 "Were all in chains like captives led. 
 
 4 Rais'd by his Father to the throne, 
 He fent his promis'd Spirit dovyn, 
 "With gifts and grace for rebel- men, 
 That God might dwell on earth again. 
 
 PSALM 68. Third Part. Ver. 19, 9, io } it, 2%, 
 
 Long Metre. 
 Praife for Temporal Bleffings ; or Common and 
 
 Special mercies. 
 X \X7^ blefs the Lord, the juft, the good, 
 
 V V Who fills our hearts with heav'nly food ; 
 Who pours his blelungs from the Ikies 
 And loads our days with rich fuppl;es. 
 
 2 He fends his fun his circuit round, 
 
 To cheer the fruits to warm the ground ; 
 He bids the clouds with plenteous raia 
 Kefrem the thirfiy earth again. 
 
 3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, 
 And all our near efcapes from deat-i ; 
 Safety and health to God belong ; 
 
 He heals the weak, and guards the Itrong, 
 
 4. He makes the faint and {inner prove 
 The common bleifmgs of his love ; 
 But the wide difPrence that remains, 
 Isendlefs joy, or endlefs pains. 
 
 j The Lord that bruis'J the ferpent's head, 
 ' ^)a all theferpent's feed {hall tr°ad, 
 
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 The ftutjbOMi fmner's hope confound, 
 And imite him with a killing wound. 
 
 ut his right hand his faints fhall raife 
 
 rem the deep earth or. Weeper feas, 
 And bring them to his courts above ; 
 There fhall they tafle his fpecial love. 
 
 PSALM 69. Ver. 1 — 14. Firfl Part. Com. Metre. 
 
 The Sufferings of Chrift for our Salvation. 
 1 a gAVE me, OGod, the fweiii-rg floods 
 '< Break in upon my foul ; 
 u I fink and forrows o'er my head 
 " Like mighty waters roll. 
 
 a " I cry till all my voice is gone, 
 " In tears I wade the day ; 
 " My God behold my longing eyes, 
 '< And fliorten thy delay. 
 
 3 c( They hate my foul without a caufe, 
 
 " And frill their number grows 
 "More than the hairs around my head, 
 " And mighty are my foes. 
 
 4 " 'Twas then I paid that dreadful debt 
 
 " That men could never pay, 
 u And gave thofe honours to thy law 
 f * Which finners took away. 
 
 £ "Thus in the great Median's name, 
 " The royal prophet mourns ; 
 " Thus he awakes our hearts to griefj 
 f? And gives us joy by turns. 
 
( *53 ) 
 $ u Now fball the faints rejoice and find 
 U Salvation in my name, 
 ie For I have borne their heavy load 
 " Of forrow, pain j" and mame. 
 
 *j <e Grief like a garment cloth'd me roundy 
 / <{ And fackcloth was my drefs, 
 
 (< While I procur'dfor naked fouls. 
 <( A robe of righteoufnefs. 
 
 8 <e Amongfi my brethren and the Jews 
 iC I like a ftranger Hood, 
 4< And bore their viJe reproach to bring 
 (( The Gentiles near to God. 
 
 £ <{ I came in £nful mortals ftead 
 " To do my Father's will : 
 ff Yet when I cleans ? d my Father's houfe^ 
 <c They fcandaliz'd my zeal. 
 
 10 u My fadings and my holy groans 
 
 a Were made the drunkard's longs 
 ie But God from his celeliial throne 
 e: Heard my complaining tongue. 
 
 11 <( He fav'd me from the dreadful deep^ 
 
 " Where fears befet me round ; 
 ei He rais'd and fix'd my (inking feet k 
 " On well-eflabliuVd ground. 
 
 12, <e 'Twas in a moll accepted hour, 
 " My pray'r arcfe on high, 
 P And for my fake my God fljall hear 
 ft The dying unnei 's cry," 
 
 
( *54 ) 
 
 BSALM 69. Ver. 14,21,26, 29,32. Sec. Tan, 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The PafTionand Exaltation ofChrift. 
 
 1 1V1 ^ ^ ^ et our *'P S Wit* 1 holy fear 
 JlSI And mournful pleafures ting 
 The fofPrings of our great High-Pritfl> 
 
 The forrows of our King. 
 
 2 He Gnks in flood of deep diftrefs ; 
 
 How high the waters rife ! 
 While to his heav'niy Father's ear 
 He fends perpetual cries. 
 
 3 C( Hear me, O Lord, and faye thy Sop,, 
 
 " Nor hide thy (hilling face ; 
 <( Why would thy fav'rite Jock like oncf 
 " Forfa ken of thy grace ? 
 
 4 t( With rage they perfecute the man 
 
 <c That groans beneath thy wound, 
 <( While for a facrifice I pour 
 f( My life upon the ground. 
 
 £ u They tread my honour to the rlufl, 
 te And langh when I complain ; 
 f< Their, fharp infulting (landers add 
 " Frefli anguiflb to my pain. 
 
 f5 u All my reproach is known to the^ 
 " The fcandal and the (name ; 
 {t Reproach has broke my bleeding heart, 
 " And lies defil'd my name. 
 
 n u I look for pity but in vain ; 
 <c My kindred are my grief ; 
 
( tss > 
 
 < c I a(k my friends for comfort rouncf^ 
 " But meet with no relief 
 
 § i( With vinegar they mock my thirfr, 
 ie They give me gall for food ; 
 <e And fporting with my dying groans>. 
 <( They triumph in) my blood. 
 
 " Shine into my diftrefFeil foul, 
 
 <{ Let thy compamon fave ; 
 " And tho' my item fink down to death^ 
 (i Redeem it from the grave. 
 
 10 u I fhall arife to praife thy name, 
 
 tc Shall reign in worlds unknown I 
 "And thy falvation O my God, 
 (i Shall feat me on thy throne- 3 ' 
 
 PSALM69. Third Part. Common Mjtrfe 
 
 Chrifl's Obedience and death ; or God glorified a 3jl 
 Sinners faved. 
 
 1 I FATHER, I fing thy wond'rous grace.* 
 X I blefs my Saviour's name, 
 
 He bought falvation for the poor-* 
 And bore thefinner's {name. 
 
 % His deep diftrefs has rais'd us high> 
 His duty and his zeal 
 Fulfil'd the law which mortals broke^ 
 And finim'd all thy will. 
 « His dying groans, his living fongs 
 Shall better pleafe my God, 
 Than harp or trumpets folemn found^ 
 5h&P .goats or bullocks b Iqod-, 
 
< us ) 
 
 4 This ffiall his humble follow'rs fe? ? 
 
 Ana i'et their hearts at reft ; 
 They by his death draw near to thee., 
 And Jive forever blcfl. 
 
 5 Let heav'n and all that dwell on high 
 
 To Go! their voices raife, 
 While lands and feasaffiij the Iky; 
 
 And join to advance his praife. 
 
 6 Sion is thine, moft holy God, 
 
 Thy Son ftiall bleTs her gates ; 
 And glory purchased hy his blood 
 For thine own lir'V! waits. 
 PSALM 6c,. Firft Part. Long Mftrfe 
 * ChrifVs Painon and Sinneis Salvation 
 
 3 jTXEEP in our hearts let us record, 
 
 i / The deeper forrows of cur Lord. 
 
 Behold the riling billows Voll, 
 To overwhelm his holy foul. 
 
 « In long complaints he fpends his breath, 
 '■■ While hofts of hell, and pow'rs of deaths 
 
 A\id all the fons of malice join / 
 
 To execute their curft cfef gn. 
 
 5 Yet, gracious God, thy pow*r and love 
 Has made the curfe a blerling prove ; 
 T.'iofe dreadful fufPrings of thy Son 
 Aton*d for crimes which we had done. 
 
 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord 
 " The honours of thy law rellor'd : 
 
 His forrows made thy jufttce know::,, 
 And paid for follies not his own. 
 
( fy ) 
 
 £ Oh Icr his falce our guilt forgive, « 
 
 And Jet the mourning (inner live : 
 The Lord vviil hear us in his name, * 
 Nor fliall our ho; e be turnfd.to iname. 
 
 PSALM ^9 Ver. 7. jcc. Second Part Lcrg Metre, 
 
 ; - Chriil's Su.ermgs and Zeal. 
 
 S 'npWA? for our lake eternal God, 
 JL Thy Son fuilain'J that heavy load 
 Ofbafe reproach and fere difgrace, 
 'While fname defil'd his facredface. 
 
 2 The Jews his brethren and his kin, 
 Abus'd the man that check 'd their nn : 
 While hefujfil'd thy'holy laws, 
 They hate him, but without a caufe. 
 
 g a r\ y Fathers houfe'," faid he, e i was made 
 <{ . piace for wo'rfhijf, not for trade ;" 
 T..en fcalt'ring all their gold and brafs, 
 He fcourgM the merchants from the place. 3 
 
 4 [Z^pd for the iff m] le of his God 
 
 ConiamV. his life, ex^os'd hrs blood : 
 
 Reproaches at thy glory thrown, 
 
 He felt and mourn'd them as his own.] 
 
 t [His friends forfook, his follow'rs fled, 
 While foes and arms^furronn 1 his head 5 
 They curfe him whi} a flarid'rous tongue, 
 And tfee falfe j'-i ] ge maintains the wrong.] 
 
 5 His hie they load with hateful lies, 
 And charge his lij s with 'blasphemies : 
 They nail him to the fhameful tree 5 
 §There hung the man that dy'd for $£« 
 
< .'58 ) 
 
 '/ But God beheld, and from his throne 
 Marks out t!ie men that hate his Son : 
 The hand that rais'd him from the dead, 
 Shall ; our the vengeance on their head. 
 
 PSALM 70. Common Metre. 
 Protection againil peifonal Enemies. 
 ? JN hafie, O God, attend my call, 
 Nor hear my cries in vain ; 
 Oh let thy (peed prevent my fall, 
 And (lill my hope Curtain. 
 
 ■I When foes infidious wound my name, 
 And tempt my foul aftray, 
 Then let them fall with lading fhame, 
 To their own plots a prey. 
 
 3 While all that love thy name rejoice, 
 And glory in thy word, 
 In thy falvation raife their voice, 
 And magnify the Lord. 
 
 4. Othou my help in time of need, 
 Behold my fore difmay ; 
 In pity flatten to my aid, 
 Nor let thy grace delay. 
 
 PSALM 71. Ver. 5,9. FirftPart. Com, Metr$ 
 
 The a^ed Saint's Reflection and Hope. 
 S Tt /jf Y God, my everlailing hope, 
 I live upon thy truth ; 
 Thine hands have held my childhood up* 
 And ftrengthen'd all my youth. 
 
 g My f??m was fafhion'd by thy pow'r 
 With all thefe limbs of mine 5 
 
( m\ ) 
 
 An:l from my mother's painful hour 
 I've been entirely thine. 
 
 5 Still has my life new wonders feee 
 Repeated ev'ry year j 
 Behold my days that yet remain, 
 I trull them to thy care. 
 
 4 Call: me not off when ftrength. decline:: V 
 When hoary hairs arife ; 
 And round me let thy glory (nine, 
 Whene'er thy fervant dies. 
 
 $ Then in the hiu'ry of my age, 
 When men review my days, 
 They'll read thy love in ev'ry page, 
 In tvhy line thy praife. 
 
 PSALM 71*. Ver. 14, 15, 16, £3, 24, 25. Second' 
 Part. Goniflnon Metre. 
 Chrift our Strength artd Righteoufnefs. 
 I TV jl Y Saviour, my almighty Friend, 
 l\ JL When I begin thy praife, 
 W!;ere will the growing numbers end/ 
 The numbers of thy grace ? 
 
 £ Thou art my everlafting tmft, 
 Thygoodnefs I adore ; 
 And 6nee I knew thy graces fiifr' 
 I fpeak thy glories more. 
 
 3 My feet fnall travel all the length 
 Of the cefeftiaJ road, 
 And march with courage in thy iliength 
 To fee my Father God, 
 
$ When I a*m Uii'd with Tore difii 
 For fome mrprifing Gn, 
 
 I'll plead thy pei feci righteoufnefr- 
 And mention none but thine. 
 
 5 How will my ji;;s rejoice to tell 
 
 The vicVries of my King ! 
 My foul redeem \J from lm and hell, 
 Shall thyfaivation fing. 
 
 £ [My tongue fhall ail the day proclaim 
 My Saviour and my God, 
 His death has brought my foes to (harae. 
 Aud fav'd me by his blood. 
 
 * Awake, awake, rriy tuneful pow'rs ; 
 With this d&rghtful long 
 1*1] entertain the darkeft houJ , 
 
 Nor think the feafon long, j . , 
 
 PsALM 71. Ver.'.IJ^ti, Third Part. C. \T. 
 The aget] C'hrillian's prayer and Song ; or, Old 
 Age, Death and the Refurreclion. . 
 I /^OD of my childhood, and my youth, 
 \J The^guide of all my days, 
 I have declar d thy heavmly truth, 
 And told thy wondrous ways. 
 
 6 Wilt thou forfake my hoary hairs, 
 
 And leave my fainting heart ? 
 Who fiiall fuftain my finking years 
 If God my ftrength depart ? 
 
 g Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim 
 Before the rifing age, 
 And leave a favour of thy name 
 When I (lull quit the fiage, 
 
( I* ) 
 
 4 The land of GLmce and of death 
 Atfendslay next remove ; 
 Oh may thefe poor remains of breath 
 Teach the wide world thy love I 
 
 Pause. 
 5" Thy vighteoufnefs is deep and high 3 
 Unftarciiable thy dee.s ; 
 Thy glory (oreads beyond the fky, 
 And all my praife exceeds. 
 
 6 Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar. 
 And oft endur'd the grief; 
 But when thy hand hath prtft me fore a 
 Thy grace was my relief. 
 
 *] By long experience have I known 
 Thy fovVeign pow ? r to idve ; 
 A t thy command I venture down 
 Securely to the grave, 
 
 8 When I \k bury'd deep in duft, 
 My flefh (hall bethy care ; 
 Thefe witherM limbs with thee I truft 
 To raife them itrong and fair, 
 
 PSALM 72. Firft Part. Lorn 
 The Kingdom ofChrif. 
 
 j f^ REAT God, whofe univerfal fway 
 V_Jf The known and unknown worlds obey A 
 Now giv.e the kingdom to thy Son, 
 Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne. 
 
 Thy fceptre well becomes his hands, 
 JU1 heav'q fijbrojts to his commands 5 
 
 R 
 
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( >6* ) 
 
 His jufiice (kill avenge the poor, 
 And pride an:! rage prevail no more. 
 
 3 With pow'r he vindicates the juft, 
 And treads tfi 3 opprtflbr in t'ne uufl ; 
 His worfhip and his fear fliail lad, 
 Till hours and yeais, and time be pafi. 
 
 4 As rain on meadows, newly mown, 
 So (hall he fend h':s mflueoe* down : 
 His grace on fainting fouls dift'fls, 
 Like heav'nly dew on thirlly hills. 
 
 5 The heathen lands that lie beneath 
 The ftiades of overfpreading death^ 
 Revive at his firfl dawning light,. 
 And deferts blofibm at the fight. 
 
 6 The faints fliail flourifh in his days, 
 Drefl in the robes of joy and praife : 
 Peace, like a river from his throne 
 Shall flow to nations yet unknown. 
 
 PSALM 72. Second Part. Long Metre. 
 Chrift's Kingdom among the Gentiles. 
 
 I JESUS fliail reign where'ei the Tun 
 J Does his fuccelTive journeys run ; 
 His kingdom ilretch from (Lore to fhore, 
 Till moons flhall w r ax and wane no more. 
 
 Q [RchoM the nations with their kings ; 
 ' There Europe her bell tribute brings ; 
 
 From north tp fouth the princes meet 
 
 To pay their homage at his feet. 
 
( [6$ 1 
 
 3 There PcrHa, glorious to behold. 
 And In iia (bines in eaftern gold ; 
 While Weftern empires own fheir Lord 
 And favage tribes attend his word.] 
 
 4 For him fhali eadlefs prayer be made, 
 t And endlcfs pra'tfes crown his hea i $ 
 
 . His name likefweet perfume fjiall rfle 
 With ev ? ry morning ftcriLee. 
 
 5 People and realms of ey ? ry tongue 
 Dwell on his love with fweeltefl forig 5 
 And infant-voices fnall proclaim 
 Thar early bleihngs on his na.ue. 
 
 5 Bleflings abound whereTerhe rejghs 
 The joyful prisoner burfts his chains 2 
 The weary find eternal reft, 
 And a!l the ions of want are bleft. 
 
 ) [Where he difplays his healing powerj 
 Death an.i the curie are known no more 3 
 In him the tribes of Adam boaft 
 f- ore bltiiings th.an their father loll. 
 
 Let ev^vy creature rife and bring, 
 Peculiar honours to our King ; 
 Angels defcend with fongs again, 
 Ana earth repeats the load afnen.J 
 
 S A L M 73. Firfl gart, Common M;^ 
 Afflicted Saints Happy, and profperous Sinners 
 curfed. 
 
 NOW I'm convincM the Lord is kind 
 To mea pfheart (ktferei 
 
( '64 ) 
 
 Yet once my foolifh thoughts repin'd, 
 And boiver'u on defpair. 
 
 £ I grievVi to fee the wicked thrive, 
 And fpcke with angry breath, 
 " How pleafautand profane they live ! 
 " How peaceful is their death ! 
 
 3 " With weil fed flefh and haughty eyes 
 
 " They lay their fears toileep ; 
 " Againftthe heav'ns their (landers rife, 
 " While faints in filence weep. 
 
 4 " In vain I lift my hands to pray, 
 
 " And cleanfe my heart in vain ; 
 " For I am chaft'ned all the day, 
 " The night renews my pain. 
 
 5 Yet while my tongue indulgM complaint*) 
 
 I felt my heart reprove ; 
 w Sure I (hail thus offend thy faints, 
 f And grieve the men I love. 
 
 6 But ftill I found my doubts too hard, 
 
 The conflict, too fevere ; 
 'Till I retir'd to fearch thy word, 
 And learn thy fee rets there. 
 
 <7 There, as in (bme prophetic glafs, 
 I faw the finner's feet 
 High mounted on a flippVy place 
 Behde a fiery pit. 
 
 # I heard the wretch profanely boafr, 
 'Till at thy frown he fell; 
 His honours in a dream wtre lof^ 
 And he awakes in hell, 
 
( Wj ) 
 
 ^ Lord, what an envious fool I was ! 
 How like a thor.ghtiefs beail ! 
 Thus to fufpecl thy promis'd grace, 
 And think the wicked bleit. 
 
 to Yet I was kept from full defpair, 
 Upheld by pow'r unknown : 
 That blelTed hand that broke the fnare 
 Shall guide me to thy throne. 
 
 PSALM 73. Ver. 23—28. Second Part. Com; 
 Metre. 
 God our Portion here and hereafter. 
 i f^OT>} myfupporter and my hope, 
 My help for ever near, 
 Thine arm of mercy held me up 
 When finking in defpair. 
 
 % Thy counfels, Lord, ("hall guide my feet 
 Thro' life's bewilder'd race ; 
 Thine hand conduct me near thy feat} 
 To dwell before thy face. 
 
 3 Were I in heav'n without my God, 
 
 'Twould benojoytome ; • 
 
 And v/hilfl this earth is my abode, 
 I long for none but thee. 
 
 4 What if the fprings of life were broke;, 
 
 And flefh and heart mould faint, 
 Go,l ( ismy foul's eternal rock, 
 The ftrength of evVy faint. 
 
 5 P.ehold the fnners that remove 
 JV from thy pretence die ; 
 
( '66 ) 
 
 Not all the idol-gods they love 
 Can fave them when they cry. 
 
 6 But to draw hear to thee, my God 
 Shall be my fweet employ ; 
 JMy tongue (hall found thy works abroad, 
 And tell the world my joy. 
 
 PSALM 73. Ver. 22, 3, 6, 1 7—2®. Long Metre, 
 
 The Profperiiy oi Sinners curfed. 
 x I ORD. wnai a tboug^tlefs wretch was I, 
 
 **— ' 1 :aourn, and murmur, and refine 
 
 To fee me wicke i ( lacM on high, 
 
 In [ride and robes of honour mine. 
 
 2 ait, Oh their end, their dreadful end ! 
 Thy fancljary taught me fo : 
 
 On llippYv rocks I fee them (land, 
 And fiery billows roll below. 
 
 3 Now let them boaft how tall they rife, 
 I'll never envy them again, 
 
 There they may ftand with haughty eyes, 
 Till they plunge deep in entilefs pain. 
 
 4 Their fancy'd joys how fait they flee ! 
 Like dreams, as fleeting and as vain, 
 Their fongs 01 foiteil harmony, 
 Are but a prelude to their pain. 
 
 5 Now I efteem their mirth and wine, 
 Too cear to purchafe with my blood ? 
 Lord, ; tis enough that thou art mine, 
 My life, my portion^ and my God. 
 
( i6 7 ) 
 
 PSAL M 73. Short Metre, 
 The Myftery of Providence unfokled. 
 
 CURE there's a righteous God, 
 Nor is religion vain ; 
 
 Tho' men of vice may boaft aloud, 
 And men of grace complain. 
 
 I favv the wicked rife, 
 
 And felt my heart repine, 
 While haughty fools with fcornful eye3, 
 
 In robes of honour fame. 
 
 [Pamper J d with wanton eafe, 
 Their flefh looks full an i fair, 
 
 Their wealth rolls in like flowing feas, 
 And grows without their dare. 
 
 Free from the plagues and pains 
 
 That pious fouls endure, 
 Through all their life opprelTion reigns? 
 
 And racks the humble poor. 
 
 Their impious tongues blafpheme 
 
 The everlaft ing God : 
 The:r malice blafls the good man's name* 
 
 And fpreads their lies abroad. 
 
 But I with flowing tears 
 
 In -ulg'd my doubts to rife ; 
 « Is there a God that fees or hears 
 
 " The things below the Ikies ?"J 
 
 The tumult of my thought 
 
 Held me in hard fufpenfe, 
 T ; ll to thy houfe my feet were brought 
 
 To learn thy juftice thence. 
 
( »ss ) 
 
 $ Thy word with light and pow'r, 
 Did my miftake amend ; 
 I view'd the tinners life before, 
 But here I learnt their end.' 
 
 'g On what a flipp'ry fteep 
 
 The thoughtless wretches go ; 
 And Oh ! that dreadful fiery deep 
 That waits then- fail below ! 
 ^p Lo'.-J} at thy feet I bow, 
 
 My thoughts no more repine ; 
 
 1 call my God my portion now, 
 
 And ail my pow'rs are thine. 
 
 PS AL TvT x /4. Common Metre, 
 if he Church pleading with God under fore Perfe- 
 ction. 
 3 "OJl^L. God forever c : '(t us ofF ! 
 ^ *' His wrath forever frnoke 
 Againft the people of his love, 
 His little chbfen fh >ck ? 
 
 # Think of the tribes fo dearly bought 
 
 With their Redeemer's blooJ ; 
 "'Nor let thy Sion be forgot, 
 
 Vyhere once thy glory ftooc), 
 
 -g Lift up ihy feet, and march :;< hafte. 
 Aloud on} ruin calls ; 
 See what a wild and fearful v. 
 Is made within thj w.dls. 
 
 A Where onfes thy churches proy'dand fafla 
 Thy foes piofanely rag? J 
 
Amrd thy gates their enfigns hang- A 
 And there their hoils engage, 
 
 How are the {gats of worfhip broke ?- 
 They tear the buildings down, 
 
 And he thst deals the heavieft ftroke* 
 Procures the chief renown. 
 
 With flames they threaten to ceitroy 
 
 Thy children in their reft ; 
 Come let us burn at once, they cry 3 
 
 The temple and the prieft. 
 
 And ft ill, to heighten our diftrefs, 
 
 Thy prefence is withdrawn f 
 Thy woniediigns of pow'r and grace A 
 
 Thy pow'i and grace are gone. 
 
 $ No prophet fieaks to calm our grief. 
 But all in fdence mourn ; 
 Nor know the times of our relief 
 The hour of thy return. 
 
 Paus e. 
 
 9 How leng, eternal God, how long,, 
 
 Shall T ^n of pride blafpheme? 
 Shall .aims be made their endlefs fong a 
 Ana bear immortal fhame ? 
 
 10 Canft thou forever fit and hear 
 
 T^ire hoi/ r<;me profan'd ? 
 And ftill thy jealcufy forbear, 
 Aqu ftill withhold thine hand ? 
 
 } i "What ft range deliv'rance haft thouffrow^ 
 In ages lor.g before ? 
 
 K4 
 
( 1 70 ) 
 
 And now no other God we own a 
 No other God adore. 
 
 12 Thou didfl divide the raging fea 
 
 By thy refiftlefs might, 
 To make thy tribes a wond'rous way,, 
 And then fecure their flight. 
 
 13 Is not t!ie world of nature thine, 
 
 The darknefs and the clay ? 
 Didir thou not bid the morning (Line, 
 And mark the fun his way ? 
 
 14 Hath not thy pow'r formM ev'ry coail, 
 
 And fet the earth its bound*, 
 With Cummer's heat and winter's froft, 
 
 In their perpetual rounds ? 
 
 15 And mall the Cons of earth and dull 
 
 That iacred pow'r blafpheme? 
 
 Will not thy hand that formed them firfi 
 
 Avenge thine inj.ur\i ua 
 
 me 
 
 16 Think on the cov'nar.t thou haft made, 
 
 .And all thy words of love ; 
 Nor let the birds of prey invade 
 And vex thy trembling ci 
 
 17 Oar foes would triumph in our blood > 
 
 And make our hope their jell ; 
 jPJead thine own c:u:fe, almighty God, 
 And give thy children rcll. 
 
 P S A L M 75. Long ?vTetre. 
 Piad'c to God for the return of Peace. 
 I HTO thee, moll hfjgn and holy Go ', 
 
 Tq thee our thankful hearts we raife; 
 
( '7* ) 
 xhy worts declare thy name abroad, fc 
 
 Thy v/ond'rous works demand our praife,' 
 
 ft To flav'ry doom'd thy chofen fons 
 Beheld their foes triumphant rife ; 
 And fore oppreft by earthly thrones, 
 They fought the Sov'reign of the fides. 
 
 Twr.s then, great God, with equal pow ? r 
 Arcfe thy veng'ance and thy grace, 
 
 To fcoferge their legions from the more, 
 And fave the remmant of thy race, 
 
 4. Thy hand that form'd the reftlefs main, 
 And reard the mountain's awful heady 
 Bade raging feas their courfe reilrain, 
 Aad defert wilds receive their dead. 
 
 $ Such wonders never come by chance, 
 
 Nor can the winds fuch bleffmgs blow 1' 
 'TIs God the judge doth one advance, 
 ? T;s God that lays another low. 
 
 6 Let haughty tyrants (ink their price,' 
 
 Nor lift fo high their fcornful head ; 
 Bui Jajr their impious thoughts afide, 
 And own the empire God hath made. 
 
 PSALM 76. Common Metre. 
 PTraeJ (aved, and the AiFyrians deftroyed ; or God's 
 Vengeance againft his Enemies proceeds from I1I5' 
 Church. 
 j | N Judah God of old was known 5 
 ~ His name in Ifrael great ; 
 In Salem flood his holy throne, 
 And Sion was his feat. 
 
f 17* J 
 
 1 Anong the praifes of his faints, 
 IJ is dwelling there hechofe ; 
 There he received their juft complaint^ 
 Againft their haughty foes. 
 
 5 From Sion went his dreadful wordy 
 And broke the threal'ning fpear ; 
 The bow the arrows and the fword, 
 And crufh'd th' AfTyrfan war. 
 
 4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms elfe 
 
 But mighty hills of prey ? 
 The hill on which Jehovah dwells 
 Is glorious more then they. 
 
 5 'Twas Sion's king that flop'd the breath 
 
 Of captives and their bands ; 
 The men of might flcep fad in death, 
 That quells their wai like hands. 
 
 6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God, 
 
 Both horfe and chariots fell ; 
 Who knows the terrors of thy rod ! 
 Thy vengeance who can tell ? 
 
 7 What pow'r can fland before thy fight 
 
 When once tiiy wrath appears ? 
 When heav'n fhines round with dreadful light, 
 
 The earth adores and fears. 
 
 8 When God in his own fov'ieign ways 
 Comes down to fave th' oppreft, 
 The wrath of man fhall work his praife, 
 And he'll reflrain the reft. , 
 
 a [Vovvs to the Lord and tribute jjring, 
 Ye princes, fear his frown $ * 
 
( *73 ) 
 Hh terrors make the proudeft king* 
 And finite his armies down. 
 
 *o The thunder ef his (harp rebulce 
 Our haughty foes fhall feel ; 
 For Jacob's God hath not forfook, 
 But dwells in Sion Hill. 
 
 PSALM 77. Firft Part. Common Metre 
 
 Melancholy affaulting, and Hope prevailing, 
 1 *HOO God I cry'd with mournful voice, 
 JL I fought his gracious ear, 
 In the fad hour when trouble rofe, 
 An-d fill'J my heart with fear. 
 
 3 Sad were my days, and dark my nights. 
 My foul refus'd relief; 
 I thought on God, the juflt and wife, 
 But thoughts increased my grief. 
 
 3 Still I complained and (till oppreft, 
 
 My heart began to break ; 
 My God, thy wrath forbade me reft, 
 And kept mine eyes awake. 
 
 4 My overwhelming farrows grew, 
 
 'Till I could f,e,jk no more ; 
 Then I within myfelf with-.! rew, 
 And call'd my judgments o'er, 
 
 $ I call d back years and ancient time's 
 When I beheld thy face ; 
 My fpirit fearch'd for fecret crimes 
 That might withholu thy grace, 
 
( '74 ) 
 4 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, 
 Which I enjoy'd before ; 
 And will the Lord no more be kind z 
 His face appear no more ? 
 
 7 Will he forever caft me off? 
 His promife ever fail ? 
 Has he forgot his tender love ? 
 Shall anger fli-1 prevail ?. 
 
 i But I foibid this hopelefs thought, 
 This dark, defpairing frame, 
 Remembering what thy hand hath Wrought* 
 Thy hand is Hill the fame. 
 
 p I'll think again of all thy ways, 
 And talk thy wonders o'er, 
 Thy wonders of recovering grace, 
 When flcm could hope no more. 
 
 20 Grace dwelt with juftice on the throne jr 
 And men that love thy word, 
 Have in thy fancluary known 
 The counfels of the Lord. 
 
 PSALM 77. Second Part. Common Metre. 
 Comfort derived from ancient Providence ; or, If- 
 rael delivered from Egypt, and bro t to Canaan. 
 j « T | OW awful is thy chaft'ning rod \ 
 jHj, " (May thy own children fay) 
 " The great, the wife, the dreadful God J 
 " How holy is his way !" 
 
 % 111 meditate his works of old, 
 Who reigns in heav'fl above/ 
 
( m ) 
 
 I'll hear his ancient wonders iold^ 
 And'Iearn to truft his love. 
 
 3 He Caw the houfe of Jofeph lie 
 
 With Egypt's yoke oppreft, 
 Long he delay M to hear their cry^. 
 Nor gave his people reit. 
 
 4 The fons of pious J.icob feem ? d 
 
 Abandoned to their fees ; 
 But his almighty arm redeem'd 
 The nation whom he chofe. 
 
 j From flavifh chains lie fets them free> 
 They follow where he calls ; 
 He bade them venture thro ? the fea, 
 And made the waves their walls, 
 
 6 The waters faw thee, mighty Goo, 
 The waters faw thee come ; 
 Backward they fled, and frighted flood*. 
 To make thine armies room. 
 
 *l Strange was thy journey thro' the fea, 
 Thy footfleps. Lord, unknown ; 
 Terrors attend the wond'rous way 
 That brings thy mercies down. 
 
 § [Thy voice with terror in the found 
 Thro' clouds and darknefs broke ; 
 All heav'n in lightning (hone around, 
 And earth With thunder (hook. 
 
 £ Thine arrows thro' the fky were hurl'cTj, 
 How glorious is the Lord ! 
 Surprize alvj trembling feiz'd the workl* 
 And all his faints adci'd. 
 
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 <o He gave th?m water from the rock y 
 And fafe by Motes' 'hand, 
 Thro' a dry ciefei t led his flock 
 To Canaan's promis'd land.] 
 
 P S A L M 78. Firft Part. Common Met*?.. 
 Providence of God recorded ; or, Pious Education 
 
 arid Libuclion of Children. 
 1 ET children hear the mighty deedt 
 
 A-i "Which God perfoirn'd of old j_ 
 Which in our younger years, we few, 
 And which our fathers told. 
 
 2, He bids us make his glories known ;. 
 li is works of power a.:' grace ; 
 And we'll convey his. wonders down, 
 Thro' ev'ry riling race. 
 
 5 Our lips (hall tell them to our fons,. 
 An : 'hey again to theirs, 
 That c '. ations yet u,n)t>o n 
 May :each them to their heirs. 
 
 4 Thus (hall thjp] I< 1 n, in God alcne 
 Their ho] v [lands, 
 
 That they may ne'er 1 iorget his works,. 
 
 Bot ' racl ■•<- his commai 
 
 P 5 A I , M " i. S/?c pn d Par t. C om m or» Me t re,. 
 plfrael's Rebellion and Punishment : or, the Sins an4 
 Chaftifemer.ts (/God's People. 
 NH V rebellious houj* 
 
 Was Jac ' . 1 .:' nt r.ic^ ! 
 1'alu' 10 their cM moil folemn voW8 A 
 /\n.J rw their Maker's grac^. 
 
 
( i?7 .) 
 Thev broke, the cov'nantof his love* 
 
 And did bis laws defuife. 
 Forgot the works he wrought to prove. 
 
 His | ciwV btfore their eyes. 
 
 They Taw the plagues on Egypt light 
 
 Fi o'v. his avenging hand : 
 What dreadful tokens of his might 
 
 Spread oVr the flubborn JauJ. 
 
 } They fa vs him cleave the mighty fe?^ 
 And _ march'd with fafe'ty through, 
 With wat'ry walls to guard their way^ 
 ' Till they had *fcap \] the foe. 
 
 A wocd'rous pillar mark'd the road, 
 
 Composed of (hade and light ; 
 By day it prov'd a fhelt'ripg cloy^ 
 
 A leading fire by night. 
 
 % He from the rock their third fupply'd i 
 The gufliing waters flowed, 
 And ran in rivers by their fide^ 
 Along the defert road. 
 
 Yet they provoke the Lord rnofl high* 
 And dar'd diftruft his hand; 
 
 iC Can he with bread our hon" iupply 
 " A.Tii, it this barren land ? 
 
 The Lord with indignation hear<L 
 And caus'd his wrath to flame : 
 His terrors ever ftand prepaid 
 
 To vindicate his name. 
 
( *1* ) 
 
 PSALM 78. Third Part. Common Metre. 
 T.'ie puntfhment of Luxury and Intemperance ; ot 
 
 Chaltiferaent an J Salvation. 
 I \\ , HEN Ifa'l Ghft'd the Lord reprov'd, 
 VV AaafillM their hearts with dread 
 Yet he forgave the man he Icv'd, 
 And fent them heav'n ly bread. 
 
 % He fed them with a lib'ral hand , 
 And rnaJe his treafures known ; 
 He gave the mid -night clouds command 
 To pour proviiion down. 
 
 3 The manna like a morning fhow'r 
 
 Lay thick around their feet ; 
 The food of oeov'n, fo light, fo pure n 
 As tho 7 'twere a; gels meat. 
 
 4 But they in murmVing language faid, 
 
 c * is manna all our feaft ? 
 « We loath this light, this airy bread j 
 < f Wemufthave fit Hi to tafte. w 
 
 £ « Ye mall have flefh to pleate your l,P ," 
 The Lord in wrath <. dy ? d, 
 And fern them quails like land or dull, 
 HeapM up on evVy lide. 
 6 H~ ?ave them all their ow 1 defire ; 
 And greeoy as r 
 His vengeance burnt with fecret fire ; 
 And {.note fyhe rebels dead. 
 
 *j W'.en fome went (lain the reft returned 
 And fought the Lord with tears ; 
 lender the ro I they fear'd an J mourn'd a 
 But foon forgot their fear*. 
 
( H9 ) 
 
 I Oft he chaftis'd, and dill forgave, 
 
 Till b) his gracious hand 
 
 The nations he refolv'd to fave, 
 
 PofTefs'd the promis'd land* 
 
 PSALM 78. Ver. 34, &c. Fourth Part. L. Metre* 
 Backfliding ana Forg : venefs ; or. Sic v-unifhed and 
 Saints faved. 
 
 C^* REAT God, how oft drd lfra'I prove 
 J" By turns thine anger, and thy love ? 
 There in a glafs our hearts may fee 
 How fickle and how fa . ?y be, 
 
 How foon the faithlefs Jews forgot 
 The dreadful wonders Goa had wrought ; 
 Then they provok'd him to his face, 
 Nor fear his pow ? r, nor trull his grce. 
 
 5 The Lord confum'd their years in pain, 
 And made their travels long and vain ; 
 A tedious march thro 5 unknown ways 
 Wore out their ftrength, and fpent their days. 
 
 4 Oft when they faw their brethren flain^ 
 They mourn'd and fought the Lord again § 
 Call'u him the rock of their aboJe, 
 Their high Redeemer and their God* 
 
 $ Their pray'rs and vow^s before him rife 
 Asflatt'ring words of fclemn lies, 
 While thefr rebellious tempers prove 
 "Falfe to his covenant and his love. 
 
 6 Yet could his fov'reign grace forgive 
 Tke men who ne'er deierv'd to live 5 
 
His .anger oft eiw'ay !;e ruin' ', 
 OreJfe with gentle flame it burn'd. 
 
 7 He faw their lief}? was weak and frailjj 
 He faw tem]ptfttf6ns itill prevail ; 
 
 The God of Abrah'm lov'd them ftijlj 
 And led them to his holy hill. 
 
 PSALM 79. Long Metre. 
 For the Diftrefs of War. 
 1 T3EHQLD, O Goi, what cruel foesi 
 §3 Thy peaceful heritage invade ; 
 Thy holy temple ftands ckm'c!, 
 In dufi thy facred walls are laid. 
 
 1 Wide o'er the vallie3, drench'd in bloody 
 Thy people falPa in death remain ; 
 The fowls of heav'n their flefh devour, 
 And favage beafis divide the (lain. 
 
 3 Th' infulting foes, with impious rage 
 Reproach thy children to their face ; 
 
 u Where is your God of bodfted powV, 
 " And where the ptomife of his grace." 
 
 4 Deeplrom the prifon's horrid glooms, 
 Oh heap the mournful captives figh, 
 And let thy fov'reiga pow'r reprieve, 
 The trembling fouls condemn'd to die, 
 
 r Let thofe, wlio dar'd infult thy reign, 
 Return difmay'd with eridlefs ihame, 
 While heathens, who thy grace defpife, 
 , JftroH from tiiy veng'suce learu thy a'anrc 
 
( i8i ) 
 
 & So (Kail thy children, freed from deatfi; 
 Eternal fongs of honour raife, 
 And every future age {hall tell, 
 Thy fov'reign pow'r and pardoning grace* 
 
 PSALM 8p. Long Metre. 
 
 The Church's Prayer .under Affliction ; or, Thi. 
 Vineyard of God wafted. 
 
 i ^REATfhepherd of thine Ifrael, 
 
 VJT Who didft between the cherubs dwells 
 And lead the tribes, thy chofen fheep, 
 Safe thro' the defert and the deep : 
 
 £ Thy church is in the defert, Lord, 
 Shine from on high, and light afford ; 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, 
 We (hall be fav'J and figh no more. 
 
 5 Great God, whom heav'nly hods obey^ 
 How long (hall we lament and pray £ 
 And wait in vain thy kind return ? 
 How long (hall thy fierce anger burn ? 
 
 4 Infteadof wine and cheerful bread, 
 Thy faints with their own tears are fed! 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, 
 
 We fhall be fav ? d and figh no more. 
 
 Pause i. 
 
 5 Haft thou not planted with thy hands 
 A lovely vine in heathen lands ? 
 
 Did not thy power defend it round, 
 And heay'aly dews enrich the ground 2 
 
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( I8» ) 
 
 6 How did the fpreading branches moot* 
 And blefs the nations with the fruit ; 
 But now, dear Lord, look down and fee 
 Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. 
 
 7 Why is her beauty thus defac'd ? 
 Why haft thou laid her fences wafle ? 
 Strangers and foes againft her join, 
 And ev'ry beaft devours the vine. 
 
 8 Return, almighty God, return ; 
 
 Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn : 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, 
 We (hall be fav'd and figh no more. 
 
 Pause 2. 
 
 9 Lord, wlten this vine in Canaan grew, 
 Thou waft its ftrength and glory too ; 
 AttackM in vain by all its foes, 
 
 Till the fair Branch of promife rofe. 
 jo Fair Branch, ordain'd of old to (hoot 
 From David's ftock, from Jacobs root $.■ 
 Himfelf a nobler Vine, and we 
 The lefTer branches of the tree : 
 
 1 1 'Tis thy own Son ; and he mail ftand 
 Girt with thy ftrength at thy right hand y 
 Thy firft-born Son, adorn'd and bled 
 With pow'r and grace above the reft. 
 
 j i Oh ! for his fake attend our cry, 
 Shine on thy churches left they die : 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, 
 We (hatf be fav'd and figh no mora? 
 
( 1*S ) 
 
 PSALM 8 1. Ver. i, 8—16. Short Metr*, 
 
 The Warning of God to his People ; or, Spiritual 
 Bleffings and Puniffcments. 
 
 1 ClNG to the Lord aloud, 
 
 And make a joyful noife ; 
 God is our ftrength, our Saviour God 5 
 Let Ifra'l hear his voice. 
 
 % M From idols falfe and vain, 
 " Preferve my rites divine ; 
 tl I am the Lord who broke thy ehaia 
 « Offlav'ryandoffin. 
 
 3 <( Stretch thy defires abroad, 
 
 " And I'll fupply them well ; 
 <c But if ye will refufe your God, 
 "Iflra'l will rebel; 
 
 4 « I'll leave them, faith the Lord, 
 
 " To their own lufts a prey, 
 <e And let them run the dang'rous read* 
 " 'Tis their own chofen way. 
 
 5 " Yet Oh ! that all my faints 
 
 " Would hearken to my voice \ 
 " Soon I would eafe their fore complaints, 
 " And bid their hearts rejoice. 
 
 $ « While I deftroy their foes, 
 
 I" I'll richly feed my flock, 
 " Aud they mall tafte the ftream that flows 
 " From their eternal Rock." 
 L * 
 
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 T> S A L M 82-. Long Metre. 
 God the fupreme Governor; or, Magiftrates warned, 
 <* A MONG th'aiTemblies of the great 
 jTjl A greater ruler takes his feat ; 
 The God of heav'n as Judge furveys 
 Thofe gods on earth and all their ways, 
 
 2 Why will ye frame oppreffive laws ? 
 Or why fupport tl»' unrighteous caufe • 
 "When will ye once defenJ the poor, 
 That foes may vex the faints no more ? 
 
 <f They know not, Lord, nor will they know 2 
 JDark are the ways in which they go ; 
 Their name of earthly gods is vain, 
 For they mall fall and die like men. 
 
 '4 Arife, O Lord, and let thy Sot* 
 Poffefs his univerfal throne, 
 And rule the nations with his rod ; 
 He is our Judge, and he our God. 
 
 PSALM 83. Short Metre. 
 
 A Complaint againft Perfecutafsj. 
 ij- AND wijl the God of grace 
 -"• Perpetual iilence keep ? 
 The God of juftice hold his peace, 
 And let his vengeance deep ! 
 
 % Behold what curfed fnares 
 
 The men of mifchief fpread ; 
 The men that hate thy faints and thee, 
 Lift up their threat'ning head. 
 
( "% ) 
 
 g Againft thy hidden ones, 
 
 Their counftls they employ, 
 And realise .with her watchful eys 
 Purfuf 4 them to deflroy. 
 
 4 <f Come let us join, they cry, 
 
 " To root them from the ground,, 
 61 Till not the peine of faints remain^ 
 " Nor mem'ry fhall be found.'* 
 
 jr, Awake, almighty God, 
 
 And call thy wrath to mind ; 
 Give them like forefls to the fire. 
 Or finable to the wind, 
 6, Convince their madnefs, Lord, 
 
 And make them feek thy name 3 
 Or elfe their flubborn rage confound^ 
 That they may die in mame. 
 
 n Then fi\all the nations know 
 Thy glorious dreadful word* 
 Jehovah is thy name alone, 
 
 And thou the fov't-eign Lord. 
 PSALM .84. FirftPaie. Long Metre, 
 
 The Pleafure of Public WorJltip. 
 I T TOW pleafant, how divinely fair, 
 li O Lord of holts, thy dwelling are J 
 With long denr.e my fpirit faints, 
 To meet th? aiTemblies of thy feints. 
 
 & My flem would reft in thine abode ; 
 My panting heart cries out for God ; 
 My God ! my King ! why (hould I b# 
 So far from all my joys a,od thee. 
 
 I* 2 
 
( .86 ) 
 
 g The f par row' ch^ofes where to reft, 
 AnJ for her young provides her neft 5 
 But will my Go i to f, arrows grant 
 That pleafure which his children want? 
 
 4 Bleft are the faints who fit on high, 
 Around thy throne above the Iky ; 
 Thy brightest gloiies fhine above, 
 AnJ all their work is praife and love. 
 
 5 Bleft are the fouls who fin J a place 
 Within the temple of thy grace ; 
 There to behold thy gentler rays, 
 AnJ feek thy face an J learn thy praife* 
 
 6 Blefl are the men whofe hearts are fet 
 To find the way to S ion's gate ; 
 
 God is their ftrength ; and thro' the road 
 They lean upon their helper, God. 
 
 7 Cheerful they walk with growing flrcngth^ 
 Till all fhall meet in heav'n at length ^ 
 Till all before thy face appear, 
 
 And join in nobler wortl.ip there. 
 
 PSALM 84. Second Part. Long Metre 
 God and his Church ; or, Grace and Glory 
 
 { / > REAT God attend while Sion lings 
 VJ The joy that from thy prefence firings ^ 
 To fpend one day with thee on earth 
 Exceeds a thoufand days of mirth. 
 
 % Might I enjoy the meanefc place 
 Within thy houfe, O God of grace, 
 Not tents of eafe nor thrones of power 
 .quid teropi my feet to leave thy doc 
 
V . *°7 ) 
 g God is our fun, he makes our day % 
 God is our fhield, he guards our way 
 From al,I th' aflaults of hell and fin, 
 From foes without and foes within. 
 
 4 All needful grace will God beftow, 
 And crown that grace with glory too i 
 He gives us ail things, and with-holds 
 No real good from upright fouls. 
 
 f O God, our King, whofe fov'reign fway 
 The glorious hofts of heav'n obey, 
 And devils at thy prefence flee, 
 Bleft is the man that trails in thee. 
 
 PSALM 84. Ver. i, %, 3, j®. 
 
 Paraphras'd m Common Metre. 
 
 Delight in Ordinances of Wormip ; or, God 
 prefent in his Churches. 
 t T\ /T Y Soul how lovely is the place 
 jVL To which thy God retorts | 
 ^Tis heav'n to fee his fmiling face, 
 Tho' in his earthly courts. 
 
 a There the great Monarch of the fkies 
 His faving pow'r difplays, 
 And light breaks in upon our eyes, 
 With kind and quick'ning rays. 
 
 g With his rich gifts the heav'n Jy Dove 
 Defcends and fills the place, 
 While Chrift reveals his wond'rouslove^ 
 ^knd iheds abroad his grace. 
 
 l 4 
 
( I8S ) 
 
 4 There, mighty God, thy words electa* i 
 The fecrets of thy will : 
 And dill we ftek thy mercies there, 
 And fiDg thy praifes dill. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 j My heart and ficfli cry out for thee, 
 YVhiift far from thine abode ; 
 When (hall I tread thy courts and fee 
 My Saviour and my God ? 
 
 6 The fparrow builds herfelf a neft, 
 
 And fuffers no remove ; 
 O make me like thefparrows bleft, 
 To dwell but where I love ! 
 
 7 To fit one day beneath thine eye, 
 
 And hear thy gracious voice, 
 Exceeds a whole eternity 
 EmployM in carnal joys. 
 
 2 Lord at thy thremold I would wait, 
 While jefus is within, 
 Rather than fill a throne of (late 
 Among the tents of fin. 
 
 £ Could I command the fpacious land, 
 And the more boundlefs fea, 
 For one bleft hour at thy right hand 
 I'd give them both away. 
 
 PSALM 84. As the 148th P&U& 
 Longing for the Houfe of God, 
 l T OPvD of the worlds above, 
 J -A How ple&fant and how fair 
 
( j 8? } 
 
 The dwellings of thy love, 
 Thy earthly temples are 3 
 
 To thine abode 
 
 My heart afpires 
 
 With warm defires 
 
 To fee my God. 
 
 % The fparrow for her young 
 With pleafure feeks her rieft, 
 And wand'ring fwallows long 
 To find their wonted reft j 
 
 JMy fpirit faints 
 
 With equal zeal 
 
 To rife and dwell 
 
 Among thy faints. 
 
 3 O happy fouls that pray. 
 Where God appoints to hear ! 
 O happy men that pay 
 Their conflant fervice there I 
 
 They praife thee (till 5 
 And happy they 
 That love the way 
 To Sion's hill. 
 
 4 They go from flrength to ftrengthj 
 Through this dark veil of tears, 
 'Till each arrives at length, 
 *Till each in heav ? n appears i 
 
 O glorious feat 
 When God our King 
 $hall thither bring 
 Qur willing feet I 
 
5 To fpend one facred day, 
 Where God and faints abide, 
 Affords diviner joy 
 Than thoufand days befide i 
 
 Where God reforts, 
 
 1 lcve it more 
 
 To keep the door 
 
 Than fhine in courts. 
 
 £ God is our fun and ftiield, 
 Our light and our defence ; 
 With gifts our hands are fill'd 5 
 We draw our bleflings thence : 
 
 He fhall beflow 
 
 On Jacob's race 
 
 Peculiar grace 
 
 And glory too. 
 
 y The Lord his people loves ; 
 His hand no good with-holds 
 From thofe his heart approves^ 
 ^rom pure and pious fouls : 
 
 Thrice happy he, 
 
 O God of hofls, 
 
 Whofe fpirit trufls 
 
 Alone in thee. 
 
 PSALM 85. Ver. 1,8. Firft Part. Long Metre. 
 
 .Waiting for an Anfwer to Prayer ; or, Deliverance 
 begun a^d completed. 
 
 1 T ORD, thou haft cali'd thy grace to mind, 
 
 J J Thou haft revers'd our heavy doom : 
 
 So God forgave when Ifra'l finn'd, 
 And brought his wand'ring captives home- 
 
( I9» ) 
 
 i Thou haft begun to fet us free, 
 
 And made thy fierceft wrath abate ? 
 Now let our hearts beturn'd to thee> 
 And thy falvation be complete. 
 
 5 Revive our dying graces, Lord, 
 r*nd let thy faints in thee rejoice ; 
 JVlake known thy truth, fulfil thy word* 
 We wait for praife to tune our voice. 
 
 4 W? wait to hear what God will fay ; 
 He'll f^eak, and give his people peace : 
 Bat let them- run no more aUray, 
 Left his returning wrath increafe. 
 
 PS ALM 85. Ver. 9, &c. Second Part. Long Metrc- 
 
 Salvation by Chrifr. 
 I O ALVATION is for ever nigh 
 
 »3 The fouls that fear and truft the Lord ; 
 
 .And grace defcending from on high,, 
 
 Frein hopes of glory /hall afford.- 
 
 3, Mercy and truth on eanb are met, 
 
 Since Chrift the Lord came down from heav'n> 
 By his, obedience fo complete, 
 Juftice is pleas'd and peace is giv'n. 
 
 3 Now truth and hononr (ball abound, 
 Religion dwell on earth again, 
 
 And heav'nly influence blefs the grounl 
 In our Redeemer's gentler reign. 
 
 4 His righteoufnefs is gone before^ 
 To give us free accefs to God ; 
 
 Our wand'ring feet (ball dray no more* 
 Hut matk his Seps and keep the road* 
 
( «a» .) 
 
 5? S A L M 86. Ver. S~ij. C^mmcn Metre 
 
 A General Song of Praifc io God. 
 | A MONG the princes, earthly go 
 "- There's none hath pow'r uivme, 
 Nor is their nature, m'ghty Lord, 
 Nor are their vx;h hkt tki.e, 
 
 % The nations thou. haft made fliall bring 
 Their oif 'rings round thy throne • 
 For thou alone doll wond'rous thing?, 
 For thou art God alone, 
 
 § Lord I would walk with holy feet, 
 Teach me thy hcav'niy wavs, 
 And ali my wand'ring thoughts units 
 in Gcd my Father's j scife. 
 
 4 Great is thy mercy, and my tor- 
 
 SiiaJi thofefwe.et wonders tell, 
 Flow by thy grace my unking foul 
 Rofe frpm the.deeps of hell. 
 
 P S A L M 87. Long Metre. 
 
 The Church the Birth Place of the Saints ; or, 
 
 Jews and Gentiles united in the Chriftian Church. 
 
 5 f ^ OD in his earthly temple lays 
 
 Foundation for his heavenly praife \ 
 I 1 likes the tents of Jacob well, 
 But ftilf in Sion loves to dwell. 
 $ His mercy vifits ev'ry houfe 
 
 That pay their night and morning vows 5. 
 But makes a more delightful flay, 
 Where churches aic die and pray* 
 
( *93 ) 
 
 3 What glories were defcribM of old J 
 What wonders are in Sion told ! 
 Thou city of our God below, 
 
 Thy fame fhall Tyre and Egypt know, 
 
 4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, 
 Shall there begin their lives a-new : 
 Ange!s and men (hall join to fing 
 The hill where living waters fpring. 
 
 5 W.hen God makes up his laft account 
 Of natives in his holy mount, 
 'Twill be an honour to appear 
 
 As one new-born and nourifh'd there. 
 
 P S A L M 88. As the 113th Pfatei, 
 
 Lofs of Friends, and Abfence of Divine Grace. 
 
 5 /^\ GOD of my falvation, here 
 
 v_>^ My nightly groan, my daily pray'r, 
 
 That ftill employ my wafting breaih , 
 My foul declining to the grave, 
 Implores thy fov'reign Pow'r to fave 
 
 From dark defpair and lafting death. 
 
 % Thy wrath lies heavy on my foul, 
 And waves of forrows o'er me roll, 
 
 While dun" and f.jence fpreai the gloom ; 
 My friends, belovd in happier days* 
 *Fhe dear companions of my ways, 
 
 Defoend around me to the tomb. 
 
 I As, loll in lonely grief, I tread 
 r l|ie mournful manfions of the dead^ 
 
( "94 ) 
 
 Gr to fonae throng M affembly go ; 
 Thro' all alike I rove alone, 
 While, here forgot and there unknown, 
 
 The change renews my piercing woe. 
 
 4 And why will God neglect my call ! 
 Or who mall profit by my fall, 
 
 When life departs and love expires ? 
 Can duft and darknefs praife the Lord ? 
 Or wake, or brighten at his word, 
 
 And tune the Jiarp with heav'nly choirs f 
 
 5 Yet thro' each melancholy day, 
 
 I've pray'd to thee, and ftili will pray, 
 Imploring (till thy kind return — — 
 
 But oh ! my friends, my comfort's fled, 
 
 And all my kindred of the dead 
 
 Recal my wancPring thoughts to mourn. 
 
 P S A L M 89. Firft Part. Long Metre- 
 The Covenant made with Chirft ; or, the true David* 
 l T^ORLVER (hall my fong record 
 
 JL The truth and mercy of the Lord 5 
 
 Mercy and truth forever ftand 
 
 Like .heav ? m eflablifh'd by his hand. 
 
 1 Thus to his fon he fware andfaid 
 " With thee my cov nant firft is made 1 
 " In thee mall dying finners live ; 
 " Glory and grace are thine to give. 
 
 3 <1$Bethou my Prophet, thou my Prieft j 
 " Thy children (hall be ever bleft : 
 <e Thou art my chofen King, thy throne 
 if Shall ftand eternal like my own. 
 
( w ) 
 
 *' There's none of all my fons above 
 e( So much my image or my love ; 
 " Celeflial pow'rs thy fubjecls are, 
 u Then what can earth to thee compare ? 
 
 " David, my fenrant, whom I chofe, 
 '* To guard my flock, to crufh my foes ; 
 " And raisM him to the Jewiili throne, 
 w Was but a fbadow of my Son. 
 
 Now let the church rejoice and fing ; 
 Jefus her Saviour and her King : 
 Angels his heav'nly wonders (now, 
 And Saints declare his works below. 
 
 S A L M 89. Firft Part. Common Met! 
 The Faithfulriefs of God. 
 
 MY never-ceafing fong fhall (how 
 The mercies of the Lord ; 
 And make fucceeding ages know 
 How faithful is his word. 
 
 The facred truths his lips pronounce 
 
 Shall £rm as heavm endure ; 
 And ifhefpeaka promife once, 
 
 Th' eternal grace is fure. 
 
 How long the race of David held 
 
 The promis-d Jewifh throne ! 
 Bui there's a nobler cov'nant feal'cl 
 
 To Daviii's greater Son. 
 
 His feed for ever fhall poffefs 
 
 A throne above the ikies ; 
 The measeft iubjed of his grace 
 
 Shall to that gjc-y life. 
 
( '55 ) 
 
 5 Lord God of hods, thy wond'rous Ways 
 Are fung by faints above : 
 And faints on earth their honours raife 
 To thy unchanging love. 
 PSALM 89. Ver. 7, &c. Sec. Part. Com. xVfetrc 
 Power and Majefty of Go J :or,Reverential Worfhip. 
 1 t ~K /1TH rev'rence let the faints appear, 
 V V And bow before the Lord, 
 His high commands with rev'ience hear, 
 And tremble at his word. 
 
 % How terrible thy glories rife ! 
 
 How bright thine armies fhine ! 
 Where is tiie power with thee that vies, 
 Or truth compar'd with thine ? 
 
 3 The northern pole, and fouthern, reft 
 
 On thy fupporting hand ; 
 Darknefs and day from call to weft 
 Move round at thy command. 
 
 4 Thy word the raging winds controul, 
 
 And rule the boiil'rous deep ; 
 Thou mak'ft the ileeping billows roll, 
 The rolling billows fleep. 
 
 5 Heav'n, earth, and air, and feaare thine, 
 
 And the dark world of hell ; 
 They faw thine arm in veng'ance fliine 
 When Egypt durit rebel. 
 
 6 Juftice and judgment are thy throne, 
 
 Yet wonMrous is thy grace ! 
 Whin truth an-, mercy join'd m one, 
 Invite us near thy face. 
 
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 PSALM 89. Ver. 15, &<M Third Part. CM. 
 
 A BMfcd Gofpel. 
 I |3 LEST are the fouls who hear and know 
 JD The gofpel 's joyful found ! 
 Peace fhall attend the path they go 
 And light their fieps furround. 
 
 % Their joy fhal] be*r their fpirits up 
 Thro* their Redeemer's name ; 
 His righteoufnefs exalts their hope 
 And fills their foes with (Lame. 
 
 g The Lord our glory and defence,, 
 Strength and (alvation gives \ 
 Ifra'l, thy king, forever reigns^ 
 Thy God for ever lives, 
 
 PSALM 89. Ver. 19, Z<c. Fourth Part. Com. M, 
 Chriil's meditorial Kingdom; or, His divine and 
 
 humaa Nature. 
 I TJEAR what the Lord in viSon faid ? 
 XT. And made his mercies known : 
 (c Sinners, behold, your help is laid 
 U On my almighty Son." 
 
 % Behold the man my wifiom chofe 
 
 Among your mortal race : 
 
 His head my holy oil overflows, 
 
 With full fupplies ofgrace. 
 
 3 High (nail he reign on David's throne* 
 My people's better King; 
 My arm fhall beat his rivals down, 
 And Hill new fubjecls bring;* 
 
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 4 My truth (hall guard him in his way 
 
 With mercy by his fide ; 
 While in thy^ame o'er earth and £ea 
 He (hall i/i triumph ride. 
 
 5 Me for his Father and his God, 
 
 He (hall for ever own, 
 Call me his rock, his high abode, 
 And I'llfupporf my Son. 
 
 £> My firft-born Spnarray'd in grace, 
 At my right hand (hall fit, 
 Beneath him angels know their place., 
 And monarchs at his feet. 
 
 *j My cov'nanl Hands forever fad, 
 My promifes are ftrong ; 
 Firm as the heav'ns his throne fLall lafl, 
 His feed endure as long. 
 
 1PSALM 89. Ver, 30, 8cc. Fifth Part. Com. MetrQ. 
 The Covenant of Grace unchangeable ; or, AiHic— 
 
 tion without Rejection. 
 i T/ET (faith the Lord) ir David's race, 
 JL The children ofmy Son, 
 Should break my laws, abufe my grace 
 And tempt mine anger down ; 
 
 £ Their fins I'll vifit with the rod, 
 And make their folly fmart ; 
 But I'll not ceafe to be their Godj, 
 Nor from my truth depaYt. 
 
 § My cov'nant I will ne'er revoke, 
 But keep my grace in mind J * 
 
( IS* ) 
 
 And what eternal love hath fpoke^ 
 Eternal truth fhall bind. 
 
 4 Once have I fworn, (I need no mare) 
 
 And pledg'd my ho!inefs> 
 To feal the facred promife fure 
 To David and his race. 
 
 5 The fun mall fee his offspring rife 
 
 And fpread from fea to fea, 
 Long as he travels round the ikies 
 To give the nations day. 
 
 6 Sure as the moon that rules the n/gh$ 
 
 His kingdom mall ending 
 Till thefixM laws of made and light 
 Shall be obferyM no more. 
 
 PSALM 8p. Ver. 5, 47, Sec* Sixth Part. L. M. 
 Mortality and Hope. 
 A Funeral Ffaln. 
 1 T\ EMEMBER, Lord, our mortal fhte, 
 JLV How frail our life, hos? fliort cur date I 
 "Where is the man that draws his breath 
 Safe from difeafe, fecure from death . 
 
 £ Lord, while we fee whole nations die, 
 Our flefh and ftrength repine and cry, 
 " Mud death for ever rage and reign ? 
 '* Or had thou made mankind b vain % 
 
 3 Where is thy promife to the ju.fl ? 
 Are not thy fervants turnM xo duft \ 
 But faith forbid thofe mournful figjtft^ 
 And fte the fleecing <U\ft %tWs* 
 
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 4 That glorious hour, that dreadful da^f 
 Wipes the reproach of faints away, 
 And clears the honour of thy word : 
 Awake, our fouls, and blefs the Lord. 
 
 PSALM89. Verfe47,&c. Lafl Part. 
 
 As the 113th Pfalm. 
 
 Life, Death, and the Refurreclion. 
 
 I T^HINK, mighty God, on feeble man, 
 
 -*• How few his hours, how (hort his fpan \ 
 
 Short from the cradle to the grave ; 
 Who can fecure his vital breath 
 Againft the bold demands of death 
 With ftill to fly, or pow'r to fave ? 
 
 I Lord, (hall it be forever faid, 
 
 "The race of man was only made 
 
 " For Ccknefs, forrow, and the dud ?"• 
 Are not thy fervants day by day 
 Sent to their graves and turn'd to clay ? 
 
 Lord, where's thy kirdnefs to the juft ? 
 
 $ Hall thou not promis'd to thy Son, 
 And all his feed, a heav'nly crown ? 
 
 But flem and fenfe indulge defpair ; 
 For ever blefTed be the Lord, 
 That faith can read his holy word, 
 
 And find a refurreclion there. 
 
 £ For ever blefTed be the Lord, 
 
 Who gives his faints a long reward, 
 
 For all their toil, reproach and pain ; 
 Let all below, and all above, 
 Join to proclaim thy wond'rous love, 
 
 And each repeat their loud a^en. 
 
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 JPSAL M 90. Long Metre- 
 Man mortal, and God eternal. 
 A mournful Song at a Funeral. 
 1 ^ HRO' ev'ry age, eternal God, 
 
 Thou art our re If, our fafe abo !e : 
 High was thy throne ere heav'n was macTe. 
 Or earth thy humble footflool laid. 
 
 a Long fiad*jft thou reign'd ere time begafij 
 Orduft was fafh'on'd into man ; 
 And Jong thy king-lorn (hall endure 
 When earth and time fhall be no more. 
 
 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, 
 Made up of guilt and vanity : 
 
 Thy dreadful fentence, Lor ', was jiiflrjj 
 e< Return, ye finners, to your r.uft." 
 
 4 [A thoufand of our years amount 
 Scarce to a day in thine account ; 
 Like ye'fterday's departed light, 
 Or the latt watch of en ding light. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 5 Death, like an overflowing ttream 5 
 Sweeps us away ; our life's a dream I 
 An empty tale ; a morning flow'r, 
 Cut down and wither'd in an hour. 
 
 6 [Our age to feventy years is fet ; 
 How fhort the time how frail the (late I 
 And if to eighty we arrive, 
 
 We rather, figh and groan,, than lire. 
 
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 7 But Oh ! how oft thy wrath appears, 
 
 And cuts off our ex, ecled years ! 
 
 Thy wrath awakes our humble dread ! 
 
 We fear the pow'r that flrkes us ciead.^ 
 S Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man 5 
 
 And kinc ly lengthen out the fpan, 
 
 'Till a wile care of piety 
 
 Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. 
 
 PSALM 50. Ver. 1—5 Fi.fl Part. C. U. 
 
 Man frail, and God eternal, 
 t /^"\UR God, our help in ages pail, 
 V_>/ Our hope for years to come, 
 Our fhelter from the flormy blafl, 
 And our eternal home. 
 
 a Beneath the (hadow of thy throne> 
 Thy faints have dwelt fecure 5 
 Sufficient is thine arm alone, 
 And my defence is fure. 
 
 3 Before the hills in order flood, 
 Or earth receiv'd her frame, 
 From everlufting thou art God, 
 To endlefs years the fame. 
 
 4 Thy word commands ourflefn to dufi, 
 
 " Return, ye fons of men ;*' 
 All nations rofe from earth at firfl, 
 
 And turn'd to earth again. 
 
 £ A thoufand ages in thy fight 
 Are Jfke an evening gone ; 
 Short as the watch that ends the night 
 Before the riling dawn. 
 
( a»3 ) 
 
 4 [The bufy tribes of fleli and blood, 
 
 With ail their lives and cares, 
 Are carried downwards by the flood* 
 And loft in following years. 
 
 7 Time like an ever-rolling flream> 
 Bears all its fons away ; 
 They fly forgotten, as a dream 
 Dies at the op'ning day. 
 
 5 LikcflowYy celds the nations ftand 
 
 PleasM with the morning light ; 
 The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand 
 Lie withering ere 'tis night.] 
 
 9 Our God, our help in ages pafl, 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Be thou our guard while troubles laft, 
 And our eternal home. 
 
 PSALM 90, Ver. 8, I!, i, 10, ifc. Second 
 
 Part. C. M. 
 Infirmities and Mortality the Effect of Sin ; or^ 
 
 Life, Old Age, an J Preparations for Death* 
 I 1 " ORD, if thine eyes furvey our faults, 
 A— ' And juftice grovt s fevere, 
 Thy dreadful wrath exceeJs our thoughts, 
 Aad barns beyond our fear. 
 
 1 Thine an^er turns our frame to duft % 
 By one offence to thee, 
 Adam, with all his fons havelofl 
 Their immortality. 
 3 L'fe, like a vain amufement flies* 
 A» fable cr a foog ^ 
 
 M $ 
 
C *<>4- ) 
 Byfwift d-sgrees our nature dies., 
 Nor ran our joys be long. 
 
 4 'lis but a few whofe days amount 
 To threefcore years and ten ; 
 An . all beyond that fhort account 
 Is forrow, toil, and pain. 
 
 $ [Our vitals with laborious ftrife 
 Bear up the crazy (oaJ, 
 And dragthefe [Xjor remains of life. 
 Along the tirefome road. ] 
 
 6 Almighty God reveal thy love, 
 
 A n I not thy wrath alone : 
 Oh ! Itt our fweet experience prove 
 
 The mercies of thy throne. 
 
 *j Our fouls would learn the heav'nly art. 
 T* im rove the hours we have, 
 That wt- may acl the wifer part, 
 And live beyond the grave, 
 
 |>SALM 96. Ver. 13, &c. Third Tart. C. M, 
 
 Bi eathing after Heaven. 
 > T\ ETURN, O God of love, return ; 
 !\ Earth isatirefome place : 
 liow long fliall we thy children mourn. 
 Our abfence from thy face ? 
 
 % ]>t heav'rt fucceed our painful years^ 
 Let fin and for row ceafc, 
 A nl in proportion to our tears,, 
 So make our joys inpEtaje 
 
( **s > 
 
 $. Thy wonders to thy fervants (how, 
 Make thy own work complete ;" 
 
 Then (hall our fouls thy glory know, 
 An.l own thy love was great. 
 
 4 Then fhall we (nine before thy throne 
 In all thy beauty Lord : 
 And the poor fenfice we have done 
 Meet a divine reward. 
 PSALM QQ. Ver. 5, 10, 12. Short Metr;* 
 
 The Frailty and Shortnefs of Life. 
 I T ORD, what a feeble piece 
 jL-J ^ s tn ' s our rnortal frame ! 
 Our life how poor a ti ifle 'tis, 
 That fcarce deferves the name * 
 
 a Alas, the brittle clay 
 
 That built our body firft ! 
 And ey'ry month and ev'ry day. 
 'Tis muuLVingback to dull. 
 
 g Our moments fly apace, 
 
 Our feeble pow'rs decay, 
 Swift as a flood our hafty days 
 Are fweeping us away. 
 
 4 Yet, if our days muft fly 
 
 We'll keep their end in fight, 
 We'll fpend them all in wifjom's way,* 
 And let them fpeed their flight. 
 
 5 They'll waft us focrser o'er 
 
 This life's ternpeilucus fea ; 
 Soon we fhall reach the peaceful ftiore 
 Of bleft «.teraity, 
 
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'fS'ALM 91. Ver. 1-^7, Firtf Part. Long Metre, 
 
 fety in P eafesand D.mger. 
 
 1 |_| E thai \i Go 1, 
 
 JS la Shall find a roaH fecure abode ; 
 Shall v/al!i all Jay beneath hi$ IhaJe, 
 An 1 there at night iLill reft his head. 
 
 S Then will I fay, « My Go::, thy row'r 
 " ShaiJ be my fortrefs ana my tow';- ; 
 " I that am form 'a of feeble cjuft 
 " Make thine almighty arm my trufi.'* 
 
 5 Thrice happy rnan! thy Maker's care 
 Shall keep thee from the fofrler's frtare ; 
 Fro"*?* Satan's wites, who ftill betrays 
 UnguafjJed fouls a th< ys. 
 
 4 J. .it as a hen protects !er brbqd, 
 
 From birds of j rev that feek their blood, 
 Tne Lord his Painful faints, (hall guard* 
 An i endlefs life V cfieir reward. 
 
 j If burning beams of noon conf; ire 
 To "; Hernial fire ; 
 
 Go;; is their life, hrs wings are fpread 
 To fhield them with an healthful (hade* 
 
 6 If Vapours witli malignant breath 
 
 Rife thick, ana featier midnight death^ 
 Ifra'd is fafe : the porfon d air 
 Grows pure, if Ifra'J i> God be there. 
 
 P a u s E. 
 
 ^ What tho' a ihouf md at thylide, 
 Arja:^ 1 y ^ai.'i. tea Ooaaad dyU * 
 
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 Thy Go J Us chofen people far* 5 
 Amonglt the dead, amidfl the graves* 
 
 8 So when he fent his. angel down 
 
 To make his wrath in Egypt known-, 
 And flew their for.s, his careful eve 
 Pail a',1 the doors of Jacob by. 
 
 £> But if the fire, or ; L«goe 3 or f* T orJ p 
 Receive commlfion from the Lord, 
 To flrike ruVfamrs among the reft, 
 Their very pains and deaths are bit ft. 
 
 lo The f word, the pelblence, or fire 
 Shall but fulfil their heft defire ; 
 From fins an J torrows fet them free 
 And bring toy children. Lor J, to the 
 
 
 PSALM r>r. Ver. p, i6. Sec. P^rtv Com, n -Vcre. 
 Protection from Deafclv, Guar i cf Angels, Vicfccy, 
 
 and Deliverance. 
 J X 7E fons of men, a feeble race, 
 I Expos' ! to ev'ry fnare, 
 Come make the, kord, your u welling place;, 
 And try and truft his care, 
 
 2 No ill fb.ill enter where you <lwell ; 
 , Or if the plague come nigh, 
 An \ fwee^p the wicke i down to hell, 
 'Twill raiSe the taints on high. 
 
 5 Hell give his angels charge to keep. 
 Your feet in all- their ways ; 
 To watch your pillow while you fleep, 
 Aod guard your Happy da} s.. 
 
 M 4 
 
< *o$ ) 
 \ Their hand fhall bear you left you fail 
 And dafh againfi the ilones ; 
 Are they not fcrvants at his call, 
 Andfentt* attend his foi>s ? 
 
 f Adders and lions ye (hall tread ; 
 The tempter's wiles defeat : 
 He that hath bruis'd the ferment's he^d 
 Puts him beneath your ieet. 
 
 ) " Becaufe on me they fet their love, 
 61 I'll lave them, faith the Lorn ; 
 - " I'll bear their joyful fouls above, 
 $" Deftruclion and the fword. 
 
 j c: My grace mail anfwer when they call, 
 " la trouble I'll be nigh ; 
 " My pow'r (hall help them when they fall, 
 " And raife them when they die. 
 
 5 " Thofe that on earth my name have known 3 
 " I'll honour them in heav'n ; 
 " There my falvation mall be mown, 
 " And endlefs life be given." 
 
 PSALM 93. Firfl Part. Long Metrg. 
 A Pfalm for the Lord's Day. 
 
 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, 
 To praife thy name give thanks andiing^ 
 Tofhow thy love by morning light, 
 And talk of all thy truth at night. 
 
 I Sweet is the day of facred red, 
 Wo mortal care {hall feize my breaft, 
 O may my heart in tune be found, 
 Like David's harp offolemn found I 
 
( *0j» ) 
 g My heart fnall triumph in my Lor^, 
 And blefs his works arcd blefs his wore?, 
 Thy works of grace how bright they fni'ne L 
 How deep thy counfels ! hew divine ! 
 
 4 Fools never raife their thoughts fo high $ 
 Like brutes they live, like brutes they die 2. 
 Like grafs they flouiifh, 'till thy breath 
 Blafis thern in everlaiting death. 
 
 £ But I fhall fhare a glorious part 
 
 When grace hath well refin'd my hear? ? 
 And frefh fupplies of joy are ihei 
 Like, holy oil to cheer my head, 
 
 6 Sin (my worft enemy before) 
 
 Shall vex my eyes and ears no mere ^ 
 3V1y inward foes /nail all be (Iain, 
 Nor Satan break my peace again. 
 
 1 Then fball I fee an .1 hear and know 
 All I deiVd, er W(ft*fd below ;. 
 And" ev ry pow V fiftJ fweet employ 
 In that eternal world of joy, 
 
 PSALM p*. Ver. js, fee. Sec. Part. L. Mets 
 
 The Church is the 'Garden of God. 
 g T ORD, 'tisa pleifant thing to ftand 
 8 ^ In gar Jens planted by thine haad j,' 
 Let me within thy courts be feett 
 Like a young cedar frelli and green. 
 
 % There grow thy faints in faith an love,, 
 Ekil with thine influence from abevtrj 
 Noi Lebanon with all irs trees 
 Yielus fuch a comely fight as tbdGfe 
 
C 2 10 ) 
 
 3 The plants ofgrace (hall ever live ; 
 (Nfature drca\s, but grace mult thrive) 
 Time, that doth r11 things elfe impair, 
 Siili makes them flourim ftrong and fair. 
 
 4 ! a ;en with fruits of age they fhow, 
 The Lord is holy jufl and true ; 
 More that attend his gates fiiali find 
 A God unfaithful or unkind. 
 
 PSALM. 03. Firft Metre. As the 100th pfalia* 
 
 The Eternal and the Sovereign God. 
 I *T F K OVA B reigns ; he dwells in light, 
 *f Girde.l with majefty and might: 
 ^he woiJd created by his hands 
 till on its firft foundation Hands. 
 
 % But ere this f;)acious world wis m.ile, J 
 
 Or haci, its firft foundation laid, 
 Thy throne eternal ages Hood, 
 ThyfelF the ever living God. 
 
 3 Like floo Is the angry nations rife, 
 And aim their rage againftthc ikies ; 
 Vain floods that aim their rage fo high S 
 At thy rebuke the billows uie. 
 
 4 For ever fhall thy throne endure ; 
 Thy promife HanJs for ever fure ; 
 / nil everlaftin^holinefs 
 
 Becomts the dwellings of thy grace. 
 
 PSALM 93. Second Metre. As the old roth Vfa]m. 
 
 \ l lirL Lord of glory reigns, he reignjs on high ; 
 
 His lobes of {late are Hrength aad maj.iiy j 
 
This wide creation rofe at his comnnn^, 
 Built by his word and 'itabli/h'd by his hand, 
 Long ftoo 1 hi* throne ere he began creation, 
 AaJ his. own Godhead is the firm foundation. 
 
 » G) I is th' eternal King ; thy foes in vain 
 Raife their rebellions to confound thy reign $ 
 la vain the ftorms, in vain the floods arife, 
 Ai i roar, and tofs their waves agairdt the fk'es ;. 
 Framing at heav'n they rage witk wild commo- 
 tion ; 
 Bat hea/'a's high arches fcorn the fwelling ocean* 
 
 3 Ye tempers rage no more ; ye floods be ftill ; 
 An J the mad world fubmiifive to his will : 
 Bailt on his truth his church mull everfland 
 Firm are his prornifes, and flror.g his hand : 
 See his own fons, when they apj. ear before him^ 
 Bow at his footitool and with fear adore him. 
 
 PSALM 93. Third Metre. As the old i22dPfalm. 
 I I HE Lord Jehovah reigns, 
 
 And roy al ftate maintains, 
 His head with awful glories cuown'd .;, 
 Array M in robes of light, 
 Begirt with fov'reign might> 
 And rays of in? jefty around. 
 
 e Upheld by thy commands 
 
 The world fecurely ftands, 
 And fkies and ftarsobey thy word £ 
 
 Thy throne was fixt on high 
 
 Ere flars adorn'd the (ky : 
 !fig£H3l is thy kingdom, I ; crd* 
 
( 21* ) 
 
 £ In vain the noify croud, 
 
 I/ke billows fierce and* loud, 
 Againfl thine empire rage and roar 5 
 In v.dn with angry fpite 
 The furlv nations fight, 
 And oafli like waves againft the Chore? 
 
 4. Le< floods and nations rage, 
 And all their powV engage, 
 Let Iwelling tides aiTiult the Iky ; 
 The terrors of thy frown 
 Shall beat their madnefs down ; 
 Thy throne fqr ever flanks on high, 
 
 $ Thy promifes are true, 
 
 Thy grace is ever new, 
 There fix'ti thy church /hall ne'er remove -j. 
 
 Thy faints with holy fear 
 
 Shall in thy courts appeal*, 
 And Cng thine everlafling love, 
 
 [Repeat the fourth (lanza to complete the Tune. 
 
 PSALM 94, Ver. i,z, 7, 14. Firil Part. C M. 
 Saints chadded, and Sinners deftroyed ; or, In— 
 
 ftruclivc Afflictions. 
 I /"""*\ COD ! to whom levenge belongs, 
 \.J Proclaim thy wrath aloud ; 
 Jjetfov'rrign ] ow'r redrefsour wrongs, 
 Lei juftice finije the proud. 
 
 3 They fay, «' The Lord nor fees nor hears ;" 
 When will the vain be wife ? 
 Can lie be deaf, who formM their ears ? 
 Or blind, who made their eyes I 
 
( "5 ) 
 
 $ He knows their impious thoughts arevain^ 
 And they fball ieel his pow*r : 
 His wrath (hall [Jerce thcic fouls with faia. 
 Id fome furpriling hour. 
 
 4 But if thy faints cleferve rebuke, 
 Thou hafl a gentler roc! ; 
 Thy providence, thy lacred boo-k 
 Shall make them know tleii God, 
 
 f Blefl is the man thy hartds chaflife, 
 
 And to his duty t.raw ; 
 Thy fcour^es make thy children, wife 
 When they forget thy law. 
 
 6 But God will ne'er cnft o.This faints^ 
 Nor his own promife break ; 
 He pardons his inheritance 
 For their Redeemer's fake. 
 
 PSALM 94. Ver. 16, 23. Second Part. C. R& 
 
 God our Support and Comfort ; or, Deliveianc^ 
 
 from Tempt?tion and Ferfecution. 
 
 ) \7[/ HO w '^ ar ' le an ^ l^ ea ^ m Y r 'g' ji 
 * V Againlt my num'rcus foes ? 
 While earth and hell their force unite,. 
 And all my hopes oppofe. 
 
 %. Had not the Lord, my rock, my help.; 
 Suflain'd my fainting head, 
 Iviy life had now in hlence dwelt, 
 My foul among!! the dead. 
 
 2, Ala? ! my Aiding feet ! I cry'd* 
 Tf V promife bore me up \ 
 
( *«4 ) 
 
 Tliy grace flood conftant by my fide, 
 Anci rais'd ray finking ho^ e. 
 
 4, While multitudes of mournful thoughts 
 Within my bofom roil, 
 Thy bound kis love forgives my faults. 
 Thy comforts cheer my foul. 
 
 j? Pow'rs of iniquity may rife, 
 And frame | ernicioi.s laws : 
 But Go 1 my refuse rules the ikies, 
 lie will defeuJ my caufe. 
 
 (J Let malice vent her rage aloud, 
 L< J t bold blaf, hemers feoff J 
 The Lord our God (hall ju..ge the proud, 
 And cut thefinners. oil. 
 
 P S A L M 9;. Common Metre. 
 
 A Pfalm before Prayer. 
 I QING to the Lord Jehovah's name, 
 *3 An 1 in his itrength rejoice s 
 When his fatvation is our theme, 
 Kxaked be our voice. 
 
 % With thanks approach his awful fight, 
 An 1 pfdlms of honour ling ; 
 The Lord's a God of bouncilrfs might, 
 Tiuc whole creation's King. 
 
 3 Let princes hear, let angels know, 
 How mean their natures feem, 
 Thofe Goms on high, and gods below,*. 
 When once <jorapai-\l with him. 
 
( I'S ) 
 
 I Earth with its caverns dark and deep* 
 Lies in his i" acious hand ; 
 He 5x d the feas what bounds to keep* 
 And where the hills mull itand. 
 
 £ Come and with humble louls adore, 
 Come, kneel before his face ; 
 O may the creatures of his '.ow'r 
 Be children or his grace ! 
 
 6 Now is the time he bends his ear* . 
 And waits for your requell ; 
 Come, left he rouze his wrath and fwear> 
 " Ye fhall not fee my reft." 
 
 PSAL M 95. Short Metre. 
 A Pfalin before Sermon. 
 3 /^OME, found his praife abroad, 
 V_^ And hymns of glory fmg : 
 Jehovah is the fov'reign God, 
 The univerfal King. 
 
 t He form'd the deeps unknown ; 
 He gave the feas their bound ; 
 The wrat'ry worlds are all his own.$ 
 And all the folid ground. 
 
 3 Come, worfhip at his throne, 
 
 Come, bow before the Lord 5 
 "VVe 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 cno'ce^ 
 And own your gracious God. 
 
( M(J5 ) 
 
 £ Bui if ydur cars refufe 
 
 The language of his grace, 
 
 And heaits grow hard like ilubborn JewSj 
 That unbelieving wee : 
 
 6 The Lord inveng'ancedreft 
 
 Will lift his hand, and iwear, 
 
 M You thatdefpife my promised refti 
 
 M Shall have no portion t.ere." 
 
 PSALM 95. Ver. I, A, g, 6—1 1. Long Metres 
 
 Canaan loll through Unbelief ; or, a Warning to 
 delaying Sinners. 
 
 3 /*"~^OME let our voices join to raife 
 V_^ A f-tcred fong of fole:nn p raife t 
 God is a foVreign King ; rehcarfe 
 His honouf in exalted veiTe. 
 
 it Come, let cur fouls addref* the Lord** 
 Who frara'd our natures with his word* 
 He is our Shepherd ; we the fheep 
 His mercy chofe, his paftures keep. 
 
 3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day > 
 The counfels of his love obey, 
 Nor let our harden'd hearts renew 
 The fins and plagues that lfra'1 knew. 
 
 4 Ifra1 that faw his works of grace 
 Yet tern;- 1 their Maker to his face ; 
 A faithlefs unbelieving brood, 
 That tir'd the patience of their God. 
 
 $ Thus faith the Lord, " How falfe they prove ! 
 « Forget my pevv'r, abufe my love j 
 
( "I ) 
 
 ft Since they def.jis'd ray reft, I (Wear.. 
 " Their feet fhall never enter there." 
 
 '6 [Look back, my foul, with holy dreadj 
 And view thofe ancient rebels dead j 
 Attend the otferM grace to-day > 
 Nor lofe the blellings by delay. 
 
 >j Seize the kind promife while it waits, 
 And march to Sion's heav'nly gates ; 
 Believe and take the promisM reit j 
 Obey, and be for ever bled.] 
 
 PSALM 96. Ver. 2, 10, Sec. Common Metre. 
 
 Chrift's firft and fecond Coming. 
 i OIKG to the Lord, ye diftant lands ; 
 v3 Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue ; 
 His new difcover'd grace demands 
 A new and nobler fong. 
 
 2. Say to the nations, Jefus reigns, 
 God's own almighty Son ; 
 His pow'r the finking world fuflains, 
 And grace iurrounds his throne. 
 
 2 Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day, 
 Joy through the earth be feen ; 
 Let cities fhine in bright array, 
 And fields in cheerful green. 
 
 4 The joyous earth, the bending Ikies 
 His glorious train difplay ; 
 Ye mountains fink, ye vallies rife, 
 Prepare the Lord his way. 
 
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 Behold he co^cs ; he comes to L!c(? 
 
 The nations as their GoJ ; 
 To (ho\y the world his nghteoufnefs, 
 
 Ant fend his truth abroad. 
 
 His voice (hall raife the flumb'ring dead, 
 
 And bid the world draw near ; 
 But how wil| guilty nations dread. 
 
 To fee their judge appear ! 
 
 V S A L M 97. As the 1 13th Pfalm. 
 The God of the Gentiles. 
 ET all the earth their voices raife, 
 To iing the choicell pfalm of p raife j 
 To ling and blefs JehoVaVs name : 
 His glory let the heathens know, 
 His wonders to the nations mow, 
 And all his laving works proclaim. 
 
 The heathens know thy glory, Lord, 
 The wond'ring nations read thy word, 
 
 But here Jehovah's name ii known : 
 Nor fhaD our Wormip e'er be paid, 
 To gods which mortal hands have made ; 
 
 Oar Maker is pur Go : alone. 
 
 He fram'd the globe, he built the f!;y, 
 He made thelhining worlds on hi G '/i, 
 
 And reigns com pi: tc in glorj there ;■ 
 His beams are thajeft'y and fight : 
 His beauties how divinely bright ! 
 
 His tem[.le how divinely fair ! 
 Come the great day, the glorious hour, 
 When earth flball feel his faring pow'r, 
 
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 An.1 baib'rous nations fear his name : 
 Then (ball the race of men confefs 
 The beauty of his hclinefs, 
 
 And in his courts his grace proclaim. 
 
 PSALM 97. Ver. 1—5. Firft Tart Long Metre. 
 Chril] reigning in Heaven, and coming to Judgment 
 1 T |E reigns ; the Lord, the Saviour reigns | 
 X -I Praife him in evangelic ftr&ms : 
 Let the whole earth in fongs rejoice. 
 And diflant iilands join their voice. 
 
 % Deep are his counfels and unknown ; 
 But grace and truth fupport his throne : 
 Tho' gloomy clouds his way furround : 
 Juitice is their eternal ground. 
 
 3 In robes of judgment, lo, he comes, 
 Shakes the wide earth and cleaves the tombs 5 
 Before him burns devouring fire, 
 The mountains melt, the feas retire. 
 
 4 His enemies with fore difmay, 
 Fly from the fight and fluin the day ; 
 Then lift your heads, ye faints, on high, 
 And fing, for your redemption's nigh. 
 
 PSALM, $7. Ver. 6—9. Second Part Long Met. 
 Chrifl's Incarnation, 
 
 I f T^HE Lord is come; the; heay'ns proclaim 
 JL His birth the nations learn his name 3 
 Ar. unknown liar directs .the road 
 Qf eatlern fages to their God. 
 
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 3 All ye bright armies of the ikies, 
 Go worfhip where the Saviour lies- 
 Angels and kings before him bow, 
 Thofe gods on high and gods below, 
 
 4 Let idols totter to the ground, 
 And their own worfhippers confound : 
 But Sion iLall his glories ring, 
 And earth confefs her fbv'reign king. 
 
 PSALM 97. Third Part. Long Metre, 
 Grace and glory. 
 J TpH' Almighty reigns exalted high 
 
 O'er all the earth, o'er all the fky 5; 
 Tho' clouds and darknefs veil his feet. 
 His dwelling is the mercy-feat. 
 
 % O ye that love his holy name , 
 Hate ev'ry work of fin and fhame ; 
 He guards the fouls of all his friends, 
 And from the fnares of hell defends. 
 
 3 Immortal light, and joys unknown, 
 Are for the faints in darknefs fown ; 
 Thofe glorious feeds mall tyring and rife,. 
 And the bright harveftblefs our eyes. 
 
 4 Rejoice ye righteous and record 
 The facred honours of the Lord ( 
 None but the foul that feels his grace 
 Can triumph in his holinefs. 
 
 PSAL M 97. V-er. 3, 5—7, 1 1. C. M 
 
 Chrifl's Incarnation and the iaft Judgment. 
 I T ET earth, with ev'ry ifle and fea 
 \ A Rejoice, the Saviour reigns. : 
 
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 His word like fire prepares his waj^ 
 And mountains melt to plains. 
 
 2 His prefence finks the proudeft hills^ 
 And makes the vallies rife ;. 
 The humble foul enjoys his fmiles, 
 The haughty (inner dies. 
 
 3. The heav'ns his rightful pow'r proclaim 5, 
 The idol-gods around 
 Fill their own worfl.ippers with fhame^ 
 And totter to the ground. 
 
 4 Adoring angels at his birth 
 
 Make the Redeemer known ;. 
 Thus mall he come to judge the earthy 
 And angels guard his throne. 
 
 5 His foes (hall tremble at his fight, 
 
 And hills and feas retire : 
 His children take their unknown Eighty 
 And leave the world on fire. 
 
 ^ The feeds of joy and glory fowri 
 For faints in darknefs here, 
 Shall rife and fpring in worlds unknown^ 
 And a rich harveft bear. 
 
 PSALM 98. Firft Part. Common Metr& 
 
 Praife for the Gofpel. 
 j TO our almighty Maker, God, 
 New honours be addrefs'd ; 
 His great falvation mines abroad j 
 And makes the nations bleft. 
 
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 1 To Abrah'jH-firft hefpoke the wou\ % 
 And tanght his numerous r.?ce ; 
 The Gentiles own him fov'reun Lore], 
 And learn to truft his gaace. 
 
 3, Let the whole earth his love proclaim 
 With all herdifPreiit tongues ; 
 Ami fpFead the honour of his name 
 In melody and fongs- 
 
 PSAl M 98. Second Part. Common Mt*re % . 
 
 The Mefliah's Coining and Kingdom. 
 1 JOY to the world, the Lord is come, 
 J Let eaith. receive her King ; 
 Let evVy heart prepare him room, ^ 
 And heav'n and nature ling, 
 
 z Joy to the eart.h, the Saviour reigns, 
 Let men their fongs employ ; 
 While fiejdi^nd flcqjs, rocks, hills and p!alns v 
 Repeat the founding joy. 
 
 £ No more let Hns and forrows grow,. 
 Nor thorns infer! the ground : 
 lie cc;n.er. p male his hie (Tings (low^ 
 Far as the curie is found. 
 
 4. He rules the world with truth and grace,. 
 An<l makes the nations prove 
 The glories of his righteoufnefs, 
 And wonders oThis love. 
 
 ? S A L M 99. Firil Part. Short. Metre 
 
 ChrifPs Kingdom and Majcfly, 
 5 HPHE God Jehovah reigns, 
 **• Let all the nations fear \ 
 
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 Let tinners tremble at his throng 
 And faints be humble there. 
 
 Jefus the Saviour reigns ; 
 
 Let earth adore its Lord ; 
 Bright cherubs his attendants flan J, 
 
 Swift to fulfill his word. 
 
 3 In Sion flands his throne, 
 
 His honours are divine j 
 His church fhall make his wonders known* 
 For there his glories fhine. 
 
 4 How holy is his name ! 
 
 How terrible his praife ! 
 Juftice and truth, and judgment join 
 In all his worses of grace. 
 
 PSALM 99. Second Part. Short Metre. 
 
 A holy God worfhipped with Reverence, 
 i I7XALT the Lord our God, 
 3% And worfhip at his feet ; 
 His nature is all holinefs, 
 And mercy is his feat. 
 
 2 When Ifra'l was his church, 
 When Aaron was his priefr, 
 When Mofescry'd, when Samuel pray 5 d 3 
 He gave his people reft. 
 
 5 Oft he forgave their fins, 
 
 Nor would deftroy their race ; 
 And oft he made his veng'ance known 
 When they abus'd his grace. 
 
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 4 Exalt the Lord our God, 
 
 Whofe grace is ftiJl the fame j 
 Still he's a God of holinefs, 
 And jealous for his name. 
 
 PSALM loo. Firft Metre. A plain Tranilauoa. 
 
 Praife to our Creator. 
 j "\7*E nations round the earth, rejoice 
 
 JL Before the Lord, your fov'reign Kings 
 Serve him with cheerful heart and voice^ 
 With all your tongues his glory fing. 
 
 $ The Lord is God ; 'tis he alone 
 D^th life and breath, and being give : 
 We are his work, and not our own ; 
 The fheep that on his paflures live. 
 
 5 Enter his gates with fongs of joy, 
 With praifestohis courts repair ; 
 And make it your divine employ 
 To pay your thanks and honours there;. 
 
 5 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind ; 
 Great is his grace, his mercy fure ; 
 And the whole race of man (hall find 
 His truth from age to age endure. 
 
 V S A L M too. Second Metre. A ParaphralW 
 i gEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
 
 Ye nations, bow with facred joy ; 
 
 Know that the Lord is God alone ; 
 
 He can create and he deflroy. 
 % His fov'reign power without our aid 
 
 Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; 
 
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 And when like wand'ring Iheep we flrayM, 
 He brought us to his fold again. 
 
 $ We are his people, we his care, 
 Our fouls, and all our mortal frame ; 
 What lafiing honours fhall we rear, 
 Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 
 
 4 We'll croud thy gates with thankful fong^ 
 High as the heav'n our voices raife ; 
 And earth with her ten thoufan! tongues: 
 Shall fill thy courts with founding praife, 
 
 j Wide as the world is thy command 
 Vaft as eternity thy love ; 
 Firm as a rock thy truth rauft Hand, 
 When rolling years fhall ceafe to move. 
 
 PSALM ici. Long Metre, 
 
 The Magi date's Pfalm. 
 ** 7\ /T ^RC Y and judgment are my fang, 
 J VI And ^ nce *hey kcth to ^' ee beiobg> 
 My gracious God, my righteous King, 
 To thee my fangs and vows I bring. 
 
 £ If I am raia'd to bear thefword ; 
 111 take my counfel from thy word ; 
 Thy juftice and thy heavmly grace 
 Shall be the pattern of my ways. 
 
 3 Let wifdom all my actions guide, 
 And let my God with me refide : 
 No wicked thing fhall dwell with me M 
 Which may provoke thy jealoufy,. 
 
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 4 No fous of flander, rage and flrife 
 Shall be companions of my life : 
 The haughty look, the heart of pride 
 "Within my doors (hall ne'er abide. 
 
 5 [I'll fearch the land and raife the jult 
 To polls of honour, wealth and truft : 
 The men that work thy holy will 
 Shall be my friends and fav 'rites Hill.] 
 
 6 In rain fhall finners hope to rife 
 By flattering or malicious lies ; 
 Nor, while the innocent I guard, 
 Shall bold offenders e'er bt fpar'd. 
 
 7 The impious crew (that factious band) 
 Shall hide their heads, or quit the land ; 
 z^ndall that break the public refl, 
 Where I have pow'r, fhall be fuppreft. 
 
 PSALM ioi. Common Metre. 
 A Pfalm for a Mafter of a Family. 
 J £~\F jufiiceand of grace I fing, 
 \J And pay my God my vows ; 
 Thy grace and juftice heav'nly K ing, 
 Teach me to rule thy houfe. 
 
 1 Now to my tent, O God repair, 
 And make thy fervant wife ; 
 I'll fufler nothing near me there 
 That mall oilend thine eyes. 
 
 & The man that doth his neighbour wrong 
 By falfehood or by force, 
 The fcoraiul eye, the fland'rous tongue^ 
 yil rhruft them from my doors. 
 
 
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 4 111 feek the faithful ana the juft, 
 And will their help enjoy ; 
 Thefe are the friends that I (hall truft A . 
 The fervauts I'll employ. 
 
 £ The wretch that deals in fly deceit 
 I'll not endure a night ; 
 The liar's tongue I ever hate, 
 And banifh from my fight. 
 
 I'll purge my family around, 
 
 And make the wicked flee ; 
 So fhall my Koine be ever found 
 
 A. dwelling fit for thee. 
 
 F3ALM 102. Ver. i — 13, 20, 21. Firft Fart- 
 Common Metre. 
 A Prayer for the Afflicted. 
 
 2 TTEAR me, O God, nor hide thy face., 
 JL JL Butaniwer, left I die: 
 
 Haft thou not built a throne of grace, 
 To hear when (inners cry ? 
 
 It My days are wafted like the fmoke 
 Ddlblving in the air J 
 My ftrength is dry ? d, my heart is broke, 
 And finking in defpair. 
 
 3 My fpirits flag like with'ring grafa 
 
 Burnt withexceilive heat f 
 In fecret groans my minutes pafs* 
 And I forget to eat. 
 
 4. As on fome lonely building's top* 
 The fparrow tells her moan^. 
 
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 Far from the ten ts of joy and hope. 
 I fit and grieve alone. 
 
 5 My foul is like a wildernefs, 
 
 Where beau's of midnight howl ; 
 Where the Tad raven finds her place, 
 And where thefcreaming owl. 
 
 6 Dark difmal thoughts and boding fears 
 
 Dwell in my tioubled breaft ; 
 While (harp reproaches wound my ears.. 
 Nor give my fpirit reft. 
 
 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, 
 
 And tears are my re pail : 
 ?vly daily bread like afL.es grows 
 Unpleafant to my tafie. 
 
 8 Senfe can afford no real joy 
 
 To fouls that feel thy fi own : 
 Lord 'twas thy hand advane'd me high* 
 Thy hand hath cafl me down. 
 
 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear 3 
 
 And life's declining light 
 Grows faint as ev'nmg (hadows are, 
 
 Thatvanifh into night. 
 20 But thou for ever a.rf the fame, 
 
 O my eternal God ; 
 Ages to come mall know thy name,, 
 
 And fpread thy works abroad. 
 
 3 1 Thou wilt arife, and mow thy foce, 
 Nor will thy Lord delay, 
 beyond th' appointed hour of grace*. 
 %k$t long e:cne6kd day. 
 
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 $2 He hears his faints, he knows their pry-* 
 And by myfterious ways, 
 Redeems the pris'ners, doom'd to die, 
 And fills their tongues with praife. 
 SALM j 02. Ver. 1 3^2 1 . Sec. Part. C. M* 
 Prayer heard, and Sion reftored. 
 
 LET Sion, and her fons rejoice ', 
 Behold the promrs'd hour ; 
 Her God hath heard her mourning voice^ 
 And comes t ? exalt his power. 
 
 Her dufl and ruins that remain, 
 
 Are precious in our eyes \ 
 Thofe ruins {hall be built again. 
 
 And all that duft (hall rife. 
 
 The Lord will raife Jerufalem, 
 
 And (land in glory there ; 
 Nations (hail bow before his name^ 
 
 And kings attend with fear* 
 
 He Gts a fov'reign on his throne, 
 
 With pity in his eyes ; 
 He hears the dying prifoners groan* 
 
 And fees their fighs arife. 
 
 He frees the fouls condemn'd to deaths 
 
 And when his faints complain, 
 Itfhan'tbe faid, " that praying breath, 
 
 " Was ever fpent in vain." 
 
 This (liall be known when, we are dead % 
 
 And left on long record ; 
 That ages yet unborn may read x 
 
 4^d truft and praife the Lord*. 
 
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 P3ALV 102. Ve-. 23-2S. Third Part. L. M, 
 
 TvFan'i Mortality, and ChrifPs Fternity ; or Saints 
 
 die, but Chrid and the Church live. 
 
 1 1 T is the Lord our Saviour's hand, 
 
 -*• Weakens our drength am kid the race ,' 
 IDifeafe 3ti.l death at his command 
 Arrert us and cut (hort our days. 
 
 2 Spare us, O Lord, alcud we pray, 
 
 Nor let our fun go down at neon ; 
 Thy years are one eternal d?,y,- 
 
 And mud thy children die fo fodri ? 
 2 Yet in the midil of death an 1 grfef 
 
 This thought our fbrrbw fliaM aiKiage, 
 cc Our Father and our Saviour live ; 
 
 " Chrilt is the fame thro' cv'iy age.*' 
 
 4 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid ; 
 
 Heav'n is the building of his hand ; 
 This earth grows old, thefe heav'ns /hall fade 5 
 » And ail be changM at his command. 
 
 5 The dairy curtains of the iky 
 
 Like garments [hail be laid afide : 
 But (lill thy throne flarids firm and high ; 
 Thy church for ever mud abide. 
 
 6 Before thy face thy church fhall live. 
 
 And on thy throne thy chil treti reign ; 
 This dying world fhall they fi.rviv?, 
 And the dead faints be rais'-t again. 
 PSALM 103 \Vr. 1— .7. FirQ Parr. Long Met, 
 
 BledingGod for his Goodnefs to Soul and Body* 
 4 g-L-ESS, O my foul, the living God, 
 
 pa)J .home thy thoughts that rove abroad^ 
 
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 X.et all the powers within me 
 In work and wor/Lip io d 
 
 Blcfs, O my foul, the God of grace ! 
 His favours claim thy higheil praife ; 
 Whj ii.oalJ the wonders he hath wrought 
 Be loft in Hence and forget ? 
 
 5 ? Tis He, my foul, that fent his Ton 
 To die for ciimes, which thou hall done % 
 He owns tciQ ranforn, and iorgtves 
 Thehourjy follies of cur lives. 
 
 *. The vices of the mind he Heals* 
 
 And cures the pains that nature feels ; 
 Redeems the foul from hell, and faves 
 Our waiting lives from threat'ning graves* 
 
 5 Ourycuth dec ay 'tf, his power repairs ; 
 His mercy crowns our growing yeais : 
 He fills cur fie re with ev'rygood, 
 And feeds cur fouls with keav'nly food. 
 
 6 He fees th' oppreflbr and the oppreft, 
 And often gives the fuft'rers refl ; 
 But wTH his juftice more difplay 
 In the Lft great rewarding day. 
 
 [His power lie (how'd by Mcfrs' hands ; 
 And gave to Ifni'i his commands ; 
 ButTent his truth and mercy down 
 To ali the nations by his Sen.]' 
 
 Let th? whole earth Ids power dbo&fsj 
 Let the whole, earth adore his grace v 
 The Gentile with the Jew flail join 
 la wo.h rr.d wo.Thfn fo divine. 
 
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 PSALM 103. Second Part. Long Mrtrfc. 
 'God's gentle Chaflifement ; or, His tender Mere)? 
 to his People. 
 
 5 '"THE Lord, how wond'rous are his ways ? 
 
 How firm his truth ! how large his grace ! 
 He takes his mercy for his throne, 
 And thence he makes his glories known. 
 
 6 Not half fo high his power hath fpread 
 The ftarry heav'ns above our head* 
 As his rich love exceeds our praife* 
 Exceeds the higheft hopes we raifei 
 
 3 Not half fo far hath nature plac'd 
 The riling morning from the weft> 
 As his forgiving grace removes 
 The daily guilt of thofe he loves. 
 
 4 How llow his awful wrath to rife ! 
 On fwifter wings falvation flies ; 
 And if he lets his anger burn, 
 Howfoon his frowns to pity turn ! 
 
 jj AmiJft his wrath compamon fhines ; 
 His ftrokes are lighter than our fins ; 
 And while his rod correcls his faint;* 
 His ear indulges their complaints. 
 
 •0 So fathers their young fons chaflife, 
 With gentle hands and melting eyes : 
 The children weep beneath the fmart> 
 And move the pity of their heart. 
 Pause. 
 
 •) The mighty God, the wife and juft, 
 Knows that our frame is feeble duft 2 
 
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 And will no heavy loads im pofe 
 Beyond the ftrength that he bellows. 
 
 'He knows how foon ©ur nature dies,, 
 B killed by ev'ry wind that flies ; 
 Like grafs we fpring and die as foon, 
 Or morning flowers that fade at noon. 
 
 ) But his eternal love is fure 
 To a!l the faints, and Hi a 1 1 endure : 
 From age to age his truth (hall reign, 
 Nor children's children hope in vain. 
 
 ISAliM 103. Ver. 1—7. Firfl Part. Short Metre, 
 
 Praifefor Spiritual and Temporal IMerci.es. 
 I f~\U blefs'the Lord, my foul * 
 V^ Let all within me join, 
 And aid my tongue to blefs his name^. 
 Whofe favours are divine. 
 
 1 O blefs the Lord my foul ! 
 Nor let his mercies lie, 
 Forgotten in unthankfulnefsi- 
 And without praifcs die. 
 
 ^ r f is he forgives thy f ns, 
 
 Tis he relieves thy pain, 
 ? Tis he that heals thy fckrulTeSj. 
 And makes thee young again. 
 
 4 He crowns thy life with love, 
 
 When ranfom'd from the grave 3 
 He that redeemed my foul from hell 
 Hatli icv'reign Dow'r to fave, 
 
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 j He fills the poor with good ; 
 He gives the fuff'rers reft ; 
 The Lord hath judgments for the proud* 4 
 And juflice for th'oj j reft. 
 
 £ His wond'rous works and ways 
 He made by Mofes known ; 
 But fent the world his truth and grace 
 By his beloved Son. 
 P5ALM 103. Ver. 8— 18, Second Part. Short M. 
 Abounding Compaflionof Got ; or, Mercy in the 
 
 Midi! of Judgment. 
 $ A Jf Y foul, repeat his praife, 
 J VI Whofe mercies are fo great. 
 Whofe anger is fo flow to rife, 
 So ready to abate. 
 
 1 God will not always chide ; 
 
 And when his (irokes are felt, 
 His (trokes are fewer than our crimes, 
 And lighter than our guilt. 
 
 % High as the heav'ns are rais'd 
 Above the ground we tread, 
 So far the riches of his grace 
 Our higheft though; s exceed. 
 
 4 His power fubdues our fins, 
 
 And his forgiving love, 
 Far as the eaft is from the weft, 
 Doth all our guik remove. 
 
 5 The pity of the Lord 
 
 To thofe that fear his name, 
 
 Is fuch as tender parents feel ; 
 
 £Le ^nows our feeble frame. 
 
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 He known we are but duft, 
 
 Scatter'd with ev'ry breath ^ 
 His anger like a riling wind 
 
 Can lend us fwift to death. 
 
 Our days are as the graft, 
 
 Or like the morning flower I 
 If one :7iarp blaft fweep o'er the fieid, t 
 
 it withers in an hour. 
 
 But'thy companions, Lord, 
 To endlefs years endure ° y 
 Antl children's children ever find 
 Thv words of promife fure. 
 PSALM 103. Ver. 1$, 22. Third Part. Short . W:. 
 God's universal Dominion; or. Angels. pfcaife it^ 
 Lord. 
 THE Lord the fov'reign King, 
 
 Hath £xed his throne on high. 
 O'er all the heavVdy world he rukSj 
 And ail beneath the fkf. 
 
 Ye angels great in might, 
 
 And fwift to do his wiily 
 JBIe r s ye the Lord, whofe voice ye heaft 
 
 Whefe pleafure ye fulfil. 
 
 J_.r: the bright hofrs who wait 
 
 The orders of their King, 
 And guard his churches when they praXj, 
 
 Join in the praife they hug. 
 
 j While all his wond'rous worlrs, 
 Thro' his vaft kingdom, fhow 
 
 Thf -ir Vaker's glory, thou, my foul, 
 Shall £ng his .grates too. 
 
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 PSALM 104. 
 The Glory of God in Creation and Providence. 
 1 TV li Y foul, thy great Creator praifc ; 
 iVA When' cloth M in his celeitial rays, 
 He in full majefly appears, 
 And like a robe his glory wears. 
 
 Note, This Pfalm may he fung to the Tune of (he 
 
 old 1 12th or 127th Pfalm, by adding thefe two 
 
 Lines to every Stanza, (viz.) 
 
 Great is the Lord ! what tongue can frame 
 
 An equal honour to his name ? 
 
 [Otherwife it mull be fung as the 100th Pfalm. 
 8 The heav'ns are for his curtains fpread ; 
 
 Th' unfathomM deep he makes his bed : 
 
 Clouds are his chariot when he flies 
 
 On winged ftorms acrofs the Ikies. 
 
 3 Angels, whom his own breath infpires, 
 His minitlers are flaming fires ; 
 
 And IVift as thought their armies move 
 To bear his veng'ance or his love. 
 
 4 The world's foundation by his hand 
 Js pois'd, and mail forever ftand : 
 He binds the ocean in his chain, 
 Left it mould drown the earth again. 
 
 $ When earth was cover'd with the flood, 
 Which high above the mountains flood, 
 He thunder'd and the ocean fled, 
 Confin'd to its appointed bed. 
 
 £ The fwelling billows know their bound, 
 And in their channels walk their round \ 
 
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 Vet thence convey'd by fecret veins, 
 
 They ipring ou hills, and drench the plaint 
 
 *] He bids the cryftal fountains flow, 
 And cheers the vallies as they go ; 
 There gentle herds their thirft allay, 
 And for the dream wild affes bray. 
 
 |S From pleafant trees which fhade the brinks 
 The lark and linnet light to drink ; 
 Their fongs the lark and linnet raife^ 
 Arid chide our ulence in his praife. 
 
 Pa»se Firft. 
 
 © God from his cloudy ciftern pours 
 
 Oa the parchM earth enriching fhow ? rs s 
 The grove, the garden and the field, 
 A thoufand joyful bleffings yield. 
 
 io He makes the grafly food arife, 
 And gives the cattle large fupplies ; 
 With herbs for man of various power, 
 To nourifh nature, or to cure. 
 
 i i What noble fruit the vines produce ! 
 The olive yields a pleafing juice ; 
 Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine* 
 His gifts proclaim his love divine. 
 
 12 His bounteous hands our table fpread, 
 He fills our cheerful ftores with bread , 
 While food our vital llrength impart$> 
 Let daily praife infpire our hearts. 
 
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 Pause Second. 
 Ig TCehbld the (lately cedar ftands 
 Rais'd in the foreil by his hands ; 
 Birds to the boughs for fhelter fly, 
 And build their nefls fecure on high. 
 
 14 To craggy hills, afcends the goat ; 
 And at the airy mountain's foot 
 The feebler creatures make their cell ; 
 He gives them wifdom where to dwell. 
 
 15 He fets the fun his circling race ; 
 Appoints the moon to change her lace ; 
 Anu when thick darknefs veils the day, 
 Calls out wild beails to hunt their prey. 
 
 2$ Fierce lions lead their young abroad, 
 Attd roaring afk their meat from God ;' 
 But when the morning beams arife, 
 The lavage beafts to covert flies. 
 
 1 7 Then man to daily labour goes ; 
 The night was made for his repofe : 
 Sleep is thy gift, that fweet relief 
 From tirefome toil and wafting gi ief. 
 
 18 Howftrange thy^vorks ! How great thy fk'll* J 
 While evVy land thy riches fill : 
 Thy wifdom round the world we fee, 
 This fpacious earth is full oi tfiee. 
 
 19 Nor lefs thy glories in the deep, 
 Where fifh in millions fwim ami creep, 
 "With wondVous motions, fwift or flow. 
 Still wand'ring in the paths below. 
 
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 ;0 There mips divide their wat'ry waft 
 And flocks of fcaly monflers play ; 
 The huge leviathan relides, 
 An J feariefs fports amid the tides. 
 
 Pause Third. 
 
 i Vafl are thy works, almighty Lord, 
 All nature reds upon thy word, 
 And the whole race of creatures ftands, 
 Waiting their portion from thy hands. 
 
 z While each receives his dift'rent food, 
 Their cheerful looks pronounce it good : 
 Eagles and bears, and whales, and worms 
 Rejoice and praife in diff rent forms. 
 
 3 But when thy face is hid they mourn, 
 And dying to their duft return ; 
 Eoth man and beaft their fouls reGgn : 
 Life, ureath and fj.irit, all are thine. 
 
 24 Yet thou canfl breathe on duft again, 
 And fill the world with beads and men j: 
 A word of thy creating breath 
 Repairs the wades of time and death. 
 
 ^25 His works, the wonders of his mighty 
 Are honour'd with his own delight : 
 How awful are his glorious ways S 
 The Lord is dreadful in his praife. 
 
 %6 The earth ftands trembling at thy flroke > 
 And at thy touch the mountains (moke ; 
 Yet humble fouls may fee thy face, 
 And tell their wants to fov'reign grace. 
 
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 <|7 In thee my hopes and withes rjzzt, 
 And make my meditations iweet ; 
 Thy praifes mall my breath employ 
 Till it expire in endlefs joy. 
 
 *8 While haughty finners die accurfi, 
 
 Their glory bury'd with their dull, 
 
 I to my God, my heav'nly ICing 
 
 Immortal hallelujahs fing. 
 PSALM 105/ Abridged. Common jV'Mre, 
 pod's Conduct to' Ifrael, and the Plagues of Egypt. 
 1 /""^ IVE thanks to God, invoke his name, 
 
 V_J And tell the world his grace ; 
 
 Sound through the earth his deeds of fame? 
 • That all may feek his face. 
 
 3 His cov'nant which he kept in mind 
 For numerous ages pail:, 
 To num'rous ages yet behind 
 In equal force (hall lafl. 
 
 3 He fware to Abr'am and his feed^ 
 
 And made the bleinngs fure. 
 Gentiles the ancient prom He read, 
 And find his truth endure. 
 
 4 " Thy feed fhall make all nations ble$, 
 
 " (Said the Almighty voice) 
 " And Canaan's land mall be their red, 
 <c The type of heav'nly joys. 
 
 s [How large the grant ! how rich the grace !• 
 To give them Canaan's land, 
 \Yhen they were flrangers in the place,, 
 A fmall and feeble band j 
 
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 f Like pilgrims through the countries round; 
 Securely they remov'.J ;. 
 And haughty kings, that on them frown ? dV 
 Severely he reprov'd. 
 
 f <{ Touch mine anointed, and my mine arm, = 
 Cl Shall foon avenge the wrong ! 
 "The man that does my prophets harn^ 
 « Shall know their God is ftrong." 
 
 Then let the world forbare its rage 5 
 
 Nor put the church in fear: 
 Iirael mufl live through ev'ry age. 
 
 Ana be th'- Almighty's care. 
 
 Pause Firft. 
 
 ) When Pharoah dar'd to vex the faints^ 
 And thus provoi'ii their God ? 
 Mofes. was lent at their complaints, 
 jArm'd with his ureaoful rod. 
 
 | He call'd for darknefs : darknefs came?. 
 Like an o'erwhelming flood ; 
 He turn'd each lake and ev'ry ft ream. 
 To lakes and dreams of blood. 
 
 i He gave the Ggn, and noifome fifes 
 
 Thro' the whole country {; react ; 
 And frogs in baleful armies rife 
 About the monarch's bed. 
 
 2 Thro' fields, and towns, and palaces, 
 
 The tenfold veng'arcc flew ; 
 Lenin's infwaims ce\our'ci their trees^ 
 And hail their cattk flew. 
 
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 5-3 Thcffi by an, angel's mid-night ftroka 
 The flow'r of Egypt dy'd ; 
 The ftrength of evVy houfe he broke? 
 Their glory and their pride. 
 
 54 Now, let the world forbear its rage* 
 Nor put the church in fear ; 
 Ifra'l mull live thro' ev'ry age, 
 And be th' Almighty's care. 
 
 Pause Second. 
 
 5 Thus were the tribes from bondage free'd. 
 And left the hated ground ; 
 Rich with Egyptian fpoils they fled, 
 Nor was one feeble found. 
 
 16 The Lord himfelf chofe out their way, 
 And mark'd their journey's right, 
 Gave them a leading cloud by day, 
 A fiery guide by night. 
 
 37 They thjrft ; and waters from the rock, 
 In rich abundance flow, 
 And following flill the courfe they took, 
 Ran all the defert through. 
 
 18 O wond'rous ftreani ! O blefTed type 
 Of ever-flo wing grace ! 
 So Chrift our rock maintains our life 
 And aids our waai'ring race. 
 
 jf) Thus guarded by th? Almighty hand a> 
 The chofen tribes pofleft 
 Canaan,, the rich, the promis'd land, 
 ^»nd there enjoy' d their rift. 
 
 
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 •JO Then let the world forbear its rage> 
 The ciun ch renounce her fear ; 
 lira'] mull live thro'ev'ry age, 
 Andbeth' Almighty's care. 
 
 PSALM jo6. Ver. 1—5. Firft Part. Long Metre* 
 Praifeto God ; or, Communication with Saints. 
 £ npO God, the great, the ever bled, 
 X Let fongs of honour be addrcll ; 
 His mercy linn lb, ever Hands ; 
 Give him the thanks his love demands. 
 
 % Who knows the wonders of thy ways ? 
 Who (lull fulfil thy boundivfs praife ? 
 Llcll are the fouls that fear thee flill, 
 And pay their duty to thy will. 
 
 5 Remember what thy nicrcy did 
 
 Few Jacob's race, thy chofenfted % 
 
 Ana with the fame falvation blefs 
 
 Ti)c meaneft fti;)[ liant of thy grace 
 4 O may 1 iee ti'.y tribes rejoice, 
 
 An i aid their triumphs with my voice ! 
 
 'i hk is in;-. g:o;Vj Lord, to be 
 
 ■JoiaU td i.i\ {aims and t.ear to thee. 
 
 FdALM ic'j. Pan. II. Ver. 7, 8, 12, 14, 43-48* 
 
 Short Metre. 
 laaJ j unifhed and pardoned ; or, God's un- 
 changeable Love. 
 I ipOD of eternal lave, 
 
 V3 lioa fickle aic our ways ! 
 And yet how oh did Uut'l prove 
 Thy Cwiritaney efnaee ! 
 
 9 s 
 
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 £ They faw thy wonders wrought) 
 And then thy ;:raife they fung \ 
 But foon thy works of pow'rforgoti 
 And murmur'd with their tODgue. 
 
 g Now they believe his word, 
 
 While rocks with rivers flow : 
 Now with their lulis provoke the Lord, 
 And he reduc'd them low. 
 
 4 Yet when they mourn'd their faults, 
 He hearkenM to their groans ; 
 Brought his own cov'nant to his thoughts> 
 And cail'd them fiill his fons. 
 
 jfJTheir names were in his book, 
 
 He fov'd them from their foes ; # 
 
 Oft he chafiisM, but ne'er forfook 
 The peo; le that he chofe. 
 
 6 Let Ifral blefs the Lord, 
 
 Who love their ancient race ; 
 And Chilians join the folemn word, 
 
 Amen to all the praife. 
 PSALM 107. Firft Part. Long Metre. 
 Ifrael led to Canaan, and Chriflians to Heaven. 
 1 {~" y IVE thanks to God, he reigns above, 
 VJ Kind are his thoughts, his name is love : 
 His mercy ages pad have known, 
 And ages long to come (hall own. 
 fc -let the redeemed of the Lord 
 iMie wonders of his grace record ; 
 ra'l, the nation whom he chofe, 
 And refcuM from their mighty foes. 
 
I *4S ) 
 
 J [When God's almighty arm ha.- 7 fotoici 
 Their fetters an! th' Egyptian yoke, 
 They trae'd the defert, warul'ring round : 
 A wiL! and folitary ground ! 
 
 4 There they could find no leading roadj 
 Nor city for their fix'd abode ; 
 Nor food nor fountain to affuage 
 Their burning tl <ir(l,or hunger's rage. J 
 
 5 In their diftrefs to God they ciy'd, 
 
 God was their Saviour and their guide ; 
 
 He led theifwapd'r.ing march around 
 
 And brought their trfoes tc Canaan's grounds 
 
 6 Thus when our firfl release w% gan 
 Frt>m fin's old yoke, and fatan's chain. 
 We have this defert world to pafs, 
 
 A dang'rous and a tirefbme place. 
 
 5 He feeds and clothes us all the way, 
 lie guides our fooitteps left we ftray,' 
 lie guards us with a pow'tful hand 
 And brings us to the heav'niy lando 
 
 i, i ) let tine faints with joy record 
 
 The truth an*; goo.mefs of the Lord ! 
 How great his works ! how kind his ways ! 
 Let evVy tongue pronounce his praife. 
 
 P S A L M 107. Second Part. Long Metre. 
 Correction for Sin, and |R.el.eafe by Prayer. 
 
 X )7RO.\S age to age exalt his m:me, 
 
 God and his grace are fliil the fame : 
 He fills the hungry foul with foo ; , 
 Au4 feeds the poor with ev'ry good, 
 
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 t But if their hearts rebel and rife 
 Againft the God that rules the fkies ; 
 If they reject his heav'nly word, 
 And flight the counfels of the Lord : 
 
 5 He'll bring their fpirits to the ground, 
 And no deliv'rance fhall be found ; 
 
 La den with grief they wade their breath 
 In darknefs and the ihaJes of death. 
 
 4 Then to the Lord they raife their cries, 
 lie makes the dawning light arife, 
 Apd fcattersall that difinal (hade 
 That hung fo heavy round their head. 
 
 j lie cuts the bars oi brafs in two, 
 And lets the fmilThg pris'hers thro' ; 
 Takes off the load of guilt and grief, 
 And gives the lab'ring foul relief. 
 
 6 O may the fons of men record 
 
 The vvondVous goodnefs of the Lord ! 
 How great Ills works ! how kind his ways ! 
 lei cv'iy tongue pronounce his praife. 
 
 "PSALM 107. Third Part. Long Metre. 
 Intemperance punifhed and pardoned ; or, a Pfalm 
 
 for the Glutton and the Drunkard. 
 1 T 7AIN man on foolifh pleafures benf, 
 V Prepares for his own punifhment : 
 What pains, what loathfome maladies 
 From luxury and luft arife ! 
 
 1 The drunkard feels his vitals wafle ; 
 
 Yet drowns his health to pleafe his tafle 5 
 
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 'Till all his aclive pow'rs are loff, 
 And fainting life draws near to duff. 
 
 3 The glutton groans, and loaths to eat* 
 His foul abhors delicious meat ; 
 Nature with heavy loads opprelt 
 Would yield to death to be released. 
 
 4 Then how the frightenM finners fly- 
 To God for help with earneft cry ! 
 
 - He hears their, groans, prolongs their breathy 
 And faves them from approaching death. 
 
 5. No med'cines could eifecl the cure 
 So quick, fo eafy, or fo fure : 
 The deadly fentence God repeals', 
 He fends ^lisfoy'reign word, and heals* 
 
 6 O ma/ the fons of men record 
 
 The wondrous goodn.efs of the Lord 1 
 And let their thankful oi'ring prove- 
 How they adore their Maker's love. 
 
 PSALM 107. Fourth Part. Long Metre. 
 Deliverance from Storms and Shipwreck ; or, Th.e 
 
 Seaman's Song. 
 1 CT 70ULD you behold the works of God* 
 
 . V V His wonders in the world abroad, 
 
 With the bold mariner furvey 
 
 The unknown regions of the fea. 
 
 •1 They leave their native mores behind*. 
 And feize the favour of the wind ! 
 Till God command, and tem ; .efls rife- 
 iMtJieave ifee ocean to the fkjes*. 
 
( 2 4 3 ) 
 
 3 Now to the heav'ns they mount amain, 
 Now (ink to dreadful deeps again ; 
 What ibar.ge affrights young Jailors feel, 
 Ami like a Magg'rir.g drunkard reel ! 
 
 4 When land is far, and death is nigh, 
 Lofl to all hope to God they cry : 
 
 1 1 is mercy hears their loud addrefs, 
 And fends falvation in ciflrefs. 
 
 5 He bids. the vine's, their wrath afTuage, 
 And fform} tempers ceafe to rage ; 
 The glad fo me train their fears, give o'er, 
 And hail .with joy their native more. 
 
 6 O may-tbe fons of men record 
 
 The wonu'rous goodnefs.of tl*e Lord ! 
 I,-:! them their private oil 'rings bring, 
 Aod in the church his glory (ing. 
 PSALM io*\ Fifth Part. Common Metr3. 
 
 The Mariner's Ffa lm. 
 l f *T7*HY works of glorv, mighty Lord, 
 That rule the boifi'rous fea, 
 ^vfiefons of courage (had record, 
 Who tempt thru dang'rous way. 
 
 ^ At thv command the winds arifc. 
 And f\veM the fov-'ring waves ! 
 The men aftpnifl*^ ro<nmt the fides,, 
 An :nk in gaping graves. 
 5 [Aga :hey ciimb the wat'ry hiils, 
 Ai l«f>ge in <;eeps again ; 
 Eapr a to't'ting drwd: *r ' reels^ 
 
 finds his courage vain. 
 
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 4 Pi ighied to hear the temped roar, 
 
 They pant with flutt'ring breath | 
 And hopelefs of the diflant more, 
 Expect immediate death.] 
 
 5 Then to the Lord they raife their cries \ 
 
 He hears the loud requeft, 
 
 And orders filence thro' the fides, 
 
 And lays the floods to reft. 
 
 € Sailors rejoice to lofe their fears, 
 And fee the ftorms allay'd : 
 Now to their eyes the port appears ; * 
 There let their vows be paid. 
 
 5 Tis God that brings them fafeto land ; 
 
 Let ft upid mortals know, 
 That waves are under his command, 
 
 And all the winds that blow. 
 
 $ Othat the fons of men would praife 
 The gocdnefs of the Lord ! 
 And thofe that fee thy wond'Vons ways.. 
 Thy wondrous love record. 
 
 PSALM 107. Lafl Part. Long Metre, 
 
 Colonies planted ; or Nations bleft and punifhedc 
 1 X1L7 HEN God provok'd with daring crime?, 
 * * Scourges the madnefs of the times, 
 He turns their fields to barren fand, 
 And dries the rivers from the land. 
 
 a His word can raife the fprings again, 
 And make the withered mountains green, 
 
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 ffend fhow'ry bleffings from the fkies 5 
 And harveits in the ueferts rife. 
 
 £ [Where nothing dwelt but beafts pfptey. 
 Or men as fierce and wild as they, 
 He bids th' oppreftand poor repair, 
 And builds them towns and cities there. 
 
 4 They fow the fields, and trees ihey plant, 
 Whole yearly fruits fupplies their want, 
 Their race grows up from fruitful flocks, 
 Their wealth increafes with their flecks. 
 
 K Thus they are bled : but if they fin, 
 
 • He lets the heathen nations in, 
 Afavagecrew invades their lands, 
 Tneir princes die by barb'rous hands. 
 
 Their captive fons, expos 'd. to fcorn, 
 Wander unpity'd ami forlorn ; 
 The country lies unfene'd untilPd, 
 And defolation fpreads the field. 
 
 7 Yet if the humbled nation mourns,, 
 Again his dreadful hand he turns : 
 Again he makes their cities thrive, 
 And bids the dying churches live, j, 
 
 $ The righteous with a joyful fenfe 
 Admire the works of .'rovidence ; 
 And tongues of atheifls mall no more, 
 Blafpheme the God that faints adore. 
 
 $ How lew with pious care record 
 
 Thefe wondVous dealings of the Lord I 
 But wife obfervers Hill fhall find 
 The Lord is holy, juli and kind. 
 
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 P S A L M 108. Common MStrel 
 A Song of Praife. 
 i A WAKE, my foul, to found his praife 5 
 ^^ Awake riay harp to fing ; 
 Joia all my pow'rs the fong to raife, 
 And morning incenfe bring. 
 
 5 Among the people of his care, 
 
 And thro' the nations round ; 
 Glad fongs of praife will I preparej 
 And there his name refound. 
 
 £ Be thou exalted, G my Gody 
 Above the flarry train ; 
 Di.Tufe thy heav'nly grace abroad^ 
 And teach the world thy reign. 
 
 4 So (hail thy chofen fons rejoice, 
 And throng thy courts above ; 
 "While linners hear thy pard'ning voice,' 
 And tafte" redeeming love. 
 
 PSAL?vt 109. Ver. 1 — 5, 31. Common ftietn 
 
 Love to Enemies from the Example of ChrifL 
 
 i f^ OD of my mercy and my praife, 
 Thy glory is my fong ; 
 Tho' finners fpeak again ft thy grace 
 With' ablafpheming tongue. 
 
 6 When in the form of mortal man 
 
 Thy Son on earth was found $ 
 With cruel flanuers falfe and vain 
 They ccmpafVd him around,' 
 
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 \ "fheir mis'ries his compaffion mpViiJi 
 Their peace he flill purfu'd ; 
 They render haitre I for his love, 
 And evil for his good. 
 
 4. Their malice rag'd without a caufe, 
 Yet with his dying breath 
 He prayM for murd'rers on his crofsj 
 And blefl his foes in death. 
 
 5 Lord mall thy bright example fliine 
 
 In vain before my eyes ; 
 Give me a foul a-kin to thine, 
 To love mine enemies. 
 
 6 The Lord (hall on my fide engage, 
 
 And in my Saviour's name 
 
 J mall defeat their pride and rage> 
 
 Who (lander and condemn. 
 
 PSALM 110. Fit ft Part. Long Metre. 
 
 Chrifl exalted and Multitudes converted ; or, The 
 
 Succffs of the Gofpel. 
 I HTHUS Go 1 th' eternal father fpake 
 
 To Chrift the Son, " Afcend and fit 
 i* At my right hand 'till I (hall make 
 ft Thy foes fubcritffivie at thy feet. 
 
 % " From Si en fhali thy word proceed, 
 " Ti'v word, the fceptre in thy hand, 
 " Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed, 
 " And bow their wills to thy command. 
 
 5 " Th it day fhal] mow thy pow'r is great* 
 " When faints fhali flock with willing mind*, 
 
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 " And Gnners crouJ thy temple gate* 
 " Where holinefs in beauty mines." 
 
 f. " O blefled Pow'r ! O glorious day ! 
 *' What a large vicVry (hall enfue ; 
 i( And converts, who thy grace obey, 
 " Exceed the drop of morning dew." 
 
 1 S A L M no. Second Part. Long Metre; 
 
 The Kingdom andPriefthood of Chrift. 
 
 THUS the great Lord of earth and tea 
 Spake to his Son, and thus he (wore ; 
 " Eternal (hall thy priefthood be, 
 (C And change from hand to hand no more. 
 
 16 Aaron, and all his Tons mufldie : 
 "-But everlafling life is thine, 
 " To fave forever thofe that fly 
 « For refuge from the wrath divine. 
 
 " By me Melchifedec was made 
 
 " On earth a king and prieft at once ; 
 
 " And thou, my heav'nly Prieft malt plead* 
 
 « And thou, my King, malt rulemyfons. 
 
 Jefus the Prieft afcends his throne, 
 While councils of eternal peace, 
 Between the Father and the Son, 
 Proceed with honour and fuccefs. 
 Thro* the whole earth his reign fhall fpread, 
 And crufh the pow'rs that dare rebel : 
 Then fhall he judge the rifing dead, 
 $md fead the guilty world to hell. 
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 6 The' while he treads his glorious way> 
 He drinks the cup of threats and blood, 
 The fufPrings of that dreadful day 
 Shall but advance him near to God. 
 
 PSALM no. Common Metre, 
 Chrill's Kingdom and Prieflhood* 
 I TESUS, cur Lord afcend thy throne 
 J And near thy Father fit ; 
 In Sicn mall thy pow'r be known, 
 And make thy foes fubmir. 
 
 1 What wonders mall thy gofpel do ! 
 Thy converts mall furpafs 
 The num'rous drops of morning dew> 
 And own thy fov'reign grace. 
 
 3 God hath pronounc'd a firm decree, 
 
 Nor changes what he fwore ; 
 
 " Eternal fiiall thy pi iefthood be, 
 
 " When Aaron is no more. 
 
 4 w Melchifedec, that wond'rous prieft, 
 
 " That king of high degree, 
 (e That holy man who Abra'm bleft 
 <l Was but a type of thee." 
 
 5 Jefus our Pweft for ever lives 
 
 To plead for us above ; 
 
 Jefus our King for ever gives 
 
 The blelhngs of his love. 
 
 6 God fliall exalt his glorious head, 
 
 And his high throne maintain;. 
 Shall mike the pow'rs and princes dead, 
 Who dare oppofc his reign. 
 
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 S A L M in. Fh ft Part. Common Metxe. 
 The Wifciom of God in his Works. 
 
 SONGS of immortal praife belong 
 To my Almighty God ; 
 He has my heart and he my tongue 
 To fpread his name abroad. 
 
 How great the works his hand has wrought! 
 
 How glorious in our fight ! 
 And men in ev'ry age have fought 
 
 His wonders with delight. 
 
 How fair and beauteous nature's frame ! 
 
 How wife the eternal mind ! 
 His counfels never change the fcheme 
 
 That his firft thoughts defign'd. 
 
 When he redeem'd his chofen fons, 
 
 He fix'd his covenant fure : 
 The orders that his lips pronounce, 
 
 To endlefs years endure. 
 
 5 Nature and time, and earth and Ikies, 
 
 Thy heavenly (kill proclaim ; 
 
 What fhall we do to make us wife, 
 
 But learn to read thy name ? 
 
 6 To fear thy pow'r, to trufl thy grace^ 
 
 Is our divineft fkill ! 
 And he's the wifeft of our race 
 That beft obeys thy will.. 
 PSALM in. Second Part. Common Metre* 
 
 The Perfections of God. 
 I /""^ RE AT is the Lord ; his works of might 
 
 LVj Demand our nobleft fongs 5 
 P a 
 
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 Let his affembled faints unite 
 Their harmony of tongues. 
 
 Great is tbe mercy of the Lord^ 
 
 He gives his children food ; 
 And ever mindful of his word, 
 
 He makes his promife good. 
 
 His Son the great Redeemer, catno 
 
 To feal his cov'nant fure : 
 Holy and rev'rend is his name, 
 
 His ways are juft and pure. 
 
 They that would grow divinely wife,,. 
 
 Mult with his fear begin ; 
 Our faired proof of knowledge lies 
 
 In hating ev'ry fin. 
 
 PSAL M 112. As the 113th Pfalia. 
 
 The Bleffings of the liberal Man. 
 
 THAT man is bleft who ftands in awe 
 Of God and loves his iacred law 1 
 His feed On earth mail be renown'd ; 
 His houfe the feat of wealth (hall be, 
 An unexhaufted treafury, 
 
 And with fucceftive honours crown'd. 
 
 His lib'ral favours he extends, 
 To fome he gives, to others lends ; 
 
 Agen'rous pity fills his mind ;, 
 Yet what his charity impairs, 
 lie faves by prudence in affairs, 
 
 And thus he's 'mfi to all mankind. 
 
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 His hands, whiie they his alms beflowM^ 
 His glory's future harveft fow'd j 
 
 Thefweet remembrance ofthejuft 
 Like a green root revive sand bears 
 A train cf bleffings for his heirs, 
 
 When dying nature deeps in dud. 
 
 Befet with threat'ning dangers round, 
 Unmov'd {hall he maintain his ground 5 
 
 His confcience holds his courage up : 
 The foul that's fill'd with virtue's light* 
 Shines brighteft in affliction's night : 
 
 And fees in darknefs beams of hope. 
 Pause. 
 [Ill tidings never can furprife 
 His heart that fixM on God relies^ 
 
 Though waves and tempefts roar around °< 
 Safe on the rock he fits, and fees 
 The fhipwreck of his enemies, 
 
 And all their hope and glory drown'd* 
 
 The wicked flhall his triumph fee, 
 And gnafh their teeth in agony, 
 
 To find their expectations crofs'd : 
 They and their envy, pride and fpite, 
 Sink down to everlafting night, 
 
 And all their names in darknefs loft.] 
 PSALM 112. Long Metre, 
 
 The BleiTingsof the Pious and Charitable. 
 
 THRICE happy man who fears the Lord* 
 Loves his commands, and trufts his word < 
 Honour and peace his days attend, 
 And bleffings to his feed defcend. 
 
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 % Companion dwells u-on his mind* 
 To works of mercy ftill inclin'J : 
 He lends the poor fome prefent aid, 
 Or gives thern, not to be repaid. 
 
 3 When times grow dark, and tidings fpreacl 
 That fill his neighbours round with dread, 
 His heart is arm'd againft the fear, 
 
 For God with all his pow'r is there. 
 
 4 His fpiritfix'd upon the Lord 
 
 Draws heav'nly courage from his word 3 
 Amiaft the darknefs light mall rife, 
 To cheer his heart and biefs his eyes. 
 
 5 He hath difpers'd his alms abroad, 
 His works are flill before his God ; 
 His name on earth (hall long remain, 
 While envious hnners rage in vain. 
 
 PSALM iri. " Common Metr^. 
 Liberality rewarded. 
 I TTAPPY is he that fears the Lord,, 
 i Jl And follows his commands, 
 Who lends tl\Q poor without reward a 
 Or gives with lib'ral hands. 
 
 S As pity dwells within his bread 
 To all. the fons of need ; 
 So God mall anfwer his requeft 
 With blefiings on his feed. 
 
 3 No evil tidings (hall fuqprife 
 Uis well eftahiilVd mind ;. 
 IDs foul to God, his refuge n?e3 5 
 
 A^-* leaves his fears behind,. 
 
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 Lg, In times of danger and difbefs 
 
 Some beams of light fhall {Line., 
 Todiow the world his righteoufuefs* 
 And give him peace divine. 
 
 His works of piety and love 
 
 Remain before the Lord ; 
 Honour on earth and joys above 
 
 Shall be his fine reward. 
 
 rSAL M 113. Proper Tune,, 
 The Majelty and Condefcenlion of God> 
 
 YE that delight toferve the Lord, 
 . The honours of his name record, 
 His facred name forever blefs : 
 Where'er the circling fun difplays 
 His riling beams or fetting rays, 
 
 Let lands and feas his povv'r confefs. 
 
 & Not time nor nature's narrow rounds, 
 Can give his vaft dominion bounds : 
 
 The heav'ns are far beneath his height 3 
 Let no created greatnefs dare 
 With our eternal God compare, 
 Arm'd with his uncreated might. 
 
 5 He bows his glprious head to view 
 What the bright hofls of angels do, 
 
 And bends his caie to mortal things : 
 His fov'reign hand exalts the poor, 
 lie takes the needy from the door, 
 
 And feats them on the throne of Kings, 
 
 4 When childlefs families defpair, 
 He fends the bleilmgs of an heir, 
 P4 
 
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 To refcue their expiring name ; 
 The mother with a thankful voice 
 Proclaims his praifes and her joys ; 
 Let ev'ry age advance his fame. 
 PSALM 113. Long Metre. 
 God fovereign and gracious. 
 i "\/E fervants of th' almighty King, 
 X In ev'ry age his praifes ling ; 
 Where'er the fun fhall rife or fet, 
 The nations fhall his praife repeat. 
 
 2, Above the earth, beyond the fky, 
 His throne of Glory ftands on high ; 
 Nor time, nor place, his pow'r reftrain/ 
 Nor bound his univerfal reign. 
 
 g Which of the fons of Adam dare, 
 Or angels with their God compare ? 
 His glories how divinely bright, 
 Who dwells in uncreated light ! 
 
 4 Behold his love ; he (loops to view 
 What faints above and angels do ; 
 And coodefcends yet more, to know 
 The mean affairs of men below. 
 
 r From dun* and cottages obfcure 
 His grace exalts the humble poor! 
 Gives them the honour of his fons, 
 And fits them for their heav'nly throne*. 
 
 6 [A word of his creating voice 
 
 Can make the barren houfe rejoice : 
 Tho' Sarah's ninety years were pad,' 
 The promis'dfeed is born at lafl. 
 
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 % With joy the mother views her fort, . 
 And tells the wonders God has done ; 
 Taith may grow flrong when fenfe defpairs I 
 If nature fails, the promife bears. 
 
 P S A L M 114. L prig Metre. 
 JVliracles attending Ifra'js Journey. 
 I TT 7HEN Ifra'l freed front Pharaoh's hand," 
 VV Left the proud tyrant and his land/ 
 The tribes with cheerful homage own, 
 Their king and Judah was his throne. 
 
 % Ao'fofs the deep their journey lay ; 
 The deep divides to make them way f 
 Janrdan beheld their march, and fled 
 With backward current to his head, 
 
 £ The mountains (nook like frighted fheep,, 
 L'ke lambs the little hillocks leap ! 
 Ivor Sinai on her bafe could Hand, 
 Confcious of fov 'feign power at hand, 
 
 4. What pow'r coul umake the deep divide ?' 
 M;«k4 Jourdan backward roll his tide? 
 Why .did ye leap, ye little hills? f 
 
 An 1 whence the dresrd" that Sinai feels ? 
 
 Let ev'ry morntdin,' ev'ry flood 
 R ; :Hre and know the approaching God, ' 
 j The King : of Ifrea) : fee him here ; 
 Tremble thou earth, adore and fear. 
 
 |5 lie tfianders, and all nature mourns, 
 Tne reck to rtan ding pooh he turns ; 
 
 I Flints fpring with fountains at his word;/ 
 And fires ana feas cbnfefs the Lotd. 
 
 
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 PSALM 115. Firft Metre. 
 The true God our Refuge ; or Idolatry reproved, 
 I IV I OT to ourfelves who are but dull, 
 X^l Not to ourfelves is glory due, 
 EternaFGod, thou onlyjuft, 
 Thou only gracious, wife and true. 
 
 % Difplay to earth thy dreadful name ; 
 Why mould a heathen's naughty tongue 
 Infult us, and to raife our fhame, 
 Say, f( Where's the God you've ferv'd fo long?'* 
 
 3 The God we ferve maintains his throne, 
 Above the clouds, beyond the fides, 
 Thro' all the earth his will is done, 
 
 He kuows our groans, he hears our cries. 
 
 4 But the vain idols they adore 
 
 Are fenfelefs fhapes of ftone and wood* 
 At befl a mafs of glittering ore, 
 A filver faint or golden god. 
 
 5 [With eyes and ears, they carve the head ; 
 Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind ; 
 
 In vain are cofily off'rings made, . 
 And vows are fcatter'd in the wind. 
 
 6 Their feet were never made to move, 
 Nor hands to fave when mortals pray ; 
 Mortals that pay them fear or love, 
 Seem to be blind and deaf as they. 
 
 7 O Ifrael, make the Lord thy hope, 
 Thy help thy refuge, and thy reft! 
 The Lord mail build thy ruins up, 
 And blefs the people and the prieft. 
 
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 The dead no more can fpeak thy pr-aiil* 
 They dwell in filence in the grave ; 
 But we mall live to ting thy grace, 
 And tell the world thy pow'r to fave. 
 
 PSALM 1 15. Second Metre. As the new Tune of 
 the 50th Pfaim. Idolatry reproved. 
 
 X \J OT to our names, thou only juft and true, 
 X ^ Not to our worthlefs names is glory due : 
 Thy pow'r and grace, thy truth and juftice claim 
 Immortal honours to thy fov'reign name ; 
 Shine thro' the earth from heav'n thy bieft abode ; 
 Nor let the heathens fay ; " Where is your God } n 
 
 % Heav'n is thine higher court: there ftands thy 
 throne, 
 And thro the lower worlds thy will is done : 
 Godfram'd this earth, the ftarry heav'ns he fpread, 
 But fools adore the gods their hands have made ; 
 The kneeling croud, with looks devout behold 
 Their filver-favioars, and their faints ofgold. 
 
 3 [Vain are thofe artful drapes of eyes and ears 1 
 The moltea image neither fees nor hears : 
 Their hands are helplefs, nor their feet can move, 
 They have nofpeech, ncr thought, nor powejr pot 
 
 love ; 
 Yet fottiih mortals make their, long complain*? 
 To their deaf idols, and their lifelefs faints. 
 
 4 The rich have llatues well adorn'J with gold, § 
 The poor content with gods cfcoarfer mouldy 
 With toolspf iron carve. the fenfelefs f ock, 
 Lopt from a. tree, or broken from a rock* 
 
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 People and pneft drive en the fofernn trs^e, 
 Aud trufUbegods that -faws and hammers macle.j- 
 
 5 Be heavYi and earth amaz'd ! ? Tis hard to fay 
 Which are mod ftupid, or their gods, or they. 
 O Ifrael, trull the Lord : he hears and fees, 
 He -knows thy forrows and reftores thy peace : 
 His worfhip does a;thoufand comforts yield, 
 
 | lie is thy help, and he thine heav'nly fhield. 
 
 6 In God we truft ; our impious foes in vain. 
 Attempt our ruin and oppofe his reign ; 
 
 ' Had they prevail'd,' darkncfs had clos'd our days,. 
 And death and Clence had forbid his praife : 
 -But we.arefavM and live : let fongs ar'fe, 
 And Sion blefs the God that built the fkies. 
 
 P • S A L M u6. Firil Fart. Common Metre. 
 
 Recovery from Sicknefs. 
 
 i 1" Love the Lord : he heard my cries, 
 -^ ■ And pity'cl evVy groan, 
 Long as I live when troubles rife, 
 I'll hailen to his thione. 
 
 2 I lov'd'the Lord : he bow'd his ear, 
 And chas'd my griefs away : 
 O let my heart no more defpair, 
 While I have breath to pray ! 
 
 g My -fleiii declin ? d,my fpiritsftll, 
 And I drew near the dead, 
 "While inward pangs and fears cfhel} 
 Perplex my wakeful head, 
 
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 4 " My God, I cry ? d, thy fervant fave a 
 
 " Thou ever good and juft ; 
 " Thy power can refcue from the grave a 
 " Thy power is all my truft." 
 
 5 The Lord beheld me fore diftreft. 
 
 He bade my pains remove : 
 Return, my foul, to God thy reft. 
 For thou haft known his love. 
 
 6 My God hath fav'd my foul from death 5 
 
 And dry'd my falling tears : 
 Now to his praife I'll fpend my breathy 
 And my remaining years. 
 
 PSALM 116. Ver. 12, &c. Sec. Part. Com. Me*, 
 
 Thanks for private Deliverances. 
 3 VT7H AT (hall I render to my God 
 * * For all his kindnefs fhown t 
 My feet fhall vifit thine abode, 
 My fongs addrefs thy throne. 
 
 -a Among the faints that fill thine houfe A 
 My offerings fhall be paid ; 
 There (nail my zeal perform the vows^ 
 My foul in anguifh made. 
 
 How much is mercy thy delight, 
 
 Thou ever bleffed God ! 
 How dear thy fervants in thy fight I 
 
 How precious is their blood ? 
 
 How happy all thy fervants are ! 
 
 How great thy grace to me ! 
 My life, which thou haft made thy care^ 
 
 Lord, I" devote to thee. 
 
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 j Now I am thine, for ever thine, 
 Nor fhall my purpofe move : 
 Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain, 
 And bound me with thy love. 
 
 € Here in thy courts I leave my vow, 
 An J thy rich grace record ; 
 Witnefs, ye faints, who hear me know, 
 If I forfake the Lord, 
 
 PSALM 117. Common Metre. 
 
 Praife to God from all Nations, 
 
 1 f^\ All ye nations praife the Lord, 
 V_x Each with a diiPrent tongue : 
 In ev'ry language learn his word, 
 And let his name be fung, 
 
 $ His mercy reigns thro' ev'ry land : 
 Proclaim his grace abroad ; 
 For ever firm his truth (ball ftand ; 
 Praife ye the fakMuiG 
 
 PSALM 117. Long Metre, 
 
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 Let the Creator's praife arife : 
 Let the Redeemer's name be fung 
 Thro' ev'ry land by ev'ry tongue. 
 
 % Eternal are thy mercies, Lord 5 
 Eternal truth attends thy word ; 
 Thy praife fhall found from fhore to (Lore, 
 Till fuas (hall rife and fet no more. 
 
 
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 PSALM 117. Short Tvletre. 
 
 t THY Dame, almighty Lord, 
 
 Shall found thro 7 diftarit lands : 
 Great is thy grace, and lure thy word : 
 Thy truth forever (lands. 
 
 i Far be thine honour fpread, 
 
 And long thy praife endure, 
 Till morning light and ev'ning fliadd 
 Shall be eiichangM no more. 
 PSALM 118. Firft Parr. Vet. 6, 15. Com. Metrk 
 
 Deliverance from a Tumult. 
 i 'TTI E Lord appears my helper now, 
 Nor is my faith afraid 
 What all the Ions of earth can do, 
 Since heav'n affords me aid* 
 
 £ 5 Tis fafer, Lord, to hope in thee* 
 And have my God my friend, 
 Than truft in men of high degree. 
 And on their truth depend. 
 
 5 J Tis thro* the Lord my heart is ftrorsg> 
 In him my lips rejoice ; 
 While his falvation is my fong, 
 How cheerful is my voice ! 
 
 4 Like angry bees they girt me round ; 
 When God appears they fly : 
 So burning thorns with crack'ling found 
 Make a fierce blaze, and die. 
 
 r Joy to the faints and peace belongs ; 
 The Lord protecls their days ; 
 Let lfra'ltuns immortal fongs 
 To his almighty grace. 
 
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 i?3ALM 118. Sec. Part. Ver. 17, 21. Com. Met; 
 
 Public Praife for Deliverance from Death. 
 2 T ORD thou haft heard thy fervant cry, 
 I j Andrefcu'd from the grave ; 
 Now fliall he live : (and none can die, 
 ^f God refolve to fave.) 
 
 4 Thy praife more conftant than before, 
 Shall fill his daily breath ; 
 Thy.Jiand that hath chaftisM him fore> 
 Defends him ftill from death. 
 
 % Open the gates of Sion now; 
 For we (hall worfliip there, 
 The houfe where all the righteous gd> 
 Thy mercy to declare. 
 
 4 Among th' afTemblies of thy faints 
 Our thankful voice we raife ; 
 There we have told thee our complaints, 
 And there we fpeak thy praife. 
 
 PSALM li 8. Part III. Ver.22,23. Com. Metre. 
 
 Chrift the Foundation of the Church. 
 i TOEHOLD the fure foundation Stone 
 Which God in Sion lays, 
 To build our heav'nly hopes upon,' 
 And his eternal praife. 
 
 Hb Chofert of God to Gnners dear; 
 And faints adore the name, 
 They truft their whole falvation here, 
 Nor {hall, they fuffer fliame. 
 
 g The foolifli builders, fcribe and prieft, 
 Reject it with difdaiu j 
 
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 Firm on this Rock the church frail reft, 
 
 And envy rage in rain. 
 What tho' the gates of hell withiloo:], 
 
 Yet mud this building rife : 
 ^Tis thy own work, Almighty God a 
 
 And wond'rous in our eyes. 
 
 BALM i iS. Part IV. Ver. 44, 26. Com. Metje. 
 loiannah ; the Lord's Day ; or, Chris's Refur- 
 recb'on, and our Salvation. 
 '"THIS is the day the Lord hath made, 
 
 He calls the hours his own ; 
 
 Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glaj, 
 
 Aad praife furround the throne* 
 
 To day he rofe and left the dead ; 
 
 And fatan's empire fell ; 
 To day the faints his triumph foread., 
 
 And ad his wonders tell. 
 
 Hofannah to the anointed King, 
 
 To David's holy Son, 
 Help us, O Loni, descend and bring 
 
 Salvation from thy throne. 
 
 Bled be the Lord who comes to man 
 
 With : of grace : 
 
 Who comes in God his Father's name, 
 
 Tofave our lint ul race. 
 
 Hnfannah in the higheil drains 
 
 The church on earth can raife ; 
 The higheft heav'ns, in which he reigns* 
 
 Shad give him nobler praife. 
 
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 PSALM 118. Ver. 22—27. Short Metre. 
 
 An Hofannah for the Lord's Day ; or* A- new 
 Song of Salvation by Chrift. 
 
 I Q EE what a living Stone 
 *3 The builders did refufe : 
 Yet'God hath built his church thereoa. 
 Id fyke of envious Jews. 
 
 1 Thefcribe and angry pried 
 Rej.-cV thine only Son ; 
 Yet on this rock mall Sion refr^ 
 As the chief corner Hone. 
 
 3 The woik, O Lord, is thine, 
 
 And wond'rous in cur eyes : 
 This d<ay declares it all divine,, 
 This day did Jefus rife. 
 
 4 This is the glorious day 
 
 That our Redeemer made ; 
 
 Let us rejoice and ling, and pray 3. 
 
 Let all the church be glad. 
 
 5 Hofannah to the King 
 
 Of David's royal blood : 
 Blefs him, ye faints, he conies to bring 
 Salvation from your God. 
 
 ^ We blefs thine holy word 
 
 . "Which all this grace difplays ; 
 And ofler on thine altar, Lord,,. 
 Ourfacrifice of praifc. 
 
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 PSAL M ii 3. Ver. 22—37. Long Mctf^ 
 An Hofannah for the Lord's I>ay ; or, A nsrsr 
 
 Song of Salvation by Chrift. 
 I T O! what a glorious Cornei--fW.e 
 JLj The Jewifli builders did refufe : 
 But God hath built his cUurch there ©a* 
 Infpite of f nvy and the Jews. 
 
 % Great God, thy work is all divine, 
 The joy and wonder of our eyes ; 
 This is the*day that proves it thine,. 
 The day that law our Saviour rife.. 
 
 § Sinners rejoice, and faints be- glad j 
 Hpfannafc^&f his name be b!efi4 
 A thoufand honours on his head, 
 With peace, and light, and glory red } 
 
 4. in God's own name he comes to bri-^ 
 Salvation to our dying race 3 
 Let the wli.»3e church addrefs their King 
 "With hearts of joy, and fongs of praife. 
 
 [I have collected and difrcied of the mcf 1 
 Verfes of the 119th Plalm, an » m efrj&rnrii 
 
 Heads, and formed- a I), viae Sor.;; upon each of 
 then*. But the.Verfts are much maify .of:j, to attain 
 fome Degree of Connexion. 
 
 In fome places, among the Words Lawj Com- 
 viands, Judgments, Tefrimon-ies, I have ured Gol-- 
 vel, Word, Grace, Truth, Prcmifes, £:c. as more 
 ggseeabfe to the NewTcilament, and the common 
 tgg of Chriuia.ns, and it equally anfwers the 
 (lefign of the Pfalmift, which was to recommend sha 
 lioly Scriptures.^ 
 
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 PSALM 119. Firft Part. Common Metre. 
 The Bieflednefs of Saints, anA Mifery of Sinners. 
 
 Ver. 1, 2, 3. 
 31 gLEST are the undefil'd in heart, 
 
 Whofe ways are right and clean 5 
 Who never from thy Jaw depart, 
 But fly from ev'ry fin. 
 
 % Bleft are the men that keep thy word, 
 And practice thy commands ; 
 With their whole heart they feek the Lord, 
 And ferve thee with their lianas. 
 
 Vcrfe 165. 
 
 3 Great is their peace who love thy law 5 
 
 How firm their fouls abide ; 
 Nor can a bold temptation draw 
 Their iteady feet afide. 
 
 Verfe 6. 
 
 4 Then (hall my heart have inward joy* 
 
 And keep my face from (ha me, 
 When all thy ftatutes I obey, 
 And honour all thy name. 
 
 Verfe »i, 118. 
 j; But haughty finners God will hate,,. 
 The proud {hall die accurft ; 
 The fons of falfehood and deceit 
 Are trodden to the dud. 
 
 Verfe 1 19, 1 55. 
 £ Vile as the drofs the wicked are j 
 And thofe that leave thy ways, 
 Shall fee falvation from afar, 
 But never tafle thy grace. 
 
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 PSALM 1 19. Second Part. 
 
 Secret Devotion and Spiritual Mindednefs $ 01^ 
 
 Conftant Converfe with God, 
 
 Verfe 147,55. 
 
 S nPO thee, before the dawning light> 
 My gracious God I pray ; 
 I meditate thy name by night. 
 And keep'thy law by day. 
 
 Verfe 81. 
 g My fpirit faints to fee thy grace-, 
 Thy promife bears me up ; 
 And while falvation long delays, 
 
 Thy word fupports my hope. .; 
 
 Verfe 164. 
 £ Seven times a day I lift my hands, 
 And pay my thanks to thee, 
 Thy lighteous providence demands 
 Repeated praife from me. 
 
 Verfe 62. 
 4 When midnight darknefs veils the flcies 5 
 I call thy works to mind ; 
 My thoughts in warm devotion rife, 
 And fweet acceptance find. 
 
 PSALM iip. Third Part. ^ 
 Iprofeffions of Sincerity, Repentance and Obedience* 
 Verfe 57, 60. 
 
 THOU art my portion, O my God ; 
 Soon as I know thy way 
 My heart makes hafle t' obey thy word^ 
 And fuffers no delay. 
 
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 Veife3o, 14. 
 
 2 I choofe the path of heav'nly truth, 
 
 And glory in my choice ; 
 
 Not all the riches of the earth 
 
 Could make me fo rejoice. 
 
 3 The teflimonfes of thy grace 
 
 I fet before mine eyes ; 
 Thence 1 derive my daily ftrength, 
 And there my comfort lies. 
 
 Verfe 59. 
 
 4 If once I wancfer from thy path, 
 
 I think upon my way?, 
 Tfcen turn my feet to thy commands, 
 And trull thy pard'ning grace. 
 
 Verfe 94, 1 14. 
 
 5 Now am I thine, forever thine, 
 
 O fave thy fervant, Lord ! 
 Thou art my fliield, my hiding place> 
 JMy hope is in thy word. 
 
 Verfe 1 \7.. 
 
 6 Thou hall inclinM this heart of mine 
 
 Thy ftatutes to fulfil ; 
 And thus tilf mortal life fhall end 
 Would I perform thy will. 
 
 PSALM 119. Fourth Part. 
 Inftriiclion from Scripture. 
 
 HOW (hall the young fecure their hearts,- 
 And guard their lives from fin ? 
 Thy word the choiceft rules imparts 
 To keep the confcience clean. 
 
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 Verfe 130. 
 2- When once it enters to the mind, 
 It fpreads fuch light abroad, 
 The meaneft fouls inftruelion find, 
 And raife their thoughts to God. 
 
 Verfe 1 05. 
 
 3 5 Tis like the fun a heav'nly light 
 
 That guides us all the day ; 
 And thro' the dangers of the night, 
 A lamp to lead our way. 
 
 Verfe 99, 100. 
 
 4 The men that keep thy law with care, 
 And meditate thy word, 
 
 Grow wifer than their teachers are, 
 And better know the Lord. 
 
 Verfe 104, 113. 
 
 5 Thy precepts make me truly wife, 
 I hate the finners road ; 
 
 I hate my own vain thoughts that rife^ 
 But love thy law, my God. 
 
 Verfe $9, 90,91. 
 [The ftarry heav'ns thy rule obey, 
 
 The earth maintains her place ; 
 And thefe thy fervants, night and day. 
 
 Thy (kill and pow'r exprefs. 
 
 But Hill thy law and gofpel. Lord, 
 Have leflbns more divine : 
 
 Not earth (bnds firmer than thy word* 
 Nor flars fo nobly fhine.] 
 
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 Verfe 160, 140,9, 11.6. 
 8 Thy word is everlafting truth, 
 How pure is ev'ry page ! 
 That holy book (hall guide our youth., 
 And well fupport our age. 
 
 PSALM 119. Fifth Part 
 
 Delight in Scripture ; or, the Word of God dwell- 
 ing in us. — —Verfe 97. 
 I /^\H how I love thy holy law ! 
 y^J 'Tis daily my delight ; 
 And thence my meditations draw 
 Divine advice by night. 
 
 Verfe 1.48. 
 1 My waking eyes prevent the day, 
 To meditate thy word : 
 ]My foul with longing melts, away 
 To hear thy gofpel, Lord. 
 
 Verfe j, 13, 54. 
 5 Thy heav'nly words my heart engage 
 And well employ my tongue, 
 And in my tirefome pilgrimage 
 Yield me a heav'nly fong. 
 
 Verfe 19, 105. 
 4 Am I aflraBger, or at home, 
 'Tis my perpetual feaft ; 
 Not honey dropping from the comj^ 
 So much allures the tafte. 
 
 Verfe 72, 127. 
 K No treaftres fo enrich the mind ^ 
 * Nor (hall thy word be fold 
 
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 for load? offilver well reSn'd^ 
 Nor heaps of choiceft gold. 
 
 Verfe 28., 49, 1 y$. 
 £ When nature finks, and fpirits dro op 
 Thy promifes of grace 
 A.re pillars to fupport my hope, 
 And there I write thy praife. 
 
 PSALM Lip. Sixth Part. 
 
 Holinefs and Comfort from the Word* 
 
 Verfe 1.28. 
 
 LORD, I efteem thy judgments rig 
 And all thy ilatutes juft ; 
 Thence I maintain a conftant Gght 
 With ev'ry flatt'ring luft. 
 
 Verfe 97, 9, 
 $. Thy precepts often I furvey ;. 
 I keep thy law in fight 
 Thro' all the bufinefs of the day, 
 To form nay anions right. 
 
 Verfe 62 . 
 
 3 My heart in midnight filence cries, 
 
 i( How fweet th.y comforts be ; ?? 
 My thoughts in holy wonder rife, 
 And bring their thanks to thee* 
 
 Verfe 162. 
 
 4 And when my fpirit drinks her fill, 
 
 At fame good word of thine, 
 Not mighty men that fhare the fpoil a 
 £Iave joys comparM to mine. 
 
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 PSALM 119. Seventh Part. 
 
 Imperfection of Nature, and Perfection of Scripture, 
 
 Verfe 96. Paraphrafed, 
 
 X T ET all the hgathen writers join 
 JL-j To form one perfedl book, 
 Great God, if once compar'd with tliin? > 
 How mean their writings look. 
 
 1 Not the molt perfect rules they gave 
 Could fhow one fin forgiv'n : 
 Nor lead a (tap beyond the gr 
 But thine conduct to hcav'n. 
 
 3 I've feen an end to what we call ; 
 
 Per feci ion here below ; 
 How fhort the pow'rs of nature fali ? 
 And cannot farther go. 
 
 4 Yet men would fain be juft with God, 
 
 By works their hands have wrought ; 
 And thy com nands x exceeding broad* 
 Extend to evVy thought. 
 
 r In vain we h ■ ifl - rfeclTOO here, 
 While (in defiles oui 5 
 
 And finks oui;,vi.'t:ies down (o far* 
 They icarce deferye the p^me. 
 
 <6 Our faitli, anl love, and evVy grace 
 Fall far below thy word ; 
 Bur perfeclnfruth a;; 
 
 Dw Rfitli the- Lo 
 
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 PSALM ii> Eighth Part, 
 The Excellency and Variety of Scripture, 
 Verfe ill. Paraphrafed. 
 4 T ORES 1 have made thy word my choice.-, 
 i^j My lafling heritage ; 
 There (hall my nobleft pow'rs rejoice^ 
 My war-melt thoughts engage. 
 
 2- I'll read the hifl'ries of thy love, 
 And keep thy lavrs in light, 
 While thro' the promifes 1 rove* 
 With ever-frefli delight. 
 
 3 ? Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, 
 
 Where fprings of life arife, 
 Seeds of immortal blifs are fe#ftj 
 And hidden glory lies. 
 
 4 The belt relief that mourners have, 
 
 It makes cur for: owe bleft ; 
 Our faired hope beyond the grave, 
 And ouf eternal 1 eft. 
 
 PSALM 119. Ninth Part. 
 DeGre of Knowledge.— Verfe 64, 68, i#l 
 I THY mercies 91 the earthy O Lord, 
 How good thy works appear ! 
 Open my eyes to read thy word, 
 And fee thy wonders there, 
 
 Verfe 75, it 5. 
 fc My heart was fafhion'd by thy handj 
 My fei vice is thy due ; 
 Q make thy fervant underfland 
 The duties lie mull do. 
 
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 Verfe 19. 
 
 3 Since I'm a flranger here below, 
 
 Let not thy path be hid ; 
 But mark the road my feet mould go, 
 And be my conftant guide. 
 
 Verfe 26. 
 
 4 When I confefs'd my wand'ring ways> 
 
 Thou heard'ft my foul complain ; 
 Grant me the teachings of thy grace. 
 Or I (hall ftray again. 
 
 Verfe 33, 34. 
 
 5 If God to me his flatutes mow, 
 
 And heavenly truth impart, 
 His work for ever I'll purfue, 
 His law fhall rule my heart. 
 
 Verfe 50, 71. 
 
 6 This was my comfort when I bore 
 
 Variety of grief : 
 It made me learn thy word the more > 
 And fly to that relief. 
 
 Verfe 51. 
 '*} [In vain the proud deride me now ; 
 I'll ne'er forget thy law, 
 Nor let that bleffed gofpel go 
 Whence all my hopes I draw. 
 
 Verfe 27, 171. 
 3 When I have learn'd my Father's willj 
 I'll teach the world his ways ; 
 My thankful lips infpir'd with zeal> % 1 
 
 Shall fmg aloud his praife.] 
 
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 fSALM 119. Tenth Part. 
 
 Pleading the Prornifes. Verfe 38, 49, 
 
 I "j^EHOLD thy waiting fervant, Lord, 
 ^ Devotee to thy fear ; 
 Remember and confirm thy word, 
 For all my hopes are there. 
 
 Verfe 41, 58, 107. 
 £ Haft thou not fent Talvaticn down, 
 And promis'd quick'ning grace ? 
 Doth not my heart addrefl thy throne f 
 And yet thy love delays. 
 
 Verfe 12$, 42. 
 5 Mine eyes for thy falvaticn fail ; 
 C bear thy fervant up : 
 Nor let the fco&lng lips prevail, 
 Who dare reproach my hope, 
 
 Verfe 49, 74. 
 4 DiJft thou not raifemy faith, O Lord ? 
 Then let thy truth appear ; 
 Saints fhall rejoice in my reward.. 
 And trurt as well as fear, 
 
 P S A L fvi 119. Eleventh Park 
 
 Breathing after Holinefs. Verfe 5, gif. 
 
 i /~\H that the Lord would guide my ways 
 vJ' To keep his {Unites flill" ! 
 O that my God would grant me grace 
 To know and do his will ! 
 
 Verfe 29. 
 2 O fend thy Spirit down to write 
 Thy law upon my hearty 
 
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 Nor let my ton°;u* indulge deceit^ 
 Nor act the liar's part. 
 
 Verfe 37, 36. 
 $ From vanity tarn o;i ray eyes : 
 Ltt no corru; t defign, 
 Nor covetous defires arife 
 Within this foul of mine. 
 
 Verfe 133. 
 4 Order my footfleps by thy word, 
 And make my heart fincere : 
 Let fin have no dominion, Lord,- 
 And keep ray confcicnce clear. 
 
 Verfe 176. 
 j My foul hath gone too far a(uay> 
 My feet too often flip ; 
 Yet {ince I've not forgot thy way 
 Refiore thy wand'ring flieep. 
 
 Veife 35. 
 6 Make me to walk in thy commands, 
 >Tis a delightful road ; 
 Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands> 
 Offend againft my God. 
 
 PSALM 119. Twelfth Pare. 
 
 Breathing after Comfort and Deliverance. 
 Verfe 153. 
 1 A JEY God, conGder my diftrefs, 
 1VJL Let mercy plead my caufe ; 
 Though 1 have finn'd againflthy grace* 
 I can't forget thy laws. 
 
( *8 3 ) 
 
 Verfc 39, 1 1 6. 
 Forbid, forbid the (harp reproach, 
 
 Which 1 fo jnflly fear ; 
 Uphold my life, uphold my hopes^ 
 
 Nor let my fhame appear. 
 
 Verfe 122, 135. 
 Be thou a furety, Lord, for me, 
 
 Nor let the proud opprefs ; 
 But make thy waiting fervant fee 
 
 The minings of thy face. 
 
 Verfe 82. 
 My eyes with expectation fail 3 
 
 My heart within me cries, 
 (i When will the Lord his truth fuln% 
 
 <( And bid my comforts rife." 
 
 Verfe 132. 
 Look down upon my forrows, Lord^ 
 
 And fhow thy grace the fame ; 
 Thy tender* mercies ftill afford 
 
 To thofe that love thy name. 
 
 PSALM 119. Thirteenth Part. - 
 H/>iy Fea*\ and Tendernefs ofConfcience. Verfe is 
 [ I I" 7 ITH my whole heart I've fought thy face^ 
 * O let me never ftray, 
 
 From thy comman-.s, O god of grace, 
 Nor tread the Gnner's way, 
 
 Verfe 1 1. 
 & Thy word IVe plac'd within my heart 
 To keep my conscience clean^ 
 Andb) an everlafling- guard 
 ^rorn zv'ry riling fin.. 
 
( *»4 > 
 
 Verfe 63, 53, 15S. 
 
 3 I'm a companion of the faints, 
 
 Who fear and love the Lord ; 
 My forrows rife, my nature faints,) 
 When men iranfgrefs thy word. 
 
 Verfe 161, 163. 
 
 4 while finners do thy gofpel wrong, 
 
 My fpirit ftands in awe ; 
 My fouf abhors l lying tongue 
 .But loves thy righteous law. 
 
 Verfe 161, 120. 
 
 5 My heart with facred rev'renoe hears. 
 
 The threat'nings of thy word ; 
 My ftefli with holy trembling fears 
 The judgments of the Lord. 
 
 Verfe 166, 1 74. 
 
 6 My God, I long I hope, I wait 
 
 For thy falvation ftill. 
 While thy whole law is my delight^ 
 And I obey thy will. 
 
 PSALM 11.9. Fourteenth Fart. 
 
 Benefit of Afflictions, and Support under them, 
 Verfe 153,81, 82. 
 1 /^ONSIDER all myforrows, Lord, 
 V..V And thy dehVrance fend ; 
 My foul for thy falvation faints, 
 When will my troubles end ! 
 
 Verfe 71. 
 a Yet I have found 'tis good for me 
 To bear my Father's rod ^ 
 
( **5 ) 
 
 Afflictions make me learn thy law* 
 And live upon my God. 
 
 Verfe 50^ 
 g This is the comfort I enjoy 
 When new diftrefs begins : 
 I read thy word, I run thy way^ 
 And hate my former fins. 
 
 Verfe 92. 
 4 Had not thy word been my delight 
 When earthly joies were fled, 
 My foul, oppreft with forrow's weight* 
 Had funk amongft the dead. 
 
 Verfe 75. 
 jr I know thy judgments, Lord, are rightj 
 Though they may feem fevere; 
 The fharpeftfart 'rings I endure 
 Flow from thy faithful care. 
 
 Verfe 67. 
 ^ Before I know thy chaft'ning rod. 
 My feet were apt to ftray. ; 
 But now I learn to keep thy word. 
 Nor wander from thy way. 
 
 PSALM 119. Fifteenth Fart 
 
 Holy Refolution.- Verfe 93. 
 
 1 /~\H that thy ftatutes evVy hour, 
 V^/ Might dwell upon my mind ! 
 Thence I derive a quick'ning pow ? r 
 And daily peace I find. 
 
( 286 ) 
 
 Verfe 15, 16. 
 <a To meditate thy precepts, Lord, 
 Shall be ray facet employ ; 
 My foul (hall ne'er forget thy word, 
 Thy word is all my joy. 
 
 Verfe 32. 
 
 3 How would I run in thy commands, 
 
 If thou my heart difcharge, 
 From lin an.' dan's hateful chains, 
 And fet. my feet at large ! 
 
 Verfe 13, 46. 
 
 4 My lips with courage (hall declare 
 
 Thy ftatutes and thy name ; 
 I'll fpeak thy words tho' kings fhould hear, 
 Nor yield to finful fhame. 
 
 Verfe 6 1, 69, 70. 
 _j Let bands of perfecutors rife 
 To rob me of my right, 
 Let pride and malice forge their lies, 
 Thy law is my delight, 
 
 Verfe 11 £. 
 6 Depart from me, ye wicke « race, 
 Whoft.han s and hearts are ill ; 
 I love my God, I' lor^his ways, 
 And mud obey his will. 
 P S A L M 1 19. Sixteenth Part. 
 
 Prayer for quickening Grace. Verfe 25, 37* 
 
 z . /] Y foul lies cleaving to the dull : 
 LorJ, .give me 1'fe divine ; 
 From vain defies aryl ev'ry luft 
 Turn oii thefe eyes of mine. 
 
( m ) 
 
 I need the influence ot thy grace 
 
 To fj ee-i me in thy way., 
 Left t mould loiter in my race, 
 
 Or turn my feet aftray. 
 
 Verfe 107. 
 When fore affections } refs me down, 
 
 I need ihy quick'ning pow'rs ; 
 Thy word t'at I have refted on 
 
 Shall help my heavieft hours. 
 
 Verfe 1 $6, 40- 
 Are not thy mercies fov 'reign fti II, 
 
 And thou a faithful Go-J ? 
 Wilt thou nor grant me warmer zeal 
 
 To run the heavmly road ? 
 
 Verfe 159,40. 
 Does not my heart thy precepts love, 
 
 And long to fee thy face ? 
 And yet how flow my fpirits move 
 
 Without ealiy'ning grace. 
 
 Verfe 93. 
 Then fball I love thy gofpel more, 
 
 And ne'er forget thy word, 
 When I have felt its quick'ning pow'r 
 
 To draw me near the Lord. 
 
 PSALM 119. Seventeenth Part. Long Metre, 
 Grace mining in Difficulties and Trials. 
 Veife 143, 28. 
 ^7T 7HEN pain and anguifh feize me, Lord, 
 V V All my fupport is from thy word : 
 My foul diffdves for heavinefs ; 
 Uphold me with thy (liength'aing grace. 
 
.... Verfe5i,69, 113. 
 
 & The proud have fram'd their fcoils and lies, 
 They watch my feet with envious eyes, 
 They temwt my foul to fnares and fin .* 
 Y 4 et thy comnuiios I ne'er decline. 
 
 . Verfei6i,:S. 
 g They hate me, Lord, without a caufe, 
 They hate to fee me love thy laws ! 
 But I will truft and fear thy name, 
 Till pride and malice die with iihame. 
 
 PSAL M iip. Lafl Part. 
 
 Sanclifieu AmVtions J or, Delight in the Word cf 
 
 God. —Verfe 67, 59. 
 
 i T^ATHLR, I blefs thy gentle hand ; 
 J How kind was thy chaftifing rod; 
 That forc'd my confcience to a ftand, 
 And brought my Wand'ririg foul to God ! 
 
 i Foolifh and vain; I \#ent aflray, 
 Eie 1 ha>; felt thy fcourges, Lord, 
 I left my guile, and loll my way £ 
 But now I love and keep thy word; 
 
 Verfe 71. 
 3 J Tis crood for rne to wear the yoke, 
 For prize is apt to rife and fwell ; 
 ; Tis good to bear my Father's flrokf j 
 That I might learn his ftatutes well, 
 
 Verfe 72. 
 k The law that iflues from thy mouth, 
 >'! raife my cheerful paffions more 
 r : all the treafures of the fouth> 
 0. :-~dt hills of golden ore. 
 
( 2?0 ) 
 
 Verfe 73. 
 Thy hands have made my mortal frame. 
 Thy fpirit form'd my foul within ; 
 Teach me to know thy wond'rous name* 
 Ana guard me fafe from death and fin. 
 
 Verfe 74. 
 Then all that love and fear the Lord 
 At my falvation flhall rejoice 5 
 For I have trufled in thy word, 
 And made thy grace my only choice. 
 
 PSALM 120. Common Metre. 
 
 Complaint of quarrelfome Neighbours ; or, a de« 
 vout Wiih for Peace 
 TT HOU God of love, thou ever bleft, 
 
 i Pity my fuff'ring (late ; 
 When wilt thou fet my foul at reft, 
 From lips that love deceit ? 
 
 Hard Jot of mine ! my days are cafl, 
 
 Among the fons offlrife, 
 Whofe never ceaGng quarrels wafte 
 
 My golden hours of life. 
 
 5 O might I fly to change my place, 
 . How would I choofe to dwell 
 In fome wild lonefome, wildernefs, 
 And leave thefe gates of hell ! 
 
 Peace is the blelfmg that I feek, 
 
 How lovely are its charms ! 
 1 am for peace ; but when I fpeak, 
 
 They all declare for arms. 
 
 K 
 
( *<7* ) 
 5 New paffions flill their fouls engage, 
 And keep "f heir malice ftrong : ' 
 "W at (h '1 b< done to curb thy rage, 
 O thou ievcuring tongue! 
 
 *j Should burning arrows fmite thee thro', 
 Strict juftice would approve ; 
 But 1 would rather fpare my foe, 
 And melt his heart with love. 
 PSALM i*i. Long Metre. 
 Divine Protection. 
 j T 7P to the hills I lift mine eyes, 
 
 VlJ Th' eternal hills bey on' I the fkies ; 
 Thence all her help my foul derives ; 
 There my almighty refuge lives. 
 * He lives, the everlaflmg God 
 
 That built the worki, (bat : oread the flood; 
 The iieav'ns, with all their holt he made, 
 An;! the dark regions of the dead. 
 
 3 He guides our feet, he guards our way ; 
 His morning fmiics adorn the day : 
 He threads the ev'ning veil, and keeps 
 The iilent hours while Ifra'i ileeps. 
 
 4 Ifra'i, a name divinely blefi, 
 JVlay rife fecure, fecurely refi ; 
 Thy holy guardian's wakeful eyes 
 Admit no dumber, nor furprife. 
 
 j No fun (Ball fmite thy head by day, 
 Nor the pale moon with hckly ray 
 Shall blaft thy couch ; iio baleful flar 
 
 ! Darts his malignant fire fo far. 
 
( *9* ) 
 
 $ Should earth and hell w>\h malice burn, 
 Still thou (halt go, and ftill rettosa ; 
 Safe in the Lord ! his hefinas'niy c re 
 Defends thy life from ey*ry fisaic. 
 
 *j On the foul fpirits hav? no pow'r ; 
 And in thy laft departing hour, 
 Angels that trace the airy road, 
 Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. 
 PSALM I2i. Common Metre. 
 
 PUfercation by Day and Night. 
 I r FO heav'n I lift my waiting eyes, 
 There all my hopes are laid ; 
 The Lord that built the earth and ikies 
 Is my perpetual aid. 
 
 » Their ftedfaft feet mall never fall, 
 Whom he defigns to keep ; 
 His ear attends the fofteil: call ; 
 His eyes can never deep. 
 
 g He will fuftain our weakefl pow ? rs 
 With his almighty arm, 
 And watch our moft unguarded hours 
 Againft furprifiug harm. 
 
 4 Ifra'l rejoice, and reft fecure, 
 Thy keener is the Lord i 
 His wakeful eyes employ his power 
 For thine eternal guard. 
 
 Nor fcorching fun, nor fickly moon, 
 
 ^•hall have his leave to (mite ; 
 He fhields thy head from burning noon, 
 
 From biailing damps at night. 
 R a 
 
C ^f? ) 
 
 6 He guards tliy foul, He keeps thy breath, 
 Where thicktii dangers come ; 
 Go and return, (ecure from eath, 
 Till God commands thee home, 
 
 PSALM iai. As the 148th Piahr., 
 God our Preferver. 
 21 J T PWARD I lift mine eyes, 
 \J F'om God is all my aid ; 
 The God that built the fkies, * 
 
 And earth and nature made : 
 God is the tow'r 
 To which I fly ; 
 His grace is nigh 
 In ev'ry hour. 
 
 2 My feet fhall never flide, 
 And fall in fatal fnares, 
 Since God my guard and guide, 
 Defends me from my fears, 
 
 Thofe wakeful eyes 
 
 That never {leep, •' 
 
 Shall Ifra'l keep 
 
 When dangers rife. 
 
 t No burning heats by day, 
 - Nor Hafts of evening air, 
 Shall take rrly health away^ 
 If God be with me there ': • 
 Thou att my fun, ' - 
 An d thou my (bade, 
 To guard my head 
 £y night or sood> 
 
( *93 ) 
 IJafl thou not giv'n thy word 
 To iave ray foul from death ? 
 Audi can truft my Lord 
 To keep my mortal breath i 
 
 Pll go and come, 
 
 Nor fear to die, 
 
 Till from on high 
 
 Thou call me home. 
 
 PSALM 122. Common Metre. 
 «* Going to Church. 
 
 HOW did my heart rejoice to hear 
 My friends devoutly fay, 
 " In Zion let us all appear 
 
 " And keep the folemn day." 
 I love the gates^ I love the road | 
 
 The church adorn'd witji grace. 
 Stands like a palace built for God, 
 To (how his milder face. 
 
 Up to her courts with joy unknowa 
 
 The holy tribes repair ; 
 The fon of Ravid holds his tkrone 
 
 And fits in judgment there. 
 
 He hears our praifes and complaints j. 
 
 And while his awful voice 
 Divides the.finners from the faints, 
 
 We tremble and rejoice. 
 
 Peace be within this facred place, 
 
 And joy a conliant gueft !- 
 With holy gifts, and heav'nly grass, 
 
 Bihsr-atftndantsblefl! - 
 
 ' 15 
 
( w ) 
 
 y My foul fhal! pray for Zion ftill, 
 While life or breath remains : 
 There my belt friends, my kindred dweljj 
 There God my Saviour reigns. 
 
 PSALM 122. Proper Tune, 
 Going to Church. 
 
 i T-J°^ V P leasM and b,efs ' a vvas l > 
 
 JL jL To hear the people cry, 
 
 Come, let us feek our God to day ! 
 
 Yes, with a* cheerful zeal, 
 
 We harte to Zion's hill, 
 
 And theie our vows and honours pay. 
 
 % Zion, thrice happy place, 
 
 A'iorn'J witk vondjjpus grace, 
 
 And walls of flrength embrace thee round y 
 In thee cur tribes appear 
 To pray, and ^ralle, and heac 
 
 Thefacred gofpePs joyful found. 
 
 3 There David's greater Son 
 Has fjxM his royal throne, 
 
 He fits for sr.nce and judgment there ; 
 He bids the uin is be glut!, 
 He makes the tinner fad, 
 
 AndiMimble fouls rejoice wdth f::. f 
 
 4 May peace attend thy gate, 
 And joy within thee wait, 
 
 *f o blefs the foul of ev'ry gueft ; 
 T ! ie man that feeks thy peace, 
 And wifhes thine increafe. 
 
 A thou&ad bl^flibgs on hi;n red} 
 
(• *95 ) 
 j ^\y torr.-':- repeats her vows, 
 Peace ro u.isfacred houfe ! 
 
 Fov here my friends and kiadred dwell ; 
 And fince my glorious God 
 jVUkes thee his bleft abot'e, 
 
 My foul (hall ever love thee well. 
 
 [Repent the 4th Stanza to complete the Tune^. 
 
 P S A L» M 123. Common Metre. 
 Pleading with Submiflion. 
 
 OT'vi-i whofe grace and juftice reign 
 i: Mihron'd above the fkies, 
 To thee our hearts would tell their pain, 
 To thee we lift our eyes. 
 
 * As feivam^s watch their mailer's hand, 
 And fear the angry flroke ! 
 Or maids before their miftrefs (land, 
 And wait a peaceful look : 
 
 So for our (ins we juftly fed 
 Tf-y.'Tcipline, OGod ; 
 Yet wait' C\e gracious moment ftill, 
 Till thou remove the rod. 
 
 4 Thofe that in wealth and pleafure live 
 Our Hjatly groans' deride, 
 And thy flays of mercy give 
 Frefh courage to their pride. 
 
 f our foe* infah us, but our hope 
 In thy comoainon lies ; 
 This thought mall bear our fpirits upj 
 That God will not defpife. 
 
( *9<> > 
 PSALM 124. Common Meiic. 
 God gives Victory. 
 $ T'TAD not the God of truth and love, 
 J"l When hofts againft us rofe, 
 Difplay'd his veng'ance from above, 
 And cruuVd the concju'ring foes ; 
 
 1 Their armies like a raging flood 
 Had fwept the guarcilefs land, 
 Deftroy'd on earth his bkii abode, 
 And whejm'd our feeble band. 
 
 3 But i*fe beneath his Threading mield 
 
 Hil\fons fecurefy reft, 
 Defy tne dangers of the field, 
 And bear the fearlefs bread. 
 
 4 And now our fouls mail blefs the Lord, 
 
 Who broke the deadly fnare ; 
 "Who fav'd us from the murdVing fvvord. 
 And made our lives his care. 
 
 % Our help is in Jehovah's name. 
 
 Who form'd the heav'ns above : 
 He that fupports their wond'rous frame 
 Can guard his church by love. 
 
 PSALM 125. Common Metre. 
 The Saint's Trial and Safety. 
 a UNSHAKEN as thefacred hill, 
 And firm as mountains (land, 
 Firm as a rock the foul mall reft, 
 That trufts th' almighty hand. 
 
 <% Not walls nor hills could guard fo welj 
 Old Salem's happy ground, 
 
( *91 ) 
 
 Asthofe eternal arms of love, 
 That ev'ry faint furround. 
 
 3 While tyrants are a fuiarting fcourga 
 To drive them near to God, 
 Divine compaflion will afTuagc 
 The fury of the rod. 
 
 4. Deal gently, Ldrd x with fouls fincere^ 
 And jea I them fafely on 
 To the bright gates of Paradife, 
 Where Chrift the Lord is gone. 
 
 5 But if we trace thofe crooked ways 
 That the old ferpent drew, 
 The wrath that drove him firftto hell, 
 Shall finite his follow'rs too, 
 
 PSALM 135. SJirart Mefp. 
 The Saint's Trial an .1 Safety ; or, rooutraied Af- 
 
 Unions. 
 J TJ'IRM and unmov'd are tfiey, 
 X That reft their fouls on God : 
 Firm as the mci:n' wberp David dwelt, 
 Or where the ark a Dixie. 
 
 2 As mountains ftpo I to guard 
 
 The CJty^s 
 So God an "gj 11 ? ' iOV ~ 
 
 Embrace his faints around. 
 
 3 What tho'the Father's rod 
 
 Drop a chaflihng ftroke, 
 Yet left it woun I their r ouls too desjx. 
 Its fury {hall be broke, 
 
( *9* ) 
 
 peal gently, Lord, with thofe 
 
 Whofe faith and pious fear, 
 Whofe hope and love, and ev'ry grace, 
 
 Proclaim their hearts (incere. 
 
 Nor fhall the tyrant's rage 
 
 Too long opprefs the faint ; 
 The God oi lfra'l will fupport 
 
 His children, left they faim. 
 
 But if our flavifli fear 
 
 Will choofe the road to hell, 
 We muft expecl our portion there, 
 
 Where bolder finners dwell. 
 
 PSALM 126. Long Metre. 
 Surprjfing Deliverance. 
 
 WHEN God retloiM our captive fiate, 
 Joy was our fong, and grace our theme* 
 The grace beyond our hopes fo great, 
 That joy appearM a pleaQng dream. 
 
 Thefcoffer owns thy hand, and pays 
 Unwilling honours to thy name ; 
 While we with pleafure mout thy praife, 
 With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 
 
 When we review our difmal fears, 
 'Twas hard to think they'll vaniili fo ; 
 With God we left our flowing tears, 
 He makes our joys like rivers flow. 
 
 The man that in his furrow'J field, 
 His fcatter'd feed with fadnefs leaves, 
 Will mout to fee the harv-fl yield 
 fy Welcome lead of joyful meaves. 
 
( *99 ) 
 PSALM 126. Common Metre, 
 
 The Joy of a remarkable Convert! on ; or, Melan- 
 choly remoter 
 
 3 I T 7 HEN God reveal'J his gracious name, 
 Vt Andchang'd my mournful tlate, 
 
 My rapture feem'd a pleat ng dream, 
 The grace appearM fo great. 
 
 S| The world beheld the glorious change, 
 And did thy hand coofefs : 
 My tongue. broke out in unknown (bains, 
 And fungfurpriGng grace. 
 
 2 u Great is the work, ,? my neighbours cry'd* 
 And own'd the power divine ; 
 i{ Great is the work," my heart re[ly'd, 
 << And be the glory thine." 
 
 4 The Lord can clear the darken ikies. 
 
 Can give us day for night ; 
 Make drops of facred foirow rife 
 To rivers of delight. 
 
 j Let thofe that fow in fadnefs waft 
 Till the fair harveft come, 
 They (hall confefs their fheaves are great* 
 An J ihout the blei'lmgs home. 
 
 ^ Tho' feed lie bury'd long in dull, 
 It lhan't deceive their hope ; 
 The precious grain can ne'er be loll^ 
 £01; grase iDfures the crop* 
 
( s°° ) 
 
 P S A h M 127. Long Metre. 
 
 The Bleilings of God on the Buiinefs and Comforts 
 
 of Life. 
 
 1 |F Gocl fucceed not, all the coft 
 
 And pains to build the houfe are loft, 
 .1* God the city will not keep, 
 The watchful guards as well may deep. 
 
 2 What tho' we rife before the fun, 
 And work and toil when day is «!one, 
 Careful and fparing eat our bread, 
 To ftiun that poverty we dread : 
 
 3 'Tisall iqvain, till God hatlrblcft, 
 He can make rich, yet give usreft.; 
 On God, our fov'reign, ilill depe'nds 
 Our joy iu children and in ii leads. 
 
 4 Happy the man to whom heTemls 
 Obedient children, faithful friends I 
 How fweet our daily comfort*: prove, 
 "When they arefeafon'd with his love. 
 
 F S A L M 127. Common Metre. 
 God All in All. 
 * IF God to build the houfe deny, 
 * The builders work in vain ; 
 And towns without his wakeful eye, 
 An ufelefs watch maintain. 
 
 ft Before the morning beams -arife., 
 Your 'pajjnfui work renew, 
 And till the flats afc-nd the ikic^ 
 Xour tirefbme toil purfue. 
 
C 3Q\ } 
 
 ? Short be your fieep, and coaife your fare ; 
 In vaitv till God has bleft ; 
 But if his fmiles attend your care, 
 You (hall have food and reft. ' 
 
 4 Nor children, relatives nor friends, 
 ' - Shall real bleilmgs prove, 
 Noral} the 1 earthly joys he fends, 
 If lent without his- love. 
 P S A L M- 128. Common Metre* 
 Family BleiTings. 
 
 2 f*\ Happy man, whofe foul is fill 'J 
 • \J With zeal and rev'iend awe? 
 
 His lips to God their honours yield, 
 His life adorns the lav?. 
 
 3 A careful providence (hall Hand, 
 
 And ever guard thy head, 
 Shall on the labours of thy hand 
 Its kindly ble'mngs [Led. 
 
 3 Thy wife fhall be a fruitful vine ; 
 
 Thy children round thy board, 
 Each like a plant of honour mine, 
 And learn to fear the Lord. 
 
 4 The I^prd fhall thy bed hopes fulfil, 
 
 For months and years to come : 
 The Lord who dwells on Zion's hill^ 
 Shall fend thee bleffings home. 
 
 j This is i.he man whofe happy eyes 
 • Shall fee his houfe increafe, 
 Shall fte the (inking church arife, 
 * Then leave the world in peace. 
 
( 3°* ) 
 
 PSALM My Com. Metre. — Perfecutors Punifhed. 
 I I ] P from my youth, may lfra ? l fay, 
 Have I been nurs'd in tears ; 
 My gneis were conftaat as the day, 
 And tedious as the years. 
 
 % Up from my youth, I bore the rage 
 Of all the ions of ftrife ; 
 Oft they affailM my riper ape, 
 But God prefer vM my life. 
 
 3 O'er all my frame their cruel darfc 
 
 Its painful wounds imprefs'd ; 
 Hourly they vex'd my fainting heartj 
 Nor let my forrows reft. 
 
 4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, 
 
 And with impartial eye, 
 Meafur'd the mifchiefs they had done, 
 Then let his arrows fly. 
 
 5 How was their infolence furpris'd, 
 
 To hear his thunJers roll ! 
 And all the foes of Z on feiz'd 
 With horror to the foul. 
 
 $ Thus rha.ll the men that hate the faints, 
 Be blafted from the fky ; 
 Their glory fades, their courage faints, 
 And ail their profpecls die. 
 
 *j [What tho* they fiourifh tall and fair, 
 They have no root beneath ; 
 Their growth (ball perifh indefpair, 
 And lie defpis ? d in death. 
 
( 3^3 ) 
 8 So corn that on the houfe-tcp fland,- 
 No hope oU.aiveft gires ; 
 The rea] i ne'er (hail nil his hands, 
 • h e iheaves.] 
 PSALM j. Common Metre. 
 
 Pardoning Grace. 
 i f^\ UT of the deeps of long ciiilrefs, 
 v^ The borders of defpaur, 
 I fent my cries to feck thy grace, 
 My groans to move thine ear. 
 
 2 Great God ! thou! 1 thy feverer eye, 
 
 And thine impartial hand, 
 Mark and revenge iniquity, 
 No mortal flei'h could (land. 
 
 3 But there are par Ions with my God, 
 
 For crimes of high degree : 
 Thy Son lias bought them with his blood, 
 To draw us near to thee. 
 
 4 [I wait for thy falvation, Lord, 
 
 VV id\ ftrong defires I wait ; 
 My fou!, invited by thy word, 
 Stands watching at thy gate.] 
 
 > [Juft as the guards that keep the night 
 Long for the morning ikits, 
 Watch the fir it beams ci breaking Irhr, 
 And meet :a their ejes : 
 
 6 So waits my foul to fee thy grace, 
 And more intent thas they : 
 Meets the firft op'nings of:':; facei 
 Aad fioiis a brighter day.] 
 
'; Then m the Lord let Ifra'l truf!; 
 - Let Ifra'l feek.his face ; 
 The Lord is good as well as juft, 
 And plenteous in his grace. 
 
 8 There's full redemption at his throne 
 For Tinners long enflav'd ; • 
 The great Redeemer is his Son, 
 And .fra'J (ball be favM. 
 PSA L M 130. Long Metre. 
 I 1 Pardoning Grace. , 
 
 1 T7ROM,*;eep diftrefs and troubled thought?, 
 X To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries : 
 Jf thou feverely mark our faults, 
 
 No fiefh can (land before thine eyes. 
 
 2 But thou haft built thy throne of grace, 
 Free fo difpenfethy pardons there, 
 Th^t tinners may approach thy face, 
 Arc! hope, and love, as well as fear. 
 
 3 As the benigh^d pilgrims wait, 
 And long and with for breaking day 5 
 So waits my foul before thy gate ; 
 When will my God his face difplay ! 
 
 4 My tnjfl is fix'd upon -thy word, 
 
 Nor ILall I truft thy word in. vain '. t 
 Let mourning fouls a:ldrefs the Lord, 
 And find relief from all their pain. 
 
 5 Great is his. love, and large his grace, 
 Thro' the redemption of his Son : 
 He turns qur feet from finfui ways, 
 And pardons what cur hands have dene. 
 
( 3°; ) 
 
 PSALM 131. Common Metre. 
 Humility and Submiflion 
 
 IS there ambition in my heatt ? 
 Search, gracious God, and fee ; 
 Or do I act a haughty part ? 
 Lord, I appeal to thee. 
 
 % I charge my thoughts, be humble flill> 
 And all my carriage mild ; 
 Content, my Father, with thy will, 
 And peaceful as a child. 
 
 3 The patient foul, the lowly mind > 
 
 Shall have a large reward : 
 
 Let faints in forrow lie refign'd, 
 
 And truft a faithful Lord. 
 
 PSALM 132. Verfe 5, 13 — 18. Long Metre. 
 
 At the Settlement of a Church 
 
 of a Minifler. 
 
 1 U7 HERE (hall we go to feek and find 
 
 V n habitation for our God ? 
 
 A dwelling for th' eternal mind ; 
 Among the fons of flefb and blood \ 
 
 2 The God of Jacob chofe the hill 
 Of Zion for his ancient reft ; 
 Am S'on is his dwelling Gill ; 
 His church is with his prefence bleft. 
 
 3 Here I wili Hx my gracious throne, 
 And reign for ever, faith the Lord ; 
 Here fbail my pow'r and love be known,. 
 And biedings fliuU attend my word. 
 
 S 
 
( 306 ) 
 
 4 Here will I meet the hungry poor, 
 And fill their fouls with living bread ; 
 Sinners that wait before my door, 
 
 With fweet provisions fh.-U be fed. 
 
 5 Girded with truth, and cl.oth'd with grace, 
 My prielts, my miniilers fliail {Line ; 
 
 Not Aaron in his coflly drefs 
 Appears fo glorious and divine : 
 
 6 The faints, unable to contain 
 
 Their inward joys, fhall (bout and (mg : 
 The Son of David here (hall reign, 
 Anu Zion triumph in her King. 
 
 J [Jefus fhall fee a num'rous {c^d 
 
 Born here t' uphold his glorious name ; 
 His crowu (h ill flourifh on his head, 
 While all his foes are clothM with fhame.] 
 
 PSALM 13s. Ver. 4, 5, 7, 8, 15, 17. C. ftfeti^ 
 A Church eflabliihed. 
 
 I r^wTOileep no; (lumber to his eyes 
 |_ L ^1 Good Davi;, could afford, 
 'Till he had found below the ikies 
 A dwelling for the Lord. 
 
 3 The Lord in Z'on plac'd his name, 
 His ark was fettled there ; 
 And there th' aiTcmbled nation came 
 To worship thrice a year. 
 
 5 We trace no more thefe to i Home way 
 Nor wander far abroad ; 
 "VYhere'er thy peopl*- mm for praife^ 
 There is 4 houfe fbrGou.] 
 
( 3*7 > 
 Pause. 
 
 4 Arjfe, O King of grace, ari/ej, 
 
 An d enter to thy reft : 
 Lo ! thy church waits with longing ejc$ A 
 Thus to be own'd and bleft. 
 
 5 Enter with all thy glorious train, 
 
 Thy Spirit and thy word ; 
 All that the ark did once contain, 
 Could hofuch grace afford. 
 
 6 Here mighty God, accept our vows A 
 
 Here let thy pruife be fpread ; 
 Blefs the orovifions of thy houfe, 
 And fill thy poor with bread. 
 
 7 Here let the Con of David reign., 
 
 Let God's anointed fnine ; 
 Juftice and truth his court maintain* 
 With love and pow'r divine. 
 
 S. Here let him hold a iafting throne* 
 And as his kingdom grows, 
 Frefh hcnovrs ihall adorn his crown, 
 And £hame confound his foes. 
 
 P S A L M 333. Common Metre. 
 Brotherly Love. 
 1 T O !■ what an entertaining fight 
 JL^ Thofe frieac ly brethren prove, 
 Whofe cheerful hearts in b&odf unite, 
 Cf harmony and love ! 
 
 5 Where uVeams of blifs from Chrift the fpring 
 Pefcend oa eyVy foul a 
 
( 3°8 ) 
 
 And heav'nly peace with balmy wing 
 Shades and bedews the whole. 
 
 3 'Tis like the oil divinely fweet 
 
 On Aaron's rev 'rend head, 
 The trickling drops perfum'd his feet, 
 And o'er his garments fpread. 
 
 4 'Tis pleafant as the morning dews 
 
 That fall on Zion's hill, 
 Where God his rnildeft glory {hews, 
 And makes his grace diftil. 
 
 PSALM 133. Short Metre. 
 Communion of Saints ; or, Love and Worfliip \a 
 
 a Family. 
 I jDLEST are the fons of peace, 
 
 Whofe hearts and hopes are one ; 
 Whofe kind defgns to ferve and pleafe 
 Thro' all their actions run. 
 
 a Blt-fl: is the pious ho>:fe 
 
 Where zeal and friendihip meef, 
 Their fongs of praife, their mingled vows, 
 Make their communion fweet. 
 
 g Thus when on Aaron's head 
 
 They pou:'o the rich perfume, 
 The oil thro' all bis raiment fpread* 
 . nd pleafure fi!I'u the room. 
 
 4 Thus on the heav'nly hijls 
 The faints arc blefl above, 
 Where joy like morning dew diflils, J 
 
 And all the air is love. /) 
 
( S°9 ) 
 
 PSALM 133. As the i22d Pfaiifi, 
 The Bleffings of Friendihip. 
 
 HOW ^leafant 'tis to fee 
 Kindred and friends agree, 
 Each in his proper ftation move, 
 And each fulfil his part 
 With fympathifmg heart, 
 In all the cares of life and lcve- 
 
 'Tis like an ointment (hed 
 
 On Aaron's facred head, 
 Hvindy rich, divinely fweet '; 
 
 The oil thro' all the room 
 
 Diffus'd a choice perfume, 
 an thro' his robes and bleft his feet- 
 
 Like fruitful fhow'rs of rain 
 
 That water all the plain, 
 tefcending from the neighboring hills ; 
 
 Such itreams of pleafure roll 
 
 Thro'ev'ry friendly foul. 
 Vhere love like heav'nly dew diftils. 
 
 [Repeat the irft Stanza to complete the Tune^J 
 
 PSALM 134. Common Metre* 
 Daily and nightly Devotion. 
 
 YE that obey th' immortal King, 
 Attend his holy place ; 
 Bow to the glories of his pow'r, 
 And blefs his wond'rous grace. 
 
 Lift up your hands by morning lights 
 And fend your fouls on high ; 
 
 S * 
 
( 3** ) 
 Raife your admiring thoughts by night 
 Above the (tarry iky. 
 
 g the God of Zion cheers our hearts 
 With rays of quick'ning grace ; 
 The God that fpreads the heav'ns abroad, 
 And rules the fweliing feas. 
 
 PSALM 135. Verfe 1-4, 14, 19-21. F. Part. L. 
 
 The Church is God's Houfe and Care. 
 1 T)RAISE ye the Lord, exalt his name, 
 Jl While in the earthly courts ye wait, 
 Ye faints that to his houfe belong, 
 Orftand attending at his gate. 
 
 % Praife ye the Lord, the Lord is good ; 
 To praife his name is fweet employ : 
 Ifra'l he chofe ofold, and rti!l 
 His church is his peculiar joy. 
 
 3 The Lord himfelf will judge his faints ; 
 He treats his fervants as his friends ; 
 And when he hears their fore complaints, 
 Repents theforrows that he fends. 
 
 4 Tnio* ev'ry age the- Lord declares 
 
 His name, and breaks th* oppreflbr's rod ; 
 He gives his furPring fervants reft, 
 And will be known th' Almighty God. 
 
 j Blefs ye the Lord, who tafte his love, 
 People and priefts exalt his name : 
 Amongft his faints he ever dwells ; 
 His church is his Jerusalem. 
 
( 3ii ) 
 
 S A L M 135. Ver. 5—12. Second Part^ 
 he works of Creation, Providence, Redemption of 
 Ifraei, and Deftru&ion of Enemies. 
 
 GREAT is the Lord, exalted high 
 Above all pow'rs and ev'ry throne $ 
 What'er he pleafe in earth or fea, 
 Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done. 
 
 At his command the vapours rife, 
 
 The lightnisgs flafh, the thunders roar % > 
 
 He pours the rain, he brings the wind 
 
 And tempeft from his airy {lore. 
 
 3 'Twas he thofe dreadful tokens fent, 
 O Egypt, thro' thy ftubborn land ; 
 When all thy firft- born, beafts and men, 
 Fell dead by his avenging hand. 
 
 What mighty nations, mighty kings 
 He (lew, and their whole country gave 
 To Ifra'l, whom his hand redeem'd, 
 No more to be proud Pharaoh's (lave. 
 
 His pow'r the fame, the fame his grace^ 
 That faves us from the hofts of hell ; 
 And heav'n he gives us to poffefs, 
 Whence thofe apoflate angels fell. 
 
 PSALM. 135. Common Metre. 
 
 Praife due to God, not to Idols. 
 A WAKE, ye faints : To praife your King 
 
 Your fweeteft paffions raife, 
 Your pious pleafure, while you fing, 
 Increasing, with the praife. 
 & 
 
( 3*1 ) 
 
 1 Great is the Lord ; and works unknown 
 Are his divine employ : 
 But il ill his faints are near his throne, 
 His treafure and his joy. 
 
 3 Heav'n earth and fea confefs his hand ; 
 He bi.is the vapours rife ; 
 Lightning and florm at his command 
 Sweep thro' the founding Ikies. 
 
 4. All pow'r that gods or kings have claim'd* 
 is loun. with him alone ; 
 But heathen go is fhoul J ne'er be naiiv*d 
 Where our Jehovah's known. 
 
 5 Which of the ftocks and ltones they truft, 
 
 Can give them (how'rs of rain ? 
 In vain they worfhip glittering dull, 
 And pray to God in vain. 
 
 6 Their go. s have tongues that fpeechlefs prove* 
 
 Such as their makers gave : 
 Their feet were never form'.i to move, 
 Nor han s have pow'r to fave. 
 
 7 Blind are thtir eyes, their ears are deaf, 
 
 Nor hear when mortals } ray ; 
 Mortals that wait for their relief, 
 A'e blind and deaf as they. 
 
 8 Ye nations, know the living God, 
 
 Serve him with faith and fear •>. 
 He makes the churches his abode, 
 And claims your honours there, 
 
( 3i3 ) 
 
 PSALM 136. Common Metres 
 God's Wonders of Creation, Providence, Redemp- 
 tion of Ifrael, an 1 Salvation of his Peo le. 
 1 f~> IVE thanks to Gol, the fov'reign Lord ; 
 V T His mercies {Till endure ; 
 And be the King of kings ador'd ; 
 His truth is ever fure. 
 
 S What wonders hath his wiHom done ? 
 How mighty is his hand ! 
 Heav'n, earth an ; fea he fram'i alone X 
 How wide is his command ! 
 
 3 The fun fupplies the day with light ; 
 
 How bright his counfels (nine ! 
 The moon and ftars adorn the night; 
 His works are ail divine \ 
 
 4 [He ftruck the fons of Egypt dead : 
 
 How -dreadful is his rod ! 
 And thence Wttkjoz his peo-ple led ; 
 How gracious is our God ! 
 
 5 He cleft the (welling fea in two ; 
 
 His arm is great in might ; 
 And gave the tribes a paffige thro' ; 
 His pow'r and grace unite. 
 
 6 But Pharaoh's army there he drown'd 5 
 
 How glorious are his ways ! 
 And brought his faints thro'defert ground 5 
 Eternal is his praife. 
 
 *j Great monarchs fell beneath his hand 5 
 Victorious is his fword ; 
 
 s 4 
 
( 3*4 ) 
 While Ifra'l took the promis'd land ; 
 And faithful is his word.] 
 
 & He faw the nations dead in (in ;. 
 He felt his pity move ; 
 How fad the ftare the world was in ! 
 ,How bonndlefs was his love ! 
 
 €) He fent to fave us from our woe ; 
 His goodnefs never fails ; 
 From death and hell, and ev'ry foe ; 
 And ftill his grace prevails. 
 
 10 Give thanks to God the heav'nly King ; 
 His mpiciesftill endure ; 
 Let the whole earth his praifes fing ; 
 His truth is ever fare. 
 
 PS, A L M 136. As the 148th Tfalm. 
 I A "'• IVE thanks to God moil higH* 
 \ JL The univerfal Lord ; 
 The foy ? reign King of kings ; 
 And be his grace ador'd. 
 
 His pow'r and grace 
 
 Are (lill the lame ; 
 
 And let his name 
 
 Have endlefs prai'e. 
 
 % How mighty is his hand ! 
 What won ders hath he done! 
 He formM the earth and ^2s ? 
 Ai'-.l fnread the lieav'as alone*. 
 
 mercy, Lord, 
 Shall aid endure ; 
 An 1 ever fure 
 Abides thy word* 
 
( 3»5 ) 
 
 His wifJom fram'd the fun 
 To crown the day with light; 
 The moon and twinkling ftars 
 To cheer the darkfome night. 
 
 His pow'r and grace 
 
 Are ft ill the fame ; 
 
 And let his name 
 
 Have endlefs praife. ' 
 
 He fmote the firft-born Tons, 
 The flow'r of Egypt dead ; 
 And thence his chofen tribes 
 With joy and glory led. 
 
 Thy mercy, Lord, 
 
 Shall mil endure ; 
 
 And ever fure 
 
 Abides thy word. 
 His pow'r and lifted rod 
 Cleft the Red-fea in two ; 
 And for his people made 
 A wond'rous pailage thro'. 
 
 His pow'r and grace 
 
 Are ftill the fame, 
 
 And let his name 
 
 Have endlefs praife. 
 
 But cruel Pharaoh there 
 With all his hofts he drown'd ; 
 And brought his Ifra'l fafe 
 Thro' a long defert ground. 
 
 Thy mercy, Lord, 
 
 Shall ftill endure ; 
 
 And ever fure 
 
 Abides thy word. 
 
Pause. 
 
 7 The kings of Canaan feel 
 Beneath his dreadful hand ; 
 While his own fervants took 
 Fofleffion of their land. 
 
 His pow'r and grace 
 Are flill the fame ; 
 And let his name 
 Haveendlefs praife. 
 
 8 He faw the nations lie, 
 All perifliingin fin, 
 And pity'd the fad flare 
 The ruinM world was in.. 
 
 Thy mercy, Lord, 
 Shall ftill endure ; 
 And ever fure 
 Abides thy word. 
 
 <p Hefent his only Son, 
 To fave us from our woe, 
 From fatan, fin and death ^ 
 And ev ? ry hurtful foe. 
 
 His pow'r and grace 
 
 Are ftill the fame ; 
 
 And let his name 
 
 Have en clefs, praife. 
 
 ^o Give thanks aloud to God, 
 To God the heav'nly King ; 
 And let the fpacious earth 
 |lis works and glories fing. ' 
 
( m ) 
 
 Thy mercy, Lord, 
 Shall ftill endure ; 
 And ever fure 
 Abides thy word. 
 
 PSALM 136. Abridged. Long Mtfre. 
 1 Q.IVE to our God immortal praife ; 
 Mercy and truth are all his ways : 
 Wonders of Grace to God belong, 
 Repeat his mercies in your long. 
 
 % Give to the Lord of lores renown. 
 The King of kings with glory crown * 
 His mercies ever mail endure, 
 When lords and kings are known no mors, 
 
 g He built the earth, he fpread the fky, 
 And fix'd the ftarry lights on high : 
 Wonders of Grace to God belong, 
 Repeat his mercies in your fong. 
 
 4 He fills the fun with morning light, 
 He bi !s the moon direct the night : 
 His mercies ever (hall endure, 
 When funs and moons mail mine no more* 
 
 £ The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, 
 And brought them to the promised land % 
 Wonders of Grace to God belong, 
 Repeat his mercies in your fong. 
 
 6 He faw the Gentiles dead in fin, 
 And felt his pity move within : 
 His mercies ever fhall endure, 
 Iff hen death and fin fhall reign no mare, 
 
( 3«« ) 
 
 •j He fent his Son with pow'r to fave 
 From guilt, and ciaiknefs, and the grave : 
 Wonders of Grace to God belong. 
 Repeat his mercies in your fong. . 
 
 t Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, 
 And leads us to his heav'nly feat : 
 His mercies ever fhall endure, 
 When this vain world fhall be rro more. 
 
 PSALM 137. 
 The Babylonim Captivity. 
 A LONG the banks where Babel's current 
 ■** flows, 
 
 Our captive bands in deep defpondence firay'd, 
 While Zions' fall in fad rememb'ranre rofe, 
 Her friends, her children, mingled with the dead. 
 
 2 The tunelefs harp, that once with joy we ftrung, 
 
 When , raifeemploy'd and mirth infpir'd the lay, 
 In mournful fiience 0:1 the willows hung, 
 
 And gcowing g'iefprolong'd the tedious day» 
 
 3 The barb'rous tyrants, to increafe the woe, 
 
 With taunting fmile a fong of Zion claim ; 
 Bid facred praife in fireams melodious How ; 
 W.'iile they blafpheme the great Jehovah's name. 
 
 4 But how, in heathen chains and lands unknown, 
 
 Shall Ifra'l's fons a fong; of Zion raife ? 
 O haplefs Salem, God's lerretHal throne, 
 
 1 hou lana oi glory, facred mount of praife ! 
 
 c If e'er ray mem'ry lofe thy lovely name, 
 If my cold heart negleel my kindred race, 
 
( 3*9 ) 
 
 Let dire deflru&ion feize this guilty frame ; 
 My hand (hall perifh and my voice (hall ceafe. 
 
 Yet /hall the Lord, who hears when Zion calls., 
 O'ertake her foes with terror and difmay, 
 
 His arm avenge her defolated walls, 
 Andrajfe her children to eternal day. 
 
 PSALM 138. 
 
 Reftoring and Preferving Grace. 
 1 ^T?ITH all my pow'rs of heart and toogofc 
 VV I'll praife my Maker in my fong ; 
 Angels (hall hear the notes I raife, 
 Approve the fong, and join the praife. 
 
 3 [Angels that make thy church their car$ 
 Shall witnefs my devotions there, 
 "While holy zeal directs my eyes 
 To thy fair temple in the fkies.] 
 
 3 I'll fingthy truth and mercy, Lord, 
 I'll ling the wonders of thy word ; 
 Not all the works and names below 
 So much thy pow'r and glory fhow. 
 
 4 To God I cry'd when troubles rofe i 
 Ke heard me, and fbbdu J d my foes : 
 He did my riling fears controul, 
 
 And ftrength diffus'J through all my foul. 
 
 5 The Goja of heav'n maintains his ftate, 
 Frowns on the proud, and fcorqs the gieat^ 
 But from his throne defcends to blefs 
 
 The humble fouh tluit trull his graca* 
 
( v° y 
 
 Amidft. a thoufand fnares I Hand 
 Upheld and guarded by thy hand ; 
 Thy words my fainting foul revive, 
 And keep my dying faith alive. 
 
 Grace will complete what grace begins, 
 To fave from forrows or ftom (ins ; 
 The work that wifdom undertakes, 
 Eternal mercy ne'er forfakes. 
 S A L M 139. Fiift Part. Long, Metre, 
 The All- Seeing God. 
 
 IORD, thou hall fearch'd and feen me thro* J 
 -J- Thine eye commands with piercing vie.w 
 3Vty rifing and my refting hours, 
 My heart and flem with all their pow'rs. 
 
 My thoughts, before they are my own,. 
 Are to my God diftinclly known ; 
 He knows the words I mean to fpeak, 
 Ere from my op'ning lips they break. 
 
 Within thy circling pow'r I ftaud, 
 On ev'ry fide I find thy hand : 
 Awake, afleep, at home, abroad, 
 I am furrounded Hill with God. 
 
 Amazing knowledge, vaft and great f 
 VVhat large extent ! what lofty height I 
 My foul with all the pow'rs I boaft, 
 Is in the boundlefs profpeel loft. 
 
 O may thefe thoughts pofTcfs my breaft 3 
 Where'er I rove, where'er I reft ; 
 Nor let my weaker pafiions dare 
 Confent to fin, for God is there. 
 
( 3** ) 
 Pause Fiift. 
 6 Could I fo fal(e,fofaithlefs prove, 
 To quit thy fervice and thy love, 
 Where, Lord, could I thy prefence (hunj. 
 Or from thy dreadful glory run ? 
 
 *] If up to heav'n I take my fright, 
 
 ? Tis there thou dwell'fl enthron'd in light 5 
 Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, 
 And fatan groans beneath thy chains. 
 
 8 If mounted on a morning ray 
 I fly beyond the Weftern fea, 
 Thy fwifter hand would firit arrive, 
 And there arreft thy fugitive. 
 
 O Or mould I try to fnun thy fight 
 Beneath the fpieading veil of night,. 
 One glance of thine, one piercing ray 
 Would kindle darknefs into day. 
 
 10 O may thefe thoughts poffefs my breaft>. 
 Where'er I rove, where'er I reft ; 
 
 Nor let my weaker pafhons dare 
 Confent to fin, for God is there. 
 
 Pause Second. 
 
 11 The veil of night is no difguife, 
 
 ino fcreen from thy all-fearching- eyes 5 
 Thy hand can feize thy foes as foon 
 Thro' midnight (hades as blazing noon, 
 
 12 Midnight and noon in this agree, 
 Great God they're both alike to thee 5 
 Not death can hide what God will fpfo 
 &nd hell lies naked to his eye. 
 
( 3** > 
 
 13 O may tliefe thoughts poffefs my breaft, 
 Where'er I rove, were'er I reft ; 
 Nor let my weaker paflions dare 
 Confent to fin, for God is there. 
 
 PSALM 139. Second Part. Long Metre, 
 
 The wonderful Formation of Man. 
 l 'Hp WAS from thy hand, my God, I came, 
 Jl A work of iuch a curious frame ; 
 In me thy fearful wonders (nine, 
 And each proclaims thy (kill divine. 
 
 Thine eyes did all my limbs furvey, 
 Which yet in dark confuUon lay : 
 Thou faw'it the daily growth they took, 
 Form'd by the model of thy book. 
 
 3 By thee my growing parts were nam'd, 
 And what thy fov'reign counfels fram'd, 
 The breathing lungs, the beating heart, 
 Was copy'd with unerring art. 
 
 4 At laft to (Low my Maker's name, 
 God flamp'd his image on my frame, 
 And infome unknown moment join'd 
 The finifh'd members of the mind. 
 
 5 There the young feeds of thought began, 
 And all the pallions of the man ; 
 Great God, our infant nature pays 
 Immortal tribute to thy praife. 
 
 Pause. 
 
 6 Lord, fince in my advancing age 
 
 I've acted on life's bu(y ftage, 
 
3*3 ) 
 Thy thoughts of love to me furmcunt> 
 The pow'r of numbers to recount. 
 
 7 I could furvey the ocean o'er 
 
 And count each fand that makes the Chore* 
 Before my fwifteft thoughts could trace 
 The num'rous wonders of thy grace. 
 
 8 Thefeon my heart are flill irapreft, 
 With thefe I give ray eyes to refl 1 5 
 And at my waking hour I find 
 God and his love poiTefs my mind. 
 
 PSALM 139. Third Part. Long Metre* 
 Sincerity profeis'd* and Grace tried ; or, The 
 Heart- fearching God. 
 l T^/fYGod, wh&t inward grief I feel, 
 
 L v A When impious men tranfgrefs thy Trill ! 
 I mourn to hear their lips profane 
 Take thy tremenduous name in vain* 
 
 d Does not my foul cieteft and hate 
 The fons of malice and deceit ? 
 Thofe that oppofe thy laws and thee* 
 I count for enemies to me. 
 
 3 Lord, fearch my foul, try ev'ry thought. 
 Though my own heart accufe me not, 
 Of walking in a falfe difguife, 
 
 I beg the trial of thine eyes. 
 
 4 Doth fecret mifchief lurk within ? 
 Do I indulge fome unknown II n ? 
 O turn my feet whene'er I dray, 
 And lead me in thy perfecl way, 
 
( 3*4 ) 
 
 HALM 139. FirflPart. Com. Metre, 
 
 God is every where. 
 
 3 IN all my vaft concerns with thee, 
 ■"■ In vain my foul would try 
 
 To (hun thy prefence Lord, or flee 
 The notice of thine eye. 
 
 £ Thy all furrounding fight furveys 
 My rifing and my reft, 
 My public walks, my private ways> 
 And fecrets of my bread. 
 
 g My thoughts lie open to the Lord 
 Before they're form'd within ; 
 And ere my lips pronounce the word, 
 He knows the fenfe I mean. 
 
 4 O wond'rous knowledge, deep and high ! 
 
 Where can a creature hide ? 
 Within thy circling arms I he, 
 Enclos'd on ev'ry fide. 
 
 X So let thy grace furround me flill, 
 And like a bulwark prove, 
 To guard my foul from ev'ry illj 
 Secur'd by lov 'reign love. 
 
 Pause. 
 6 Lord, where (hall guilty fouls retire 
 Forgotten and unknown ? 
 In hell they meet thy dreadful fire* 
 In heav'n thy glorious throne* 
 
 5 Should I fupprefs my vital breath 
 
 To 'fcape the wrath divine, 
 
( V5 ) 
 Thy voice WQulft break the bars of deatlij 
 And make the grave refign. 
 
 If wing'd with beams of morning light, 
 
 I fiy beyond the weft, 
 Thy hand, which rrtufl fupport my flighty 
 
 Would foon betray my reft. 
 
 If o'er my Ens I think to draw 
 
 The curtains of the night, 
 The flaming eyes that guard thy law 
 
 Would turn the {hades to light. 
 
 a The Beams of noon, the midnight hour* 
 
 Are bothalike to thee : 
 O may I ne'er provoke that pow ? r> 
 From which I. cannot flee. 
 
 5ALM i$n, Second Part.' Common Metr?; 
 
 The Wifdom ef God in the formation of Man. 
 
 WHEN I with pleaGng wonder (land 
 nd all my frame furvey, 
 Lord 'tis thy work, t own thy hand 
 Thus built my humble clay. 
 
 Thy hand my heart and reins pofleft, 
 
 Where unborn nature grew ; 
 Thy wifJomall my features trac'dj 
 
 And all my members drew. 
 
 Thine eye with niceft care furvey'd 
 
 The growth of ev'ry part ; 
 Till the whole fcheme thy thoughts had lai$ 
 
 Was copyM by thy art, 
 
 T 
 
( 3*6 ) 
 
 4 Heav'n, earth and Tea, and fire and wind, 
 
 Show me thy wond'rous fkill ; 
 But I review myfelf, and find 
 Diviner wonders Hill. 
 
 5 Thy avvfyl glories round me fhine, 
 
 My flefh proclaims thy praife ; 
 Lord, tc thy works of nature join 
 Thy miracles'of grace. 
 
 PSALM 139. Ver. 14, 17, 18. Third Part. C. iV 
 The mercies of God innumerable. 
 An Evening Pfalm. 
 I TT ORD, when I count thy mercies o'er, 
 jL_j They (hike me with furprife ; 
 Not allthefands that fpread the fhore, 
 To equal numbers rife. 
 
 a My fitfh with fear and wonder (lands, 
 The product oY thy fldll, 
 And hourly blemngs from thy hands 
 Thy thoughts of love reveal. 
 
 3 Thefe on my heart by night I keep ; 
 How kind, how dear to me ! 
 O may the hour that ends my ileep 
 Still find my thoughts with thee. 
 P S A L M 140. Common Metre. 
 1 "OROTECT us > Lord, from fatal harm ; 
 
 JL Behold our riling woes, 
 i We trull alone thy pow'rlul arm, 
 To fcatter all our foes. 
 
 £ Their tongue is like a poifon'd dart* 
 Th#ir thoughts are fuil of guile ; 
 
( 3*7 ) 
 
 While rage and carnage fwell their heart, 
 They wear a peaceful fmile. 
 
 O God of grace, thy guardian care, 
 
 When foes without invade, 
 Or fpread within a deeper fnare, 
 
 Supplies our conitant aid. 
 
 4 Let falfehood flee before thy face, 
 Thy heavenly truth extend, 
 
 And nations tafle thy heav'nly grace^ 
 And all delufionend. 
 
 With daily bread the poorfupply, 
 
 The caufe of juflice plead ; 
 And be thy church exalted high, 
 
 With Chriit the glorious head- 
 
 PSALM 141. Ver. 2,—S- Long Metre. 
 
 Watchfulnefs and Brotherly Love. 
 
 A Morning or Evening Pfalni. 
 
 5 Tt /T Y God, accept my early vows, 
 
 JVJL Like morning incenfe in thine houfe* 
 And let my nightly worfhip rife 
 Sweet as the evening facriftce. 
 
 % Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord^ 
 From ev'ry ram and heedlefs word ; 
 Nor let my feet incline to tread 
 The guilty path where iinners lead. . 
 
 3 O may the righteous, when I flray, 
 Smite and reprove my wand'ring way ! 
 Their gentle words like ointment fhed a 
 Shall never bruife, but cheer, my head* 
 
 T* 
 
( 5*3 ) 
 
 4 When I behold thera preft with gmfy 
 I'll cry to heav'n for their relii-i" ; 
 And by my warm petitions prove 
 How much I prize their faithful love. 
 
 PSALM 142. Common Metre. 
 God is the Hope of the He: ; 
 4 nrO God I made my forrow Vnowi;. 
 •J- From God I fought re' i :i ; 
 In long complaints before his l; 'one 
 I pour'd put alt my grief. 
 
 ^ My foul was overwhelm- d with woes, 
 My heart began to break ; 
 My God, who. all my feurdea knows., 
 Beholds the way I take* 
 
 3 On cv'ry fide, I cad rryne eye, 
 
 And found my helpers- gone, 
 While friends and Grangers pali me b^ 
 Neglecled or unknown. 
 
 4 Then did I raife a louder cry ; 
 
 And call'd thy mercy near, 
 te Thou art my portion when I die, 
 " B,e thou my refuge here. 
 
 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, 
 
 Now let thine ear attend, 
 An 1 make my foes, who vex me, kr.ov/ 
 I've an almighty Friend. 
 
 £ From my fad prifon fet me free. 
 Then mail I p raife thy name, 
 And holy men mall join with ;.. 
 3fhy kindnefj $0 proclaim. 
 
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 T J 3 A L M i 43. Long. Metre. 
 
 Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Bodjr. 
 
 1 T\/f Y righteous Judge, my gracious God, 
 *** Hear when I fpread my hands abroad.. 
 And err for fuccour from thy throne, 
 
 make thy truth and mercy known. 
 
 3 Let judgment not againfl me pafs ; 
 Behold thy fervant pleads thy grace ; 
 Should juflicecaU us to thy bar, 
 No man alive is guiltlefs there. 
 
 5 Look down in pity, Lord, and fee 
 The mighty woes that burthen me 5 
 Down to the duff my life is brought^ 
 Like one long bury'd and forgot. 
 
 ^ I dwell in darknefs and unfeen, 
 JVlys. heart is defolate within : 
 My thoughts in mufingfilence trace. 
 The ancient wonders of thy grace. 
 
 5 Thence I derive a glimpfe of hope 
 To bear my finking fpirits up ; 
 
 1 ftretch my hands to God again, 
 And third like parched lands for raio* 
 
 ^ For thee I thirft, I pray, I mourn ; 
 When will thy fmiling face return ? 
 Shall all my joys on earth remove, 
 And God forever hide his love ? 
 
 1 My God, thy long delay to fave, 
 
 Will Gnk thy prisoner to the grave ; 
 My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye £ 
 
 Make haile to help before I die. 
 
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 % The night is wjtnefs to my tears, 
 Diftreffing paius, dtflreflmg fears ; 
 
 might I hear thy morning voice, 
 How would my weary poWVs rejoice ! 
 
 9 In thee I truft, to thee I figh 
 And lift my weary foul on high ; 
 For thee fit waiting all the clay, 
 And wear, the tirefome hours away, 
 
 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and fhow* 
 The paths in which my feet fhould go ; 
 If fnares and foes befet the road, 
 
 1 flee to hide me near my God» 
 
 3 1 Teach me do thy holy will, 
 And lead me to thy heav'nly hill : 
 Let the good Spirit of thy love 
 Conducl me to thy courts above. 
 
 12 Then (hall my foul no more complain^ 
 The tempter then (hall rage in vain ; 
 And flefli that. was my foe before, 
 Shall never vex my fpirit more. 
 PSALM 144. Part I. Ver. 1, 2. Com. Metre, 
 
 Afidlance'and vielory in the fpiritual YVarfare. 
 2 In OR ever- bleifed be the Lord, 
 My Saviour and my (Lield ; 
 He fends his Spirit with his word, 
 To arm mc for the field 
 
 fin and hell their force unite, 
 makes my foul his care ; 
 jfia me ia the heav'nly fight, 
 .nd guards me thro' the war* " 
 
( 33" ) 
 <5 A friend and helper fo divine 
 iVly fainting hopes (hall raife ; 
 He makes. the glorious vicVry mine> 
 And his thai! be the praife. 
 
 PSALM 144. Part II. C. M. Ver. 3, 4,5, fe 
 The Vanity of Man, and the Condefceniion of God* 
 t 1 ORD, what is man, poor ictble man, 
 
 A^J Born of the earth at firft ? 
 
 His life a fliadow, light and vain, 
 Still haft'ning to the dufh 
 
 $ G what is feeble dying man, 
 Or all his finruj race. 
 
 That God fhould make it his Concern 
 To viut him with grace ! 
 
 5 That God who darts his lightnings down* 
 Who (hakes the worlds above, 
 What terrors wait his awfirl frown ! 
 How woad'roiis is his love ! 
 PSALM 144. Part Hi.. U'M: Ver. i2— ijr, 
 
 Grace above ricnes ; or, the happy Nation. 
 l 1LJAPPY the dry, wh^Q th-ir Ions 
 J. .1 Like pufars round a pafacd let, 
 Airi daughters br*-^ht as polidrd Hones 
 Give drength and beauty to the f:ate. 
 
 Happy the Farid in culture drefs'd 
 
 Whofe floc&s an.J corn have large increafs ; 
 
 Where men fccureiy work or red, 
 Nor fans of plunder break their peace. 
 
 g Happy the nation thus endow'd 
 J&u t in q r e d i y i n e 1 f b left a r e t h ofe , 
 T 4 
 
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 On whom the all-fufficient God 
 Himfclf with all his grace bellows. 
 
 P S A L M 145. Long Metre. 
 
 The greatnefs of God 
 i "\/fY God, ray King, thy various praife 
 JLVX Shall fill the remnant of my days j 
 Thy grace employ my humble tongue 
 Till death and glory raife the fong. 
 1 The wings of ev'ry hour fliall bear 
 Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; 
 And ev'ry fetting fun {hall fee 
 New works of duty done for thee. 
 
 5 Thy truth and juftice I'll proclaim ; 
 
 Thy bounty flows an endlefs ftream ; 
 
 Thy mercy fwift, thine anger (low, 
 
 But dreadful to the ftubborn foe. 
 4 Thy works with fov'reign glory fhine, 
 
 And fpeak thy Majefty divine ; 
 
 Let ev'ry realm with joy proclaim 
 
 The found and honour of thy name. 
 
 Let diflant times and nations raife 
 The long fucceifion of thy praife ; 
 And unborn ages make my fong 
 The joy and triumph of their tongue. 
 3 But who can fpeak thy wond'rous deeds, 
 Thy greatnefs all our thoughts exceeds ; 
 Vail and unfearchable thy ways ! 
 ^aft and immoital be thy praife ! 
 
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 PSALM 145. Ver. 1 — 7, n — 13, Part I.— CM. 
 TheGreatnefsofGod. 
 
 1 LONG as I live III blefs thy name, 
 
 My King, my God of love ; 
 My work and joy fhall be the fame, 
 In the bright world above. 
 
 2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown^ 
 
 And let his praife be great ; 
 
 I'll fing the honours of thy throne, 
 
 Thy works of grace repeat. 
 
 3 Thy grace fhall dwell upon my tongue 3 
 
 And while my lips rejoice, 
 The men that hear my facredfong 
 Shall join their cheerful voice. 
 
 4 Fathers to fons {hall teach thy name 
 
 And children learn, thy ways ; 
 Ages to come thy truth proclaim, 
 And nations found thy praife. 
 
 j Thy glorious deeds of ancient date 
 
 Shall. through the world be known ; • 
 Thine arm of pow'r, thy heavYJy itate 
 With public fplendor mown. 
 
 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands 
 Thy faints are rul'd by love; 
 Anl thine eietaal kingdom (lands, 
 
 Tho : rocks and hills remove. , 
 
 P S A L M 14c. Part II. C, M. Ver. 7, StcJ 
 
 TheGoodnefsofGod. 
 i CWEET is the n-.em'ry of thy g-?ce, 
 U Uf Gcd, my heav'nly KicgY 
 
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 Let age to age thy righteoufnefs 
 In founds of glory ling. 
 
 & God reigns on high, but ne'er confines 
 His goodnefs to the fkies ; 
 Through the whole earth his bounty ftjinee 
 And ev'ry want fupplies. 
 
 3 with longing eyts thy creatures wait 
 
 On thee for daily food, 
 Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, 
 And fills their mouths with good. 
 
 4 How kind are thy companions, Lord • 
 
 IJow flow thine anger moves ! 
 But foon he fends his pardoning word 
 To cheer the fouls he loves. 
 
 t Creatures with all their endlefs race, 
 Thy pow.'r and praife proclaim ; 
 But faints that tafle thy richer grace.* 
 Delight to blefs thy name. 
 
 PSALM 145. Ver. 14, 17, Sec. Part. III. C. M. 
 
 Mercy to Sufferers ; or, God hearing Prayer. 
 1 T £T ev'ry tongue thy goodnefs fpeak, 
 Thou fov 'reign Ldrd of all ; 
 Thy fhength'ning hands uphold the weak, 
 And raife the poor that fall. 
 
 1 When forrow bows the fpirit down, 
 Or virtue lies diflreft 
 Beneath feme proud oppreffor's frown, 
 Thou giv'fl the mourners red. 
 
2 
 
 { 335 ) 
 The Lordfupports our finking days* 
 
 And guides our giddy youth : 
 Holy and j ufl are all his ways, 
 
 And ali his words are truth. 
 
 He knows the pain his fervan ts feel^ 
 
 He hears his children cry ; 
 And their beft wifhes to fulfil. 
 
 His grace is ever nigh.. 
 
 His mercy never fhall remove 
 
 From men of heart fin cere ; 
 He faves the fouls, whefe humble love B 
 
 Is join'd with holy fear. 
 
 [His ftubborn foes his fword fhall flay 5 
 And pierce their hearts with pain ; 
 
 But none that ferve the Lord /hall fay x 
 " They fought his aid in vain."] 
 
 [My lips (hall dwell upon his praife> 
 
 And fpread his fame abroad 5 
 Let all thefons of Adam raiie 
 The honours of their God.] 
 
 PSALM. 14$. Long Metre. 
 Praife to God for his Goodnefs and Truth, 
 
 PRAISE ye the Lord, my heart mail jou%. 
 In work fo pleafant, fo divine ; 
 Now while the flefh is mine abode, 
 And when my foul afcends to God. 
 
 Praife {hall employ my noblefl -pow ? r* a 
 While immortality endures ; 
 My days of praife fhall ne'er be pafh 
 ^Jiile life^and ihQu§ht A and bei.?.g !a£-«^ 
 
( X* ) 
 
 Why flhould I make a man my truil I 
 Princes mud die and turn to dull ; 
 Their breath departs, their pomp and powV, 
 And thoughts all vanifh in an hour. 
 
 Happy the man, whofe hopes rely 
 On If'ral's God ; He made the fry, 
 And earth and feas, with ail their train, 
 And none mail find his promife vain. 
 
 His truth forever frauds fecure ; 
 He faves th' oppreft, he feeds the poor ;. 
 He fends the labYing confcience peace, 
 And grants the pris'ner fweet releafe. 
 
 The Lord to fight reflores. the blind ; 
 The Lord fupports the finking mind ; 
 He helps the Granger in diftrefs, 
 The widow and the fatherlefs. 
 He loves the faints, he knows them well ; 
 But turns the wicked down to hell : 
 Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; 
 Praife him in cverlafiing flrains. 
 
 PSALM 146.. As the 1.1th Pfalm. 
 Praife to God for hisGoodnefs and Truth, 
 
 I 'i L praife My Maker with my breath, 
 And when my voice is loft in death, 
 Praife (hall employ my nobler powers; 
 IVty days of praife fhall ne'er be paft, 
 While life, and thought, and being laft, 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
 Why fhould I make a man my trufl ? 
 Princes muft die and turn tv) dull £ 
 
( 347 ) 
 
 Vain i^ the help of flefh and bleed i 
 'Ttnir breath departs, their pomp and pow^r. 
 And thoughts all vanim in an hour, 
 
 Nor can they make their promife good. 
 
 § Happy the man, whofe hopes rely 
 ! On IfraTsGod : He made the fky, 
 
 And earth, and feas, with ail their train ! 
 His truth forever ltands fecure ; 
 He faves th' opprelt, he feeds the poor, 
 And none mall find his promife vain. 
 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind 
 The Lord fupports the finking mind 5 
 
 He fends the lab'ring conference peace ': 
 He helps the H ranger in diitrefs, 
 The widow and the fatherlefs, 
 
 And grants the pris'ner fvveet releafs, 
 
 e He loves his faints 3 he knows them well :_ 
 - But turns the wicked down to hell ; 
 Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns : 
 Let evVy tongue let ev'ry age, 
 In this exalted work engage ; 
 Piaife him in everlading (train?. 
 
 4 I'll praife him while he lends me breathy 
 And when my voice is loll in death, 
 
 Praife lhall employ my nobler pow'rs r 
 My days of praife mall ne'er be paft, 
 While lifr^and thought, and being la^ 
 
 Qi i:nnK>rtality endure^ 
 
( 3*3 ) 
 
 PSALM 147. Firft Part. Long Metre. 
 
 Tfje Divine Nature, Providence and Grace. 
 
 1 "TJR AISE ye the Lord ; 'tis good to raife. 
 JL Our hearts and voices in his praife : 
 His nature and his works invite 
 
 To make this duty our delight. 
 
 2 The Lord builds up Jerufalem, 
 And gathers nations to his name : 
 His mercy melts the flubborn foul, 
 And makes the broken fpirit whole. 
 
 3 He form'd the ftars, thofe heav'nly flames, 
 He counts their numbers, calls their names,^ 
 His fov'reign wifdom knows no bound, 
 
 A deep where alj our thoughts are drown'd*. 
 
 £ Great is the Lord, and great his might ; 
 And all his glories infinite : 
 He crowns the meek, rewards the juft, 
 And treads the wicked to the duft. 
 Pause. 
 
 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, 
 Who fpreads his cloud around the fky J- 
 There he prepares the fruitful rain, 
 Nor lets the drops defcend in vain* 
 
 6 He makes the grafs the hills adorn, 
 
 And clothes the fmiling fields with corn< ; 
 The beads with food his hands fupply, 
 And feeds the ravens when they cry. 
 
 7 What is the creature's fkill or farce, 
 The vig'rous man, the warlike horfe, 
 Thefprightly wit, the active limb ? 
 AH are too mean delights for him. 
 
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 ; 8 But fafnts are lovely in his Gght ; 
 He views his children with delight ; 
 He fees their hope, he knows their iear, 
 And finds and loves his image there. 
 PSALM 147. Second Part. Long Metre. 
 
 Summer and Winter. 
 1 T ET Zion praife the mighty God, 
 
 And make his honours known abroad ; 
 For Tweet the joy, our fongs to raife, 
 And glorious is the work of praife. 
 
 q. Our children live fecure and bleft ; 
 Our ihores have peace our cities reft ; 
 He feeds our fons with fineit wheat, 
 And adds his bleflings to their meat. 
 
 3 The changing feafons he ordains, 
 The early and the latter rains ; 
 
 His flakes of fnow like wool he fends, 
 And thus the fpringlng corn defends. 
 
 4 With hoary froft he flrews the ground ; 
 His haildefcehds with dreadful found ; 
 His icy bands the rivers hold, 
 
 And terror arms his wintry cold. 
 
 5 He bijs the warmer breezes blow, 
 The ice difiblve?, the waters flow, 
 
 . But he hath nobler works and ways. 
 To cali his people to his praife. 
 
 6 Thro' all our realm his laws are fhown 5 
 His gofpel thro' the nation known, 
 
 He hath not thus reveal'd his word 
 To ev'ry hind ; Praife ye the Lord* 
 
:i 
 
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 5ALM 147 Ver. 7—9, 13—18. C. Metre* 
 The feafon of rhe year. 
 i T TE7ITH fongs and honour founding loud, 
 Audrefs the Lord on high ; 
 Over the heav'ns he fpreads his cloud, 
 And waters veil the fky. 
 
 2 He fends his fhow'rs of bleffings down 
 
 To cheer the plains below ; 
 He makes the grafs \he mountains crown, 
 And corn in rallies grow. 
 
 3 He gives the grazing ox his meatj 
 
 He hears the ravens cry : 
 But man who tafles his finefl wheat 
 Should raife his honours high. 
 
 4 His fleady counfels change the face 
 
 Of the declining year ; 
 He bids the fun cut ffiort his race^ 
 And wintVy days appear. 
 
 5 His hoary froft; [iis fleecy fnoV^ 
 
 Defcend and clothe the ground J 
 The liquid il reams forbear to flow. 
 In icy fetters bound. 
 
 6 When from his dreadful florcs on high 
 
 He pours the founding hail, 
 The wretch that dares his Got! defy 
 Shall find his courage fail. 
 
 He fen s his word and melts the fuow, 
 
 The fields no longer mourn ; 
 He calls the warmer gales to blow, 
 
 And bids the fpring return. 
 
( 34* ) 
 
 The changing wind, the flying cloud. 
 
 Obey his mighty word : 
 With fongs and honours founding loud, 
 
 Praife ye the fov'reign Lord. 
 
 PSALM 148. Proper Metfe, 
 Praife to God from all Creatures. 
 I ; *V7"E tribes of Adam, join 
 
 X With heav'n, and earth, and feas >. 
 And offer notes divine 
 To your Creator's praife, 
 Ye holy throng, 
 Of angels bright 
 In worlds of light 
 Begin the fong. 
 
 Thou fun with dazzling rays, 
 And moon that rules the night, 
 Shine to your Maker's praife, 
 With ftars of twinkling light. 
 
 His pow'r declare, 
 
 Ye floods on high, 
 
 And clouds that fly 
 
 In empty air. 
 
 The (Lining worlds above 
 In glorious order fland, 
 Or in fwift courfes move, 
 By his fupreme command. 
 
 Hefpake the word, 
 
 And all their frame 
 
 From nothing came 
 
 1> praife the Lord. 
 
( .34* ) 
 
 4 He mov'd their mighty wheels 
 In uoknown ages paft, 
 
 And each his word fulfils. 
 While time and nature laft. 
 In difl 'rent ways 
 His works proclaim 
 His wond'rcus name, 
 And fpeak his praife. 
 
 P A V S EV. 
 
 5 Let all the earth-born race, 
 And mongers of the deep, 
 The fifh that cleaves the feas>> 
 Or in their bolbm deep; 
 
 From fea to fhore 
 Their tribute pay, 
 And ftill difplay 
 Their Maker's pow'r. 
 
 € Ye vapours, hail, and fnowy 
 Praife ye th' Almighty Lord, 
 And ftormy winds that blow 
 To execute his word. 
 
 When lightnings fhine 
 
 Or thunders roar, 
 
 Let earth adore 
 
 His hand divine. 
 
 7 Ye mountains near the Ikies, 
 With lofty cedars there, 
 And trees of humbler fize 
 That fruit in plenty bear ;. 
 
( M > 
 
 Bean's wild and tame, 
 B irds, flies and worms,. 
 In various forms 
 Exalt his name. 
 
 $ Ye kings and judges, fear 
 The Lord the fov'reign King ; 
 And while you rule us here, 
 His heav'nly honours fing : 
 
 Nor let the dream 
 
 Of pow'r and ftate 
 
 Make you forget 
 
 His pow'r fuprenie. 
 
 $/ Virgins and youths engage 
 To found his 1 praife divine*. 
 While infancy and age 
 Their feeble voices join : 
 
 Wide as he reigns 
 
 His name be fung 
 
 By ev'ry tongue 
 
 In endlefs {trains. 
 
 BO Let all the nations fear 
 The God that rules above 5 
 He brings his people near, 
 And makes them tafte his love: 
 
 While earth and fky 
 
 Attempt his praife. 
 
 His faints (hall rai(e 
 
 His honours high. 
 
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 J S A L M 148. Paraphrafed. Long Metre. 
 
 Univerfal Praife to God. 
 X T OUD Hallelujahs to the Lord, 
 
 J j From diftant worlds where creatures dwell *•: 
 
 Let heav'n begin the folemn word, 
 And found it dreadful down to hell. 
 
 Note. This Pfalin may be fung to the Tune of the 
 old i!2th or 127th Pfalm, ifthefe two Lines, 
 be added to every Stanza, (viz.) 
 
 Each of his works his name difplays, 
 But they can ne'er complete the praife. 
 [Otherwife it mult be fung to the ufua^ 
 Tunes of the Long Metre. 
 
 % The Lord, how abfolute he reigns> 
 Let ev'ry angel bend the knee ; 
 Sing of his love in heav'nly firains, 
 And fpeak how fierce his terror* be.. 
 
 3 High on a throne his glories dwell, 
 An awful throne of fhining blifs : 
 Fly thro' the world, O-fun, and telV 
 How dark thy beams compar'J to his. 
 
 4 Awake ye tempefls and his fame, 
 In founds of dreadful praife declare ; 
 Let the fweet whifper of his name. 
 Fill ev'ry gentler breeze of air. 
 
 5 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree> 
 To join their praife with blazing fire ; 
 Let the firm earth an rolling fea 
 
 la this eternal fong confpire. 
 
( 3+Jr ) 
 
 6 Ye flow'ry plains proclaim his fkill ; 
 Ye vallies link before his eye ; 
 And let his praife from ev'ry hill 
 Rife tuneful to the neighboring flcy. 
 
 7 Ye ftubborn oaks> and (lately pines, 
 Bend your high branches and adore : 
 Praife him, ye beads, in difPrent (trains ; 
 The lamb mull bleat, the lion roar. 
 
 8 Ye birds, his praife muft be your theme, 
 Who form'd to fong your tuneful voice ; 
 While the dumb fifh that cut theftreara 
 In his protecting care rejoice. 
 
 9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, 
 When nature all around you rings ? 
 Oh for a fhout from old and young, 
 From humble fwains and lofty kings } 
 
 20 Wide as his vaft dominion lies, 
 Make the Creator's name be known ; 
 Loud as his thunder fhout his praife, 
 And found it lofty as his throne. 
 
 1 1 Jehovah ! 'tis a glorious word ! 
 Oh may it dwell on ev'ry tongue ! 
 But faints who belt have known the Lord, 
 Are bound to raife the nobleft fong. 
 
 . \z Speak of the wonders of that love 
 Waich Gabriel plays on ev'ry chord: 
 From all below, and all above, 
 Sing HaUelujah'i to the Lord. 
 
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 V S A L M 148. Short Metre. 
 Univerfal Praife. 
 t T ET evVy creature join 
 X-i To praife th' eternal God ; 
 Yc heav'nly hoft the fong begin, 
 And found his name abroad. 
 
 a Thou fun with golden beams, 
 Aad moon with paler rays, 
 Ye (tarry lights, ye twinkling flames, 
 Shine to your Maker's praife. 
 
 3 He built thofe worlds above, 
 
 And fix'd their wond'rous frame ; 
 By his command they ftand or move, 
 And ever fpeak his name. 
 
 4 Ye vapours, when ye rife, 
 
 Or fall in fhow'rs or fnow, 
 Ye thunders murm'ring round the fkies, 
 His pow'rand glory (how. 
 
 5 Wind, hail, and flafliing fire, 
 
 Agree to praife the Lord, 
 When ye in dreadful ftorms confpire 
 To execute his word. 
 
 6 By all his worlds above 
 
 His honours be exprefl ; 
 But faints that tafle his favinglove 
 Should ling his praifts heft. 
 
 Pause Firft. 
 *j Let earth and ocean know 
 
 They owe then* Maker praife : 
 Praife him ye wat'ry wciks below, 
 And moufRers of the feas. 
 
( 347 ) 
 
 8 From mountains near the fky, 
 
 Let his high praife refound, 
 From humble fhrubs and cedars higti^. 
 And vales and fields around. 
 
 9 Ye lions of the wood, 
 
 nd tamer beails that graze^ 
 Ye live upon his daily food, 
 And he expects jour praife. 
 
 IP Ye birds of lofty wing, 
 
 On high his praifes bear ; 
 Or fit on fiovv'ry boughs and fing' 
 Your Maker's glory there. 
 
 11 Ye reptile myriads join, 
 
 T' exalt his glorious name, 
 And flies in beaut'ous forms that fhiae^ 
 His wond'rous fkill proclaim. 
 
 12 By all the earth-born race, 
 
 His honours be exprefs'd, 
 But faints that know his- heav'nly grace^ 
 Should le^rn to praife him beft. 
 
 Pause Second*. 
 
 13 Monarchs of wide command, 
 
 Praife -ye th' eternal King ; 
 Judges, adore that fov'reign hanaV 
 Whence all your honours tyring. 
 
 14 Letvig'rous youth engage 
 
 To lound his praifes high j 
 While growing babes and withering age j. 
 Their, feebler vc-ices try. 
 
( a+8 > 
 
 15 United zeal be fhown 
 
 His wond'rous fame to raife ; 
 God is the Lord ; his name alone 
 Deferves our endlefs praife. 
 
 16 Let nature join with art, 
 
 And all pronounce him blefl j 
 But faints that dwell fo near his heart 
 Should Gng his praife s beft. 
 PSALM 149. Common Metre. 
 Praife God, all his Saints ; or, the Saints judging 
 
 the World, 
 x \ LL ye that love the Lord, rejoice, 
 Jl\ And let your fongs be new ; 
 Amidft the church with cheerful voice 
 His later wonders fhow. 
 
 2 The Jews, the people of his grace, 
 
 Shall their Redeemer fing ; 
 And Gentile nations join the praife, 
 While Zion owns her King. 
 
 3 The Lord takes pleafure in the juft j 
 
 Whom finners treat with fcorn ; 
 The meek t'nat lies defpis'd in duft 
 Salvation fhall adorn. 
 
 4~Saints fhould be joyful in their king, 
 E'en on a dying bed ; 
 And like the fouls in glory fing, 
 For God fhall raife the dead. 
 
 5 Then his high praife fhall fill their tongues, 
 Their hand fhall wield the fword ; 
 And veng'ance fhall attend their fop£s, 
 'J'he veng'ance of the Lord. 
 
( S49 ) 
 
 6 When Chriil his judgment- feat afcends, 
 
 And bids the world appear, 
 Thrones are prepar'd for all his friends 
 Who humbly lov'd him here. 
 
 7 Then fhall they rule with iron-rod 
 
 Nations that dar'd rebel ; 
 And join the fentence of their God* 
 On tyrants doom'd to hell. 
 
 S The royal doners, bound in chains, 
 New triumph fhall afford : 
 Such honour for the faints remains : 
 Praife ye and love the Lord. 
 
 PSALM 150. Ver. 1,2, 6. Common Metre. 
 A Song of Praife. 
 
 1 I N Go^'s own houfe pronounce his praife, 
 •* His grace he there reveals ;, 
 
 To heav'n your joy and wonder raife^ 
 For there his glory dwells. 
 
 2 Let all your facred pafliens move, 
 
 While you rehearfe his deeds ; 
 But the great work of faving love 
 Your higheft praife exceeds, 
 
 I All that have motion, life and breath, 
 Proclaim your. Maker blefr ;. 
 Ytt when my voice expires in death^ 
 My foul /hall praife him beft. 
 
( $& ) 
 The CHRISTIAN DOXOLOGY. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 
 •pO God the Father, Go:! the Son, 
 And God the Spirit three in one, 
 Be honour, praife, and glory giv'n 
 By all on eanh, and all in heav'n. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 T ET God the Father, and the Son, 
 
 And Spirit be ador'd, 
 Where there are works to make him known, 
 Or faints to love the Lord. 
 
 Common Metre, 
 where the Tune includes two Stanzas. 
 
 i HTHE God of mercy be ador'd, 
 
 Who calls our fouls from ueath, 
 Who faves by his redeeming word, 
 And new -creating breath. 
 1 To praife the Father and the Son, 
 And Spirit all-divine, 
 The one in three, and three in one,. 
 Let Saints and angels join. 
 
 Short Metre. 
 
 V"E angels round the throne, 
 
 And faints that dwell below, 
 Worfhip the Father, praife the Son, 
 Aadblefs the Spirit toov 
 
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 As the 113th Pfalm. 
 V OW to the great and (acred Three, 
 ^ The Father, Son, and Spirit be 
 Eternal praife and glory giv'n, 
 Thro* all the worlds where Go!l is known, 
 By all the angels near the throne, 
 And all the faints in earth and heav'n. 
 
 As the 148th Pfalm. 
 
 •yO God the Father's throne 
 Perpetual honours raife ; 
 Glory to God the Son, 
 To God the Spirit praife : 
 With all our pow'rs, 
 Eternal King, 
 Thy name we fing, 
 While faith adores. 
 
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