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 f T may not be improper to acquaint the 
 ■*• Reader into whofe hand this Compilation 
 may fall, that it was made for the life of a 
 Congregation which hitherto had ufed the 
 Verfion of Sternhold and Hopkins. A de- 
 fire of difcontinuing the Old Verfion was 
 almoft general ; different opinions, how- 
 ever, prevailed refpecling the moft eligible 
 of fucceeding ones. It was on comparing 
 feveral of thefe together, that an idea was 
 firft fuggefted of fele&ing from each Verfion^ 
 fuch parts as had an evident fuperiority. 
 
 At the requeft of fome very resectable 
 Characters, and becaufe a fuccincr. view of 
 every Pfalm in its moft devotional and po£* 
 tical fprm, feemed beft adapted to the r' 
 and circumftances, it is here attempted. 
 
 By abridging fome Pialms, and intro- 
 ducing different Metres of others more gt~ 
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ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 nerally interefting, advantages are obtained 
 which may excufe fo frequent a ufe of both 
 expedients : by the former, the work is 
 rendered more felecT: and devotional ; by the 
 latter, confiderable fcope is afforded, not 
 only for varying the Melody, but alfo for 
 that variety of llluftration by which many 
 of thefe infpired fongs are exhibited in their 
 comprehenfive, as well as literal fenfe.- — 
 Writers who have fuccefsfully imitated the 
 POET, may here unite with others who 
 (fhewing us " a yet more excellent way" 
 by the light and authority of the New Tes- 
 tament) have unveiled the PROPHET; 
 difplayed his evangelical Views, entered into 
 his Spirit and Experience, and adapted both 
 to the fervice of the Chriitian Church. 
 
 Should this Attempt prove, in the Divine 
 Hand, a humble mean of affifting the Pri- 
 vate Meditations of thofe for whofe ufe it 
 was more immediately intended, or of im- 
 proving that nobleft part of their Public 
 Worfhip, Praise, its defign will be fully 
 accompliihed. 
 
THE 
 
 PSALMS. 
 
 SELECTED FROM VARIOUS VERSIONS. 
 
 P S A L M I. Metre I 
 
 1 T TAPPY the Man, whofe cautious Feer 
 JL JL Shim the broad Wav that Sinners go ; 
 Who hates the Place where Atheifts meet, 
 And fears to talk as Scoffers do. 
 
 2 He loves t'employ his Morning-Light 
 Among the Statutes of the Lord ; 
 
 And fpends the wakeful Hours of Night, 
 With Pleafure pond'ring o'er his Word, 
 
 3 He, like a Plant by gentle Streams, 
 Shall flouriili in immortal Green ; 
 
 And Heav'n will ihine with kindeft Beams 
 On every Work his Hands begin. 
 
 * Rut Sinners find their Counfels croft; — 
 As Chaff before the Tempeft flies, 
 So fhall their Hopes be blown and loft, 
 When the laft Trumpet {hakes the Skies. 
 
 5 In vain the Rebel feeks to ftand 
 
 In Judgment with the pious Race ; 
 -The dreadful Judge with ftern Command 
 Afiigns him to a difFrent Place. 
 
 > " Strait is the Way my Saints have trod, 
 " I bleft the Path, and drew it plain ! 
 " But you would choofe the crooked Road; 
 " And down it leads to endlefs Pain." 
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 P S A L M I. ketre ii. 
 
 1 f~\ How bleft the Man, whofe Ear 
 \~s Impious Counfel fhiins to hear .; 
 Who nor loves, nor treads the Way 
 Where the Sons of Folly {tray. 
 
 2 But poffefs'd with facred Awe, 
 Meditates, great Gor>, thy Law ; 
 This by Day his fix'd Employ, 
 This by Night his eonftant Joy. 
 
 S Like the Tree, that taught to grow 
 Where the Streams refreshing flow, 
 He his fruitful Branch fha-11 ipread, 
 Profp'rous, he no Leaf fhall filed. 
 
 4 See, ah ! fee a different fate 
 God's obdurate Foes await ; 
 
 See them, to his Wrath confign'd, 
 Fly like Chaff before- the Wind. 
 
 5 When thy Judge, O Earth, fhall come y 
 And to each affign his Doom ; 
 
 Say, fhall then the impious Band 
 With the Juft affembled ftand ! 
 
 6 Thefe th' Almighty, thefe alone, 
 Objecfts of his Love fhall own ; 
 While his Vengeance who defy 
 WhelmM in endlefs Ruin lie. 
 
 PSALM II. Metre L 
 
 1 ^itffl'tf old the Gentiles rage, 
 V V And Jews' with one Accord 
 Bend all their Coimfels to defiroy 
 Tf? Anointed of die Lord ? 
 
P S A L M IL 
 
 Rulers and Kings agree 
 To form a vain Delign ; 
 Againft the Lord their Powers unite, 
 Againft his Christ they join. 
 
 The Lop.d derides their Rage, 
 And will fupport his Throne ; 
 He that hath rais'd him from the De^:l ? 
 Hath own'd Him for his Sox. 
 
 Now he's afcended high, 
 And afks to rule the Earth ; 
 The Merit of his Blood He plead*, 
 And pleads his heav'nly Birth. 
 
 He afks, and God beftows 
 A large Inheritance ; 
 Far as the World's remoteft Bounds 
 His Kingdom mall advance. 
 
 The Nations that rebel, 
 Muft feel his Iron Rod ; 
 He'll vindicate thofe Honours well 
 Which he receiv'd from God. 
 
 Be wife, ye Rulers, now, 
 And worfhip at his Throne ; 
 With trembling Joy, ye People, bow 
 To God's exalted Son. 
 
 If once his Wrath arife, 
 Ye perifh on the Place ; 
 Then bleffed is the Soul that flies 
 For Refuge to his Grace.. 
 
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 PSALM II. Metre ii. 
 
 1 X7[ THY did the Nations join to flay 
 
 V V The Lord's anointed Son ? 
 Why did they call his Laws away, 
 And tread his Gofpel down ? 
 
 2 The Lord that fits above the Skies, 
 
 Derides their Rage below ; 
 He fpeaks with Vengeance in his Eyes, 
 And ftrikes their Spirits through. 
 
 3 " I call Him my eternal Son, 
 
 N And raife Him from the Dead ; 
 
 " I make my holy Hill his Throne, 
 
 " And wide his Kingdom ipread. 
 
 4 " Alk me, my Son, and then enjoy 
 
 " The utmoft Heath en Lands : 
 " Thy Rod of Iron fliall deftroy 
 " The Rebel that withftands." 
 
 5 Be wife, ye Rulers of the Earth, 
 
 Obey th' Anointed Lord, 
 Adore the King of heav'nly Birth, 
 And tremble at his Word. 
 
 6 With humble Love addrefs his Throne ; 
 
 For if he frowns, ye die : 
 Thofe are fecure, and thofe alone, 
 Who on his Grace rely. 
 
 PSALM III. Metre i. 
 1 \JT Y God, how many are my Fears ! 
 JlVJL How faft my Foes increafe ! 
 Confpiring my eternal Death, 
 They bieak my prefent Peace. 
 
PSALM III. 
 
 2 But Thou, my Glory and my Strength, 
 
 Shalt on the Tempter tread, 
 Shalt filenee all my threat'ning Guilt, 
 And raife my drooping Head. 
 
 3 Icry'd; and from his holy Hill 
 
 He how'd a liiFning Ear: 
 I call'd my Father and my God, 
 And he fubdu'd my Fear. 
 
 4 He flied foft Slumbers on mine Eyes, 
 
 In fpite of all my Foes ; 
 I 'woke, and wonder'd at the Grace 
 That guarded my Repofe. 
 
 5 What though the Hods of Death and Hell 
 
 All arm'd againft me flood f 
 TeiTors no more mall fhake my Soul ; 
 My Refuge is my God. 
 
 6 Arife, O Lord, fulfil thv Grace, 
 
 While I thy Glory fing : 
 My God has broke the Serpent's Teeth., 
 And Death has loft his Stinff. 
 
 7 Salvation to the Lord belongs ; 
 
 His Arm alone can fave ; 
 Bleffings attend thy People here, 
 And reach beyond the Grave. 
 
 ' PSALM III. Metre ii. 
 
 I (~\ Lord, how many are my Foe;, 
 V>/ Iii this weak State of Flefli and Blood 
 My Peace they daily difcompofe ; 
 But my Defence and Hope is God. 
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e P SAL M W. 
 
 2 Tir'd with the Burdens of the Day, 
 To Thee I rais'd an Ev'ning Cry; 
 Thou heard'ft when I began to pray, 
 And thine Almighty Help was nigh. 
 
 3 Supported by thine heav'nly Aid, 
 I laid me down and flept fccure; 
 
 Not Death could make my Heart afraid* 
 Though I ihould wake and rife no more. 
 
 4 My God fiiftain'd me all the Night : 
 Salvation doth to God belong : 
 
 He rais'd my Head to fee the Light, 
 And make his Praife my Morning Song, 
 
 PSALM IV. Metre r. 
 
 1 " ' ORD r Thou wilt hear me when I pray ? 
 X-i I am for ever thine ; 
 
 I fear before Thee all the Day, 
 Nor would I dare to- fin. 
 
 2 And while I reft my weary Heady 
 
 From Cares and Bufmefs free, 
 *Tis fweet converfmg on my Bed 
 With my own Heart and Thee. 
 
 3 I pay this Ev'ning-Sacrifice ; 
 
 And when my Work is done, 
 Great God, my Faith and Hope relies 
 Upon thy Grace alone. 
 
 4 Thus with my Thoughts composed to Peace^ 
 
 1*11 give mine Eyes to fleep ; 
 Thy Hand in Safety keeps my Days^ 
 And will my Slumbers keep. 
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 P S A L M IV. Metre ii; 
 od of Grace and Righteoufnefs, 
 
 Hear and attend when I complain; 
 Thou haft enlarg'd me in Diftrefs, 
 Bow down a gracious Ear again. 
 
 2 Ye Sons of Men, in vain ye try 
 To turn my Glory into Shame; 
 How long will Scoffers love to lie, 
 
 And dare reproach my Saviour's Name? 
 
 3 Know that the Lord divides his Saints 
 From all the Tribes of Men befide ; 
 He hears the cry of Penitents, 
 
 For the dear fake of Christ who dy'd.. 
 
 4 When our obedient Hands have done 
 A thoufand Works of Righteoufnefs, 
 We put our Truft in God alone, 
 And glory in his pard'ning Grace. 
 
 5 Let the unthinking manv fay, 
 
 " Who will bejktv fome earthly Good?" 
 But Lord, thy Light did Love we pray,. 
 Our Souls defire this heav'nlv Food. 
 
 6 Then fhall my cheerful Pow'rs rejoice 
 At Grace and Favours fo divine ; 
 
 Nor will I change my happy Choice,- 
 For all their Corn and all their Wine,. 
 
 P S A L M V. 
 
 1 ' ' ORD, in the Morning thou fhalt hear 
 1 ^ My Voice afcending high : 
 To Thee will I direft my Pray'r> 
 To Thee lift up mine JEye» 
 
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8 PSALM VI, 
 
 2 Up to the Hills where Christ is gone 
 
 To plead for all his Saints, 
 Presenting at his Father's Throne 
 Our Songs and our Complaints. 
 
 3 Thou art a God, before whofe Sight 
 
 The wicked mall not (land ; 
 
 Sinners fhall ne'er be thy Delight, 
 
 Is 1 or 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 ev'ry Path of Duty ftraight 
 And plain before my Face. 
 
 6 The Men that love and fear thy Name 
 
 % Shall fee their Hopes fulfill'd ; 
 r rhe mighty God will compafs them 
 With Favour as a Shield. 
 
 PSALM VI. 
 
 1 TN Mercy, not in Wrath, rebuke 
 A Thy feeble Worm, my God ; 
 My Spirit dreads thine angry Look, 
 
 And trembles at thy Rod. 
 
 2 Have Mercy, Lord, for I am weak, 
 
 Regard my heavy Groans ; 
 O let thy Voice of Comfort fpeak, 
 And heal mv broken Bones, 
 
PSALM VII. 9 
 
 3 My Soul quite faints, but, Lord, how long 
 
 Shall I no Anfwer have ? 
 O turn, and free my Soul from Wrong, 
 My Soul in Mercy fave, 
 
 4 Return, and ihew thy Pow'r to fave 
 
 And fpare my fainting Breath ; 
 For who -can praife Thee in the Grave? 
 Or fing thy Name in Death? 
 
 5 All Night my rcftlefs Bed with Tears, 
 
 Witii Tears my Couch o'erflows ; 
 My Sight quite dim with Age appears, 
 Through my prevailing Foes. 
 
 6 But hence ye Enemies depart, 
 
 Nor tempt me to defpair; 
 My Saviour comes to cheer my Heart, 
 The Lord hath heard my Piay'r. 
 
 PSALM VII. 
 
 1 f\ Save me, Lord, and to my Foes 
 V.x Do thou (in Thee I truft) oppofe 
 Thy Pow'r; — and let the Arm divine, 
 Stretch'd in my Caufe, befpeak me thine. 
 
 2 My God, if Truth their Cenfure guide, 
 If Guilt be in my Deeds defcry'd, 
 
 Low in the Dufr my Life be laid, 
 
 And Earth's dark Womb my Glory made. 
 
 3 Rife, mightieft Lord, triumphant rife, 
 O'er each whofe Hand thy Pow'r defies ; 
 Afcend thy Throne, great God, again, 
 And vindicate thy Ways to Men. 
 
10 P S A L m VIIL 
 
 4 O Thou whoie ftridlly fearchmg Eye 
 The Heart and innioft Reins can try; 
 Sin's baneful Growth do Thou control, 
 And guard from III' the upright Soul. 
 
 5 Th' impartial Judge, whofe Eyes each Day 
 Caft o'er the Earth their ftricl Survey: 
 
 To Him, my Soul, for Help repair, 
 He makes the faithful Heart his Care*. 
 
 6 If Man his Law refufcto know, 
 
 He whets his Sword, he bends his Bow, 
 And points with Fire the winged Dart, 
 Ordain'd to pierce th' Oppreffor's Heart., 
 
 7 Thy Truth, O Lord, (hall on my Breaifc 
 In fweet Remembrance ftand impreft - r . 
 With grateful Joy my Heart infpire, 
 And wake to ceafelefs Praife my Lyre,. 
 
 PSALM VIIL 
 
 1 /^\ Lord, our God, how wond'rous great 
 V>^ Is thine exalted Name ! 
 
 The Glories of thy heav'nly State 
 Let Men and Babes proclaim. 
 
 2 When I behold thy Works on high,. 
 
 The Moon that rules the Night, 
 
 And Stars that well adorn the Sky, 
 
 Thofe moving Worlds of Light : 
 
 3 Lord, what is Man, or all his Race, 
 
 Who dwells fo far below, 
 That thou fhould'ft vifit him with Grace, 
 And love his Nature fo ! 
 
P S A L M IX. II 
 
 4 That thy eternal Son mould bear 
 
 To take a mortal Porch, 
 Made lower than his Angels are, 
 To lave a dying Worm ! 
 
 5 Let Him be crown'd with Ma'efTy, 
 
 Who bow'd his Head to Death: 
 And be his Honours founded high, 
 By all Things that have Breath. 
 
 6 Jesus, our Lord, how wondYous great 
 
 Is thine exalted Name ! 
 The Glories of thv heav'nlv State 
 Let ike whole Earth proclaim. 
 
 PSALM IX. 
 
 1 r I i O celebrate thy Praife, O Lord, 
 
 X I will mv Heart prepare ; 
 To all the lift'ning World, thy Works, 
 Thy wond'rous Works, declare. 
 
 2 The Thought of them mall to my Soul 
 
 Exalted Pleafures bring ; 
 While to thy Name, O Thou Most High^ 
 Triumphant Praife I fing, 
 
 3 God is a conftant, fure Defence 
 
 Againft oppreffing Rage ; 
 -As Troubles rife, his needful Aids ; 
 In our Behalf engage. 
 
 4 All thofe who have his Goodnefs prov'd, 
 
 Will in his Truth confide ; 
 Whole Mercy ne'er forfook the Man 
 That on his Help rely ? d> 
 
J2 PS A'LM X. 
 
 5 Sing Praifes therefore to the Lord, 
 From Sion his Abode, 
 Proclaim his Deeds, till all the World 
 Confefs no other God. 
 
 PSALM X. Metre i. 
 
 1 T X THY doth the Lord (rand off fo far? 
 
 V V And why conceal his Face, 
 When great Calamities appear, 
 And 'Times of deep Diflrefs ? 
 
 2 Lord, {hall the Wicked frill deride 
 
 Thy Juftice and thy Pow'r ? 
 Snail they advance their Heads in Pride, 
 And Hill thy Saints devour ? 
 
 3 They put thy Judgments from their Sight, 
 
 And then iniult the Poor; 
 They boaft in their exalted Height, 
 That they fhall fall no more. 
 
 4 Arife, O God, lift up thine Hand, 
 
 Attend our humble Cry; 
 No Enemy fhall dare to ftand 
 When God afcends on High. 
 
 5 Thou wilt prepare our Hearts to pray, 
 
 And caufe thine Ear to hear; — 
 He hearkens what his Children fay, 
 And puts the World in Fear. 
 
 6 Proud Tyrants mall no more opprefs, 
 
 No more defpife the Juft ; 
 And mighty Sinners mall confefs 
 They are but Earth and DufL 
 
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 P S A L M X. Metre u. 
 
 Hixe is theThrone: — Beneath thyReign, 
 Immortal King ! the Tribes profane 
 
 Behold their Dreams of Conquefr. o'er, 
 
 And vanifli to be feen no more. 
 
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 The meek Obferver of thy Laws 
 To Thee commits his injur'd Caufe ; 
 In Thee, each anxious Fear refign'd, 
 The Fatherlefs a Father find. 
 
 Thou, Lord, thy People's Wifh canft read, 
 Ere from their Lips the Pray'r proceed; 
 'Tis thine their drooping Hearts to rear, 
 And bow to ev'ry Sigh thine Ear: 
 
 The weeping Orphan's Cheek to dry, 
 The guiltlefs Suff'rer's Caufe to try ; 
 To rein each earth-born Tyrant's Will, 
 And bid the Sons of Pride be ftill. 
 
 PSALM XL 
 
 1 TV /TY Refuge is the God of Love; 
 .IV -L Why do my Foes infult and cry 
 11 Fly like a tim'rous, trembling Dove ; 
 " To diftant Woods or Mountains fly?'* 
 
 2 If Government be all deftroy'd, 
 (That firm Foundation of our Peace) 
 And Violence make Juftice void, 
 Where iliall the Righteous fcek Redrefs ? 
 
 3 The Lord in Heav'n has fix'd his Throne; 
 His Eyes furvey the World below : 
 
 To him all mortal Things are known ; 
 His Eyelids fearch our Spirits through. 
 
14 PSALM XII. 
 
 4 If he afflic1:s~his Saints fo far, 
 
 To prove their Love, and try their Grace* 
 What may the bold TranfgrefTors fear? 
 His very Soul abhors their Ways. 
 
 5 The righteous Lord loves righteous Souls, 
 Whofe Thoughts and Adlions are fmcere; 
 And with a gracious Eye beholds 
 
 The. Men that his own Image beau # 
 
 PSALM XII. 
 
 1 (T^\ Help me, Lord, for few I fee, 
 V>/ Whofe A6ts conform to thy Decree; 
 New Arts of Fraud each Heart has known, 
 And fpeaks a Language not its own; 
 
 But God with Vengeance arm'd mall rife, 
 And fcourge the Tongues of Pride and Lies. 
 
 2 " Enough (th' eternal Sire has cry'd) 
 
 " Enough my fufPring Saints have figh'd, 
 
 " To me difclos'd their ceafelefs Fear, 
 
 . " And pour'd their Sorrows in mine Ear ; 
 
 " My Hand fliall fee their Wrongs redreft, 
 
 " And foothto Peace the troubled Breaft." 
 
 3- Pure are thy Words, Almighty Lord, 
 As Silver oft by Fire explored: 
 Thy. Love each faithful Heart mall mare, 
 And ; oy in thy protecting Care 
 Unmov'd;— tho' Wrongs theEartho'erfpread, 
 And Vice triumphant lifts its Head. 
 
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 PSALM XIII. 
 
 1 Y TOW long wilt thou conceal thy Face? 
 Jl My God, how long delay ? 
 
 When mall I feel thofe heav'nly Rays 
 That chafe my Fears away ? 
 
 2 How long fhall my poor laboring Sou! 
 
 Wreftle and toil in vain? 
 Thy Word can all my Foes control, 
 And eafe my raging Pain. 
 
 3 See how the Prince of Darknefs tries 
 
 All his malicious Arts, 
 He fpreads a Mift around my Eyes, 
 And throws his fiery Darts. 
 
 4 Be Thou my Sun, be Thou my Shield, 
 
 My Soul in Safety keep ; 
 Make hafte before mine eyes are feal'd 
 In Death's eternal Sleep. 
 
 5 Since I have always placM my Trufl: 
 
 Beneath thy Mercy's Wing, 
 Thy faving Health will come, and then 
 My Heart with Joy fhall fpring. 
 
 6 Thou wilt difplay that fov*reign Grace 
 
 Where all my Hopes have hung; 
 I fhall employ my Lips in Praife, 
 And Viit'ry fhall be fung. 
 
 PSALM XV. 
 1 " ' ORD, who V the happy Man that may 
 JLu To thy bleft Courts repair? 
 Kot Stranger like, to vifit them, 
 Bui to inhabit there? 
 
16 PSALM XVI. 
 
 2 The Man who walks in pious Ways, 
 
 And works with righteous Hands ; 
 Who trufts his Maker's Promifes, 
 And follows his Commands. 
 
 3 He fpeaks the Meaning of his Heart, 
 
 Nor ilanders with his Tongue ; 
 Will fcarce believe an ill Report, 
 Nor do his Neighbour Wrong. 
 
 4 Who Vice, in all its Pomp and Pow'r, 
 
 Can treat w T ith juft Negleft ; 
 And Piety, though cloth'd in Rags, 
 Religioufly relpecft. 
 
 5 Who to his plighted Vows and Truft 
 
 Has ever firmly flood ; 
 And though he promife to his Lofs, 
 He makes his Promife good. 
 
 6 Whofe Hands difdain a golden Bribe, 
 
 And never gripe the Poor; 
 This Man, when Earth's Foundation makes, 
 Shall Hand with God iecure. 
 
 PSALM XVI. 
 
 1 TJReferve me, Lord, in Time of Need, 
 jL For Succour 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 confeft 
 How empty and how poor I am , 
 
 My Praife can never make Thee bleft, 
 Nor add new Glories to thy Name. 
 
PSALM XVI. 17 
 
 3 Yet, Lortj, thy Saints on Earth may reap 
 Some Profit by the Good I do ; 
 
 Thefe are the Company I keep, 
 Thefe are the choiceft Friends I know. 
 
 4 Let others choofe the Sons of Mirth, 
 To give a Reliili to their Wine ; 
 
 I love the Men of heav'nly Birth, 
 
 Whole Thoughts and Language are divine. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 h HOW fan: their Guilt and Sorrows rife, 
 AVho hafte to leek fome Idol-God! 
 I will not tafte their Sacrifice, 
 Their OfPrings of forbidden Blood. 
 
 6 My God provides a richer Cup, 
 And nobler Food to live upon: 
 He for my Life has offer'd up 
 Jesus his bell beloved Son. 
 
 7 His Love is my perpetual Feaft; 
 
 By Day his Counfels guide me right : 
 
 And be his Name for ever bleft, 
 
 Who gives me fweet Advice by Night. 
 
 8 I fet Him Irill before mine Eyes ; 
 
 At my right Hand He Hands, prepar'd 
 To keep my Soul from all Surprife, 
 And be my everlafting Guard. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 9 WHEN God is nigh, my Faith is ftrong, 
 His Arm is my Almighty Prop : 
 
 Be glad my Heart, rejoice my Tongue, 
 My dying Flelh fhail reft in Hope. 
 
18 PSALM XVIL 
 
 10 Tho' in the Dull I lay my Head, 
 
 Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave 
 My Soul for ever with the Dead, 
 Nor lofe thy Children in the Grave. 
 
 11 My Flefli fliall thy firft Call obey, 
 Shake off the Dull, and rife on high ; 
 Then (halt thou lead the wondrous Way 
 Up to thy Throne above the Sky. 
 
 12 There ftreams of endlefs Pleafure flow; 
 And full Difcov*ries of thy Grace 
 (Which we but tailed here below) 
 Spread heavenly Joys thro' all the Place. 
 
 PSALM XVIL Metre fc 
 
 1 A RISE, my gracious God, 
 JLjL And make the Wicked flee ; 
 
 They are but thy chaflizing Rod, 
 To drive thy Saints to Thee. 
 
 2 Behold, the Sinner dies, 
 
 His haughty Words are vain* 
 Here in this Life his Pleafure lies, 
 And all beyond is Pain. 
 
 3 Then let his Pride advance, - 
 And boail of all his Store ; 
 
 The Lord is my Inheritance, 
 My Soul can wifh no more, 
 
 4 I mall behold the Face 
 Of my forgiving God ; 
 
 And ftand complete in RighteoufneTs, 
 Wafh'd in my Saviour's Blood. 
 
PSA L M XVII. 13 
 
 There's a new Heav'n begun 
 When I awake from Death, 
 Drefl in the Likenefs of thy Son, 
 And draw immortal Breath. 
 
 P S A L M XVII. Metre ii. 
 
 1 " ' ORD, I am thine, but Thou wilt prove 
 JLi My Faith, my Patience, and my Love: 
 When Men of Spite againft me join, 
 They are the Sword, the Hand is thine. 
 
 2 Their Hope and Portion lie below ; 
 'Tis all the Happinefs they know, 
 
 'Tis all they feek ; they take their Shares, 
 And leave the reft among their Heirs. 
 
 3 What Sinners value, I refign ; 
 
 Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine ; 
 I fliall behold thy blifsful Face, 
 . And ftand complete in Righteoufnefs. 
 
 4 This Life's a Dream, an empty Show; 
 But the bright World to which I go, 
 Hath Joys fubftantial and fincere ; 
 When mail I wake, and find me there ? 
 
 5 O glorious Hour ! O bleft abode! 
 I fhall be near and like my God ! 
 And Flefh and Sin no more control 
 The facred Pleafures of the Soul. 
 
 € My Flefh fliall {lumber in the Ground, 
 Till the laft Trumpet's joyful Sound; 
 Then burft the Chains with fweet Surprife; 
 And in my Saviour's Image rife, 
 
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 PSAL M XVIII. 
 
 LEST Object of my Soul's Defire, 
 On Thee my ftedfaft Hope I build; 
 To Thee my grateful Thoughts afpire; 
 My God, my Reft, my Rock, my Shield. 
 
 To Thee my To w'r, my Strength, I'll pray ; 
 What Foes mall then my Terror raife? 
 What Bands combin'd my Heart difmay, 
 While thus I pay my Debt of Praife ? 
 
 Death arm'd with Terrors, held with Woes, 
 Around me caft with difmal Shade; 
 While Floods of high Temptations rofe, 
 And made my linking Soul afraid. 
 
 To Heav'n I made my mournful Pray'r; 
 To God addrefs'd my humble Moan ; 
 He gracioufly inclin'd his Ear, 
 And heard me from his lofty Throne. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 WHEN God arofe my Part to take, 
 The confcious Earth was {truck with Fear; 
 The Hills did at his Prefence make, 
 Nor could his dreadful Fury bear. 
 
 Thick Clouds of Smoke difpers'd abroad, 
 Enfjgns of Wrath before Him came; 
 Devouring Fire around Him glow'd, 
 That Coals were kindled at its Flame. 
 
 He left the beauteous Realms of Light, 
 While Heav'n bow'd down its awful Head; 
 Beneath his Feet fubftantial Night 
 Was like a fable Carpet fpread. 
 
P S A L M XVIII. 21 
 
 8 The Chariot of the King of Kings, 
 Which adtive Troops of Angels drew, 
 On a ilrong Temper's rapid Wings 
 Wuh glowing Wheels impetuous flew. 
 
 9 Black wat'r^y Mifts and Clouds confpir'd 
 With thicker!: Shades his Face to veil ; 
 But at his Brightnefs foon refir'd, 
 
 And fell in Show'rs of Fire and Hail. 
 
 10 Thro' Heav'ns wide Arch a thund'ringPeal 
 God's angry Voice did loudly roar; 
 While Earth's fad Face with Heaps of Hail, 
 And Flakes of Fire was covei'd o'er. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 11 GREAT God, when thy fierce Fun 
 Diftrafted Nature trembling lay; f ilonii'd, 
 And the unfathom'd Deep, deform' d 
 Through horrid Ruptures, felt the Day. 
 
 12 The Sea's old Parent- Springs appeared, 
 And the great World's Foundations torn, 
 The tott'ring Hills their Dooms-day fear'd; 
 By thy impetuous Wrath o'erborne. 
 
 13 To me vet was his Love engag'd, 
 His Brow with fofrer Glorv (bifi'd; 
 He fav'd me from the Gulphs enragM, 
 And all the greedy Floods cornbin'd. 
 
 14 His gracious Arm dill refcucs me 
 From all my Foes' infulting Hate ; 
 That Arm, which me alone can freqj 
 And their prevailing Force abate. 
 
 B 
 
PSALM XIX. 
 
 IB Their Rage my faddefl Moments watchM, 
 But God was then my Guard, my Stay ; 
 He lov'd, he lov'd my Soul, and fnatch'd 
 From hungry Jaws the fainting Prev. 
 
 PART IV. 
 
 16 JUST x are thy Ways, and true thy Word, 
 Great Rock of my fecure Abode: 
 
 Who is a God befide the Lord ? 
 Or where' s a Refuge like our God ? 
 
 17 'Tis He that girds me with his Might, 
 Gives me his holy Sword to wield; 
 And while v/ith Sin and Hell I fight, 
 Spreads his Salvation for my Shield. 
 
 18 He lives (and blefTed be my Rock), 
 The God of my Salvation lives: 
 The dark Defigns of Hell are broke; 
 Sweet is the Peace my Father gives. 
 
 1 9 Before the Scoffers of the Age, 
 
 I will exalt my Father's Name; 
 
 Nor tremble at their mighty Rage, 
 
 But meet Reproach, and bear the Shame. 
 
 20 To David and his royal Seed 
 Thy Grace for ever mall extend : 
 
 Thy Love to Saints in Christ their Head, 
 Knows not a Limit, nor an End. 
 
 PSALM XIX. Metre I. 
 1 T> EHOLD the lofty Sky 
 Jl3 Declares its Maker God, 
 And all his ftarry Works on high 
 Proclaim his Pow'r abroad. 
 
PSAL M XIX. 23 
 
 The Darkncfs and- the Light 
 Still keep their Courfe the fame; 
 While Night to Day, and Day to Ni 
 Divinely teach his Name. 
 
 In ev'ry d iff 'rent Land 
 Their gen'ral Voice is known; 
 They {hew the Wonders of his Hand,, 
 And Orders of his Throne 
 
 His Laws are juft and pure, 
 His Truth without Deceit, 
 His Promifes for ever fure, 
 And his Rewards are great. 
 
 Not Honey to the Tafle 
 Affords fo much Delight, 
 Nor Gold that has the Furnace pafs'd 
 So much allures the Sight. 
 
 While of thy Works I fing, 
 Thy Glory to proclaim, 
 Accept the Praife, mv God, my King, 
 In my Redeemer's Name. 
 
 P A R T II. 
 
 BEHOLD the Morning Sun 
 Begins his glorious Way ; 
 His Beams through all the Nations run. 
 And Life and Light convey. 
 
 But where the Gofpel comes, 
 It fpreads diviner Light ; 
 It calls dead Sinners from their Tombs* 
 And gives the Blind their Sight, 
 B 2 
 
24 P S A L M XIX. 
 
 9 How perfect is thy Word ! 
 And all thy Judgments juft : 
 
 For ever fure thy Promife, Lord, 
 And Men fecurely trurt. 
 
 10 I hear thy Word with Love, 
 And I would fain obey ; 
 
 Send thy good Spirit from above, 
 To guide me, leil I ftray. 
 
 1 1 Warn me of ev'ry Sin ; 
 Forgive my fecret Faults ; 
 
 And cleanfe this guilty Soul of mine, 
 ^Vhofe Crimes exceed mv Thoughts. 
 
 12 While with my Heart and Tongue 
 I fpread thy Praife abroad ; 
 
 Accept the Worfhip and the Song, 
 My Saviour and my God ! 
 
 PSALM XIX. Metre ii. 
 
 1 r I ^HE Heav'ns declare thy Glory, Lord/ 
 
 X In ev'ry Star thy Wifdom fhines ; 
 But when our Eyes behold thy Word, 
 We read thy Name in fairer Lines. 
 
 2 The rolling Sun, the changing Light, 
 And Nights and Days thy Pow'r confefs ; 
 But the bleft Volume Thou haft writ 
 Reveals thy Juftice and thy Grace. 
 
 3 Sun, Moon, and Stars, convey thy Praife 
 Round the whole Earth, and never {land: 
 So when thy Truth began its Race, 
 
 It touch'd, and glanc'd on ev'ry Land. 
 
PSALM XIX, 25 
 
 4 Nor mall thv fpreading Gofpel reft, 
 
 Till thro' the World thy Truth has run: 
 Till Christ has all the Nations bleft 
 That fee the Light, or feel the Sun. 
 
 5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arife, 
 Blefs the dark World with heav'nly Light; 
 Thy Gofpel makes the Simple wife, 
 Thy Laws are pure, thy Judgments right. 
 
 6 Thy noblefl Wonders here we view 
 In Souls renew'd, and Sins forgiv'n; 
 Lord, cleanfe my Sins, my Soul renew* 
 And make thy Word my Guide to Heav'n. 
 
 PSALM XIX. Metre iii. 
 
 1 r I ''HE fpacious Firmament on high, 
 JL With all the blue ethereal Sky, 
 And fpangled Heav'ns, a mining Frame, 
 Their great Original' proclaim : 
 
 Th' unweary'd Sun, from Day to Day, 
 Does his Creator's Pow'r difplay ; 
 And publifhes to ev'ry Land, 
 The Work of an Almighty Hand. 
 
 Soon as the Ev'ning Shades prevail, 
 The Moon takes up the wondrous Tale, 
 And nightly, to the lift'ning Earth, 
 Repeats the Story of her Birth: 
 
 While all the Stars that round her burn, 
 And all the Planets in their Turn, 
 Confirm the Tidings as they roll, 
 And fpread the Truth from Pole to Pole, 
 B 3 
 
26 P S A L M XX, 
 
 5 What; though, in folemn Silence, All 
 Move round the dark terreftrial Ball ? 
 What though nor real Voice nor Sound 
 Amid their radiant Orbs be found? 
 
 6 In Reafon's Ear they all rejoice, 
 And utter forth a glorious Voice, 
 For ever fmging, as they fhine, 
 
 u The Hand that made Us is Divine. " 
 
 PSA L.M XX. 
 
 1 1VTOW may the God of Pow'r and Grace 
 JAI Attend his People's humble Cry ! 
 Jehovah hears wherTjJrael prays, 
 And brings Deliv'rance from on High. 
 
 1 The Name of 'Jacob's God defends, 
 Better than Shields or bra/en Walls; 
 He, from his Sanctuary, fends 
 Succour and Strength, when Zion calls, 
 
 3 Well he remembers all our Sighs; 
 His Love exceeds our beft Deferts; 
 His Love accepts the Sacrifice 
 
 Of humble Groans and broken Hearts. 
 
 4 Seme truft in Horfes train'd for War, 
 And fome of Chariots make their Boafts; 
 Our fureft Expectations are 
 
 From Thee, the Lord of heav'nly Kofts. 
 
 5 Now fave us, Lord, from f r, 
 Now let our Hope be firm 
 
 Till thy Salvation mall appear, 
 
 And }ov und Triumph raiie the So/ 
 
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 P. S A L M XXI. 
 
 'OW great is the Mess 1-AflY joy 
 
 In the Salvadon of rhy Hai 
 Lord, Thou haft rais'd his Kingdom . 
 And giv'n the World to his Comm u 
 
 Thy Goodneis grants whatever I 
 Nor doth the leaf: Requ 
 Bleffings of L. 
 And Crowns of G3 
 
 Honour a 
 
 Around his facred Temples fhkie ; 
 Bled with the Favour of thy Face, 
 And Length of everlafting Days. 
 
 Thine Kand fliall find out all his Foes, 
 And as a fiery Oven glows 
 With raging Heat arid living Coals, 
 So fhall thy Wrath devour their Souls, 
 
 PSALM XXII. 
 
 U TI THY has my God my Soul forfook, 
 
 V V " Nor will a Smile afford ?" 
 {Thus David once in Anguifh fpoke 
 And thus our dying Lord.) 
 
 Though 'tis thy chief Delight to dv/e 
 
 Among thy praifing Saints, 
 Yet Thou canft hear a Groan as well. 
 
 And pity our Complaints. 
 
 Shaking the Head they pais me by, 
 
 And laugh my Soul to fcom ; 
 " In vain he trufts in God," they cry, 
 
 " Neglected and forlorn." 
 B 4 
 
28 PSALM XXIII. 
 
 4 But Thou art He who form'd my Flefh 
 
 By thine Almighty Word; - 
 And fmce I hung upon the Breaft, 
 My Hope is in th« Lord. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 5 ONCE did our fufPring Saviour pray, 
 
 With mighty Cries and Tears ; 
 God heard him in that dreadful Day, 
 And chas'd away his Fears. 
 
 6 Great was the VicTry of his Death ; 
 
 His Throne exalted high; 
 And all the Kindreds of the Earth 
 Shall worfhip, or fhall die. 
 
 7 A mim'rous Offspring mull arife 
 
 From his expiring Groans ; 
 They fhall be reckon'd in his Eyes 
 For Daughters and for Sons. 
 
 8 The meek and humble Souls fhall fee 
 
 His Table richly fpread: 
 And all that feek the Lord fhall be • 
 With Joys immortal fed. 
 
 9 The Ifles fhall know the Righteoufnefs 
 
 Of our incarnate God ; 
 And Nations yet unborn profefs 
 Salvation in his Blood. 
 
 P S AX M XXIII. Metre i. 
 
 1 HPHE Lord my Shepherd is, 
 1 I flrall be well fuppiy'd: 
 Since He is mine, and I am his, 
 What can I want befide? 
 
PSALM XXIIL 29 
 
 2 He leads me to the Place 
 Where heav'nly Pafture grows ; 
 
 Where living Waters gently pafs, 
 And full Salvation flows. 
 
 3 If e'er I go aftray, 
 
 He doth my Soul reclaim ; 
 And guides me in his own right Way, 
 For his moft holy Name. 
 
 4 While he affords his Aid, 
 I cannot yield to Fear : 
 
 Tho' I fbould walk thro' Death's dark Shade, 
 My Shepherd's with me there. 
 
 5 In Sight of all my Foes, 
 Thou doft my Table fpread, 
 
 My Cup with Bleffings overflows, 
 And Joy exalts my Head. 
 
 6 The Bounties of thy Love 
 
 Shall crown my following Days ; 
 Nor from thy Houfe will I remove, 
 Nor ceafe to fpeak thy Praife. 
 
 PSALM XXIIL Metre ii. 
 
 1 TV/TY Shepherd will fupply my Need, 
 -IVjL Jehovahj is his Name ; 
 
 In Paftures frefli-He makes me feed, 
 Befide the living Stream. 
 
 2 He brings my wand'ring Spirit back, 
 When I forfake his Ways ; 
 
 And leads me, for his Mercy's Sake, 
 In Paths of Truth and Grace* 
 B 5 
 
30 P S A L M XXIIf. 
 
 3 When I walk through the Shades of Death, 
 
 Thy Prefence is my Stay ; 
 A Word of thy fupporting Breath 
 Drives all my Fears away. 
 
 4 Thy Hand, in Sight of all my Foes, 
 
 Doth ftil] my Table fpread \ 
 My Cup with Bleffings overflows : 
 Thine Oil anoints mv Head. 
 
 5 The fure Provifions of my God 
 
 Attend me all mv Days ; 
 O may thy Houfe be mine Abode, 
 And all my Work be Praife. 
 
 6 There would I find a fettled Reft> 
 
 (While others go and come) 
 No more a Stranger or a Gueft, 
 But like a Child at Home. 
 
 PSALM XXIII. Metre iii. 
 
 1 TV/TY Shepherd is the living Lord ; 
 uLVJL Now {hall my Wants be well fupply'd : 
 His Providence and holy Word 
 
 Become mv Safety and my Guide. 
 
 2 In Pafhrres w r here Salvation grows, 
 He makes me feed, He makes me reit; 
 There living Water gently flows, 
 And all the Food divinely bleft. 
 
 S My wand'ring Feet his Ways miftake, 
 But He reftores my Soul to Peace ; 
 And leads me for his Mercy's Sake 
 In the fail* Paths of Righteoufaefs. 
 3 
 
PSALM XXIII, 31 
 
 4 Though I walk through the gloomy Vale, 
 Where Death and all its Terrors are, 
 
 Mv Heart and Hope lhall never fail, 
 
 For God my Shepherd's with me there. 
 
 5 Amidft the Darknefs and the Deeps 
 Thou art my Comfort, Thou my Stay : 
 Thy Staff fnpports my feeble Steps, 
 Thy Rod directs my doubtful Way. 
 
 6 The Sons of Earth and Sons of Hell 
 Gaze at thy Goodnefs, and repine 
 To fee my 1 able fpread fo well 
 With living Bread and cheerful Wine. 
 
 7 How I rejoice, when on my Head 
 Thy Spirit condefcends to reft! 
 'Tis a divine Anointing, fned 
 Like Oil of Gladnefs at a Feaft. 
 
 8 Surely the Mercies of the Lord 
 Attend his Houfehold all their Days ; 
 There will I dwell to hear his Word, 
 To leek his Face, and fing his Praife. 
 
 P S A L M XXIII. Metre iv. 
 
 1 Y I ^O thy Failures, fair and large, 
 
 A Heav'nly Shepherd, lead thy Charge; 
 And my Couch with tend'reft Care, 
 Midft the fpringing Grafs prepare. 
 
 2 When I faint with Summer's Heat, 
 Thou {halt guide my weary Feet 
 To the Streams, that, ftill and flow, 
 Through the verdant Meadows flow. 
 
 B 6 
 
<82 PSA L M XXIII. 
 
 3 Thou my Soul anew {halt frame, 
 And thy Mercy to proclaim, 
 "When through devious Paths I ftray, 
 Teach my Steps the better Way. 
 
 4 Safe the dreary Vale I tread, 
 
 By the Shades of Death o'erfpread, 
 With thy Rod and Staff fupply'd, 
 This my Guard, and that my Guide. 
 
 5 Thou my plenteous Board haft fpread, 
 Thou with Oil refrehVd my Head ; 
 FilPd by Thee my Cup o'erflows, 
 For thy Love no Limit knows. 
 
 6 Conftant to my lateft End 
 Thou my Footfteps flialt attend; 
 And malt bid thy hallow'd Dome 
 Yield me an eternal Home. 
 
 PSALM XXIII. Metre v. 
 
 THE Lord my Pafture mail prepare, 
 And feed me with a Shepherd's Care, 
 His Prefence mall my Wants fupply, 
 And guard me with a watchful Eye ; 
 My Noon-Day Walks He mail attend, 
 And all my Midnight Hours defend. 
 
 When in the fultry Glebe I faint, 
 Or on the thirfty Mountain pant, 
 To fertile Vales, and dewy Meads 
 My weary wand'ring Steps He leads ; 
 Where peaceful Rivers, foft and flow, 
 Amid the verdant Landfkip flow. 
 
P S A L M XXIV. 33 
 
 3 Though in the Paths of Death I tread, 
 With gloomy Horrors overfpread ; 
 My ftedfaft Heart .ftiaU fear no 111, 
 
 For Thou, O Lord, art with me (till : 
 Thy friendly Crook fhall give me Aid, 
 And guide me through the dreadful Shade, 
 
 4 Though in a bare and rugged Way 
 Through devious, lonely Wilds I ftray ; 
 Thy Bounty fhall my Pains beguile, 
 The barren Wildernefs fhall fmile 
 
 With fudden Greens and Herbage crown'd, 
 And Streams fhall murmur all around. 
 
 PSALM XXIV. Metre i. 
 
 1 nPHE Earth for ever is the Lord's, 
 
 JL With Adam's num'rous Race ; 
 He rais'd its Arches o'er the Floods, 
 And built it on the Seas. 
 
 2 But who among the Sons of Men 
 
 May vifit thine Abode ? — 
 He that has Hands from Mifchief clean, 
 Whofe Heart is right with God. 
 
 3 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. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 4 NOW let our Souls immortal Pow'rs 
 
 To meet the Lord prepare : 
 Lift up your Hea Is, eternal Doors ! 
 The King of Glory's near. 
 
34 P S A L M XXIV. 
 
 5 Who is the King of Glory? who 
 
 His wondrous Name can tell? 
 The Lord of Hosts, who dwelt below, 
 And conquer'd Sin and Hell. 
 
 6 Jesus, the God of boundlefs Might, 
 
 Whom Heav'n and PJarch obey ; 
 Lift up your Heads, ye Gates of Light, 
 Eternal Doors, give Way ! 
 
 7 Who is the King of Glory? who? 
 
 The Lord of Hosts renowu'd: 
 Glory to Him alone is due, 
 Who is with Glory crown'd. 
 
 PSALM XXIV. Metre 11 
 
 1 npHE Earth and all her Fulnefs owns 
 
 -*• Jehovah for her fov'reign Lord: 
 The countlefs Myriads of her Sons 
 Rofe into Being at his Word. 
 
 2 His Word did out of Nothing call 
 The World, — and founded All that is ; 
 Built on the Floods this folid Ball, 
 And fix'd it in the floating Seas. 
 
 3 But who fliall quit this low Abode ? 
 Who fhall afcend the heav'nly Place? 
 And ftand upon the Mount of God ? 
 And fee his Maker Face to Face ? 
 
 4 The Man whofe Hands and Heart are pure 
 That bleffed Portion ihail poffefs : 
 
 Him mail the Lord from Sin fecure, 
 And clothe and crown with Righteoufnefs, 
 
PSALM XXIV. « 
 
 Such only form the chofen Choir 
 Who feek the Face oi Jacob's God ; 
 Whofe Feet, with licens'd Step, afpire 
 To viiit Sion's bleft Abode. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 6 OUR Lord is rifen from the Dead, 
 Our Saviour is gone up on high; 
 The Pow'rs of Hell are captive led, 
 Dragg'd to the Portals of the Sky. 
 
 7 There his triumphal Chariot waits, 
 And Angels chaunt the folemn Lay; 
 Lift up your Heads, ye heav'nly Gates? 
 Ye everiafting Doors, give Way ! 
 
 S Loofe all your Bars of ma fly Light, 
 And wide unfold th' ethereal Scene: 
 He claims the Manfions as his Right, 
 Receive the King of Glory in. 
 
 9 Who is the King of Glory ? who ? 
 The Lord that all his Foes o'ercame, 
 TheJVorld, $i?i,Death 9 and/Te/Zo'erthrew, 
 And Jesus is the Conqu'ror's Name. 
 
 10 Lo ! his triumphal Chariot waits, 
 And Angels chaunt the folemn Lav ; 
 Lift up your Heads, ye heavhily Gates ! 
 Ye everiafting Doors, give Way ! 
 
 11 Who is the King of Glory? who? 
 The Lord of glorious Power pofleft ; 
 The King of Saints and Angels too 5 
 God over All, for ever bleft, 
 
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 PSALM XXV. 
 
 I LIFT my Soul to God, 
 My Truft is in his Name ; 
 Let not my Foes, that feek my Blood, 
 Still triumph in my Shame. 
 
 ! Sin, and the Pow'r of Hell, 
 Perfuade me to defpair ; 
 Lord, make me know thy Covenant well, 
 That I may 'fcape the Snare. 
 
 From the firft dawning Light 
 Till the dark Ev'ning rife, 
 For thy Salvation, Lord, I wait 
 With ever-longing Eyes. 
 
 Remember all thy Grace, 
 And lead me in thy Truth ; 
 Forgive the Sins of riper Days, 
 And Follies of my Youth. 
 
 The Lord is juft and kind; 
 The Meek iliaii learn his Ways ; 
 And ev'ry humble Sinner find 
 The Methods of his Grace. 
 
 For his own Goodnefs' Sake 
 He faves my Soul from Shame; 
 He pardons (though my Guilt be great) 
 Through my Redeemer's Name. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 WHERE Ihall the Man be found 
 Who fears t'offend his God? 
 Who loves the Gofpel's joyful Sound, 
 And trembles at the Rod ? 
 
P S A L M XXV. 37 
 
 8 The Lord mall make him know 
 The Secrets of his Heart; 
 The Wonders of his Cov'nant fliow, 
 And all his Love impart. 
 
 The Dealings of his Hand 
 Are Truth and Mercy ftill, 
 With fuch as to his Cov'nant fland, 
 And love to do his Will. 
 
 10 Their Souls fhall dwell at Eafe 
 Before their Maker's Face; 
 
 Their Seed fhall tafte the Promifes 
 In their extenfive Grace. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 1 1 MINE Eyes and my Defirc 
 Are ever to the Lord ; 
 
 I love to plead his Promifes, 
 And reft upon his Word. 
 
 12 Lord, turn Thee to my Soul; 
 Bring thy Salvation near; 
 
 When will thy Hand releafe my Feet 
 Out of the deadly Snare ? 
 
 13 When fliall the fov'reign Grace 
 Of my forgiving God 
 
 Rcftore me from thofe dang'rous Ways 
 My wand'ring Feet have trod ? 
 
 14 Behold the Hofts of Hell! 
 How cruel is their Hate ! 
 
 Againft my Life they rife, and join 
 Their Fury with Deceit. 
 
38 PS A.L M XXVI. 
 
 15 O keep my Soul from Death, 
 Nor pat my Hope to Shame! 
 
 For I have plac'd my only Trull 
 In my Redeemer's Name. 
 
 16 WitJi humble Feet I wait, 
 To fee thy Face again ; 
 
 Of Ifrael it fhall ne'er be faid, 
 " He fought the Lord in vain." 
 
 PSALM XXVI. 
 
 1 TUDGE me, O Lord, and prove my "Ways* 
 J And try my Reins, and try my Heart; 
 My Fakh upon thy Promife ftays, 
 
 Nor from thy Law my Feet depart. 
 
 2 I hate to walk, I hate to fit, 
 With Men of Vanity and Lies; 
 The Scoffer, and the Hypocrite, 
 Are the Abhorrence of mine Eyes. 
 
 3 Among thy Saints will I appear; 
 With Hands well wafli'd in Innocence.; 
 But when I ftand before thy Bar, ' 
 The Blood of Christ is my Defence. 
 
 4 I love thy Habitation, Lord, 
 
 The Temple where thine Honours dwell ; 
 There fhall I hear thy holy Word, 
 And there thy Works of Wonder tell. 
 
 5 Let not my Soul be join'd at lail 
 With Men of Treachery and Blood, 
 Since I my Days on Earth have pad, 
 Among the Saints, and near my God. 
 
[ 39 } I 
 
 PSALM XXVII. Merre L 
 
 1 npHE LoPvD of Glory is my Light, 
 . JL And my Salvation too ; 
 
 God is my Strength; nor will I fear 
 What all my Foes can do. 
 
 2 One Privilege my Heart defires ; 
 
 O grant- me an Abode 
 Among the Churches of thy Saints, 
 The Temples of my God ! 
 
 3 There mail I offer my Requefts, 
 
 And fee thy Beauty ftill ; 
 Shall hear thy Meffages of Love, 
 And there inquire thy Will. 
 
 4 When Troubles fife, and Storms appear, 
 
 There may his Children hide; 
 God has a fcrong Pavilion, where 
 He makes my Soul abide. 
 
 5 Now mall my Head be lifted high 
 
 Above my Foes around, 
 And Songs of Joy and Viftory 
 Within thy Temple found. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 6 SOON as I heard my Father fay 
 
 " Ye Children feek my Grace,'* 
 My Heart rq:ly'd without Delay, 
 " I'll feek my Father's Face." 
 
 1 Let not thy Face be hid from me, 
 frown my Soul away j 
 God of rnv Life, I fly to Thee 
 In a did tv> 
 
40 P S A L M XXVII. 
 
 8 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 lupply. 
 
 B My fainting Flefli had died with Grief, 
 Had not my Soul believ'd 
 To fee thy Grace provide Relief; 
 Nor was my Hope deceiv'd. 
 
 10 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling Saints, 
 And keep your Courage up > 
 He'll raife your Spirit when it faints, 
 And far exceed your Hope. 
 
 PSALM XXVII. Metre ii. 
 
 1 HPHOULord, my Safety ,Thou my Light, 
 
 JL What Danger lhall my Soul affright ? 
 Strength of my Life ! what Arm mall dare 
 To hurt whom Thou haft own'd thy Care? 
 Though gath'ring War around I fee, 
 I fix, fecure, my Truft on Thee. 
 
 2 One Willi, with holy Transport warm, 
 My Heart has form'd, and yet mall form: 
 One Gift I afk; — that to my End 
 
 Fair Sion's Courts I may attend ; 
 There, joyful, find a lure Abode, 
 And view the Beauty of my God. 
 
 3 " Seek ye my Face with duteous Care, 
 " And frequent to my Throne repair;" 
 Thus to my Heart I hear Thee fpeak; 
 
 " Thy Face, my Heart replies, I feek;" 
 Nor Thou, to my deftring Eye, 
 Thy Prefence, heavenly Lord, deny. 
 
P S A L M XXVIII. 41 
 
 Adopted by thy Care, in Thee 
 The Parent and the Friend I fee ; 
 O let me on thy Aid reclin'd, 
 Thee llill my great Salvation find, 
 Nor leave me, helplefs and forlorn, 
 The Abfence of thy Grace to mourn. 
 
 With patient Hope, with Mind fedate, 
 On IfraeVs God expectant wait : 
 Be ftrong, be ftedfaft: — So thy Heart 
 Shall feel his Grace its Aid impart : 
 Tho' prefs'd with Sorrow's heavieft Load, 
 O fix thy Truft on IfratVs God. 
 
 P S A L M XXVIII. 
 
 1 f^ OD my Strength, to Thee I pray; 
 vJT Turn not Thou thine Ear awav : 
 Gracious to my Vows attend, 
 
 While the humble Knee I bend. 
 
 2 Give me not thy Wrath to know, 
 Nor to feel the vengeful Blow, 
 By thy juft Decrees affign'd 
 
 To the Men of impious Mind. 
 
 3 On thy long-experienc'd Aid 
 See my Hope for everftay'd; 
 While my Heart, with Joy poffefs'd, 
 Leaps within my throbbing Breaft. 
 
 4 Grant me, Lord, thy Love to fhare, 
 Feed me with a Shepherd's Care; 
 Save thy People from Diftrefs, 
 
 And thy Patrimony blefs. 
 
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 PSALM XXIX. 
 
 1 CING, ye Sons of Might, O fing, 
 O Praife to Heav'n's eternal King ; 
 Pow'r and Strength to Him affign, 
 Bow before his hallow'd Shrine. 
 
 2 Hark! his Voice m/Thunder breaks; — - 
 Hufli'd to Silence when He fpeaks, « 
 Ocean's Waves, from Pole to Pole? 
 Hear the awful Accents roIL 
 
 3 See as louder yet they rife, 
 Echoing through the vaulted Skies ; 
 See, uprooted from its Seat, 
 Lebanon itfelf retreat ! 
 
 4 Now the burfting Clouds give way. 
 And the vivid Lightnings play I 
 Now the Wilds, by Man untrod, 
 Hear, difmay'd, th' approaching God ! 
 
 5 Proftrate on the facred Floor, 
 Bow, ye Saints, his Name adore : 
 While his Acts, to ev'ry Tongue, 
 Yield its Argument cf Song. 
 
 6 He the fwelling Surge commands, 
 Fix'd his Throne for ever flands ; 
 He his People /hall increafe, 
 
 Arm with Strength, and blefs with 'Peace. 
 
 PSALM XXX. 
 I T'LL celebrate thy Praifes, Lord, 
 A Who didft thy Pow'r employ 
 To raife my drooping Head, and check 
 My Foe's infulting Joy. 
 
PSALM XXX. 43 
 
 2 Thus to his Courts ye Saints of his 
 
 With Songs of Praife repair; 
 With me commemorate his Truth, 
 And providential Care. 
 
 3 His Wrath has but a Moment's Reign, 
 
 His Favour no Decay; 
 Your Night of Grief is recompens'd 
 With Joy's returning Day. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 4 ONCE, blefs'd with Peace, I boafting faid 
 
 I ne'er fhould fall, nor move: 
 Thou, Lord, my Hill fo ftrong haft made 
 By thy furrounding Love. 
 
 h Thy Face withdrawn, a thoufand Cares 
 Difturb'd my tortur'd Breaft: 
 Then I my God, with earneft Pray'rs 
 And fervent Cries, address'd. 
 
 6 " What Honours can my Blood to Thee, 
 
 " My Death what Trophies raife? 
 
 " Can mould'ring Duft thy Glories fee, 
 
 " Thy Truth or Goodnefs praife? 
 
 7 " Hear, Lor.d, and pity him who mourns; 
 
 (< To my Affiftance fly!" 
 Thy Love my Tears to dancing turns, 
 My fable Weeds to Joy. 
 
 % Exalted thus, I'll gladly fing 
 The Honours or thy Name ; 
 And, as thy Mercies ceafelefs fpring, 
 Thy ceafelefs Praife proclaim, 
 
[ 44 ] 
 PSAL M XXXL 
 
 1 £T* OD of my Strength, the Wife, the Juft, 
 V-X To Thee my Spirit I intruft: 
 
 From Thee, when Terrors clos'd me round, 
 My Soul its full Redemption found. 
 
 2 Thy Mercy fliall my Thanks employ, 
 For Thou my Theme, my Life, my Joy, 
 Haft calPd me thine, and bid me mare 
 The Gifts of thy paternal Care. 
 
 3 O, how fliall All who feek thy Love 
 The Fulnefs of thy Bounty prove ! 
 And teach th' admiring World to fee 
 How bleil the Souls that truft in Thee ! 
 
 4 Thy Saints, while Breath their Life prolongs, 
 At Diftance from the Strife of Tongues, v 
 Shall fee thy Tabernacle fpread 
 
 Its awful Splendours o'er their Head. 
 
 5 Be ftrong, be ftedfaft; fo vour Mind 
 From Him its full Support fliall find; 
 Ye Saints that in his Care confide, 
 Nor own, nor afk a Help befide. 
 
 psalm xxxir. 
 
 LEST is the Man, for ever blefs'd, 
 Whofe Guilt is pardon'd by his God ; 
 Whofe Sins with Sorrow are confefs'd, 
 And cover'd with his Saviour's Blood. 
 
 B 
 
 2 Bleft is the Man, to whom the Lord 
 Imputes not his Iniquities ; 
 He pleads no Merit of Reward, 
 And not on Works, but Grace relies- 
 
PSA'L M XXXIII. 45 
 
 3 From Guile his Hearts and Lips are free; 
 His humble Joy, his holy Fear, 
 
 With deep Repentance well agree, 
 And join to prove his Faith fincere. 
 
 4 How glorious is that Righteoufnefs 
 That hides and cancels all his Sins ! 
 While a bright Evidence of Grace 
 Thro' his whole Life appears and fliines* 
 
 PART II. 
 
 5 WHILE I keep Silence, and conceal 
 My heavy Guilt within my Heart, 
 What Torments doth my Conscience feel. 
 What Agonies of inward Smart ! 
 
 6 I fpread my Sins before the Lord, 
 And all my fecret Faults confers ; 
 Thy Gofpel fpeaks a pard'ning Word, 
 Thy Holy Spirit feals the Grace. 
 
 7 For this fhall ev'ry humble Soul 
 Make fwift Addreffes to thy Seat: 
 When Floods of ftrong Temptations roll,, 
 There fhall they find a bleft Retreat. 
 
 How fafe beneath thy Wings I lie, 
 When Days grow dark, and Storms appear ! 
 And when I walk, thy watchful Eye 
 Shall guide me fafe from ev'ry Snare. 
 
 PSALM XXXIII. 
 
 LET all the Juft, to God, with Joy, 
 Their cheerful Voices raife; 
 For well the Righteous it becomes 
 To fing glad Songs of Praife. 
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46 PSALM XXXIII. 
 
 2 How faithful is the Word of God ! 
 
 His Works with Truth abound; 
 He Juftice loves, and all the Earth 
 Is with his Goodnefs crown'd. 
 
 3 By his Almighty Word at firft 
 
 The heav'nly Arch was rear'd : 
 And all the beauteous Hofts of Light 
 At his Command appear'd. 
 
 4 The fwelling Floods together roll'd, 
 
 He makes in Heaps to lie ; 
 And lays, as in a Store-houfe fafe, 
 The wat'ry Treafures by. 
 
 5 Let Earth, and all that dwell therein, 
 
 Before Him trembling Hand: 
 (For when he fpake the Word, 'twas made, 
 'Twas fix'd at his Command. 
 
 <6 He fcorns the angry Nations' Rage, 
 And breaks their vain Defigns : 
 His Counfel ftands through ev'ry Age, 
 And in full Glory <fhines. 
 
 PA R T II. 
 
 7 BLEST is the Nation where the Lord 
 
 Hath fix'd his gracious Throne ; 
 Where he reveals his heav'nly Word, 
 And calls. their Tribes his own, 
 
 8 His Eye, with infinite Survey, 
 
 Does the whole World behold ; 
 He form'd us all of equal Clay, 
 .And knaws our feeble Mould 
 
 
P S A L M XXXIV. 47 
 
 9 Kings are not refcu'd by the Force 
 Of Armies from the Grave ; 
 Nor Speed nor Courage of an Horfe 
 Can the bold Rider fave. 
 
 10 Vain is the Strength of Beafts or Men, 
 
 To hope for Safety thence ; 
 
 But holy Souls from God obtain 
 
 A ftrong and fure Defence. 
 
 11 God is their Fear, and God their Truft, 
 
 When Plagues or Famines fpread, 
 His watchful Eye fecures the Juft 
 Among ten thoufand Dead. 
 
 12 Lord, let our Hearts in Thee rejoice, 
 
 And blefs us from thy Throne; 
 For we have made thy Word our Choice, 
 And truft thy Grace alone. 
 
 PSALM XXXIV. Metre i. 
 
 1 THHrough all the changing Scenes of Life, 
 
 A In Trouble and in Jov, 
 The Praifes of my God ihall ftill 
 • My Heart and Tongue employ. 
 
 2 Of his Deliv'rance I will boaft, 
 
 Till All that are diftreft 
 From my Example Comfort take, 
 And charm their Griefs to reft. 
 
 3 O magnify the Lord with Me, 
 
 With Me exalt his Name; 
 When in Diftrefs to him I call'd, 
 He to my Refcue came. 
 C 2 
 
48 PSALM XXXIV, 
 
 4 The Hofts of God encamp around 
 
 The Dwellings of the Juft ; 
 
 Deliv'rance He affords to All 
 
 Who on his Succour truft. 
 
 5 O make but Trial of his Love, 
 
 Experience will decide 
 How bleft they are, and only they, 
 Who in his Truth confide. 
 
 6 Fear Him, ye Saints, and you will then 
 
 Have nothing elfe to fear ; 
 Make you his Service your Delight, 
 He'll make your Wants his Care. 
 
 PSALM XXXIV. Metre ii. 
 
 1 HHHEE will I thank, and Day by Day 
 
 JL Form to thy Praife the joyful Lay ; 
 From Morn to Eve the Song extend, 
 My God, my Father, and my Friend. 
 
 2 While pleas'd each Heart of humble Frame 
 Shall wake, great God, to hear thy Fame ; 
 O come, your Voice triumphant raife, 
 And fing, with me, your Maker's Praife. 
 
 3 To Him my Soul difclos'd its Care; 
 He heard, and, prefent to my Pray'r, 
 (His faithful Buckler o'er me held) 
 Each Terror from my Breaft difpell'd. 
 
 4 His Angel, nigh the juft Man's Tent 
 Encamp'd, each Danger to prevent, 
 His fure Protection round him throws, 
 Though harnefs'd Hofts his Peace oppofe. 
 
PSALM XXXV. 49 
 
 5 O tafte with me, O tade, and prove 
 The Bleffings of his houndlefs Love; 
 And (fearlefs of Repulfe or Shame) 
 The Promife of his Mercy claim. 
 
 6 Hail, Saviour of the human Race ! 
 Hail, Fountain of exhauitlefs Grace! 
 Thrice happy, who on Thee recline, 
 Nor own, nor afk a Help, but Thine. 
 
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 PSALM XXXV. : _ 
 
 [my toes 
 
 LEAD Thou my Caufe, O Lord: — 
 
 Let thy refiftlefs Pow'r oppofe ; 
 
 Say to my troubled Soul, " In Me 
 
 " Thy Strength and fare Salvation fee." 
 
 2 Thou feeft my Foes a Pit prepare, 
 And plant before my Steps their Snare ; 
 Thou feeft them urge (to Falfehood prone) 
 The Guilt my Bread has never known. 
 
 3 Yet I their Sufferings oft lament, 
 
 Oft at thy Throne their Griefs prefent; 
 (And find the Pray'r their Pride has fpurnM, 
 With Bleffings on my Head return'd). 
 
 4 Nor feels the Son his melting Bread 
 With deeper Senfe his Grief imprefs'd, 
 That grafps a dying Mother's Hand, 
 And waits to take her lad Command. 
 
 5 Not fuch the Pity to me borne, 
 
 With patient Eye behold my Wrong ? 
 C 3 
 
60 PSALM XXXVI. 
 
 6 O let not my uninjur'd Foes 
 
 With fpeaking Eye, amidft my Woes, 
 As round they ftand in clofe Array, 
 The Triumphs of their Heart betray. 
 
 7 But near me rang'd, with thankful Voice 
 Let ev'ry Friend to Truth rejoice; 
 While, loudeft in the Choir, my Tongue 
 To Notes of Praife fliall tune its Song: 
 
 8 " Bleft be the Name of Jacob's Lord, 
 
 " The God by Heav'n and Earth ador'd, 
 " Who joys his Servant's Caufe to plead, 
 " And crowns with Peace his favour'd Head." 
 
 PSALM XXXVI. 
 
 1 f~\ LORD, thy Mercy (my fure Hope) 
 
 \Jf- The higheft Orb of Heav'n tranfcends j 
 Thy facred Truth's unmeafur'd Scope 
 Beyond the fpreading Skies extends. 
 
 2 Thy Juftice like the Hills remains ; 
 LTnrathom'd Depths thy Judgments are; 
 Thy Providence the World fuftains; 
 The whole Creation is thy Care. 
 
 3 Since of thy Goodnefs All partake, 
 With what Affurance fhould the Juft 
 Thy fhelt'ring Wings their Refuge make, 
 And Saints to thy Protection truft? 
 
 4 Such Guefls fliall to thy Courts be led, 
 To banquet on thy Love's Repaft, 
 a„j 4-:~i -**<;« ra c!ver Jaif. 
 
PSALM XXXVIII. 51 
 
 With Thee the Springs of Life remain, 
 Thy Prefence is ete nal Day; 
 O let thy Saints thy Favour gain, 
 To upright Hearts thy Truth difplay. 
 
 PSALM XXXVII. 
 
 ET not the Sinner's Wealth or Might 
 
 L 
 
 The Envy of thy Soul excite: 
 Anon thine Eye fhall fee him fade, 
 Quick as the Flow'r or vernal Blade. 
 
 2 But thou thy Will to HeavVs high Lord 
 (HisT^UTH thy Truft, thy Rule his Word) 
 Submit; — and nourihVd by his Hand 
 
 ' Inherit from his Gift the Land. 
 
 3 In Him delight, on Him depend; 
 
 Him choofe thy Guide, thy Way, thy End; 
 So (hall his Love thy Wifhes grant, 
 His Care anticipate thy Want. 
 
 4 He'll bid thy Acts, in Light ferene, 
 Far as the riling Morn be feen ; 
 Thy Juflice as the Noon of Day, 
 Diffufive, pour its cloudlefs Ray. 
 
 5 With patient Hope await his Will, 
 Nor let the Sight of profp'rous III 
 Impel thee, with Diiquict vain, 
 His wife Difpofals to arraign. 
 
 PSALM XXXVIII. 
 1 /^\ Spare me, Lord, nor o'er my Head 
 V^/ The Fulnefs of thy Vengeance fned; 
 Pierc'd by thy Shafts, great God, I ftand, 
 And feel the Preflure of thy Hand. 
 C 4 
 
52 PSALM XXXIX. 
 
 Q My Friends, and next Allies by Birth, 
 (Once kind Companions of my Mirth, 
 When wing'd with Health the Moments flew) 
 My Griefs with diftant Horror view. 
 
 3 But Thou, beft Advocate, art nigh; 
 On Thee, great God, my Hopes rely; 
 
 vindicate my Fame from Wrong, 
 And fdence the reproachful Tongue. 
 
 4 Thou feeft how prone to flip my Feet, 
 What Woes my Eyes inceflant meet ; 
 Nor fliuns my Soul its Guilt to own, 
 But forrowing bows before thy Throne. 
 
 5 O let me (rais'd by Thee) no more 
 The Abfence of thine Aid deplore ; 
 God of my Life, recede not far, 
 
 But hafte, and make that Life thy Care. 
 
 P S A L M XXXIX. 
 
 1 HPEACH me the Meafure of my Days, 
 
 X Thou Maker of my Frame ! 
 
 1 would furvey Life's narrow Space, 
 
 And learn how frail I am. 
 
 2 A Span is all that we can boaft, 
 
 An Inch or two of Time ; 
 Man is but Vanity and Dull, 
 In all his Flow'r and Prime. 
 
 3 See the vain Race of Mortals move, 
 
 Like Shadows o'er the Plain ; 
 They rage and drive, deiire and love, 
 But all their Noife is vain. 
 
PSALM XL. 53 
 
 4 Some walk in Honour's gaudy Show, 
 
 Some dig for golden Ore ; 
 They toil for Heirs, they know not who, 
 And ftrait are feen no more. 
 
 5 What flionld I wifh or wait for then, 
 
 From Creatures, Earth, and Duft ? 
 They make our Expectations vain, 
 And difappoint our Truft. 
 
 6 Now I forbid my carnal Hope, 
 
 My fond Defires recall ; 
 I give my mortal Int'relt up, 
 And make my God my All. 
 
 PSALM XL. Metre I 
 
 1 T Meekly waited for the Lord, 
 A He bow'd to hear my Cry : 
 He faw me refting on his Word,. 
 
 And brought Salvation nigh. 
 
 2 He rais'd me from a horrid Pit, 
 
 Where mourning long I lay ; 
 And from my Bonds releas'd my Feet ? 
 Deep Bonds of miry Clay. 
 
 3 Firm on a Rock he made me ftand, 
 
 And taught my cheerful Tongue 
 To praife the Wonders of his Hand* 
 In a new thankful Song. 
 
 4 I'll fpread his Works of Grace abroad* 
 
 The faints with Joy fliall hear, 
 And Sinners learn to make my God- 
 Their only Hope and Fear. 
 C 5 
 
54 P S A L M XL 
 
 5 How many are thy Thoughts of Love ! 
 
 Thy Mercies, Lord, how great! 
 Nor Words nor Hours fufficient prove 
 Their Numbers to repeat. 
 
 6 When I'm affli£ied, poor and low, 
 
 And Light and Peace depart ; 
 My God beholds my heavy Woe, 
 And bears me on his Heart. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 THUS faith the Lord, "YourWorkisvahv 
 
 " Give yopr Burnt-OFt 'rings o'er; 
 " In dying Goats and Bullocks flain 
 " My Soul delights no more." 
 
 8 Then fpake the Saviour, " Lo ! I'm here, 
 
 " My God, to do thy Will; 
 " Whate'er thy facred Books declare 
 " Thy Servant fhall fulfil. 
 
 9 " Thy Law is ever in my Sight, 
 
 " I keep it near my Heart j 
 M Mine Eyes are open'd with Delight 
 " To what thy Lips impa»rt." 
 
 10 Thus he reveal'd his Father's Grace, 
 
 And thus his Truth He ihew'd, 
 And preach'd the Way of Righteoufnefs 
 Where great Affemblies ftood, 
 
 11 His Father's Honour touch'd his Heart, 
 
 He pity'd Sinners' Cries, 
 And, to fulfil a Saviour's Part, 
 Was made a Sacrifice, 
 
P S A L M XL. 55 
 
 12 No Blood of Beafts on Altars flied 
 Could warn the Confcience clean; 
 But the rich Sacrifice He paid, 
 Atones for all our Sin. 
 
 PSALM XL. Metre it 
 
 1 HPHE Wonders, Lord, thy Love hath 
 
 A wrought, 
 
 Exceed our Praife, furmount our Thought; 
 Should I attempt the long Detail, 
 My Speech would faint, my Numbers fail. 
 
 2 No Blood of Beafts on Altars fpilt, 
 
 Can cleanfe the Souls of Men from Guilt; 
 But thou haft fet before our Eyes 
 An All-fufficient Sacrifice. 
 
 3 Lo ! thine eternal Son appears ! 
 To thy Deiire He bows his Ears, 
 Affumes a Body well prepar'd, 
 And well performs a Work fo hard. 
 
 4 " Behold, I come," (the Saviour cries, 
 With Love and Duty in his Eyes) 
 
 I come to bear the heavy Load 
 
 Of Sins; and do thy Will, my God. 
 
 1 'Tis written in thy great Decree, 
 ' 'Tis in thy Book foretold of Me ; 
 1 I muft fulfil the Saviour's Part; 
 6 And lo ! thy Law is in my Heart. 
 
 c I'll magnify thy holy Law, 
 1 And Rebels to Obedience draw, 
 1 When on my Crofs I'm lifted high, 
 4 Or to my Crown above the Sky ; 
 C 6 
 
56 PSAL M XL. 
 
 7 " The Spirit fhall defcend, and mow 
 " What Thou hail done, and what I do; 
 6 ' The wond'ring World fhall learn thy Grace, 
 " Thy Wifdom and thy Righteoufnefs." 
 
 PSALM XL. Metre ii. 
 
 1 T 7f 7TTH patient Hope my God I fought ; 
 
 VV He to his Suppliant's Want his 
 In happieft Hour apply'd : [Thought 
 He, from the dark and miry Pit, 
 High on a Rock has rais'd my Feet, 
 Nor fear my Steps to Aide. 
 
 2 His Praife infpires my grateful Tongue, 
 And dictates to my Lips a Song 
 
 In Strains unheard before ; 
 Admiring Crowds his Work fhall fee, 
 Their Strength on Him repofe with Me, 
 
 With Me his Name adore. 
 
 3 Blefl who in Thee, great God, confide, 
 Nor madly truft the Arm of Pride, 
 
 And Helps which but betray. 
 Thy Mercies, Lord, all Praife lurmount, 
 Nor Numbers can their Sum recount, 
 
 Nor Words their Worth difplay, 
 
 PART II. 
 
 4 NO Sacrifice thy Love can win, 
 Nor OfPrings from the Stain of Sin 
 
 Obnoxious Man fhall clear; 
 Thy Hand a mortal Frame prepares, 
 (Thy Hand whofe Signature it bears) 
 
 And opes a willing Ear 
 
PSALM XLI. 57 
 
 5 " And fince the Blood of Victims flam, 
 " And hallow'd Gifts, attempt in vain 
 
 " T' avert th' Offender's Doom : 
 " Myfelf th' Atonement will provide; 
 (Touch'd with ourWoes, the Saviour cry 'd) 
 " I come, my God, I come. 
 
 6 " Thy Book, hy facred Bards unroll'd, 
 " My full Obedience has foretold 
 
 " To thy myfterious Will : 
 " His juft Affent thy Servant gives, 
 " Thy Words my Breaft with Joy receives, 
 
 " My Hands with Zeal fulfil." 
 
 7 Great Helper and Redeemer, hear! 
 O, inftant in our Caufe, appear 
 
 With Tokens of thy Grace ! 
 Thy Blifs let All who feek Thee (hare, 
 And taught thy Love, that Love declare 
 
 In Songs of ceafelefs Praile. 
 
 PSALM XLI. 
 
 1 T> LEST, who with gen'rous Pity glows, 
 JL3 Who learns to feel another's Woes, 
 Bows to the Poor Man's Wants his Ear, 
 And wipes the helplefs Orphan's Tear : 
 
 In ev'ry Want, in ev'ry Woe, 
 Himfelf thy Pity, Lord, fliall know. 
 
 2 Thy Love, his Life fliall guard ; Thy Hand 
 Give to his Lot the chofen Land; 
 
 Nor leave him in the dreadful Day 
 To unrelenting Foes a Prey ; 
 In Sicknefs Thou ihalt raiie his Head, 
 And turn with tend'reft Care his Bed, 
 
58 PSAL M XLII. 
 
 3 O thankful blefs th' Almighty Lord, 
 The God by Jacob's Sons ador'd: 
 His Fame, ere Time its Courfe began, 
 O'er Heav'n's t wide Region echoing ran; 
 To Him through endleis Ages, raiie 
 One Song of oft-repeated Praife. 
 
 PSALM XLII. Metre i. 
 
 1 AS pants the Hart for cooling Streams, 
 jLX. When heated in the Chace, 
 
 So longs my Soul, O God, for Thee, 
 And thy refreshing Grace. 
 
 2 For Thee, my God, the living God, 
 
 My thirfty Soul doth pine ; 
 O when fhall I behold thy Face, 
 
 Thou Majefty divine ! 
 S Tears are my conftant Food, while thus 
 
 Infulting Foes upbraid, 
 " Deluded Wretch, where's now thy God? 
 
 " And where's his promis'd Aid?" 
 
 4 Why reftlefs, why caft down, my Soul? 
 
 Truft God, and he'll employ 
 His Aid for thee: and change thefe Sighs 
 To thankful Hymns of Joy. 
 
 5 When thy bleft Prefence, Lord of Life, 
 
 Has once difpelPd the Storm ; 
 To Thee I'll midnight Anthems fing, 
 And all my Vows perform. 
 
 6 God of my Strength, how long fh&ll I 
 
 Like one forgotten mourn ! 
 
 Forlorn, forfaken, and expos'd 
 
 To my OpprelTor's Scorn! 
 
PSALM XLTI. 59 
 
 7 My Heart is pierc'd as with a Sword, 
 
 While thus my Foes upbraid, 
 " Vain Boafter, where is now thy God ? 
 " And where his promis'd Aid?" 
 
 8 Why reftlefs, why caft down, my Soul? 
 
 Hope ftill, and thou (halt fmg 
 The Praife of Him who is thy God, 
 Thy Health's eternal Spring. 
 
 P S A L M XLIT. Metre ii. 
 
 1 AS pants the Hart for cooling Springs, 
 £*» So longs my Soul, O King of Kings, 
 Thy Face in near Approach to fee, 
 
 So thirds, great Source of Life, for Thee. 
 When mall I reach thy bleft Abode ? 
 When meet the Prefence of my God ? 
 
 2 Thy Mercies, Lord, before my Eyes, 
 Shall yet in fvveet Remembrance rife ; 
 Though Deeps to boift'rous Deeps aloud 
 Have call'd, — and from the burfting Cloud 
 Their licensed Rage the Storms have fhed, 
 And heap'd the Billows o'er my Head. 
 
 3 Yet 'midft the Storm and 'midft the Wave, 
 Thy Love the Beams of Comfort gave: 
 Thy Name to Rapture prompts my Tongue^ 
 My Joy by Day, by Night my Song : 
 
 To Thee my Soul afcends in Pray'r, 
 And in thy Bofom pours its Care. 
 
 Then why, my Soul, with Care opprefs'd? 
 And whence the Woes that fill my Breaft ? 
 4 
 
60 PSALM XLIV. 
 
 In all thy Cares, in all thy Woes, 
 On God thy ftedfaft Hope repofe; 
 To Him my Thanks fhall ftill be paid, 
 My fure Defence, my conftant Aid. 
 
 PSALM XLIII. 
 
 1 TUST Judge of Heav'n, againft my Foes 
 J Do thou affert my injur'd Right : , 
 
 O fet me free, my God, from thofe 
 That in Deceit and Wrong delight. 
 
 2 Let me with Light and Truth be bleft, 
 Be thou my Guide, and lead the Way, 
 Till on thy holy Hill I reft, 
 
 And in thy facred Temple pray. 
 
 3 Then will I there frefh Altars raife 
 To God, who is my only Joy; 
 
 And well-tun'd Harps with Songs of Praife 
 Shall all my grateful Hours employ. 
 
 4 Why then caft down, my Soul, and why 
 So much opprefs'd with anxious Care? 
 On God, thy God, for Aid rely, 
 
 Who will thy ruin'd State repair. 
 
 PSA'L M XLIV. 
 
 1 " " ORD, we have heard thy Works of old, 
 k j Thy Works of Pow'r and Grace, 
 
 When to our Ears our Fathers told 
 The Wonders of their Days. 
 
 2 How thou didfl build thy Churches here, 
 
 And make thy Gofpel known , 
 Among them did thine Arm appear,. 
 Thy Light and Glory fhone. 
 
P S A L M XLV. 61 
 
 3 In God they boafted all the Day, 
 
 And, in a cheerful Throng, 
 Did Thousands meet to praiie and pray, 
 And Grace was all their Song. 
 
 4 But now, chaftiz'd by Thee, we Hand 
 
 A Proverb to our Foes ; 
 While fierce Derifion claps the Hand, 
 And triumphs in our Woes. 
 
 5 Awake, arife, Almighty Lord ! 
 
 Why ileeps thy wonted Grace? 
 Why mould we look like Men abhorr'd, 
 Or banim'd from thy Face ? 
 
 6 Redeem us from perpetual Shame, 
 
 Our Saviour and our God ; 
 We plead the Honours of thy Name, 
 The Merits of thy Blood. * 
 
 PSALM XLV. Metre i. 
 
 1 IV/fY Heart doth take in Hand 
 XVJL Some godly Song to iing;" 
 
 The Praife that I mail fliew therein, 
 Pertaineth to the King. 
 
 2 My Tongue fhatl! be as quick 
 His Honour to indite, 
 
 As is the Pen of any Scribe 
 That ufeth faft to write. 
 
 3 Ofaireft of all Meiv! 
 
 Thy Lips with Grace are pure ; 
 For God hath bleffed Thee with Gifts 
 For ever to endure. 
 
62 PSALM XLV. 
 
 4 About Thee gird thy Sword, 
 O Prince of Might eledl! 
 
 With Honour, Glory, and Renown, 
 Thou art moft richly deckt. 
 
 5 Go forth with godly Speed, 
 
 With Meeknels, Truth, and Right; 
 And thy right Hand ihall Thee inftru6t, 
 In Works of dreadful Might. 
 
 6 Thy Arrows /harp and keen 
 Their Hearts fo fore (hall fling, 
 
 That they fhall crouch and kneel to -Thee, 
 Yea, all thy Foes, O Krac 
 
 7 Thy Royal Seat, O Lord, 
 For ever fhall remain ; 
 
 Becaufe the Sceptre of thy Realm 
 Doth Righteoufnefs maintain. 
 
 8 Wherefore thy holy Name 
 All Ages (hall record ; 
 
 The People fhall give Thanks to Thee 
 For evermore, O Lord. 
 
 PSALM XLV. Metre ii. 
 
 1 Tf XALTED by a bleffed Thought, 
 
 V^ My Soul is on the Wing ; 
 I fpeak, as by the Spirit taught, 
 The Praife of Christ my Kino. 
 
 2 My Lips are eager, and delight 
 
 Glad Tidings to impart, 
 As is the Pen of them that write 
 With equal Eafe and Art. 
 
PSALM XLV. 63 
 
 y Thy Form is fairer than the Race 
 Of Men from Adam fprung ; 
 And God has giv'n eternal Grace 
 To thy perfuaiive Tongue. 
 
 4 Ride on, Thou Prince of wondrous Might, 
 
 Gird on thy dreadful Sword ! 
 With Majefty, and glorious Light, 
 And Truth's all-conqu'ring Word. 
 
 5 Thy Throne, O God, for ever ftands ; 
 
 Thy Word of Grace fhall prove 
 A peaceful Sceptre in thy Hands, 
 To rule thy Saints by Love. 
 
 6 JufHce and Truth attend Thee ftill, 
 
 But Mercy is thy Choice ; 
 And God, thy God, thy Soul fhall fill 
 With mod peculiar Joys. 
 
 PSALM XLV. Metre 
 
 in. 
 
 1 TVTOW be my Heart infpir'd to fing 
 
 X. \| The Glories of my Saviour-King, 
 
 Jesus the Lord; how heav'nly fair 
 
 His Form ! — How bright his Beauties are ! 
 
 2 O'er all the Sons of human Race 
 He Alines with a iuperior Grace ; 
 Love from his Lips divinely flows, 
 And Bleffings all his State compofe. 
 
 3 Drefs Thee in Arms, moft mighty Lord, 
 Gird on the Terror of thy Sword ! 
 
 With Truth and Meeknefs at thy Side! 
 
64 PSALM XLV. 
 
 4 Thine Anger, like a pointed Dart, 
 Shall pierce the Foes of ftubborn Heart i 
 Or Words of Mercy kind and fweet 
 Shall melt the Rebels at thy Feet. 
 
 5 Thy Throne, O God, for ever (lands, 
 Grace is the Sceptre in thy Hands: 
 Thy Laws and Works are juft and right, 
 Juftice and Grace are thy Delight. 
 
 -6 God, thine own God, has richly fhed 
 His Oil of Gladnefs on thy Head, 
 And with his facred Spirit bleft 
 His rirft-born Son above the reft. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 THE King of Saints, how fair his Face, 
 Adorn'd with Majefty and Grace! 
 
 He conies with Bleffings from above, 
 And wins the Nations to his Love. 
 
 8 At his right Hand our Eyes behold 
 The Queen array'd in pmeft Gold; 
 The World admires her heav'nly Drefs, 
 Her Robe of Joy and Righteoufhefs. 
 
 9 He forms her Beauties like his own, 
 He calls and feats her near his Throne : 
 Fair Stranger let thine Heart forget 
 The Idols of thy Native State. 
 
 10 So fhall the King the more rejoice 
 In thee the Fav'rite of his Choice- 
 Let Ilim ue wv d, and yet ador a, 
 For He's thv Maker, and thy Lord. 
 
PSALM XLVI. ( 
 
 1 1 O happy Hour, when thou fhalt rife 
 To his fair Palace in the Skies ! 
 
 And all thy Sons (a num'rous Train) 
 Each like a Prince in Glory reign ! 
 
 12 Let endlefs Honours crown his Head: 
 Let ev'ry Age his praifes fpread; 
 While we with cheerful Songs approve 
 The Condefcenfions of his Love. 
 
 PSALM XLVI. 
 
 GOD is the Refuge of his Saints, 
 When Storms of (harp Diftrefs invade; 
 Ere we can offer our Complaints, 
 Behold him prefent with his Aid. 
 
 Let Mountains from their Seats be hurl'd 
 Down to the Deep, and bury'd there : 
 Convulfions fhake the folid World, 
 Our Faith mail never yield to I ear. 
 
 Loud may the troubled Ocean roar, 
 In facred Peace our Souls abide , 
 While ev'ry Nation, ev'ry Shore, 
 Trembles, and dreads the {welling Tide. 
 
 There is a Stream, whofe gentle flow 
 Supplies the City of our God : 
 Life, Love, and Joy, {till gliding through, 
 And wat'ring our divine Abode. 
 
 That facred Stream, thine holy Word, 
 That all our raging Fear controuls : 
 Sweet Peace thy Promifes afford, 
 And give new Strength to fainting Souls. 
 
66 PSALM XLVI. 
 
 6 Sion enjoys her Monarch's Love, 
 Secure againft a threatening Hour: 
 Nor can her firm Foundations move, 
 Built on his 1 ruth, and arm'd with Pow'r. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 LET Sion in her King rejoice, 
 Though Tyrants rage, and Kingdoms rife; 
 He utters his Almighty Voice, 
 
 The Nations melt, the Tumult dies. 
 
 8 The Lord of old for Jacob fought; 
 And Jacob's God is ftill our Aid ; 
 Behold the Works his Hand has wrought ! 
 What Defolation He has made ! 
 
 9 From Sea to Sea through all the Shores 
 He makes the Noife of Battle ceafe ; 
 When from on high his Thunder roars, 
 He awes the trembling World to Peace. 
 
 10 He breaks the Bow, He cuts the Spear; 
 Chariots he burns with heav'nly Flame : 
 Keep Silence all the Earth; and hear 
 The Sound and Glory of his Name ! 
 
 11 " Be ftill ; and learn that I am God ! 
 " I'll be exalted o'er the Lands; 
 
 4i I will be known and fear'd abroad; 
 " But ftill my Throne in Sion ftands." 
 
 12 O Lord of Hofts, Almighty King ! 
 While we fo near thy Prefence dwell, 
 Our Faith fhall fit fecure, and fing 
 Defiance to the Gates of Hell. 
 
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 PSALM XLVII. 
 
 1 /^V FOR a Shout of facred Joy 
 V>/ To God the Sov'reign King ! 
 Let ev'ry Land their Tongues employ, 
 
 And Hymns of Triumph fmg. 
 
 2 Jesus, our God, afcends on high: 
 
 His heav'nly Guards around 
 Attend him, rifmg through the Sky, 
 With Trumpet's joyful Sound. 
 
 3 While Angels fhout and praife their King, 
 
 Let Mortals learn their Strains ; 
 Let all the Earth his Honours fmg; 
 O'er all the Earth He reigns. 
 
 4 Rehearfe his Praife with Awe profound, 
 
 Let Knowledge lead the Song, 
 Nor mock Him with a folemn Sound 
 Upon a thoughtlefs Tongue. 
 
 5 In Ifrael itood his ancient Throne, 
 
 He lov'd that chofen Race; 
 But now he calls the World his own, 
 And Heathens tafte his Grace, 
 
 -6 The Britifli Iflands are the Lord's, 
 There Abraham's God is known, 
 WhilePow'rs and Princes, Shields andS words, 
 Submit before his Throne, 
 
 PSALM XLVIII. Metre i. 
 I /"^ REAT is the Lord our God, 
 VJT And let his Praife be great ; 
 He makes his Churches his Abode, 
 His moil delightful Seat. 
 
€8 PSALM XLVIII. 
 
 2 Thefe Temples of his Grace, 
 How beautiful they (land ! 
 
 The Honours of our native Place, 
 And Bulwarks of our Land. 
 
 3 In Sion God is known 
 A Refuge in Diftrefs ; 
 
 How bright has his Salvation /hone ' 
 Through all her Palaces ! 
 
 4 When Kings againft her join'd, 
 And faw the Lord was there: 
 
 In wild Confuiion of the Mind 
 They fled with trembling Fear. 
 
 5 When Navies* tall and proud, 
 Attempt to fpoil ou^ Peace :_ 
 
 He fends his Tempeft roaring loud, 
 And £nks them in the Seas. 
 
 6 Oft have our Fathers told, 
 Our Eyes have often feen, 
 
 How well our God fecur'd the Fold, 
 Where his own Sheep have been. 
 
 T In ev'ry new Diftrefs 
 
 We'll to his Houfe repair; 
 We'll think upon his wond'rous Grace, 
 And feek Deiiv 'ranee there. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 FAR as thy Name is known 
 The World declares thy Praife ; 
 Thy Saints, O Lord, before thy Throne* 
 Their Songs of Honour raife. 
 l 
 
P 5 A L M XLVIII. 69 
 
 9 With Joy let Jidda h ftand 
 On Sion's chofen Hill ; 
 Proclaim the Wonders of thy Hand, 
 And Counfels of thy Will 
 
 10 Let Strangers walk around 
 The City where we dwell, 
 
 Compafs and view thine holy Ground, 
 And mark the Building well : 
 
 1 1 The Orders of thy Houfe, 
 The Wormip of thy Court ; 
 
 The cheerful Songs, the folemn Vows ; 
 -. And make a fair Report. 
 
 12 How decent and how wife! 
 
 How glorious to behold ! 
 Beyond the Pomp that charms i\ : 
 And Rites adorn' d with Gold. 
 
 13 The God we worfhip now 
 Will; guide us till we die ; 
 
 Will he our God while here below, 
 And through Eternity. 
 
 P S A L M XLVIII. Metre ii. 
 
 LORD ! what our Ears long iince have 
 Our Eyes delighted trace, [known, 
 Thv Love in long Succeflion ihown 
 To Salem's chofen Race. 
 
 Thrice bleft Abode ! whofe ev'rv Tow'r 
 
 By Thee fupported ilands, 
 The God whofe wide-extended Pow'r 
 
 Ih' ethereal Hoft commands. 
 D 
 
70 PSALM XLIX. 
 
 3 When proftrate at thy hallow'd Shrine, 
 
 Thy Mercies Each furveys, 
 Tranfported with the View, we join 
 In Wonder, Love, and Praife. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 4 Let Sion\ heav'n-devoted Mount 
 
 With Shouts of Triumph ring, 
 And Jutfah's Daughters, pleas'd, recount 
 The Judgments of her King. 
 
 5 Go, walk her facred Streets along, 
 
 And let her Tow'rs be told ; 
 With curious Eye her Bulwarks ftrong, 
 And beauteous Domes, behold. 
 
 5 So mall the fair Defcription laft, 
 Preferv'd in full Record, 
 And tell what Glories once have gracM 
 The Seat of Jacob's Lord. 
 
 7 To him our thankful Hearts fhall bow, 
 Nor own a God befide; 
 To Life's laft Period him avow, 
 The ever faithful Guide. 
 
 PSALM XLIX. 
 
 1 Ty\r H Y do the Proud infult the Poor, 
 
 V V And boafl: the large Eftates they have ? 
 How vain are Riches to fecure 
 Their haughty Owners from the Grave ! 
 
 2 There the dark Earth and difmal Shade 
 Shall clafp their naked Bodies round; 
 That Flefh fo delicately fed 
 
 Lies cold, and moulders in the Ground, 
 
P S A L M L. 
 
 3 Like thoitghtlefs Sheep. the Sinner dies, 
 Laid in the Grave for Worms to eat, 
 The Saints fhall In the Morning rife. 
 And find th' Gppreilbr at their Feet 
 
 4 His Honours perifh in the Duft, 
 
 His Pomp and Beauty, Birth and Blood; 
 That glorious Day exalts the Juft 
 To full Dominion o'er the Proud. 
 
 5 My Saviour mall my Life reftore, 
 And raife me from my dark Abode : 
 My Flefh and Soul mall part no more, 
 But dwell for ever with my God. 
 
 P S A L M L. 
 
 1 JEHOVAH from his chofen Place 
 
 J Shines forth, with matchlefsBeautv crown'di 
 He comes; devouring Flames his Face, 
 His Steps impetuous Storms furround. 
 
 2 From Eaft to Weft, from Shore to Shore, 
 The dreadful Summons fwiftly rolls; 
 
 His Voice, in Thunder's awful Roar, 
 At once th* affrighted World controls. 
 
 3 " Go, call my Saints together ;— thofe 
 
 " Who in mv Laws delight; and o'er / 
 u Their Sacrifice my Covenant choie, 
 " And there to Me devoutly fwore. 
 
 4 " N Hear me, my People! Ifrael, hear! 
 
 " With thee the Caufe I'll calmly plead : 
 " Lo! I the Lord of Hosts appear! 
 * ; The Mighty God, thy ibv'reign Head ! 
 D 2 
 
PSAL M L. 
 
 Did I e'er call for Sacrifice? 
 
 Or of thy fparing Hand complain ? 
 Or bid that conitant Steams (liould rife 
 From bleeding Bullocks, duly flam ? 
 
 Vain Trifles all! — Thy folcmn Feafts, 
 Thy Bullocks and thy Goats I icorn : 
 The Foreft-Herds are mine; — the Beads 
 Which on a. thoufand Hills are born. 
 
 The feather'd Hofts, the Fowls are mine. 
 And ail the Droves which graze the Fields : 
 If hungry, I'd not afk of thine ; 
 To Me the World its Plenty yields. v 
 
 Think'ft thou the Flefli of Bulls Fd eat, 
 Or Goat's r Or drink their (learning Gore ? 
 No: — give Me Praife; my Praife repeat; 
 My Grace, with Vows perform'd, implore. 
 
 Then in the Time of Danger cry 
 To Me; to Me thy Griefs difplay; 
 And thou, when I to fave thee fly, 
 Juft Honours to my Name fhall pay." 
 
 FART II. 
 
 10 THE Lord the Judge his Churches warns, 
 Let Hypocrites attend and fear, 
 
 Who place their Hopes in Rites and Forms, 
 But make not Faith or Love their Care. 
 
 1 1 Vile Wretches dare rehearfe his Name, 
 With Lips of Falfehood and Deceit; 
 
 A Friend or Brother they defame, 
 And footh and flatter thofe they hate. 
 
P S A L M LI. 
 
 12 r l A to do .their Neighbours Wjpong, 
 
 Yet dare to feck their Maker's Face; 
 
 Cake his Covenant on their Tongue, 
 But break his Laws, abufe his Grace. 
 
 13 To Heav'n they lift their Hands unci-. 
 Defil'd with Luft, defil'd with Blood , 
 By Night they practice ev'ry S 
 
 By Day their Mouths draw near to God 
 
 14 And while his Judgments long delay, 
 They grow fecure and fm the more; 
 They think He lleeps as well as they, 
 And put far off ihe dreadful H-^ur. 
 
 15 O dreadful Hour! when God draw r s : 
 And fets their Crimes before their Lye^ ! 
 His Wrath their guilty Souls (hall tc 
 
 And no DehVrer dare to rife. 
 
 P S A L M LI. 
 
 1 CHEW Pity Lord; O Lord, forgive 
 O Let a repenting Rebel live : 
 
 Are not thy Mercies large and free? 
 May not a Sinner trull in Thee? 
 
 2 My Crimes are great, but not furpafs 
 The Pow'r and Glory of thy Grace : 
 Great God, thy Nature Lavh no Bound, 
 So let thy pard ning Love be found. 
 
 3 O warn my Soul from ev'ry Sin, 
 
 An :I make my guilty Confcience clean; 
 Here on my Heart the Burden lies, 
 And paft Offences pain mine Eyes. 
 D 3 
 
7* PSALM LI. ; 
 
 4 My Lips with Shame my Sins ccnfefs 
 Againir. thy Law, againft thy Grace ; 
 Lord, fhould thy Judgment grow fevere, 
 I am condemn'd, but Thou art clear. 
 
 5 Should fudden Vengeance feize my Breath, 
 I mnft pronounce Thee juft in Death; 
 And if my Soul were fent to Hell, 
 
 Thy righteous Law approves it well. 
 
 6 Yet fave a trembling Sinner, Lord, 
 Whofe H ope, ftill ho v'ring round thy Word, 
 Would light on fome fweet Promife there, 
 Some fure Support againft Defpair. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 LORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin; 
 And born unholy and unclean : 
 Sprung from the Man whofe guilty Fall 
 Corrupts the Race, and taints us All. 
 
 8 [Soon as we draw our Infant-Breath, 
 The Seeds of Sin grow up for Death : 
 Thy Law demands a perfect Heart; 
 But we're defiPd in ev'ry Part.] 
 
 9 Behold I fall before thy Face ; 
 My only Refuge is thy Grace : 
 
 No outward Forms can make me clean; 
 The Leprofy lies deep within. 
 
 10 No bleeding Bird, nor bleeding Beaft, 
 Nor HyfTop-Branch, nor fpnnkling Prieft, 
 Nor running Brook, nor Flood, nor Sea, 
 Can wafti the difmal Stain away. 
 
P S A L M LL 15 
 
 11 Jesus, my God, thy Blood alone 
 Hath Pow'r fufficient to atone: 
 Thy Blood can make me white as Snow; 
 No Jeuij/i Types could cleanfe me fo. 
 
 1 2 While Guilt difturbs and breaks my Peace, 
 Nor Flefh nor Soul hath Reft or Eafe; 
 Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning Voice, 
 And make my broken Bones rejoice, 
 
 P A II T III. 
 
 13 O THOU that hear'ft when Sinners cry, 
 Though all my Crimes before Thee lie, 
 Behold them not with angry Look, 
 
 But blot their Mem'ry from thy Book. 
 
 14 Create my Nature pure within, 
 And form my Soul averfe to Sin : 
 Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, 
 Nor hide thy Prefence from my Heart. 
 
 15 I cannot live without thy Light, 
 Caft out and bani-nVd from thv Sight: 
 Thy holy Joys, my God, reft ore, 
 And guard me that I fall no more. 
 
 16 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, 
 His Help and Comfort ftill afford: 
 
 And let a Wretch come near thy Throne, 
 To plead the Merits of thy Son. 
 
 17 Then will I teach the World thy Ways; 
 Sinners fhall learn thy fov'reign Grace; 
 I'll lead them to my Saviour's Blood, 
 Ar«d they ihall praife a pard'ning God, 
 
 D 4 
 
P S A L M LII. 
 
 18 O may thy Love infpire my Tongue! 
 Salvation ihall be all "my Song; 
 And all ray Pow'rs fliall join to blefs 
 The Lord my Strength and Righteoufnefs, 
 
 P S A L M LII. 
 
 lTX 7HY,Tyrant,boaftsthyHeartthePow ? r 
 V V To work a Brother's Woe ? 
 While God his Mercy bids each Hour 
 In Streams unmeafur'd flow. 
 
 2 With joy thy Tongue, to Falfehood prone, 
 
 Its Venom deals around ; 
 " Nor Razor, ftiarpen'd on the Stone, 
 Inflidts fo deep a Wound. 
 
 3 But foon the Juft, with Awe poffefs'd, 
 
 Shall view thy blafted Pride ; 
 And, from their fierceft Foe released, 
 Thy impious Boafts deride. 
 
 4 " Lo ! there the Wretch in Trelpafs bold, 
 
 V Who God's Support difdain'd, 
 u And on his Heaps of treafur'd Gold 
 " His frantic Hope fuftain'd." 
 
 5 IPrefli as the verdant Olive, I 
 
 Within thy Court (hall ftandj 
 And hVd, indulgent Lord, rely 
 On thy protecting Hand. 
 
 6 Thy Acts my Praife (hall ever claim, 
 
 Thy Name, amidft my Woes, 
 (How grateful to thy Saints that Name !') 
 My ev'ry Fear compoie. 
 
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 PSALM LIIL 
 
 1 T?OOLS in their Hearts profanely fay 
 JL " That all Religion's vain; 
 
 " There is no God that reigns on high, 
 " Or minds th' Affairs of Men." 
 
 2 From Thoughts fo dreadful and profane 
 
 Corrupt Difcourfe 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 Juftice know. 
 
 4 By Nature all are gone aftray ; 
 
 Their Practice all the fame : 
 There's none that fears his Maker's Han< 
 There's none that loves his Name. 
 
 5 Such Seeds of Sin (that bitter Root) 
 
 In ev'ry Heart are found ; 
 Nor can they bear diviner Fruit, 
 Till Grace refine the Ground. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 6 ARE all the Foes of Sion Fools, 
 
 Who thus devour her Saints? 
 Do they not know her S wiour rules, 
 And pities her Complaints ? 
 
 1 They {hall be feiz'd with fa 1 Surprlfe ; 
 For God's avenging Arm 
 Scatters the Bones of them, that rife 
 To do his Children Harm. 
 D 5 
 
78 PSALM LV. 
 
 8 In vain the Sons of Satan boaft , 
 
 Of Armies in Array ; 
 When God has firfi defpis'd their Hoft, 
 They fall an eafy Prey. 
 
 9 O for -a Word from Sio?i*s King, 
 
 Her Captives to reflore ! 
 Jacob with all his Tribes mail ling, 
 And Judah mourn no more. 
 
 PS.AL M LIV. 
 
 1 r i A HY Name my fteadfaft Heart avows ;. 
 
 X Do Thou my injur'd Caufe efpoufe, 
 And be thy Strength my Aid: 
 My Plaints, Almighty Saviour, hear, 
 And let them bv thy pitying Ear 
 With full Regard be weigh'd. 
 
 2 Oppreffors from thy Fear eftrang'd, 
 With Tyrants fierce, againft me rang'd, 
 
 My guiltlefs Soul purfue: 
 But 'rsidft my Helpers Heav'n's high Lori> 
 Shall ftand, and faithful to his Word, 
 
 Each adverfe Power fubdue. 
 
 3 O let my Heart (their Rage repelFd) 
 Itfelf a willing OfFring yield; 
 
 To Thee its Praife mall flow, 
 While to my Thought thy Mercies rife, 
 That gave me, with admiring Eyes, 
 
 To fee my proflrate Foe. 
 
 PSALM LV. 
 
 I f\ GOD, my Refuge, hear my Cries, 
 V^/ Behold my flowing Tears, 
 For Earth and Hell my Hurt devife. 
 And triumph in my Fears, 
 
PSALM LV. 79 
 
 2 Their Rage is levell'd at my Life, 
 
 My Soul with Guilt they load, 
 And rill my Thoughts with inward Strife, 
 To make my Hope in God. 
 
 3 With inward Pain my Heart-ftrings found, 
 
 I groan with ev'ry Breath, 
 
 Horror and Fear beiet me round, 
 
 Among the Shades of Death. 
 
 4 O that T, like the gentle Dove, 
 
 Couid ftretch my light-plum'd Wings-* 
 I'd fly, and make a long Remove 
 From all thefe reftlefs Things. 
 
 5 Let me to fome wild Diefert go, 
 
 And find a peaceful Home, 
 Where Storms of Malice never blow, 
 Temptations never come. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 6 BY Morning-Light I'll feek his Face, 
 
 At Noon repeat my Cry, 
 The Night ihall hear me afk his Grace, 
 Nor will He long deny. 
 
 7 God mall preferve my Soul from Fear, 
 
 Or fliield me when afraid ; 
 Ten thoufand Angels muft appear, 
 If He command their Aid. 
 
 8 I cail my Burdens on the Lord, 
 
 The Lord fuftains them all; 
 My Courage refts upon his Word, 
 That Saints fhall never falL 
 D 6 
 
80 PSALM LVI. 
 
 9 My higheft Hopes fhall not be vain, 
 My Lips {hall fpread his Praife ; 
 While cruel and deceitful Men 
 Scarce live out half their Days. 
 
 P S A L M LVI. 
 
 1 /~\ THOU whofe Jnftice reigns on high, 
 \^y And makes th' Oppreffor ceafe, 
 Behold how envious Sinners try 
 
 To vex and break my Peace. 
 
 2 The Sons of Violence and Lies 
 
 Join to devour me, Lord ; 
 
 But as my hourly Dangers rife,- 
 
 My Refuge is' thy Word. 
 
 3 In God moft Holy, Juft, and True, 
 
 I have*repos'd my Truft; 
 Nor will I fear what Flefh can do, 
 The Offspring of the Duft. 
 
 4 They weft my Words to Mifchief {till, 
 
 Charge me with unknown Faults; 
 Mifchief doth all their Counfels fill, 
 And Malice all their Thoughts. 
 
 5 Shall they efcape without thy Frown? 
 
 Muft their Devices {land? 
 O cafr the haughty Sinner down, 
 And let him know thy Hand. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 6 GOD ' counts the Sorrows of his Saints, 
 
 Their Groans affe£t his Ears ; — 
 Thou haft a Book for my Complaints, . 
 A Bottle for my Tears. 
 
P S A L M LVIL 81 
 
 7 When to thy Throne I raife my Cry, 
 
 The Wicked fear and flee; 
 So fwift is Pray'r to reach the Sky, 
 So near is God to me. 
 
 8 In Thee, mod Holy, Juft, and True, 
 
 I have repos'd my Truft; 
 
 Nor will I tear what Man can do, 
 
 The Offspring of tl 
 
 9 Thv folemn Vows are ( ?.d, 
 
 Thou malt receive my Praife; 
 HI fiTHr, " How faithful is thy Word ! 
 " How righteous all thy Ways!*' 
 
 10 Thou haft fecur'd my Soul from Death; 
 fet thv Pris'ner fre 
 That Heart and Hand, and Lift and Breath, 
 May he employ'd for Thee. 
 
 P S A L M LVIL 
 i TV /TY God, in whom are all the Springs 
 A.VJL Of botmdlefs Love and Grace un- 
 known , 
 Hide me beneath thy fpreading Wings, 
 Till the dark Cloud is overblown. 
 
 2 Up to the Heav'ns I fend my Cry, 
 The -Lord will my Deiires perform; 
 He fends his Angel from the Sky, 
 
 And faves me from the threat'ning Storm. 
 
 3 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. 
 
82 PSALM LVIII. 
 
 4 My Heart is fix'd ; my Song mall raife 
 Immortal Honours to "thy Name; 
 Awake, my Tongue, to found his Praiie ! 
 My Tongue, the Glory of my Frame ! 
 
 5 High o'er the Earth his Mercy reigns, 
 And reaches to the utmoft Sky ; 
 
 His Truth to endlefs Years remains, 
 When lower Worlds diffolve and die. 
 
 6 Be Thou exalted, O my God, 
 
 Above the Heav'ns where Angels dwell ! 
 Thy Pow'r on Earth be known abroad, 
 And Land to Land thy Wonders tell. 
 
 PSALM LVIII. 
 
 1 JUDGES, who rule the World by Laws, 
 J Will ye defpife the righteous Caufe, 
 
 When th' injur 1 ' d Poor before you (lands? 
 Dare ye condemn the righteous Poor, 
 And let rich Sinners 'fcape fecure, [Hands? 
 
 While Gold and Greatnefs' bribe your 
 
 2 Have ye -forgot, or never knew, 
 That God will judge the Judges too ? 
 
 High in the Heav'ns his Juftice reigns ; 
 Yet you invade the Rights of God, 
 And fend your bold Decrees abroad, 
 
 To bind the Confcience in your Chains. 
 
 3 Th' Almighty* thunders from the Sky ! 
 Their Grandeur melts, their Titles die, 
 
 As Hills of Snow diffolve and run.; 
 
P S A L M LIX. 8S- 
 
 Or Snails that perifh in their Slime, 
 Or Births that come before their Time; 
 Vain Births that never foe the Sun. 
 
 4 Thus fhall the Vengeance of die Lord 
 Safety and Joy to Saints afford ; 
 
 And All that hear ihall join and fay, 
 " Sure there's a God that rules on high, 
 " A God that hears his Children cry, 
 
 " And will their Sufferings well repay. "" 
 
 P S A L M LIX. 
 
 1 O AVE me, O Lop.d.^ my gracious God, 
 O From my determined Toes; 
 
 In my Defence oppofe thy Pow'r 
 To theirs who ine oppofe. 
 
 2 On Thee I wait, 'tis on thy Strength 
 
 For Succour I depend: 
 Tis Thou, O God, art my Defence, 
 Who only canft defend. 
 
 3 Thy Mercy, Lord, which has fo oft 
 
 From Danger fee me free, 
 Shall crown my Yv hhes, and fubdue 
 My haughty Foes to me, 
 
 4 Early will I thy Mercy fing, 
 
 Thy wondrous Power confefs ; 
 For Thou 'haft been my fure Defence, 
 My Refuge in Diftrefs. 
 
 5 To Thee with never-ceafing Praife, 
 
 O God, my Strength, Filling: 
 Thou art my God, the Rock from whence 
 My Health and Safety ipring* 
 
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 PSALM LX. 
 
 i TJ EPULS'D, difpers'd, chaftis'd by Thee 
 
 XV O grant us, Lord, thy Face to fee; 
 
 And let the People, once thy Care, 
 
 Again thy fav'ring Prefence ihare. 
 
 1 How trembles this divided Land 
 Beneath the 1 errors of thy Hand ! 
 O Thou, the God whom we adore, 
 Its Breaches heal, its Peace reftore. 
 
 I Thy ju'ft Decrees to IfraePs Eyes 
 Have bid a Scene of Sorrow rife ; 
 And to his pallid Lips the Wine 
 Of dire Aftonifliment confign. 
 
 < Yet fee, thine Hands a Standard rear; 
 Beneath, it Each, who owns thy Fear, 
 (Engag'd in Truth's neglefted Caufe) 
 His Sword, fecure of Conqueft, draws. 
 
 Such, Objects of thy tend'reft Love, 
 Defend, propitious, from above ; 
 Let Me with them thy Mercy mare, 
 And hear, O hear ray ceafelefs Pray'r ! 
 
 P S A L M LXI. Metre i. 
 
 WFIEN overwhelm'd with Grief, 
 My Heart within me dies ; 
 Helplefs and far from all Relief, 
 To Heav'n I lift mine Eyes, 
 
 O lead me to the Rock 
 That's high above my Head; 
 And make the Covert of thy Wings 
 My Shelter and my Shade. 
 
PSAL M LXI. 85 
 
 3 Within thy Prefence, Lord, 
 For ever I'll abide; 
 
 Thou art the Tow'r of my Defence, 
 The Refuge where I hide. 
 
 4 Thou giveft me the Lot 
 Of thofe that fear thy Na- 
 if endlefs Life be their Reward, 
 
 I fhall poiTefs the fame. 
 
 PSAL M LXI. Metre ii. 
 
 1 /^PPRESS'D with Grief, in Exile loft, 
 V^/ To Thee, from I/raets utmoftCoaft, 
 My Voice, eternal God, I fend; 
 
 O hear my Plaint; my Pray'r attend. 
 
 2 High on the Roqk my Fortrefs rear, 
 There let me ftand unmov'd, and hear 
 The Storms (that now around me beat] 
 At Diftance roll beneath my Feet. 
 
 3 Thee, Lord, I feek, whene'er my Foes 
 With dire Intent my Path indole; 
 
 And own Thee, in the dang'rous Hour, 
 My ftedfaft Hope, my ftrcngeil Tow'r. 
 
 4 Remote from Fear, within thy Shrine, 
 Thou Lord, my Dwelling flialt afTign; 
 Thy Wings mall wrap me in their Shade; 
 Thou, Thou haft heard me when I pray'd. 
 
 o Thus fhall thy Love awake mv Son?, 
 lay Name the willing Note prolong, 
 While warm'd with Zeal, my Vows I pay, 
 And blefs Thee to my kteft Day. 
 
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 PSALM LXII. 
 
 1 Ti JTY Spirit looks to God alone ; 
 JLVX My Rock and Refuge is his Throne : 
 In all my Fears, in all my Straits, 
 
 My Soul for his Salvation waits. 
 
 2 Truft Him, ye Saints, in all your Ways* 
 Pour out your Hearts before his Face: 
 When Helpers fail, and Foes invade, 
 God is our all-fufficient Aid. 
 
 3 Falfe are the Men of high Degree,. 
 The bafer Sort are Vanity ; . 
 
 Laid in the Balance^ both appear. 
 Light as a Bubble in the Air. 
 
 4 Make not increafing Gold your Truft, 
 Nor fet your Hearts on glitt'ring Dull ; 
 Why will you grafp the fleeting Smoke, 
 And not believe what God hath fpoke? 
 
 5 Once hath his awful Voice declar'd, 
 Once and again my Ears have heard ; 
 " All Pow'r is his eternal Due; 
 
 " He muft 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 Jtiftice, mighty Lord, 
 Shall well divide our laft Reward. 
 
 PSALM LXIII. Metre L 
 1 Ay/TY God, permit my Tongue 
 jlVjL This Joy, to call Thee mine; 
 And let my early Cries prevail 
 To tafte thy Love divine. 
 
PSALM LXIII. B1 
 
 My thirfty, fainting Soul 
 Thy Mercy doth implore ; 
 Not Travellers, in Defert-Lands, 
 Can pant tor Water more. 
 
 Within thy Churches, Lord, 
 I long to find a Place ; 
 Thy Pow'r and Glory to behold, 
 And feel thy quick'ning Grace. 
 
 For Life, without thy Love, 
 No Rclifh can afford; 
 No Joy can be compar'd with this, 
 To ferve and pleafe the Lord. 
 
 To thee I'll lift my Hands, 
 And praife Thee while I live ; 
 Not the rich Dainties of a Feaft 
 Such Food or Pieafure give. 
 
 In wakeful Hours of Night, 
 I call my God to mind; 
 I think how wife thy Counfels are, 
 And all thy Dealings kind. 
 
 Since Thou haft been my Help, 
 To Thee my Spirit fifes, 
 And on thy watchful Providence 
 
 My cheerful Hope relies. 
 
 The Shadow of thy Wings 
 My Soul in Safety keeps: 
 I follow where my Father leads, 
 And he fuppoits my Steps. 
 
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 P S A L M LXIIL Metre iu 
 I T7ARLY, my God, without Delay, 
 JQj I hafte to feek thy Face : 
 My thirfty Spirit faints away, 
 Without thy cheering Grace. 
 
 % So Pilgrims on the fcorching Sand r 
 Beneath a burning Sky, 
 Long for a cooling Stream at hand, 
 And they muft drink or die. 
 
 3 I've feen thy Glory, and thy Pow'r, 
 
 Through all thy Temples fliine ; 
 My God, repeat that heav'nly Hour, 
 That Vifion fo divine ! 
 
 4 Not all the Bleffings of a Feaft 
 
 Can pleafe my Soul fo well, 
 As when thy richer Grace I tafle, 
 And in thy Prefence dwell. 
 
 5 Not Life itfelf, with all her Joys, 
 
 Can my bell: Paffions move, 
 Or raife fo high my cheerful Voice, 
 As thy forgiving Love. 
 
 6 Thus, till my lair, expiring Day, 
 
 I'll blefs my God and King ; 
 .Thus will I lift my Hands to pray, 
 And tune my Lips to fmg. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 'Twas in the Watches of the Night, 
 
 I thought upon thy Pow'r: 
 I kept thy Faithfuineis in Sight 
 Amidft the darkeft Hour. 
 
P S A L M LXIII. 89 
 
 8 My Flcfli Lay refting on my Bed, 
 
 My Soul arofe on high; 
 " My God, mv Life, my Hope," I fa id, 
 " Bring thy Salvation nigh." 
 
 9 My Spirit labours up thine Hill, 
 
 And climbs the heav nly Road; 
 But thy Righr-Hand upholds me (till, 
 While I purfuc my God. 
 
 .10 Thy R :s o'er mv Head 
 
 The Shadow of thy Wings; 
 My Heart rejoices in thine Aid, 
 My Tongue awakes and fmgs. 
 
 P S A L M LXIII. Metre iii. 
 
 1 -/~^ REAT God, indulge my humble Claim, 
 VJT Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Reft; 
 The Glories that compote thy Name, 
 Stand all engaged to make me bleft. 
 
 2 Thou Great and Good, thou Juil and Wile,- 
 Thou art my Father and my God; 
 
 And I am Thine by facred Ties : 
 
 Thy Son, thy Servant, bought with Blood. 
 
 3 With Heart and Eyes and lifted Hands, 
 For Thee I long, to Thee I look; 
 As Travellers, in thirfty Lands, 
 
 Pant for the cooling Water-Brook. 
 
 4 With early Feet I love t' appear 
 Among thy Saints, and feek thy Face; 
 Oft have I feen thy Glory there, 
 And felt the Pow'r of fov'reign Grace, 
 
30 PS A L M LXII1. 
 
 5 Nor Fruits nor Wines that tempt ourTafle, 
 Nor all the Joys our Senfes know, 
 
 Could make me fo divinely bleft, 
 Or raife my cheerful Paflions fo. 
 
 6 My Life itfelf, without thy Love, 
 No Taite of Pleaiure could afford ; 
 'Twould hat a tirefome Burden prove, 
 If I were banifh'd from the Lord. 
 
 7 Amidfl the wakeful Hours of Night, 
 When bufy Cares afflict my Head, 
 
 One Thought of Thee gives new Delight, 
 And adds Refreihment to my Bed. 
 
 8 Til lift my Hands, I'll raife my Voice, 
 While I have Breath to pray or praife : 
 This Work mall make my Heart rejoice, 
 And fpend the Remnant of my Days. 
 
 P S A L M LXIII. Metre iv. 
 
 1 r THHOU art my God, to Thee my Eyes 
 
 X I lift ere yet the Dawn arife ; 
 With facred Thirft, O Lord, I burn; 
 Ny Heart, my Flefh, thine Abfence mourn. 
 As o'er th J inhofpitable Way 
 Amidft a barren Wafte I ftray. 
 
 2 Yet here, by heav'nly Wifdom led, 
 Expectant wait, till o'er my Head 
 Thy Beams in mild Effulgence play, 
 And turn my Darknefs into Day: 
 Thofe Beams which oft my Eyes beheld 
 Within thy Temple, Lord, reveal'd. 
 
P % S A L M LXIV. 91 
 
 *8 Thy Love my Lips (hall ever tell, 
 (Can Life itfelf that Love excel?) 
 Nor ceafe, while Breath prolongs my Days, 
 In thankful Xotes the Hymn to raife: 
 To Thee thy Servant, Lord, as now, 
 His Hands mail rear, his Knees mall bow. 
 
 4 Safe in the Shadow of thy Wings, 
 In Thee I joy, O Kixg of Kings ! 
 When Dangers threaten to devour, 
 (Superior to each adverfe Pow'r) 
 Thine Arm extends the Help divine, 
 And long Experience calls it Mine. 
 
 P S A L M LXIV. 
 
 1 r T^HY Suppliant's Voice propitious hear; 
 
 JL My Life, bleft Lord, from hoftile Fear 
 Secure, — while Men my Soul purfue, 
 And hide, O hide me from their View, 
 
 2 Behold the flaughter-breathing Throng 
 Whet, as a Sword, their baleful Tongue, 
 And Words, as Arrows keen, prepare, 
 That wing'd with Death, flv through the Air, 
 
 3 Ah! Wretches, whither will ye fly? 
 Behold the Arrow from on high 
 Defcend, — that bears upon its Wing 
 The Wrath of Heav'n's offended King ! 
 
 4 Each Heart mall own with rev'rentThought, 
 That Thou the Work, great God, haft 
 
 wrought, 
 While, refcu'd from their Rage, the Juft, 
 Exulting, fix on Thee their Truft. 
 
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 P S A L M LXV. 
 
 1 HTHE Praife of Slon waits for Thee, 
 
 A My God; and Praife becomes thyHoufe: 
 There fliall thy Saints thy Glory fee, 
 And there perform their public Vows. 
 
 2 O Thou, whofe Mercy bends the Skies 
 To fave, when humble Sinners pray; 
 All Lands to Thee mall lift their Eyes, 
 And Iflands of the Northern Sea. 
 
 3 .Againft my Will my Sins prevail, 
 
 But Grace mall purge away their Stain; 
 The Blood of Christ will never fail 
 To wafh my Garments white again. 
 
 4 Bleft is the Man whom Thou malt choofe, 
 And give him kind Accefs to Thee ; 
 Grant him a Place within thy Houfe, 
 
 To tafte thy Love divinely free. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 5 O THOU, the Hope of human Race, 
 
 Of All whom Earth's wide Arms embrace, 
 Of All, who, toft by Tempefts, fweep 
 The Surface of the pathlefs Deep. 
 
 6 In Thee they truft, who know'ft to rein 
 The Infults of the foaming Main, 
 Check the brute Waves that roar aloud, 
 And ftill the Madnefs of the Crowd. 
 
 7 Remoteft Realms, with dire Difmay, 
 Thy Wonders, mightieft Lord, furvey; 
 And, as they walk th' ethereal Round, 
 The Mom and Eve thy Praife refounci 
 
PSALM LXVL 93 
 
 8 Bv imexhaufted Springs fupply'd, 
 Thy River pours its copious Tide, 
 And bids the ftrength-infiifing Grain 
 Earth's countleis Family fuftaia. 
 
 9 The Clouds, in frequent Show'rs diftill'd, 
 Drop Fatnefs on the pregnant Field ; 
 Break the tough Glebe, the Furrows cheer, 
 And crown with Good the gliding Year. 
 
 10 The Hills around exulting ftand, 
 And own the Bounty of thy Hand : 
 Nurs'd by thy Care, the fleecy Train 
 Inverts with white the rural Plain. 
 
 11 While, as beneath the fav'ring Skies, 
 In crowded Ranks the Harvefts rife, 
 The laughing Vale affumes a Tongue, 
 And burfls triumphant into Song. 
 
 P S A L M LXVL 
 
 1 QlNG, all ye Nations, to the Lord, 
 O Sing with a joyful Noife ; 
 
 With Melody of Sound record 
 His Honours and your Joys. 
 
 2 Say to the Pow'r that fhake^ the Sky, 
 
 11 How terrible art Thou ! 
 u Sinners before thy Prefence fly, 
 " Or at thy Feet they bow." 
 
 3 He rules by his refiftlefs Might ; 
 
 Will rebel Mortals dare 
 Provoke th' Eternal to the fight, 
 And tempt that dreadful War ? 
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94 PSALM LXVL 
 
 4 O blefs our God, and never ceafe; 
 
 Ye Saints, fulfil his Praife ; 
 He keeps our Life, maintains our Peace, 
 And guides our doubtful Ways. 
 
 5 Lord, Thou haft prov'd our fufPring Souls, 
 
 To make our Graces mine ; 
 So Silver bears the burning Coals, 
 The Metal to refine. 
 
 6 Through wat'ry Deeps and fiery Ways 
 
 We march at thy Command, 
 Led to poflefs the promis'd Place 
 By thine unerring Hand. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 NOW fha.ll my folemn Vows be paid 
 
 To that Almighty Pow'r, 
 Who heard the long Requefts I made, 
 In my diftrefsful Hour. 
 
 8 My Lips and cheerful Heart prepare, 
 
 To make his Mercies known ; 
 Come ye that fear my God, and hear 
 The Wonders He hath done. 
 
 9 When on my Head huge Sorrows fell, 
 
 I fought his heav'nly Aid; 
 He fav'd my finking Soul from Hell, 
 And Death's eternal Shade. 
 
 1.0 If Sin lay cover'd in my Heart 
 
 While Pray'r employ'd my Tongue, 
 The Lord had (hewn me no Regard, 
 Nor I his Praifes fung. 
 
PJAL M LXVIL D5 
 
 i 1 But God (his Name be ever bleft) 
 Hath fet my Spirit free, 
 Nor turn'd from Him my poor Requeft, 
 Nor turn'd his Heart from me. 
 
 PSALM LXVII. Metre i. 
 
 TO blefs thy chofen Race, 
 In Mercy, Lord, incline ; 
 And caufe the Brightnefs of thy Face 
 On all thy Saints to fliine. 
 
 That fo thy wond'rous Ways 
 May through the World be known ; 
 While diftant Lands their Tribute pay, 
 And thy Salvation own. 
 
 Let different Nations join 
 To celebrate thy Fame ; 
 Let all the World, O Lord, combine 
 To praife thy glorious Name. 
 
 O let them fhout and fmg, 
 Diflblv'd in holy Mirth; 
 For Thou, the Righteous Judge and King, 
 Shalt govern all the Earth. 
 
 Let diff'ring Nations join 
 To celebrate thy Fame ; 
 Let all the World, O Lord, combine 
 To praife thy glorious Name. 
 
 Then fliall the teeming Ground 
 A large Increafe difclofe ; 
 And we with Plenty fliall be crown'd, 
 Which God, our God, bellows. 
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96 P S A L M LXVIL 
 
 7 Then God upon our Land 
 
 Shall conilant Bleffings fhowV; 
 And all the World in Awe ihall ftand 
 Of his reiiftleis Pow'i\ 
 
 PSALM LXVIL Metre ii. 
 
 1 O HINT, mighty God, on Britain mine 
 O With Beams of heav'nly Grace : 
 Reveal thy Pow'r through all our Coafts, 
 
 And fhew thy fmiling Face. 
 
 2 When mall thy Name from Shore to Shore, 
 
 Sound all the Earth abroad ; 
 And diftant Nations know and love 
 Their Saviour and their God? 
 
 3 Sing to the Lord, ye diftant Lands, 
 
 Sing loud with lolemn Voice ; 
 While all our Tongues exalt his Praife, 
 And all our Hearts rejoice. 
 
 4 He, the great Lord, the fov'reign Judge, 
 
 Who Uts enthron'd above, 
 Wifely commands the Worlds He made, 
 In Juftice and in Love. 
 
 5 Earth mall obey her Maker's Will, 
 
 And yield a full Increafe; 
 Our God will crown his chofen Ifle 
 With Fruitfulnefs and Peace. 
 
 6 God the Redeemer fcatters round 
 
 His choiceft Favours here : 
 While the Creation's utmoft Bound 
 Shall fee, adore, and fear. 
 
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 P S A L M LXVIff. 
 
 1 T ET God arife in all his Might, 
 
 I j And put the Troops of Hell to Flight, 
 As Smoke that fought to cloud the Skies 
 Before the riling Tempeft flies. 
 
 2 He comes array'd in burning Flames; 
 Juftice'and Vengeance are his Nam. 
 Behold his fainting Foes expire, 
 Like melting: Wax before the Fire. 
 
 3 He rides, and thunders through the Sky, 
 His Name Jehovah founds on high : 
 Sing to his Name, ye Sons of Grace; 
 Ye Saints rejoice before his Face. 
 
 4 The Widow and the Fatherlefs 
 Fly to his Aid in fharp Diftrefs : 
 In Flim the Poor and Helplefs find 
 
 A Judge that's juft, a Father kind 
 
 5 He breaks the Captive's heavy Chain, 
 And Pris'ners fee the Light again ; 
 But Rebels that difpute his Will, 
 Shall dwell in Chains of Darknefs dill. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 6 KINGDOMS and Thrones to God belong , 
 Crown Him, ye Nations, in your Song: 
 His wond'rous Names and Pow'rsrehearfe; 
 Fiis Honours ftiall enrich your Yerfe. 
 
 1 He (hakes the Heav'ns with loud Alarms; 
 How terrible is God in Arms! 
 In Ifrael are his Mercies known, 
 Sion is his peculiar 'Throne. 
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vS P S A L M LXVIII. 
 
 8 Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him bleft, 
 He'syour Defence, your Joy, your Rest; 
 When Terrors rife and Nations faint, 
 God is the Strength of ev'ry Saint. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 9 LORD, when thou didft afcend on high, 
 Ten thoufand Angels fill'd the Sky: 
 Thofe heav'nly Guards around Thee wait, 
 Like Chariots that attend thy State. 
 
 10 Not Sinai's Mountain could appear 
 More glorious, when the Lord was there; 
 While He pronounc'd his dreadful Law, 
 And ftruck the chofen Tribes with Awe. 
 
 1 1 How bright the Triumph none can tell, 
 When the rebellious Pow'rs of Hell, 
 That thoufand Souls had Captive made,' 
 Were all in Chains like Captives led. 
 
 12 Rais'd by his Father to the Throne, 
 He fent the promis'd Spirit down, 
 With Gifts and Grace for Rebel Men, 
 That God might dwell on Earth again. 
 
 PART IV. 
 
 13 WE blefs the Lord, the Juft, the Good, 
 Who fills our Hearts with Joy and Food ; 
 Who pours his Bleffings from the Skies, 
 And loads our Days with rich Supplies. 
 
 14 He fends his Sun his Circuit round, 
 
 To cheer the Fruits, to warm the Ground ; 
 He bids the Clouds with plenteous Rain 
 Refrefli the thirfty Earth again. 
 
P S A L M LXIX. 99 
 
 i.5 *Tis to his Care we owe our Breath, 
 And all our near Efcapes from Death : 
 Safety and Health to God belong; 
 He heals the Weak and guards the Strong. 
 
 16 He makes the Saint and Sinner prove 
 The common Bieffings of his Love; 
 But the wide Difference that remains 
 Is endlefs Joy, or endlefs l J ai)is. 
 
 17 The Lord that bruis'd the Serpent's Head, 
 On ail the Serpent's Seed (hall tread ; 
 The ttubborn Sinner's Hope confound, 
 And finite him with a laiting Wound. 
 
 18 But his Right-Hand his Saints mall raife 
 From the deep Earth, or deeper Seas ; 
 And bring them to his Courts above, 
 There mall they tafte his fpecial Love. 
 
 PSALM LXIX. 
 
 1 " O AVE me, O God, the fwelling Floods 
 
 O " Break in upon my Soul: 
 " I fink; and Sorrows o'er my Head 
 " Like mighty Waters roll." 
 
 2 Thus in the great Messiah's Name 
 
 The royal Prophet mourns ; 
 Thus he awakes our Hearts to Grief, 
 And gives us Joy by Turns. 
 
 3 " Now (hall the Saints rejoice, and find 
 
 " Salvation in my Name, 
 u For I have borne their heavy Load 
 " Of Sorrow, Pain, and Shame. 
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100 PSALM LXIX. 
 
 Grief like a Garment cloth'd me round, 
 " And Sackcloth was my Drefs, 
 While I procur'd for naked Souls 
 " A Robe of Righteoufnefs. 
 
 Amongft my Brethren and the Jews 
 " I like a Stranger flood; 
 And bore their vile Reproach, to bring 
 " The Gentiles near to God. 
 
 I came in finful Mortals' Stead 4 
 
 " To do my Father's Will: 
 Yet when I cleans'd my Father's Houfe, 
 " They fcandaliz'd my Zeal. 
 
 My Fafting and my holy Groans 
 " Were made the Drunkard's Song; 
 But God, from his celeitial Throne, 
 " Heard my complaining Tongue. 
 
 'Twas in a mofk accepted Hour 
 " My Pray'r arofe on high, 
 And for my Sake my God fhall hear 
 " The dying Sinner's Cry." 
 
 PART II. 
 
 9 NOW let our Lips, with holy Fear 
 And mournful Pleafure, ling 
 The SufP rings of our great High-Priest, 
 The Sorrows of our King. 
 
 10 He finks in Floods of deep Diftrefs; 
 How high the Waters rife ! 
 While to his heav'nly Father's Ear 
 He fends perpetual Cries. 
 
P S A L M LXIX. 101 
 
 11 " Hear me, O Lord, and favc thy Son, 
 
 " Nor hide thy mining Pace ; 
 " Why mould thy Fav'rite look like one 
 " Forfaken of thy Grace? 
 
 12 " With Rage they perfecute the Man 
 
 " That groans beneath thy Wound, 
 " While, for a Sacrifice, I pour 
 " My Life upon the Ground. 
 
 IS " All my Reproach is known to Thee, 
 11 The Scandal and the Shame; 
 " Reproach hath broke my bleeding Heart, 
 4C And Lies defil'd my Name. 
 
 14 M With Vinegar they mock my Third ; 
 
 " They give me Gall for Food ; 
 " And fporting with my dying Groans, 
 " They triumph in my Blood. 
 
 15 " Shine into mv diftreffed Soul, 
 
 " Let thy Companions fave ; 
 " And though my Flelli link down to Death, 
 " Redeem it from the Grave. 
 
 16 "I fhall arife to praife thy Name, 
 
 44 Shall reign in Worlds unknown, 
 44 And thy Salvation, O mv God, 
 44 Shall feat me on thy Throne." 
 
 PART III. 
 
 17 FATHER, I iing thy wond'rous Grace, 
 
 I blefs my Saviour's Name; 
 He bought Salvation for the Poor, 
 And bore the Sinners' Shame. 
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102 PSAL M LXX. 
 
 18 His deep Diftrefs hath rais'd us high, 
 
 His Duty and his Zeal 
 Fulfiird the Law which Mortals broke, 
 And finifh'd all thy Will. 
 
 1 9 His dying Groans, his living Songs, 
 
 Shall better pleafe my God, 
 Than Harp or Trumpet's folemn Sound, 
 Than Goat's or Bullocks Blood. 
 
 20 This fhall his humble followers fee, 
 
 And fet their Hearts at reft ; 
 They by his Death draw near to Thee, 
 And live for ever bleft. 
 
 21 Let Heav'n, and all that dwell on high, 
 
 To God their Voices raife, 
 While Lands and Seas affift the Sky, 
 And join t' advance thy Praife. 
 
 22 Zion is thine, moil holy God ; 
 
 Thy Son fhall'blefs her Gates; 
 And Glory purchas'd by his Blood, 
 For thy own IJrael waits. 
 
 PSALM LXX. 
 
 1 T TASTE to my Aid, my Saviour, hafte ; 
 X JL My Soul by hoflile Numbers chas'd, 
 
 To Thee directs its Pray'r: 
 In wild Confufion backward borne, 
 Their Wifh defeated let them mourn, 
 
 And loft in empty Air. 
 
 2 Be Shame their juft Reward affign'd, 
 While round me with relentlefs Mind, 
 
 Derifion's Shouts they raife : 
 
PSALM LXXI. 103 
 
 Thy Blifs let All who feek Thee fhare, 
 
 And taught thy Love, that Love declare 
 In Songs cf ceafeiefs Praiie. 
 
 o 
 
 While theie in thy Salvation joy, 
 Increafmg Griefs my Thought employ, 
 
 And fpeedieft Aid demand ; 
 My Helper and Redeemer, hear! 
 O, inftant in my Caufe appear, 
 
 And reach thy faving Hand. 
 
 PSALM LXXI. Metre i. 
 
 1 "\ JTY God, my everlafting Hope, 
 .IV Jl I live upon thy Truth ; 
 
 Thy Hands have held my Childhood up, 
 And fhengthen'd all my Youth. 
 
 2 My Flelh was famion'd by thy Pow'r, 
 
 With all theie Limbs of mine; 
 And from my Mother's painful Hour, 
 I've been intirelv thine. 
 
 3 Still has my Life new Wonders icen 
 
 Repeated ev'ry Year; 
 Behold my Days which yet remain, 
 I truft them to thy Care. 
 
 4 Caft me not off when Strength declines, 
 
 When hoary Hairs arife ! 
 And round me let thy Glory mine, 
 Whene'er thy Servant dies. 
 
 5 Then, in the Hift'ry of my Age, 
 
 When Men review my Days, 
 They'll read thy Love in ev'ry Page, 
 In ev'ry Line thy Praife. 
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104 PSALM LXXL 
 
 PART II. 
 
 6 MY Saviour, my Almighty Friend, 
 When I begin thy Praife, 
 Where will the growing Numbers end, 
 The Numbers of thy Grace? 
 
 7 Thou art myeverlafting Trufi ; 
 
 Thy Goodnefs I adore ; 
 And fince I knew thy Graces firft, 
 I fpeak thy Glories more. 
 
 8 My Feet fhall travel all the Length 
 
 Of the celeftial Road, 
 And march with Courage, in thy Strength, 
 To fee my Father God. 
 
 9 When I am fill'd with fore Diftrefs 
 
 For fome furprifmg Sin, 
 I'll plead thy perfect Righteoufhefs, 
 And mention none but Thine. 
 
 10 How will my Lips rejoice to tell 
 
 The VicYries of my King ! 
 My Soul, redeem'd from Sin and Hell, 
 Shall thy Salvation ling. 
 
 1 1 My Tongue mall all the Day proclaim 
 
 My Saviour and my God ; 
 His Death has brought my Foes to Shame, 
 And drown'd them in his Blood. 
 
 12 Awake, awake, my tuneful Pow'rs ! 
 
 With this delightful Song 
 
 I'll entertain the darkeft Hours, 
 
 Nor think the Seafon long. 
 
P S A L M LXXI. 10c 
 
 PART III. 
 
 13 GOD of my Childhood and my Youth, 
 
 The Guide of all my Days, 
 I have declar'd thy heav'nly Truth, 
 And told thy wond'rous Ways. 
 
 14 Wilt thou forfake my hoary Hairs, 
 
 And leave my fainting Heart? 
 Who fhall fuftain my finking Years, 
 If God, my Strength, depart? 
 
 1 5 Let me thy Pow'r and Truth proclaim 
 
 To the furviving Age ; 
 And leave a Savour of thy Name, 
 When I fhall quit the Stage. 
 
 1 6 The Land of Silence and of Death 
 
 Attends my next Remove; 
 O may thefe poor Remains of Breath 
 Teach the wide World thy Love ! 
 
 PART IV. 
 
 17 THY Righteoufnefs is deep and high, 
 
 L T nfearchable thy Deeds ; 
 Thy Glory fpreads beyond the Sky, 
 And all my Praife exceeds. 
 
 1 8 Oft have I heard thy 7'hreat'nings roar, 
 
 And oft endur'd the Grief; 
 But when thy Hand has prefs'd me fore, 
 Thy Grace was my Relief. 
 
 1 9 By long Experience have I known 
 
 Thy fov' reign Pow'r to fave; 
 At thy Command I venture down 
 Securely to the Grave* 
 
106 P S A L M LXXL 
 
 20 When I lie buried deep in Duft, 
 My Flefli fhall be thy Care ; 
 Thefe with'ring Limbs with Thee I truft, 
 To raife them ftrong and fair. 
 
 PSALM LXXL Metre ii. 
 
 1 HPHY Servant, God of Gods, fupreme, 
 
 A O hear, and haft-en to redeem : 
 Be Thou my Rock, and fafe Refort ; 
 My Rock Thou art, my ft'rongeft Fort. 
 
 2 On Thee my Hopes fupported ftand; 
 My Life from earlieft Youth thy Hand 
 (That Life which firft from Thee began) 
 Preferv'd, and led me up to Man. 
 
 3 When lodg'd within the Womb I lay, 
 Thy Care produc'd me to the Day ; 
 
 And, vhile that Care my Years prolongs, 
 Thy Name fhall animate my Songs. 
 
 4 Though Crowds, with filent Gaze, in me 
 A Spectacle of Wonder fee ; 
 
 Amidlt my Grief, amidft my Pain, 
 Thy Love fhall ftill my Faith fuftain. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 5 O LET me not, Almighty Friend, 
 When with a weight of Age I bend, 
 And weary'd Nature's Succours fail, 
 The abfence of thine Aid bewail. 
 
 6 Strong in thy Might I take my Way, 
 Thy Righteoufnefs my only Stay, 
 
 And through the Day, my God, my King, 
 Thy Juftice, thy Salvation, nng. 
 
P S A L M LXXI1. 107 
 
 7 How haft Thou bid my Soul to know 
 A long Viciffitude of Woe ; 
 
 Yet, back return'd, with quick'ning Ray 
 Haft chas'd each Cloud of Grief away ! 
 
 8 My willing Lips with Praife mall flow; 
 My refcu'd Soul with Tranfport glow; 
 And pleas'd from Morn to Eve record 
 Thy Righteoufnefs, indulgent Lord. 
 
 PSALM LXX1L Metre i. 
 
 1 T>LESTPRiNCEofRighteoufnefsandPeace, 
 JO The Hope of all Mankind! 
 
 The Poor, in thy unblemifli'd Reign, 
 
 Shall free Protection find. 
 Secure of juft Redrefs, to Thee 
 
 Th' Opprefs'd his Cauie mall bring ; 
 While with the Fruits of facred Peace 
 
 The joyful Fields mall ipring. 
 
 2 Through endlefs Years thy glorious Name 
 
 The Righteous {hall adore, 
 When Sun and Moon have run their Courfe, 
 
 And meal ure Time no more. 
 Thou malt defcend like fofteft Drops 
 
 Of kind celeftial Dews ; 
 Or as a ShowV, whofe gentle Fall 
 
 I'he joyful Spring renews. 
 
 3 Thy Glory no Eclipfe mall fee, 
 
 But mine divinely bright; 
 While from his Orb the radiant Sun 
 Darts undiminifh'd Light. 
 
108 PSALM LXXII. 
 
 Converted Nations, bled in Thee, 
 
 Shall magnify thy Grace; 
 Call thee their glorious Ransomer, 
 
 And Hope of all their Race. 
 
 4 With Love and facred Rapture fir'd, 
 
 Thy lofty Name we'll fmg: 
 Thou only wond'rous Things haft done, 
 
 Thou everlafting King ! 
 From all the Corners of the Earth 
 
 Let grateful Praife afcend : 
 Let loud Amens, and joyful Shouts, 
 
 The ftarry Concave rend. 
 
 PSALM LXXII. Metre ii. 
 
 1 /^ REAT God, whofe univerfal Sway 
 VJT The known and unknown Worlds obev, 
 Now give the Kingdom to thy Son ; 
 Extend his Pow'r, exalt his Throne. 
 
 2 Thy Sceptre well becomes his Hands : 
 All Heav'n fubmits to his Commands: 
 His Juftice mall avenge the Poor ; 
 And Pride and Rage prevail no more. 
 
 3 With Pow'r He vindicates the Juft, 
 And treads th' Oppreffbr in the Dull; 
 His Worfhip and his Fear fhall laft 
 
 Till Hours, and Years, and Time be paft.. 
 
 4 As Rain on Meadows newly mown, 
 So ill all he fend his Influence down: 
 His Grace on fainting Souls diftils, 
 Like heav'nly Dew on thirfty Hills. 
 
PSALM LXXII. 109 
 
 5 The Heathen Lands, that lie beneath 
 The Shades of over-fpreading Death, 
 Revive at his firft dawning Light, 
 And Deferts bloflbm at the Sight. 
 
 6 The Saints (hall flourifh in his Days, 
 Dreft in the Robes of Joy and Praife : 
 Peace, like a River, from his Throne, 
 Shall flow to Nations yet unknown. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 JESUS fliaJ] reign where'er the Sun 
 Does his fucceffive Journies run: 
 
 His Kingdom ftretch from Shore to Shore, 
 Till Moons ihall wax and wane no more. 
 
 8 To Him fhall endlefs Pray'r be made, 
 And Princes throng to crown his Head; 
 His Name, like fweet Perfume, fliall rife 
 With ev'ry Morning-Sacrifice. 
 
 9 People and Realms of ev'ry Tongue 
 Dweil on his Love with fweeteif Song; 
 And Infant-Voices fhall proclaim 
 Their early Bleffings on his Name. 
 
 10 Bleffings abound where'er He reigns; 
 The Pris'ner leaps to loofe his Chains ; 
 The Weary find eternal Reft, 
 
 And all the Sons of Want are bleft. 
 
 1 1 Where he difplays his healing Pow'r 
 Death and the Curfe are known no more; 
 In Him the Tribes of Adam boaft 
 
 More Bleffings than their Father loft. 
 
110 PSALM LXXIII. 
 
 12 Let ev'ry Creature rife, and bring 
 Peculiar Honours to our King ; 
 Angels defcend with Songs again, 
 And Earth repeat the loud Amen. 
 
 PSALM LXXIII. Metre I 
 
 'N 
 
 OW I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind 
 To Men of Heart fmcere : 
 Though once my foolifh Thoughts repin'd, 
 And border'd on defpair. 
 
 2 I grieve to fee the Wicked thrive, 
 
 And fpoke with angry Breath, 
 " How pleafant and profane they live! 
 " How peaceful is their Death !" 
 
 3 Yet while my Tongue indulg'd Complaints, 
 
 I felt my Heart reprove ; 
 " Sure I fhall thus offend thy Saints, 
 " And grieve the Men I love." 
 
 4 But frill I found my Doubts too hard, 
 
 The Conflict: too fevere, 
 Till I retir'd to fearch thy Word, 
 And learn thy Secrets there. 
 
 5 There, as in fome prophetic Glafs, 
 
 I law the Sinner's Feet 
 High mounted on a flipp'ry Place, 
 Befide a fiery Pit. 
 
 6 I heard the Wretch profanely boaft, 
 
 Till at thy Frown he fell ; 
 His Honours in a Dream were loft, 
 And he awakes in Hell. 
 
P S A L M LXXttl. Ill 
 
 7 Lord, what an envious Fool I was ! 
 
 How like a thoughtlefs Beaft ! 
 Thus to fufpeft thy promis'd Grace, 
 And think the Wicked bleft. 
 
 8 Yet was I kept from full Defpair, 
 
 Upheld by Pow'r unknown : 
 That bleffed Hand that broke the Snare, 
 Shall guide me to thy Throne. 
 
 PART IL 
 
 9 GOD, my Supporter and my Hope, 
 
 My Help for ever near, 
 Thine Arm of Mercy held me up, 
 When finking in Defpair. 
 
 10 Thy Counfels, Lord, (hall guide my Feet 
 
 Through this dark Wildernefs; 
 Thine Hand conduct me near thy Seat, 
 To dwell before thy Face. 
 
 11 Were I in Heaven without my God, 
 
 'Twould be no Joy to me ; 
 And while this Earth is my Abode, 
 I long for none but Thee. 
 
 12 What if the Springs of Life were broke, 
 
 And Flefh and Heart fhould faint! 
 God is my Soul's eternal Rock, 
 The Strength of ev'ry Saint. 
 
 13 Behold, the Sinners that remove 
 
 Far from thy Prefence die ; 
 Not all the Idol-Gods they love 
 Can fa\ e them when they cry. 
 
112 PSALM LXXIV. 
 
 14 But to draw near to Thee, my God, 
 Shall be my fweet Employ ; 
 My Tongue mall found thy Works abroad 
 And tell the World my Joy. 
 
 PSALM LXXIII. Metre ii. 
 
 1 T ORD, what a thou ghtlefs Wretch was I, 
 JLi To mourn and murmur, and repine 
 To fee the Wicked piac'd on high, 
 
 In Pride and Robes of Honour mine ! 
 
 2 Rut, O their End! their dreadful End! 
 Thy Sanctuary taught me fo : 
 
 On flippery Rocks I fee them ftand, 
 And fiery Billows roll below. 
 
 3 Now let them boaft how tall they rife, 
 Til never envy them again ; 
 
 There they may ftand with haughty Eyes, 
 Till they plunge deep in endlefs Pain. 
 
 4 Their fancy'd Joys how faft they flee ! 
 J ufl- like a Dream when Man awakes; 
 
 . Their Songs of fofteft Harmony 
 Are but a Preface to their Plagues. 
 
 5 Now I efteem their Mirth and Wine 
 Too clear to purchafe with my Blood ; 
 Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art Mine, 
 My Life, my Portion, and my God. 
 
 PSALM LXXIV. 
 1 /~\ THOU, whofe Hand has Ifrael led, 
 \_J His Fold enlarg'd, his Pafture fpread, 
 Call to thy Thought the facred Band, 
 Once own'd the Purchafe of thine Hand. 
 
P S A L M LXXIV. 113 
 
 2 The Heritage by Thee redeem'd; 
 
 Fair Sion's Mount, where copious Aream'd 
 Th' eternal Light, — and fpoke her Shrine 
 The Seat of Majesty divine. 
 
 3 Thee from of old my King I fee, 
 
 Nor knows my Heart a Friend but Thee: 
 Thine Arm alone, in Jacob's Right, 
 Hath turn'd each adverfe Pow'r to Flight. 
 
 4 At thy Command, the wat'ry Deeps 
 Afunder flood in liquid Heaps: 
 
 Thy Mandate Jordan's Channel dryM, 
 And backward rolPd its wond'ring Tide. 
 
 5 Thy Stroke the Rock's dark Entrails clave ; 
 Forth from its Depth the foaming Wave 
 Sprang inftant, — and with lengthen'd Train 
 Irriguous lav'd the thiifly Plain. 
 
 P A 11 T II. 
 
 6 BY Thee prepar'd, the Night and Day 
 Alternate walk th' ethereal Way; 
 
 r Thy Art the Light's thin Texture fpun, 
 And with it clotii'd the radiant Sun. 
 
 7 1'hy Hand the Earth's vaft Fabric rounds, 
 Its Balance fixes, marks its Bounds ; 
 With Summer's Shovv'rs its Glebe unbinds, 
 Or wraps it with the wint'ry Winds. 
 
 8 Parent of Nature! God fupreme! 
 Whiie Folly's Sons thy A As blafpheme, 
 O Vindicate thy Name from Wrong, 
 And lilence the reproachful Tongue. 
 
114 P S A L M LXXV. 
 
 9 Let not the Fangs of cruel Pow'r 
 Thy trembling Turtle's Life devour. 
 Nor dark Oblivion's Shade, our Pain 
 For ever from thy Thought detain. 
 
 10 O give the Flock that bears thy Name, 
 Thy fed'ral Mercy yet to claim : 
 Behold within each cavern'd Cell, 
 Fraud, Violence, and Rapine dwell! 
 
 1 1 Behold ! and let th' afflifted Poor, 
 (From Terror and from Shame fecure) 
 With grateful Heart, and joyous Tongue, 
 Wake to thy Praife the hallow'd Song. 
 
 PSALM LXXV. 
 
 1 r I ^HY Name, immortal God, thy Name 
 
 X Our Love and higheft Praife mall claim; 
 Whofe A6ls atteft Thee ever near, 
 And plant within our Hearts thy Fear. 
 
 2 " Lift not the Horn, ye Sons of Pride, 
 (The Lord, with fierce Rebuke hath cry'd) 
 " Lift not the Horn ! — nor thus in vain, 
 
 " With ftubborn Neck, my Nameprofane." 
 
 3 That God, whofe Word the Heav'ns out- 
 
 fpread, 
 The regal Crown from Head to Head 
 Transfers:-Wealth,Honour,Pow'r,hisDoom 
 At Will fhall grant, at Will refume. 
 
 4 His Hand the full-charg'd Cup prefents, 
 While red with Wrath its Wine ferments, 
 Whofe Mixture Earth's rebellious Train 
 tow to its utmoft Dregs fliall drain. 
 
 1 
 
PSALM LXXVI. . U5 
 
 5 But I, with facred Tranfport fill'd, • 
 To Jacob's God my Praife will yield: 
 Through Life's continual Round, my Tongue 
 Shall wake to Him its thankful Song. 
 
 P S A L M LXXVI. 
 
 1 f^ OD's Glories Salem's Temple fill, 
 VJT And reft on Sion's facred Hill : 
 There broke his Hand the Sword and Shield, 
 And caft them ufelefs on the Field ; 
 There lhapp'd the Arrows wing'd with Fire, 
 And bade the raging War expire. 
 
 2 O cloth'd with Majefly divine! 
 
 O fav, what Strength ihall equal thine ' 
 • Not fuch the Mountain's Boaft, whofe Seat 
 To Rapine's Sons a fafe Retreat 
 Prefents, — and neighboring to the Sky, 
 With awful Wonder ftrikes the Eye. 
 
 3 At thy Rebuke, O Jacob's God, 
 
 The Steed, whofe Hoofs in hoftile Blood 
 Were dipt, — the Car that o'er the Plain 
 Rufh'd headlong on, nor heard the Rein, 
 With Horror ftruck, confefs Thee nigh, 
 And wrapt in Iron-Slumber lie. 
 
 4 Earth heard when God the Judgment gave, 
 And rofe his injur'd Saints to fave ; 
 
 In filent Dread beheld his Look, 
 And inftant to her Centre fhook : — 
 Thou, Thou alone, our Fear fhalt claim, 
 Ye Nations bow, and own his Name ! 
 
 5 Him ferve and fear, and duteous bring 
 Your Prefents to the heav'nly King; 
 
ire PSALM LXXV1I. 
 
 That King, whofe Sword, in Wrath apply M, 
 Lops in mid Growth the Tyrant's Pride, 
 And threatful, bids each earthly Throne 
 His mightier Sway fubmiffive own. 
 
 P S A L M LXXVII. 
 
 1 f I n O God I cry'd with mournful Voice, 
 
 -*- I fought his gracious Ear, 
 In the fad Day when Troubles rofe, 
 A nd fili'd the Night with Fear. 
 
 2 My overwhelming Sorrows grew 
 
 Till I could fpeak no more ; 
 Then I within myfelf withdrew, 
 And caird thy Judgments o'er. 
 
 3 I calPd back Years and ancient Times 
 
 When I beheld thy Face ; 
 My Spirit fearch'd for fecret Crimes 
 That might withhold thy Grace. 
 
 4 I call'd thy Mercies to my Mind, 
 
 Which I enjoy'd before; 
 And will the Lord no more be kind? 
 His Face appear no more ? 
 
 5 Will He for ever caft me off? 
 
 His Promife ever fail? 
 Has He forgot his tender Love? 
 Shall Anger ftill prevail? — 
 
 6 But I forbid this hopelefs Thought, 
 
 This dark defpairing Frame, 
 Rememb'ringwhat thy Hand hath wrought; 
 Thy Hand is ftill the fame. 
 
P S A L M LXXVIIL lit 
 
 I'll think again of all thy Ways, 
 
 And talk thy Wonders o'er ; 
 Thy Wonders of recovering Grace, 
 
 When Flefli could hope no more. 
 
 Grace dwells with Juftice on the Throne » 
 
 And Men that love thy Word 
 Have in thy Sandlmry known 
 
 The Counfels of the Lord. 
 
 PSALM LXXVIIL 
 
 ET Children hear the mighty Deeds 
 
 Which God perform'd of old ; 
 Which in our younger Years we favv, 
 And which our Fathers told. 
 
 L 
 
 2 He bids us make his Glories known; 
 
 His Works of Pow'r and Grace; 
 And we'll convey his Wonders down 
 Through ev'ry rifing Race. 
 
 3 Our Lips mall tell them to our Sons, 
 
 And they again to theirs ; 
 That Generations yet unborn 
 May teach them to their Heirs. 
 
 4 Thus mail they learn in God alone 
 
 Their Hope fecurely ftands, 
 That they may ne'er forget his Works 
 But praclife his Commands. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 5 O WHAT a ftiff rebellious Houfc 
 
 Was Jacob's ancient Race ! 
 Falfe to their own moft folemn Vows 
 And to their Maker's Grace. 
 F 
 
118 PSALM LXXVIII. 
 
 6 They broke the Cov'nant of his Love, 
 
 And did his Laws defpife, 
 Forgot the Works He wrought to prove 
 His Pow'r before their Eyes. 
 
 7 They faw the Plagues on Egypt light 
 
 From his revenging Hand: 
 What dreadful Tokens of his Might 
 Spread o'er the ftubborn Land. 
 
 8 They faw Him cleave the mighty Sea, 
 
 And march'd with Safety through, 
 With wat'ry Walls to guard their Way, 
 Till they had 'fcap'd their Foe. 
 
 9 A wond'rous Pillar mark'd the Road, , 
 
 Compos'd of Shade and Light; 
 By Day it prov'd a (helt'ring Cloud, 
 A leading Fire by Night. 
 
 10 He from the Rock their Thirft fupply'd ; 
 
 The gufhing Waters fell, 
 And ran in Rivers by their Side, 
 A conitant Miracle. 
 
 1 1 Yet they provoked the Lord mod High, 
 
 And dar'd diftruft his Hand: — 
 " Can He with Bread our Hoft fupply 
 " Amidft this defert Land?" 
 
 1 2 The Lorb with Indignation heard, 
 
 And caus'd his Wrath to flame : 
 His Terrors ever {land prepar'd 
 To vindicate his Name. 
 
PSALM LXXVIII. 119 
 
 PART III. 
 
 13 WHEN Ijracl fins the Lord reproves, 
 
 And fills their Hearts with Dread; . 
 Yet He forgives the Men he loves, 
 And fends them heav'nly Bread, 
 
 14 He fed them with a lib'ral Hand, 
 
 And made his Treafures known ; 
 He gave the Midnight-Clouds Command 
 To pour Proviiion down. 
 
 15 The Manna, like a Morning-ShowV, 
 
 Lay thick around their Feet ; 
 The Corn of Heav'n fo light, fo pure, 
 As though 't were Angel's Meat. 
 
 16 But they in murm'ring Language faid, 
 
 " Manna is all our Feaft: 
 " We loath this light, this airy Bread; 
 " We mull: have Fle/li to tafte." 
 
 17 " Ye mail have Flem to plcafe your Lull," 
 
 The Lord in Wrath replied; 
 And fent them 2,nails> like Sand or Duft* 
 Heap'd up from Side to Side. 
 
 18 He gave them all their own Defire . 
 
 And greedy as they fed, 
 His Vengeance burnt with fecret Fire, 
 And fmote the Rebels dead. 
 
 19 When fome were flain, the reft return M 
 
 And fought the Lord with Tears, 
 Under the Rod they fear'd and mourn M, 
 But foon forgot their Fears. 
 
120 PSAL M LXXIX. 
 
 20 Oft He chailis'd, and ftill forgave, 
 Till by his -gracious Hand, 
 The Nation He refolv'd to fave 
 Poffefs'd the promis'd Land. 
 
 PSAL M LXXIX. 
 
 1 /^\ ISRAEL'S Father and his God ! 
 
 V>J The Heathen Pow'rs thy lov'd Abode 
 Rapacious feize: — fee ev'ry'Foe 
 Reproach and fierce Derifion throw. 
 
 2 See, Lord, and fay how long thine Ire 
 Shall blaze with unextinguifh'd Fire? 
 How long thy Flock are doom'd to prove 
 The fad kufpenfion of thy Love ? 
 
 3 Bleft Saviour! let thy Pow'r divine 
 Confpicuous in our Refcue fhine, 
 And (Ijrael's Trefpafs purg'd away) 
 Thy boundleis Clemency difplay. 
 
 4 Say, why (liould the reproaching Foe 
 His Triumphs build on IfratVs Woe, 
 And aik, while thus thy Scourge we bear, 
 " Where's now your God, ye outcafts, 
 
 where?" 
 
 5 O hear the wretched Captive's Groan ; 
 The Souls whom Deadi has mark'd his own ; 
 Hafte, Lord, while helplefs thus we grieve, 
 Thy long-loft People to relieve ! 
 
 6 So fhall tfe Flock acknowledg'd I'hine 
 To Thee in grateful Praifes join, 
 And, long as Jfrael boafts a Name, 
 From Sire to Son tranfmit thy Fame. 
 
[ 121 ] 
 P S A L M LXXX. 
 
 G 
 
 Who d'jft between the Cherubs d 
 And ie I'll the Tribes, thy chofen S:. 
 Safe through the Defert and- the D 
 
 2 Thy Church is in the Defert now : 
 Shine from on high and guide us th 
 Turn us to Thee, thy Love 
 
 We (hall be in hi, and figh no more* 
 
 3 Great Cod, whom heav'nly Hpfb ob y. 
 How long fhall we lament and pray, 
 And wait in vain thy kind Return ? 
 How long flia.ll thy fierce Angei burn? 
 
 4 Inftead of Wine and cheerful Bread, 
 Thy Saints with their own Tears are fed, 
 Turn us to Thee, thy Love reftore; 
 
 We (hall be fav'd, and figh no more, 
 
 PART II. 
 
 5 HAST Thou not planted with thy Hands 
 A lovel\ Vine in Heathen Lands r 
 
 Did not thv Powh defend it round, 
 And heav'nly Dews enrich the 'Ground? 
 
 <S How did the fpreaJing Branches (Hoot, 
 And blefs the Nations with the Fruit ! 
 But now, dear Lord, look down and fee 
 Thy mourning Vine, that lovely Tree, 
 
 7 Why is its Beauty thus defae'dr 
 
 Why haft thou laid her Fences \vafte ? 
 Strangers and Foes agiinft her join, 
 And evhy Beail devours thy Vine 
 F 3 
 
V22 PSALM LXXXL 
 
 8 Return, Almighty God, return ; 
 Nor let thy bleeding Vineyard mourn: 
 Turn us to Thee, thy Love reftore, 
 We mall be fav'd, and figh no more. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 S LORD, when this Vine in Canaan grew, 
 Thou waft its Strength and Glory too ! 
 Attacked in vain by all its Foes, 
 Till the fair Branch of Promife rofe. 
 
 10 Fair Branch, ordain'd of old to moot 
 From David's Stock, from Jacob's Root; 
 Himfelf a noble Vine, and we 
 
 The leffer Branches of the Tree : 
 
 1 1 'Tis thy own Son, and He mail ftand, 
 Girt with thy Strength, at thy Right-Hand; 
 Thy firft-born Son, adorn' d and bleft 
 With Pow'r and Grace above the reft. 
 
 12 O! for his Sake attend our Cry, 
 .Shine on thy Churches, left they die; 
 Turn us to Thee, thy Love reftore, 
 We mail be fav'd, and figh no more. 
 
 PSALM LXXXL 
 
 [ING to the Lord aloud, 
 And make a joyful Noife: 
 God is our Strength, our Saviour God; 
 Let IJrael hear his Voice. 
 
 " From vile Idolatry 
 u Preferve my Worfhip clean ; 
 "lam the Lord who fet thee free 
 4 < From Slavery and Sin. 
 
 S' 
 
P S A L M LXXXIL 123 
 
 1 Stretch thy Defires abroad, 
 1 And I'll fupplv them well; 
 But if you will refufe your G 0D r 
 ' If Ijracl will rebel;' 
 
 1 Til leave them, faith the Lord, 
 4 To their own Lufts a Prey, 
 And let them run the dangerous Road; 
 i 'Tis their own chofen Way, 
 
 1 Yet, O ! that all my Saints 
 1 Would hearken to my Voice ! 
 Soon I would eafe their fore Complaints, 
 ' And bid their Hearts rejoice. 
 
 * While I deftroy their Fees, 
 
 ' Vd richly feed my Flock; 
 And they mould tafte the Stream that flows 
 " From their eternal Rock." 
 
 PSALM LXXXIL 
 
 1 A MONG th' Affemblies of the Great, 
 
 <L\- A greater Ruler takes his Seat , 
 The God of Heav'n, as Judge, furveys 
 Thofe Gods on Earth, and all their Ways. 
 
 2 Why will ye then frame wicked Laws? 
 Or why fijpport th' unrighteous Caufe? 
 When will ye once defend the Poor, 
 That Sinners vex the Saints no more ? 
 
 3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know ; 
 Dark are the Ways in which they go; 
 Their Name of earthly Gods is vain, 
 
 For they fhaii fall and die like Men. 
 F 4 
 
124 P S A L M LXXXIIL 
 
 4 Arife, O Lord, and let thy Son 
 Po fiefs his univerfal Throne, 
 And ru!e the Nations with his Rod: 
 He is our Judge, and He our God, 
 
 PSALM LXXXIIL 
 
 1 "\yf"Y God, no longer filent ftand; 
 JlVJl No longer let thy powerful Hand 
 Withhold its ott-reqneiled Aid, 
 While thus thy Foes our Peace invade. 
 
 2 Behold them, Lord, their Arts employ, 
 The Heav'n-rais'd People to deflroy, 
 
 The Souls, whom with thy Favour crown'd, 
 Thy fecret Prefence wraps around. 
 
 3 Their Leagues, their Plans, with frantic Aim, 
 Againft Omnipotence they frame; 
 
 And, nYd to Rage, with fierce Alarms 
 The headlong Nations ruih to Arms. 
 
 c . 
 
 VI 
 
 Ft as the fiery Deluge ftrays, 
 
 And v/raps the Foreft in its Blaze, 
 
 Or, furious, on waul as it pours, 
 
 The Mountain's flbaggy Wafte devours. 
 
 5 Let wild Confuiion clothe their Cheek, 
 And teach them, Lord, thy Name to leek, 
 While Ruin, Death, and Shame they fee 
 To each ordain'd that errs from Thee. 
 
 6 "Jehovah, jfhall the Rebels cry, 
 <; Jehovah only reigns on nigh, 
 
 %i And o'er the Earth from Day to Day 
 4i Aiierts his everlafting Sway.'* 
 
[ 125 ] 
 
 PSALM LXXXIV. Metre i. 
 
 1 /^Y GOD of Hofts, the mighty Lord, 
 V^>/ How lovely is the Place 
 
 Where Thou, enthron'd in Glory, fhewTt 
 The Brightnefs of thy Face ! 
 
 2 My longing Soul faints with Defire 
 
 To view thy bleft Abode; 
 My panting Heart and Flefli cry out 
 For Thee the living God. 
 
 3 The Birds a peaceful Home fecure, 
 
 And, joyful, tend their N eft ; — 
 Thine Altars yield my Soul her Joy, 
 
 Thy Courts her fweeteft Reft. 
 
 § 
 
 4. O Lord of Hofts, my King and God; 
 How highly bleit are they 
 Who in thy Temple always dwell ! 
 And there thy Praife difplay ! 
 
 5 Thrice happy they whofe Choice has Thee 
 
 Their fure Protection made : 
 Who long to tread the facred Ways 
 That to thy Dwelling lead. 
 
 6 As through the dreary Vale they pafs 
 
 Of Vanity and Tears ; 
 Grace pours its plenteous Streams, and thence 
 The thirfty Defert cheers. 
 
 7 , Thus they proceed from Strength to Strength,- 
 And ftill approach more near • 
 Till Ail on ZipT&i holy Mount 
 Before their. God appear, 
 F. 5 
 
126 PSALM LXXXIV. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 8 O LORD, the mighty God of Hofts, 
 
 My Supplication hear; 
 Thou God of Jacob, to my Voice 
 Incline thy gracious Ear. 
 
 9 Behold, O God, our Shield, the Face 
 
 Of thine anointed Son : 
 We from our Impotence and Guilt 
 To Him for Refuge run. 
 
 10 To dwell one Day within thy Courts, 
 My God, my gracious King, 
 T' implore thy Love, to learn thy Will, 
 And thy Salvation fing: 
 
 i 1 Far, far in my Efteem exceeds 
 A thoufand Days befide, 
 That in the Height of carnal Joys 
 Uninterrupted glide. 
 
 1 2 Rather at Zion's facred Gates 
 
 Would I a Servant wait, 
 Than in the Tents of Sin refide, 
 Or fill a Throne of State. 
 
 13 For God, who is our Sun and Shield, 
 
 Will Grace and Glory give ; 
 And no good Thing will he withhold 
 From them that juftly live.^ 
 
 14 Thou God, whom heav'nly Hofts obey, 
 
 How highly bleft is he, 
 Whofe Hope and Truft, fecurely plac'd, 
 Is ftill repos'd on Thee ! 
 
[ 127 J 
 
 PSALM LXXXIV. Metre ii 
 
 1 T TOW pleafant, how divinely fair, 
 11 OLord of Hosts, thy Dwellings are! 
 With long Defire my Spirit faints 
 
 To meet th' Aflemblies of thy Saints. 
 
 2 My Flefh would reft in thme Abode; 
 My panting Heart cries out for God; 
 My God ! my King ! why fhould I be 
 So far from all my Joys and Thee? 
 
 3 The Sparrow choofes where to reft, 
 And for her Young provides a Neft ; 
 But will my God to Sparrows grant 
 That Pleafure which his Children want? 
 
 4 Bleft are the Saints who fit on high, 
 Around thy Throne of Majefty; 
 Thy brighteft Glories fhine above, 
 And all their Work is Praife and Love. 
 
 5 Bleft are the Souls that find a Place 
 Within the Temple of thy Grace; 
 There they behold thy gentler Rays, 
 And feek thy Face, and learn thy Praife. 
 
 € Bleft are the Men whofe Hearts are fet 
 To find the Way to 2ion y $ Gate; 
 God is their Strength; and through the Road 
 They lean upon their Helper God. 
 
 1 Cheerful they walk with growing Strength, 
 Till All fhall meet in Heav'n at length, 
 Till All before thy Face appear, 
 And join in nobler Worfhip there. 
 F 6 
 
128 - PSALM LXXXIV. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 8 GREAT God, attend while Zion fings 
 The Joys that from thy Prefence fprings: 
 To fpend one Day with Thee on Earth, 
 Exceeds a Thouiand Days of Mirth. 
 
 9 Might I enjoy the meaneft Place 
 Within thy Houfe, O God of Grace, 
 Not Tents of Eaie, nor Thrones of Pow'r, 
 Should tempt my. Feet to leave thy Door. 
 
 10 God is our Sun, he makes our Day; 
 Gop is our Shield, he guards our Way 
 From all th' AiTaults of Hell and Sin, 
 From Foes without and Foes within. 
 
 1 1 All needful Grace will God beftow, 
 And crown that Grace with Glory too : 
 He gives us all Things, and withholds 
 No real Good from upright Souls. 
 
 12 O God, our King, whofe fovVeign Sway 
 The glorious Hofts of Heav'n obey. 
 
 And Devils at thy Prefence flee ; 
 Bleft is the Man that trufts in. Thee. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIV. Metre iii..~ 
 
 1 T OR P of the Worlds above, 
 A,r4 How pleafant and how fair 
 The Dwellings of thy Love, 
 Thy earthly Temples are ! 
 
 To. thine Abode 
 
 My Heart afpires, 
 
 With warm Defires. 
 
 To fee my God, 
 
PSALM LXXXIV. 129 
 
 2 The Sparrow for her Young, 
 With Pleafure, feeks a Neil; 
 And wand'ring Swallows long 
 To find their wonted Reft : 
 
 My Spirit faints 
 With equal Zeal, 
 To rife and dwell 
 Among thy Saints. 
 
 3 O happy Souls that pray 
 Where God. appoints to hear I 
 O happy Men that pay 
 Their conftant Service there ! 
 
 They praife Thee ftill : 
 And happy they 
 That love the Way 
 To Elite's Hill! 
 
 4 They go from Strength to Strength^ 
 Through this dark Yale of Tear b, 
 Till each arrives at length, 
 
 Till each in Heav'n appears:. 
 
 glorious Seat, 
 When God our King 
 Shall thither bring 
 Gur willing Feet ! 
 
 PART II. 
 
 5 TO fpend' one facred Day 
 Where God and Saints abide, 
 Affords diviner Joy 
 
 Than Thoufand Days befide, 
 Where God reforts,. 
 
 1 love it more 
 
 To keep the Door 
 Than-fhine in Courts*. 
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130 P S A L M LXXXV. 
 
 6 God is our Sun and Shield, 
 Our Light and our Defence; 
 With Gifts his Hands are fill'd, 
 We draw our BLffings thence : 
 
 He fhall bellow 
 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 Souls : 
 
 Thrice happy he, 
 O God ofHofts, 
 Whofe Spirit trulls 
 Alone in Thee. 
 
 PSALM LXXXV. 
 
 1 T ORD, thou haft call'd thy Grace to Mind, 
 I J Thou haft revers'd our heavy Doom ; 
 
 So God forgave when Ifrael finn'd, 
 A brought his wand'ring Captives home; 
 
 2 Thou haft begun to fet us free, 
 And made thy fierceft Wrath abate ; 
 Now let our Hearts be turn'd to Thee, 
 And thy Salvation be complete. 
 
 3 Revive our dying Graces, Lord, 
 And let thy Saints in Thee rejoice; 
 Make known thy Truth, fulfil thy Word; 
 We wait for Praife to tune our Voice; 
 
P S A L M LXXXVI. 131 
 
 4 We wait to hear what God will fay: 
 He'll fpeak, and give his People Peace: 
 But let them run no more aftray, 
 
 Left his returning Wrath increafe. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 5 SALVATION is for ever nigh 
 
 The Souls that fear and truft the Lord; 
 And Grace, defcending from on high, 
 Frefh Hopes of Glory ihall afford. 
 
 6 Mercy and Truth on Earth are met, 
 Since Christ the Lord came down from 
 By his Obedience fo complete, [Heav'n; 
 Juftice is pleas 'd, and Peace is giv'n. 
 
 7 Now Truth and Honour mail abound, 
 Religion dwell on Earth again, 
 
 And heav'nly Influence blefs the Ground, 
 In our Redeemer's gentle Reign. 
 
 8 His Righteoufnefs is gone before, 
 To give us free Accefs to God: 
 
 Our wand'ring Feet fhall ftray no more; 
 But mark his Steps, and keep the Road. 
 
 P S A L M LXXXVI. 
 
 1 r TX) my Complamt, O Lord my God, 
 
 JL Thy gracious Ear incline. 
 Hear me, diftreft and deftitute 
 Of all Relief but Thine, 
 
 2 To me, who daily Thee invoke, 
 
 Thy Mercy, Lord, extend : 
 Refreili thy Servant's Soul, whofe Hopes 
 On Thee alone depend. 
 
132 PSALM LXXXVIL 
 
 3 Thou Lord art good, not only good,. 
 
 " But prompt to pardon too; 
 Of plenteous Mercy to all thofe- 
 Who. for thy Mercy fue. 
 
 4 Thee will I praife,. O Lord my God,. 
 
 Praife Thee with Heart fmcere; 
 And, to thy ever-glorious N:me 
 Eternal Trophies rear.. 
 
 5' For Thouthv conftant G'oodnefs didft. 
 To my A-ffiftance bring; 
 Of Patience, Mercy, and of Truth,. 
 The everlafting Spring. . 
 
 PSALM LXXXVH. 
 
 1 /^ OD in his earthly Temple lays 
 \JX Foundations for his heav'nly Praife: 
 He likes the Tents of Jacob well; 
 
 But ftill in Zion loves to dwell., 
 
 2 His Mercy vifits ev'ry Hbufe, 
 
 That pay their Night and Morning Vows; 
 But makes a more delightful Stay 
 Where Churches meet to praife and pray.. 
 
 3 . What Glories were defcrib'd of old ! ' 
 What Wonders are. of Zion told J 
 Thou City; of our God below, 
 Thy. Fame ihall Tyre and Egypt know. . 
 
 4- Egypt and Tyre,, and Greek and Jew } , 
 Shall there begin their Lives anew; 
 Angels and Men mail join to fing 
 The Hill where, living Waters fpring.. 
 
. PSALM LXXXYIII. 133 
 
 When God makes up his 1 aft Account 
 Of Natives in his holy Mount, 
 'Twill be an Honour to appear 
 As one new-born or nourifh'd there. 
 
 PSALM LXXXYIII. 
 
 1 *\/TY Saviour God, by Night, by Day, 
 J.VX 'To Thee I pour mv Cries ; 
 
 Let my fad Plaints, while thus I prav, 
 Before thy Throne arife. 
 
 2 Low in the Depth's unfathom'd Night 
 
 Thou throw'ft my trembling Soul; 
 On me thine awful Judgments light, 
 And all thy Tempefts roll. 
 
 3 No friendly Feet approach me nigh ; 
 
 Abhorr'd as one that's dead, 
 To Thee (who only hear'ft my Cry) 
 My fuppliant Hands I fpread. 
 
 4 O lay, fliall mightieft Afts be mown 
 
 Where Death triumphant reigns? 
 The Dead, to make thy Wonders known, 
 Burft their lepulchral Chains? 
 
 5 Shall Love, like thine, and Truth appear 
 
 Where Darknefs all Things hides ? 
 Thy Righteoulheis be ptiblifh'd where 
 Forgetfulnefs prefides ? 
 
 6 Like breaking Seas, with mighty Force 
 
 Thy Terrors bear me down ; 
 And, with a vail united Courfe, 
 My ev'ry Comfort drown, 
 
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 PSALM LXXXIX. Metre I 
 
 1 A /FY never-ceafmg Songs mall (how 
 -LVX The Mercies of the Lord ; 
 
 And make fucceeding Ages know 
 How faithful is his Word. 
 
 2 The facred TrutKs his Lips pronounce 
 
 Shall firm as Heav'n endure; 
 And, if He fpeak a Promife once, 
 Th' eternal Grace is fure. 
 
 3 How long the Race of David held 
 
 The promis'd Jewi//i Throne ! 
 But there's a nobler Covenant fesd'd 
 To David's greater Son. 
 
 4 His Seed for ever mall poffefs 
 
 A Throne above the Skies ; 
 The meaneft Subject of his Grace 
 Shall to that Glory rife. 
 
 5 Lord, God of Hofts, thy wond'rous Ways 
 
 Are fung by Saints above ; 
 And Saints on Earth their Honours raife 
 To thy unchanging Love. 
 
 P A R T \l. 
 
 6 WITH Rev'rence let the Saints appear, 
 
 And bow before the Lord ; 
 His high Commands attentive hear, 
 And tremble at his Word. 
 
 7 How terrible thy Glories be ! 
 
 How bright thine Armies fhine ! 
 Where is the Pow'r that vies with Thee? 
 Or Truth compar'd to Thine I 
 
PSALM LXXXIX. 13$ 
 
 8 The Northern Pole and Southern reft 
 
 On thy fupporting Hand; 
 Darknefs and Day from Eaft to Weft 
 Move round at thy Command. 
 
 9 Thy Words the raging Wind control, 
 
 And rule the boift'rous Deep ; 
 Thou mak'ft the deeping Billows roll, 
 The rolling Billows lleep. 
 
 10 Heav'n, Earth, and Air, and Sea are thine, 
 
 And the dark World of Hell ; 
 How did thine Arm in Vengeance mine, 
 When Egypt durft rebel! 
 
 1 1 Juftice and Judgment are thy Throne, 
 
 Yet wond'rous is thy Grace; 
 While Truth and Mercy join'd in one 
 Invite us near thy Face. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 12 BLEST are the Souls that hear and know 
 
 The Gofpel's joyful Sound; 
 Peace mail attend the Paths they go, 
 And Light their Steps furround. 
 
 13 Their Joy mall bear their Spirits up, 
 
 Through their Redeemer's Name; 
 His Righteoufneis exalts their Hope, 
 Nor Satan dares condemn. 
 
 14 The Lord, our Glorv and Defence, 
 
 Strength and Salvation gives: 
 Jfraely thy King for ever reign •, 
 Thy God for ^ver lives. 
 
136 P S A L M LXXXIX. 
 
 PART IV. 
 
 15 HEAR what the Lord in Vifion fill, 
 And made his Mercy known: 
 4 Sinners, behold your Help is laid 
 44 On my Almighty Son. 
 
 4 High mall He reign on David's Throne, 
 44 My People's better King; 
 
 4 My Arm mail beat his Rivals down, 
 44 And ftill new Subjects bring. 
 
 1 My Truth /hall guide Him in his Way, 
 
 44 With Mercy by his Side; 
 4 While iii my Name, thro' Earth and Sea, 
 
 " He fliall in Triumph ride* 
 
 4 My firft-born Son, array r d in Grace, 
 44 At my Right-Hand fliall fit; 
 
 4 Beneath Him Angels know their Place, 
 44 And Monarchs at his Feet. 
 
 4 My Cov'nant Hands for ever fail; 
 
 44 My Promifes are ftrong: 
 4 Firm as the Heav'ns his Throne fliall laft, 
 44 His Seed endure as long." . 
 
 P A R T V. 
 4 YET (faith the Lord) if David's Race, 
 
 44 The Children of my Son, 
 4 Should break my Laws, abufe my Grace, 
 
 44 And tempt mine Anger down; 
 
 4 Their Sins I'll vifit with a Rod, 
 4; And make their Folly fmart; 
 4 Rut 1T1 not ceafe to be their God, 
 M Nor from my Truth depart. 
 
PSAL M LXXXIX. 137 
 
 22 ki My Cov'nant I will ne'er revoke, 
 
 " But keep my Grace in Mind: 
 M And what eternal Love hath ipoke, 
 11 Eternal Truth iliall bind. 
 
 23 " Once have I fworn (I need no more), 
 
 11 And pledg'd my Holineis 
 
 <; To leal the facred Pro mile fure 
 
 " To David and his Race. 
 
 24 " The Sun iliall fee his Offspring rife, 
 
 " And fpread from Sea to Sea, 
 " Long as he travels round the Skies, 
 " To give die Nations Day. 
 
 25 " Sure as the Moon that rules the Night, 
 
 " His Kingdom (hall endure; 
 u Till the tix'd Laws of Shade and Light 
 " Shall be obferv'd no more." 
 
 PART VI. 
 
 26 THINK, mightv God, on feeble Man ! 
 How few his Hours ! how fhort his Span ! 
 
 Short from the Cradle to the Grave : 
 Who can fecure his viral Breath 
 Againft the bold Demands of Death? 
 
 With Skill to fly, or Pow'r to Cave? 
 
 27 Lord, (hall it be for ever faid, 
 
 " The Race of Man was only made 
 
 " For Sicknefs, Sorrow, and the Duit?'* 
 Are not thy Servants Day by Day 
 Sent to their Graves and turn'd to Clay ? 
 Lord, where's thy Kindneis to the Juft? 
 
13* PSALM LXXXIX! 
 
 28 Haft Thou not promis'd to thy Son, 
 And all his Seed, a heav'nly Crown? 
 
 But Flefli and Senfe indulge Defpair: 
 For ever bleffed be the Lord ! 
 That Faith can read his holy Word, 
 
 And rind a Remrre&ion there. 
 
 29 For ever bleffed be the Lord ! 
 Who gives his Saints a rich Reward 
 
 For all their Toil, Reproach, and Pain; 
 Let All below, and All above, 
 Join to proclaim thy wond'rous Love, 
 
 And each repeat a loud Amen. 
 
 PSALM LXXXIX. Metre ii. 
 
 1 IV/TY grateful Tongue, immortal King, 
 JlVjL Thy Mercy mall for ever ling ; 
 
 My Verfe to Times remoteft Day 
 Thy Truth in i acred Notes difplay : 
 O Thou with endleis Glory crown'd, — 
 With Faithfulnefs invefted round. 
 
 2 From Thee, amid th' aerial Space, 
 
 The North and South affume their Place; 
 While Tabor's Brow, with Evening red, 
 And Eaftern Herman's unfhorn Head, 
 Wide through their echoing Groves thyName 
 In Songs of grateful joy proclaim. 
 
 3 Strong is thine Arm; thy ftedfaft Will 
 Thy Hands with fare Effeft fulfil ; 
 While Juftice, 'mid th' etherial Plain, 
 And Equity thy Throne fuftain, 
 
 And white-rob'd Truth and Mercy fair 
 Thy Steps precede, thy Path prepare. 
 
PSALM LXXXIX. 139 
 
 O bleft, who know that facred Sound 
 Which fpreads the joyful Tidings round, 
 And fpeaks a Jubilee begun. 
 Which through eternal Years fliall run ! — - 
 Around their Steps thy Light fhall fliine, 
 And ev'ry Beam declare them thine. 
 
 How fhall they joy from Day to Day, 
 Thy boundlefs Mercy to difplay ; 
 
 Thy Righteoufnefs, indulgent Lord, 
 With holy Confidence record ; 
 Thy Strength their fureft Refuge deem, 
 Thy Grace their Dignity fupreme ! 
 
 PART II. 
 
 6 FOR ever fliall my Song record 
 The Truth and Mercy of the Lord : 
 Mercy and Truth for ever ftand 
 Like Heav'n eitablifh'd l)y his Hand. 
 
 7 Thus to his Son He fware and faid, 
 
 " With Thee my Cov'nant firft is made; 
 " In Thee fhall dying Sinners live; 
 " Glory and Grace are Thine to give. 
 
 8 " Be Thou my PRo?HET,Thou my Priest; 
 « Thy Children (hall be ever bleft ; 
 
 " Thou art my chofen King: Thy Throne 
 " Shall ftand eternal like my own. 
 
 " There's none of all my Sons above 
 " So much my Image, or my Love; 
 14 Celeftial Pow'rs thy Subjects are ; 
 14 Then what can Earth to Thee compare? 
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140 P S A L M XC. 
 
 10 " David, my Servant, whom I choife 
 
 " To guard my Flock, to crufli my Foes, 
 " And rais'd him to the Jewijk Throne, 
 " Was but a Shadow of my Son." 
 
 1 1 Now let the Church rejoice and ling 
 Jesus her Saviour and her King: 
 Angels his heav'nly Wonders mow, 
 And Saints declare his Works below. 
 
 P S A L M XC. Metre i. 
 
 1 f~\ GOD, our Flelp in Ages pail, 
 V^/ Our Hope for Years to come ; 
 Our Shelter from the ftormy Blaft, 
 
 And our eternal Home. 
 
 2 Under the Shadow of thy Throne 
 
 Thy Saints have dwelt fecure; 
 Sufficient is thine Arm alone, 
 And our Defence is fure. 
 
 3 Before the Hills in Order flood, 
 
 Or Earth received her Frame, 
 From everlailing Thou art God, 
 To endlefs Years the fame. 
 
 4 A Thoufand Ages in thy Sight 
 
 Are like an Ev'ning gone; 
 Short as the Watch that ends the Night, 
 Before the rifing Sun. « 
 
 5 Time, like an ever-rolling Stream, 
 
 Bears all its Sons away; 
 They fly, forgotten, as a Dream 
 Dies at the opening Day. 
 
PSALM XC. HI 
 
 6 Like flow'ry Fields the Nations iland, 
 
 Pleas'd with the Morning-Light; 
 The Flow'rs beneath the Mower's Hand 
 Lie withering ere 'tis Night. 
 
 7 O God, our Help in Ages paft, 
 
 Our Hope for Years to come; 
 Be thou our Guard whiift Life fhall laft, 
 And our eternal Home. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 8 THOU, LoRD,haftweigh'dourevVyFauk, 
 
 And thine all-fearching Eyes 
 Mark and arreft each guilty Thought 
 Which veiPd in Darkneis lies. 
 
 9 Our fleeting Days are fwiftly blown 
 
 Before thy angry Blafl; 
 Our Years, like empty Tales, are gone. 
 Which fcarce a Moment laft. 
 
 10 'Tis but a few whofe Days amount 
 
 To threefcore Years and tea ; - 
 And all beyond that {hort Account, 
 Is Sorrow, Toil, and Pain. 
 
 1 1 So teach us to compute our Days, 
 
 And fo our Hearts apply, 
 That fafely we, through Wifdom's U r a>\% 
 May reach Eternity. 
 
 12 Return, O Lord, and grant fome Reft 
 
 To all thy Servant's Woes ; 
 Our Hearts, with early Mercies blcft, 
 To holy Joys difpofe ! 
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142 P S AIM XC. 
 
 13 Let Heav'n fucceed our painful Years, 
 
 Let Sin and Sorrow ceafe ; 
 
 .And in Proportion to our Tears, 
 
 So make our Joys increafe. 
 
 14 Thy Wonders to thy Servants fliow; 
 
 Make thy own Work complete ; 
 Then (hall our Souls thy Glory know, 
 And own thy Love was great. 
 
 PSiL M XC. Metre ii. 
 
 i HPHEE, Lord, their Refuge, Thee alone, 
 J- From earlieft Age, thy People own : 
 Thou, ere the Mountains rofe to Birth, 
 And, while unform'd the Heav'ns and Earth, 
 
 For ever God! 
 
 2 A ThouTand Years to thy Survey 
 Are as the Hours of Yefterday ; 
 
 A Watch in Night one fcarce perceives 
 When prefent, — and when abfent leaves 
 
 No Trace behindo 
 
 3 Our Life, with all its Toil and Care, 
 Diffolves like Vapours in the Air ; 
 Or as a Phantom of the Night 
 Glides by the weak, deluded Sight, 
 
 And fcarce is feen. 
 
 4 Or like the Grafs which fprings to view, 
 By Show'rs refrefh'd, or early Dew ; 
 Anon, beneath the Mower's Hand, 
 Swept down, all wither'd ftrows the Land 
 
 JBy clofing Day, 
 
PS.AL M XC. 143 
 
 5 Thine Eyes our inmoft Guilt can read, 
 Thy Preience on each impious Deed 
 (That ftudious fliuns the Sight of Day) 
 Refiftlefs darts its fearching Ray, 
 
 Thou Judge of All. 
 
 6 O who thy Terrors juftly weighs? 
 Who to thy Pow'r fubmiffive pays 
 Proportion'd Homage? — Teach us, Thou, 
 To count Life's Moments as they flow, 
 
 And learn tQ die. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 RETURN, O God of Hosts, return; 
 How long fhall we thine Abfencc mourn f 
 Return, and let thy wonted Love 
 
 Our Sins fubdue, our Griefs remove 
 
 With fpeedieft Aid. 
 
 8 O vifit with enliv'ning Grace 
 Thy Servants lab'ring in Diftrefs; 
 Regard thy Mercy's dear Defign, 
 And raiie with Lenity divine 
 
 Their fainting Souls. 
 
 9 Thy bounteous Goodnefs, Lord, impart, 
 And fill with Joy each drooping Heart: 
 In thine Indulgence may we reft, 
 
 Since wretched Man alone is bleit 
 
 Beneath thy Smile. 
 
 10 Our Souls devoted to be thine, 
 
 And on their Race, through Ages fhine ; 
 Their pious Labours deign to own, 
 Aid them in doing, and when done, 
 
 Accept and blefs, 
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[ 144 j 
 
 PSALM XCI, Metre v. 
 
 1 TJ O W bleft the Man, how fafe from Harm, 
 JL> JL Who to his Saviour flies! 
 
 And on his Truth and mighty Arm 
 Alone for Help relies ! 
 
 2 He from the Fowler's fecret Snare 
 
 Thy trembling Feet fhall guide; 
 And flii eld from Plagues that walk the Air 
 With Death's gigantic Stride. 
 
 3 His overfpreading Wings of Love 
 
 Shall fure Protection yield ; 
 While his eternal Troth fhall prove 
 Thine adamantine Shield. 
 
 4 What though ftrange Terrors fill the N ight ? 
 
 Death's Shafts obfcure the Day? 
 He, thy Salvation's Strength and Light, 
 Shall chafe each Fear away. 
 
 5 Whattho' fierce Plagues, thro' horrid Gloom, 
 
 With wild Deftruclion reign ? 
 Tho' Thoufands round thee crowd the Tomb, 
 Ten Thoufands prefs the Plain ? 
 
 6 Thine Eyes {hall fee his vengeful Rod, 
 
 And not one Pear moleft; 
 In the hirh Frien Jflup of thy God, 
 Supiemely fafe and bleft. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 YE Sons of Men, a feeble Race, 
 
 Expos'd to ev'ry Snare, 
 Come, make the Lord your Dwelling-place, 
 And try, and trufl his Care. 
 
P SAL M XCL 145 
 
 8 1V0 111 mall enter where you dwell; 
 
 Or if the Plague come nigh, 
 And fweep the Wicked down to Hell, 
 'Twill raife the Saints on high. 
 
 9 He'll give his Angels Charge to keep 
 
 Your Feet in all their Ways ; 
 To watch your Pillow while you fleer* 
 And guard your happy Davs. 
 
 10 Their Hands mall bear you left you fall 
 
 And dafh againft the Stones : 
 
 Are they not Servants at his Call, 
 
 And lent f attend his Sons ? 
 
 11 Adders and Lions ye fhall tread; 
 
 The Tempter's Wiles defeat ; 
 He that hath broke the Serpent's Head, 
 Puts him beneath your Feet. 
 
 12" Becaufe on Me they fet their Love, 
 " I'll fave them, (faith the Lord) 
 " I'll bear their joyful Souls above 
 " Definition and the Sword, 
 
 13 " My Grace mail anfwer when they call ; 
 
 "In Trouble I'll be nigh : 
 " My Pow'r {hall help them when they fall, 
 " And raife them when they die. 
 
 14 " Thofe that onEarthmyName have known, 
 
 " I'll honour them in Fleav'n; 
 " There my Salvation fhall be mown, 
 " And endlefs Life be eiv'n." 
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[ 146 J 
 P S A L M XCI. Metre ii. 
 
 1 T T E that hath made his Refuge God, 
 JL JL Shall find a moft fecure Abode ; 
 Shall walk all Day beneath his Shade, 
 And there at Night mall reft his Head. 
 
 2 Then will I fay, " My God, thy Pow'r 
 " Shall be my Fortrefs and my Tow'r; 
 
 11 I, that am form'd of feeble Duft, 
 
 " Make thine Almighty Arm my Truft." 
 
 3 Thrice happy Man ! Thy Maker's Care 
 Shall keep thee from the Fowler's Snare, 
 Satan the Fowler, who betrays 
 Unguarded Souls a thoufand Ways. 
 
 4 Juft as a Hen protects her Brood 
 
 From Birds of Prey that feek their Blood, 
 Under her Feathers ; fo the Lord 
 Makes his own Arm his People's Guard. 
 
 5 If burning Beams of Noon confpire 
 To dart a peflilential Fire, 
 
 God is their Life, his Wings are fpread 
 To fhield them with an healthful Shade. 
 
 6 If Vapours with malignant Breath 
 Rife thick, and fcatter Midnight-Death, 
 Ifrael is fafe: — The poiion'd Air 
 Grows pure, if IfvaeV s God be there. 
 
 PSALM XCII. Metre i. 
 1 TPHQU who art enthron'd above, 
 
 A Thou by whom we live and move ; 
 £ O how fweet with joyful Tongue 
 To relbund thy Praife in Song ! 
 
PSAL M XCII. I4T" 
 
 When the Morning paints the Skies, 
 When the fparkling Stars arife, 
 Ail thy Favours to rehearfe, 
 And give Thanks in grateful Verfe. 
 
 2 Sweet the Day of facred Reft, 
 WKen Dev(.:.on fills the Breaft; 
 When we dwell within thy Houie,- 
 Hear thy Word, and pay our Vows :— 
 Notes to Heav'n's high Maniion raifj, 
 Fill its Courts with joyful Praife; 
 
 Let repeated Hymns proclaim 
 Great Jehovah's awful Name. 
 
 3 From thy Works our Jovs arife, 
 O Thou only Good and Wife ! 
 Who thy Wonders can declare ? 
 How profound thy Couniels are i 
 Warm our Hearts with facred Fire, 
 Grateful Fervours frill infpire ; 
 
 All our Pow'rs, with all their Might, 
 Ever in thy Praife unite. 
 
 PSAL M XCII. Metre ii. 
 
 1 CWEET is theWork,myGoD,mvKiKG, 
 O To praife thy Name, give 1 'hanks and ling; 
 To fhew thy Love by Morning Light, 
 And talk of all thy Truth at Night. 
 
 2 Sw r eet is the Day of facred Reft; 
 
 No mortal Cares fhall feize my Breaft; 
 O may mv Heart in Tune be found, 
 Like David's Harp of folemn Sound ! 
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148 PSALM XCII. 
 
 3 My Heart mall triumph in my Lord, 
 And b!efs his Works, and blefs his Word: 
 Thy Works of Grace, how bright they 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 flourifli, till thy Breath 
 Blaft them in everlaftihg Death. 
 
 5 But I mall fliare a glorious Part 
 
 When Grace hath well refin'd my Heart, 
 And frefh Supplies of Joy are filed, 
 Like holy Oil, to cheer my Head. 
 
 6 Sin (my worft Enemy before) 
 
 Shall vex my Eyes and Ears no more: 
 My inward Foes mail all be flain, 
 Nor Satan break my Peace again. 
 
 7 Then (hall T fee, and hear, and know, 
 All I defir'd or wifh'd below; 
 
 And ev'ry Pow'r find fweet Employ 
 In that eternal World of Joy. 
 
 P A R T II. 
 
 8 LORD, 'tis a pleafant Thing to ftand 
 In Gardens planted by thine Hand; 
 Let me within thy Courts be feen 
 Like a young Cedar, frefh and green. 
 
 9 There grow thy Saints in Faith and Love, 
 Bleft with thy Influence from above; 
 'Hot .Lebanon, with all its Trees, 
 Yields fuch a comely Sight as thefe. 
 
PSALM XCIII. 149 
 
 10 The Plants of Grace {hall ever live; 
 (Nature decays, but Grace mud thrive) 
 Time, that doth all Things elfe impair, 
 Still makes them flourifh ftrong and fair, 
 
 11 Laden with Fruits of Age, they (hew 
 The Lord is Holy, Juft, and True: 
 None that attend his Gates (hall find 
 A God unfaithful or unkind. 
 
 PSALM XCIII. Metre i. 
 
 1 TTT7ITH Glory clad, with Strength 
 
 VV array 'd, 
 
 The Lord that o'er all Nature reigns, 
 The World's Foundation ffrongly laid, 
 And the vaft Fabric ftill fufhins. 
 
 2 How fure eflablifh'd is thy Throne! 
 Which fhall no Change or Period fee; 
 For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone,, 
 Art God from all Eternity.. 
 
 3 The fwelling Floods tumultuous rile, 
 Aloud the angry Tempefts roar, 
 Lift their proud Billows to the Skies, 
 And foam and lafh the trembling Shore. 
 
 4 The Lord, the mighty God on high,. 
 Controls the fiercely raging Seas ; 
 
 He fpeaks ! — and Noife and Tempeft fly, 
 The Waves fink down in gentle Peace, 
 
 5. Thy fov'reign Laws are ever fure,. 
 Eternal Holincfs is Thine; 
 And, Lord, thy People mould be pure,-. 
 And in thy bi eft Refemblance mine.. 
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 PSALM XCIII. Metre ii. 
 
 THE Lord Jehovah reigns, 
 And royal State maintains, 
 His Head with awful Glories crown'd : 
 Array 'd in Robes of Light, 
 Begirt with fov'reign Might, 
 And Rays of Majefty around. 
 
 Upheld by thy Commands, 
 
 The World fecurely ftands ; 
 And Skies and Stars obey thy Word : 
 
 Thy Throne was fix'd on high, 
 
 Before the ftarry Sky ; 
 Eternal is thy Kingdom, Lord. 
 
 In vain the noify Crowd, 
 
 Like Billows fierce and loud, 
 Againft thine Empire rage and roar: 
 
 In vain with angry Spite, 
 
 The furious Nations fight, 
 And dafti like Waves againft the Shore. 
 
 Let Floods and Nations rage, 
 
 And all their Pow'rs engage ; 
 Let fwelling Tides aflault the Sky ; 
 
 The Terrors of thy Frown 
 
 Shall beat their Madnefs down ; 
 Thy Throne for ever ftands on high, 
 
 Thy Promifes are true, 
 
 Thy Grace is ever new : 
 There fix'd thy Church mall ne'er remove : 
 
 Thy Saints with holy Fear 
 
 Shall in thy Courts appear, 
 And fmg thine everlafting Love. 
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 P S A L M xcrv. 
 
 1 /^\ GOD, to whom Revenge belongs 
 V>/ Proclaim thy Wrath aloud ; 
 
 Let fov'reign Pow'r redrefs our Wrongs, 
 Let Juftice finite the Proud. 
 
 2 They fay, " The Lord nor fees nor hears ;" 
 
 When will the Fools be wife ! 
 Can He be deaf, who form'd their Ears? 
 Or blind who made their Lyes ? 
 
 3 He knows their impious Thoughts are vain, 
 
 And they (hall feel his Pow'r; 
 His Wrath fhall pierce their Souls with Pain, 
 In fome furprifing Hour. 
 
 4 But if thy Saints deferve Rebuke, 
 
 Thou haft a gentler Rod ; 
 Thy Providences and thy Book 
 Shall make them know their God, 
 
 5 Bleft is the Man thy Hands challife, 
 
 And to his Duty draw : 
 Thy Scourges make thy Children wife> 
 When they forget thy Law. 
 
 6 But God will ne'er caft off his Saints, 
 
 Nor his own Promife break; 
 He pardons his Inheritance, 
 For their Redeemer's Sake 
 
 P A R T II. 
 
 7- WHO will arife and plead my Right 
 Againft my num'rous Foes, 
 While Earth and Hell their Force unite, 
 And all mv Hopes oppofe? 
 G 6 
 
152 PSALM XCV. 
 
 8 Had not the Lord, my Rock, my Help, 
 
 Suftain'd my fainting Head, 
 My Life had now in Silence dwelt, 
 My Soul among the Dead. 
 
 9 " Alas! my Aiding Feet!" I cry'd; 
 
 Thy Promife was my Prop: 
 Thy Grace flood conftant by my Side : 
 Thy Spirit bore me up. 
 
 10 While Multitudes of mournful Thoughts 
 
 Within my Bofom roll; 
 Thy boundlefs Love forgives my Faults, 
 Thy Comforts cheer my Soul. 
 
 1 1 Pow'rs of Iniquity may rife, 
 
 And frame pernicious Laws: 
 But God my Refuge rules the Skies, 
 He will defend my Caufe. 
 
 J 2 Let Malice vent her Rage aloud, 
 Let bold Blafphemer's feoff; 
 The Lord our God mail judge the Proud, 
 And cut the Sinners off. 
 
 PSALM XCV. Metre I 
 
 COME, found his Praife abroad, 
 And Hymns of Glory fmg ; 
 Jehovah is the fov'reign God, 
 The univerfai King. 
 
 He form'd the Deeps unknown ; 
 He gave the Seas their Bound ; 
 The wat'ry Worlds are all his own.; 
 And all the folid Ground. 
 
P S A L M XCV. 153 
 
 Come, worfliip at his Throne; 
 
 Come, low. before the Lord : 
 We are his Work, and not our own, 
 He form'd us by his Word. 
 
 To-day attend his Voice, 
 . Nor dare provoke his Rod ; 
 Come, like the People of his Choice, 
 
 And own your gracious God. 
 
 But if your Ears refuie 
 The Language of his Grace, 
 And Hearts grow hard like ftubborn Jews, 
 That unbelieving Race ; 
 
 The Lord, in Vengeance dreft, 
 Will lift his Hand and fwear, 
 " You that defpis'd my promis'd Reft 
 u Shall have no Portion there." 
 
 P S A L M XCV. Metre ii. 
 
 1 O ING to the Lord Jehovah's Name, 
 O And in his Strength rejoice ; 
 
 When his Salvation is our Theme* 
 Exalted be our Voice. 
 
 2 With. Thanks approach his awful Sight, 
 
 And Piaims of Honour fing ; 
 The Lord's a God of bound! eis Might, 
 The whole Creation's King. 
 
 3 Let Princes hear, let Angels know, 
 
 How. mean their Natures feem, 
 Thofe Gods on high, and Gods below, 
 When once compar'd with Him. 
 
154 P S A L M XCV. 
 
 4 Earth, with its Caverns dark and deep, 
 
 Lies in his fpacious Hand ; 
 He fix'd the Seas what Bounds to keep, 
 And where the Hills muft ftand. 
 
 5 Come, and with humble Souls adore, 
 
 Come, kneel before his Face; 
 O may the Creatures of his Pow'r 
 Be Children of his Grace ! 
 
 6 Now is the Time, He bends his Ear, 
 
 And waits for your Requeft ; 
 Come, left He rouzehis Wrath, and fwear, 
 " Ye fliall not fee my Reft." 
 
 PSALM XCV. Metre iii. 
 
 1 /^ COME, loud Anthems let us fmg, 
 V^/ Loud Thanks to our Almighty King : 
 For we our Voices high fliould raiie, 
 When our Salvation's Rock we praife 
 
 2 Into his Prefence let us hafte, 
 
 To thank Him for his Favours paft; 
 To Him addrefs, in joyful Songs, 
 The Praife that to his Name belongs. 
 
 3 The Depths of Earth are in his Hand, 
 Her fecret Wealth at his Command ; 
 The Strength of Hills that threat the Skies 
 Subjected to his Empire lies. 
 
 4 The rolling Ocean's vaft Abyfs 
 
 By the fame fov'reign Right is His; 
 'Tis mov'd by the Almighty Hand 
 That form'd and fix'd the folid Lancf. 
 
P S A L M XCVI. 155 
 
 O let us to his Courts repair, 
 And bow with Adoration there ; 
 Down on our Knees devoutly All 
 Before the Lord our Maker fall. 
 
 P S A L M XCVI. Metre i. 
 
 1 O IXG to the Lord, ye diftant Lands, 
 O Ye Tribes of ev'ry Tongue: 
 
 His new difcover'd Grace demands 
 A new and nobler Song. 
 
 2 Say to the Nations, Jesus reigns, 
 
 God's own Almighty Sox: 
 His Pow'r the linking World mrtains, 
 And Grace furrounds his Throne. 
 
 3 Let Heav'n proclaim the joyful Day, 
 
 Joy through the Earth be feen ; 
 Let Cities fliine in bright Array, 
 And Fields in cheerful Green. 
 
 4 Let an unufual Joy furprife 
 
 The Iflands of the Sea : 
 Ye Mountains fink, ye Valleys 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. 
 
 6 But when his Voice mail raife the Dead, 
 
 And bid the World draw near, 
 How will the guilty Nations dread 
 To fee their Judge appear! 
 
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 PSALM XCVL Metre if] 
 
 1 C* ING to the Lord fome new-taught Song; 
 O Earth, to his Name the Note prolong: 
 Till Realms remote his Acts have known, 
 And Man's own Race his Wonders own. 
 
 2 Great is the Lord, and great his Praife: 
 What God like Him our Fear can raife? 
 Not fuch as Heathen Lands afford, 
 Created fhft, and then ador'd. 
 
 3 Yield to his Name the Honours due; 
 Oft to his Courts your Way purfue 
 With folemn Step; and joyful bring 
 The Offering to your heav'nly King, 
 
 4 Before the Beauty of his Shrine, 
 Ye Saints in low Proftration join; 
 Ye Natives of each diftant Shore, 
 His Pow'r revere; his Name adore. 
 
 P S A L M XCVL Metre iil. 
 1 : ■ ET all the Earth their Voices raife 
 * ^ To fing the choiceft Pfalm of Praife, 
 
 To fing and bleis Jehovah's Name: 
 His Glory let the Heathens know, 
 His Wonders to the Nations ihow, 
 And all his laving Works proclaim. 
 
 2 The Heathens know thy Glory, Lord; 
 The wond'ring Nations read thy Word, 
 
 In Britain is Jehovah known: 
 Our Wormip fhali no more be paid 
 To Gods which mortal Hands have made; 
 Our Maker. is our God alone. 
 
PSAL M XCVIL 157 
 
 3 He fram'd the Globe, He built the Sky, 
 He made the fhining Worlds on high, 
 
 And reigns complete in Glory there: 
 His Beams are Majefty and Light ; 
 His Beauties how divinely bright! 
 
 His Temple how divinely fair ! 
 
 4 Come the great Day, the glorious Hour, 
 When Earth mall feel his laving Pow'r, 
 
 And barb'rous Nations fear his Name; 
 Then mall the Race of Man confefs 
 The Beauty of his Holinefs, 
 
 And in his Courts his Grace proclaim. 
 
 PSALM XCVIL Metre i. 
 
 1 "V7"E Iflands of the Northern Sea 
 
 A Rejoice, the Saviour reigns; 
 His Word, like Fire, prepares his Way, 
 And Mountains melt to Plains. 
 
 2 His Prcfence finks the proudeft Hills, 
 
 And makes the Valleys rife : 
 The humble Soul enjoys his Smiles, 
 The haughty Sinner dies. 
 
 3 The Heav'ns his rightful Pow'r proclaim; 
 
 The Idol-Gods around 
 Fill their own Worihippers with Shame, 
 And totter to the Ground. 
 
 4 Adoring Angels at his Birth 
 
 Make the Redeemer known; 
 Thus fhall He come to judge the Earth, 
 And Angels guard his Tlirone. 
 
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 5 His Foes fhall tremble at his Sight, 
 
 And Hills and Seas retire : 
 His Children take their fecret Flight, 
 And leave the World on Fire. 
 
 6 The Seeds of Joy and Glory fown 
 
 For Saints in Darknefs here, 
 Shall rife and fpring in Worlds unknown, 
 And a rich Harveft bear. 
 
 PSALM XCVIL Metre ii. 
 
 1 T T E reigns, the Lord, the S AviouRreigns! 
 JljL Praiie Him in evangelic Strains: 
 
 Let the whole Earth in Songs rejoice, 
 And diftant Iflands join their Voice. 
 
 2 Deep are his Counfels and unknown ; 
 But Grace and Truth fupport his Throne : 
 Though gloomy Clouds his Way furround, 
 Juftice is their eternal Ground. 
 
 3 In Robes of Judgment, lo ! He comes, 
 Shakes the wide Earth, and cleaves theToinbs! 
 Before Him burns devouring Fire, 
 
 The Mountains melt, the Seas retire ! 
 
 4 His Enemies, with fore Difmay, 
 
 Fly from the Sight 3 and fhun the Day ; 
 Then lift your Heads, ye Saints, on high, 
 And fing, for your Redemption's nigh. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 5 THE Lord is come; theHeav'ns proclaim 
 His Birth; the Nations learn his Name: 
 An unknown Star direfts the Road 
 
 Of Eajiern Sages to their God, 
 
P S A L M XCVIII. 159 
 
 6 All ye bright Armies of the Skies, 
 Go, worlhip where the Saviour lies: 
 Angels and Kings before Him bow, 
 Thoie Gods on high, and Gods below* 
 
 7 Let Idols totter to the Ground, 
 
 And their own Worihippers confound;. 
 
 But Judah ihout, but Ziou fing, 
 
 And Earth confers her fov'reign King. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 8 TH* .Almighty reigns exalted high 
 O'er all the Earth, o'er all the Sky; 
 Though Clouds and Darknefs veil his Feet, 
 His Dwelling is the Mercy-Ssat. 
 
 9 O ye that love his holy Name, 
 Hate ev'ry Work of Sin and Shame : 
 He guards the Souls oi all his Friends, 
 And from the Snares of Hell defends. 
 
 10 Immortal Light, and Toys unknown, 
 Arc for the Saints in Darknefs fown ; 
 Thofe glorious Seeds lhall fpring and rife, 
 And the bright Harveit blefs our Eves. 
 
 ] I Rejoice, ye Righteous, and record 
 The f acred Honours of the Lord : 
 None but the Soul that feels his Grace, 
 Can triumph in his Holinefs. 
 
 PSALM XCVIII. 
 1 h I \3 our Almighty Maker, God, 
 JL New Honours be addreft ; 
 His great Salvation (nines abroad, 
 And makes the Nations bleit. 
 
160 P S A L M XCIX. 
 
 2 He fpake the Word to Abraham firft; 
 
 His Truth fulfils- the Grace; 
 The Gentiles make his Name their Truft, 
 And learn his Righteoufnefs. 
 
 3 Let the whole Earth his Love proclaim 
 
 With all her difFrent Tongues; 
 And fpread the Honours of his Name 
 In Melody and Songs. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 4 JOY to the World; the Lord is come! 
 
 Let Earth receive her King: 
 Let ev'ry Heart prepare Him Room,. 
 And Heav'n and Nature fing. 
 
 5 Joy to the Earth; the Saviour reigns f 
 
 Let men their Songs employ ; 
 While Seas andShores, Rocks, Hills andPlains, 
 Repeat the founding Joy. 
 
 6 No more let Sins and Sorrows grow, 
 
 Nor Thorns infeft the Ground; 
 He comes to make his Bleflings flow, 
 Far as the Curfe is found. 
 
 7 He rules the World with Truth and Grace; 
 
 And makes the Nations prove 
 The Glories of his Righteoufnefs, 
 And Wonders of his Love. 
 
 PSALM XCIX. 
 
 1 r I % HE God Jehovah reigns, 
 A Let all the Nations fear : 
 Let Sinners tremble at his Throne, 
 And Saints be humble there. 
 
P S A L M XCIX. 161 
 
 Jesus the Saviour reigns, 
 Let Earth adore its Lord : 
 Bright Cherubs his Attendants ftand, 
 Swift to fulfil his Word. 
 
 In Zion is his Throne, 
 His Honours are divine; 
 His Church fhall make his Wonders known. 
 For there his Glories fhine. 
 
 How holv is his Name ! 
 How terrible his Praife ! 
 Juftice and Truth, and Judgment join 
 In all his Works of Grace. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 EXALT the Lord our God, 
 And worfhip at his Feet; 
 His Nature is all Holinefs, 
 And Mercy is his Seat. 
 
 When Ifrael was his Church, 
 When Aaron was his Prieft, 
 When Mofes cry'd, when Samuel pray'd, 
 He gave his People Reft. 
 
 Oft He forgave their Sins, 
 Nor would deftroy their Race ; 
 And oft He made his Vengeance known, 
 When they abus'd his Grace. 
 
 Exalt the Lord our God, 
 Whofe Grace is ftill the fame; 
 Still He's a God of Holinefs, 
 And jealo us for his Name, 
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[ WE ] 
 P S A L M C. 
 
 1 ALL People that on Earth do dwell, 
 jLJl Sing to the Lord with cheerful Voice 
 Him ferve with Fear, his Praife forth-tell, 
 Come ye before Him and rejoice. 
 
 2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed, 
 Without our Aid He did us make, 
 We are his Flock, He doth us feed, 
 And for his Sheep He doth us take. 
 
 3 O enter then his Gates with Praife, 
 Approach with Joy his Courts unto; 
 Praife, laud, and blefs his Name always, 
 For it is feemly fo to do. 
 
 4 For why? the Lord our God is good, 
 His Mercy is for ever fure : 
 
 His Truth at all Times firmly flood, 
 And mail from Age to Age endure. 
 
 VERSION II. 
 
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 To God their cheerful Voices raife 
 Glad Homage pay with hallow'd Mirth, 
 And fmg before Him Songs of Praife. 
 
 2 Convinced that He is God alone, 
 From whom both we and All proceed ; 
 We whom He choofes for his own., 
 The Flock that He vouchfafes to feed. 
 
 3 O enter then his Temple-Gate, 
 Thence to his Courts devo :dy prefs, 
 And frill your grateful Hymns repeat, 
 And ftill his Name with Praifes blefs. 
 
P SAL M CI. 163 
 
 4 For He's the Lord, fupremely good, 
 His Mercy is for ever fare; 
 His Truth, which always firmly flood, 
 To endlefs Ages mall endure. 
 
 V E R S I O N III. 
 
 1 T> EFORE Jehovah's awful Throne, 
 JD Ye Nations bow with facred Joy; 
 Know that the Lord is God alone; 
 
 He can create, and He deftroy. 
 
 2 His fov'reign PowV, without our Aid, 
 Made us of Clay, and form'd us Men : 
 And when like wand'ring Sheep we ftray'd, 
 He brought us to his Fold again. 
 
 3 We are his People, we his Care, 
 
 Our Souls, and all our mortal Frame: — 
 What lading Honours (hall we rear, 
 Almighty Maker, to thy Name? 
 
 4 We'll crowd thy Gates with thankful Songs ; 
 High as the Heav'ns our Voices raife ; 
 And Earth, with her ten Thoufand Tongues, 
 Shall fill thy Courts with founding Praiie. 
 
 5 Wide as the World is thy Command ! 
 Vaft as Eternity thy Love ! 
 
 Firm as a Rock thy Truth muft ftand, 
 When rolling Year.s fhall ceafe to move, 
 
 PSA L^l CI. 
 
 F Juftice and of Grace I fing, 
 And pay my God my Vows ; 
 Thy Grace and Juftice, heav'nly King, 
 Teach me to rule my Houfe- 
 
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164 P S A L M C1I. 
 
 2 Now to my Tent, O God, repair, 
 
 And make thy Servant wife; 
 
 I'll fuffer nothing near me there, 
 
 That fhall offend thine Eyes. 
 
 3 The Man that doth his Neighbour wrong 
 
 By Falfehood or by Force, 
 The fcornful Eye, the flandVous Tongue, 
 I'll thruft them from my Doors. 
 
 4 I'll feek the Faithful and the Juft, 
 
 And will their Help enjoy: 
 Thefe are the Friends that f will truft, 
 The Servants I'll employ. 
 
 £ The Wretch that meditates Deceit 
 I'll not endure a Night : 
 The Liar's Tongue I ever hate, 
 And banifh from my Sight. 
 
 6 I'll purge my Family around, 
 And make the wicked flee: 
 So fhall mv Houfe be ever found 
 A Dwelling meet for Thee, 
 
 PSALM CII. 
 
 1 TTEAR me, O God, nor hide thy Face 
 XJL But anfwer* left I die: 
 
 Haft Thou not built a Throne of Grace; 
 To hear when Sinners cry ? 
 
 2 My Days are wafted like the Smoke 
 
 "Diffolving in the Air : 
 My Strength is dry'd, my Heart is broke, 
 And finking in Defpair. 
 
PS A L M CII. 165 
 
 3 So walks the Pelican diftreft, 
 
 The Bird of Night fo ihrieks : 
 So the fad Sparrow from his Ned, 
 His loft Companion feeks. 
 
 4 Senfe can afford no real Joy 
 
 To Souls that feel thv Frown ; 
 Lord, 'twas thy Hand advanc'd me high, 
 Thy Hand hath call me down. 
 
 5 I like a wither' d Leaf appear; 
 
 And Life's declining Light 
 Grows faint as Ev'ning Shadows are* 
 That vaniih into Night. 
 
 6 But Thou for ever art the fame, 
 
 O my eternal God ; 
 Ages to come mall know thy Name, 
 And fpread thy Works abroad. 
 
 7 Thou wilt arife, and mew thy Face, . 
 
 Nor will. my Lord delay 
 Beyond th' appointed Hour of Grace, 
 That long-expected Daw 
 
 8 He hears his Saints, He knows their Cry, 
 
 And by mvfterious Ways 
 Redeems the Pris'ners doom'd to die. 
 And fills their Tongues with Praiie 
 
 PART II. 
 
 9 LET Zion and her Sons rejoice, 
 
 Behold the promised Hour : 
 
 Her God hath heard her mourning Voice', 
 And comes t' exalt his PowY 
 
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166 P S A L M CIL 
 
 10 Her Duft and Ruins that remain 
 
 Are precious in our Eyes ; 
 Thofe Ruins fliall be built again, 
 And all that Duft iliall rife. 
 
 11 The Lord will raife Jerufalem, 
 
 And ftand in Glory there ; 
 Nations fhall bow before his Name, 
 And Kings attend with Fear. 
 
 1 2 He fits a Sov'reign on his Throne, 
 
 With Pity in his Eyes : 
 He hears the dying Pris'ners groan, 
 And fees their Sighs arife. 
 
 13 He frees -the Souls condemned to Death, 
 
 And when his Saints complain, 
 'Twill ne'er be faid, " That praying Breath 
 " Was ever fpent in vain." 
 
 14 This iliall be known when we are dead, 
 
 And left on long Record, 
 That Ages yet unborn may read, 
 And truft and praife the Lord. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 15 IT is the Lord our Saviour's Hand 
 Weakens our Strength amidft the Race ; 
 Difeafe and Death at his Command 
 Arreft us, and cut fhort our Days. 
 
 16 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, 
 Nor let our Sun go down at Noon \ 
 Thy Years are one eternal Day, 
 And mufl thy Children die lo ibon ? 
 
PSALM CIII. 161 
 
 17 Yet in the mi ail of Death and Grief, 
 This Thought our Sorrow iliall affuige; 
 " Our Father and our Saviour live; 
 " Christ is the fame through ev'ry Age/' 
 
 13 'Twas He this Earth's Foundation laid; 
 Heav'n is the Building of his Hand; 
 ThisEarthgrowsold,thefeHeav'nsiliallfade ? 
 And all be chang'd at his Command. 
 
 19 The ftarry Curtains of the Sky, 
 Like Garments iliall be laid afide; 
 
 But full thy Throne (lands firm and higli ; 
 Thy Church for ever muft abide. 
 
 20 Before thy Face thy Church iliall live, 
 And on thy Throne thy Children reign ; 
 This dying World iliall they furvive, 
 And the dead Saints be rais'd again. 
 
 P S A L M CIII. Metre i. 
 
 1 f\ BLESS the Lord, mySoui! 
 V>^ Let all within me join, 
 
 And aid my Tongue to blefe his Name, 
 Whofe Favours are divine. 
 
 2 O blefs the Lord, mv Soul ! 
 Nor let his Mercies lie 
 
 Forgotten in Unthankfulnefs, 
 And without Praifes die. 
 
 3 'Tis lie forgives thy Sins, 
 ' lis He relieves thy Pain, 
 
 'Tis Me who heals thy Sickneffes, 
 
 And makes rhee young again, 
 
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163 P S A L M CHI. 
 
 4 He crowns thy Life with Lave, 
 When ranfom'd from the Grave j 
 
 He that redeem'd my Soul from Hell, 
 Hath fov'reign Pow'r to fave. 
 
 5 He fills the Poor with Good ; 
 He gives the SufFrers Reft ; 
 
 The Lord hath Judgments for the Proud, 
 And Juftice for th' Oppreft. 
 
 6 His wond'rous Works and Ways 
 He made by Mofes known ; 
 
 But fent the World his Truth and Grace, 
 By his beloved Son. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 MY Soul repeat his Praife, 
 Whofe Mercies are fo great ; 
 
 Whofe Anger is fo flow to rife, 
 So ready to abate. 
 
 8 God will not always chide; 
 And when his Strokes are felt, 
 
 His Strokes are, fewer than our Crimes, 
 And lighter than our Guilt. 
 
 9 High as the Heav'ns are rais'd 
 Above the Ground we tread, 
 
 So far the Riches of his Grace 
 Our higheft Thoughts exceed, 
 
 i His Pow'r fubdues our Sins, 
 And his forgiving Love 
 Far as the Eaft is from the Weji 9 
 Doth all our Guilt remove. 
 
PSALM CIII. 169 
 
 1 1 The Pity of the Lord 
 
 To thofe that fear his Name, 
 Is fuch as tender Parents feel , 
 He knows our feeble Frame. 
 
 12 He knows we are but Duft 
 Scattered with ev'rv Breath; 
 
 His Anger, like a rifing Wind, 
 Can lend us fwift to Death ! 
 
 13 Our Days are as the Grafs, 
 Or like the Morniiig-Flow'r : 
 
 If one fharp Blaft fweep o'er the Field, 
 It withers in an Hour. 
 
 14 But thy Companions, Lord, 
 To endlefs Years endure; 
 
 And Children's Children ever find 
 Thy Word of Promife fare. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 15 THE Lord, the fov 'reign King, 
 Hath fix'd his Throne on high ; 
 
 O'er all the heav'nly World He rules, 
 And All beneath the Sky. 
 
 16 Ye Angels, great in Might, 
 And fwift to do his Will, 
 
 Blefs ye the Lord, whofe Voice ye hear, 
 Whofe Pleafure ye fulfil. 
 
 17 Let the bright Hofts who wait 
 The Orders of their King, 
 
 And guard his Churches w r hen they pray, 
 Join in the Praife thev fing. 
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170 PSAL M CHt 
 
 18 While all his wond'rous Works 
 Through his vaft Kingdom fhew 
 Their Maker's Glory, — thou, my Soul* 
 Shalt ling his Graces too. 
 
 PSAL M CIIL Metre ii. 
 
 LESS, O my Soul, the living God, 
 'Call home thy Thoughts that roveabroad; 
 Let all the Pow'rs "within me joi<v 
 In Work and Worlhip lo divine. 
 
 2 B=efs, O my Soul, the God of Grace ; 
 His Favours claim thy high eft Praife: 
 Why mould the Wonders He hath wrought 
 lie loft in Silence, and forgot? 
 
 3 Tis Fie, my Soul, that feat his Son 
 To die for Crimes which thou haft done: 
 Fie owns the Ranfom, and forgives 
 The hourly Follies of our Lives. 
 
 4 The Vices of the Mind He heals, 
 And cures the Pains that Nature feels : 
 Redeems the Soul from Hell, and faves 
 Our waiting Life from threat'ning Graves, 
 
 5 Our Youth decay'd, his Pow'r repahs; 
 His Mercy crowns our growing Years* 
 He fuisnes our Mouths with Good, 
 And fills our Hopes with heav'nly Food. 
 
 6 Let the whole Earth his Pow'r confefs; 
 Let the whole Earth adore his Grace ; 
 The Gentile with the Jew fnail join 
 
 In Work and Worihip fo divine, 
 
P S A L M CIV. Ill 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 THE Lord abounds with tender Love, 
 And unexampled Acts of Grace: 
 
 His waken'd Wrath does flowly move. 
 His willing Mercy flows apace. 
 
 8 As high as Heav'n its Arch extends, 
 Above this little Spot of Clay; 
 
 So much his boundlefs Love tranfcends 
 The fmall Refpe&s that we can pay, 
 
 9 As far as 'tis from Eaft to TVe/l, 
 So far has He our Sins remov'd; 
 Who with a Father's tender Breail 
 Has fuch as fear him always lov'd. 
 
 10 For God, who all our Frame furveys, 
 Confiders that we are but Clay ; 
 How frefh foe'er we feem, our Days 
 Like Grafs or Flow'rs muft fade away. 
 
 1 1 While they are nipt with fudden Blafts, 
 
 Nor can we find their former Place ; 
 
 God's faithful Mercy ever lafts 
 
 To thofe that fear Him, and their Race. 
 
 12 Let ev'ry Creature jointly blefs 
 
 The mighty Lord; and thou, my Heart, 
 With grateful Joy thy Thanks exprefs, 
 And in this Concert bear thy Part. 
 
 PSALM CIV. 
 
 1 TV/fY Soul, thy great Creator praife; 
 IVJl When cloth 'd in his celeftial Rays 
 He in full Majefty appears, 
 And like a Robe his Glory wears, 
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172 P S A L M CIV. 
 
 2 The Heav'ns are for his Curtains fpread, 
 Th' unfathom'd Deep He makes his Bed ; 
 Clouds are his Chariot when He flies 
 On winged Storms acrofs the Skies.^ 
 
 3 Angels, whom his own Breath infpires, 
 His Minifters are flaming Fires ; 
 
 And fwift as Thought their Armies move, 
 To bear his Vengeance or his Love* 
 
 4 The World's Foundations by his Hand 
 Are pois'd, and mall for ever ftand; 
 He binds the Ocean in his Chain, 
 Left it fliould drown the Earth again. 
 
 5 When Earth was cover' d with the Flood r 
 Which high above the Mountains flood, 
 He thnnder'd, and the Ocean fled, . 
 Conhn'd to its appointed Bed. 
 
 6 The fwelling Billows know their Bound, 
 And in their Channels walk their Round; 
 Yet thence refrefh the thirfty Plain, 
 And Life in all its Forms fuftain. 
 
 7 He bids the cryftal Fountains flow, 
 And cheer the Vallies as they go ; 
 Tame Heifers there, their Thirft allay? 
 And for the Stream wild Afles bray. 
 
 $ From pleafant Trees which made the Brink, 
 The Lark and Linnet 'light to drink; 
 Their Songs the Lark and Linnet raife, % 
 And chide our Silence in his Praife, 
 
PSALM CIV. 173 
 
 PART II. 
 
 9 *GOD from his cloudy Ciftern pours 
 On the parch'd Earth enriching Show'rs; 
 The Grove, the Garden, and the Field, 
 A thoufand joyful Blellings yield. 
 
 10 He makes the graffy Food arife, 
 And gives the Cattle large Supplies ; 
 With Herbs for Man of various Pow'r, 
 To nourifh Nature, or to cure. 
 
 11 What noble Fruit the Vines produce ! 
 The Olive yields a fhining Juice ; 
 
 Our Hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous Wine, 
 With inward Joy our Faces (hine. 
 
 12 O blefs his Name, ye Britons, fed 
 With Nature's chief Supporter, Bread; 
 While Bread your vital Strength imparts, 
 Serve Him with Vigour in your Hearts. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 13 BEHOLD the (lately Cedar (lands. 
 Rais'd in the Forcft by his Hands ; 
 Birds to the Boughs for Shelter fly, 
 And build their Neils 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 Wifdorn where to dwells 
 
 15 He fets the Sun his circling Race, 
 Appoints the Moon. to change her Face, 
 And when thick Darkneis veils the Dav, 
 Calls out wild Beafts to hunt their: Prew 
 
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174 P S A L M CIV. 
 
 16 Fierce Lions lead their Young abroad, 
 And roaring afk their Meat from God ; 
 Bat when the Morning-Beams arife, 
 The favage Bead to Covert flies. 
 
 17 Then- Man to daily Labour goes; 
 
 The Night was made for his Repofe: — 
 Sleep is thy Gift, that fweet Relief 
 From tirefome Toil and wafting Grief. 
 
 18 How ftrange thy Works! how great thy Skill. 
 And ev'ry Land thy Riches fill ; 
 
 Thy Wifdom round the World we fee, 
 This fpacious Earth is full of Thee. 
 
 1 9 Nor iefs thy Glories in the Deep, 
 Where. Fifli in Millions fwim and creep 
 With wond'rous Motions, fwift or flow, 
 Still wand'ring in the Paths below. 
 
 20 There Ships divide their wat'ry Way, 
 And Flocks of fcalv Monfters play : 
 There dwells the huge Leviathan, 
 And foams and fports in fpite of Man. 
 
 PART IV. 
 
 21 VAST are thy Works, Almighty Lord ! 
 All Nature refts upon thy Word, 
 
 And the whole Race of Creatures ftands, 
 Waiting their Portion from thy Llands. 
 
 22 While each receives his different Food, 
 Their cheerful Looks pronounce it good ; 
 Eagles and Bears, and Whales and Worms, 
 Rejoice and praife in diiFrent forms. 
 
PSALM CV. 175 
 
 23 But when thy Face is hid, they mourn, 
 And dying, to their Duft return ; 
 Both Man and Beaft their Souls refign; 
 Life, Breath, and Spirit, all are Thine. 
 
 24 Yet thou canft breathe on Dull again, 
 And fill the World with Beafts and Men ; 
 A Word of thy creating Breath 
 Repairs the Wafte of Time and Death. 
 
 25 His Works, the Wonders of his Might, 
 Are honour'd with his own Delight; 
 How awful are his glorious Ways ! 
 The Lord is dreadful in his Praife. 
 
 26 The Earth ftands trembling at thy Stroke, 
 And at thy Touch the Mountains fmoke; 
 Yet humble Souls may fee thy Face, 
 And tell their Wants to fov'reign Grace 
 
 27 In Thee my Hopes and Wi flies meet, 
 And make my Meditations fweet ; 
 Thy Praifes (hall my Breath employ. 
 Till it expire in endlefs Joy*. 
 
 28 While haughty Sinners die accurft, 
 Their Glory bury'd with their Duit, 
 I to my God, my heav'nly Kixg, 
 Immortal Hallelujahs ling. 
 
 PSALM CV. 
 
 1 f~\ RENDER Thanks, and blefs theLoRD, 
 V^/ Invoke his facred Name: 
 Acquaint the Nations with his Deeds, 
 His matchlefs Deeds proclaim. 
 H 6 
 
176 PSAL M CV. 
 
 2 Sins; to his Praife in lofty Hymns, 
 
 His wond'rous Works rehearfe : 
 Make them the Theme of your Difcourfe, 
 The Subjeft of your Verfe. 
 
 3 Rejoice in his Almighty Name, 
 
 Alone to be ador'd; 
 And let their Hearts o'erflow with Joy 
 Who humbly feek the Lord. 
 
 4 Seek ye the Lord, his faving Strength 
 
 Devoutly ftill implore ; 
 And where he's ever prefent, feek 
 His Face for evermore. 
 
 5 O let the Works his Hands have wrought 
 
 Your Admiration move ; 
 Think on the Judgments of his Mouth, 
 And Wonders of his Love. 
 
 6 His Cov'nant, which he kept in Mind 
 
 For num'rous Ages pad, 
 
 To num'rous Ages yet behind 
 
 In equal Force mall laft. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 GOD fware to Abraham and his Seed, 
 
 And made the Bleffings fure ; 
 Gentiles the ancient Promiie read, 
 And find his Truth endure. 
 
 8 M Thy Seed fhall make all Nations blefl, 
 
 (Said the Almighty Voice). 
 " And Canaan's Land fhall be their Red:, 
 " The Type of heavenly Joys." 
 
P S A L M CV. 177 
 
 9 How large the Grant ! How rich the Grace, 
 To give them Canaan's Land, 
 When they were Strangers in the Place, 
 A little feeble Band. 
 
 10 Like Pilgrims through the Countries round, 
 
 Securely they remov'd ; - 
 And haughty Kings that on them frown'd, 
 Severely He reprov'd. 
 
 11 " Touch mine Anointed, and mv Ann 
 
 " Shall foon revenge the Wrong; 
 " The Man that does my Prophets Harm a 
 " Shall know their God is ftrong." 
 
 12 Then let the World forbear its Rage, 
 
 Nor put the Church in Fear : 
 Ifrael mull live through ev'ry Age, 
 And be th' Almighty's Care. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 13 THUS were the Tribes from Bondage 
 
 And left the hated Ground; [brought,. 
 Each fome Egyptian Spoils had got, 
 And not One feeble found. 
 
 J4 The Lord himfelf chofe out their Way, 
 And mark'd their Journeys right ; 
 Gave them a leading Cloud by Day, 
 A fiery Guide by Night. 
 
 15 They thirft; and Waters from the Rock 
 In rich Abundance flow ; 
 And following ftill the Courfe they took,. 
 Ran all the Defert through. 
 
178 PSALM CVL 
 
 1 6 O wond'rous Stream ! O bleffed Type 
 
 Of ever-flowing Grace ! 
 So Christ our Rock maintains our Life, 
 Through all this Wildernefs. 
 
 17 Thus guarded by th* Almighty Hand, 
 
 The chofen Tribes poffeft 
 Canaan the rich, the promis'd Land, 
 And there enjoy'd their Reft. 
 
 18 Then let the World forbear its Rage, 
 
 The Church renounce her Fear ; 
 Ijrael muft live through ev'ry Age, 
 And be th' Almighty's Care. 
 
 PSALM CVL Metre i. 
 
 1 r\ RENDER Thanks to God above, 
 V^/ The Fountain of eternal Love, 
 Whofe Mercy firm through Ages paft 
 Has flood, and fhall for ever laft. 
 
 2 Who can his mighty Deeds exprefs ! 
 Not only vaft, but numberlefs ! 
 What mortal Eloquence can raife 
 His Tribute of immortal Praife ! 
 
 3 Happy are they, and only they, 
 Who from thy Judgments never ftray, 
 Who know what's right, not only fo, 
 But always pra&ife what they know. 
 
 4 Extend to me that Favour, Lord, 
 Thou to thy Chofen doft afford ; 
 When thou return Tt to fet them free, 
 Let thy Salvation vifit me. 
 
P S A L M CVL J 79 
 
 5 O ! may I worthy prove to fee 
 Thy Saints in full Profperity! 
 That I the joyful Choir may join, 
 And count thy People's Triumph mine, 
 
 PSALM CVL Metre H. 
 
 1 ' " ET Songs of Jov to God afcend, 
 
 i J Whofe Love no Limit knows nor End; 
 But O, what Tongue in equal Lay 
 His A6ts can fpeak, his Praife difplay ? 
 Thrice happy who with ftedfaft Will 
 The Dilates of his Law fulfil! 
 
 2 O grant me, with thy Flock, to prove 
 The Pow'r of thy redeeming Love ; 
 And while thy Mercv on cur Heads 
 The Fulnefs of its Bleffing fheds, 
 With them th' accepted Hymn to fin<r 
 To Thee, my Saviour and my King. 
 
 3 Too faithful followers of our Sires, 
 
 Our Life with theirs, great God, confpires 
 Thy Wrath on this our Realm to call, 
 And teach thy Terrors here to fall ; 
 Where foon Oblivion can efface 
 Each Aft of thy ftupendous Grace. 
 
 4 Yet, {till our Father, frill our Friend, 
 To IfraeVs Voice, great God, attend; 
 That Sion with delighted Ear 
 
 The hallow'd Strains again may hear: 
 Thy Name the Subject of each Song, 
 Thy Praife the Boait of ev'ry Tongue. 
 
130 PSALM CVIL 
 
 5 O, thankful, hail th' Almighty Lord, 
 The God, by Jacob's Sons ador'd : 
 To Him through endlefs Ages raife 
 One Song of oft-repeated Praife : 
 And let eonfenting Nations join 
 To blefs, with us, the Name divine. 
 
 PSALM CVIL 
 
 1 r I X) God above from All below 
 
 JL Let Hymns of Praife afcend ; 
 Whofe Bleffings unexhaufted. flow, 
 Whofe Mercy knows no End. 
 
 2 But chief by thofe his Name be bleft, 
 
 To whom his Aid He gave; 
 
 Beheld them by the Foe opprefs'd,. 
 
 And reach'd his Arm to fave. 
 
 3 To Eaft, to Weft, to South, to North,. 
 
 Condemn'd awhile to roam; 
 His Hand in Pity brought them forth,. 
 And call'd the Wand'rers home. . . 
 
 4 Behold them o'er the Defert ftray,. 
 
 A helplefs, hopelefs Train : 
 Some City where their Steps to ftay 
 They leek, but feek in vain. 
 
 5 Ah! what mall cheer their fainting Mind,. 
 
 Or what their Woes affuage, 
 To Thirft's afflictive Pain confign'd, 
 Or Famine's fierceft Rage? 
 
P S A L M CVII. 181 
 
 6 Diitrefs'd, to God tliey make their Prav'r: 
 
 He guides, fecures their Feet; 
 
 And, fafe in his prote&ing Care, 
 
 They reach their deftin'd Seat. 
 
 7 O then that All would blefs his Name, 
 
 Whofe Mercy thus they prove, 
 And, pleas'd, from Age to Age proclaim 
 The Wonders of his Love, 
 
 PART II. 
 
 3 WHO o'er the Waves from Shore to Shore 
 The Gifts of Commerce bear, 
 The Wonders of the Deep explore, 
 And own that God is there. 
 
 9 By thefe his Works are fecn ; his Ways 
 By thefe are underftood; 
 He (peaks the Word; the Storm obeys, 
 And riling lifts the Flood. 
 
 10 Now high as Heav'n the Bark afcends. 
 Now leeks the Depth below : 
 Each Heart beneath the Terror bends, 
 And melts with inward Woe. 
 
 1 i As gorg'd with Wine, in wild amaze 
 They reel from Side to Side : 
 Nor Hope furvives, their Souls to raife, 
 Nor Reafon w r akes to guide. 
 
 12 Diftreft, to God they make their Pray'r, 
 Obedient to his Will, 
 The Storms that rag'd, their Rage forbear. 
 The Seas that roar'd, are ftill, 
 
182 PSALM CVIL 
 
 1 3 Joy now revives each anxious Mind , 
 
 They fee their Labour o'er; 
 Then, led by Him, their Haven find, 
 And touch the wifli'd-for Shore. 
 
 14 O then that All would blefs his Name, 
 
 Whofe Mercy thus they prove; 
 And, pleas'd, from Age to Age proclaim 
 The Wonders of his Love. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 15 GOD fpeaks; and lo, a burning Wafte, 
 
 Where rolPd the Floods before; 
 And, touch'd by the defcending Blaft, 
 The Springs are feen no more. 
 
 16 Sad Witnefs of fome dire OiFence, 
 
 Behold the fertile Soil 
 No more its wonted Gifts difpenfe, 
 But mock the Tiller's Toil. 
 
 17 He bids; and o'er the Defert wide 
 
 The liquid Lake is fpread: 
 New Springs the thirfty Earth divide, 
 And murm'ring lift the Head. 
 
 18 And now they fow the foodful Grain, 
 
 The tender Vine they rear ; 
 Now waves the Harveft o'er the Plain, 
 And Plenty crowns the Year. 
 
 19 Anon, if, funk with heavieft Woe, 
 
 They feel Oppreflion's Pow'r; 
 Though civil Rage, or conqu'ring Foe, 
 Their boaftcd Strength devour ; 
 
PSALM CVIIL m 
 
 20 His Hand affords the wifh'd Releafe, 
 Col lefts their fcatter'd Train ; 
 And bids them like the Flecks increafe 
 That fill the verdant Plain. 
 
 2i His Works attentive while it fees, 
 The Heav'n-inftrudted Mind 
 Shall own how equal his Decrees, 
 His Providence how kind. 
 
 PSALM CVIIL Metre t. 
 
 1 /^ GOD, my Heart is fully bent 
 V^/ To magnify thy Name; 
 
 My Tongue, with cheerful Songs of Praife, 
 Shall celebrate thy Fame. 
 
 2 Awake, my Lute, nor thou, my Harp, 
 
 Thy warbling Notes delay: 
 While I, with early Hymns of Joy, 
 Prevent the dawning Day. 
 
 3 To all the lnVning Tribes, O Lord, 
 
 Thy Wonders I will tell, 
 And to thofe Nations fing thy Praife 
 That round about us dwell. 
 
 4 Becaufe thy Mercy's bound! efs Height 
 
 The higheft Heav'n tranicends; 
 And far beyond th' afpiring Clouds 
 Thy Faithfulnefs extends. 
 
 5 Be Thou, O God, exalted high 
 
 Above the {tarry Frame ; 
 And let the World, with one Confent, 
 Confefs thy glorious Name. 
 
184 P S A L M CIX. 
 
 6 That all thy chofen People Thee 
 Their Saviour may declare, 
 Let thy Right-Hand protect me Rill, 
 And anfwer Thou my Pray'r. 
 
 PSALM CVIII. Metre ii. 
 
 1 d^\ GOD my Heart is fix'd, is bent, 
 V^ Its thankful Tribute to prefent; 
 And with my Heart, my Voice I'll raife 
 To Thee, my God, in Songs of Praife. 
 
 2 Awake my Glory, — Harp and Lute, 
 No longer let your Strings be mute ; 
 And I, my tuneful Part to take, 
 Will with the early Dawn awake* 
 
 3 Thy Praifes, Lord, I will refound 
 To all the lifVning Nations round; 
 Thy Mercy higheft Heav'n tranfeends, 
 Thy Truth beyond the Clouds extends. 
 
 4 Be Thou, O God, exalted high, 
 And as thy Glory fills the Sky, 
 So let it be on Earth difplay'd, 
 Till Thou art here as there obey'd. 
 
 PSALM CIX. 
 
 1 /^ OD of my Mercy and my Praifc, 
 \j~ Thy Glory is my Song ; 
 Though Sinners fpeak againft thy Grace 
 
 With a blafpheming Tongue. 
 
 2 When in the Form of mortal Man 
 
 Thy Son on Earth was found, 
 With cruel Slanders, falfe and vain, 
 They compafs'd him around. 
 
PSALM CX. 185 
 
 3 Their Mis'ries his Compaffion move, 
 
 Their Peace He ftill 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 Murderers on his Crofs, 
 And blefs'd his Foes in Death. 
 
 5 Lord, fhall thy bright Example mine 
 
 In vain, before my Eyes ? 
 Give me a Soul akin to Thine, 
 To love mine Enemies. 
 
 6 The Lord mail on my Side engage, 
 
 And in my Saviour's Name 
 I mail defeat their Pride and Rage, 
 Who flander and condemn. 
 
 PSALM CX. Metre i. 
 
 1 TESUS, our Lord, afcend thy Throne, 
 J And near the Father fit; 
 
 in Zion mall thy Pow'r be known, 
 And make thy Foes fubmit. 
 
 2 What Wonders fhall thy Gofpel do ! 
 
 Thy Converts fhall furpafs 
 The num'rous Drops of Morning-Dew, 
 And own thy fov'reign Grace. 
 
 3 God hath pronoune'd a firm Decree, 
 
 Nor changes what He fwore ; 
 " Eternal fhall thy Priefthood be, 
 M When Aaron is no more. 
 
186 PSAL M CX. 
 
 4 " Melc/ufcdec, that wond'rous Priejt, 
 
 " That King of high Degree, 
 " That holy Man who Abraham blefc, 
 " Was but a Type of Thee." 
 
 5 Jesus our Priest forever lives 
 
 To plead for us above ; 
 Jesus our King for ever gives 
 The Bleffings of his Love. 
 
 6 God {hall exalt his glorious Head, 
 
 And his high Throne maintain; 
 Shall ftrike the Pow'rs and Princes dead, 
 Who dare oppofe his Reign. 
 
 PSAL M CX. Metre ii. 
 
 1 r T" 1 HUS the eternal Father fpake 
 
 X To Christ the Son, " Afcend and frl 
 " At ray Right-Hand, till I mall make 
 " Thy Foes fubmiffive at thy Feet.. 
 
 2 "'From Zion mall thy Word proceed; 
 
 " Thy Word, the Sceptre in thy Hand, 
 " Shall make the Hearts of Rebels bleed, 
 " And bow their Wilis to thy Command. 
 
 3 " That Day mail mew thy Pow'r is great 
 
 ■ i When Saints ihall flock with willing Minds, 
 " And Sinners crowd thy Temple-Gate, 
 H Where Holinefs in Beauty mines." 
 
 4 O bleffed Pow'r ! O glorious Day ! 
 What a large Vict'ry ihall enfue! 
 And Converts who thy Grace obey 
 Exceed the Drops of Morning-Dew. 
 
P S A L M CXI. 187 
 
 PART II. 
 
 5 THUS the great Lord of Earth and Sea 
 Spake to his Son, and thus He fwore; 
 
 " Eternal fhall thy Priefthood be, 
 
 " And change from Hand to Hand no more* 
 
 6 " Aaron and all his Sons mull die, 
 " But everlafting Life is Thine, 
 
 11 To fave for ever thofe that fly 
 
 u For Refuge from the Wrath divine. 
 
 7 " By Me Melchifedec was made 
 
 " On Earth a King and Prieft at once ; 
 " AndThoumyheav'nlyPRiESTilialt plead; 
 u . AndThou, my King, fhaltrule my Sons/' 
 
 8 Jesus the Prieft afcends his Throne, 
 While Counfels of eternal Peace, 
 Between the Father and the Sox, 
 Proceed with Honour and Succefs. 
 
 9 Thro' the whole Earth his Reign fhall fpread, 
 And crufh the Pow'rs that dare rebel : 
 Then (hall He judge the rifmg Dead, 
 And fend the guilty World to Hell. 
 
 10 Though while He treads his glorious Way, 
 He drinks the Cup of Tears and Blood, 
 The Suff'rings of that dreadful Day 
 Shall but advance Him near to God. 
 
 P S A L M CXI. Metre i. 
 1 O ONGS of immortal Praife belong 
 O To my Almighty God ; 
 He has my Heart, and He my Tongue, 
 To fpread his Name abroad. 
 
188 P S A L M CXI. 
 
 2 How great the Workshis Hand has wrought ! 
 
 How glorious in our Sight i 
 And Men in ev'ry Age have fought 
 His Wonders with Delight. 
 
 3 How moft exaft is Nature's Frame ! 
 
 How wife th' Eternal Mind ! 
 His Counfels never change the Scheme 
 That his firft Thoughts defign'd. 
 
 4 When He redeem'd his chofen Sons, 
 
 He fix'd his Covenant fure : 
 The Orders that his Lips pronounce, 
 To endlefs Years endure. 
 
 5 Nature and Time, and Earth and Skies, 
 
 Thy heav'nly Skill proclaim ; 
 
 What fhall we do to make us wife, 
 
 But learn to read thy Name ? 
 
 6 To fear thy Pow'r, to trull thy Grace, 
 
 Is our divineft Skill ; 
 And he's the wifeft of our Race 
 Who beft obeys thy Will. 
 
 PART IT. 
 
 7 GREAT is the Lord, his Works of Might 
 
 Demand our nobleft Songs ; 
 Let his affembled Saints unite 
 Their Harmony of Tongues. 
 
 8 Great is the Mercy of the Lord, 
 
 He gives his Children Food: 
 
 And ever mindful of his Word, 
 
 He makes his Promife good. 
 
PSALM CXI. 139 
 
 9 His Son, the great Redeemer, came 
 To feal his Cov'nant fure : 
 Holy and rev'rend is his Name, 
 His Ways are juft and pure. 
 
 10 They that would grow divinely wife, 
 Muft with his t ear begin > 
 Our faireft Proof of Knowledge lies 
 In hating ev'ry Sin, 
 
 PSALM CXI. Metre ii. 
 
 1 "\/TY Soul, with facrel Zeal infpir'd, 
 1VJL Shall wake to God the thankful Strain, 
 In fecret with his Saints retir'd, 
 
 And 'midft fair fa's crowded Fane. 
 
 2 Great are his Works : with ftudious Aim 
 Each faithful Heart thofe Works has trac'd; 
 His A6ls fhall higheft Honour claim, 
 
 His Righteoufnefs for ever laft. 
 
 3 His Wonders to the grateful Senfe 
 In fweet Memorial ftand confeft : 
 
 For boundlefs Grace his Hands difpenfe, 
 And tend'reft Pity warms his Breaft. 
 
 4 His Love, the Souls to him ally'd, 
 With Food of heav'nly Growth has fill'd, 
 Nor fuffers from his Thoughts to Hide 
 The Promife to his People feal'd. 
 
 5 Salvation from our God defcends; 
 His Faith (hall Ifrael's Blifs enfure ; 
 Majeftic Awe his Name attends, 
 And Sandtitv from Blemiih pure, 
 
 I 
 
m P S A L M CXIL 
 
 6 His Fear th' obedient Heart refines, 
 And Wifdom's Path to View difplays : 
 In brighteft Beams array'd it mines, 
 And prompts each Tongue to endlefs Praif< 
 
 P S A L M CXIL 
 
 1 TTHAT Man is bleft who flands in Awe 
 
 X Of God, and loves his facred Law: 
 His Seed on Earth mall be renown'd; 
 His Houfe, the Seat of Wealth, mall be 
 An unexhaufted Treafury, 
 
 And with fucceffive Honours crown'd. 
 
 2 His lib'ral Favours he extends, 
 To fome he gives, to others lends; 
 
 A gen'rous Pity fills his Mind; 
 Yet what his Charity impairs, 
 He faves by Prudence in Affairs, 
 
 And thus he's juft to all Mankind. 
 
 3 His Hands while they his Alms beftow'd, 
 His Glory's future Harveft fow'd: — 
 
 The fweet Remembrance of the Juft, 
 Like a green Root revives and bears 
 A Train of Bleffings for his Heirs, 
 
 When dying Nature fleeps in Duft. 
 
 4 Befet with threatening Dangers round, 
 Unmov'd the Juft maintains his Ground; 
 
 His Confcience holds his Courage up: 
 The Soul that's fill'd with Virtue's Light, 
 Shines brighteft in Affliction's Night, 
 
 And fees in Darknefs Beams of Hope. 
 
PSAL M CXIII. 191 
 
 5 111 Tidings never can furprife 
 
 His Heart, that fix'd on God relies, 
 Tho' Waves and Tempefts roar around: 
 
 Safe on the Rock he fits and fees 
 
 The Shipwreck of his Enemies, 
 
 And all their Hope and Glory drown'd. 
 
 6 The Wicked fliall his Triumph fee, 
 And gnafli their Teeth in Agony, 
 
 To find their Expectations croft : 
 They and their Envy, Pride, and Spite, 
 Sink down to everlafting Night, 
 
 And all their Names in Darknefs loft. 
 
 PSALM CXIIL 
 
 1 ^V7"E Saints and Servants of the Losld, 
 
 X The Triumphs of his Name record, 
 His facred Name for ever hlefs: 
 Where'er the circling Sun difplays 
 His rifing Beams, or letting Rays, 
 Due Praife to his great Name addrefs. 
 
 2 God through the World extends his Sway, 
 The Regions of eternal Day 
 
 But Shadows of his Glory are : 
 With Him whofe Majefty excels, 
 Who made the Heav'n in which He d\; • 
 
 Let no created Pow'r compare. 
 
 3 Though 'tis beneath his State to view 
 In higheft Heav'n what Angels do, 
 
 Yet He to Earth vouchfafes his Care 
 He takes the Needy from his Cell, 
 Advancing him in Courts to dwell, 
 
 Companion to the greateft there, 
 T 2 
 
'192 P S A L M CXIV. 
 
 4 When childleis Families defpair, 
 He (ends the Bleffing of an Heir, 
 
 To refcue their expiring Name : 
 
 The Mother, with a thankful Voice, 
 
 Proclaims his Praifes and her Joys:— 
 
 Let ev'ry Age advance his Fame. 
 
 P S A L M CXIV. Metre i. 
 
 1 TXT HEN Jacob's Sons through Paths 
 
 V V unknown, 
 
 From Egypt took their Way, 
 In Judah's Tribe his Prefence flione, 
 And Ifrael own'd his Sway. 
 
 2 Old Ocean faw them, as they came; 
 
 He faw, and backward fled : 
 Recoiling Jordan turn'd his Stream, 
 And fought his Fountain-Head. 
 
 3 The Mountains feel the fudden Shock ; 
 
 As Rams, from oft' the Ground 
 They fpring: — As Younglings of the Flock, 
 The Hills affrighted bound. 
 
 4 Thou Ocean, fay, why, as they came, 
 
 Thy Billows backward fled ? 
 And what, O Jordan^ urg'd thy Stream 
 To feek its Fountain-Head ? 
 
 5 Ye Mountains, whence the fudden Shock ? 
 
 Why leap ye from the Ground 
 As Rams ?• — As Younglings of the Flock, 
 Say why, O Hills, ye bound ? 
 
. PSAL M XXIV. 198. 
 
 € Earth tremble on! well may'ft Thomfear 
 Thy Maker's Face to fee ; 
 When Jacob's awful God draws near, 
 *Tis Time for Earth to flee. 
 
 7 That God, beneath whofe potent Stroke 
 The Flint a Torrent gave ; 
 Whofpake; — and from the yielding Rock 
 Gum' d forth the bidden Wave. 
 
 PSAL M CXIV. Metre ii. 
 
 1 TX7HEN lfrael 9 freed from Pharaoh's 
 
 VV Hand, 
 
 Left the proud Tyrant and his Land, 
 The Tribes with cheerful Homage own 
 Their King, and Juclah was his Throne. 
 
 2 Acrofs the Deep their Journey lav ; 
 The Deep divides to make them Way : 
 Jordan beheld their March, and fled, 
 With backward Current, to his Head. 
 
 3 The Mountains (hook like frighted Sheep, 
 Like Lambs the little Hillocks leap ; 
 
 Not Sinai on her Bafe could ftand, 
 Confcious of fov'reign Pow'r at hand. 
 
 4 What Pow'r could make the Deep divide ? 
 Make Jordan backward roll his Tide? 
 Why did ye leap, ye little Hills ? 
 
 And whence the Fright that Sinai feels : 
 
 5 Let ev'ry Mountain, ev'ry Flood, 
 Retire, and know th' approaching God, 
 The King of Ifrael ; fee him here ! 
 Tremble, thou Earth, adore and fear. 
 
 I 3 
 
1<H PSALM CXV. 
 
 6 He thunders, and all Nature mourns, 
 The Rock to {landing Pools He turns : 
 Flints fpririg with Fountains at his Word, 
 And Fires and Seas confefs the Lord. 
 
 PSALM CXV. 
 
 1 "^TOT to ourfelves, who are but Duft, 
 
 XN Not to ourfelves is Glory due, 
 
 Eternal God, Thou only Juft, 
 
 Thou only Gracious, Wife, and True. 
 
 2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful Name ! 
 Why fhould a Heathen's haughty Tongue 
 Infill t us, and to raife our Shame, 
 
 Say, " Where's the God you've ferv'd fo 
 long?" 
 
 3 The God we ferve maintains his Throne 
 Above the Clouds beyond the Skies; 
 Through all the Earth his Will is done, 
 He knows our Groans, he hears our Cries. 
 
 4 But the vain Idols they adore 
 
 Are fenfeiefs Shapes of Stone and Wood; 
 At beft a Mafs of glitt'ring Ore, 
 A filver Saint y or golden God. 
 
 5 With Eyes and Ears, they carve their Head; 
 Deaf are their Ears, their Eyes are blind ; 
 In vain are coftly Offerings made, 
 
 And Vows are fcatter'd in the Wind, 
 
 6 Their Feet were never made to move, 
 Nor Hands to lave when Mortals pray ; 
 
 " Mortals that pay them Fear or Love, 
 Seem to be blind and deaf as they. 
 
PSA L M^ CXYL m 
 
 7 O Ijraely make the Lord thy Hope, 
 Thy Help, thy Refuge, and thy Reft , 
 The Lord (hall btrild thy Ruins up, 
 And blefs the People and the Prieft. 
 
 8 The Dead no more can fpeak thy Praife, 
 They dwell in Silence and the Grave; 
 But we (hall live to ling thy Grace, 
 And tell the World thy Pow'r to fere. 
 
 i 
 
 PSALM CXYL 
 
 LOVE the Lord : He heard my Cries* 
 And pity'd ev'ry Groan ; 
 Long as I live, when Troubles rife, 
 I'll haften to his Throne. 
 
 2 I love the Lord: He bow'd his Ear> 
 
 And chas'd my Griefs away: 
 
 O let my Heart no more defpair, 
 
 While I have Breath to pray ! 
 
 3 My Flefh declin'd, my Spirits fell. 
 
 And I drew near the Dead: 
 While inward Pangs and Fears of Hell 
 Perplexed my wakeful Head. 
 
 4 " My God, I cry'd, thy Servant fave, 
 
 " Thou ever Good and juft; 
 " Thy Pow'r can refcue from the Grave ; 
 " Thy Pow'r is all my Truft." 
 
 5 The Lord beheld me fore diftreft; 
 
 He bids my Pains remove : 
 Return, my Soul, to God thy Reft, 
 For thou haft known his Love,. 
 l4> 
 
196 P S A L M CXV{. 
 
 6 My God hath fav'd my Soul from Death, 
 
 And dry'd my falling Tears : 
 Now to his Praife I'll ipend my Breath, 
 And my remaining Years* 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 WHAT fhall I render, O my God, 
 
 For all thy Kindnels fiiown ? 
 My Feet fhall vifit thine Abode, 
 My Songs addrefs thy Throne. 
 
 % Among the Saints that fill thine Houfe 
 My Offerings fliall be paid ; 
 There (hall my Zeal perform the Vows 
 My Soul in Anguifti made. 
 
 9 How much is Mercy thy Delight, 
 Thou ever-bleffed God ! 
 How dear thy Servants in thy Sight! 
 How precious is their Blood ! 
 
 10 How happy all thy Servants are ! 
 
 How great thy Grace to me ! 
 My Life, which Thou haft made thy Care, 
 Lord, I devote to Thee. 
 
 1 1 Now I am Thine, for ever Thine, 
 
 Nor fhall my Purpofe move ; 
 Thy Hands hath loos'd my Bands of Pain, 
 And bound me with thy Love. 
 
 12 Here in thy Courts I leave my Vow, 
 
 And thy rich Grace record ; 
 Witnefs, ye Saints, who hear me now? 
 If I foriake the Lord. 
 
[197 ] 
 
 PSALM CXVII. Metre i. 
 
 1 HPHY Name, Almighty Lord, 
 
 A Shall found through diftant Lands: 
 Great is thy Grace, and fure thy Word ; 
 Thy Truth for ever ftands. 
 
 2 Far be thine Honour fpread, 
 And long thy Praife endure, 
 
 Till Morning-Light and Ev'ning Shade 
 Shall be exchang'd no more. 
 
 PSALM CXVII. Metre ii. 
 
 1 T3RAISE the Lord, with hallow'd Mirth, 
 Jl Ev'ry Nation, Tribe, and Tongue; 
 Chriftians, militant on Earth, 
 
 Let your Saviour's Praife be fung. 
 
 2 See his Mercy o'er our Land 
 Spread its. ever-healing Wing; 
 And his Truth through Ages ftand; 
 Praife, O praife, th' eternal King. 
 
 P S A L M CXVII. Metre iii. 
 
 'F 
 
 ?ROM All that dwell below the Skies 
 Let the Creator's Praife arife: 
 Let the Redeemer's Name be fung 
 Through ev'ry Land, by ev'ry Tongue. 
 
 Eternal are thy Mercies, Lord; 
 Eternal Truth attends thy Word; 
 Thy Praife fliall found from Shore to Shore, 
 Till Suns fliall rife and fet no more. 
 I 5 
 
[ 1M ] 
 PSALM CXVIII. Metre I 
 
 1 O EE what a living Stone 
 O The Builders did refufe ; 
 
 Yet God hath built his Church thereon, 
 In fpite of envious Jews. 
 
 2 The Scribe and angry Prieft 
 Rejeft thine only Son ; 
 
 Yet on this Rock fliall Zion reft, 
 As the chief Corner-Stone. 
 
 3 The Work, O Lord, is Thine, 
 And wondVous in our Eyes : 
 
 This Day declares it all divine, 
 This Day did Jesus rife. 
 
 4 This is the glorious Day 
 That our Redeemer made ; 
 
 Let us rejoice, and ling, and pray, 
 Let all the Church be glad. 
 
 5 Hofannah to the King 
 Of David's royal Blood; 
 
 Blefs Him, ye Saints.: He comes to bring 
 Salvation from your God. 
 
 6 We blefs thine holy Word, 
 Which all this Grace difplays ; 
 
 And offer on thine Altar, Lord, 
 Our Sacrifice of Praife. 
 
 P S A L M CXVIII. Metre ii. 
 
 1 ^1 ^HE Lord appears my Helper now, 
 X Nor is my Faith afraid 
 Of what the Sons of Earth can do, 
 Since Heav'n affords its Aid* 
 
 1 
 
PSALM CXVIII. 199 
 
 2 'Tis fafer, Lord, to hope in Thee ? 
 
 And have my God my Friend, 
 Than truft" in Men of high Degree, 
 And on their Truth depend. 
 
 3 Like Bees my Foes befet me round, 
 
 A large and angry Swarm; 
 But I fhall all their Rage confound, 
 By thine Almighty- Arm. 
 
 4 'Tis through the Lord my Heart is flrong,. 
 
 In Him my Lips rejoice; 
 While his Salvation is my Song, 
 How cheerful is my Voice ! 
 
 5 Like angry Bees they girt me round ; 
 
 When God appears they fly ; 
 So burning Thorns with crackling Sound,. 
 Make a fierce Blaze and die. 
 
 6 Joy to the Saints and Peace belongs ; 
 
 The Lord protecTs their Days : 
 Let Ifrael tune immortal Songs 
 To his Almighty Grace. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 LORD, thou haft heard thy Servant crv. 
 
 And refcu'd from the Grave; 
 Now mail he live: (and none can die, 
 If God refolve to fave.) 
 
 8 Thy Praife more conftant than before, 
 
 Shall fill his daily Breath ; 
 Thy Hand, that hath cbaftis'd him fore, 
 Defends him frill from Death. 
 16 
 
200 PSALM CXVIII. 
 
 9 Open the Gates of Zion now, 
 For we {hall worfhip there, 
 The Houfe where all the Righteous go 
 Thy Mercy to declare. 
 
 10 Among th' Aflemblies of thy Saints 
 
 Our thankful Voice we raife ; 
 There we have told Thee our Complaints, 
 And there we fpeak thy Praife. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 1 1 BEHOLD the fure Foundation-Stone 
 
 Which God in Zion lays, 
 To build our heav'nly Hopes upon, 
 And his eternal Praife. 
 
 12 Chofen of God, to Sinners dear, 
 
 And Saints adore the Name ; 
 They truft their whole Salvation here, 
 Nor fhall they fuffer Shame. 
 
 13 The foolifh Builders, Scribe and Prie/l, 
 
 RejecT: it with Difdain ; 
 Yet on this Rock the Church (hall reft, 
 And Envy rage in vain. 
 
 1 4 What though the Gates of Hell withftood, 
 
 Yet muft this Building rife ; 
 'Tils thy own Work, Almighty God, 
 And wond'rous in our Eyes. 
 
 PART IV. 
 
 15 THIS is the Day the Lord hath made, 
 
 He calls the Hours his own; 
 Let Heav'n rejoice, let Earth be glad, 
 And Praife furround the Throne. 
 
P S A L M CXVIII. 201 
 
 16 To-day He rofe and left the Dead, 
 
 And Satan's Empire fell; 
 To-day the Saints Ins Triumph fpread, 
 And all his Wonders tell. 
 
 17 Hofannah to th' anointed King, 
 
 To David's holy Son ! 
 Help us, O Lord ! defcend and bring 
 Salvation from thy Throne. 
 
 J 8 Bleft be the Lord, who comes to Men 
 With Meflages of Grace: 
 Who comes in God his Father's Name, 
 To fave our finful Race. 
 
 1 9 Hofannah in the higheft Strains 
 
 The Church on Earth can raife ! 
 The higheft Heav'ns, in which He reigns, 
 Shall give Him nobler Praife. 
 
 PSALM CXVIII. Metre iii. 
 
 1 " " I FT your Voice, and thankful flng 
 .L.J Praifes to your heav'nly King; 
 For his Mercies far extend, 
 
 And his Bounty knows no End. 
 Ifrael, thy Creator blefs, 
 And with joyful Tongue confefs 
 That his Mercies far extend, 
 And his Bounty knows no End. 
 
 2 He my Strength, and He my Song, 
 Lo ! rav Days I yet prolong, 
 
 And each hoftile Force o'er thrown, 
 Him my great Salvation own : 
 
202 P S A L M CXVIII. 
 
 Shouts of Health, and Hymns of Praife, 
 Wifdom's faithful Follow'rs raife, — 
 " O how ftrong the Hand divine ! 
 " O what Wonders, Lord, are thine !" 
 
 Ope the Gates of Righteoufnefs, 
 Let me, favour'd with Accefs, 
 Blefs my great Deliv'rer's Name, 
 And his boundlefs Love proclaim: — 
 Thee the God inthron'd above, 
 Thee my Lips fhall fing, whofe Love 
 To my Voice Attention gave, 
 Swift to hear,, and ftrong to fave. 
 
 See the Stone, that, caft alide 
 
 By the Builders' erring Pride,. 
 
 In the Dome affiimes its Place, 
 
 Own'd the Angel's nobleft Grace; 
 
 Thou the Work, great God, haft wrought; 
 
 In its Scenes our wond'ring Thought 
 
 Joys thy Clemency to trace, 
 
 Seal'd to Jacob's favour'd Race. 
 
 Save, O fave, eternal Lord, 
 Now thv profp'ring Aid afford; 
 Let thy fav'ring Beams arife 
 To thy People's longing Eyes : — 
 Lift your Voice, and thankful fmg 
 Praiies to your heav'nly King; 
 For his Mercies far extend, 
 And his Bounty knows no End 
 
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 P S A L M CXVIII. Metre iv. 
 
 1 " ' O ! what a glorious Comer-Stone 
 1 j The Jewijh Builders did refufe; 
 
 But God hath built his Church thereon, 
 In fpite of Envy and the Jews* 
 
 2 Great Gorj, the Work is all divine, 
 The Joy and Wonder of our Eyes ; 
 This is the Day that proves it Thine, 
 The Day that law our Saviour rife. 
 
 3 Sinners rejoice, and Saints be glad; 
 Hofannah ! let his Name be bled; 
 A thoufand Honours on his Head, 
 With Peace, and Light, and Glory reft. 
 
 4 In God's own Name he comes to bring 
 Salvation to our dying Race ; 
 
 Let the whole Church addrefs their King 
 With Hearts of Joy, and Songs of Praife. 
 
 PSALM CXIX. 
 
 1 T) LEST are the undehTd in Heart, 
 -L3 Whofe Ways are right and clean; 
 Who never from thy Law depart, 
 
 But fly from ev'ry Sin. 
 
 2 Bleft are the Men that keep thy Word, 
 
 And praclife thy Commands; 
 With their whole Heart they feek the Lord^ 
 And ferve Thee with their Hands. 
 
 3 Great is their Peace who love thy Law; 
 
 How firm their Souls abide ! 
 Nor can a bold Temptation draw 
 Their fteady Feet afide* 
 
204 PSALM CXIX. 
 
 4 Then mall my Heart have inward Joy, 
 
 And keep my Face from Shame, 
 When all thy Statutes I obey, 
 And honour all thy Name. 
 
 5 But haughty Sinners God will hate, 
 
 The Proud mall die accurft; 
 The Sons of Falfehood and Deceit 
 Are trodden to the Duft. 
 
 6 Vile as the Drofs the Wicked are : 
 
 And thofe who leave thy Ways 
 Shall fee Salvation from afar, 
 But never tafte thy Grace. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 1 TO Thee before the dawning Light, 
 
 My gracious God, I pray; 
 
 I meditate thy Name by Night, 
 
 And keep thy Law by Day. 
 
 2 My Spirit faints to fee thy Grace, 
 
 Thy Promife bears me up ; 
 And while Salvation long delays, 
 Thy Word fupports my Hope. 
 
 3 Seven Times a Day I lift my Hands, 
 
 And pay my Thanks to Thee j 
 Thy righteous Providence demands 
 Repeated Praife from me. 
 
 4 When Midnight-Darknefs veils the Skies, 
 
 I call thy Works to Mind; 
 My Thoughts in warm Devotion rife, 
 And fweet Acceptance find. 
 
PSALM CX1X. 205 
 
 PART III. 
 
 1 THOU art my Portion, O my God ! 
 
 Soon as I know thy Way, 
 My Heart makes hafte t'obey thy Word, 
 And fuffers no Delay. 
 
 2 I choofe the Path of heav'nly Truth, 
 
 And glory in my Choice ; 
 
 Not all the Riches of the Earth 
 
 Could make me fo rejoice. 
 
 3 The Teftimonies of thy Grace, 
 
 I fet before my Eyes: 
 Thence I derive my daily Strength, 
 And there ray Comfort lies. 
 
 4 If once I wander from thy Path, 
 
 I think upon my Ways : 
 Then turn my Feet to thy Commands, 
 And truft thy pard'ning Grace. 
 
 5 Now I am Thine, for ever Thine, 
 
 () fa v e thy Servant, Lord; 
 Thou art my Shield, my Hiding-Place, 
 My Hope is in thy Word. 
 
 6 Thou hail: inclin'd this Heart of mine 
 
 Thy Statutes to fulfil : 
 And thus till mortal Life (hall end 
 Would I perform thy Will. 
 
 PART IV. 
 ! HOW {hall the Young fecure their Hear". 
 And guard their Lives from Sin r 
 Thy Word the choiceft Rules imparts, 
 To keep the Confcience clean 
 
206 PS A L M CXIX. 
 
 2 When once it enters to the Mind, 
 It fpreads fuch Light abroad, 
 The meaneft Souls Inftru&ion find, 
 And raife their Thoughts to God. 
 
 2 'Tis like the Sun, a heav'nly Light, 
 That guides us all the Day ; 
 And through the Dangers of the Night, 
 A Lamp to lead our Way. 
 
 4 The ftarry Heav'ns thy Rule obey ; 
 
 The Earth maintains her Place, 
 And thefe thy Servants Night and Day 
 Thy Skill and Pow'r exprefs. 
 
 5 But ftill thy Law and Gofpel, Lori>, 
 
 Have Leflbns mo^e divine : 
 Not Earth ftands firmer than thy Word, 
 Nor Stars fo nobly mine. 
 
 6 Thy Word is everlafting Truth, 
 
 How pure is ev'ry Page ! 
 That holy Book mall guide our Youth, 
 And well fupport our Age. 
 
 PART V. 
 
 1 O HOW I love thy holy Law ; 
 
 'Tis daily my Delight; 
 And thence my Meditations draw 
 Divine Advice by Night. 
 
 2 My waking Eyes prevent the Day, 
 
 To meditate thy Word : 
 My Soul with Longing melts away 
 Tcrhear thy Gofpel, Lord. 
 
P.SAL M CXIX. 207 
 
 3 How doth thy Word my Heart engage 1 
 
 How well employ my Tongue ! 
 And in my tirefome Pilgrimage 
 Yields me a heav'nly Song. 
 
 4 Am I a Stranger, or at Home, 
 
 'Tis my perpetual Feaft; 
 Not Honey dropping from the Comb, 
 So much allures the Tafte. 
 
 5 No Treafures fo enrich the Mind; 
 
 Nor fhall thy Word be fold 
 For Loads of Silver well refin'd, 
 Nor Heaps of choiceft Gold. 
 
 6 When Nature finks, and Spirits droop, 
 
 Thy Promifes of Grace 
 Are Pillars to fupport my Hope, 
 And there I write thy Praife.. 
 
 PART VI. 
 
 1 LORD, I efteem thy Judgments right, 
 
 And all thy Statutes jmt ; 
 Thence I maintain a conflant Fight 
 With ev'ry flatting Lull. 
 
 2 Thy Precepts often I furvey ; 
 
 I keep thy Law in Sight, 
 Through all the Bufinei's of the Day, 
 
 To form my Actions right. 
 
 . 3 My Heart in Midnight-Silence cries, 
 
 II How fweet thy Comforts be !" 
 My Thoughts in holy Wonder rife, 
 
 And bring their Thanks to Thee, 
 
208 PSALM CXIX. 
 
 4 And when my Spirit drinks her Fill 
 At feme good Word of Thine, 
 Not mighty Men that mare the Spoil 
 Have Joys compared to mine. 
 
 PART VII." 
 
 1 F VE feen an End of what we call 
 
 Perfection here below ; 
 How fliort the Pow'rs of Nature fall, 
 And can no farther go. 
 
 2 Yet Men would fain he juft with God, 
 
 By Works their Hands have wrought; 
 But thy Commands, exceeding broad, 
 Extend to ev'ry Thought. " 
 
 3 In vain we boaft Perfection here, 
 
 While Sin defiles our Frame ; 
 And finks our Virtues down foTar, 
 They fcarce deferve the Name. 
 
 4 Our Faith, and Love, and ev'ry Grace, 
 
 Fall far below thy Word ; 
 But perfedt Truth and Righteoufnefs- 
 Dwell only with the Lord. 
 
 PART VIII. 
 
 1 LORD, I have made thy Word my Choice, 
 
 My lafting Heritage ; 
 There mall my nobleft Pow'rs rejoice, 
 My warmeft Thoughts engage. 
 
 2 I'll read the Hift'ries of thy Love, 
 
 And keep thy Laws in Sight, 
 While through the Promifes I rove, 
 With ever-frefli Delight. 
 
PSALM CXIX. 209 
 
 3 'Tis a broad Land of Wealth unknown, 
 Where Springs of Life arife, 
 Seeds of immortal Blifs are fown, 
 And hidden Glory lies. 
 
 I The bell: Relief that Mourners have ; 
 It makes our Sorrows bleft j 
 Our faireft Hope beyond the Grave, 
 And our eternal Reft. 
 
 PART IX. 
 
 I THY Mercies fill the Earth, O Lord, 
 How good thy Works appear! 
 Open my Eyes to read thy Word, 
 And fee thy Wonders there. 
 
 I Since I'm a Stranger here below, 
 Let not thy Path be hid, 
 But mark the Road my Eeet mould go ? 
 And be my conftant Guide. 
 
 \ When I confefs'd my wand'ring Ways, 
 Thou heard'ft my Soul complain ; 
 Grant me the Teachings of thy Grace, 
 Or I fhall ftray again. 
 
 \ This was my Comfort when I bore 
 Variety of Grief; 
 It made me learn thy Word the more, 
 And fly to that Relief. 
 
 i In vain the Proud deride me now; 
 Pll ne'er forget thy Law, 
 Nor let that bleiTed Gofpel go, 
 Whence all my Hopes I draw> 
 
210 PSAL M ,CXIX. • 
 
 6 When I have learn'd my Father's Will, 
 I'll teach the World his Ways; 
 
 ' My' thankful Lips, infpir'd with Zeal, 
 Shall loud pronounce his Praife. 
 
 PART X. 
 
 1 BEHOLD* thy waiting Servant, Lord, 
 
 Devoted to thy Fear ; 
 Remember and confirm thy Word, 
 For all my Hopes are there. 
 
 2 Haft thou not writ Salvation down, 
 
 And promised quick'ning Grace? 
 Doth not my Heart addrefs thy Throne ? 
 And, yet thy Love delays. 
 
 3 Mine Eyes for thy Salvation fail ; 
 
 O bear thy Servant up ; 
 Nor let the fcoffing Lips prevail, 
 Who dare reproach my Hope. 
 
 4 Didft Thou not raife my Faith, O Lord? 
 
 Then let thy Truth appear: 
 Saints mall rejoice in my Reward, 
 And truil as well as fear. 
 
 PART XL 
 
 1 O THAT the Lord would guide my Ways 
 
 To keep his Statutes ftill ! 
 O that my God would grant me Grace, 
 To know and do his Will ! 
 
 2 O fend thy Spirit down to write 
 
 Thy Law upon my Heart ! 
 Nor let my Tongue indulge Deceit, 
 "Nor aft the Liar's Part. 
 
PSALM CXIX... 211 
 
 3 From Vanity turn off my Eyes ; 
 
 Let no corrupt Defign, 
 Nor covetous Defires, arife 
 Within this Soul of mine. 
 
 4 Order my Footfteps by thy Word, 
 
 And make my Heart fincere ; 
 Let Sin have no Dominion, Lord, 
 But keep my Confcience clear. 
 
 5 My Soul hath gone too far aftray; 
 
 My Feet too often flip ; 
 Yet fince I've not forgot thy Way, 
 Reftore thy wand'ring Sheep. 
 
 6 Make me to walk in thy Commands, 
 
 'Tis a delightful Road ; 
 Nor let my Head, or Heart, or Hands, 
 OiFend againft my God. 
 
 PART XIL 
 
 1 MY God confider my Diftrefs, 
 
 Let Mercy plead my Caufe; 
 Though I have fmn'd againft thy Grace, 
 I can't forget thy Laws. 
 
 2 Forbid, forbid the fharp Reproach 
 
 Which I fo juftly fear; 
 Uphold my Life, uphold my Hopes, 
 Nor let my Shame appear. 
 
 3 Be Thou a Surety, Lord, for me, 
 
 Nor let the Pioud opprefs; 
 But make thy waiting Servant fee 
 The Shinings of thy Face, 
 
212 PS A L M CXIX. 
 
 4 My Eyes with Expe&ation fail, 
 
 My Heart within me cries, 
 << When will the Lord his Truth fulfil, 
 " And make my Comforts rife?" 
 
 5 Look down upon my Sorrows, Lord, 
 
 And mew thy Grace the fame 
 As Thou art ever wont t' afford 
 To thofe that love thv Name. 
 
 PART XIII. 
 
 1 WITH my whole Heart I've fought thy Face, 
 
 O let me never ftray 
 From thy Commands, O God of Grace, 
 Nor tread the Sinner's Way. 
 
 2 Thy Word I've hid within my Heart,. 
 
 To keep my Confcience clean; 
 And he an everlafting Guard 
 From ev'ry riling Sin. 
 
 o I'm a Companion of the Saints, 
 Who fear and love the Lord; 
 My Sorrows rife, my Nature faints. 
 When Men tranfgrefs thy Word. 
 
 4 While Sinners do thy Gofpel wrong, 
 
 My Spirit ftands in Awe ; 
 My Soul abhors a lying Tongue, 
 But loves thy righteous Law. 
 
 5 My Heart with facred Rev'rence hears 
 
 The Threat'nings of thy Word : 
 My Flefh with holy Trembling fears 
 The Judgments of the Lord. 
 
I- S A L M CX1X. 21 3j 
 
 6 Mv God, I long, I hope, I wait, 
 For thy Salvation ftill: 
 While thy whole Law is mv Delight, 
 And I obey thy Will. 
 
 PART XIV. 
 
 1 CONSIDER all my Sorrows, Lord, 
 
 And thy Deliv'rance fend; 
 My Soul for thy Salvation faints; 
 When will my Troubles end? 
 
 2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me 
 
 To bear my Father's Rod: 
 Afflictions make me learn thy Law, 
 And live upon my God. 
 
 3 This is the Comfort I enjoy 
 
 When new Diftrefs begins ; 
 I read thy Word, I run thy Way, 
 And hate my former Sins. 
 
 4 Had not thy Word been my Delight, 
 
 When earthly JoyS were fled, 
 My Soul, opnrefs'd with Sorrow's Weight, 
 Had funk amongu the Dead. 
 
 5 I know thy Judgments, Lord, are right, 
 
 Though they may feem fevere : 
 The fliarpeft Sufferings I endure 
 Flow from thy faithful Care. 
 
 ti Before I knew T rhx chafl'ning Rod, 
 My Feet were apt to ftray; 
 Hut now 1 learn ro keep thv Word, 
 Nor waoder from thy Way. 
 K 
 
214 P S A L M CXIX. 
 
 P A R T XV. 
 
 1 O THAT thy Statutes ere'iy Hour 
 
 Might dwell upon my Mind ! 
 Thence I derive a quick'ning Pow'r, 
 And daily Peace I find. 
 
 2 To meditate thy Precepts, Lord, 
 
 Shall be my lwect Employ ; 
 My Soul (hall ne'er forget thy Word, 
 Thy Word is all my Joy. 
 
 3 How would I run in thy Commands, 
 
 If Thou my Heart discharge 
 From Sin and Sat ail's hateful Chains, 
 And fet my Feet at large! 
 
 4- My Lips with Courage fhall declare 
 Thy Statutes and thy Name; 
 I'll fpeak thy Word, tho' Kings fhouldhcar, 
 Nor yield to finful Shame. 
 
 5 Let Bands of Perfecutors rife 
 
 To rob me of my Right ; 
 Let Pride and Malice forge their Lies, 
 Thy Law is my Delight. 
 
 6 Depart from me, ye wicked Race, 
 
 Whofe Hands and Hearts are ill : 
 I love my God, I love his Ways, 
 And muft obey his Will. 
 
 PART XVI. 
 
 1 MY Soul lies cleaving to the Duft ; 
 
 Lord, give me Life divine ! 
 
 from vain Defires and ev'ry Luft 
 
 Turn off thefe Eyes of mine. 
 
P S A L M CXIX. ill 
 
 B I need the Influence of thy Grace 
 To fpeed me in thy Way, 
 Left I fhould loiter in my Race, 
 Or turn my Feet aftray. 
 
 3 When fore Afflictions prefii me down, 
 
 I need thv quick'ning Pow'rs 5 
 Thy Word that I have refted on, 
 Shall help my heavieft Hours. 
 
 4 Are not thv Mercies fov'reign fliil, 
 
 And Thou a faithful God? 
 Wilt Thou not grant me warmer Zeal 
 To run the heav'nly Road? 
 
 5 Does not my Heart thv Precepts love, 
 
 And long to fee thy Facer 
 And vet how flow my Spirits move, 
 Without enlivening Grace ! 
 
 I Then (hall I love thy Gofpel more, 
 And ne'er forget thv Word, 
 V\ hen I have felt its quick'ning PowV 
 To draw me near the Lord. 
 
 PA R T XVII. 
 
 BLEST he thv Name, eternal Lord ! 
 
 hin my Mind thy Word ; 
 Let me, initructed in thy Way, 
 The Wonders of thy Grace furvev. 
 
 What Streams of pureft Knowledge yield 
 Thy Words m full Difplay reveal 
 Ev thefe the Souls, untaught before, 
 To Heights of heav'nlv Science foar, 
 K 2 
 
216 P S A L M CXIX. 
 
 3 With facred Thirft my Boiom burn'd, 
 To Thee my op'ning Mouth I turn'd, 
 And from thy Precept wile and true 
 Its life-imparting Spirit drew. 
 
 4 How had I periili'd 'micHl my Woes, 
 But that within my Bofom role 
 
 The Joys which thy Inftrudtion yield, 
 And each invading Grief difpell'd ! 
 
 5 O let my Soul, to Life reftor'd, 
 Thy Love in lading Hymns record ; 
 While o'er my Head its Beams mall mine, 
 And make thy great Salvation mine. 
 
 PART XVIII. 
 
 i MY Heart's beft Portion, Lord, art Thou, 
 To thee my Thoughts Obedience vow; 
 Thy faithful Hand each Woe I feel 
 Inflicts, — and wounds me but to heal. 
 
 2 Low in the Duft my Soul is laid, 
 
 O reach me, Lord, thy promis'd Aid; 
 Let thy good Spirit to my Heart 
 His life-iuflaining Pow'r impart. 
 
 3 Behold me, abfent from my Home, 
 Through Life's wild Maze a Pilgrim roam; 
 Friend of the Helplefs ! near me ftand, 
 And fave me from th' Oppreflbr's Hand. 
 
 4 Ere yet the Dawn has ftreak'd the Sky, 
 God of my Strength, to Thee I cry; 
 Let thy Compaffion, while I pray, 
 My Night illumine, guide my Day. 
 
f 3 A L M CXiX. an 
 
 r Hiy C >n my Thought irnpreft, 
 
 Shai! iboth to Peace mv troubled Breaf-t; 
 Thefe, Lord, I'll keep, and fix'd, decree 
 To fhun each Path that leads from Thee 
 
 P A 11 T XIX. 
 
 1 SAFE on thy Word my Truft I build, 
 
 Thou mt Refuge and my Shield- 
 My Nope (nor fhall that Hope be va 
 Thy (acred PromUes fyftajtn, 
 
 2 Thefe, my beft Wealth, my treafm'd SStore, 
 
 1 keep, and view them o'er and o'er: 
 Thefe Heav'n-ward lift my thoughtful Soul, 
 When Night's dark Shades inveit the Pole. 
 
 3 My Hands on thy Commands mall \Valt, 
 On thy pure Words I'll meditate, 
 Which fweeter on my Palate dwell 
 Than Honey dropping from its Cell* 
 
 4 Long as within this Houfe of Clay 
 My State of Pilgrimage I flay, 
 
 Thy Statutes are my Song; — thv Name 
 Wakes in my Breaft the holy Flame. 
 
 5 O turn from Vanity mine Eye, 
 
 To me thy cmick'ning Strength fupply ; 
 Redeem from Error's Growth my Mind, 
 Nor leave one baleful Root behind. 
 
 PART XX. 
 J FATHER, I blefs thy gentle Hand ; 
 How kind was thy chaftifing Rod, 
 That fore'd my Confcience to a Stand, 
 And brought my wand'ring Soul to God! 
 K 3 
 
MS. P S A L M CXX, 
 
 2 FooJifh and vain I went affray, 
 Ere I had felt thy Scourges, Lord; 
 I left my Guide, and loft my Way ! 
 But now I love and keep thy Word, 
 
 3 'Tis good for me to wear the Yoke, 
 For Pride is apt to fife and fwell ; 
 
 ; Tis good to hear my Father's Stroke 
 That I might learn his Statutes well. 
 
 4 The Law that ilTues from thy Mouth 
 Shall raife my cheerful Paffions more 
 Than all the Treafures of the South, 
 Or V/efttrn Hills of golden Ore. 
 
 5 Thy Hands have made my mortal Frame, 
 Thy Spjrit form'd my Soul within; 
 Teach me to know thy wond'rous Name, 
 And guard me fafe from Death and Sin. 
 
 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord 
 At my Salvation fhall rejoice; 
 
 For I have hoped in thy Word, 
 
 And made thy Grace my only Choice, 
 
 PSALM CXX. 
 
 1 HPO God I cry'd, with Anguifh flung, 
 
 JL Nor form'd a fruitlefs Pray'r, — 
 
 " O fave me from the lying Tongue, 
 4 ' And Lips that would enfnare!'' 
 
 2 Thou Child of Guilt to Falfehood bred, 
 
 Say, what fhall he thine End* . 
 See keeneft Arrows o'er thy Head, 
 And quenchleis Coals, impend. 
 
P S A L M CXXI. 219 
 
 3 Ah ! Woe is Me, to Mefech's Seat 
 
 And Kedar's Tents confm'd ; 
 Perpetual Intuit doonvd to meet 
 From Men of reftlefs Mind. 
 
 4 When Offers mild of Peace I make, 
 
 And friendlielt Terms prepare; 
 My Words their flumb'ring Rage awake,. 
 And arm them for the War. 
 
 P S A L M CXXI. Metre i. 
 
 1 T O I from the Kills my Help defcends; 
 J^j To them I lift mine Eyes : 
 
 My Strength on Him alone depends, 
 Who form'd the Earth k and Skies . 
 
 2 He, ever watchful, ever nigh, 
 
 Forbids thy Feet to Aide ; 
 Nor Sleep nor Slumber feals the Eye 
 Of IfraeVs Guard and Guide. 
 
 3 He, at thy Hand, array'd in Might, 
 
 His Shield mall o'er thee fpread: 
 Nor Sun by Day, nor Moon by Night, 
 Shall hurt thy favour 'd Plead. 
 
 4 Safe malt thou go, and fafe return, 
 
 While he thy life defends; 
 Whofe Eyes thy ev'ry Step difcern, 
 Whofe Mercy never ends. 
 
 PSALM CXXI. Metre ii. 
 1 TTP to the Hills I lift mine Eyes, 
 vJ Th' eternal Hills beyond the Skies; 
 Thence all her Help my Soul derives; 
 Tkere my Almighty Refuge lives. 
 K 4 
 
?«D PSA.L M CXXI. 
 
 2 He lives, the everlafting God, 
 
 That built the World, that fpread the Flood ; 
 The Heav'ns with all their H oft He made, 
 
 And the dark Regions of the Dead. 
 
 3 He guides our Feet, He guards our Way ; 
 His Morning-Smiles bleis all the Day : 
 He fpreads the Evening- Veih and keeps 
 The filent Hours while I/ravl ileeps. 
 
 4 IfraeU a Name divinely hleft. 
 May r.ife fecure, ieeurelv reft ; 
 
 Thy holy GuardiaVs wakeful Eyes 
 Admit no Slumber nor Surprife. 
 
 5 No Sun (hail imite thy Head by Day, 
 Nor the pale Moon with iiekly Ray 
 Shall Haft day Couch;— no baleful Stai 
 Dart bis malignant Fire io far, 
 
 6 Should Earth and Hell with Malice burn, 
 Still thou fhalt go, and ftill return, 
 
 Safe in the Lord; — his heav'nly Care 
 Defends thy Life from ev'ry Snare. 
 
 P S A L M CXXI. Metre iiL 
 
 1 T TPWARD I lift mine Eyes; 
 LJ From God is all my Aid; 
 The God that built the Skies, 
 And Earth and Nature made : 
 
 God is the Tow-r 
 
 To which I fly: 
 His Grace is nigh 
 In ev'ry Hour. 
 
PSALM CXXII. i2l 
 
 2 My Feet fhall never Aide, 
 Or fall in fatal Snares, 
 
 Since God, my Guard and Guide, 
 Defends me from my Fears : 
 
 Thofe wakeful Eves 
 
 That never ileep, 
 
 Shall Ifrael keen, 
 
 when Dangers rife. 
 
 3 No burning Heats by Day, 
 Nor Blafts of Ev'ning Air, 
 Shall take my Health away. 
 If God be with me there; 
 
 Thou art my Sun, 
 And thou my Shade, 
 To guard mv Head 
 Ev Night or Noon. 
 
 4 Haft Thou not giv'n thv Word 
 
 I o fave my Soul from Death r 
 And I can truft my Lord 
 To keep my mortal Breath: 
 
 I'll go and come,. 
 Nor fear to die, 
 Till from on high 
 Thou call me Heme. 
 
 P S A L M CXXII. Meti 
 
 l T TOW did my Heart rejoice to* hear 
 
 II My Friends deyqtitly fay, 
 
 14 In Zion let us all appear, 
 
 f* And keep me folemn Day !"' 
 2. I love her Gates, I love die Road; 
 
 The Church, adorn'd with Grace, 
 Stands like a Palace built for God, 
 To fhew his milder Face. 
 
222 PSALM CXXIL 
 
 3 Up to her Courts with Joys unknown 
 
 The holy Tribes repair; 
 The Son of David holds his Throne, 
 And fits in Judgment there. 
 
 4 He hears our Praifes and Complaints, 
 
 And while his awful Voice 
 Divides the Sinners from the Saints, 
 We tremble and rejoice. 
 
 5 Peace be within this facred Place, 
 
 And Joy a conftant Gueft ! 
 With holy Gifts and heav'nly Grace 
 Be her Attendants bleft ! 
 
 6 My Soul fhall prav for Zion ft ill, 
 
 While Life or Breath remains ; 
 There my beft Friends, my Kindred dwell. 
 There God my Saviour reigns. 
 
 PSALM CXXIL Metre il 
 
 1 TTOW plcas'd and bleft was I 
 JLJl To hear the People cry, 
 
 " Come, let us leek our God To-day:" 
 
 Yes, with a cheerful Zeal, 
 
 We hafte to Zio'ns Hill, 
 And there our Vows and Honours jay. 
 
 2 Zion t thrice happy Place ! 
 Adorn'd with wond'rous Grace, 
 
 And Wails of Strength embrace thee round! 
 Iii thee our Tribes appear 
 To pray, and praife, and hear 
 
 The facred GofpeFs joyful Sound, 
 
PSALM CXXIIL 223 
 
 ; There David's greater Son 
 Hath fix'd his royal Throne, 
 He fits for Grace and Judgment there; 
 He bids the Saint be glad, 
 He makes the Sinner fad, 
 And humble Souls rejoice with Fear, 
 
 May Peace attend thy Gate, 
 
 And Joy within thee wait 
 To blefs the Soul of ev'ry Gueft ; 
 
 The Man that feeks thy Peace, 
 
 And wifhes thine Increafe, 
 A thoufand Bleflings on him reft. 
 
 My Tongue repeats her Vows, 
 
 M Peace to this facred Houfe;" 
 For there my Friends and Kindred dwell; 
 
 And fmce my glorious God 
 
 Makes thee his blcft Abode, 
 }vly Soul ihall ever love thee well. 
 
 PSALM CfXXIII. 
 
 OTHOU whofe G race and Juftice reign, 
 Enthron'd above the Skies, 
 To Thee our Hearts would tell their Pain, 
 To Thee we lift our Eyes. 
 
 As Servants watch their Matter's Hand, 
 
 And fear the angry Stroke; 
 Or Maids before their Miftrcfs ftand, 
 
 And wait a peaceful Look: 
 
 So for our Sins we joftly feel 
 
 Thy Difcipiine, () God, 
 Yet wait the gracious Moment ftill, 
 
 Till Thou remove thy Rod. 
 K 6 
 
224 PSALM CXXIV. 
 
 4 Thofe that in Wealth and Pleafure live, 
 
 Our daily Groans deride, 
 And thy Delays of Mercy give 
 Frefli Courage to their Pride. 
 
 5 Our Foes infult us, but our Hope 
 
 In thy Companion lies : 
 This Thought (hall bear our Spirits up, 
 That God will not defpife. 
 
 PSALM CXXIV. 
 
 1 T T AD not the Lord, may Ifrael fay, 
 JljL Had not the Lord maintain'd our Side, 
 When Men, to make our Lives a Prey, 
 Rofe like the fwelling of the Tide : 
 
 2 The fwelling Tide had ftopt our Breath, 
 So fiercely did the Waters roll ; 
 
 We had been fwallow'd deep in Death; 
 Proud Waters had o'erwhelm'd our Soul. 
 
 3 We leap for Joy, we fhout and fing, 
 Who juft efcap'd the fatal Stroke: 
 So files the Bird with cheerful Wing, 
 When once the Fowler's Snare is broke. 
 
 4 For ever bleffed be the Lord, 
 
 Who broke the Fowler's curfed Snare, 
 Who fav'd us from the murd'ring Sword, 
 And made our Lives and Souls his Care ! 
 
 5 -Our Help is in Jehovah's Name, 
 
 Who form'd the Earth and built the Skies: 
 Fie who upholds that wond'rous Frame, 
 Guards his own Church with watchful Eves. 
 
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 P S A L M CXXV. Metre t 
 
 1 T7IRM and unmov'd are thev 
 
 X? Thar reft their Souls on God ; 
 Firm as the Mount where David dwelt, 
 Or where the Ark abode. 
 
 2 As Mountains flood to guard 
 The City's facred Ground ; 
 
 So God and his Almighty Love 
 Embrace his Saints around. 
 
 3 What though the Father's Rod 
 Drop a chaftiiing Stroke, 
 
 Yet, left it wound their Souls too deep, 
 Its Fury fhall be broke. 
 
 4 Deal gentlv, Lord, with thofe 
 Whofe Faith and pious Fear, 
 
 Whofe Hope and Love, and ev'ry Grace 
 Proclaim their Hearts fincere. 
 
 5 Nor fhall the Tyrant's Rage 
 Too long opprefs the Saint; 
 
 The God of Ifrael will fupport 
 His Children, left they faint. 
 
 6 But if our fl&vifh Fear 
 
 Will choofe the Road to Hell, 
 We muft expert our Portion there, 
 Where bolder Sinners dwell. 
 
 P S A L M CXXV. Metre \l 
 
 i T TNSHAKEN as the facred Hill, 
 \^J And firm as Mountains be, 
 Firm as a Rock the Soul {hall reft 
 That leans, O Lord, on Thee. 
 
226 PSALM CXXVI. 
 
 2 Not Walls, nor Hills could guard fo well 
 
 Old Salem's happy Ground, 
 As thofe eternal Arms of Love 
 That ev'ry Saint furround. 
 
 3 While Tyrants are a fmarting Scourge, 
 
 To drive them near to God, 
 Divine Companion does allay 
 The Fury of the Rod. 
 
 4 Deal gently, Lord, with Souls ilncere, 
 
 And lead them fafely on 
 To the bright Gates of Paradife> 
 Where Christ their Lord is gone, 
 
 5 But if we trace thofe crooked Ways 
 
 That the old Serpent drew, 
 The Wrath that drove him firft to Hell, 
 Shall fmite his Follow 'rs too. 
 
 PSALM CXXVL Metre I 
 
 1 T X THEN Sion's God her Sons recail'd 
 
 V V From long Captivity, 
 It feem'd at firft a pleafmg Dream 
 Of what we wifh'd to fee. 
 
 2 But foon in unaccuftomM Mirth 
 
 We did our Voice employ, 
 And fung our great Restorer's Praife^ 
 In thankful Hymns of Joy. 
 
 3 Our Heathe7i-¥o<z§ repining flood, 
 
 Yet were compell'd to own, 
 That great and woncVrous was the Work 
 Our God for us had done. 
 
PSALM CXXVI. 227 
 
 4 'Twas great, fay they, 'twas wond'rous great, 
 
 Much more mould we confefs ; 
 The Lord has done great Things, whereof 
 'We reap the glad Succefs. 
 
 5 To us bring back the Remnant, Lord, 
 
 Of Ifrael's captive Bands, 
 More welcome than refrefliing Show'rs 
 To parch' d and thirfty Lands. 
 
 6 That we, whofe Work commenc'd in Tears, 
 
 May fee our Labours thrive, 
 Till uriifh'd with Succefs, to make 
 Our drooping Hearts revive. 
 
 7 Though he defponds that fows his Grain, 
 
 Yet doubtlefs he mail come, 
 To bind his full-ear'd Sheaves, and bring 
 The joyful Harveft home. 
 
 PSALM CXXVI, Metre ii. 
 
 1 T X THEN God refror'd our captive State, 
 
 V V Joy was our Song, and Grace our 
 Theme ; 
 The Grace beyond our Hopes fo great, 
 That Joy appear'd a painted Dream. 
 
 2 The Scoffer owns thy Hand, and pays 
 Unwilling Honours to thy Name; 
 While we with Pleafure fhout thy Praife, 
 With cheerful Notes thy Love proclaim, 
 
 3 When we review our difmal Fears, 
 'Twas hard to think they'd vanifh fo ; 
 With God we left our flowing Tears, 
 He makes our Joys like Rivers flow, 
 
228 PSALM CXXVIL 
 
 4 The Man, that in his furrow'd Field 
 His fcatter'd Seed with Sadnefs leaves, 
 Will fhout to fee the Harveft yield 
 A welcome Load of joyful Sheaves. 
 
 PSALM CXXVIL Metre i. 
 
 1 TF God to build the Houfe deny, 
 JL The Builders work in vain ; 
 
 And Towns, without his wakeful Eye, 
 An ufelefs Watch maintain, 
 
 2 Why rife ye early, late take reft, 
 
 And eat the Bread of Care? 
 The Balm of Sleep (his Gift confeft) 
 His Children richly fliarc 
 
 3 Know too thy Sons that round' Thee ftand, 
 
 A Gift by Him prepared: 
 Nor Arrows in the Giant's Hand 
 Can yield fo fure a Guard. 
 
 4 Bleft who his Quiver ftores with thefer 
 
 When hoftile Bands are near 
 His Gate, the Storm approaching fees, 
 Yet fees without a Fear. 
 
 PSALM CXXVIL Metre ii. 
 
 1 TF God fucceed not, all the Coft 
 
 A And Pains to build the Houfe are loft: 
 ' If God the City will not keep, 
 The watchful Guards as well may fleep; 
 
 £ What though you rife before the Sun, 
 And work and toil when Day is done ? 
 Careful and fparing eat your Bread, 
 lb ihun that Poverty you dread; 
 
P S A L M cxxvin. ■:■ 
 
 'Tis all in vain, till God hath Weft: 
 
 He can make rich, yet give us Reft : 
 Children and Friends are Bleffings too, 
 If God our Sov'reign make them ftx 
 
 IIappv die Man to whom He fends 
 Obedient Children, faithful Friends ; 
 How fweet our daily Comforts prove, 
 "When they are feafon'd with his Love f 
 
 P S A L M CXXVIIL 
 
 i /"A HAPPY Man, whofe Soul is filrd 
 
 V/ With Zeal and rev'rent Awe ! 
 His Lips to God their Honours yield. 
 His Life adorns the Law. 
 
 2 A careful Providence (hall ftand, 
 
 And ever guard thy Head, 
 Shall on the Labours of thy Hand 
 Its kindly Bleffings filed. 
 
 3 Thy Wife (hall be a fruitful Vine, 
 
 Thy Children round thy Board, 
 Each like a Plant of Honour fhine, 
 And learn to fear the Lord. 
 
 4 The Lord fhall thy beft Hopes fulfil, 
 
 For Months and Years to come; 
 
 The LoUd who dwells on Zion's Hill 
 
 Shall fend thee Bleffings Home. 
 
 5 This is the Man whofe happy Eyes 
 
 Shall fee his Houfe increafe; 
 Shall fee the finking Church arife, 
 Then leave the World in Peace, 
 
[ 230 J 
 
 PS.AL M CXX1X. 
 
 1 ] ' TP from my Youth, may Ifrafcl fay, 
 \J Have I been nurs d in Tears; 
 My Griefs were conftant as the Day, 
 And tedious as the Years. 
 
 £ Up from my Youth I bore the Rage 
 Of all the Sons of Strife; 
 Oft they aflail'd my riper Age, 
 But not deftroy'd my Life. 
 
 3 Their cruel Plough had torn my Flefh 
 
 With Furrows long and deep ; 
 Hourly they vex'd my Wounds afreili, 
 Nor let my Sorrows fleep. 
 
 4 The Lord grew angry on his Throne, 
 
 And with impartial Eye 
 Meafur'd the Mifchiefs they had done, 
 Then let his Arrows fly. 
 
 5 Thus mall the Men who hate the Saints 
 
 Be blafted from the Sky; 
 Their Glory fades, their Courage faults, 
 And all their Projects die. 
 
 6 What though they flourifh tall and fair, 
 
 They have no Root beneath ; 
 Their Growth mail perifh in Defpair, 
 And lie defpis'd in Death.. 
 
 7 So Corn, that on the Houfe-top ftands, 
 
 No Hope of Harveft gives ;. 
 The Reaper ne'er mail fill his Hands, 
 Nor Binder fold the Sheaves, 
 
P S A L M CXXX. 231 
 
 It fprings and withers on the Place; 
 
 No Traveller beftows 
 A Word of Bleffing on the Grafs, 
 
 Nor- minds it as he goes. 
 
 PSALM CXXX. Metre L 
 
 FROM loweil Depths of Woe 
 To God I fent my Cry, 
 Lord, hear my fupplicating Voice, 
 And gracioufly reply. 
 
 FhouldTt Thou feverelv judge, 
 Who can the Trial bear? 
 But Thou forgiv'ft, left we defpond, 
 And quite renounce thy Fear. 
 
 My Soul with Patience waits 
 For Thee the living Lord: 
 Mv Hopes are on thy Promife built, 
 Thy never-failing Word. 
 
 My longing Eyes look out 
 For thy enliv , ning Ray; 
 More duly than the Morning-Watch, 
 To fpy the dawning Day. 
 
 Let Ifrael truft in God, 
 No Bounds his Mercy knows, 
 The plenteous Source and Spring from whence 
 Eternal Succour flows. 
 
 ! Whofe friendly Streams to us 
 Supplies in Want convey ; 
 A healing Spring, a Spring to c!eanfe> 
 And wafh our Guilt away* 
 
. mz j 
 
 PSALM CXXX. Metre ii. 
 
 1 f~\^ T of the Deeps of long Diftiek. 
 V_>^ The Borders of Defpair, 
 
 I fent my Cries to feek thy Graee, 
 My Groans to move thine Ear. 
 
 2 Great God ! fliould thy feverer Eye 
 
 A ad thine impartial Hand, 
 
 Mark and revenge Iniquity, 
 No mortal Flefli could ftand. 
 
 3 But there are Pardons with my God ^ 
 
 For Crimes of high Degree ; 
 Thy Son has bought them with his Blood, 
 To draw us near to Thee. 
 
 4 I wait for thy Salvation, Lord, 
 
 With ftrong Defires I wart ; 
 My Soul, invited by thy Word,. 
 Stands watching at thy Gate. 
 
 5 Juft as the Guards that keep the Night 
 
 Long for the Morning-Skies, 
 Watch the firft Beams of breaking Light, 
 And meet them with their Eyes : 
 
 6 So waits my Soul 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 Ifrael feek his Face |. 
 The Lord is good as well as juft, 
 And plenteous in his Grace. 
 
PSALM CXXX. 233 
 
 8 There's full Redemption at his Throne, 
 For Sinners long enflav'd: 
 The great Redeemer is his Son, 
 And Ijrael mall be fav'd. 
 
 P S A L M CXXX. Metre iii. 
 
 1 TJLUNG'D in a dark and dire Abyfs, 
 
 JL Where Woes in dreadful Confluence roll, 
 I to the Lord, in Groans and Sighs, 
 Sent up the Anguifli of my Soul. 
 
 2 O Thou, th' All-powerful, Good, and True, 
 My Rock, my Refuge, and my Rest, 
 Vouchfafe to hear my fervent Pray'rs, 
 And grant, O grant me my Requefl. 
 
 3 Should'ft Thou thy Judgment-Seat afcend, 
 And Men to thy Tribunal call, 
 
 Not one of all their Race could ftand, 
 But Vengeance muft o'erwhelm them AIL 
 
 4 But, Lord, with Thee Forgivenefs reigns, 
 Reigns with a wide, unbounded Sway, 
 That Sinners may revere thy Name, 
 And with Delight thy Laws obey. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 5 WITH Expectation warm and ftrong, 
 My Spirit waits upon the Lord, 
 ,$nd in my Hours of dark Diftrefs, 
 Hope cafls its Anchor on his Word. 
 
 6 As Centinels with longing Eyes 
 Watch the firft Glimpfe of riling Day ; 
 So waits my Soul upon the Lord, 
 
 With outftretch'd Wings to meet his Way. 
 
SS4 PSALM CXXXL 
 
 7 Let Ifracl on his God rely 
 
 To crufli his Foes, and footh his Pains t 
 Mercy is his fupreme Delight,, 
 And in a thoufand Bleffings reigns. 
 
 S He that was lfrael\ God of old, 
 As ffrael's God will ftill be known, 
 To fave him from his Sins and Woes, 
 And guide and guard him as his own. 
 
 P S A L M CXXXL Metre L 
 \$ TS there Ambition in my Heart? 
 -1- Search, gracious God, and fee: 
 Or do I act a haughty Part ? 
 
 Lord, I appeal to Thee! 
 
 2 I charge my Thoughts, be humble ftill, 
 
 And all my Carnage mild, 
 Content, my Father, with thy Will, 
 And quiet as a Child. 
 
 3 The patient Soul, the lowly Mind, 
 
 Shall have a large Reward : 
 Let Saints in Sorrow lie refign'd, 
 And trull a faithful Lord. 
 
 n. 
 
 P S A L M CXXXL Metre 
 
 1 TS there in me a Lofty Heart? 
 
 -1- Meek Saviour, Thou thy Grace impart: 
 Let no vain Pomp attract my View, 
 Nor Honour's Prize my Thoughts puriue 
 
 2 Create in me Affections mild, 
 And form me humble as die Child, 
 That meek and filent finks to reft, 
 Wean'd from the tender Parent's Brenit. 
 2 
 
PSALM CXXXII. 235 
 
 3 O, kinder than that Parent, fee 
 Thy Maker, Ifrael, cheriihthee: 
 lo lateft Times on Him depend, 
 Thv Guide, thy Guardian, and thy Friend, 
 
 PSALM CXXXIL Metre i. 
 
 1 A RISE, O King of Grace, arife, 
 ^LJl And enter to thy Reft ! 
 
 Lo ! thy Church waits with longing Eyes, 
 Thus to be own'd and bleft. 
 
 2 Enter with all thy glorious Train, 
 
 Thy Spirit and thy Word; 
 
 All that the Ark did once contain, 
 
 Could no fuch Grace afford. 
 
 3 Here, mighty God, accept our Vows, 
 
 Here let thy Praife be fpread ; 
 
 Blefs the Provisions of thy Houfe, 
 
 And fill thy Poor with Bread. 
 
 4 Here let the Son of David reign ; 
 
 Let God's Anointed mine; 
 Juftice and Truth his Court maintain, 
 With Love and Pow'r divine. 
 
 6 Here let Him hold a lading Throne; 
 And as his Kingdom grows, 
 Frefh Honours fhall adorn his Crown, 
 And Shame confound his Foes. 
 
 PSALM CXXXII. Metre it. 
 
 EHOLD us, Lord, with willing Feet, 
 The Manfion of thy Prefence greet, 
 Each Heart infiam'd with grateful Zeal, 
 And proftrate at thy Footftool kneel. 
 
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236 P S A L M CXXXH. 
 
 2 Rife, IfraeVs Fathjer, God and Friend; 
 Pleas'd to thy Place of Reft afcend ; 
 Thou and thine Ark, — tremendous Shrine 
 Of Majefty and Po w'r divine ! 
 
 3 While Righteoufnefs thy Priefts arrays, 
 O let thy Saints their thankful Lays 
 Prolong; — and in their Saviour's Name 
 His purchas'd Favours humbly claim. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 4 THE God of Jacob chofe the Hill 
 Of Zion for his ancient Reft; 
 
 And Zion is his Dwelling ftill, 
 
 His Church is with his Prefence bleft, 
 
 5 " Here will I fix my gracious Throne? 
 And reign for ever, faith the Lord ; 
 Here fliall my Pow'r and Love be known, 
 And Bleffings fhall attend my Word. 
 
 6 Here will I meet the hungry Poor, 
 And fill their Souls with living Bread: 
 Sinners that wait before my Door, 
 With fweet Proviflon fliall be fed. 
 
 7 Girded with Truth, and cloth'd with Grace, 
 Mv Priefts, my Minifters fliall fhinc; 
 Not Aaron in his coftly Drefs 
 
 Made an Appearance fo divine. 
 
 8 The Saints unable to contain 
 
 Their inward Joys, fliall ihout and fmg ; 
 The Son of David here fhall reign, 
 And Zion triumph in her King. 
 
P S A L M CXXXIII. 237 
 
 9 Jesus fhall fee a num'rous Seed 
 
 Born here, t? uphold his glorious Name, 
 His Crown iliall flourifh on his Head, 
 While all his Foes are cloth'd with Shame.' 1 
 
 PSALM CXXXIII. Metre i. 
 
 1 O, what an entertaining Sight 
 JLi Are Brethren that agree, 
 Brethren, whole cheerful Hearts unite 
 
 In Bands of Piety ! 
 
 2 When Streams of Love from Christ the 
 
 Defcend to ev'ry Soul; [Spring 
 
 And heav'nly Peace, with balmy Wing, 
 Shades and bedews the Whole: 
 
 3 ' lis like the Oil divinely fweet 
 
 On Aaron's rev 'rend Head ; 
 The trickling Drops perfum'd his Feet, 
 And o'er his Garments fpread. 
 
 4 'Tis pleafant as the Morning-Dews 
 
 That fall on S ion's Hill, 
 Where God his mildeft Glory fhews, 
 And makes his Grace diftil. 
 
 P S A L M CXXXIII. Metre it 
 1 T TOW pleafant 'tis to fee 
 
 A -l Kindred and Friends agree, 
 Each in his proper Station move ; 
 And each fulfil his Part, 
 With fympathizing Heart, 
 In all the Cares of Life and Love! 
 
 5 'Tis like the Ointment ihed 
 On Aaron's facred Head, 
 
 Divine! v rich, divinely fweet ; 
 
 L 
 
238 PSALM CXXXIV. 
 
 The Oil through all the Room 
 Diffus'd a choice perfume, - 
 Ran through his Robes, and blefl his Feet. 
 
 3 Like fruitful ShowVs of Rain 
 
 That water all the Plain, 
 Defcending from the neighb'ring Hills; 
 
 Such Streams of Pleafure roll 
 
 Through ev'ry friendly Soul, 
 Where Love like heav'nly Dew diflils. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIIL Metre Hi. 
 
 a TJ OW bled the Sight, the Joy how fweet, 
 
 XjL WhenBrothersjoin'dwithBrothersmeet 
 
 In Bands of mutual Love ! 
 Lefs fweet the liquid Fragrance, {hed 
 On Aaron's confecrated Head, 
 
 Ran trickling from above, 
 
 2 And reach'd his Beard, and reach'd his Vefl:— 
 Lefs fweet the Dews on IlermoiCs Breaft, 
 
 Or S ion's Hill defcend : 
 That Hill has God with Bleflings crown'd, 
 There promis'd Grace that knows no Bound, 
 And Life that knows no End. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIV. Metre I 
 
 I "VTE that obey th 1 immortal King, 
 A Attend his holy Place ; 
 Bow to the Glories or his Pow'r, 
 And blefs his wond'rous Grace. 
 
 ■2 Lift up your Hands by Morning-Light, 
 And fend your Souls on high : 
 Raife your admiring Thoughts by Night 
 \ Above the Harry Sky. 
 
PSAL M CXXXV. 239 
 
 3 The God of Zion cheers our Hearts, 
 With Rays of quick'ning Grace; 
 The God that fpreads the Heav'ns abroad, 
 And rules die i welling Seas. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIV. Metre ii. 
 
 1 "V7"K Servants of th' eternal King, 
 
 JL Your grateful Hymns triumphant fing, 
 While gliding round the duikv Pole, 
 The ftarry Orbs in Silence roll. 
 
 2 To you I call, the chofen Band, 
 Who take amid his Courts your Stand; 
 Within his Temple's vaulted Frame, 
 With lifted Hands his Praife proclaim. 
 
 3 And lie, may He, whofe Pow'r has made 
 The Earth, and I Ieav'n's wide Arch difplay'd. 
 From facred Sion bid thee prove 
 
 "I 'he Bleilings of his boundlefs Love. 
 
 PSAL M CXXXV. Metre i. 
 
 1 A W AKE, ye Saints, to praife your King, 
 <£~\. Your fweeteft Paflions raife; 
 
 Your pious Pleafures, while you fing, 
 Increafing with the Praife. 
 
 2 Great is the Lord ; and Works unknown 
 
 Are his divine Employ; 
 But frill his Saints are near his Throne, 
 His Treafure and his Joy, 
 
 3 Heav'n, Earth, and Sea, confefs his Hand 
 
 He bids the Vapours rife ; 
 Lightning and Storm at his Command 
 Sweep through the founding Skiei, 
 L 2 
 
240 PSA L M CXXXV. 
 
 4 All Pow'r that Gods or Kings have claim'd, 
 
 Is found with Him alone : 
 But Heathen Gods fhould ne'er he nam'd, 
 Where our Jehovah's known. 
 
 5 Which of the Stocks or Stones they truft 
 
 Can give them Show'rs of Rain? 
 In vain they worfhip glitt'ring Dull:, 
 And pray to Gold in vain. 
 
 6 O Britain, know the living God, 
 
 Serve him with Faith and Fear; 
 He makes thy Churches his Abode, 
 And claims thine Honours there. 
 
 P S A L M CXXXV. Metre ii. 
 
 1 T)RAISE ye the Lord, exalt his Name, 
 JL While in his holy Courts ye wait; 
 Ye Saints that to his Houfe belong, 
 
 Or ftand attending at his Gate. 
 
 2 Praife ye the Lord ; the Lord is good: 
 To praife his Name is fweet Employ; 
 Ifrael he chofe of old, and itill 
 
 His Church is his peculiar Joy. 
 
 3 The Lord Himfelf will judge his Saints; 
 'He treats his Servants as his Friends; 
 
 And when He hears their fore Complaints, 
 Repents the Sorrows that He fends. 
 
 4 Through ev'ry Age the Lord declares 
 His Name, and breaks th' Oppreflbr's Rod: 
 He gives his fuff'ring Servants Reft, 
 
 And will be known, Th' Almighty God. 
 
P S A L M CXXXVI. 241 
 
 Blefs ye the Lord, who tafte his Love; 
 People and Priefts exalt his Name : 
 Among liis Saints he ever dwells; 
 His Church is his Jeru/alem. 
 
 P S A L M CXXXVI. Metre i. 
 
 \ t^ IV K Thanks toGoD the fovVeignLoRD ; 
 \J JI is Mercies /till endure ! 
 And he the King of Kings ador'd; 
 His Truth is ever Jure. 
 
 2 What Wonders hath his Wifdom done ! 
 
 How mighty is his Hand! 
 Heav'n, Earth, and Sea, He fram'd alone : 
 How wide is his Command! 
 
 3 The Sun fupplies the Day with Light: 
 
 How bright his Counjels fliine ! 
 The Moon and Stars adorn the Night: 
 His Works are all divine ! 
 
 4 He faw the Nations dead in Sin j 
 
 He felt his Pity move : 
 How fad the State the World was in ! 
 How boundlejs was his Love! 
 
 5 He fent to fave us from our Woe ; 
 
 His Goodnefs never fails ; 
 From Death and Hell, and ev'ry Foe>> 
 And flill his Grace prevails. 
 
 6 Give Thanks to God, the heav'nly King; 
 
 His Mercies ft ill endure ; 
 Let the whole Earth his Praifes fing ; 
 His Truth is ever fure. 
 L 3 
 
r 2->2 
 
 P S A L M CXXXVL Metre ii. 
 
 1 /^ IV'E to our God immortal Praife; 
 %JX Mercy and 1 ruth are ail his Ways : 
 JVonders of Grace to God belong, 
 Repeat his Mercies in your Song. 
 
 2 Give to the Lord of Lords Renown, 
 The King of Kings with Glory crown: 
 His Mercies ever jliall endure, 
 
 When Lords and Kings are known no more. 
 
 3 He built the Earth, He fpread the Sky, 
 And fix'd the ftarry Lights on high: 
 Wonders of Grace to God belong, 
 Repeat his Mercies in your Song. 
 
 4 He fills the Sun with Morning-Light, 
 He bids the Moon direct the Night: 
 Bis Mercis ever Jkall endure, 
 
 When Suns and Moons fhall Ihine no more. 
 
 5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's Hand, 
 And brought them to the promis'd Land: 
 Wonders of Grace to God belong, 
 Repeat his Mercies in your Song. 
 
 6 He faw the Gentiles dead in Sin, 
 And felt his Pity work within: 
 His Mercies ever fliall endure, 
 
 When Death and Sin (hall reign no move. 
 
 1 He fent his Son with Pow'r to fave 
 
 From Guilt and Darknefs, and the Grave: 
 JVonders of Grace to God belong, 
 Repeat his Mercies in your Song. 
 
P S A L M CXXXVT. 213 
 
 3 Through this vain World he guides our Feet,. 
 And leads us to his heav'nly Seat: 
 His Mercies ever {hall endure. 
 When this vain World fliaU be no more, 
 
 P S A L M CXXXVI. Metre 
 f^ IVE Thanks to God Moil II 
 
 The univerial Lord; 
 
 The fov'rcign King of Kings, 
 And be his Grace ador'd. 
 
 His Pow'r and Grace 
 
 Are /till 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 Seas, 
 And fpread the Heav'ns alone. 
 
 Thy Mercy, Lord, 
 Shall J till endure y 
 And ever jure 
 Abides thy Word. 
 
 3 His Wifdom form'd the Sun, 
 To crown the Day with Light ; 
 The Moon and twinkling Stars,. 
 To cheer the darkfome Night, 
 
 His Pow*r and Grace 
 Are ft ill the fame ; 
 And let his Name 
 Have endlefs Praife. 
 
 4 He law the Nations lie 
 All perifhing in Sin, 
 And pity'd the fad State 
 The ruin'd World was in. 
 
244 PSALM CXXXVIL 
 
 Thy Mercy, Lord, 
 Shall Jlill endure ; 
 And ever fure 
 Abides thy Word. 
 
 5 He fent his only Son, 
 
 To fave us from our Woe; 
 From Satan, Sin, and Death, 
 And ev'ry hurtful Tot. 
 
 His Pow'r and Grace 
 
 Are Jlill the fame ; 
 
 And let his Name 
 
 Have endlefs Praife. 
 
 6 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 x I till endure ; 
 And ever Jure 
 A hides thy Word. 
 
 F S A L M CXXXVIL 
 
 'HEN we, our wearied Limbs to reft, 
 Sat down byproudE uphr a tes' Stream, 
 We wept with doleful Thoughts oppreft, 
 And Sion was our mournful Theme, 
 2 Our Harps, that, when with joy we fung, 
 Were wont their tuneful Part to bear, 
 With filent Strings negledted hung, 
 On Willow Trees that wither \l there. 
 
 3. Mean while our Foes, who all confpir'd 
 To triumph in our flavifli Wrongs, 
 Mufick and Mirth of us requir'd, 
 u Come, fing us one of Smi's Songs/ * 
 
PSALM CXXXVIIL 245 
 
 4 How fhall we tune our Voice to fing? 
 Or touch our Harps with fkilful Hands ? 
 Shall Hymns of Joy to God our King 
 Be fung by Slaves in foreign Lands ? 
 
 5 O Salem, our once happy Seat; 
 When I of thee forgetful prove, 
 Let then my trembling Hand forget 
 The fpeaking Strings with Art to move. 
 
 6 If I to mention thee forbear, 
 External Silence feize my Tongue : 
 Or if I fing one cheerful Air, 
 Till thy Deliverance is my Song. 
 
 P S A L M CXXXVIIL Metre i. 
 
 [King, 
 
 1 "T X 7TTH my whole Heart, my God and 
 
 V V Thy Praife I will proclaim ; - 
 Before the Gods with Joy I'll fing, 
 And blefs thy holy Name. 
 
 2 I'll worihip at thy facred Seat, 
 
 And with thy Love infpir'd, 
 
 The Praifes of thy Truth repeat, 
 
 O'er all thy Works admir'd. 
 
 3 Thou gracioufiy inclin'dft thine Ear, 
 
 When I to Thee did cry : 
 And when my Soul was prefs'd with Feai ? 
 Didft inward Strength fupply. 
 
 4 For God, although endiron'd on high, 
 
 Does thence the Poor refpect: 
 The Proud far off, his fcornful Eye 
 Beholds with juft Nerle&. 
 L 5 
 
246 PSA L M CXXXVIIL 
 
 5 Though I with Troubles am opprefs'd. 
 
 He ilia.ll my Foes difarm, 
 Relieve my Soul,, when moft diflrefs'd, 
 And keep me fafe from Harm. 
 
 6 The Lord, whole Mercies ever lafr, 
 
 Shall fix my happy State ; 
 And mindful of his Favours paft, 
 Shall his own Work complete. 
 
 PSALM CXXXVIIL Metre u. 
 
 i TXTTTH all my Fowls of Heart and 
 V V Tongue 
 
 I'll praife my Maker in my Song:' 
 Angels ihal! hear the Notes 1 raife, 
 Approve the Song, and join the Praife. 
 
 2 Angels that: make thy Church their Care 
 Shall witnefs my Devotions there, 
 While holy Zeal direfts my Eyes 
 
 To thy fair Temple in the- Skies. 
 
 3 PJ1 ling thy Truth and Mercy,, Lord ? . 
 I'll img the Wonders of thy Word ;. 
 Not all thy Works and Names below 
 So much thy Pow'r and Glory fhow. 
 
 4 To God I cry'd when Troubles- rofe; 
 He heard me, and fubdu'd my Foes: 
 He did my riflng Fears control, 
 
 And Strength diffus'd through all. my SouL. 
 
 5. The God of Heav'n maintains his State, 
 Frowns on the Proud, arid fcorns the Great; 
 But from his Throne defcends to fee. 
 The Sons of humble Poverty* 
 
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P S A L M CXXXIX. 247- 
 
 6 Amidft a thoufand Snares T ftand, 
 Upheld and guarded by thy Hand: 
 Thy Words my fainting Soul revive, 
 And keep my dying Faith alive. 
 
 7 Grace will complete what Grace begins, . 
 To fave from Sorrows, or from Sins : 
 The Work that Wifdom undertakes 
 Eternal Mercy ne'er forfakes. 
 
 P S A L M CXXXIX. Metre il. 
 
 1 TN all my vaft Concerns with Thee, 
 JL In vain my Soul would try 
 
 To mun'thy Prefence, Lord, or flee'- 
 The Notice of thine Eye. . 
 
 2 Thy all-furrounding Sight furveys 
 
 My Riling and my Reft ; 
 My public Walks, my private Ways,, 
 And Secrets of my Breaft. 
 
 3: My Thoughts lie open to the Lord, 
 Before they're form'd within ; 
 And ere my Lips pronounce the Word, 
 He knows the Senfe I mean, 
 
 4: O wond'fous Knowledge, deep and .high f 
 Where can a Creature hide? 
 Within thy circling Arms I lie,, 
 Befet on ev'ry Side, . 
 
 5. So let thy Grace furround me ftfll^ . 
 And like a Bulwark prove, 
 To guard my Soul from ev'ry III, . 
 Secur'd by fov'reign Love 9 . 
 L 6 
 
248 PSALM CXXXIX. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 6 LORD, where fhall guilty Souls retire. 
 
 Forgotten and unknown ? 
 In Hell, they meet thy dreadful Fire, 
 In Heav'n thy glorious Throne. 
 
 7 Should I fupprefs my vital Breath, 
 
 To 'fcape the Wrath divine ; 
 Thy Voice would break the Bars of Death, 
 And make the Grave refign. 
 
 8 If, wing'd with Beams of Morning-Light, 
 
 I fly beyond the Wejl; 
 Thy Hand, which mull: fupport my Flight, 
 Wou'd foon betray my Reft. 
 
 9 If o'er my Sins I think to draw 
 
 The Curtains of the Night; 
 Thofe flaming Eyes that guard thy Law, 
 Would turn the Shades to Light. 
 
 10 The Beams of Noon, the Midnight-Hours, 
 Are both alike to Thee : 
 () may I ne'er provoke that Pow'r 
 From which I cannot flee ! 
 
 PART III. 
 il WHEN I with pleafing Wonder (land, 
 And all my Frame furvey, 
 Lord, 'tis thy Work; I own thy Hand 
 Thus built my humble Clay. 
 
 1 2 Thy Hand my Heart and Reins poiTeft, 
 Where unborn Nature grew; 
 iThy Wifdom ail my Features trac'd, 
 And all my Members drew, 
 
PSALM CXXXIX. 249 
 
 13 Thine Eve with niceft Care furvey'd 
 The Growth of ev'ry Part; 
 Till the wholeScheme thyThoughts had laid, 
 Was copied by thine Art. 
 
 1 4" Heav'n, Earth and Sea, and Fire and Wind, 
 Shew me thy wond'rous Skill ; 
 But I review myfelf, and find 
 Diviner Wonders ft ill. 
 
 1 5 Thine awful Glories round me fliine, 
 
 My Flefti proclaims thy Praife ; 
 Lord, to thy Works of Nature join 
 Thy Miracles of Grace. 
 
 PAJiTIV. 
 
 16 LORD, when I count thy Mercies o'er, 
 
 They ftrike me with Surprife ; 
 Not all the Sands that fpread the Shore 
 To equal Numbers rife. 
 
 17 My Fle(h with Fear and Wonder ftands, 
 
 The Product of thy Skill; 
 And hourly Bleilings from thy Hands 
 Thy Thoughts of Love reveal. 
 
 IS Thefe on my Heart by Night I keep; 
 How kind, how dear to me ! 
 O may the Hour that ends my Sleep 
 Still find my Thoughts with Thee ! 
 
 PSALM CXXXIX. Met:e ii. 
 
 I T ORD, Thou haft fearch'd and (ten me 
 JL-i through ; 
 
 Thine Eve commands, with piercing View, 
 
 My rifing and my refting Hours, 
 
 My Heart, and Flefh, with all their Pow'rs, 
 
250 PSALM CXXXIX. 
 
 2 My Thoughts before they are my own, 
 Are to my God -diitin&ly known ; 
 
 He knows the Words I mean to fpeak, 
 Ere from my op'ning Lips they break, 
 
 3 Within thy circling Pow'r I (land; 
 On ev'ry Side I find thy Hand; 
 Awake, afleep, at home, abroad, 
 
 I am furrounded ftill with God. 
 
 4 Amazing Knowledge, vaft and great ! 
 What large Extent ! what lofty Height ! 
 My Soul, with all the Pow'rs I boafty 
 Is in the boundlefs ProfpecT: loft. N 
 
 [0 may-thefe Thoughts -pojffefs v\y Breaft^ 
 JVhere-e'er I rove, where-e'er I reji! 
 Nor let my weaker Paffions dare 
 Confent to Jin, for God is there.] 
 
 PART II. 
 
 5 COULD I fo falfe, fo faithlefs prove 
 To quit thy Service and thy Love, 
 Where, Lord, could I thy Prefence fhun,, 
 Or from thy dreadful Glory run ? 
 
 6 If up to Heav'ri I take my Flight,. 
 
 'lis there Thou dwell' ft enthron'd in Light; ; 
 Or dive to Hell, there Vengeance reigns, . 
 And Satan groans beneath thy Chains,. 
 
 7 If mounted on a Morning-Ray, , 
 I fly beyond the We/tern Sea, 
 
 Thy fwifter Hand would firft arrive* , 
 And.there arreft thy Fugitive, . 
 
PSALM CXXXIX. 251 
 
 & &t mould I try to fhun thy Sight 
 Beneath the fpreading Veil of Night, 
 One Glance of Thine, one piercing Ray, 
 Would kindle Darknefs into Day. 
 
 9 The Veil of Night is no Dlfguife, 
 ISo Screen from thy a-11-fearching Eves ; 
 Thy Hand can feize thy Foes as foon 
 Through Midnight-Shades as blazing Noon, 
 
 [0 may thefe Thoughts pofefs-mi) Breajl,. 
 Where-e'er I rev,e> where-e'er I reft! 
 Nor let my weaker Pafjlons dare 
 Confent to Jin, for God is there.] 
 
 PART Hi; 
 
 10 'TWAS from thy Hand, my God, I came ; 
 A Work of inch a curious Frame; 
 In me thy fearful Wonders fhine, 
 And each proclaims thy Skill divine. 
 
 Id Thine Eyes did all my Limbs furvey, 
 Which yet in. dark Confufion lay; 
 Thou faw'ft the daily Growth they took^, 
 Form'd by the Model of thy Book'. 
 
 V2 By Thee my growing Parts were nam'd, 
 And what thy fov'reign Counfeis fram'd, 
 (The breathing Lungs, the beating Heart) 
 Was copy'd with unerring Art. 
 
 13 To mew th' Almighty Maker's Name,- 
 God ftatnpt his Image on my Frame, 
 And by his wond'r.ous Couniei join'd 
 The.- finifh'd Members to the. Mind, 
 
252 PSALM CXXXIX. 
 
 14 There the young Seeds of Thought began, 
 And all the Paffions of the Man : 
 
 Great God, our Infant-Nature pays 
 Immortal Tribute to thy Praife. 
 
 PART IV. 
 
 15 LORD, fince in my advancing Age 
 I've afted on Life's bufy Stage, 
 
 Thy Thoughts of Love to me furmount 
 The Pow'r of Numbers to recount. 
 
 16 I could furvey the Ocean o'er, 
 
 And count each Sand that makes the Shore, 
 Before my fwifteft Thoughts could trace 
 The num'rous Wonders of thy Grace. 
 
 17 Thefe on my Heart are ftill impreft, * 
 With thefe I give my Eyes to Reft ; 
 And at my waking Hour I find 
 God and his Love pofiefs my Mind. 
 
 PART V. 
 
 18 MY God, what inward Grief I feel, 
 When impious Men tranfgrefs thy Will ! 
 I mourn to hear their Lips profane 
 7"ake thv tremendous Name in vain. 
 
 19 Does not my Soul deteft and hate 
 The Sons of Malice and Deceit ? 
 Thofe that oppofe thy Laws and Thee, 
 I count them Enemies to me. 
 
 20 Lord, fearch my Soul, try ev'ry Thought; 
 Though my own Heart accufe me not 
 Of walking in a falfe Difguife, 
 
 I beg the Trial of thine Eyes. 
 
P S A L M CXL. 
 
 21 Doth fecret Mifchieflurk within? 
 Do I indulge fome unknown Sin? 
 O turn my Feet whene'er I ftray, 
 And lead me in thy perfect Way. 
 
 p 
 
 P S A L M CXL. 
 
 RESERVE me, Lord, from crafty Foes 
 Of treacherous Intent ; 
 And from the Sons of Violence 
 On open Mifchief bent. 
 
 2 Their fland'ring Tongues the Serpent's Sting 
 
 In Sharpnefs do exceed ; 
 Between their Lips the Gall of Afps, 
 And Adders' Venom, breed. 
 
 3 But thus environ'd with Diftrefs, 
 
 11 Thou art my God, I faid, 
 " Lord, hear my fupplicating Voice, 
 " That calls to Thee for Aid. 
 
 4 " Permit not their unjuft Deilgns 
 
 " To ahfwer their Defire ; 
 " Left they, encourag'd by Succefs, 
 " To bolder Crimes afpire." 
 
 5 Though Slander's Breath may raife a Storm, 
 
 It quickly will decay: 
 Their Rage does but the Torrent fwell, 
 That bears themfelves away. 
 
 6 God will affert the poor Man's Caufe* 
 
 And fpeedy Succour give , 
 The Juft fhall celebrate his Praife, 
 And in his Prefence live. 
 
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 PSALM CXLL 
 
 God, accept my early Vows,. 
 
 ike Morning-Incenfe in thine Houfe,. 
 And let my nightly Wormip rife 
 Sweet as the Ev'ning-Sacrifice. 
 
 Watch o'er my Lips, and guard them, Lord> 
 From ev'ry raih and heedlefs Word ; 
 Nor let my Feet incline to tread 
 The guilty Paths where Sinners lead. 
 
 O may the Righteous, when I ftray, 
 Smite and reprove my wand' ring Way ! 
 Their gentle Words, like Ointment fried, 
 Shall never bruife, but cheer my Head- 
 When I behold them preft with GriefV 
 I'll cry to Heav'n for, their Relief; 
 And by my warm Petitions prove, 
 How much I prize their faithful Love. 
 
 PSALM CXLII. 
 
 TO God I made my Sorrows known, 
 From God I fought Relief; 
 In long Complaints before his Throne 
 I pour'd out all my Grief.. 
 
 My Soul was overwhelm'd with Woes, 
 
 My Heart began to break; 
 My God, who all my Burdens knows, 
 
 He knows the Way I take. 
 
 On ev'ry Side I call mine Eye, 
 
 And found my Helpers gone; 
 While Friends and Strangers pafs'd me by 
 
 Neglected, or unknown. 
 
P S A L M CXLIIL 95J 
 
 4 Then did I raife a louder Cry, 
 
 And calPd thy Mercies near: 
 u Thou art my Portion when I die, 
 11 Be Thou my Refuge here." 
 
 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, 
 
 Now let thine Ear attend, 
 And make my Foes who vex me know 
 I've an Almighty Friend. 
 
 6 From my fad Prifon fet me free, 
 
 Then (hall I praife thy Name; 
 And holy Men mail join with me, 
 Thy Kindnefs to proclaim. 
 
 P S A L M CXLIIL Metre I 
 
 1 T TEAR, graciousLop.D,myferventPray'r, 
 A JL Indulge my humble Cry: 
 
 Thy Truth and Righteoufnefs declare, 
 And fave me from on high. 
 
 2 Remit my Guilt, nor call me forth 
 
 In Judgment to appear : 
 Since none of all the Tribes on Earth 
 Can in thy Sight be clear. 
 
 3 The Hand of unrelenting Pow'r 
 
 My Happinefs invades: 
 As Men that long have been no more* 
 I grovel in the Shades. 
 
 4 Hence potent Grief and gloomy Care 
 
 My inward Peace defhoy : 
 The black Imrufions of Defpair 
 Cloud evVy Glimpfe of Joy. 
 
256 P S A L M CXLIIL 
 
 5 Yet from the Scenes of paft Diftrefs 
 
 Some Comforts I derive; 
 The ancient Wonders of thy Grace 
 My dying Hopes revive. 
 
 6 To Thee I ftretch my Hands abroad, 
 
 And raife my mental Pow'rs ; 
 So thirfts the dry and parched Clod 
 For the refreshing Show'rs. 
 
 I Hear, O mv God, be quick to fave ; 
 
 .My vital Strength decays: 
 Thine Ad fence brings rne near the Grave, 
 While Grief confumes my Days* 
 
 8 When balmy Sleep forfakes my Head, 
 
 Thy gracious Aid impart; 
 Defcribe the Path I ought to tread, 
 And fix it in my Heart, 
 
 PART II. 
 
 9 TO Thee my languid Soul afpires, 
 
 When threat'ning Foes engage ; 
 O bow thine Ear to my Defires, 
 And difconcert their Rage ! 
 
 10 Teach me to execute thy Will, 
 My only fov'reign Guide ; 
 And bear me to thy facred Hilly 
 Where endlefs Joys refide. 
 
 I I Quicken, O God ! and make me whole, 
 
 Extinguish all Defpair ; 
 Enlarge and extricate my Soul, 
 And diffipate my Care. 
 
PSALM CXLIII. 257 
 
 12 Then, while thy Goodnefs mall prolong 
 The Meaiure of my Days, 
 My grateful Soul fliall prompt myTongue 
 To celebrate thy Praife. 
 
 P S A L M CXLIII. Metre ii. 
 
 1 A /TY righteous Judge, mv gracious God, 
 JLVA. Hear when I fpread my Hands abroad, 
 And cry for Succour from thy Throne ; 
 
 make thy Truth and Mercy known ! 
 
 2 Let Judgment not againft me pafs ; 
 Behold thy Servant pleads thy Grace : 
 Should Juftice call us to thy Bar, 
 No Man alive is guiltlefs there. 
 
 3 Look down in Pity, Lord, and fee 
 The mighty Woes that burden me : 
 Down to the Duft my Life is brought, 
 Like one long bury'd and forgot. 
 
 4 I dwell in Darknefs and unfeen ; 
 My Heart is defolate within: 
 
 My Thoughts in mufmg Silence trace 
 The ancient Wonders of thy Grace. 
 
 5 Thence I derive a Glimpfe of Hope, 
 To bear my finking Spirits up ; 
 
 1 ftretch my Hands to God again, 
 And thirft like parched Lands for Rain. 
 
 6 In Thee I truft, to Thee I ngh, 
 And lift my heavy Soul on high; 
 For Thee fit waiting all the Day, 
 And wear the tirefome Hours awaw 
 
258 PSALM CXLIV. 
 
 7 Break off my Fetters, Lord, and mow 
 Which is the Path my Feet mould go; 
 If Snares and Foes befet the Road, 
 
 I fiee to hide me near my God. 
 
 8 Teach me to do thy holy Will, 
 And lead me to thy heav'nly Hill ; 
 Let the good Spirit of thy Love 
 Conduct me to thy Courts above. 
 
 9 Then fhall my Soul no more complain ; 
 The Tempter then fhall rage in vain ; 
 And Flefli that was my Foe before, 
 Shall never vex my Spirit more. 
 
 P S A L M CXLIV. 
 
 1 T70R ever bleiFed be the Lord, 
 
 Jl My Saviour and my Shield : 
 He fends his Spirit with his Word, 
 To arm me for the Field. 
 
 2 When Sin and Hell their Force unite, 
 
 He makes my Soul his Care, 
 Inftru&s me to the heav'nly Fight, 
 And guards me through the War. 
 
 3 A Friend and Helper fo divine, 
 
 Does my weak Courage raife ; 
 He makes the glorious Vift'ry mine, 
 And His mail be the Praife. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 4 LORD, what is Man, poor feeble Man, 
 
 Born of the Earth at firft ! 
 His Life a Shadow, light and vain, 
 Still haftine to the DufL 
 
PSALM CXLV. 259 
 
 5 O what is feeble, dying Man, 
 
 Or any of his Race, 
 That God mould make it his Concern 
 To vifit him with Grace ! 
 
 6 That God who darts his Lightnings down, 
 
 Who (hakes the Worlds above, 
 And Mountains tremble at his Frown; 
 How wond'rous is his Love ! 
 
 P A R T TIL 
 
 7 HAPPY the City, where their Sons 
 Like Pillars round a Palace let, 
 
 And Daughters, bright as poliuYd Stones, 
 Give Strength and Beauty to the State, 
 
 8 Happy the Country where the Sheep, 
 Cattle and Corn have large Increafe; 
 Where Men fecurely work or fleep, 
 Nor Sous of Plunder break the Peace. 
 
 9 Happy the Nation thus endow'd, 
 But more divinely bleis'd are thofe 
 On whom the All-iufficient God 
 Himfelf with all his Grace beftows. 
 
 P S A L M CXLV. Metre i. 
 
 1 T ONG as I live I'll blefs thy Name, 
 ,JL J My King, my God of Love; 
 My Work and Joy mall be the lame 
 
 In the bright World above. 
 
 2 Great is the Lord, his Pow'r unknown, 
 
 And let his Praile be great : 
 I'll fing the Honours of thy Throne, 
 Thy Works of Grace repeat* 
 
260 P S A L M CXEV. 
 
 3 Thy Grace mall dwell upon my Tongue ; 
 
 And while my Lips rejoice, 
 The Men that hear my facred Song, 
 Shall join their cheerful Voice. 
 
 4 Fathers to Sons fhall teach thy Name, 
 
 And Children learn thy Ways ; 
 
 Ages to come thy Truth proclaim, 
 
 And Nations found thy Praife. 
 
 5 Thv glorious Deeds, of ancient Date, 
 
 Shall through the World be known ; 
 Thine Arm of Pow'r, thy heav'nly State, 
 With public Splendor mown. 
 
 6 The World is manag'd by thy Hands, 
 
 Thy Saints are rui'd by Love ; 
 And thine eternal Kingdom ftands, 
 Though Rocks and Hills remove. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 7 SWEET is the Mem'ry of thy Grace, 
 
 My God, my heav'nly King ! 
 Let Age to Age thy Righteoufnefs 
 In Sounds of Glory fing : 
 
 8 God reigns on high, but not confines 
 
 His Goodnefs to the Skies; 
 Through the whole Earth his Bounty mines, 
 And ev'ry Want fupplies. 
 
 9 With longing Eyes thv Creatures wait 
 
 On Thee for daily Food ; 
 Thy lib'ral Hand provides their Meat, 
 And fills their Mouths with Good, 
 
P S A L M CXLV. 261 
 
 10 How kind are thy Compaflions, Lord ! 
 
 How flow thine Anger moves! 
 " But foon He fends his pard'ning Word 
 To cheer the Souls He loves. 
 
 1 1 Creatures, with all their endlefs Race, 
 
 Thy Pow'r and Praife proclaim; 
 But Saints, that tafte thy richer Grace, 
 Delight to blefs thy Name. 
 
 PART VOL 
 
 1 2 LET ev'ry Tongue thy Goodnefs fpeak, 
 
 Thou fov'reign Lord of All: 
 Thy ftrength'ning Hands uphold the Weak, 
 And raife the Poor that fall. 
 
 13 When Sorrow bows the Spirit down, 
 
 Or Virtue lies diftreft 
 Beneath fome proud Oppreflfor's Frown, 
 Thou giv'ft the Mourners Reft. 
 
 14 The Lord fupports our tott'ring Days, 
 
 And guides our giddy Youth: 
 Holy and jiift are all his Ways, 
 And all his Words are Truth. 
 
 15 He knows the Pains his Servants fee!. 
 
 He hears his Children cry ; 
 And their bell: Wifties to fulfil 
 His Grace is ever nigh. 
 
 16 His Mercy never mall remove 
 From Men of Heart fincere.; 
 
 He faves the Souls, whofe humble Love 
 Is join'd with holy Fear. 
 
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im PSAL M CXLV. 
 
 1 7 My Lips {hall dwell upon his Praife, 
 * And fpread his Fame abroad : 
 Let all the Sons of Adam raife 
 The Honours of their God. 
 
 PSALM CXLV. Metre ii. 
 
 1 TV /TY God, my King, thy various Praife 
 lVJL Shall fill the Remnant of my Days: 
 Thy Grace employ my humble Tongue 
 Till Death and Glory raife the Song. 
 
 2 The Wings of ev'ry Hour fhall bear 
 Some thankful Tribute to thine Ear; 
 And ev'ry fetting Sun fliall fee 
 New x Works of Duty done for Thee. 
 
 3 Thy Truth and Juftice I'll proclaim ; 
 Thy Bounty flows, an endlefs Stream ; 
 Thy Mercy fwift, thine Anger How, 
 But dreadful to the ftubborn Foe. 
 
 4 Thy Works with fov 'reign Glory fhine, 
 And fpeak thy Majefty divine; 
 
 Let Britain round her Shores proclaim 
 The Sound and Honour of thy Name. 
 
 5 Let diftant Times and Nations raife 
 The long Succeffion of thy Praife ; 
 And unborn Ages make my Song 
 The Joy and Labour of their Tongue. 
 
 6 But who can fpeak thy wond'rous Deeds? 
 Thy Greatnefs all our Thoughts exceeds ; 
 Vaft and unfearchable thy Ways, 
 
 Vaft and immortal be thv Praife. 
 
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 PSALM CXLVI. Metre i. 
 
 1 /^A PRAISE the Lord, and thou, my Soul, 
 V^/ For ever blefs his Name; 
 
 His wond'rous Love, while Life (hall laft, 
 My conftant Praife fliall claim. 
 
 2 On Kings, the greateft Sons of Men, 
 
 Let none for Aid rely; 
 They cannot fave in dang'rous Times, 
 Nor timely Help apply. 
 
 3 Depriv'd of Breath, to Duft they turn, 
 
 And there neglected lie; 
 And all their Thoughts and vain Defigns 
 Together with them die. 
 
 4 Then happy he, who Jacob's G >d 
 
 For his Protector takes; 
 Who ftill, with well-phc'd Hope the Lord 
 His conftant Refuge makes. 
 
 5 The Lord who madeboth Heav'n and Earth, 
 
 And all that they contain, 
 Will never quit his ftedfaft Truth, 
 Nor make his Promife vain. 
 
 6 The Poor opprefs'd, from all their Wr 
 
 Are eas'd by his Decree : 
 He gives the Hungry needful Food, 
 And fets the Prisoners free. 
 
 7 The God, that does in S'on dwell, 
 
 Is our eternal King: 
 From Age to Age his Reign endures, 
 Let All his Praifes fing. 
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 P S A L M CXLVL Metre ii. 
 
 1 Y'LL praife my Maker with my Breath ; 
 X And when my Voice is loll: in Death, 
 
 Praife fhall employ my nobler Pow'rs : 
 My Days of Praife (hall ne'er be paft, 
 While Life, and Thought, and Being laft, 
 
 Or Immortality endures. 
 
 2 Why mould I make a Man my Truft? 
 princes muft. die and turn to Duft: 
 
 Vain is the Help of Flefh and Blood ; 
 Their Breath departs, their Pomp and Pow'r, 
 And Thoughts, all vanifh in an Hour; 
 
 Nor can they make their Promife good. 
 
 3 Happy the Man whofe Hopes rely 
 On IfraeVs God : — He made the Sky, 
 
 And Earth, and Seas, with all their Train; 
 His Truth for ever ftands fecure : 
 He faves th' Opprefs'd, he feeds the Poor; 
 
 And none fhall find his Promife vain. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 4 THE Lord hath Eyes to give the Blind; 
 The Lord fupports the finking Mind ; 
 
 He fends the lab'ring Confcience Peace; 
 He helps the Stranger in Diftrefs, 
 The Widow and the Fatherlefs, 
 
 And grants the Pris'ner fweet Releafe. 
 
 5 He loves his Saints : He knows them well, 
 But turns the Wicked down to Hell : 
 
 Thy Gop, O Zion, ever reigns: 
 Let ev'ry Tongue, let ev'ry Age, 
 In this exalted Work engage; 
 
 Praife Him in everlafting Strains. 
 
P S A L M CXLVII. 26.5 
 
 6 I'll praife Him while He lends mc Breath ; 
 And when my Voice is loft in Death, 
 
 Praife fhall employ my nobler Pow'rs: 
 My Days of Praife- ihall ne'er be pail, 
 While Life, and Thought, and Being laft, 
 
 Or Immortality endures. 
 
 PSALM CXLVII. Metre i. 
 
 1 T X T ITH Songs andHonours foundingloud, 
 V V Addrefs the Lord on high : 
 Over the Heav'ns He fpreads his Cloud,- 
 
 And Waters veil the Sky : 
 He fends his Show'rs of Bleffings down 
 
 To cheer the Plains below ; 
 He makes the Grafs the Mountains crown, 
 
 And Corn in Valleys grow. 
 
 £ He gives the grazing Ox his Meat, 
 
 He hears the Ravens cry; 
 But Man, who taftes his fmeft Wheat, 
 
 Should raife his Honours high; 
 His fteady Counfels change the Face 
 
 Of the declining Year; 
 He bids the Sun cut fliort his Race, 
 
 And wintry Days appear. 
 
 3 His hoary Froft, hfs fleecy Snow, 
 Defcend and clothe the Ground; 
 The liquid Streams forbear to flow, 
 
 In icy Fetters bound: 
 When from his dreadful Stores on high 
 
 He pours the rattling Hail, 
 The Wretch that dares his God defy, 
 Shall find his Courage fail, 
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266 PSALM CXLVII. 
 
 4 He fends his Word and melts the Snow, 
 
 The Fields no longer mourn ; 
 He calls the warmer Gales to blow, 
 
 And bids the Spring return: 
 The changing Wind, the flying Cloud, 
 
 Obey his mighty Word; 
 With Songs and Honours founding loud, 
 
 Praife ye the fov'reign Lord. 
 
 P S A L M CXLVII. Metre ii. 
 PRAISE ye the Lord : — 'Tis good to raife 
 Our Hearts and Voices in his Praife : 
 His Nature and his Works invite 
 To make this Duty our Delight. 
 
 2 The Lord builds up Jerufalem, 
 And gathers Nations to his Name ; 
 His Mercy melts the ftubborn Soul, 
 And makes the broken Spirit whole. 
 
 3 He form'd the Stars, thofe heav'nly Flames; 
 He counts their Numbers, calls their Names ; 
 His Wifdom's vaft, and knows no Bound, 
 ADeep where all ourThoughts are drown'd. 
 
 4 Great is our Lord, and great his Might, 
 And all his Glories infinite: 
 
 He crowns the Meek, rewards the Juft, 
 And treads the Wicked to the Duft. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 5 SING to the Lord, exalt Him high, 
 Who fpreads his Clouds around the Sky : 
 There he prepares the fruitful Rain, 
 Nor lets the Drops defcend in vain. 
 
PSALM CXLVII. 2C7 
 
 6 He makes the Grafs the Hills adorn, 
 And clothes the fmiling Fields with Corn; 
 The Bcaits with Food his Hands fupply, 
 And the young Ravens when they cry. 
 
 7 What is the Creature's Skill or Force? 
 The fprightly Man, the warlike Horft 
 The nimble Wit, the adiive Limb, 
 All are too mean Delights for Him. 
 
 8 But Saints are lovely in his Sight: 
 He views his Children with Delight: 
 
 He fees cheir Hope, He knows their Fear, 
 And looks, and loves his Image there. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 9 PRAISE ye the Lord : O blifsful Theme, 
 To fing the Honours of his Name! 
 
 'Tis Pieafure, 'tis divine Delight: 
 And Praife is lovely in his Sight. 
 
 10 He fpeaks! and fwiftly from the Skies 
 To Earth thefov'reign Mandate flies; 
 Obfervant Nature hears his Word, 
 And bows obedient to her Lord ! 
 
 1 1 Now thick defcending Flakes of Snow, 
 O'er Earth a fleecy Mantle throw; 
 Now glitt'ring Froft, o'er all the Plains, 
 Extends its univerfal Chains. 
 
 12 At his fierce Storms of icy Hail 
 The fhiv'ring Pow'rs of Nature fail : 
 Before his Cold, what Life can (land, 
 Unihelter'd bv his Guardian-Hand! 
 
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268 PSALM CXLV1II. 
 
 1 3 He fpeaks ! The Ice and Snow obey, 
 And Nature's Fetters melt away ; 
 Now vernal Gales foft rifmg blow, 
 And murm'ring Waters gently flow. 
 
 14 But nobler Works his Grace record, 
 To Ifraelh Sons He fends his Word; 
 Ye favoured Tribes, your Voices raife, 
 And blefs your God in Songs of Praife. 
 
 PSALM CXLVIIL 
 
 1 ORAISE ye the Lord, immortal Choir, 
 XT That fill the Realms above, 
 
 Praife Him who form'd you of his Fire, 
 And feeds you with his Love. 
 
 2 Shine to his Praife, ye cryftal Skies, 
 
 The Floor of his Abode ; 
 Or veil in Shades your Thou fan d Eyes, 
 Before your brighter God. 
 
 3 Thou reffiefs Globe of golden Light, 
 
 Whofe Beams create our Days, 
 Join with the Silver-Queen of Night, 
 To own your borrow'd Rays. 
 
 4 Winds, ye fhall bear his Name aloud 
 
 Through the ethereal Blue ; 
 For when his Chariot is a Cloud, 
 He makes his Wheels of you. 
 
 5 Thunder and Hail ? and Fires and Storms, 
 
 The Troops of his Command, 
 Appear in all your dreadful Forms, 
 And fpeak his awful Hand, 
 
PSAL M CXLIX. 269 
 
 6 Shout to the Lord, ye furging Seas, 
 
 In your eternal Roar; 
 Let Wave to Wave refound his Praife, 
 And Shore reply to Shore : 
 
 7 While Monfters fporting on the Flood, 
 
 In fcaly Silver ihine, 
 Speak terribly their MakePv-God, 
 And lafli the foaming Brine. 
 
 3 But gentler Things fhall tune his Name 
 , To fofter Notes than thefe, 
 Young Zephyrs breathing o'er the Stream 
 Or whifp'ring through the Trees. 
 
 9 Wave your tall Heads, ye lofty Pi 
 To Him that bids you grow : 
 Sweet Clutters bend the fruitful Vines 
 On ev'ry thankful Bough. 
 
 10 Let the fhrill Birds in Honour raife, 
 
 And climb the Morning-Sky ; 
 While grov'Iing Beafts attempt his Praifey. 
 In hoarfer Harmony. 
 
 11 Thus while the meaner Creatures fing, - 
 
 Ye Mortals, take the Sound: 
 Echo the Glories of your King 
 Through all the Nations round. 
 
 PSAL M CXLIX. Metre i. 
 
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 LL ye that love the Lord rejoice, 
 And let your Songs be new ; 
 Amidft the Church with cheerful Voice 
 His later Wonders fhew» 
 
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 The Jews, the People of his Grace, 
 Shall their Redeemer fing ; 
 
 And Gentile Nations join the Praife, 
 While Zicn owns her King. 
 
 2 The Lord takes Pleafure in the Juft, 
 
 Whom Sinners treat with Scorn: 
 The Meek that lie defpis'd in Dull: 
 
 Salvation mall adorn. 
 Saints fhould be joyful in their King, 
 
 Ev'n on a dying Bed: 
 And like the Souls in Glory fing, 
 
 For God (hall raife the Dead. 
 
 3 Then his high Praife fhall fill their Tongues, 
 
 Their Hands fhall wield the Sword ; . 
 And Vengeance fhall attend their Songs, 
 
 The Vengeance of the Lord. 
 When Christ his Judgment-Seat attends, 
 
 And bids the World appear, 
 Thrones are prepar'd for all his Friends 
 
 Who humbly lov'd Him here. 
 
 4 ITien (hall they rule with Iron-Rod 
 
 Nations that dar'd rebel: 
 And join the Sentence of their God, 
 
 On Tyrants doom'd to Hell. 
 The Royal Sinners bound in Chains, 
 
 New Triumphs mall afford : 
 Such Honour for the Saints remains : 
 
 Praife ye and love the Lord. 
 
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 1 TN God's own Houfe pronounce hisPraife, 
 -*- His Grace He there reveals ; 
 
 To Heav'n your Joy and Wonder raife, 
 For there his Glory dwells. 
 
 2 Let all your facred Paflions move, 
 
 While you-rehearfe his Deeds; 
 But the great Work of living Love 
 Your higrheft Praife exceeds. 
 
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 3 All that have Motion, Life, and Breath, 
 
 Proclaim your Maker bleft; 
 Yet when my Voice expires in Death, 
 My Soul mall praife Him beft. 
 
 PSALM CL. Metre ii. 
 
 1 T)RAISE the Lord, who xeigns above, 
 JL Yet will deign to dwell below; 
 Praife the holy God of Love, 
 Thankful all his Greatnefs mew : 
 
 Praife Him for his noble Deeds, 
 Praife Him for his matchlefs Pow'r; 
 Him, from whom all Good proceeds, 
 All in Heav'n and Earth adore. 
 
 2 Puhlifh, fpread to all around 
 
 Great Jehovah's glorious Name ; • 
 Let the Trumpet's joyful Sound 
 Him the Lord of Hofts proclaim: 
 Praife Him ev'rv tuneful String, 
 All the Reach of heav'nly Art, 
 All the Pow'rs of Mufic bring, 
 Sweeteft Mufic of the Heart. 
 
272 PSALM CL. 
 
 3 Him in whom they move and live, 
 Let the Race of Creatures fing, 
 Glory to their Maker give, 
 Humbled Homage to their King; 
 Haliow'd be his Name beneath ; 
 As in Heav'n, on Earth ador'd, 
 Praife the Lord in ev'ry Breath ; 
 Ev'ry Creature praife the Lord. 
 
 PSALM CL. Metre iii. 
 
 1 /~\ PRAISE the Lord in that bleft Place, 
 
 V>/ From whence hisGoodnefsiargelyfiows; 
 Praife Him in Heav'n, where He his Face 
 Unveil'd in perfect Glory fhows. 
 
 2 Praife Him for all the mighty Acts 
 Which he on our Behalf has done j 
 His Kindnefs this Return exacts, 
 
 With which our Praife fhould equal run* 
 
 3 Let all, who vital Breath enjoy, 
 The Breath he does to them afford; 
 In juft Return of Praife employ ; 
 Let ev'ry Creature praife the Lord. 
 
 PSALM CL. Metre m 
 
 1 TT OS ANN AH! praife the Lord, and blefs 
 JLjL According to his Holinefs, • 
 
 And let your Praifes tow'r; 
 O praife Him in fublimeft Strains, 
 Where in the Firmament He reigns 
 
 Of his exalted Pow'r. 
 
P S A L M CL. 273 
 
 The Works of his Almighty Hand, 
 Which on eternal Record ftand, 
 
 With thankful Hymns review; 
 On his majeftic Glory dwell, 
 Whofe Rays all Excellence excel, 
 
 And give the Praifes due. 
 
 Let all Things that have Life and Breath, 
 In Heav'n above, in Earth beneath, 
 
 To Christ their Tribute bring; 
 O praife Him ! for to Him belongs 
 The Breath which modulates your Songs, — ■ 
 
 The Heart infpir'd to fing. 
 
 Gloria Jiatru 
 
 Metre i. 
 
 GIVE to the Father Praife, 
 Give Glory to the Son, 
 And to the Spirit of his Grace 
 Be equal Honour done. 
 
 Metre ii. 
 
 TO Father, Son, and Holy GhosTj 
 The God whom we adore, 
 Be Glory, as it was, is now, 
 And mall be evermore. 
 
 Metre iii. £ flow> 
 
 PRAISE God, from whom all Bleffings 
 Praife Him all Creatures here below, 
 Praife Him above, ye heav'nly Hoft, 
 Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
[ 274 ] 
 
 Metre iv. 
 
 4 r | X) th' eternal Three be giv'n 
 
 X Praife on Earth, and Priife in Heav'n; 
 Such as was through Ages paft, 
 Is, and fhall for ever lalfc 
 
 Metre v. 
 
 5 "^TOW to tne great and facred Three, 
 JlN The Father, Son, and Spirit be 
 Eternal Praife and Glory giv'n, 
 
 Thro' all the Worlds where God is known, 
 By all the Angels near the Throne, 
 And all the Saints in Earth and Heav'n. 
 
 Metre v'L 
 
 6 TMMORTAL Honours, endlefs Fame, 
 A Attend th' Almighty Father's Name : 
 The Saviour Son be glorify'd 
 
 Who for loft Man's Redemption dy'd, 
 And equal Adoration be, 
 Eternal Comforter, to Thee. 
 
 Metre vii. 
 
 TO God the Father's Throne 
 Perpetual Honours raiie; 
 Glory to God the Son ; 
 To God the Spirit Praife. 
 
 With all our Pow'rs, 
 Eternal King, 
 Thy Name we fing, 
 While Faith adores. 
 
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 ALL People that on Earth do dwell 
 All ve that love the Lord rejoice 
 Among th' Affemblies of the Great 
 Are all the Foes of Sion Fools 
 Arife, mv gracious God 
 Arife, O King of Grace, arife 
 As pants the Hart for cooling Streams 
 As pants the Hart for cooling Springs 
 Awake, ye Saints, to praife your King 
 
 B. 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful Throne 
 Behold the lofty Sky 
 Behold the Morning Sun 
 . Behold the (lately Cedar {lands 
 Behold the fure Foundation-Stone 
 Behold thy waiting Servant. Lord 
 Behold us, Lord, with willing Feet 
 Biefs, O my Soul, the living God 
 Bleft are the Souls that hear and know 
 Bleft: are the undtfil'd in Heart 
 Bled be thy Name, eternal Lord 
 Bled is the Man, for ever blefs'd 
 Bleft is the Nation where the Lord 
 Bleft Object of my Soul's Defire 
 Bleft Prince of Righteoufnefs and Peace 
 Bleft, who with gen'rous Pity glows 
 By Morning Light I'll feek his Face 
 By Thee prepar'd, the Night and Day 
 
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 Come, found his Praife abroad 
 Confider all my Sorrows, Lord 
 Could I fo fdlfe, fo faithlefs prove 
 
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 Early, my God, without Delay 
 Exalt the Lord our God 
 Exalted by a bleffed Thought 
 
 Far as thy Name is known 
 Father, I blefs thy gentle Hand 
 Father, I fing thy wond'rous Grace 
 Firm and unmov'd are they • 
 
 Fools in their Hearts profanely fay 
 For ever blefied be the Lord 
 For ever fhall my Song record 
 From All that dwell below the Skies 
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 Great Shepherd of thine Ifrael • 
 
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 Had not the Lord, may Ifrael fay • 
 
 Happy the City, where their Sons 
 Happy the Man, whofe cautious Feet 
 Hade to my Aid, my Saviour hafte « 
 Haft Thou not planted with thy Hands 
 Hear, gracious Lord, my fervent Prayer 
 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy Face 
 Hear what the Lord in Villon faid • 
 
 He reigns, the Lord, the Saviour reigns 
 He that hath made his Refuge God 
 Hofannah ! praife the Lord, and blefs 
 How bleft the Man, how fafe from Harm 
 How bleft the Sight, the Joy how fweet 
 How faft their Guilt and Sorrows rife 
 How great is the Meffiah's Joy . • 
 
 How long wilt Thou conceal thy Face 
 How did my Heart rejoice to hear 
 How pleafant 'tis to fee . 
 
 How pleas'd and blefs'd was I 
 How pieatam, now mvineiy fair 
 How fhall the Young fecure their Hearts 
 
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 Jehovah from his chofen Place 
 
 Jefus, our Lord, afcend thy Throne 
 
 Jefus (hall reign where'er the Sun 
 
 If God fucceed not, all the Coft 
 
 If God to build the Houfe deny 
 
 I lift mv Soul to God 
 
 I'll praife my Maker with my Breath 
 
 I'll celebrate thy Praifes, Lord 
 
 I love the Lord, He heard my Cries 
 
 I meekly waited for the Lord 
 
 In all my vaft Concerns with Thee 
 
 In God's own Houfe pronounce his Pra 
 
 In Mercy, not in Wrath, rebuke 
 
 Joy to the World; the Lord is come 
 
 Is there Ambition in my Heart 
 
 Is there in me a lofty Heart 
 
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 It is the Lord our Saviour's Hand 
 Judge me, O Lord, and prove my Ways 
 Judges, who nile the World by Laws 
 Jufi aie thy Ways, and true thy Word 
 Juft Judge of Heav'ii, aguinft my Foes 
 I've feenan ]Lnd of what we call 
 
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 Kingdoms and Thrones to God belongs 
 
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 Let all the Earth their Voices raife 
 
 Let all the Juft, to God, with Joy 
 
 Let Children hear the mighty Deeds 
 
 Let ev'ry Tongue thy Goodnefs fpeak 
 
 Let God arife in ail his Might 
 
 Let not the Sinners Wealth or Might 
 
 Let Sion's heav'n-devoted Mount 
 
 Let Si on in her King rejoice 
 
 L,tt Songs of Joy to God afcend . 
 
 Let Zion and her Sons rejoice 
 
 Lift your Voice, and thankful fing 
 
 Lo! from the Hills my Help defcends 
 
 Lo! what a glorious Corner-Stone 
 
 Lo, what an entertaining Sight 
 
 Long as 1 live I'll blefs thy Name 
 
 Lord, 1 am Thine, but Thou wilt prove 
 
 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin 
 
 Lord, I efteem thy Judgments right 
 
 Lord, I have made thy Word my Choice 
 
 Lord, in the Morning Thou (halt hear 
 
 Lord of the Worlds above 
 
 Lord, fince in my advancing Age 
 
 Lord, Thou haft call'd thy Grace to Mind 
 
 Lord, Thou haft heard thy Servant cry 
 
 Lord, Thou haft feareb'd and feen me throm 
 
 Lord, Thou wilt hear me when I pray 
 
 Lord, 'tis a plea fan t Thing to (land 
 
 Lord, we have heard thy Woiks of old 
 
 Lord, what a Thoughtlefs Wretch was I 
 
 Loid, what is Man, poor feeble Man 
 
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 Lord! what our Ears long fince have known 
 Lord, when I count thy Mercies o'er 
 Lord, when Thou didft afcend on high 
 Lo;d, when this Vine in Canaan grew 
 Lord, where (hall guilty Souls retire 
 Lord, who's the happy Man that may . 
 
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 Mine Eves and my Defire 
 My God, accept my early Vows 
 My God, confidcr my Diftrefs 
 My God, how many are my Fears 
 My God, in whom are all the Springs 
 My God, my everlailing Hope 
 My God, my King, thy various Praife 
 My God, no longer filent Hand . 
 My God, permit my Tongue 
 My God, what inward Grief I feel 
 My grateful Tongue, immortal King 
 . My Heart's bell Portion, Lord, art Thou 
 My Heart doth take in Hand 
 My never ceafing Songs fhall fliow 
 My Refuge is »he God of Love 
 My righteous Judge, my gracious God 
 My Saviour God, by Night, by Day 
 My Saviour, my Almighty Friend 
 My Shepherd is the living Lord 
 My Shepherd will fupply my Need 
 My Soul lies cleaving to the Dull 
 My Soul, repeat his Praife 
 My Soul, with facred Zeal infpir'd 
 My Soul, thy great Creator praife 
 My Spirit looks to God alone 
 
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 No Sacrifice thy Love can win 
 Not to ourfelves, who are but Dull 
 Now be my Heart infpir'd to fing 
 Now I'm convinced the Lord is kind 
 Now let our Lips, with holy Fear 
 Now let our Souls immortal Pow'rs 
 
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 Now may the God of Pow'r and Grace 
 Now (hall my folemn Vows be paid 
 
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 O blefs the Lord, my Soul 
 O come, loud Authcms let us fing 
 O for a Shout of facred Joy 
 Of Juftice and of Grace I fing 
 O God my Heart is fix'd, is bent 
 O God, my Heart is fully bent 
 - O God, my Refuge, hear my Cries 
 O God of Grace and Righteoufnefs 
 O God of Hofts, the mighty Lord 
 O God, our Help in Ages paft . 
 O God, to whom Revenge belongs 
 O happy Man, whofe Soul is fill'd 
 O help me, Lord, for few I fee 
 O how bleft the Man, whofe Ear 
 O how I love thy holy Law • 
 
 O Ifrael's Father and his God 
 O let me not, Almighty Friend 
 L9 r d- hp w rnanv are my Foes 
 O Lord, our God, how wond'rous grea 
 O Lord, the mighty God of Hods 
 O Lord, thy Mercy (my fure Hope) 
 Once blefs'd with Peace, I boafting laid 
 Once did our fuff 'ring Saviour pray 
 Opprefs'd with Grief, in Exile loft 
 O praife the Lord, and thou, my Soul 
 O praife the Lord in that bleft Place 
 O render Thanks, and blefs the Lord 
 O render Thanks to God above 
 O fave me, Lord, and to my Foes 
 O fpare me Lord, nor o'er my Head 
 O that the Lord would guide my Ways 
 O that thy Statutes ev'ry Hour 
 O Thou that hear'ft when Sinners cry 
 O Thou, the Hope of Human Race 
 O Thou whofe Grace and Juftice reign 
 O Thou, whofe Hand has Ifrae! led 
 O Thou whofe Juftice reigns on high 
 
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 Plead Thou my Caufe, O Lord : — my Foes 
 Plung'd in a dark and dire Ab\fs 
 Praife the Lord, who reigns above 
 Praife the Lord wiih hallow'd Mirth 
 Praife ye the Lord, exalt his Name 
 Praife ye the Lord, immortal Choir 
 Praife ye the the Lord : O blifsfu' Theme 
 Praife ye <he Lord: 'tis good to raife 
 Preferve me, Lord, from craftv Foes . 
 Preferve me, Lord, in Time of Need 
 
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 Repuls'd, difpers'd, cbaftis'd by Thee . 
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 Save me, O God, the fwelling Floods 
 Save me, O Lord, my gracious God 
 See what a living Stone 
 Shew Pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive 
 Shine, mighty God, on Britain fhine 
 Sing, all ye Nations to the Lord . 
 Sing to the Lord aloud . . 
 
 Sing to the Lord, exalt Him high 
 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's Name 
 Sing to the Lord fome new-taught Song 
 Sing to the Lord, ye diftant Lands 
 Sing, ye Sons of Might, O Mng 
 Songs of immortal Praife belong , 
 Soon as I heard my Father fay 
 Sweet is the Mem'ry of thy Grace 
 Sweet is the Work, my God, my King 
 
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 Teach me the Meafure of my Days 
 
 Th' Almighty reigns exalted high 
 
 That Man is bleft who ftands in Awe • 
 
 The Earth for ever is the Lord's 
 
 71ie Earth and all her Fulnefs owns 
 
 Thee, Lord, trnir Refuge, Thee alone 
 
 Thee will I thank, and Day by Day . 
 
 The God Jehovah reigns . . * * 
 
 The God of Jacob chofe the Hill 
 
 The Heav'ns declare thy Glory, Lord 
 
 The King of Saints, how fair his Face 
 
 The Lord abounds with tender Love 
 
 The Lord appears my Helper now 
 
 The Lord hath Eyes to give the Blind 
 
 The Lord Jehovah reigns 
 
 The Lord is come ; the Heav'ns proclaim 
 
 The Lord my Pafture fhall prepare 
 
 The Lord my Shepherd is 
 
 The Lord of" Glory is my Light 
 
 The Lord the Judge his Churches warns 
 
 The Lord, the fov'reign King 
 
 The Praife of Sion waits for Thee 
 
 The fpacious Firmament on high 
 
 The Wonders, Lord, thy Love hath wrough 
 
 Thine is the Throne: — beneath thy Reign 
 
 Think, mighty Lord, on feeble Man 
 
 This is the Day the Lord hath made 
 
 Thou art my God, to Thee my Eyes 
 
 Thou art my Portion, O my God 
 
 Thou, Lord, haft weigh'd our ev'ry Fault 
 
 Thou, Lord, my Safety, Thou my Light 
 
 Thou who art enthron'd above 
 
 Through all the changing Scenes of Life 
 
 Thus faith the Lord, " Your Work is vain 
 
 Thus the eternal Father fpake 
 
 Thus the great Lord of Earth and Sea 
 
 Thus were the Tribes from Bondage brought 
 
 Thy Mercies fill the Earth, O Lord 
 
 Thy Name, Almighty Lord 
 
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 Thy Name, immortal God, thy Name 
 
 Thy Name my fLdfafl Heart avows 
 
 Thy Righteoufnefs is deep and high 
 
 Thy Servant, God of Gods, fupreire 
 
 Thv Suppliant's Voice propitious hear 
 
 To blefs thy chofen Race 
 
 To celebrate thy Praife, O Lord 
 
 To God above from all below 
 
 To God I cry'd, with Anguifh ftun^ 
 
 To God I cry'd with mournful Voice 
 
 To God I made my Sorrows known 
 
 To my Complaint, O Lord my God 
 
 To our Almighty Maker, God 
 
 To fpend one facred Day 
 
 To Thee, before the dawning Light 
 
 To Thee my languid Soul afpires 
 
 To thy Paltures, fair and large 
 
 'Twas from thy Hand, my God, I came 
 
 'Twas in the Watches of the Night 
 
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 Vaft are thy Works, Almighty Lord 
 Unfhaken as the facred Hill 
 Up from my Youth, may Ifrael fay 
 Up to the Hills I lift mine Eyes 
 Upward I lift mine Eyes 
 
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 We blefs the Lord, the [uft, the Good 
 What (hall I render, O my God 
 When God arofe my Part to take 
 When God is nigh, my Faith is ftrong 
 When God reftor'd our captive State 
 When Jacob's Sons through Paths unknown 
 When Ifrael, freed from Pharaoh's Hand 
 When Ifrael fins the Lord reproves 
 When I with pleafing Wonder Hand 
 When overwhelm'd with Grief 
 When we, our weary'd Limbs to reft 
 When Sion's God her Sons recall'd 
 Where fliall the Man be found 
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284 TABLE to the PSALMS. 
 
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 While I keep Silence, and conceal . . 45 
 
 Who o'er the Waves from Shore to Shore 181 
 
 Who will arife and plead my Right • • 151 
 
 W^hy did the Gentiles rage . • • 2 
 
 Why did the Nations join to (lay . ♦ 4 
 
 Why do the Proud infult the Poor . . 70 
 
 Why doth the Lord fiand offfo far . , 12 
 
 Why has my God my Soul forfook . . 27 
 
 Why, Tyrant, boafts thy Heart the Pow'r . j6 
 
 With all my Pow'rs of Heart and Tongue , 246 
 
 With Expectation warm and ftrong . . 233 
 
 With Glory clad, with Strength array'd ♦ 149 
 
 With my whole Heart Pve fought thy Face 212 
 
 With my whole Heart, my God and King 245 
 
 With one Confent let all the Earth . . 162 
 
 With patient Hope my God J fought . • 56 
 
 With Rev'rence let the Saints appear . • 134 
 
 With Songs and Honours founding loud . 265 
 
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 Ye Iflands ot the Northern Seas . • 157 
 
 Ye Saints and Servants of the Lord • . 191 
 
 Ye Sons of Men, a feeble Race . . . 144 
 
 Ye Servants of th* eternal King . . . '239 
 
 Ye that obey th' immortal King . . » 238 
 
 Yet, faith' the Lord, if David's Race • • 136 
 
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