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//' is acknowledged .■'• the beft judges if 
 the (acred text^ that the Book of Pfalms, in 
 rigir.al drefi, \r a collection of the mojl eh 
 and fubtittte coinpofxtions that are to be found in 
 any language ; and it has been often lament-: I 
 fc > much of the piety, dignity and poetic excellent* 
 of the original^ has been loft in all the attempts 
 that have been 'jet made, to give us a literal tra-f- 
 lailon of it in Engiijh verfe. Many Christians 
 have clfo -wiped to fee the fuhfance of this ex- 
 cellent collection cloathed ;n language more adapted 
 to the brighter discoveries of the go'fpe', arid the 
 ftate of the Chr'tftian worfhtp) that they may he Jung 
 yith underft anding and devotion, an.l thereby con- 
 tribute to the elevation and improvement of the 
 thrift i 'an temper. This has been happily executed 
 by the learned and pious Dr. Watts ; and the Pfalms 
 which he omitted have been fuppiied Ly Mr. Bar- 
 low, nearly in the fame fpirit and ftile, and af 
 local references t -which ivere found in Dr. Watts' 
 Imitation, have been carefully altered, fo as to 
 render the comHofxlion better adapted to the cir- 
 cumftauces ofCbrijfiaus in every country. 
 
T H E 
 
 P S A L M S of D A V I D, 
 
 Imitated in the Language of the 
 NEW TESTAMENT. 
 
 PSALM I. Common Metre. 
 The ivay and end of the righteous and. the wicked. 
 
 i "OLESS'D is the man who ihuns the place 
 J3 Where Tinners love 'to meet; 
 Who fears to tread their wicked ways, 
 And hates the {coffer's feat. 
 2 But in the ftatutes o£ the Lord, 
 Has placed his chief delight ; 
 By day he reads or hears the word, 
 t And meditates by night. 
 [3 He like a plant of gen'rous kind 
 By living waters fet, 
 Safe from the ftorms and blafting wind, 
 Enjoys a peaceful itate.} 
 
 4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair, 
 
 Shall his profeffion mine ; 
 
 While fruits of holinefs appear 
 
 Like chillers on the vine. 
 
 5 Not fo th' impious and unjuft : 
 
 What vain defigns they form ! 
 Their hopes ate blown away like duff, 
 Or chaff, before the ftorro. 
 
 6 Sinners in judgment fliall not Hand 
 
 Among thefons of grace, 
 When Chrift, the judge, at hrs right hand 
 Appoints his faints a place. 
 
 7 His eye beholds the path they tread, 
 
 Bis heart approves it w«U ; 
 
4 PSALMS. 
 
 But erooked ways of Tinners lead 
 Down to the gates of hell. 
 
 PSALM I. Short Metre. 
 The faint happy % the [inner miferable. 
 t 'THE man is ever blefs'd 
 
 Who fhuns the Tinner's ways, 
 
 Among their counfels never ftands, 
 
 Nor takes the Tcornei's place, 
 
 2 But makes the law of God 
 
 His Trudy and delight, 
 Anndfr. the labours of thedav, 
 And watches of the night. 
 
 3 He like a tree lhall thrive, 
 
 With waters near the root : 
 Frcih as the leaf his name {hall live, 
 His works are heavenly fruit. 
 
 4 Not To th' ungodly race, 
 
 They no fuch blelfingfir.d : 
 Their hopes fhall flee like empty chaff 
 Before the driving wind. 
 
 5 How will they bear to ftand 
 
 Before that judgment-feat, 
 Where all the faints at Chriit's right hand 
 In full afTembly meet' 
 
 6 He knows and he approves, 
 
 The way the righteous go; 
 But finners, and their works, mall meet 
 A dreadful overthrow. 
 
 PSALM I. Long Metre. 
 
 The difference bctiveer. the righteous and the 
 
 micked. 
 
 i l^APPY the man, whole cautious feet 
 
 Shun the broad way that finner.s go, 
 
 Who hates the place where Atheifts meet. 
 
 And fears r o talk as feeders do. 
 
PSALMS, 
 
 2 lie loves t' employ his morning light 
 
 A'.iiongfc the ftatutes of the Lord ; 
 And fpends the wakeful hoars of night 
 "With pleafure pondering o'er the word. 
 
 3 He, like a plant by gentle dreams, 
 
 Shall flourifh in immortal green ; 
 And Heaven will mine with kindeit beams 
 On ev'ry work his hands begin, 
 
 4 But finners find their counfels crofs'd ; 
 
 As chaff before the tempeft flies, 
 So mall their hopes be blown and loft, 
 "When the lafc trumpet fhakes the flues. 
 
 5 In vain the rebel feeks to ftand 
 
 In judgment with the pious race; 
 The dreadful Judge, with ftern command, 
 Divides him to a different place. 
 
 6 u Strait is the "way my faints have trode, 
 
 " Iblefs'd the path, and drew it plain, 
 " But you would chafe the crooked road ; 
 
 P S A L M II. Short Metre. 
 
 Tranflated according to the divine pattern- 
 
 Acts iv. 24, ire. 
 
 Cbrift dying, riftng, interceding) and reigning. 
 
 [i JyJAKER and fov'reign Lord 
 
 Ofheav'n, and earth, and feas, 
 Thy providence confirms thy word, 
 And anfwers thy decrees. 
 
 2 The things fb long foretold 
 
 By David, aie fulfilled, 
 When Jews and Gentiles join to flay 
 Jefus, thine holy child.] 
 
 3 Y/hy did the Gentiles rage, 
 
 And Jews with one accord, 
 
 Bend all their counfels to deftroy 
 
 Th' Anointed of the Lord ? 
 
6 PSALMS, 
 
 4 Rulers and kings agree 
 
 To form a vain defign ; 
 Againfr. the Lord their pow'rs unite, 
 Againft his Chrirt they join. 
 
 5 The Lord derides their rage, 
 
 And will fupport his throne ; 
 He that hath vais'd him from uie dead 
 Hath own'd him for his Son. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 Now he's afcended high, 
 
 To rule the fubjeft earth ; 
 The merit of his blood he plead., 
 And pleads hi 3 heav'nly birth. 
 
 7 Beneath his fov'reignfway 
 
 The Gentile nations bend : 
 Far as the world';,, re moteft bounds 
 
 His kingdom (hall eV-tend. 
 S The nations that rebel 
 
 Muft feel his iron rod y 
 He'll vtddicate tho'e honours well 
 
 Which he received from God. 
 [9 Be wife, ye rulers now 
 
 And worfhip at his th-rone ; 
 With trembling joy, ye people, bow 
 
 To God's anointed Son. 
 10 If once his wrath ari r e, 
 
 Ye perifh on the place : 
 Then blerled is the foul that flies 
 
 Tor refuge to his grace.] 
 
 PSALM II. Common Metre- 
 
 THY did the nations join tc fifty 
 TM Lord's anointed Son? 
 they caft his laws away, 
 And tread his gofpod down? 
 
PSA L I» S. 7 
 
 2 The Lard, that fits above the fkies, 
 
 Derides their rage below, 
 He fpeaks with vengeance in his eves, 
 And ft rises their fpirits through^ 
 
 3 " I call him my eternal Son, 
 
 " And raife him from the dead; 
 " I make my holy hill his throne, 
 " And wide his kingdo.m fpread. 
 
 4 " Aik me, my Son, and then enjoy 
 
 " The utmoft heathen lands ! 
 " Thv rod of iron ihaH deftroy 
 u The rebel that withftands." 
 
 5 Be wife, ye rulers of the earth, 
 
 Obey th' anointed Lord ; 
 Adore the king cf heavenly birth, 
 And tremble at his word. 
 
 6 With humble love addrefs his throne ; 
 
 For if he frowns ye die ; 
 Thofe are fecure, and thofe alone, 
 Who on his grace rely. 
 
 P S A L M II. Long Metre. 
 GhrtjPs death , refurrefbion^ and afeenfizn . 
 
 i \XfHY did the Jews proclaim their rage ? 
 
 The Romans why their fworas employ 
 Againft the Lord? their powers engage 
 His dear Anointed to deftroy? 
 
 2 <* Come, let us break his bands, they fay J 
 
 il This man mall never give us laivs t" 
 And thu3 they cail his yoke away, ' 
 And nail'd the monarch to the crofs. 
 
 3 But God, who high in glory reigns, 
 
 Laughs at their pride, their rage coatrouh; 
 He'll fmite their heart with inward pains, 
 And fpeak in thunder to their fouls. 
 
 4 " I will maintain the King I made 
 
 " On Zion's everlaitiug hill* 
 
8 PSALMS. 
 
 *• My band fhall bring him from the dead, 
 " And he ihall iland your Sovereign Hill/"' 
 [5 His wond'rous rifing from the earth 
 Makes his eternal Godhead known; 
 The Lord declares his heav'nly birth : 
 " This day have I begot my Son. 
 
 6 " Afcend, my Son, to my right hand, 
 
 " There thou fhalt afk and I beftow 
 " The utmoft bounds of heathen lands ; 
 
 " To thee their fappHant tribes (hall bow. "J ] 
 
 7 Cut nations that refift his grace 
 
 Shall fall beneath his lifted rod ; 
 }I is arms <haH crolh th' impious race 
 That dare provoke th' avenging God. 
 p a u s 1. 
 
 8 Now ye that fit on earthly thrones, 
 
 Be wife, and ferve the Lord, the Lamb ; 
 Nov/ to his feet fubmit your crowns, 
 Rejoice zed trymble air his name. 
 
 9 With humble love addrefs the Son, 
 
 Left he grow wjgry, and ye die ; 
 
 His wrath will burn to worids unknown, 
 
 His love gives life above the fky. 
 
 id His {iovr t <z (hall quell the ftubborn foe, 
 
 And fink his honour in the duft : 
 
 Happy fhe (puis their G >d that know, 
 
 And make his grace their only truil. 
 
 P S A L M IJI. Common Metre. 
 
 Doubts md fears fttpprt fed ; or, God our defence 
 
 from fm and S.itan. 
 
 1 ]yjY God, how many are my fears t 
 
 How fart my foes increafe ! 
 \J<>nfpiring my eternal death, 
 They break my prefent peace. 
 
 2 The lying tempter would perfuade 
 
 Thc-e'r no relief in Beav'rij 
 
PSALMS. 9 
 
 And all my growing fins appear 
 Too great to be forgiv'n. 
 
 3 But thou, my glory, and my ftrengtb, 
 Shalt on the tempter tread, 
 Shalt filence all my threatening guilt, 
 And raife my drooping head. 
 
 [4 I cry'd, and from his holy hill 
 He bow'd a lift'ning ear; 
 I call'd, my Father, and my God, 
 And he fabdu'd my fear. 
 
 5 He fned foft {lumbers on mine eyes, 
 
 In ipite of all my foes ; 
 I woke, and wonder'd at the grace 
 Thai: guarded tnyre^oie-l 
 
 6 What though the hofts of Death and Hell, 
 
 All arm'd againft me flood ; 
 Terrors no more (hall ihaks my foul, 
 My refuge is my God. 
 
 7 Ariie, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, 
 
 While I thy glory fing : 
 My God has brok« the ferpent's teeth, 
 An^ Death has loft his {ting. 
 
 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, 
 
 His arm alone can fave : 
 Bleliing attend thy people here, 
 And reach beyond the grave. 
 
 PSALM III. ver. i, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, Long Metre. 
 A morning pfalm. 
 
 1 Q LORD, how many are my foes 
 
 In this weak ftate of flefh and blood I 
 My peace they daily difcompofe ; 
 But my deter.-ce and hope is God. 
 
 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the dav, 
 
 To thee I rais'd an evening crv; 
 A -2 
 
10 PSALMS. 
 
 Thou hcard'ft "when I be^an to pra", 
 And rhine Almighty help was oigii. 
 
 3 Supported by thine heav\.!y aid. 
 
 I laid me down, and fiept fecure ; 
 Not death fna'tl make my.heart afraic^ 
 Though I ihould wake and rife no more. 
 
 4 But God fufiJtn'd me all the night ; 
 
 Salvation doth to God belong, 
 He raised my head to fee the lig'it, 
 
 And makes his praife my mcrnirg fong. 
 
 PSALM IV. ver. i, 2, 3, 4, 5,6, 7- Long Metre. 
 
 Hearing of prayer ; or, Cod cur portion, una 
 Ciitij] our hope. 
 
 1 Q God of grace and righteou'he.lf, 
 
 Hear and attend when I complain 5 
 Thou haft enlarged me in diftrcfs. 
 Bow down a gracious ear again. 
 
 2 Ye Tons of men, in vain ye try 
 
 To turn rny glory into lhame •• 
 How long will fcoffers love to lie, 
 
 And dare reproach my Saviour's name. 
 
 3 Know that the Lord divides his faints 
 
 From all the tribes of men befide : 
 He hears and pities their complaints, 
 For the dear fake of Chrift that died. 
 
 4 V/hen our obedient hands have dene 
 
 A thoufand works cf righteoufnefs, 
 We put our trull in God alone, 
 And glory in thy pard'ning grace. 
 
 5 Let the unthinking many fay, 
 
 u Who will beftow fome earthly good ?" 
 But, Lord, thy light and love we pray ; 
 Our fouls defire this heav'nly food. 
 
 6 Then fhall my chearfu! pow'rs rejoice 
 
 At grace divine, and love fo great, 
 
PSALMS. I C 
 
 Nor will I change my happy choice, 
 For all their wealth and boafted ilate. 
 
 PSALM IV. ver. .3, 4, 5, 8. Common Metre. 
 
 An evening pf.i!;n. 
 
 >i J^O RD, thou wilt hear me when I pray : 
 I am for e ver thine ; 
 I fear before thee all the day, 
 Nor would I dare to f n. 
 
 2 And w'iile I reft my weary head, 
 
 From caves and buiinefs free, 
 
 }r Th fweet con ve rung en m/ bed 
 
 With my onn heart and : tfiee. 
 
 3 I pay this ever/mg facrifice ; 
 
 And when my work is done, 
 Great God, my faith and hope relies 
 Upon thy grace alone. 
 
 4 .Thus, with roy thoughts compos'd to peace, 
 
 Vl\ g'.ve mine eyes to ileep ; 
 
 Thy hand in iafety keeps my tia>s, 
 
 And Will my {lumbers keep. 
 
 PSALM V. Common Me c- 
 For the. Lord's day f^orning, 
 
 i LORD, in the morning thou faalt hear 
 My voice a'cending blgl" ; 
 To thee will I dire A my prayer, 
 To thee lift up mine eye. 
 2 Up to the hi lis where Chriit is gone 
 Fo plead ft* all his faint?, 
 Prefeatingj at hU Father's throne, 
 Our tongs and our complaints. 
 S Thau art a God before whofe fight 
 The wicked lhall not ftand ; 
 Sinners fhall ne'er be thy delight, 
 Nor dwell at thy right hand. 
 
12 PSALMS. 
 
 4 But to thy houfe will I refort 
 
 To tafte thy mercies there ; 
 I will frequent thine holy court. 
 And worfhip in thy fear. 
 
 5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet 
 
 In ways of righteoufnefs ; 
 Make every path of duty ftraight, 
 And plain before my face. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 My watchful enemies combine 
 
 To tempt my feet attray ; 
 They flatter with a bafe defign 
 To make my foul their prey. 
 
 7 Lord, crum the ferpent in the duft, 
 
 And all his plots deftroy ; 
 While thofe that in thy mercy trufi, 
 For everihout for joy. 
 
 8 The men that love and fear thy name, 
 
 Shall fee their hopes fulfill' d ; 
 The mighty God will compafs them, 
 With favour, as a mield. 
 
 PSALM VI. Commoa Metrti. 
 
 Complaint hi Jickxefs ; or, Difenfes I 
 
 i JN anger, Lord, do not chaftife; 
 Withdraw the dreadful ftorrn, 
 Nor let thine awful wrath ariie 
 Againft a feeble worm. 
 
 2 My foul bow'd down with heavy cares, 
 
 My fiefh with pain opprefs'd, 
 My couch is witnefs to my tears, 
 My tears forbid my reft. 
 
 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days •- 
 
 I wafte the night with cries, 
 And count the minutes as they pafs, 
 'Till the flow morning rife. 
 
P S A L M S. IJ 
 
 4 Shall I be ftill tormented more ? 
 
 My eyes confimYd with grief? 
 How long, my God, how long,, before 
 Thine hand affords relief ? 
 
 5 He hears his mourning children fpea£ > 
 
 He pities all our groans, 
 He faves us for his mercy's fake, 
 And heals our broken bones. 
 
 6 The virtue of his fov'reign word 
 
 Reftores our fainting breath ; 
 For iilent graves praife not the Lord, 
 Nor is he known in death. 
 
 PSALM VI. Long Metre. 
 
 Temptations in ficknefs overcome, 
 
 2 L ORD 5 X canfuifer thy rebukes, 
 
 When thou with kindnefs doth chaflife 5 
 But thy fierce wrath I cannot hear, 
 O let it not againft me rife. 
 
 2 Pity my languifhing eftate, 
 
 And eafe the forrows that I feel ; 
 The wounds thine heavy baud hath made, 
 O let thy gentler touches heal ! 
 
 3 See how in nghs I pafs my days, 
 
 And wafte in groans the weary night: 
 My bed is watered with my tears; 
 My grief confivmes and dims my fight, 
 
 4 Look how the powers of nature move ! 
 
 How long, almighty 0od, how long? 
 When ihall thine hour of grace return? 
 When ihall I make thy grace my fong? 
 
 5 I feel my fleih fo near the grave 
 
 My thoughts are tempted to defpair-* 
 But graves can never praife the Lord 
 For all is duft and filence there. ' 
 
1 -: • P S A L M S*. 
 
 6 depart, ve tempters, from my feu.?, 
 
 ^nd all defpaiting thoughts depart: 
 rod -vho hears t&y humble moan, 
 
 Villeafe my fiefh, and chear my lieart. 
 
 P S A L M VII. Common Metre. 
 
 irod'j tare o/.iis peeple, ani pun-jlment offer- 
 
 fit tutors'. 
 
 ■i *\/[Y c/jiV is iri :n ■ heavily friend, 
 My hope in thee, my God : 
 Ri%, and my helpleis life defend 
 From thofe that feek my blood. 
 2 With in faience and fury they 
 My foul in pieces tear, 
 As hungry ibos rend the prey 
 When no deliverer's near. 
 ,<$ it c'e: my pnkfc provok'd them livir, 
 Or once abused my foe. 
 Then let them tread m life toduft, 
 And lay my honour low. 
 
 4 If ^:!ere be malice feuid in me, 
 
 DW thy piercing eves ; 
 I mould not da -e appeal to thee. 
 Nor a& my God to rj e. 
 
 5 An >, my God, lift np thy hand, 
 
 Their p-ide and power contror.J ; 
 Awafe to judgment and command 
 DeUv'cauce for my foul. 
 
 P A U J E. 
 
 "f6 Let miners and their wicked rage 
 Be humbled to the duff ; 
 Shall no; t\fl& God of trnth engape 
 To vindicate the ■ 
 
 7 He know- the heart, he tries the rfcins, 
 He will defend th/ upright : 
 
«i; ILarpeft arrows he ordains 
 
 Againft the fons of •pight. 
 
 ■ u '-' e 
 
 „i leagued hi guile, their malice fpread 
 A-nare before m-y v/av, 
 Their mifchiefs on tlreVr impious head- 
 His vengeance {hall repay.] 
 j 9- That cruel perfccutiug race 
 
 Maft feel his dreadful fword : 
 Awake, my foul, and prai.'e the grace 
 And j uiiiee of tne Lc rd . 
 
 P3AI,M VIII. Short Metre. 
 
 Gol's fi-vereignty &hd goi>d?ieJ)\ and man's dsim< 
 
 nion over the creatures. 
 
 1 LORD, cur heav'nly king, . 
 Thy name is ali divine ; 
 Thy glories round the earth are fpread 
 And o'er the Leav'ns they mine. 
 2 -When to thy works on high 
 I raife my wondering eyes. 
 And fee the moon complete in light, 
 Adorn the darkforne fkies: 
 $ J- When I farvey the frars, . 
 
 And ali their . mining forms, . 
 Lord, what is man, that worthlefs thing 
 A-kin to duft and worms ? 
 • Lord, what is worthlefs man, 
 That thou fhould love him fo ? 
 Next to- thine angels he is plac'd 
 And lord of all below. ? 
 
 Thine honours crown his head, 
 While beafh, like fkves, ebev, 
 
 . ^" d j? that cut th * air with wings, 
 And fife that cleave the fea. 
 
 How rich thy bounties are 
 And wond'rous arc thy ways : 
 
i6 
 
 P.SMMS. 
 
 Of duft and worms thy power can frame 
 
 A monument of praife. 
 [7 From mouths of feeble babes 
 
 And fucklings thou cant! draw 
 Surprifing honors to thy name, 
 
 And ftrike She world with awe. 
 8 O Lord, our heav'nly king, 
 
 Thy name is all divine : 
 Thy glories round the earth are fpjread, 
 
 And o'er the heav'ns they mine.] 
 
 P S A I. M VIII. Common Metre. 
 
 Chy'iji's coiuicfcerjxor. and glorification ; or, God 
 tnaie man. 
 
 1 Q LORD, our Lord, how wond'rous great 
 Is thine exalted name \ 
 The glories of thy heav'nly (late 
 Let men and babes proclaim. 
 .2. When I heboid thy works on high, 
 The moon that rules the night. 
 And Alining lrars that grace the iky, 
 Thofe moving worlds of light, 
 
 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, 
 
 Who dwells fo far below, 
 That thou mould'it vifit him with grace, 
 And love his nature fo ■ 
 
 4 That thine eternal Son frould bear 
 
 To take a mortal form, 
 IVIade lower than his angels are, 
 
 To lave a dying worm. 
 5 Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown, 
 
 And men would not adore, 
 Behold obedient nature own 
 
 His Godhead and his pow'r. 
 The waves lay fpread beneath his feet, 
 
 And fi!h, at his command, 
 
PSALMS. 17 
 
 Bring their large moals to Peter's Het, 
 Bring tribute his hand. 
 
 7 Thefe lefler glories of the Son 
 
 Shone through the fle/hly cloud ; 
 Kow we behold him on his throne, 
 And men confefs him God.] 
 
 8 Let him with majefty be crown'd, 
 
 Who bow'd his head to death j 
 And his eternal honours {bund, 
 From all things that have breath. 
 
 9 Jefus, our Lord, how wond'rous grsfet 
 
 Is thine exalted name ! 
 The glories of thine heav'nly ftate 
 Let the whole earth proclaim. 
 
 PSALM VIII. ver. 1, 2. paraphrafed. 
 
 Firft part. Long Metre. 
 
 The hofanna cf the children ; or, Infants praifing 
 God. 
 
 1 ^LMIGHTY ruler of the flcies, 
 
 Th?ough the wide earth thy name is fpread, 
 And thine eternal glories rife 
 
 O'er all the heavens thy hands have made- 
 
 2 To thee the voices of the young 
 
 Their founding notes of honour raife ; 
 And babes, with uninitru«5led tongue, 
 Declare the wonders of thy praife. 
 
 3 Thy power affifts their tender age 
 
 To bring proud rebels to the ground, 
 To ftill the bold blasphemer's rage, 
 And all their policies confound. 
 
 4 Children amidfr thy temple throng 
 
 To fee their great Redeemer's face j 
 The Son of David is their fong, 
 And loud hofannas fill the place- 
 
1 8 PSALMS. 
 
 5 The frowning fcribes and angry priefiS 
 In vain their impious cavils bring ; 
 Revenge fits filent in their breads, 
 
 While Jewifh babes proclaim their king. 
 
 PSALM VIII. ver. 3, ire. paraphrafcd. 
 
 Second Part. Long Metre. 
 
 A lam and drift, lords of the old and new creation. 
 
 1 J^ O RD, what was man when made at lirir, 
 
 Adam, the offspring of the dull, 
 That thou mould fet him and his race 
 But juft below an angel's place > 
 
 2 That thou mould raife his nature (&, 
 
 And make him lord of all below, 
 Make every bead and bird fubmit, 
 And lay the fifties at his feet ? 
 
 3 But O ! what brighter glories wait 
 
 To crown the fecond Adam's ftate ! 
 What honours ihall thy Son adorn, 
 Who. condescended to be born? 
 
 4 See him below his angels made ; 
 
 Behold him number'd with the dead, 
 To fave a ruin'd world from fin; 
 
 But he fhall reign with power divine. 
 
 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all 
 
 The miseries that attend the fall, 
 New-made and glorious, (hall fubmit 
 At our exalted Saviour's feet. 
 
 PSALM IX. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 
 Wrath and mere y from the judgment-feat. 
 
 1 ^Y I T H my whole heart I'll raife my fong, 
 Thy wonders I'll proclaim ; 
 Thou fov'reign Judge of right and wrong 
 Wilt put thy foes to ftiame. 
 
PSALMS. TQ 
 
 i 1*11 fmg thy majefty and grace ; 
 My God prepares his throne 
 To judge the world in righteoufnefs, 
 And make his vengeance known. 
 
 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 men that know thy name will tr"»il 
 
 In thy abundant g r ace : 
 For thou haft ne'er forfook the j uft, 
 Who humbly feek thy face. 
 
 5 Sing praifes to the righteous Lord, 
 
 Who dwells ov. Zion* s hill, 
 Who executes his threatening word, 
 Whofe works his grace fulfil. 
 
 PSALM IX. ver. 12. Second part 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The tvjfdom and eq^ilty of Providence. 
 
 2 \7yHEN the great Judge, fupreme and j uft, 
 Shall once enquire for blood, 
 The humble fouls that mourn in d*uft 
 Shall find a faithful God. 
 
 2 Re from the dreadful gates of death 
 
 Does his own children raife ; 
 In Zion's gates, with cuearful bi'eath. 
 They fing their Father's praife. 
 
 3 His foes fhall fall, with heedlefs feet 
 
 Into the pit they made; 
 And tinners pevifh in the net 
 
 That their own hands have fpread. 
 
 4 Thus by thyjudgment, mighty God, 
 
 Are thy deep oounfels known; 
 
 When men of mifehief are deftroy'd 
 
 In fnares that were their «wn. 
 
20 PSALMS. 
 
 1> A u S E. 
 
 5 The wicked fiiallliuk down to hell ; 
 
 Thy wrath devour the tends, 
 That dare forget thee, or rebel 
 Againft thy known commands. 
 
 6 Though faints to fore diftrefs are brought, 
 
 And wait and long complain, 
 Their cries fhall never be forgot, 
 Nor fhall their hopes be vain. 
 [7 Rife, great Redeemer, from thy feat, 
 To judge and fave the poor, 
 Let nations tremble at thy feet, 
 And man prevail no more. 
 
 8 Thy thunder fhall affright the proud, 
 And put their hearts to pain, 
 Make them confefs that thou art God, 
 And they but feeble men. J 
 
 PSALM X. Common Metre. 
 
 Prayer heard, and faints fa-ued ; or, Pride, athc 
 
 ifm, and opprejfion punijfied. 
 
 For a humiliation day. 
 
 1 WHY doth the Lord depart fo far., 
 
 And why conceal his face, 
 When gre?.t calamities appear, 
 And times of deep diftrefs ? 
 
 2 Lord, fhall the wicked ftill deride 
 
 Thyjuflice and thy laws? 
 Shall they advauce their heads in pride, 
 And flight the righteous caufe. 
 
 3 They caft thy judgments from their fight, 
 
 And then infult the poor ; 
 They boaft in their exalted height, 
 That they fhall fall no more. 
 
 ■\ Arife, O God, lift up thine hand, 
 At "end our humble cry ; 
 
PSALMS. 2 
 
 No enemy fhall dare to (land 
 When God a/beads on high. 
 
 p a v s E. 
 
 5 Why do the men of malice rage. 
 
 And fay, with foolifh pride, 
 44 The God of heav'n will ne'er engage 
 44 To fight on Zion's fide/' 
 
 6 But thou for ever art our Lord, 
 
 And powerful is thine hand, 
 As when the heathens felt thy fword, 
 And perifh'd from thy land. 
 
 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray 
 
 And caufe thwe ear to hear ; 
 
 Accept the vows thy children pay, 
 
 And free thy faints from fear. 
 
 8 Prond tyrants fhall no more opprefs, 
 
 No more defpiie the juft ; 
 And mighty finnners {hall confefs 
 They are but earth and duft. 
 
 : PSALM XI, Long Me,tre. 
 Cod loves the righteous, and hates the ivicked. 
 
 j MY refage is the God of love, 
 
 Why do my foes infult and cry, 
 44 Fly like atim'rous trembling dove, 
 44 To diftant woods or mountains fly." 
 
 2 If government be once deftroy'd, 
 
 (That firm foundation of our peace) 
 And violence make juftice void, 
 
 Where fhall the righteous/eek redrefs? 
 
 3 The Lord in heav'n has fix'd his throne, 
 
 His eye furveys the world below ; 
 To him all mortal things are known, 
 His eye-lids fearch our fpirits through. 
 
 i, If he afflicts his faints fo far, 
 
 To prove their love, and try their grace, 
 
22 P S A L M S. 
 
 What may the bold tranfgreJTors fear? 
 His foul abhorr, their wicked ways. 
 
 5 On impious wretches he ftiall rain 
 
 Sulphureous flames of wafting; death. 
 Such as he kindled on the plafn 
 Of Sodom, with his ang-.-y breath. 
 
 6 The righteous Lord loves righteous fcul% 
 
 Whofe thoughts and actions are (incere, 
 And with a gracious eye beholds 
 The men that his own image bear. 
 
 P SvA L M XII. Long Metre. 
 
 The faint's fife ty and hope in evil times ; or, Sins 
 of the tofig.i: complained of, viz. blafphetfiy y 
 falfe'jood, &c. 
 
 1 ^LMIGHTY God, appear and fave ! 
 
 For vice and vanity prevail : 
 The godly periih in the grave, 
 The juft depart, the faithful fail. 
 
 2 The whole difcourfe, when crowds are met, 
 
 Is fili'd with trifles lcofe and vain ; 
 Their lips are flattery and deceit, 
 
 And their proud language is profane^ 
 
 3 But lips that with deceit abound 
 
 Shall not maintain their triumph long : 
 The God of vengeance will confound 
 The flattering and blafphemmg tongue. 
 
 4 *< Yet fhall o.ur words be free, they cry: 
 
 u Our tongues (hall be controul'd by none r 
 << 'Where is the Lord, will afk us why? 
 u Or fay, our lips are not our own?" 
 
 5 The Lord, who fees the poor opprefsM, 
 
 And hears th* opprefTor's haughty ftrain, 
 Will rife to give his children reft, 
 Nor iha.il they truft his word in vair*. 
 
PSALMS. 2 o 
 
 6 Thy word, O Lord, though often try'd 
 
 Void of deceit fball ftill appear; 
 Not filver, fev'n times purify'd 
 
 From drofs and mixture, mines fo clear. 
 
 7 Thy grace (hall in the darken: hour 
 
 Defend from danger and furprife ; 
 rhough when the vileft men have power, 
 On ev'ry fide opprefTors riie, 
 
 P S A L M XII. Common Metre. 
 
 *'* -',; '•' :nt of 'a general corruption of manners ; or 
 The promife and figns of Chriji's coming to 
 
 judgment. 
 
 JJELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail, 
 
 Religion lofe. ground ; 
 The foil's of violence prevail, 
 
 And treacheries abound. 
 Their oaths and promifes thev break, 
 
 Yet a& the flatterer's part ; 
 With fair deceitful lips they fpeak, 
 
 And with a double heart. 
 If we reprove fome hateful lie, 
 
 They fcorn our faithful word : 
 " Are not our lips their awn, thev cry- 
 
 " And who fhall be our Lord \ 3> 
 \ Scoffers appear on ev'ry fide, 
 
 Where a vile race of men 
 Is raised to feats of power and pride, 
 
 And bears the fword in vain. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 Lord, when iniquities abound, 
 
 And blafphemy grows bold, 
 When faith is rarely to be found, 
 
 And love is waxing cold ; 
 is not thy chariot baft'ning on ? 
 
 Haft thou not given tLe'iign ? 
 
2 4 PSALMS. 
 
 May we not truft and live upon 
 A promife fo divine ? 
 
 7 " Yes, faith the Lord, now will I ri^e, 
 
 u And make th' oppreffors flee ; 
 " I fhall appear to their furpri r e, 
 " And fetniy fervants free/' 
 
 8 Thy word, like filver fev'n times try'd, 
 
 Through ages fhall endure ; 
 The men that in thy truth confide 
 Shall find thy promife fure. 
 
 PSALM XIII. Common Metre. 
 Complaint tinder tettiptation of the devil. 
 
 1 J-JOW long wilt thou conceal thy face ? 
 
 My God, how long delay? 
 When fhall I feel thofe heav'nly rays 
 That chafe my fears away? 
 
 2 How long fhall my poor lab' ring foul 
 
 Wreftle and toil in vain ? 
 Thy word can all my foes controul, 
 And eafe my raging pain. 
 
 3 See how the prince of darknefs tries 
 
 All his malicious arts; 
 He fpreads a miit around my eyes, 
 And throws his fiery darts. 
 
 4 Be thou my fun, and thou my fhield, 
 
 My foul in fafety keep; 
 Make hafte, before mine eyes are feaFd 
 In death's eternal fleep. 
 
 5 How fhould the tempter boaft aloud 
 
 Should I become his prey ? 
 Behold the fons of hell grow proud 
 To Tee thy long delay. 
 
 6 But they fhall fly at thy rebuke, 
 
 And Satan hide his head ; 
 He knows the terrors of thy look, 
 And hears thy voice with dread. 
 
PSALMS. 2$ 
 
 - Thou wilt difplay that fov'reign grace 
 Whence all my comforts fpring : 
 I fhali employ my lips in praife, 
 And thy faivation flag. 
 
 PSALM XIV. Firft part. Common Metre, 
 
 By nature all men areftnners. 
 I TTOOLS, in their hearts, believe and lay, 
 " That all religion's vain, 
 " There is no God that reigns on high, 
 " Or minds th' affairs of men." 
 ? From thoughts fo dreadful and profane 
 Corrupt difcourfe proceeds; 
 And in their impious hands are found 
 Abominable deeds. 
 5 The Lord from his celeftial throne, 
 Look'd down on things below, 
 To find the man that fought his grace, 
 
 Or did his juitice know. 
 By nature all are gone aftray, 
 Their practice all the fame ; 
 There's none that fears his Maker's handi 
 
 There's none that loves his name. 
 Their tougues are us'd to fpeak deceit, 
 
 Their (landers never ccafe ; 
 How fwift to miichief are their feet I 
 
 Nor know the paths of peace. 
 Such feeds of fin (that bitter root) 
 
 In ev'ry heart are found ; 
 Nor can they bear diviner fruit, 
 'Till grace refine the ground. 
 
 ALM XIV. Second part. Common Metse. 
 
 The folly of perfecutors. 
 ^RE finners now fo fenfelefs grown 
 That they thy faints devour I 
 B 
 
26 P 5 A L M Si 
 
 And never worihip at thy throne, 
 Nor fear thine awful pow'i J 
 
 2 Grt at God, appear to their iurprife ; 
 
 Reveal thy dreadful name; 
 Let L-hein oo more thy wrath defpife ? 
 Nor turn oar hope to fliarne. 
 
 3 Doit thou not dwell among the juft? 
 
 And yet oar foes deride. 
 That we Ihould cake thy name our truft : 
 Great Gj'A confound their pride. 
 
 4 O th&t. the joyful day were come 
 
 To finish our dtitrefs ! 
 WbeaGtfd hali bring his children home 
 Qui fojigs fttall never create. 
 
 PSALM XV. Common Metre. 
 
 C)Lf\n!hrs of a faint, or a citizen of Zior. .; 
 r/.r ^ualfjje&tians of .i Chrifticn. 
 
 i WHO Hull inhabit in thy bill, 
 O God of fcolihefs? 
 4v hotti \ -ill the Lord admit to dwell 
 Sj Etear his throne of grace? . 
 
 2 The maa that walks in pious way, 
 
 And work i a ith righteous hand ; 
 That trufts his Maker's promised grace, 
 A '-i c! f ) '; 1 o w r , h i ? c o r.i m an d s. 
 
 3 He fpeaks the meaning of his heart,, 
 
 Will cavca believe an iiireport, 
 N,.- rhbour wrong. 
 
 , - ;,,. we lie contemns, 
 
 L >■.-..-; til rhat tear the LorH ; 
 
 hough to hi; own hart he Iweai ?, 
 , ; fqvBv his word. 
 
 ; •*--... j-ands tfifdain a golden Drib*?* 
 And asver wrong the pours 
 
r s a l m s. 27 
 
 This man mall dwell with God on earth 
 And find his heav'u feeure. 
 
 PSALM XV. Long Metre. 
 
 Religion andpcftice- goadnefs and truflr, or duties 
 to God and man ; or, The qualifications of a 
 Chrifiian. 
 
 1 TXTHO (hail afcend thy heav'nly place, 
 
 Great God, anddweil before thy face ? 
 The man that minds religion now, 
 And humbly walks with God below. 
 
 2 Whole hands are pure, -hole heart is clean ; 
 
 Whole lips 11 111 {peak the thing they mean ; 
 No {landers dwell upon his tongue: 
 He hates to do Ms neighbour wrong. 
 
 "3 Scarce will he truft an ill report, 
 
 Or vent it to his neighbour's hurt : 
 Sinners of (late he can defpife, 
 But faints are honoured in his eyes.} 
 [4 Firm to his word he ever ftood, 
 
 And always makes his prornife good r 
 Nor dares to change the thing he fwears, 
 Y/hatever pain or iois he bears.} 
 [5 He r,e'~er deals in bribing gold ; 
 
 And mourns thatjuftice mould be fold 5 
 While others fcorn and wrong the poor, 
 Sv.eet Charity attends his door.} 
 
 6 He loves his enemies, and prays 
 For tho'e that curfe him to his face ; 
 
 And doth to all men Hill the fame 
 That he would hope or wilh from them. 
 
 7 Yet, when his holiefh works are done, 
 
 His foul depends on g'ace alone t 
 This is the man thy. face fhall fee, 
 And dwsll £ij\- ever> Lard, wit!* tbee> 
 
2-8 PSALMS. 
 
 PSAL M XVI. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 
 Confeffion of our poverty, and faints the befi com- 
 pany, or, Qoo J works profit men, not Go L 
 
 I pilS3ErWE me, Lord, in time of need, 
 
 For fuccour to thy throne I flee, 
 
 But have no merits there to plead ; 
 
 My goodnefs cannot reach to thee. 
 
 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confefs'd 
 
 How empty and how poor I am : 
 
 Mv prahe can never make thee bleiVd, 
 
 Nor add new glories to thy name. 
 
 3 Yet, Lord, thy faints on earth may reap 
 
 Some profit by the good we do; 
 The e are the company I keep, 
 
 Thefe are the choicefr. friends I know. 
 
 4 Let others chufe the fans of mirth 
 
 To give a relifh to their wine, 
 I love the men of heav'nlv birth, 
 
 \7hu:'e thoughts and language are divine. 
 
 PSAL M XVI. Second part. Long Metre. 
 e -rif's all-fujfit/erjcy. 
 
 1 UOW faft their guilt and fonows ri r e, 
 
 Who hade to leek Come ic'.jl-god ! 
 I will not tafte their facrifice, 
 
 Tneiroil' rings of forbidden blood. 
 
 2 My God provides a richer cup, 
 
 And nobler food to live upon, 
 He for my life, has ofFer'd up 
 Je'us, his beft beloved Son. 
 
 3 Hislbve is my perpetual fenft; 
 
 By day his counsels guide me right: 
 And be his name for ever blefs'd 
 
 Who gives me fweet advice by night. 
 
 4 I fet him ftill before mine eyes ; 
 
 At my right hard he ft and s prcpai'd 
 
PSALMS. 2 
 
 To keep my foul from all furprife, 
 And be my everlafting guard. 
 
 PSALM XVI. Third part. Loag Metre. 
 Courage in death^ and hope of the refurreciion, 
 
 1 "^yHEN God is nigh, my faith is ftrong, 
 
 His arm is my almighty prop : 
 Be glad, my heart, rejoice, my tongue, 
 My dying fiefh mall reft in hope. 
 
 2 Though in the duft I lay my head, 
 
 Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave 
 My foul for ever with the dead, 
 Nor lofe thy children in the grave. 
 
 3 My fielh fhall thy firft call obey, 
 
 Shake off the ddft, and rife on high; 
 Then malt thou lead the wonti'rous way 
 Up to the throne above the iky. 
 
 4 There fireams of endlefs pleafure flow ; 
 
 And fall difcoveries of thy grace, 
 {Which we but tafted here beio'w), 
 
 Spread heav'rilyjoys through all the place. 
 
 PSALM XVI. ver. i,— 3. Firft part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Support and counfel from God -without merit, 
 
 i g AVE me, O Lord from every foe ; 
 
 In thee my truft I place, 
 Though all the good that I can do 
 
 Can ne'er deferve thy grace ; 
 1 Yet if my God prolong my breath, 
 
 The faints may {till rejoice, 
 The faint;, the glory of the earth, 
 
 The people of my choice. 
 Let heathens to their idols hafte, 
 
 And v/brfhip wood orftone; 
 But my delightful lot is caft * 
 
 Whiie che true God is known. 
 
4 His hand p-ovides mv constant food, 
 
 He fills ray dail/ cur. ; 
 Much am I pleas'd with prefenjt g;.od 
 But more rejoice in hope. 
 
 5 God is my portion and my jov; 
 
 His counsels are my Hgl t : 
 He ijive?. me Tweet adtfce by dav, 
 And gentle hints by night- 
 
 6 My foul would all her thoughts approve 
 To his all-feeing eye ; 
 Not death, nor hell, my hope mall move 
 While fuch a friend is nigh. 
 
 PSAL M XVI. Second part. Commo. Metre, 
 
 The death and refurreftion of Cbrift. 
 
 1 " [ SET the. Lord before my face, 
 
 Cl He bears my courage up ; 
 " My heart, mv tongue, their joys exprefs, 
 " My tic in mall reft m hope". 
 
 2 " My fpirir, Lord, thou wilt not leave 
 
 " Whe'-e fouls departed are ; 
 u Nor quit my body to the grave 
 u To fee corruption there. 
 
 3 " Thou wilt reveal the path of life, 
 
 " And raie me to thy throne, 
 11 Thy caurts immortal pleafure give, 
 " Thy pre fence joys unknown." 
 [4 Thus in the name of Chriil, the Lord, 
 The holy David fang, 
 And providence fulfils tbe \, >>\\\ 
 Of his prophetic tongue. 
 5 Jefus, whom every faint adores, 
 Was crucify'd and fiain ; 
 Behold, the tomb it3 prey restores ! 
 Sehold, he lives again ! 
 6 XV'r.zw Ami! my feet arife and {land 
 On heav'n's eternal hilis? 
 
PSALMS. . 31 
 
 ere fits the Sen at God's right bard, 
 And there the Father fmiles. 
 
 PSALM XVII. ver. 13, ire Short Metre. 
 
 Portion of f tints and ftnners ; or } Hops end def- 
 pair in death. 
 
 1 A RISE, my gracious God, 
 ±\. And make the. wicked flee ; 
 They are but thy chaftifing rod, 
 
 To drive thy faints to thee. 
 
 2 Behold the finner dies, 
 
 His haughty words are vain ; 
 Here, in this life, his pleafure lies, 
 And all beyond is pain. 
 
 3 Then let his pride advance, 
 
 And boafi: of all his {tore ; 
 The Lord is my inheritance, 
 My foul can wiih no more 1 . 
 
 4 I ihall behold the face 
 Of my forgiving God ; 
 
 A^d ftand complete in righteoufnefs, 
 Waih/d in my Saviour's blood. 
 
 5 There's a new heav'n begun 
 
 When I awake from deatl , 
 
 Dreil in the iikenefs of thy Sop, 
 
 And draw immortal bre^t- 
 
 PSALM -VII. Long Kehe, 
 
 ■:e (inner' s pQrti&i and faints hepe ; ory The her, 
 ven of fepsrate fouls, and the refurreCtion 
 
 j^ORD, I am thine ; but thou wilt prove 
 My faith, my patience, and my love ; 
 "When men offpAte againftme join. 
 
 They are the fword, the hand is thine. 
 Their hope and portion lie below ; 
 Tis all the kappinefs they know. 
 
11 J' S A L M S. 
 
 'Tis all they feek ; they take their iha-e * ; 
 And leave the reib among their heirs. 
 
 3 What fmoers value, I vefign; 
 
 Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine : 
 
 1 fhallbefcold thy bKftfdl face, 
 
 And {land complete in righteoufneft. 
 
 4 This life's a dream, an empty fhow ; 
 But the bright work', to which I go, 
 Hath joys fubfiantial and fincerc ; 
 When ih all I wake and i'ind mc t'Metfe 5 
 
 5 O glorious hour ! O bleft abode ! 
 
 A fhali be near, and like my God ; 
 And 8efh and iin no more cor.troul 
 The facred pleafures of the foul. 
 
 6 Myflefh {hall {lumber in the ground, 
 Till the bit trumpet's joyful found : 
 Then bnrft the chains with Tweet iurprife 
 And in my Saviour's image rife. 
 
 PSALM XVIII. ver. 1—9, 15— iS. 
 
 Firft part. Long Metre. 
 
 T)el!Veranbc fr&m deytetr ; or, Temptation over- 
 
 tome. 
 i r T/HEE will I love, Lord, my ftrength, 
 My rock, my tower, my high defence; 
 Toy mighty arm Shall be my trait, 
 For I have found ial . atian thewe. 
 
 2 Death, and the terrors of the grave, 
 
 Stood round me with their ctifmal fhade, 
 While floods of high temptations roie, 
 Aud made my finking foul afraid. 
 
 3 I lY.v the opening gates of iiell, 
 
 With end'lefs pains and ibvows there, 
 (Which ijo',« ifSt tiiev that fell can tell) 
 . » l W&s „;ir;, 'd in defpair 
 
 4 la mv diftrefs 1 Bod, 
 
 i v ....,v \Am toto*, 
 
PSALMS. <£, 
 
 He bow'd his ear to my complaint ; 
 
 And prov'd his faving grace divine. 
 [5 With fpeed he flew to my relief, 
 
 As on a cherub's wing he rode ; 
 Awful and bright as Hght'ning fhone 
 
 The face of my deliverer God. 
 
 6 Temptations fled at his rebuke, 
 
 The blaft of his almighty breath : 
 He fent falvation from on high, 
 
 And drew me from the deeps o£ death.] 
 
 7 Great were my fears, my foes were great, 
 
 Much was their ftrength, and more their 
 But Chrift, my Lord, is conqu'ror ftilj [rage; 
 In all the wars the proud can wage. 
 
 8 My fong for ever fhall record 
 
 That terrible that joyful hour; 
 And give the glory to the Lord 
 Due to his mercy and his power. 
 
 P S A L M XVIII. ver. 20, 26. Long Metre. 
 
 Second part. 
 
 Sincerity proved and ' rsi.vc.rchi. 
 
 1 LORD, thou haft fee 11 rav foul fmcere, 
 Halt made thy troth and love appear : 
 Before mine eyes I fet thv laws, 
 And fchou haft pwr/d my righteous caufe. 
 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways, 
 I've walked upright before thv face : 
 Or if my feet did e'er depart,' 
 Thy love reclaim'd my wandering heart. 
 What fore temptations broke my reft ! 
 What wars and ftrugglings in mv breaft ! 
 But through thy grace that reigns wichk, 
 I guard againft my darling fin. 
 That fn that clo J e befets me fti! 1 , 
 That works andftrives aaainfe or? will . 
 
34 PSALM S. 
 
 When mail thy Spirit's fovereJgn power 
 Delroy it, that it rife no more. 
 
 5 With an impartial hand, the Lord 
 Deals out to mortals their reward : 
 The kind and faithful fouls fnallrind 
 A God as faithful and as kind. 
 
 6 And men that love revenge flvaU know, 
 God hath an arm of vengeance too. 
 The |aft and pure fhall ever ;ay, 
 
 Thou ar: more pure, more juit than they. 
 
 ? S A L M XVIII. ver. 30, 31, 34, 35, 46, &c 
 Third part. Long Metre. 
 
 Rejoicing in God ; or, SalvJtion 2nd triumph. 
 
 1 TUST are thy ways, and true thy word, 
 ^ Great Rock of my fecure abode : 
 Who is a God behd*s the Lord * 
 Or whereas a tefuge like car God? 
 2, ? Tis he that gird?- me with his might, 
 Gives me his holy fword to wield ; 
 Arid while with fin and hell I fight, 
 Spreads his ialvation for my ihield. 
 
 3 He lives, and bleffings crown his reign, 
 
 The God of my ialvation lives, 
 The dark defigns of hell are vain j 
 
 While heavenly peace my Father gives. 
 
 4 Before the fc offers of the age, 
 
 I will exalt my Father's name, 
 Nor tremble at their migUty rage, 
 
 But meet reproach and bear the ihame. 
 
 5 T > David and his royal feed 
 
 Tny grace for ever fhall extend; 
 Thy love to faints, in Chrift, their head, 
 Kjiaws not a linui ? , nor an end. 
 
PSALMS. TJ 
 
 PSALM XVIII. Fir ft part. Common Merre. 
 
 VfttoH a!!< * triumph over temporal enemies. 
 i \V? E love thee, Lord, and we adore, 
 Now is thine arm reveal'd ; 
 Thou art ovir ftrength, our heavenly tov/V, 
 Our bulwark* and our fhield. 
 
 2 We fly to our eternal Rock, \ 
 
 And find a fare 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 lightening of his fpear ? 
 
 4 He rides upon - the winged wind, 
 
 And angels in array, 
 In millions, wait to know his mind, 
 And, fwift as flames, obey, 
 
 5 He fpeaks, and at His fierce rebuke 
 
 Whoje armies are difmay'd ; 
 His voice, his frown, his angry look, 
 Strikes all their courage dead. 
 
 6 He forms our gen'rais for thefield, 
 With all their dreadful ikill ; 
 
 Gives them his awful f-vord to wield, 
 And makes their hearts of fteel. 
 
 7 Oft has the Lord whole nations blefs'd, 
 
 For his own church's fake ; 
 The pow'rs that give his people reft 
 Shall of his care partake. 
 
 S A LM XVIII. Second part. Common Metre, 
 
 The coti queror*s fong. 
 'T'O thine almighty arm we owe 
 
 The triumphs of the day ; 
 Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,, 
 And melt their ftrength away. 
 
3« PSALM S. 
 
 2 'Tis by thy aid our troops prevail, 
 
 And break united pow'rs ; 
 Or burn their boafted fleets, or fcale 
 The proudeft of their tow'rs. 
 
 3 How have we chas'd them through the field, 
 
 And trod them to the ground, 
 While thy i'alvation was our fhield, 
 But they no fhelter found ! 
 
 4 In vain to idol faints they cry y 
 
 And periih in their blood ; 
 Where is a rock fo great, fo high, 
 So powerful, as our God. 
 
 5 The God of Ifrael ever lives, 
 
 His name be ever blefs'd ; 
 'Tis his own arm the viftory givdk, 
 And gives his people reft. 
 
 PSALM XIX. Firft part. Miort Metre. 
 The book of nature and fcripture. 
 For a Lord's day morning. 
 
 1 gEHOLD the lofty iky 
 
 Declares its maker God, 
 
 And all his ftarry works on high 
 
 Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 
 
 2 The darknefs and the light 
 
 Still keep their course the fame ; 
 While night to day, and day to night, 
 Divinely teach his name. 
 
 3 In cv'ry different land 
 
 Their general voice is known 
 They Ihew the wonders of, his hand, 
 And orders of his throne. 
 
 4 Ye Ghriftian lands rejoice: 
 
 Here he repeals his word ; 
 We ace not left to Nature's voice 
 To bid us know the Lord. 
 
PSALM S. 37 
 
 5 His ftatutes and commands 
 
 Are let before our eyes, 
 He puts bis go r peI in our haads, 
 Where our falvation lies. 
 
 6 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 
 Affords fo much delight ; 
 Nor gold that has the furnace pafs'd, 
 So much allures the fight. 
 8 While of thy works I ring,- 
 Thy glory.to proclaim, 
 Accept the praife, my God, my King, 
 In ray Redeemer's name. 
 ? > AIM XIX. Second part. Short Metre. 
 Go.fs -word moji excellent; or, Sincerity and 
 iL'citchfu hi efs. 
 For a Lord's day mo rain g. 
 gEHOLD the morning fun 
 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 ; 
 It calls dead finners from their tombs* - 
 And gives the blind their fight. 
 ; How perfect is thy word ! 
 
 And all thy judgments jull j 
 p'or ever fure thy promife, Lord, 
 And men fecurety truft. 
 \ My gracious God, how plain 
 "Are thy directions giv'n :' 
 O may I never read in vain, 
 But find the path to heaven ! 
 
3 8 PSALMS. 
 
 P A U S £. 
 
 5 I heard thy void with love, 
 And I would fain obey ; 
 Send thy good Spirit from above 
 To guide me, left I [tray. 
 
 6 O who can ever find 
 
 The errors of his ways? 
 Yet, with a bold prefumptuou: mind, 
 I would not dare tranfgrefs. 
 
 7 Warn me of ev'ry fin, 
 
 Forgive my fecret fatsJts, 
 And cleanfcthis guilty foul of mine, 
 Who'e crimes exceed my thoughts. 
 
 8 While, with my heart and tongue, 
 
 I fpread thy praife abroad ; 
 Accept the worfnip and the long, 
 My Saviour, and my God. 
 
 P S A L M XIX. Long Metre. 
 
 The hooks of nature and fcripture compared ; 0) 
 
 The giory and fuccefs of tiis *of*ei. 
 
 1 "THE heavens dec'are thy glow, Lord, 
 
 In every ftar thy goodfrefs ihine^; 
 Eut when onr eyes behold thy we.rdy 
 We read thy name Ui fairer lines. 
 
 2 The rolling fun, the changing light, 
 
 And nights and davs thy power confeis; 
 But the cleft volume thou hall writ, 
 Reveals thy juitice and thy grace. 
 
 3 Sun, moon, and ftar?, convey thy p-a!.e 
 
 Rour.d the whole earth, and never Hand; 
 So when thy truth began irs race, 
 
 It touch'd and glanc'd on. every land. 
 
 4 Nor fhall thy (breading gofpel reft 
 
 Till through the »orldrh> fcrtrttthin run; 
 Till Chrifthas al! the nations bleft, 
 That fee the light, or feel the ftm. 
 
P S A L M S. . $9 
 
 5 Great Sun of righteoufnefs, arife, 
 
 Biefs the dark world with heavenly light \ 
 Thy go fpel makes the fimple v/i.e, 
 
 Thy laws are pure, thy judgments light. 
 
 6 Thy nobleft wonder? here we view, 
 
 In fouls renew'd and fins forgiven, 
 Lord, cleanfe my fins, my foul renew, 
 And make thy word my guide to heav'n. 
 PSALM XIX. To the tune of the 1 1 3th Pfalm- 
 
 Thd hook of nature and fcrtjture. 
 : p MEAT God, the heav'irhs well ordered frame 
 Declares the glories of thy name : 
 There thy rich works vi' wonder ihine, 
 A thoufand (tarry beauties there, 
 'A thoufand radiant marks- appear 
 Of boundlefj pow'r and {kill divine, 
 
 2 From night to dav, from day to night, 
 The dawning and the dying light, 
 
 Lectures of heavenly wifdo-m read J 
 With hlent eloquence they raife 
 Our thoughts to our Creator's praife, 
 
 And neither found nor language need^ „ 
 
 3 Yet their divine inftruetions run 
 Far as the journeys of the fun, 
 
 And ev'ry nation knows their voice. 
 Tre fun, like fome young bridegroom dreft, 
 Breaks from the chambers of the eafr, 
 
 Roils round, and makes the earth rejoice ? 
 \ Where'er he fpreads his beams abroad, 
 He fmiles, and fpe&ks Lis maker God ; 
 
 All nature joins to mew thy praife : 
 Thus God in ev'ry creature fliin.es j 
 Fair is the book of nature^s lines,, 
 
 But fairer is tie book of grace. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 : liove the volumes of thy word? 
 What light and joy thofe leaves avford 
 To fouls benighted and di£reh. : ; 
 
40 r S A L M s. 
 
 Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, 
 Thy. tear forbids my feet to fa-ay. 
 Thy promifeleads my heart to reft 
 
 6 From the diicov'ries of thy lav/ 
 The perfect rules cf life I draw ; 
 
 Thefe are my fvudy and delight; 
 Not honey fo invites the talte, 
 Nor gold that hath the fumade paft, 
 
 Appears i'o pleaiir.g to the fight. 
 
 7 Thy threat'nidgs wake my numbering eyes, 
 And warn me where my danger lies; 
 
 But 'tis thy bleffed gofpel, Lord, 
 That makes my guilty conference clean. 
 Converts my foul, fubdues my fin, 
 
 And gives a free, but large reward. 
 8 Who knows the errors of his thought-. I 
 My Goo icrgive my fecret faults, 
 
 And from prefumptuoua f.n retire it?; 
 Accept my poor attempts of prai'e, 
 Tb?.t I have read thy book of grace, 
 
 And book of nature, not in vain. 
 
 PSALM XX. Long Metre. 
 Prayer^ dud bfips of viiftory. 
 For a day of prayer in time of war. 
 • fOW may the God of_ppw'r and fnce 
 
 Attend his people's humble cry ! 
 Jehovah bears when 1'rael prays, 
 
 : \i>i\ brings deliverance from on high. 
 
 2 The name of Jacob's God defend-, 
 
 Wl en bucklers fail and brazen walls ; 
 lie from his 'ancluary fends 
 
 Succour and ftrength v. hen Zion calls. 
 
 3 We 11 be remembers all ourfigbs, 
 
 His love exceed"? our heft defer ts ; 
 His love accents the facVifice 
 
 Of humble groans and broken hearts- 
 
PSALMS, 4T 
 
 |. In his falvation is our hope, 
 
 And in the name of Ifra'l's God 
 Our troops (hall lift their banners up, 
 Our navies ipread their flags abroad. 
 ; Some truft in horfes trained for war, 
 
 And fome of chariots make their boafts ; 
 O'tr lureit expectations are 
 
 From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hofts. 
 
 '6 O may the memory of thy name 
 Infpire our armies for the fight ! 
 Our foes fhail fall and die with fhame, 
 Or quit the field with coward flight.] 
 * Nov; fave us, Lord, from flavim fear, 
 Now let our hopes be firm and itrong, 
 'Till thy falvation fhall appear, 
 
 Ai-idjoy and triumph raife the fong. 
 
 PSALM XXI. Common Metre. 
 
 Is.iitOfial blcjjlngs ucknomledged. 
 
 JN thee, great <3od, with fbngs of praife, 
 
 Our favourM realms rejoice ; 
 And, blefs'd with thy falvation, raife 
 
 To heav'n their chearful voice. 
 Thy fure defence through nations round, 
 
 Hath fore ad our rifing name, 
 And a!i our feeble efforts crowned 
 
 With fVeedcm and with fau.e, 
 In deep dutrefs cur iigur'd land 
 
 Implored thy power to lave; 
 ■For life we prav'd : thy bounteous band 
 
 The timely b'.eiling gave. 
 
 Thy mighty anfi, eternal Pow'r, 
 
 Qipp43*d tneir deadly aim. 
 In mercy iwepc them from our fao;-e, 
 
 And Ipread Dheir.fe.lis \*uh..iliaai~- 
 Oj: thee, in woe or pain, 
 
 Our hearts alone r$lv: 
 
42 PSALMS. 
 
 Our rights thy mercy will maintain, 
 And all our wants fupply. 
 6 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous pow'r declare, 
 Aid dill exalt thy fame ; 
 While we glad fongs of praife prepare 
 For thine almighty name. 
 
 PSALM XXL ver. r, — 9. Long Metre. 
 
 Cbrifi exalted to ike kingdom. 
 
 1 J) AVID rejoic'd in God his ftre'ngth, 
 
 Rais'd to the throne by fpecial grace, 
 . But Qhrift, the Son, appears at length, 
 Fa'tils the triumph and the praife. 
 
 2 How great the bleft Meffiah'sjoy 
 
 In the falvation of thy hand ! 
 Lord, thou haft rais'd his kingdom high, 
 And giv'n the world to his command. 
 
 3 ThygooJnefs grants whatever he will, 
 
 Nor doth the leaft requeft withhold ; 
 Bleflings of love prevent him jffiil, 
 And crowns ef glory, not of gold. 
 
 4 Honour and majefty divine 
 Around his facred temples mine; 
 Blefs'd with the favour of thy face, 
 And length of everlafting days. 
 
 5 Thine hand (hall find oat all bis £oc s ; 
 &od as a fiery oven glows 
 
 With raging heat, and living co 
 
 So P.; all thy wrath devour their icul',. 
 
 V S A L M XXII. ver. 1,— 16. Firfl 
 Common Metre. 
 The fufferings and death of Cl 
 1 "WHY has my God my foul forfoolc. 
 Nor will a (mile afford ? 
 (Thus David once in anguifh fpoke, 
 And thus our dying Lord.) 
 
P S A L U S, 
 
 2 Though 'tis chy chief deli ght to dwell 
 
 Among thy praifing faints, 
 Yet thou canlt hear our groans as well, 
 Arid pity our compluincs. 
 
 3 Our fathers trufted in thy name, 
 
 Ax A great deliverance found ; 
 But I'm a worm defpisM of met?, 
 And trodden to the ground. 
 
 $ With fnaking head they pa fs me bjj 
 
 And laugh my foul to fcorn ; 
 11 Iti vain he trufis in Goi, they cry, 
 " Neglected audforhm." 
 
 5 But thou art he, who form'd my flefh, 
 
 By thine Almighty word ; 
 Atod fmce I hung upon the breafr, 
 My hope is in the Lord. 
 
 6 Why will my Father hide his face 
 
 When foes Hand threatening round, 
 I'n the dark hour of deep diftrefs, 
 And rx>t an helper found? 
 p a u s e. 
 
 7 Behold thrv darling left i mong 
 
 The cruel and the proud, 
 By foes encorapafs'd, fierce zr.d iVong, 
 
 As lions roaring loud 
 3 p'rom earth and hell my forrows meet, 
 
 To multiply the frnart ; 
 Tuey nail my hand', trey pierce my feet, 
 
 And try to vex my heart. 
 Stet if thy rbv'reig:-, hand let loo'e 
 
 The Con he loves fo vrell? 
 
 o -My God, if poiubie it be, 
 Withhold tbis bitter cup ; 
 But I refign ray wdl to thee, 
 And drink the forrows up. 
 
 43 
 
44 PSALMS. 
 
 ii My heart diifolves with pangs unknown, 
 In groans I wafte my breath : 
 Thy heavy hand has brought me down, 
 Low as the duit of death. 
 12 Father, I give my fpirit up, 
 And, truft it in thy hand ; 
 My dying liefti mall reft in hope, 
 And rife at thy command. 
 
 PSALM XXII. ver. 20, 21,27, 31. Second Part 
 Common Metre. 
 
 1 " JSJOW from the roaring lion's rage, 
 
 *' O Lord, protect thy Son, 
 " Nor leave thy darling to engage 
 " The pow'rs of hell alone." 
 
 2 Thus did our fufFering Saviour pray 
 
 With mighty cries and tears, 
 God heard him in that dreadful day, 
 And chas'd away his fears- 
 
 3 Great was the victory of his death, 
 
 His throne exalted high ; 
 And all the kindreds of the earth 
 Shall worihip or mall die. 
 
 4 A numerous offspring muft arife 
 
 from his expiring groans ; 
 They fhall be reckoned in Ins eyes 
 For daughters, and for Pons. 
 
 5 The meek and humble fouls Jhall fee 
 
 His table richly spread ; 
 And ail that ifeek ;.': L >i d ihall be 
 V/iiujoys immortal ted 
 
 6 The ifiss (bail know the \ igkteoufoefi 
 
 Of our incarnate Sod, 
 And nations yet tinhorn crolc'fs 
 Salvation in lah> blood. 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XXII. Long Metre. 
 Chrifi* s fufferings and exaltation. 
 ]SJ0W let our mournful fongs record 
 
 The dying forrows of our Lord, 
 When he complained in tears of blood, 
 As one forfaken of his God. 
 
 2 The Jews behold him thus forlorn, 
 
 And /hake their heads and laugh in fcorn ; 
 u He refeu'd others from the grave ; 
 " Now let him try himielf to lave. 
 
 3 " This is the man did once pretend 
 tl God was his rather and his friend ; 
 " If God the bleiled ioy'd him Lb, 
 
 " Way doth he fail to help him now >" 
 \ Oh favage people ! cruel priefts ! 
 How they flood round like raging beafts ; 
 Like lions gaping to devour. 
 When God hath left him in their power. 
 They wound his head, his hands, bis £eet. 
 Tili ltreams of blood each other meet ; 
 By lot his garments they divide, 
 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 finners tafte his grace. 
 
 PSALM XXIII. Long Metre. 
 God our fiepherd. 
 JV] Y fhepherd is the living Lord ; 
 
 Now (hall my wants be well fupply'd ; 
 His providence and holy word 
 
 Become my fafety and my guide. 
 In paitures where falvation grows 
 
 He makes me feed, he makes me reft, 
 There living waters gently flows, 
 And all the food divinely bleil, 
 
 AS 
 
3 M> wander Sake ; 
 
 But he reftores my ce, 
 
 And icacs me for bis mercy*3 fake, 
 la the fair paths of righteoufnefs. 
 
 \ r io* I walk thr ►'the ale, 
 
 Vv lere death and Tors are-, 
 
 M_v be i "t and hope ihali neve;- dj.il, 
 
 For God, my hepherd's \v.:h. m: there. 
 
 5 Amidft the darkneds and the deeps 
 
 Thou ait my comfort, thou my ftay ; 
 Thy ftalf fuppo^ts my feeble -ten-, 
 Taj rod directs niv dpabtfni way. 
 
 6 Th - fons of eavfh and fbns r»f hell 
 
 G ize • - and repine 
 
 To r ee ray table fpvead fo •. 
 
 \'.' ic.i living bread and chearful wine. 
 
 ' L 7 How I rejoice, when on m> head 
 Thy Spirit condefcends to reft ! 
 
 a divine anointing (Ned, 
 Like oil of gladnefs at a fealfc 
 8 Svirel; the mercies of the E 
 
 Attend his hoofhoid all their da 
 There will I dwell to bear his * 
 
 To fe'ek his dace, and ling his praiie.] 
 
 A L M IvXlII. Common Metre. 
 
 1 \V[ Shepherd will fupply my Beed, 
 
 Jeh >yaH i? his name ; 
 th pafture.s frefli he nutkes me t"eed y 
 de the living ftream. 
 
 2 He brings my wandering fpirit back 
 
 \ F\ en [ lor fake his v* 
 And leads me for ni^ mercy's fake 
 
 In oaths of truth ana grace. 
 
 3 When I walk through the fhadss of dcatl 
 
 pi :fcnce is roY ftaw ; 
 
r 3 A L M S. 
 
 . One word of thy fupporting breath 
 Drives all my fears away. 
 1 Thy hand, in fight of all niv foes, 
 " my cable fpread; 
 
 Dleiimgs overr..,w\? 
 
 My cup wi 
 
 Thine oil anoints my head 
 
 5 The fare pro virions of my God 
 
 ^ Attend me all my days ; 
 On PAay thy houie be my abode 
 And all my work be psaii.e ■! ' 
 
 6 There would I find a fettled reft 
 
 . (While others go and come) ; ' 
 No more a ftrapger and a gueit, 
 But like a child ac home. 
 
 P 3 A L M XXIII. Short Mi 
 ^THELordmyfliepherdis 
 
 -incehe is mine and I am his, 
 
 V. hat can I want befidr ! 
 He leads me to the place 
 i^Where ueavenly paftuw grows, 
 , ^ . ., • ^. • d l , ej s g, e "tl\ pais, 
 
 fre'erl go a&rav, 
 
 kndl-^Z^i^f^v;. 
 
 V, ! 
 
 TVt •* I 
 
 And 
 
 •o' death?! dark 
 i me there. 
 
 tead- 
 
4 8 PSA E M S. 
 
 k The bounties of thy love 
 
 Shall crown my following days ; 
 Nor from thy houfe will I remove, 
 Nor ceafe to fpeak thy praife. 
 
 PSALM XXIV. Common Metre. 
 p-welling -with Ccd. 
 i THE earth for ever is the Lord's, 
 With Adam's numerous race ; 
 He rais'd its arches o'er the floods, 
 And built it on the feas. 
 
 2 But who among the Cans of men 
 
 May visit thine above' 
 He that bar, hands from mifchief clean, 
 Whofe heart is right with God. 
 
 3 This is the man may rife and take 
 
 The bleflings of his grace ; 
 Thh is the lot of thofe that leek 
 The God of Jacob's face. 
 
 4 Now let our foul's immortal pow'rs, 
 
 To meet the Lord prepare, 
 
 Lift up their everlalting 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 in his deligh. 
 
 PSALM XXIV. Long Metre. 
 S.tft.-ts dwell in heaven; or, Chrijl's afcenfitn. 
 
 1 THIS fpacious earth is all the Lord's, 
 
 And men and worms, and bealts and birds 
 He rr.is'd the building on the feas, 
 And gave it for their dwelling place. 
 
 2 But there's a brighter world on high, 
 Thy palaee, Lovd, above the iky; 
 Who fltal: afcend thatble/s'd abode, 
 And dwell i'o near his maker God ? 
 
P S A L M S , 4? 
 
 3 He that abhors and fears to fin 
 Whole heart is pure, whofe hands are clean. 
 Htm mall tne Lord the Saviour blefs 
 And clothe his foul with righteoufneis. 
 4 Thefe are the men, the pious race, 
 That feek the God of Jacob 's face : 
 Thefe fhall enjoy the blifsful fight, 
 And dwell in e'vei-Iafting light. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 f Rejoice, ye mining worlds on high. 
 Behold the King of glory nigh ] 
 Who can the King of glory be ? 
 The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he. 
 
 ' if htf av'nlv gates, your leaves dlfblav, 
 To make tne Lord, the Saviour, way : 
 Laden and fpoiJs from earth and hell", 
 Tne Lonqu ror comes with God to dwelf. 
 Rais'd from the dead in' aWfel itete 
 He opens heaven's eternal gate ? 
 To glve his faints a blefs'd abode 
 Near their Redeemer and their God. 
 
 PSALM XXV. ve,^ rr . Flrft 
 Snort Metre. 
 Waiting for pardon and diretfion. 
 
 I Ll FTmyfoultoGod, 
 
 My truft is in his name ; 
 Let not my foes that feek my blood 
 ^ >tm triumph in my mame. 
 Sin, and the powers of hell, 
 Perfuade me to defpair / 
 
 4w T kC me , knoxv thv covenant well, 
 I That I may 'Jcape the fnare. 
 
 mm beams of dawning light 
 
 jj Tl!l evening (hades arife, 
 
 ,0 x r J h y fal ^ion, Lord, I wait, 
 
 .With ever longing eves. r 
 
$0 P S A L M S. 
 
 4 Remember al] thy .grace, 
 
 And lead me in thy truth; 
 Forgive the fins of riper day:, 
 And follies oi' my yputh. 
 
 5 The Lord is jnft and kind, 
 
 The meek mall learn his Ways; 
 And ev'ry humble finne.r find 
 The methods of his graee. 
 
 6 For his own goodnefs' fake 
 
 He faves my foul frcm flisme j 
 He pardons (though my guilt he great) 
 Through ray Redeemers name. 
 
 PSAL.M XXV. ver. *2, 14, id, 1$, 
 Second par,t. Short Mct:e- 
 Divine inftrufti w. 
 1 vyHEUZ (hall the mar he fe 
 
 That Pears J bHIferid his G.'d, 
 Thatlove.s t ! ~e ^ef-vej'r- joyful found, 
 And trembles at the roc: > 
 1 The Lord a: all make Km kncv 
 Tne feerets of his bear*, 
 The wonders of his eo\*nant fho.w, 
 And all his love imy a 
 5 The dealings qf.bis paw *r 
 Are truth and n ■■- 
 
 • h as keen ■ \- cov'naot 
 And 1-vc to do-. Ids *ill. 
 4 The:- fbttl fhall & veP -■ e*fe, 
 Before thejrMaVer*s lace ;. 
 <p- e j r f ee( j (hall taffe tl : promises 
 In their exteefive grace. 
 fSAi'^l XXV. ver. k-:i TIi ; ."d pat 
 
 S^ort Metre. 
 Dr^«^ of foul; or, BhctfidfrnS anl J^'tla 
 1 ryr IMF. eyes and ra • de n 
 Are cvejrto the Lord* 
 
P SAL M S, $i 
 
 I love to plead his promis'd grace. 
 
 And reft upon his word. 
 a Turn, turn thee to my foul, 
 
 Bring thy falvation .near ; 
 When wilt thy hand affiii my feet 
 
 To 'feape the deadly fnare? 
 
 3 When fnall the fov*reign grace 
 
 Of my forgiving God. 
 Pi.eftore me from thole dang/rous ways 
 My wand'ring feet have trod S 
 
 4 The tumult of my thoughts 
 
 Do tn but enlarge my woe ; 
 My fpirit languiihes 7 .m:y heart 
 3s defolate ai.d low, 
 
 5 With every morning light 
 
 My fo-rrow new begins ) 
 Look on my anguiih and my pain , 
 Aj&d pardon all my fins. 
 
 P A U S £, 
 
 6 Behola, the hofts of helf ? 
 
 How cruel is their hate I 
 Agaiait nvy life they rife, and join. 
 "Jheir fury with dsceit. 
 
 7 Gkeep my foul from tTeaf&j 
 
 Nor put my hope to fliarne ;; 
 For I have placed my only trufe- 
 In my Pved earner's nanii. 
 § With bumbfe faith I wait 
 To fee thy face again £. 
 Of Ifra-Tit fhall ne'er be faitF, 
 Ife fought the Lord in vam- 
 
 ? S A L M SSVI. Long Metre, 
 
 Self-cx:imnidtici: - r , or,. Evidence? of graze, 
 
 £ fUDGC me, OLnrd 1 an dr prove my ways 7 
 J An4t£^ ia.v nias^aadtj^ uiy heart j 
 
52 r S A L M s. 
 
 My faith upon thy promife flays, 
 Nor from thy law my feet depart. 
 
 2 I hate to walk, I hate to fit, 
 
 With men of vanity and lies; 
 The fcoffer and the hypocrite 
 Are the abhorrence of mine eyes. 
 
 3 Amongft thy faints will I appear, 
 
 Array' d in robes cf innocence; 
 But when I ftand before thy bar, 
 The blood of Chrift is my defence. 
 
 4 I love thy habitation, Lord, 
 
 The temple where thine honours dwell ; 
 There mall I hear thy holy word, 
 And there thy works of wonder tell. 
 
 . Let not my foul be jois'd at 'aft 
 With men of treachery and blood, 
 Since I my days on earth have pais'd 
 Among the faints, and near my God. 
 
 PSALM XXVII. ver. i, 6. Firft part 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The church is our delight andjafety. 
 
 i 'THE Lore 1 of glory is my light, 
 And my falvation too ; 
 God is mv ftrength ; nor will I fear 
 What all my foes can do. 
 i 2 One privilege my heart defires ; 
 O grant me mine abode 
 Among the churches of thy faints, 
 The temples of my Cod ! 
 
 There mall I offer my requefts, 
 
 And fje thy beauty (Hli : 
 Shall hear thy meffages of love, 
 
 [And there enquire thy will. 
 ^n troi-bles rife, and ftorms appear, 
 There mav his children hitte ; 
 
PSALMS. 53 
 
 God has a ftrong pavilion, where 
 He makes my foul abide. 
 
 Now fkall my head be lifted high 
 
 Above my foes around, 
 And fongs of joy and vi&ory 
 
 Within thy temple found. 
 
 PSALM XXVII- ver. 8, 9, 13, 14. 
 Second part. Common Metre. 
 Prayer and hope. 
 gOON as I heard my Father fay, 
 
 " Ye children, feek my grace/'' 
 My heart reply'd without delay, 
 " Tllfeek my Father's face." 
 
 Let not thy face be hid from me, 
 
 Nor frown my foul away; 
 God of my life, I flee to thee 
 
 In a diftrefiing day. 
 
 Should frieuds and kindred near and dear 
 
 Leave me to want or die., 
 My God would make my life his care, 
 
 And all my need fupply. 
 My fainting fiefh had died with grief, 
 
 Had not my foal believed, 
 To fee thy gra.ce provide relief, 
 
 Nor was my hope deceived. 
 
 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling faints., 
 
 And keep your ceurage up ; 
 1 Ke'iJ raife your ipirit when it faints, 
 
 And far exceed your hope. 
 
 PSALM XXVIII. Long Metre. 
 
 God the refuge of the afflicted, 
 
 ~£Q thee, O Lord, I raKe my cries ; 
 My fervent prayer in mercy hear; 
 Tot ruin waits my trembling foul, 
 If thou refufe a gracious ear. 
 
54 PSALMS. 
 
 2 When fuppliant tow'rd thy holy hiiJ, 
 
 I lift my mournful hands to prav, 
 Afford thy grace, nor drive me (till 
 With impious hypocrites away. 
 
 3 To fons of falfehood, that dcfpUe 
 
 The works and wonders of thy reign, 
 Thy vengeance gives the due reward, 
 And finks their fouls to endlefs pain. 
 
 4 But ever bleffed be the Lord, 
 
 Whofe mercy hears my. mournful voice, 
 My heart, that trufted in his word, 
 In his falvation fossil rejoice. 
 
 5 Let every faint, in fore diftrefs, 
 
 By faith approach his Saviour God ; 
 Then grawt, © Lord, thy pardoning grace, 
 And feed thy church with heavenly food. 
 
 PSALM XXIX. Long Metre. 
 Storm and thunder. 
 
 1 QIVE to the Lord, ye fons of fame, 
 
 Give to the Lord renown and power, 
 Afcribe due honours to his name, 
 And his eternal might adore. 
 
 2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud 
 
 Thro' every ocean, every iand ; 
 His voice divides the wat'ry cloud 
 And lightnings blaze at his command, 
 
 3 He fpeaks, and tempeft, hail, and wind, 
 
 Lay the wide forefl bare around ; 
 
 The fearful hart and frighted hind, 
 
 Leap at the terror of the found 
 
 4 To Lebanon he turns his voice, 
 
 And, lo, the {lately cedars break ; 
 The mountains tremble at the noi c , 
 The vallies roar, the deferts quake. 
 
 5 The Lord fits fov'reign on the flood, 
 
 The Thund ; rer reijrns for ever King} 
 
V 3 A L M £ j£ 
 
 Bat makes his.charch his bled abode, 
 Where we his awful glories £»g. 
 6 In gentler hirrguage, there the Lord 
 The courdel of his grace imparts : 
 Anudft the raging ftorm, his wed 
 Speaks peace and courage to our hearts. 
 
 PSALM XXX. Firft part. Long Metre, 
 Skknefs hea/e.i, and forrozi's removed. 
 
 r I WILL extol thee, Lord, on high, 
 ' At thy command difea r es fly : 
 Who but a God can fpeak and fave 
 From the dark borders of the grave: 
 
 2 Sing to the Lord, ye faints, and prove 
 How large his grace, how kind his love ; 
 Let all your pow'is rejoice, and trace 
 The wond'rous records of his grace. 
 
 3 His anger bu£ a moment flays ; 
 
 His love is life and length of days ; 
 Though grief and tears the night employ, 
 The morning ftar restores the joy. 
 
 SALM XXX. ver. 6. Second part. Long Metre. 
 Health, ficknefs, and recovery. 
 pIRM was my health, my day was bright. 
 And I prelum' d 'twould ne'er be night ; 
 Fondly I faid within my heart-, 
 " Pleafure and peace fhali ne'er depart.'-' 
 But I forgot thine arm was ftrong. 
 Which made my mountain ftand fo long ; 
 Soon as thy face began to hide, 
 My health was gone, my eomforts died. 
 I cried aland to thee, mv God, 
 I What canfl thoa profit by my blood? 
 ** Deep in the duft can I declare 
 
 Thy truth, or ling thy goodr.efs there ? 
 
5& PSALMS. 
 
 I " Hear me, G God of grace, (I faid) 
 " And bring me from among the dead :'* 
 Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt, 
 Thy pard'ning lu/e removed my guilt. 
 
 5 My groans and tears, and forms of woe t 
 Are turned to joy and praifes now ; 
 I throw my fackcloth on the ground, 
 And ea-e and gladnefs gird ma round. 
 
 6 My tongue, the g'ory of my frame, 
 Shall ne'er be filent of thy name ; 
 
 Thy praife fhall found thro^ earth and heav'r 
 For •ficknefs heal'd, and fins forgiv'n. 
 
 PSALM XXXI. ver. 5, 13, — 19, 22, 23. 
 
 Fiat part. Common Metre. 
 
 Deirver&ice from death, 
 
 1 r jPO thee, O God of truth and love, 
 
 My fpiiit I commit j 
 Thou halt redeemed my foul from death, 
 And fav'd me from the pit. 
 
 2 Defpair and comfort, hope and fear, 
 
 Maintained a doubtful ft rife ; 
 ■ 'While forrow, pain, and fin, confpir'd 
 To take away my life. 
 
 3 " My time is in thy hand," I criec 
 
 " Though I draw near the dufi 
 Thou art the refuge where I hids, 
 The God in whohi I I 
 
 4 Oh make thy reconciled face 
 
 Upon thy fervai.t mine, 
 And lave me for thy mertoy's fal 
 For I'm entirely thine. 
 
 P A U S £■ 
 
 5 'Twas in my hafte my fpint faid, 
 
 " I muft defpair and die, 
 " I am cut off before thine eyes;" 
 Hut thou haft heard my cry. 
 
PSALMS. 57 
 
 6 Thy goodnefs how divinely free! 
 
 How fweet thy fmiling face, 
 To thofe that fear thy majefty, 
 And truft thy promised graee. 
 
 7 Oh love the Lord, all ye his faints, 
 
 And fing his praifes loud ; 
 He'll bend his ear to your complaints, 
 
 And recompence the proud. 
 PSALM XXXI. ver. 7, 33, n, 21. 
 Second part. Common Metre. 
 
 Deliverance frem flanier and reproach. 
 
 1 TyiY heart rejoices in thy name, 
 
 My God, myheav'nly truft ; 
 "Thou haft preferv'd me free from fhame, 
 Mine honour from the daft. 
 
 2 " My life is fpent with grief," I cried, 
 
 " My years confum'd in groans, 
 * k My i'trength decays, mine eyes are dried. 
 " And farrow waftes my boaes." 
 
 3 Among mine enemies my name 
 
 A proverb vile was grown, 
 While to my neighbours I became 
 Forgotten and unknown. 
 
 4 Slander and fear on every fide 
 
 Seiz'd and befet me round, 
 I to thy throne of grace applied, 
 And ipeedy refcue found- 
 
 P A V S L. 
 
 How great deliverance thou haft wrbuglrt 
 
 Before the ions of men 1 . 
 The lying lips to iilence brought, 
 
 And made their boafting vain ! 
 Thy children from the ftrife of tongue > 
 
 Shall thy pavilion hide, 
 Guard them from infamy and wrongs 
 
 And cruih the Ions of pride. 
 C % 
 
5'i PSALMS. 
 
 7 Within thy fecret prefence, Lord 7 
 Let me for ever dwell: 
 No fenced city, wali'd and barr'ci, 
 Secures a faint fo well. 
 
 P S A L M XXXII. Short Metre. 
 Forgivenefi of fins upon coufej/ior.. 
 
 1 0H blefied fouls are they 
 
 "Whole fins are covered o'er ! 
 Divinely blefs'd to whom the Lord 
 Imputes their guilt no more. 
 
 2 They mourn their follies paflr, 
 
 And keep their hearts with care, 
 Their lips and lives without deceit 
 Shall prove their faith fmcere. 
 
 3 While I concealed my guilt, 
 
 I fek the fcft'rihg 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 of deep -diilrefs 
 Is found in God alone. 
 
 PSALM XXXII. Common Metre 
 
 Free pardon and fvicere obedience; or, Confijjup 
 and forgive?iefs. 
 
 i LiOW blefs'd the man to whom his God 
 Ho more imputes his fin, 
 But wafli'd in the Redeemer's blood. 
 Hath made his garments clean ! 
 
 2 And blefl: beyond expreffion he 
 
 Who e debts are thus difcharg'd ; 
 While from the guilty bondage free 
 Pie feels his foul enlarged. 
 
 3 His fptrk hates deceit and lies^ 
 
 Ilk words are all fiacexe \ 
 
PSALMS. 5$> 
 
 He guards his heart, he guards his eyes. 
 To keep his confcience clear. 
 
 4 While I my inward guilt fupprefl, 
 
 No quiet could I find; 
 Thy wrath lay burning in my breaft, 
 And rack"*d msy tortur'd mind. 
 
 5 Then I cor.fefs'd my troubled thought", 
 
 My fee ret fms revealed, 
 Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faulty 
 Thy grace my pardon feal'd. 
 
 6 This Sball invite thy faints to praj ; 
 
 When, like a raging flood, 
 Temptations rife, our iirength and ftay 
 Is a forgiving God. 
 
 PSALM XXXII. Firft part. Long Metre- 
 
 Repentance end free pardon; or, Jtifiificrtion and 
 
 f.ir.Cirfrcation. 
 
 j T4l/ESS P D is the man, for ever b!e r s'd, 
 Whofe guilt is pardon'd^by his God,, 
 Whofe fins with fsrrcw are confefsM, 
 And covered with his Saviour's blood. 
 
 2 Before his judgment, feat the Lord 
 
 No more permits his crimes to rife : 
 He pleads no merit of reward, 
 
 And not en works, but grace, relic"- 
 v From guile his heart and lips are free. 
 His humble joy, his holy fear. 
 With deep repentance well agree. 
 And join to prove his faith f ncere. 
 4 How glorious is that rightecufnefs 
 That hides and cancels all his fins? 
 While a bright evidence of grace 
 
 Through all his life appears and fnines. 
 
60 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XXXII. Second part. Long Metre. 
 
 A guilty conference eafed by confejfton and pardon. 
 
 i "yyHILE I keep filence, and conceal 
 My heavy guiit within my heart, 
 What torments doth my conference feel \ 
 What agonies of inward fmart 1 
 
 2 I fpread my fins before the Lord, 
 
 And all my fecret faults confeis; 
 
 Thy gofpel fpeaks a pard'ning word, 
 
 Thine holy Spirit feals the grace. 
 
 3 For this fhall every humble foul 
 
 Make fwift addreffes to thy feat; 
 When floods of huge temptations roll, 
 There fhall'they find a blefs'd retreat. 
 
 4 How fafe beneath thy wings I lie, 
 
 When days grow dark, and ftorms appear !■ 
 And when I walk, thy watchful eye 
 Shall guide me fafe from ev'ry fnare. 
 
 PSALM XXXIII. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 
 Works of creation and prwider.ee. 
 
 J REJOICE, ye righteous, in the Lord, 
 This work belong? to you : 
 Sing of his name, his ways, his word, 
 How holy, juft, and true ! 
 
 2 Kis mercy and his righteoulhefs 
 
 Let heav'n and earth proclai 
 His works of nature and of 
 Reveal his wond'rous na 
 
 3 His word, with energy di 
 
 Thofe heav'nly arc 
 Bade ftarry hofts around them ihjne, 
 And light beav\n£ pe;- 
 
 4 He taught the 
 
 To fehi ... ted deep; 
 
P S A L M $>i £j 
 
 Bade raging leas their limits know, 
 And ftill their ftatibri keep. 
 5 Ye tenants of the fpacicus earth, 
 With fear before him ftand ; 
 He fpake, and nature took its birth ? 
 And refts on his command. 
 5 He fcorns the angry nations' rage, 
 And breaks their vain cefigns ; 
 His counfei ftands through ev'ry age,. 
 And in full glory fhines, 
 
 'SALIVI XXXIII. Second part. CommoirMerp?,- 
 Creatures vain, and God all-fufficient. 
 J^LESS'D fs the nation where tbe Lord 
 
 Hath fix'd his gracious throne: 
 Where he reveals his heav'nly word 
 
 And calls their tribes his own. 
 His eye, with infinite furvey, 
 
 Does the whole world behold j 
 He form'd us ali of equal clav ; 
 
 And knows our feeble mould. 
 Kings are not refcu/d by tbe force 
 
 Oi" armies from the grave ; 
 Nor fpeed nor courage of an horfe 
 
 Can his bold rider lave. 
 Fain is the hrength of beafts or men, 
 
 Nor fprings our fafety thence ; 
 5ut holy fouls from God obtain 
 
 A ilrong and fure defence. 
 3od is their fear, and God their truft ; 
 
 When plagues or famine fpread, 
 lis watchful eye fecures the Jaft 
 
 Among ten thoufand dead/ 
 ■ord, let our hearts in thee rejoJct, 
 
 And blefs us from thy throiJe ' 
 or we have made thy word our choice, 
 
 And truft thy grace alone. 
 
'-. 
 
 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XXXIII. As the 113th Pfafin. Firft part 
 
 Works of creation and providence. 
 
 t VE holy fouls j in G^d rejoice, 
 
 Your Maker's praife becomes your veice, 
 Great is your theme, your fangs be new ; 
 
 Sing of his name, his -v/ord, his ways, 
 His works of natcir, and of grace, 
 How wi e and hoivy.iufi and true ] 
 
 2 Behold, to earth's remoteft ends 
 
 Ills goodnefs flows, his truth extends; 
 
 His pow'r the h-?\ '*.:;/ arches ipread ; 
 His word, ^. iih energy divine, 
 Bade ftarr* holts around them fnine, 
 
 And light the circling heavens pervade, 
 
 3 His hand collets the flowing feas ; 
 Thole wat'ry tjreafures know their place. 
 
 And fill the ftore-boufe of the deep : 
 . He fpake, and gave all nature birth; 
 And tire": and feas, and heav'u and earth. 
 His everlafting orders keep. 
 
 4 Let mortals tremble -and adore 
 A God of fuch refiftlefs pow'r ; 
 
 Nor i\x;z indulge their feeble rage 
 Vain are your the'ts, and weak your hands, 
 - B".t his eternal counfel Hands-, 
 
 And rules the world from age to age. 
 
 P SALM XXXIIL As the- J 13th F 
 
 Sace&d part. , 
 
 C> eatures varn^ 0$H Cod dl-fwju 
 ! (jH hspy uavl the Lord 
 
 Reveals the treafiirt of his word, 
 And buiid* his church, Ids earthly thronej 
 His eye the heathen world furvey-. 
 He fot m'd their hearts, he knows Iheir -vayj;; 
 But CJpd t'jjir maMr is unknayji. 
 
P S A L M 3, 63 
 
 a Let kings rely upon their heir, 
 
 And of his ftrength the champion boaft ; 
 
 In vain they boafr, in vain rety ; 
 
 In vain we truft the brutal force, 
 
 Or ipeed, or courage of an hprfe, 
 
 To guard his rider, or to fly, 
 
 \\ The arm of our almighty Lord ; 
 
 Doth more fee u re defence afford; " 
 
 When deaths, or dangers threat'nia? "and I 
 Thy watchful eje preferves the juf, 
 Who make thy name their -fea-r and trail 
 "When wars or famine -wait 3 the kind. 
 In fickneis, or the b£ood.y-£eid ; 
 Our great Pbyileiaaaed our Shield 
 
 Shall lead falvation from his throne 5 
 We-wait to fee thy goodnefs mine ; * 
 Let us rejoice in help divine, 
 
 For all our hope is God -alone. -'- 
 
 SALM XXXI V,-~Fk& part. Long Met--, 
 :Fs care of the fahits ; or, Deliverance by prayer-, 
 LORD, Twill blefs the -all my days"/ ..' 
 
 Thy praife ihalf dwell upon mv tongu- : 
 My ibul ft all glory in thy "g race - " 
 
 Wh3e faints rejeiee to fear the loatr. 
 Come,'- magnify the Lord with me, 
 
 Let evVy heart exalc his name ; 
 I fought- th ? eternal, God, and he 
 
 Has not exposed my hope to ihame. 
 ptold him all my feeret grief, 
 
 My fecret.groaning reached his ear ; 
 rle gave -my inward pains relief, 
 
 And calm'd die tumult of my fears. 
 Fo him the poor lift up their eve-, . 
 
 With heavmly joy their face? ibine, 
 i beans of mercy from the ikies 
 
 Fills them- with ligft* and 'love tG*is©* 
 
54. PSALMS. 
 
 5 His holy angels pitch their tents 
 
 Around the men that ferve the Lord ; 
 Oh fear and iove him, all his faints, 
 Tafte of his grace, and truft his word. 
 
 6 The wild young lions, piuch'd with pain 
 
 And hunger, roar through all the wood ; 
 Bet iu»ne (hall feek the Lord in vain, 
 Nor want fuppiies of real good. 
 
 PS ALM XXXIV. ver. n, 22. Second part. 
 Long Metre. 
 
 • Religious edziat ion; or 5 Inftruciion of piety. 
 
 i PHILDREN, in years.and knowledge young, 
 Your parent*' hope, > our parents' joy, 
 Attend the couafels of my tongue. 
 
 Let pious thoughts your minds employ. 
 
 2 If you deSre a length of" days, 
 
 And peacej to crown your mortal fratc, 
 Reftrain your feet from impious ways. 
 Your lips from ilanoer and deceit. 
 3 ,The eyes of God regard his faints, 
 His ears are open to their ciie--;; 
 iie lets his, iVovy.ning face againft 
 The funs of violence and lies. 
 
 • To huaihile iV.-.k and broken hearts 
 
 God with his gna<££ is ever nigh ; 
 Pardon and hope 1 1 i s lave imparts, 
 "When afen in deep contrition lie. 
 5 He tells their tears, he counts their groans. 
 His Son redeems their fouls from death., 
 His Spirit heals their broken bones, 
 
 His praife employs their tuneful breath. 
 
 PSALM XXXIV. *>■?•>: i,— io. Firft part. 
 Common Metre. 
 Prayer an J pr j,rfe for eminent deliverance* 
 \ I'LL blefs tlvr Lord from day to day. 
 osv yood are all hi • \xayt '■ 
 
PSALMS. 6$ 
 
 \ Ye humble fouls that ufe to pray, 
 Come, help my lips to praife. 
 
 2 Sing to the honour of his name, 
 
 How a poor fuff 'rer cry'd, 
 Nor was his hope expos'd to ihame, 
 Nor was his fuit deny'd. 
 
 3 When threatening forrows round me Hood, 
 
 And endlefs fears arofe, 
 Like the loud billows of a flood, 
 
 E.edoubiing all my woes : 
 I tnld the Lord my fore diftrefs, 
 
 With heavy groans and tears : 
 He gave my (harped torments eafe, 
 
 And illenc'd all my fears. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 O finners, come and tafle his love, 
 
 Come, learn his pleaiant ways, 
 And let your own experience prove 
 
 The fweetnefs of his grace. 
 He bids the angels pitch their tents 
 
 Hound where his children dwell : 
 What ills their heavenly care prevents 
 
 No earthly tongue can tell.] 
 
 ! O love the Lord, ye faints of his J 
 
 His eye regards the juft ! 
 Hoy/ richly bleft their portion is 
 
 Who make the Lord their trull ! 
 
 Young lions, p in ch'd with hunger, rear, 
 
 And iamifh in the wood: 
 E.-t GJod fnpplies his holy poor 
 
 \7 ith ey'ry needful good.] 
 
 S A L M XXXIV. ver. 1 r, 21, Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 Exhortation to peace and lollnefs. 
 QOME, children, learn to fear the Lord, 
 And that your days be long, 
 
66 P 6 A L M S. 
 
 Let not a falfe or fpiteful word 
 Be found upon your tongue. 
 
 2 Depart from ruifchief, praetife lov-e. 
 
 Purfne the works of peace; 
 So fliail the Lord your ways approve, 
 And fet your fouls at eafe. 
 
 3 His eyes awake to guard the j air, 
 
 His ears attend their cry: 
 When broken fpirits dwell in duft, 
 The God of grace is nigh. 
 
 4 What though the forrows here they tafls 
 
 Are fnarp and tedious too, 
 The Lord, that faves them all at laft, 
 Is their fupporter now, 
 
 5 Evil fnall fmite the wicked dead; 
 
 But God fe cures his own, 
 Prevents the mi chief when they Aide, 
 Or heals the broken bone. 
 
 6 When defolation, like a flood, 
 
 O'er the proud finner rolls, 
 Saints find a refuge in their God 7 
 For he redeemed their fouls. 
 
 PSALM XXXV. ver. 12, r3, 14. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 L9V e to enemies ; 01*, The love of Cbriji to fianers 
 typified in David. 
 
 1 gEHOLD the love, the gen'rous love, 
 
 That boly David mows : 
 Behold his kind companion move 
 For his afflicted foes ! 
 
 2 When they are fick his foul complains, 
 
 And feeras to feel the fmart ; 
 Tne fbirit of the gofpel reigns, 
 And melts his pious heart. 
 
 3 How d.d his flowing tears condole, 
 
 As for a brother dead ! 
 
P S A L M 3 c 67 
 
 And fafting, mortifyM bis fen], 
 While for their life he pray'd, 
 
 4 They groan'd, and enrs'd him on their bed. 
 Yet ftill he pleads and mourns; 
 
 And double bleffings on his head 
 The righteous God returns. 
 
 5 O glorious type of heavenly grace ! 
 Thus Chrift the Lord appears ; 
 
 While llnners curfe., the Saviour prays 3 
 And pities them with tears. 
 
 6 He, the true David, Ifra'i's King, 
 Bie:Vd and belovM of God, 
 
 To fave us rebels dead in fin 
 Pay'd his own deareft blood, 
 
 PSALM XXXVI. ver. 5, 9. Long Metre* 
 
 yfbe perfections and providence of God ; or, Gen' 
 era! providence and f fecial grace. 
 
 1 J^IGH in the heav'ns, eternal God, 
 Thy goodnefs in full glory fhines j 
 
 Thy truth fhali break through ev'ry cloud 
 That veils and darkens thy defigns. 
 
 2 For ever firm thy juftice ftands, 
 As mountains their foundations keep; 
 
 Wife are the wonders of thy hands, 
 Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 
 
 3 Thy providence is kind and large, 
 Both man and beail thy bounty (hare ; 
 
 The whole creation is thy charge, 
 But faints are thy peculiar care. 
 % My God ! how excellent thy grace, 
 
 Whence all our hope and comfort fpvings 3 
 
 The fons of Adam in diftrefs 
 Fly to the fhadow of thy wings. 
 
 5 From the proviilons of thy houfe 
 We mall be fed with ftreet repaft j 
 
6S PSALMS, 
 
 There merey, like a river, flows, 
 And brintt falvation to oar tafte. 
 
 6 Life, like a fountain rich and free, 
 
 Springs from the prefence of my Lord; 
 And in thy light our fouls fliall fee 
 The glories promis'd in thy word. 
 
 PSALM XXXVI. ver. i, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 Practical atheifm expcfed ; or, The being and at- 
 tributes of God averted, 
 i "^yHILE men grow bold in wicked ways, 
 And yet a God they own, 
 My heart within me often fays, 
 " Their thoughts believe there's none.'* 
 
 2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare, 
 
 (Whate'er their lips profefs) 
 God hath no wrath for them to fear, 
 Nor will they feek his grace. 
 
 3 How ftrange felf-flatt'ry b'incb their eyes* 
 
 But there's a haft'niug hour 
 When they fliall fee, with fore furprife., 
 The terrors of thy pow'r. v - 
 
 4 Thy juftice mail maintain its throne, 
 
 Though mountains melt awa;> ; 
 Thy judgments are a world unknown, 
 A deep unfathom'd lea. 
 
 5 Above thefe heav'ns' created rounds, 
 
 Thy mercy, Lord, extend ; 
 Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds 
 Where time and nahve e 
 
 6 Safety to ma:! thy . i°£ s > 
 
 Nor ovei looks the fc 
 Beneath ■ ngs 
 
 Thy children chuie to tq-H. 
 [7 From run lowj 
 
 And 
 
P S A L M S. 
 
 Perpetual fprings of life fcall Sow, 
 
 And raife our pleafures high. 
 
 8 Though all created light decay, 
 
 And death clofe up our eyesj 
 
 Thy prefence makes eternal day. 
 
 Where clouds can never rife.] 
 
 PSALM XXXVI. ver.i,_ 7 . Short Metre. 
 'he -wickedneSs ef man, and the majejh oS Got: or, 
 Pra&ical afheifm expoSed. 
 ■\YHEN man grows bold in fe 
 My heart within me cries ' 
 
 u e J* th r "° falth ° f G ° d With&-, 
 
 Nor fear before his eyes/-" 
 He walks a while conceai'd 
 In a felf-flatering dream, 
 Till his dark crimes, at once rsveal'd. 
 
 Expose his hateful name.] 
 Mis heart is falfe and foul, 
 
 His words are fmooth and fair • 
 BSfdom is banifh'd from his foul! 
 And leaves no gocdnefs there. - 
 le plots upon his bed 
 New mischiefs to fulfil ; 
 |fets his- heart, and hand; and bead 
 To practife all that's ill. " ' 
 
 at there's a dreadful God/ 
 Though men renounce his fea~- 
 ^J^ice, hid behind the cloud, 
 pill one great day appear. 
 4 truth tranfcends the ikv, 
 Tn heav'r. his mercies dwe" • 
 ep as the f ea bis judgments Iv, 
 ms anger burns to hell, 
 w excellent his love, 
 Whence ail our fzfetv fprjisgs ! 
 
 6 9 
 
j.j p S ft t M •• 
 
 O never let my foul remove 
 From underneath his wings ! 
 P S A L M XXXVII. ver. i.— ij. Firft part 
 
 Common Metre. 
 The cure of env T ,frctj ■ tnbiliefiri 
 
 The re -a. iris of t 
 
 'Y HY ! ^ ould x vex m ^ fgu1, and iiet 
 
 To fee the Wicked rife ? 
 Or envy fwroers waxing g;eat 
 By violence &B<i lie"? 
 2 As ftaw'ry grak, cut down at noon, 
 Before't'e evV 
 Softia vanUhsfoon 
 
 In everl^ing fhaies- 
 a Then let me I on! my trail, 
 
 ° And pra&ife all that's gone; 
 So ihuii 1 dwell among the juit, 
 And he'll provide me iood. 
 4 I to my God my ways toramir, 
 And' chearfral wait his will : 
 Thy hand, which guides ray doultful feet,, 
 Shall my denies fulfil. 
 5 Mine innocence fhalt thou difplay, 
 And make thy judgments known, 
 Fair as the iight?o£ dawning day, 
 And glorious as the noon. 
 ( The meek at laft the earth pofiefr, 
 Avd are. the hei-s of heav'n ; 
 True riches, with abundant peace, 
 To humbie fouls are gjv*n. 
 
 PAUSE- - 
 
 7 Red: in the Lord, and :eep his way* 
 Nor let vour angev rife, 
 Though providence Ihouidlong delay; 
 Topuuiui haughty vice. 
 3 Let fnners join to break your peace t 
 And plot,, iaadrage, aad u 
 
psalms. 7r 
 
 The Lord derides them, for he fees 
 Their day of vengeance come. 
 ) They hare drawn out the threatening fword, 
 Have bent the raurd'rous bow, 
 To Hay the men that fear the Lord, 
 Aad bring the righteous low, 
 o My God ihalJ break their bows, and burn 
 | ; Their perfecuting darts ; 
 Shall their own fwords againft them turn, 
 And pierce their ftuhborn hearts. 
 
 PSALM XXXVII. ver. 16, 21, 26, ?r. 
 
 Second part. Common Metre. 
 irziy to tb^cor; or, Religiovm words and I. c is 
 \yHY do the wealthy wicked boafr, 
 
 And grow profanely bold * 
 Th? n^aneft portion of tbejuft, 
 
 Excels the finners' gold. 
 The wicked borrows of his friends, 
 
 But ne*sr designs to pay; 
 The faint u merciful, and lendi ? 
 
 Nor turns the poor awav, 
 Bis alms, with liberal hearr, he ^ves 
 
 Amongft the ions of need ;. 
 
 i" mem*rV to Jong ages live? 
 nd b'eiied is his ?eed. 
 3is lips abhor to tilk profane, 
 
 To -dander or defraud; 
 m ready tongue declares to men* 
 
 What he has learned of God. 
 "he law andtgafpeS of the Lord 
 
 Deep in bis heart abide 5 
 -ed by the Sprit and the V/wdL 
 
 riis feet (hall never hide. 
 
 k<i W« fal£, thetighitcotiiml 
 
 Pve fervid £ 
 
 atvom sv'rv :hare 
 
7 2 r S A L M S. 
 
 They mail poffefs the promis'd land, 
 And dwell for ever there. 
 
 PSALM XXXVII. ver. 23, — 37- ™i rd P art - 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The -way and end of the righteous and wicked. 
 
 1 ft/IY God, the fteps of pious men 
 
 Are order'd by thy will; 
 Though they mould fall, they rife again, 
 Thy hand fupports them ft ill. 
 
 2 The Lord delights to fee their ways, 
 
 Their virtue he approve?. ; 
 He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace, 
 Nor leave the men he loves, 
 a The heav'nly heritage is theirs, 
 
 Their portion and their home; ^ 
 
 He feafts them now, and makes them ueirs 
 Of bleflings long to come. 
 4 Wait on the Lord, ye fons of men, 
 Nor fear when tyrants frown ; 
 Ye (hail confefs their pride was vain, 
 When juftice calls them down- 
 
 PAPS E. 
 
 5 The haughty firmer have I feen, 
 
 Not fearing man nor God, 
 Like a tall bay-tree, fair and green, 
 Spreading his arms abroad. 
 
 6 And, lo, he vaniih'd from the ground, 
 
 Deftro >'M bv hands unfeen ; 
 N or rooti nor branch, nor leaf, was found, 
 Where all that pride had been. 
 
 7 But mark the man of righteoufnefs, 
 
 His fev'rnl fteps attend; 
 True pleafiire runs through all his ways, 
 peaceful is his end. 
 
PSALMS. 73 
 
 PSALM XXXVIII. Common Metre, 
 
 Guilt of conference and relief ; or, Repentance and 
 
 prayer for pardon and health. 
 I AMIDST thy wrath remember love, 
 Reftore thy fervant, Lord ; 
 Nor let a Father's chaft'ning prove 
 Like an avenger's fword. 
 I Thine arrows (tick within my heart, 
 My flefh is forely prefs'd ; 
 Between the forrow and the fmart 
 My fpirit finds no reft. 
 ', My fins a heavy load appear, 
 And o'er my head are gone ; 
 Too heavy they for me to beaiy 
 Too hard for me t'atone. 
 i My thoughts are like a troubled fea, 
 That finks my comforts down ; 
 And I go mourning all the day 
 Beneath my Father's frown. 
 Lord, I am weaken'd and difrnay'd, 
 
 None of my powers are whole ; 
 My wounds with piercing anguiih b!eed s 
 
 The anguifti of my foul. 
 All mv defires to thee are known, 
 
 Thine eye counts every tear, 
 And ev'ry figh, and ev'ry groan, 
 
 Is notie'd by thine ear. 
 Thou art my God, my only hope, 
 
 My God will hear my cry ; 
 My God will bear my fpirit up 
 
 When Satan bids me die. 
 My foes rejoice whene'er I fiide>. 
 
 To fee my virtue- fail ; 
 They raife their pleafiire and their pride 
 Whene'er their Aviles prevail. 
 
74 r S ALMS. 
 
 9 But I'll confefs my guiky ways, 
 
 And grieve for all my hu ; 
 I'll mourn how. weak the feeds of .grace', 
 
 And ~>eg fapport divine. 
 id My God forgive my follies pair. 
 
 And be for ever nigh, 
 O Lord of my la! vat ion hafte, 
 
 Before thy fervant die.] 
 
 P S A L M XXXIX. ver. I, 2, 3. 
 Firlt part. Common Metre. 
 
 Watchfuhtefs 9Tier the to.-.pjc ; or, Pr.i.ic-nce atfi 
 
 Z6 d. 
 I HPHUS I refolvVi oei'jre the Lord, 
 11 Now will I watch iny ton'gne, 
 4< Left I let flip one fmfal word, 
 " Or do my neighbour wrong." 
 
 z Whene'er eonftrain'd a while to Hay 
 With men of life profane, 
 I'll fet a double guard that day, 
 Nor let my talk be vain. 
 * 1^11 fcarce allow my lips to fpeak 
 The piom, thought-; I feel, 
 Left feoifers ihould tK 9 eccaficn take 
 To meek my holy zeal. 
 A Yet if fome proper hour appear, 
 I'll not be overawV., 
 tiitki > -offing bmcr hear 
 That we c . speak for God. 
 
 T 3 A L M XX>UX. ver. 4, 5. 6, 7- 
 
 Second part. Common Metre. 
 
 Tte vanity of nun as &:ortnl. 
 i TEACH me the meafnre of my day 
 x Thou Make 1 oi my frame ; 
 I would furvtjyi'if^uiarrow fpc.ee 
 A::d learn ho.v trail I am 
 
P S A L M S. 75 
 
 2 A fpan is all that we can boall, 
 
 An inch or two of ■ime ; 
 Man is but vanity and duit 
 In all his flower and prime. 
 
 3 See the vain '■ace of mortals move- 
 
 Like ihadows .Ver the plain ; 
 They rage and drive, defire and love, 
 But all the noife is vain. 
 
 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy fiiow, 
 
 Some dig for golden ore, 
 They toil for heks, they know not v/hc, 
 And ftraight are feea no more. 
 
 5 "What fhould I wifh or wait for then 
 
 From creatures, earth, and duit? 
 They make our expeftaticns vain, 
 And difappoint our trull. 
 
 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,. 
 
 My fond de fires recall : 
 I give ray mortal interefl up, 
 And make my God my all. 
 
 PSALM XXXIX- ver. 9,-13. Third part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Sick-bed devotion; or, Pleading without repining* 
 
 1 (~LOD of my life, look gently down, 
 
 Behold the pains I feel; 
 Bat I am dumb before thy throne, 
 Nor dare difpute thy \i\\\. 
 
 2 Difeafes are thy fervants, Lord, 
 They come at thy command ; 
 
 I'll not attempt a rn-urrr/ring word 
 Againft thy ch 21 fining hand. 
 
 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, 
 Remove thy fharp rebukes : 
 
 My ilreugth confumes, my fpirit dies, 
 Through thy repeated ftrckes. 
 
76 PSALMS. 
 
 4 Crufh'd as a moth beneath thy hand, 
 
 We moulder to the duft : 
 Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, 
 And all our beauty's loft. 
 
 5 I'm but a ftranger here below, 
 
 As all my fathers were ; 
 May I be well prepared to go, 
 When I thy fummons hear ! 
 
 6 But if my life be fpar'd a while 
 
 Before my laft remove, 
 Thy praife fhall be ray bus'nefs flill, 
 And I'll declare thy love. 
 
 PSALM XL. ver. i, 2, 3, 5, 17- Firft part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Afong of deliverance from great diflrefs. 
 
 1 J WAITED patient for the Lord, 
 
 He bow'd to hear my cry ; 
 
 He faw me refting on his word, 
 
 And brought falvation High. 
 
 2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit, 
 
 Where mourning long I lay, 
 And from my bonds releas'd my feet, 
 Deep bonds of miry clay. 
 
 3 Firm on a rock he made me ftand, 
 
 And taught my chearful tongue 
 To praife the wonders of his hand, 
 In a new thankful fong. 
 
 4 I'll fpread his works of grace abroad ; 
 
 The faints with joy fhall hear, 
 And fmners learn to make my God 
 Their only hope and fear. 
 -5 How many are thy thoughts of Jove; 
 Thy mercies, Lord, how great ! 
 We have not words nor hours enough 
 Their numbers to repeat. 
 
PSALMS. 77 
 
 7 When Ym afflifted, poor and low, 
 
 And light and peace depart, 
 
 My God beholds my heavy woe, 
 
 And bears me on his heart. 
 
 PSALM XL. ver. 6,-9. Second part, 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The incarnation and facrifiee of Chriji. 
 
 1 T;HUS faith the Lord, " Your work is vain, 
 
 44 Give your burnt-offerings o'er r 
 44 In dying goats and bullocks flain 
 44 My foul delights no move." 
 
 2 Then fpake the Saviour, "Lo, Vm here, 
 
 " My God, to do thy will ; 
 44 What/e'er thv facred books declare, 
 44 THy fervantfeall fulfil. 
 
 3 " Th^ love is ever in my fight, 
 
 "A keep it near my heart ; 
 44 Mine eyes are open'd with delight 
 44 To wh&t thy lips impart." 
 
 4 And lee \ the blefs'd Redeemer comes ! 
 
 Th' e rernal Son appears, 
 And at th' appointed time allures 
 The body God prepares. 
 
 5 Much he reveaPd his Father's grace, 
 
 And much his truth he fhew'd, 
 And pfeach'd the -way of righteoufnefs 
 
 Where great aiTemblie-s flood. 
 His Father's honour touched his heart j 
 
 He pitied linners' cries, 
 And to fulfil a Saviour's part 
 
 Was made a facrifiee. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 No blood of beafts en altars Ihed 
 Could walh the conference clean, 
 
 But the rich facrifiee he paid 
 Atones for all our fin. 
 
78 PSALMS. 
 
 S Then was the great faKation fpread, 
 And Satan's kingdom Ihook ; 
 Thus by the woman's promis'd feed 
 The ferpent's head was brok«. 
 
 ? S A L M XL. ver. 5,—^. Long Metre. 
 C'.-r/Q c :> r facrijice. 
 
 1 T.'CE wonder:-;, Lord, thy love has wrought, 
 
 Exceed our praii'e, furmount our thought ; 
 Should I attempt the long detail, 
 My fpeech would faint, my numbers fail. 
 
 2 No blood of beaft~, on altars fpilt, 
 
 Can clean fe the fouls of men from guilt ; 
 But thou haft r et before our eyes 
 An all -fufacient facrifice. 
 
 3 Lo ! thine eternal Son appears, 
 To thy defigus he bows his ears, 
 Affumes a body well prepared, 
 And well performs a work fo hard. 
 
 4 " Be -old I come/' the Saviour criers, 
 With love and duty in his eyes; 
 
 " I come to bear the heavy load 
 
 li Of fins, and do thy will, my God. 
 
 5 " 'Tis written in thy great decree, 
 " 'Tis in thy book foretold of me ; 
 tl I miift fulfil the Saviour's part, 
 
 11 And, lo 1 thy lja-w is in my heart. 
 
 6 lt I'il magnify th- holy law, 
 
 u And rebels to obedience draw, 
 u When on my c'rofs I'm lifted high, 
 " Or to my ciown nbov.e the flcy. 
 
 7 " The Spirit fcall defcend and (how 
 
 " What thou hail done, and what I do ; 
 
 11 The wond'ring world (ball learn thy grace, 
 
 " And ail creation tune thy praife." 
 
p s a l, m a. 79 
 
 1 S A L M XLI. ver. r, 2, 3. Long Metre 
 Charity to the poor , or, -P/Vv fa the affirmed. 
 "nLESS'D is the man whofe breaii can r;.o vc 
 
 And melt with pity to the poor, 
 Whofe foul, by fympath&ziag love, 
 Feels what his fellow-faints endure. 
 ! His heart contrive? far their relief 
 
 More good than his own hands can 60 , 
 He, in the time of gen'ral grief, 
 Shall find the Lord has mercy too- 
 ; His foul mail live fecure on earth,- 
 With fecret bleniogs on his head, 
 When drought, and pejffcilen.ee, and dear;!.. 
 Around him multiply their dead. 
 
 J Or if he languilli on his couch, 
 
 God will pronounce his fins forgiv'tf, 
 Will fave him with a healing touch, 
 Or take his willing foul to heav'ri. 
 
 PSALM XLII. ver. 1,-9. Firft part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 pefertien and hope ; or, Complaint cf cbfincc 
 
 fr 5 m p v b lie m rjh ip . 
 I TyiTH earneil longings of the mind, 
 My God, to thee I look ; 
 So pants the hunted hart to nncl 
 And taire the cooling brook. 
 X When mall I fee thy courts of grace, 
 And meet my God again \ • 
 So long an ab fence from thy face 
 
 My heart endures with pain. 
 Temptations vex ray weary foul, 
 
 And tears are my repaft ; 
 The foe infults without controul, 
 
 <■• And Where's your God at laft?" 
 'Tis with a mournful plcafare now 
 I think on ancient days ; 
 
80 PSALMS. 
 
 Then to thy houfe did numbers go. 
 And all our work was praife. 
 
 5 But why, my foul, funk down fo far 
 
 Beneath this heavy load? 
 
 My fpirit why indulge defpair, 
 
 And fin againft my God ? 
 
 6 Hope in the Lord, whofc mighty hand 
 
 Can all thy woes remove", 
 Far I fhall yet before him ftand, 
 And fing reftoring love. 
 
 PSALM XLII. ver. 6,— -ii. Second part 
 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Melancholy thoughts reproved; or, Hope in af 
 
 fiiahr:. 
 
 1 fy\Y Spirit finks within me, Lord, 
 
 But I will call thy name to mind, 
 And times of paft diftrefs record, 
 
 When I have found my God was kind. 
 
 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous nolle, 
 
 Swell like a fea, and round me fpread j 
 The rifing waves drown all my joys, 
 And roll tremendous o'er my head. 
 
 3 Yet will the Lord command his love, 
 
 When I addrefs his throne by day, 
 Nor in the night his grace remove ; 
 The night fhall hear me fing and pray. 
 
 4 I'll caft myfelf before his feet, 
 
 And fay, " My God, my heavenly Rock, 
 " Why doth thy love fo long forget 
 
 " The foul that greans beneath thyftroke?/ 
 
 5 I'll chide my heart that finks fo low ; 
 
 Why fnouid my foul indulge her grief? 
 Hope in the Lord, and praiie him too; 
 
 He is my reft, my fure relief. 
 My God, my moll exceeding joy, 
 
 Thy light and truth fhall guide me {till, 
 
PSALMS. 8 1 
 
 Thy word fnall my belt thoughts employ, 
 And lead me to thine heavenly hill, 
 
 P S A L M XLTII- Common Metre. 
 
 S.ifety in divine protection. 
 
 JUDGE me, O God, and plead my caufe, 
 
 J Againft a finful race ; 
 
 Fronji vile opprejlion and deceit 
 
 Secure me by thy grace. 
 ! Oi thee my ftedfaft hope depends, 
 
 And am I left to mourn ? 
 To fink in forrow^, and in vain 
 
 Implore thy kind return? 
 
 \ Oh fend thy light to guide my feet, 
 And bid thy truth appear, 
 Condu;! rae to thy holy hill, 
 Tj taffe thy mercies there. 
 i Then to thy altar, oh, ray God, 
 My joyful feet {hall rife, 
 And my triumphant longs 'hall p-aife 
 The'God that rules the fkies. 
 5 Sink not, my foul, beneath thy fear, 
 Nor yie!a to weak defpair ; 
 For I fnall live to praife the Lord, 
 And biefs his guardian care. 
 
 PSALM ZMLIV. ver. i, 2, 3, 8, 15.— 26. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The church's complaint in persecution. 
 
 T^OE/D, we have heard thy works of b/d, 
 
 Thy works of pow'r and grace, 
 When to our ears our fathers told 
 
 The wonders of their days : 
 They faw thy beauteous churches rife, 
 
 The fpreading gofpel run ; 
 While light and glory from the fkies 
 
 Through ail their temples fhone. D 2 
 
82 PSALMS. 
 
 Z In God they bonOed all the day. 
 And m a cheerful throng 
 Did thou r ands meet to praife and pray. 
 And grace -was all their fong. 
 
 4 I>ut now our fouls are feizM with fhame. 
 
 Confufion fills our face, 
 To hear the enemy blafpheme, 
 And fools reproach thy grace. 
 
 5 Yet have we not forgot our God, 
 
 Nor falfely dealt with heaven ; 
 Nor have our fteps declined the road 
 Of duty thou haitgiv'n, 
 
 6 Though dragons allaround us roar, 
 
 With their deftrucnve breath, . 
 And thine own hand has bruis'd us fore, 
 Hard by the gates of death. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 We are exposed all day to die, 
 
 As martyrs for thy name ; 
 As iheep for flaughter bound we lie, 
 And wait the kindling fiame. 
 
 8 Awake, arife, almighty Lord, 
 
 Why fleeps thy wonted grace ? 
 Why mould we feera like men abhor r*d, 
 Or banilh'd from thy face. 
 
 9 Wilt thou for ever caft us oil", 
 
 And ftill Aegleft our cries? 
 For ever hide thine heavenly love 
 From our afllifted eyes -2 
 
 bo Down to the duft our foul is bow'd; 
 And dies upon the ground ; 
 Rife for our help, rebuke the proud, 
 And all their powers confound. 
 II Redeem us from perpetual fhame, 
 Our Saviour and our God ; 
 We plead the honours of thy name, 
 The merits of thy blood. 
 
P S A L -M r S. 5; 
 
 PSALM XLV. Short Metre. 
 
 The glory of Chrifi ; the fuccefs of the gofpa '.% 
 • and the Gentile church. 
 
 yif Saviour^md my "King, 
 
 Thy beauties are divine ; 
 Thy lips with bleffings overflow^ 
 And ev f ry grace is thine. 
 S Now make thy glory known, 
 Gird on thy dreadful fword, 
 And rife in majefty to fpread 
 The conqueils.of thy word. 
 \ Strike through thy ftubborn foes, 
 Or make their hearts obey, 
 While julKce, meeknefs, grace, and truth, 
 Attend thy glorious way. 
 \ Thy laws, O God, are right, 
 Thy throne fhall ever (land j 
 And thy vicarious gofpel prove 
 A fceptre in thy hand. 
 
 5 Thy Father and thy God 
 
 Hath without meafare flied 
 
 Kls Spirit, like a grateful oil, 
 
 T' anoint thy facred head.] 
 
 6 Behold, at thy right hand 
 
 The Gentile- charch is feen, 
 A beauteous bride, in rich attire. 
 
 And princes guard the queen, j 
 Fair bride, receive his love, 
 
 Forget thy father's houfe.j 
 Forfake thy gods, thy idol gods, 
 
 And pay thy Lord thy vows. 
 ! Oh let thy God and King 
 
 Thy fweeteft thoughts -employ ; 
 ; Thy children fhall his honour fing, 
 
 And tafte the heav'nlv ioy. 
 
84 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM XLV. Common Metre. 
 The perfonal glories and government of Cbrift. 
 
 i J'LL fpeak the honours of my King, 
 His form divinely fair : 
 None of the fons of mortal race 
 May with the Lord compare. 
 
 2 Sweet is thy fpeech, and heav'nly graee, 
 
 Upon thy lips is toed ; 
 Thy God with bleffings infinite 
 Hath crown'4 thy facred head. 
 
 3 Gird on thy fword, victorious prince, 
 
 Ride with muje{tie fway; 
 Thy terror mall flxike through thy foes, 
 And make the world obey. 
 
 4 Thy throne, O God, for ever {lands, 
 
 Thy word of grace fhall prove 
 A peaceful fceptre in thy hands, 
 To rule thy faints by iu tfe. 
 
 3 Juftiee and truth attend thee fl.UI, 
 But mercy is thy choice; 
 And God, thy God, thy foul fhall fill 
 With moil peculiar joys. 
 
 P SALM XLV. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 Tee glory of Cbrifl, and poiver of his gofpj. 
 
 i ]>JOY/ be my heart infpired to fing 
 
 The glories of my Saviour King, 
 Jefus, the Lord ; how heavenly fair 
 His form I how bright his beauties are i 
 
 2 O'er all the fons of human race 
 He mines with farfuperior grace, 
 Love from his lips divinely flows, 
 And bleffings ail his ftate com pole. 
 
 3 Drefs thee in arms, moft mighty Lo:d ; 
 Gird on the terror cf thy fword, 
 
 In majefty and glory ride, 
 ,/it'a truth and meeknefs at thy fide- 
 
Thine anger, like a pointed dart, 
 Shall pierce the foes of flubborn heart ; 
 Or words of mercy, kind and fweet. 
 Shall melt the rebels at thy feet. 
 Thy throne, O God, for ever {lands, 
 Grace is the fceptre in thy hands ; 
 Thy laws and works are jufl and right, 
 But grace and jullice thy delight. 
 God, thine own God, has richly fiied 
 His oil of gladnefs on thy head ; 
 And with his facred Spirit bleft 
 His firft-born Son above the reft. 
 
 SALM XLV. Second part. Long Metre. 
 'irift and his church ; or, The m-jjiical marriage* 
 •T/HE King of faints, how fair his face, 
 
 AdorrrM with majefvy and grace ! 
 He comes with blefiings from above, 
 And wins the nations to his love. 
 
 At his right hand our eyes behold : 
 The queen, array'd in purefr gold ; 
 The world admires her heavenly drefs. 
 Her robes of joy and righteoufnefs. 
 He forms her beauties like his own, 
 He calls and feats her near his throne ; 
 Fa r ilranger, let thine heart forget 
 The idols of thy native ftate. 
 So fhali the Kin* the more rejoice 
 In thee, the favorite of his choice; 
 Let him be lov'd, and »et adored, . 
 For he's thy Maker and thy Lord. 
 Oh happy hour, when thou ihalt rife 
 To his fair palace in the ikies, 
 And ail thy fons (a numerous train) 
 Eacs like a prince in glory reign. 
 Let endlefs honours crown his head j 
 Let ey'ry age his.praifes fpread; 
 
bo r S A L M s. 
 
 While we v/ith cheerful fbngs approve 
 The Gondefcenfion of his love. 
 
 PSALM XL VI. Firft part. Long Me-tre. 
 
 7'i»^ church' s f.:fcty avi triumph among tint ten :.' 
 
 dsfolatians. 
 i QOV) is the refuge of his faints, 
 
 \7hen ffiorms of (harp" diflrefs invade ; 
 Ere we can olfer our complaints, 
 Behold him prefent with his aid. 
 a Let mountains from their feats be bufl'd 
 Dowrl to the ddep, and buried there ; 
 iTcnvuinons (hake the (olid worlds 
 Our faith fhall never yield to fear. 
 
 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, 
 
 In facrcd peace our fculs abide, 
 .While ev'ry natio^ ev'ry more 
 
 Trembles, and dreads the fwelling tide 
 
 4 There is a lire am, whofe gentle flow 
 
 Supplies the city of our God ! 
 Life, love, and joy, ft ill gliding through, 
 And watVing our divine abode. 
 
 5 That facred ftream, thine holy word, 
 
 Supports our faith, our fear controuls ; 
 Sweet peace thy promifes afford, 
 
 And give new fcrength to fainting foids. 
 
 6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love, 
 
 Secure againft a threatening hour; 
 Nor can her firm foundation move, 
 
 Bulk on his truth, and arm'd with pow'r. 
 
 P S A L M XLVI. Second part. Long Metre. 
 God fights for his church. 
 
 i L ET Z * 0:1 in ner ^ l1 g rejoice, 
 
 (gg Though tyrants rage, and kingdoms rtJj 
 
 j^He utters his almighty voice, 
 
 The nations melt, the tumult dies. 
 
P 'S A L M S , B J 
 
 " _ J '>a Lord of old for Jacob fought, - 
 
 And Jacob's God is ifcill our aid; 
 Behold the works his hands has wrought 
 
 What defoiations he has made. 
 From fea to fea, through all the fhores 
 
 He makes the noife of battle ceafe ; 
 When from on high his thunder roars, 
 
 He awes the trembling world to peace, 
 He breaks the bow, he cuts the fpear, - 
 
 C'uariots"he burns with' heav'iiiy flame ; 
 Let earth in f:Ient wonder hear 
 
 The found and glory -of his name, 
 " Be frill, and learn that I- am God, 
 
 " I' reign exalted o'er the lands; 
 " I will be known and fear'd abroad, 
 
 " But feiil my throne in Zioa ftands-/' 
 O Lord of hefts, a-lmighty King, 
 
 White we fo near thy prefence dwell., 
 Our faith lhall fit fecure, and ling, - 
 
 Nor fear the ragkxg powers of hell. 
 
 P S A L M XLVIL ' Common' Me t re . 
 CbYifi iifcendir.g and rei 1 ??;}/;?. 
 OH for a fhdut of facred joy 
 
 To God the fov'reign King ! 
 Let ev'ry land their tongues employ, 
 
 And hymns of triumph fing, 
 Jefu^, our God, afcends on bigb 3 
 
 His heav'nly guards around 
 Attend him; rifing through the fky, 
 
 With trumpets joyful found. 
 
 While angels fh out and praife their King ? 
 
 Let mortals learn their ftrains ; 
 Let all the earth his honours fmg> 
 
 O'er all the earth he reigns. 
 Rehearfelrls praife with awe profound^ - 
 
 Le t- knowledge-' guide the fong j 
 
83 - r s a l m s". 
 
 Nor mock hith with a folemn found 
 Upon a thotrghtlefs tongue. 
 
 5 In Ifrael rl.ood his ancient throne. 
 
 He l.»r'i that ebb fen race; 
 But now lie calls the world his own, 
 Ami heathens tafte his grace. 
 
 6 The Qentile nations are the Lord'-, 
 
 There Abraham's God is knowr, ; 
 While powers and prince-, (hields and 
 Submit before his tin one. 
 
 rSALM XL VIII. ver. r,— 3. F*rft part. 
 Short Metre. 
 
 The church h the bono ir ivJfafety of a n //>■.•. 
 
 [l QUE AT is the Lord our God, 
 And let lis p-ai'e he great ; 
 lie makes his churches his abode. 
 Ills moft delightful 'eat. 
 
 2 Thefe temples of bis grace, 
 
 Howbeaotifal thev i\?.v.d\ 
 The hononrs of our native place. 
 And buhvarks of our Jaud-] 
 
 3 In Zi~r: G~ri is known 
 
 A ref:ge in diftre:'- ; 
 How bright has his fafvaVion fhone, 
 How fair his beay'nly r;ruco 1 
 
 4 When kings againft her jbin'd, 
 
 And faw the Lord was there, 
 In wild oonfufion. cf the mind 
 They fled with lfafty fear. 
 
 5 W&efi navies, fall and proud, 
 
 At ten: pi to lpoil our pa ace. 
 He fends his tetftpeft roaring loud. 
 And links therii in the leas 
 
 6 Gft have our fathers told, 
 
 Cur eve 3 have often .ccr. 
 
P Si L M S. 09 
 
 How well our God fecures the foJd 
 Where his own flocks have been. 
 
 In ev'ry new diftrefs 
 
 WeMl to his houfe repair, 
 
 Recal to mind his wond'rous grace, 
 And feek deliv'rance there. 
 
 -S A L M XLVIH. ver. 10, — 14. Second part. 
 Short Metre. 
 
 he beauty of the church; or, Gofpel ivorjb/p and 
 
 order. 
 pAR as thy name is known 
 
 The world declares thy praife ; 
 Thy faints, O Lord, before thy throne 
 Their fongs of honour raife. 
 
 ^Vith joy thy people ftand 
 
 On Zion-'s chofen hill, 
 Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, 
 
 And counfels of thy will. 
 
 Let ftr angers walk around 
 
 The city where we dwell, 
 Compafs and view thine holy ground, 
 
 And mark the building well. 
 The orders of thy houfe, 
 
 Thy worfhip of thy court, 
 The chearful fongs, the fclemn vows, 
 
 And make a fair report. 
 
 How decent and how wife ! 
 
 How glorious to behold ! 
 Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 
 
 And rites adorn'd with gold. 
 The God we worfhip now 
 
 "Will guide us till we die ; 
 "Will be our God while here below, 
 
 And ours above the iky. 
 
90 1 S A L M s. 
 
 PSALM XLrx. ver. 6, — [4. Flrfl! part 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Pride and death ; or, The vanity of life end richc 
 1 ^THY cloth the man of riches grow 
 To infolence and pride, 
 To fee his wealth and honours flow 
 With ev'ry riling tide \ 
 [2 Why doth he treat the poor with (com, 
 Made of the felf-fame clay, 
 And boaft as though his fleih were born 
 Of better duft than they ?] 
 3 Not all his treafures can procure 
 His foul a fhort reprieve, 
 Redeem from death one guilty hour, 
 Or make his brother live. 
 
 [4 Eternal life can ne'er be fold, 
 The ratifom is too hjgb ; 
 JuPcice will ne'er be brib'd with gold, 
 That man may never die] 
 
 5 He fees the brutifli and the wile, 
 
 The timorous and the brave, 
 Quit their pofleffions, clofe their eye ;, 
 And hallen to the grave. 
 
 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, 
 
 " My houfe mall ever ftand ; 
 " And that my name may long abide 
 " I'll give it to my land." 
 %j Vain are his thoughts^ his hopes #.re Ipft, 
 How foon his mem' 17 dies 1 
 His name is buried in the duft. 
 Where his own body lies.] 
 
 PAUSE- 
 
 8 This is the folly of their way! 
 And yet their fons, ns vain, 
 Approve the words their fathers fay, 
 And ac> their work; ajaJn. 
 
r SAL MS, 9 i 
 
 Men void e£ wi'drm and cf grace, 
 
 Though honour rai'e giefri nig 1 !, 
 Live like the beair, a theijghtlefs race, 
 
 And .like the be aft they die. 
 o Laid in the grave, like filiy faeep, 
 
 Death triumphs o'er them there, 
 Till tVie laft trumpet breaks their keep, 
 
 And wakes them in defpair.] 
 
 'SALM XLKL ver. r4, rj. Second part. 
 
 Com m o ri Metre. 
 
 Death and the refiirfedfion. 
 
 *Y"E fons of pride, that hate the jufr, 
 
 And trample on the poor, 
 When death has brer.ght you down to dufr, 
 Your pomp mail rile no more. 
 
 The laft great day mall change the fcene ; 
 
 When will that hour appear? 
 When fliall the juft revive, and reign 
 
 O'er all that feorn'd them here I 
 
 G«d will my naked foul receive, 
 
 Cail'd from the world away, 
 And break the prifon of the grave. 
 
 To raile my mould' ring day. 
 ■ Heavn is my everjafting home, 
 
 Th' inheritance is fure ; 
 Let men of pride their : rage reibme. 
 
 But I'll repine no more. 
 
 P S A L M XLIX. Long Metre. 
 e rich [inner' s death , and the faint's refurretlion, 
 Y^KY do the proud ihfnlt the poor. 
 
 And boaft the large eflates they have ? 
 How vain are riches to fecure 
 
 Their haughty owhersfrom the grave ! 
 They can't redeem an hour from death 
 With all the wealth in which they truft; 
 
92 PSALMS. 
 
 Nor give a dying brother breath, 
 
 When God commands him down to duft. 
 
 3 There the dark earth, and difmal (hade, 
 
 Shall cla^p their naked bodies round : 
 That flefh, fo delicately fed, 
 
 Lies cold, and moulders in the ground. 
 
 4 Like thoughtlefs fheep the finner dies, 
 
 And leaves his glories in the tomb: 
 The faints fhall in the morning rile, 
 And hear the opprefTor's awful doom. 
 
 5 His honours perilh in the duft, 
 
 And pomp and beauty, birth and blood : 
 That glorious day exalt? the juffc 
 To full dominion o'er the proud. 
 
 6 My Saviour mall my life reftore, 
 
 And raife me from my dark abode ; 
 My flelh and foul mall part no more, 
 But dwell for ever near my God. 
 
 PSALM L. ver. i,— 6. Firlt part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The hjl judgment ; or, The faints rewarded. 
 
 i 'T'HE Lord, the Judge, before his throne 
 Bids the whole earth draw nigh, 
 The nations near the rifing fun, 
 And near the weftern fkv. 
 
 2 No more fhall bold blafphemers f$y t 
 
 il Judgment will ne'er begin ;" 
 No more abufe his long delay 
 To impudence and fin. 
 
 3 Thron'd on a cloud our God fhall come., 
 
 Bright fla:«es prepare his v.' ay, 
 Thunder and darknefs, fire and itorm, 
 Lead on the dreadful day. 
 
 4 Heav'n from above his call fhall hear, 
 
 Attending angels come, 
 
PSALMS. 93 
 
 knd earth and hell fhall know, and fear 
 
 His juftice and their doom. 
 K But gather all my faints, (he cries) 
 
 " That made their peace with God, 
 [' By the Redeemer's facrifice, 
 
 <{ And feal'd it with his blood. 
 
 'Their faith and works, brought forth to light? 
 
 " Shall make the world confefs 
 ' My sentence of reward is right, 
 
 4< And hear'n adore ray grace." 
 
 PSALM L. ver. 10, u, 14, 15, 2$. 
 Second part Common Metre. 
 Obedience is better- than per ific-e. 
 ipHUS faith the Lord, " The fpacious fields, 
 
 " And flocks and herds, are mine ; 
 1 O'er all the cattle of the hills 
 " I claim a right =divine. 
 
 * I alk no fheep for facrifice, 
 
 " Nor bullocks burnt with fire ; 
 
 * To hope and love, to pray and praife, 
 " Is all that I require. 
 
 ' Invoke my name when trouble's near, 
 '* My hand (hall fet thee free ; 
 
 * Then fhail thy thankful lips declare 
 u The honour due to me. 
 
 ' The man that offers humble praile, 
 
 " Declares in y glory beft: 
 < And thofe that tnead my holy ways 
 
 " Shall my falvation tafte. 
 
 P*S A I, M L. ver. 1, 5, 8, 16, 21, 22. 
 Third part. Common Metre. 
 
 The judgment of hypocrites. 
 flTHEN Ghrifi to judgment flia'il defe'end, 
 
 And faints furround'their Lord, 
 le'Calls the nations' to attend, 
 And hear his awful word. 
 
9-;. PSALMS. 
 
 2 " Not for the want of bullocks iUin, 
 
 " Will I tuc world reprove ; .. 
 u Altars, and rites, and forms, are vain 
 " Without toe fire of love. 
 
 3 " And what have hypocrites to do 
 
 " To bring their iacriiice?" 
 " They call ray statutes juit and true, 
 " But deal in theft and lies. 
 
 4 u Could you expect to 'fcape my fight, 
 
 " And fin without controuH 
 " But I foall bring your crimes to light 
 '* Y/ith anguifh in your [ov.\. ,p 
 
 5 Conf.der, ye that flight the Lord, 
 
 Before his wrath appear; 
 If once y'tfu fall beneath his fword, 
 There's no deliverer there. 
 
 PSALM L. Long Metre. 
 Ihpocrify expo fed. 
 i T 1 HE. Lord, the Judge, his churches warn: 
 Let hypocrites attend aid fear, 
 Who place their hopes in rites and Forms, 
 But make not faith nor love their care. 
 
 2 "Vile wretches dare f'ekearfe his name, 
 
 'vVith lips of falsehood and d-ceit ; 
 A friend or brother they defame", 
 
 And foethc and flatter tho.'c they har^. 
 
 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong, 
 
 Yet dare to fee'.c their Maikeu*s face ; 
 They take his covenant on their t.-mgue, 
 But break his laws, abufe Ids gr .ce. 
 
 4 To heav'n they lir't their hand? unclean, 
 
 Defil'd with lull, defiled v/ith blood ; 
 By itight they praclife liver/ Gn, 
 
 By day their mouths draw near to Q-jd. 
 
 5 And while hi*; judgments long delay, 
 
 They grow iecutv, ami hn the coon?; 
 
PSALMS.' 9 J 
 
 They -think he fleeps as well as they, 
 And put far oil the dreadful hour. 
 
 O dreadful hour ! when God draws near, 
 And fets their crimes before their eyes ! 
 
 His wrath their guilty fouls mall tear, 
 And no deliverer dare to rife. 
 
 P.S A L M L. To a new tune. 
 
 The lafi judgme?.t. 
 
 THE Lord, the Sovereign, fends his furrunohs 
 
 forth, 
 Calls the fouth nations, and awakes the north ; 
 From eaft to weft the ib v'reign orders fpread, 
 Thro' diitant v/orlds and regions of the dead : 
 No more ihall athiefts mock his long delay ; 
 Bis vengeance ileeps no more : behold the day! 
 Behold, the Judge defcends; his guards are nigh, 
 Tempeft and fire attend him down the iky. 
 3eav\o, earth, and hell draw near ; let all 
 
 things come 
 To hear his juihce, and the /inner' s doom ; 
 ' But gather &r& my faints," the Judge eoir.- 
 wandsj glands, 
 
 Bring them, ye angels, from their diftant 
 Sehold, my covenant Hands for ever good, 
 
 rarM by tW eternal facrifice ia biood, [jew^ 
 bid fign-'d with all their names; the Greek, the 
 rkat paid the ancient worihip, or the new, 
 ["here's no diftinction here; prepare their 
 
 thrones, 
 ind near me feat my favorites and my fens. 
 , their almighty Saviour, and their Gcd, 
 am their Judge : ye heavens proclaim abroad 
 'lyjuft eternal Sentence, and declare 
 Thofe awful truths that'fmners dread to hear; 
 inners in Zicn, trerr.bk, and retire; 
 deom the painted hypocrite to fiie, 
 
96 psalms. 
 
 5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks flain 
 Do I condemn thee ; bulls and goats are vain 
 V/ithout the flames of love ; in vain the ftor 
 Of brutal offerings, that were mine before; 
 Mine are the tamer beafts, and favage breed. 
 Flocks, herds, and fields, and forefts wber 
 
 they feed. 
 
 6 If I were hungry, would I afk thee food ? 
 When did I thirft, or tafte the vi&im's blood 
 Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, 
 Thy folemn chat' rings, and fantaftic vows ? 
 Are my eyes charm' d thy veftments to behold 
 Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold ? 
 
 7 Unthinking wretch! how could'ft thou hope t 
 
 pleafe 
 A God, a Spirit, with fuch toys as thefe? 
 \Vhile,with mvgrace and ftatutes on thy tongu* 
 Thou lov'ftdeceit,and doft thy brother wroti 
 In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, 
 Thieves and adult' rers are thy chofen friend 
 
 8 Silent, I waited with long-fuff'ring love, 
 But didft thou hope that I lhould ne'er reprovt 
 And cherifti iuch an impious thought within, 
 That God the righteous would indulge thy fin 
 Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, 
 And thy own crimes arrright thy guilty foul. 
 
 9 Sinners, awake betimes ; ye fools be wife ; 
 Awake before this dreadful morning rife ; 
 Change your vain thoughts, your finful wori 
 
 amend, 
 Fly to the Saviour, make thejudge your frienc 
 Left, like a lion, his laft vengeance tear 
 Your trembling fouls, and no deliv'rer near 
 PSALM I" To the old proper tune. 
 The hfi judgment. - 
 1 THE God of glory fends his lummons forth. 
 Calls the fouth nations,and awakes the nort 
 
psalms. 97 
 
 From eaft to weft the fov'reign orders fpread, 
 
 Thro' diftant worlds and regions of the dead. 
 
 ?be trumpet founds, hell trembles, heaven rejoices,; 
 
 /ft up your heads , ye faints, -with cheerful voicet. 
 No more fhall atheifts mock his long delay ; 
 His vengeance fleeps no more : behold the da\! 
 Behold, thejudge defcends ; his guards are nigh, 
 Tempefts and fire attend him down the fkr. 
 
 7 hen God appears, all nature fhall adore him ; 
 
 ' r h'tle ftntters tremble, faints rejoice before him. 
 Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all 
 
 things come 
 To hear my juftice, and the f-nuer's doom : 
 But gather firlt my faint-, the Judge commands, 
 Bring them, ye angels, from their diftant lands- 
 
 tyen Chrift returns, -wake every cheerful p-iffio", . 
 ndfioui, ye faints ; he comes tor ye:ir jJ\>iit: or 
 Behold, my covenant ftands for ever goo ', 
 Seat'd by th' eternal facrhlce in blood, [J?.-/, 
 And fign'd with all their name- ; the Greek , x\ft 
 That paid the ancient worfinp, or the oew, 
 
 here's ?io diflinftion here ; jo : y. all your vettei , 
 
 bid raife your heads, ye faints, for Hjav'n rejoice*. 
 
 Here, faith the Lord, ye angels fpread the;: 
 
 thrones, 
 And near me feat my fav'rites and my fon r ; 
 Come, my redeemed, poffefs the joys prepai'J 
 Ere time began, 'tis your divine reward. 
 hen Chrift returns, -wake every cheerful paffioti 
 \ndfhout, ye faints ; he comes for your falvatian. 
 
 p a v.s e the firft. 
 I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God, [broad 
 The fov'reign Judge ; ye heav'ns proclaim a- 
 My juft eternal lentence, and declare 
 Thofe awful truths that finners dread t»hear 
 hen God appears, all nature fhall adore him; 
 hile finners tremble, faints rejoice 'yefore hh--. 
 E 
 
98 psalms. 
 
 7 Stand forth, thou bold blafphemer, and profane 
 
 Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatening 
 
 vain 
 
 * '-in » 
 
 Thou hypecriee, once drefs'd in faint s attire 
 1 doom the painted hypocrite to mc 
 Judgment proceeds, hell trembles, heaven rrjo:c, 
 Lift up your heads, ye faints, -with cheerful vo:c 
 8 Not for the want of goats or bullocks {lain 
 r>o I condemn tnee ; bulls and goats are van 
 Without the flames j?rF love s in vain the (lot 
 
 Of brutal oiF'ring;-, that were mlne before 
 Earth is the Lord's, all future fball adore him; 
 While fnr.ers tremble, faints rejoice before oim 
 '4 If I were hungry, would I all; thee food? 
 ' wben did I thirft 2 or drink thy bullock's bioo. 
 Mine are the tamer bealts, and lavage biee. 
 Flock- herd-; and fields and ioiefts, whei 
 thev feed. 
 All is the Lord's; he rules the -wide creation ; 
 Grins fivers ven*eanc^ and the fatnU falxatio 
 ■ - Can I be flatretM with thy cringing bows, 
 ' Tbv folemo chattering-., and fantaiuc vo« 
 \\e m eve. <:hann.\i th* .events to oenoi 
 Glisring in gems, and gay in woven gold. 
 G,d is tbejuijr* of lev is, tic fair *&*&*] 
 tiZtfcrw thegailiy -mbm bts ven^nce rtJeM 
 pause the feconA [p' ci 
 
 , • Ur-Mnkin- wretch ! how cold thou hope 
 " R n ., c i a Spitfr, w'ttn fricn toys as the e : 
 ^•^e^iiinm^rac-andilatnte.oathv^org! 
 
 i-n>, 'lnv>!> deceit, and don thybrotherwro, 
 7 - hmejt prac. e Is, hell trembU :, beatfn rejoic 
 i-ff: iM ^ r UaJ^sef^ts,^ihcheerf:^o;i 
 
 ia m vain to H.U-, forms * h ^ al £j'*^j 
 V.*Mle 'he fclfc flattVe- at rome akw wan 
 
P. S A I. & S . 99 
 
 Gel h tht J&df* of he : .r!s y l-iO-fdir tifgwfes 
 Conferee* tie ^uitiy iihen his^ engv&nce rfes. 
 
 13 Silerl I Raited, with lohtf-l\i:rr r rJng love, 
 B^-i did*!* thou hepe that I mould ne'er re^rr-vt ; 
 And cherim fuch. an impious thought within-, 
 That the All-holy would indulge thy fill*? 
 
 £<v, God appears ; all nations join t J adore him; 
 judgment prcceeth^ and flutters jell before him. 
 
 14 Behold my terrors new ; my thunders roh% 
 And thy own crimes affright thy guilty fotu j 
 Nom, like a lion,. lhalJ • my vengeance tear 
 Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near. 
 
 *fud;ime,,i concludes , hell trembles , heal) n rejoices; 
 Lift up'y-Qiir beads, ye faints, with cheerful voices, 
 
 E P I P HO N E M A. 
 
 Simiefs, awake betimes; ye fools, be wife ; 
 
 Awake before this dreadful morning rife; 
 
 Change your vain thoughtSj.your finful works 
 amend ; 
 
 Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend, 
 Then join j ye faints ; ivake every cheerful paffion ; 
 When Chnji returns, he comes j or your falvatiou* 
 
 PSALM LI. Firft part. Long Metre, 
 
 A penitent pleading for pardon. 
 gKEW pity, Lord ; O Lord,, forgive ; 
 
 Let a repenting rebel live-: 
 Are not thy mercies large and free? 
 May not a fmner trait in thee? 
 
 £ My crimes are great, but can't furpafs 
 The pow'r and glory of thy grace : 
 Great God, thy nature hath no bound, 
 So l%t thy pardoning love b« found. 
 
 G wafh my foul from ev'ry fin, 
 And make my guilty confeience clean ; 
 Here, •:;;-; my heart, the burden lies, . 
 And pair offences pam mine eyes. 
 
lOO PSALMS. 
 
 4 My lips with (hame my fins confefs, 
 Againft thy law, againft thy grace; 
 Lord, fhould thy judgment grow fevevc, 
 I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. 
 
 5 Should fudden vengeance feize my breath, 
 I muft pronounce thee juft in death : 
 
 And if my foul were fent to hell, 
 Thy righteous law approves it well. 
 
 6 Yet fave a trembling fmner, L»rd, 
 
 Who fe hope, ftill hov'ring round thy wordj 
 Would light on fome fweet promife there, 
 Some fure fupport againft defpair. 
 
 PSALM LI. Second part. Long Metre 
 Original and aftual fin confejj'ed. 
 
 1 LORD, I am vile, conceiv'J in fin, 
 
 And born unholy and unclean : 
 Sprung from the man v/hofe guilty f;tl! 
 Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 
 
 2 Soon as we drew our infant breath. 
 The feeds of fin grew up for death ; 
 The law demands a perfect heart, 
 But we're defil'd in ev'ry part. 
 
 [3 Great God, create my heart anew, 
 And form my {pirit pure and true: 
 O make me wile betimes to fpy 
 My danger and my remedy.] 
 
 4 Behold, I fall before thy face ; 
 My only refuge is thy grace : 
 No outward forms can make me $lean ; 
 The leprGfv lies deep within. 
 
 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beair, 
 Nor hyfibp branch, nor fprinkling prieft, 
 Nor running brook, nor flood, nor lea, 
 Can wafh. the difmal ftain away. 
 
 6 Jefus, my God, thy bioad alone 
 Hath pow'r fufucient to atone ; 
 
PSALMS. IOI 
 
 Thy blood can make me white as fnow ; 
 No Jew ilh types could cleanle me fo. 
 > While guilt difturbs and breaks my peace, 
 Nor fiefh, nor foul, hath reft or eafe ; 
 Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice-, 
 And make my broken heart rejoice. 
 
 PSALM LI. TI-.ird part. Long Metre. 
 
 The backjlider reftored ; or, Repentance and faith 
 in the blood of Chrift. 
 ■• 
 
 i Q THOU that hear'ft whan finners cry, 
 Though ail my crimes before thee lie, 
 
 Behold them not with angry look, 
 
 But blot their memory from thy book. 
 
 Create my nature pure within, 
 
 And form my foul averfe to fin ; 
 
 Let tby g6oii Spirit ne'er depart, 
 
 Nor hide thy prefence from my heart. 
 
 I cannot live without thy light, 
 
 Caft out and barrifVd from thy fight : 
 
 Thine holy joys, my God, reftore, 
 
 And guard me that I fall no more. 
 4. Though I have griev'd thy Spirit* Lord, 
 
 Thy help and comfort Hill afford ; 
 
 And let a wretch come near thy throne, 
 
 To plead the merits of thy Son. 
 
 A broken heart, my God, my King, 
 
 Is all the facrince I bring ; 
 
 The God of grace will ne'er defpife 
 
 A broken heart for facrifice. 
 
 My foul lies humbled in- the duft, 
 
 And owns thy dreadful fen ten cej lift; 
 
 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye. 
 
 And fave the foul condemn'd to die. 
 
 Then will I teach the world thy ways ; 
 
 Sinners fhaU learn thy fov' reign grace; 
 
!02 J* S A L M S. 
 
 I'li lead them to my Saviour's Wood, 
 And they inall praWe a pard'ning God. 
 
 8 O may "thy love infpire my tongue ! 
 Salvation ihall be ail my long ; 
 And all my pow'rs foal! join ;.. btefl? 
 1" he Lord, my ftrengtli and lighteoufnefs. 
 
 f'SALM LI. ver. 3,-13. FirM part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Original and aftud fin cenfejfed and pit done A. 
 
 1 I ORD, I would fpread my fore diftreis 
 
 And guilt before thine eyes ; 
 Againft thy laws, againit thv grace, 
 How high ray crimes arife ! 
 
 2 Should'ft thou condemn my foul to hell, 
 
 And erufli ray flefh to duft, 
 Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well, 
 And earth muft, own ltjuft. 
 
 H I from the ftock of Adam came 
 'iJnhsly and unclean ; . 
 
 my original is fname, 
 And all my nature fin. 
 
 4 Born in a world of gailr, I drew 
 
 Contagion with my breath; 
 And, as my days advane'd, I grew 
 A juiter prey for death. 
 
 5 Clea-ff me, O Lord, and chear my foul 
 
 With thy forgiving love ; 
 O make my broken fpirit whole, 
 And bid my pains remove. 
 
 6 Let not thv Spirit e'er depart, 
 
 Nor drive me from thy face; 
 Create anew my vicious hearfc. 
 And fill it with thy grace. 
 
 7 Then will I make thy mercy known 
 
 Before the foas o! men ; 
 
p S>A L M S. 
 
 tar 
 
 gsttkilkters fnall addrefs thy throne, 
 And tarn to God again. 
 
 PSALM LI. ver. 14,— 17- Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 Repentance and faith in the blood of Cbrlft. 
 GOD of mercy, hear my call, 
 
 My load? of guilt remove, 
 breakdown this Separating, wall 
 
 That bars me from -thy love. 
 Give me the prefence of thy grace, 
 
 Then my rejoicing tongue 
 Shall fpeak aloud thy righte3ufnefs, 
 
 And make thy praife my fong. 
 No blood of goats, nor heifer flair, 
 
 For fin could e'er atone ; 
 The death of Chrift (hall ftill remain 
 
 Sufficient and alone. - . 
 A foul opprefs'd with fin's defert 
 
 My God will ne'er defpife : 
 A humble groan, a broken heart. 
 Is our be ft Sacrifice. 
 
 PSALM LII. Common Metre. 
 
 The difappointment of the -wicked. 
 
 \\JHY fhould the mighty make their boaft, 
 
 And heav'nly grace defpife ? 
 In their own arm they put their truft, 
 
 And fill their mouth with lies. 
 But God in vengeance (hall deftroy, 
 
 And drive them from his face ; 
 No more mall they his church annoy, 
 
 Nor find on earth a place. 
 But like a cultured olive grove, 
 
 Drefs'd in immortal green, 
 Thy children hloaming in thy love, 
 Amid tby courts are feen. ^ 
 
■''-'-.- PSALMS. 
 
 ; Ov thine eternal grace, O Lord, 
 Thy faint* iliall reft fecure, 
 And all who trult thy holy word, 
 Jhall find j'alvation fare. 
 
 P S A L M Lit Long Metre. 
 The foil) of felf- depend e nee. 
 : V/HY fhould the haughty hero boaft, 
 
 Bis vengeful arm, his warlike heft? 
 
 While blood defiles his cruel hand, 
 
 And defolation waftes the land. 
 2. Kejovs to hear the captive's cry, 
 
 The widow's groan, the orphan's figh ; 
 
 And wbsn the weaned fword would fpare, 
 
 H'r. fahehood fpVeaih the fatal fnare. 
 3 He triumphs in the deeds of wrong, 
 
 And arms with rage his impious tongue ; 
 
 With pride procerus his dreadful power, 
 
 And bids the trembling world adore. 
 1 But God beholds, and with afrowr, 
 
 Calls r .o the dull his honours down ; 
 
 The righteous deed, their hopes recall, 
 
 An:, hail the proud opprefibrs fall. 
 
 5 How low th 1 infultin? tvrant lies, 
 Who dar'd th' etern&l power defpi r e; 
 And vainly deem'd, with envious joy, 
 His arm almighty to detiroy. 
 
 6 We prai'e thee, Lord, who heard our cries, 
 And ient :V.lvation f.-oai the ikies; 
 The faints who faw our mournful dayr, 
 Shall join our grateful fongs of praife. 
 
 P S A L M LT1L ver. 4, — &• Common Metre 
 
 Victor*; and deliverance from persecution. 
 
 i y\RE all the foes of Zi->n fools, 
 Who thus deftroy her faints? 
 Do they not know her Saviour rule". 
 And pities her complaints' 
 
P S A L M S. 
 
 2 They fthall be feiz'd with fad furprife; 
 
 For God's avenging arm 
 Shall crufh the hand that dares arife 
 To do his children harm. 
 
 3 In vain the fons of Satan boaft 
 
 Of armies in array; 
 Whe* God has firft defois'd their hoft, 
 They fall an eafy prey. 
 
 4 O for a word from Zion's King, 
 
 Her captives to reilore ! 
 Thy joyful faints thy praife mali flng, 
 And Ifrael weep no more. 
 
 PSALM LIV. Common Metre. 
 
 i j^EHOLD us, Lord, and let our cry 
 Before thy throne afcend, 
 Caft thou on us a pitying eye, 
 And ft 11 our lives defend. 
 
 2 For flaughtering foes infult us round, 
 Oppreiiive, proud, and vain ; 
 They cad thy temples to the ground, 
 And all our rites profane. 
 .3 Yet thy forgiving grace we truft, 
 And in thy power rejoice ; 
 Thine arm fhall crufh our foes to dull, 
 Thy praife infpire our voice. 
 4 Be thou with thofe whole friendly hand 
 Upheld us in diftrefs, 
 Extend thy truth through every land, 
 And ft ill thy people blefs. 
 
 P S A I. M LV. ver. 1,— 3, 16, 17, 18, 22. 
 Common Metre. 
 S-'pport for the ajfi/fted and tempted ford. 
 ;i Q GOD, my refuge, hear my cries, 
 Behold nry flowing tear?, 
 For earth ?;nd" hell my hurt devife, 
 
 And triumph -in mv fears. E \ 
 
io6 PSALMS. 
 
 2 Their rage is levell'd at my life, 
 
 My foul with guilt they load, 
 And hir ray thoughts with inward ftrife, 
 To fhake my hope in God. 
 
 3 What inward-pains my heart-i'hings wound, 
 
 I groan with ev'ry breath; 
 Horror and fear befet me round 
 Amongft the /hades of death.. 
 
 4 O were I like a feather' d dove, t 
 
 And innocence had. wings, 
 I'd 3y, an,d make a long remove 
 From all thefe reftlefs things. 
 
 5 Let me to fome wild deiert go, 
 
 And find a peaceful home, 
 Where itorms of malice never blow, 
 Temptations never come. 
 
 6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions ail, 
 
 To 'fcape the rage of hell ! 
 The mighty God, on whom I call. 
 Can lave me hereas wells 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 7 By morning light I'll frek his face, 
 
 At noon repeat my cry, 
 The night (hall hear me alk his grace. 
 Nor will he long deny. 
 
 8 God (hall prefer ve my foul from fear, 
 
 Or fbield me when afraid ; 
 TerF-tnouand angels mud appear 
 If he command their aid. 
 
 9 I caft my burdens on the Lord, 
 
 The. Lord fuftains them all; 
 My courage refts upon his word, 
 
 That faints ihall never fall. 
 to My higheft hopes fliall not be vain. 
 
 My lips fhall fprend his praife; 
 Whi e cruel and deceitful men 
 
 Scarce IKe eut half their days 
 
P 3 A L M S. 1©7 
 
 SALM LV- ver. 15, 16, 17, '9, 22 - Short Metre. 
 [ ST finners take their courfe, 
 And chute the road to death; 
 gut in the worfhip of my God 
 I'll fpend my daily breath. 
 
 My thoughts addrefs his throne., 
 
 When morning brings the light ; 
 I leek his bleiling ev'ry noon, 
 
 And pay my vows at night. 
 Thou wilt regard my cries, 
 
 O my eternal God, 
 While finners perifn in furprife 
 
 Beneath thine angry rod. 
 
 . Becaufe they dwell at eafe, 
 
 And no fad changes feel, 
 They neither fear nor trull thy name, 
 
 Nor learn to do thy will. 
 But I, with all my cares, 
 
 Will lean upon the Lord ; 
 I'll cart my burdens on his arm, 
 
 And reft upon his word. 
 • His arm mail well fuftain 
 
 The, children of his love ; 
 The ground on which their fafety ftaods 
 
 No earthly pow'r can move- 
 
 PSALM LVI. Common Metre. 
 deliverance- from opprej]io?i and falfehoo-i ; or. 
 God's carefif his people, in anfwer to faith and 
 prayer. 
 Q THOU, -whofe jultiee reigns on high. 
 
 And makes t\f opprefiion eeafe. 
 Behold how envious finners try 
 To vex and break my peace. 
 ! The Tons of violence and lies 
 Join to devour me. Lord ; 
 
108 PSALMS. 
 
 Bat as my hourly dangers rife, 
 My refuge is thy word. 
 
 3 In God moil holy, juft, and true, 
 
 I have repos'd my truft ; 
 Nor will I fear what flefh can do, 
 The offspring of the duft. 
 
 4 They wreft my words to mifchief ftill, 
 
 Charge me with unknown faults; 
 For mifchief all their counfels fill, 
 And malice all their thoughts. 
 
 5 Shall they efcape without thy frown? 
 
 Muft their devices ftand ? 
 Oh caft the haughty fmner down, 
 And let him know thy hand ! 
 
 pause. 
 
 6 God fees the forrows of his faints, 
 
 Their groans affect his ears : 
 Thy mercy counts my juft complaints, 
 And numbers all my tears. 
 
 7 When to thy throne I raife my cry, 
 
 The wicked fear and flee : 
 So fwift is prayer to reach the fky, 
 So near is God to me. 
 
 8 In thee, moft holy, jnft, and true, 
 
 I have repos'd my truft ; 
 Nor will I fear what man can do, 
 The offspring of the duft. 
 
 9 Thy folemn vows are on me, Lord, 
 
 Thou lhalt receive my praile ; 
 I'll fing, " How faithful is thy word ! 
 
 " How righteous all thy ways !," 
 io Thou haft fecur'd mv foul from death ; 
 
 O fet thy prifoner free, 
 That heart and hand, and life and breath, 
 
 May be empioy'd for thee. 
 
PSALMS. IO9 
 
 PSALM LVII. Long Metre. 
 Praife for protection ; grace and truth. 
 7WIY God, hi whom are all the fprings 
 
 Of boundlefs love and grace unknown, 
 Hide me beneath thy fpreading wings, 
 Till the dark cloud is overblown. 
 
 Up to the beav'ns I fend my cry, 
 
 The Lord will my defires perform ; 
 He fends his angel from the fky, 
 
 And faves me from the threatening ftorm. 
 Be thou exalted, O my God, 
 
 Above the heavens, where angels dwell ; 
 Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, 
 
 And land to land thy wonders tell- 
 My heart is fix'd ; my fong mail raife 
 
 Immortal honours to tby name ; 
 Awake, my tongue, to found his praife_, , 
 
 My tongue, the glory of my frame. 
 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, 
 
 And reaches to the utmoft Iky ; 
 His truth to endlefs years remains, 
 
 When lower worlds diffol^e and die. 
 •fBe thou exalted, O my God, 
 
 Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;..; 
 Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, 
 
 And land to land thy wonders tell. 
 
 PSALM LVTII. As the 1 1 3th Pfalm. 
 Warning to magiflrates. 
 JUDGES, who rule the world by laws, 
 J Will ye defpife the righteous caufe ? 
 
 When vile oppreffion waftes the land, 
 Dave ye condemn the righteous poor, 
 And let rich finners '/cape fecure, 
 
 While gold and greatnefs bribe y&m hand? 
 Have ye forgot, or never knew 
 Thar God .-vil] judge the judges -toot 
 
E I lO P "S A L M S. 
 
 Hi^h in the Seav'os his juuice reigns ; 
 Yet you invade the rights of Gad ; 
 And fend your bold decrees abroad, 
 
 To bind the conference in your chains. 
 
 3 A poifon'd arrow is your tongue, 
 The arrow ftarp, the polJbn-ftnmg, 
 
 And death attends where'er it wound'; 
 ■ You hear no councils, cries, or tears ; 
 So the deaf adder Crops her ears ! 
 _,Again{t the power of charming found*. 
 
 4 Break out their teeth, eternal God, 
 Tbofe teeth of. lions .iy''d in blood ; 
 
 And crufti the fer peats in the dull 
 
 As empty chaif, when \jibirlw.tnds rife, 
 
 Before the iweeping teropeft flies. 
 
 So let their hopes and names be loft. 
 
 c Ti/ Almighty thunders from the fcy, 
 
 Their grandeur m« Its, tneir titles die, 
 
 As hills o£fnow diflblv,e -.nd rwu ; 
 Or fnaibf that per^ih in rbett fiinre, 
 Or births that com£ before tnrir time- 
 Vain births thai never fee the fun. 
 6 Thus fhall the vengeance of the Lord 
 Safety and joy to faints afford; 
 
 And all that hear fhall join land fay, 
 " Sure? there's a God that rules on high, 
 ' \ God • ral '; ears his children cry, 
 ; - & a4 «vi4i their fuiierings well repay. " 
 
 I > A L :>1 LIX. Short Metre. 
 Prayer for niitisnoi deliverance. 
 
 ; L'ROMfoes tnat round us ri r e, 
 O God ot'heav'n defend, 
 Who brave the vengeance of the Ikies, 
 And with thy faints contend, 
 i Behold, from diftant fhores 
 And.defert wilds th<ey come, 
 
S ■ S A L M--S. Jf% 
 
 Combine for blood their barb'reus fcrcey 
 And through .thy cities roam. - 
 
 ) Beneath the frJent fha-de 
 
 Their, feeret plots they Jay 
 Our peaceful wails bv night invade, 
 And wafte the fields by day. 
 • And will the God- of grace 
 Regardlefs of our pain, * 
 Permit, -feoure, that impious race- 
 To riot in their reign? 
 Io vaio'.their iecret guile - 
 fc Or open force they prove ; 
 His eye can pierce the deepeft vjeif 
 His hand their itrength remove/ 
 Yet fave them, Lord, from death; 
 
 Left we forget their doom j 
 But drive thcm f . with thine angry brea^ ' 
 
 Through diftant lands to roam' - ? 
 
 Then mail our grateful voice ' 
 Proclaim our guardian God; 
 The nations round the earth rejoice, 
 And found thy praife abroad 
 
 P S A L M LX. Common Metre. 
 Looking te-Godinihe:difirefs af-war, 
 
 LO bF^\°K haftf r^g' d our guilts land, , 
 
 Beoold thy people mourn ; 7 
 
 iSball vengeance ever guide thy hand, 
 
 And mercy ne'er return? '*" 
 Beneath *h e terrors of thine eye 
 
 Eartn s haughty tow'rs decay ; 
 Thy frpwni« r< mantle fpreads the iky* , 
 
 And mortals me 1 1 away. 
 )ur Zion trembfes at thy ftroke 
 
 And dreads thy lifted hand ' ' 
 
 \ 1 h Ti the peopie thou ha ^ broke, s 
 | And-fave- the furking land, 
 
H2 PSALMS. 
 
 4 Exalt thy banner in the field, 
 
 For thofe that fear thy name ; 
 From barb'rous hoits our nation ibiehl, 
 And put our foes to ihame. 
 
 5 Attend our armies to the fighr, 
 
 And be their guardian God ; 
 In vain mall numerous pow'rs unite 
 
 Againft thy lifted rod. 
 .6 Cur troops beneath thy guiding hand. 
 
 Shall gain a glad renown : 
 'Tis God who makes the feeble ftand, 
 
 And treads the mighty down. 
 
 PSALM LXI. ver. i,— 6, Short MsXrt 
 Safety in Cod. 
 
 1 'WHEN cverwhelm'd with grief 
 
 My heart within me dies 
 Helplefs, ?.-d far from all relief, 
 To beav'n I lift mine e)es. 
 
 2 Oh lead me to the Rock 
 
 That's high above my head, 
 And make the covert of thy «rit*g1 
 My ui :lter and my ihadc 
 g Within thy prefence, Lord, 
 For ever 111 abide ; 
 Thau art the tower of my defence, 
 The refuge where 1 hide. 
 4 Thou giveft me the lot 
 
 Of thofe that fear thy rame ; 
 If endlefs life be their reward, 
 J mall poffefs the fame. 
 PSALM LXIL ver. J,— **• W* ™* 
 Ko truji in the creatures; or, Faith in d> 
 ?t\ic: and foiver. 
 
 i jv4y fp'uit looks to God alone ; 
 My rock and refuse i; hi? I 
 
 throve ; 
 
PSALMS. 113 
 
 In all my fears, in all my ftraits, 
 My foul on his falvation waits. 
 
 2 Truft him, ye faints, iu all your ways, 
 Pour out your hearts before his face j 
 When helpers fail, and foes invade, 
 God is our all-fuificient aid. 
 
 3 Fa] « are the men of high degree, 
 The bafer fort are vanity ; 
 
 Laid in the balance both appear 
 Light as a puff of empty air. 
 
 4 Make not increasing gold your trufr, 
 Nor fet your hearts on glittering dull ; 
 Why will- you grafp the fleeting fmake, 
 And not believe what God has ipoke. 
 
 5 Once has his awful voice declared, 
 Once and again my ears have heard, 
 All power is his eternal due ; 
 
 He mult be fear'd and trufted too. 
 
 6 For fov'reign pow'r reigns not alone, 
 . Grace is a partner of the throne : 
 
 Thy grace and juftice, mighty Lord, 
 Shall well divide our iaft reward. 
 
 PSALM LXIII. ver. 1, 2, 5, 3, 4. Firii part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The tnorning of a Lord*s day. 
 
 1 JT ARLY, my God, without delay, 
 
 I hafte to feek thy face ; 
 My thirfly fpirit faints away, 
 Without thy cheering grace. 
 
 2 So pilgrims, on the fcorching fand, 
 
 Beneath a burning fky, 
 Long for a cooling ftream st hand, 
 And they maft drink or die. 
 
 3 I've feen thy glory and thy power 
 
 Through all thy temple (bine ; 
 
U4 PSALMS. 
 
 Mv God, repeat that heav'nly hoar, 
 That vifion fo divine. 
 
 4 Not all the bblTings of a feaft 
 
 Cho pie aft my foul fo well, 
 As when thy richer grace I tafte, 
 And in thy prefence dwell. 
 
 5 Not life itfelf, with all its joys, 
 
 Can my befr paflions move, 
 Or rai'e fo high my cheerful voice, 
 As thy forgiving love. 
 
 6 Thus till my lad expiring dav, 
 
 I'll blefs my God and King ; 
 Thus will I lift my hands to pray, 
 And tune my lips to fing. 
 
 PSALM LXIIL ver. 6,— io. Second p*r 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Midnight thoughts recolleilei. 
 
 i »T*WAS in the watches of the night 
 I thought upon thy power, 
 I kept thy lovely face in fight 
 Amidir the darkeft hour. 
 a My flesh lay refling on my bed, 
 My ibul arofe on high ; 
 " My God, my life, my hope," I faid, 
 il Ering thy ialvation nigh." 
 
 3 My fpirit labors up thine hill, 
 
 And climbs the heav'nly road ; 
 But thy right hand upholds me it'll) , 
 While I purfue my God. 
 
 4 Thy mercv ftretches o'er my head 
 
 The ihadow of thy wings ; 
 My heart rejoices in thine aid, 
 My tongue awakes and lings. 
 
 5 But the deiiroyers of my peace 
 
 .Shall fret and rage in vain; 
 
PSALMS. J ! J 
 
 The tempter fhali for ever ceafe, 
 
 And all my Ihk be {lain. 
 6 Thy fword mall give my foes to death, 
 
 And fend them down to d-well 
 In the i'-\tk caverns of the earth, 
 
 Or in the deeps of hell. 
 
 PSAL M LXIII. Long Metre. 
 
 Longing after Go J ; or, The love of God bettei 
 
 •-•''/ //;.,;/ life. 
 
 1 £JREAT God, indulge my humble claim, 
 
 Thou art my hope, my joy, my reft ; 
 The glories that compofe. thy 'name 
 Stand ail engaged to make me bleft. 
 
 2 Then great and good, rhou 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 thirfty lands 
 
 Pant for the cooling water brook. 
 
 4 "With early feet I love i' appear 
 
 Among th/ faint.-, and feek thy face, 
 Oft' have I feen thy glory there, 
 
 And felt the power of fov'reign grace. 
 
 5 Not fruits or wines, that tempt a»r tafte, 
 
 No pleasures that to fenfe belong 
 Could make me fo divinely bleft, 
 Or raife fo high my cheerful long. 
 
 6 My life itfelf without thy love 
 
 No tafte or pleafure could afford ; 
 
 'Twould but a tirefbrae burden prove, 
 
 if I were banifli'd from the Lord. 
 
 7 Am id ft the wakeful hours of night, 
 
 V/hea bufy cares alAiS: my head, 
 
1 l6 PSALMS. 
 
 One thought of thee gives new delight, 
 And adds refrefhment to ray bed. 
 8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raife my voice, 
 While Iliave breath to pray or praife ; 
 This work fhall make my heart rejoice, 
 And blefs the remnant of my days. 
 
 PSALM LXIII. Short Metre. 
 Seeking God. 
 i ]yjY God, permit my tongue 
 
 This joy, to call thee mine ; 
 And let my early cries prevail 
 To tafte thy love divine. 
 
 2 My thirfty fainting foul 
 
 Thy mercy does implore : 
 
 Not travellers in defert lands 
 
 Can punt for waters more. 
 
 3 Within thy churches, Lord, 
 
 I long to find my place, 
 Thy power and glory to behold, 
 And feel thy quick'ning grace. 
 
 4 For life without £hy love 
 
 No relifh can afford; 
 No joy can be compar'd with this, 
 To ferve and pleafe the Lord. 
 
 5 To thee I'll lift my hands, 
 
 And praife thee while I live ; 
 Not the rich dainties of a feaft 
 Such food or pleafure give. 
 
 6 In wakeful hours of night 
 
 I call my God to mind ; 
 I think how wi r e thy coun'els are, 
 And all thy dealings kind. 
 
 7 Since thou haft been my help, 
 
 To thee my fpirit flies, 
 And on thy watchful providence 
 My cheerful hope relies. 
 
PSALMS. 117 
 
 The fhadow of thy wings 
 
 My foul in fafety keeps : 
 I follow where my Father leads, 
 
 And he fupports my fteps. 
 
 PSALM LXIV. Long Metre, 
 Q.REAT God, attend to my complaint, 
 
 Nor let my drooping fpirit faint ; 
 When foes in fecret fpread the fnare, 
 Let my falvation be thy care. 
 
 Shield me without, and guard within, 
 From treacherous foes and deadly fin; 
 May envy, luft, and pride depart, 
 And heav'nly grace expand my heart. 
 Thy jufiice and thy power difplay, 
 .And icatter far thy foes away ; 
 "While lift/ning nations learn thy word, 
 And faints triumphant blefs the Lord. 
 Then fhall thy church exalt her voice, 
 And all that love thy name rejoice ; 
 By faith approach thine awful tfe*one ? 
 And plead the merits of thy Son. 
 
 PSALM LXV. ver. r,— 5. Fir ft part. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 PubHc pra'jsr and prazfe, 
 THE praife of Zion waits for thee, 
 
 My God ; and praife becomes thine boufe | 
 There fhall thy faints thy glory fee. 
 
 And there perform their public vows. 
 O thou, wbofe mercy bends the ikies, 
 
 To fave when hRroble finners pray. 
 All lands to thee fhall lift their eyes', 
 And every yielding heart obey. 
 
 Againil my will my fin'; prevail, 
 
 But grace fhall purge away the (lain.; 
 
 The blood of Chriit will never faii 
 To wrJh mv garment.:; whire acain. 
 
P S A L M S. 
 
 
 4 Blefs a is the man whom t^ou ft ah choofe, 
 
 And give him kind accefi to thee; 
 Give hir.i a place within tnv fcoufe. 
 To tafte thy 'love divinely fee. 
 
 P a u s e ' 
 
 5 Let Babel fear when Ziun pravs ; 
 
 Babel, prepare tor long dither, 
 When Ziarf's God hlmfelf arrays 
 In terror and ia rigliteouiuefs. 
 
 6 With dreadful giorv God fulfils 
 
 What his afHided faints reijuetf* 
 And with almighty wrath reveals 
 His love, to give his churches reft. 
 
 7 Then (hall the nocking nations run 
 
 To Zion's hill, and own their Lord ; 
 The riling and the letting fun 
 
 Ssiall fee the Saviour's name adoi'd. 
 
 PSALM LXV. ver. 5,-33- Second part. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Divine Vt-oyidei.ee in air, earth, and fea; or, 
 
 The God of nature and grace. 
 
 1 THE God of our fkivatjqn hears 
 
 The groans of Zion, rnix'd with tears ; 
 Yet when he comes with kind defigns, 
 Through all the way his terror mines. 
 
 2 On him the race of man depends, 
 Far as the earth's remote ft end<, 
 Where the Creator's name is known 
 By nature's feeble light alone. 
 
 3 Sailors, that travel o'er the flood, 
 Addrefs their frighted fonh to God, 
 When tempeits rage, and billows roar, 
 At dreadful diftance from the more. 
 
 4 Vie bids the noify tempeib ceafe ; 
 He calm? the raging crowd to' peace, 
 When a tumultuous nation raves. 
 Wild as the wind:, and loud as i 
 
PSALMS. , M9 
 
 5 Whole kingdoms, fliaken by the ftorm, 
 He fettles in a peaceful form ; 
 Mountains eftabliuVd by his hand, 
 Fir:-.? on their old foundations fland. 
 
 6 Behold, his enfigns fweep the iky, 
 Now comets blaze, and light'nings fly ; 
 The heathen lands, with fwifr. fuvpriiV, 
 From the bright horrors tuim their eyes. 
 
 7 At his command the morning ray 
 
 S niles in the eait, and leads the day ; 
 He guides the fun's declining wheels 
 Over the tops of wefiern hills. 
 
 8 Seafons and times obey his voice ; 
 The ev'ning and the morn rejoice r 
 
 To fee the earth made foft with mower:, 
 Laden with fruit, ard drefs'd in fioweis. 
 
 9 'Tis from his W3t'ry ftores on high 
 He gives the thirfty ground fupply : 
 He walks upon the c'ouch, and thence 
 Doth hi-, enriching drops difpenfe. 
 
 1 b The defert grows a fruitful field, 
 Abundant fruf? the vallies yield ; 
 Ti*e vafliej (bout with cheerful voice, 
 And neighbouring hills repeat their joys. 
 
 [ i The pastures fhilJe in green array, 
 There lambs and larger cattle play ; 
 The larger cattle and the lamb, 
 Each in his language fpeaks thy name, 
 
 12 Thy works pronounce thy pow'r divide ; 
 O'er ev'rv field thy glories fiiine, 
 Ttirough ev'ry month thy gilts appear-; 
 Great God,' thy goodnefs crowns the year. 
 
 P S A L !V1 LXV. Firfr part. Lung Metre. 
 A pr.:yjr-hpt<rht* Go ' ; and the G&ttibs -edited. 
 % pRAtSE watts in Zion, Lord, for thee, 
 There fhall our vows be paid | 
 
120 PSALMS. 
 
 Thou haft an ear when finners pray, 
 
 All flefh fhall feek thine aid. 
 
 2 Lord, our iniquities prevail, 
 
 But pardoning grace is thine, 
 And thou wilt grant us power and Hull 
 To conquer ev'ry fin. 
 
 3 Blefs'd are the men whom thou wilt chufe j 
 
 To bring them near thy face, 
 Give them a dwelling in thine houfe, 
 To feaft upon thy grace. 
 
 4 In anfw'ring what thy church requefts, 
 
 Thy truth and terror lhine, 
 And works of dreadful righteoufhefs 
 Fulfil thy kind deiign. 
 
 5 Thns fhall the wond'ring nations lee 
 
 The Lvrd is good and juft ; 
 And diftant iilands fly to thee. 
 And make thy name their truft. 
 
 6 They dread thy glittering tokens, Lord, 
 
 When flgns in heav'n appear; 
 But they flaall learn thy holy word, 
 And love as well as fear. 
 
 PSALM LXV. Second part. Common Metis 
 
 The providence of God in air, earth, and feu ; oi 
 The blefjliigs of rain. 
 
 i » TlS by thy ftrength the mountains {land, 
 God of eternal power; 
 The fesi grows calm at thy command, 
 And tempefts ceafe to roar. 
 ?. Thy morning light and ev* fling fliadc 
 Succeffive comforts bring ■ 
 Thy plenteous fruits make rmrvcl glad, 
 Thy flowers adorn the fpring. 
 3 Sea r ons and times, and moons, and hour", | 
 Keav'i?, earth 1 , Stid air, a're thine; 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 When clouds diftil in fruitful (bowers, 
 The author is divine. 
 i Thole wandering citterns in the fey 
 Borne by the winds around, 
 Whofe waVry treafures well fuppl? 
 The furrows of the ground. 
 5 The thii-fry ridges drink their fill, 
 And ranks of corn appear ; 
 Thy ways abound with bleilings (till, 
 Thy goodnefs crowns the year. 
 PSALM LXV. Third part. Common Metre 
 The blcj/ings cf the fpring ; or, God gives rah,. 
 A Pfalm for the Hufbandman. 
 
 QOD is the Lord, the heav'nly Kin?;, 
 
 Who makes the earth his care ; 
 Vifits the paftures ev'ry fpring, 
 
 And bids the grafs appear. < 
 The clouds, like rivers, rais'd on high, 
 • Pour out at his command 
 Their wat'ry bieflings from the Iky, 
 
 To cheer the thinly land. 
 
 3 The foftenM ridges of the field 
 Permit the corn to fpring; 
 
 The vallies rich provifion yield, 
 And the poor lab'rers frng. 
 
 4 The little hills on ev'ry fide 
 
 Rejoice at falling fhow'rs ; 
 The meadows, drefs'd in beauteous pride, 
 Perfume the air with flow'rs. 
 
 J The barren clods, refrefh'd with rain, 
 Promife a joyful crop ; 
 The parched grounds look green again, 
 And raife the reapers' hope. 
 6 The various months thy goodnefs crowns, 
 How bounteous are thy ways ! 1* 
 
122 PSALMS. 
 
 The bleating flocks fpread o'er the downs, 
 And fhepherds fhout thy praife. 
 
 PSALM LXVI. Pirft part. Common Metre. 
 
 Governing power and goodnefs ; or, Our grace 
 tried by affliction. 
 
 i gING, all ye nations, to the Lord, 
 Sing with a joyful noife: 
 With melody of found record 
 His honours and your joys. 
 
 2 Sat to the Pcw'r that formed the flcy, 
 " How terrible art thou ! 
 u Sinners before thy preence fly, 
 " Or at thy feet they bow." 
 [3 Come, fee the wonders of cur God, 
 How glorious are his ways ? 
 In Mofe^ hand he put the rod, 
 And ciave the frighted leas. 
 
 4 He made the ebbing channel dry, 
 
 While tfra'l p'afs'd the food % 
 There did the church begin their joy s 
 And triumph in their Gvi) ] 
 
 5 lie rules by his reYiftlefs might ; 
 
 yvii'i rebel mortals dare 
 Provoke t.V Eternal to the fight, 
 As.d tempt that dreadful War I 
 
 6 O Ue'.s our God, and never ceafe 
 
 "Ye faints, fulfil hi', p'.ni: ; 
 lb. Iceeps our li taVnS our peace, 
 
 And guides our doubtful waVs. 
 
 7 Lord, thou Kaft prov*d our io Hiring fcub. 
 
 Ta make our grace's mine ; 
 So 6fl er bears the burning coal-, 
 The metal to refine, 
 fe [ ,'r->ut,h wat'rv dee£s and fiery ways 
 \v<: iu-tcu ... {<■ cbirfft3farid, 
 
PSALMS. 123 
 
 Led to poiTefs the piomis'd place 
 By thine unerring hand. 
 
 PSALM I.XVI. ver. 13,— 20. Second part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 P raffs to Go. i for betfrf&g pfmeY: 
 
 1 \TO^ ? fhall my folemn vows be paid 
 
 To that almighty Pow'r, 
 That heard the long re que ft s I made 
 In my diilrefsful hour. 
 
 2 My lips and cheerful heart prepare 
 
 To make his mercies-known ; 
 Come, ye that fear my God, and- hear 
 The wonders he has done. 
 
 3 When on my head huge forrows fell, 
 
 I fought the heav'nly aid ; 
 He fav'd my (inking foul from hell, 
 And death's eternal made. 
 
 4 If fin lay cover d in my heart 
 
 While pray'r emploj'd my tongue, 
 The Lord had mown me no regard, 
 Nor I his praifes fung. 
 
 5 But God (his name be ever blefs'd % .) 
 
 Has fet my fpirit free, 
 Nor turii'd from him my poor requeft, 
 Nor turn'd his heart from me. 
 
 PSALM LXVH. Common Metre. 
 The KdtiorSs profperzty, and the church's incrcaft. 
 1 CHINS, mighty God, on Zion mine, 
 With beams of heavenly grace : 
 Reveal thy pow'r through all our coa'ftsj 
 Avd Ihew thy fmiling face. 
 [2 Amid ft our realm, exalted high 
 Do thou our glory Hand, 
 And, like a wall of guardian fire, 
 Surround thf fa v ; rite land."! 
 
124 PSALMS. 
 
 3 When fhall thy name from more to more 
 
 Sound all the earth abroad, 
 And diftant nations know and love 
 Their Saviour and their God? 
 
 4 Sing to the Lord, ye diltant lands, 
 
 Sing loud, with folemn voice ; 
 Let every tongue exalt his praife, 
 And every heart rejoice. 
 
 5 He, the great Lord, the fov' reign Judge. 
 
 That fits enthroned above, 
 In wifdom rules the worlds he made 
 And bids them tafte his love. 
 
 6 Earth (hall obey his high command, 
 
 And yield a full increafe; 
 Oar God will crown his chofen land 
 With fruitfulnefs and peace. 
 
 " God the Redeemer fcatters round 
 His choiceft favours here, 
 While the creation's utmoil boui.J 
 Shall fee, adore, and fear. 
 
 PSALM LXVIII. Fhftpart.ver. i,— 6, 32, — 35. 
 Long Metre. 
 
 The vengeance and cotnpaffitn of Go i. 
 
 1 1 ET God arife in all his might, 
 
 And put the troops of hell to flight ; 
 As fmoke, that fought to cloud the flcies, 
 'jei'ore the rifing tempeft flies. 
 
 [i He comes, avray'd in burning flames; 
 Joftice and Vengeance are uh names: 
 BehoW, his fainting foes expire, 
 Like melting wax before the fire.] 
 
 n He rides and thunders through the fky; 
 His name Jehovah founds on high: 
 Sing to his name, ye Tons of grace; 
 Ye faints, rejoice before his face. 
 
PSALMS. 12 J 
 
 4 The widow and the fatherlefs 
 l**y to his aid in fharp diftrefs ! 
 In him the poor and helplefs find" 
 A Judge that's juft, a Father kind. 
 
 5 He breaks the captive's heavy chain, 
 And prisoners fee the light again ; 
 But rebels, that difpute his will, 
 Shall dwell in chains and darknefs ftill. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong ; 
 Crown him, ye nations, in your fong ; 
 His wotad'rous names and powers reheanfe, 
 His honours (hall enrich your verfe. 
 
 7 He makes the heav'ns with loud alarms ; 
 How terrible is God in arms ! 
 
 In Ifra'l are his mercies known, 
 Ifra'l is his peculiar throne. 
 
 8 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blefs'd ; 
 He's your defence, your joy, your reft : 
 When terrors rife, and nations faint, 
 
 God is the ftrength of ev'ry faint. 
 
 PSALM LXVIII.'ver. 17, 18. Second part. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Ghrifi's afcenfion^ and the gift of the Spirit. 
 
 1 T^ORD, when thou didtt afcend on high, 
 
 Ten thoufand angels fill'd the fey ; 
 Thofe heav'nly guards around thee wait, 
 Like chariots that attend thy flate. 
 
 2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear 
 More glorious when the Lord wa^ there, 
 While he pronotmc'd his dreadful law, 
 Aad ftruck the chofen tribes with awe, 
 
 3 How bright the triumph none can telj, 
 When the rebellious pow'rs of hell, 
 That thoufand fouls had captive made, 
 Were all irr chains, like captives, led. 
 
126 PSALMS. 
 
 4 Rais'd by hi" Father to the throne, 
 He Tent his promis'd Spirit down, 
 With gifts and grace for rebel men, 
 That God might dwell on earth again. 
 
 TSALM LXVIII. ver. 19, 9, 20, 2j, 22. 
 Third part. Long Metre. 
 Pfajfe for ietnpor.il bhfftngs'; or, Common and 
 '..7 mercies. 
 
 1 \\TE blefs the Lord, the juft, the good, 
 
 Who fill 5 our hearts with heav'nly food j 
 Who pours his blellings from the fkies, 
 And loads our days with rich fupplies. 
 
 2 He fends his fun his circuit round, 
 
 To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground ; 
 He bids the clouds, with plenteous rain, 
 Rel'refh. the thirity earth again. 
 
 5 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, 
 And all our near escapes from death : 
 Safety and health to God belong ; 
 
 He heals the weak, and guards the 1 flrong. 
 
 4 He makes the faint and finner prcve 
 The common blefllngs of his love ; 
 bur. the wide dili'rence that remains 
 Is endlefs joy or endlefs pains. 
 
 5 The Lord, that bruiVd the fcrpent^ head, 
 
 'i the ferpent's feed lliall tread, 
 Toe ftubborn fmner's heart confound, 
 And fmire him with a lailing wound. 
 ) But his right hand his faints (hall raife 
 From the deep earth, or deeper feas ; 
 And bring them to his court above, 
 There Siall they tafte his fpecial love. 
 PSALM LXIX. ver. 1, — 14. Firft part. 
 Common Metre. 
 The fuffi rings of Chrift for our fixation. 
 r " v^AVE me, OGod, the fwelling foods, 
 " Break j;i upatf lar-y fotoil : 
 
PSALMS. 12" 
 
 a I fmk ; and forrows o'er my head, 
 " Like mighty wafers, roll. 
 
 2 " I cry 'till all my voice be gone, 
 
 « In tears I wade the day ; 
 a My God, behold my longing eyes, 
 « And fhorten thy delay. 
 
 3 " Thev hate my foui without a caufc, 
 
 " And {till their number grows ; 
 " More than the hairs around my head, 
 "■ And mighty are my foes. 
 A " 'Twas then I paid that dreadful debt 
 " That men could never pay, 
 " And gave thofe honours to thy law 
 " Which fmners took away." 
 
 5 Thus, in the great Mefllah's naaie, 
 
 The royal prophet mourns; 
 Thus he awakes our hearts to grief, 
 And gives us joy by -turns. 
 
 6 " Now fhali the faints rejoice, and find 
 
 11 Salvation in my name ; 
 • *« For I have borne their heavy load 
 " Offorrow, pain, and fhame. 
 
 7 " Grief, like a garment, cloth' d ms round, 
 
 " And fackcloth was my drefs, 
 " While- 1 procured for naked fouls 
 " A robe of righteoufnefs. 
 
 8 " Amongft my brethren, and the Jews, 
 
 " I like a irranger irood, 
 " And bore their vile reproach, to bring 
 " The Gentiles near to God. 
 
 9 " I came, in fmful mortals' fiead, 
 
 u To do my Father's will ; 
 " Yet, , when I cleans'd my Father'^ fegufe. " 
 " Thev fcandaliz'd my zeal. 
 ; D " My faftings and my holy groans 
 u y/ ere mads the drunkard's iu<:£ \ 
 
123 -PSALM S. 
 
 M But God, from his celeftial throne, 
 " Heard my complaining tongue. 
 
 11 "He fav'd me from the dreadful deep, 
 
 " Where fears befet me round ; 
 " He rais'd and fiVd my finking feet, 
 ** On well eftablinYd ground. 
 
 12 u 'Twa* in a mod accepted hour 
 
 11 My pray'r arofe on high, 
 u And, for my r ake, my God {hall hear 
 " The dying fmner's cry." 
 
 P SALM LXIX. ver. t4, — 21, 26, 29, 
 Second part. Common Metre. 
 
 The pnjfion ani exaltation of Cbrift. 
 
 1 TV^OW let our lip^, with holy fear, 
 -4.N And mournful pleafure, fing 
 The fuft?rings of our great High' Prieftj 
 The lorrows of our King. 
 7. He fink: in floods of deepdtftrefs ; 
 How high the waters vile ! - 
 While to his beav'nly Father's ear 
 He lends perpetual cries. 
 3 " Hear me, O Lord, and fave thy Son, 
 " Nor hide thy mining face ; 
 " Why mould thy favorite look like one 
 " Forfaken'of thy grace? 
 With rage they perfecute the man 
 *• That groans beneath thy wound, 
 V/bile tor a ' r ac: i£ee I pour, 
 •.' My life upon the ground. 
 They tread my ftbnonr to the daft, 
 tl And laugh when I complain ; 
 Their Iharp in faking /landers add 
 n prefi-, anguifh to my pain. 
 All ray reproach is knqwn to thee, 
 •< The fcandal and the fliame; 
 
PSALMS. 129 
 
 11 Reproach hath broke my bleeding heart, 
 
 «' And lies defil'd my name. 
 i * I iook/d for pity, but in vain ; 
 
 u My kindred are my grief; 
 " I a&: my friends for comfort round, 
 
 " But meet with no relief. 
 
 " With vinegar they mock my thirfb, 
 
 ii They give me gall for food ; 
 " And, fporting with my dying groans, 
 
 " They triumph in my blood. 
 " Shine into my diflrefled foul, 
 
 " Let thy companion fave; ' 
 " And though my flefii fmk down to dsath, 
 
 " Redeem it fro;n the grave. 
 ; to li I ftiall arife to praife thy name, 
 
 " Shall reign in worlds unknown, 
 " And thy faivation, O my God. 
 
 " Shall feat me on thy throne." 
 
 PSALM LXIX. Third part. Csmmoa Metre. 
 
 Cyrix's obedience and death ; or, God gkrified and 
 [inner s f aved. 
 
 1 TTATIIER, I hag thy wond'rous grace, 
 
 I biefs my Saviour's name, 
 
 He brought faivation for the poor, 
 
 And bore the fiimer's fhame. 
 
 2 His deep diftreis has rais'd us high,, 
 
 His duty and his zeal 
 Fulfilled the law which mortals broke, 
 And finifa'd all thy will. 
 
 3 His dying groans, his living fongs, 
 
 Shall better pleafe my God, 
 Than harp or trumpet's folemn found, 
 Than goaf's or bullock's blood. 
 
 4 This (hall his humble followers fee. 
 
 And fet their hearts at reft ; 
 F 2 
 
I^O P S A L M S. 
 
 They by his death draw near to thee, 
 And live for ever bleiVd. 
 
 5 Let heav'n, and all that dwell on big!., 
 
 To God their voices raife, 
 While lands and Teas auiit the fcr, 
 And join t' advance his praife. 
 
 6 Zion is thine, moft holv God ; 
 
 Thy Son {hall blefs her gates ; 
 And glory, purchased by his blood, 
 For thine own Ifra?l waits. 
 PSALM LXIX. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 
 Chriji *s pajjton, and Jianer^s falvai ion. 
 3 ][}EEP in our hearts let us record 
 
 The deeper farrows of" our Lord ; 
 Behold, the riling billows roll, 
 To overwhelm his holy foul ! 
 
 2 In long complaints he p?nds his breath , 
 While holts of hell, and p<TO*rs of death, 
 And all the fons of malice join 
 
 To execute their curs'd delign. 
 
 3 Yet, gracious God, thy pow'r and love 
 Has made the curfe a blefung prove ; 
 Thofe dreadful fufFrings of thy Sen 
 Atoned for crimes which we have done. 
 
 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord, 
 The honours of thy law reftoi'o; 
 His forrows made thy j nil ice known, 
 
 And paid for follies not his ov n. 
 
 5 O for his fake our guilt jorgive, 
 And let the mourning linger live ; 
 The Lord will hear us in his name ; 
 Nor (hall our hope be Uun'd to fkume. 
 
 PSALM LXIX. ver.7, &c. Sacond part. Lang Met. 
 
 Chrijt's fT!jferJn$s a,/.i ze I. 
 I ' TAV AS for our fake, eternal God, 
 
 Thy Son fuilain'd that heayy load 
 
PSALMS. Ifj 
 
 Of bafe reproach, and fore difgrace, 
 While fharne defil'd his facred face. 
 2 The Jews, his brethren and his Kin, 
 Abus'd the Man that checked their fin ; 
 While he fulfilled thy holy laws, 
 They hate him, but without a caufe. 
 
 [3 " My Father's houfe, faid he, was made 
 " A place for worftiip, not for trade;" 
 Then, featuring all their gold and brafs, 
 He fcourg'd the merchants from the place.] 
 
 [4 Zeal for the temple of his God 
 Confum'd his life, exposed his blood : 
 Reproaches at thy glory thrown 
 He felt, he mourn'd them as his own] 
 
 [5 Hi*, friends forfook,his followers fled, 
 While foes and arms furround his head ; 
 They curie him with a fland'rous tongue, 
 And the falfe judge maintains the wrong.] 
 
 [6 His life they load with hateful lies, 
 
 . And charge his lips with blafphemie c ; 
 They nail him to the fhameful tree : 
 There hung the Man that died forme ] 
 
 • But God beheld, and, from his throne, 
 Marks out the men that hates his Son; 
 The hand that raised him from the dead, 
 Snail pour the veng'ance on their head. 
 
 P S A L M LXX. Common Metre, 
 Protection againft perfoiial enemies. 
 
 1 }>? hafte, O God, attend my call, 
 
 Nor bear my cries in vain ; 
 O let thy fpeed prevent my fall, 
 And ftill my hope fuftain. 
 
 2 When foes infidious wound my nam-?. 
 
 And tempt my foul affray, 
 Then let them fall, with lading Ibarae, 
 T> their rr.vn plats a prey. 
 
1^2 PSALMS. 
 
 3 While all that love thy name rejoice, 
 
 And glory in thy word, 
 In thy falvation raife their voice, 
 And magnify the Lord. 
 
 4 O thou my help in time of need, 
 
 Behold my fore difmay ; 
 In pity haft en to my aid, 
 Nor let thy grace de ay 
 
 ? S A L M LXXL ver. 5—9. Firft part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The aged [dints reflection and hope. 
 t J^[Y God, my everlafting hope, 
 I live upon thy truth ; 
 Thine hands have held my childhood up. 
 And ft lengthened all my youth. 
 
 2 My flefti was fafhionM by thy power, 
 
 With aH thefe limb?: of mine ; 
 And from my mothers pafcrfdl hour, 
 I've been entirely thine. 
 
 3 Still has my life new wonders (een 
 
 Repeated ev'ry year ; 
 Behold, my days that yet remain 
 I truft them to thy cave. 
 
 4 Cad me not oil when ftrength decline". 
 
 When hoary hairs arife ; 
 And round' me let thy glorv fliine, 
 Whene'er thy fervantdies. 
 
 5 Then, in the hiftory of my age, 
 
 When men review my days, 
 They'll read thy love in ev'ry page, 
 In ev'ry line thy praife. 
 
 PS A L M LXXI. ver. 15, 14, 16, 23, 22, 24. 
 
 Second part. Common Metre. 
 Corift ourftrenoth and righteot/fi.cfs: 
 1 ]VJY Saviour, my almighty Friend, 
 When I begin thypr«\ife, 
 
PSALMS, 1$$ 
 
 r Where will the growing numbers end, 
 
 The numbers of thy grace? 
 h Thou art my everlafting truft, 
 
 Thy goodnefs I adore ; 
 I And fince I knew thy graces firfr, 
 
 I fpeak thy glories more. 
 [3 My feet Avail travel all the length 
 
 Of the celeflial road, 
 And march with courage, in thy ftreagtfa, 
 
 To fee my Father God. 
 
 4 When 1 am filFd with fore diftrefs 
 
 For fome furprifing fin, 
 I'll plead thy perfeft righreoufhefs, 
 And mention none but thine. 
 
 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell 
 
 The vicVries of my King ! 
 My foul, redeemed from death and bell, 
 Shall thy falvation ling. 
 
 [6 My tongue (hall all the day proclaim 
 My Saviour and ray God, 
 His death has brought my foes to Ihame, 
 And fav'd me by his blood.] 
 
 7 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers; 
 With this delightful fong 
 I'll entertain the darkeft hours, 
 
 Nor think the feafon long. , 
 
 PSALM LXXI. ver. 17— 21 . Third part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The aged Chriftian's prayer and Jong ; or, Old age, 
 
 death, an i the refurreftion. 
 
 1 Q.OD of my childhood, and my youth, 
 
 The guide of all my days, 
 
 I have declared thy heav'nly truth. 
 
 And told thy wond'rous ways. 
 
 2 Wilt thou forfake my hoary hairs. 
 
 And leave my fainting heart \ 
 
f 34 P S A L M s. 
 
 Who (ball fuftain my inking years 
 It* God my ilrength depart ? 
 
 3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim 
 
 Before the rifing age, 
 
 And leave a favour of thy name 
 When 1 fhall quit the ftage. 
 
 4 7'he land of filence and of death 
 
 Attends my next remove ; - 
 O na? thj'e poor remains of breath 
 Teach the wide -wot Id thy love ' 
 
 5 Thy righteoufnefs is deep and high, 
 
 Unfearchable thy deed; ; 
 Thy glory fpreads beyond the flcy, 
 And all my praife exceed?. 
 
 6 Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar, 
 
 And oft endur'd the grief; 
 But when thy hand has prefs'd me fore, 
 Thy grace was my relief. 
 
 7 By long experience have I known 
 
 Thy fov'reign power to fave ; 
 At thy command I venture down 
 Securely to the grave. 
 
 8 When I fie bisiied deep in dud, 
 
 My fiefh fhal" be thy care; 
 T'ne'b w ther'd limbs with tiiee I trult, 
 To raiie them ftrong and fair. 
 P S A L M LXXII. Firlt part. Long Metre. 
 The king-lorn ofChrift. 
 
 1 QREATGad, whofe univerfal fway 
 
 The kaown and unknown worlds, obey, 
 Now g'p.t the kingdom a> thy Ran, 
 Extend his power, exalt his throne. 
 
 2 Thy fceptre well becomes his hands, 
 All heay'fl fubmits ro his command" ; 
 
PSALMS. 1^5 
 
 His juftice fh all avenge the poor, 
 And pride and rage prevail no more. 
 
 3 With power he vindicates thejuft, 
 And treads the op pre fib r in the dun ; 
 His worfhip and his fear fhail laft, 
 Till hours, and years, and time be paft. 
 
 4 As rain on meadows newly mown, 
 So fhali he fend hi* influence down ; 
 His grace on fainting fouls diftils, 
 Like heavenly dew on thirfty hills. 
 
 5 The heathen lands that lie beneath 
 The fhades of overspreading death, 
 Revive at his firft daw ring light, 
 And defe rts bloflbm at the fight. 
 
 6 The feints ihall flourifh in his day?, 
 D.-e'Vd in the robes of joy and praiie ; 
 Peace, "ike a river, from his throne, 
 Shall flow to nations yet unknown. 
 
 PSALM LXXII. Second part. Long Metre. 
 
 Qirift's kingdom atnong the Gentiles. 
 I JESUS (hall reign wbeie'er the fun 
 Does his fucceflive journeys rna ; 
 
 His kingdom ft retch from fhore to ihore, 
 
 Till mocns mall wax and wane no more. 
 [2 Behold the nations with their kings; 
 
 There Europe her beft tribute biingr ; 
 
 From north to fouth the princes meet 
 
 To pay their homage at his feet. 
 ^ There Pei fa, -glorious to behold, 
 
 And India ftines in eaflern gold J 
 
 While v/eftern empires own their Lord, 
 
 And lavage tribes attend his word. 3 
 4 For him fhall endlefs prayer be made, 
 
 And endlefs praifss erown his head ; 
 
 His name, like fweet perfume,, flaall life 
 
 With ey'ry morning fasrihee. 
 
*3« P S A L M S. 
 
 5 People and realms of ev'ry tongue 
 Dwell on his love with fweeteft foiig ; 
 And infant voices mall proclaim 
 Their early blellings oa h'u name. 
 
 6 BleJHngs abounds where'er he reigns, 
 "The joyful pris'ner b arils his chains.; 
 The weary iind eternal reft, 
 
 And all the ions of want a. 2 bleft. 
 [7 Where he difplays his healing power, 
 
 Death and the curie are known no more ; 
 
 In him the tribes of Adam boaft 
 
 More Meltings than their father loft. 
 8 Let ev'ry creature rife and bring 
 
 Peculiar honours to our King: 
 
 Angels defcend with fongs again, 
 
 Ai.d earth repeats the loud Ameu.] 
 
 PSALM LXXIII. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 -■4ffl.iftedfj.ints happy, and prof per ous finners cur fed. 
 2 ?SjOW I'm conViuc'd the Lord is kind 
 To men of heart fincere, 
 Ye: once vv- foolijK tliouglits repuVd,, 
 And bqtdc 1 'd en deipair. 
 
 2 I griev'd to fee the wicked thrive, 
 
 And fpoke with angry bieath, 
 ' li How piea-ant and profane tbev live; 
 44 H >w peaceful is their death! 
 
 3 » With well fed flefh aad haughty eves 
 
 11 Tbev lay their fears to fieep ; 
 li Againd the heav'ns their flanders rife, 
 l ' While faints in hlcnce weep. 
 
 4 ;4 In vain I lift my hands to pray, 
 
 41 And clean ie my heart in vain ; 
 44 For I am chat'leivM all the da- , 
 14 The night renews my pain. " 
 
 5 Yet while my tongue indulged complaint j, 
 
 I feci my hear: reprove. 
 
PSALMS. 13 ; 
 
 " Sure I {ball thus offend thy faints, 
 
 ." And grieve the men Hove." 
 
 ut ftilll found my doubts too hard. 
 
 The conflict too fevere, 
 Till I retired to fearch thy word, 
 
 And learn thy fecrets there. 
 There, as in fome prophetic glafs, 
 
 I faw the finner fit 
 High mounted on a flipp' ry place, 
 
 Befide a fiery pit. 
 I heard the wretch profanely boaft, 
 
 'Til! at thy frown he fell ; 
 His honours in a dream were loft, 
 
 And he awakes in heil. 
 Lord, what an envious fool I was ! 
 
 How like a thoughtlefs beait! 
 Thus to fufpecl thy promised grace, 
 
 And think the wicked -bleft. 
 o Yet I was kept from full defpair, 
 
 Upheld bv pow'r unknown ; 
 That bleiTed hand that broke the fnare 
 
 Shall guide me to thy throne. 
 
 pALM LXXIIT. ver. 23,-28, Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 God our portion here and hereafter, 
 
 QOD, my fnpporter and my hopi, 
 
 My help for ever near, 
 Thine arm ef mercy held me up 
 When finking in defpair. 
 i Thy councils, Lord, fhail guide my feet 
 Through life's bewildered race ' T 
 Thine hand conduct me near thy feat, 
 To d;ve}\ before thy face. 
 i Were I in heav'n without my Go<2 } 
 'Twould be ncjoy to me ; 
 
I . $8 PSALMS. 
 
 And n-hilft this earth is my abode, 
 
 I long for none but thee. 
 4 What it* the fpdngs of life fhonld break. 
 
 And flefti and heart fnould faint, 
 God is my foul's eternal rock, 
 
 The ftrength of every faint. 
 
 .7 Behoid, the finners that remove 
 Far from thy pre fence die ; 
 Not all the idol gods they love 
 Can fave them when they cry. 
 6 But to draw near to thee, my God, 
 Shall be my fweet employ ; 
 My tongue mall found thy works abroad, 
 And tell the world my joy. 
 
 P S A L M LXXIII. ver. 22, 3, 6, 17,-— 2: 
 
 Long Metre. 
 
 The profperitj of finners curfet 3 . 
 
 i I^ORD, what a thoughtlefs wretch was I 
 To mourn, and murmur, and repine, 
 To fee the wicked plac'd on high, 
 In pride and robes of honour {bine. 
 
 2 But, oh, their end, their dreadful end ! 
 
 Thy faneluary taught me fo : 
 
 On flipp'ry rocks I fee them ftand, 
 
 And fiery billows roll below. 
 
 3 Now let them boaft how tall they pfe, 
 
 I'll never envy them again ; 
 There they mayftand with haughty eves, 
 'Till they plunge deep in endlefs pain. 
 
 4 Their fancy'd joys, how fa ft thev flee ! 
 
 Like dreams, as fleeting and as vain ; 
 Their fongs of fofteft harmony, 
 Are but a prelude to their pain. 
 
 5 Now I efteem their mirth and wine 
 
 Too dear to purchafc with nv, blood ; 
 
p S A L M S. 139 
 
 ;ord, 'tisenough that thou art mine r 
 My life, my portion, and my God. 
 PSALM LXXIII- Short Metre. 
 The rvyftery of Providence unfolici. 
 $URE there's a righteous God, 
 
 Nor is religion vain; 
 Though men of vice may boaft aloud, 
 
 And men of grace complain. 
 Xfaw the wicked rife, 
 
 And felt my heart repine, 
 While haughty fools with fcornful eyes 
 In robes of honour mine. 
 Pamper 'd with wanton eafe, 
 
 Their fleffe looks full and fair. 
 Their wealth rolls in like iiowing feas, 
 
 And grows without their care. 
 Free f-orn the plagues and pains 
 
 That pious fouls endure, 
 Through all their life oppreilion reigns, 
 
 And racks the humble poor, 
 Their impious tongues biafpheme 
 
 The everlaiting God ; 
 Their malice blafts the good man's name, 
 And fpreads their lies abroad. 
 S But I with flowing tears 
 
 Indulged ray doubts to rife ; 
 
 Is there a God that fees or bears 
 
 " The things below the fides ?"] 
 
 7 The tumult of my thought 
 
 • Held me in hard fufpence, 
 'Till to thine houfe my i'eet were brought 
 To learn thy juftice thence. 
 
 8 Thy word, with light and power, 
 
 Did my miflake amend ; . 
 I view'd'the f&ners life before, 
 But here I learn'd their cm-. 
 
I 40 P S A L M S. 
 
 9 On what a flipp'ry fteep 
 
 The thoughtlefs wretches go ! 
 
 And, oh! that dreadful fiery deep 
 
 That waits their fall below 1 
 
 10 Lord at thy feet I bow, 
 
 My thoughts no more repine : 
 I call my God my portion now, 
 And all my powers are thine. 
 
 PSALM LXXIV. Common Metre. 
 
 The church pleading -with God under fore perfecu- 
 tion. 
 
 1 "^ILIL. God for ever cafe us off? 
 
 His wrath far ever frnoke 
 Againft the people of his love, 
 His little chofen flock ? 
 
 2 Think of the tribes fo dearly bought ; 
 
 With their Redeemers blood; 
 Nor let thy Zion be forgot, 
 Where once thy glory Hood. 
 
 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in hafte, 
 
 Aloud our rum calls ; 
 See what a wide and fearful wade 
 Is made within thy walls. 
 
 4 Where once thy churches pray/d and fatif, 
 
 Thy foes profanely rage ; 
 Aniidft thy gates their enfjgns hang, 
 And there their hoffo engage 
 
 5 How are the feats of wbrlbip brok^ \ 
 
 They tear the buildings down, 
 And he that deals the heavie.it ifcroke 
 Procures the chief renown. 
 
 6 With flame- they threaten to deftroy 
 
 Thy children in their refl ; 
 " Come let its burn at cvcv" (rheven) 
 " The tempi* and t! e priett." 
 
P S A L M S. 14 
 
 .nd {till, to heighten our diftrefs, 
 
 Thy prefence is withdrawn ; 
 Thy wonted figns of power and grace, 
 
 Thy pow'r and grace are gone. 
 so prophet fpeaks to calm our grief. 
 
 But all in filence mourn ; 
 >or know the times of ourvelief. 
 
 The hour of thy return. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 low long, eternal God, how long 
 
 Shall men of pride biafpheme ; 
 ibali faints be made their endleis fong, 
 
 And bear immortal mame. 
 Can ft thou for ever lit and hear 
 
 Thy holy name profan'd ? 
 And itiil thy jealoufy forbear, 
 
 And full withhold thy hand: 
 What ftrange deliverance haft thou fnown* 
 In ages long before ? 
 Andlltow no other God we own, 
 Ko other God adore. 
 Xboa didft divide the raging fea 
 
 By thy refiftlefs might, 
 To make thy tribes a wond-'ro-us vav, 
 
 And then iecure their flight. 
 Is not the world of nature thine, 
 
 The darknefs and the day ? 
 Didft thou not bid the morning Ofene, 
 And mark the fun his way? 
 
 (. Hath not thy pojy't form'd evfry coaft, 
 
 And let the earth its bounds, 
 With furnmer's heat, and winter's froft, 
 In their perpetual rounds? 
 
 5 And .(hall the Tons of earth and duft 
 
 That (acred power blaipheme ! 
 Will not thy hand that form'd them firft ! 
 A venire thine iniur'd name. 
 
142 PSALMS, 
 
 16 Think en the covenant thou haft made, 
 
 And ali thy v. ovds of iove ; 
 Nor let rhe birds 6f prey invade 
 And vex thy trembling doVe. 
 
 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, 
 
 And m&ke our hope their jei- ; 
 Plead thine own caufe, almighty God, 
 
 And give thy children re it. 
 
 P S A L M LXXV. Long Metre. 
 
 ■f to God f r the retur?: efpece, 
 
 T. "TO thee, molt high and holy God, 
 
 To thee our tnankiul hearts we raife ; 
 Thy work" declare tl.y name abroad, 
 
 Thy wondrous works chmand ourpraife. 
 
 2 To flav'ry dodft/d, ti.y xhofen foos 
 
 Behold theft £ae% triumphant rife ; 
 And, fore opprefs'd by cat thi y t hi ones, 
 They fought the Sovereign of the ikies. 
 
 3 'Twas then, great God, v ith equal power 
 
 Arofe thy vengeance a'pd thy grace, 
 
 To fcourge their legions iVom fife more, 
 
 And fttvc the remnant ef thv race. 
 
 4 Thy hand, that formal the refih-'s main, 
 
 And reared the nicuntam's awtnl bead, 
 Bade raging lea-; their rour.'e reltrain, 
 And defer* v.-ikls receive their dead. 
 
 5 Such wonders never c/wnc by chance, 
 
 Nor can tiie winds fuCb bTeflkigs blow ; 
 'Tis God, the i-ulne, d>th one advance, 
 'Tw God thut iays :iTi:d:.er \oifr. 
 
 6 Let haughty tyrants fink tlifeir pride, 
 
 Nor lilt Co ' ig'i Weir icon.h 1 hew, 
 But lay their iiiiiu>iS HwWrgjhl • ■i'-«\r. 
 And t.vii Kk ' ' 
 
\ 
 
 PSALMS. I43 
 
 5 S A !■ -vl LXXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 el f.ived and the Adrians deftroyed ; or, God's 
 engeauce againft his ene?ntes proceeds from his 
 jurch. 
 
 N Judah God of old was known ; 
 His name in I rael great ; 
 n Salem flood his holy throne, 
 
 And Zion Avas his feat. 
 Imorg th-? praifes of his faints, 
 His dwelling there he chofe ; 
 Fiisre he received their juft complaints 
 
 Againft; their haughty foes. 
 From Zion Avent his dreadful Avord, 
 And broke that threatening fpear ;' 
 The boAV, the arrows, and the iword, 
 
 And cruuVd th J AfTyrian Avar. 
 What are the earth's Avide kingdoms eiie 
 
 But mighty hills of prey ! 
 The hill on -which Jehovah dAvells 
 Is glorious more than they. 
 
 Twas Zion\s King that flopp'd the breat'i 
 Of captains and their 'hands ; 
 :The men of might fleen f-ui: in death, 
 That quells their warlike hands. 
 
 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God, 
 
 Both horfe and chariot fell : 
 Who knows the tenors of thy roc:: 
 
 Thy vengeance who can tclH 
 What pow'r can ft'sud before thy "light 
 
 When once thy Avrath appears?? 
 When heav'n fhines rciind <vjrh -dread tui I%li1 
 
 The earth adores and iVc-rs, 
 
 When God in his cavu fqv'feign way's, 
 
 Comes down co Save th* c-ppre!; , 
 I p rath af n'nfn fhaii work' his prSrffe, 
 
 And hs'ii ^efra : ri the reil. 
 
J 44 PSALMS. 
 
 [9 Vows to the Lord, asd tribute bring: 
 Ye princes, tear his frown ; 
 His terrors {hake the proudeft kin£, 
 And fmite his armies down. 
 10 The thunder of his fharp rebuke 
 Our haughty foes ihall feel ; 
 For Jacob's God hath not foifook, 
 But dwells in Zion ftill.] 
 
 PSALM LXXVII. Firftpart. Common Met 
 Melancholy cffau'ting, and hope prevailing, 
 r r rO God I cry'd with mournful voice, 
 I fought his gracious ear, 
 In the fad hour, when trouble rofe, 
 And fill'd my heart with fear. 
 
 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, 
 
 My foul refused relief; 
 I thought oa God, the juft and wife, 
 But thoughts increas'd my grief. 
 
 3 Still I complain'd, and ftill oppreft, 
 
 My heart began to break ; 
 My God, thy wrath forbade my reft, 
 And kept my eyes awake. 
 
 4 My overwhelming furrows grew, 
 
 'Till I could I peak no more ; 
 Then I within myfelf withdrew, 
 Acid call'd thy judgments o'er. 
 
 5 I call'd back years and ancient times, 
 
 When I beheld thy face ; 
 My fpirit fearch'd forfecret crimes 
 Tnat might withhold thy grace. 
 
 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, 
 
 Whieh I enjoy'd before ; 
 And will tlie Lord no more be kind? 
 His face appear no more ? 
 
 7 Will he for ever caft me off? 
 
 His promife ever fail ? 
 
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 Has he forgot his tender love ? 
 
 Shall anger ftill prevail ? 
 But I forbid this hopelels thought, 
 
 This dai'k, despairing frame, 
 Remembering what thy hand hath wrought ; 
 
 Thy hand is ftill the fame. 
 I'll think again of all thy ways, 
 
 And talk thy wonders o'er, 
 Thy wonders of recovering grace, 
 
 When flefli could hope no more, 
 o Grace dwelt with juftice on the throne ; 
 
 And men that love thy word 
 Have in thy fanctuary known 
 
 The counfels of the Lord. 
 
 iSALM LXXVII. Second part. Common Metre. 
 
 lomfort derived from ancient providence ; or, IJ'~ 
 racl delivered from Egypt ', and brought to Canaan. 
 
 " f|0\V awful is thy chaft'ning rod >'? 
 
 (May thy own children fay ;) 
 w The great, the wife, the dreadful God ! 
 " How holy is his way f" 
 > I'll meditate his works of old, 
 Who reigns in heav'n above; 
 I'll hear his ancient wonders told, 
 And learn to truft his love. 
 5 He faw the houfe of Jofeph ly 
 With Egypt's yoke oppreft ; 
 Long he delay'd to hear their cry ; 
 Nor gave his people reft. 
 I The fons of pious Jacob feem'd 
 Abandoned to their foes ; 
 But his almighty arm redeem'd 
 The nation whom he chofe. 
 
 From flavim chains he fets them free, 
 
 They follow where he calls ; G 
 
146 PS A L M SV 
 
 Ke bade them venture thiough the fea 
 And made the waves their walls. 
 
 6 The waters faw tbee, mighty God, 
 
 The witers law tnee come; 
 Backward tney fled, and frighted ftood, 
 To make thiue armies room. 
 
 7 Strange was thy. journey through the ij~ 
 
 Thy fcootfteps, Lordj unknown ; 
 Terrors attend the wond'rous way 
 That brings thy mercies down." 
 [8 Thy voice, with terror in the found, 
 Through clouds and darkaefs. broke j 
 All heav'n in lightning ihone around, 
 And earth with, thunder ihook- 
 9 Thine arrows thr-SHigb the fkies were hurl'd 1 
 
 How glorious is the Lo 
 
 Suyprife and trembling feiz'd the world, 
 And ail his faints ador'd, 
 11 He gave them water from the rock; 
 A.iti, i'afe by Moies' hand, 
 Through a drv deleyt l^d hi? flock 
 To Canaan's oromis'd land.'J. 
 
 j*ALM LXX'VIII. Firft part. ComtatonJMfetri 
 
 jp 'rovl.U 'uce of Ced recorded ; or, Pious t'du&i&i 
 and ti:dr:iCi-ion of children* 
 
 i IJE'T children hear the mighty deeds 
 Which God pertbrm'u clold, 
 Which io p.ur younger years we law, 
 And which 00-r fathers told. 
 a He bids as wake his gfaries known ; 
 His works of pow'r and grace : 
 A«d well sonvey his wondefS down: 
 Through ev'ry yihng r?-cc. 
 31 Our t*gs ti*H tell fc&em anr foes,. 
 iUiti. the.v again to theft' ,- 
 
P S A L M S\ 14/ 
 
 That generations yet unborn 
 
 May teach them to their heirs. 
 Thus ftiall they leara in God alone 
 
 Their hope fecurely ftaeds^ 
 That they may ne'er forget his jss o ; 'ks 5 
 
 Butpracrife his com mauds* 
 
 PSALM I.XXVHI- Second part. Common Metre, 
 
 IfracTs rebellion ana \ punifitment ; or, 'The fins 
 and chajtifements of God's people. 
 
 1 Q WHAT a ftiff rebellious houle 
 
 Was Jacob's ancient race ! 
 Falfe to- their own moft fbiemn vows, 
 A»d to their Maker's grace ! 
 
 2 They broke the covenant of his love, 
 
 And did his. laws defpife ; 
 Forgot the works, he wrought to prove 
 His pow'r before their eyes 1 
 
 3 They faw the plagues on Egypt 'light 
 
 From his avenging hand j 
 What dreadful tokens of his might 
 Spread o'er the ftubborn land 1 
 
 4 The-y faw him cleave the mighty fea, 
 
 And march' d with fafety through^. 
 With wat'ry walls to guard their way, 
 'Till they had 'fcap'd therxjoe. 
 
 5 A wondrous pillar m ark' d the road, 
 
 Compos'd of fhade and light \ 
 By day it prov'd a melt'ring cloud, 
 A leading fire by night. 
 
 6 He from the rock their thirir. fupply'd \. 
 
 The gumirxg waters ilow'd r 
 And ran in rivers by their fide,. 
 Along the defert road. 
 
 7 Yet they provok'd the Lord Moil High, 
 
 And dar'i diftrufr. his hand; 
 
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 PSALMS. 
 
 u Can he with bread our hoft fupply 
 " Amidft: this barren land ?" 
 
 8 The Lord, with indignation, heard, 
 And caused his wrath to flame ; 
 His terrors ever ftand prepar'd 
 To vindicate his name. 
 
 PSALM LXXVIII. Third part. Common Metre. 
 
 The punijb merit of luxury and intemperance ; or, 
 Cbaftife?nc?it and falvation. 
 
 i \^THEN Ifrael finn'd, the Lord reprov'd, 
 And hll'd their hearts with dread ; 
 Yet he forgave the men he lov'd, 
 And fent them heav'nly bread. 
 
 2 Ho fed them with a liberal hand, 
 
 And made his treafures known ; 
 He gave the midnight clouds command 
 To pour pro virion down. 
 
 3 The manna, like a morning (how'r, 
 
 Lay thick around their feet ; 
 The food nf heav'n, fo light, fo pure, 
 As though 'twere angels' meat. 
 
 4 But they, in murmuring language, faid, 
 
 " Is manna all our feaft ?' 
 " We lothe this light, this airy bread; 
 " We maft have SeJh to tafte." 
 
 5 i( Ye fhall have flefh to pleafe your luft," 
 
 The Lord in wrath reply'd ; 
 And fen* them quails, like fand, or dud, 
 Heap'd up on every fide. 
 
 6 He g*ve them all their own defire ; 
 
 And, greedy as they fed, 
 His vengeance burnt with fecret fire, 
 And fmote the rebels dead. 
 
 7 When Tome were flain, the reft returned, 
 
 And fought the Lord with tear.: ; 
 
PSALMS. J 4^ 
 
 Under the rod they fearM and mourned, 
 But foon forgot their fears. 
 
 8 Oft he chaftis'd, and ftill forgave, 
 'Till, by his gracious hand, 
 The nation he refolv'd to fave 
 Poflefs'd the promised land. 
 
 PSALM LXXVIII. ver. 32, &c. Fourth part- 
 Long Metre. 
 Backftiding and forgivenefs ; or, Sin puuijhed 
 and faints faved. 
 
 1 QREAT God, how oft did Ifrael prove, 
 
 By turns, thine anger and thy love ; 
 There, in a glafs, our hearts may fee 
 How fickle and how falfe they be. 
 
 2 How foon the faithlefs Jews forgot 
 The dreadful wonders God bad wrought S 
 Then they provoked him to his face, 
 Nor tear. his pow'r, nor truft his grace. 
 
 3 The Lord confaro'd their years in pain, 
 And made their travels long and vain; 
 
 A tedious march, through unknown ways, 
 Wore out their 4 ftrength, and fpent their days. 
 
 4 Oft, when they faw their brethren flam, 
 Theymourn'd, and fought the Lord again J 
 Cali'a him the Rock of their abode, 
 Their high Redeemer, and their God. 
 
 5 Their prayers and vows before him rife, 
 As flattering words, or folemn lies, 
 While their rebellious tempers prove 
 Falfe to bis covenant and his love. 
 
 6 Yet could his fov 7 reign grace forgive 
 The men who re > er deferv'd to live ; 
 His anger oft away he turned, 
 Or eiie with gentle flame it burn'd. 
 
 7 He faw their flefh was weak and frail 3 
 He faw temptations ftiil prevail \ 
 
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 The God of Abra'm lov'd them Btill, 
 And led them to his holy hill. 
 
 PSALM LXXrx. Long Metre. 
 For the dijfrefs of war. 
 i QEHOLD, O God, what cruel foc- 
 Thy peaceful heritage invade ; 
 Thy holy temple rtands defiVd, 
 In duft thy (acred walls are laid. 
 
 2 Wide o'er the vallies drench'd in blood, 
 
 Thy people fall'n in death remain ; 
 
 The fowls of heaven their fiefh devoui, 
 
 And favage beads divide the (lain. 
 
 3 TV infulting foes, with impious rage, 
 
 Reproach thy children to their face ; 
 64 Where is your God of boafted power, 
 " And where the promife of his grace ?" 
 
 4 Deep from the prifon's horrid glooms, 
 
 Oh hear the mournful captives figb, 
 And let thy fov'reign power reprieve 
 The trembling fouls condemn'd to die. 
 
 5 Let thofe, who dar'd t' infu't thy rei;n, 
 
 Return difrnayM with endlefs fname, 
 Wbiie heathens, who thy grace defpife, 
 S'lalljfrom thy vengeance, learn thy name 
 
 6 So fliall thy children, freed from death, 
 
 Eternal fongs of honour raifc, 
 And every future age fhall tell 
 
 Thy fov' reign pow^r and pard'ning grace. 
 
 PSALM LXXX. Long Metre. 
 
 The church's prayer under affliction ; or, The 
 ■vineyard of God ivafred. 
 i QREAT Shepherd of thine Ifrael, 
 
 Who didft between the cherubs dwe'J, 
 And led the tribes, thy chofen fheep, 
 Safe through the defert and the deep — 
 
PSALMS, I5T 
 
 Tbv church is in the deferf, Lord, 
 Shine from on high, and light afford J 
 Turn us to thee, thy Jove reftore, 
 We fhall be fav'd, and figh no more. 
 Great God, whom beav'nly feofts ©bey, 
 How long fhall we lament and prav, 
 And wait in vain thy kind return? 
 How long fhall thy fierce anger burn ? 
 Inftead of wine and cheerful bread, 
 Thy faints with their own tears are fed ; 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, 
 We fhall fav'd, and figh no more. 
 
 pause the firfi% 
 Haft thou not planted with thy hands, 
 A lovely vine in heathen lands ? 
 Did not thy power defend it round, 
 And heav'nly dews enrich the ground? 
 How did the fpreadiug branches fhoor, 
 And blefs the nations with the fruit? 
 But new, dear Lord, look down and fee 
 Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. 
 
 Why is her beauty thus defaced * 
 Why haft thou laid her fences wafte? 
 Strangers and foes againft her join, 
 And ev'ry beaft devours the vine. 
 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 the fecond. 
 Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew, 
 Thou waft its ftrength and glory too 1 
 Attack' d in vain by all its foes, 
 'Till the fair branch of promife rofe. 
 Fair btanch, ordain'd of old to fhoet 
 From David's ftock, from Jacob's root; 
 
I52 PSALMS. 
 
 Himfclf a noble vine, and we 
 The lefier branches of the tree. 
 
 1 1 'Tis thy own Son ; and he flia!! /land, 
 Girt with thy ftrength, at thy right hand ; 
 Thy f;rit-born Son, adorn'd and blefs'd 
 With pow'r and grace above the reft. 
 
 12 O! for his fake, attend my cry, 
 Shine on thy churches, left they die ; 
 Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, 
 Ye mail be fav'cL and figh no more. 
 
 PSALM LXXXI. ver. 1, 8, — 16. Short Me trej 
 
 The -ua nivg of God to his people; or, Sfiritom 
 
 blejjiugs and punijbmeuts. 
 
 J gING to the Lord aloud, 
 
 And make a joyful noife ; 
 Cj.c is our ftrength, our Saviour God ; 
 Let Ifr'el hear his voice. 
 
 2 " From idols 'falfe and vain 
 
 *** Preferve my right's divine ; 
 li I am the Lord v. I10 broke thy chain 
 " Of fiavery and of fn. 
 
 3 " Stretch thv deflres abroad, 
 
 H And \*]\ iiirply tber '' ^' e ' ! » 
 «< But it* ye ^w. ill refu'.e ydur God, 
 " If ItW; v. ill rcl.c-;, 
 
 4 « I'll leare them," faHJj the Lord, 
 
 li To their own lufts a prey, 
 " And let tlieiri run the dangerous road { 
 " 'Tis their own choion way. 
 
 5 " Yet, O! drat aU my iamts 
 
 «' Would v ■ kci to my voice! 
 V Soon I would ea e their fore compLm'j, 
 " And bid their hearts rejoice. 
 
 6 " Wmla I de^rVoy their foe, 
 
 " I'll richly teed rov^ock, 
 
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 " And they mall tafte the {bream that flows 
 " From their eternal Rock."' 
 
 P S A I. x\I LXXXH. Long Metre. 
 God the fupreme Governor ; or, .Magi ft rates 
 ■warned. 
 i ^rvlONG th' aiTembiies of the great, 
 A greater Ruler takes his feat ; 
 The God of heav'n, as Judge, furveys 
 Thofe gods on earth, and all their ways. 
 
 2 Why will ye frame oppreflive laws ? 
 Or why fupport th' unrighteous caufe ? 
 When will ye once defend the poor, 
 That foes may vex the faints no more ; 
 
 3 Thev know not, Lord,, nor will they know, 
 Dark are the ways in which they go ; 
 Their name of earthly gods is vain, 
 
 For they ihall fall and die like men. 
 
 4 Avife, O Lord, and let thy Son 
 PoiTets his univerfal throne, 
 
 And rule the nations with his rod ; 
 He is our Judge, and he our God. 
 
 P S A L M LXXXII. Short Metre. 
 A complaint againft per f ecu tor s\ 
 
 1 ^ A ND will the God of grace 
 
 Perpetual filence keep ? 
 The God of juftice hold his peace, 
 And let his vengeance fleep? 
 
 2 Behold what curfed fnares 
 
 The men of ml/chief fpread 
 The men that hate thy faints and thee, 
 Lift up their threatening head. 
 
 3 Againft thy hidden cues 
 
 Their counfels they employ, 
 And malice, with her watchful eye, 
 Purfues them to deilroy, G 2 
 
154 PSALMS, 
 
 4 " Come, let us join," they cry, 
 
 "• To root them from the ground, 
 " 'Till not the name of faints remain, 
 " Nor mein'ry ft all be fount!/' 
 
 5 Awake, almighty God, 
 
 And call thy wrath to mind ; 
 Give them, like forefts, to the fire, 
 Or ftubbie to the wind. 
 
 6 Convince their madnefs, Lord, 
 
 And make them feek thy name : 
 Or elie their ftubborn rage confound, 
 That they may die in (name. 
 
 7 Then fhall the nations know 
 
 Thy glorious dreadful word, 
 Jehovah is thy name alone, 
 And thou the fov'reign. Lord, 
 
 PSALM LXXXTV. Firftpart. Long: Metre 
 
 The plea[ure of pubic ivoiOiip. 
 
 1 UOW pleaiant,. how divinely fair, 
 
 O Lord ofhofts, thy dwellings are ! 
 With long defire my fpirit faints. 
 To meet ttr* aflemblies of thy faints. 
 
 2 My flefh would reft in thine abode, 
 My panting heart cries out for God • 
 My God ! my King! Why fhould I be 
 So far fronvall my joys and thee I 
 
 3 The fparrow chufes where to reft, 
 And for her young provides her neft : ; 
 But will my God to iparrows grant 
 That pleafure which his children want? 
 
 4 Blefs'd are the faints who fit on high 
 Around thy throne above the Iky; 
 Thy b righted glories mine above, 
 And all their work is praife and love. 
 
 5 Elefs'd are the fouls who find a place 
 Within tiae temple of thj grace; 
 
PSALMS. 15 J 
 
 There to behol-d thy gentler rays, 
 
 And feek thy face, and learn thy praife. ' 
 
 6 Elefs'd are the men whofe hearts are fet 
 To find the way to Zion's gate ; 
 
 God is their fbrength; aud through the road 
 They lean upon their helper God. 
 
 7 Cheerful they walk, with growing ffrength, 
 'Till all fhaii meet in heav'n at length, 
 'Till all before thy face appear, 
 
 And join in nobler worftiip there. 
 
 PSALM I.XXXIV. Second part. Long Metre. 
 God arid bis church ; or, Grace and glory- 
 
 1 QREAT God, attend while Zion fings 
 
 The joy that from thy prefence fprings s 
 To fpend one day with thee on earth 
 Exceeds a thoufand days of mirtlu 
 
 2 Might I enjoy the meaneft place 
 Within thy houfie, O God of grace, 
 Not tents of eaie, nor thrones of pow'r, 
 Should tempt my feet to leave thy door~ 
 
 3 God is our fun, he makes our day ; 
 God is our fhield, he guards our way 
 From all th' ailualts of bell and fin, 
 From foes without, and fees within. 
 
 4 All needful grace will God beftow, 
 And crown that grace with glory too i 
 Hs gives us all things, and withhold- 
 No real goodfrsrn upright fouls. 
 
 5 O God our King, whofe fov'reign fway 
 The glorious hoits of heav'n obey, 
 And devils at thy prefence flee, 
 Blefs'd is the man that trufts in thee. 
 
l } i' r > a j< m o. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIV. ver. I, 2, 3, 10, paraphrafed. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 Delight in ordinances of ivorjhip ; ©r, Godprefent 
 
 in his churches. 
 
 1 3YJY foul, how lovely is the place 
 
 To which thy God retorts ! 
 
 '■ Tis heaven to fee his fmiling face, 
 
 Though in his earthly courts. 
 
 2 There the great Monarch of t-he fkies 
 
 His faving po\v ; r difplays, 
 And light breaks in upon our eyes, 
 Wifeb kind and quick'ning rays. 
 
 3 Witb liis rich gifts the h«av ; nly Dove 
 
 Defcend:, and fills the place ; 
 While Chrift repeals his wond'rous love, 
 And fneds abroad his grace. 
 
 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare 
 
 Trie fecrets of thy will ; 
 And ftill we feek thy mercies there, 
 And iing thy praifes it ill. 
 p a u s e. 
 
 5 My heart and flefh cry out for thee, 
 
 Wr.i'.e far from thine abode ; 
 When fhall I tread thy courts, and fee 
 My Saviour and my God 2 
 
 6 The fparrow builds he rfe If a neft, 
 
 And fufFerr no remove ; 
 O make me, like the fparrow s, blefs'd, 
 To dwell but where I love. 
 
 7 To fit one day beneath thine eye, 
 
 And hear thy gracious voice, 
 Exceeds a whole eternity 
 Employ* d in carnal joys. 
 
 8 Lord, at thy threihold I would wait, 
 
 While Jefus i* within, 
 RatLer than fill a throne of flatc, 
 Among the tents of hn. 
 
PSALMS. 157 
 
 Could I command the fpacious land, 
 
 And the more boundleis fea, 
 For one blefs'd hour at thy right hand 
 
 I'd give them both away. 
 S A L M LXXXIV. As the i4?thi?falin. 
 
 ~Longtng for the houfe of God. 
 T ORD of the worlds above, 
 
 How pleafant and how fair 
 The dwellings of thy love, 
 Thy earthly temples are ! 
 
 To thine abode 
 My heart afpires, 
 With warm defires, 
 To fee my God. 
 The fparrow for her young, 
 
 With pleafure feeks a neft, 
 
 And wand'ring fwallows long 
 
 To find their wonted reft : 
 
 My fpirit faints, 
 With equal zeal, 
 To rife and dwell 
 Among thy faints. 
 O happy fouls that pray 
 
 Where God appoints to he 
 O happy men tbac pay 
 
 Their conftant fervice there ! 
 
 They praiie thee itih: 
 And happy they 
 That love the way 
 To Zion':: hill. 
 They go from ftrgngi r. to ftren.gtb, 
 Through this dark ya 2 f tears, 
 ''Till each arrives at )c: 
 
 'Till each in he a . :.:: peari. 
 
 O glorious fea' . 
 When God our King 
 Shall thicher bring 
 Our willing feet. 
 
Ij3 P S A L M S. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 5 To fper.d one facred day 
 
 Where God and faints abide, 
 Affords diviner joy 
 
 Than tKoufend days beir'e -■ 
 
 Where God reforts, 
 I love it more 
 To keep the door, 
 
 Than thine in courts 
 
 6 God is our fun and (hjeld, 
 
 Our light and our defence ; 
 With gift-, our band', are fuTJ, 
 We draw .our b! effing" thence ; 
 
 He mail befl rw 
 On Jacob's race 
 Peculiar grace 
 And glory too. 
 7 The Lord his people loves; 
 Hh hand no good withholds 
 From thofe hi: heart approve-. 
 From pure and pious fouls ; 
 
 Thrice happy he, 
 O God of holts, 
 Whofe fpirit trnils 
 Alone in thee. 
 P S A L M LXXXV. ver. i ,— 3. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 W»itmg for .77: anfwer to prayer; or, 
 
 begzm and completed. 
 I T ORD, thou haft ca'd'd thy grace to mino 1 
 Thou haft revers'd our heavy doom ; 
 So God forgave when I r rael fiun'd, 
 
 And brought his wana'ring captives borr 
 2 Thou haft begun to fet us free, 
 
 And made thv Here eft wrath abate : 
 Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee, 
 And out falvation be complete. 
 
■ rs a i ft s. i;9 
 
 Revive our dying graces, Lore. 
 
 And let thy faints in thee rejoice J 
 Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word ; 
 
 We wait for praife to tune our voice. 
 We wait to hear what God will fay; 
 
 He'll fpeak y and give his people peace : 
 But let them run no more aitray, 
 
 Left his returning .wrath inereafe. 
 
 SALM LXXXV. ver. 9, fat: Second part'- 
 Long Metre. 
 Solvation fa Gbrijt: 
 5ALVATION is for ever nigh 
 
 The fouls that fear and truft the Lord j 
 And grace, defcending from on high, 
 
 Fiefh hopes of glory fh ail afford. 
 Mercy and truth on earth are met, [heav 'n ! 
 
 Since Chrift the Lord came down from 
 By his obedience, fo complete,, , 
 
 juftise is pleas'd, and peace is giv*h. 
 Now truth and honour- fn all abound 
 
 Religion dwell on earth again,. 
 And heavenly influence blefs the ground- 
 in cur Redeemer's geatler rasgn. 
 His righfeaufnefs is gone before ,. 
 To give us free asceis to God y- 
 Our wandering feat fhall {tray no more,- 
 ButmarkAis fteps. and keep the road. 
 E S A.L-M LXXXVL ver . 8,-13. 
 Gcmmon Mitre. 
 Agemralfong of praife to God. 
 £MONG the princes, earthly gods, 
 There's none hath pow'r divine ; 
 ^for is their natnre, mighty Lord, 
 : Nor are their works like thine , 
 (Hie nations thou haft made fhall brin r 
 , Tneir off' rings round thy throne ; " 
 

 160 r S A L M s. 
 
 For thou alone dofr wmd-ous things 
 For tiiou art Gcd alone. 
 
 3 Lord, 1 would walk with holy feet ; 
 
 Teach nie thine heav'nly ways, 
 And all my wand' ring thoughts unite 
 In God my Father's praife. 
 
 4 Great is thy mercy, and my tongue 
 
 Shalt thole fweet wonders tell, 
 How by thy grace my finking foul 
 'Rofe from the deeps of hell. 
 
 P S A L M LXXXVIF Long Metre. 
 
 The ehvr'ctrthe birth price of the f ants ; or, Jews 
 
 ' and Gentiles united in the Cbrtfthn churc*. 
 
 i C OD ^ his earthly temple lays % j] 
 Foundation tor hi; heavenly praue ; 
 He lik'd the tents of Jacob well, 
 But ("till in Zioq laves to dwell, 
 
 2 His mercy vifits every houfe 
 
 ~ That pay their night and morning vows ; 
 But malces a more delightful ftay, 
 y/here churches meet to prai.e and pray. 
 
 3 What glories were de'crib'd of old ! 
 What wonders are in Zjon told . 
 Thou city of our God below, 
 
 Thy fame (hall Tyre and Egypt Iomivv. 
 
 4 E^vpt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, 
 Shall there begin their lives aneu ; 
 Angels and men (ball join to iing 
 The hill where living waters fpring, 
 VVben God makes ap his lad account 
 Of natives in his holy mount, 
 'Tv\ ill be an honour to appear 
 As .nepiw-born aV.d nourifc d there. 
 
PSALMS. l6l 
 
 \LM LXXXVIir. As the 1 13th. Long Metre, 
 
 Lofs of friends, and ab fence of divine grace. 
 Q God of my falvation, bear 
 
 My nightly groan, ray daily prayer, 
 
 That ftill employ my wafting breath ; 
 My foul, declining to the grave, 
 Implores thy ibv'reign pow'r tofave 
 
 From dark defpair and lafting death. 
 Thy wrath lies heavy on my foul, 
 And waves of fcrrows o'er me roll. 
 
 While duft \nn {lie nee fpread the gloom : 
 My friends belov u in happier days, 
 The dear companions of my ways, 
 
 Defcend around me to the tomb. 
 As left in lonely grief I tread , 
 The mournful rnanfions ef the dead, 
 
 Or to Tome throng'd aftembly go; 
 Through all alike 1 rove alone, 
 While, here forgotten, there unknown. 
 
 The change renews my piercing woe. 
 And why will God negieft my call ? 
 Or who mall profit by my fall, 
 
 When life departs and love expires? 
 Can dull: and carknefs praiie the Lord ? 
 Or wake, or brighten at his word, 
 
 And tune the harp with heavenly quires ; 
 Yet, thro' each melancholy day, 
 I've pray'd tG thee, and fiill will pray, 
 
 Imploring ftill thy kind return — - 
 fjut oh I my fnands. my comforts, fled, 
 And all my kindred of the desd 
 
 Recall my v/aodering thought*? to mourn 
 
 PSALM L^XXTK. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 'be covenant made ~a)ith Cbrifi ; or, The true Duvta, 
 |?OR ever ftiall ray fong record 
 
 The truth and mercy of tLe Lord ; 
 
Ift2 PSALMS, 
 
 Mercy and truth for ever fland, 
 Like heav'n, eftablifh'd by his hand. 
 
 2 Tims to hi-, Son he fware and faid, 
 
 " With thee my covenant firft is made ? 
 " In thee (hall dying Tinners live ; 
 * ; Glory and grace are thine to give. 
 
 3 u Be thou my prophet, thou mv prieft ; 
 " Thy children (hail be ever blefs'd; 
 
 " Thou art my chofen King, thy throne 
 " Shall ftand eternal like my own. 
 
 A " There's none of all my fons above 
 " So much my image or my love ; 
 " Celeftial powers thy fubjeifts are, 
 " Then what can earth to thee compare? 
 
 5 " David, my fervant, whom I chofc, 
 " To guard my flock, to crufti my foes, 
 il And rais'd him to the Jewifli throne, 
 M Was but a fhadow of my Son." 
 
 a Now let the church rejoice and fing 
 Tefus her Saviour and her King : 
 Angels his heavenly wonders mow, 
 And faints declare his works below. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIX. Firft part. Common Metre 
 
 The faithfuhtefs of God. 
 i |yj Y never-ceafing fong (hall fhow 
 Tiie mercies of the Lord; 
 And make fucceeding ages know, 
 How faithful is his word. 
 
 2 T^e facred truths his lips pronounce 
 
 Shall firm as heav'n endure; 
 And if he fpeak a promife once, 
 Th' eternal grace is fure. 
 
 3 How long the race of David held 
 
 The promis'9 Jewifh throne ! 
 But there's a nobler covenant feal'd 
 To David's greater Son. 
 
P S A S- M S, 5 A 3 
 
 iis feed for ever fhall poiFefs 
 A throne above the Ikies ; 
 
 7he meaneft fubjefts of his grace 
 
 , Shall to that glory rife. 
 
 ;l,ord God of hofl^, thy wondrous ways 
 
 ' Are fung bv faints above; 
 
 !,nd faints on earth their honour 1 ?, raife 
 
 I To thy unchanging love. 
 
 '.LM LXXXIX- v&. 7, 6r. Second parr. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 e ptrtver and majefi-i of God; or, Reverential 
 tuorjhzp. 
 
 ^ITH reverence let the faints appear, 
 
 And bow before the Lord, 
 jiis high commands with reverence hear, 
 | And tremble at his word. 
 
 How terrible thy glories rife ! 
 
 How might thine armies fhine ! 
 jVhere is the power with thee that vies, 
 ! Or truth compared with thine ? 
 Che northern pole, and Southern, refr 
 I On thy Supporting hand ; 
 ;<arknefs and day, from eaft to weft, 
 i Move round at thy command. 
 |?hy words the raging winds controul, 
 ! And rule the boifterous deep ; 
 ?hou mak'ft the fleeping billows roll, 
 
 The rolling billows deep, 
 feav'n, earth, and air, and Tea, are thine, 
 
 And the dark world of hell ; 
 $&ey faw thine arm in vengeance ihine 
 
 When Egypt durft rebel, 
 uftice and judgment are thy throne, 
 
 Yet wond'rous is thy grace ! 
 Phile truth and mercy join'd in one, 
 
 Invite us near thy face. 
 
164 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIX. yer. 15, ire. Third p; 
 Cominon Metre. 
 
 A bleffel gofpel 
 
 r j^LESS'B are the fouls who hear and knep 
 The gofpel's joyful found! 
 Peace mall attend the path they go. 
 And light their lteps furround. 
 
 2 Their joy fhall bear their fpirits up, 
 
 Thro' their Redeemer's name ; 
 
 His righteoumeis exalts their hope, 
 
 And fills their foes with fhame. 
 
 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, 
 
 Strength and falvation gives; 
 Ifrael, thy King for ever reigns, 
 Thy God for ever lives. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIX. ver 19, &c Fourth pa 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Chrift's mediatorial kingdom ; o*-, His drvn 
 and human nature. 
 
 r T-JEAR what the Lord in vif:or: laid. 
 And made his mercic 
 4i Sinners, behold, your heip is laid 
 " On ray almighty Son. 
 
 2 " Behold the man my'wififeiri chefe 
 <* Among your mortal rate : 
 41 His head my hbly oil overflows 
 " With full fuppHes of : race- 
 - li ITirh fhal! he reign o- \ .rone, 
 
 " My people* 
 '■ M arm fiball beat i 
 
 " And iliil nev . ,ri;- 
 
 4 " My truth mall guard him in the way, 
 
 M With mercy by his iide ; 
 M While, in my name, oVr earth and fea 
 M He fhall in triatftpb 
 
r s a l m s. 1.65 
 
 : Me for his Father and his God, 
 *' He (hall for ever own; 
 Call me his rock, his high abode,. 
 il And I'll fnpport my Son. 
 My fii-ft-born Son, array'd in grace, 
 " At ray right hand fhall fit ; 
 Beneath him angels know their place, 
 " And monarehs at his feet. 
 My covenant ilands for ever fail, 
 " My promifes are itrong ; 
 Firm as the heavens his throne ihall laft, 
 u His feed endure as long." 
 
 4LM LXXXIX. ver. 30, &c. Fifth part. 
 
 Common Metres 
 covenant of grace unchangeable >, or, Affl.;cTic;i 
 
 -without rejection. 
 
 yET/' faith the Lord, " if David's race, 
 
 li The children of my Son, 
 Should break my laws, abufe my grace, 
 M And tempt mine anger down ; 
 Their fins I'll vifit with the rod, 
 " And make their folly fmart; 
 Bat I'll not ceafe to be their God, 
 u Nor from my truth depart/' 
 
 ; My cov'nant I will ne'er revoke, 
 
 u But keep my grace in mind ; 
 ; And what my loA'e eternal fpoke, 
 
 " Eternal truth iliali bind- 
 ; Once have I fworn, (I need no more,) 
 
 " And plecg'd my holinefs, 
 ; To feal the facred promife fure 
 
 " To David and his race, 
 ; The fun faall fee his offspring rife, 
 
 " And fpread from fea to fea, 
 5 Long as he travels round the ikie.» 
 
 " To give the nations day. 
 
1 66 P S A L M 5. 
 
 6 " Sure as the moon, thac rules che night, 
 "• His kingdom mall erdure, 
 44 'Till the nx'd laws of ftiade and light 
 st Shall be ob.'erv'd no more." 
 
 P S A L 3Vh LXXXIX. ver. 47, &c, Sixth pg 
 Long Metre. 
 Mortality and\ hope. 
 A Funeral Pialm. 
 j REMEMBER, Lord, our mortal flat^, 
 How frail our life, how ffiorc our date 
 Where is the man that draws his breath 
 Safe from difeafe, fecure from death. 
 
 2 Lord, while we fee whole nations die, 
 Our flefh. and itrength repine ana cry, 
 44 Muft death for ever rage and reign ! 
 " Or haft thou made mankind in vain? 
 
 3 44 Where is thy promife to the juft? 
 
 44 Are not thy fervants turned to duft ?f* 
 But faith forbids thefe mournful gghs, 
 And fees the fleeping duft arife. 
 
 4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day, 
 Wipes the reproach of faints away, 
 And clears the honour of thy word: 
 Awake, our iouls, and blefs the Lord. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIX. ver. 47, ire. Laft 
 As the Ji^thPfaim. 
 Life f deat;: y and the refurrettio?!. 
 
 1 T1IINK, mighty God, on feeble man, 
 
 How few his hours, how mort his fpaa 
 Short from the cradle to the grave : 
 Who can fecure his vital breath 
 Againft the bold demands of death, 
 With flrill to fly, or pow'r to fave ? 
 
 2 Lord, fiiall it be for ever fold", 
 » 4 The rate of man was only mace 
 
PSALMS. II 
 
 " For fscknefs, farrow, and the dull l >f 
 Are not thy fervants, day by day, 
 Sent to their graves and turned to elay ? 
 
 Lord, where's thy kindnefs to the jufU 
 
 3 Hail thou not promised to tliy Son, 
 And all his feed, a heav'nly crown? 
 
 3M flefh and fenfe indulge deipair ; 
 For ever b'leued be the Lord, 
 That faith can read his holy word, 
 And find a refurreclion there. 
 I For ever hleffed be the Lord, 
 Who gives his faints a lcng reward, 
 
 For all their toil, reproach, and pain ; 
 Let ail below, and all above, 
 Join to proclaim thy wondrous love, 
 And each repeat their loud Amen. 
 
 P S A L M XC. Long Metre* 
 
 Man mart a I \ and Gad eternal. 
 A mournful fong at a funeral. 
 ! THRO' ev'ry age, eternal God, 
 
 Thou art our red, our fafe abode : 
 High was thy throne e'er heaven was made. 
 Or earth, thy humble footttool, laid. 
 ; Long [-radii thou reign*d e'er time began, 
 
 Or daft was falhion'd jnro man : 
 ' And long thy kingdom mail endare 
 When earth and time mall be no mote. 
 But man, weak man, is born to die, 
 Made up of guilt ;md vanity : 
 Thy dreadful fentence, Loid, wasjnft 
 *.« -Return, yefmners, to your daft.** 
 4 A thoufand of our years amount 
 Scarce to a day in thine account, 
 I.'ke yeiterday's departed light, 
 Or the lait watch of ending ai£ht'.l 
 
3 68 PSALMS. 
 
 P A U S E. 
 
 5 Death, like an overflowing ftream, 
 Sweeps us away: our life's a dreara; 
 An empty tale ; a morning flowerj 
 Cut down and wither'd in an hour. 
 
 [6 Onr age to feventy years is fet; 
 
 How ihort the time ! how frail the fl.ate ! 
 
 And if to eighty we arrive, 
 
 We rather figh and groan than live. 
 
 7 But oh ! how oft thy wrath appears, 
 And cuts off our expected years ! 
 Thy wrath awakes our humble dread ! 
 We fear the power that ftrikes us dead.] 
 
 S Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man, 
 And kindly lengthen out the fpan, 
 '•Till a wife care of piety 
 Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. 
 
 PSALM XC. ver. i,— 5. Firft part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Man frail, and. God stsrnal. 
 
 1 ()UR. God, our help ia ages paft, 
 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Our flicker from the ftormy blait, 
 And our eternal home. 
 
 2 Beneath the fhadow of thy throne 
 
 Thy faints have dwelt fecure; 
 Sufficient is thine- arm alone, 
 And my defence is fure. 
 
 3 Before the hills in order flood, 
 
 Or earth receiv'd her frame , 
 
 From everlafting thou art God, 
 
 To endlefs years the fame. 
 
 4 Thy word commands our fleih to duft, 
 
 " Return, ye fons of men ;" 
 All nations rofe from earth at firft. 
 And turn to earth a^ain. 
 
PSALMS. 1 6^ 
 
 A thoufand ages in thy fight . 
 
 Are like an evening gone ; 
 Short as the watch that ends the night 
 
 Before the fifing dawn. 
 I The bufy tribes of flefh and blood, 
 
 With all their 1 lives and cares, 
 Are carried downwards by the flood. 
 
 And loft in following years. 
 Time, like an ever-rolling ftream, 
 
 Bears all its fons away,' 
 They fly, forgottea, as a dream 
 
 Dies at the opening day. 
 
 Like flowery fields the nations ftand 
 
 Pleas'd with the morning light ; 
 The flowers beneath the mower's hand 
 
 Lie withering ere 'tis night.] 
 
 Our God, our help in ages paft, 
 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Be thou our guard while troubles Iaft, 
 
 And our eternal home. 
 
 ALM XC. ver. 8, n, 2, io, 12. Second part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 nfrmities and mortality the effeCi of fin ; or, 
 
 Life, old age, and preparation for death. 
 
 LORD, if thine eyes furvey our faults, 
 
 And juftice grows fevere, 
 Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, 
 
 And burns beyond our fear. 
 Thine anger turns our frame to duft; 
 
 By one offence to thee, 
 Adam, with all his fons, have loft 
 
 Their immortality. 
 Life, like a vain amufement flies, 
 
 A fable, or a fong; 
 By fwift degrees our nature dies, v • 
 
 Nor can our joys bedong. - : jc 
 
170 r % A L M s. 
 
 4 'Tis but a few whofe days amount 
 To threefcore y*ars and ten ; 
 And all beyond t 1 at fhort account 
 Is lor row, toil, and pain. 
 [5 Our vitals w irh lafcpriqas ftrife 
 Bear up the crazy load, 
 And drag thefe poor remains of life 
 Along the tire fame read.] 
 
 6 Almighty God, reveal thy love, 
 
 And no,t tfcy wrath alone : 
 Oh let our fweet experience prove 
 The mercies- o£thy throne. 
 
 7 Our fouh xvsuld learn the heav'nly art 
 
 f* improve the hours we have, 
 Ihat we ha'agf aft the wifer part, 
 And live be vtmd the grave. 
 
 PSALlft XC ver. 1% ix. Third parr 
 
 Common Metre.. 
 
 J&rea&ixg after hi-.iveit. 
 
 1 p^ETUJU*,. OGcjcbc^ love^ return j 
 Earth, is 2» ta&f&Bie place ;. 
 Vlow ioftg Ihali we„ thy children,, raoura 
 CXu - ai>.cH<;e $«Bi bfeg f*ce 5 
 3, Let heaven fu^veed onr painful 1 , years,. 
 Let Cm andlbrrcw ceaie,. 
 And In proportion to our tears 
 So make our jpys-Inereafe. 
 
 3 Thy winders to thy fervants mow,. 
 
 Make thy own work complete ; 
 Then ihaH our fouls thy glory know, 
 And own thy love was great. 
 
 4 T/ei> fhall we fiine before thy thro 
 
 n all thy beauty, Lord : 
 Ajid the p«=»or fervice we bftfC dc- e 
 CTleet a civir.e K>wu'd^ 
 
V S A L M S. 171 
 
 PSALM XC ver. 5, is>, U. Short Me tre. 
 
 The frailty and Jbittnefs of life, 
 c T OHD, what a feeble piece 
 Is this our mortal frame ! 
 Our life 1 how poor a trifle 'tis, 
 That fcarce deferves the name ! 
 
 \ Alas, the brittle clay 
 
 That built our body firft I 
 And ev'ry month, and ev'ry day 5 
 'Tis mouldering back to duft» 
 ) Our moments fly ^pace, 
 Our feeble powers decay, 
 Swift as a flood our hafty days 
 Are fweeping us away. 
 
 4 Yet, if our days muft fly 
 
 We'll keep their ead in fight, 
 Y/e'll ipend them all in wifdom's way, 
 And let them fpeed their flight. 
 
 5 They'll waft us fooner o^er 
 
 This life's tempeftuous fea ; 
 Soon we (hall reach the peaceful fhore 
 Of blefs'd eternity. 
 
 ?SALM XCI. ver. 1,— 7. Firftpart. Long Metres 
 Safety in public difeafes and dangers. 
 
 r HE that hath made his refuge God, 
 Shall find a rooft fecure abode ; 
 Shall walk all day beneath his fliade, 
 And there at night fhall reft his head. 
 
 X The» will I fay, *' My God, thy power 
 ** Shall be my fortrefs and my tower : 
 ** I that am form'd of feeble duft, 
 ** Make thine almighty arm my truft."* 
 
 , Thrice happy man I thy Maker*s care 
 Shall keep thee from the fowler's fnare j 
 From Satan's wiles, who ftill betrays 
 Unguarded fouls a thoufand ways*. 
 
172 PSALMS. 
 
 4 Juft as a hen protects her brood 
 
 From birds of prey, that feek their blood, 
 Tne Lord his faithful faints (hall guard^ 
 And endlefs life be their reward. 
 
 5 If burning beams of noon confpire 
 To dart a peftilential fire ; 
 
 God is their life, his wings are fpread 
 To fhield them with a heahhful fhade. 
 
 6 If vapours, with malignant breath, 
 Rife thick, and fcatter midnight death, 
 Ifrael is fafe : the poifon'd air 
 Grows pure, if Ifrael' s God be there. 
 
 pause. 
 
 7 What though a thoufand, at thy fide, 
 Around thy path, ten thoufand died, 
 Thy God his chofen people faves, 
 Amongft the dead, am id ft the graves. 
 
 8 So when he fent his angel down 
 
 To make his wrath in Egypt known, 
 And flew their fons, his careful eye 
 Paft all the doors of Jacob by. 
 
 9 But if the fire, or plague, or fword, 
 Receive commiffion from the Lord, 
 To ftrike his faints among the reft, 
 Their very pains and deaths are blefs'd. 
 
 10 The fword, the peftilence, or fire, 
 Shall but fulfil their beft defire ; 
 From fjn> and forrows fet them free, 
 And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. 
 
 PSALM XCI. ver. 9,— 16. Second part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Protection from ieatk, *;t.>rd of angels, victory 
 
 and deliverance. 
 1 Y^ '• ns of men, a fseble race, 
 .Ex:pos a d to ev'ry mare, 
 Co-ns. make the Lord your dwelling place, 
 And try and truft his care. 
 
PSALMS. I7g 
 
 2 No ill fhall enter where you dwell ; 
 
 Or if the plague come nigh, 
 And fweep the wicked down to hell, 
 'Twill raife the faints on high. 
 
 3 He'll give his angels charge to keep 
 
 Your feet in all their ways ; 
 To watch your pillow while you fleep, 
 And guard your happy days. 
 
 4 Their hands fhall bear you, left yeu fall 
 
 And dafh againft the flones ; 
 
 Are they not fervants at his call, 
 
 And feht t' attend his fons ? 
 
 5 Adders and lions ye fhall tread ; 
 
 The tempter's wiles defeat: 
 He that hath bruised the ferpent's head 
 Puts him beneath your feet. 
 
 6 u Beeaufe on me they fet their love, 
 
 " I'll fave thern," faith the Lord ; 
 ** I'll bear their joyful fouls above 
 M Deftru&ion and the fword. 
 
 7 My grace fhall anfwer when they call, 
 
 "" In trouble I'll be nigh ; 
 " My power fhall help them when they fall, 
 u And raife them when they die\ 
 
 8 ii Thofe that on earth my name have known, 
 
 *' I honour will in heav'n ; 
 " There my falvation fhall be ihown, 
 u And endlefs life be giv'n." 
 
 PSALM XCII. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 A pf aim for the Lord's day. 
 
 1 5WEET is the work, my God, my.King, 
 
 To praife thy name, give thanks and iing ? 
 To fhew thy love by morning light, 
 And talk of all thy truth at night. 
 
 2 Sweet is the day of facred reft, 
 
 No mortal cares fhall feize my breaft ? 
 
174 PSALMS.* 
 
 Oh may my heart in. tune be found. 
 Like David's harp of foiemn found. 
 
 3 My heart fefaft Ctluttifftl in my Lor^ J , 
 And bleis hi", works, and blei's hi* v/ord ; 
 Thy works oC grace, how bright tf.ty & ine ! 
 Kow deep thy counfehl how divine ! 
 
 4 Fools never raife their thoughts ft high ; 
 L : ke brutes they live, like brutes the, die, 
 Like graOs they floorira, 'till thy breach 
 Blaft them in cverlafling death. 
 
 5 But I mall fhare a glorious part, 
 When grace hath weli refin'd my heart, 
 And frelh fupplies of joy arc fhed, 
 Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 
 
 6 Sin, (my worft enemy before,) 
 Shall vex my eyes and ears no more : 
 My inward foe? ihall all be flain, 
 Nor Satan break my peace again. 
 
 7 Then (balk I fee, and hear, and know, 
 All I defigtf, or wiiVd below ; 
 
 And ev'ry pow'r find fweet en!j>l«>y 
 In that eternal world' of joy. 
 
 PSALM XCU. ver. 12, &c. Second part. 
 Long Metre. 
 
 The church is the garden of GW. 
 
 1 r^ORD, 'tis a pleafant thing to ftand 
 
 In gardens planted by thine hand; 
 Let me within thy courts be feen 
 Like a young cedar, frelh and green. 
 
 2 There grow thy faints in faitn and love, 
 Blefs'd with thine influence from above; 
 Not Lebanon, with all it? trees, 
 Yields fuch a comely fight as thefe. 
 
 3 The plants of grace (hall ever live ; 
 (Nature decays, but grace nmfr thrive,) 
 
PSALMS. i 7£ 
 
 Time, that doth all things eife impair, 
 
 Still makes tbem Rourifh ftrong and fair. 
 
 Laden with fruits of age, they fhew 
 
 The Lord is holy, juPr, and true ; 
 
 None that attend his gates (hall find 
 
 A God unfaithful or unkind. 
 ^ALM XCIII. Firft Metre- As the lOOthPfalm. 
 The eternal and the fovereign God. 
 
 TEHOVAH reigns ; he dwells in light, 
 
 •* Girded with majefty and might : 
 
 The world, created by his hands, 
 
 Still on its firft foundation ftands. 
 
 But ere this fpacious world was made,, 
 
 Or had its firft foundation laid, 
 
 Thy throne eternal ages flood, 
 
 Thyfelf the ever- living God. 
 \ Like floods the angry nations rife, 
 
 And aim their rage againft the Ikies ; 
 
 Vain floods, that aim their rage fo high! 
 
 At thy rebuke the billows die. 
 
 For ever fhfdl thy throne endure ; 
 
 Thy promife ftands for ever fure ; 
 
 And everlafting holinefs 
 
 Becomes the dwellings of thy grace. 
 PSALM XCIII. Second Metre. 
 As the old 50th Pfalm. 
 
 1 THE Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high ; 
 
 His robes of flare are ftrength and majefty; 
 This wide creation rofe at his command, 
 Built by his word, eftablifh/d by his hand : 
 Long ftood his throne ere he began creation, 
 And his own Godhead is the firm foundation. 
 
 2 God is th' eternal King; thy foes in vain 
 Raife their rebellions to confound thy reign j 
 In vain the ftorms, in vain the floods arife, 
 And roar, and tofs their waves againft the fkies; 
 
J 7^ PSALMS. 
 
 Foaming at heav'n, thdy rage with wild con 
 motion, [ ocea , 
 
 But heavVs high arches fcorn the fwellii. 
 3 Ye tempefts, rage no more ; ye floods, be fiil 
 And thou, mad world, rubmiflive to his will 
 Built en his truth, his church muft ever ftand 
 Firm are his promifes, and ftreng his hand : 
 Sec his own fons, when they appear before bin- 
 Bow at his footftool, and with fear adore hin 
 PSALM XCIII. Third Metre. 
 As the old !22d Pfalm. 
 
 1 T'HE Lord Jehovah reigns, 
 
 And royal {rate maintains, 
 His head with awful glories crowr/d ; 
 
 Array'd in robes of light, 
 
 Begirt with fov'reign might, 
 And rays of majefty around. 
 
 2 Upheld by thy commands, 
 The world fecurely flands, 
 
 And ikies and ftars obey thy word -* 
 
 Thy throne was fix'd on high 
 
 Ere ftars adonvM the fey ; 
 Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord. 
 
 3 In vain the noify croud, 
 Like billows, fierce and loud, 
 
 Againtt thine empire rage and roar; 
 
 In vain, with angry fpite, 
 
 The Airly nations fight, 
 And dafh, like waves, againft the more. 
 
 4 Let floods and nations rage, 
 And all their pow'r engage, 
 
 Let fwelling tides aflault the fky : 
 The terrors of thy frown 
 Shall beat their madnefs down ; '_> ■ 
 
 Thy throne for ever itands on hfgh.' i* 
 
 5 Thy promifes are true, 
 Thy grace is ever new» 
 
.P S A L MS. 177 
 
 f.ere ax'd thy church mall ne'er remove; 
 
 Thy faints with holy fear 
 
 Shall in thy courts appear, 
 ad fing thine eferlafting love. 
 
 Repeat the four to fres/za to complete the tune. 
 
 SALM XCIV. ver. 1, 2, 7,— 14, Firfi part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 S.:J-::r chaftftfedy and finners deftroyed ; ©r, Iip- 
 frrufiive affliclians. 
 
 Q GOD'! to whom revenge belongs, 
 
 Proclaim thy wrath aloud ; 
 Let fov'reign power redrefs oar wrongs, ' 
 Let juflice Unite the proud. 
 
 They fay, c£ The Lord nor fees nor hears ;'* 
 
 When will the vain be wife 4 
 Can he be deaf, who form'd their ears ? 
 
 Or blind who made their eves ? 
 
 He knows their impious thoughts are vain, 
 
 And they mall feel his power; 
 His wrath (hall pierce their fouls with p&in 
 
 In fome furprifnig hour. 
 
 ; But if thy faints deferve rebuke, 
 Thou hair a gentler rod ; 
 Tby providence, thy facred book, 
 Shall make then} know their God. 
 
 5 Bleft is the man thy hands chaftife, 
 
 And to his duty draw ; 
 Thy courges make thy children wife 
 When they forget thy law. . . • 
 
 6 B^t God <viil ne'er ca-fc oif his fauits, 
 Nor his o'.vn promife break ; 
 
 lie pardon- his inheritance 
 For taei" Redeemer's fake. 
 
I 78 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM SSCIV, ver. 16,-23. Second 
 
 Common Metre. 
 God our fupport and comfort; or, Delivei 
 from te tnp tat ton and pe rfe cut ion 
 
 1 "^yHO will arife and plead my right 
 
 Againft my num'rous foes? 
 While earth and hell their force unite, 
 And all my hopes oppofe. 
 
 2 Had not the Lord, ray rock, my help, 
 
 Suftain'd my fainting head, 
 Mv life had now in file nee dwelt, 
 My foul amongft the dead. 
 
 3 "Alas! my Aiding feet!" I cry'd, 
 
 Thy promife bore me up ; 
 Thy grace flood contlant by my fide, 
 And raised my finking hope. 
 
 4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts 
 
 Within my bofom roll, 
 Thy boundlefs love forgives my faults, 
 Thy comforts cheer my foul. 
 
 5 Powers of iniquity may rife, 
 
 And frame pernicious laws; 
 But God my refuge rules the ikies, 
 He will defend my caufe. 
 
 6 Let malice vent ber rage aloud, 
 
 Let bold bla'phemers feoff; 
 The Lord our God fhall judge the proud^ 
 And cut the Turners orf. 
 
 PSALM XCV. Common Metre. 
 A pfalm before pr.tycr. 
 
 1 €}ING to tbe Lord Jehovah's name, 
 
 And in his ftrength rejoice ; 
 When his falvaticn is our theme, 
 J£xalted be our voice. 
 
 2 With thanks approach his awful fight. 
 
 And pfalms of honour fiog; 
 
PSALMS. 179 
 
 fhe Lord's a God of boundlefs might, 
 ! The whole creation's King. 
 Let princes hear, let angels know, 
 1 How mean their natures feem, 
 Thoie gods on high, and gods below, 
 
 When once compared with him. 
 vartb, with its caverns dark and deep, 
 
 Lies in his ipacious hand; 
 Je fix'd the leas what bounds to keep, 
 
 And where the hills muft ftp.nd. 
 Dome, and with humble fouls adore, 
 
 Come, kneel before his face; 
 Dh, may the creatures of his power 
 
 Be children of his grace. 
 ^ow is the time, he bends his ear, 
 
 And waits for your requeir ; 
 Ucme, left he roufe his wrath, and fwear^ 
 « Ye fhall not fee my reft." 
 
 P S A L M XCV. Short Metre- 
 A pf.ilm before fermon, 
 POMS, found his praife abroad, 
 
 And hymns of glory fing ; 
 Jehovah is the fov'reign God, 
 The universal King. 
 
 He formed the deeps unknown ; 
 
 He gave the feas their bound ; 
 The wat'ry worlds are all his own ; 
 
 And all the foJid ground. 
 Come, worihip at his throne, 
 
 Come, bow before the Lord J 
 We are his v orks, and not our own ; 
 
 He forta'd us by his word. 
 To-day attend his voice, 
 
 Nor dare provoke his rod ; 
 Come, like the people of his choice, 
 
 And own yo^r gracious Gcd. 
 
l80 P S A L M S. 
 
 5 But if your ears refufe 
 
 The language of his grace, 
 And hearts grow hard, like ftubboru Jew 
 That unbelieving race ; 
 
 6 The Lord, in vengeance drefs'd, 
 
 Will lift his hand and fwear, 
 " You that defpife my promis'd reft, 
 ** Shall have no portion there." 
 
 PSALM XCV. ver i, 2, 3, 6,— it. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Cauasn loji through unbelief ; or, A ivdrninj U 
 
 defying [inners. 
 
 1 £OME, let your voices join to raife 
 
 A facred fong of folemn praiie : 
 God is a fov'reign King ; rehearfe 
 His honour in exalted verfe. 
 
 2 Come, let our fouls addrefs the Lord, 
 Who t'nun'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 hi~. love obe} ; 
 Nor let our hardened hearts renew 
 The fins and plagues that Ifrael knew. 
 
 4 Ifra'l, that faw his works of grace, 
 Yet tempt their Maker to his face ; 
 A faithlefs unbelieving brood, 
 That tir'd the patience of their God. 
 
 5 Thus faith the Lord, " How falfe they prov« 
 ■ '-'' Forget my power, abufe my love ; 
 
 " Since they defpife my reft, I fwear, 
 " Their feet fhall never enter there." 
 [6 Look back, my foul, with holy dread, 
 And view thofe ancient rebels dead ; 
 Attend the offer' d grace to-day, 
 Nor lofe the blefEngs by delay. 
 
1' S A L-M S. 161 
 
 Ssize the kind promife v/hile it waits, 
 And march to Zion's heav'nly gates ; 
 Believe, and take the promised reft; 
 Obey, and be for ever blefs'd] 
 
 vALM XCVI. ver. 2, 10, {jc. Common Metre 
 Chris's firft and fecond coming. 
 
 QING to the Lord, ye diftant lands, - 
 
 Ye tribes of every tongue ; 
 His new difcover'd grace demands 
 
 A new and nobler fong... 
 Say to the nations, Jefus reigns, 
 
 God's own almighty Son ; 
 His power the finking world fuftains ? 
 
 And grace fulrrounds his throne. 
 Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day, 
 
 Joy through the earth be feen ; 
 Let cities ihine in bright array, 
 
 And fields in cheerful green. 
 The joyous earth,, the bending ikies 
 
 His glorious train difplay ; 
 Ye mountains fink, ye valleys rife, 
 
 Prepare the Lerd his way. 
 Behold he comes, he comes to bleis 
 
 The nations as their God -; ' 
 To (hew the world his rights oufnefs, 
 
 And fend his truth abroad. 
 
 His voice- fliall raife the numbering dead ? 
 
 And bid the world draw near; 
 But how will guilty Rations dread 
 
 To fee their Judge appear I 
 
 P S A L M XCVII. As the 1 1 3th Pfalfrr. 
 
 The God of the Gentiles. 
 JJET all fiis earth their voices raife, 
 To 'flag the choiceft pialm of praifi, 
 Tufmg and ble-3 Jehovah's nan.c; 
 
r8a psalms. 
 
 His glory let the heathens know, 
 Hi: wonders to the nations (how, 
 
 And all hi; (Saving works proclaim. 
 
 2 The heathens know thy glory, Lord, 
 The wond'ring nations read thy word, 
 
 But here Jehovah's name is known : 
 Nor fiiall our worfhip e'er be paid 
 To godi which mortal hands have made; 
 
 Oar Maker is our God alone. 
 
 3 Ke fram'd the globe, lie built the fky, 
 He made the mining worlds on high, 
 
 And reigns complete in glory there ; 
 His beams are majeity and light; 
 His beauties how div inely bright 1 
 
 His temple how divinely fair! 
 
 4 Come, the great day, the glorious hour. 
 When earth i'hall feel his faving power, 
 
 Aad barb'rous nations fear his name ; 
 Then fnall the race of men coniefs 
 The beauty of his holioefs, 
 
 And in his courts his grace proclaim. 
 
 PSALM XCVII ver. if— 5. Firft part. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Chrfft reigning ir: he.n<e;:^ and COf/tJttg to j ilg- 
 nttnt. 
 
 1 WE reigns; the Lord, the Saviour reigns! 
 
 Praie hi:n in evangelic (trains ; 
 
 Lee the whole earth in (bugs rejoice, 
 - And diftant iilaud; join their voice. 
 
 2 Deep are his counfels, and unknovi. ; 
 But grace and truth fupporfrhis throne ; 
 Tho' gloomy clouds his ways fur round, 
 JulLice is their eternal ground. 
 
 3 Iu robes .of judgment, lo, becomes, 
 Shakes the .vide earth, and cleaves the tombs; 
 
PSALMS, 
 
 l8 3 
 
 Before him burns devouring fire, 
 The mountains melt, the feas retire. 
 
 4 His enemies, -with foie difmay, 
 Fly from the fight, and fhun the day ; 
 Then lift your head?, ye faints, on high/ 
 And fin g, foMrour redemption's nigh. 
 
 PSALM XGVII- ver. 6,-9 Se cond part ■ 
 Long Metre. 
 Ch rift's incarnation. 
 i THE Lord is come 5 the heavens proclaim 
 His birth ; the nations learn his name 5 
 An unknown {tar directs t'»e road 
 Of eaftern fages to their God. 
 
 2 All ye bright armies of the (kiss, 
 Go, v/orfhip where the Saviour lies y 
 Angels and kings before him bow ? 
 Thofe gods on high,: and gods below. 
 
 3 Let idols totter-to- the ground,' 
 
 And their own worfhippers confound ' 7 
 
 But Zion fhali his glories fing ? 
 
 And earth confers her fov'reign King. 
 
 PSALM -XCVII. Third part. Long Metre. 
 Grace and glory, 
 1 'J'H' Almighty reigns, exalted high 
 
 O'er all the earth, o'er all the iky; 
 Though clouds anchdarJioefs veil his ieer 7 
 His dweKhig is the mercy feat* 
 
 a O, ye that love his holy name, 
 Hateev'ry -work of fin and fhame .* 
 He guards the fouls of all his friends^ 
 And from the frrares of hell defends. 
 
 3 Immortal light and joys unknown, 
 Are for his faints in darknefs fown * 
 Thofe glorious feeds fhall fpring and rife^ 
 And the bright harvefi blefs our eyes. 
 
i$4 P S A L M 3. 
 
 4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record 
 
 The facred honours of the Lord; 
 
 None but the foul that feels his grace 
 
 Can triumph in his liolinefs. 
 
 PSALM XCVIT. ver. 3, 5,-7, u. 
 Common Metre. 
 Chrfft's incarnation, and the laft juigmsni. 
 I LET earth, with ev'ry ifle and fea, 
 Rejoice, the Saviour reigm ; 
 Hi" word, like fire, prepares his way, 
 And mountains melt to plains. 
 ■2 His prefence fmks the proudeft hills, 
 And makes the vallies rife ; 
 The humble foul enjoys his fmiles, 
 The haughty iinner dies. 
 
 3 To? heavens his rightful power proclaim j 
 
 The idol god 1 around 
 Fill their cw.n worfhippers with fhame, 
 And better to the ground. 
 
 4 Adoring ; .angels at his birth 
 
 Make the Redeemer knotfrn ; 
 ^Ttvus -i. 7 '." he coma to j»»4ge the earth. 
 And angels guard Ills throne?,' 
 
 5 His foes iliai! tremble at his fight, 
 
 And hills and, fear retire : 
 His children take their unknown flight, 
 And leave the world in tire. 
 
 6 The feedi of joy and glory fown 
 
 For faints in darkne;s here, 
 Shall n e and fp.ing in worlds unknown, 
 And a rich barvefl. bear. 
 
 PSALM XC7TII. Firil part C#mjBpn -Metri 
 
 p<-:yfe for the goi'pel. 
 
 1 TO o'ji almighty Maker, God, 
 
 N?n- Hrtironrs'be addrefi'd; 
 
PSALMS. IBS 
 
 His great falvation fh'ines abroad, 
 
 And makes the nations blefs'd. 
 To Abra'm firft he fpoke the word, 
 
 And taught his numerous race ; 
 The Gentiles own him fov'reign Lord, 
 
 And learn to truft his grace. 
 
 Let the whole earth his love proclaim 
 
 With all her different tongues ; 
 And ipread the honour of his name 
 
 In melody and fongs. 
 
 >ALM XCVIII. Second part. Common Metre. 
 
 The Mejfiuh's coming and kingdom. 
 
 TOY t® the world, the Lord is come; 
 ^ Let earth receive her King: 
 Let ev'ry heart prepare him roora, 
 
 And heav'n and nature fmg. 
 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns ; 
 
 Let men their fongs employ ; 
 While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, 
 
 Repeat the founding joy. 
 No more let fins and forrows grow, 
 
 Nor thorns infeft the ground ; 
 He comes to make his bleffings flow 
 
 Far as the curfe is founds 
 He rules the world with truth and grace > 
 
 And makes the nations prove 
 The glories of his righteoufnefs, 
 
 And wonders of his love. 
 
 IPS ALIVE XGIX- Firft part. Short Metre. 
 Chrift's kktgdom and majgfty. 
 ^HE God Jehovah reigns, 
 Let all the nations fear ; 
 Let finners tremble at his throne, 
 And faints be humble there. 
 
1 §6 PSALMS. 
 
 2 Je'Ais the Saviour reigns, 
 
 Let earth adore its Lord •„ 
 Bright cherubs his attendants (hmd, 
 Swift to fulfil his word. 
 
 3 In Zion ftands his throne, 
 
 His honours are divine, 
 His church fliaii make his wonders known, 
 For there his glorias mine. 
 
 4 How holy is hip name ! 
 
 How terrible his praife ! 
 Juftice, and truth, and judgment" join 
 In all his works of grace. 
 
 l> 8 A L M XCIX. Second part. Short Met; 
 
 A holy God -vuorjli'zppcd -with revcrer.ce. 
 i jrXALT the Lord «ur God, 
 And worlhip at his feet, 
 His nature is all holinefs, 
 And mercy is his feat. 
 2, When Ifrael T/as his church. 
 When Aaron was his pried, 
 When Mofes cry'ei, when Samuel pray'd — 
 He gave his people reil. 
 
 3 Oft he forgave their fins, 
 
 Nor would deftroy their race; 
 And oft' he made his vengeance known 
 When they abus'd his grace. 
 
 4 Exalt the Lord our God, 
 
 Whofe grace is ftill the fame ; 
 Still he' ; a God of holinefs, 
 And jealous for his name. 
 
 PSALM C. Firft Metre. A plain tranfiatifl 
 
 Praife to our Creator. 
 i yE nations round the earth rejoice 
 
 Before the Lord your fov'reign King : 
 Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, 
 With all your tongues his glory fing. 
 
PSALMS. IS? 
 
 2 The Lord is God : 'tis he alone 
 
 Doth life ami breath, and being give : 
 We are Ms work, and not o>vc own ; 
 The Irieep that on his pafture live. 
 Iditer hi; gates with fongs of joy, 
 
 With prai.es to his courts^repair ; 
 (And make it your divine employ 
 
 To pay your thanks and honoirrs there. 
 
 '*Tbe Lord is good, the Lord is kind : 
 
 Great is his grace, his me--cy fjre ; 
 
 And the whole race of man fnall find 
 
 His truth from age to age endure. 
 
 ■ •» A L M C. Second Metre. A jparaphrafe- 
 b JgEFORE Jehovah's awfcl throne, 
 Ye nations, bow with facred joy ; 
 I Know that the Lord is God alone — 
 
 He can create, and he deftroy. 
 If His fov'reign power,- witheut our aid, 
 
 Made us of clay, and form'd us men: 
 ! And when, like wandering ftieep, we ilray'd, 
 He brought u: to his fold again. 
 We are his people, we his care,. 
 
 Our fouls, and all our mortal frame : ■,„. 
 ! Whajt lading honours fhall we rear, 
 Almighty ?vXaker, to thy name? 
 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful fong?, 
 
 High as the hetven our voices raife : 
 Aad earth, with her ten thoufand tongues, 
 Shall fill thy courts with founding praife. 
 Wkle as the world is thy command, 
 
 Vaft as eternity thy Ieve !— - 
 Firm as a rock thy truth mult {rand, 
 When rolling years fhall ceafe to move ! 
 PSALM CI. Long Metre. 
 The atagfftratt'j pfaitn. 
 \ [yJEKGY and judgment are my fong; 
 And fince they both, to thee belong , 
 
1 88 PSALMS. 
 
 My gracious God, my righteous King, 
 To thee my fongs and vows I bring. 
 
 2 If I am raised to bear the fword, 
 I'll take my counfel from thy word; 
 Thy juftice and thy heav'nly grace 
 Shall be the pattern of my ways. 
 
 3. Let wifdom all my actions guide, 
 And let my God with me refide : 
 No wicked thing fhall dwell with me, 
 Which may provoke thy jealoufy. 
 
 4 No fons of flander, rage, and ftrife, 
 Shall be companions of my life ; 
 The haughty look, the heart of pride, 
 Within my doors fhall ne'er abide. 
 
 [5 I'll fearch the land, and raife the juft 
 To pofts of honour, wealth, and trufl : 
 The men that work thy holy will 
 Shall be my friends and fav'rites ltill.J 
 
 6 In vain fhall finners hope to rife 
 By flattering or malicious lies; 
 Nor, while the innocent I guard, 
 Shall bold offenders e'er be fpar'd. 
 
 7 The. impious crew, (that factious band,) 
 Shall hide their heads, or quit the land ; 
 .And all that break the public reft, 
 Where I have power fhall be fuppreiVd. 
 
 PSALM CI. Common Metre. 
 A pfihn for a tnaftsr of a family. 
 
 1 QF juftice and of grace I ling, 
 
 And pay my God my vows, 
 Thy grace and juuice, heav'oly King, 
 Teach me to rule my houfe. 
 
 2 Now to my tent, O God repair, 
 
 And make thy fervanfe wife ; 
 
 I'll fufFer nothing near me there 
 
 That fhall offend thine eyes. 
 
PSALMS. 189 
 
 The man that doth his neighbour wrong, 
 
 By falfehood or by force, 
 The fcornful eye, the fland'rous tongue, 
 
 I'll baniih from my doors. 
 I'll feek the faithful and the j uft, . . 
 
 And will their help enjoy ; 
 Thefe are the friends that I mail truft, 
 
 The fervants 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 light. . ' • 
 
 I'll purge my family around, 
 
 And make the wicked flee % 
 So fhall my houfe be ever found 
 
 A dwelling fit for thee. 
 
 SALM CII. yer. 1, — 13, 20, 21. Firft part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 A prayer of the affliffed- 
 
 £J£AR me, O God, nor hide thy face, 
 
 But anfwer, left I die ": 
 Haft thou not built a throne of grace, 
 To hear when finners cry I 
 
 Like fmoke my wattiig days depart, 
 
 When it diifoives in air, 
 My ftrength is dried, my broken heart 
 
 Is finking in defpair. 
 
 My fpirits flag, like withering grafs 
 
 Burnt with excefiive heat : 
 In iecret groans my minutes pafs, 
 
 And I forget to eat. 
 
 As on feme lonely building's top 
 
 The fparrow tells her moan, 
 Far from the tents of joy and hop. 1 ? . 
 
 I fit and grieve alone. 
 
1 f)0 * S A L M S. 
 
 5 My foul is like a wildemeft, 
 
 Where hearts of midnight howl; 
 Where the fad raven rinds her piuce. 
 And where the (creaming owl. 
 
 6 Davkdifmal thoughts and boding fears 
 
 Dwell in my troubled bread j 
 While iharp reproaches wound my ears, 
 Nor give my fpirit reft. 
 
 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, 
 
 And tears are nsv repftft ; 
 My drjly bread, like afhes, grows 
 Unpleafant to my laite. 
 
 8 Senfe can afford no real joy 
 
 To fouls that feel thy frown ; 
 Lord, 'tsvas thy hand advanced me high-, 
 Thy hand hath calt me down. 
 
 9 A'Jy looks like withered leaves appear j 
 
 And life's declining light 
 Grows faint, as evening lhadows are, 
 That vanilh into night. 
 
 10 But thou fcr ever art the fame, 
 
 O my eternal Gcd; 
 Ages to come fhall know thy name, 
 And fpreatt thy works abroad. 
 ii Thou wilt arife, and fhew thy face, 
 ?$or will my Lord delay, 
 Beyond tti J appointed hour of grace, 
 That long expected day. 
 1 2 He hears his faints, he knows their cry, 
 And, by myfterious ways, 
 Redeems the pris'ners doom'd l» die, 
 And fill', their tongue whh praife. 
 PSALM CII. ver. i3,— 2»- Second { 
 Common Metre. 
 Prayer heard, ami Zio» reftoretL 
 5 J^T Zion and her ions rejoice — 
 Behold the promks'd hour ; 
 
PSALMS. 191 
 
 Her Gcd hath heard her mourning voice, 
 
 And conies t* exalt his power. 
 Her duft and ruins that remain, 
 
 Are precious in our eyes ; 
 Thofe ruins fhall be built again, 
 
 And all that duft fhall rife. 
 The Lord will raife Jerufalem, 
 
 And ftand in glory there ; 
 Nations (hall bow before bis name, 
 
 And kings attend with fear. 
 He fits* foVreign on his throne, 
 
 With pity in his eyes"; 
 He hears the dying pris'»ers groan, 
 
 And fees their ftghs arife. 
 iHe frees the foul condemned to death, 
 j And, when his faints complain, 
 It tha'n't be faid, 44 That praying breath 
 1 " Was ever fpent ba vain." 
 j This fhall be known when we are dead, 
 
 And ieft on long record ; 
 That ages yet unborn may read, 
 
 And truft, andptaife the Lord. 
 
 S A L M CII. ver. 23,-28. Third part- 
 Long Metre. 
 and Cbrift^s eternity ; or, Stints 
 
 :.;.' s 
 
 >c « 
 
 die, but Ctrift and the church live. 
 
 [T is the Lord our Saviour's hand 
 
 Weakens our flrength amidfr the race ; 
 Difeafe and death, at his command, 
 Arreft us, and cut fhort our days, 
 ►pare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, 
 . Nor let our fun go dov<n at noon ; 
 ' Thy years are one eternal day, 
 
 And iStifHhy chtldieia die fo Coon I 
 ff.t, i& the raid ft of death and grief, 
 Thjb thoagbr. our ioxrows ih-d.ll ?i,{Tuage ; 
 
1^2 PSALMS. 
 
 " Our Father and our Saviour live ; 
 " Chrift is the fame thro' every age." 
 
 4 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid ; 
 
 Heav'n is the building of his hand ; 
 This earth grows old, thefe heav'ns fhall fad 
 And all be chang'd at his command. 
 
 5 The ftarrv curtains of the fky, 
 
 Like garments, mail be laid afide; 
 But ftill thy throne ftandsfivm and high; 
 Thy church for ever muft abide. 
 
 6 Before thy face thy church fhall live ; 
 
 And on thy throne thy. children reign; 
 This dying world (hall they furvive, 
 And the dead faints be rais'd again. 
 
 PSALM CIIL ver. i,— 7- Firft part. 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Blejfing God for his goodnefs to foul and bod), 
 i ULESS, O rav foul, the living God, 
 
 Call home thy thoughts thatrove abro; 
 
 Let all the pow'rs within me join 
 
 In work and worfhip fo divine. 
 2 Blefs, O my foul, the God of grace ; 
 
 His favours claim the higheft praife ; 
 
 Why mould ungrateful filence hide 
 
 The bleffings which his hands provide . 
 q 'Tis he, mv foul, that fent his Son 
 
 To die for crimes which thou baft aone; 
 
 He own', the ranfom, and forgives 
 
 The hourly follies of our lives. 
 4 The vices of the mind he heals, -\ 
 
 And cures the pain that nature feels— ; 
 
 Redeems the foul from hell, andiaves 
 
 Oar wafting life from threatening graves. 
 5 Our youth decay'dhis pow'r repairs ; 
 His mercy crosvns our growui§.y«ars ; 
 
PSALMS. 193 
 
 He fills ourftore with ev'ry good, 
 And feeds our fouls with heav'nly food. 
 He fees th' oppreffor and tV oppreft, 
 And often gives the fuff'rer reft : 
 But will his juftice more difplay 
 
 n the laft great rewarding day. 
 
 His power he Ihew'd by Mofes* hands, 
 And gave to Ifr'el his commands ; 
 Sut fent his truth and mercy down 
 To all the nations by his Son.] 
 Lejtthe whole earth his power confefs« — 
 Let the whole earth adore his grace ; 
 The Gentile with the Jew fhall join 
 In work and worfhip fo divine. 
 
 » S A L M CIII. Second part. Long Metre. 
 
 ;d's gentle chaftifevitnt ; or, His tender mercy 
 to hh people. 
 
 iTHE Lord, how wondrous are his ways ! 
 
 How firm his. unto ! how large his grace ! 
 rle takes his mercy for his throne, 
 *nd thence he makes his glories known. 
 
 ; "■Jot half fo high his power hath fpread 
 |The itarry heav'ns above our head, 
 \s his rich love exceeds our praife, 
 Exceeds the higheft hopes we raife. 
 
 <2ot half fo far hath nature plac'd 
 
 The rifing morning from the weft, 
 
 Is bis forgiving grace removes 
 
 The daily guilt of thofe he loves. 
 
 Jow flow his awful wrath to rife I 
 
 )n fwifter wings fa4vation flies • 
 
 \nd if he lets his anger burnj 
 
 low foon his frowns to pity turn ! 
 
 jimidft his wrath companion mines; 
 
 Ms ftrokes are lighter than our fins : ¥ 
 
194 PSALMS 
 
 A^d, while bis rod correob bis faints.. 
 His ear indulges their complain:^;- 
 
 6 S-> fathers their youfr<* ferns chaftife, 
 With gentle hand; and melting eve ;"; 
 The children weep beneath t-Ue fiuar:. 
 And move the jwty of their heart. 
 
 p A v s e. 
 
 7 The mighty Godj. the wife and jrri, 
 Knows that our frame is feeble aull; 
 And will no heavy loads ■impVe 
 Beyond the- iirengdi that he ben:ov;. 
 
 8 Ke knows how Jbou ©*r naure dies, 
 Blafted by ev'ry wind that (lie?,. 
 "Like g-a r s we fpring* aad dSc a-. 
 
 Or morning flowers that cad-; at soon. 
 
 9 But bis eternal lovd i< fare. 
 
 To all the fain t*J and :k-f. ! CHduve ; 
 From age to a ge 1 ! Iwrfi reVgn, 
 
 ?vor children's chfidren fcuge in ' 
 
 a 3 R L M CKL ver. 1,-7- Fi I 
 Short Metre. 
 
 /,-:"7> fjr r >,:rhH.il and temporal nicfCitS: 
 
 i QH Hlerfs the !•;••,% my foul 1 
 Let all t&ihiui nre join 
 And aid ■ iwy tongue to clefs hi- name> 
 Wbofe firv^ro': i a~e cKvio'e. 
 o Ob blefs the Lo-d, my foul ; 
 Nor let r.is merties lie 
 Forgotten in unthankinlnefs-, 
 And' without praifes die. 
 ? 'Ti? he: forgW*s thy fur, ^ 
 'Tvs be relieves thy pain, 
 'T ; s he that heals thy 
 
 Arw! nakes thee young again. 
 4 ;?- cro vnt thy lift wit-ti Ii 
 
PSALMS, tifi 
 
 He that redeemed my foul from bell 
 Hath fov'reign power to fave. 
 
 ; He nils the poor v.ith good ; 
 He gives the fufPrers reic ; 
 The Lord hath judgments tor the proud, 
 And juftice for th* oppre-Vd. 
 * His wondrous works and ways 
 He made by Mofes known j 
 But fent the\ world his truth and grace 
 By his beloved Son. 
 
 PSALM CHI. ver. 8,— 18. Second part. 
 Short Metre. 
 abounding comfcjjion of Gsd ; or, Mercy in the 
 midji of judgment. 
 
 iV'l^ 1 " ou *> repeat his praife, 
 
 Whole mercies are fo g r eat, 
 Whole anger is fo flow to rife, 
 
 So ready to abate. 
 God will not always chide; 
 
 And, when his ftrokes are felt, 
 His ftrokes are fewer than our crimes, 
 
 And lighter than our guilt. 
 Hig^i as the heavens are rais'd 
 
 Above the ground we tread, 
 So far the riches of his grace 
 
 Our htghelt thoughts exceed. 
 
 His power fubdues our fins, 
 And his forgiving love, 
 
 Far as the eaft is from the weft, 
 Doth all our guilt remove. 
 
 The pity of the Lord 
 To thofe that fear his name, 
 
 Is fuch as tender parents feel- 
 He knows our feeble frame. 
 
 He knows we are but eft? ft, - 
 Scatter*d with everv breath ; 
 
I96 PSALMS. 
 
 His anger, like a rifing wind, 
 Can fend us fwift to death. 
 
 7 Our days are as the grafs, 
 
 Or like the morning flow'r ! 
 If one (harp blaft fweep o'er the field, 
 It withers in an hour. 
 
 8 But thy companions, Lord, 
 
 To endleis years endure; 
 And children's children ever find 
 Thy words of promife Aire. 
 
 PSALM CIII. ver. 19,— 22. Third part. 
 
 Short Metre. 
 
 Qod* s univerfal dominion ; or, Angels praife the 
 
 Lord. 
 
 1 THE Lord, the fov'reign King, 
 
 Hath fix'd his throne on high, 
 O'er all the heav'nly world he rules, 
 And all beneath the fky. 
 
 2 Ye angels, great in might, 
 
 And fwift to do his will, 
 Blefs ye the Lord, whofe voice ye bear, 
 Whofe pleafure ye fulfil. 
 
 3 Let the bright hofts, who wait 
 
 The orders of their King, 
 And guard his churches when they pray, 
 Join in the praife they fing. 
 
 4 While all his wondrous works, 
 
 Through his vaft kingdom, fhew 
 Their Maker's glory, thou, my foul, 
 Shall fing his graces too. 
 
 PSALM CIV.' 
 
 The glory of God in creation and prcvidetiCe. 
 I MY foul, thy great Creator praife; 
 
 When cloth'd in his celeltiai ray- ; 
 He in full majefty appears, 
 And like a robe his glory wears, 
 
PSALMS. I97 
 
 Note, This pf aim may be fung to the tune of the 
 old with or iljth pfatm y by adding tbefe two 
 Lines to every ftanza — viz. 
 
 " Great is the Lord t what tongue can frame 
 
 *< An equal honour to his name V 
 
 Other-wife it ma ft be fung as the 100th pfalm. 
 
 2 The heav'ns are for his curtains fpread; 
 Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed ; 
 Clouds are his chariot, when he flits 
 On winged ftorms acrofs the flues. 
 
 3 Angels, whom his own breath infpires, 
 His minifters are flaming fires, 
 Andfwift as thought their armies move 
 To bear his ven geance or his love. 
 
 4 The worlds foundation by his- hand 
 Is pois'd, and (hall for ever (land ; 
 He binds the ocean in his chain, 
 Left it fhould drown the earth again. 
 
 5 When earth was cover'd with a flood, 
 Which high above the mountains flood, 
 He thunder'd, and the ocean fled, 
 Confined to its appointed bed. 
 
 6 The fwelling billows know their bound, 
 And in their channels walk their round; 
 Refrefhing ftreams, by fecret veins, 
 Break from the hills and drench the plains. 
 
 7 He bids the chryftal fountains flow, 
 And chear the valleys as they go ; 
 There gentle herds their thirft allay, 
 And for the ftream wild afles bray. 
 
 8 From pleafant trees, which fhade the brink, 
 The lark and linnet light to drink ; 
 
 Their Tongs the' lark and linnet raife, 
 And chide our (ilence in his praife. 
 pause the firft. 
 
 9 God, from his cloudy cifiern, pours 
 
 On the parch'd earth enriching (howers » 
 
UjS P S AjXj M S. 
 
 Tue grove, the garden, aud the field, 
 A thousand joyful bieut&gg yield. 
 
 10 He make; the g/iuV f.roj pwifc, 
 
 And gives the catrJe large .implies; 
 With herb", for man, of vano-.i; po-.ver, 
 To neur till nature or to cure. 
 
 n What noble fruit the v-iue:; produce ! 
 The olive yields a plea ling juice ; 
 Our hearts are cheer d with g^'i'.ous \i ire, 
 His gifts proclaim his iove di* :r,e. 
 
 r2 His bounteous hands our tab'/: fpread, 
 He fills our cheerful ftores, v itu bread ; 
 While food our vital ftrength in. parts, 
 Let daily praise mfpire our hearts. 
 pause tue iecond. 
 
 1 3 Behold the (lately cedars frauds, 
 Rais'd in rhe fore ft by his hands ;' 
 Birds to the boughs for {belter My, 
 And builds rhe.ir netts {ecu-re oq high. 
 
 -14 To craggy hill; afcends the goai; 
 A nd at the airy mountain' 3 lovt 
 The feebler creatures make their cell- 
 He give; them wflHpni where to dwell. 
 
 15 He fets the fun his circling race, 
 Appoints the moon to change her face : 
 And, when thick darknefs veils the day, 
 Calls out wild beads to hunt their prey. 
 
 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, 
 And roaring afk their meat from GoJ ; 
 But when the morning beams arifc, 
 The favage beaft to covert flies. 
 
 r7 Then man to daily labour goes; 
 
 The night was made for his repofe ; 
 
 Sleep is thy gift, that Tweet relief 
 
 From tirefome toil and wafting grief. 
 *S How ftrange thy works ! bow great thy ikiW 
 
 While ev'ry land thy riches fill » 
 
f S A L M ?• 199 
 
 T'av wi&lpm round the world we fee, 
 This fpacious earth h full of Thee. 
 Nor leis thy glories in the deep, 
 Where nib in bullions fwlm and creep, 
 With wond'rous motioris, fwtffc or flow, 
 Still wand' ring in the paths be lew. 
 There fhips divide their wat'ry wav, 
 And flocks of fcaly monirers play ; 
 The huge leviathan refines, 
 And, feariefs, fports amid the tides. 
 
 pause the third. 
 
 :r VaP: are thy works, almighty Lord, 
 All nature refls uposv thy word, 
 And the whole race of creatures flands, 
 Waiting their portion from thy hands. 
 
 >2 While each receives his different food, 
 Their cheerful looks pronounce it good : 
 Eaglas and bears, and whales and worms, 
 Rejoice and prai!e in diiPrent forms. 
 
 '.3 But when thou hid* ft thy face, they mourn, 
 And, dying, to their duft return ; 
 Both man and beaft their fouls refign ; 
 Life, breath, and fpirit, all are thine. 
 
 4 Yet th®u canft breathe on duft again, 
 And fill the world with beads and men ; 
 A word of thy creating breath 
 Repairs the waftes of time and death. 
 
 5 His works, the wonders of his might, 
 Are honour' d with his own delight: 
 How awful are his glorious ways ! 
 The Lord is dreadful iu his praife. 
 
 6 The earth flanks trembling at thy flroke, 
 And at thy touch the mountains fmoke ; 
 Yet humble fouls may fee thy face, 
 
 And tell their wz&ts to Jbv'reign-^race. 
 
200 PSALMS. 
 
 27 In thee my hopes and wifhes meet, 
 And make my meditations fweet; 
 Thy praifes (hall my breath employ, 
 Till it expire in endlefs joy. 
 
 28 .While haughty finners die accarft, 
 Their glory burv'd with their dult, 
 I to my God, my heav'nly King, 
 Immortal hallelujahs fing. 
 
 PSALM CV. Abridged. Common Metre. 
 Cod's conduii to lfrael^ and the plagues of Eg) p. 
 \ QIVE thanks to God, invoke his name, 
 And tell the world his grace ; 
 5oaod through the earth his deeds of fame, 
 , That all may feek his faee. 
 
 2 His cov'nant which he kept in mind 
 
 For numerous ages paft, 
 
 To numerous ages yet behind 
 
 In equal force fhall lalfc. 
 
 3 He fware to Abra'm and his feed, 
 
 And made the blefling fure : 
 Gentiles the ancient promife read, 
 And find his truth endure. 
 
 4 " Tby feed .mail make all nations blefs'd ; 
 
 £aid the Almighty voice,) 
 «« And Canaan^ land iKall be thv reft, 
 ' M Trie type of heavenly joys." 
 [ j How large the grant ! haw rich the grace ! 
 To give them Canaan's land, 
 When they were it ran vers in the place, 
 A fm-all and feeble band ! 
 
 6 Like pilgrims, through the countries round 
 
 Securely :l;ey remov'J ; 
 'And haughty kings, that on them fVowr/d, 
 Severely he reprov'd. 
 
 7 '* Touch mine anointed, and mine ar.n 
 
 M S.hfcU foou avenge the wrong; 
 
r S A L M S. 20£ 
 
 ** The man that does my prophets harm, 
 " Shall know their God is ftrorig." 
 ? Then let the -world forbear its rage, 
 Nor put the church hu.fear ; 
 
 Ifr'el tnufr live through ev'ry age. 
 And be W Almighty's care.~\ 
 
 pause the firft. 
 When Pharoah dar'd to vex the faints, 
 
 And thus provokM their God, 
 Mofes was lent, at their complaints, 
 
 Arm'd with his dreadful rod. 
 
 o He call'd for darknefs ; darknefs came, 
 Like an overwhelming flood :' 
 He turn'd each lake, and ev'ry ftream, 
 To lakes and {Vreams of blood. 
 
 t Ha gave the fign, and noifome flies 
 Through the whole country fpread ; 
 ! And frogs, in baleful armies, riie 
 About the monarch's bed. 
 2 Thro* fields, and towns, and palaces, 
 The tenfold veng'ance flew; 
 Locufts, in fwarms, devoured their treei, 
 And hail their cattle flew. 
 ;g Then, by an angers midnight ftroke, 
 The flow'r of Egypt died j 
 The ftrength of ev'ry houfe he broke, 
 Their glory and their pride. 
 
 4 Now let the world forbear its rage, 
 
 Nor put the church in fear ; 
 
 Ifr'el mult live tbro' ev*ry age, 
 
 And be th' Almighty's care, 
 
 pause the fecond. 
 
 5 Thus were the tribes from bondage freed, 
 
 And left the hated ground ; 
 Rich with Egyptian fpoils, they fled, 
 
 Ndfwas one feeble found. l-z 
 
202 PSALMS. 
 
 16 The Lord himfelf ehofe out their wav, 
 And mark'd their journeys right, 
 Gav e Lhern a leading cloud by day, 
 A fiery guide by night. 
 
 ". Th&y thirl ; and waters from the rock, 
 In rich abundance flow, 
 And, following iiiii the courfe they took, 
 flan all the defert through. 
 
 '3 O wtmd'rous ft re am ! O ble.Ted type 
 Of ever-flowing g'-ace 1 
 So Ciniir, our Rock, maintains our life, 
 And aids our ■wan3*ring race, 
 1^ Thus guarded by th'Ahnighty hand,. 
 Toe choien tribe; podefi'd 
 Canaan, the rich, the promised land, 
 And there enjoy'd their reft. 
 2o Then lei the -world forbear its rage. 
 The church renouhce her fear / 
 Ifr'el m.i>l live thro' ev'ry age y 
 And be th* Almlghtf s are. 
 
 PSALM CVI. ver. 1,-5. Fh ft part. 
 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Praife to God ; or, Catnmunicriion -with faints 
 
 1 'pO God, the great, the ever bl'e.Vd, 
 
 Let fongs of honour be addrcfs'd;. 
 His mercy firm for ever (lands; 
 Give him the thanks his love demands. 
 
 2 Who knows the wonders of thy wayi \ 
 Who fhall fulfil thy bounulcfs praife 5 
 Bleft are the fouls that fear thee (till, 
 And pay their duty to thy vri 1. 
 
 3 Remember what thy mercy diJ 
 For Jacob's race, thy cho'en feed: 
 And with the fame falvation blefs 
 The meuneft fuppliant of thy grace, 
 
PSALMS. 203 
 
 1 4 O may I fee thy tribes rejoice, 
 
 And aid their triumphs with my voice ; 
 This is my glory, Lord, to he 
 Join'd to thy faints, and near to thee. 
 
 PSALM €VL ver. 7, 8, 12,— 14, 43>— $• 
 
 Second part. Short Metre. 
 tfra'el punijheA 'arid pardoned ; or, God's unchange- 
 able love, 
 
 1 QOD of eternal love, 
 
 How fickle are our wa>s \ 
 And yet how oft did Ifrael prove 
 Thy conftancy of grace ! 
 
 2 They faw thy wonders wrought, 
 
 And then thy praife they fang : 
 But foon thy works of pow'r forgot, 
 And murmur' d with their tongue. 
 
 3 Now they believe his word, 
 
 While rocks with rivers flow ; 
 Now, with their lufts, provoke the. Lord, 
 And he redue'd them low. 
 
 4 Yet v/ben they mourn'd their faults, 
 He hearkes'd to their groans, 
 
 , Brought his own covenant to his thoughts,, 
 And cali'd them ftill his fons. 
 
 5 Their names were in his book, 
 lie fav'd them from their foes; 
 
 Oft he chaftis'd, but ne'er foribok 
 The people that he chofe. 
 
 6 Let Ifrael blefs the Lord, 
 "Who lov'd their ancient race ; 
 
 And Chiiilians join the folemn word 
 Amen, to ail the praife. 
 
 PSALM CVII. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 
 Ifrael lei to Sonata?, and Christians to heaven. 
 I QIVE thanks to God; he reigns above; 
 
 Kind are his thoughts^ his name is Lovei 
 
204 PSALMS. 
 
 His mercy ages pail have known, 
 
 And ages long to come fhall own. 
 2 Let the redeemed of the Lord 
 
 The wonders of his grace record; 
 
 Ifrael, the nation whom he chofe, 
 
 And refcu'd from their mighty foas. 
 [3 When God's own arm their fetters broke > 
 
 And freed them from th' Egyptian yoke, 
 
 They trac'd the defert, wand' ring round 
 
 A wild and folitary ground. 
 
 4 There they could find no leading road, 
 Nor city for their fix'd abode ; 
 
 Nor food, nor fountain to atiuage 
 Their burning thirft, or hunger's rage.] 
 
 5 In their diftrefs to God they cry'd, 
 God was their Saviour and their guide ; 
 He led their wand' ring march around, 
 And brought their tribes to Canaan's groun 
 
 6 Thus, when our fair, releaie we gain 
 From fin's old yoke and Satan's chain, 
 We have this defert world to pafs, 
 
 A dang'rous and a tirefome place. 
 
 7 lie feeds and clothes us all the way, 
 He guides ourfootfteps left we ftray, 
 He guards us with a pow'rful hand, 
 And brings us to the heav'nly land. 
 
 8 O let the faints with joy record 
 The truth and goodnefs of the Lord ! 
 How great his works! how kind his ways ! 
 Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praife. 
 
 PSALM CVII. Second part. Long Metre 
 
 Correction for fin, and r chafe h pr/tytit, 
 I pROM age to age exalt his name, 
 
 God and his grace are ftill the fame : 
 He fills the hungry foul with food 
 And feeds the poor with ev'ry good. 
 
F S A L M S, ZO5 
 
 . But if their hearts rebel, and ri'e 
 , Againft the Ged who rules the fkies, 
 
 If they rejeft his heav'nly word, 
 : Ar.d flight the counfels of the Lord, 
 jhHe'll bring their fpirits to the ground, 
 I' And no deliv'rer fhall be found; 
 I Laden with grief, they wafte their breath 
 iiln darknefs, and the lhades of death. 
 i,Then to the Lord they raife their cries, 
 I He makes the dawning light arife, 
 I And fcatters all that difmal (hade, 
 I That hung fo heavy round their head".~ 
 [ He cuts the bars of brafs in two, 
 I And lets the fmiling prisoners through ; 
 j; Takes off the load of guilt and grief, , 
 ii And gives the laboring foul relief. 
 I O may the fons of men record . 
 J The wondrous goodnefs of the Lord! 
 j' How great-his works ! how kind bis ways S 
 |; Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praife. 
 
 [SALM CV1I. -Third part, Common Metre 
 
 \itemj>erana • p unified and par-donei ; or, Apfiii'.'i 
 for the glutton jind the drunkurd. 
 
 '■ ^AIN raan > on fooiiih pleafures bent, 
 Prepares for bis own punifhment; 
 
 What pains, what barhfome maladies, 
 j From luxury and luft arife ! 
 
 The drunkard feels his vitals wafte, 
 
 Yet drowns his health to pleafe his tafte j 
 1 Till all bis active pow'rs are loft, 
 I And fainting life draws Hear the duft. 
 I The glatton groans, and lothes to ea: ? 
 I Kis foul abhors delicious meat ; 
 ; Nature,, with heavy loads opprefs\L 
 
 \Vpuld yield to death to be releasM 
 
206 V 5 A L M S. 
 
 4 Then how the frighted Goners fly 
 To God for help with earnefr. en ! 
 
 He bears their groans, prolongs their bres 
 And faves them front approaching death. 
 
 5 No med'eines could aife:l the cure 
 So quick, fo eafy, or fd fare: 
 The deadly fentence God Repeals, 
 
 He fends his foV reign word and heals. 
 =6 O may the ions of man record 
 
 The wondrous goodnefs of the Lord ! 
 And let their thankful <• vf 'ring prove 
 How they adore their Wraker*s iove. 
 
 p S A L M CVIL, Fourth part. Long Vfe 
 
 Deliverance from jlorms anljblpwrccks ; or, 
 J car-nan' s fong. 
 
 1 ^TOULD you behold the works of God, 
 
 His wonders in the world ab/oad .' 
 With the bold mariner, furvey 
 The unknown regions of the fea. 
 
 2 They leave their native fhores behind, 
 And kite the favor of the wind; 
 Till God command, and temped-. riTe, 
 That heave the ocean to the ikies. 
 
 3 Now to the heav'.ns they mount amain, 
 Now fink to dreadful deeps ago.i: , 
 What Orange arfights young failors feel, 
 And like a itagg'riag drunkard reel! 
 
 4 When land is far, and death is nigh, 
 Loft to all hope, to God they cry ; 
 His mercy hears their loud addrefs, 
 
 And fends falvatiou in diftrefs. 
 
 5 He bids the winds their wrath aflfuage, 
 And ftormy tempefts ceafe to rage ; 
 The gladome train their fears give o'er, 
 And hail with joy their native fliore. 
 
PSALM SF^-- 207 
 
 D may the fons of men record _ _, 
 
 The wondrous goodnefs of the Lord S 
 Let fh'eai their private off'rings bring, 
 ^nd in the church his glory fiftg. 
 
 AIM CVII. Fourth pare. Common Metre- 
 
 The mariner's pjltim. 
 THY works of glory,, mighty Lord r 
 
 That rule the -bpifteroas iea, 
 The Cons of courage fhall record, 
 
 Who tempt that dangerous way, 
 At thy command the winds arife r 
 
 And fweli the tsvy'riog waves j 
 The raen r aft onifh'd, mount the ikies, 
 
 And fink in gaping graves. 
 Again they climb- the watery hills, 
 
 And plunge in deeps again ; ; 
 Each,, like a tottering drunkard, reels, 
 
 And finds his courage vain. 
 
 frighted to hear the tempeft roar, 
 
 They pant with fluttering breathy 
 And, hopelef. of the diftant fhore r 
 
 Expert immediate' death.}. 
 Then to the Lord they raife their er*es y 
 
 Be hears the loud.requeft r 
 
 nd orders filenee; through the fkies r 
 
 And lay* the floods to reP:. 
 Jailors rejoice to lofe their fears,. 
 
 And fee the florin ail ay 'd ; 
 'fo'>v to their eves the pert appears j 
 
 There let their +>:>tts be paid. 
 TisGcdth&t bu«gs them fafe to land j.. 
 v. Le#ftapid mortals know. 
 That waves are under his command,- 
 
 And all the winds that blow. 
 )h that the fens of men would praife.- 
 
 Xhe geodneisof the Lord-t 
 
ZOb PSALMS. 
 
 And thole that fee thy wond'rous way:, 
 Thy wond'rous love record. 
 
 PSALM CVIT. Laft part. Long Metfjj 
 
 Colonies planted; or, Nations blejfed and punijh 
 
 1 \tj HEN God, provok'd with daring crime 
 
 Scourges the madnefs of the rimes, 
 He turns their fields to barren fand, 
 And dries the rivers from the land. 
 
 2 Hi? word can raife the fprings again, 
 And mike the withei'd mountains green, 
 Send ihow'ry bleifings from the Ikies, 
 And harvefts in the deferts rife. 
 
 [3 Where nothing dwells but beaits of prey, 
 Or men as fierce and wild as they, 
 He bids th' opprefs'd and poor repair, 
 And builds them towns and citie? there. 
 
 4 They fow the fields, and trees they plant, 
 Whofe yearly fruit fnpolies their want : 
 Their race grows up from fruitful frocks, 
 Their wealih iucreafes w-ttU their flocks. 
 
 5 Thus they are blefsM; but if they 6» 9 
 He Sets the heathen nations in; 
 
 A lavage crew invades their lands f 
 Tneir pri<K.e- die by ba^rons hand*;. 
 
 6 Their captive fans, eKpos'd to fcorn e 
 Wander, iinpity'd and forlorn 1 
 
 Tl e country lie? uni'ene'd, untiil'd, 
 And deflation fpreads the field 
 
 7 Ye% if the bumbled nation mourns, 
 Again his dreadful hand he turns ; 
 Ag iin he ms';e; their ckies thrive, 
 A id bids the dying churches live.] 
 
 8 T! e righteous with a joyful fen'c, 
 Admive the works of Providence ; 
 And Ungues of atheifts {hall no more 
 Bin ftheme the God that faints adore. 
 
PSALMS. 209 
 
 ) Hew few, with pious care, record 
 Thefe wond'rous dealings of the Lord! 
 But wife obfervers ftill fhall find 
 The Lord is holy, juft, and kind. 
 
 PSALM CVIII. Common Metre. 
 
 A fong of praife. 
 ^WAKE, my foul, to found bis praife* 
 
 Awake my harp to fing : 
 Join all my pow'rs the fong to raiie. 
 
 And morning incenfe bring. 
 Among the people of his care, 
 
 And thro' the nations round ; 
 Glad fongs of praife will I prepare* 
 And there his name re found. 
 I Be thou exalted, O my God, 
 Above the ftarry train ; 
 DifFufe thy heav'nly grace abroad, 
 And teach the world thy reign. 
 \ So fliall thy chofen fans rejoice, 
 And throng thy courts above ; 
 While fmners hear thy pard'niag voice, 
 And tafte redeeming love. 
 
 J SALM CIX. ver. i,-~5, 3*- Coraraoa Metre. 
 Love to enemies from the ex Ample of Chrifi. 
 
 QOD. of my mercy and my praife, 
 
 Thy glory is my fong ; 
 Tho* finners fpeak againft thy grace 
 With a blafpheming tongue. 
 
 When in the form of mortal man, 
 
 Thy Son on earth was-$>uad, 
 With cruel (landers, falfe and vain, 
 
 The> compafs'd him around. 
 Their mis'ries his. companion move, 
 
 Their peace he ftill purfu'd ; 
 They render hatred for his love,; 
 
 And evil for his good. 
 
2IO PSALMS. 
 
 4 Their malice rag'd wit hou t a caufe, 
 
 Yet, with his dying breath 
 He prayM for murd'rers, on h'u cpofs^ 
 And blefs'd his foes in death. 
 
 5 Lwd, fhali thy bright example (bin* 
 
 In vain before my eyes ; 
 
 Give me a foul akin to thine, 
 
 To love mine enemies. 
 
 6 The Lord mail on my fide engage. 
 
 And in my Saviour s name 
 I {hall defeat their pride and rage, 
 Who (lander and condemn. 
 
 PSALM CX- Firft part. Long Metre. 
 
 Cbrift exalted, and multitudes converted ; oi 
 
 The fuccefs of the gofpel. 
 
 1 T-HUS God, th' eternal Father, fpake 
 
 To Chrift the Son \ " Afcend and fit 
 «« At my right hand, till I fhali make 
 " Thy foe? fubmiffive at thy leer. 
 
 2 " From Zion Jhall thy word proceed; 
 
 " Thy word, the fceptre in thy hat J, 
 " Shall make the hearts of rebels bfeiea, 
 '!' And bow their wills to thv command. 
 
 3 ll That day fhali fhow thy pow'r is great, 
 
 11 When faints (hall flock, with willing inin< 
 " And finners crowd thy temple gate, 
 " Where holinefs in beauty fhines." 
 
 4 O bleaed powV! O glorious day ! 
 
 What a large vieVry fhali enfiie ! 
 Anil convert?, who thv grace obey, 
 Exceed the drops of morning dew. 
 
 PSALM CX. Second part. Long Metrt 
 
 The kingdom and prieftbood of Cbrift. 
 
 i "pHUS the great Lord of earth and fca 
 Spake to his Son-, and tfcus.be fw/n-e/ 
 
s a h m'B. 
 
 u Eternal fn all thy prij&Jwwwd be, 
 
 " And c'jawgp f.-om hand to hand no more, 
 li Aaron and all hfc ftfrtf mart die; 
 
 " Bu*" everfiilfinsj. life is thine, 
 <l To fave f m- ever rno'e that fl-y 
 
 11 For refuse from the wratn divine. 
 u By me Me-Ic-hifedeck wa? r&2da^ 
 
 '• Oi earth, a king arrd prieft at once; 
 ♦• And thou, my heav'niy Prieft., ihak plead, 
 
 " And thou, my King, ihalt rule my ions.'' 
 ] e fa •? , the Prieft, afcends his throne, 
 
 While counsels cf eternal peace, 
 Between the Father and the Son, 
 
 Proceed with honour and (uccefs. 
 Through the whole earth his reign Hi all fpread, 
 
 And crnfh the pow'rs that dare rebel ; 
 Then (hall he judge the riling dead. 
 
 And fend the guilty world to he ft. 
 Though, wbiie he treads his glorious way. 
 
 He drinks the cup of threes a^d blo'od*, 
 The fuft'rings of that dreadful d.vv 
 
 Shall but advance him near to God. 
 
 PSALM CX. Common Metre. 
 drift's king hm ttftd priefthood. 
 TESUS, our Lord, attend thy throve, 
 
 And near thy Father fit; ' 
 In Zion mall thy power b? known, 
 
 And make thy foes fuh ;f ; 
 What wonders fliall thy gofjS$l do ! 
 
 Thy converts (hall fu 
 The numerous drops o: moi ■ ■ -;^» ( 
 
 And own thy fov'rei go gr ace. 
 God hath pronoune'd a firta decree, 
 
 Nor changes what he fwore; 
 
 li Eternal (hall thy priatttiood t>? 4 
 
 " When Aaron is no mo;e : 
 
212 rSALMS. 
 
 4 " Melchifedeck, that wondrous prieft, 
 ^ That king of high degree, 
 " That holy man, who Abraham bleft, 
 " Was but a type of thee." 
 
 J Jefus, our Prieft, for ever lives 
 To plead for us above; 
 Jefus, our king, for eve*r gives 
 The bleflings of his love. 
 6 God fhall exalt his glorious head, 
 And his high throne maintain. 
 Shall ftrike the pow'rs and princes dead, 
 Who dare oppofe his reign. 
 
 PSALM CXI. Firftpart. Common Met 
 fhe viifdom of God in for works. 
 
 1 ^ONGS of immortal praife belong 
 
 To my almighty God; 
 He has my heart, and he my tongue, 
 To fpread his name abroad. 
 
 2 How great the works his hand has wrought 
 
 How glorious in our fight ! 
 And men in ev'ry age have fought 
 His wonders with delight. 
 
 3 How fair and beauteous nature's frame ! 
 
 How wife th' eternal Mind ! 
 His counfels never change the fcheme 
 That his firft thoughts defign'd. 
 
 4 When he redeem'd his chofen fons 
 
 He fix'd his covenant fine; 
 The orders that his lips pronounce 
 To endlefs years endure. 
 
 5 Nature and time, and earth and ikies, 
 
 Thy heav'nly fkill proclaim; 
 
 V/Lat fhall we do to make us wife, 
 
 But learn to reed thy name ! 
 
 6 To fear thy power, to trmt thy grace, 
 
 Is our divineft ikili? 
 
PSALMS. 21-3 
 
 VndJie's the wifeft of our race 
 That beft obeys thy will. 
 
 fALM CXI. Second part. Common Metre 
 
 The perfection of God. 
 
 \ "1REAT is the Lord; his works of might 
 
 Demand our nobleit fongs ; 
 jet his affembled faints unite 
 I Their harmony of c»ngues. 
 | Jreat is the mercy of the Lord, 
 
 He gives his children food ; 
 Lnd, ever mindful of his word ? 
 '■' He makes his prcmife good. 
 I [is Son, the great Redeemer, came 
 i To feal his cov'nant fure : 
 ! loly and rev'rend is his name, 
 His ways are juft and pure. 
 
 li'hey that would grow divinely wife, 
 [ Muft with his fear begin ; 
 •ur faireft proof of knowledge lies 
 [I In hating ev'ry.fin. 
 
 P SAL M CXII. As the x j 3th Pfalm. 
 
 The bleffings of the liberal man. 
 
 f "HAT man is blefs'd, who {land's in awe 
 
 Of God, and loves his facredlaw ; 
 • His feed on earth fhall'be renown'd ; 
 
 is houfe the ieat of wealth mall be, 
 \ n unexhausted treafury, 
 I And with fucceilive honours crown'd. 
 I is liberal favours he extends, 
 
 'o fbme he 'gives, to others'lends; 
 ; A generous pity fills his mind : 
 
 et what his charitv impairs, 
 1 e lave 1 ! by prudence in affairs,, 
 f And thus he's jolt to all mankind. 
 
2 14 *•'*»,■ M S . 
 
 3 H*r> hands, w] :■:'.• t : ;ev his aim-? bclow'd, 
 Hi; glory* s future fca.-veft ibuM ; 
 
 The fweet remembrance of the jufr, 
 Like a green root, revives and bears 
 A train of b'eih.-.: ;s r his heir^, 
 
 Y/ben dying hatlVre flesps ih duft. 
 
 4 Beet with threatening dangers round 
 Unvnov'd (hall lie maintain his ground; 
 
 His conference Holds h's courage up : 
 The (b;;l that's fill*d with virtne's light, 
 bhi ies bi-ightsfi in afffffclon^ night ; 
 
 Atid fees, in daf kiief?', be'atns of grace-i 
 
 P A l' S £. 
 
 [5 II! tidings never can fiirprife 
 
 Hi- heart, tf-ar, irx'd, on God re fie z, 
 
 Tbo' waves and temper!?: roar around : 
 Sai'e on a reck he firs, and fees 
 The fhipwreck c-i';:io ewe Shies', 
 
 And ail their nop.; and giory dvown'd. 
 6 The wicked shall his triumph lee, 
 And gnafh their teeth in agony, 
 
 To find their expe&ati ms croft ; 
 They and. their envy, pride, and fpite, 
 5;rik down to everlaiiing night, 
 
 And all their names in darknefs loin.] 
 
 PSALM CXI I. Long Metre. 
 The hUfifjg} of the pious anj charitable- 
 
 1 'Til MICE tytppw man, who fears the Lord, 
 
 Loves Ivis commands, and trails his wox 
 Honour am* peace his days attend, 
 And blemags to his ieed defcend. 
 
 2 GoOTp&fliwfi d veils upon his mind, 
 To works t>i* mere? hill inclined ; 
 He len#; the poor ibme pre'ent aid, 
 Or gives them, not to be repaid. 
 
 3 Whey times grow dark, and tulings fpread 
 Tfca/ fill his neighbours round with dread, 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 His heart is arra'd againd the fear, 
 For God, with all his power, is there. 
 -lis fpirit, fix'd upon the Lord, 
 >raws heav'nly courage from Bis word ; 
 Amidft the darknefs light fhall rife, 
 Co cheer his heart, and b'efs hi? eves. 
 He hath 'difpers'd his aims abroad, 
 iis works are (till before his God : 
 lis name on earth fhall long remain, 
 ?/hile envious Tinners rage in vain. 
 
 PSALM CXlf. Common Metre, 
 Liberality rewarded, 
 -J APPY Is he that fears the Lord, 
 
 And follow? his commands, 
 Vho lends the; poor without reward. 
 
 Or gives with libVal hands. 
 Lis oir v dwells \vi;: ! u i his breaf£ 
 
 To all the ions of need; 
 o God mall anfijver his requefc 
 1 With Meffings on his ieed 
 Jo evil tidnigs v ;,xll farpr^fe 
 
 His well eitabtim'd mind; 
 iU foui m God, km refuge, fi&fej 
 
 And leaves his fears behind. 4 
 
 i Braes of darker arid difrref; 
 
 bine beamy? of 'ij^ht malt Ihine, 
 "o ihew the ■ jrjd hjs righte.oufhefs, 
 
 and giv£&«n [Je^ce divine, 
 {is v^orks or" p;erY-*nd love 
 
 rl--:noefve toe Lord; 
 [ monr oa earr'6, anujpys above, 
 
 5-; \a H Se bis in re reward. 
 
 PSALM ':XIH. Proper tune.;. 
 77; cr ate -j' : i- mi ccndefcetifion of God. 
 ^E that Jelighf to serve the Lord, 
 The L ■•.. ■-'-i-.i.i-s, of his D.ame record ; 
 
2l6 PSALMS. 
 
 His (acred name for ever blefs \ 
 Where'er the circling fun difplays 
 His riling beams or fetting rays, 
 
 Let lands and feas his pow'r confefs. 
 
 2 Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds, 
 Can give his vaft dominion bou»ds; 
 
 The heav'ns are far below his height : 
 Let no created greatnef; dare 
 With our eternal God compare, 
 
 Arm'd with his uncreated might. 
 
 3 He bows his glorious head to view 
 What the bright hofts of angels do, 
 
 And bends his care to mortal things ; 
 His for' reign hand exalts the poor, 
 He takes the needy from the door, 
 
 And feats them on the thrones of king:. 
 
 4 When child'efs families defpair, 
 He fends the bleflings of an heir, 
 
 To refcue their expiring name ; 
 The mother, with a thankful voice, 
 Proclaims his praifes and her joys ; 
 
 Let ev'rv age advance his fame. 
 
 PSALM CXIII. Long Metre. 
 God fovereign and gracious- 
 i Y& fervants of th' almighty King, 
 In every age his praifes fing ; 
 Where'er the fun (hall rife or fet, 
 The nations /hall his praife repeat. 
 2 Above the earth, beyond the iky, 
 His throne of glory ftands on high ; 
 Nor time «or place his powe* re&rain, 
 Nor bound his univerfal reign. 
 
 5 Which of the fons of Adam dare, 
 
 Or angek, with their God compare ? 
 His glories how divinely bright ! 
 Who dwells in uncreated light ! 
 
PSALMS. 21' 
 
 Behold bis love ! he ftoops to view 
 What faints above and angels do ! 
 And coradefcends, yet more, to know 
 Tbe mean affairs of men below ! 
 
 From duft, and cottages obfcure, 
 His grace exalts the humble' poor ! 
 Gives them the honour of his fons, 
 And fits them for their heav'nly thrones. 
 
 A word of his creating voice 
 Can make the barren houfe rejoice; 
 Though Sarah's ninety years were paft, 
 The promised feed is born at laft. 
 With joy the mother views her Ton, 
 iijd tells the wonders God has done ; 
 Faith may grow irrong when fenfe dejpairs ; 
 it nature fail? the promife bears.] 
 
 PSALM CXIV. Long Metre. 
 
 Miracles attending Ifrae? s jotirnn. 
 JSfHEN Ifrael, freed froin Pharaoh'** han^ 
 
 Lett the proud tyrant and bis land, 
 The tribes, with cheerful homage, ov'« 
 Tneir King, and Judah was his throne. 
 Vcrofs the deep their journey lay ; 
 Cne deep divides to make them'wav: 
 ordan beheld their march, and fled, 
 Vith backward current, to his head. 
 The mountains mook, like frighted fheep— 
 -ike Iambs, the little hillocks leap ! 
 Jot Sinai on her bafe could ftand, 
 -onfcious of fov'reign power at hand. 
 gat power could make the deep divide- 
 Jake Jordan backward roll his tide? 
 Vh J did ? e kap, ve little hills? 
 ind whence the dread that Sinai feels ? 
 -fit every mountain, every flood 
 Retire, and know th' approaching God ; & 
 
2l 8 PSALMS. 
 
 The King of Ifrael : fee him here ! 
 Tremble, thou earth, adore and tear. 
 6 He thunders, and &U nature mourns, 
 The rock to Handing pools he turn-, 
 Flints fpring with fountains, at his wold, 
 And fires and feas conteis the Lord. 
 PSALM CXV. Firft Metre. 
 The true-God our refuge; or, Idolatry reprove 
 i V° T t0 oprjelVes, who are but daft— 
 S o t to o a rfe I v e s is glory due — 
 Eternal God, thou only jufr, 
 
 Thou only gracious, \vVe and true. 
 2 DifplaV to earth thy dreadful name ■ 
 
 Why mould a heathen's haughty tongue 
 InfoltTWi and, to raife our mame, 
 Say " Where's the God you've ferv a fo long 
 - The God we ferve, maintains his throne 
 '" Above the clouds, beyand the ftiei i 
 Through all the earth his will is done, . 
 He knows ov.v groans, he hears our cries 
 4 But the vain idols they adore, 
 
 Are fenfelefs (hapes or itone and wood: 
 • Atbeft a mafs of glittering ore, 
 A filver faint, or golden god- 
 re With' eves and ears they carve the head; 
 L5 Deaf are their ears, their eyes are bund 
 In vain are coftly offerings made, 
 Ar.d vows are fcatter'd in the wind. 
 
 6 Their feet were never made to m«ve, 
 
 Nor hands to (ave, when mor als pray , 
 Mortals, that pav them tear or love 
 Lem to be blind and deaf as they.] 
 
 7 O Ifrael, make the Lord thy hope, 
 
 TbYhelp, thv refuge, and thy reO , 
 The LoM (Kill build thy rums up, 
 A„d blefs the people and the graft. 
 
1'SAl.MS. a*$ 
 
 The c'ead no a>ore can fpeak thy praife — 
 They dwell in filence ia the grave ; 
 
 But we irutii live to ling thy grace, 
 
 And tell the World thy peeves tc a,e, 
 
 S A L M CXV- Seca-ia SVSetre- A, the new 
 tune of the 5~th Pfa^m. 
 Ihiitry reproved. 
 Vj"OT to our na'm^s, thou only juft and true, 
 Nat to oar worthless names is glory due : 
 Thy power and grace, thy truth and juitice 
 
 claim 
 Immortal hpndtr'rs to thy jbv* reign name ; 
 Shine thro' the earth, from heav'n thy bieft 
 abode; [God?" 
 
 Nor let the heathen? fay, u Where is your 
 j Heav'n is thine higher court : there Hands thy 
 throne, 
 And thro' the lower worlds thv will is done : 
 Gad framed this earth — the ilarry heavens he 
 
 fpread, 
 But foois adore the gods their hands have made; 
 The kneeling crowd, \v ith look', devout, behold 
 Their frlver saviours, and their taints of gold. 
 Vain are thofe artful ihapes of eyes and ears— 
 The molten image neither fees nor hears ; 
 Their hands are helpleis, nor their feet can 
 
 move, [nor love ; 
 
 They have no fpeech, nor thought, nor power, 
 Yet fottifh mortals make their long complaints 
 To their deaf idols, and their lifelefs faints. 
 The rich have ftatutes weli adorned with gold ; 
 The poor, content with gods of coarfer mould, 
 «Vith tools of iron carve the fenfelefs ftock, 
 ..opt from a tree, or broken from a rock, 
 J eople and prieft drive o? the folemn trade, 
 Vnd truft the gods that laws and hammers 
 made.] 
 
220 PSALMS. 
 
 5 Be heav'n and earth amaz'd ! 'Tis hard to fa; 
 Which are more ftupid, or their gods, or they 
 O Ifrael, truft the Lord : he hears and fees, 
 Tie knows thy forrows, and reftores thy peace. 
 His worftiip does a thoufand comforts yield- 
 He is thy help, and he thine heav'nly ihield. 
 
 6 In God we truft : our impious toes in vain 
 Attempt our ruin, and oppofe his reign ; 
 Had they prevail'd, darknefs had clos'd our 
 
 days, 
 And death and fdence had forbid his praife ; 
 But we are fav'd, and live : — Let fongs arife 
 And Zion blefs the God that built the fkiesj 
 
 P S A L M CXVI. Firft part. Common Metre 
 Recovers from ficknefs. 
 
 1 J Love the Lord : he heard my cries, 
 
 And pity'd every groan ; 
 Long as I live, when troubles rife, 
 I'll haften to his throne. 
 
 2 I love the Lord : he bow'd his ear, 
 
 And cba^d my griefs away : 
 
 Oh let my heart no more defpair, 
 
 When I have breath to prav. 
 
 3 My fleih declin'd, my fpirits fell, 
 
 And I drew near the dead, 
 While inward pangs, and fears of hell, 
 Perplex'd my wakeful head 
 
 4 " My God\ (I cry'd.) tbv fe- vant fave, 
 
 " Thou ever good aad jui 
 ■*« Thy power can refcue froia t".e grave, 
 " Thy power is all my U-iil." 
 
 5 The Lod beheld me fore diftrefs'd, 
 
 He bade my pains remove : 
 Return, my foul, to God thy reft, 
 For thou halt known his love. 
 
 
PSALMS. 221 
 
 My God hath fav'd my foul from death, 
 
 And dry'd my falling tears : 
 Now, to his praife I'll fpend my breath, 
 
 And my remaining years. 
 
 PSALM CXVI. ver. 12, &e. Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Thanks fsr private deliverance. 
 
 "^TKAT mall I render to my God 
 
 For all his kindnefs {hewn? 
 
 My feet mail viiit thine abode, 
 
 My fongs addrefs thy throne. 
 
 Among the faints, that fill thine houfe, 
 
 My offerings fhall be paid ; 
 There fhall my zeal perform the vows 
 
 My foul in anguifh made. 
 I How much is mercy thy delight, 
 
 Thou ever-blefTed God ! 
 How dear thy fervants in thy fight ! 
 
 How precious is their blood ! 
 
 How happy all thy fervants are ! 
 
 How great thy grace to m€ ! 
 My life, which thou half, made thy care, 
 
 Lord, I devote to thee. 
 
 ; Nov/ I am thine, for ever thine, 
 
 Nor fhall my purpofe move ; 
 Thy hand has loofed bonds of pain, 
 
 And bound me with thy love. 
 Here, in thy courts, I leave my vow-, 
 
 And thy rich grace record ; 
 Witnefs, ye faints, who hear me nov\, 
 
 If I forfake the Lord. 
 
 PSALM CXVII. Coram o- 
 
 Praife to God from all nai't 
 
 Q All ye nations praife the Lard, 
 Each with a diiPrer ^ torfg«e ; 
 
222 PSALMS. 
 
 la ov'ry language learn his word, 
 .And let his name be iv.r.g. 
 2 His mercy reigns thro' ev'ry land ; 
 Proclaim his grace abroad ; 
 For ever firm hi. truth ftall Itand— 
 Praife ye the faithful God. 
 
 P S A L M CXVII. Long Metre 
 ; pROM all that dwell below the fkies 
 Let the Creator's praiie ari'e ; 
 Let the Redeemer's name be lung 
 Thro' ev'cy land, by ev'ry tongue. 
 Z Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; 
 Eternal truth attends thy \v »rd : 
 Thy praife mall found from more to fhore, 
 'Till funs fliall fet and rife no more. 
 
 PSALM CXVII. Shot Metre. 
 I [HY name, almighty Lord, 
 
 Shall found thro' diitant lands : 
 it is thy grace, and Cure thy word, 
 thy truth for ever Hands. 
 Far be thine honour fpread, 
 
 And long thy praife endure, 
 ' Till morning light and evening made 
 Shall be exchang'd no more. 
 
 PSALM CXVIII. ver. 6,-15. Firft part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Deliverance from a tumult. 
 
 1 'X'HE Lord appears my helper now, 
 
 Nor is my faith afraid 
 What all the fons of earth can do, 
 Since heav'n affords its aid. 
 
 2 »Tis fafer, Lord, to hope in thee, 
 
 And have my God my friend, 
 Than truft in men of high degree, 
 And on their truth depend. 
 
PSALM S- 2^3 
 
 'Th thro' the Lord my heart is ftrong, 
 
 In him my lips rejoice ; 
 While his falvation is my fen-g, 
 
 How cheerful is my voice I 
 Like angry bees they girt me round"; 
 
 When God appears they fly : 
 So burning thorns, with crackling found, 
 
 Make a fierce blaze, and die. 
 Joy to the faints and peace belongs : 
 
 The Lord prote&s their days : 
 Let Ifrael tune immortal fbngs 
 
 To his almighty grace. 
 
 SALM CXVIII. ver. 17, — 21. Second part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Public praife for deliverance from death. 
 \ ORD, thou haft heard thy fervant err. 
 
 And refcu'd from the grave ; 
 Now fliall he live : (and none can die, 
 
 If God refoive to rave.) 
 Thy praife, more con fl ant than before, 
 
 Shall fill his daily breath ; 
 Thy hand, that hath chaftis'd him ibre, 
 
 Defends him ft ill from death. 
 Open the gate of Zion now, 
 
 For we fhall worfhip there, 
 The houfe where all the righteous go, 
 
 Thy mercy to declare. 
 
 Among th' afiemblies of thy faints 
 
 Our thankful voice we raife ; 
 There we have told thee our complaints, 
 
 And there we fpeak thy praife. 
 
 SALM CXVIII. ver. 22, 23. Third part 
 Common Metre. 
 
 Chrift the foundation of the church, 
 gEHOLD the fure foundation ftoae 
 Which God in Zion lavs, 
 
224 PSALMS. 
 
 To build our heav'nly hcpes i^on, 
 And his eternal praife. 
 ft Chofen of God, to fvnners dear, 
 And faints adore the name. 
 They truft their-whole falvation here, 
 Nor fhall they fuffegMhame. 
 
 3 The foolifh builders, fcribe and prieit, 
 
 Reject it with difdain t 
 Finn on this rock the church fhall reit, 
 And envy rage in vain. 
 
 4 What tho* the gates of hell withflood? 
 
 Yet muft this building rife : 
 'Tis thy own work, almighty God, 
 And wondrous in our eyes. 
 
 PSALM CXVIII. ver. 24, 25, 26. Fourth p; 
 
 Common Metre. 
 He/anna; the Lord's day ; or, Cbrift'j rsfufi 
 tion^ and our j.ilvation. 
 
 1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made, 
 
 He calls the hours his own ; 
 Let heav'n rejoice, let earth fce glad, 
 And praife furround the throne. 
 
 2 To-day he rofe and left the dead ; 
 
 And Satan's empire i^ll : 
 To-day the faints his triumph fpread, 
 And all his wonders teli. 
 
 3 faofonna to th' anointed King, 
 
 To David's hoiv Sou, 
 Kelp us, OL'jrd; deicend and bring 
 Salvation i'vota thy throne. 
 = : Blefs'd is the Lord, who comes to men 
 >v 11a me^sfcs ef gftte«{ 
 
 Who com**, iii God his ;?*uev'i Mint, 
 To rave oin fmf*l f6«fl# 
 J| ftdrlmnfcj *" tine higheft {trains 
 The church on earU.can raite J 
 
PSALMS. 2X^1 
 
 The higheft heav'ns, in which he reigns, 
 Shall give him nobler praife. 
 
 SALM CXVIII. ver. 22, — 27- Short Metre. 
 4n he f anna for the Lord' s day ; or, A netv fong ef 
 fiivation by thrift. 
 
 QEE what a living ftone 
 
 The builders did refufe ; 
 Yet God hath built his church thereon 
 
 In fpite of envious Jews. 
 The fcribe and angry prieft 
 
 Reject thine only Son ; 
 Yet or. this Rock fhall Zion reft, 
 
 As the chief corner {tone. 
 
 The work, O Lord, is thine, 
 
 And wondrous in our eyes : 
 This day declares it all divine, 
 
 This day did Jefus rf e. 
 This is the glorious day 
 
 That our Redeemer made ; 
 •Let us rejoice, and fing, and pray, 
 
 Let all the church be glad. 
 Hofanna to the King 
 
 Ot David's royal bioc-d : 
 Blen him, ye faints, he comes to bring _ 
 
 Salvation from your God. 
 We blefs thine holy v/ord, 
 
 Which all this grace difplays ; 
 And offer on thine altar, Lord, 
 
 Gur iacrince of praife. 
 
 ;ALM CXVIII. ver. 22,— 27. Long Metre, 
 
 ; hofanna for the Lord's day ; or, A new fang oj 
 f.'.'roatlon hi Ckrift. 
 
 LO, what a glorious Corner-ftone 
 The jewiih builders did re five ! 
 K a 
 
226 . P SAL M S. 
 
 E "t Gnd hath built his church thereon, 
 In fpite of envy, and the Jews. 
 
 2 Great God, the work is all divine, 
 
 The joy and wonder of our eve^ ; 
 This is the day that proves it thine, 
 The day that faw our Saviour riie. 
 
 3 Sinners rejoice, and faints be glad; 
 
 Bofanna, let his name be blefs'd; 
 A thoufand honours on bis bead, 
 
 '.V it!> peace, and ligh.t, and glory reft : 
 
 4 In God's own name he comes to bring 
 
 Salvation to ovrr dying race ; 
 Let the whole church addrefs their K ; .ng 
 With hearts of joy, and fongs of prai e. 
 
 I have cotle&ed and difpofed of the mod ufi 
 
 verfes of the cxixth Pfairn under eighteen diff 
 ent ht ad<?, and formed a divine long upon each 
 them. But the verfes are much tranfpoied fc 
 attain fome degree of connexion 
 
 In fome places among the words Ijiv, cc 
 mundsy judgments^ teftimonies, 1 have uied I 
 £<?/, ward, truth, grace, promifej, fee- as mojfl 
 greeable to the New Teftament, and the co 
 mon language of Chriftians, at;d it equally 
 fwers the delign of the Pftlmift, which was to 
 commend the holy Scripture. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Firft part. Common Me 
 The lUffedmfs of faint s y and mifcry of &;;>: 
 
 Ver. i, 2, 3. 
 
 1 gLESS' D are the undefil'd in heart, 
 
 Whofe ways are ri^lit and clean ; 
 Who never from :-iy law depart, 
 But fly from ev'ry fm. 
 
 2 Blef M are the men that keep thy word, 
 
 And pracYue thy command ; 
 
PSALMS. 2: 
 
 With their whole heart they feek the Lord, 
 And ferve thee with their hands. 
 Ver. 165. 
 ] Great is their peace who love thy law ; 
 How firm their iouls abide ! 
 Xor can a bold temptation draw 
 Their fteadv feet afide. 
 Ver. 6. 
 \ Then fhall my heart have inward joy, 
 Ancf keep my face from fliatne, 
 When all thy ftatutes I obey, 
 And honour all thy 1 ame. 
 Ver. 21, 1 18. 
 But haughty finners God will hate, 
 
 The- proud fhall die accurs'd ; 
 The fons of falihood and deceit 
 Are trodden to the duft 
 
 Ver. 119, 155 
 > Vile as the drofs the wicked are : 
 And thofe that leave thy ways 
 Shall fee falvation from afar, 
 But never tafte thy grace. 
 
 PSALM CXI X- Second part. 
 
 Secret devotion and [biritiiat-rh-ih&edhefs •; o» 
 Conftant converfe -with God. 
 
 Ver. 147, 55- 
 TO thee, before the dawning light, 
 
 My gracious God, I pray ; 
 I meditate thy name by nighr, 
 And keep thv law bv day. 
 Ver.'8t. 
 My ipirit faints to fee thy grace, 
 
 Thy promi-e bears me up; 
 And, while falvatioa long delays, 
 Thy woid fapports my. hope. 
 Ver. 164. 
 Sev'n times a day I lift my hand3, 
 And pay my thanks to thee ; 
 
2 2S PSALMS. 
 
 Thy righteous providence demand; 
 Repeated praife from me. 
 Ver. 6 j. 
 4 When midnight dark nefs veils the fkie 
 I call thy works to mind ; 
 My thoughts in warm devotion rife. 
 And fweet acceptance find. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Third part. 
 
 Profcjffion of finccrity, re+>entj.ncs y and. obedient 
 
 Ver. 57, 6o. 
 J ^HOU art mv portion, O my God ; 
 Soon a? I know thy way, 
 My heart makes hafte t' obey thy word, 
 And fuffers no delay. 
 
 Ver. 13, 14. 
 
 2 I chufe the path of heavenly truth, 
 
 And glory in my choice : 
 
 Not all the riches of the earth 
 
 Co«ld make me fo rejoice. 
 
 3 The teftimonies of thy grace, 
 
 I fet before my eyes ; 
 Thence I derive my daily ftrength, 
 And there my comfort lies. 
 Ver. 59. 
 
 4 If once I wander from thy path, 
 
 I think upon my ways, 
 Then turn my feet to thy commands, 
 And trufl thy pardoning grace. 
 Ver. 94, 112. 
 
 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, 
 
 O lave thy fervant, Lord, 
 Thou art my fhield, my hiding place j 
 My hope is in thy word. 
 Ver. 112. 
 
 6 Thou hjaft: inclined this heart of mine 
 
 Thy ftatutes to fulfil; 
 And thus, till mortal life (hall end, 
 Would I perform thy will. 
 
PSALMS. 22^ 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Fourth, parr. 
 
 Inftrutf ion from Scripture. 
 
 Ver. 9. 
 
 HOW mall the young fecure their hearts, 
 
 And guard their lives from fin ? 
 Thy word the choiceft n^es imparts 
 To keep the conference clean. 
 Ver. 130. 
 When once it enters to the mind, 
 
 It fpreadn fuch light abroad, 
 The meaneft fouls inftruftion find, 
 And raife their thoughts to God. 
 Ver. 105. 
 'Tis like the fun, a heav'nly light, 
 
 That guides us all the day ; 
 And, through the dangers of the night, 
 A lamp to lead our way. 
 Ver. 99, 100. 
 The men that keep thy law with care, 
 
 And meditate thy word, 
 Grow wifer than their teachers are, 
 And better know the Lord. 
 Ver. 104, 113. 
 Thy precepts make me truly wife ; 
 
 1 hate the finner's road ; 
 I hate my own vain thoughts that rife, 
 But love thy law, my God. 
 Ver. 89, 90, 91. 
 6 The fiarry heav'ns thy rule obey, 
 The earth maintains her place; 
 And thefe, thy fervants, night and day ? 
 Thy {kill and pow'r exprefs. 
 
 But ftill thy law and gofpel, Lord, 
 
 liaye lefibns more divine ; 
 Not earth ftands firmer than thy word, 
 
 Nor ftarsfo nobly fhin«. "1 
 
I *° PSALMS, 
 
 Ver. r<;o, r 4Q, 9, i «9- 
 b T;iv word is eve -uth, 
 
 How pure is ev'ry c 3 
 Thy holy book fhaLJ guide our youth, 
 And well fupport our age. 
 
 P S A L M CXIX. Fifth part. 
 Delight in fcrtpture f or, 7"/i* -word of God di 
 ling hi its. 
 
 Ver. <;H. 
 
 1 Q HOW Hove thy holy law ! 
 
 'Tis dadv my delight : 
 And thence my meditations draw 
 Divine adv:ce bv nighr. 
 Ver. 148. 
 
 2 My waking eyes prevent the day 
 
 To meditate thy word : 
 My foul with longing melts away, 
 To hear thy go^pei, Lord. 
 Ver. 3, 13, 54- 
 
 3 Thy heav'i.Iv \\ord$ my heart engf.^e ! 
 
 And well employ my tongue! 
 And, in my tirefonie pilgrimage, 
 Yieia me a heavenly long. 
 Ver. 19, 103. 
 
 4 Am I a fu anger, or at home, 
 
 'Tis my perpetual feaif ; 
 Not honey dropping from the comb 
 So much allures the tate. 
 Ver. 72, 127. 
 
 5 No treafures fo enrich the mini! j 
 
 Nat lhall thy word be ibid 
 For loads of ill ver well refiu'd, 
 Nor heaps of choiceft gold. 
 Ver. 18, 49, *75- 
 
 6 When nature fmks, and fpirits droop, 
 
 Thy promifes of grace 
 Are pillars to fupport my hope, 
 And there I write thy praife. 
 
PSALMS. T 3 h 
 
 PS AIM CXIX. Sixth part. 
 Yiolinefs and comfort from the word, 
 Ver. 128. 
 : f ORD , I eftee m tb v j vgd men ts ri gl 1 s , 
 , And aii thy ftat-ates jnft ; 
 Thence I maintain a conftant fight 
 Yvithev'rv fiatt'rir.g lad. 
 Ver. 97, 9- 
 Z Thv p-ecepts oi'ien I furvey : - 
 I keep thv law in f»gbt, 
 Through ail tfefcbus'nefs of the day, 
 To forut my anions Eight? • 
 
 J Mv heart, in midnigsfcliience^ ^rre^ 
 " How fweet thy c'asnfprts be b* ; 
 My thoughts in holy Wonder rife, 
 And bring their tha sks to thee. 
 Ver. 162. 
 t And when my fpirit drinks' her fill 
 At fomegood ward of thine, 
 .Not mighty men that fiiare the fpoil, 
 Have joys compared to mine. 
 
 PSALM CXIX- Seventh part. 
 
 Imperfection of nature, and perfection offcrtpturc 
 Ver. 96. paraphra.ed. 
 j^ET all the Heathen writers join 
 
 To form one perfect book; 
 Great God, if once compared with thine, 
 How mean their writings look t 
 Z Not the moil perfect rules they gave 
 Could lhew one fin forgiven, 
 "Nor lead aftep beyond the grave ; 
 But thine conducts to heavhi. 
 3 I've feen an end to what we call 
 Perfection here belcw ; 
 How fb'prt the rowers cf nature fall, 
 And can no farther no. 
 
I $2 PSALMS. 
 
 4 Yet men would fain be juft with God, 
 
 By w oiks their hands have wrought ; 
 But thy command 1 ;, exceeding broad, 
 Extend toev'ry thought. 
 
 5 In vain we boaft perfection here, 
 
 While fin defiles our frame, 
 And finks our virtues down fo far, 
 They fcarce deferve the name. 
 
 6 Our faith and love, and ev'ry grace, 
 
 Fall far below thy word ; 
 Beit perfect truth and righteoufne^ 
 Dwell only with the Lord. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Eighth part. 
 
 The ixceltencj end variety offcripturs. 
 
 Ver. in. paraprafed. 
 
 1 T OR.D, I have made thy word my choice 
 
 M lafting heritage ; 
 There fl)a|] my noble ft pow'rs rejoice, 
 • armeft thoughts engage. 
 
 2 I'li read the hiilVies of thy love, 
 
 And keerrthy laws in fight, 
 While through tie promifes I rove, 
 V ith ever-freih delight. 
 j 'Ti> abroad land of wealth unknown, 
 Where fprings of life anfe, 
 Seed--- oi" ifti mortal blifs are fown, 
 And hidden glory lies. 
 4 The be'! relief that mourners have, 
 It 'nakes our forfows We-fs'd ; 
 On- faireft hope beyond the grave, 
 And our eternal reft. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Ninth part. 
 Defire of kno W ledge. 
 Ver. 64, 6S, r8. 
 1 THY mercies fill the earth, O Lore', 
 How good thy works appear ! 
 
PSALMS. I33 
 
 Open my eyes to read thy word, 
 
 And fee thy wonders there. 
 Ver. 73. 125. 
 My heart was fafhion'd by thy hand, 
 
 My fervioe is thy due, 
 O ! make thy fervant understand 
 
 The duties I muft do. 
 Ver. 19, 
 Since I'm a ftranger here below, 
 
 Thy path O ! do not hide ; 
 Bat mark the road my feet {hould go, 
 
 And be my conftant guide. 
 Ver. 26. 
 When I confefs'd my wand'ring ways, 
 
 Thou heard'ft my foul complain ; 
 Grant me the teachings of thy grace, 
 
 Or I (hall flray again. 
 
 Ver. 33, 34. 
 If God to me his itatutes fliew, 
 
 And heav'nly truth impart, 
 His work for ever, Fll purfuff, 
 
 His law fhall rule my heart. 
 Ver. 50, 71. 
 This was my comfort when I bore 
 
 Variety of grief ; 
 It made me iearn thy word the more, 
 
 And fly t© that relief. 
 
 Ver. 51. 
 In vain the preud deride me now ; 
 
 I'll ne'er forget thy law, 
 Nor let that blefied gofpel go, 
 
 Whence a!l m,r hopes 1 draw. 
 V«r, 27, 171. 
 tffhtn I have learn'd my Father's will, 
 
 I'll teach the world hi;; "'ays ; 
 My thankful lips, inipii-'r"' - ; 'th zeal, 
 
 Shall fing aloud his pr. 
 
234 PSALMS. 
 
 P S A L M CXIX. Tenth part. 
 Pleading the promifes. 
 
 Ver. 38, 49- 
 
 1 TOEHOLD thy waiting ferv ant, Lord, 
 
 Devoted to thy fear ; 
 Remember and confirm thy word, 
 For all my hopes are there. 
 Ver. 41, 58, 107. 
 
 2 Haft thou not fent falvation down, 
 
 And promis'd quickening grace? 
 Doth not my heart addrefs thy throne i 
 And yet thy love delays. 
 Ver. 123, 42. 
 
 3 Mine eyes for thy falvation fail ; 
 
 O bear thy fervant up; 
 Nor let the fcoffing lips prevail,, 
 Who dare reproach my hope. 
 Ver. 49,^74- 
 
 4 Didit thou not raise my faith, O Lout ; 
 
 Then let thy truth appear: 
 Saints mall rejoice in my reward, 
 And truft as well as fear. 
 
 PSALM CXIX- Eleventh part. 
 Breathing after holinefs. 
 
 Ver. 5, 33- 
 1 Q That the Lord would guide my ways 
 To keep his ftatutes ftill ! 
 O that my God would grant me grace 
 To knew and do his will ! 
 Ver. 29. 
 .1 O fend thy Spirit down to write 
 Thy law upon my heart ! 
 Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 
 Nor aft the liar's part. 
 
 Ver. 37, 3&- 
 3 From vanity turn off my eyes ; 
 Let no corrupt defign, 
 
p s a i, a s, 
 
 Nor covetous dejire-, arife 
 Within this fool of mine. , 
 Ver. 133. 
 'Order mj footfteps by thy word, 
 
 And make my heart fir.cere ; 
 1 Let fin have no dominion, Lord, 
 
 !But keep my confcience clear. 
 Ver. 176. 
 My foul hath gone ten far aftray, 
 
 Mv feet too often flip; 
 Yet iince I keep in mind thy "way, 
 Reftore thv wardering Iheep. 
 Ver. 35- 
 Make me to walk in thy commands, 
 
 'Tis a delightful road ; 
 Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, 
 Offend againft my God. 
 
 P S A L M CXIX. Twelfth part. 
 Breathing after comfort and deliverance, 
 Ver. 153. 
 ]V/|Y God, confider my diitrefs, 
 Let mercy plead my cau<e ; 
 Though Ihave ftnn'd againft thy grace, 
 I ne'er forgot thy laws- 
 
 Ver. 39, 116. 
 Forbid, forbid the {harp reproach, 
 
 Which I fojuitly fear; 
 Uphold my life, uphold my hopes, 
 Nor let my fbame appear. 
 Ver. 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. 
 Ver' 81. 
 My eyes with expectation fail, 
 Mv heart within me cries, - 
 " When will the Lord his truth fulfil, 
 '■' And bid mv comforts rife t" 
 
2%t> PSALMS. 
 
 Vet. 132. 
 5 Look down upon my forrows. Lord, 
 And mow thy grace the fame, 
 Thy tender mercies ftill afford 
 To thole that love thy name. 
 
 PSALM CXIX- Thirteenth part. 
 
 Holy fear, and tendernefs of conscience. 
 
 Ver. 10. 
 
 1 TJJiTH my whole heart I've fought thy fa 
 
 O let me never Itray 
 From thy commands, O God of grace, 
 Nor tread the finner's way. 
 Ver. 11. 
 
 2 Thy word I've placed within my heart 
 
 To keep my confcience clean, 
 And be an everlafting guard 
 From ev'rv rifmg fm. 
 
 Ver. 63, 53, 158. 
 
 3 I'm a companion of the faint:. 
 
 Who fear and love the Lord; 
 My forrows rife, my nature faint?, 
 When men tranfgrefs thy word. 
 Ver. i6r, 163. 
 
 4 While fmners do thy gzrfpd wrong, 
 
 My fpirit ftands in awe ; 
 Mv foul abhors a lying toague, 
 But loves thy righ-eou-. lata 
 Ver. i6l, iAo. 
 5 My heart with facred reverence hears 
 The threai'nings of thy wore' ; 
 My fleih with holy trembli-5 fears 
 The judgments of the. Lord. 
 Ver. 166, 171. 
 d My God, I long, I hope, I wart, 
 For thy falvatkm ftiti; 
 While thy whole law is my delight, 
 And I obey tky will. . 
 
PSALMS. 2 3 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Fourteenth part. 
 
 benefit of afflictions, and fit sport utider them. 
 
 Ver. r53, 81, 82. 
 CONSIDER all my ibrrows, Lord, 
 "* And thy deliverance fend; 
 My fbni for thy falvation faints, 
 When vvill mv troubles endi 
 Ver. 71- 
 Yet I have found 'tis good for m# 
 
 To bear my Father's rod ; 
 ; Afflictions make me learn thy law, 
 And live upon my God. 
 Ver. 50. 
 j This is the comfort I enjoy, 
 When new diftrefs begins, 
 1 1 read thy word, I run tliy way, 
 And hate my former fins. 
 Ver. 92. 
 Had not thy word been my delight 
 
 When earthly joys were fled, 
 My foul, opprefs'd with forrows weight, 
 Had funk arnonglr. the dead. 
 Ver. 75- 
 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, 
 
 Though they may feem fevere ; 
 The fharpeft fufP rings 1 endure 
 Flow from thy faithful care. 
 Ver. 67. 
 Before I knew thy chail'ning rod 
 
 My feet were apt to ftray ; 
 But now I learn to keep thy word, 
 Nor wander from thy way, 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Fifteenth part. 
 Holy refolutions. 
 Ver. 93. 
 C\ That thy ftatures ev'ry hour 
 Might dwell upon my mind ! 
 
238 PSALMS. 
 
 Thence I derive a quick' ding pow'r, 
 And daily peace I find. 
 
 Ver. 15, 16. 
 
 2 To meditate thy precept?, Lord, 
 
 Shall be my fweet employ; 
 My foul flia.il ne'er forget thy word, 
 Thy word is all my joy. 
 Ver'. ~32. 
 
 3 How would I run in thy commands, 
 
 If thou my heart di charge 
 From fn-and Satan's hateful chains 
 And let my feet at large? 
 Ver. 13, 'a6. 
 
 4 My lips with courage ihail declare 
 
 Thy ftatutes and thy name ; 
 I'll fpsak thy word though kings fkould hear. 
 Nor yield to firiful lhame. 
 
 Ver. 6r, 69, 70. 
 
 5 Let bands of periecutors rife 
 
 To rob me of my right; 
 Let pride and malice forge their lies; 
 Thv law is my delight. 
 Ver. '115. 
 
 6 Depart from me, ye wicked race, 
 
 Whofe bands and hearts are ill : 
 I love my God, I love his ways, 
 And muft obey his will. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Sixteenth part. 
 A prayer for quickening grace. 
 Ver. 25, 37. 
 1 |^[Y foul lies cleaving to the duft; 
 Lord, give me life divine ; 
 From vain defires, and ev'ry luft, 
 Turn off thefe eyes of mine- 
 2, 1 need the influence of thy grace 
 To fpeed m<e in thy way, 
 Left I fhquld loiter in my race, 
 Or turn my feet aitray. 
 
r s a l m s, 239 
 
 Ver. 107. 
 Wiien fore afflictions prefs me down, 
 
 I need thy quick'ning pow'rs ; 
 Thy word, that I have refted on, 
 
 Shall help my heavielt hours. 
 Ver. 156, 40. 
 Are not thy mercies fov'reign ftill, 
 
 And thou a faithful God? 
 Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal 
 
 To run the heavenly road ? 
 Ver. 159, 40. 
 Does not my heart thy precepts love, 
 
 And long to fee thy face ? 
 And yet how flow my fpirits move 
 
 Without eniiv'ning grace .' 
 Ver. 93. 
 Then mall I love thy gofpel more, 
 
 And ne'er forget thy word, 
 When I have felt its quickening pow'r 
 
 To draw me near the Lord. 
 
 SALM CXIX. Seventeenth part. Long Metre. 
 Grace jhining in difficulties and trials. 
 
 Ver. 143, 28. 
 "^HEN pain and anguifh feize me, Lord, 
 
 All my fupport is from thy word ; 
 My foul diffblves for heavinefs; 
 Uphold me with thy ftrength , ning grace. 
 
 Ver. 51, 69, no. 
 The proud have fram'd their feoffs and lies, 
 They watch my feet with envious eyes, 
 They tempt my foul to fnares and fin ; 
 Yet thy commands I ne'er decline. 
 
 Ver. 16 r, 67. 
 They hate me, Lord, without a canfe, 
 They hate to fee me love thy laws ; 
 But I will truft and fear thy name, 
 Till pride aad malice die with fhame. 
 
240 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. Laftpart. 
 Sanftified afflictions ; or, Delight in the "word 
 God. 
 Ver. 67, 50. 
 
 1 ]?ATHER, I blefs thy gentle hand ; 
 
 How kind was thy chaftiiing rod, 
 That fsrc'd my confidence to a ftand, 
 And brought my wand* ring foul to God ! 
 
 2 Foolifh and vain, I went aftray, 
 
 Ere I had felt thy fcourges, Lord, 
 I left my guide, and loft my way ; 
 But now I love and keep thy word. 
 Ver. 71. 
 
 3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, 
 
 For pride is apt to rife and fweli ; 
 'Tis good to bear my Father's ftroke, 
 That I may learn his ftatutes well. 
 Ver. 72. 
 
 4 The law that ifTues from thy mouth 
 
 Shall raife my cheerful paffions move 
 Than all the treafures of the fouth, 
 Or richeit hills of golden ore. 
 Ver. 73/ 
 
 5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, 
 
 Thv Spirit formed my foul within : 
 Teach me to know thy wondrous name, 
 And guard me fafe from death and fin. 
 Ver. 74- 
 
 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord 
 
 At my falvation ftiall rejoice ; 
 For I have trufted in thy word, 
 
 And made thy grace my only choice. 
 
 PSALM CXX. Common Metre. 
 Complaint of quarrelfome neighbours ; or, A 
 vout wifi for peace. 
 
 ) T'HOU God of love, thou sver-bleft, 
 Pity my fuflf'ring ftate ; 
 
PSALMS. j 
 
 When wilt thou fet my foul at refr 
 
 From lips that love deceit? 
 I Hard lot of mine ! ray days are caft 
 
 Among the fons of ftrife, 
 Whofe never-ceafmg quarrels wafte 
 
 My golden hours of life. 
 Oh might I fly to change mv place. 
 
 How would I choofe to dwell 
 In fotne wide lonefome wildernefs,. 
 
 And leave thefe gates of hell ! 
 Peace is the bleffing that I feek 
 
 How lovely are its charms ! 
 I am for peace ; but when I fpeak, 
 
 They all declare for arms. 
 New paffions ftill their fouls engage, 
 
 And keep their malice ftrong ; 
 V/fcat (hall be done to curb thy rage 
 
 O thou devouring tongue ! * 
 
 Should burning arrows finite thee through, 
 . 2> t nct juflice would approve ; 
 But I would rather fpare mv foe, 
 And melt his heart with love. 
 
 PSALM CXXI. Long Metre. 
 Qivim protection. 
 7JP to the hills I lift mine eves 
 T , Th ' e *[ n * 1 hilIs beyond the'ikies ; 
 Thence all her help my foul derives : 
 There my almighty Refuge lives. 
 He lives ; the everlafting God, 
 That built the world, that fpread the flood < 
 The heav'ns, with all their hoft h^ JIT ' 
 And the dark regions of the dead- ' 
 
 He guides our feet, he guards our way • 
 Ji« morning fmiles adorn the day 
 L 
 
2\ 2 PSALMS. 
 
 He fpreads the e v'ning veil, and keeps 
 The filen t hours while Ifrael fleeps. 
 
 4 Ifrael, a name divinely bleft, 
 May life fecure, fecurely reft; 
 Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes 
 Admits no Cumber nor furprife. 
 
 5 No fun flialLfmite thy head by day, 
 Nor the pale moon, with fickly ray, 
 Shall blait thy couch; no baleful ftar 
 Darts his malignant fire fo far. 
 
 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn, 
 Still thou fhalt go, and ftill return; 
 Safe ia the Lord! his heav'nly care 
 Defends thy life from every fnare. 
 
 5 On thee foul fpirits hare no power? 
 And in thy laft departing hour 
 Angels, that trace the airy road, 
 Shall bear thee homeward to thy Go*i. 
 
 PSALM CXXI. Common Metre. 
 
 PrjferV.it/on by djy ani night, 
 H> TO heav'n I lift my waiting eyes, 
 There all my hopes are laid 4 
 The Lord that, built the earth and fkies., 
 Is my perpetual aid. 
 
 2 Their ftedfaft feet fhall never fall, 
 
 Whom he defigns to keep; 
 His ear attends the fofteft callj 
 His eyes can never fleep. 
 
 3 He will fuftain our weakeft powers 
 
 With bis almighty arm, 
 And watch our molt unguarded hours 
 Againft furprifing harm. 
 
 4 Ifrael rejoice, and reft fecure, 
 
 Thy keeper is the Lord ; 
 His wakeful eyes employ his pow D r 
 For thine eternal guard. 
 
PSAL M 6. 2%% 
 
 5 Nor fcorchiflg fun, nor fickly moon 
 
 Shall have its leave to finite : 
 lie uhields thy head from burning noon, 
 From blafting damps at -night. 
 
 6 lie guards thy foul, he keeps thy breatfh, 
 
 Where thickeft dangers come.; 
 
 Go and retnrn, fecure from death, 
 
 Till God commands thee home. 
 
 PSALM CXXI. As the 148 th Pfalm. 
 
 .Cod cur prefervcr. 
 
 \j PWARD I lift mine eyes, 
 From 'God is all mv aid ; 
 The God that built the ikies, 
 -And earth and nature made ; 
 
 God is the tower 
 To which I hy : 
 His grace is nigh 
 In every hour. 
 
 2 My feet (hall never Aide, 
 
 ; And fall in fatal fnares, 
 Since God, my guard and guide., 
 Defends me from my -fe-ars. 
 
 Thofe wakeful eyes, 
 That never fleep, 
 Shall Ifrael keep, 
 
 When dangers rife. 
 
 3 No burring heats by day, 
 
 Nor blaits of evening air:, 
 Shall take my health away, 
 p' God be with me there : 
 
 Thou art my fun, 
 And thou my ftiade 4 , 
 To guard my head 
 By night or noon. 
 J Hail thou not given thy word 
 To .ave mv ford from d.\ath ? 
 
244 PSALMS. 
 
 And I can truft my Lord 
 To keep my mortal breath : 
 
 I'll go and come, 
 Nor fear to die, 
 Till from on high 
 Thou call me home. 
 
 PSALM CXXII. Common Metre. 
 Going to church. 
 
 1 W^ V ^ my neart re Joice to hear 
 
 My friends devoutly fay, 
 il In Zion let us all appear, 
 " And keep the folemn day." 
 
 2 I love the gates, I love the road; 
 
 The church, adorn'd with grace, 
 Stands like a palace built for God, 
 To fhew his milder face. 
 
 3 Up to her courts, with joy unknown, 
 
 The holy tribes repair; 
 The Son of David holds his throne, 
 And fits in judgment there. 
 
 4 He hears ourpraifes and complaints; 
 
 And, while his awful voice 
 Divides the finners from the faints, 
 We tremble and rejoice. 
 
 5 Pence be within this facred place, 
 
 And joy a conftant gueft ! 
 With holy gifts and heav'nly graoe 
 Be her attendants bleft. 
 
 6 My foul (hall pray for Zion ftil), 
 
 While life or breath remains; 
 Tiiere my beft friends, my kindred dwell, 
 There God, my Saviour, reigns. 
 
 PSALM CXXII- Proper tune. 
 
 Going to church. 
 i \\0\V pleas'd and blefs'd was r, 
 To hear t'ie people cry, 
 
PSALMS, 245 
 
 " Come, let us feek our God to-day!'-' 
 " Yes— with a cheerful zeal 
 We hafte to Zion's hill, 
 And there our vows and honours pay. 
 
 2 Zion, thrice happy place. 
 Adorn' d with wondrous grace, 
 
 And wails of ftrength embrace thee round \ 
 In thee our tribes appear 
 To pray, and prai/e, and hear 
 
 The facred gofpel's joyful found. 
 
 3 There David's greater Son 
 Has fix'd his royal throne, 
 
 He fits for grace and judgment there % 
 
 Ke bids the iaints be giad, 
 
 He makes the fmners fad, 
 And humble fouls rejoice with fear.- 
 
 4 May peace attei>d thy gate, 
 And joy within thee wait 
 
 To blefs the foul of every gueil ; 
 
 The man that feeks thy peace, 
 
 And wifiie; thine incieafe, 
 A thoufand bleffings on him reft ! 
 
 5 My tongue repeats her vows, 
 " Peace to this facred houfe ! 
 
 11 For here my friends and kindred dwell; 
 " And fince my glorious God 
 " Makes thee his bled abode, 
 " My foul lhall ever love thee well." 
 
 Repeat the 4th ft an z a to complete the tunc, 
 
 PSALM CXXIII. Common Metre. 
 Pleading -with [uhnijjlon. 
 
 1 Q THOU whofe grace and juftice reign 
 
 Enthron'd above the ikies, 
 To thee our hearts would tell their pain, 
 To thee we lift our eyes . 
 
 2 As fervants watch their matter's hand, 
 
 And fear the angry ftroke ; 
 
246 P S A L M T. 
 
 Or maiJs before theb miftrefs ftand,. 
 And wait a peaceful look : 
 
 3 So, for our fins, we juftly feel 
 
 Thy difcipline, O God ; 
 Yet wait the gracious niement ftill,. 
 'Till thou remove the rod. 
 
 4 Thofe that in wealth and pleafnre live, 
 
 Oar daily groans deride, 
 And' thy delays of mercy give 
 Frefli courage to their pride. 
 
 5 Our foes infult us, but our hope 
 
 In thy compafiion lies ; 
 This thought fhall bear our fpirits up,. 
 That God will not defpife. 
 
 PSALM CXXIV. Common Metre. 
 God gives viftrry. 
 • f{AD not the God of truth and love, 
 When holis againft us roe f 
 Bifplay'd Ids vengeance from above. 
 And crufh/d the conquering foes, 
 2 Their armies, like a raging &bod, 
 Had fwept the guardle fs land, 
 DeftroVd on earth his bleiVd abode, 
 And 'whelm'd our feeb'e band. 
 
 J But fafe beneath his fpreadlng Ibiekl 
 Ifis fons fecurely reft:, 
 Tizfy the dangers of the field 
 And bare the fearlefs bread- 
 
 4 And now our fouls fna!l blefs the Lord, 
 
 Who broke ths deadly fnare; 
 V/io fav r d us from the murd'ring fword, 
 And mad2 oar lives hi; care. 
 
 5 Our help is in Je»ovah's name, 
 
 Who form'd the heav'n? above - r 
 He that fjpports fcbeir wondrous frame, 
 Can guard his church by iove. 
 
PSALMS. 247 
 
 F S A L Tvl CXXV. Common Me tr e . 
 The faint* s trial and fifttj. 
 TTNSHAKEN as the facred hill r ^ 
 
 And firm, as "mountains ftand,. 
 Firm, as a rock,, the foul lhall reft 
 That trufts th' almighty band. 
 : Not walls nor hills could guard To \vei£ 
 Old Salem's happy ground, 
 As thofe eternal arms of love, 
 That ev'ry faint furround. 
 i While tyrants are a fmartin-g fcaurge, 
 To drive them near to God, 
 Divine companion will aSuage 
 The fury of the red. 
 \ Deal gently, Lord, with fouls fmcere^ 
 
 And lead them fafely on 
 To the bright gates of paradife, 
 
 Where Chrift, their Lord, is gone, 
 j Bat if we trace thofe crooked ways. 
 That: the old ferpent drew, 
 The wrath that drove him firft to heft 
 Shall finite his foli'wers too. 
 
 PSALM CXXV. Short Metre. 
 
 "be faint's trial an i fafe ty ; or lL Moderated offic- 
 ii ens. 
 
 JTIRM and unmov'd are they 
 
 That reft their fouls on God-: 
 Firm as the mount where David dwelt, 
 
 Or where the ark abode. 
 As mountains flood to guard 
 
 The city's facred ground, 
 So God and his almighty love 
 
 Embrace his faints around. « ' 
 
 What though the Father's rod 
 
 Drop, a chaftifin.3 ftrake, 
 
2 4% PSALM S. 
 
 Yet, left it wound their fouls too deep, 
 Its fury fhall be broke. 
 
 4 Deal gently, .Lord, with thofe 
 
 Whofe faith and pious fear, 
 Whofe hope and love, and ev'ry grace, 
 Proclaim their hearts fincere. 
 
 5 Nor fhall the tyrant's race 
 
 Too long opprefs the faint; 
 The God of Ifrael will fupport 
 His children, left they faint. 
 
 6 But if our flavifh fear 
 
 Will chufe the road to hell, 
 We inuft expert our portion there, 
 Were bolder iinners dwell. 
 
 PSALM CXXVI. Long Metre. 
 Surprising deliverance. 
 i \YHEN God reftorM our captive ftate, 
 
 Joy was our fong, and grace our theme 
 The grace beyond our hopes fo great 
 That joy appeared a pleafing dream. 
 
 2 The fcoffer owns thy hand, and pays 
 
 Unwilling honours to thy name ; 
 While we with pleafure fhout thy praife, 
 With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 
 
 3 When we review our difrcal fears, 
 
 'Twas hard to think they'll vani fh fo; 
 With God we left our flowing tears, 
 He makes our joys like rivers flow. 
 
 4 The man that ia his furrowM field, 
 
 His fcatter'd feed with fadnefs leaves, 
 Will fhout to fee the harveft yield 
 A welcome load of joyful fheaves. 
 
 PSALM CXXVI. Common Metre. 
 The joy of a remarkable converfion ; or, Melancbc 
 
 removed. 
 i y^HEN God reveal'd his gracious name, 
 Audchang'd my mournful ftate, 
 
PSALMS. 249 
 
 My rapture- feem'd a pleafng dream 7 
 The grace appeared fo great. 
 i The world beheld the glorious change ? 
 And did thy hand eonfefs ; 
 My tongue broke out in unknown flrains. ? 
 And fungTurprifing grace. 
 5 " Great isthe work," my neighbours cry"*d ? 
 And own'd the pow'r divine : 
 ** Great is the work," my heart reply'd, . 
 11 And be the giory thine." 
 $ The Lord can clear the darke& Ikies, 
 Can give us day for night = 
 Make drops of facred forrow rife 
 To rivers of delight. 
 5 Let thofe that fow in fadnefs wait 
 'Till the fair harveft come, 
 They ftiail eonfefs their fheaves are great, 
 And fhout the bleillngs home. 
 
 f> Though feed lie bury'd long in daft, 
 It fha'nt deceive their hope : 
 The precious grain can ne'er be loft, 
 For grace infures the crop. 
 
 PSALM CXXVII. Long. Metre. 
 
 The blejfing cf Ged or. the bztfnefs and comforts of 
 
 life. 
 
 1 JF Gocl fucceed not, ail the coft 
 
 And pains to build the houfe are loft j 
 If God the city will not keep, 
 The watchfui guards as well may ileep. 
 
 2 What though we rife before the fun, 
 And work and toil when day is clone, 
 Careful and fparing eat our bread, 
 To fhun that poverty we dread. 
 
 % 'Th all in vain, 'till God hath blefs'd; 
 He can make rich, yet give us reft ; 
 On God, our fov'reign, ^ftill depends 
 Our joy in children ai:d in friends. -L 2 
 
%$Q V S U M -S. 
 
 .4 Happy the man to whom he fends 
 Obedient children, faithful friends-: 
 How fweet our daily comforts prove 
 When they are feafon'd with his love ! 
 
 PSALM CXXVII. Common Metre. 
 G*d all in all 
 
 1 JF God to build the houfe deny, 
 
 The builders work in vain ; 
 And towns, without his wakeful eye, 
 An u'eleis watch maintain. 
 
 2 Before the morning beams arife, 
 
 Your painful work renew, 
 And till the ftars afcend the ikies 
 
 Your tirefouie toil pnrfue. 
 % Short be your fleep, and- coarie your fare j 
 
 In vain, 'till God has blefs'd ; 
 Br.tif his fmiies attend your care, 
 
 You fhall have food and reit. 
 4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends, 
 
 Shall veal bieflings prove, 
 Nor all the earthly joys he fends, 
 
 If lent without his love. 
 
 PSALM CXXY-IU. Common Metre- 
 Family blejfings. 
 I Q HAPPY man, whofe foullsfill'd 
 
 With zeal and reverent awe? 
 His lip"- to God their honours yield, 
 His.life adorns the law. 
 .2 A careful providence (hall (land 
 And ever guard thy head, 
 Shall on the labours of thy hand 
 Its kindly blel7in£s (bed. 
 
 3 Thy wife <haii be a fruitful vine ; 
 
 Thy children, round thy board, 
 Each, like a plant of honour, fr.ir.e, 
 An i? leai n to U'.w the I, >rd. 
 
I* S A L M 3. %"y\ 
 
 *• The Lord (hali thy beft hopes fulfil 
 For months and years to come ; 
 The Lord,>who dwells on Zion's bill,. 
 Shall fend thee blefiings home. 
 ¥ This is the man who fe happy eyes 
 Shall fee his h'oufe increafe, 
 Shall lee the finking church ari!e r 
 Then leave the world in peace. 
 
 PSALM CXXIX. Common Metre-.- 
 Perfsctitorp punifieA. 
 
 i TJP from rriy youth, may ITrael fay s 
 Have I been nurs'd in tears ; 
 My griefs were conftant as the day r 
 And tedious as the years. 
 2' Up from mv vouth I bore the rage 
 Of all the fons of ft rife J 
 Oft they alfail'd my riper age^ 
 But God preferv'd my life. 
 
 3 OVr all my frame their cruel dart 
 
 Its painful wounds exprefs'd ; 
 Hourly they vex'd my fainting hearty 
 Nor let my forrows reft. 
 
 4 The Lord grew angry on his throne. 
 
 And, with impartial eye, 
 MeafurM the mifchiefs they had dene r 
 Then let his arrows fly. 
 
 5 Kov-v was this-infolence furpris'd r 
 
 To hear his thunders roll '- 
 And all the foes of Zlon r eis'd 
 With horror to the foul. 
 
 6 Thus (hall the men that hate the faints 
 
 Be blafted from the fity ; 
 Their glory fades, their courage faints,, 
 And all their profpefts die. 
 £? What though they flcurifh tall and fair,. 
 They have as* root beneath ? 
 
25 2 PSALMS. 
 
 Their growth fhall periih in defpaiu" 
 And lie defpis'd in deathj. 
 (8 So corn that on the houfe-top ftanrts ; 
 No hope of harveft gives ; 
 The reaper ne'er fhall fill his hands, 
 Nor binder fold the iheaves.j 
 PSALM CXXX. Common Metre- 
 Pzr dotting grace. 
 
 i QUT of the deeps of long diftre Is, 
 The borders of defpair, 
 I fent my cries to feek thy grace, 
 My groans to move thine ear. 
 
 2 Great God, (hall thy feverer eye, 
 
 And thme impartial hand, 
 Mark and revenge iniquity, 
 No mortal fleih could ftand. 
 
 3 But there are pardons with my God 
 
 For crimes of high degree ; 
 Thy Son has bought them with his blood, 
 To draw us near to thee. 
 [4 I wait for thy falvation, Lord, 
 With ftrong defires I wait \ 
 My foul, invited by thy word; 
 Stands watching at thy gate ] 
 
 [5 Juft as the guards that keep the nigur 
 Long for the morning fkies, 
 Watch the fir lb beams of breaking Ugbr, 
 And meet them with their eyes; 
 
 6 So waits my foul to fee thy grace, 
 
 And, more intent than they, 
 Meets the firft openings of thy face, 
 And finds a brighter day.] 
 
 7 Then in the Lord let Ifrael truft, 
 
 Let Ifrael feek his face ; 
 The Lord is good as well as juft, 
 And plenteous in his grac-. 
 
PS'AL li S. 255 
 
 There's full redemption at his throne 
 
 For finners long enflav'd ; 
 The great Redeemer is Ms Son ; 
 
 And Ifrael fhall be fav'd. 
 
 PSALM CKXX. Long Metre. 
 
 Pardoning grace. 
 
 jJH*ROi\J deep diftrefs and troubled thoughts- 
 
 To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries ; 
 If thou feve rely mark our faults 
 No flefh can fland before thine eyes. 
 I But thou haft built thy throne of grace,, 
 Free to difpenfe thy pardons there. 
 That finners may appreach thy face, 
 And hope arid love, as well as fear. 
 j As the benighted pilgrims wait, 
 And long and wifh for breaking day — 
 5o waits my foul before thy gate ; 
 V/hen will my God his face difplay ? 
 
 4 My truft is fix'd upon thy word, 
 Nor fhall I truft thy word id vain : 
 Let mourning fours addrefs the Lord, 
 And find relief from all their pain. 
 
 5 Great is his love, and large his grace, 
 Through the redemption of his Son ; 
 He turns oar feet from finful ways. 
 And pardoaas what cur hands have done. 
 
 i-SALM CXXXI. Common Metre. 
 - Humility and fubmiffisK. 
 1 JS there ambition in ray heart ? 
 Search, gracious God, and fee ; 
 Or do I aft a haughty part ? 
 Lofd, I appeal to thee. 
 \ I charge my thoughts, be humble ftiif, 
 And all my carriage mild, 
 CojBtent, my Father, with thy will, 
 And pe&cefiil as a.cMld. 
 
2 ~5'V . PS A £ M Sv 
 
 3 The patient foul, the lowly mitd^ 
 
 Shall have a large reward : 
 
 Let faints in forrow lie refign'd, 
 
 And trull a faithful Lord. 
 
 PSALTVTCXSXII. ver. 5, 13,-18. LongrMfetl 
 
 At the fettle ment of a church ; or, The Qrdin.\Uor. 
 of a jjzinifter. 
 
 1 WHERE "fhailwe-go'to-feek and fln d : 
 
 An habitation for our God ; 
 A d -.veiling for th' eternal Mind, 
 Among the fons of flelh and blood*. 
 
 2 The God of Jacob chofe the hill 
 
 Of Zioe for his ancient reft j 
 And Zion U his dv/elling ftill, 
 
 His church is with his prefence bleft. 
 
 3 u Here I will fix my gracious throne, 
 
 " And reign for ever/' faith the Lord ; 
 11 Here fhall my pow'r ind love be known, 
 11 And blellings fhall attend my word. 
 
 4 " Hv^re will I meet the hungry poor, 
 
 u And till their fouls with living bread ;- 
 ** Sinners, that wait before my door, 
 " With fweet provifions fhall be fed. 
 
 5 " Girded with truth, and cloth'd with <^rac 
 
 " My prie,fts, my minifters, (hall mine : 
 Not Aaron, in his coftly drefs, 
 " Appears Co glorious and divine. 
 
 6 " The faints, unable to eontaln 
 
 " Their inwa id joys, mall fhout and fmg 
 " The Son of David here fhall reign, 
 " And Zion triumph in her King." 
 [7 Jefus P.iall fe? a num'rous feed 
 
 Born here, t'uphold his glorious name ^ 
 Kis crown fnall jkmrifli on his head, j J 
 While all his foes are cloath'd with fhame 
 
 i 
 
F-S A L M-S«- 2 S> 
 
 SAiM CXXXIL :ven4, 5, 7, $&&?&** 
 Common Metre. 
 
 A church efiablifbeiL 
 I *JO ileep-nor flumbar to his eyes 
 Good David would afford , - 
 'Till he had found below the .ikies 
 
 A dwelling for the LorrL 
 The Lord in Zion plac'd his iiame, 
 
 His ark was fettled there : 
 And there rV affembled natien,came ? 
 
 To worfhip thrjlce a yegr. 
 We trace ; no more thofe toilfome-waysy- 
 
 Nor, wander far abroad ; ■ 
 Where'er thy people meet for praife, 
 There is, a kqufe.for God..} 
 
 PAWS E^ 
 4 Arife, G' King of grace arife, 
 And enter to thy reft, 
 Lo ! jthy^harch -waits withiengkig eyes^ 
 
 Thus to be own'ij and blefs'd. 
 Enter, with all thy glorious train, 
 
 Thy Spirit and thy word.; 
 All that the .ark did once contain 
 Could no fucb .grace afford. 
 
 Here, mighty God, accept our vows., 
 
 Here let thy praife be fpread ; 
 Blefs the provifions ofthvjhoufe, 
 
 And fill thy poor with bread. 
 Here let- the Son ef^David reign, 
 
 Let God's anointed Urine ; 
 Juftice and truth his- court maintain, 
 
 With love, .and pow'r. divine. 
 Here iet him hold a lafting throne ; 
 
 Andas his kingdom grows, 
 Frefh honours (hail ad«rn his crown, 
 
 AnJ fliatae eonrbutjd his..fo2 e .. 
 
256 PSALMS. 
 
 P S A L M CXXXIII. Common Metre. 
 
 Brotherly love. 
 
 1 L° ' what an entertaining fight 
 
 Thofe friendly brethren prove, 
 Whofe cheerful hearts in bands unite 
 Of harmony and love. 
 
 2 Where ftreams of blifs from Chrift the fprin, 
 
 Defcend to ev'ry foul, 
 And heavenly 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 fset y 
 And o'er his garments fpread. 
 
 4 'Tis plea r ant as the morning dews 
 
 That fall on Zion's bill, 
 Where God his mildeft glory (hews, 
 And makes his grace diftil. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIXI. Short Metre. 
 
 Communion of 'faints / or. Love aui -wsrjfjip a 
 family. 
 
 1 "gLESS'D are the fons of peace, 
 
 Whofe hearts and hopes are one, 
 V/hofe kind defigns to ferve and pieafe 
 Through all their a&ions run. 
 
 2 Blefs'd is the pious houfe 
 
 Where zeal and friendfhip meet, 
 Their fongs of praife, their mingled vow. 
 Make their communion fweet- 
 
 j, Thus, when on Aaron's head 
 
 They pour'd the rich perfume, 
 The oil through all his raiment fpread, 
 And pliafure fill'd the room. 
 
 4 Thus on the heav'nly hills 
 
 The faints are blefr/d 2bove, 
 
PSALMS. 257 
 
 Where joy, like morning dew, diftils, 
 And ali the air is love. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIII. As the 1 22d Pfalm. 
 
 The blejf/tngs of friend/hip, 
 £JOW pleafant 'tis to lee 
 
 Kindred and friends agree, 
 Each vi his proper ftation move, 
 
 And each fulfill his part 
 
 With fympathifing heart, 
 In all the cares of life and love. 
 >Tis like an ointment fhed 
 
 On Aaron's facred head, 
 Divinely rich, divinely fweet; 
 
 The oil through all the room 
 
 Diffused a choice purfume, 
 Ran thro* his robes, and blefs'd his feet , 
 3 Like fruitful mowers of rain 
 
 That water all the plain, 
 Defcending from the neighbouring hills J 
 
 Such ftreams of pleafure roll 
 
 Thro' ev'ry friendly foul, 
 Where love, like beav'nly dew, diftils. 
 Repeat the firft franza to complete the tune, 
 
 PSALM CXXXIV. Common Metre. 
 
 Daily and nightly devotions. 
 YE tnat ODe y th' immortal King, 
 
 Attend his holy place; 
 Bow to the glories of hispow'r, 
 
 And blefs his wondrous grace. 
 Lift up your hands by morning light, 
 
 And fend your fouls on high ; 
 Raife your admiring thoughts by night 
 
 Above the ftarry Iky. 
 The God of Zion cheers our hearts 
 
 With rays of quick'ni-ng grace ; 
 
2 $8 PSALM* S-. 
 
 The God that fnreads the heav'ns abroad^. 
 And rules the fwelling feas. 
 
 PSALM CXXXV. ver. i,—4, 14, 19, — : 
 Firit part. Long Metre. 
 The church is Cod's hcufe and care. 
 
 1 pRAlSE ye the Lord, exalt his name, 
 
 While in his earthly courts ye wait, 
 Ye faints that to his hou'e belong, 
 Or ftand attending at his gate. 
 
 2 Pralfe fS the Lord, the Lord is good; 
 
 To praife his name is fweet employ ; 
 Ifrael he chofe of old,, and ftill 
 His church is his peculiar joy. 
 
 3 The Lord himfelf will judge his faints; 
 
 He treats his fervants as his friends ' r 
 And when he hears their fore complaints^ 
 Repents the forrows that he fends. 
 
 4 Through ev'ry age the Lord declares 
 
 His name, and breaks the oppreifor's rod; 
 He gives his furfering fervants reft, 
 And will be known th' Almighty God. 
 
 5 Blefs ye the Lord, who tafte his love, 
 
 People and priefts exalt his name : 
 Amongft hfe faints he ever dwells; 
 His church is in Jerufalem. 
 
 PSALM CXXXV. ver. 5, — **• Second part 
 
 The -works of creation, providence, redemption 3 
 
 Ifrael y and dejiruclion of enemies. 
 
 1 QREAT is the Lord, exalted high 
 
 Above all powers and every throne ;. 
 Whate'er he pleafe ia earth and fea, 
 Or heav'n, or hell, his hand hath done. 
 
 2 At his command the vapours rife, 
 
 The lightnings fiafti, the thunders roar; 
 He pours the rain, he brings the wind 
 And tempeft from his airy ftore. 
 
PSALMS 25:^- 
 
 Twas hs thofe dreadful tokens fenf, 
 
 O Egypt, thro' thy ftubborn land ; 
 When all th#:6riVborn,.beafts and men, 
 
 Fell dead by his- avenging hand,: 
 What mighty nations, mighty kings 
 
 He flew, and their wbo : e country gave 
 To Irael, whom his hand redeemed, 
 
 No more to be proud Pharoah's flave ! 
 tlis pow'r the famey the fame his grace, 
 
 That faves us from the hofts of hell : 
 And heav'n he gives us to poiTefs, 
 
 Whence thofe apoftate angels fell. 
 
 PSAL M< CXXXV. Common Metre. 
 
 Praife due to God, not to idols. 
 
 ^WAKE, ye faints — To praife your Kipg 
 
 Your fweeteft paffions raife ; 
 Your pious pleafure, while you ling., 
 
 Increafing with the praife. 
 Great is the Lord ' r and works unknown 
 
 Are his divine employ : 
 But ftill his fafrits are near his throne, 
 
 His treafure and his joy. 
 Heav'n, earth, and fea, confefs his hand % 
 
 He bids the vapours rife i 
 Lightening and ftorm, at his command, 
 
 Sweep thro* the founding ikies. 
 All power that gods or kings ha»re claim'd 
 
 Is found with him alone j. 
 But heathen gods fhould ne'er be nani^d 
 
 Where our Jehovah's known. 
 Which of the ftock3 and ftones they truft 
 
 Can give them fcow'rs of rain? 
 In vain they worfhip glittering daft, 
 
 And pray to God in vain, 
 i Their gods have tongues that fpe e chiefs pro ve ? 
 
 Saob as their makers gave : 
 
: 
 
 20O T S A L M S. 
 
 Their feet were never form'd to move 
 Nor hands have power to fave. 
 
 7 Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf, 
 
 Nor hear when mortals pray ; 
 Mortals, that watt for their relief, 
 Are blind and deaf as they ] 
 
 8 Ye nations, know the living God, 
 
 Serve him with faith and fear ; 
 
 He makes the churches his aboee, 
 
 And claims your honours there. 
 
 PSALM CXXXVI. Common Metre. 
 
 God's wonders of creation , providence, redemp- 
 tion of Ifraely and fdvation of his people. 
 
 i QIVE thanks to God, the fov'reign Lord] 
 li His mercies ftill endure ;" 
 And be the King of kings adoi'd, 
 " His truth is ever fure." 
 
 2 What wonders hath his wifdom done ! 
 
 M How might? is his hand?" 
 Heav'n, earth, and fea, he frara'd alcne ; 
 il How wide is his command I" 
 
 3 The fun fnpplies the day with light; 
 
 4i Hew bright his counfels Paine I" 
 The moon and ftars adorn the night ; 
 M His works are all divine/' 
 
 [4 He ftrvck the fons of Egvpt dead ; 
 u How dreadful is his rod \" 
 And thence, with joy, his people led; 
 " How gracious is our God \" 
 
 5 He cleft the fwellingfea in two; 
 
 " His arm is great in might;" 
 And gave ths tribes a palTage through ; 
 44 His pow'r and grace unite.'" 
 
 6 But Pharoah's army there he drown' d ; 
 
 44 How glorious are his ways V 
 
PSALMS. 26l 
 
 And brought his faints through defe rt ground I 
 
 44 Eternal be his praife." 
 Great mcnarchs fell beneath his hand ; 
 
 " Victorious is his fword ;" 
 While Ifrael took the promised land ; 
 
 44 And faithful is his word."] 
 He faw the n?.tions dead in fin ; 
 
 " He felt his pity move '/' 
 How fad the ftate the world was in I 
 
 " How boundlefs was his love." 
 He fent to fave us from our woe ; 
 
 u His goodnefs never fails \" 
 From death and hell, and ev'ry foe ; 
 
 " And ftill his grace prevails." 
 Give thanks to Ged r the heav'nly King \ 
 
 44 His mercies £1 ill endure ;" 
 Let the whole earth bis praiies fing; 
 
 44 His truth is ever fure." 
 
 PSALM CXXXVI. As the 148th Pfahr:. 
 QIVE thanks to God molt high, 
 
 The nniverfal Lord; 
 
 The fov' reign King of kings ; 
 
 And be his grace adored. 
 
 4t His po t .v / r and grace 
 44 Are ftill the fame ; 
 44 And let his name 
 
 4 ' Kaveendlefs pr^i r e. 
 How mighty is his hand ! 
 
 What wonders hath he done 1 
 He formed the earth and :eas, 
 And fpread the heavens alone. 
 
 44 Thy mercy, Lord, 
 44 Shall ftill endure; 
 44 And ever fure 
 
 44 Abides thy word.-*! 
 His wifdom fram'd the ffen 
 To crown the da,y, wkh light ; 
 
202 P S A t M S. 
 
 The moon and twinkling ftari 
 To cheer the darkfome night, 
 
 " His pow'r and grace 
 « Are ftill the fame ; 
 <c And let his name 
 
 " Have endlefs praife" 
 [4 He fmote the firft-born Ton.':, 
 The flow'r of Egyp*, dead ; 
 -And thence his chofen tribes 
 With joy and glory Jed. 
 14 Thy me rev, Lord, 
 M Shall ftill endure.; 
 " it And ever fure 
 
 " Abides thy word.'' 
 
 5 His pow'r and lifted rod 
 
 Cleft the Red-feann two ; 
 And for his people made 
 
 A wondrous paifage throng*-!, 
 
 11 His powVand grace 
 u Are ftill the fame ; 
 il And let his name 
 M Have endlefs praife." 
 
 6 But cruel Pharaoh there, 
 
 With all his hoft, he droAvn'd ; 
 And brought his rfrael fafe 
 Through a long de r ert ground 
 
 4< Thv mere , Lord, 
 44 Shall ftill endure; 
 ** And ever fuire 
 
 " Abides thv word" 
 
 ■PAUSE. 
 
 7 The kings ofCanann fell 
 
 Beneath his d-eadful hand ; 
 While hiTown fervants took 
 pofleflion of their land. 
 
 " His p>ow'r and grace 
 ** Arc ftill the fame ', 
 
P S A t M «■ 2 6 J 
 
 " And let ht3 name 
 
 " Have endlefs praife."3 
 He faw the nations lie 
 
 All perilling in fin, 
 And pity'M the fad ftate 
 "The ruin'd world was ha, 
 
 u Thy mercy, Lord, 
 " Shall (till endure.; 
 * s And ever fure 
 
 i{ Abides thy wbr&!** 
 
 ) He fenthis only Son 
 
 To fave us From our w'©e, 
 From Satan, fin, and death. 
 And ev'-y hcrtrui foe, 
 
 li TLfc pow'r ard grace 
 " Are Vdli 8*e ^k- 
 " And let ais name 
 
 il Hare endless prcLe/ : 
 o Give thanks al6ud to God, 
 To God the heavenly King; 
 And let the fpitcious earth 
 His works and gloria? Gag. 
 
 " Thysnercv-, Lord, 
 " Shall ftill endure 5 
 " And ever fore 
 
 u Abides thy word/*' 
 
 SAL'M CXXXVL Abridged. Long Mete, 
 QIVE to our Cl&d immortal praifel 
 Mercy and truth aie all br, ways : 
 ■*< Y/onders of grace to God belong, 
 " Repeat his mercies in vonribng-" 
 Give to the Lord of lords renowr," 
 The King of kings with glory crown ; 
 ■" His mercies ever fh.-di er.dure, [more** 
 44 When lord: and kings are known »o 
 He built the earth, he fpread the /ky, . 
 And .fbi'd the ftarcv lights on diefa : 
 
264 PSALMS. 
 
 " Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 " Rspeat his mercies in your fong." 
 
 4 He fills the fun with morning light, 
 He bids the moon direct the night; 
 
 11 His mercies ever mall endure, [more. - 
 tl When funs and moons mail fhine no 
 
 5 The Jews he freed from Pharoah's hand, 
 And brought them to the promis'd land ; 
 
 " Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 w 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, 
 
 " When death and fin fhall reign no morel 
 
 7 He fent his Son with power to fave 
 From guilt, and darknefs, and the grave. 
 
 " Wonders of grace to God belong, 
 " Repeat his mercies in your foag." 
 
 8 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, 
 And leads us to his heavenly feat : 
 
 " His mercies ever {hall endure, 
 
 M When this vain world mall be no more.'* 
 
 PSALM CXXXVII. 
 
 The Babylonian captivity. 
 
 1 A LONG the banks where Babel's curren 
 
 flows, [ftray'c 
 
 Our Captive bands in deep defpondence 
 While Zion'o fall in fad remembrance rofe, 
 Her friend?, her children, mingled with a 
 dead. 
 
 2 The tunelefs harp, that once witB joy we 
 
 flrung, [the la^ 
 
 When praife employed, and mirth infpir'd 
 
 In mournfal filence, on the willows, hung; 
 
 And growing grief prolong' d the tedious da 
 
PSALMS. 205 
 
 The barbarous tyrants, to increafe the woe. 
 
 With taunting fmiles a fong of Zion claim J 
 Bid facred praife in ftrains melodious flow, 
 
 While they blafpheme the great Jehovah's 
 name. 
 But how, in heathen chains and lands unknown, 
 
 Shall Ifrael's fons a fong of Zion raife ! 
 O haplefs Salem, God's terreftrial throne, 
 
 Thou land of glory, facred mount of praife. 
 If e'er my memory lofe thy lovely name, 
 
 If my cold heart neglect my kindred race, 
 Let dire deftruction feize this guilty frame ; 
 
 My hands fhall perifh and my voice Ihai'l- 
 ceafe. 
 
 Yet fliall the Lord, who hears when Zion calls 
 O'ertake her foes with terror and difmay, 
 
 His arm avenge her defolated walls, 
 And raife her children to eternal day. 
 
 PSALM CXXXVIII. 
 
 Reftoriag and preferving grace. 
 S^ITH all my powers of heart and tongue 
 
 I'll praife my Makes* in my fong ; 
 Angels mali hear the notes I raife, 
 Approve the fong, and join the praife. 
 
 i Angel-, that make thy church their care 
 
 Shall witoefs my devotions there, 
 While holy zeal directs my eyes 
 To thy fair temple in the ikies.] 
 I'll ling thy truth and mercy, Lore,, 
 I'll fing the wonders cf thy wcri ! 
 Not all the works and names below. 
 So much thy power and glory fhow. 
 
 To God I Cfy'd when troubles rofe , 8 
 Ke heard me and fubdued my foes; 
 He did ray *?ifingfears ccntrouh 
 And ftrengtli difius'd throuat: all mv wa 
 
206 PSALMS. 
 
 5 The God of heav'n maintains his ftate, 
 Frowns on the proud, and fcorns the great; 
 But from his throne defcends to blefs 
 
 The humble fouls that truft his grace- 
 
 6 Amidft a th'oufand fnares I ftand 
 Upheld and guarded by thy hand ; 
 Thy words my fainting foul revive, 
 And keep my dying faith alive. 
 
 7 Grace will complete what grace begins, 
 To fave from forrows or from fins; 
 The work that wifdom undertakes, 
 Eternal mercy ne'er forfakes. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIX. Firftpart. Long Metre. 
 The all feeing God. 
 
 1 J^ORD, thou haft fearch'd and feen me thro' ; 
 
 Thine eye commands with piercing view 
 My rifing aad my refting hours, 
 My heart and fiefh, with all their powers. 
 
 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, 
 Are to my God diftin&ly knowiij 
 
 He knows the words I mean to fpeak, 
 Ere from my opening lips they break, 
 
 3 Within thy circling power I ftand, 
 On every fide I find thy hand ; 
 Awake, afieep, at home, abroad, 
 I am furrounded ftill with God. 
 
 4 Amazing knowledge, vaft and great '. 
 What large extent! what lofty height ! 
 My foul, with all the powers I boaft, 
 Is in the boundlefs profpe«ft loft. 
 
 5 " Oh may thefe thoughts pofTefs my breast , 
 " Where'er I rove, where'er I reft; 
 
 " Nor let my weaker pafiions dare 
 ; « Confeot to fin, for God. is there," 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 p a u s.e the firft. 
 
 6 Could I fo falfe, fo faitblefs prove, 
 To quit thy fervice and thy love, 
 Where, Lord, could I thy'prefence flum, 
 Or from thy dreadful glory run ! 
 
 7 If up to heav'n I take my flight, 
 
 'Tis there tho\i dwell' it enthroa'd in light 5. 
 Or dive to hell — there vengeance reigns, 
 And Satan groans beneath thy chains. 
 
 8 If, mounted on a morning ray, 
 I fly beyond the weftern fea, 
 
 Thy fwifter hand would firft arrive, 
 And there arreft thy fugitive, 
 
 9 Or fhould I try to mun thy fight 
 Beneath the fpreading veil of night, 
 One glance of thine, one piercing ray, 
 Wo aid kindle darknefs into day, 
 
 10 u Oh may thefe thoughts po fiefs my breafiy 
 ** Where'er I rove, where'er I reft 1 
 
 il Nor let my weaker paffions dare 
 " Confent to fin, for God is there." 
 
 pavse the fecond- 
 
 11 The veil of night is no difguife,. 
 
 To fcreen from thy all-fearching eyes j 
 Thy hand can feize thy foes as foon 
 Thro' midnight fhades as biasing noon. 
 
 12 Midnight and noon in this agree, 
 
 Great God, they're both arike to thee, 
 Not death can hide what God will fpy, 
 And hell lies naked to his eye. 
 
 j 3 "Oh may thefe thoughts po fiefs my breaft, 
 il Where'er I rove, where'er I reft i 
 il Nor let my weaker paffions dare 
 "■ Confent. to fin, for God i» there." 
 
266 
 
 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIX. Second part. Long Metre. 
 
 Th e wo nde rfu I format io n of man. 
 t 'TWAS from thy hand, my God, I came, 
 A work of fuch a curious frame ; 
 In me thy fearful wonders fhine, 
 And each proclaims thy fkill divine. 
 2 Thine eyes did all my limbs furvey, 
 Which yet in dark confufion lay : 
 ^hou faw'ft the daily growth they took, 
 orrn'd by the model of thy book. 
 j thee my growing parts were nam'd, 
 .nd what thy fov'reign counfels fram'd, 
 "he breathing lungs, the beating heart, 
 Was copy'd with unerring art. 
 At lad, to fhew my Maker's name, 
 God ftamp'd his image on my frame, 
 And, in foine unknown moment, join'd 
 The fniilVd members of the mind. 
 5- There the young feeds of thought began, 
 And all the paffions of the man, 
 Great God, our infant nature pays 
 Immortal tribute to thy praife. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 6 Lord, fince in my advancing age, 
 I've arted on life's bufy ftage, 
 
 Thy thoughts of love to me furmount 
 The power of numbers to recount. 
 
 7 I could furvey the ocean o'er, 
 
 And count each fand that make> the more, 
 Before my fwiftelt thoughts could trace 
 The numerous wonders of thy grace. 
 
 'hefe on my heart are Hill imprefr, 
 
 "ith thefc I give my eyes to reft ; 
 And at my waking hour I find 
 God and Lis love poffefs my mind. 
 
PSALMS. «i\ 
 
 ?SALM CXXXIX. Third part. Loag Metre. 
 
 Sincerity profeffed, and grace tried; or, The heart- 
 
 fearching God. 
 i MY God, what inward grief I feel, 
 
 When impious men tranfgrefs thy will? 
 I mourn to hear their lips profane 
 Take thy tremendsus name in vain. 
 
 2 Does not my foul deteft and hate 
 The fons of malice and deceit? 
 Thofe that oppofe thy laws and thee, 
 I count for enemies to me. 
 
 3 Lord, fearch my foul, try every thought— - 
 Though my own heart accufe me not 
 
 Of walking in a falfe difguife, 
 I beg the trial of thine eyes. 
 
 4 Doth fecFet mifchief lurk within? 
 Do I indulge fome unknown fin ? 
 
 O ! turn my feet whene'er I ftray, 
 And lead me in thy perfect way. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIX. Firft part. Common Metre. 
 
 God is even "where. 
 i T^-all my vaft concerns with thee, 
 In vain my foul would try 
 To fhun thy prefence, Lord, or flee 
 The notice of thine eye. 
 
 2 Thy all-furrounding fight furveys 
 
 My riling and my reft, 
 My public walks, my private ways, 
 And fecrets of my breaft. 
 
 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 
 
 Before they're fcrm'd within ; 
 And ere my lips pronounce the word, 
 He knows the fenfe I mean. 
 
 4 Oh 1 wondrous knowledge ! deep and high 1 
 
 Where can a creature hide? 
 
206 
 
 P S A L M 5. 
 
 Within thy circling arms I lie, 
 Inclos'd on ev'ry fide. 
 
 5 So let thy grace furround me ftill, 
 
 And like a bulwark prove, 
 To guard my foul from ev'ry ill, 
 Secured by fov'reign love, 
 p a u s E. 
 
 6 Lord, where fhall guilty fouls retire. 
 
 Forgotten and unknown ?-— 
 In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, 
 
 In heav'n thy glorious throne. 
 Should I fupprefs my vital breath, 
 j To 'fcape the wrath divine, 
 ; Thy voice would break the bars of death, 
 
 And make the grave refign. 
 ' If, wing'd with beams of morning light, 
 I fly beyond the weir, 
 Thy hand, which muft fupport nay flight, 
 Would foon betray my reft. 
 9 If o'er my fins I think to draw 
 The curtains of the night, 
 The flaming eyes that guard thy law 
 Would turn the fhades to light, 
 io The beams of noon, the midnight hour, 
 Are both alike to thee :— 
 Oh ! may I ne'er provoke that power 
 From which I cannot flee. 
 
 P S A L M CXXXIX. Second part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 i The -wifdom of God in the formation of tram. 
 '■ ^fHEN I, with pleating wonder, (land, 
 And all my frame furvey, 
 Lord ! 'tis thy work— I own thy hand 
 Thus built my humble clay. 
 2 Thy hand my heart and reins poffefiM 
 Where unborn nature grew ; 
 
P S A L M S. 2/l 
 
 Thy wifdom ail my features trac'd r 
 And all my members drew. 
 
 3 Thine eye with niceft care furvey'd 
 
 The growth of every part ; 
 'Till the whole fcheme, thy thoughts had laid, 
 Was eopy'd by thy art. 
 
 4 Heav'n, earth, and fea, and fire and wind, 
 
 Shew me thy wond'rous flcill ; 
 But I review myfelf, and find 
 Diviner wonders ftill. 
 
 5 Thy awful glories round me ihine, 
 
 My flelh. proclaims thy praife ; 
 Lord, to thy works of nature join 
 Thy miracles of grace. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIX. ver. 14, 17, i3. Third part, 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The mercies of God innumerable, 
 
 An evening pfalm. 
 
 1 J^ORD, when I count thy mercies o'er, 
 
 They ftrike me with furprife ; 
 K.st all the fands that fpread the fhore, 
 To equal numbers rife. 
 
 2 My flefti with fear and wonder ftands, 
 
 The produft of thy Ikill ; 
 And hourly blefiings from thy hands 
 Thy thoughts of love reveal. 
 
 3 Thefe on my heart by night I keep ; 
 
 How kind, how dear to me ! 
 Oh ! may the hour that ends my fleep 
 Still find my thoughts with thee. 
 
 PSALM CXL. Common Metre. 
 1 pROTECT us. Lord, from fatal harm ! j 
 Behold our riling woes; 
 We truft alone thy powerful arm, 
 To ftatter all our foes. 
 
272 PSALMS. 
 
 2 Their tongue is like a poifoa'd dart, 
 
 Their thoughts are full of guile, 
 While rage and carnage fwell their heart, 
 They wear a peaceful fmile. 
 
 3 O God of grace, thy guardian care, 
 
 When foes without invade, 
 Or fpread within a deeper fnare, 
 Supplies our conftant aid. 
 
 4 Let falfehood flee before thy face, 
 
 Thy heav'nly truth extend, 
 All nations tafte thy heav'nly grace, 
 And all delufion end. 
 
 5 With daily bread the poor fupply ; 
 
 The caufe of juftice plead ; 
 And be thy truth exalted high, 
 With Chrift our glorious head. 
 
 PSALM CXLI. ver. 2,-5. Long Metre. 
 
 Watcbfulnefs and brstherly love. 
 
 A morning or evening pfalm. 
 
 1 MY God, accept my early vows, 
 
 Like morning incenfe in thine houfe, 
 And let my nightly worfhip rife 
 Sweet as the evening facrifice. 
 
 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, 
 From ev'ry rafh and heedlefs word ; 
 
 Nor let my feet incline to tread 
 The guilty paths where finners lead. 
 
 3 O may the righteous, when I (tray, 
 Smite and reprove my wandering way, 
 Their gentle words, like ointment fried, 
 Shall never bruife but cheer my head. 
 
 4 When I behold them prefs'd with grief, 
 I'll cry to heaven for their relief, 
 And, by my warm petitions prove, 
 How much I prize their faithful love 
 
PSALMS. 273 
 
 PSALM CXL1I. Common Metre, 
 God is the hope cf the helplefs, 
 pO God I made my forrows known , 
 
 From God I fought relief; 
 '.a long complaints before his throne 
 
 I pour'd out all my grief. 
 Ay foul was o'erwhelm'd with woes, 
 
 My heart began to break ; 
 My God, who ail my burdens knows, 
 Beholds the way I take. 
 
 Qn every fide I eaft mine eye, 
 
 And found my helpers gone, 
 While friends and ftrangers palVd me by 
 
 Neglected or unknown, 
 rhen did I raife a louder cry, 
 
 And call'd thy mercy near, 
 4 Thou art my portion when I die, 
 
 " Be thou my refuge here." 
 -ord, I am brought exceeding low, 
 
 Now let thine ear attend, 
 Vnd make my foes, who vex me, know 
 
 I've an almighty Friend, 
 ^roni my fad prifon fet me free, 
 
 Then mall I praife thy name, 
 kad holy men fhall join with me, 
 
 Thy kindnefs to proclaim. 
 
 PSALM CXLIII. Long Metre, 
 
 otnplaint of heavy affl iQ ions in mind and body* 
 ^Y righteous Judge, my gracious God, 
 
 Hear, when I fpread my hands abroad, 
 Lnd cry for fuccour from thy throne— 
 >h! make thy truth and mercy knowc. 
 ^et judgment not againft me pafs ; 
 »ehold thy fervant pleads thy gr2ce~_ 
 houid juftice call us to thy bar, 
 Ionian alive is guiltlefs there.' M z 
 
266 
 
 274 PSALMS. 
 
 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and fee 
 The mighty woes that burthen me; 
 My wafting life draws near the grave; 
 Make bare thine arm — thy fervant fave. 
 
 4 I dwell in darknefs and unfeen — 
 My heart is defolate within j 
 
 My thoughts in muling filence trace 
 The ancient wonders of thy grace. 
 
 5 Thence I derive a glimpfe of hope 
 To bear my finking fphits up ; 
 
 I flretch my hands to Goo again, 
 And thirft like parched land for rain. 
 
 6 For thee I thirft, I pray, I mourn — 
 When will thy fmiling face return? 
 Shall all my joys on earth remove, 
 And God for ever hide his love? 
 
 7 My God, thy long delay to fave, 
 Will fink thy prisoner to the grave; 
 
 My heart grow* faint and dim mine eye ; 
 Make hafte to help before I die. 
 
 8 The night is witnefs tc my tears, 
 Diftreftlng pains, diftraeting fears ; 
 Oh ! might I hear thy morning voice, 
 How would my wearied powers rejoice ? 
 
 9 In thee I trufr, to thee I iigh, 
 And lift my wearied foul on high, 
 For thee fit waiting all the day, 
 And wear the tirefome hours away. 
 
 id Break off my fetters, Lord, and (how 
 The path in which my feet ihall go : 
 If fnares and fees befet the road, 
 I flee tc hide me near my God. 
 
 \i Teach me to do thy holy will, 
 And lead me to thy beav'niy bill « 
 Let the good Spirit of thy love 
 tiouduLt rv: to '-hy court? above- 
 
PSALMS. 577 
 
 12 Then ihall my foul no more complain, 
 The tempter then ihall rage in vain ; 
 And fiefh, and fin, my foes before, 
 Shall never vex my fpirit more. 
 
 PSALM CXLIV. ver. 1, 2. Pirft part. 
 Common Metre. 
 
 ^jfiftance and victory in the fpiritual warfare. 
 
 1 JPOR ever bleffed be the Lord, 
 
 My Saviour and my fhield ; 
 He fends his Spirit with his werd, 
 To arm me for the field. 
 
 2 With fin and hell their force unite, 
 
 He makes my foul his care, 
 Inftrufts me in the heav'nly fight, 
 And guards me through the war. 
 
 3 A friend and helper fo divine, 
 
 My fainting hope ihall raife ; 
 He makes the glorious vieVry mine, 
 And his fhall be the praife. 
 
 PSALM CXLIV. ver. 3, 4, 5, 6. 
 
 Second part. Common Metre. 
 
 The vanity ofman y and the condefcenfton of Gad. 
 
 1 LORD, what is man, poor feeble man, 
 
 Born of the earth at firft ? 
 His life a ihadow, light and vain, 
 Still hailing to the duft. 
 
 2 O what is feeble dying man, 
 
 Or all his finful race, 
 That God would make it his concern 
 To vifit him with grace ! 
 
 3 That God who darts his lightnings down, 
 
 Who fhakes the world above, 
 What terrors wait his awful frown, 
 Hew wondrous is his love ! 
 
26676 r S A L M s. 
 
 PSALM CXLIV. ver.12,— ij. Third 
 Long Metre. 
 
 Grace above riches ; or, The happy nation. 
 
 1 H APPY tlie c * ty ' wnere tne i r *° ns » 
 
 Like pillars round a palace fet, 
 And daughters, bright as poliftYd ftones, 
 Give flrcngth and beauty to the ftate. 
 
 2 Happy tho land in culture drefs'd, 
 
 Whofe flocks and corn have large increafi 
 Where men fecurely work or reft, 
 
 Nor fons of plunder break their peace. 
 
 3 Happy the nation thus endow'd ; 
 
 But more divinely blefs'd are thofe 
 On whom the all-fufiicient God, 
 Himfelf, with all his grace, beftows. 
 
 PSALM CXLV. Long Metre. 
 
 The great nefs of God. 
 
 1 ^/[Y God, my King, thy various praife 
 
 Shall fill the remnant of ray days ; 
 Thy grace employ my humble tongue, 
 'Till death and glory raife the fong. 
 
 2 The wings of ev'ry hour fhall bear 
 Some thankful tribute to thine ear; 
 And ev'ry fetting fun fhall fee 
 New works of duty done for thee. 
 
 3 Thy truth and juftice I'll proclaim; 
 Thy bounty flows, an endlefs dream ; 
 Thy mercy fwift, thine anger flow, 
 But dreadful to the ftubborn foe. 
 
 4 Thy works with fov'rcign glory fhine, 
 And fpeak thy majefty divine ; 
 
 Let ev'ry realm with joy proclaim 
 The found and'honour of thy name. 
 
 5 Let diftant times and nations raife 
 The long fucceflion of thy praife ; 
 
PSALMS. 277 
 
 And unborn ages make my fong 
 The joy and triumph of their tongue. 
 6 But who can fpeak thy wondrous deeds? 
 Thy greatnefs all our thoughts exceeds : 
 Vaft and unfearchabie thy ways,- 
 Vaft and immortal be thy praife. 
 
 PSALM CXLV. ver. 1.— 7, 11,-13. Firftparf,' 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The greatnefs of God. 
 
 1 LONG as I live I'll blefs thy name, 
 
 My King, my God of love ; 
 My work and joy lhall be the fanae 
 In the bright world above. 
 
 2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknows, 
 
 And let his praife be great ; 
 I'll ling the honours of his throne, i 
 Thy works o£-grace repeat. 
 
 3 Thy grace mall dwell upon my tongue, 
 
 And, while my lips rejoice, 
 The men thg't hear my facred fong 
 Shall join their cheerful voice. 
 
 4 Fathers to fons mall teach thy name. 
 
 And children learn thy ways; 
 
 Ages to come thy truth proclaim , 
 
 And nations found thy praife. 
 
 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date 
 
 Shall through the world be known ; 
 Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'oly ilatej 
 With public fplendor mown. 
 
 6 The world is managed by thy hands, 
 
 Thy faints are rul'd by love } 
 And thine eternal kingdom Irands, 
 . Though rocks and hills remove, 
 
! 2?8 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM CXLV. ver. 7, &c. Second part. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The goo d»e fs of God. 
 
 i 1 gWEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, 
 My God , tny heav'nly King ; 
 Let age to age thy righteoufnefs 
 In founds of glory fing. 
 
 2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines 
 
 His goodnefs to the Ikies; 
 Through the whole earth his bounty fmnes 
 And ev'ry want fupplies. 
 
 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait 
 
 On thee for daily food, 
 Thy liberal hand provides their meat, 
 And fills their mouths with good. 
 
 4 How kind are thy companions, Lord '. 
 
 How flow thine anger moves ! 
 But foon he fends his pard'ning word 
 To cheer the fouls he loves. 
 
 5 Creatures, with all their endiefs race, 
 
 Thy pow'r and praife proclaim 
 But faints, that tafte thy richer grace, 
 Delight to blefs thy name. 
 
 PSALM CXLV. ver. 14, 17, ire. Third part, 
 Common Metre. 
 Mercy to fuferers ; or, G«A hearing frayer. 
 
 1 LET ev'ry tongue thy goodnefs fpeak, 
 
 Thou fov'reign Lord of all ; 
 Thy ftrength'ning hands uphold the weak, 
 And raiie the poor that fall. 
 
 2 When for row bows the fpirit down, 
 
 Or virtue lies diftrefs'd 
 Beneath fome proud oppre (Tor's frown. 
 Thou giv'ft the mourners reft. 
 
PSALMS. 279 
 
 3 The Lord fupports our finking days, 
 
 And guides our giddy youth : 
 Holy and juft are all his ways, 
 And all his words are truth. 
 
 4 He knows the pain his fervants feel, 
 
 He hears his children cry, 
 And their beft wifhes to fulfil 
 His grace is ever nigh. 
 
 5 His mercies never fhall remove 
 
 From men of heart fincere ; 
 He faves the fouls whofe humble love 
 
 Is joined with holy fear. 
 [6 His ftubborn foes his fword fn all flay, 
 
 And pierce their hearts with pain : 
 But none that ferve the Lord ihall fay, 
 
 " They fought his aid in vain."] 
 
 [7 My lips fhall dwell upon his praife, 
 And fpread his fame abroad ; 
 Let all the fons of Adam raife 
 The honours of their God.} 
 
 P S A L M CXLVI. Long Metre, 
 Praife to God for his goo tine fs and truth. 
 
 1 pRAlSE-ye the Lord, my heart fhall join 
 In work fo plea fan r, fo divine ; 
 Now while .the flefh is mine abode, 
 And when my foul afcends to God. 
 
 STPraife fhall employ my noblefl: pow'rs, 
 ^yhile immortality endures ; 
 My days of praife ihall ne'er be pafT, 
 While life, and thought, and being, laft. 
 
 3 "vVhyfhonkl I make a man my trufl? 
 Princes muft die and turn to dun: % 
 Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r, 
 And thoughts, all vanifn in an hour. 
 
 4^Kappy the man, whofe hopes rely 
 On Ifrael's God ; He made the fky ? 
 
280 PSALMS. 
 
 And earth, and feas, with all their train ; 
 And none ftiall find his promife vain. 
 
 5 His truth for ever ftands fecure ; 
 
 He faves th* opprefs'd, he feeds the poor ; 
 He lends the lab'rin* confcience peace, 
 And grants the pris'ner fweet releafe. 
 
 6 The Lord to fight reft ores the blind ; 
 The Lord fupports our finking mind j 
 He helps the ftracger in diftrefs, 
 The widow and the fatherlefs. 
 
 7 He loves the faints, he knows them well, 
 But turns the wicked down to hell ; 
 Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; 
 
 Praife him in everlafting ftrains. 
 
 PSALM CXLVII. As the 1 1 3th Pfalm. 
 
 Praife to God for his gooducfs and truth. 
 I J-'LL praife my Maker with my breath ; 
 
 And when my voice is loft in death, 
 
 Praife (hall employ my nobler powers : 
 My days of praife ihall ne'er be paft, 
 While life, and thought, and being, laft, 
 
 Or immortality endures. 
 Why ihould I make a man my truft; 
 Princes muft die and turn to duft ; 
 
 Vain is the help of fleih and blood ; 
 Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r, 
 And thoughts, all vanifti in an hour : 
 
 Nor can they make their promife good. 
 Happy the man whofe hopes rely 
 On Ifrael's God : He made the fky. 
 
 And earth, and feas, with all their train ; 
 His truth for ever ftands fecure : 
 He faves th'" opprefs'd, he feeds the ponr, 
 
 And none fnall find his promife vain. 
 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ; 
 The Lord fupports the finking mhsd ; 
 
PSALM S.- 28l 
 
 He fends the laboring confcieace peace ; 
 He helps the ftranger in diftrefs, 
 The widow and the fatherlefs, 
 
 And grants the prisoner fweet releafe, 
 j He loves his faints, he knows them well, 
 But turns the wicked down to hell y 
 
 Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; 
 Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age, 
 In this exalted work engage ; 
 
 Praife him in everlafting ftrains. 
 j I'll praife him while he lends me breath ; 
 And when my voice is loft in death , 
 
 Praife fhall employ my nobler pow'rs : 
 My days of praife lhall ne'er be paft, 
 While life, and thought, and being, laft, 
 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
 ? S A L M CXI.VII. Firft part. Long Metre. 
 The divine nature, providence, and grace. 
 
 1 pRAISJE ye the Lord : 'tis good to raife 
 
 Out hearts and voices in his praife ; 
 His nature and his works invite 
 To make this duty our delight* 
 
 2 The Lard builds up Jerufalera, 
 And gathers nations to his name : 
 His mercy melts the ftubborn foul. 
 And makes the broken fpirit whole. 
 
 5 He form'd the ftars, thofe heav'nly flames., 
 He counts their numbers, calls their names < 
 His fov'reign wifdom knows no bound, 
 A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd. 
 
 [ Great is our Lord, and great his might, 
 And all his glories infinite j 
 He crowns the meek, rewards the juft, 
 And treads the wicked to the duft. 
 pause. 
 
 i Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, 
 Who fpreads his clouds around the Iky: 
 
282 PSALMS. 
 
 There he prepares the fruitful rain, 
 Nor lets the drops defcexd in vain. 
 
 6 He makes the grafs the hills adorn, 
 And clothes the fmiling field with corn ; 
 The beafts with food his hands fupply, 
 And feeds the ravens when they cry. 
 
 7 What is the creature's Ikill or force, 
 The vig'rous man, the warlike horfe, 
 The fprightly wit, the a«5tive limb 1 
 All are too mean delights for him. 
 
 8 But faints are lovely in his fight; 
 He views his children with delight ; 
 
 He fees their hope, he knows their fear, 
 And finds and loves his image there. 
 
 PSALM CXLVII. Second part. Long Mett 
 
 Summer and -whiter. 
 I £,ET Zion praife the mighty God, 
 
 And make his honours known abroad; 
 For fweet the joy our fongs to raife, 
 And glorious is the work of praife. 
 
 2 Our children live fecure and blefs'd; 
 Oar fhores have peace, our cities reft ; 
 Pie feeds our fons with finelt 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 woul, he fends. 
 And thus the fpringing corn defends. 
 
 4 With hoary froft he ftrews the ground ; 
 His haiis defcends with dreadful found : 
 His icy bands the rivers hold, 
 
 And terror arms his wintry cold. 
 
 5 He bids the warmer breezes blow ; 
 The ice diifolves, th» waters flow ; 
 But he hath nobler works and ways 
 To call his people to his praife. 
 
PSALMS. 283 
 
 Thro* all our ftates his laws are fhown ; 
 His gofpei through the nation known ; 
 He hath not thus reveal'd his word 
 To ev'ry land : Praife ye the Lord. 
 
 PSALM CXLVII. ver. 7,-9, 13,— 18. 
 
 Common Metre. 
 
 The feafons of the year. 
 
 "\yiTH fongs and honours, founding loud, 
 
 Addrefs the Lord on high, 
 Over the heav'ns he fpreads his cloud, 
 
 And waters veil the iky. 
 He fend his fhow'rs of blefling dowa 
 
 To cheer the plains below ; 
 Hs makes the grafs the mountains crown 
 
 And corn in v allies grow. 
 He gives the gracing ox his meet, 
 
 He hears the ravens' cry ; 
 But man, who taftes his fineft wheat, 
 
 Should raife his honours high. 
 
 His fteady counfels change the face 
 
 Of the declining year; 
 He bids the fun cut ftiort his race, 
 
 And wint'ry day appear. 
 
 His hoary froft, his fleecy fnow, 
 
 Defcendand clothe the ground ; 
 The liquid ftreams forbear to flow, 
 
 In icy fetters boxxnd. 
 When, from his dreadful ftores on high, 
 
 He pours the founding bail, 
 The wretch that dares his God defy 
 
 Shall find his courage fail. 
 He fends his word and melts the fnow, 
 
 The fields no longer mourn ; 
 He calls the warmer gales to blow, 
 
 And bids the fpring return. 
 
284 PSALMS. 
 
 8 The changing wind the flying cloud, 
 Obey his mighty word : 
 With fongs and honours, founding loud, 
 Praife ye the fov' reign Lord. 
 PSALM CXLVIII. Proper Metre. 
 Praife to God from all creatures. 
 t Ve tribes of Adam, join 
 
 With heav'n, and earth, and feas, 
 And offer notes divine 
 To your Creator's praife. 
 
 Ye holy throng 
 Of angel* bright 
 In worlds of light 
 Begin the fong. 
 (t Thou fun, with dazzling rays, 
 
 And moon, that rules the night, 
 Shine to your Maker's praife, 
 With ftars of twinkling light- 
 
 His pow'r declare, 
 Ye floods on high, 
 And clouds that fly, 
 In empty air. 
 
 3 The mining worlds above 
 
 In glorious order ftand, 
 Or in fwift courfes move 
 By his fupreme command- 
 He fpake the word, 
 And all their frame 
 From nothing came, 
 To praife the Lord. 
 
 4 He mov'd their mighty wheels 
 
 In unknown ages paft, 
 And each his word fulfils 
 While time and nature laft. 
 
 Indifferent ways 
 His works proclaim 
 His wondrous uame, 
 
 And fpeak his praife. 
 
PSALMS. 2§5 
 
 P A U S E. 
 
 et all the earth-born race, 
 And monlters of the deep, 
 "■he fifti that cleave the feas, 
 Or in their bofom fleep, 
 
 From fea and more 
 Their tribute pay, 
 And ftill difplay ' 
 
 Their Maker's pow'r. 
 
 e vapours, hail, and fnow, 
 Praife ye th 7 almighty Lord 3 
 nd ftormy winds that blow 
 To execute his word. 
 
 When lightings lhine, 
 Or thunders roar, 
 Let earth adore 
 
 His hand divine. 
 
 e mountains near the the ikies, 
 With lofty cedars there, 
 nd trees of humbler flze, 
 That fruit in plenty bear 3 
 
 Beafts, wild and tame, 
 Birds, flies, and worms, 
 i In various forms, 
 Exalt his name, 
 e kings, and judges, fear 
 The Lord, the fov'reign King 5 
 nd while you rule us here, 
 His heavenly honours ling j 
 
 Nor let the dream 
 Of pow'r and ftate 
 IVIake you forget 
 His pow'r fupreme. 
 
 irgin", and youths, engage 
 To found his pratfe divine, 
 r hile infancy and age 
 Their feeble voices j«I=v 
 
286 PSALMS. 
 
 Wide as he reigns 
 His name be fung 
 By ev'ry tongue 
 
 In endlefs ftrains. 
 
 io Let all the nations fear, 
 The God that rules above ; 
 He brings his people near, 
 
 And makes them tafte his love ; 
 
 While earth and fky 
 Attempt his praife, 
 His faints mall raife 
 His honours high. 
 
 PSALM CXLVIII. Paraph rafed. Long Met: 
 Vniverfal praife to God. 
 
 i LOUD hallelujahs to the Lcrd, 
 
 From diftant worlds where creatures dwe 
 Let heav'n begin the folernn word, 
 
 And found it dreadful down to hell. 
 Note, This pf aim may be fung to the tune ofi 
 eld lllth orl2~thfpalm, ifthejetivo lines be ada 
 te every Jtanze, viz. 
 
 li Each of his works his name difplays, 
 " But they can ne'er complete the praife." 
 Other-wife it tnujl be fung to the ujual tunes of t 
 Long Metre. 
 
 2 The Lord ! how abfolute he reigns ! 
 
 Let ev'ry angel bend the knee : 
 Sing of his lo»e in hea% i;, nly ftrains, 
 And fpeak how fierce his terrors be. 
 
 3 High on a throne his glories dwell, 
 
 An awful throne ef Pinning blifs i 
 Fit though the world, O fun, and tell 
 How dark thy beams, compared to Lis. 
 
 4 Awake, ye tempeftr, and his fame 
 
 In founds of dreadful pvaife declare ; 
 
PSAL M S. S§7 
 
 Let the fweet whifper of his name 
 Fill ev'ry gentler breeze of air. 
 
 Let clouds, and winds, and v/ayss agree 
 
 To join their praife with blazing fire ; 
 Let the firm earth, and rolling fe a, 
 
 In this eternal Cong confpire. 
 Ye flow'ry plains, proclaim hi? {kill; 
 
 Ye vallies, fink before his eye ; 
 And let his praife from ev'ry hill 
 
 Rife, tuneful, to the neighboring ficy. 
 fe ftubborn oak^, and {lately pines, 
 
 Bend your high branches, and adore : 
 Praife him, ye beafts, in difFrent (trains ; 
 
 The lamb muft bleat, the lion roar. 
 fe birds, his praife muft be your theme. 
 
 Who formed to foEgyour tuneful voice ; 
 While the dumb filh, that cut the ftrearn. 
 
 In his prote&iug care rejoice. 
 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, 
 
 When nature all around you fings ? 
 ) ! for a fhout from old and young, 
 
 From humble fwains, and lofty k 
 Wide as his vaft dominion lies, 
 
 Make the Creator's name be known ) 
 Loud as his thunder ihbut his praife, 
 
 And found it lofty as his throne. 
 
 Jehovah ! 'tis a glorious word ! 
 
 O may it dwell on ev'ry tongue ! 
 3ut faints who beft have known the Lord. 
 
 Are bound to raife the noblefl fong. 
 Speak of the wonders of that love 
 
 Which Gabriel plays on ev'ry chord - 
 'rem all below and all above, 
 
 Sing hallelujahs 'to the fccvd- 
 
283 PSALMS. 
 
 PSALM CXLVIII. Short Metre. 
 
 Uuiverfal praife. 
 
 i J^ET ev'ry creature join 
 
 To praife th' eternal God; 
 
 Ye heav'nly hofts, the fong begin, 
 
 And found his name abroad. » 
 
 2 Thou fun with golden beam?, 
 
 And moon with paler rays, 
 Ye ftarry lights, ye twinkling flame?, 
 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 fnow'rs or mow ; 
 Ye thunders, murm/ring round the fkies. 
 His pow'r and glory fhow. 
 
 5 Wind, hail, and flaming fire, 
 
 Agree to praife the Lord, 
 When ye in dreadful ftorms confpire 
 To execute his word. 
 
 6 By all his works above 
 
 His honours be exprefs'd, 
 But faints, that tafle his feVfoglove, 
 Should fing his praifes belt, 
 p a v s e the firft* 
 
 7 Let earth and ocean know 
 
 They ov--e their Maker praife ; 
 Praife him, ye wat'ry worlds below, 
 And monfters of the fess. 
 
 8 From mountains near the fky 
 
 Let his high prai r e refound— 
 From humble ferub«5, and cedars high, 
 And vales and 6elds around. 
 
PSALMS. Sop 
 
 Ye lions of the wood, 
 
 And tamer hearts that graze. 
 Ye live upon his daily food, 
 
 And he experts yoar praife. 
 Ye birds of lofty wing, 
 
 On high his praife s bear; 
 Or fit oh flowery boughs, and fing 
 
 Your Maker's glory there. 
 
 1 Ye reptile myriads, jem 
 
 T' exalt his glorious name ; 
 And flies, in beauteous forms that fnkie, 
 Hii wondrous fkill proclaim. 
 
 2 By all the earth-born race, 
 
 His honours be exprefs'd ; 
 But faints, that know his heav'nlv grace. 
 Should learn to praife him beft. 
 p -a u s e the fecond. 
 
 3 Monarchs of wide command, 
 
 Praife ye th' eternal Kir.g— - 
 Judges, adore that fov'resgn hand. 
 Whence ail honours fpring. 
 
 4 Let vigorous youth engage 
 
 To fonnd his praifes feigh J 
 While growing babes and withering age 
 Their feeble voices try. 
 
 5 United zeal be fhown 
 
 His wondrous fame to vajie ; 
 
 God is the Lord ; his name alone 
 
 Deferves our endlefs praife., 
 
 6 Let nature join with art, 
 
 And all pronounce him blefr, 
 But faints, that dwell fo near his he.?.* it 4 
 Should fing his praifes bef:. 
 
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PSALM CXLIX. Common Metre. 
 
 ProrfeGoJ, all his faints; cr } Tit Jhtxts juJci^ 
 
 ■ the -world. 
 
 1 A LL ? e that love the L o— , rejoice, 
 
 And Jet yourfungs be new; 
 Amidft the church with cheeriul voice 
 His later wonders fhew. 
 
 2 Tbe Jews, the people of his grace, 
 
 Shall their Redeemer fiag ; 
 And Gentile nations join the praife, 
 While Zion owns her King. 
 
 3 The Lord takes pleafure in the jufr, 
 
 Whom Tinners treat with fcorn : 
 The meek, that lie defpis'd in duft, 
 Salvation mail adorn. 
 
 4 Saints mould be joyful in their King ? 
 
 I/en on a dying bed : 
 And like the fouls in glory fmg, 
 For God iliall raife the dead. 
 
 5 Then his high praife mall fill their tongue?, 
 
 Their hand iliall wield the fword : 
 And vengeance fhall attend, their ibngs, 
 The vengeance of the Lord. 
 
 5 When Chriit hi: judgmerrt-feat afcends, 
 And bids the world appear, 
 Thrones are prepared for all his friend^ 
 Who hunJbly lov'd him here. 
 
 7 Then fhall they rule -with iron rod,. 
 
 Nations thatdar r d rebel': 
 And join the fentence of their God, 
 On tyrants doctr/d to hell. 
 
 8 The royal finr.ers, bound in chain 5 ,. 
 
 New triumph (hall afford ; 
 Such honour i>r the faints remains ; 
 Praife ye, and love the Lord. 
 
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 p s h l ms, ng? 
 
 PSALM CL. ver. i, 2, 6. Common Metre, 
 
 Afong of pr aife, 
 i JN God's own houfe pronounce his praife, 
 His grace he there reveals ; 
 To heav'n your joy and wonder raife, 
 For there his glory dwells. 
 
 2 Lst all your facred paiHons move, 
 
 While you rehearfe his deeds ; 
 
 But the great work of faving love 
 
 Your bigheft praife exceeds. 
 
 3 All that have motion, life, and breath. 
 
 Proclaim your Maker blefsr'cf ; 
 Yet when my voice expires in death, 
 My foul fhall praife him belt. 
 
 The CHRISTIAN BOXGLOGY, 
 Long Metre. 
 "JO God the Father, Ged the Son, 
 
 And God the Spirit, three in one, 
 Be honour, praife. and glory gir*n. 
 By all on earth, and all ki keav'o 
 
 Common Metre. 
 LET God the Father, and the Soc, 
 
 And Spirit, be ador'd, 
 Where there are works to make him known. 
 
 Or faints to ferve the Lord. 
 
 Commom Metre. Where the tztne includes tu.9- 
 fianzas. 
 I. 
 •J HE God pf mercy be ador'd 
 
 Who ealls our foils from death, 
 Who faves by his redeeming word,. 
 And new creating breath. 
 II. 
 To praife the Father, aid the Soiv 
 diving 
 
2$2 V S A L M 8. 
 
 The One in three, and Three in one. 
 Let faints and angels join. 
 
 Short Metre. 
 
 V" E angels, round the throne, 
 
 And faints that dwell below, 
 
 Worfhip the Father, praife the Son, 
 
 And blefs the Spirit too. 
 
 As the 113th Pfalm. 
 
 JvJ O W to the great and facred Three, 
 The Father, Son, and Spirit, be 
 
 Eternal praife and glory giv'n, 
 Thro* all tiie worlds where God is known. 
 By all the angels near hii throne. 
 
 And all the faints in earth and heav'n. 
 
 As the l&tbPfaltn. 
 
 •pO God the Father's throne 
 Perpetual honours raife ; 
 Glory to God the Son, 
 
 To God the Spirit praife 1 
 With all our powers, 
 -Eternal King, 
 Thy name to finj-, 
 While faith aUores. 
 
 -FINIS. 
 
TABLE 
 
 To find any Psalm by the First Line. 
 
 A 
 
 Page 
 
 ALL ye that love the Lord rejoice 293 
 
 Almighty Ruler of the ikies 1 7 
 
 Awake, my foul, to found his praife 209 
 Along the banks where Babel's current flows 264 
 
 Amidlt thy wrath, remember love 73 
 
 Among th' affemblies of the great 153 
 
 Among the prince?, earthly gods 1 59 
 
 And will the God of grace 1 53 
 
 Are all the foes of Zion fools 104 
 
 Are tinners now fo fenfelefs grown 25 
 
 Arife, my gracious God 3 1 
 
 Awake, ye faints, to praife your King 259 
 
 Almighty God, appear and fave 22 
 
 B 
 
 Behold the lofty iky 3 6 
 
 Behold the love, the generous love 66 
 
 Behold the morning fun 37 
 
 Behold the fure foundation- (tone 223 
 
 Behold thy waiting fervant, Lo-rd 234 
 
 Behold us, Lord, and let otar cry 105 
 
 Behold, O God, what cruel foes I 5° 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful throne 187 
 
 Blef-, O my foul, the living God 192. 
 
 Bleft are the fons of peace 256 
 
 Bleft are the fouls who bear and know 1 64 
 
 Bleft are the undefiVd in heart 226 
 
A TABLE. 
 
 Bieft is the man, for ever b!?ft 
 Blefl is the man whofe breailcan move 
 Bleft is the man who fh-uns the place 
 Bleft is the nation where the Lord 
 
 C 
 Children, ia years and kaawledge youiit 
 Come, children, learn to fear the Lord 
 Come, found his pralfe abroad 
 Gome, let your voices join to rcafe 
 Confider all mv forrows, Lord 
 
 ? 
 
 David rejoic'd in God his ftrength 
 
 Deep in ou,r hearts let cs record 
 
 E 
 Early, my God, without delay 
 Exalt the Lord eur God 
 
 F 
 Far us thy name is known 
 Father, I fing thy wond'iou? g. ;><c 
 Father, I blefs t?hy gentle hand 
 Firm was my healtbj my day was bright 
 Firm and unmov'd are they 
 From foes that round os ri r e 
 From age to age exalt h\$ name 
 From all that dwell below the ikies 
 From deep diftrefs and troubled thoughts 
 For ever bleifed be the Lord 
 For ever mall my fong record 
 Fool 5, in their hearts, believe and fay 
 
 G 
 God is the Lord, the heav'nly King 
 God of my childhood, and my youth 
 God, my fnpporter and my hope 
 Gqd in his earthly temple lays 
 God is the refuge of his faints 
 God of my life, look gently down 
 God of my mercy and my praife 
 God of eternal love 
 
A T A B L E. 
 
 Give thanks to Goo, he reigns above 
 Give thanks to God, invoke his name 
 Give thanks toGod,-the fovVeign Lord 
 Give thanks to God moft high 
 Give to our God immortal praife 
 Give to the Lord, ye Tons ef fame - 
 Great is the Lord; his works of might 
 Great God, attend to my complaint 
 Great God,, indulge my bumble claim 
 Great is the Lsrd eurGod 
 Great God, the hearVs well ord^r'i frame 
 Great God, how oft didlfrae! prove 
 Great Shepherd of thine tfraei 
 Great God, attend while Zion frngs 
 Great God, whofe univerfal fway 
 Great is the Lord, exalted high 
 
 ff 
 Happy the city, where their fon^ 
 Happy the ma-a, whofe cautious feet 
 Happy is he t&at fears the Lord 
 Had not the God ef truth and love 
 fidar me, O God, nor hide thy face 
 Hi-a* what the Lord in viiion faid 
 Help, Lord,for men of virtue fail 
 lie that hath made his refuge God 
 He reigns ; the Lord, the Saviour reigns 
 High in the heav'ns, eternal God 
 How pieafant, how divinely fair 
 How blefs'd the man to whom bis God 
 How long wilt thou conceal thy face 
 How faft their guiit and {6 -rows rife 
 How foal! the young fecure their hearts 
 How did my heart rejoice to bear 
 How plsas'd and blefs'd wa* I 
 Haw awf-I is thy chairing rod 
 How pleafaat 'th to fee 
 
 I 
 If. God foccezi n»t, all the coft 
 
A TABLE. 
 
 If God to build the houfe deny 
 
 .(n hafte, O God, attend my call 
 
 In Judah God of old wa 1 ; known 
 
 In anger, Lord, do not chaftife 
 
 In all my vaft concerns with thee 
 
 In thee, great God, with fongs of praie 
 
 In God's own houfe pronounce his praife 
 
 Is there ambition in my heart 
 
 It is the Lord our Saviour's hand 
 
 I fet the Lord before rav face 
 
 I waited patient for the Lord 
 
 I lift uiy foul tc God 
 
 I will extol thee. Lord, on high 
 
 I love the Lord : he beard my cries 
 
 FH fpeak the honours of my King 
 
 I'll praife my Maker with my breath 
 
 I'll blefs the Lord from day to day 
 
 Juft are thy ways, and true thy word 
 
 Judge rne, O God, and plead my caufe 
 
 Judger, who rule the world by laws 
 
 judge me, O Lord, and prove my ways 
 
 Joy to the world, the Lord is come 
 
 Jefus, our Lord, afce-id thy throne 
 
 Jefus mall reign where'er the fun 
 
 Jehovah reigns; he dwells in light 
 
 L 
 Lord, thou haft fearch'd and feen me thro' 
 Lord, when I count thy mer«ies o'er 
 Lord, what is man, poor feeble man 
 Lord, I will blefs thee all my days 
 Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove 
 Lord, thou haft feen my foul fin cere 
 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in fin 
 L»rd, I would (piead my fore diftrefs 
 Lord, thou halt fcourg'd our guilty land 
 Lord, when thou didft afcend on high 
 Lord, what a thougbtlefs wretch was I 
 Lord, thou haft cali'd thy grace to mind 
 
A T A B L £ 
 
 Lord of the worlds above 
 
 Lord, I can fuffer thy rebukes 
 
 Lord, what was man when made at fhft 
 
 Lord, we have heard thy works of o»ld 
 
 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray 
 
 Lord, in the morning thou fhalt hear 
 
 Lord, I have made thy word my choice 
 
 Lord, thou haft heard thy fervant cry 
 
 Lord, if thine eyes furvey our fauits 
 
 Lord, what a feeble piece 
 
 Lord, 'tis a pleafant thing to ftand 
 
 Let Zion in her King rejoice 
 
 Let finners take their courfe 
 
 Let God arii'e in all his might 
 
 Let children hear the mighty deeds 
 
 Let ev'ry tongue thy goodnefs fpeak 
 
 Let Zion praife the mighty God 
 
 Let ev'ry creature join 
 
 Let all the earth their voices raife 
 
 Let earth, with ev'ry ifle and fea 
 
 Let Zion and her fons rejoice 
 
 Let all the Heathen writers join 
 
 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord 
 
 Lo, what an entertaining fight 
 
 Lo y what a glorious Coruer-ftone 
 
 Lord, lefteem thy judgments right 
 
 Long as I live I'll blefs thy name 
 
 M 
 My Saviour and my King 
 My fpirit finks within me, Lord 
 My fpirit looks to God alone 
 My God, in whom are all the fprirrgs 
 My God, my ererlafting hope 
 My Saviour, my almighty Friend 
 My foul, how lovely is the place 
 My never-ceaiing long marl Ihow 
 My God, how many are my fears 
 My truft is in my heay'nly Friend 
 
A T A B L E. 
 
 My God, permit: my tongue 
 
 My foul, repeat his praife 
 
 My foul, thy great Creator praife 
 
 My God, conScbr my diftrefs 
 
 Mv foul lies cleaving to the duft 
 
 My God, accept my early vows 
 
 My righteous .f : m'ge, my gracious God 
 
 > T ;> God, my K<ng, thy various praife 
 
 i>!y heart rejoices in thy name' 
 
 My God, the £eps of pious men 
 
 ftly refiig? ic the God of love 
 
 My God, what inward grief I feel 
 
 My fnepherd is the Yivir.g Lord 
 
 •My Shepherd will -upply my need 
 
 Maker and fov'reign L9id 
 
 Mercy andjudgment are ray fofsg 
 
 Miae eves and my define 
 
 N 
 Now be by be5?t i: fpired to fing 
 Now mall my fclemn vows be paid 
 Now let our Hps, with holy fear 
 Now I'm convrjc'd the Lord is k'u-d 
 Kiv may the God of pow'r and gi'ace 
 Now f:om the roaring lion's rage 
 Nov/ l^t our mournful fo-ngs record 
 Not to ourfelvcs, who are but duft 
 N)t to onr n?.m,r, thou only Jjtt and True 219 
 No fleep nor flumber to his eyes 255 
 
 O 
 G* jo (lice and of g»-ace I fing 
 O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great 
 O God ! to whom revenge belongs 
 O all ye nations rraife the Lo r d 
 O how I ljve thy holy law 
 O that the Lord would guide my ways 
 O that thy flatuses ev'ry hour 
 O thou whofe grace and juftice reign 
 O happy man, whofe foul is fill'd 
 
A TABLE. 
 
 O thou that hear' ft when finners cry 
 
 O God of mercy, hear my call 
 
 O God, my refuge, hear my cries 
 
 O'thou, whofe juftice reigns on high, 
 
 O what a fiiif rebellious houfe 
 
 •O God of my falvation, hear 
 
 O Lord, how many are my foes 
 
 O God of grace and righteoufhefs 
 
 O Lord, our heavenly King 
 
 Oh blefs the Lord, my foul 
 
 OhbleiTed fouls are they 
 
 Gh happy nation, where the Lord 
 
 Oh for a ihout of facredjoy 
 
 Oi^r God, Qii.r help in ages pal? 
 
 Out ef the deeps of long diftrefs 
 
 P 
 Praife waits in ZVon, Lord, f«r thee 
 Praif? ye the Lord, my heart ihall join 
 Praife ye the. Lord : ^ tis good to raife 
 Praife ye the Lord, exalt hb name 
 1'referve me, Lord, in time of need 
 Prote«5t us, Lord, from fatal harm 
 
 R 
 Remember, Lord, our mortal fate 
 Hejoice, ye righteous, in the Lerd 
 Return, O God of lovey return 
 
 S 
 Shew pity, Lord ; O Lord, forgive 
 Sing, ail ye nations, to the Lord 
 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name 
 Sing to the Lord, ye diftant lands 
 Sing to the Lord aloud 
 Shine, mighty God, on Zi^n mine 
 Save me, O God, the five'! ling flood* 
 Save me, O Lord, from every foe 
 Sure there's a.rigb',:eo.us God 
 Salvation is for ever nigh 
 Soags of immortal praife belong 
 
A TABLE., 
 
 See what a living ft one 
 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace 
 Sweet is the work, my God, my King 
 Soon as I heard mv Father fay 
 
 T 
 To eur almighty Maker, God 
 To Ged, the great, the ever blefs'd 
 To heav'n I lift my waiting eyes 
 To thee, O Lord, I raife my cries 
 To thee, O'God of truth and love 
 To God I made my forrows known 
 To thine almighty arm we o-vve 
 To thee, before the dawning light 
 To God I cry'd wirh mournful voice 
 The Lord my fnepherd is 
 The earth for ever is the Lord's 
 The Lord of glory is my light 
 The heavens declare thy gior-y, Lord 
 The King of faints, how fair his face 
 The Lord, the judge, before has throne 
 The Lord, the Judge, his churches wains 
 The Lord, the Sov'ceigtf, fends, &:c. 
 The praife of Zion waits for thee 
 The Gcd of our falvation hears 
 The man is ev.cr blefs'd 
 The Lord appears my helper now 
 The Lord of glory reigns, he reign; en high 
 The Lord jehorafc reigns 
 The Lovd is ccme, the heavens proclaim 
 The God Jehovah reigns 
 The Lord, how wofidftrotis are his ways 
 IMie Lord, the Cav'reign King 
 The wonders. Lord, thy love has wrought 
 7 hee will I Kve, O Lord, my ilrengtii 
 Thy works of glory, mighty Lord 
 Thy mercies fill the earth, G Lord 
 Thy name, almighty Lord 
 TV,s God, th' eternal Father, fpake 
 
A T A B L Ev 
 
 Page 
 
 Thus iaith the Lord, Your work is vain 77 
 
 Thus faith the Lord, The fpacious fields 93 
 
 Thus I refolv'd before the Lord 74 
 
 Thus the great Lord of earth and fea 210 
 
 'Twas in the watches of the night 1 14 
 
 Twas for our fake, eternal God 130 
 
 >Tis by thy ftrength the mountains ftand 120 
 
 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came 268 
 
 This fpacious earth is all the Lord's 48 
 
 This is the day the Lord hath made 224 
 
 Th' Almighty reigns, e-calted high 183 
 
 Thro ? ev'ry age, eternal God 167 
 
 Thou art my portion, O my Gad 228 
 
 ■Pou God of love, thou ever-biefr. 240 
 
 PFb ink, mighty God, on feeble man 166 
 
 ( Teach me the meafure of my days 74 
 
 That man is biefs'd, who fcands in awe 2 1 3 
 
 Thrice happy man who fears the Lord 214 
 
 U 
 
 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes 241 
 
 Upward I lift mine eyes 243 
 
 Unfhaken as the facred hill 247 
 
 Up from my youth, may Ifracl fay 251- 
 
 Vain man, en fooliih pleafures bent 205 
 
 W 
 
 With all my powers of heart and tongue 265 
 
 With fongs and honours, founding loud 2S3 
 
 With earnell: longings of the mind 79 
 
 With reverence let the <aint-s appear 163 
 
 With my whole heart I'll raife my fong 18 
 
 With my whole heart I've fought thy face 236 
 
 While I keep fden.ee, and conceal 60 
 
 While men grow bold in wicked ways 68 
 
 Will God for evercait us oir 1 40 
 
 When man grows bold in fin 69 
 
 When God is nigh, my faith is ftrong 29 
 
 When God reftor'd our captive ftate 248, 
 
 When God reveal' d his gracious name ibid 
 
A T A B L E. 
 
 Wheal, with pleafing wonder, ftand 
 When Chnft to judgment (hall descend 
 When overwhelmed with grief 
 When lfrael finn'd, the Lord reprev'd 
 When the great Judge, fupreme and juft 
 When God, provok'd with daring crimes 
 When lfrael, freed from Pharaoh's bard 
 When pain and anguifh feize me, Lord 
 Why fhould I ve:t my foul, and fret 
 Wfcy do the wealthy wicked boa.T 
 Why ihould tiie mighty make their boaO: 
 Why do the proud aflanlt the poor 
 Why doth the man of riches grow 
 Why has my God my foul foifook, 
 Why fhould the haughty hero bsaft 
 Why did the natians join to flay 
 Why did the Jews proclaim their rage 
 Why doth Bhe Lord depart fo far 
 Would you behold the works of God 
 What fhail I render to my God 
 Who will arife and plead my right 
 Who mail inhabit in thy hill' 
 Who mall a tend thy heavenly place 
 We blc:s the Lord, the juft, the good 
 We love thee, Lord, and we adore 
 Where fhail we go to feek ar.d find 
 Where fhail the maw be found 
 
 Y 
 Ye fons of men, a feeble race 
 Ye nations round the earth rejoice 
 Ye that deli£» t to ferve the Lord 
 Yefervant; of th' almighty King 
 Ye that obey the immortal King 
 Ye holy fouls, in God rejoice 
 Ye tribes of Adam, join 
 Ye fons of pride that hate the jufr. 
 Yct> Taith the Lordj if David's race 
 
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