SCB V % T H K PSALMS of DAVID IMITATED IN THE Language of the New Testament. PSALM I. Common Metre. TheV/ay ancl2iidofth&&ighieousandihe V, i TJLEST is the man who fnuns the place J3 WKere finnejrs love to meet ; Who fears to tread their wicked way And hates the {"coffer's feat. z But in the ilatutes of the Lo lid Has plac'd his chief delight ; By day he reads or hears thenvord, And meditates by night. 3 [He like a plant of gen'rQUs kind, By living waters let, Safe from the florins and Mailing wind, Enjoys a peaceful itate.] jl Green as a leaf and ever fair, Shall his profeiiion mine, While fruits of holineis appear. Like cluilers on the vine. ■; Not fo the impious and unjuil ; fiat vain deilgns they form ! 'f heir hopes is blown away like dull, ( •»••. chair be/ore the ftorm. PSALM I. 6 Sinners in judgment (hall not Hand A'mcmgft the fons of grace When Chrift the Judge at his right haod Appoints his faints a place. 7 His eye beholds the path they tread ; His heart approves it weil : But crooked ways of fmners lead Down to the gates of hell. P S A L IvI i. ' Short Metre! The Saint happy, the Sinner miferable, I ' | ^'HE man is ever bleft, JL Who fhuns the iinner's ways; Amongit their councils never Hands, Nor takes the fcorner's place. 1 But makes the law of God His ftudy and delight, Amidi! the labours of the day, And watches of the night. 3 He like a tree fliall thrive, With waters Rear the root ; Freih as the leaf his name {hall live ; His works are heavenly fruit. - 4 Not fo th' ungodly race, They no fuch ble flings find : Their hopes fliall flee, like empty chaff Before the driving wind. 5 How will they bear to ftand Before that judgment feat,* Where all the faints at Chriil's right hand In full ailembly meet ? % He knows, and he approves The way the righteous go ; . But finners and their works iruU meet A dreadful overthrew. P S A L M II. 5 A L M i. Long Metre. The Difference between the Rzgbtdcus and the Wicked. 1 XJTAPPY the man whofe cautious ittt XX Shun the broad way t;: , go, Who hates the place where athiefts meet, And fears to talk as fcoffers do. 2 He loves t' employ his morning light Amongft the ilatutes of the Lord ; And (pends t'he wakeful hours of night, With pleafure pond'ring o'er the word. 3 He like a plant by gentle ftream:, Shall flourim in immortal green : And Heav'n will mine with kiudeft beams On ev'ry work his hands begin 4 But finners find their connfels crofl ; As chaff before the tempeil ilies. So mall their hopes be blown and loft, When the lait trumpet makes the ikies. 5 In vain the rebels feek to ftand In judgmeut with the pious race; The dreadful judge, with fterrt command, Divides him to a difPrent place. 6 " Strait is the way my faints have, trod, " I bleit the path, and drew it p! •- But you would chufe the crooked re i down it leads to endlefs pai FSA1M 2. Short Me:re. .i according to the Divine Yz i Acts iv. 24, &c. t Dying, Rijing, Interceding, & Rag MAKER andfov'reign Lord Of heav'n. and earth and fea*. PSALM II. Thy providence confirms thy word, And anfwers thy decrees. The things fo long foretold By David, are fulhTd ; When Jews and Gentiles join to flay Jefus thy holy child.] Why did the Gentiles rage, And Jews with one accord Bend all their counsels to deftroy Th' anointed of the Lord ? Rulers and kings agree To form a vain deiign ; Againit. the Lord their pow'rs unite, Againil his Chriit they join. The Lord derides their rage, And will iupport his throne ; He that hath raif'd him from the dead, Hath own'd him for his fon. Pause Now he's afcended high, And afks to rule the earth ; The merit ct his blood lie pleads, And pleads his heavenly birth. Beneath his fov'reign (way A large inheritance ; Far as the world's remotelt bounds His kindom lliall extend. The nations that rebel, Mull feel his iron rod ; He'll v indicate thole honours well W^hich he receiv'd from God. [Be wife, ye rulers now, And worfhipat his throne; "P S A L M II. With trembling joy, ye people bow, To God's exalted Son. 10 If once his wrath arife, Ye perilri on the place ; Then blelTed is the foul that flies For refuge'tohis grace.] i S-A L M II. Common Metre. i II THY did the nations join to flay V? The Lord's annointed Son? Why did they call: his laws away, And tread his gofpel down ? 2 The Lord that fits above the fkies, Derides their rage below, He fpeaks with veng'ance in his eyes, And ftrikes their fpirits thro'. 3 " I call him my eternal Son. " And raife him from the dead, " I make my holy hill his throne, " And wide his kingdom fpread. 4 " Afk me, my Son, and then enjoy " The utmoft heathen lands ; " Thy rod of iron mall deitroy " The rebel that withitands." 5 Be wife, ye rulers of the earth, Obey tli' anointed Lord, Adore the King of heav'nly birth, And tremble at his word. 6 With humble love addrefs his th For if he frown ye die : 1 hofe are fecure, and thofe alone Who on his grace rely. PSALM II. Long : Christ's Death, Refurrection, and A;, i "t T THY did the Jews proclaim their r^g V V The Romans why their n\ ords er ploy ? S P S A L M II. Againft the Lord their powers engage, His dear Anointed to deilroy ? 2 " Gome let us break his bands, they fay, ** This man fhall never give us laws ;" And thus they eaft his yoke away, And nail'd the monarch to the croft. 3 But God who high in glory reigns, Laughs at their pride, their rage controuls : Ke'il fmite their hearts with inward pains, And fpeak in thunder to their foul:. 4 " I will maintain the King I made " On Sion's everiairing h3l, ith my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this evening facriiice ; And when my work is done, Great God, my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone. \z P S A L M V. 4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace , I'll give mine eyes to fleep : Thy hind in fafety keeps my days, And will my iiumbers keep. PSALM 5. Common Metre. For the Lord' 's Day-Morning, 1 T ORD, in the morning thou fnalt hear X__j My voice afcending high; To thee will I direil my prayer To thee lift up mine .eye. 2 Up to the hills where Chrift is gone To plead for all his faints, Preferring at his father's throne Our fongs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God, before whofe fighi The wicked mall not ftand ; Sinners (hall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 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 patn of duty ftrait, And plain before my face. P a u s E, 6 My watchful enemies combine To tempt my feet ail ray ; They flatter with a bafe deiign, To make my foul their prey. 3rd, crufh the ferpent in the dull, \ndall hi PSALM VI- 13 While thofe that in thy mercy truft. For ever fhout fcr joy. $ The men that love and fear thy name, Shall fee their hopes fulnll'd : The mighty God will compafs them With favor -as a fhieid. 1 PSALM 6. Common Metre. Complaint in Si chiefs, or, Difeafes healed, N anger, Lord, do not chaftiie,^ Withdraw the dreadful front! ; • Nor let thine aw fal wrath arife Againft a feeble worm. 2 My foul bow'd down with heavy cares.. My fieih with pain opprefs'd, My couch is witnefs to my tears, My tears forbid rny reft. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days ; I wafte the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pafs, ;Till the How morning rife. 4 Shall I be ftiil tormented more ? My eyes confum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long, before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears his mourning children fpeak, He pities all our grcans, He fives us for his mercy's fake, ftd heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his fovereign word, -Reftores our fainting breath ; For filent graves praiie not the Lord., Nor is he known in death. i4 PSALM VII. PSALM 6. Long Metre. Temptations in Sicknefs overcome. i T ORD, I can fuffer thy rebukes, - I j When thou with kindnefs doth chaftife ; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not againil me rife ! 2 Pity my languifhing eftate, And eafe the forrows that I feel ; The wounds thinft heavy hand hath made. O let thy gentler touches heal ! 3 See how in-fighs I pafs my days, And wafte in groans the weary night : My bed is water'd with my tears ; My grief cohfumes, and dims my fight. 4 Look how the pow'rs of nature mourn ! How long, Almighty God, how long ? When ihaM thine hour of grace return? When mail I make thy grace my fong ? § I feel my flefh fo near the grave, My "thoughts are tempted to defpair : ; But graves can never praife the Lord,. For all is duft and nlence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my foul, And all defpairing thoughts depart ; My^od, who hears my humble moan, ■!%aie my flefh, and cheer my heart. PSALM 7. Common Metre. GOD's Care of his People, and Punifoment of Pcrjecutors. I ~|\/TY trull is in my heav'nly friend, JL VJL My hope in thee, my God : Rife and my helplefs life defend, From thofe that feek my blood. PSALM vn z With mrolence and fury they foul in pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey en no deliverer's near. 3 If e'er my pride provok'd them firil, Or once abus'd my foe, Then let them tread my life to dull, A.k. lay my honor low. 4 If there be malice found in me, 1 know thy piercing eyes ; I ihouid not dare appeal to thee, Nor aik my God to rife. 5 Arife, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and power controul ; Awake to judgment, and command jDeiiv'rance for my foul. P a u s E. 6 Let tinners and their wicked rage . humbled to the duft ; Shall no; the God of truth engage To vindicate tire juil ! mows the heart, he tries the reigns, Ke will defend th' upright : Hii tharpeit arrows he ordains Agamit the fons of fpight. 5 Th.v leagu'd in guilt their malice (bread, A fnare before my way ; mifchiefs on their impious engenceace {hall repay,. c-ruel pviecuting race el his dreadful fword ; \\ foul, and praije the g] 16 PSALM VIII. PSALM 8. Short Metre. Qod'd Sovereignty and Good/iefs : and Man's Dc- minioii over the Creatures. i /~\ Lord, our heav'nly king, \^J Thy narr.e is all divine : Thy glories round the earth are fpread, And o'er the heav'ns they fhine. 2 When to thy works on high, I raife my wond'nng eyes, And fee the moon, complete in light, Adorn the darkfoi. 3 When I furvey the Has -s, And all their mining forms ; Lord what is man ! that worthlefs tiling, Akin to dull and worms ? 4 Lord, what is worthlefs man ! That thou mould 'it love him fo? Xt;a to thine angels he is plac'd, And lord of all below. 5 Thy honours crown his head, While beafts like Haves obey, And birds that cut the air with wings. And hili that cleave the fea. 6 How rich thy bounties are \ And wond'rous are thy ways : Of dull and worms thy pow'r can frame onument of praife. 7 [Cut of the mouths of babe;; And lucklings, thou caml draw Surprising honours to thy name, And ftrike the world with awe, $ O Lord, our heav'nly king, Thy name is all divine. PSALM VIII. *7 Thy glories round the earth are fpread, And o'er the heav:n they fhine.] PSALM 8. Common Metre. Christ's Cpndefcenjion artd Glorification : or, God made Man. i /^\ Lord our God, how wond roue great \_y Is thine exalted name ! The glories of thy heav'nly irate Let men and babes proclaim. 2 When I behold tjhy works on high,, The moon that rules the night* , And (lars that well adorn the iky, Thofe moving worlds of light. 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, Who dwells fo far below, That thou (houldft vifit him with grace And love his nature fo ? 4. That thine eternal Son mould bear To take a mortal form, Made lower than his angels are, To fave a dying worm. 5 [Yet while he liv'd on earth unknc \ And men would not adore, Behold obedient nature own, His Godhead and his power. 9 The waves lay fpread beneath his feet, And filh at his command, Bring their large fhoals to Peter's net* Bring tribute to his hand. 7 Thefe fmailer glories of the Son Shone through the flefliy cloud ; Now we behold him on his throne, And men confefs him God.] i8 PSALM VI11. 8 Let him with majefty be crown' J, Who bow'd his head to death ; And his eternal honours found , From all things that have breath. 9 Jefus, our Lord, how wond'rous great Is thine exalted name ! The glories of thy heav'nly Hate Let the whole earth proclaim. PSALM 8. ver. I, 2. Paraphrafed. First Part. Long Metre. The Hofanna of the Children : or, Infant spraijino GOD. 1 A LMIGHTY Ruler of the ikies, jLjl Thro' the wide earth thy name ii And thine eternal glories rife [fpread, O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young, Their founding notes of honour raife ; And babes, with uninfxrucled tongue, Declare the wonders of thy praiie. 4. Thy power aihfts their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground, To ftill the bold blafphemer's rage, And ali their policies confound. 4 Children amidfi thy temple throng To fee their great Redeemer's face ; The fon of David, is their fong, And loud Hofannas fill the place. 5 The frowning fcribes and angry prieft* In vain their impious cavils bring Revenge fits filent in their brcaits, While Jewiih babes proclaim their King. PSALM IX. i9 F S^A L M 8. ver. 3, &c. Paraphrafed. SecondPart. Long Metre . Adam and Christ, Lords of the Old and Ne*ut Creation. i T ORD, what was man. when made at firitj, JL/ Adam the offspring of the di That thou ihouldft fe': him and bis race jafi below an angel's place ? 2 Thar thou iliouldit raife his nature fo, And make him lord of all below, Make every brail and bird fabmit, J. lay the fifties at his feet ? 3 Bet O ! what brighter glories wait To crown the fecond Adam's mite ! What honours ihall thy Son adorn., Who condeicended to be born I 4. See him below his angels made : Behold him number 'd with the dead, To feve a ruin'd world from fin : Bat he fhaii reign with pow'r divine. 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all The mif'ries that attend the fill, New made and glorious, mall fabmit At our exalted Saviour's feet. PSALM 9. Firft Fart, Common Metre. Wrath and Mercy from the "Judgment Seat. l^lf^ITH my whole heart I'll raife my inders I'll proclaim ; [£ong„ of right and wrong 1 my foes ■■• prepares hi T* irld with rights . vengeance known. 20 PSALM IX. 3 Then mall the Lord a refuge prove lev all the poor opprei's'd ; To lave the people of his love, And give the weary reft, 4 The men that know thy name will tru# In thy abundant grace ; For thou hail ne'er forfook the juft, . Who humbly feek thy face. 5 Sing praifes to the righteous Lord, Who dwells onSiorrs Hill, Who executes his threat'ning word, Whofe works his grace fulfil. PSALM 9. ver. 12. Second Part. The JVifdom and Lquliy cf Providence. 1 TI7HEN the great Judge fupreme and W Shall once enquire for blood, [jUftjj The humble iouls that mourn in dull, Shall find a faithful God. 2 He from the dreadful gates cf death Does his own children raife j In Sion's gates, with cheerfal breath, • They fmg their Father's praife. 3 His foes mail fall, with heedlefs feet, Into the pit they made ; And linners periili in the net That their own hands have fpread. 4 Thus by thy judgment, mighty God Are thy deep counfels known ; When men of mifchlef are dcicroy'd. In fnares that were their' own. Pause.. 5 The wicked mall fink down to iieii ; Thy wrath devour the 1 u PSALM X. 2i That dare forget thee, or rebel Agamft thy known commands. Though faints to fore difirefs are brought, And wait and long complain, Their cries Jhall never be forgot, Nor mall their hopes be vain. [Rife, great Redeemer, from thy feat, To judge and fave the poor ; Let nation? tremble at thy feet, And man prevail no more. Thy thunder mail affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain, Make them confefs that thou art God, And they but feeble men. PSALM 10. Common Metre. foyer heardy and Saints faved j or, Pride, A- tkcifm, and Opprefl'on tnnijljcd. For a Humiliation Day. TI7KY doth tii e Lord depart fo far, * V And why conceal his face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep diftrefs ? Lord {hall the wicked Hill deride Thy jultice and thy laws \ Shall they advance their heads id pride, And flight the righteous caufe. They call thy judgments from their right , And then iniult the poor, They boaft in their exalted height, That they mail fall no more. A rife, O God, lift up thine hand, Attend our humble cry ; ;my mail dare to Hand ; God afcends on high. 2 PS A L M XL Pause. ; Why do the men of malice rage, And fay with fboliih pride, " The God of heav'n will ne'er engage " To fight on Sbn'shdc." S But thou for ever art our Lord ; Atld powerful i,s thine hand. v\ hen the heathens felt thy iVord And periuYd from thy land. 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to y And caufe thine ear to hear ; Accept the vows thy children pay. And free thy flints' from fear. g Proud tyrants (hall no more opp . No more defpife the jult ; mighty finners mall conk-h Thcy are but earth and dull. PSALM ii. Long Metre. GOD loves the Righteous and hates the Wi ? T\ /TY refuge is the God of love, J.VJL Why do my foes iniult and dry, " Fly like a tim'rous trernbiing dove, '* To diitant woods or mountains ily.'" "government be once detlroy'd, (That nrm foundation of our peace) /ind violence make iurtice void, Where mall the righteous feck redr. 3 The Lord in heav'n has r'x'cl his th His eye be world below ; To him all mortal things arc kn • His eye-lids fearch our fpirit-: tluvo 4 If he aiHicls his faints fo fir, To prove their ksve. a&fc PSALM XII. 23 What may the bold tranfgreffors fear ? His foul abhors their wicked ways. 5 On impious wretches he mail rain Sulpherous flames of waiting death, Such as he kindled on the plain Of Sodom with his angry breath. 6 The righteous Lord loves righteous fouls, Whofe thoughts and actions are hncere, And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear. PSALM 12. Long Metre. The Saint' *s Safety and Hope in ez'il Times : or, Sins of the Tongue complained of, viz. Biaf- phemy, Faljhood, &c. i A LMIGHTY GOD, appear and fave ! jT\. F°r vice and vanity prevail : The godly perifh in the grave, The juft depart, the faithful fail. 2 The whole difcourfe,when crouds are met. Is fill'd with trifles loofe and vain ; Their lips are flattery and deceit, And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips that with deceit abound Shall not maintain their triumph long : The God cf vengeance will confound The flattering and blafpheming tongue. a " Yet.Jhall cur words be free, they cry ; " Our tongues fhall be control'd by none : " Where is the Lord, will afk us why ? " Or lay our- lips are not our Own r" 5 The Lord, who fees the poor opprefs'd. And hears th* oppreflbr's haughty llrain. 2+ PSALM XII. Will rife to give his children reft, Nor (hall they trail his word in vain. 6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd, Void of deceit fhall ftill appear; Not filver feven times purify '4 ; From drofs and mixture, lhines fo clear- 7 Thy grace mall in the darkeft hour Defend from danger and furprife ; Wo* when the vilcft men have power, On every fide oppreflbrs rife. PSALM 12. Common Metre. ^ t npliaint of a general Corruption of Manner; : C r, 7 'he promife and Signs of C H R 1 3 t's com" to Judgment. i T TBLP, Lord, for men of virtue fail, XT Religion lofes ground ; The fons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound. a Their oaths and promifes they break, Yet aft the flatterer's part; With fair deceitful lips they fpeak, And with a double heart. 3 If we reprove fome hateful lie, They fcorn our faithful word : " Are not our lips our own," they cry, " And who fhall be our Lord ?" Icoffers appear on every fide, Where a vile race of men Is rais'd to feats of power and pride, And bears the fword in vain. Pause. 5 Lord when iniquities abound, And blafphemy grows bold-, FSALM Xia 2c When faith is rarely to be found* And love is waxing cold ; » Is not thy charriot hafl'ning on ? Haft thoa not given the iign ? May we not truft and live upon A promife fo divine ? I s< Yes, faith the Lord, now will I rife, " And make th* oppreffors flee ; *' I fhall appear to their furprife, " And fet my fervants free." t Thy word, like filver feven times try'd. Thro' ages fhall endure ; The men that in thy truth confide Shall find thy promife fure. PSALM 13. Common Metre, G&nplaint under the Temptation of the DeK'il. 'OW long wilt thou conceal they face I ■h My God, how long delay ? When fhall I feel thofe neav'nly rays That chafe my fears away ? How long fhall my poor lab'ring foul Wreitle and toil in vain ? Thy word can all my foes controul. And eafe my raging pain. See how the Prince of darknefs tries All his malicious arts ; He fpreads a mift around my eyes,, And tirows his fiery darts. Be thou my fun, and thou my fhield, My foul in fafety keep ; Make liafte before mine eyes are feal^ Ir rfeatV'g eternal fleep, z6 PSALM XIV. 5 How would the tempter boaft aloud, Should I become his prey ! Behold the Tons of hell grow proud To fee thy long delay. 6 But they mall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head ; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt difplay that fovereign grace Whence all my comforts fpring. I mail employ my lips in praife, And thy falvation fing. PSALM 14. FirftPart. Common Metfe. By Nature all Men are Sinners. 1 Y7*OOLS in their hearts believe and fay, JP " That all religion's vain, " There is no God that reigns on high, '« Or minds di' affairs of men." 2 From thoughts fo dreadful and profane Cofrupt diicourfe proceeds ; And in their impious hands are found Abominable deeds. 3 The Lord from his celeftial throne Look'd down on things below, To find the man that fought his grace, Or did his juiiice know. 4 By nature all are gone aftray,- Their practice all the fame ; There's none that fear's his makers . There's none that loves his name. 5 Their tongues are us'd to fpeak deceit. Their {landers never ceafe ; How fwift to mifchief are their fee; T Nor kj\q\y |&e. paths of peace. r 5) il L M AV. 27 6 Such feeds of 'nn (tha* bitter root) In every heart are found ; Nor can they bear diviner fruit, Till grace refine the ground. PSALM 14. Second Part. Common Metre. The folly of Perfecutors. 1 A RE fmners now fo fenfelefs grown JHL That they the faints devour r And never worfhip at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful power \ 2 Great God appear to their furprife, Reveal thy dreadful name ; Let them no more thy wrath defpife Nor turn our hope to fname. 3 Doft thou not dwell among the juft? And yet our foes decide, That we mould make thy name our truft : Great God, confound their pride. 4 Oh that the joyfui day was come To nnilh our diilrefs ! When God mall bring his children home, Our fongs mail never ceafe. PS'AL M 15. Common Metre. Characters $f a Saint ; or, a Citizen of ' Zion y or, the Qualifications of a Chrifiian. \\%7 HO mail inhabit in thy hill, W OGudofhoiinefs? Whom will the Lord admit to dwell r his throne of grace I ■ : that walks in pious ways, .1 -works with righteous hands ; ...t ;ruils his maker's promised grace, And follows his commands, t% V S A L M XV. 5 He fpeaksthe meaning of his hearty Nor flanders with his tongue ; Will fcarce believe an ill report,, Nor do his neighbour wrong. 4 The wealthy Tinner he contemns. Loves all that fear the Lord ; And tho' to his own hurt he fwears, Still he performs his word. 5 His hands difdain a golden bribe. And never wrong the poor. This man will dwell with God on eartk, And find his heav'n fecuic. PSALM 15. Long Metre. Religion and yuftice, Goodnefs and Truth y or, duties to God and Man 5 or, Th$ Qualifica- tions of a Chrijiian. 1 X T 7HO mall afcend thy heav'nly place, VV Great God, and dwell before thy The man that minds religion now, [face ? And humbly walks with God below : 2 Whofe hands are pure, whofe heart is clean ; Whofe lips Hill fpeak the thing they mean ; No flanders dwell upon his tongue ; He hates to do his neighbour wrong. 3 [Scarce will he truft an ill report, Or vent it to his neighbour's hurt : Sinners of ftate he can defpife, But faints are honour'd in his eyes.] 4 [Firm to his word he ever itood, And always makes his promife good : Nor dares to change the thing he fwears, Whatever pain or iofs he beau.] PSAL M XVJ. 29 5 [He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that jufrice fnculd be fold : While others fcorn and wrong the poor^ Sweet charity attends his door.] 6 He loves his enemies and prays For tiiofe that curie him to his face ; And doth to all men ftill the fame That he would hope or wilh from them. 7 Yet, when his holieft works are done, His foul depends on grace alone : This is the man thy face {hall fee, And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee. PSALM 16. Firft Part. Long Metre. Confejjion of our Poverty ; and, Saints the heft Company : or, Good Works profit Man, not God. 1 TJ RESERVE me, Lord, in time of need, X 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 confer How empty and how poor I am ; My praiie can never make thee bleily- Nor add new glories to thy name. 3 Yet, Lord, thy faints on earth may reap Some profit by the good we do : Theie are the company I keep, The:t are the choiceit friends I kncvc. 4 Let others chufe the ions of mirth To give a relifh to their wine : I lj>ye, the men of heav'nly birth, >fe thoughts and language are divine. B « 3* PSALM XVI. PSALM 1 6. Second Part, Long Metre, Christ's All-fujf,ciency. 1 1 TOW faft their guilt, and forrows rife, X~l Who hafte to leek Tome idol-god ! I will not tafte their facrifice, Their offerings of forbidden blood. 2 My God provides a richer cup, And nobler food to live upon : He for my life has offer'd up Jefus, his bell beloved Son. s£ His love is my perpetual fealt : By day his councils guide me right, And be his name forever Weft, , Who gives me fweet advice by night. 4 I fet him ftill before mine eyes : At my right hand he Hands prepar'd To keep my foul from all furprife. And be my everlafting guard. PSALM 16. Third Part. Long Metre , Courage in Death, Mid Hope of the Refurre Elian. i TY7HEN God is nigh, my faith is ftrong^ V V His arm is my almighty prop : Be glad my heart, rejoice, my tongue, My dying flefh fhall reft in hope. j Tho' in the duir I lay my head, Yet, gracious Goci, thou wilt not. leave My foul for ever with the dead, Norlofe thy children in the grave. • My flefh fhall thy nrit call obey, Shake oft the duft, and rife on high ; Then malt thou lead the wond'rou^. I r to thy throne above the P3ALM XVI. 3i $ There ftreams of endlefs pleafure flow ; And full discoveries of thy grace, (Which we but tailed here below) Spread heav'nly joys thro* all the place. PSALM 16. 1-8. Firft Part. Com. Metre, Support and Counjd from God, without Merit, \ PAVE me, O Lord, from ev'ry foe ; i5 In thee my trull I place ; Tho' all the good that I can do Can ne'er deferve thy grace. 2 Ye if my God prolong my breath. The faints may Hill rejoice ; The faihts, the glory of the earth, The people of my' choice. 3 Let heathens to their idols hafte, And worlhip wood or Hone j But my delightful lot is call, Where the true God is known. 4 Kis hand provides my conftant food ; He fills my daily cup : Much am I pleas'd with prefent good, But more rejoice in hope. 5 God is my portion and my joy ; His councils are my light : He gives me fweet advice by day, And gentle hints by night. 6 My foul would all her thoughts approve To his all feeing eye : Nor death, nor hell, my hope ihallmove, While fuch a friend is nigh. PSALM 1 6. Second Part. Com. Metre- The Death and Rejurretfion c/Christ, I u y Set the Lord before my face, JL cc He bears my courage up : 32 PSALM XVII. '*'. My heart and tongue their joy exprefs, 1 "My flefh (hall reft in hope. 2 " My fpirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave " Where fouls departed are : ~T~VHEE will I love, O Lord, my ftrength, X My rock, my tow'r, my high defence; Thy mighty arm (hall be my trull:, For 1 have found i-Jvation thence. z Death and the terrors of the grave, Stood round me with their difmal {hade : While -floods of high temptations rofe, And made my finking foul afraid. 3 I faw the op'ning gates of hell, With cndlefs pain and iorrows there : Which none but they that feel can tell, While I was hurry 'd to defpair. 4 In my diftreis I calPd my God, could fcarce believe him mine : . -d his ear to my complaint : And prov'ti his laving grace divine. - [With fpeed he Hew to my relief, As on a cherub'; wing he rode : Awful and bright, as iight'ing (hone The face of my deiiv rer, God] 6 [Temptations fled at his rebuke, The biai^ of nis alimght) He lent falv&tion from on nigh, And drew me from the deeps of death.] P-SAL M XVIII. . 55 Great were my fears, ray foes were great, Much was myftrength, and more. their rags : But Chrift, my Lord, is conqueror ftijl, In all the wars the proud can wage. My long for ever mall record That -terrible, that joyful hour; And give the glory to the Lord, Due to his mercy and his pow'r P S A L M 1 8. Second Part. ver. 20 — 26. Long Metre. Sincerity proved and rewarded. 1 T CRD, thou hail feen my foul f nee re. JL/ Haft made thy truth and love appear. Before mine eyes I fet thy laws, And thou haft own'd my righteous caufe. 2 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways, I've walk'd upright before thy face : Or if my feet did e'er depart, Thy. love reclaim'd my wand'ring heart. 3 What fore temptations broke my reft ! What wars and Struggling in my breaft ! But thro' thy -race, that reigns with i. guard againft my darling fin : 4 That fm that clo-fe befets me fHll, That works and ftrives againft my will : When ihall thy Spirit's fov'reign powar Diitroy it, that it rife no more ? 5 With an impartial hand, the Lord Deals out to mortals their reward : The kind and faithful fouls ihali find A God as faithful and as kind. « (» And men that love revenge ihall know, God hath an arm of veng'ance too. $6 F 5 A L M XVIIfc The juft , and pure, fhall ever fay, Thou art more pure, more juft than they. >SALMl& Third Part. Long Metre. Ver. 3 3^, &c. J TUST are tliy ways, and true thy worei. J Great Rock of my feeure abode : Who is a God befide the Lord ? Or Where's a refuge like our God ? ■z 'Tis he that girds us with his might, Gives me his holy fword to wield : And while with fin and hell I fight, Spreads his falvation for, my fhield. 3 He lives, and bleflings crown his reign. The God of my falvation lives, The dark defigns of hell are vain ; While heav'nly peace my father gives 4 Before the fcoffers of the age. I will exalt my father's name, \ or tremble at thy mighty rage, But meet reproach and bear the ihame, 5 To David and his royal feed Thy grace forever (hall extend ; Thy lov e to faints, in Chrift their head, Knows not a limit nor an end. PSALM 1 8. FirftPart. Common Metre. Viclory and Triumph over Temporal Enemies. i ft 7E love thee, Lord, and we adore, V V Now is thine arm reveal'd * Thou art our ftrength, our heav'nly tow'r, Our bulwark, and our fhield. 3 We fly to our eternal Rock, And find a fure defence ; PSALM XVIII. 37 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 light'ning of his fpear? 4 He rides upon the ringed 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 Whole armies are difmay'd ; His voice, his frown, his angry look, Strikes all their courage dead. 6 He forms our gen'rals for the field. With all their dreadful fkill ; Gives them his awful fword to wield, And makes their hearts of fteel. 7 Oft has the Lord whole nations blefs'd, For his own church's fake : The pow'rs that give his people reft " Shall of his care partake. PSALM 18. Second part. Common Metre The Conqueror1* Song. i > | vO thine almighty arm we owe X The triumphs of the day ; Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe, And melt their ftrength away. i Tis by thy aid our troops prevail, .And break united pow'rs ; Or burn their boalled fleets, or fcale The proudelt of their tow'rs. C 38 PSALM XIX. 3 How have we chas'd them thro' the field, And trod them to the ground, While thy falvation was our (hield, But they no fhelter found ! 4 In vain to idol faints they cry, And perifti in their blood - Where is a rock fo great, fo high, So powr'ful as our God. 5 The God of Ifrael ever lives, His name be ever bleft ; 'Tis his own arm the vidlory gives, And gives his people reft. PSALM19. Firft Part. Short Metre. The Book of Nature and Scriptun For a Lord's Day Morning. 1 TOEHOLD the lofty fey, JJ Declares its maker God, And all the itarry works on high Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 2 The darknefs and the light Still keep their courfe the lame ; While night to day and day to night Divinely teach his name. 3 In every difFrent land Their general voice is known ; They fhew the wonders of his hand, And orders of his throne. 4 Ye chriftian lands, rejoice, Here he reveals his word : We are rot left to nature's voice To bid us know the Lord. 5 His ftatutes and command* Are fefc before &\\v &ye?> • F S A L M XJX. 39 He puts his gofpel in our hands, Where our falvation lies. 6 His laws are juft and pure. His truth without deceit, His promiies forever fure, Andliis rewards are great. 7 [Not honey to the talte Affords fo much delight, Nor gold that has the furnace pafs'd So much allures the fight. 8 While of thy works I fmg, Thy glory to proclaim, Accept thepraife, "my God, my King, In my Redeemer's name.] PSALM 19. Second Part. Common Metrc^ God's nvord mojl Excellent: or, Sincerity and Watchfulnefs. For a Lord's Day Morning. 1 "J3 EHOLD the morning fun X> Begins his glorious way ; His beams -thro' all the nations run, Arid life and light convey. 2 But where the gofpel comes It fpceads diviner light, It calls dead finners from their tombs, And gives the blind their fight, 3 How perfect is thy word ! A.sA all thy judgments juft, Forevec in re thy promife, Lord* men fecurely truft. :y gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given I 4o P S A L M XIX Oh may I never read in vain. But lind the path to heaven ! pause* 5 I hear thy word with love, And I would fain obey ; (Send thy good Spirit from above To guide me left I ftray. 6 Oh who can ever find The errors of his ways f | Yet with a bold prefumptuous mind I would not dare tranfgrefs. 7 Warn me of every fin. Forgive my fecret faults, And cleanfe this guilty foul of mine, Whofe crimes exceed my thoug ' 8 While with my heart and tongue I fpread thy praife abroad ; '.rcept the worfhip and the fang % My Saviour and my God. PSALM 19. Long Metac I The Books of Nature, and Scripture compared: -kt J'he Glory and Succefs of the Gofpk. THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Losd, Inevery ftar, thy goodnefs^ihice.^ But when our eyes behold thy word, "We read thy name in fairer lines. W- 2 The rolling fun, the changing light, And nights and days they power confefs ; But ths bieil volume thou haft writ, Heveah thy juftice and thy grace, [~ 3 Sun, moon, and liars convey thy piaai'; ;'.wnd. the while earth, and nev FSAL M XIX. / ■ p So when thy truth began its race,, I touch'd and glanc'd on every land. 4 Nor mall thy fpreading gofpel reil Tiil through the world thy truth has run 5 Till Chrilt has all the nations oleic, That fee the light, or feel the fun. 5 Great Sun of Righteoufnefs, arife, Blefs the dark world with heav'nly light ; The gofpel makes the fimple wife, Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right 6 Thy ncbleft wonders here we view, In fouls renew'd and fins forgiven. Lord, cleanfe my fms, my foul renew, And make thy word my gnideto heaven. PSALM 19. To the Tune of the 1 1 3'hPfal. The Book of nature and Scripture, 1 /^ RE AT God, the heav'ns well order'c? VJTDeciares the glories of the name [frame- There thy rich works of wonder mint, A thoufand itarry beauties there A thoufand radiant marks appear Of boundlefs power, and fkill divine, z From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light. Lectures of heav'nly wifdorn read ; With fdent eloquence they raife Our thoughts to our Creator's praife. And neither found nor language need . ■ heir divine in{lruct.ions run 'i%i the journies of the fun, / every nation knows their voice. The fun, like fome young bridegroom dre't Breaks from the chambers of the eafL 42 PSALM XIX. Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice, 4 Where'er he fpreads his beams abroad, He fmiles, and fpeaks his maker God : All nature joins to fhew thy praife : Thus God in every creature mines ; Fair is the book of nature's lines, But fairer is the book of grace. Pause. 5 I love the volumes of thy word ; What light and joy thefe leaves afford To fouls benighted and diilreft 1 Thy precepts guide my doubtful way. Thy fear forbids my feet to itray, Thy promife leads my heart to refl 6 From the difcoveriesof thy law The perfect, rules of life I draw : Thefe are my ftudy and delight ; Not honey fo invites the taile, Nor gold that hath the furnace pall Appears fo pleafing to the fight. 7 Thy threat'nings wake my {lumbering eyes, And warn me where my danger lies ; But 'tis thy bleffed gofpel, Lojd, That makes my guilty confeience clean, Converts my foul, fubdues my fin, And gives a free but large reward. S Who knows the errors of his thoughts; My God, forgive my fecret faults. And from pre fumtuou3 fins rsftrain , Accept my poor attempts of prai That I have read thy book of grac-. And book of nature rot in vain. P S A L M XX. 43 P S A L M 20. Long Metre. Prayer and Hope ofViciory. For a Day of Prayer in Time of War. 1 ^^TOW may the God ofpower and grace JL%| Attend his people's humble cry I Jehovah hears when Ifrael prays, And brings deliv'rance from on high. 2 The name of Jacob's God defends, When bucklers fail and brazen walls ; He from his fan&uary fends Succour and ftrength when Sion calls. 3 Well he remembers all our fighs, His love execeds our belj deferts ; His love accepts the facrifice Of humble groans and broken hearts. 4 In his falvation is our hope, And in the name of Ifrael's God, Our troops fhall lift their banners up, Our navies fpread their flags abroad. 5 Some trull in horfes train'd for war. And fome of chariots make their boafts ; Our fureft expectations are From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hofts. O may the mem'ry of thy name fpire our armies for the fight ! Our foes fhall fall and die with fhame, Or quit the field with coward flight.] Nowfaveus, Lord, from fla vim fear, Now let our hopes be firm and ftrong. Till thy falvation fhall appear, And joy and triumph raife the fong, " g 44 PSALM XXI. PSALM 21. Common Metre. National Bleffings acknowledged. j TTN thee great God, with fongs of praife, X Our favour 'd realms rejoice ; And, bleft with thy falvation raife To heav'n their cheerful voice. 2 Thy fure defence, through nations round, Hath fpread our rifing name, And all our feeble efforts crovrn'd With freedom and with fame. 3 In deep diftrefs our injur'd land Implor'd thy power to fave ; For life we pray'd ; thy bounteous hand The timely blemng gave. 4 Thy mighty arm, eternal pow'r, Oppos'd their deadly aim, In mercy fwept them from our more, And fpreads their fails with fname. 5 On thee, in woe or pain, Our hearts alone rely ; Our rights thy mercy will maintain, And all our wants fupply. 6 Thus, Lord, thv wond'rous pow'r declare, And ftill exalt thy fame ; While we glad fongs of praife prepare For thine Almighty name. P S A L M 21. Ver. 1,-9. Long Metre. Chrifx exalted to the kingdom. JT%AVID rejeie'd in God his ftrength, XJ Rais'd to the throne by fpeciai grace. But Chrift the ion appears at length, Fulfils the triumph and the praife, PSALM XXII. 4S 2 How great the blelt meffiah's joy In the falvation of thy hand ? Lord, thou haft rais'd his kingdom high* And giv'n the world to his command. 3 Thy goodnefs grants whate'er he will, Nor doth the leaft requeil withold ; Blefimgs of love prevent him ftill, And crowns of 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 mall find out all his foes ; And ac a fiery oven glows With raging heat, and living coals, So mail thy wrath devour their fouls. PSALM 22. ver. i-i6.FirftPart.com. met. The faff erings and death of Chrift* s TI/HY has mv God my foul forfook, VV Nor will 'a finite afford I (Thus David once in anguifh ipoke, And thus our dying Lord.) i Though 'tis thy chief delight, to dvc. Among thy praiimg faints. Yet thou can'ft hear our groans zs well, And pity our complaints. fathers trailed in thy name. And great deliverance found j But I'm a worm deipis'd of men, jjtaid trodden to the ground. h fhak'iug head they pafs me by And faugh my foul to {corn : C ; 46 PSALM XXII. " In vain he trujrs in God, they cry, " Neglefifd and forlorn." 5 But thou art he, who form'd my flefh, By thine almighty word ; And fince I hung upon the breaft, My hope is in the Lord. 6 Why will my father hide his face When foes ftand threat'ning round, In the dark hour of deep diftrefs, And not an helper found ? P a u s v.. 7 Behold thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, By foes encompafs'd fierce and ftrong, As lions roaring loud. 8 From earth and hell my forrows meet, To multiply the fmart ! They nail my hands, they pierce my feet, And try to vex my heart. 9 Yet if thy fov'reign hand let loofe The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heavenly father bruife The fon he loves fo well ? 10 My God, if poflible it be, Withhold this bitter cup ; But I refign my will to thee, And drink the forrows up. 1 1 My heart diflblves with pangs unknown, In groans I wafte my breath : Thy heavy hand has brought me down. Low as the dull of earth. PSALM XXII. 47 11 Father, I give my fpirit up, And truft it in thy hand ; My dying flelh ihall reft in hope, And rife at thy command. PSALM 22. ver. 20,21,27,— Zh SecoiW Part. Common Metre. , %TOW from the roaring lion's rage, J^ « O Lord, protea thy fon, <* Nor leave thy darling engage ** The powers 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 viaory of his death, His throne exalted high ; And all the kindreds of the earth Shall worfhip or Ihall die. 4 A numerous offspring muft arxfe From his expiring groans ; They (hall be reckon' d in his eyes For daughters and for fons. • 5 The meek and humble fouls Ihall fee. His table richly fpread ; And all that feek the Lord ihall be With joys immortal fed. 6 The ifies ihall know the righteoufnefs Of our incarnate God, And nations yet unborn profefs Salvation in his blood. 4* PSALM XXIU. PSALM 22. Long Metre. Chriff 'sufferings and exaltation. 1 M°nJe]°Ur ^durnf^ fonSs word Wfc f dy\n§ forrows 9f «W lord, ^en he complain'd in tears and blood As one forfaken of his God. 2 PS IT bfh.°Id him tJlus forlorn, And make their heads and laugh and fcorn ; He refcucd others from the grave ■ Now let him try himfeifto five. [ 3 « This is the man did once pretend Why doth he fail to help him now." 4 Oh favagc people ! cruel priefts ! How they flood round like raging beaft* - Like hons gaping to devour, * ^ her. god had left them in their power. 5 ^>;woand *£ head, his hands his feet Tib llreams of blood each other me' <*rIot his garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which he died. 6 But God his father heard hh cry ; Rais d from the dead he reigns on ht*h - The nations learn his rightlouThefs, ' And humble fmners taite his grace/ PS A L M 23. Long Metre. God cu,- l iyX Now mall my want, be wtll His providence and holy word Become mjrfcfety a PSALM XXIII. 49 2 In paftures where falvation grows He makes me feed, he makes me reft, There living water gently flows. And all the food divinely bleft. 3 My wand'ring feet his ways miftake ; But he reftores my foul to peace, And leads me, for his mercy's fake, In the fair paths of righteoufnefs. 4 Tho' I walk thro' the gloomy vale, Where death and all its terrors are, My heart and hope, mall never fail, For God, my ihepherd's with nie there. 5 Amidft the darknefs and the deeps Thou art my comfort, iho^ my Hay ; Thy ftaff fupports my feeble Heps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way. 6 The fons of earth and fons of hell Gaze at thy goodnefs,and repine To fee my table fpread fo weli With living bread, and cheerful wine. 7 [How I rejoice, when on my head Thy fpiritcondefcends to reft1. 'Tis atliviEe anointing fhed, Like oil of gladnefs at a feaft. 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord Attend his houfhold all their days \ There will I dwell to hear his word, To feek his face, and fing his p.raife] PSALM 23. Common metre. 1 lift ~ V Shepherd will fupply my need.. J.V JL Jehovah is his name ; In paftures frefhhe makes me feed. Behde the living dream, 5o PSALM XXIII. 2 He brings my wand'ring fpirit hack When I forfake his ways, And leads me for his mercy's fake In paths of truth and grace. 3 When I walk thro' the fhades of death. Thy prefence is my flay ; One word of thy fupporting breath Drives all my fears away. 4 Thy hand in fight of all my foes Doth ftill my table fpread ; My cap with Lieffings overflows, Thine oii anoints my head, 5 The lure provi: o:s of my God Attend me all my days; Oh may thy houfe be mine abode, And all my work be praife ! 6 There would I find a fettled reft, (While ethers go and come) No more a itranger or a gueft, But like a child at home. PSALM 23. Short Metre. 1 / 9 VH£ Lord my Shepherd is, JL I mail be well fupply'd ; Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want befide f 2 He leads me to the place, Where heav'nly pailure grows, Where living waters gently pafs, And full falvation flows. 3 If e'er I go aftray, He doth my foul reclaim, And guides me in his own right way, For his moiiholy name. PSALM XXIV. 51 4 Wkile he affords his' aid, I cannot yield to fear ; Tho7 I mould walk thro' death's dark fhade, My fhepherd's with me there. 5 Amid furrounding foes Thou doit my table fpread, VLy cap with bleffings overflows And joy exalts my head. 6 The bounties of thy love Shall crown my following days ; ^cr from thy houfe will I remove, Nor ceafe to fpeak thy praife. PSALM 24. Common jfeetre. Dwelling with GOD. THE earth forever is the Lord's With Adam's num'rous race ; He rais'd its arches o'er the floods, And built it on the feas. \ But who among the fons of men May vifit thine abode ? He that has hands from mifchief clean, Whofe heart is right with God. 5 This is the man may rife and take The bleffings of his grace ; This is the lot of thofe that feek The God of Jacob's face. . NoHr k: our fouls, immortal pew *rs3 To meet the Lord prepare, Life &]> Their everlafting doors, The King of glory's near. The King of glory Ti?e ft'otide^ of his might 52 PSALM XXV. He rules the nations -, but to dwell With faints is his delight, PSALM 24 Long Metre. Saints dwell in Heaven ; or C h r i s t 's AJfetifion. 1 /""T^-HIS fpacious earth is all the Lord's, X And men and worms, and beafts and He rais'd the building on the Teas, [birds ; And gave it/or their dwelling place. 2 But there's a brighter world on high, Thy palace. Lord, above the iky ; Who mail afcend that bleft abode, And dwell fo near his Maker, God ? % 5 He that abhors and fears to lin, Whofe heart is pure, whole hands are clean, Him mall the Lord, the Saviour blefs, And clothe his foul with righteoufnefs, 4 Thefe are the men, the pious race. That feek the God of Jacob's face ; Thefe mail enjoy the blifsful fight, And dwell in evcrlafling light. Pause. 5 Rejoice ye Aiming worlds en high, Behold the King of glory nigh ; Who can this King of glory be ? The mighty Lord the Saviour's he 6 Ye heav'nly gates your leaves difplay, To make the Lord, the Saviour way : Laden with fpoiis from earth and hell, The Conqu'ror comes with God to dwell ► 7 Rais'd from the dead in awful Irate, He opens heav'ns eternal gate, To give his faints a bleil ahc Near their Redeemer and their God. PSALM XXV. 53 PSALM. 25. 1— 11. FirftPart. Waiting for Pardon and Direction. 1 T Lift my foul to God, X My trull is in his name ; Let not my foes that feek my blood Still triumph in my fhame. 2 Sin and the powers of hell Perfuade me to defpair ; Lord, make me know thy covenant well, That I may 'fcape the fnare. 3 From gleams of dawning light Till ev'ning fnades arife, For thy falvation, Lord, I wait, With ever longing eyes. 4 Remember all thy grace, And lead me in thy truth ; Forgive the fins of rir>er days, And follies of my youth. 5 The Lord is jufl and kind, The meek ihall learn his ways. And every humble fmner find The methods of his grace. 6 For his own goodnefs fake He faves my foul from fname : Fie pardons (the' my guilt be great) • Thro' my Redeemer's name. P S A L M 25. 12, 14. 10 13. Second Part. Short Metre. , Divine Infirudlion. l \\ THERE fhall the man be found. V V That fears t' offend Ills God' That loves the gofpel's joyful found* And trembles at the rod r 54 PSALM XXV. 2 The Lord fhall make him know The fecrets of his heart, The wonders of his cov'nant mow, And all his love impart. 3 The dealings of his pow'r Are truth and mercy Hill, With fuch as keep his cov'nant fure, And love to do his will. 4 Their fouls fhall dwell at eafe Before their Maker's face, Their feed fhall tafle the promifes In their extenfive grace. PSALM 25. Third Part. ver. 15 — 22. Short Metre. Diftrep of Soul ; or, Backjliding and Defcrtion. 1 "]Y /TINE eyes and my defire JVJL Are ever to the Lord ; I love to plead his promis'd grace, And reft upon his word. 2 Turn, turn thee to my foul, Bring thy falvation near ; When will thy hand aflift my feet To fcape the deadly fnare ? -i When mail the fov'reign grace Of my forgiving God Reftore me frcm thofe dang'rous ways My wand'ring feet have trod ? 4 The tumult of my thoughts Doth but enlarge my woe ; My fpirit languifhes, my heart Is defolate and low. 4 With ev'ry morniig light My forrow new begins ; PSALM XX VX 55 jok on my anguim and my pain, And pardon all my fms. Pause. 6 Behold the holts of hell, How cruel is their hate ! igainft my life they rife, and join Their fury with deceit. 7 Oh keep my foul from death, Nor put my hope to (name, ar I have plac'd my only truit In my Redeemer's name. g With humble faith I wait To fee thy face again ; f Ifra'l it mall ne'er be faid, He fought the Lord in vain. PSALM 26. Long Metre. ^elf-Examination j or, Evidences of Grace* JUDGE me, O Lord, and prove my ways. And try my reins, and try my heart ; My faith upon thy promife itays, Nor from thy law my feet depart. 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, Amongfl thy faints will I appear Array' d in robes of innocence : But when I ftand before thy bar., The blood of ChriHis my defence. I love iky habiiation, Lord, The temple where thine honours dwell ; There mall I hear thy holy word, And there thy works of wonder telL PSALM- XXVII. 5 Let not my foul be join'd atlait. With men of treachery and blood, Since I my days on earth have pall Among the faints and near my God. PSALM 27. ver. 1, 5, FiritPart. Com. Met The Church is our Delight and Safety. 1 ' I VHE Lord of glory is my light,, JL And my falvation too ; God is my fbengtli ; nor will I fear What all my foes can do. 2 One previledge my heart defires, O grant me mine abode Among the Churches of thy faints, The temples of my G od ! 3 There mail I offer my requelis, And fee thy beauty ftili : Shall hear the melfages of love And there enquire thy will. 4 When troubles rife, and ftorms appear. There may his children hide ; God has a ftrong pavilion, where He makes my foul abide. 5 Now fhall my head be lifted high Above my foes around, And longs of joy and victory Within thy lemplejifound.- PSALM 27. ver. £, 9, 13 ; 14. Second part. Common Metre. ■s Prayer an ^OON as I beard w. Ye chil ; P S A L M XXVIII. 57 My heart reply'd without delay, " I'll feek my Father's face. Let not thy face be hid from me, Nor frown my foul away ; God of my life, I fly to thee In a diilreifing day, Should friends and kindred near and dear Leave me to want or die, My God would make my life his care, And all my need fupply. My fainting flefh had dy'd with grief, Had not my foul beiiev'd, To fee thy grace provide relief, Nor was my hope deceived. Wait on the Lord, ye trembling faints, And keep your courage up : He'll raife your fpirit when it faints And far exceed your hope. PSALM 28. Long Metre. God the Refuge of the A§i&Jd^ TO thee, O Lord, I raife my cr:£J ; My fervent prayer in mercy hear ; 1 For rain waits my trembling foul, ' If thou refufe a gracious ear. When fuppliant tow'rd thy holy hill* I lift my mournful hands to pray, Ailord diy grace, nor drive me Hill, With impious hypocrites away. To fons of ta!Jhocd,that defpife , The works and wonders of thy reign, Thy vengeance gives the due reward, Mad a* foiftl to endlefs pain, $8 PSALM XXIX. 4 But, ever bleffed be the Lord, Whofe mercy hears my mournful voice, My heart that trufted in his word, In his falvation mall rejoice. 5 Let every faint, in fore diftrefs, By faith approach his Saviour God : Then grant, O Lord, thy pard'ning grace. And feed thy church with heav'nly food. PSALM 29. Long Metre. Storm and Thunder* 1 /^ IVE to the Lord, ye fons of fame, VJT Give to the Lord renown and powV, Afcrlbe due honours to his name, And his eternal might adore. 2 The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud Thro' ev'ry ocean, ev'ry land ; His voice divides the wat'ry cloud, And lightnings blaze at his command. 3 He fpeaks, and tempeft, hail and wiad„ Lay the wide foreit 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 noife The vallies roar, the deforts quake. 5 The Lord fits fov'reign on the flood, The thund'rer rcign9 for ever king ; But makes his church his Well abode, Where we his awful glories ling. 6 In gentler language, there the Lord The council of his grace impart?; PSALM XXX. 59 Amidfl the raging ftorm, his word Speaks peace and courage to our hearts. PSALM 30. FirilPart. Long Metre. Sicknefs healed, and Sorrows removed. 1 T Will extol thee, Lord, on high, JL At thy command difeafes fly : Who but a God can fpeak and lave From the dark borders of the grave ? • 2 Sing to the Lord, ye faints, and prove How large his grace, how kind his love. Let all your pow'rs rejoice, and trace The wond'rous records of his grace. 3 His anger but a moment Hays ; ■ His love is life and length of days : Tho' grief and tears the night employ, The morning ftar reilores the joy. PSALM 30. v. 6. Second Part. Long Metre. Healthy Sicknefs, and Recovery. 1 T~MRM was my health, my day was bright, JP And I prefum'd 'twould ne'er be night: Fondly I laid within my heart, " Pleafure and peace mall ne'er depart." 2 But I forgot thine arm was Itrong, Which made my mountain ftand fo long : Soon as thy face began to hide, My health was gone, my comforts died. 3 I cried aloud to thee my God : t{ What canit thou profit by my blood ! " Deep in the dull I can declare f( Thy truth, or fmg thy goodnefs there ? 4 ir Hear me, O God of grace, I faid, iS And bring me from among the deads" 6o PSALM XXXI. Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt, Thy pard'ning love removed my guilt. 5 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe, Are" turn'd to joy and praifes, now : I throw my fackcloth on the ground, And eafe and gladnefs gird me round. 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame, Shall ne'er be filent of thy name : Thy praife mall found through earth and For ficknefs heaPd, and fins forgiv'n. [heav'n, PSALM 3 1. ver. 5, 13,-19, 22, 23, FirftPart. Common Metr<* N Deliverance from Death. i /"T^O thee, O God of truth and love i My fpirit I commit : Thou hail redeem'd my foul from death, And fav'd me from the pit. ! pair and comfort hope and fear, Maintain* d a doubtful ilrife : While for row, pain and fin confpir'd To take away my life. j sw My time is in thy hand," I cry'd, " Though I draw near the dull :J' Thou art the refuge where I hide, The God in whom I trull. . Oh make thy reconciled face Upon thy fervant mine, And fave me for thy mercy's fake, For I'm entirely thine. P a u s z. ; 'Twas in my hafle, my fpirit faid, * f I muft ddpair and d ie , P S A L M- XXXI. 61 ** I am cut oft before thine eyes ;" But thou hail heard my cry. 6 Thy goodnefs how divinely free i How fweet thy fmiling face, To thofe that fear thy majefty, And trail; thy prornis'd grace, Oh love the Lord all ye his faints, And ling his praifes loud ; He'll bend his ear to your complaints, And recompence the proud. PSALM 3^1. 7—33, 11 — 21. Second Part. Common Metre. Deliverance from Slander and Reproach. I 1\ /TY heart rejoices in thy name, i_ VA My God, my heavenly trull ; "Thou haft preferv'd my face from fhame, Mine honour from the dull. 2 cf My life is fpent with grief I cry'd, " My years confum'd in groans, " My llrength decays, mine eyes are dry'd, " And forrow walr.es my bones." 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 ev'ry fide, Seiz'd and befet me round, . . I to thy throne of grace applyM, And fpeedy reicue found. P A U S E. 5 How great deliv'rance thou hall wrought Before the fons of men ! D 62 PSALM. XXXII. The lying lips to filence brought, And made their boafting vain ! 6 Thy children from the ftrife of tongue; Shall thy pavilion hide, Guard them from infamy and wrongs, Andcrufhthe fons of pride. 7 Within thy facred prefence, Lord, Let me for ever dwell ; No fenced city, wall'd and barr'd, Secures a faint fo well. PSALM 32. Short Metre. Forgivenefs of Sins upon Confejjion. 1 i^\H blefied fouls are they \jt Whofe fins are cover'd o'er ? Divinely bleft, to whom the Lord Imputes their guilt no more. 2 They mourn their follies pad, And keep their hearts with care ; Their lips and lives without deceit, Shall prove their faith Iincere. 3 While I conceal'd my guilt, I felt the feft'ring wound, Till Iconfefs'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 diftrefs Is found in God alone. PSALM 32. Common Metre. Fret pardon and f nee re Obedience : or, Confejjim and Forgli'enefs I TTOW blefs'dthe man to whom his Goii Jfi No more impute* his fin. PSALM XXXII. 63 Bat wafh'd in the Redeemer's blood, Hath made his garments clean ! 2 And bleft. beyond expreffionhe Whofe doubts are thus difcharg'd : While from the guilty bondage free, He feels his foul enlarged. 3 His fpirit hates deceit and lies, His words are all fincere : He guards his heart, he guards his eyes, To keep his confcience clear. 4 While I my inward guilt fuppreft, No quiet could I find : Thy wrath lay burning in my breaft And rack'd my tortur'd mind. 5 Then I confefs'd my troubled thoughts, My fecret fins reveal'd. Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults, Thy grace my pardon feaPd, 6 This mail invite thy faints to pray : When like a raging flood Temptations rife, our ftrength and flay Is a forgiving God. PSALM 32 Firft Part. Long Metre. Peptntance and free pardon ; or, Juftificatim and SanStifcation. BLESS'D is the man, forever blcfs'd, Whofe guilt is pardon'd by his God. Whofe Sins with forrow are confefs'd. And cover'd with his Saviours blood. 2 Before his judgment feat the Lord No more permits his crimes to rife : LESS'D is the nation, where the Lord J3 Hath fix'd his gracious throne : Where he reveals his heav'nly word, And calls their .tribes his own. 2 His eye, with infinite furvey, Does the whole world behold, He form'd us all of equal clay, And knows our feeble mould. 66 PSALM XXXIJX 3 Kings are not refcu'd by the force Of armies from the grave : Nor fpeed nor courage of an horfe Can his bold rider fave. 4 Vain is the ftrength of beafts or men, Nor fprings our fafety thence ; Sut holy fouls from God obtain A ftrong and fure defence. 5. God is their fear, and God their truft, When plagues or famine fpread. His watchful eyes iecures the juft, Among ten thoufand dead. 6 Lord let our hearts in thee i ej ~': AndHfefs us from ^hy throne: For we have Made thy word carcioice, And trull thy grace alone. PSALM 33. As the i^Pfalm. Fir ft Part. Works of Creation and Providence. j T7F bobr fools, in God rejoice, [voice, Y Your Maker's fraife becomes your Great is your theme, your foftgs be new ; Sing of his' name, his word, his ways, His works of nature and of grace, How wiie and holy, juit and true! 2 Behold, to earth's rbmoteft ends His fcoodncfi 'flows, his troth extend, ; Il^pow'r the heav'nly arches ipre. Kis word, with energy di« V,ite ftarry hoib around him feme, And light the circling heav'ns peiv.ae. , His hand collects the flowm3 f-as ; ' Thofe wat'ry treafures know their | Ard fil1 the ftore-hou'e of tae &* PSALM XXXIII. 6 7 He fpake and gave all nature birth ; And fires and feas, and heav'n and earth., His everlafting orders keep. Let mortals tremble and adore A God of fuch refiftlefs pow'r, Nor dare indulge their feeble rage; Vain are your thoughts, and weak your But his eternal counfei ftands, [hands. And rules the world from age to a?e. -o PSALM 33. As the 1 i3PfaIm. Second Part. Creatures or Deliverance by prayer, 1 T ORD, I will blefs the* all my days, JL/Thy praife mall dwell upon my tongue : My ibul mall glory in thy grace, While faints rejoice to hear the fong. 2 Come magnify the Lord with me, Let every heart exalt his name ; I fought th' eternal God, and he Has not expof'd my hope to ihame. 3 I told him all my fecret grief, My fecret groaning reach'd his ears ; He gave my inward pains relief, And calm'd the tumult of my fears. 4 To him the poor lift up their eyes, With heav'nlyjoy their faces mine, A beam of mercy from the fkies Fills them with light and love divine. 5 "His holy angels pitch their tents Around the men that ferve the Lord ; Oh fear and love him all his faints, Tafteofhis grace andtruft his word. 6 The wild young lions pinch'd with pain, And hanger, roar thro' all the woods ; But none fhall feek the Lord in vain, Nor want fuppliesof real good. PSALM 34. ver. 11, — 22. SecondPart* Long Metre, Religious education ; or, Injiruclions of Piety. 1 i^hildren ,in years and knowledge young. V> Your parents' hope, your parents' joy, P S A L M XXXIV. 69 Attend the counfels of my tongue, Let pious thoughts your minds employ, 2 It you deiire a length of days, And peace to crown your mortal Itate, Reiifam your feet from impious waysa Your lips from fiander and deceit, 3 The eyes of God regard his faints. His ears are open to their cries ; He fets his frowning face againrt The fons of violence and lies, 4. To humble fouls and broken hearts God with his grace is ever nigh s- Pardon and hope his love imparts, When men in deep contrition lie. 5 He tells their tears, he counts their groans, His Son redeems their fouls from death, His fpirit heals their broken bones, His praife employs their tuneful breath. PSALM 34. v. 1, 10. ill: Part. Com. Metre. Prayer and Praife for Eminent Ddi-verancc . I IT'LL blefs the Lord from day to day ; JL How good are all his ways ! Ye humble fouls that us'd to pray Come, help my lips to praife. Z Sing to the honour of his name, How a poor fufPrer cry'd, Nor was his hope expos'd to fname, Nor was his fuit deny'd. 3 When threat'nmg forrows round me KOod% And endlefs fears arofe, Like the loud billows of a flood, Redoubling all my woes ; . 7o PSALM XXXI-V. 4 I told the Lord my fore diilrefs, With heavy groans and tears ; He gave my fharpeft torments eafe, And fiienc'd all my fears. Pause. [5 O Tinners, come and tafte his love, Come learn his pleafant ways, And let your own experience prove The fweetnefs of his grace. € He bids his angels pitch their tents Round where his children dwell : What ills their heav'nly care prevents No earthly tongue can tell] [7 O love the Lord, ye faints of his ; His eye regards the juft ! How richly blell their portion is Who make the Lord their trull I 5 Young lions, pinch'd with hunger, roar, And familh in the wood : But God fupplies his holy poor With ev'ry needful good.] PSALM 34. 1 1—22. Second Part. Common Metre. Exhortation to Peace and Ihlinefs. i ^lOME, children, learn to fear the Lord, \^j And that your days be long, Let not a falfe ar fpiteful word Be found upon your tongue. 2 Depart from mifchief practice love, Puriue the works of peace ; So mall the Lord your ways approve. And let your foul at eaic, V?SALM XXXV. 71 3 His eyes awake to guard the juft, His ears attend their cry ; When broken fpirits dwell in dull, The God of grace is nigh. 4 What tho' the forrows here they tafte Are (harp and tedious too, The Lord who faves them all at laft. Is their fupporter now. 5 Evil mall fmite the wicked dead ; But God fecures his own, Prevents the mifchief when they Aide, Or heals the broken bone, € When defolation like a flood O'er the proud finner rolls, Saints find a refuge in their God, For he redeem'd their fouls. PSALM 35, Ver. 12. 13. 14. Love to Enemies or the love cfCuR. 1 s t to jinner* typified in David. 1 TJEHOLD tne iove the gen'rous love, Jj That holy David mows j Behold his kind companion move For his amifted foes! 2 When they arc fick his foul complains. And feems to feel the fmart : The fpirit of the gofpel reigns, And melts his pious heart. 3 How did his flowing tears condole As for a brother dead ? And failing mortified his foul While for their life he pray'd. ' 4 They groan'd and curs'd him on their bed, Yet itillhe pleads and mourns ; ;i PSALM XXXVI. And double bleMings on his head The righteous God returns. e O glorious type of heav'nly grace ! Thus Chrift the Lord appears ; While Turners curie, the Saviour prays, And pities them with tears. 6 He, the true David, IfraePs Kin?, Blefs'd and belov'd of God, To fave us rebels dead in fin Pay'd his own deareic blood. PSALM 36. ver. 5 — 9. Long Metre. 'The Perfections and Providence of God ; or, Ge- neral Providence and fpecial Grace. 1 TTIGH in the heav'ns, eternal God, £~± Thy goodnefs in full glory mines ; Thy truth mail break througn ev'ry cloud That veils and darkens thy defigns. Por ever firm thy jurtice Hands, As mountains their foundations keep ; Wife arc the wonders of thy hands, Thy judgments are a mighty deep. -y Providence is kind and large, Bath cian and beaft thy bounty mare ; : \\ hole creation is thy charge, Uut faint j ar<- thy peculiar care. God ! how excellent thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort The Ions of Adam in diftrefe [fp rings ; Fly to the ihadow of thy w: From the provifions of thy houfe We ihail be fed wi.-k fweet rep$i ; There mercy, like a river, fl Arid brings falvation to PSALM XXXVI. 73 S Life, like a fountain rich and free, I Springs from the prefence of my Lord t, ' And in thy light our fouls mail fee The glories promis'd in thy word. P S ALM 36. ver. 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9. Com. Metre Fradical Atheifm expofed j or, The Being and Attributes of God ajferted. 1 ^TTT'HILE men grow bold in wicked VV And yet a God they own, [ways, My heart within me often fays, st Their thoughts believe there's none.55 2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare, (Whate'er their lips profefs) God hath no wrath £dt them, to fear, Nor will they feek his grace. 3 What flrange felf-flattery blinds their eyes ? But there's a haiVning hour When they ihall fee, with fore furprife, The terrors of thy pow'r. 4. Thy juftice mall maintain its throne, Though mountains melt away ; Thy judgments are a world unknown, A deep unfa thorn 'dfea. 5 Above thefe heav'ns created rounds Thy mercies, Lord, extend ; Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds Where time and nature end. ! 6 Safety to man thy goodnefs brings, Nor overlooks the beaft ; Beneath the lhadow of thy wings Thy children chufe to reft. 74 P S A L M XXXVI. [7, From thee, when creature-ftreams run low, And mortal comforts die, Perpetual fprings of life mail flow, And raife our pleafures high. S Though all created light decay, And death clofe up our eyes, Thy prefence makes eternal day, Where clouds can never rife.] PSALM 36. Ver. 1-7. Short Metre. The Wickednefs of Man, and the Majefty of Gcd : or Practical Atheijm expofed. 1 IT 7HEN man grows bold in lin, V V My heaat within me cries, " He hath no faith of God within, ** Nor fear before his eyes." [ 2 He walks a while conceal'd In a felf-rlattering dream, Till his dark crimes, at once reveal's, Expoie his hateful n ame.] 3 His heart is falfeand foul, His words are fmooth and fair ; Wifdom is baniih'd from his foul, And leaves no goodnefs there, 4 He plots upon his bed New milchiefs to fulfil ; He lets his heart, and hand, and head. To practice all that's ill. 5 But there's a dreadful Gcd, Though men renounce his fear • Hi> juitice hid behind the cloud Shall one great day appear 6 His truth tranfeends the iky, In heiv'n his mercies d\\e\\ ; PSALM XXXVII. 75 Deep as the fea his judgments lie, His anger burns to hell. 7 How excellent his love, Whence all our fafety fprings ! O never let my foul remove From underneath his wings 1 PSALM 37. Ver. 1, 1 <. FirftPart. Common Metre. The cure of envy, frctfulnefs, and unbelief- : or The rewards of the Righteous and Wicked. 1 T T THY fhould I vex my foul and fret W To fee the wicked rife i Or ^nyy fiimers waxing great By violence and lies ? z As flow'ry grafs, cut down at aoon, Before the evening fades, So ihali their glories vaniih foon In everlafling ihades. 3 Then let me make the Lord my truft, And practice all that's good; So mall I dwell among the juft, And he'll provide me food. 4 1 to my God my ways. commit, And cheerful wait his will": Thy hand which guides my doubtful feet> Shall my denies Fulfil. 5 Mine innocence malt thou difplay, And make thy judgements known. Fair a- the light of dawning day, Ana glorious as the noon. ■i Tas iTieek at laft the earth poffefs, are the heirs ofheav'n : 76 PSALM XXX VII. True riches, with abundant peace To humble lbuls are giv'n. Pause. 7 Reft in the Lord, and keep his way, Nor let your anger rife, Though Providence mould long delay To puniin haughty vice. % Let fmners join to break your peace, And plot, and rage, and foam ; The Lord derides them, for he fees Their day of veng'ance come. 9 They have drawnout the threat'ning fword, Have bent the murd'rous bow, To flay the men that fear the Lord, And bring the righteous low. 10 My God mall break their bows, and burn Their perfecting darts, Shall their own fwords againft them turn ; And pierce their iiubborn hearts. PSALM 37. Ver. 16, 21, 26,-31. Second Part. Common Metre. Charity to the Poor : or, Religion in JVorJs and Deeds. I XI7HY do the wealthy wicked boaft, VV And grow profanely bold ? The meaner! portion of the juft Excels the finrier's gold. -z The wicked borrows of his friends, But ne'er deiigns to pay. The faint is merciful, and lends, Nor turns the poor away. 3 His alms, with liberal heart, Ik gi AmOngfl the ion* of n # PSALM XXXVII. ff His mem'ry to loiSg ages lives, And bicffed is his feed. 4 His lips abhor to talk profane, To ilander or defraud ; Kis ready tongue decteres'to men What he has learn'd of Gcd. 5 The law and gofpel of the Lord « Deep in his heart abide ; Led by the fpirit and the word His feet fnail never Hide. 6 When fmners fail, the righteous fraud. Preferv'd from ev'ry fnare ; They fhai! poffeis the promis'd land. And dwell for ever there. PSALM 37. ver. 23—37. Third part- The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked. Y God, the iteps of pious men Are order'd by thy will : Though they mould fall, they rife ag: Thy hand fupports them fcill. The Lord delights to fee their way;,, Their virtue he approves : He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace. Nor leave the men he loves. The heav'nly heritage is theirs, Their portion and their home ; He fealts them now, and makes them heirs. Of bleiTings long to come. 1 Lord, ye fens of men, 1 r when tyrants frowr, ; Ye ihail coisfefs theii is vaiii, W'hsii iti&ice . , then - 7* PS A L M XXXVIII. P A U S E. 5 The haughty (inner have I feen Not fearing man nor God, Like a tall bay tree fair and green, Spreading his arms abroad, 6 And lo, he vanifh'd from the ground, Daftroy'd by hands unfeen ; Nor root nor branch, nor leaf was found Where all that pride had been. 7 But mark the man of righteoufnefs, His feveral fteps attend ; True pieafure runs thro' all his ways, And peaceful is his end. PSALM 38. Common Metre. Guilt of Confcience and Relief ; or Repentance • and Prayer for Pardon and Health. 1 A MIDST thy wrath remember love X~JL Re^ore thy fervant, Lord Nor let a Father's chaft'ning pror^ Like an avenger's f.vord. 2 Thine arrows ftick within my hear!:, My Hefn is forely prefs'd ; Between the forrow and the frmrt My ipirit finds no reft. -.) My fins a heavy load appear, And o'er my head are gone ^ Too heavy they for me to bear, 1 00 hard for me t' atone. 4. My thoughts are like a trouble J That links my comforts down ; And I go mourning all the Jav IJeneathmy Father '3 fmwr. «PSALM XXXIX. 79 ^ Lord I am weaken'd and difmay'd, None ofmy pow'rs arewhole ; My wounds with piercing anguilh bleed, The anguiih of my foul. 6 All my defires to thee are known, Thine eye counts every tear, And ev'ry ligh and ev'ry groan Is notic'd by thine ear. 7 Thou art my God, my only hope ; My God will hear my cry, My God will bear my fpirit up When Satan bids me die. S My foes rejoice whene'er I Aide, To fee my virtue fail ; They raife their pleafure and their pride, Whene'er their wiles prevail. 9 But I'll confefs my guilty ways, And grieve for all my fin ; " I'll mourn how weak the feeds of grc And beg fupport divine. to My God forgive my follies pair, And be forever nigh ; O Lord ofmy falvationhafte ; Before thv fervant die. P SALM 39. Ver. 1,2,3. Fi£»%rt. Common Metre. J-Fatcbfulmfs ever tbs Tongue : or, P ruder Zeal. 1 '""T^HUS Irefolv'd before the Lord, JL " Now v. ill I watch my tonge, (( Left I let flip one fmful word, " Or do my neighbour wrong, z Whene'er conilrain'd a while to ftav With men of lives profane. 8o PSALM XXXIX. I'll fet a double guard that day, Nor let my talk be vain. 3 I'll fcarce allow my lips to fpeak The pious thoughts I feel, Left fcoffers mould th'occafion take To mock my holy zeal. 4 Yet if fome proper hour appear, I'll not be over-aw'd, But let the fcoihng finners hear That we can fpeak for God. PSALM 39. ver. 4, 5, 6, 7. Second Part The Vanity of Man as Mortal. 1 ' £ VEACH me the meafure of my days, JL Thou maker cf my frame ; I would furvey life's narrow fpace, And learn how frail I am. 2 A fpan is ail that we can boaft, An inch or two of time ; Man is but vanity and dud In ali his now'r and prime. 3 See the vain race of mortals move Like fnadows o'er the plain ; They rage and ftrive, dehre and love, But all their noife is vain. 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy fhow, Some dig for golden ore, , They toil for heirs, they know not who, And ftrait are feen no more. 5 What mould I wifh or wait fcr then, From creatures, earth and duil } They make our expectations vair And difappoint our truft, PSALM XXXIX. Si £ New I fbrbijd my carnal hope My fond ochres ree;i"T^HUS faith the Lord, " Your work is X "Give your burnt orf' rings o'er, [vain, PSALM XL, S3. ** In dying goats and bullocks flain " My foul delights no more." 2 Then fpake the Saviour, " Lo, I'm here, " My God, to do thy will ; if Whatever thy facred books declare " Thy fervant (hall fulfil. 3 " Thy law is ever in my fight, " I keep it near my heart : " Mine eyes are open'd with delight " To what thy lips impart." 4 And fee the bleft Redeemer comes, Th' eternal Son appears, And at th' appointed time arTumes The body God prepares. 5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace. And much his truth he ihew'd. And preach'd the way of righteoufnefs Where great anemblies frood. 6 His Father's honour touch'd his" heart, He pity'd iinners cries, And to fulfil a Saviour's part Was made a facrifice. Pause. 7 No blood of beafts on altars ihed Could w^afn the confcience clean, But the rich facrifice he paid Atones for all our fin. $ Then was the great falvation fpread, And Satan's kingdom (hook : Thus by the woman's promis'd feed The Serpent's head was broke. 84 P S A L M XL. PSALM40. Ver.5,— 10. Long Metre. Christ our Sacrifice. 1 t 1 %H£ wonders, Lord, thy' love has i wrought, Exceed our praife, furmount our thought; Should I attempt the long detail, My fpeech would faint, my numbers fail. 2 No blood of beafts on altars fpilt, Can cleanfe the fouls of men from guilt ; But thou haft fet before our eyes An all-fufficient facrince. 3 Lo thine eternal Son appears, To thy defigns he bows his ears; Affumes a body well prepar'd, /-.:■.{ welj performs a work fo hard. ' old i come fihe Saviour cries, and duty in his eyes,) \ to bcai n±e Jieavy load (( Of fins, and do thy will, my God. 5 " 'Tis written in thy great decree, (c ?Tis in thy book foretold of me, ee I muft fulfil the oaviou;\s part, " Ana lo ! thy law is in my heart. 6 " I'll magnify thy holy lav/, " And rebels to obedience draw, " When on my erofs I'm lifted high, " Or to my crown above tke r~y~ 7 U The fpirit mail defcendand fnew " What thou haft done and vLic I do ; 'c The wond'ring world fcalj lear grace, "And all creation tune thy praife," P S A L M XLIT. 8S PSALM 41. ver. i, 2, 3. Long Metre. Charity to the Poor j or, Pity to the qjjiified. LESS'D is the man whole breaft can And melt with, pity to the poor, [move. Wkofe foul, by fympathizing love, Feels what his fellow -faints endure, 2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do 1 He, in the time of gen'ral grief, Shall find the Lord has mercy too. 3 His foul fhall live fecure on earth, With fecret blefiings on his head, When drought, and peitilence, and dearth. Around him multiply their dead. 4 Or if he languifh on his couch, God will pronounce his fins forgiv'n, Will fave him with a healing touch, Or take his willing foul to heav'n. P S A L M. 42. .1—9. Firit Part. Deferiic:i a?id liope ; or, Complaint of Abfence from Public Worjbtp. T XITH earneft longings of the mind, My God, to thee I look • So pants the hunted hart to find, And taile the cooling brook. When (hall I fee thy courts of |ra< e And.ineet my God again \ So ;o^ [x "n abfence from thy face My iie? it endures with pain. rex my weary foulj re my repafi ; without C( J: A - - : ', your God . . 1 iftr" ■86 PSALM XLII. 4 'Tis with a mournful pleafure now I think on ancient days, Then to thy houfe did numbers go, And all our work was praife. 5 But why, my foul, fink down fo far Beneath this heavy load ? My fpirit why indulge defpair, And fin againfl my God ? 6 Hope in the Lord, whofe mighty hand Can all thy woes remove ; For I fhall yet before him itand, And fing reitoring love. PSALM 42. 6— 11. Second Part. Mtiancboly thoughts reproved; or, hope hi effiidtin 1 1\ NY fpirit finks within me, Lord, JL V JL But I will call thy name to mind, And times of paft diltrefs record, When I have found my God was kind. 2 Huge troubles with tumult'ous noife Swell like a fea and round me fpread ; The riling waves drown all my joys, And roll tremend'ous o'er my head. : Vet will the Lord command his love, Whtti I addrefs his throne by day, Nor in th.et night his grace remove : night fhall hear me fing and pray. a. I'll cafi myfelr before his fttt, And fay " My God, my heav'nly rock, il Why doth thy love fe long forget '.*■ The foul that groans beneath thy itroke ?" 5 ['il chide my heart that finks fo low, ly ihculd my foul indulge her grief; PSALM XLIIf. %7 Hope in the Lord and praife him too ; He is my reil my fure relief. My God, my moil exceeding joy, Thy light and truth ihall guide me frill, Thy word mail my beft thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heav'niy hill. PSALM 43. Common Metre. Safify in Divine Protection. JtJDGE me, O God, and plead my Qaufe, Againft a finful race ; From vile opreffion and deceit Secure me by thy grace. On thee my iledfait hope depends, And am I left to mourn ? To link in forrows, and in vain, Implore thy kind return ? Oh fend thy light to guide my feet. And bid thy truth appear, Conduct me to thy holy hill, To taile thy mercies there. Then to thy altar, oh my God, % joyful feet [hall rife, And my triumphant fohgs fliall praife; The- God that rule's the (kle ■;. ; Sink not my foul, beneath thy fea,r, Nor yield to weak defpair ; Fori mall live to praife the Lord, And bltis hl> guardian care, VSALM 44. Ver. • 1, 2, 3, 8, 15,110. The Ch-rclrs Complaint in Pcrfecutio/:. LORD tve have heard thy works of old,, Thy Hork: of pow'r and grace, 38 P S A L M XLIV. When to our ears our fathers told, The wonders of their days. 2 They faw thy beaut'ous churches rife, The fpreadirig gofpel run ; While light and glory from the flues Thro' all their temples (hone. 3 In God they boafted all the day, And in a chearful throng Did thoufands meet to praife and pray, And grace was all their fong. 4 But now our fouls are feiz'd withmame, Ccnfufion 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 heav'n, Nor have our fteps declined the road Of duty thou haitgiv'n, 6 Tiio' dragons all around us roar With their deftructive breath, And thine own hand has bruis'd us fore, Hard by the gates of death, Pause. 7 We -are expos'd all day to die, As martyrs for thy name ; As iheep for {laughter bound we lie, And wait the kindling flame. S Awake, arife, Almighty Lord, Why Deeps thy wonted grace ? Why mould we ieem like men abhor'd, Or baninVd from thy face ? 9 Wilt thou for ever call us o And Hill neglect our Qiks ? PSALM XLV. 89 For ever hide thine heav'nly love From our amicted eyes ? 10 Down to the dull our foul is bow'd, And dies upon the ground ; Rife for our help., rebuke thetrroud, And all their pow'rs confound. 11 Redeem us from perpetual fhame, Our Saviour and our God ; We plead the honours cf thy name. The merits of thy blood. PSALM 45. Short Metre. The Glory of Christ.. The Succe/s of the Go/pel, and the Gentile Church. 1 T%/TY Saviour and my King, JVJL Thy beauties are divine ; Thy lips with bleffings overflow, And ev'ry grace is thine. 2 Now make thy glory known, Gird on thy dreadful fword, And rife in majefty to fpread The conquefts of thy word. 3 Strike thro* thy ilubborn foes., Or make their hearts obey. While juilice, meeknefs, grace and truti- Attend thy glorious way. 4 Thy laws. O God, are right, Thy throne mall ever Hand ; And thy victorious gofpel pro1/; A fceptre in thy hand. 5 [Thy Father and thy God Hath without meafure med His fpirit like a grateful oil T' anoint thy facred head.] 9o PSALM XLV. 6 [Behold, at thy right hand The Gentile church is feen, A beaut'ous bride in rich attire, Ajid princes guard the Queen.] 7 Fair bride, receive his love, Forget thy father's houfe, For fake thy gods, thy idol-gods, And pay the Lord thy vows. S Oh let thy God and King Thy fweeteil thoughts employ ; Thy children lhall his honour fing And talte the heav'nly joy. PSALM 45. Common Metre. 'The ferfmal glories and government c/Christ, 1 T'LL fpeak the honours of my King, X His form divinely fair : None of the fons of mortal race May with the Lord compare. z Swee* is thy fpeech, and heav'nly grace Upon thy lips is fhed ; Thy God with bleffings infinite Hath crown'd thy Tacredhead. 3 Gird on thy fword, victorious prince, Ride with majeftic fway ; Thy terror {hall ftrike thro' thy foes, And make the world obey. 4 Thy throne, O God, forever ltands, Thy word of grace mail prove A peaceful fceptre in thy handb, To rule thy faints by love. 5 juftice and truth attend thee lhll, But mercy is thy choice : I PSALM XLV-. 91 And God, thy God, thy foul mall fill With moll peculiar joys. PSALM 45. FirftPart. Long Metre, The glory c/Chri 3 t , and the po~jjer of his gofpeh. NOW be my heart infpir'd to iing The glories of my Saviour King, Jefus the Lord : how heav'niy fair His form ! how bright his beauties are ! ? O'er all the fons of human race He mines with far fuperior grace, Love from his lips divinely flows, And bleiiings all his Hate compofe. 3 Drefs thee in arms,, moil mighty Lord, Gird on the terror of thy fword, In majeily and glcry ride With truth and meeknefs at thy fide. 4 Thine anger like a pointed dart? Shall pierce the foes of ftu-bborn heart ; Or words of mercy kind and fweet Shall melt the rebels at thy feet. 5 Thy throne, O God, for ever Hands, Grace is the fceptre in thy hands ; Thy laws and works are jufl and right, Bat grace andjuftice thy delight. 6 God, thine own God, has richly (hed His oil cf gladnefs on thy head ; And with his facred Spirit blefl His flr'i-b-;.r;i Son above the reft. PSALM 15, Second Part. Long Metre. Christ aitd'his church i t$tyfhemyfiicalm£rrw?e I /~|~^Hc. King of fainis how fair his face* . JL AcornM with majeiry and gs .cr 92 PSALM XL VI. 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 pureft gold ; The world admires her heav'nly dreil ; Her robes of joy and rjghteoufnefs. 3 He forms her beauties like his own, Ke calls and feats her near his throne ; Fair itranger, let thine heart forget The idols of thy native fcate. 4 So fhali the King the more rejoice , In thee the favorite of his choice ; Let him be iov'd and yet ador'd, For he's thy Maker and thy Lord. 5 Oh happy hour, when thou (halt rife To his fair palace in the ikies, And all thy ions (a num'rous train) Each like a prince in glory reign. 6 Let endlefs honours crown his head ; Let ev'ry age his praifes fpread ; While we with chearful fongs approve The condefceniion of his love. ' PSALM 4.6. FirflPart. Long Metre. The Church's S&fety and Triumph among Ka iional Defolalions. i >^^OD is the refuge of his Taints, V_T When iiorms of iharp di.arefs invade , Ere we can offer our complaints, Eehoid himprefent withir> 2 Let mountain? from their fc rj'd Down to the < PSALM XLVI. 93 Convulfions fhake the folid world, Our faith ihall never yield to fear. Loud may the troubled ocean roar, In facred peace our fouls abide, While ev'ry nation, ev'ry more Trembles and dreads the fwelling tide, There is a ftrearn whofe gentle flow Supplies the city of our God ! Life, love and joy ftill gliding thro* And wat'ring our divine abode. That facred ftrearn thine holy word, Supports our faith, our fear controuls, Sweet peace thy promifes afford, And give new ftrength to fainting fouls. Sion enjoys her monarch's loxre, Secure agamft a threat'ning hour : Nor can her hrm foundation move, Built on his truth, and ann'd with pow'r. r ' PSALM 46. Second Pare. Long Metre. God fights fur his Church. 1 T ET Z ion in J er king rejoice, J_^ Tho' ryrantj rage, and kingdoms rife, lie utters his almighty voice, The nations melt, the tumult dies. i The Lord of old for Jacob fought, And Jacob's God is ftill our aid ; Behold the works his hand has wrought, r.oir.dons he has made. > fea, through all the mores He e noiie of battle ceafe ; . nigh his thunder roars, :remb!iitg world to peace' 94 r 5 A L 1V1 AL.V11. 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the fpear, Chariots he burns with heav'nly flame ;| Let earth in iilent wonder hear I The found and glory of his name. 5 .'* Be ftill, and learn that I am God, " I reign exalted o'er the lands, il I will be known and fear'd abroad, " But ftill my throne in Zion Hands." 6 O Lord of hofts, almighty king, While we fo near thy prefence dwell, Our faith fhall fit fecure, and fmg, Nor fear the raging pow'rs of hdL PSALM 47. Common Metre Christ's Afcending and Reigfiing. 1 /~"\K for a fliout of facred joy V^/ To God the fov'reign king ! Let ev'ry land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph fmg. 2 jefus our God afcends on high, His heav'nly guards around Attend him, rifing thro' the fey, With trumpet's joyful found. While angels ihout and praife their king, Let mortals learn their (trains : Let ail the earth his honours ling : O'er all the earth he reigns. 4 Rchearfe his praife with awe profound, Let knowledge guide the ibng ; Nor mock bum with a folemn icani Upon a tiioughilei's tongue. 5 In Ifraei ftoo above the fey. PSALM XLIX. 97 PSALM 49. Ver. 6, 14. Firft Part. Common Metre. ] Pride and J>eaih '; Or, the Vanity of Life and Riches. 1 IT7HY doth the man of riches grow VV To infolence and pride, To fee his wealth and honours flow With ev'ry rifing tide. [2 Why doth he treat the poor with (corn, Made of the felf-fame clay, And boaft as though his flefh were born Of better daft than they ? 3 Not all his treafures can procure His foul a ihort reprieve, Redeem from death one guilty hour* Or make his brother live. 4 Eternal life can ne'er be fold> The ranfom is too high ; juftice will ne'er be brib'd with gold^ That man may never die.] 5 He fees the brutiih and the wife, The tim'rbus and the brave Quit their pofteffions clofe their eyes, And ha{ten to the grave. 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, " My houfe ihall ever ftand ; Ci And that my name may long abide " I'll give it to my land." 7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lofi. How foon his mem'ry dies I His name is buried in the dull* Where his own body lie*. P 93 PSALM XLIX. A U S E, 3 This is the folly of their way ! And yet their fons, as vain, Approve the words their fathers fay, And a£t their works again. 9 Men void of ■nvifdom and of grace. Though honor raife them high, Live like the beafl, a thoughtless race, And like the beaft they die, [jo Laid in the*grave, like filly flieep, Death triumphs o'er them there, Till the lait. trumpet breaks their fieep, And wakes them in difpair.] PSALM 49. Ver. 14, 15. Second Part, Common Metre. Death and the Refurrettion. l "\7^E fons of pride, that hate the jull, \ And trample on the poor, :n death has brought you down to dull, Your pomp mail rife no more. 1 The lafr great day mail change the fcene ; When will that hour appear ! When mail the juil revive, and reign O'er ail that fcorn'd them here ? 3 God will my naked foul receive, CalPd from the world away, And break the prifon of the grave, To raiie my mould'ring cia> , 4 Heav'n is my everlafting heme, Th' inheritance is fure ; Let men of pride their rag; But I'U repine no more ? S A L M L. 9g PSALM 49. Long Metre. 'he Rich jinner' 's death, and the faint 's Refur- reSiion. 1 117HY do the proud infult the poor : \ V And boaft the large eftates they haver How vain are riches to fecure Their haughty owners from the grave j 2 They can't redeem an hour from death With all the wealth in which they trait ; Nor give a dying brother breath, When God commands-IAn down to daft. 3 There the dark earth and difmal made Shall clafp their naked bodies round : That flefh fo delicately fed Lies cold and moulders in the ground. 4 Like thoughtlefs fheep the fmner dies, And leaves his glories in the tomb : The faints fhall in the morning rife, And hear the oppreffor's awful doom, 5 His honours perifh in the dull, - And pomp and beauty, birth and blood : That glorious day exalts the juft To full dominion o'er the proud. 6 My faviour fhall my life reftore, And raife me from my dark abode ; My fleih and foul fnall part no more, But dwell forever near my god. PSALM 50. ver. i5— -6- . Firft Part. Common Metre. The laft judgment : or, The faints Rewarded. T'HELord,the judge, before his throne Bids the whole earth draw nigh, The nations near the rifmg fun, And near the weftern iky, *oo PSALM L. 2 No more fhall bold blafphemers fay, Judgment mail ne'er begin : No more abufe his long delay- To impudence and fin. 3 Thron'd on a cloud our God fhall come. Bright flames prepare his way, Thunder and darknefs, fire and itorm Lead oh the dreadful day. 4 Heav'n from above his call fhall hear, Attending angels come, And eartn an^jiell fhall know, and fear His jufHce and their doom. 5 '* But gather all my faints (he cries) " PFJiat made their peace with God, " By the Redeemer's facrifce, " And feal'd it with his Mood. 6 " Their faith and works, brought forth to " Shan make the world confefs [light, ".* My fentence of reward is right, " And heav'n adore my grace. PSALM 50. Ver. 10, 11, 14, 15, 2$. Second part. Common Metre. edience is heiierihan Sacrifice. HUo iai.h the Lord, " '1 he fpacious field:, " And flocks and re mine ; O'er all the eattle of the hills " I claim a right divine. ! aik nofheep for fac : or buiiocks burnt with ;^re ; To hope and love, to pray and praitg, " Is ail that I require. Invoke my name when trouble " My band ihal! let thee free : PSALM L. joi il Then fhall my thankful lips declare " The honor due to me. " The man that offers humble praife, " Declares my glory belt. : C( And thofe that tread my holy ways " Shall my falvatiou tafte. 3SALM 50. ver. 1, 5,8, 16,21, 22. Third Part. Common Metre. The Judgment of hypocrites 1 f T THEN Chrift to judgment (hall de- W fcend, And faints furround their Lord, He calls the nations to attend, And hear his awful word. 2 " Not for the want of bullocks (lain t( Will I the world reprove ; " Altars, and rites, and forms, are vain " Without the fire of love 3 " And what have hypocrites to. do " To bring their facrifice ? " They call my ftatutes juft and true, " But deal in theft and lies. 4ring them, ye angels, from their diftant lands . j Behold my cov'nant flands for ever good, Seal'd by the eternal facrifxe in blood, And iign'd with all their names, the Greek [the jew, That paid the ancient worfliip or the new. There's no diltinction here, prepare their [ thrones, And near me feat my fav'rites and my fons, 4 1, their almighty Saviour and their God, I am their judge ; Ye heav'ns proclaim abroad My juffc eternal fentence, and declare Thofe awful truths, that firiners dread to hear jj Sinners in Sion, tremble and retire ; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 5 Not for the want of goats of bullocks flain Do I condemn thee ; bulls and goats "are vT.in^ Without the flames of love ; in vain the More, Of brutal ofPrings that were mine before : Mine are the tamer beafts and {3 .vsge breed, Flocks herds and fields, and foreits where [they f'zed. 6 If I were hungry, would Iafk thee food ? Whendidlthirft, or tafte the victims blood ? Can I be natter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy folmn chatt'rings and fantaitic vows ? Are my eyes charm'd thy rellments to behold. Glaring in gems and gay in woven gold ? yUnthm:.: trig wretch I how could'it thcu hope tc AGod, a ipirit, with fuch toys as tlieie? [pleafe Wiiil; \vith my grace and ftatutes on thy [tongue., Thou lov'irdeceit, and doft thy brother wrong; In vain to ^ious forms thy zeal-pretends, Thieves and adulterers are-.:hy chofen friends, io4 PSALM L. £ Silent I waited with lon^ fuff'rirg love, But didft thou hope that 1 fhould ne'er reprove ? And cherifh fuch an impious thought within, That Gor1 the righteou-. would indulge thy i'«n ? Behold my terrors now ; my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty foul. 9 Sinners, awa\e betires; ye focls, be wife; Awake before this dreadful morning rife ;[amend, Change your vain thoughts, your finful works Fly to the Saviou - make the Judge your friend } Left like a lion his laft veng\nce tear Your trembling fouls, and no del v'rer near. PSALM 50. To the old proper Tune. The laji Judgment. "irT~,HE God of glory fends his fumir.ons forth, JL Calls the fouth nations and awakes the nortk ; Fro-n eait to weft the fov'reign orders fpread, Th'o' diRmt worlds and regions of the dead. Tkt trumpet founds, hell trembles, heav'nrejoi es ; Lift up you r /leads, ye faints, with cheerful voices. 2 *»o more fhall athei ftsmock his long delay ; His veng'ance fleeps no more : behold the day ; Behold the Judge defcends ; his guards are nigh : Temptfls and fire attend him down the fky. When God appears, all nature 'fhall adore him ; While fiunzrs tremble, faints rejoice before him. v'u. earth, and hell, drawnear : let all things • To bear ay ju'lice and the finnersduom ;[corac " Hut gather hVft my Paints, the Judge commands, igtherry, ye angels, f.-om their difiant lands. thrift returns, wake every cheerful patfion ; ■: fanus, he comes for yonr fa\ ration. ray, cov'nant (lands for ever g> eternal Sacrifice m V'b d, P S A L M L. « 105 «« A nd fign'd with all their names ; the Grcdk, the; ** That paid the ancient worship or the new:"[Jew' There* s no diJiinSlioit here: join all your voices, And raife your heads , ye faints ,f or hea^n rejoices. 5 «« Here (faith the Lord) ye angels fpread their thrones, " And near me feat my fay'rites and my ions, " Come, my redeemM. pqllefs the joys prepar'd «' Ere time began, 'tis your divine teward When. Chrifl returns , And form my fpirit pure and true ; Oh make me wife betimes to fpy My danger and my remedy.] 4. Behold I fall before thy face ; My only refuge is thy grace ; No outward forms can make me clean ; The leprofy lies deep within. 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beaft, Nov hyifop branch, nor fprinkling prierh Nor tanning brook, nor flood, nor fea,( Can wafh the difmal itain away. 6 jefus, my God, thy blood alone Hath pow'r iulfkient to atone : Thy blood can make me white as fnow ; >Jo Jewifh types could cleanfe me fo. • While guilt diliurbs and breaks my peace.. Nor ilcfh nor foul hath reft or 'eaic: : Lordi let ine hear thy pard'ning voice, make my broken heart rejoice. PSALM LI. 109 PSALM 51. Third Part. Long Met. The Backjlider rejlored y or, Repentance and Faith in the Blood ^Christ. 1 /^\ Thou that hear'ft when fmners cry, V_J* Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my foul averfe to fin ; Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy prefence trom my heart. J I cannot live without thy light, 'Call out and banifn'd from thy fight; * Thine holy joys, my God, reltore, And guard me, that I fall no more. 4 Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, Thy help and comfort ilill afford ; And let a wretch come near thy thresh To plead the merits of thy Son. 5 A broken heart, my God, my King, Is' all the facriiice I bring : The God of grace will ne'er defpifs A broken heart for facrifice. 6 My foul lies humbled in the dull, And owns thy dreadful fentence juft : Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And uive the foul condemn'd to die.: ;each the world thy ways ; Sirntri flr5.il learn thy fov'reign grace ; y Saviour''; Wood, Axil 1. .-. j {hail praile a pard'nmg God- no ? S A L M LI. 8 O may thy love inipire my tongue ! Salvation {hall be all my ibng : And all my pow'rs mail join to blefs The Lord my ftreftgth and righteoufhefs. PSALM 51. v. 3—13. Firft Part. C. M. Original and actual Sin ccnfcjjsd and par dene d. 1 Y ORD, I would fpread my fore qiftreis, JL/ And guilt before thine eyes ; Agiinil thy laws, again!!: thy grace, How high my crimes arife ! 2 Shouldft thou condemn my foul to hell, And crufti my flefli to dull, Heav'n would approve thy vengfance well, And earth mult own it juft, 3 I from the ftock of Adam came, Unholy and unclean ; All my original is mamc, And all my nature im. 4 Born irr a world of guilt, I drew Contagion with my breath ; And as my days advane'd, I grew A jufter prey for death. 5 Cieaafe me, O Lord, and cheer my foul With thy forgiving love ; O make my broken ipirit whole, And bid my pains remove, 6 Let not thy fpirit e'er depart. Nor drive me from thy face i Create a-new my vicioui he And fill it with thy grace. j Then will I make thy mercy kno •.<• a .Before the fans of men $ PSALM LII. in Backfliders {hall addrefs thy throne, And turn to God again. PSALM 51. v. 14 — 17. 2d Part. Com. Met. Repentance and Faith in the Blood cf C k p. 1 s t , 1 S~*\ GOD cf mercy, hear my call, \J My loads of guilt remove, Break down this fcparating wall That bars me from thy love. 2 Give me the prefence of thy grace, Then my rejoicingp tongue Shall (peak aloud thy rightepufnefs, And make thy praife my fdeg. 3 No blood of goats nor heifer ftain For iin ccuid e;er atone :. The death of Chrift mail flill remain Sufficient and alone. 4 A foul opprefl with fin's defert My God will ne'er defpiie ; An humble groan, a broken heart Is our beft facriike. PSALM 52. Common j8b&& The Difeff ointment cf the i-Vicied. JriY fhculd the mighty make tfc And heavenly grace de?p:;c:r -bo- In their own arm they put their trttifc, And £11 their mouths with lies. B.;* £fod in vengeance lhall defiroy, a- :i .l;v;-r them from hit face ; (feaS'thef hischaiti annoy, 3i jarth. a place. olive grove, I::»<. d in ii&sor&l green, 112 PSALM LII. Thy children, blooming in thy love, Amiait thy courts are feen, 4 On thine eternal grace, O Lord, Thy faints (hall rert fecure, And all who truft thy holy word, Shall find falvation fure. PSALM 52. Long Metre. The folly of Self-dependance . 1 "\KT^^ Should t"e haughty hero boait, W His vengefal arm, his warlike holt? While blood deiiles his cruel hand, And defoiation waftes the land. 2 He joys to hear the Captive's cry, The widow's groan, the orphans's figh : And when the weary'd fword would fpare, His faiiehood fpreads the fatal fnare. 3 Ke triumphs in the deeds of wrong, And arms -with rage his impious tongue ; With pride proclaims his dreadful povv'r, And bids the trembling world adore, 4 But God beholds, and with a frown, Caits to the dull his honours down ; The righteous freed, their hopes recal, And hail the proud opprefTors fall. 5 How low the infulting tyrant lies, Who dar'd the eternal Pow'r difpife ; And vainly deem'd with envious joy, His arm almighty to deitroy. 6 Wepraife the Lord, who heard our criei, And fent falvation from the ikies ; The faints, who faw our mournful day:, ShalljVin our grateful fongs of p^atfe, PSALM LIV. H3 PSALM 53. 4-- 6. Common Metre. Vi Story and deliverance from Perfecuticn, 1 A RE all the foes of Sion fools, ■jfTL Who thus deftroy her faints ? Do they not know her Saviour rules, And pities her complaints r 2 They mall be feiz'd with fed furprife : For God's avenging arm Shall cruih the hand that dares arife, To do his children harm. 3 In vain the fons of Satan boarl Or armies in array ; When God has firft defpis'd their holts., They fall an eafy prey. 4 Oh for a word from Sion's King, Her captives to refcore ! Thy joyful faints thy praife mail fmg, And Ifrael weep no more. PSALM 54. Common Metre, 1 XJ EHOLD us Lord and let our cry JLJ Before thy throne afcend, Call: thou on us a pitying eye, And Hill our lives defend. 2 For flaught'ring foes infult us round, Opprellive oroad and vain, They cat thy temples to the ground, And all oar rites prophage. 3 Yet thy forgiving grace we trail, And in thy pow'r rejoice ; T/.irte arm ihali cruHi oar fbes to dull, Thy praife iafpires our voice. 4 Be iofe whofe frbndly «and Upheld us in diiirefs. ii4 P S A L M LV. Extend thy truth thro' ev'ry land, And ftill thy people blefs. PSALM 55. v. 1— -8, 16, 17, 18, 22. CM. Support for the AJJiicled and Tempted Soul. i ^\ GOD, my refuge, hear my cries, %*J Behold my Mowing tears, For earth and heil my hurtdevife, And triumph in my fears. z Their rage is levei'd at my life, My foai with guilt they load. And till my thoughts with inward ftrifc To lhake my hope in God. 3 What inward pains my heart-firings wound, I groan with ev'ry breath ; Horror and fear befet me round Amongit the {hades of death. 4 Oh. were Hike a feather'd dovei And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove From all thefe reitiefs things. 5 Lzt me to fome wild defart go, ' And find a peaceful home, * Vile re ilorms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 6 Vain hopes, and vara inventions nil Tg 'icape eh^rage of hell ! ;hty God, on whom I call, Can iave me here as well. Pause. 7 By moraing light I'll ieek his face, At noon repeat mycry. The night ihail hear me alk his grare, Nor will he long deny. PSALM LV. . 115 God mall prefer ve my fcul from fear, Or ihield me when afraid : Ten thoaiand angels mufc appear It he command their aid. g I caft my burdens on the Lord, The Lord fuftains' them all : My courage refcs upon his word, That faints fhall never fall. 10 My highefl hopes mail not be vain. My lips fhall fpread his praife ; While cruel and deceitful men, Scarce live out half their days. PSALM 55. v. 15, 16,17,19,22. S. Met 1 T ET finners take their courie, I j And chufe the road to death ; But in the worfhip of my God I'll fpend my daily breath. 2 My thoughts addrefs his throne,, When morning brings the light ; I feekhis bleiling ev'ry noon, And pay my vows at night. 3 Thou wilt regard my cries, O my eternal God, While tinners perifh in fiirprife Beneath thine angry rocl. 4 Becaufe they dwell at eafe,- And no fad changes feel, They neither fear, nor truft thy jhaifie* Nor learn to do thy will. 5 Bat I with all my cares- Will lean upon the Lord : i'li cail my burdens on his amr, And reft upon his vrord. 116 P S A'L M LVI. 6 His arm mail well fuilain The children of his love : The ground on which their fafety Hands, No earthly pow'r can move. PSALM 56. Common Metre. "Deliverance from OppreJJion and Faljhood ; or, GGD's Care of bis People, in Anpxerto Faith and Prayer. Thou, whofe juftice reigns on high, And makes th' oppreffor ceafe, Behold how envious Tinners try To vex and break my peace. The Cons of violence and lies Join to devour me, Lord: But as my hourly dangers rife, My refuge is thy word. In God moll holy, juft, and true, I have repos'd my trull : Nor will I fear what flelli can do, The offspring of the duM. They wreft my words to mifchief ftill, Charge me with unknown faults : For mifchiejfs all their counfels nil, And malice all their thoughts. Shall they efcape without thy frown? Muft their devifcs ftahd ? Oh call the haughty fmner down, And let him know thy hand ! Pa use. God fees the for:- ows of his faints, Their groan , \n ears ? Thy mercy counts my juft complaints. And numbers all my tears. When to thy v 11 one I raiie my »: The wicked fear and .flee ; PSALM LVII. 117 So fwift is prayer to reach the iky, So near is God to me. 8 In thee, moil holy, juft, and true, I have repos'ci my trull ; Nor will I fear what man can do, The offspring of the duil, 9 Thy folemn vows are on me. Lord, Thou ihalt receive my praiie ; I'll fing, (f how faithful is thy word ! " How Righteous all thy ways W 10 Thou hail fecur'd my foul from death, Oh fet thy pris'ner free, That heart and hand, and life and breath May be empioy'd for thee. PSALM 57. Long Metre. Praifefcr protection j Grace and truth. iTIy/TY God, in whom are all the fprings J.VxGfbcundlefs love and grace unknown. Hide me beneath thy fpreading v. mgs, Till the dark cloud is overblown.0 2 Up to the heav'ns I fend my cry, The Lord will my deiires perform ; Ke fends his angles from the iky, Andfaves me from the threatening itorm, 3 Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the heav:ns, where angels dwell ; Ti.-j pow'r or earth be known abroad, And land to land thy w cinders tell. 5 My heart is £x5d ; my iop^ mail raiie Immortal Honoars to thy name : Awake, my tongue, to found his praile, My tongue the g^ory of my frame. G 2 u8 PSALM LVIII. 5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmoft. iky : His truth to endlefs years remains, When lower worlds difiblve and die. 6 Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the heav'ns, where angels dwell : Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. PS ALM 58. As the 113th Pfalm. Warning to Magi/i rates. 1 TUDGE8, who rule the world by laws, J Will ye defpife the righteous caufe When vile oppreiuon wailes the land ? Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, And let rich fmners 'fcape fecure, [hand? While gold and greatnefs bribe your 2 Hive ye forgot, or never knew That God will judge the judges too! High in the heavens his jmrice reigns. Yet you invade the rights of God; . And fend your bold decrees abroad, To bind the confcience in your chains. 3 A poilbn'd arrow is your tongue, The arrow iharp, the poifon itrong, And death attends where'er it wounds ; You hear no counfels, cries or tears : So the deaf adder flops her ears ! Agamrl the pow'r of charming founds, 4. Breakout their teeth, eternal God, Thofe teeth of lions dy'd in blood. ; And crufh the ferpents in the duifc : As empty chaff, when whiriwiads rife, Before the fweeping tempeft flic*, So let their hopes and aames;bys4o& P S A L M LIX. 119 |> TV Almighty thunders from the iky, Their grandeur melts, their titles die, As hills of fnow diiTolve and run ; Or mails that perifh in their ilime, Or births that come before their time, Vain births that never fee the fun. 6 Thus fhall the veng'ance of the Lord Safety and joy to faints afford ; And all that h?ar ihall join and fay, « Sure there's a God that rules on high, " A God that hears his children cry, " And will their fufte rings well repay.'l P S A L M 59. Short Metre. Prayer for national Detiverzncz. 1 l^ROM foes that round us rifej, F O God of Heav'n defend. Who brave the veng'ance of the fkiqfe And with thy faints contend. 2 Behold from di&ant fhbres, And defert wilds they come-, Combine for blood their barb'rcus f: And thro' thy cities roam. 3 Beneath the filent made Their fecret plots tkby lay, Our peaceful walls by night invade, And waile the fields by dzy. 4 And will the God of grace, irdlefs of our pain, Permit, fecure, that impious race, To riot in their reign ? 5 In vain their fecrei guile " Or open fcrce they greys 1 i2o PSALM LX. His eye can pierce the deepeft veil, His hand their ilrength remove. 6 Yet fave them, Lord, from death, Left we forget their doom : But drive them, with thine angry breath, Through diiiant lands to roam. 7 Then fhall our grateful voice Proclaim your guardian God: The natious round the earth rejoice, And found thy praife abroad. PSALM 60 Common Metre. Looking to God in the dijirefs oftvar. 1 T ORD, thou haft fcourg'd our guilty land, JL^ Behold the people mourn ; Shall vengance ever guide thy hand And mercy ne'er return ? 2 Beneath the terrors of thine eye Earth's haughty towers decay ; Thy frowning mantle fpreads the fky And mortals melt away. 3 Our Zion trembles at thy firoke, And dreads thy lifted hand ! Oh, heal the people thou hail hroks, And fave the (inking land. 4 Exalt thy banner in the field, Forthofe that fear thy name ; From barb'rous holts our nation fnield* And put our foes to (name. 5 Attend our armies to the fight, And be their guardian God ; In vain fhall namercus powers ilfcite Againfl thy Uf;cd roa. PSALM LXII. m 6 Our troops, beneath thy guideing hand, Shall gain a glad renown : *Tis God who makes the feeble {land, And treads the mighty down. PSALM 61. Ver. i, 6. Short Metre. Safety in God. I *f T 7HEN overwheim'd with grief VV My heart within me dies, Helplefs, and far from all relief, To heav'n I lift mine eyes. 1 Oh lead me to the rock That's high above my head, And make the covert of thy wings My ihelter and my made. 3 Within thvprefence, Lord, Forever I'll abide J Thou art the tower of my defence, The refuge where I hide. 4 Thou givefr me the lot Of thofe that fear thy name : - W endlefs life be their reward, I mail poiTefs the fame. PSALM 62. Ver. 5, 12. Long Metre. I\o Truft in the Creatures ; or, Faith iu divine Grace and Po~ver. y fpirit looks to God alone : My rock and refuge is his throne : in all my fears, in all my ftraits, My foul on his falvation waits: Trur> him,, ye faints, in ail your ways, Pour out your hearts before his face ; When helpers fail, and foes. invade* He is our ail fuilicient aid. 122 PSALM LXIIL 3 Falfe are the men of high degree, The bafer fort are vanity : Laid in the balance both appear Light as a puff of empty air. 4 Make not increafing gold your truft, Nor fet your hearts on glitt'ring dull : Why will you grafp the fleeting fmoak, And not believe what God has fpoke. 5 Once has his awful voice declar'd, Once and again my ears have heard, All pow'r 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 lait reward. PSALM 63. ver. 1,2,5,3,4. Firft Part. Common Metre. l^be Morning of a Lord's Day. 3 T^ ARLY, my God, without delay, Jt!/ 1 hafte to feek thy face ; My thirfty fpirit faints away Without thy cheering grace. 2 So pilgrims on the fcorching land Beneath a burning fky, Long fjr a cooling itream at hand, And they mult drink or die. 3 I've feen thy glory and thy pow'r Thro' alJ thy temple ihine ; My God; repeat that heav'nly hour, That \ ifom ib divine. 5 Not all the blcfTmgs hi a fraft Can plcafe my ioul fo \ PSALM LXIII. 12 $ I is when thy richer grace I taile, And in thy prefence dwell. >Iot life itfelf, with all its joys, Can my beft pailions move, Or raife fa high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love. ■Thus till -my laft expiring day I'll blefs my God and King ; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, I And tune my lips to fing. BALM 63. Ver. 6—10. Second Part. Common Metre. Midnight Thoughts recdlecied. ' V"|~^WAS in the watches of the night JL I thought upon thy pow'r, I kept thy lovely face in fight Amidil the darker!: hour. My flefn lay selling on my bed, My foul arofe on high ; t( My God, my life, my hope, I faid, " Bring thy falvation nigh. My fpirit labours up thine hill, And climbs the heav'nly road But thy right hand upholds me ilill, Whi le I 3111 (be my God. Thy m ercy a. eiches o'er my head the fn&do*-. of thy wings: My Ui H r "'io xes in i",va&es thine aid, and fmgs. :SMi f: t The tempte And all ir r S -,' ! ?ers of I rage .all tor Las bef my peace in vain : ever ceafe, 124 PSALM LXin. 5 Bat the deftroyers of my peace Shall fret and rage in vain ; The tempter mall forever ceafe, And all my iins be ilain. 6 Thy fvvord mall give my foes to death, And fend them down to dwell In the dark caverns of the earth, Or in the deeps of hell. PSALM 63. Long Metre. Lunging after God ; or, The Love cf Qodbettt than Lift. 1 /""^ Reat God, indulge my humble claim VJ" Thou art my hope, my joy, my reft The glories that compofe thy name Stand all engag'd to make me bleiL 2 Thou great and good, thoujuft 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 thirtly lands Pant for the cooling water brook. 4 With early feet I love t'appear Among thy faints, and feek thy face, Oft' have I feen thy glory there, And felt thepow'rof fov'reign grace. 5 Nor fruits or wines, that tempt our taftej No pleafures that to fenfe belong Could make me fo divinely blcit. Or raife fo high my chcarfui 6 My life itfelf without thy k>ve No taite or pleaiare could a^ord $ ... im-h'i — r-l — T7T - -r ■ ■ ) • ■ 1 • ' I PSALM LXIII. 125 *Twould but a tirefome burden pro\re, If I were banifh'd from the Lord. Amidft the wakeful hours of night, When bufy cares afflict my head, One thought of thee gives new delight, And adds refrefnment to my bed. 8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raife my voice, While I have breath to pray or praife ; This work (hall make my heart rejoice, And blefs the remnant of my days. P S A L M 63. Short Metre. Seeking Gad. 1 T\yTY God permit my tongue .1VJL This joy, to call thee mine : And let my early cries prevail To taile thy love divine. 2 My thirfty fainting foul Thy mercy does implore : - Not travellers in defert lands Can pant for water more. 3 Within thy churches. Lord, I long to find my place, • Tky pow'r and glory to behokl, And feel thy quick'ning grace. 4 For life withctot thy Icve r afford : ie tne .. ' iu; rey hands, _ life thee while 1 live ; ch dainties of a fcai't oleafure give. 126 P S A L M LXV. 6 Jn wakeful hours of night I call ray God to mind ; I think how wife thy counfels are, And all thy dealings kind. 7 Since thou hail been my help, ' To thee my fpirit flies, And on thy vatch/ul providence My cheerfal hope relies. 2 The ihadowof thy wings My foul in fafety keeps : Vll follow where my father leads, And he fupport:; my ileps. P S A L M 64. Long Metre. 1 f~^ R.EAT God, attend to my complaint, \jj Nor let ray drooping fpirit faint ; When foes in\fecret fpread the {hare, Let my falvation be thy care. 2 Shield me without, and guard within, From treacherous foes and deadly fia ; May envy, lull and pride depart, And heawnly grace expand my heart. 3 Thy jufiice and thy pow'r difplay, Arid foatter far thy foes away ; WJiile iiiVning nation^ learn thy word, And faints criumphant blefs the Lord. 4 Then (hall thy church exalt her voice, . 1 ha: love thy name rejoice ; Ly faith appioach mine awfai throne, A plead the merits of thy Son. PSALM 65. v. 1,5. Firft Part. Long Public Fi:iyri- n.-zd Praije. \ ^T . ue of Zion w a ft, X MyGvdjandpraiiebec P S A L M LXV. 127 There mall thy faints thy glory fee, ' . And there : perform their public vows, I O thou, whofe mercy bends the ikies, To fave when humble fmners pray, All lands to thee fhall lift their eyes, And ev'ry yielding heart obey. 3 Againft my will, my fins prevail, But grace fhall purge away the (lain ; The blood of Chrift will never fail To warn, my garments white again. 4 Blefs'd is the man whom thou fhalt'choofe,. And give him kind accefs to thee ; Give him a place within thy houie, To taile thy love divinely free. Pause,- 5 Let Babel fear when Zion prays ; Babel, prepare for long diftrefs, . When Zion's God himfeif arrays In terror and in righteoumels. 6 With dreadful glory God fulfils What his ainicied faints requeit; And with almighty wrath reveals His love, to give hi* 'churches reft. 7 Then (hall the flocking nations run To Zion's hill, ana own their Lord ; The riftng and the letting fun Shall lee the oaviour s name adord. PSALM 6 ir.riots that attend thy itate. 2 Not Sin?i's mountain could appear Mere glorious when the Lord was there ; While hepronoune'd his dreadful law, And firuck the chofen tribes with awe. 136 PSALM LXVIII. 3 How bright the triumph none can tell, When the rebellious povv'rs of hell, That thoufand fouls had captive made, Were all in chains like captives led. 4 Rais?d by his Father to the throne, He fent his promis'd fpirit down, With gifts and grace for rebel men, That God might dwell on earth again. PSALM 68. v. 19, 9, 20, 21, 22. 3d Part. Praife for Temporal BkJJings ; or, Common and fpecial Mercies. 1 II/E blefs the Lord, the juft, the good, VV' Who fills our hearts with heav'nly Who pours his blefTings from the flues, [food; 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, Refreih the thirfty earth again. 3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, And all our near efcapes from death : Safety and health to God belong ; Ke heals tL, weak, and guards the ilrong. 4 He makes the faint and finner prove The common bleffings of his love ; But the wide difference that remains Is endlefs joy or endlefs pains. 5 The Lord, that bjnis'4 the ferpent's head, On all the jferpent-s leed {Hall tread, The ftubborn finnei's heart confound, And fmite him with -4 tailing wound.. 6 But his right hand his faints i: From the deep earth, or deeper 1 I PSAL M LX1X. 137 And bring them to his court above, There {hall they tafte his fpecial love, PSALM 69. Ver. 1, 14. Firft Part. Common Meire, JZhe Sufferings of Christ for our Salvation* 1 " QAVE me, O God, the fwelling floods* 1^ " Break in upon my foul : " I fink ; and forrows o'er my head " Like mighty waters roll. 2 (< I cry 'till all my voice be gone, " In tears I wafte the day ; f* My God, behold my longing eyes, " And Ihorten thy delay. 3 " They hate my foul without a caufe, " And ftill their number grows ; " More than the hairs around my head, " And mighty are my foes. j. « 'Twas then I paid that dreadful debt ** That men could never pay, " And gave thofe honours to thy law " Which finners took away." ; Thus, in the great Memah's name, The royal prophet mourns : Thus he awakes our hearts to grief, And gives us joy by turns. 1 " Now mail the faints rejoice and fisd (i Salvation in thy name, " For I have borne their heavy load " Ot fprrow, pain, and (frame. " Grief, like a garment, cloth' d me rounds " And fackcloth was my drefs, " While I procur'd for naked foul* £6 A robe of righteoufnefs, H 138 PSALM LXIX. 8 " Amcngft my brethren and the Jews " I like a ftranger Hood, " And bore their vile reproach to bring " The Gentiles near to God. g " I come in finful mortals Head « To do my Father's will : '* Yet when I cleans'd my Father's houfe, " They fcandaliz'd my zeal. 10" My fallings and my holy groans " Were made the drunkard's Cong; " But God from his celellial throne " Heard my complaining tongue. II" He fav'd me from the dreadful deep, " Where fears befet me round ; ct He rais'd and fix'd my finking feet " On well eltablifli'd grounds 1 z " 'Twas in a moft accepted hour, •' My pray'r arofe on high, ee And for my fake my God mail hear " The dying finner's cry." PSALM 69. Ver. 14, 21, 26, 29, 32. Second Part. Common Metre. . The PaJJion and Ex alt alien of Christ. I "fc^TOW let our lips with holy fear A.^i And mournful pleafure ling The fufPrings of our great Hign-Prieft, The forrows of our Kiu£. Z He finks in floods of dttp di&refs ; How high the waters rife ! While to his heav'nly Father's ear He fends perpetual tries; 3 " Hear me, O Lord, ard fave thy . " Nor hide :<• Faoe j PSA L M LXIX. 139 fC Why fhould thy fav'rite lock like one " Forfaken of thy grace ■ I f< With rage they perfecute the man " That greans beneath thy wound, iocd .fiV.'... i42 PSALM LXX. Reproaches at thy glory thrown, ) He felt and mourn' d them as his own.] 5 [His friends forfools, his followers fled, While foes and arms furround his head ; They curfe him with a iland'rous tongue, And the falfe judge maintains the wrong.] 6 [His life they load with hateful lies, And charge his lips with blafphemies : They nail him to the fhameful tree ; There hung the man that dy'd for me.] 7 But God beheld ; and,, from his throne, Marks out the men that hates his Son ; The hand that rais'd him from the dead Shall pour the veng'ance on their head. PSALM 70. Common Metre. Pre teuton again/} Per fori al Enemies. i TN hafte, O God, attend my call, J. Nor hear my cries in vain ; Oh let thy fpeed prevent my fall, And Hill my hope luilain. 2 When foes infidious wound my name, And tempt my foul aftray, Then let them fall with laiting fhame, To their own plots a prey. 3 While all that love thy name rejoice, And glcry 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 hafte n to my aid, Nor let thy giv.ce ^cluy. PSALM LXXL 143 PSALM 71. 5—9. FirftPart. Com. Met. The aged Saint' 's Reflection and Hope. 1 "]% /I Y God, my everlafting hope, iVjL I live upon thy truth ; Thine hands have held my childhood up, And itrengthen'd all my youth. 2 My flelh was faihion'd by thy pow'r With all theie limbs of mine And from my mother's painful hour I've been entirely thine. 3 Still has my life new wonders feen Repeated ev'ry year ; Behold my days thai yet remain, I trull them to thy care. 4 Call: me not off when ftrength declines, When hoary hairs arife ; And round me let thy glory fhine, Whene'er thy fervant dies. 5 Then in the hiii'ry of my age, When men review my days, They'll read thy love in ev'ry page. In ev'ry line thy praiie. PSALM 71. Ver. 15,14,16,23,22,24. Second Part. . Christ our Strength and Right eou fnefi , 1 T\ ff Y Saviour, my almighty Friend, J_ VJL When I begin thy praife. Where wifl the growing numbers en I, The numbers of thy grace ? 2 Thou art my everlafting trull:, Thy gocdnefs 1 adore ; And iinoe I knew thy graces nril 1 fpeakthy glories more.. i44- P S A L M LXXI. 3 My feet fiiall travel all the length Of the celeltial road, And march with courage in thy ftrength To fee my Father God. 4 When I am fill'd with fore diftrefs For fome furprifing fin, I'll plead thy perfecl righteoufnefs, And mention none but thine: 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell The vicVries of my King 1 My fcul, redeem'd from fin and hell, Shall thy falvation ling. 6 [My tongue ilia!! all the day proclaim My Saviour and my God, His death has brought my foes to fhame, And fav'd me by his blood.] 7 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs ; With this delightful fong I'll entertain the darkeft hours, Nor think the feafonjong. PSALM 71. 17— 2 r. Third Part. The aged ChH/tian's Prayer and Song ; or, Old Age, Death and the Re/zirrecJion. \ f^^OD of my childhood, and my youth, VJT The guide of all my days, I hp.ve declajr'4 thy heavenly truth, Ar.d told thy wond'rous ways. oil forfuke my hoary hairs, ; t I to Qiall f»fta*n ny finking yeare od rry ftttmgth dep 3 Let itij thy powsr ::.-d truth Before: the riling .igz, PSAL M LXXII. 145 And leave a favour of thy name When I mail quit the itage. 4. The land of filence and of death Attends my next remove ; Oh may theie poor remains of breath Teach the wide world thy love 1 Pause. 5 Thy righteoufnefs is deep and high, Unfearchable thy deeds ; Thy glory fpreads beyond the (k.y> And all my praife exceeds. 6 Oft have I heard thy Uireat'nings roar* . And oft endur'd the grief : But when thy hand has preft me fere. Thy grace was my relief. 7 By long experience have I known Thy fov'reign pow'r to fave ; At thy command I venture down Securely to the grave. 8 When I lie buried deep in duit, My flem mail be thy care ; Thefe wither'd limbs with thee I truft To raife them fbrong and fair. PSALM 72. Firft Part. Long Metre, The Kingdom of C H R 1 s t . . 1 ^>REAT God, whofe miiverfalfway VjTThe known and unknown worlds cbe] Now give the kingdom to thy Son, Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne. 2 Thy fceptre well becomes his hands, All heav'n fubmits to his commands ; Kis jufiice mall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail more* I i4- p s a l m 3 With pow'r he vindicates the j And treads th'oppreifor in the chic ; His worfKip and his fear mall laft, Till hours, and years, and time be pail. 4 As rain on meadows, newly mown, So ihall he fend his influence down : His grace on fainting fouls diftils, Like heav'nly dew on thirl! y hills. 5 The heathen lands that lie beneath The (hades of overfpreadinp death, Revive at his firft dawning light, . And deferts bloiiom at the fight. 6 The faints Ihall flouriih in his days\ Dreil in the robes of, joy and praiie ; Peace like a river from his throne Shall flow to nations yet unknown. PSALM 72. Second Part. Long Metre. Christ's Kingdom among the Gen 1 TESU3 fhall reign where'er vre fun J Does his fucce an : His kingdom it retch i) Till moons i i ! shold the nati From r. i And 4 Fo And endlefs p. P 6 A L U LXXIIL His name like fweet p i\ With ev'ry morning facri - : 5. 5 People and i Dwell on his love And infant rciie; fhall Their early b_ _.. . 6 Blefimg: afeotiiK T*Ae joyful pris tier l^nrftsMs :_ The weary L_ tergal /eft, And alitliefc: : :.. an* are Aei 7 [Where hedifj lays his " Death ar.d theciiife are-knc In him the ti i : t •: : : Adam Mo-ebk- (Hngs U 8 Let ev'ry creature rif^ Peculiar honours tc t ? Angels defcei h >n? And earth repeat, : . j . P<3 AT *•* ""» i&'rft Psrf r~- FoaLiii - v r irii. j. ar_. \^ _■ JffiaedSain Yetc i48 PSALM LXXIII. 4 " In vain I lift my hands to pray, " And cleanfe my heart in vain ; m the reck ; , £fe by Mofes' hand, - ;dhis flock promis'd land.] J 73. Firil Part. Com. Metre. Pr evidence Jgf GOD recorded; or, Pious E da- rn of Children. L i • the mighty deeds God perfbnn'u of old, er years we law, And He ake his glories known; His works ox pow'r and grace : And we'll convey his wonders do I PSALM LXXVIII. 159 3 Oar lips flia.ll tell them to our Tons, And they again to their's, That generations yet unborn May teach them to their heirs. 4 Thus mall they learn in God alone Their hope iecurely Hands, That they may ne'er forget his works, Butpraitice his commands. PSALM 78. Second Part. Com. Metre. JjraePs Rebellion and Pttnijhmefit s or, the Sins and C bajiije merit s~ cf GOD's People. WHAT a ftifF rebellious houfe Was Jacob's ancient race ! Falfe to their o'.vn iiioft folernn vows, And to their Makers grace ! 2 They broke the covenant of his love, And did his laws defpiie ; Foxgot the w^rks he wrought to prove His pow'r before their eyes ! 3 They faw the plagues on Egypt 'light From his avenging hand : What dreadful tokens of his might Spread o'erthe ftubborn land ! \ They law him cleave the mighty fea, And. niarphM with fa /- :.. agn. With wat'ry v'^ih to guard fc ir way, '1 ill -hey had 'icap'd the foe, 5 A wond'roas pillar markM the road, . : d of ihade and light ; By day 1; proved the melt' ring cloud, . ting Sire by night. i He from the rock their thirrt fupplyM ; % guiiiing waters ftow'dj 160 PSALM LXXVIII. And ran in rivers by their fide, Along the defert road. 7 Yet they provok'd the Lord Moll High, And dard diilruil his hand ; " Can he with bread our holt fupply ** Amidft this barren land ?" 8 The Lord, with indignation, heard, And caus'd his wrath to flame ? His terrors ever itand prepar'd To vindicate his name. PSALM 78. Third Part. Com. Metre. The Punijhment of Luxury and Intemperance ; or, Chaft: foment and Salvation. J'ticn Iira'l iinn'd, the Lordreprov'd, And filPd their hearts with dread ; Yet he forgave the men he iov'd, And fent them heav'nly bread. z Ke fed them with a lib'ral han'd, And made his treafures known ; He gave the midnight clouds command To pour provificn down. 3 The manna like a morning fhow'r Lay thick around their feet ; The food of heav'n, lb light, fo pure ; As tho' 'twere angels meat. 4 But they in murm'ring language faid, " Is manna all our feaft ? '/ We loath this light, this airy bread ; " We mult have fiefh to p$c.H 5 EHOLD, OGod, what cruel foes Jt3 Thy peaceful heritage invade ; Thy holy temple Hands delil'd, In dull thy facred walls are laid. 2 Wide o'er the vallies, drench'd in blood Thy people fall'n in death remain ; The fowls Oi heav'n,their fleih devour, : hearts divide the flain. 3 TfiTiofuking foes, with impious rage, •I '. 31 ■•"». ch 'iy children ce ; "\ \ our God i pew'r, '* Ls grace.1' 4 Deep from the prifon's horrid glooms Oh hear And The t« P S A L M LXXX. 163 So mall thy children, freed from death, Eternal fangs of honour raife, And ev'ry future age (hail tell Thy fov'reigri pow3r and pa/d'ning grace. PSALM 80. Long Metre. The Church's Prayer under Jffiiaisn^ or, The Vineyard of GOD -jjafied. GREAT Shepherd of thine Ifrael, Who didft between the cherubs dwell, And led the tribes, thy choien fheep, Safe thro' the defert and the deep. Thy church is in the defert, Lord, Shine from on high, and light afford ; Turn us to thee, thy love reilore, We fnall be fav'cf and figh no more. Great God, whom heav'nly hefts obey, Kow long ihall we lament and pray ? lit in vain thy kind return ? How long ma.. ithy iei ce anger " 3 urn 4 Inilead of wir te and r"L eerful bre zd, Thy faint< y. J Tur. We ihall t f& ai -" - ■'!•-'■ • ' p A U s 1 I. 5 = A : ,'■■ - 6 Ho I ' Lore f - ify PSALM LXXXI, 7 Why is her beauty thus defac'd ; Why hai* thou laid her fences wafte ? Strangers and fees again!: her join, And ev'ry beai: devours the vine. S Return, almighty God. return ; Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn : I urn us to thee, thy love reftore, Ve ihall be fav'd, and iigh no more. Pause II. 9 Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew, I iiou waft its itrength and glory too J Attacked in vain by all its foes, Till the fair Branch of promife rofe. 10 Fair Branch, ordain'd of old to moot ^rom David's Hock, from Jacob's root : tlimfelf a noble Vine, and we - lefTer branches of jhe tree : 1 1 'Ti£ ihy own Son ; and he fhall ftand Gift with thy ftrength at thy right hand 1 iiy fcrfi-bcrri Son, adorn'd and bleil With pow'r and grace above the reft; 1 2 Oh ! for his fake attend our cry, Shine en thy churches left they die ; Turn us to thee thy love reftore, .ill be favM and iigh no more. PSALM 8x. v. i, 8-i6. Short Metre Th*'- ttples or, and Pitnifb?. i Q TNG to the Lord aloud,' k/3 And make a joyful flbifc ; G"':'- ioat God; -.irliis voic«. PSALM LXXXII. 165- Frorn idols falfe and vain " Preferve my rights divine ; I am the Lord who broke thy chain tf Of flavery and of fin. , c Stretch thy defires abroad, " And I'll fupply them well; s But if ye will refufe your God, " If lirael will rebel ; ( I'll leave them/' faith the Lord, •* To their own lulls a prey, -* And let them run the dang'rous road ; " 'Tis their own choien way. •'' Yet, O ! that all ray faints fi Would hearken to my voice I (e Soon I would eafe their fore complaints, " And bid their hearts rejoice. " While I deflroy their foes, *' Pli richly £es3. my flock, " And they mail tafte the ftream that Mows ie From their eternal rock." P S A L M 82. Long Metre, OD the fupreme Governor ; or, Magiji rates warned. AMONG th' aiiembliss of the great, A greater ruler takes his feat ; The God of heav'n, as judge, fun Thofe gods on earth, and all their v Why wi.l yt :rame opprei" Or W&; :: th' Unrighteous came ? Wlier once defend the poor, That ft s vex the iaints no more. Lord, nor will -they know; Dark - „ev ho ; .166 P S A L M LXXXIII. Their name of earthly gods is vain, For they i'hall fall and die like men. 4 Ariie, O Lord, and let thy Son Poflefs his univerfal throne,* And rule the nations with his rod ; He is our Judge, and he our God. PSALM S$. Short Metre. A Complaint againjl Perjecutcrs, 1 A ND will the God of grace jtJL Perpetual hience keep ? The God of juftice hold his peace, And let his veng'ance fleep ? 2 Behold what curfed fnares The men of rnifchief fpread The men that hate thy faints and thee Lift up their threat7 ning head. 3 Againft thy hidden ones Th air counfels they employ, And malice, with her watchful eye, Purfues them to deitroy. 4 u Come, let us join/' they cry, " To root them from the ground, *c 'Till not the name of faints remain, "Nor mem'ry (hail be found." 5 Awake, almighty God, And call thy wrath to n : Give them, like £ jrelfo to i le to the wind. - PSALM LXXXiV, 167 Then iliall th'e nations know Thy glorious dreadful word, Jehovah is thy name alone, And thou the fov'reign Lord. PSALM 84. FirftPart. Long Metre. The Pieafun of Public JVorfbip. TTOW pleafant, how divinely fair, 11 O Lord of holts thy dwellings are ! With long delire my fpirit faints, To meet th' affemblies of thy faints. My fiefn would reft in thine abode ; My panting heart cries out for God ; My God ! my King ! why fhpuld I be So far from all my joys and thee. The fparrow chufes where to rel, jAnd for&e teutwill IT r young provide: - 7 7 Goci to lparrov. 5g?a$ That pie-: •are wl lich his civ idren v> ant - Biefl are tJ 5 who fit 0 • fllgilj Around th y thrc ne above t] ie iky ; Thy brighter! glories Ihine above, And ail their work is praife and love. Bieil arc the fouk who find a place Within the temples of thy grace ; There to behold thy gentler rays, And : [ace and learn thy praife. ~:en' whole hearts are let v to Ziori;s j?at " gth; 1 1 them i 1 1 heir he .per, t with grov -re in he a v'n a foeiigth, 168 PSALM LXXXIV. Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worihip there. PSALM 84. Second Part. Long Metre, GOD and bis Church 1 or, Grace and Glory. I /"^ REAT God, attend while Zion fings VJTThejoy that from thy prefence fp rings: To fpend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thoufand days of mirth. z Might I enjoy the meaneft place Within thy houfe, O God of grace, Not tents of eafe, nor thrones of power. Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our fun, he makes our day ; God is our fhield, he guards our way From all th' aflaults of hell and fin, From foes without and foes within. 4 All needful grace will God bellow, And crawn that grace with glory too : He givS us all things, and withholds No real good from upright fouls. 5 O God, our King, whofe fov'reign fway The glorious hoits of heav'n obey, And devils at thy prefence flee, Blefc is the man that trulls in thee. PSALM 84. v. 1,2,3,10. Paraphrafed.C.M. Delight in Ordinances of Worjbip ; or, GOD prejhit in his Churches. 1 "Ti /TY foul, how lovely is the place J..VX To v, ivich thy God reforts ! iv'n to fee his fmiiingiace, r/h in his earthly courts. 2 There the great monarch of Hi. ■ .>\>'r cli/phi P S A L M LXXX1V. 169 • And light breaks In upon our eyes, With kind and quick'ning rays. I 3 With his rich gifts the heav'nly dove Defcends and fills the place, While Chrift reveals his wond'rous love, And fheds abroad his grace. 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The fecrets of thy will ; And ftiil we feek thy mercies there, And ling thy praiies ilill. Pause. 5 My heart and flefh cry out for thee, While far from thine abode ; When mall I tread thy courts, ar.d My faviour and my God ? 6 The fparrow builds herfelf a nefr, And fuffers no remove ; 4 O make me, like the fparrows, blef: To dwell but where I love. 7 To fit one day beneath thine And hear thy gracious voice, Exceeds a whole eterrity Employed in carnal joys. 8 Lord, at thy threshold I would waitj While Jefus is within, Rather than fill a throne of Hate, Anioi:^ die tents of iin. * 9 Co: imandthe fpacious land, boundieCs fea, For _ . ..-._': I hour at thy rigl : 1 them both away. J7o P S A L M LXXXIV. PSALM 84. As the 148th Pfalm. Lcnging for the Houfe of GOD. 1 T ORD of the worlds above, _L^ How, pleafant and how fair : The dwellings of thy icve, Thy earthiy temples are i To^thine abode My heart afpires With warm defires To fee my God. i The fparrow for her young With pleafure feeks a neft, And wand'ring fwallows long To fnd their wonted reft ; My fpirit faints With equal zeal To rife and dwell Among thy faints. 3 O happy fouls that pray, Where God appoints to hear ! O happy men that pay Their conftant fervice there ! They praife thee ftillj And happy they That love the way To Zion's hill. 4 They go from ilrength to ftrength, Thro' this dark vale of tears, 'Till each arrives at length, 'Till each in heav'n appears ; O glorious feat, When God our King Shall thither bring Our wiiir .tg i PSALM LXXXV. 171 5 To fpend one facred day, Where God and faints abide, Affords diviner joy Than thou land days befide : Where God reforts* I love it more To keep the door Than mine in courts. 6 God is our fun and fhield Our light and our defence ; With gifts his hands are fill'd, We draw our bleffings thence ; He mall befloiW On Jacob's race Peculiar grace And glory too. 7 The Lord his people loves ; His hand no good withholds From thofe his heart approves,. From pure and pious fouls : Thrice happy he, O God of hofts, Whofe fpirit trails Alone in thee, PSALM 85. v. 1,8. Firft Part, Long Met. Waiting for an Anfcxer to Prayer s or, Deli* vertinte begun and complected* 1 Y GPvD, thou haft caiPd thy grace to mind, J—/ Thou haft reversed our heavy doom | orgave when Ifrael finn'd, ugiit his wand' ring captives hcme^ 2 Thou haft begun to fetus free, And made thy fierce ft wrath abate : i72 P S A L M LXXXV. Now let- our hearts be tunrd to thee, And our Salvation be complete. 3 Revive our dying graces, Lord, And let thy faints in thee rejoice ; Make known thy truth, fulfill thy word -, We wait for praife to tune our voice. 4 We wait to hear what God will fay ; He'll i]peak and give his people peace : But let them run no more aitray, Left his returning wrath increafe. PSALM 85. v. 9, Sic. 2d Part. Long Met. Salvation by Christ. 1 Q ALVATJON it forever nigh O The fouls that fear and trult the Lord ; I grace, defcending from on high, Freih hopes of glory mall afford. 2 Mercy and truth on earth are met, Since Chriil the Lord came down from Bv his obedience fo complete [heav'n Juitice is pleas'd and peace is giv'n. 3 Now truth and honctr (Hal! abound, igion dwell on earth again, And heav'nf. : bleis the ground j^eeiner's gentler reign. 4 H; .me before, - To give us free acceis to God ? Oi. et inall ltray no more, fcijd keep the road. So. V. /.-. 3— 13. Com. Metre. A j -- of Braijk io Gun. I A "ds, P S A L M LXXXVIX. 173 Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their works like thine. The nations, thou hail: made mall bring Their off'rings round thy throne ; For thou alone doit wond'rous things, For thou art God alone. Lord, I would walk with holy feet, Teach me thine heav'nly ways, And all my wand'ring thoughts unite In God my Father's praiie. 4 Great is thy mercy, and my tongue Shall thofe iweet wonders tell, How by thy grace my unking foul 'Rofe from the deeps of hell. PSALM 87. Long Metre. The Church the Birth-Flace of the Saints j or, "Jc-jjs andGeniiiss united in the Chrijtia?: church » 1 4^""^ OD in his earthly temple lays \JF Foundation for his heav'niy praifs r. He iik'd the tents of Jacob well, But frill in Sion loves to dwell. 2 His mercy vifits ev'ry houfe That pay their night and morning vows ? But makes a more delightful flay, Where churches meet to praiie and pray, 3 What glories were defcrib'd of old ! : ■ ders are in Zion told I Thou esty of- our God below, Thy fame mall Tyre and Egypt kncw. 1 Tyre, and Greek and jew, ere begin their lives anew : Angels and men (hall join to fiftg The -hill where living waters fpring. K z 74 PSALM LXXXVIII. When God makes up his lail account Of natives in his holy mount, 'Twill be ;. to appear As one new bom and nouriili'd there. PSALM 83. As the 113th Pfalm. Lpjs ■■ft. hnds-f ana abjcKce of Divine Grace. O God of my faivation, hear My nightly groan, my daily pray'r. That ilili employ my waiting breath; My foul declining to the grave, res thy fov'reign Povv'r to fave From, dark defpair and lafting death. ~ sath lies heavy on my foul, And waves of forrow o'er me roll, ■ e dull and file nee fpread the gloom; friends, belov'd in happier days, . dear companions of my ways, Defected around me to the tomb. As loft in lonely grief I tread The mournful manfions of the dead, Or to foine throng'd afiembly go : Thro' ali alike I rove alone, "While, here forgotten, there unknown, The change renews my piercing woe. . And why will God neglect my call ? Or who fnall profit by my fall, parts and love empire*, ? Can dufl anddarknefs praife the L^rd ? Or wake, or brighten at his wora, And tune the harp w i it he av e v. ] y c - Yet thro' »»ach melancholy day,- I've pray'd ■ Implorii But oh ! my PSALM LXXXIX. 17s "And ail my kir\dred of the dead Recal my wandering thoughts to mourn. PSALM 89. Firft Part. Long Metre. The Covenant made with Christ ; or, the true David. 1 TpCREVER fhall my fong record J/ The truth and mercy of the Lord ; Mercy and truth for ever Hand Like heav'n efcabliih'd by his hand. 2 Thus to his fon he fware and faid, " With thee my covenant firft is mac " In thee fhall dying fmners live, " Glory and grace are thine to give. 3 " Be thou my Prophet, thou my ItIcji ; " Thy children fhall be everbleft ; " Thou art my chofen King, tiiy thicni f< Shall Hand eternal like my own. 4 Cf There's none of all my f: " So much my image ; ** Celeltial pow'rj " Then what can earth to 5 " David, my fervant, v h ic To gaard my flock, to cr " A.r the Jc i i76 PSALM LXXXIX. And make fucceeding ages know How faithful is his word. 2 The facred truths his lips pronounce Shall firm as heav'n endure ; And if he fpake a promife once, Th' eternal grace is fure. 3 How long the race of David held The promis'd Jewifn throne ; But there's a nobler cov'nant feaPA To David's greater Son. 4 His feed forever fliall poffefs A throne above the fkies ; -The meanefl fubjefts of his grace Shall to that glory rife. 5 Lord God of holts, thy wond'rous ways Are fung by faints above : And faints on earth their honours raife To thy unchanging love. PSALM 89. v. 7>&c. Second Part. CM. The Poiuci' and Majejly of GOD , or, reveren- tial Worjhip. 1 \ A ^^^ rev'rence let the faints appear, W And bow before the Lord, His high commands with rev'rence hear. And tremble at his word. .- How terrible thy glories rife ! How bright thine armies ihine ! Where is the pow'r with rhee that vies. Or truth compared with thine ? s and day PSALM LXXXIX. 177 4 Thy word the raging winds coiitroul, And rule the boift'rous deep ; Thou mak'fl the fieeping billows roll, And rolling billows fleep. 5 Heav'n, earth, and air, and Tea are thine, And the dark world of hell; They faw thine arm in veng'ance mine When Egypt durft rebel. 6 JufKce and judgment are thy throne, Yet wond'rous is thy grace ! While truth and mercy join'd in one Invite us near thy face. PSALM 89. 1 5,-&c. Third Part. A Bhjffed Go/pel. 1 XJLEST are the fouls. w]t\o hear and know J3 The gofpel's joyful found ! Peace mail attend the path they go, And light their Heps furround. 2 Their joy mail bear their fpirits up Thro' their Redeemer's name ; His righteoufnefs exalts their hope And fills their foes with fhame. 3 The Lord our glory and defence Strength and falvation gives : Iirael, thy King for ever reigns, Thy God for ever Jives. PSALIv* 89. iq, &c. I :, his &i~ 1 T T5 the Lord in vifion fa his mercy knc wn ; id, your help is .aid ** On n hty Soa.?a 178 PSALM LXXXIX. 2 Behold the man my wifdom chofc Among your royal race : His head my holy oil o'erflows, With full fupplies of grace. 3 High (hall he reign on David's throne, My people's better King ; My arm mail beat his rivals down, And Hill new fubje&s bring. 4 My truth ihall guard him on his way, With mercy by his fide ; While in my name o'er earth and fea He fhall in triumph ride. 5 Me for his Father and his God He Ihall forever own, Call me his rock, his high abode, And I'll lupport my Son. 6 My ftrit-born Son, array'din grace, At my right hand fhall fit, Beneath him angels know their place, And monarchs at his feet. 7 My cov'nant Hands for ever fait, My promifes are ftrong ; Firm as the heav'ns his throne Ihall Iaft, His feed endure as long. PSALM 89. v. 30, &c. Fifth Part. C. M. The Go-uenant of Grace u.:icha'rge.xbitv; or, Af- fiiSion njjiihcul Rejs X XTET (faith the Lord) if David's race, JL The children of my Son, Should break my law;. ice And t.crnpt mine angc 2 Their fins Til viftt with the 1 And make their folly i'.v. • PSALM LXXXIX, 179 But I'll notceafe to be their God, Nor from my truth depart. 3 My covenant I will ne'er revoke, But keep my grace in mind ; And what eternal love hath fpoke, Eternal truth fnaii bind. $. Once have I fwora (I need no more) And pledged my hclinefs, To feal the facred promife fure To David and his race. The fun fnall fee his offspring rife And fpread from fea to fea, Long as he travels round the ikies To give the nations day. 6 Sure as the moon that rules the night, His kingdom mall endure, 'Till the fix'd laws of made and light Shall be obf'erv'd no more. PSALM 89. v. 47. Sixth Part. Long Met. Mortality and Hope, [A funeral Pfalm.J 1 "Q EMEMBER, Lord, our mortal itate J£\^ Jbiow frail our iife^ how mort cur date I Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from difeafe, fecure from death. 2 Lord, while we fee whole nations die, Cur fbfh and ftrength repine and cry, " Mail death for ever rage and reign i " Or haft thou made mankind in vain '■■'" 3 Where- is thypromife to the juft ? Are not thy fervants turn'd to dull: ? But faith forbids thefe mournful ilgas, And fees the fiesping duitadfe. 180 PSALM LXXXIX. 4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day Wipes the reproach of faints away, And clears the honour of thy word : Awake, our fouls, and blefs the Lord. PSALM 89. Ver. 47, &c. Lafl Part. As the 113th Pfalm. Life, Death, and the Refurredion, iHpF HINK, mighty God, on feeble man, dw fe w his hours, how fhort his fpan ! Short from the cradle to the grave : Who can fecure his vital breath Again!! the bold demands of death "With fltill to fly or po v'r to fave ? 1 Lord, mall it be for ever {aid, t( The race of man was only made " For ficknefs, forrow, and the duft ?" A re not thy fervants day by day at to their graves and turn'd to clay? Lord where's thy kindnefs to the juflr ; Haft thou not promised to thy Son, . all his (ced a heav'nly crown ? But fiefh and fenfe indulge defpair ; Forever bleffed be the Lord, That faith can read his holy word, And find a refurrettion there. For ever biefied be the Lord, 0 gives his faints a long reward, For all their toil reproach and pain ; Let all Below and all above, ^join to proclaim thy wend' ro-'i<- ) nc\ I each repeat their '• PSALM XC. iSi PSALM 90. Long Metre. Man mortal ', and GOD eternal. A mournful Song at a Funeral. r ^Tr^HRO' ev'ry age, eternal God, X Thou art our reft, our fafe' abode: High was thy throne e'er heav'n was made* Or earth thy humble footftool laid. 2 Long had'ft thou reign'd ere time began, Or dull was faihion'd to a man ; And long thy kingdom fhall endure When earth and time lhall be no more. 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity : Thy dreadful fentence, Lord, was juit, " Return ye finners, to your dull. " 4 [A thoufand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account, Like yellerday's departed light ; Or the lafb watch of ending night. Pause. 5 Death, like an overflowing flream, Sweeps us away ; our life's a dream ; An empty tale ; a morning flow'r, Cut down and wither 'd in an hour, « £ [Our age to, feventy years is fet: How fhort the time ! how frail the $ate ! And if to eighty we arrive, We :hand groan than live. 7 But oh how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off cur expected years 1 Thy wrath awakes our humble dread I We feiur Use-pom's that (hikes us dead. J L ilft P S A L M XC. 8 Teach us, OLori. how frail is man: And kindly lengthen out the fpan, '"Till a wife care of piety- Fit us to die, and Swell with thee. PSALM 90. v. 1—5. Firft Part. C. Met. 1 Man Frail, and GOD Eternal. I /^%UR God, our help in ages' pail, \J Our hope for years to* come, Our melter from the ltormy blaft, And our eternal home. z Beneath the lhadow of thy throne Thy faints have dwelt fecure : Sufficient is thine arm alone, y And my defence is fure. 3 Before the hills in order flood, Or earth received her frame, From everlailing thou art God, To endlefs years the iame. 4. Thy word commands our fleih to dull, " Return ye foes of men ;1? All nations rofe from earth at lint, And turned to earth again. c A thouH'.nd ages in thy Are like an evening gone ; Short as the Hcfcre the rifingdawn. 6 [Ti ' • Jives aw Arc Ami 7 Time, 3 Bears ail il P S A L M V"1 They fly forgotten as a irca m Dies at the op'n r " 8 Like rlow'ry i: -:' Pieas'd with the nd The floy'rs beneai .e 3 vers hand Lie with'rii e ' j • nig; :t. 9 Cur God, our Our hep- pait. Be thou our guard via - And our eternal .'--.. ai F SALMoo.v.8,11 .2, re ,12. 2d - Infirmities and Mortality the Life, Old Agt, and Prepa 1 J GRD, if thine eyes iarvey JL* And jufdee _;; ;. Thy dreadful wrath exc And burns beyond our i 2 Thine anger tjirnso) By one cnence to thee, Adam, with all his ions, ha , t Their immortality. 3 Life, likfe a vain an: fe* A fable or a (1 ; t By fwift dec;;': Nor can our 184 . PSALM XC. 6 Almighty God, reveal thy love, And not thy wrath alone : Oh let our fweet experience prove The mercies of thy throne. 7 Our fouls would learn the heav'nly art T' improve the hours we have, That we may act the wifer pa^rt, And live beyond the grave. PSALM 90. v. I3,&c. Third Part. C. M. Breathing after Heaven. 1 TJ ETURN, O God of love return; Jt\., Earth is a tirefome place : How long fhall we thy children mourn Our abfence from thy face ? 2 Letheav'n fucceed our painful years, Let fin and forrow ceafe, And in proportion to our tears So make our joys increafe. 3 Thy wonders to thy fervants. mow, Make thy own work compleat ; Then fhall oatan*s wiles, who ,t:ii betray ■. X. n ~uar led fouls a thouland ways. 4 Juft a* a hen p/;o:e^s fcer brood. From birds o£ prey that leek their bloc a. iS6 P S A L M XCI. rd his faithful faints {hall guard, I endlefs life be their rev ring beams of noon confpire :ntia! fire, eir life, his wings are fpfead To fhield them with a healthful fhade. 6 If vapours with malignant breath tidnight death, . el is fafe : the poifon'd air Ire if Ifrael's God be there. Pause. 7 What the' a thoufand at thy fide, Around thy path ten thoufand ciy'd, God hischofen people faves Higft the dead, amid aves. a he fent his angel down i his wrath in ligypt known, their ions, his careful eye the doors of Jacob by. i if the fire, or plague orfwerd, he Lord, nong the reft, ' . .Ire L f P S A L M XCI. 187 Come make 'the Lord your dwelling place And try and trail his care. 2 No ill mail enter where you dwell; Or if -rue come nigh, And . \s. wicked down to hell, 'X\. i|j i /; .he mints on high. 3 He'll give his angels charge to keep Your feet in all their ways ; To watch pur pillow while you fieep, And guard your happy days. 4 Their hands mall bear you, left you fail And dam againit the Hones ; Are they not fer.vants at his cai-, And fent t' attend his ions ? 5 Adders and lions ye (hall tread ; The tempters wiles defeat : He that hath broke the ferpent's head Puts him beneath your itti, 6 " Becaufe on me they fet their 1: '* I5il faye them faith the Lord ; <( I'll bear their joyful fouls abcrv "Tjz - :h?fwoxd. 182 PSAL M XCII. PSALM 92. Firft Part. Long Metre. A Pfalm tor the Lord'' s Day. 1 Q WEET is the work, my God", my King KjTo praife thy name,give thanks and ring 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 care mall ieize my breaft, Oh may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of folemn found. 3 My heart mail triumph in my Lord. And blefs his works and biei\ his word ; Thy works of grace how bright rhey fhine \ How deep thy counfels ! how divine ! 4 Fools never raife their thoughts fo high ; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die : Like grafs they flourifh, 'till thy breath Biaft them in everlafiing death. ' 5 But I 'hall fhare a glorious part Whenvrace hath well refin'd myheart, And frefh fupplies of joy are fhed Like holy oil to cheer mv head. 6 Sin (my worit enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more ; Iviy inward foes mail all be flain, Nor Satan break my peace again. 7 Then fhaill fee, and hear, and know, All I defVd, or wiih'd below s And ev'ry pow'r find fweet esipl In that eternal world of joy. PSALM 92. v. ia,&c. J T ORD, 'tis a i^j In gardens rjlauud by thin . P $ A L M XCIII. 189 Let me within thy courts be feen Like a young cedar frelh and green. 2 There grow thy faints in faith and love, Bleil with thine influence from above ; Not Lebanon with all its trees Yields fuch a comely light as thefe. 3 The plants of grace fnall ever live ; (Nature decays, but grace muft thrive} Time, that doth all things elie impair. Still makes them nouriih ftrong ana fair. 4 Laden with fruits of age they fhew, The Lord is holy, juil and trfce ; None that attend his gates (hall nnd A God unfaithful or unkind. PSALM 93. Firft Met. As the iboth Pfclm. The Eternal and the Sovereign GOD 1 TEHO VAH reigns ; he dwell? in light, J Girded with majefty and might ; The world created by his hands Still on its hrft foundatiomtoids. 2 But ere this fpacious world was made, Or had its firft foundation laid. Thy throne eternal ages flood, Thyfeif the ever-living God. 3 1-rr uQods the angry nations rile, their rage againil the fkies ; . that aim their rage Co high ! sboke the billows die. 4 I :t ercr ihall thy throne endure $ Thy promile Hands for ever fare ; And everUilins; hoiinefs JE 1 9o PSALM XCIII. PSALM 93. 2d Met. As the old 50th pfalm. 1 A~|— VKE Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on JL high ; His robes of ftate are ftrength and majefty ; This wide creation rofe at. his command, Built by his word, eilablifli'd by his hand : Long ilood his throne «re 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; In vain the fiorms, in vain the floods arife, And rear and tofs their waves againft the ikies ; Foaming at Heav'n, they rage with wild commotion, arches fcorn the fweliing* ocean. empefb, rage nomore ; ye floods,be frill, I thou, rr&d world, fubmiiiive to his will ; i on his truth, his church mufl ever feand; Firm are his groroifes and ftrong his hand : See his own iflttk when they appear before him, ™ at his footftool,and with fear adore him. PSALM 93 , Third Met. A? the old 1 zzd pfaimj 1 > i^^HE Lord Jehovah reigns, f. J[ And royal ilate maintains, ties (irownM > Array'd in robes ot light, irt with fo'/;rei™n might, And rays of m. tnd. 2 Uoheld by thy commands The world f PSAL M XCIV. 191 Thy throne was fix'd on high E're ftars adorn'd the iky; Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord. 3 In vain the noiiy crowd, Like billows fierce and loud, Againit thine empire rage and roar ; In vain with angry fpite The furly nations fight, And daili like waves againft the more, 4 Let floods and nations rage, And all their pcw'r engage, Let fwelling tides afTanit the iky ; The terrors of- thy frown Shall beat their roadnefs down : Thy throne forever Hands on higr;, 5 Thy promifes are true, Thy grace is ever new, There' hx/d thy church (hall ne'er remove jj Thy faints with holy fear Shall in thy courts appear, And fing thine everlallmg love. Repeat the 'fourth Jianz-a to c'mtip PS ALM 94. v. i,23 7, 14. Firft P Saints chajtifcdy a*4 Sinners . - injfvudi-ve Jj[ 3'm GOD ! to whom ce.venge Proclaim thy wrath ai: : Let ^ ■ '-'-■ Letjuili-- Gah he be deaf, who faritiM Or blind who -" ■ He knows their imt.i. 192 PS A L M XCIV. His wrath &all pierce their fouls with pain In Tome furprilmg hour. 4 But if thy faints deferve rebuke, Thou haft a gentler rod : Thy providence, thy facred book Shall make them know their Gotl. 5 Blcft is the man thy hands chaftife, And to his duty draw : Thy fcoarges make thy children wife When they forget thy law. 6 But God will ne'er caft off his faints, Nor his own promife break : He pardons his inheritance For their Redeemer's fake. PSALM 94. v. 16—23. SecondPart. CM. GOD our Support and Comfort / or, Deliverance from 'Temptation and Perfecution. I TITHO will arife and plead my right - VV Againit my num'rous foes-? While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppofe. 3 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Suftam'd my fainting head, My life had now in ftlence dwelt, My foul amongft the dead. 3 " Alas ! my Hiding feet !" I cry'd, Thy promife bore me up ; Thy grace flood conitant by my fide, And rais'd my finking hope. 4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bofom roll, * Thy boundief: love Forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer my £ Pow'rs of iniquity may rife, And frame pernicious laws ; • ^.r. I *> ■ l'» And hymns 'of glory iing : Jehovah is the fov'reign God, The univerfal kin z He form'd the deeps unknown ; He gave the Teas their bound : The wat'ry worlds are all his own, And all the folid ground. 3 Cone, worihip at his throne, Co before the Lord : We .;ks, and not our own : He fcrm'u us by his word. end his voice, e provoke his rod : .he the people of his choice, ."ii your gracious God. f your ears refufe j of his grace, hard, liks itubborn jews, . iag race. in veng'ance drefs'd, nd iwear, tc \ fe my promised reft, '* Sh re;" . PS ALI\1 95. v. 1, 2, 3, 6 — 1 1. Long Met. i I p 5 AX M XcVfc ' *95 Come, lctourfouhaddre&tl.eLorJ Who fram'd cur namres wte ^' :Heisourfcepherd:wethemeep His mercy choie, his paiiuies k.ep. Come, let us hear his voice to-day, The counfels of his icve obey, Nor let our hardened nearts rene w ^ The fins and plagues tnr* Ifrael, that faw his works of grace, Yet tempt their maK A raithleis unbelieving qiooa^ Thaitir'dtke patience or tiieii i?*K£ Thus iaith the Lord," i"^0^Jtii; ; << Forget my ; " Since tl.: " Their feet i - [Look back, my Cox And view thofe anient ret Attend the offg Nor loie the . ~- " " aeiA;/. t Seize the kind ; -: ~ And march to Zion Believe abd take me pro; Obey, an PSA" - 2> 2 Si biei *96 P S A L M XCVII. His pow'r the finking world fuftains, And grace furrounds his throne. 3 Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day, Joy through the earth be feen ; Let cities mine in bright array, And fields in cheerful green. 4 The joyous earth, the bending Ikies His g orious train difplay ; „ Ye fountains fink, ye val'iies rife, Prepare the Lord his way. 5 Behold he comes, he comes to blefs The nations as their God : To mew the world his righteoufnefs, And fend his truth abroad. [h voice mall raife the flumb'ring dead, And bid the world draw near* But Jiow will guilty nations dread, To fee their judge appear ! PSALM 97. As the 1 13th Pfalm. The GOD of the Gentiles ET ail the earth their voices raife, 1^/ To fing the choiceft Pfalm df praife. To fing and blefs Jehovah's name : His glory lee the heathens know His wonders to the nations mow, And all his faying works proclaim. 2 The heathen's know thy glory, Lord, The wond'ring nations read thy word, But heie Jehovah's name is known : Nor fliall our woiihip e;er be paid To gods which mortal hands have made * Our maker is our God alone. 3 He fram'd the glebe, he built Lhe fey, He nude the ihining wcrids-cn U% PSALM XCVII. 197 And reigns compleat in glory there His beams are majeity and light; His beauties how divinely bright ! His temple how divinely fair ! 4 Come the great day, the glorious hour, When earth mail feel his faving pow'r, And barb'rous nations fear his name ; Then ihall the race of men confefs The beauty of his holinefs, And in his courts his grace proclaim. PSALM 97. v. 1, 5. Firft Part. Long Met. Chriji reigneth in heay maker, G .. -.:■ be addrefs'd -t fchines :.' - adj i til. The aeo PSALM XCIX. 3 Let the whole earth his love proclaim With all her difPrent tongues : Andfpread the honoar of his name In melody and longs. :r PSALM 98. Second Part. Com. Metr The M'£ .s s 1 a h ' s coming and Kingdom. 1 TOY to the world ; the'Lord is come Jl Let earth receive her king : Let ev'fy heart prepare him Foom, And heav'n and nature ring. 2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns ; Let men their fongs employ ; While, fields and floods, rocks, hills ar Repeat the founding joy. [plain. 3 No more let fins and forrows grow, Nor thorns infer! the ground : He comes to make his bleiTmgs flow, Far as the curfe is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteoufnefs, And wonders of his love. PSALM 99. Firft Part. Short Metre. j Christ's Kingdom and fvlajtjtj. 1 /"X'"VHK God Jehovah reigns, X Let all the nations faar ; Let tinners tremble at his throng Aim 2 Jefus the Saviour reigns, Le<; earth adore it's Lord : Brigh: chcruos hi,> attendant Swift to fuira his word. P S A L M C. 201 iSion ftandshis throne, His honours are divinej lis church .(hall make his wonders kiibwHf For. there his glories ilune> rlow holy is his name ! Kow terrible his praife ! pftice and truth, and judgment join In ail his- works of grace. r'SALM 99*2d Part. Short Metre. A holy God tioorjhipped wers that fade at noon. 9 Bat his eternal love is fare To ah the faints, and fhail endure ; From age to age his truth fhall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain. PSALM 103. v. 1—7. Firft Part. S.. M. • or Spiritual and Temporal Mercies. 1 £ the Lord my foul ! \^J Lei all within me join, y tongue to bleis his name, ::e ta'. ours are divine. 2 O blefs the Lord, my foul ; Nor let his mercies lie, Forgotten in unthankfumefs And without praifes die. 3 'If; he forgives thy fins, 'Tis he relieves thy pain, 'Tis he that heals thy iickiieffes, And m;*kes thee yona. 4 He crowns thy life with love, When ranfonVd from the grave; He that redeem'd my foul from hell Hath fov'reign pow'r to favc. 5 He fills the poor with good ; He gives The L01 A.nd ju;iite fa -I. I III *"»' p S A L M CIII. 2U 6 His wond'rous works and ways Ke made by Mofes known ; Bat i'ent the world Ms truth and grace By his beloved Son. fSA-LM 103. v. 8—18. 2d Part. S. M. Abounding Companion of God ; or, Mercy in the mid ft of 'Judgment, 1 1\/TY f°^> repeat his praife, 1. V JL Whofe mercies are lb great \ Wliofe anger is fo flow to rife, So ready to abate. 2 God will not always chide ; m And when his flrokes are felt, s flrokes are fewer than our crimes, Hi And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heav'ns are rais'd. Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our higher! thoughts exceed, 4 His power fubdues our fins, And his forgiving love Far as the earl is from the we Doth all our guilt remc 5 The pity of the Lord To thofe that fear his name, :. older parents fsel : : vs our feeble frame. 6 - . "i we are but duil, 0 with : y breath : arrifmg wind 1 US fwifttO dc- the grafs-, Or like die morning flower! 212 PSALM CIV. If one ftiarp blafr. fweep o'er the Held, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy companions, Lord, To endlefs years endure ; And children's children ever find Thy words of promife lure, PSALM 103. 19—22. 3d Part. S. M. God^s uni-vcrjal L)o?ninion ; or, Angels praij'e the 1 /"TpHE Lord the fov'reign King, JL Hath fix'd his throne on high. O'er all the heav'niy world he rules, And all beneath the fky. 2 Ye angels great in might, And iwift to do his will, Blefsye the Lord, whofe voice ye hear, Whofe plealure 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 iing. 4 While all his wond'rous works, Thro' his vale kingdom, mew, Their maker's glory, thou, my foul. Shall iing his graces too. PSALM 104. l of God in Creation and Proyi&npt* ■ 1 j.\ fi Y ioul thy great Creator praife ; \ hen cloth'-d in bis celettial rays, He in full majtity appears, I iikc a robe his giory wears. Note, This Pfal/ii may be Jung to thi 1 [ 1 ztb cr 1 z-jtb PfaWi, by add'- :■ i7 ivtry Stansa-~*\riZj PSALM CIV. 213 Great is the Lord, what tongue can frame An equal honour to his name ? [Qibernxife it mujl hefung as the \OGth Pjalm ] 2 The heav'ns are for his curtains fpread : Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed ; Clouds are his chariot when he iiies On winged ftorms a-crofs the fides. 3 Angels, whom his own breath infpires, His miniilers are flaming fires : And fwift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. 4 The world's foundation by his hand Are pois'd and mall forever ftand : He binds the ocean in his chain, Left it mould drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd with the iiood, Which high above the mountains flood, § He thunder'd and the ocean ned, Conrln'dto its appointed bed. 6 The fweliing billows know their boursd^ And in their channels walk their Yet thence convey' d by iecret vein- , They fpring on hills and drench the x 7 He bids the chryftal fountains Row, And cheer the yajleys as they g& ; There gentle herd heir thiril allay, hrav/ 214 PSALM CIV. Pause I. 9 God from his cloudy ciftern pour's On the parch'd earth enriching fnow's : The grove, the garden, and the held, A tno ulan d joy fai bleflings yield. io He makes the graffy food arife, ijnd gives the cattle large fupplies ; With herbs for men, of various power, To nouriih nature, or to cure. 1 1 What noble fruit the vines produce The olive yields a pleafmg juice ; Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rcus wine,' His gifts proclaim his love divine. 12 His bounteous hands our table fpread. He fills our cheerful ftores with bread ; While food our vital ilrength imparts, Let daily praife infpire our hearts. Pause II. 13 Behold the flately cedar Hands, Rais'd in the foreft by his hands : Birds to the boughs for fhelter fly, And build their nefts fecure on high. 14 To craggy hills afcends the goat; And at the airy mountain's foot The feebler creatures make their cell — He gives them wifdom where to dwell. 1 5 He fets the. fun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face : And, when thick darknefs veils the day. Call:, out wild beafts to hunt their preyi 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, £nd roaring afk their meat [\<.;i-± God j r PSALM CIV. 2is But when the morning beams arife, The favage beaft to covert flies. l j Then man to daily labour goes ; The night was made for his repofe ; Sleep is thy gift, that fweet relief From tirefome toil and waiting grief. 1 8 How flrange thy works ! how great thy fk.il! While ev'ry land thy riches fill ; . Thy wifdom round the world we fee, This fpacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor lefs thy glories in the deep, Where nth in millions fwim and creep, With wond'rous motions, fwift or flow, Still wand'ring in the paths below. 20 There mips divide their wat'ry way, And flocks of fcaly monfters piay The huge leviathan reiides, Andj, fearlefs, fports amid the tides. Pause III. 21 Vaft are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature refts upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures Hands Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good • Eagles and bears, and whales and worms. Rejoice and praile in different forms. 23 But when thou hid'ft thy face, they mourn, And, dying, to their duft return ; Both man and bealt their fouls refign ; Life, breath, and fpirit, ail are thine, 24 Yet thou canft breathe on duft again, And fill the world with beaits and men j z\6 PSALM CV. A word of thy creating breath Repairs the waftes of time and death. 2*; His works, the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight ; How awful are his glorious ways ! The Lord is dreadfol in his praife. 26 The earth ftands trembling at his ftroke, And at thy touch the mountains fmokc ; Yet humble fouls may fee thy face, And tell their wants to fov'reign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wifnes meet, A ad make my meditations fweet r Thy praifes (hall my breath employ, Till it expire in endlefs joy. zS While haughty finners die accurft, Their glory bury'd with their dull, I to my God, my heav 'nly King, Immortal hallelujahs fing. PSALM 105. Abridged. Common Metre. God's concluSi to Ifraelf and the plagues of Egypt. J. YE thanks to God, invoke his name, And te^ the world his grace ; ^1 through the earth his deeds of fame, That all may feek his face. % His co\-'aar:t which he kept in mind For numerous To ftum'rqus ages yet behind In equal f 3 He fware to abra'm and his feed. : made the blel G. ■ ancient x d, And find his truth endure. s PSALM CV. 217 |f " Thy feed fhall make all nations blefs'd ; (Said the Almighty voice) I or. Communication with Saints, 1 /~~]rA0 God, the great, the ever bleit, J_ Let fongs of honour be addreii ; His mercy firm for ever fiands ; Gi,ve him the thanks his love demands. 2 Who knows the wonders of thy ways ? Who mall fulhi-thy boundlefs praife : Eleft are the ibuls that fear thee nili, And pay their duty to thy will. 3 Remember what thy mercy did For Jacob's race, thy choien feed ; And with the fame falvation blefs The meaneif. fuppiiant of thygruce. 4 Oh may I fee thy tribes rejoice. And aid their triumphs with my voice ! This is my glory. Lord, to be Join'dto thy fants, and near to thee. PSALM 106. 2d Part. v. 7,8,12,14,43— 48. Jfrael pur.ijked and pardoned ; or, GOB's changeable Lc-ve. OD of eternal love, X Kow fckle are our way Atjd yet how oft did Ifrael prove Tny conrlancy of grace. 220 PSALM CVII. 2 They faw thy wonders wrought, And then thy praife they iung ; But foon thy works of pow'r forgot, And murmur'd with their tongue. 3 Now they believe his word, While rocks with rivers iiow ; Now with their lulls provoke the Lord, And he reduc'd them low. 4. Yet when they mourn'd their faults, He hearken'd to their groans, Brought his own cov'nant to his thoughts, And call'd them Hill his fons. ' 5 Their names were in his book, Ke lav'd them from their fees ; Oft he chaftis'd, but ne'er forfook The people that he chofe. .6 Let Ifrael blefs the Lord, Who lov'd their ancient race ; And Chriftians join the folemn word Amen, to all the praife. PSALM 107. Firft Part. Long Metre. Ifrael led to Canaan, and Christians to Heaven, IVE thanks to God ; he reigns above ; G Kind are his thoughts, his name is His mercy ages paft have known, [love; And ages long to come mail own. Let the redeemed of the Lord' The wonders of his grace record ? Ifrael, the nation whom he chofe, And refcu'd from their mighty foes. [When God's own arm their fetters broke, And freed them from th' Egyptian yoke, PSALM CVII. 221 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 affuage Their burning thiril, 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 toCanaan's ground. 6 Thus, when our~firit. releafe we gain From iin's old yoke and Satan's chain, We have this defert world to pk{s3 A dang'rous and a tirefome place. 7 He feeds and clothes u; all the way, He guides our foctiteps left, we ftray, He guards us with a powerful 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 107. Second Part Long Metre, Cor region for Sin, and Releafe by VYayhr? ROM age to age exalt his nams: God and his grace are flill the :\ne ; He fills tte hungry foal with food, And feeds the poor with ev'ry good. 2 But if their hearts rebel, and rife Againir. the God who rules the ikies, If they rejec't his heav'nly word, And liic-ht the counfels of the Lord. ■f 222 IJ 5 AL Nl ^\'U. 3 He'll bring their fpirits to the ground, And no deiiv'rer {hall be found; Laden with grief, they wafte their breath In d;irknefs and the lhades of death. 4 Then to the Lord they raife their cries, He makes the dawning light ariie, And fc.atters all that difmal (ha.de, That hungio heavy round their head. 5 He cuts the bars of brafs in two, And lets the milling pris'ners through ; Takes off the load of guilt and grief, And gives the lab'ring foul relief. 6 O may the fons of men record The wond'rous goodnefs of the Lord ! How great his works ! how kind his ways! Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praife. PSALM 107. Third Part. Com. Metre iniCf-'perancetiiiziftied and par doned ; or, a PfaJm for the Glutton and the Drunkard. 1 ""C /'AIN man, on foolifh pleafures bent, \ Prepares for his own puniihment ; What pains, what loathfome maladies, From luxuries and luii arife ! 2 The drunkard feels his vitals wafte, Yet drowns his health to pieafe his tafte ; Till all his active pow 'rs are left, And fainting life craws near the duft. 3 The glutton groans, and loaths to eat, kwii abhors delicious meat ; Nature, with heavy loads opprefs'd, Would yield to death to be releas'd, 4 Then How the frighten'.Q fmners Hy To God for i.L . ! PSALM CVII. 27.3 He hears their groans,prolongs their breath, And faves them from approaching death. No med'cines could affect the care So quick, 10 eafy, or fo Aire, The deadly fentenoe God repeals, He fends his fov'reign word and heals. O may the fons of men record The wond'rous goodnefs of the Lord ! And let their thankful off5 ring prove How they adore their Maker's love. PSALM 107. Fourth Part. Long Metre. Deliverance from Storms and Shipwrecks y or, the Seamen* s Song. 'OULD you behol d the works of God, His wonders in the world abroad? With the bold mariner furvey The unknown regions of the fea. They leave their native mores behind, And feize the favour of the wind ! Till God command and tempeils rife, • That heave the ocean to the ikies. Now to the heav'ns they mount amain, . Now fink to dreadful deeps again ; What iirange affrights young faiiors hz\^ And like a ftaee'ring- drunkard reel I t>iD 4. When land is far, and death is nigh, Loft to all hope, to God they cry ; His mercy hears their loud addreis. And lends falvation in diib-efs. 5 He bids the wiads their wrath aiTuage, And itormv tempefb ceale to rage ; The gladfome train their fears give o'er And hail with joy their native more, 22. Their peace he ftiil purfu'd ; They render hatred for his love* And evil for his good. 4 Their malice rag'd without a caufe, Yet with his dying breath He pray'd for murd'rers on his crofs, And bleft his foes in death. 5 Lord mall thy bright example fhinc In vain before my eyes ; Give me a foul a-kin to thine, To love mini enemies. 6 The Lord (hall on my fide engage, And in my Saviour's. name I mail defeat their pride and rage, Yv ho {lander and condemn. PSALM no. Firft Part. Long Metre, Chriji exalted^ and Multitudes converted j or, The Succefs of the Gofpel. I qpHUS God tir eternal Father {pake JL To Chriit the Sou ; " Aicend and £.-. fe At my right h:md, 'till I mall m •s Thv t>>e> fob PSAL M CX. From Zion (hall thy word proceed, :e Thy word, the fceptre in thy hand, Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed, " And bow their wills to thy command. 3 " That day fnali ihow thy pow'r is gnwtf^ " When faints Dull flock with willing minds, , c< And imners croud thy temple gate, (i "Where holineis in beauty mines." 4 O bleffed Pow'r 1 O glorious day ! " What a large victory mall enfue ? f< And converts, who thy grace obey, " Exceed the drops of morning dew." PSALM i io. Second Part. Long Metre The Kingdom and Prieftbood of Cbri/I . 1 /**T~AHUS the great Lord of earth and Sea JL Spake to Jiis 'Sen, and thus he fwore ; " Eternal fhall thy oriefthood be, " And change from hand to hand no more, 2 > us, and, to raife our mame, [long?* Say, " Where's the God you've ferv'd f« 3 The God we ferve maintains his throne, .• clouds, beyond the ikies ; to' :i\i the earth his will is done, knows our groaes he hears our c. P S A L M CXV. 237 Bat, the vzin idols they adore Are fenfelefs fhapes of ftone and wood ; At belt a mafs of glitt'ring ore, A iilver faint, or golden god. [With eyes and ears they carve the head, Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind ; •In vain are cpftly oiPrings made, And vows are fcatter'd in the wind. Their feet were never made to move, Nor hands to'fave when mortals pray ; Mortals that pay them fear or love, Seem to be blind and deaf as they.] O Ifrael, make the Lord thy hope, Thy help, thy refuge, and thy reil ; The Lord fhali build thy ruins up, And blefs the people and the prieit, The dead no more can fpeak thy praiie, They dwell in filence in the grave ; But we mall live to ling thy grace, And tell the world thy power to fave. ■SALM 115. Second Metre. Idolatry re.pro^ved. [trm OT to our names, thou only jui Not to our worthleis names is g due : Thy pow'r and grace, thy truth juitice claim Immortal honours to thy ibv' reign name ; Shine thro' the earth from heavhi thy bie-i. --hi v:-. [God? Nor", leathensfay; And where';, your Heav?n is thir.e higher cc in1, thy throne And thro' the lower worlds thv will :s done : Gcdfram'd this earth, the $tirry he fpread, 238 P S A L M CXVI. But fools adore the gods their hands have made t' The kneeling croud, with looks devout behold Their hirer faviour's, and their faints or gold. 3 [Vain are ch ofe artful shapes of eyes and ears, The molten image ueither fees nor hears : Their hands are helple(s, nor their feet can move, They have no fp-eech, nor thought nor power nor love. Yet fottish mortals make their long complaints To their dear idols, and their movelefs faints. 4 The rich have ftatues well adorn'd with goid •, The poor content with gods of courier mould, With tools of iron carve the fenilels ftock Lopt from a tree, or broken from a rock : People and prielts drive on the folsmn trade, And cruft the gods that faws and hammers maJe } 5 Be heaven and earth amaz'd '. 'Tis hard to fay Whiclvare more ftupid, or their goJs, or they. [ O Ifrael, truft the Lord : he hears and fees, He knows thyl prrows an. I reitores thy peace : His worship does a thoulani comforts yielJ, He is thy help, and he thine heav'nlv shield. 6 In. God we truft : our impious foes in vain Attempt our ruin, an.l oppofe his reign ; Had they prevail'd, darknefs had clos'd our days, An J deaih and iilence had forbid his Traife : But we arefav'd, and live : — Let fangs' arife, And Zion blefs the God that built the skies. PSALM 116. FirftPart. Com. Metre. Recovery from /icknefs* LOVE the Lord : he heard my cries, And pity'd every groan, Long :is I live, when troubles rile, I'll hailen to his throne. PSALM CXVI. 23c 2 I love the Lord: he bow'dhis ear, And chas'd my griefs away : O let my heart no more defpair, When I have breath to pray. 3 My flefh declin'd, my fpirits fell, And I drew near the dead, While inward pangs and fears of hell Perplex'd my wakeful head. 5 " My God, (I cry'd) thy fervant fave, " Thou ever good and juit. ; " Thy power can refcue from the grave? " Thy power is ail my truft." 5 The Lord behold me fore diftrefl, He bade my pains remove : Return, my foul, to God thy reir, For thou haft known his love. 6 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. I PSALM 116. 12, &e. 2d Part. CM. Thanks for private Deliverance. HAT mall I render to my God *w: For all his kindnefs mown ? My fangs addrefs thy throne. 2 Among the faints that nil thine houfc My ofr; rings ihali be paid ; There {hall my zeal perform my vows My foul in anguiili made. 3 How much is merely thy delight, Thou ever bleffed God S 24o PSALM CXVII. How Gear thy fervants in thy fight ? How precious is their blood ? 4 How happy all thy fervants are ! How great thy grace to me ! My life, which thou halt made thy care, Lord I devote to thee. 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor mail my purpofe move ; Thy hands has loos'd my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love. 6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record : Witnefs, ye faints, who hear me now, If 1 for fake the Lord. PSALM 117. Common Metre, Praife to God from all nations. ALL ye nations, praife the Lord, Each with a diif'rent tongue ; Li c-^'ry language learn his word, And let his name be fung. •is mercy reigns thro' ev'iy land ; Proclaim his grace abroad ; For ever firm his truth fhall ltand— Praife ye the faithful God. PSALM 117. Long Metre. 1 T^ROM all that dwell below the flues jP Let the Creator's praife arife : Let the Redeemer's name be fung • Thro' ev'ry land, by cv'ry tongue. z Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word ; Thy pral jund from fhorc to fnore,, 'Till funs fhail fvtand rife no more. PSALM CXVIIL 241 PSALM 117. Short Metre. 1 '"T~rHY name, almighty Lord, JL Shall found thro' diftant lands : Great is thy grace and rare thy word ; Thy truth forever ftands. $2 Far be thine honour fpread, And long thy praife endure, 'Till morning light and ev'ning made., • Shall be exchang'd no more. PSALM 118. 6—15. Firft Part, CM; Deliverance from a iiimulu kHE Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid What all the fons of earth ean do, Since heaven affords its aid. 2 'Tis fafer Lord, to hope in thee, And have my God my friend, Than truit in men of high degree, And on their truth depend. 3 'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is ilrong In him my lips rejoice ; While his falvation is my fong, How cheerful is my voice L 4 Like angry bees they girt me round ; When God appears they fly : 60 burning thorns, with cracking founds Makes a fierce blaze and die. 5 Joy to the faints and peace belongs : The Lord protects their days : Let Ifrael tune immortal fongg To his almighty grace. U 1^.2 r O A L JW V.AV1II. PSALM u8.v. 17, 21. Second Part. CM. Public Praifefor Deliwancefrom Death. 1 T ORD, thou haft heard thy fervantcry, JL/ And jefcu'd from the grave ; How mail he live : (and none can die, If God refolve to lave.) 2 Thy praife, more conftant than before, Shall fill his daily breath ; Thy hand, that hath chains 'd him fore, Defends him ftill from death. 3 Open the gate of Zion now, For we (hall wormip there, The houfe where all the righteous go, Thy mercy to declare. 4 Among th' a'iTemblies of thy faints Our thankful voice we ralfe ; There we have told thee our complaints, And there we fpeak thy praife. PSALM o8. 22,23. Third Part. CM. Chrift the Foundation of the Church. 1. TOEHOLD the fure foundation ftone _£3 Which God in Zion lays, To build our heav'nly hopes upon, And his eternal praife. 2 Chofen of God, to finners dear, And faints adore the name, They truit their whole fiiv.it ion here, Nor mall they fuffer mame. 3 The foolifh builders, fcribe and prieft, Rejecl it with difdain ; Firm on this rock the church fe And envy rg P S A L .M CXVIII. '243 4 What tlio' the gates of hell withiiood ? Yet muii this baliding rife : 'Tis thy own. work, almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes. - PSALM 118. v. 24, 25,26.4th Part. CM. Hofannah j the Lord's Day y or, Chuffs Refur- reWioity and our Salvation. 1 *TT^HIS is die day the Lord hath made, JL He calls the hours his own ; Let heavn rejoice, let earth be glad, And praife furround the throne, 2 To day he rofe and left the dead ; And Satan's empire fell ; To day the faints his triumph fpread, And all his wonders tell. 3 Hofannah to the annointed King, To David's holy Son, Help us O Lord defcend and bring Salvation from thy throne. 4 Bleft is the Lord, who comes to men With meffages of grace ; Who comes in God his father's naiiie, To fave our finfal race. 5 Hofannah' in the higherc drains The church on earth can raife The higherl heav'ns, in which he reigns, ohuli give him nobler praife. PSALM 118.22,27. Short Metre. A', ticj'44- Thy heav'nly words my heart engage, And will employ my tongue, And in my tirefome pilgrimage, Yield me a heav'nly long. Ver. 19, I of. Am I a Granger, or at home, 'Tis my perpetual feait ; Not honey dropping frcm the comb So much allures the taire. Ver. 72, 127. _ Isio neafjres io curie li the nunc ; Ncr fhali thy word be fold Fu-: fj ir well refo'd, ;v^: zs, 4-9r.1j.5- :re links, and ipirks droop, Thy promi'ti of £iace 250 PSALM CXIX. Are pillars to f up port my hope, And there I wriie thy praife. PSALM 119. Sixth Part. Holinefs and Comfort from the Word. Ver. 128. 1 T ORD, I eiteem thy judgments right, X-j And all thy ftatutes juft, Thence I maintain a conilant fight, With ev'ry rlait'ring lint. Ver. 97, 9 2 Thy precepts often I furvey, I keep thy law in fight Thro' all the hufmefs of the day, To form my actions right. Ver. 62. 3 My heart in midnight filence cries, " How fweet thy comforts be ; My thoughts in holy wonder rife, 1 And bring their thinks to thee. Ver. 162. 4 And when my fpirit drinks her fill, At fome good word of thine, Not mighty men that (hare the fpoil, Have joys ccmpar'd to mine. P S A L M 1 19. Seventh Part. ijnperfe3ion of nature, and -perfection of Script :n Ve :. ; 96. Paraphrafed. 1 he heathen writers join fornj one perfect beck, £rreat God, if once compar'd with thine. ,v mean their writings look. 2 Not the moll per fed fu Could fhew one h n : P S A L M CXIX. 251 Nor lead a ftep beyond the g.ave, But thine conduct to heav'n. I've feen an end to what we call Perfection here below ; How fnort the pow'rs of nature fall, And can no farther go. Yet man would fain be juft with Gcd, By works their hands have wrought : But thy commands, exceeding broad. Extend to every thought. In vain we boart perfection here, While iin defiles our frame : And finks our virtues down fo far They fcarce deferve the name. Our faith, and love, and ev'ry grace Fall far below thy word ; But perfect truth and righteoufneA DwelLonly with the Lord. >ALM 119. Eighth Part. Com. Metre. Excellency and Variety of Scripture. Ver. in. Paraphrafed. LORD, I have made thy word my choice,, - My Jailing heritage ; There lhali my nobleft pow'rs rejoice. My warmerl thoughts engage. ['11 read the hurries of thy love, And keep thy laws in fight, S^hiie thro' the promises I rove. With ever-:reih delight. Tis a brOad land of wealth nnknown. W&e&e ip rings of life arife, of immortal blifs are ibwn, And hidden glory lies. ;* PSALM CXIX. The bell relief that mbarners have, It makes our ibriows bleft ; Our fakeft hope beyond the grave, And oar eternal rti'L PSALM 119. Ninth Part. Dcjire cf Kno-Lvkche. Ver. 64, 68, 18. /T~4LIY mercies fill the earth, O Lord, A How good thy works appear. Open my eyes to read thy word, And fee thy wonders there. Ver. 73, 125. My heart was faihion'd by thy hand, My lervice is thy due, Oh make thy fenrant underfcand The duties I mult do. Since I'm a itranger here below, Let not thy path be hid, But mark the road my feet mould go, And be my conftant guide. Ver. 26. When I confefs'd my wand'ring ways, Thou heard!! my foul complain ; Grant me the teachings of thy grace, Or I ihall ilray again. Ver. 33,34. If God to me his ftatutes ihew. And heavYiiy truth impart, His work for ever I'll pur'lie, :hali rule'mv fa Vje.ft 50U1; t when I bore It made nw. lea rn thy word the iglppffj 1 P S A L M CX1X. 255 Ver. 51. [In vain the proud deride me now ;■ I'll ne'er forget thy law, Nor let that bleffed gofpel go Whence all my hopes I draw. Ver. 27, 171. When I have learn'd my Father's will, I'll teach the world his ways ; My thankful lips infpir'd with zeal, Shall fing aloud his praife.] PSALM 119. Tenth Part. Pleading the Promifes. - Ver. 38, 49. BEHOLD thy waiting iervant, Lord, Devoted to thy fear ; Remember and confirm thy word, For all my hopes are there. Ver. 41, 58, 107. \ Haft thou not fent falvation. down. And promis'd quick'ning grace, Doth not my heart addrefs thy th And yet thy love delays. Ver. 123, 42. j Mine eyes for thy falvation fail ; . Oh bear thy fervant up ; Nor let the fcofhng lips prevail, Who' dare reproach my hope, Ver. 49, 74. \.- Didil thou not raife my faith, O L< Then let thy truth appear : Saints mall rejoice in my reward* Am 82. 1 /"CONSIDER all my forrows, Lord, \_j And thy deliverance fend ; My foul for thy falvation faints. When will my troubles end ? Ver. 71. c Yet I have found 'tis good forms- To bear my Fathers red; P S A L M CXIX. 2\ Afiiictions make me learn thy law, And live upon my God. Ver. so. 3 This is the comfort I enjoy . When new diitrefs begins : I read thy word, I run thy way, And hate my former fins. Ver. 92. 4, Had not thy word been my delight When earthly joys were fled, My foul, oppreft with forrows weight, Had funk amongir. the dead. Ver. 7S. 5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, Though they may feem fevere ; The iharpeft fufFerings I endure Flow from thy faithful care. Ver. 67. 6 Before I knew thy chair/rung rod, My feet were apt to ftray ; But now I learn to keep thy word,. Nor wander from thy way. PSALM 119. Fifteenth Part Holy Refolution. Ver. 93. ,H that thy iiatutes every hour. Might dwell upon my mino ! Tnence 1 derive a quickViing po > c : And daily peace 1 hnd. Ver. 61. 15, To meditate thy precepts. Lor- a, Shall be my iweet employ : My foul (hail ne'er forget thy word, Thy word is all my voy- ;3 PSALM CXIX. Ver. 32. How would I run in thy commands, If thou my heart discharge From iin and Satan's hateful chains And fet my feet at large ! Ver. 13, 46. My lips with courage (hall declare Thy ftatutes and thy name j I'll fpeak ihy word, tho5 kings mould hear, Nor yield to fiivful fhame. Ver. 61, 69, 70. Let bands ofperfecutors rife To rob me of my righ:. Let pride and malice forge their lies, The law is my delight. Ver. 115. Depart from me, ye wicked race, oi'e hands and hearts are ill : I Jove iry God, 1 love his way*, And muft obey his will. PSALM 119. Sixteenth Part, Frajcr for quickening Grace. Ver. 25, 37. T!^ yj'Y foal lies cleaving to the duft, J_VJL Lord, give me life divine : Frqsa vain defires and zveiy loft Fun - eyes ci mine. I need i he influence of thy grr.ee To /peed ine ttl thy way. Leil I inould loiter in my rac£, Or turn my f«< . .:. 107. . ^d thy quick'. 1 PSALM CXIX. 259 Thy word that I have reited on Shall help my heavier!: "hours. Ver. 156, 40. [ 4 Are not thy mercies fov;reign frill. And thou a faithful God ? Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal To run the heav'nly road ? Ver. 159, 40. 5 Does not my heart thy precepts love, And long to fee thy face ? And yet how flow my fpirits move Without enlivening grace ! Ver. 93. 6 Then mall I love thy gofpel more, And ne'er forget thy word, When I. have felt it's qaick'ning povv'r To draw me near the Lord. PSALM 119. Seventeenth Part. L. Mtt, Grace fijining in Difficulties and Trials, Ver. 143, 28. ill 7HEN pain ana anguUh iieze me. Lord;, VV Ail my fuppbrt is from thy word : My foul defotves for heavinefs : Uphold me with thy itrength'ning grace, Ver. 51, 69, no. 2 Tils proud have franrd . - They watch % feet with pnvio^s eves, foul yfar&^M ; ■ V&rTibi, "7S, I The/ hz-.e me, Lord,, vithoat a caufe, • y hate to fee me io/e thy laws ; ill truit ana frar thy name, Till pride and mall - ids limine, 260 P S A L M CXX. PS AL M 119. Laft Part. Sanctified 'aJfiiciio?is y or, Delight in the word ' cfCod Ver. 67, 50. 1 T^ATHER, X blefs'thy gentle hand ; Jp How kind was thy chaftinng rod, That fore'd my conference to a itand And brought my wand'ring foul to God ! 2 Foolifn and vain, I went aftray, Ere I had felt thy fcourges, Lord, I lti\ my guide, arid loli my way : But now I love and keep thy word. Ver. 71. 3 'T5s good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rife and fwell ; 'Xis good to bear my father's ilroke, That I might learn his itatutes well. Ver, 72. 4 The law that iftues from thy mouth Shall raiie my cheerful paflions more in all die treafures of the fouth, Or richeit hills of golden ore. Ver. 73. 5 Thy haadshave male my mortal frame, : Thy fpirit form'd my ibul * e to know thy wQ»4'rous name And guard me fafe from death and fin. Ver, 71.. . n all thatrlove lie Lord At my b hall rejoice ; For I have tr And made iky gi&C3 my only choice. PSAL M 120. Consmon ;,' Complain: of i urs y or, Di :■-. i A s ^HOU God. of love, thou - JL Pity my fufprir.g ilate ; psalm cxxi. When wilt thou fet my heart at reft, From lips that love deceit ? 2 Hard lot of mine ! My days are cad Among the fons of ilrife, Whofe never ceaiing quarrels wafte My golden hours of life. 3 Oh might I fly to change my place, How would I cheoie to dwell In fome wide loaefome wildernefs, And leave thefe gates of hell ? 4 Peace is the bleihng that I feek, How lovely are its charms ! I am for peace ; but when I fpeak, They all declare for arms. 5 New pamons -till their fouls engage-, - And keep their malice itrong : What fhall be done to earb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue 1 6 Should burning arrays fmiteth?^ tktfl Strict juiHce would approfe ; But I would rather fpare my foe, And melt his heart with Icve. PSALM I2i. Long Metre, Di-vine ProtcSIicn. I y TP to the hills I lift mine eye ■-., %J Th' eternal hills beyond the feic: Thence all her help my ioui derives ; There my almighty refuge w e. 2 He lives; the everla^iug God, at built the world, that ir. . The heawns, with all thekhofo : - And tn3 dark regions of the iead* iJ 2 262 PSALM CXXL 3 He guides our feet, he guards our way ; His morning fmiles adorn tne day : He fpreads the ev'ning veil, and keeps Tiie iilent hours while ifraei iieeps. 4 Ifraei, a name divinely bleft, May rife fecure, fccurely reft ; Thy holy guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no ilumber, nor furprife. 5 No fun mail fmite thy head by day Nor the pale moon with fickly ray Shall blail thy couch ; no baleful flar Darts his malignant fire fo far. 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou malt go, and Hill return; Safe in the Lord ! his heav'nly care Defends thy life from every fnare. 7 On thee, foul fpirits have no power ; And in thy laii departing hour, jels, that trace the airy road, I bear thee homeward to thy God. PSALM I2i. Common Metre. Prefert'atio?i ly Day and 'Night. O heav'n I lift my waiting eyes, There all my hopes are kid, The Lord that built the earth and Ikies Is my perpetual aid. their itedfaft feel mall never fail, Wnom he deiigns to keep ; His ear attends the fofteft call j His eyes can never fieep.. He will fufrain our weak. With his alcaig PSALM CXXI. 265 And watch our mail unguarded hours Againft furpriiing harm. 4 Ifrael rejoice, and reil : fecure, Thy keeper is the Lord : His wakefnl eyes employ his power For thine eternal guard. 5 Nor fcorching fun, nor fickly moon Shall have its leave to fmite : He lhields thy head from burning noon, From Waiting damps at night. 6 He guards thy foul, he keeps thy breath* Where thicksft dangers come ; Go and return fecure from death, Till God commands thee home. PSALM 121. As the 148th Pfalm, God our Prefer'jsr. i T TPWARD I lift mine eyes, \J From God is all my aid; The God that built the Sues, And earth and nature made : God is the tower To which I fly : His grace is nigh In every hour. 2 My feet mail never flide, And fail in fatal fnares, Since God my guard and giiide, Defends me from my fears, Thole wakeful eyes That never fieep, lall Lfrael keep V/hin. danger: rsfe. z64 P S A L M CXXII. 3 No burning heats by day, - Nor blafts of evening air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there ; Thou art my fun, And thou my (hade, To guard my head By night or noon. 4 Haft. thou not given thy word To lave my foul from death ? And lean truft my Lord . Takeep my mortal breath ; I'll go and come, Nor fear to die, Till from on high Thou call me home. PSALM 122. Common Metre. Gcixg to Church. "OW did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly fay, " 1>: Zion let us all appear, '* And kisjk thejhlemn dm" I love the gates, I love the road ■ The church, adorn'd with grace, Stands like a palace built for God To mew his milder face. Up to her court's, with joy unknown The holy -tribes repair ; The ion of David holds his throne, And fits in judgment there. He hears our praifes and complaints ; And while his awful voice Divides the miners from the fab:. We tremble and rejoice. PSAL M CXXII. . 265 Peace.be within this {acred place, And joy a conilant gueit ! With holy gift* ar.:l heavmly grace Be her attendants bleft ! My foul ihall pray for Zion fall, While life or breath remains ; There my bell friends, my kindred dwell, There God my oavicur reigns. PSALM 122. Proper Tune. Going to Church. 1 ITjfOW pless'd and bleft was I, JTa To near the people cry, €< Comey lei us jezk our God tc-dsj \ Yes, with a cheerful zeal "We hafte to Z ion's hill. And there our vo.vs and honors pay. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorn'd with wondrous grace, And wall-s of ftrength embrace the i In thee our tnces appear To pray, and praife, and. hear The (acred gofpel's joyful found, 3 There David's greater fen Has flx'd his royal throne, He fits for grace and judgment the:-: ; .He bias the faints be giad, He makes the iinner lad, And humble fouls rejoice with fear, 4. . j attend thy gate, - within thee wait, To oleis til. foul of every gueit : The man that leeks thy peace, And w ifnes thine increafe, A thouiand bieHm^s on him reft ! 266 P S A L M CXXIII. 5 My tongue repeats her vows, " Peace to this j acred houfe P\ For here my friends a->.d kindred dwell ; And flnce my glorious God Makes thee his beil abode, My foul fhall ever love the well. Repeat the t^th Stanza to cdmpkte the Tune, PSALM 123. Common Metre. Pleading with SubmiffioK. 1 f~\ Thou whofe grace and juftice reign \J Enthron'd above the £kies, To thee our hearts would tell their pain, To thee we lift our eyes. 2 As fervants watch their mailer's hand, And fear the angry ftroke ! Or maid3 before their miftrefs (land, And wait a peaceful look ; 3 So for our fins we jufdy feel Thy discipline, O God ; Yet wait the gracious moment flill, Till thou remove the rod. 4. Thoie that in wealth and pleafure live, Our daily groans deride, A ad thy delays of mercy give h courage to their pride. 5 Our foes infult us, but our hope In thy companion lies ; dit Pi ill bear our fpirits up, : God wiii notdefpife. PSALM 124. Common Metre. £:-'j?s Ft fiery. I TTAD not the God o\ truth and 1 ■ 171 When hoiis agaiuil ■ PSALM CXXV. 26; Difplay'd his vengeance from above. And crufh'd the conq'ring foes j Their armies like a raging flood Had fwept the guardlefii land, Deftroy'd on earth his bieft abode, And 'whelnrd our feeble band. f But fafe beneath his fpreading Meld His fons fecureiy reft, Defy the dangers of the field, And bare the fearlefs breaft. And now our fouls mall blefs the Lord, Who broke the deadly fnare : Who fav'd us from the murd'ring fvvord, And made our lives his care. Our help is in Jehovah's name, Who form'd the heav'ns above ; He that fupports their wondrous frame Can guard his church by love. PSALM 125. Common Metre. The Saint's Trial and Safety. UNSHAKEN as the iacred hill, And firm as mountains Hand, Firm as a rock the foul mail reft, That -trulls thj Almighty hand. Not walls ncr hills could guard fo well Old Salem's happy ground, As thofe eternal arms of Jove, That every faint iurround. While tyrants are a fmarting fcourge To drive them near fo God, Divine companion will affiage The fbry of the rod, 263 PSALM CXXV. 4 Deal gently, Lord, with fouls fincere, And lead them fafeiy on To the bright gates ofparadife, WJhgre Ciiriit their Lord is gone, 5 But if we trace thofe crooked ways Tfiat the old ferpent drew, The wrath that drove hirn nrit to hell, Shall finite his followers too. P S A L M 125. Short Metre. The Saints 2 rial and Safety; or, Modcratea Affliaions. 1 TT^IRM and unmov'd are they, jn That red their fouls on God; Firm as the mount where David dwelt, Or where the ark abode. - 2 As mountains Itood to guard The city's facred ground, So God and his almighty love Embrace his faints around. 3 What tho' the Father's rod Drop a chaftifing ftroke, Yet Jell it wound their fouls too deep, Its fury mall be broke. 4 Deal gently, Lord, with thofe, Whole faith and pious fear, Whole hope and love, and ev'ry grace, Proclaim their hearts fincere. 5 Not fii.dl the tyrant's rage, Too long opprefs the iaints ; The God of Ifrael will fupport His children, left they faint. 6 But if our fiavim fear Will choofc the road to hell, I P S A L M CXXVI. 269 We mult exoe& our portion there, Wn3ie bolder iinners dwell. SALM 126. Firft Part. Long Metre. Surpri/wg Deliverance. 7HEN God reilord our captive ftate, joy was our fong, and grace our theme, The grace beyond our hopes fo great, That joy appear'd, a pleafmg dream. 2 The fcoiter owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honors to thy name ; While we with pleafure iliout thy praifea With cheerful notes thy love proclaim- 3 When we review our difnial fears, 'Twas hard to think they'd vanifh fo,. With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrow'd field, His fcatter'd feed with fadnefs leave:-, Will tfcactt to :e^ the harveit yield A welcome load of joyful fneaves. < PSALM 126. Common Metre, lloe j'oy of a remarkable Ccu-z'erjion >• or, M i^T^HENGodrevc^'uhls gracious nam^ V V And chang;d my mournful ftate, - - opiure {eemfd a pleafmg dream, grace appear'd fo great. 3 ;rid beheld the glorious change, o ■ uiu thy hand confefs, rvl'y.t figue. broke put in unknown itrains, :. tang mrpriung grace. 27o PSALM CXXVII. 3 * ' Great is the work, my neighbours cry'd, And own'd the power divine ; " Gnat is the work my heart repli'd " And be the Glory trine." 4 The Lord can clear the darkeil 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 (hall confefs their iheaves are great And stout the bleflings home. 6 Tho' fec-d lie bury'd long in duft, It (han't deceive their hope ! The precious grain can ne'er be loft For grace injures the crop. PSALM 127. Long Metre. The BleJJing of God en the Bujinefs and Com/on cf Life. i TF God fucceed not, all the coft JL The pains to build the houfe are loft. If God the cky will not keep, The watchful guards as well may fleep. 2 What tho' we rife before the fun, And work and toil when day is gone, Careful and fparing.eat our bread, To muri that poverty we dread, 3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blefr, He can make rich, yet give us rt-ft ; On God our fov'reign, ifcill depc. Our joy ih Children and in friends. 4 Happy the man to whom he feud:- Obedient children I TFG psalm cxxvrr. 271 How fweet oar daily comforts prove, When they are feafon'd with his love ! PSALM 127. Common Metre. Gcd Jill in All. God to build the houfe deny, e builders work in vain ; And towns without his wakeful eye, An ufelefs watch maintain. 2 Before the morning beams arife, Your painful work renew, And till the liars afcend the fkies Your tirefome toil purfue. 3 Short be your fleep, and ccarfe your fare ; In vain till God has Bleft ; But if his fmiles attend your care, You lhall have food and reft. 4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends, Shall real bleffings prove Nor all the earthly joys he fends, If fent without his love. PSALM 128. Common Metre. Family Blcjjtngs* 1 f~\ HAPPY man, whole foul is fJl'd \jf With zeal and rev 'rend awe ! His lips to God their honors yield. His life adorns the law. 2 A careful providence (hall fcand. And ever guard thy head, Shall on the labours of thy hand Its kindly blefiings fried, 3 Thy wife fhali be a fruitful vine : Thy children round thy board. Each like a plant of honour mine, And learn to fear the Lord, 2-2 P S A L M CXXIX. ■(. The Lord (hail thy bell hopes fulfil, For months and years to come ; The Lord who dwells on Zion's hill, Shall fend the bleiEngs home . '5 This is the man whofe happy eyes, Shall fee his houfe increafe ; Shall fee the finking church arife, Tnen leave the world in peace, PSALM 129. Common Metre. Perfecutors Punijbed. 1 T TP from my youth, may Ifrael fay, \J Have I been nurs'd in tears ; My griefs were conflarit as the day, And tedious as the years. 2 Up from my youth, I bore the rage, Of all the fons efftrife ; • Oft they affail'd my riper age, But God preferv'd my life. 3 O'er all my frame their cruel dart its painful wounds imprefs'd ; Hourly they vex'd my fainting heart, Nor let my forrows reft. 4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, And with impartial eye, Mcafur'd the mischiefs they had done, Then let his arrows fiy. 5 How was their infolence furpris'd, To hear his thunders roll ! And all the foes of Zion feiz'd With horror to the foul. 5 Thus (hall the men that hate the faints, Be blamed from the {ky ; PSA L M CXXX. their glory fades, their courage faints, And all their profpedts die. [What tho' they fiouriih tail and fair, They have no root beneath ; Their growth fliall perifh in defpair, And lie defpis'd in death. [So corn that onthe houfe top Hands, I No hope of harveft gives t ^IIiq reaper ne'er ihail iiil his hands. Nor binder fold the iheaves. PSALM 130. Common Metre, Pardoning Grace. UT of the deeps of 'long diftrefsj The borders of defpair, I lent my cries to feek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear. Great God, mould thy feverer eye, And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal fieia could ftand. But there are pardons with my God, For crimes of high degree ; Thy ion has bougm: thf iri with his blooc To draw us near :c thee. [I wait for thy falvatlcm, Lord, With krong denres I wak ; vly foul, invked by thy word- Stands watching at thy |^e.] Jult as the guards that keep die nig a!: Long for the morning; iaies, tfatcn the fir& beams of breaking light, And meet them wkh riielr eyes. 274 PSALM CXXX. 6 So waits my foul to fee thy grace, And more intent than they, Meets the firft op'nings of thy face, And finds a brighter day.] 7 Then in the Lord let Ifrael truft, Let Ifra'l feek his face ; The Lord is good as well as juft, And plenteous in his grace. 3 There's full redemption at his throne For finners long enflav'd ; The great Redeemer is his Son : And Ifra'l mail be fav'd. PSALM 130. Long Metre. Pardoning Grace. 1 T^ROMdeepdiftrefs and troubled thought JP To thee, my God I rais'd my cries : If thou feverely mark our faults, Mo flefhean Hand before thine eyes. 2 But thou haft built thy throne of grace, Free to difpenfethy pardons there, That finners may approach thy face, And hope, and iove, as well as fear. 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long and wiih for breaking day, So waits my foul before thy gate : When wiii my God his face difplay ! 4 My truft is fix'd upon thy word, Nor (hall 1 trull thy word in vain : Let mourning fouls addrefs the Lord, And find relief from all their pain. 5 Gre.;t is his love, end lorgwhis grace, i ur hpttoftof hisi>o*i-? PSALM CXXXIL 275 He turns our feet from finful ways, And pardons what our hands have done. PSALM 131. Common Metre. Humility and SubmiJJhn. S there ambition in my heart ? Search., gracious God, and ice Or do I acl a haughty part ? Lord, I appeal to thee. f % charge my thoughts, be humble full, Ana all my carriage mild ; Content, my Father, with thy will, And peaceful as a child. The patient foul, the lowly mind, Shall have a large reward : Let faints in iorrow lie refign'd. And trail u faithful Lord. 5ALM 132. v. 5, 13— 18. Long Metre. ' the Settlement of a Church „• or, 2'te Ordi- nation of a Mi?iifter. HERE mall we go to feek and find An habitation tor our God ; A dwelling for the eternal mind Among the ions of rieih and blood ?■ The God of Jacob chofe the hill Of Zion for his ancient rer> ; And Zion is his dwelling frill. His church is with his presence blef^'d, " Here I will fix my gracious throne, " And reign for ever," ikith the Lord ; ft Here mail my pow'r and love bsknowiv " And biefiings mall attend my word. " Hers will I meet the hungry poor, " And nil their (bdi witti living bread ; 276 P S A L M CXXXII. " Sinners, that wait before my door, " With fweet proviilons (hall be fed. 5 " Girded with truth, and cloatb'd with grace " My piieih, my miai/iers mall flime : " Not Aaron, in his coftly .drafs, " Appears fo glorious and divine. 6 " The faints, unable to contain " Their inward joys, mail mo ut and ling; " The Son of David here fhall reign, ** And Zion triumph in her King." 7 [Jefus mail fee a num'rous feed Born here t' uphold his glorious name ; Tlis crown mall riouriih on his head, While all his foes are clcth'd with ihame. } PSALM 132. v. 4, 5, 7, 8, 15—17. C. JVL A Church EftablifieJ. 1 1WTO fieep nor flumber to his eyes XJ\ Good Da\'id would afford, 'Till he had found below the Ikies A dwelling for the Lord. 2 The Lord in Zion plac'd his name, His ark was fettled there ; And there th* ailembled nation name To worinip thrice a year. 3 We trace no more thofe toiifome way it wander far abroad ; leie'er thy people meet for praiie, There is a houfe for God. P A U S E. 4 Arife. O Mi ze, arife, 1 enter to thy reft, Lo ! thy c . i Its u ith '' Thus PSALM CXXXIII. 277 5 Enter with all thy glorious train,. Thy Spirit and thy word ; All that the ark did once contain Could no fiich grace afford. 6 Here, mighty God, accept our vows. Here let thy praife be spread ; Blefs the provifions of thy houfe,, And fill thy poor with bread. 7 Here let the Son of David, reign* Let God's anointed ftiine. Juflice and truth his court maintain., With love andpow'r divine. % Here let him hold a lafling throne ; And as his kingdom grows, Frefh honors (hall adorn his crown. And fhame confound his foes. PSALM 133. Com. Metre. Brotherly Loroe. 1 T O! what an entertaining fight JLy Thofe friendly brethren prove, Whofe chearful hearts in bands unite Of harmony and love. 2 Where ftreams of blifs from Chrifl 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 perfam'd his feet And o'er his garments. fpresd. 4. *Tis pleafant as the morning de-ws That fail on Zion's hill, 278 P S A L M CXXXIII. Where God his mildeit glory (hews, And makes his grace diftii, PSALM 133. Short Metre. Communion of Saints ; or Lowe and nvarjfiif in, a family. 1 TJ LEST are the fous of peace, J3 Whole hearts and hopes are one, Whofe kind deilgns to ferve and pleafe Thro, all their actions run. 2 Bleft is the pious hcufe Where zeal and friendship meet, Their ibngs of praife, their mingled vows Make their communion fweet. 3 Thus when on Aaron's head They pour'd the rich perfume, The oil thro' all his raiment fpread, . And pleafure fill'd the room. 4 Thus on the heav'nly hills The faints are bleit above, Where joy like morning dew diflils, And all the air is love. PSALM 133. As the izzd pfalm. The Biennis of Frie-.djh'ip. * 1LT^W pkafant 'tis to fee • JLjL Kindred and friends agree, Each in his proper ftation move, And each fulfil his part With lympatj-;:;r.?; feeartjj In all the cares of life and love. 2 'Tis like an ointment fhed On Aaron's facred head, Divinely rich, divinely fweet ; The oil thro' all the room T> 1 ft» s ' d a c h 0 i ce p z r ra m e , Ran thro' his rota* and ble PSALM CXXXV. 279 Like ffultmj ihowers of rain That water all the plain, Descending from the neighb'ring Kills 5 Such iireams of pleaiure roll Thro' every friendly foul, W here love like he.tv'nly dew difliis. PSALM 134. Common Metre. Daily and hightly Devotion* 17E that obey tlr immortal King, \ Attend his holy place : Bow to the glories of his power, And blefs his wond'rous grace. 2 Lift up your hands by morning light. And fend your fouls on high ; Raife your admiring thoughts by night Above the Harry iky. 3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts With rays of quick'ning grace ; The God that fpreads the heavens abroad, And rules the fweiling feas. PSALM 135. 1-4, 14, 19-21. rirftPartL.M. 'xbe Church is GQD's Houje and Care, 1 IpjRAISE ye the Lord, exalt his name., JL While in his earthly courts ye wait. Ye faints that to his hoaie belong, Or Hand attending at his gate. 2 Praife ye the Lord, the Lord is good ; To praife his name is fweet employ ; liraei he chofe of old and kill Krs church is his peculiar joy. 3 1 fee Lord him felf will judge his faints :• He treats his lervants as his friends ; And when he hears their fore complaints., Repents the fcrrows that he fends. s8o PSALM CXXXV. 4 Thro' every age the Lord declares His name, and breaks ths opprefibr's rod; He gives his fuiFering fervajita reft, And will be known th' Almighty God. 5 Blefs ye the Lord, who tafte his love, People and priefts exalt his name ; Amongfl his faints he ever dwells ; His church is his jerufalem. PSALM 135. vtr. 5—12. Second Part. The Works of Creation, Province, Redemption of Ifrael, ar.d DefruciicTi cf Enemies . i £^ REAT is the Lord, exalted high V_JT Above all powers and every throne; Whate'er he pleafe in earth and fea, Or heaven, or hell, his hand hath done. 1 At his command the vapours rife, The lightnings flam, the thunders roar 5 He pours the rain, he brings the wind And tempelt from his airy ftore. 3 'Twas he thofe dreadful tokens fent, O Egypt thio' thy liabhorn land : When all thy nrft-born; bearfb and men, F:;ll dead by his avenging hand. a. What mighty nations, mighty kings Hr flew and their whole country gave To Ifrael, whom his hand redeem'd, No more to be proud Pharoalrs (lave. 5 His DO'.v;:r th; fame* the fajae his grace, cs us from the holt of hell ; And h&aveii lie give.5 us to por Whence thole spoliate itiig PSALM CXXXV. 23* PSALM 135. Common Metre. ; Praife due to GOD, not to Idols. -I A WAKE, ye .faints : To praife your jf~\ Your fweetefl Paflions raife, [King, Your pious pieafure, while you ling, Increafmg with, the praife. 2 Great is the Lord : and works unknown Are his divine employ : But itili his faints are near his throne, His treafure and his joy. 3 Heaven, earth and fea confefs his hand ; He bids the- vapours rife ; Light'ning and ftorm at his command Sweep tnro' the founding ikies. . 4 Ail pow'r that gods or kin'gs have claim'd Is found with him alone ; But heathen i^ods mould ne'er be nam'd Where our je no van's known. 5 Which of the itocks and (tones they trail Can give them mowers of rain ; In vain they worfnip glitt'ring dull, And pray to God in vain. 6 [Their gods have tongues that fpeechlefi Such as their makers gave : [prove,, Their feet were never form! a to move, N'jr hands have power to lave. 7 Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf^ Nor hear when mortals pray ; Mortals that wait for their relief. Are blind and deaf as they. ] .8 Ye nations, know the living God, Serve him wi'ch faith and fear ; Q.2 282 PSALM CXXXVI. He makes the churches his abode, And claims your honors there. PSALM 136. Common Metre. God's Wonders of Creation t Providence , Redemp- tion of Ifrael, and Salvation of his People. 1 f~** 1 VE thanks to God the fov'reign Lord : VjT His mercies ft ill endure. And be the King of kings ador'd, His truth is ever fur e. 2 What wonders hath his wifdom done ? Hew mighty is his hand r Heaven, earth and lea he fram'd alone : Row wide is his command / 3 The fun lupplies the day with light : How bright his counjih jhins i The moon and ftars adorn the night : His works are all divine ! 4 [He ftruck the fons of Egypt dead : H:w dreadful is his rod! And thence with joy his people led : How gracious is our God ! 5 He cleft the fwelling fea in two ; His arm is great in might, And gave the tribes a paiTage thro' ; His power and grace unite* 6 But Pharaoh's army there he drown'd ; How glorious are his ways ! And brought his iaints thro* defart ground \ Eternal be his praife. n Great monarchy fell beneath his hand ; Victorious ts bis Jword y While Iiraei took the promis'd land ; Ami faithful u his -v.' •,,',] PSALM CXXXVI. 283 B He faw the nations dead in fin ; He felt his pity move : How fad the Hate the world was in! Hovj boundlefs nvas his love ! 0 He fen t to fave us from our woe; His goodnefs never fails ; From death and hell, and every foe ; And fill his grace prevails. 10 Give thanks to God the heavenly king : His mercies fill endure , Let the whole earth his praifes ling ; His truth is ever Jure. PSALM 136. As the 148th Pfalrru 1 f^ IVE thanks to God moil high, Vjf The univerfal Lord ; The fovereign K«g of kings : And be his grace ador'd. His power and grace, Are ftill the fame ; And let his name Have endlefs praife. 2, How mighty is his hand ! What wonders hath he done ! He form'd the earth and fea>, And fp.read the heavens alone. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall frill endure ; And ever fure Abides thy word, 3, Hiswifdom. fram'd the fun To crown the day with light ; The moon and twinkling liars To cheer thedarkiome night. 284 PSALM CXXXVI. His power and grace Are itill the fame : And let his name Have endlefs praife. 4 [He fmote the firft-born Tons, The flower of Egypt dead ; And thence his chofen tribes With joy and glory led. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall fiiil endure, And ever fure Abides thy word. 5 His power and lifted rod Cleft the Red-fea in two ; And for his people made A wondrous paffage thro'. His power and grace Are itill the fame ; * And let his name Have endlefs praife. 6 But cruel Pharaoh there With all his hoit was drown'd ; And brought his Ifrael fafe Thro' a long defart ground. Thy rnprcy, Lord, Shail itiii endure ; And ever fure Abides thy word. Pause. 7. The Kings of Canaan fell Beneath his dreadful hand ; While his own fervants took P 0 lie fix on of their land PSALM CXXXVI. 2 His power and grace Are ftiil the fame ; And let his name Have endlefs praife.) He faw the nations lie, [ All periihing in fin, And pity'd the fad ftate The ruin'd world was in. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall ftill endure ; And ever fure Abides thy word. .He fent his only fon To fave us from our woe, From fatan, fin, and death, And every hurtful foe. His power and grace Are flill the fame ; And let his name Have endlefs praife. o Give thanks aloud to God, To God the heav'nly king ; And let the fpacious earth His works and glories fing. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall fcill endure ; And ever fure Abides thy word. PSALM 136. Abridg. Long Metre. GIVE to our God immortal praife 1 Mercy and truth are all his ways : Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your fang. *86 P S A L M CXXXVIL 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, The King of kings with glory crown ; His mercies c-ver Jhall endure When lords and lings j.'j all be no more. 3 He built the earth, lie fpread the fky, And nx'd the ftarry lights on high : Winders cf grace to God belong, Repeat fiis mercies in your Jong. 4 He fills the fun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night, His mercies ever jhall endure When fun and moon Jhall (hine no mors, 5 The jews when freed from Piiaraoh's hand, And brought them to the promised land ; Wonders cf grace to God belong , Repeat his mercies in your fong. 6 He faw the Gentiles dead in fin, And felt his pity move within ! His mercies ever Jhall endure, ■ When death and fin Jhall reign no more. 7 He i'enc his Son with power to fave Fro n guilt anddarknefs, and the grave Wonders cf grace to God belong Repeat his mercies in your Jong. S Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, Arid leads us to his heav'nly feat : His ms -sits ever Jhall endure, Wbeh this vainzvorld jhall be no more. PSALM 137. The Bahfonijh Captivity. [Hc'.vs 1 A kO'N G the'h inks w h are Babel ' s c Ur re at X\, Our captive bands in deep defpondc nee ilray*d, P S A L M CXXXVIII. 287 While Z'on's fall in fad remembrance rofe, er friends, her children mingled with the dead. The tnnelefs harp that once with joy we lining rhen praife employ'" d and mirth infpir'd the lay, In mournful fil'ence on the willows hung : id groaning grier proiong'd the tedious day. Thebarb'rcus tyrants, to increafe their woe, ith taunting frniles a long of Zion claim ; Bid facred praife in ftreams melodious flow, hile they blafpheme the great Jehovah's same. But how, in heathen chains and lands unknown all Ifraei s fons a fong of Zion raife ? O hapiefs Salem, God's terreftial throne, iou land of glory, facred mount of praife. If e'er mv mem'ry lofe thy lovely name, my cold heart neglecl my kindred race, Let dire dcltruction fe>:e this guilty frame ' hand shall perish and my voice shall ceafe, Vet shall the Lord, who hears when Zion calls, ertake her foes with terror anddifmay, His arm avenge her defolated walls, d raife her children to eternal day. P S A L M 138. Reftoring and Prcfervhig Grace. WITH all 1113/ powers of heart and tongue, I'll praife my maker in. my fong : Angels fhall hear the notes I raife, Approve the fong and join the praife. [Angels that make thy church their care Shall witnefs my devotions there, While holy zeal direcls my eyes To Uiy fair temple in the ikies.] 283 PS A L M CXXXIX. 3 I'll fmg thy truth and mercy, Lord, I'll fing the wonders of thy word ! Not all the works and names below So much thy power and glory (how. 4 To God I cry'd when troubles rofe, He heard me, and fubdu'd my foes : He did my fifing fears controul, And ftrength diifus'd through all my foul. 5 The God of Heaven maintains his Hate, Frowns on the proud & fcorns the great ; But from his throne defcends to blefs The humble fouls that trufts his grace. 6 Amidit a thoufand fnares I Hand 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 139. Firfl Part, Lohg Mctr The All Seeing GOD. i T OR.D, thou haft fearch'd & feen me thrc I j Thine eye commands with piercin My rifing and my reiting hours, [vie My heart and fleih with all their powers. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God diitiai'tly known : He knows the \v0rd5 I mc?.n to fpeak, Ere from my opening 1 peak, hy circling pow'r I flan On evei PSALM CXXXIX. 23- Awake, alleep, at home, abroad t I am- mrrounded ftill with God, r- Amazing knowledge, vail and great ; What large extent ! what lofty height ! My foul with ail the powers I boaft, Is in the boundlefs profpeft loft. Oh may thefe thoughts po/Tefs my breair, Where e'er I rove, where e'er I reft* Nor let my weaker paffions dare Confent to fin. for God is there. Pause I. \ Could I fo falfe, fo faithlefs prove, To quit thy fervice and thy love, Where Lord,couid 1 thy prefence fhun, Or from thy dreadful glory run ? If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thoudwell'it. enthron'd in light; Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns. And fatan groans beneath thy chains. If mounted on a morning ray, I fly beyond the weilern lea : Thy fwifter hand would hril arrive, And there arreit thy fugitive, Or mould I 'try tofhun thy fioht Beneath the fpreading ve-rl ofrap-ht, One glance of thine, one pieic.r.p- Would kindle darknefs into day. o Oh may theie thoughts poiTefs my bre Where e'er I rove, where e'er I ref: ; Nor let my weaker paffions dare Confent to fcn, for God is the re. 25o PSALM CXXXIX. Pause II. 1 1 The veil of night is no dlfguife, No icreen from tiiy ali-iearching eyes ; Thy hand can feize thy foes as i'oon Thro' midnight fhades as biazing noon. 12 Midnight and noon in this agree, Great God they're both ?iike to thee ; Not death can hide what God will fpy, And hell lies naked to his eye. 1 3 Ob may tb^Je thoughts pojfcfs my breafi 17.. b'rf'jtr i rove ~jj..er2 er I reft j let my weaker pajjiom d:irz Cghj£':.i to fin, for Go:i is tl PSALM 139. Second Part, LongMetrq 2 'be wonderful Formation cf Man. 1 '"TT^W A6 from ihy hand, my God, I came X A work qffuch a curious frame ; In me thy fearful wonders Siine And each proclaim thy fkiii divine. 2 Thine eyes could all my limbs furvey, Which yet in d iion lay : Thou. taw 'il jjhe daily ^c':/:h they tc Form'd by the moan of thy book. 3 By thee my growing pan-; were nam'd Is frzm'd The breathings Langs, the beating heart Was copy u 4 At lad to {hew my God ftaibpNi my fiame, And in Ibme unkn . nt join'd The finifh'd mert 5 There the y. And all the m M CXXXIX. ?9i Great God, our infant nature pays Immortal tribute to thy praife. Pause. 6 Lord, fince in my advancing age I've aded on life's buiy fege', Thy -thoughts of love to me iunnount The power of nambers to recount. 7 I could iurvey the ocean o'er, And count, each farid that makes the {hore3 Before my fwifteit thoughts could i"ra»e Tne numerous wonders of thy grace. 3 Thefe on my heart are [till ini$*re#j With thefe I give ray eyes to reit ; And at my waking hoar I hnd God and his love poiieis my mind, PSALM 139. Third Part. Long C Sincerity prcfsd:d, and grace tried , cr, 'i k Heart Searching GQB. iv. I mourn to near their lips profane | Take thy tremendous name in vain. z Does not ir.'r foul detefc and hate The fohs 6i malice and decei. f Thtoie that ojfcpoie thyiaws and tjieej I count far eaeinie; to me. 3 Lord, iearaa my foal, try every Do I indulge ibme unknown hi 1 ~7\ /fY God, what inwa; j When impioas mi 292 PSALM CXXXIX. Oh turn my feet whene'er I (tray, And lead me in thy perfedt way. PSALM 139. ift Part. Common Metre. God is every where f 1 TN all my vail concerns with thee, JL In vain my foul would try, To mun thy prefence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye. 2 Thy all-furrounding fight furvey3 My rihng and my reit, My public walks, my private ways, And lecrets of my bieafi. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord Before they're form'd within ; And ere my lips pronounce the word, Fie knows the izr.iQ 1 mean. 4 Oh wond'rous knowledge, deep and high I Where can a creature hide ? Widiin thy circling arms I lie, Enclos'd on every fide. 5 So let thy grace fur round me ftill. And like a bulwark prove, To guard my foul from every ill, Secur'd by fovereign love. Pause. 6 Lord, where (hail guilty fouls retire Forgotten and unknown ? In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, In heaven thy glorious throne. 7 Should I fupprefs my vital breath To 'fcape the wrath divine, Thy voice would break the bar. c Acd»make the grave refijgn. PSALM CXXXIX. 293 8 If wing'd with beams of morning light I fry beyond the weft. Thy hand, which rnuft fupport my flight. Would foon betray my reil, 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 (hades to tight. 10 Thre beams of noon, the midnight-hour Are both alike to thee • Q.h may I ne'er provoke that power From which I cannot flee. PSALM 139. Second Part. Com. Metre TJje roye my wandering' wav ! Their gentle words, like ointment died, Shall never bruiie, but chearmy h 4 When I beheld them prefs'd with grief, I'll cry to heav'n for their re . And, by my warm" petitions, prove Hbvv much i prize tueir faitnfd love. PSALM 1 42. Common Metre. God is ike. hope of the beiplefs. • 1 ^"f~^0 God I v:aic ray farrows Known, j[ From Qec siief ;' : : .- ■ . . : .. i : I ooar'd ou; ail m* srief. sns knows, Beholds th Lake. z96 P S A L M CXLIII. 3 On every fide I call mine eye, And found a ; :: gone, While friends and Arrangers pafs'd me by !\eglected or unknown 4 Then did I raife a louder cry, d call'd thy mercy near, " Thou art my portion when I die, n. £ The worid is manag'tl by thy hands, Thy faints are rul'd by love j PSALM CXLV. 301 And thine eternal kingdom {lands, Tho' rocks and hilis remove. PSALM 145. Second Part. Ver. 7. &*. The Goodwfs of GOD, 1 Q WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, O My God, my heavenly king j Let age to age thy righteoulnefs In founds of glory fmg. 2 God reigns on high, hat ne'er confines His goodnefs to the ikies ; Through the whole earth his bounty ihines, And every 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, .L.ord ! How (low thine anger moves ! But loon he fends his pard'ning word To cheer the fouis he loves. 5 Creatures with all their endlefs race Thy power and praiie proclaim ; But flints that taile thy richer grace Delight to blefs thy name. PSALM 145. 14,17, &c. Third Part, cy to dgffererS) o: GL-Z/ bearing / . I T £T every tongue thy goodnefs i JL^ Thou fovereign Lord of all ; T.hy, ftrengthVing hands uphold the weak, And raife the. poor that fall. .2 When for row bows the ipirit down, Or virtue lies duueit 302 P S A L U CXLVI. Beneath fome proud oppreflbr^ frown, Thou given: the mourners reft 3 The Lord fupports our finking days, And guides our giddy youth : Holy and jufl are ail his ways, And ali his works are truth. 4 He knows the pain his fervants feel, He hears fits children cry. And their heir wilhes to fulfil • His grace is ever nigh. 5 His mercy never mail remove From men of hearts fmcere ; He hives the fouls whofe humble love' is join'd with holy fear; 6 [His ftu&born foes liis fword fhall flay, And pierce their hearts with pain ; But none that ferve the Lord fliali lay, " They fcaght his aid in vain."] 7 [My lips inaii dwell upon his praife. An i fpread his fame abroad ; Let ail the ions of Adam raife The honours of their God. PSALM 146. Long Metre. fraifi to GOD fir bis Goodnefi cud Truth. 1 TJR AI3E ye the Lord, my heart fhali join j[ fri work fo pleafant fo diviD mine ubude, And \. hen my foul afcends to G.>d. ?. Prai=e ili3.ll employ m powers, res ; My days ne'er be pad, I PSAL M CXLVI. 3°3 I Why mould I make a man my trull ? Princes muft die and turn to duft ; , Their breath depans, their pomp and pow r 4 And thoughts aii vanifh in an hour. Happy the many whofe hopes rely On Ifrae&s God : he made the iky, : And earth and Teas, with all their • train, And none mall hnd his promne vain. His truth forever ftands fecure : He faves th'cppreil, he feeds the poor; He fends thekb'ring confcierice peace. And grants the prisoner fweet reicaic, The Lord to fight reftores the blind : The Lord fupports the linking mind s He help: the\lranger in diitreis, The widow and the fatherlefs. 7 Bat loves the faints, he knows them well .; But turns the wicked down to heii : , Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; Praife him in everlafting ftrains. PSALM 146. As the 113th Pfalm. Praifc to GGDjcr Ins Gmdnefs and TrntM, . t'H rmitfe mv M?ker with my bream ; X And" when my voice is ic: J ~- -■' *p *Praife fhali employ my nf '■"■--'"s • Mv days of Draiie ihall ne'er be pa&. While life and thought ana being Ian, ■ Or immortality endures. h'v mould I make a man my trail ? .".ces mull die and turn to uuit ; Vain is the help cf iiein and blood ; :ir breath departs, their pomp and oo^v -r ; thought" all vanim in an hour, 4? their promife good. 30-f PSALM CXLVI. 3 Happy the man, whofe hopes reiy On IfraeFs God — he made the fay, And earth and leas, with all their trai His truth forever Hands iecure : He iaves th:oppreft, he feeds the poor, And none mall find his promife vain. 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind : The Lord fupports the finking mine* He fends the Jab'ring confeience peace, He helps the irranger in diftrefs, The widow and die fatherlefs, And grants the prisoner fweetreleafe. 5 He loves his faints, he knows them v. Bat turns the wicked down to hell ; God, (DZion, ever reigns: Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work enguge ; Ijraiie him in evenafting ftrrin^. 6 I'll p.raifehim while he lends me breath, Anu when my voice is loft in death, Pr'aile (hall employ my nobler powers: My day.-; afp^Uieihall ne'er be part, Vv hiie lite and thought and being laft, Or immortality endures. P S A L M 146. Firft Part. t Di-ome Nature, Prpyjdmce and Grace. 1 Tj&Ai'S£ ye the Lord ; 'tis good to raife JT Our hearts and voices in his praife : His nature and his workj invite To make this duty our delight. z The Lord builds up Jerufaiem, gathers nations to his name : His mercy melts the i'fcubborn foul, And nukes the broken fsiri: .whol;. PSALM CXLVII. 305 He form'd the ftars, thofe heavenly flames, He Counts their numbers, caiis their names, His fov'reign wifdom knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd. Great is the Lord, and great his might ; And all his glories infinite : He crowns the meek, rewards the juir,, And treads the wicked to the dull. Pause. 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who fpreads his clouds around the Iky ; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops defcend in vain. 6 He makes the grafs the hills adorn, And clothes the fmiiing fields with corn ; The beaits with food his hands fu-pply, And feeds the ravens when they cry. '7 What is the creature's fk.il! or force ? The vig'rous man, the warlike hcrie, ' The iprigntly wit, the aclivte limb All are too mean delights for him. 8 But faints are lovely in his fight : He views his children with delight : Re iees their hope, he knows their fear. And finds and loves his image there. P S A L M 147. Second Part. Summer and Winter. 1 T ET Zion praife the mighty God, JL_^ And make his honours known abroad ; For '-- ioy, cur longs to raiic, And . \:::. of praiie. 2 Oar cfiikirsn live fejciire and bleft j Our ihores have peace, our cities reft. 3o6 P S A L M CXLVII. He feeds our Tons with fined wheat, And adds his bfefling to their meat, 3 Th 3 changing feafons he ordains, The early and the latter rains : His flakes of fnow like wool he fends, And thus the fpringing corn defends. 4 With hoary FrdJ[ he#ftre>ys the ground: His nail detcenas with dreadful found; His icy bands the rivers hold, And terror arms his wintry cold. 5 He bids the warmer breezes blow : The ice diiiolves, the waters Sow; But he hath nobler works and ways', To call his people to his praife. 6 Thro' ail our realm his laws are fhewn ; Hi:, gofpcl thro' the nation known ; He hath not thus reveal'dhis word To every land : praife ye theLord, PSALM 147. 7—9, 13—18. Com. Met. The Sea/as of the Year. \\\ TTTHfongs ana honours founding loud • V V Addrefs the Lord on high ; Over the heavens he fp reads his cloud, And waters veil the fey. 2 He fends his (hw'rs of b'eifings down To cheer the plains be: He makes the grafs the mountains crown, And corn in rallies grow. 3 He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the raver: ccy ; 1 wlin tades his hne2 wheat Should rail"; his h F S A L M CXLVIII, 307 lis fteady counfeis change the face 1 Of the declining year ;• le bids the fan cut fnort his race And wintry days appear. lis hoary froil, his fleecy mow. Befcend and clothe the ground ; The liquid flreams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. When from his dreadful fiores onhlgh He pcurs the founding hail, The wretch that dares his God defy Shall ima Kis courage fail. He fends his word and melts the fnowy. The fields no longer mourn ; Ke calls the warmer gales to How, And bids the ipring murn, The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word : With fongs and honors founding loud, Fraife ye the fov'reign Lord. PSALM 148. Proper Metre, P rail's to GOD from all Creatures. *\7E tribes of Adam join V With heaven, and earth, and feas, And ofFer notes divine - Toycur Creator's pi-aife,. ; :ly thtcmg Of angels bright In wori-is of light Begin the fo-ng. Thouiunwuh dealing rays. And m:en that ru.es the night, 3o8 PSALM CXLV1II. Shine to your maker's praife, With ftars of twinkling light. Ills power declare Yt Hoods on high, And clouds that fly In empty air, 3 The Shining worlds above In glorious order ftand, Or in ftvif: courfes move, By his iupreme 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 pait, And each his word fulfils, While time and nature lafls. In different ways His works proclaim His wond'rous name And fpeak his praife. PAUSE 5 Let all the earth-born race, And monfters of the deep, The hfn that cleave the leas. Or in their boforn fleep. From fca and more Their tribute pay, And itili difplay Their maker's power. 6 Ye vapours, hail, and fnow, Praife ye th' Almighty Lord, And ilormy winds that i To execute bu word. PSALM CXLVIII. 3°9 When lightnings mine, Or thundeis roar, Lee ear ill adore His hand divine. Ye mountains near the ikies, With lofty cedars there, And trees of humbler lize That fruit in plenty bear ; Beafts wild and tame, Birds, flies and worms, _ In various forms Exalt his name. Ye kings and judges, fear The Lord the Ibv' reign king And while you rule us here, His heavenly honours hng. Nor let the dream Of power and ftate Matte you forget * His power fupreme. Virgins and youths engage To found his praiie divine, While infancy and age Their feeble voices join : Wide as he reigns Misname be lung By every tongue In endiei: ftraiay. i Let ail the nations fear The God i\&*i rules above : He bring: his people near, And makes them tafle his lop, .■.a earth and iky 3 ID V S A L iVl UXLVtll. His faints fhai! raife His honours high. PSALM 148. Paraphrafed in Long Univerfal Praife to God, 1 T CUD hallelujahs to the Lord, JLy From diftant worlds where creatm ' Let heaven begin the folemn word, [dwe And found it dreadful down to heir. Note, This P faint may be fung to the Tune the old 1 i zth or izjtb Pfalm, ifihtjefr lines, he added to every Stanza, viz. Each. o£ his works his name difplays, But the;y can ne'er complete the praife. Otfrerjvi/e it piujl be fang to the ufual Tunes the Long Metre. 2 The Lord, how abfolute he reigns, Let every angei bend the knee ; Sim* or" his love in heavenly {trains, And fpeak how fierce his terrors be. 3 High on a throne his glories dwell, An awful throne of mining blifs : Fly thro' the world, O fun and tell, How dark thy beams compared to his. ake ye ternpeib and his fame. In iounds of dreadful praife declare ; Let the fweet whifper of his name Fill every gentler breeze of air. 5 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree To join their praife with blazing fire ; Let the firm earth and rolling lea In thh eternal fong coiv F S A L M CXLVIII. 311 6 Ye flowery plains proclaim his fkili ; Ye vallies link before his eye ; j -And let his praiie from every hill Rife tuneful to the neighb' ring iky. 7 Ye rluboorn oaks, and {lately pines, I Bend your high branches ana adore : Praiie him, ye beads, in different drains ; The lamb mull bleat the lion roar. I Ye birds, his praife mull be your theme, Who forrn'd to long your tuneful voice ; While the dumb hih that cut the ilrearri Injiis protecting care rejoice, 9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, When nature all around you iings I Oh for a fhout from old and young, From humble fwains and lofty kings ! 10 Wide as his vast dominion lies Make the Creator's name be known { Loud as his thunder fhout his praiie, And found it lofty as his throne. M Jehovah! 'tis a glorious, word i Oh may it dwell on every tongue ! But faints who be:c have known the fcl 1 : Are bound to raiie the nobleft long. 12 Speak of the wonders of that love Whisk Gabriel p-iays on every chore : From all below,' and all above, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord. PSALM 148. Short .Metre. Uniperjfal Praife, J ] ' ET every creature join To praiie th5 eternal Qzi ; la PSALM CXLVIIt, Ye heav'nly holt, the fong begin, And found his name abroad. Thou fan with golden beams, And moon with paler rays, Ye ftarfy lights, ye twinkling flames, Shine to your makers praife. Ke built thofe worlds above, And iix'd their wondrous frame : By his command they ftand and move, And ever fpeakhis name, Ye vapours, when ye rife, Or fall in mowers of fnow, Ye thunders murmuring round the ikies. His power and glory mow, Wind, hail, and flaming fire, Agree to praife the Lflrd, When ye in dreadful ltorms confpire To execute his word. By all his works above His honors be expreft ? But faints that taite his faving love Should fing his praifes belt. Pause I. Let earth and ocean know They owe their Maker praife : Praife him, ye wat'ry worlds below And moniiers of the leas. From mountains near the Iky, Let his high praife refound From hnmblu ihrubs and cedars high, And vales and f.elds around* P S A L M CXLVIII. 313 9 Ye lions of the wood, And tamer beafts that graze, Ye live upon his daily food. And he expects your praiie. 10 Ye birds of lofty wing, On high his praifes bear ; Or fit on flowery, boughs and fing Your Maker's glory there. 1 1 Ye reptile myriads join, T' exalt his glorious name, And flies in beauteous forms that fhine, His wondrous fkiil proclaim. 12 By all the earth-born race, His honors be expreiVd But faints that know his heavenly gta Should learn to praiie him belt, P a u s e II. 13 Monarchs of wide command, Praife ye th' eternal King, Judges, adore that fov'reign hand, Whence all your honors fpring. 1 4 Let vig'rous youth engage To found his praifes high : While growing babes and withering age Their feeble voices try. 15. United seal be lliown His wond'rous fame to raife ; God is the Lord — His name aioue Deferves our endlefs praiie. 1 5 Let nature join with art, And all pronounce him b'e.H:, Bui faints that dwell fo near his !v: Should fmg his praifss btft; 3 3 H P S A L M CXLIX. PSALM 149. Common Metre. Praife God, all his Saints s or, The Saints judg- ing the World. 1 A LL ye that love the Lord rejoice, jLjL And let your fongs be new ; Amidft the church witk chearful voice His later wonders fiiow, 2 The Jews the people of his grace, Shail their redeemer fmg ; And Gentile nations join the praife \yhile Zion owns her King. 3 The Lord takes pleaiiire in the juft, Whom dinners treat with fcorn : The meek that lie defpis?d in dult Salvation lhail adorn. 4 Saints ihould be joyful in their king, E'en on a dying bed : And like the louis in glory ftng, For God mall rane the d§ad. 5 Then ftis high praife fhall fill their tongues Their hands mail wield the fword : And vengeance ihaii attend their longs, The vengeance of the Lord. 6 When Chriil his judgment- feat afcends, And bids the world ;;;v;ear, Thrones are prep, friends, Who humbly lov'u him here. 7 Then firall they rule with iron-red, Nations that ctar'd rebel : And join the lent- :i God, On tyrant: dooni'd to 1 PSALM CL. 315 g The royal Tinners, bound in chains, New triumphs (hall afford ; Such honor for the faints remains ; Praife ye and love the Lord-. PSALM 150. 1,2,6. A Bong cf Praife. 1 TK God's own houfe, pronounce his praife' X Nis grace he there reveals ; To heav'n your joy and wonder raife. For there his glory dwells. 2 Let all your facred paffions move, While you rehearfe his deeds ; But the great work of faving love Your higher! praife exceeds. 3 All that have motion, life and breath* Proclaim your Maker hleft ; Yet when my voice expires in deaths My foul mail praife him belt. The Chrijlian Doxology* Long Metre. TO God the Father, God the Son, * And God the Spirit, three in one 3 Be honour, praife, and glory given By all on earth, and all in heaven. Common Metre. LET God the Father and the Son, And Spirit be ador'd, - Where there are works to make him known, Or Saints to love the Lord. 3i6 DOXOLOGIES. Conn: on Metre. Where the Tune includes t-zvo StBtfizas. I. THE God of mercy be adcr'd, Who calls our '.Jills from death, Wiio Caves by ids red fining word, And neWrCreating breath. n. To praife the Father, and the Son, ArA Spirit all divi i rhree, and ihre? in one, Let faints and angels join. Short Metre. Y1 _£ And faints that dwell below, -lie Father, praife the Son, ; Spirit too. As the \\#b Pfalm. V to the great and fat red three, The- Father, Son, and Spirit be, • and glory given, . all the' worlds where God is known, angels near the throne, And all the faints in earth and heaven. As the 1 4 8//; I •Q God the Father's throne . • . . - y to God the Son. oirit praife : ith all oar powe king. Thy \yiij .DCF'i IS. A TABLE to find any PSALM by the Firfl Line. A Page. ALL ye that love the Lord rejoice 314, Almighty Ruler of the ikies 18 Awake, my foul, to found his praife 2 26 t Along the banks where Babel's &c. 286 Amidit thy wrath remember love 78 Among th' affembiies of the great 165 Among the princes, earthly gods 17.2 And will the God of grace 1 66 Are all the foes of Zion fools 1 13 Are finners now fo ienieiefs grown 27 A rife, my gracious God 32 Awake, ye faints, to praife your King 281 Aimigjity God, appear and lave ! 2 $ B BEHOLD the lofty iky 38: •Behold the- love, the geii'rous love jx Behold the morning ran 5-^ Behold the fare foundation Hone 24.1. Behold thy waiting fervant, Lord 25 % Behold us, Lord, and let our cry I \ ■■ Behold, O God, what cruel foes 162. Before Jehovah's awful throne zqz Biefs, O my foul, the living God 203 Bleil are the fons of peace 2;^ Blefc are the fouls that hear and know 177 Bleit, are the undeiii'd in heart z^s Bleil is the man, forever bieft 65 Bleit is the man whofe brealt can move 3 c Bleft is the man who fhuns the place 3 I* the nation where the Lord 6c S 2 A T A E L E. C Pag, CHILDREN in years and knowledges :c Come children, learn to tear the Lord Come let our voices join to raile 194! Come found Iris praiie abroad 194. Coniider all my iorrovvs, L,ord 256 D DAVID reioic'd in God his ftrength 44 Deep in our hearts let us record 148 E LY, my God, without delay 122 Exalt the Lord our God 201 F FAR as thy name is known 96 ter, I biets thy gentle hand 260 Father, I fmg thy wondrous grace 140 Firm and unmov'd are they 208 Firm was my health my day was bright 59 in their hearts believe and fay 20 For ever b'leiTed be the Lord 29S F-t- ever ihali my fong record 275 n age to age exalt his name 221 From all that dwell below the Ikies 240 de. p diftrefs and troubled thoughts 274 round us rife 1 19 G anfesto God, he reigns above 220 God, invoke his name 216 Give tl 283 Give dianlca to God the i.ord 282 Give to our God immortal pr 285 •Give to the Lo.- s fame 58 God in his earthly temple lays 275 A TABLE. Page, God is the refuge of ins faints 92 God my iupporter and my hope 14$ ■God of eternal love 230 God of my childhood and my youth 1 j.5 feod of my life look gently down 81 C i of my mercy and my praife 227 .: is the Lord, my heav'niy King 121 Great God, attend while Zicjp lings 145 it God, how oft did Ifrael pi ore J 61 Great God, ind i ; • 'v y 3 urn >1 z claim Great Sod rdered £ Great God whole univerfal fway Great is the Lord. exaltedKigh Great is the Lord, his work of mi Great is ihe- Lord our Goz, Great Shepherd of. thine Israel H HAD not the God of truth and love Happy is he that fears the Lord 233 Happy the city where their ions 2 • g Happy the man whole -curious feet Hear me, O God, nor hide th) z-zx Hear what the I Helo, Lord, for men of vi .He reigns, the Lore, T;:~ Saviour rs ' ;-.. at hath madie his refuse God High in the heavens, eternal God How bleit. the nun to whom his God How awful is d rod How long wilt tnou conceal thy rtce How dha my heart re How fad their .he How pica:, fair pleafaat . A TABLE. Page, How pleas'd and bleft was I 265. How ihail the young fecure their hearts 21.6 I JEKOVAH reigns ; he dwells in light 119 Jffefus fh ill reign where'er the fun 146 jefus our Lord, afcend thy throne 229 juage me, O God, and plead my caufe 87 joy to the world; the Lord is come 200 juage me, O Lord, and prove my ways 55 judges who rule the world by laws 118 jua are thy ways and true thy word 36 if God fjcceed not, ail the coft 270 Li v_»od to build the houie deny 271 J lift my foul to God 53 I'll bless the Lord from day to day 69 I'll praife my maker witn my breath 303 I'il {peak the honors of my King, 90 I love the Lord, he heard mv cries 238 In ail my vait concerns witn tnee 292 In anger. Lord, rebuke me not 13 In God's 0 a n houie pronounce his praife 3 1 5 Lih, God of old was known Jh aaiie O God, attend my call ta t ue, great God, with iongs of praife the Lord before my face Is tnere amLddon in my uearc the l^ord oar Saviour's hand :ing patient for the Lord 1 will extol thee, Lord, on high L LJj/F all th« earth their voices raife Lee ail the heathen writers join Let children hear the mighty deeds m A TABLE. Page. Let every creature join 311 Let every tongue thy goodnefs fpeak 501 Let Gad arife in all his might 134. Let Tinners take 'their courfe 1 i 5 LetSion in her king rejoice 93 Let Sion and her fons rejoice 206 Let Sion praife the mighty God 305 Let earth, with every iile 198 Long as I live I'll blefs thy name 300 Lord thou hail fcourg'd our guilty land 120 Lord, I am thine : but thou wilt prove yk Lora, 1 am vile conceiv'd in fin 103 Lord, I can fuffer thy rebukes i_<_ Lord, I eileem thy judgments right z-3 Lord, if thine eyes iurvey our faults 183 Lord, I have made thy word my choice £3 1 Lord, in the morning thou fhalt hear 1 1 Lord, I will blefs thee all my days 67 Lord, I would fpreadrny fore diilrefs 310 Lord of the worlds above 1-3 Lord, thou haft calPd thy grace to mind 171 Lord, thou haft heard thy fervant cry Lord, thou hail fearclvd and ieenme thru- Lord, thou hail feen my foul fineere Lord, thcu wilt hear me when I ptay 1 1 Lord 'tis a pieafant t Lord we have heard old Lord, what a feeble piece Lord, what a thouFiitizi: wrench was I JHDrg., what is ma::, poor feeble it was man when made at firft 1 j Lord, when I count thy mercie? o'er :\\ thou doit alcend on high 1 ,\ Loud hallelaiahs to the Lord 1 i : A TABLE. • Lo, what a glorious Corner-ftonc za Lo, what an entertaining fight 27 M MAKER and fovVeign Lord Mercy and judgment are my fong Miie eyes and my dehre My God accept my early vows' My God, coniider my diflrefs M ' 'J od, how many are my fears his God in whom are all the fprings M ' God, my everlafttng hope M,- Gjd, my king, thy various praife My God, permit my tongue My God, the ileps of pious men My God, what inward grief 1 feel My heart rej olces in thy name My never ceafmg fongs mail mow My refuge is the God of love My righteous- Judge, my gracious God . Mv Saviour aM my King Saviour, my almighty friend fhepherd is the living Lord My ihepherd will fupply my need My foui, how lovely is the place '■'-:g to the dull >ul repeat his praife lookj to God alone iy great Creator praife My (pint iinks within me Lord My truil is in my heaventy friend N >:0 fleep nor {lumber to his eyes 2jl N ot to our names, tnou only juit and true 257 j A TABLE, Page. \Tot to ourfelv.es who are but dull 236 Mow be ray heart infpir'd to ling 9 1 Mow from the roaring lion's rage 47 Ltfow I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind 137 Now let our lip's with holy fear 14$ Now let our mournful longs record 48 New may the God of power and grace 43 Now mail my iqlemn vows be paid 133 o O all ye nations praife the Lord 24^ O bleiled fouls are they 62* O biefs the Lord my ibul 210 Of Juftice and of Grace I iing 204 O for a mout of iacred joy q* O God my refuge, hear my cries 114 O Goo of grace and righteouinefs ir> O God of mercy hear my cries 1 1 1 O Gcd to whom revenge belongs 19* O happy man whole ibul is hil'd, Zji O happy nation where the Lord O how 1 Jove thy holy law 249 O Lord how many are my foes O Lord our heavenly king %p O Lord our God, how wond'rous great 17 O that the Lord would guide my ways 254 O that thy fiatutes Qv'iy hour 257 O thou that hear' it when miners cry 109 O thou wncie grace and juirice reigns 266 O thou whofe juhice reigns on high 1 16 O God of my ialvation hear 1 74 Our God our help in ages pail; 1S2 Out of the deeps of long diitrefs 273 O what a iUfr rebellious feoufe 159 A T A B L 1L. P Pag: PRAISE waits in Siori, Lord, for thee 1 z< Praiie ye t.\\z Lord, exalt his name zn\ Praiie ye the Lord, my heart lhall join 30; Praiie ye the Lord, 'tis good to raife 30. :ferve me Lord, in time of need. 21 Protect us Lord, from fatal harm 29! R * REJOICE ye righteous in the Lord Remember Lord, our mortal ftate Return, O God of love return S SALVATION is for ever nigh : me, O God, the fwellirig Hoods ■ me, O Lord, from every foe vhat a living ilone ity Lord, O Lord forgive God, en Sion fhine ationsto the Lord ■ t ) the Lord aloud ard Jehovah's name to the Lord, ye diftant lands - immortal praiie belong ird my father fay re's a righteous God emory of thy grace my God, my king T T me meafmeof my days reigns exalted high who ftandsin awe e Lord's jvt, OLc. mgth A TABLE. Page. fhe God Jeliovah reigns 2°° The God of glory fends his fummons &c 104 brhe God of our ialvation hears 12/ The heavens declare thy glory Lord , 4fr The King of Saints, how fair his race 9 l The Lord appears my helper now 241 The Lord how wondrous are his ways 209 The Lord Jehdvah reigns l9l The Lord is come, the heavens proclaim 199 The Lord my Ihepherd is The Lord of glory is my light _ 5ft The Lord of glory reigns, he reigns &c. 190 The Lord the Judge, before Ins tnrone The Lord the Judge his churches warns The Lord the fovereign king The Lord the fov' reign fends his fummons The man is ever bleit The praife of Sion waits for thee The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrongh Think, mighty God, enfeeble man This is the day the Lord hath made This fpacious earth is all the Lord's Thou art my portion, O my God Thou God of love thou ever bieit m Thro' every age, eternal God $ Thrice happy man who fear;, the Lord % '] Thus I refolved before the Lord Thus faith the Lord' the fpacious kelds 1 • Thus faith die Lord, your work is vaifl . Thus God the eternal Father ipake Thus the great Lord of earth and fea ''-: Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord I \ Thy name, almighty Lord 2. IOi 2 1 2 :: 9 ■ 243 • 1 A TABLE. Thy works of glory mighty Lord 224. 'Tis by thy ftrength. the mountains ftand 1 30 To God I cry'd with mournfal voice 156 To God I made my forrows known 295 To God the great the ever bleii 219 To heaven I lift my waiting eyes 262 To thee, O God of truth and love 60 To thee, O Lord, I raife my cries 57 To our almighty maker God 1 99 To thee before the dawning light 246 To thee moil high, and holy God • 153 To thine almighty arm we owe 37 aTwas for thy fake eternal God 141 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came 290 'Twas in the watches of the night 123 V VAIN man on foolifh pleafures bent 222 fcJnihakenas the facred hill Up from my youth may Ifr'el fay to the hills I lift mine eyes Upward I lift mine 1 VY clefs the Lord, the juft the good ve thee, , we adore "What Civ -.1.1 Ir< od b -fcend ong -Ipr-ovrk i ring crime n God re • ibid hand 253 .es 160 When I A TABLE. Page, When man grows bold in fin 74 When overwhelm'd with grief 121 When pain and anguifh fieze me, Lord 259 When the great judge fupreme and jail 19 Where mall the man be found 53 Where mail we go to feek and find 275 While I keep filence and conceal 64 While men grow bold in wicked ways 73 Who mall aicend thy heav'nly place 28 Who mail inhabit in thy hill 27 Who will arife and plead my right 192 Why did the Jews proclaim their rage 7 Why did the nations join to ilay ibid Why mould the mighty make their boaft 1 1 1 Why mould the haughty hero boaft 1 1 2 Why do the proud infult the poor g-^ Why do the wealthy wicked boail 76 Why doth the Lord ftand off fo far 2 1 Why doth the man of riches grow 97 Why has my'God my foul forfook 45 Why mould I vex my foul and fret 75 Will God forever cait us off 150 With all my powers of heart and tongue 287 With ear neft longings of the mind 85 With my whole heart I'll raife my fong 20 Whithmy whole heart I've fought &c. 255 With reverence let the faints appear 176 With fongs and honors founding lcud 306 Would you behold the works of God 223 .Y YE holy fouls in God rejoice Ye nations round the earth rejoice 1- 1 Ye fervaats of th' alaaghty King 234 A TABLE. Ye fons of men, a feeble race Ye Tons of pride, that hate the jufl Ye that delight to fervc the Lord Ye chat obey th' immortal King Ye tribes of Adam join Yet (faith the Lord) if David's race FINIS, <& & 4* *$* *& <$ <& *& <%> 4s J i i^c-y^^OC^Tj y&l4 £ >?J> f A TABLE To find any Hymn by the flrft Line * n; o t e. The Letters, afb.ct denote the Id, lid, and illd. Books : The Figures direct to the Hymn. ABSENT from Flesh ! O Blifsful though; Adam our Father and our Head Adore and tremble for our God Alas, and did my Saviour bleed All glory to thy wondrous name All mortal Vanities begone And are v/e wretches yet alive And marl this Body die And now the Scales have left mine Eyes Arife my Soul ray joyful Powers At thy command, our deareft Lord Attend while God's exalted Son Awake, my heart, arife, my Tongue Awake, our Souls, away oiirFear* Away from eve.v :norial C~:e b 9 c 33 a 2> b IO> b HO b 8r b %z c 19 M> n* iv A T A B L E B BACKWARD with humble shame we look Begin, my tongue, fome heavenly theme Behold how linnets difagree Behold the blind their fight receive Behold the glories of the Lamb behold the grace appears * Behold the potter and the clay •Behold the rofe of Sharon here .Behold the woman's promis'd feed Jdthe wretch whofe luft and wine |$£h'old what wondrous grace BiciVd are the humble fouls that fee BleiVd be the cverlafting God Biefs'd be the Father and his Love "Blefs'd is the man whofe cautious feet '•J morning whofe young dawning rays -'dwith the joys of innocence i has a voice to pierce the skies ht King of Glory, dreadful God : is the road that leads to death I in shadows of the night w among the carnal wife a j.s> CAN creature1; to perfection find b 107 Chriit and his Crofs is all par theme a 119 Come all harmonious tongues " b 84 Come, deareii Lord, defcend and dwell a 1 t 5" Come, happy fouls, approach your God b 10 ? tome hither, all ye wear v fouls % 12^ [ heavenly -.love b 54 Come, let us join a joyful ti c % Cone, let us-join our cheerful fongs a 6i let ns lift our joyful eyes b :oS mr voices hi;.# c 21 Con Love the Lord b 30 Book Hy. k a ?7 me b 69 a lW b l17 a 1 a 3 a 117 a 68 b i3T a 12.7 a 64 a 102 a 26 c a6 a 3* ys b 71 b 128 b 118 b 52. b 178 a 97 OF THE FIRST LINESj D AUGHTERS of -Sion,' come, behold Dear Lord, Behold our fore diilrefs Deareftof aii the names above Death cannot make our fouls afraid Death may dilfoive my body now Death ! 'tis a melancholy day - Deceiv'dby fubtle fnares of hell - , Deep in the duft before thy throne Defcendfrom heaven immortal dove Do we not know thatfolemn word Down headlong from their native skies Dread Sov'reign, kt my evening fong Book ] *Y> Id a 7* fs b 19 1 b i«8 b 49 a 27 b 5z a 107 a 12,4 b zi a rsfc. b 96 b 7- E 'RE the blue heav'ns were ftretch'd Eternal Sov'reign of the sky Eternal Spirit we confefs ■.T,r^o FAITH is the brighter!: evidence ■ a Far from my thoughts, vain world begone Father, how wide thy glories shine Father, I long, I faint, to feel Father we wait to fee thy grace Firm and unmov'd are they • a Firm as the earth thy gofpelftands c From heav'n the finning angels fell b From thee, my God, my joys shall rife : ENTILES by nature we Give me the wines of faith tp riife b Give to the Father praife c Glory to God the Trinity c A TABLE Boo Glory to God that walks the sky- Glory to God the fathers name. God is a fpirit juft and wife. God of the morning, at v/hofe voice God of the feas thy thund'ring voice God, the eternal awful name God who in various methods told Go preach my Gofpel, faith the Lord Go worship at Irnmr.nuel's feet Great God, how infinite art thou Great God I own thy fentence juft. Great God, thy glories shall employ Great God to what a glorious height Great king of glorv and of grace Great was the day, the joy was great H HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews Happy the church, thou facredplace Happy the heart where graces reign Hark, from the tombs a doleful found Hark, the Redeemer from on high Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims He dies, the friend of linners dies ■2 from ray foul fad thoughts begone Here at thy crofs, my dying God High as the heav'ns above the ground High on a hill of dazzling light Honour to the almighty three rina, 5cc c Kofanna to our conquering king Hofanna to the prince of light Hofann'a to the royal fon Bofann* with a cheerful found How are thy glories here difplay'd How beauteous are their feet How can I link with fuch a prop How condefcending and how kind How full of anguish is the thought How heavy is the night k Hy. b 59 c 17 a 136 a 79 b 70 b 27 a Ai a a 146 b 67 a 6 b i67 b 112 b i*9 b 144 A 134 b 64 b 38 b 63 a 7° a 18 a 44 b 7* b 4 b ny b 18 c 24 4- ,-87 b 91 b 59 a 16 b 8 c ^ a 10 b 116 c 4 b 100 a S>8 OF THE FIRST LINES; Mow honourable is the place How is cur nature fpoil'd by fin How large the promife, how divine How oft have fin and fatan drove How rich are thy provifions, Lord How fad our ftate by nature is How shall I praife th' eternal God How short and hafty is our life How should the fens of Adam's race Howftrong thine arm is, mighty God How fweet and awful is the place How vain are all things here below How wond'rous great, how glorious bright I Cannot bear thine abfence Lord I give immortal praife I hate the pempter and his charms I lift my banner faith the Lord I love the windows of thy grace | I'm not asham'd to own my Lord I fend Ehe joys of earth away I fing my Saviour's wond'rous death 'Jehovah fpeaks let Tfra'el hear Jehovah reigns his throne is high Jefus, in thee our eyes behold Jefus invites his faints Jefus is gone above the skies c G Jefus our Saviour and our God a 22 Jefus, the man of confeant grief a i.% Jefus, thy bleffmgs are not few a 3S Jefus, we blefs thy father's name ?, 54, Jefus we bow before thy feet Jefus with all thy faints above In Gabriel's hand a mighty ftone In thine own ways, O God of love In vain the wealthy mortals toil In vain we lavish out our lives Infinite grief, amazing woe Join all the glorious names 100k Hr. a 8 a 38 a 113 a *& c 12 b 90 b 166 .b 32 a 86 a 49 c 13 b 4* b %7 b 117 c £ b 10 a 39 h -4 J a 105 b ii b 114 a 84 b i'C%\ a H>' c 16 b 29 a 59 a lo £ i-b a 9 a 9? a 150 vlii A T A B L 5 Book Hy, Join all the names of love and power a 149 Is this the kind return b 74 K JL\.IND is thefpeech of ChrifVour Lord a 7 L ADEN with guilt and full of fears Let all our tongues be one Let everiafting glories crowa Let ev'r t mortal ear' attend Let God the Father live ,Le: him embrace my foul and prove Let Gol the Maker's name me but hear my Savior fay d tongues attempt to fing Let others bo a It how ftrong they be Let i ftarifees of high efteem Let the old heathens tune their fong Let 'the fever. th Angel found on high Let the v.-hole race of creatures lie Let ths wild leopards of the wood Let them neglect thy glory Lord aiore th' etcrnai word id immortal joys are given the time to ferve the Lord Lift up your eves to th' heavenly feats Like sheep we went aftray io the destroying angel flies Lo the voiuag tribes or j? dam rife lo what a glorious iigh- appears Lo \\4\yx an'cnterraining fight r have 1 fat beneath the found gracious God, hownum'ious they I at thy temple we a rpe r Lortl how divine thy comfortsare Lord, how fe-ure and blefs'd are they I .how fecure my cunfeience was b : 119 c 9 b 131 a 7 c 2% a 66 c 31 a if a 58 b 19 a J33 b 211 a 6* b 99 b 160 b 3J c • 5 b 127 a 8* b 37 a i4z b if* a 90 a 21 a 44 b 167 a 47 a 19 b 11 b 57 a ny c 20 b 109 b 26 a in b 16 a 36 b h b $ a 46 OF THE FIRST LINES. ' is Book Hy. Lord we adore thy bounteous hand Lord we adore thy vaft deiigns Lord, we are blind, we mortals blind Lord we confefs our num'rous faults Lord what a heaven of £aving grace Lord, what a thoughtlefs wretch was I Lord, what a wetchedlandis this Lord when my thoughts with wonder roll Loud hallelujahs to the Lord M MAN has a foul of vaft defires Miftafceri fouls that dream of heav'n My dear Redeemer and my Lord My drpwfy powers, why fieep ye fo My God how endlefs is thy love My God, my life, my love, My God, my portion and my love My God permit me not to be My God the fpring of all my joys My God, what endlefs pleafures dwell My heart, how dreadful hard it is My Saviour God, my fov"reign Prince Mv foul come meditate the day My foulforfakes her vain delight My. thoughts on awful fubjeeds roll My thoughts furmount thefe lower skies N AKED as from earth we came Nature with all her powers shall fmi Nature with open volume ftands No, I'll repine at death no more Nc, I shall envy them no more No more, my God, I boaft no more Nor eye has iQen, nor ear has heard b 146 A 140 b WO -b 2? A 81 b 91 b 94 b ii2 b T4 b 4?, b fc *4* ABLE Not all the outward forms on earth Not by the laws of innocence Not different food or different drefs Not from the duft affliction grows Not the Malicious or profane Not to condemn the fons of men Not to the terrors of the Lord Not with our mortal eyes Now be the God of Ifrael bleft Now by the bowels of my God Now for a tune of lofty praife Now have our hearts embrac'd our God Now in the galleries of his grace Now in the heat of youthful blood Now let a fpacious world arife Now let our pains be all forgot . No w let t h e f at h e r an d the ion Nov/ let the Lord my faviour fmile fatan comes with dreadful roar Now shall my inward joys arife Nov.- t« the Lord a noble fong Now ro the Lord that makes us know Now to the power of God fupreme ook Hy, a 95 a a 3? 126 a *3 a 1 04 a 100 b 1J2 a 108 a *° a b 130 43 c H a 77 a 9i b c H7 )6 c b 34 50 b 157 a b a 39 47 61 a i$7 o OFor an overcoming faith O if my foul were form'd for woe O happy foul that lhrefs op high O the almighty Lord 0 the delights, the hcav'nly joys Of tea I feck my Lor J by night Once more, my foul the riling day las, cmr mortal days 1 od, how firm his proraifc ftaxfJf Our fins, alas, howihong the ■■.-.- th? Lord i .!;e Lamb A 17 b 106 a 47 1. 80 b 91 a 71 b ' 6 b 39 b 4q b a 60 c zz p ©F THE FIRST LINES. Book Hy. Lung'd in a guiph of dark defpair b 79 Praife, everiafting praife be paid b 6® R R AISE th^e, ray foul, fly up and run b 33 Raife your triumphant fongs b 104 Rife, rife, my foul and leave the ground b 17 SAINTS at your heav'nlv father's Word Salvation, O the joyful found, See where the great incarnate God Shall Atheifts dare infult the crofs Shall the vile race or flesh and blood Shall we go on to fin Shall wifdom cry aioud Shepherds rejoice lift up your eyes Shine, mighty God on Zion shine Shout to the Lord and let your joys Sin has a thoufand treacheroiis arts Sin like ?. venemous difeafe Sing to the Lord that built the skies Sing to the Lord with joVful voice Sing to the Lord ye heav'n'ly holts Sitting around our father's board So did the Hebrew prophet faife So let our lips and lives express a 1 *z So new born babes require the br:;.?c a i%'& Stand up my foul, shake off thy fear b 77 Stoop down inv thoughts, that ufe to rife a +% Strait is the way, the dobr is firait b 161 T Qr^Errible God, that re-'gn'ft on high b 22 I That awful day will 'furely come b loy 3. 129 b U 3. 45- a 33 a :j& a :eo a 9Z a 4 b 6z b 150 b lU b *3 A 4-i h c :■ 9 ABLE Thee we adore, eternal name The. glories of rny Maker God The God of Mercy be ador'd The King of Glory fends his Sen The Lands that long in darknefs iay The law by Mofes came The law commands and makes us know The Lord declares his will The Lord defcending from above The Lord Jehovah reigns The Lord on high proclaims The majefty oi :' Solomon The mem'ry of our dying Lord The mighty fame of glorious grace 'The proraife of my Fathers love The promife was divinely free The true Median now appears The voice of my beloved founds The vvond'ring world inquires to know There is a houfe not made with hands There is a land of pure delight There's no ambition fweils my heart There was &n hour when Chrft rejoie'd Thefe glorious minds how bright they shine This is the word of truth and love , whom my* foul admires above Thus did thefonsof Abraham pafs Thus far the Lord had led me on Thus faith the iiift the great command 2 has faith the high and lofty one Thhi faith the ruler of the skies Th-it faith the mercy of riie Lord Thus faith the wifdom of the Lord favors, Lord, huprife ojur fouls mpty vapour 'tis the faith of joys to come the ticafures of his word v the law often commands • I the Father, God ^he Son To God the only wife God the Father's Throne Book Hy. b ' 55 b 7* c SO b : l3j a 18 a ] ti8 b : [21 b : [20 b 126 b I69 a h b 113 c if a 37 c 3 b '34 b 12 a 69 a 75 a HO b 66 a 33 a 11 line a 41 b M8 ' a 67 b 127 a 80 a 116 a 87 b 83 a 121 a 93 b 4* b 58 b 129 a £24 b c .14 3** a n OF THE FIRST LINES. xil Book Hy. To him thatchofe us firffc c 39 To our eternal God c 41 'Twas by an order from the Lord b 151 'Twas on that dark that doleful night c 1 'Twas the commiuion of our Lord a ja VAIN are the hopes the ions of mes a 94 Vain are the hopes that rebels place a 99 Unshaken as the facred hill a 22 Up to the helds where augels lie b 41 fe 46 w WE are a garden wall'd around, a. We biefs the prophet of the Lord b We iing th' amazing deeds c We iing the glories of thy love a Welcome fwcet day of reft b Well, the Redeemer's gone b What different powers of grace and fin >■ What equal honours shall we bring a 63 What happy men or angels thefe a What mighty man or mighty God a Whence do our mournful thoughts arife a When I can read my title clear b When in the light of faith divine b When I furvey the v.rond'rous crofs c When we are raif'd from deep diftrefs a What shall the dving hcner do a When Arrangers ftand and hear me tell a When the eternal bows the skies a When the firft parents of our race b When the great builder arch'd the skies b Where are the mourners, faith the Lord b Who can defcribe the joys that rile a Wko has believed thy word a - >*» ii w» TABLI k Hy. a 78 a *4 a 4 b 8* b 3 b 2<0 a I44 b I64 b 31 a H8 b 44 a izy Who is this fair one in diftrefs Who shall the Lords Hied condemn . Why did the Jews proclaim their rage Why does your face, ye humble fouls Why do we mourn departing friends Why is my heart fo far from thee Why should the children of a king Why should this earth delight us fo Why should we ftart or fear to die With cheerful voice I ling With holy fear and humble fong With joy 'we meditate the grace "^"T"E angels round the throne c 36 Ye faints how lovely is the place a 38 :is of Adr.m vain and young a 89 Ye thai' obey th ''immortal king a 34 z JLjL ION rejoice and Jiidah fing 1* 1 n HYMNS AND SPIRITUAL SONGS. 3 O O K . I. COLLECTED FROM THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. A new Song to the Lamb that was jlauii Rev. v. 6, 8— 12, 1 y>EHOLD the glories of the tsafo, JO Amidft his Father's throne j Prepare new honors for his name, And Tongs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his f«s. The church adore around, Wi'h vials of odours- !\vtcr, And narps of iv,-eecer found, 3 Thefe are the prayers ofihe faints, /!;..: these tne hymns the? r*ij€; * HYM N II. Book I, Jcfns is kind to onr complaints, Kc loves to hear our praife. 4 [Eternal Father, who (hall look, Into thy fecret will ? Who but the Son fhall take the Book And open every feal ? 5 He mall fulfil thy great decrees, The Son deletes it well : Lo, in his hand the fov'reign keys OfHeav'n, and Death, and Hell!] 6 Now to the Lamb that once was (lain Be endlcfs bleflings paid ; , Salvation, glory, joy, remain Forever on thy head. 7 Thou hai1 redeem'd our fouls with blood, Haft fee the pris'ners free ; Hail made us kings and priefts to God, And wc (hall reign with thee. t The worlds of nature and of 'r:racc Arc put beneath thy pow*r ;' Then Morten thefc delaying days, And bring the proatfs'c] hour. 2. The Dkty fttid Humantiy cf (Thrift John i, r, 3, <4. and Col. j. 16. andEph. iii. 9, f. RE the blue heavens were ftrrtchM om evcrlafl in g was i he word ; [abroad HYMN III, jj With God he was ; the word was God, And muft divinely be ador'd. 2 By his own pow'r were all things made j By him fupported all things ftand ; x He is the whole creation's head 5 And angels fly at his command. 3 Ere fin was born, or faun fell, He led the holts of morning ftars; (Thy generation who can tell, Or count the number of thy years !) 4 But lo, he leaves thofe heav'nly forms; The word defcends and dwells in clay,. Thai he may hold converfe with worms^ Drefl in fuch feeble flelh as they. 5 Mortals with joy beheld his face,, Th' eternal Father's only Son ; How full of truth ! how full of grace ! When thro' his eyes the Godhead fhone t 6 Archangels leave their high abode, To learn new my (Tries here and tell The love of our defcending God, The glories of Immanuel. 5. The Nativity ycnr lor. g^ng srpr:i;c: 1 £.z :.:'.:. nrovilion rafts & HYMN VIII, Bk. 4 Ho ! ye that pant for living ftreams, And pine away and die : Here yon may quench your racing third, With fprings that never dry. 5 Rivers of ]ove and mercy here In a rich ocean join ; Salvation, in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine. » [Ye peddling and naked poor, Whoworkwith mighty pain, To weave a garment of your own, That will not hide your fin, 7 Come naked, and adorn your fouls In robes prepar'd by God, Wrought by the labours of his Son, And dy'd in his own blood.] $ Dear God ! the treafures of thy love Are everlaiting mines, Deep as our helplefs mis'rics are, ^ And boundlefs as our fins. £ the happy gates of gofpel grace, Stand open night and day ; Lord, wc are come to feek fupplics. And drive our wants away'. §. The fafsty and protection oj tkc Church. Ifa. xxvi. i — 6. 1 ]Lj OVV honourable is the place . Xl Where wc adoring ftand : Ziou, the glory of the earth, And beamy of the land ! ; Cu' :,;.' ;; of mighty grace defend ^ The city where we dwell ; The walls of firong falvatjpn w.ifie 0 Dtiy'd th' ailiuhs of lull. HYMN IX. 3 Lift up the everlafting gates, The doors wide open fling ; Enter ye nations that obey The (latutes of oar king, 4 Here {hail ye tafte unmingled joys, And live in perfect peace ; You that have known Jehovah's name, And ventur'd on his grace. 5 Trull: in the Lord for ever truli, And banifh all your fears : Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, Eternal as his years. 6 What tho* the rebels dwell on high, His arm fiiall bring them low : Low as the caverns of the grave Their lofty heads fhall bow. 7 On Babylon cur feet mall tread In that rejoicing hoar j The ruins of her walls ihall fpread A pavement for the poor. 9. The promifes of 'the covenant of C;«c- N vain we lavifh out our lives To gether empty wind : The choiceft blefflngs each can yield, Will ftarve a hungry mind. 2, Come, and the Lord ihall feed your foul; With more fufeftantial meat ; With fuch as faints in glory love, With fuch as angels eat. 3 Our God will ev'ry want fupply, And fill our hearts with peace : . He gives by cov'nant and by faldt The riches of his grace, io H Y M N X, Boo*. 4 Corne, and he'll deanfe our fpotted fouls, And wafli away our flains ' In the dear fountain thrt his Son Pour'd from his dying veins. 5 [Our guilt fhall vanim all away, Tho' black as hell before : Our Sin (hall fink beneath the fea, And fhall be found no mere, £ And left pollution mould o'erfpread Our inward pow'rs ^gain, His fpirit mould bedew our fouls Like purifying rain.] 7 Our heart, that flinty ftubborn thing, That terrors cannot move, That fears no threat'nings of his wrath, Shall be diflbVd by love. 3 Or he can take the flint away, That woald not be refin'd, And from the treafures of his grace Be flow a fofter mind • q There fhall hig facred fpirit dwell, And deep engrave his law: And ev'ry motion of our fouls To fwift obedience draw, io Thus will he pour falvation down, And we fhall render praife : We t«e dear people of his love, And he our God of grace. io. The hlejjednefs of G of pel Times ; or, The ficvclalicn of Chtifl to Jews and Gentiles, Ifa. v. 2. 7— io. Matt. xiii. 16. 17. 1 TJOW beauteous are their feet £~X Who Hands on Zion's hill : H Y M N XI. 1 1 Who bring falvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal. How charming is their voice 1 How fweet the tidings are ! u Zion ! behold thy Saviour King: il He reigns and triumphs here." How happy are their ears That hear this joyful found. Which kings and prophets waited for, And fought, but never found ! How blefTed are our eyes That fee this heav'nly light; Prophets and kings deiir'd it long, But dy'd without the fight! The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ ; Jerufalem breaks forth in fongs, And deferts learnt the joy. The Lord makes bare his arm Thro' all the earth abroad ! Let ev'ry nation now behold Their faviour and their God. ii VJ . . The hmnble enlightened, and carnal reapa humbled y Luke x, I, 21, 1 '"T^ Here was an hour when Chrift rejo . JL And fpoke his joy in words of praife, " Father, 1 thank ihee, mighty God, *J Lord of the earth rnd heav'ns and feas. " I thank thy fov'reign pow'r and love, " Thatcrownsmy doctrine with fuccefs ; ff And makes the babes in knowledge }eirii " The heights, and breadths, and kii^his i( of grace. U 12 HYMN XII, Book I, 3 u But all this glory lies conceal'd " From men -of prudence and of wit ;