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J u J- T is acknowledged by the beft Judges of the Sacred Test, that the Book of Pfalms, in its original Drefs, is a Collection of the vioft elevated and fub lime Compofttions that are to be found in any Language ; and it has been often lamented, that fo much of the Piety, Dignity, and Poetic Excellence of the Original, has been loft in all the At- ie?npts that have been yet made, to give us a literal Tr an/la t ion of it in Englifli Verfe. Many Chriftians have alfo wiftped to fee the Sulftance of this excellent Colieclion, cloathed in Language 7nore adapted to the brighter Difcoveries of the Go/pel, and the State of the Chriftian IVorftiip ; that they may be fung with Underftanding and Devotion, and thereby contribute to the Elevation and Improvement of the Chriftian Temper. This has been happily executed by the learned and pious Dr. Watu — and the Pfalms nvhich he omitted, haze been f applied by Mr. Barlow, nearly in the fame .Spirit and Style ; and ail local References, which were found in Z)r.Watts\r Imitation, have been carefully altered, fo as to the Compojition better adapted to the Cir- cw'ftances in every Country. A TABLE to find any PSALM by the firft Line, V' A '"■■* Page AL L ye that love the Lord rejoice 303 Almighty Ruler of the flues 39 Awake, my foul, to found his praife 224 Along the banks where Babel's current flows 279 Amidft thy wrath, remember, love 92 Among th' affemblies of the great 170 Among the princes, earthly gcds 176 And will the God of grace 170 Are all the foes of Sion fools 123 Are fmners now fo fenfelefs grown 47 Arife, my gracious God 52 ^wake, ye faints, to praife your King 274 Almighty God, appear and fave 43 B Behold the lofty fky 57 Behold the love, the gcn'rous love 8S Behold the morning fun 58 Behold the fure foundation-ftone 238 Behold thy waiting fervant, Lord 249 Behold us, Lord, and let our cry 124 Behold, O God. what cruel foes 167 Before Jehovah's awful throne 203 Blefs, O my foul, the living God 208 Blefi are the fons of peace 271 Bleft are the fouls Mho hear and know J70 Blefi are the undefil'd ia heart 241 Bleft is the man, for ever bieffc 70, Bleft is the man whofe breaft can move 08 Bleft is the man who (hurts the place 25 Bleft is the nation where the Lord 8i C Children in years and knowledge youfig 84 Come, children, learn to fear the Lord 86 Corne let our voices join to raife 196 Come found his praiie abroad jqc Confider. all my (arrows, Lord 2^2 A 2 A TABLE, D Pfg* David rejoic'd in God his ftrcngth 63 Deep in our hearts let us record *4b E Early, my God. without delay I32 E^alt the Lord our God 2C* F Far as thy Jiame is known Eather, I blefs thy gentle hand 255 Father, I fmg thy wond'rous grace M7 Firm and unmov'd are they 2b^ Firm was my health, my day was bright Fools in their hearts believe and fay 4° For ever bleffed be the Lord For ever fhall my fong record *7b From age to age exalt his name From all that dwell below the flues From deep diftrefs and troubled thoughts From foes that round us rife ,29 G Give thanks to God , he reigns above 2 19 Give thanks to God, invoke Ins name Give thanks to God mod high 27° Give thanks to God the fov'reign Lord 275 Give to our God fmmortal praile Give to the Lord, ye fons of fame 75 God in his earthly temple lays God is the refuge of his faints j°o God my fupporter and my hope ^5 God of eternal love God of my childhood and mv you* God of my life look gently down 95 God of my mercy and my praile * * Good is the Lord, the heav'nlv King 39 Great God, attend while Sion tings Great God, attend to my complaint Great God, how oft did Ifrael prove 166 Great God, indulge my humble claim 133 Great God, the heavens well order'd frame to Great God, whofe uniyerfal Uay *5J Great is the Lord, exaited h'.g.i A TABLE. Page Great is the Lord, his works of might 228 Great is the Lord our God 107 Great Shepherd cf thine Ifrael .167 H Had not the God of truth and love 261 Happy is he that fears the Lord 230 Happy the city where their fons 290 Happy the man whofe cautious feet 26 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face 205 Hear what the Lord in vifion faid 181 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail 44 He reigns; the Loid, the Saviour reigns 198 He that haih made his refuge God 187 High in the heavens, eternal God 87 How bleft the man to whom his God 79 How awful is thy chaft'ning rod 162 How loug wilt thou conceal thy face 45 How did my heart rejoice to hear 259 How faff, their guilt and forrows rife 49 How pleafant, how divinely fair 171 How plearant 'tis to fee 271 How pleas'd and bleft was I 259 How fhail the voung fecure their hearts 243 I Jehovah reigns ; he dwells in light I91 Jefus fhall reign where'er the fun 153 Jefus our Lord, afcend thy throne 2?.6 Judge me, O God, and plead my caufe 100 Joy to the world ; the Lord is come 20 £ Judge me, O Lord, and prove my weys 72 Judges who rule the world by laws 128 Juft are thy ways, and true thy word 55 If God fucceed not, all the coft 2S4 If God to build a houfe deny 265 I lift my foul to God 70 I'll bleis the Lorn1 from day to day 85 I'd praife my Maker with my breath 294 I'll fpeak the honours of my King 103 I love the Lord, he heard my cries 235 In ail my vaft concemi with thee 284 A3 A TABLE. Page In anger, Lord, do not chaftife 34 In God's own houfe pronounce his praife 304. In Judah, God of old was known 160 In hafte, O God, attend my call 149 In thee, Great God, with fongs of praire 62- I fet the Lord before my face 51 Is there ambition in my heart 268 It is the Lord our Saviour's rnnd 207 I w aited patient for the Lord 96 I will extol thee, Lnrd, on high 75 L Let all the earth their voices raife 1 97 Let all the heathen writers join 246 Let children hear the mighty deeds 163 Let ev'ry creature join 301 Let every tongue thy goodnefs fpeak 292 Let God arife in all his might 142 Let Tinners take their courfe 12/5 Let Sion in her King rejoice 106 Let Sion and her fons rejoice 206 Let Sion praife the mighty God 296 Let earth, with ev'ry ifle and fea 200 Long as I live I'll b'efs thy name 290 Lord, I am thine : but thou wilt prove 52 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in fin 119 Lord, I can fuffar thy rebukes 35 Lord, I efteem thy judgments right 236 Lord, if thine eyes furvey our faults 183 Lord, I have made thy word my choice 247 Lord, in the morning thou (halt hear 33 Lo>d, I will blel's thee all my days 83 Lord, I would fpiead my fore dillrefs 121 Lord of the worlds above 174 Lord, thou haft call'd thy grace to mind 175 Lord, thou haft hfard thy fervant cry 238 Lord, thou haft fcourg'd our guilty land I30 Lord, thou haft frarch'd and ieen me thro* 281 Lord, thou hall feen my foul fincere 54 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray 33 Lord, 'tis a pleafant thing to (land 190 A TABLE, Page Lord, we have heard thy works of old 104 Lord, what a feeble piece 187 Lord, what a thoughMefs wretch was I I56 Lord, what is man, poor feeble man 290 Lord, what was man when made at firft 39 Lord, when 1 count thy mercies o'er 286 Lord, when thou didff afcend on high 143 Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord 300 Lo, what a glorious Corner-Stone 240 Lo, what an enteitaining fight 270 M Maker and fov'reign Lord 27 Meicy and judgment are my fong 203 Mine eyes and my defire 7 I My God, accept my early vows 287 My God, conlider my difirefs 250 My God, how many are my fears 30 My God, in whom are all the fprings 127 My God, my everlafting hope 150 My God, my King, thy various praife 290 My God, permit my tongue 134 My God, the fteps of pious men 92 My God, what inward grief I feel 283 My heart rejoices in thy name 77 My never ceafing fong fhall fhov/ 179 My refuge is the God of love 43 My righteous Judge, my gracious God 288 My Saviour and my King 102 My Saviour, my almighty Friend 151 My fhepherd is the living Lord tS My fhepherd will fupply my need 67 My foul, how lovely is the place 17a My foul lies cleaving to the duft 253 My foul repeat his prai'e 21Q My fpirit looks to God alone 131 My foul thy great Creator praife 212 My Fpirit finks within me, Lord 99 My truft is in my heavenly friend 36 N No fleep nor flumber to his eyes 269 A4 A TABLE. Page Not to our names, thou only Juft and True 234 Not to oarfelves who are but duft 233 Now be my heart infpit'd to fing 104 Now from the roaring lion's rage 65 Now I'm convine'd the Lord is kind I55 Now let our lips with holy fear 146 Now let our mournful fongs record 65 Now may the God of power and grace 61 Now fhall my folemn vows be paid 141 O O all ye nations praife the Lord 236 O bleffed fouls are they 78 Oh blefs the Lord, my foul 210 Of juftice and of grace I fing 204 O for a fhout of facred joy i©7 O God my refuge, hear my cries 1 24 O God of grace and righteoufnefs 32 O God of mercy hear my call 12 1 O God to whom revenge belongs 193 O happy man, whofe foul is fill'd 265 Oh happy nation where the Lord 83 O how I love thy holy law 245 O Lord, how many are my foes 31 O Loid our heavenly King 37 O Lord our Lord, how wond'rous great 38 O that the Lord would guide my ways 249 O that thy ftatutes ev'ry hour 252 O thou that hear'ft when fmners cry 120 O thou whofe grace and juftice reign 260 O thou whofe juftice reigns on high 126 O God of my falvation, hear 177 Our God, our help in ages paft 18 j Out of the deeps of long diftrefs 267 O what a luff rebellious houfe 164 P Praife waits in Sion, Lord, for thee 138 Praife ye the Lord, exalt his name 272 Piaife ye the Lord, my heart fhall join 293 Praife }e the Lord, 'tis good to rsife 295 Preserve me Lord, in time of need 49 A TABLE. Page Proteft us, Lord, from fatal harm *8S R Rejoice ye righteous in the Lord 80 Remember Lord, our mortal ftate 182 Return. O God of love, return 186 S Salvation is for ever nigh 176 Save me, O God, thefwelling floods 145 Save me, O Lord, from ev'ry foe 5® See what a living ftone 239 Show pity, Lord ; O Lord forgive 118 Shine, mighty God, on Sion fhine 14a Sing all ye nations to the Lord 1 40 Sing to the Lord aloud 169 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name 194 Sing to the Lord ye diftant lands 197 Songs of immortal praife belong 227 Soon as I heard my father fay 73 Sure there's a righteous God 156 Sweet is the memory of thy grace 29a Sweet is the work, my God, my King 19a T Teach me the meafure of my days 94 Th' Almighty reigns exalted high 199 That man is bleft who (lands in awe 228 The earth for ever is the Lord's 68 Thee will I love, O Lord, my flrength 53 The God Jehovah reigns 231 The God of glory fends his fummons forth 115 The God of our falvation hears 136 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord 59 The King of faints, how fair his face 104. The Lord appears my helper now 537 The Lord, how wond'rous are his ways 209 The Lord Jehovah reigns 102 The Lord is come: the heavens proclaim 199 The Lord my Shepherd is 68 The Lord of glory is my light 73 The Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high 191 The Lord the Judge before his throne ill A; A TABLE. Pa§e The Lord the Judge his churches warns 1 13 The Lord \ be iov~reign king 211 The Lord the fovereign fends his fummons forth 1 1 4 The man is ever bleft 26 The praife of Sion waits for thee 136 The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought 97 Think, mighty God. on feeble man 183 This is the dav the Lord hath made 239 This ipacieus earth is all the Lord's 69 Thou arc my portion, O my God 243 Thou God of love, thou eve bleft 255 Thro' every age, eternal God 183 Thrice hapoy man who fears the Lord 229 Thus I l'fcfolv'd before the Lord 94 Thus faith the Led, the fpacious fields 112 Thus faith the Lord, your work is vain 96 Thus God the eternal Father (pake 225 Thus the great Lord of earth and fea 226 Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord 247 Thy name Almighty Lord 237 Thy works of glory, mighty Lord 222 'Tis by thyftrcngth the mountains ftand 139 To God I cry'd with mournful voice 161 To God I made my fnrrows known 287 To God the great, the ever bleft 218 To heaven I lift my waiting eyes 857 To thee O God of truth and love 76 To thee, O Lord, I raife my cries 74 To cur almighty Maker God 200 To thee before the dawning light 242 To thee, moft high, and holy God 159 To thim almighty arm we owe 56 -'Twas for our fake, eternal God 149 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came 282 'Twas in the watches of the night 233 V Vein man on foolifh pleafuies bent 220 \ ri fhaken as the iacred hill 262 Up from my youth may Ifr'el fay 266 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes 256 A TABLE. Page Upward I lift mine eyes 258 W We blefs the Lord, thejuft, the good 144 We love thee, Lord, and we adore ,55 What fhall I render to my God 236 When Chrift to judgment fhall defcend 113 When God is nigh my faith is ftrong $p When God, provok'd with dating crimes 2.^3 When God reftor'd our captive ftate 263 When God reveal'd his gracious name ibid When Ifrael, freed from Pharaoh's hand 2.33 When Ifrael finned, the Lord reprov'd 165 When I with pleanng wonder ftand 285 When man grows bold in fin 8g When overwhelmed with grief 131 When pain and anguifh feiz'd me, Lord 254 When the great Judge fupreme and juft 14.1 Where fhall the man be found 71 Where fhall we go to feek and find 269 While I keep filence and conceal 80 While men grow bold in wicked ways 88 Who fhall afcend thyheaven'iy place 48 Who fhall inhabit in thy hill 47 Who will arife and plead my right 194 Why did the Jews proclaim their rage 29 Why did the nations join to flay 28 Why fhould the mighty make their boaft 122 Why fhould the haughty hero boaft ibid Why do the proud infult the poor ill Why doth the wealthy wicked boaft 91 Why doth the Lord depart fo far 42 Why doth the man of riches grow 109 Why has my God my foul forfook 63 Why fhould I vex my foul and fret 90 Will God for ever can us off l58 With all my powers of heart and tongue 280 With earned longings of the mind 90 With my whole heart I'll raife my fong 40 With my whole heart I've fought thy face 25 1 With reverence let the faints appear j 7« A TABLE. With fongs and honours founding loud 297 Would you behold the works of God 221 Y Ye holy fons in God rejoice 82 Ye nations round the earth rejoice 202 Ye fervants of th' almighty King 231 Ye fons of men, a feeble race 189 Ye fons of pride that hate the juft 110 Ye that delight to ferve the Lord 231 Ye that obey th' immortal King 27 2 Ye tribes of Adam join 298 Yet faith the Lord, if David's race 181 End of th* T A B L I. IMITATION OF THE PSALMS of DAVID. PSALM 1 . Common Metre. The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked. LEST is the man who fhuns the place i -QLES1 JD wi 'here finncrs love to meet ; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the feoff er's feat : 2 But in the ftatutes of the Lord Has plac'd his chief delight; By day he reads or hears the word. And meditates by night. 3 [He like a plant of gen'rous kind> By living waters fet, Safe from the fiorms and blafting wind, Enjoys a peaceful ftate.] 4 Green as the leaf and ever fair, Shall his profeffion ihine, While fruit of holinefs appear Like clufters on the vine. 5 Not fo the impious and unjuft ; What vain defigns they form ! Their hopes are blown away like duft, Or chaff before the ftorm. 6 Sinners in judgment fhall not ftand Among the fons of grace, When Christ the judge at his right hand Appoints his faints a place. ^ P S A L M I. 7 His eve beholds the path they tread ; His heart approves it well ; But crpoktd ways of Tinners lead Down to the gates of hell. PSALM i. Short Metre. The Saint happy, the Sinner miferable. i HH H E man is ever bleft, X Who fhuns the Tinners ways. Among their counfds never {lands, Nor takes the {"corner's place : a But makes the law of God His ftudy and delight, Amidfl the labours of the day, And watches of the night. 3 He like a tree fhall thrive, With waters near th£ root ; Frefh as the leaf his name Thai! live; His works are heav'nly fruit. 4 Not fo the ungodly race, They no fuch bleflings find ; Their hopes fhall flee, like empty chaff Before the driving wind. 5 How will they bear to {tend Before that judgment-feat, Where all the faints at Chr ist's right hand In full afiembiy meet? 6 He knows, and he approves The way the righteous go ; But Tinners and their works fhall meet A dreadful overthrow. PSALM l. Long Metre. The Difference between the Righteous and the Wicked. i TT APPY the man whofe cautious feet XjL Shun the broad way that Tinners %o> Who hates the place where atheifrs meet, And fears to talk as fcoffers do. PSALM II. ^ 2 He loves t' employ his morning-light \ Amongft the Statutes of the Lord ; And fpends the wakeful hours of night With pleafure pond 'ring o'er the word. 3 Ke like a plant by gentle Streams Shall flourifh in immortal green : And heaven will mine with kindeft beams On every work his hands begin. 4 But Tinners find their counfels crofs'd ; A s c haff befoie the tempeft flies ; So (hall their hooes be blown and loft, When the laft trumpet fhakes the Ikies. 5 In vain the rebel feeks to Stand In judgment with the pious race; The dreadful Judge with Stern command Divides him to a different place. 6 " Strait is the way my faints have trod, " I blefs the path, and drew it plain ; " But you would choofe the crooked road ; " And down it leads to endlefs pain." PSALM 2. Short Metre. Translated according to the Divine Pattern. Acls iv. 24, &c. Chrift Lying, Rifing, Interceding, and Reigning. r~J\ /TAKER and Sovereign Lord "- J.VL Of heaven and earth and Seas, Thy providence confirms thy word, And anfwers thy decrees. £ The things fo long foretold By David are fulfill 'jd ; When /'co/jand Ge?iti!es join to fia*y ^ Jtfus, thine holy Child,] 3 Why did the Gentiles rage, And Jews with one accord Join alftheir councils to deitroy Th' Anointed of the Lord ? PSALM II. ^4 Rulers and Kings agree To form a vain defign ; Againft the Lord 'heir powers unite, Againft his Chrifl they join. 5 The Lord derides their rage, And will fupport his throne ; He that hath rais'd him from the dead, Hath own'd him for his fon. Pause. 6 Now he's afcended high, To rule the fubjecl: earth ; The merit of his blood he pleads, And pleads his heavenly birtb. 7 Beneath his fovereign fway The Gentile nations bend ; Far as the world's remoteft bounds, His kingdom mail extend. g The nations that rebel, Muft feel his iron rod ; He'll vindicate thofe honours well Which he receiv'd from God. o, [Be wife, ye rulers, now, And worfhip at his throne; With trembling joy, ye people bow, To God's exalted Son. io If once his wrath arife, Ye perifh on the place; Then bleffed is the foul that flies For refuge to his grace.] PSALM 2. Common Metre. t XT THY did the nations join to flay V V The Lord's anointed Son ? Why did they caft his Jaws away, And tread his gofpel down ? PSALM II. a9 a The Lord that fits above the flues, Dei ides their rage below, He fpeaks with vengeance in his eyes, And ftrikes their fpirits through. 3 " I call him my eternal Son. " And raife him from the dead ! " I make my holy hill his throne, " And wide his kingdom fpread. 4 et Afk me, my Son, and then enjoy " The utmoft heathen lands ; " Thy rod of iron fhall deftroy » The rebel that withftands." 5 Be wife, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th' anointed Lord, Adore the King of heavenly birth. And tremble at his word. 6 With humble love addrefs his throne, For if he frown, ye die: Thofe are fecure, and thofe alone Who on his grace rely. PSALM 2. Long Metre. Chrift's Death, Refurrettion, and Afcevfion. l \T7HY did the Jews proclaim their rage ? V V The Romans why their fwords employ ? Againft the Lord their power engage, His dear Anointed to deftroy ! t " Come let us bieak his bands, they fay, " This maa fhall never give us laws ;" And thus they caft his yoke away, And naii'd the Monarch to the crofs. 3 But God. who high in Glory reigns, Laughs at their p; ide, their rage controuls : He'll fmite their hearts with inward pains, And fpeak in thunder to their fouls. 3o PSALM IIF. 4 " I will maintain the king I made " On Zion's everlafting hill, " My hand mail bring him from the dead, « And he fhall (land your fovereign ftill." - 5 [His wondrous rifing from the earth Makes his eternal Godhead known; The Lord declares his heavenly birth ; " This day have I begot my Son. 6 " Afcend, my Son, to my right-hand " There thou fhalt afk, and I beftow " The utmoft bounds of heathen lands ; " To thee their fuppliant tribes fhall bow."] 7 But nations that refill his grace Shall fall beneath his lifted rod ; His aim fhall crufh the impious race, That dare provoke th' avenging God. Pause. 8 Now ye that fit on earthly thrones, Be wife, and ferve the Lord, the Iamb ; Now to his feet fubmit your crowns, Rejoice and tremble at his name. 9 With humble love addrers the Son, Left he grow angry, and ye die, His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, His love gives life above the fky. io Hisflorms fhall quell theflubborn foe, And fink his honours in the dull : Happy the fouls, their God that know, And make his grace their only trufl. PSALM 3. Common Metre. Doubts and Fears f up prejfed ; or, God our Defence from Sin and Satan. 1 TV/TY God how many are my fears ? lVi. How faft my foes increafe ? Confpiring my eternal death, They break my prefeut peace. PSALM III. 3i 2 The lying tempter would perfuade There^no relief in heaven, And all my growing fins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my ftrength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt filence all my threat'ning guilt, And raife my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from the holy hill He bow'd a liftening ear : I call'd my Father and my God, And he fubdu'd my fear. 5 He fhed foft {lumbers on mine eyes, In fpite of all my foes ; I woke and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repofe.'J 6 What tho' the hods of death and hell All arm'd againft me flood : Terrors no more fhali fhake my foul; My refuge is my God. 7 Arife, O Lord, fulfil thy Grace, While I thy glory fing ; My God has broke the ferpent's teeth, And death has loft his fting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can fave ; Bleffings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. PSALM 3. Vcr. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8. Long Metre. A Morning PJalm. o Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak ftate of flefh and blood ? My peace they daily difcompofe, But my defence and hope is God. 32 PSALM IV. 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry ; Thou heardft when 1 began to pray, And thine almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid I laid me down and flept fecure, Not death fhould make my heart afraid, Though I fhould wake and rife no more. 4 But God fuftain d me all the night ; Salvation doth to God belong : He rais'd my head to fee the light, And makes my praife his morning fong. PSALM 4. Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7. LongJMetre. Hearing of Prayer ; or God our Po;iicn. and Chrift our Hope. 1 /^\ God of grace and righteoufnefs, V^/ Hear and attend when I complain : Thou haft eniarg'd me in diftrefs, Bow down a gracious ear again. x Ye fons of men in vain ye try To turn my glory into fhame; How long will fcofFers love to lie, And dare approach my Saviour's name ? 3 Know that the Lord divides his faints From all the tribes of men befide; He hears and pities their complaints, For the dear fake of Chrift that died, 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 many fay, ' ' Who will bejiouifome earthly good ?' ' But, Lord, thy light and love we pray ; Our fouls defirethis heavenly food. P S A L M V. 33 6 Then fhall my cheerful powers rejoice At grace divine, and love fo great 5 ] Nor will I change my happy choice For all their wealth and boafted ftate. P S A L M--4- Ver. 3, 4, 5, 8. Common Metre. An Evening Hymn. 1 T ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray ; JLj 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 head, From cares and bufinefs free, 'Tis fweet converfing on my bedj With my own heart and thee. 9 '3 I pay this evening facrifice; And when my work is done, Great God, my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace, 1*11 give mine eyes to fleep : Thy hand in fafety keeps my days, ^ And will my {lumbers keep. PSALM 5. Common Metre* For the Lord's Day Morning. 1 T ORD, in the marning thou fhalt hear 1 J My voice afcending high ; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye. 2 Up to the hills where Chrift is gone To plead for all his faints, Prefeniing at his Father's throne Our fongs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God, before whofe fight The wicked fhall not ftand ; Sinners fhall ne'er be thy delight. Nor dwell at thy right band. 34 P S A L M VI. 4 But to thy houfe will I refort, To tafte thy mercies there; I will frequent thine holy court, And worfhip in thy fear. $ O may thy fpirit guide my feet, In ways ol righieoufnefs, Make every path of duty ftrait, And plain before my face. Pause. 6 My watchful enemies combine To tempt my feet aftray ; They flatter with a bafe defign, To make my foul their prey. 7 Lord, crufh the ferpent in the duft, And all his plots deftroy : While thofe that in thy mercy truft, For ever fhout for joy. 8 The men that love and fear thy name, Shall fee their hopes fulfili'd ; The mighty God willcompafs them With favour as a fhield. PSALM 6. Common Metre. Complaint in Sicknefs ; or, Difeafds healed. 1 1 N anger, Lord, do not chafiife, 1 Withdraw the dreadful ftorm ; Nor let thine awful wrath arife Againft a feeble worm. 2 My foul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flefh with pain oppiefs'd; My couch is wttnefs to my tears, M> tears forbid my reft. 2 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I wafte the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pafs, 'Till the flow morniag rife. PSALM VI. !g Shall I be ftill tormented more? My eyes confum'd with grief : ! How long, my God, how long, before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears his mourning children fpeak, He pities all our groans ; And faves us for his mercy's fake, And heals our broken bones. i The virtue of his fovereign word, Reftores cur fainting breath ; Tor filent graves praife not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. I PSALM 6. Long Metre, Temptations in Skknefs overcome. i T ORD, I can fuffer thy rebukes, jL* When thou with kindnefs doft chaftife ; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not againft me rife ! » Pity my languifhing eftate, And eafe the forrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal! j See how in fighs I pafs my days, And wafte in groans the weary night: My bed is waier'd with my tears ; My grief confumes, and dims my fight. ^ Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long ? When fhall thine hour of grace return ? When fnall I make thy grace my fong ? ; I feel my flefh fo near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to defpair : But graves can never praife the Lord3 For ail i* dull and filence there. 35 36 PSALM VII. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my foul, And all defpairing thoughts depart ; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will eafe my flefh and cheer my heart. PSALM 7. Common Metre. God's Care of his People, and Pumfiment of Perfccutors* 1 ~\l\ Y truft is in my heavenly Friend, XVX My hope in thee, my God : Rife and my helplefs life defend, From thofe that feek my blood. 2 With infolence and fury they My foul to pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey, When no deliverer's near. 3 If e'er my pride provok'd them firft, Or once abus'd my foe, Then let them tread my life to duft, And lay my honour low. 4 If there be malice found in me, I know thy piercing eyes ; I mould not dare appeal to thee, Nor afk my God to rife. 5 Arife, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and pow'r controul; Awake to judgment, and command Deliv'rance tor my foul. Pause. 6 Let Tinners and their wicked rage Be humbied to the duft : Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the juft ? 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th' uptight : His fharpeft arrows he ordains Againll the fons of fpite. I PSALM VIII. Sf 8 Tho' leagu'd in guile their malice fpread, A fnare before my way ; Their mischiefs on their impious head, His vengeance fhall repay. 9 That cruel persecuting race Muft feel his dreadful fword ; Awake my foul, and praife the grace And juflice of the Lord. PSALM 8. Short Metre, God's Sovereignty and Goodnefs; and Man's Dominim over the Creatures. o Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are fpread, And o'er the heavens they fhine. 2 When to thy works on high I raife my wond'ring eyes, And fee the moon, complete in light, Adorn the darkfome ikies. 3 When I furvey the ftars And all their fhining forms, Lord, what is man, that worthlefs thing, A-kin to dull and worms ? a Lord, what is worthlefs man, That thou fhould'ft love him fo ? Next to thine angels is he plac'd, And lord of all below. | § Thine honours crown his head, While beafis like flaves obey; And birds that cut the air with wings, And fifh that cleave the fea. 6 How rich thy bounties are ! And wond'rous are thy ways ; Of dun: and worms thy power can frame A monument of praife. B 3S PSALM VIIL 7 [From mouths of feeble babes And fucklings, thou canft draw Surprifing honours to thy name ! And ftrike the world wi'h awe. 8 O Lord, our heav'nly Kirg, Thy name is all divine ; Thy glories round the earth are fpread, And o'er the heavens they fhine.] PSALM 8. Common Metre. Chuff 'sCondefcenJt on and Glorification; or, GodmadeMan. i f~*\ LORD, our Lord, how wond'rous great \^J Is thine exalted name ! The glories of thy heav'nly ftate , Let men and babes proclaim, s When I behold thy works on high, The moon that rules the night, And mining flars that grace the fky, 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 ? 4 That thine eternal Son fhould bear To take a mortal form, Made lower than his angels are, To fave a dying worm ? 5 [Yet while he liv'd on earth unkcoww, And men would not adore, Behold obedient nature own, His Godhead and his pow'r. 6 The waves lay fpread beneath his feet ; And fifh at his command, Bring their large fhoals to Peter'i net, Bring tribute to his hand. 7 There leflc r glories of the Son, Shone through the fhfhy cloud ; Kow we behold him on his throne, And men confefs him God. \ P S A L M VIII. 35 8 Let him with majefty be crown'd, Who bow'd his head to death ; And his eternal honours found, From all things that have breath. 9 Jefus> our Lord, how wond'rous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heav'nly ftate Let the whole earth proclaim. PSALM 8. Ver.'i, 2. paraphrafed. FirJlPart. L. M. JfoHofanna of the Children ; or, Infants praifeng God* 1 A LMIGHTY Ruler of the fkies, Jr\_ Thro' the wide earth thy name is fpread, And thine eternal glories rife O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young Their founding notes of honour raife; And babes with uninfhucled tongue Declare the wonders of thy praife. 2 Thy pow'r affifls their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground,. To ftill the bold blaTphemer's rage, And all their policies confound. 4 Children amidft thy temple throng To fee their great Redeemer's face ; The Son of David, is their fong, And loud Hofannas fill the place. 5 The frowning fcribes and angry priefis In vain their impious cavils bring ; Revenge fits filent in their breafts. While JtivfJz babes proclaim their King. PSALM 8. Ver. 3, &c. paraphrafed, Sec. Part. L. M. Adam and Chrift, Lords of the Old and New Creation. l T ORI), what was man when made at fi:ft, ,1 i Adim, the offspring of the duft That thou fhould'ft fet him and his race,. But juft below an angel's n'ace ? B a 43 PSALM IX. 2 That thou fhould'ft raife his nature fe>, And make him lord of all below ; Make ev'rv beafi and bird fubmit, And lay the fifties at his feet ? 3 But O ! what brighter glories wait To crown the fecond Adam's ftate ? What honours fhall thy Son adorn ; "Who condefcended to be born ? 4 See him below his angels made ; Behold him number'd with the dead, To fave a ruin'd world from fin ; But he fhall reign with pow'r divine. 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all The mis'ries that attend the fall ; New made and glorious fhall fubmit At our exalted Saviour's feet. PSALM 9. Firft Part. Common Metre. Wrath and Mercy from the Judgment Seal. 1 TI7 1TH my whole heart I'll raife my fong, VV Thy wonders I'll proclaim, Thou fov'reign judge of right and wrong Wilt put thy foes to fhame. 2 I'll fing thy majefty and grace; My God prepares his throne To judge the world in righteoufnefs, And make his vengeance known. 3 Then fhall the Lord a refuge prove For all the po~r opprefs'd ; To fave the p:opte of his love, And give the weary reft. 4 The men that know thy name will truft In thv abundant grace ; For thou haft ne'er forfook the juft, Who humbly feek thy face. 5 Sin? praifes to the righteous Lord, Who dwells in Zion\ Hill, Who executes his threat'ning word, Whofe works his grace fulfil. PSALM IX. 4* PSALM 9. Ver 12. Second Part. CM. The Wifdom and Eqsity of P/ evidence. 1 TT7HEN the great judge, fupreme and juft, VV Shall once enquire for blood ; The humble fouls that mourn in daft, Shall find a faithful God. 5 He from the dreadful gates of death Does his own children raife : In Zion's gates with cheerful breath, They fing their Father's praife. 3 His foes fhall fall with heedlefs feet, Into the pit they made ; And finners perifh in the net That their own hands have fpread. 4 Thus by thy judgment, mighty God, Are thy deep counfels known : When men of mischief are deftroy'd, In fnares that were their own. Pause. ,5 The wicked fhall fink down to hell ; Thy wrath devour the lands That dare forget thee, or rebel Againft thy known commands. 6 Though faints to fore diflrefs are brought, And wait, and long complain, Their cries fhall never be forgot, Nor fhall their hopes be vain. \j Rife, great Redeemer, from thy feat. To judge and fave the poor; Let nations tremble at thy feet, And man prevail no more. 8 Thy thunder fhall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain, Make them confefs, that thou art G©Oj And they but feeble men.] B3 4* P S A L M X. P S A L M le. Common Metre. Prayer heard, and Saints fared ; or, Pride, Atkeifm, and Ol'pre/jion puni/hed. — For a humiliation day. i "\ "KTHY doth the Lord depart fo far, V V And why conceal his face, Wh°n great calamities appear, And times of deep diftrefs ? 2 Lord, fhall the wicked ftill deride Thy juftice and thy laws ? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And flight their righteous caufe ? 3 They call thy judgments from their fight, And then infult the poor: They boafl 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 Hand, When God afcends on high. Pause. 5 Why do the men of malice rage, And fay with foolifh pride, The God of heaven will ne'er engage To fight on Zijn'sfilef 6 But thou forever art our Lord ; And powerful is thine hard, As when the Heathens felt thy fword, And peiifh'd from thy land. 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And caufe thine ear to hear ; Accept the vows thy children pay, And free thy faints from fear. 3 Proud tyrants fhall no more opprefs, No more defpife the jufb ; And mighty finners fhall confefs, They are but earth and dull. PSALM XI, XII. 43 PSALM 11. Long Metre. God loves the Righteous, and hates the Wicked. 1 "\/\ Y refuge is the God of love ; jS/jL Why do my foes infult and cry, Fly like a tim'rous trembling dove, To dijlant woods or mountains jly ? 2 If government be once deftroy'd, (This firm foundation of our peace) And violence make juftice void, Where fhall the righteous feek redrefs? 3 The Lord in heav'n has fix'd his throne, His eye furveys the world below : To him all mortal things are known ; His eye-lids fearch our fpirits through. 4 If he afflicts his faints fo far, To prove their love and try their grace, "What may the bold transgreffors fear ? His foul abhors their wicked ways. 5 On impious wretches he fhall rain Sulphurous flames of wafting death, Such as he kindled on the plaia Of Sodom, with his angry breath. ^ The righteous Lord loves righteous fouls, Whole thoughts and aftions are fincere, And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear. P S A L M 12. Long Metre. The Saints Safety and Hope in evil Times : Or, Sins of the Tongue complained of , viz. BlafpAemx, Fa'/hood. occ„ 1 A LMIGHTY God appear and fave ! /x. For vice and vanity prevail : The godly pcrifh in the grave, The juit depart, the faithful fail. 2 The whole difcourfe, when crouds are met, Is fill'd with trifles loofe and vain ; Their lips are flattery and deceit, And their proud language is profane. 44 PSALM XII. 3 But lips that with deceit abound, Shall not maintain their triumph long : The God of vengeance will confound The flattering and blafpheming tongue, 4 Yet Jhall our words be free, they cry, Our tongue jhall becontroul'd by none : Where is the Lord, will ajk us why f Or fay, cur lips are not our own ? $ The Lord, who fees the poor oppreft, And hears the opprefTor's haughty ftraiu. Will rife to give his children reft, Nor fhall they truft his word in vain. 6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd, Void of deceit fhall ftill appear; Not filver, fev'n limes purify'd Fromdrofs and mixture, fhines fo clear. 1 Thy grace fhall in thedarkeft hour Defend from danger and furprife ; Tho' when the vileft men have povv'r, On every fide oppreffors rife. PSALM 12. Common Metre. Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners : or, The Promife and Signs o/'Chrift's coming to Judgment. 1 TTELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail, X -1 Religion lofes ground ! The fons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound. 2 Their oaths and promifers they break, Yet act the flatterer's part ; With fair deceitful lips they fpeak, And with a double heart. 3 If we reprove fome hateful lie, They fcorn our faithful word : " Are ret our libs ear own," lb#y ^y, «« And ' PSALM XIII. 4S 4. Scoffers appear on ev'ry fide, Where a vile race of men Is rais'd to feats of pow'r and pride, And bears the fword in vain. Pause. g Lord, when iniquities abound, And blafphemy grows bold, When faith is rarely to be found, And love is waxen cold : 6 Is not thy chariot haftening on ! Halt thou not given the iign ? May we not truft and live upon A promife fo divine ? j « Yes, faith the Lord, now will I rife, " And make the oppreffors flee; " I fhall appear to their furprife* "And fet my fervants free." 8 Thy word, like filver feven times try'd, Through ages fhall endure: The men that in thy truth confide, Shall find thy piomife fure. PSALM 13. Common Metre. Complaint under the Temptation of the Devi/. 1 T T O W long wilt thou conceal thy face ? JLA My God, how long delay ? When fhall I feel thofe heav'nly rays That chace my fears away ? 2 How long fhall my poor lab'ring foul Wreftle and toil in vain ? Thy word can all my foes controul, And eafe my raging pain. 3 See how the Prince of darknefs tries All his malicious arts; He fpreads a miff around mine eye.;, And throws his fiery darts. B. His laws are juft and pure, His truth without deceit; His promifes for ever fure, And his rewards are great; 58 PSALM XIX. 7 Not honey to the tafte Affords fo much delight ; Nor gold that has the furnace pafs'd So much allures the fight. 8 While of thy works I fing, Thy glory to proclaim, Accept the praife, my God, my King, In my Redeemer's name. PSALM 19. Second Part. Shoit Metre. God's Word mojl excellent; or, Sincerity and Watch- Julnefs. For a Lord's Day Morning. l" T)EHOLD the morning fun X3 Begins his glorious way ; His beams through all the nations runr And life and light convey. 2 But where the gofpel comes, It fpreads diviner light, It calls dead finner* from their tombs, And gives the blind their fight. 3 How perfect is thy word ! And all thy judgments juft, For ever fure thy promife. Lord,. And men fecurely truft. 4 My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions giv'n! O m2y I never read in vain, But nod the path to heav'n ! Pause. 5 I heard thy word with love, And I would fain obey ; Send thy good fpirit from above To guide me left 1 ftray. 6 O who can ever find The errors of his ways ? Yet with a bold prefumptuous mind I would not dare tranfgrefs. PSALM XIX. 59 Warn me of ev'ry fin, Forgive my fecret faults, And clcanfe this guilty foul of mine, Whofe crimes exceed my thoughts, While with my heart and tongue I fpread thy praife abroad ; Accept the worfhip and the fong, My Saviour and my God. PSALM 19. Long Metre. "he Books of Nature, and the Scripture compared: or,. the Glory and Succefs of the Go/pel, THE heavens declare thy glory, Lord, In every ftar thy goodnefs fhines; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. js The rolling fun, the changing Tight, And nights and days thy pow'r confefs;. But the bleft volume thou haft writ, Reveals thy juftice and thy grace. Sun, moon and ftars eonvey thy praife Round the whole earth, and never ftand ; So when thy truth began its race, It touch'd and glanc'd on ev'ry land. 4 Nor {hall thy fpreadiug gofpel reft ' Till through the world thy truth has run ; Till Ckriji has all the nations bleft, That fee the light, or feel the fun. 5 Great Son of Righteoufnefs, arife, Blefs the dark world with heav'nly light;. Thy gofpel makes the fimple wife, Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 6 Thy nobleft wonders here we view, In fouls renew 'd and fins forgiv'n, Lord, cleanfe my fins, my foul renew And make thy word my guide to heav'fi. 6o PSALM XIX. P S A L M 19. To the Tune of the 1 13th Pfal The Book of Nature and Scripture. * /"> RE AT God, the heavVs well order'd frar. V-X Declares the glories of thy name: There thy rich works of wonder fhine ; ' A thoufand ftarry beauties there, A thoufand radiant marks appear Of boundlefs pow'r, and {kill divine, 2 From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light, Le&uresof heav'nly wifdom read; With filent eloquence they raife Our thoughts to our Creator's praife, And neither found nor language need. 3 Yet their divine inftruftions run Far as the journies of the fun, And ev'ry nation knows their voice: The fun, like fome young bridegroom dreft, Breaks from the chambers of the eaft, Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice* 4 Where'er he fpreads his beams abroad, He fmiles and fpeaks his maker God : All nature joins to fhew thy praife: Thus God in ev'ry creature fhines; Fair is the book of nature's lines, But fairer is the book of grace. Pause. 5 I love the volumes of thy word : What light and joy thofe leaves afford To fouls benighted and diftreft ! Thy precepts guide my doubtful war, Thy fear forbids my feet to Hray, Thy promife leads my heart to reft. 6 From the difcov'ries of thy law The perfeft rules of life I draw : Thefe are my ffudy and delight ; Not honey fo invites the taffe, Nor gold that hath the furnace paft Appear fo pleafmg to the fight. PSALM XX. $i * Thy threat'niogs wake my flumb'ring eyes, And warn me where my danger lies; But 'tis thy bleffed gofpel. Lord, That makes my guilty confcience clean, Converts my foul, lubdues my fin, And gives a free, but large reward. 3 Who knows the errors of his thoughts ? My God, forgive my fecret faults, And from prefumpfuous fins reftrain; Aecept my poor attempts of praife, That I have read thy book of grace And book of nature not in vaia. PSALM 20. Long Metre. Prayer and Hope of Viclory. For a Day of Prayer in Time of War. 1 \ TOW may the God of pow'r and grace _[/%] Attend his people's humble cry ! Jehovah hears when IJrael pra^s, And brings deliv'rance from on high. a The name of Jacob's God defends, When bucklers fail and brazen walls ; He from his fan&uary fends Succour and ftrength when Zion sails,. 3 Weil he remembers all our fighs, His love exceeds our belt deferts : His love accepts the facrifice Of humble groans and broken hearts. 4 In his falvation is our hope, And in thename of Ifrael'sGod, ' Our troops fhall lift their banners up, "Our natives fpread their flags abroad. 5 Some truft in horfes train'd for war, And fome of chariots make their boaft : Our fureft expectations are From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hofts. C 6a P S A L M XXL S [O may the mem'ry of thy name Infpirc our armirr for the fight ! Our foes fhaii F3IJ a ad die with fhame ; Or quit the field with coward flight.! 7 Now fave us Lord, from flavifh fear, Now let our hopes be. firm and flrong, Till thy falvation fl-M.i appear, And joy and triumph raife the forg. PSALM 21. Common Metre. National BUJmgs acknowledged. l TN '-hee, great God, with fongs of praife, X Our favour'd realms rejoice ; And, bleft with thy falvation, raife To heav'n theii cheerful voiceA s Thy fure defence, thro' nations round, Hath fpread our nfing name, And ail our feeble efforts crown'd With freedom and with fame. 3 In deep diftrefs our injur'd land Implor'd thy power to fave; For life we pray'd ; thy bounteous hand The timely bleffing gave. 4 Thy mighty arm, eternal Power, Oppcs'd their deadly aim, In mercy fwept them from our fhore, And fnread their fails with fhame. £ On thee, in want, in woe or pain, Our hearts alone rely ; fy Our rights thy mercy will maintain, And all our wants fupply. 6 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous power declare, And (till exalt thy fame ; While we glad fongs of praife prepare, For thiae Almighty name. PSALM XXI, XXII. 63 PSALM 2i. 1 — g. Long Metre. Chriji exalted to the Kingdom. 1 X"X AVID rejoic'd in God his ftreng;;;, JLy Rais'd to the throne by fpecial gracs, Bat Chriji the Son appears at length, . Fulfils the triumph and the pralfe. Kow great the bleft Mejfiah's joy In the falvation of thy hand ! Lord, thou haft rais'd his kingdom high, , And giv'n the world to his command. Thy goodnefs grants whate'er he -a ill, Nor doth the leaft requeft withhold l : Bleflings of love prevent him ftill, And crowni of glory, not of gold, £ Honour and majefty divine Around his facred temples fhine : Bleft with the favour of thy face, And length of everlafling days. Thine hand fnall find out all his foes ; ; And as a fiery oven glows With raging heat and living coals, So fhall thy wrath devour their fouls. PSALM 22. 1 — 16.' Firfl Part. Common Metre.- The Sufferings and Death of Chriji. WHY has my God my foul forfook, Nor will a fmiie afford ? (Thus David-onct in anguifh fpoke, And thus our dying Lord.) Though 'tis thy chief delight to dwell Among thy praifing faints, Yet thou canft hear our groan as well, And pity our complaims. Qur fathers trufted in thy name. And great deliverance found : And I'm a woim defpis'd of men, And trodden to the ground. Ca «4 PSALM XXII. 4 With making head they pafs me by. ' And laugh my foal to fcorn ; In vain he trufis in God. they cry NtgUEted and forlorn. ,5 But thou art he who form'd my nefh. By thme almightv word; And fince I hung upon the bread My hope is in the Lord. 6 Why will my father hide his %ce When foes ftand tfcrea )Uri PSALM XXIII. 3 ' my reics, and try my heart : My faith up,n thy p!0:r.ife ftays, Nor from thy law my feet aepart. 2 J hate to walk, I hate to fit With men of vanity and lies* ^hefcofferandthe hypocrite* Are the abhorrence of mine eyes. ! Amongft thy faints will I appear Array d in robes of innocence; i*ut when I ftand before thy bar, 1 '}e bloo P 8 A L M XXX, XXXI. g His anger but a moment flays ; His love is life and length of days : Tho' grief and tears the night employ, The morning liar reftores tne joy. PSALM 30. Ver. 6. Second Part. Long Metre* Healthr, Sicknejs, and Recovery. 1 THIRM was my health, my day was bright, X? And 1 prefum'd 'twould ne'er be night : Fondly I Paid within my heart, «'• Pleaj'ure and peace, Jliall ne'er depart." ft But I forgot thine arm was flrong, Which made my mountain ftand folong ; • Soon as thy face began to hide, My health was gone, my comforts died. j I cried aloud to thee my God r. " Whatcanft thou profit by my blood ? " Deep in the duff, can I declare " Thy truth, or fing thy goodnefs- there ? 4 " Hear me, O God of grace, I faid, " And bring me from among the dead :" Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt, Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt. 4 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe, Are turn'd to joy and praifes now ; I throw my fackcloth on the ground, And eafe and gladnefs gird me round. 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame, Shall ne'er be filent of thy name ; Thy praife fhall found thro' earth and heav'n3 Tor ficknefs heal'd and fins forgiv'n. PSALM 31. Ver. 5, 13—19, 22, 23. Fitjl Part. C. if. Deliverance from Death. : TTO thee, O God of truth and love, X My fpirit I commit ; Thou haft rerieem'd my foul from Cc*\h. Ar.d fa\'d me from the pit. PSALM XXXI. 77 Defpair and comfort, hope and fear Maimain'd a doubtful ftrife ; Whiie forrow, pain, and fin confpif'd To take away tny life. My time is in thy hand, I cry'd. " Though I draw near the duji ;'! Thou art the refuge where I hide. The God in whom I truft. Ob make thy reconciled face Upon thy fervant. fhine, And fave me for thy mercy's fake, For Tin entirely thine. Pause. 'Twas in mv hafte, my fpirit faid, " Imujl defpair and die, " / am cut oj- before thine eyes;" But thou halt heard my cry. i Thy goodnefs how divinely free! How fweet thy fmiling face, To thofe that fear thy majefty, And truft thy promis'd grace. Oh love the Lord, all ye his faints, And fing his praifes loud ; He'll bend his ear to your complaints, And recompenfe the proud. >SALM 31. Ver. 7-33. 11— 21, Second Part. C. M4 Deliverance from Slander and Reproach. T\ /TY heart rejoices in thy name, J_V L My God, my heav'nly truft ; Thou haft prererv'd me free from fhame, Mip.e honour from the duft. , « My life is fpent with grief, I cry'd, " My years confum'd in groans, {t My ftrength decays, mine eyes are dry'd, '* And forrow wafl.es my bones-." 7« PSALM XXXII. 3 Among mine enemies my name A proverb vile was grown, While to my neighbours I become Forgotten and unknown. 4 Slander and fear on ev'ry fide, Seiz'ii and befet m~ round, I to tny throve of g- a aoply'd, And fpeedy refcue found. Pause. § How great deliv' ;ire thnu has wrought Before the foi att The lying lips 10 uiencc i ought, And mil e their boafting va::i ! 6 Thy child « from the ftriL o: tongues Shall thy pavilion biC- Guard the i .'rom infamy aad wrtcn gs-. And crufh the bus o pride. 7 Within thy (ecu prefenc , Lord, Let me for evu J -.veil; No fenced city wali'd and barr'd Secures a faint fo well. PSALM 32. Short Metre. Forgivenefs of Sins upon Covftjfien. yJI blefTec! fouls are they Whoi'e fins are cover'd o'er ; Divinely bleft, to whom the Lord Imputes their guilt no more. i They mourn their follies pafl, And keep their hearts with care; Their lips and lives without deceit Shall prove their faith fincere. 3 W'a'.ic I c< :-- ri'd my guilt, 1 ten the fett'riog wound, Till I confefs'd my fins to thee, And ready pardon found. o -PSALM XXXII. 79 i Let Tinners learn to pray, Let faints keep near the throne : i] Our help in times of deep diftrefs, Is found in God alone. PSALM 32. Common Metre. ret Par den andfincere Obedience; or, Confejjion and Forgivenefs. HOW bleft the man to whom his God No more imputes his fin, But wafh'd in the Redeemer's blood Hath made his garments clean ! : And bled beyond expreffion he, Whofe debts are thus difcharg'd; While from the guilty bondage free He feels his foul enlarg'd. \ His fpirit hates deceit and lies, His words are all fincere : He guards his heart, he guards his tyc&j To keep his conference clear. ^ While I my inward guilt fuppreft, No quiet could I find ; Thy wrath lay burning in my breaft, And rack'd my tortur'd mind. 5 Then I confefs'd my troubled thoughts, My fecret fins reveal'd, Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults. Thy grace my pardon feal'd. 5 This Trial I invite thy faints to pray ; When like a raging flood Temptations rife, our ftrength and fray Is a forgiving God. PSALM 32. Firjl Part. Long Metre. Repentance and free Pardon ; or, Jujiif.cation and Sanclification. BLEST is .h'. man, for Sver bled, Whofe guilt is pardon'd by ins God, Whofe fins with forrow are confefs'd And cover'd with his Saviours blood. So PSALM XXXII, XXXIIL s Before his judgment feat the Lord No more permits his crimes to rife ; He pleads no merit of reward, And not on works but grace relies. 3 From guile his heart and lips are free, His humble joy, his holy fear, With deep repentance well agree, And join to prove his faith fmcere. 4 How glorious is that righteoufnefs That hides and cancels all his fins T While a bright evidence of grace Through all his life appears and fhines. PSALM 3*. Second Part. Long Metre, A guilty Conference eafed by Confejfion and Pardon. i "TTTH1LE I keep filence and conceal W My heavy guilt within my heart, What torments doth my confeiencefeel! What agonies of inward fmart ! 2 I fpread my fins before the Lord, And all my fecret faults confefs ; Thy gofpel fpeaks a pard'ning word, Thine holy fpirit feals the grace. 3 For this fhall ev'ry humble foul Make fwift addreffes to thy feat : When floods of huge temptations roll, There (hall they find ableft retreat. 4 How fafe beneath thy wings I lie, When days grow dark, and dorms appear ? And when I walk, thy watchful eye Shall guide me fafe from ev'ry fnare. PSALM 33. Firft Part. Common Metre. Works of Creation and Providence. x. 11 EJOICE, ye righteous, in the Lord, IX. This work belongs to you : Sing of his name, his ways, his word, How holy, juft and truet PSALM XXXIII. Si 2 His mercy and his righteoufnefs Let heav'n and earth proclaim : His works of r.ature and of grace Reveal his wond'rous name. 3 His word, with energy divine, Thofe heav'n ly arches fpread, Bade ftarry hofts around them fhine, • And light the heav'ns pervade. 4 He taught the fwelling waves to flow To their appointed dtep ; Bade raging feas their limits know, And itill their ftation keep. 5 Ye tenants of the fpac'Dus earth, With fear before him ftand ; He fpake, and naiure took its birth, And refts on his command. 6 He fcornsthe angry nation's rage, And breaks their vain defigns; His counfel (lands thro' ev'ry age, And in full glory fhines. PSALM 33 Second Part. Common Metre. Creatures vain; and God All-fujjicient, a T)L£ST is the nation, where the Lord JO Hath fix'd hisgiacious throne; Where he reveals his heav'nly word, And calls their tribes his own. 2 His eye, with infinite furvey, Does the whole world behold ; He form'd us all of equal clay, And knows our feeble mould. § Kings are not refcu'd by the force Of armies from the grave : Nor fpeed nor courage of an horfe Can his bold rider fave. 4 Vain is the ftxength of beafls or ment Nor fprings our fafety thence ; But holy fouls from God obtain A ftrone and fure defence. 8 a- PSALM XXXIII. 5 God is their fesr, and God their truft : : When plagues or famine fpreaet, His watchful eye fecures the juft, Among :xn choufand dead. S Lord, let car hearts in thee rejoiePj, And blefs us from thy throne, ; For we have made thy word C>ur choice, And truft thy grace along. ? S A L M 33. As the, 1 13th Pfalm. Firjl Part Works of Ortation and Providence. 1 "V^E holy fouls in God rejoice, X Yoot Maker's praife becomes your voice, Great is your :heme, yoir fongs be new ; Sing of his name, his word, his ways, His works of nature and of grace, How wire and holy, Jutland true ! s- 3ehold, to k rth's remoteft ends, His gooonefs flows, his truth extends : His pow'r the heav'iily arches fpread : His word, with energy divine, Bade Harry hofts around th And light the circling heav'ns pervade. & His hand collects Jie flo .viig peas ; Thofewat'ry treafures know thei/ place, And fill the ftore-houfe of the deep ; He fpake, and gave all nature birth ; And fires and leas, and heav'n and earth His everlatling orders keep. 4 .Let mortals tremble and adore A God of fuch refiftlefs pow'r, Nor dare indulge their feeble rage: Vain are your lhoughts; and weak your hands, But his eternal counfel flands, And rules the world from aze to age. PSALM XXXIII, XXXIV. 83 PSALM 33. As the 113th Pfalm. Second Part. Creatures vain, and God All-fujjicient. 1 /^H happy nation, where the Lord \Jf Reveals the treafure of his word, And builds his church, his earthly threne !'~ His eye the heathen world furveys, He form'd their hearts, he knows their ways,. But God their Maker is unknown. $ Let kings rely upon their hoft, And of his ftrength the champion boaft, - In vain they boaft:, in vain rely; In vain we truft the brutal force. Or fpeed or courage of an horfe, To guard his rider or to fly. 2 The arm of our Almighty Lord, Doth more fecure defence afford, When deaths or dangers threat'ning Sand .% Thy watchful eye preferves the juff, Who make thy name their fear and trufi, When wars or famine wafte the land. 4. In ficknefs or the bloody field, Our great phyfieian and our fhield, Shall fend falvation from his throne3, We wait to fee thy goodnefs fhine j Let us rejoice in help divine, For all our hope is God alone. PSALM 34. FUJI Fart. Long Metre. God's Care of his Saints ; or, Deliverance by Prayer, j T ORD, I will blefs thee all my days, jL-i Thy praife mall dwell upon my tongue l - My foul mall glory in thy grace, While faints rejoice to hear the fong. a Come, magnify the Lord with me, Let ev'ry heart exalt his name ; I fought th' eternal God, and he Has not expos'd my hope to Iba-me;. $4 PSALM XXXIV. 3 I told him all my fecret grief, My fecret groanings reach'd his ears; He gave my inward pains relief, And calm'd the tumult of my fears. 4 To him the poor lift up their eyes, With heav'nly jov their tecs fhiuei, A beam of mercies flora :he fkies , Fills them with light and love divine. 5 His holy angels pitch their tents Around the men that ferve ihe Lord ; Oh fear and love him all his faints, Tafte of his grace, and tiuft nis word. € The wild young lions, pinch'd h pain And hunger, roar through all the cod; But none fnall fcek the Lord in va . Nor want fupp'is of real good. PSALM 34. 11 — 12. Second Part. LqngMefite Religious Education; or, Infif ''■cty. * /"^HILDRLN, in years or I lg« young, V^4 Your parents' hope, you. parents' joy, Attend the c^unfels of my toi Let pious thoughts your minds employ. 2 If you defire length of days. And peace to crown your mortal {fate, Reftrain your feet from impious waySj Your lips from fknder and deceit. 3 The eyes of God regard his faints, His ears are open to their cues ; He fets his frowning face againft The fons of violence and lies. 4 To humble fouls and broken hearts God with his grace is t-vrr nigh ; Pardon and hope his love imparts When men in deep contrition lie. j He tells their tear?, he counts their groans, His Son redeems their fouls from death; His fpirit heals their broken bones, His praife employs thf ir tuneful breath. PSALM XXXIV. g5 PSALM 34. l— to. Firjl Part. Com. Metre, Prayer and Praife for eminent Deliverance, 4 f 'L L biefs -he Lord from day to day ; X How good are all his ways ! Ye humble fouls that ufe tc pray, Come help mv lips to praife. a Sinv to the honour of his name, How a poor fuff 'rer cry'd, Nor was his hope expo<='d to fhame, Nor was his fuitdaiy'd. 3 When threai'iiing forrows round me ftoo<3, And endlefs fears arofe, Like the loud billows of a flood, Redoubling all my woes. 4 I told the Lord my fore diftrefs, With heavy groans and tears ; He gave my (harped torments ea{f, And filenc'd all my fears. Pause. § [Oh miners, come and tafte his love, Come, learn his pleafant ways, And let your own experience prove, The fweetnefsof his grace. * He bids the angels pitch their tents, Round where his children dwell; "What ills their heav'nly care prevents, No earthly tongue can tell.] 7 f_Oh love the Lord, ye faints of hig; His eye regards the juft, How richly bleft their portion is, Who make the Lord their truft ! % Young lions pinch'd with hunger roarf And famifh in the wood : But God fupplies his holy poor Witk ev'ry needful good. J D 15 PSALM XXXIV, XXXV. PSALM 34. 11—22. Second Part. C. M» Exhortation to Peace and Holtntji, t /"^OME, children, learn to fear the Lord* \jl And that your days.be long, Let not a falfe or fpiteful word Be found upon your tongue. t Depar; from mifchief, praftife love, Purfue the works of peace; So fhall the Lord your ways approve) And fet your fouls at eiife. 3 His eyes awake to guard the juft, His ears attend their cry ; When broken spirits dwell in duft, The God of grace is nigh. 4 What tho' the forrows here they tafte Are fharp and tedious too, The Lord who faves them all at laft, Is their fupporter now. £ Evil fhall fmitethe wicked dead ; But God fecures his own, Prevents the mifchief when they Aide, Or heals the broken bone. 6 When dcfolation like a flood O'er the proud finner roils. Saints find a refuge in their God, For he ledeem'd their fouls. PSALM 35. Vcr. la, 13. 14. C. M. love to Ercm'es; or, tht Love of Chriji tu Sinners typified in David. 1 T>EHOLD the love, the gen'rous love XJ That holy David fhows ; B( Hole his kind compaffion move For his affl.cied toes 2 When they are lick, his foul complains., Ar.d teems to feel the fmart ; Th»* fpirit of tht gofpel reigns, Arid melts his oioas heart. PSALM XXXVI, *7 3 How did his flowing tears condole As for a brother dead ! And fading mortify'd his foul, While for their life he pray'd. 4 They groan'd, and curfl him on their bed, Yet it ill he pleads and mourns; And double bleffings on his head The righteous God returns. 5 O glorious type of heav'nly grace ! Thus Chrijl the Lord appears ; While ficners curfe, the Saviour prays, And pities them with tears. 6. He, the true David, Ifra'l's king, B'eft and belov'd of God, To fave us rebels dead in fin Paid his own deareft blood. PSALM 36. 5—9. Long Metre. The Perfections and Providence of God; or, General Providence and Special Grace. 1 TTIGH in the heav'ns, eternal God, J. JL Thy goodnefs in full glory fhiues ; Thy truth fhail break through ev'ry cloud That veils and darkens thy defigns. 2 For ever firm thy juftice ftands, As mountains their foundations keep ; Wife are the wonders of thy hand, Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 Thy providence is kind and large, Both man and bead thy bounty fhare; The whole creation is thy charge, But faints are thy peculiar care. 4 My God, how excellent thy grace ! Wnence all our hope and comfort Iprings ; The fons of Adam in diPirefs, fly to the fhadow of thy wings. ss PSALM xxxvr. $ From the provifions of thy houfe We fhall be fed with fweet repaft; There mercy like a river flows, And brings falvation to our tafte. 6 Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the prefenceof my Lord ; And in thy light our fouls fhall fee The glories promis'd in thy word. PSALM 36. Ver, 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9. Com. Metre. Prattled Atheifm expofed; or, the Being and Attributes of God ajferted. a "TXTHILE men grow bold in wicked ways, W And yet a God they own, My heart within me often fays, " Their thoughts believe there's none." 2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare (Whate'er their lips profeft) God hath no wrath for them to fear, Nor will they feek his grace. o What Grange felf-flatt'ry blinds their eyes! But there's a hau'mng hour, When they fhall fee with fore furpnfe The terrors of thy pow'r. 4 Thy juftice fhall maintain its throne, Though roountaios melt away ; Thy judgments are a world unknown, A deep unfathom'd fea. c Above thefe heav'ns created rounds, 5 Thy mercies, Lord, extend ; Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds, Where time and nature end. 6 Safety to man thy goodnefs brings, Nor overlooks the beaft ; Beneath the fhadow of thy wings Thy childrea chufe to reft. PSALM XXXVI. 8* J [From thee, when creature-flreams jun low. And mortal comforts die, Perpetual fprings of life fhall flow, And raife our pleafures high. 8 Though all created light decay, And death clofe up our eyes, Thy prefence makes eternal day Where clouds can never riie.J PSALM 36. 1—7. Short Metre, The Wkkednefs of Man, and the Mejefly of God\ or3 Practical Aiheifm expo fed. 1 "\T7HEN man grows bold in fin, * * My heart within me cries, " He hath no faith of God witiiin, " Nor fear before his eyes." 2 [He walks a while conceal' d In a felf-flattering dream, Till his dark crimes, at once reveal'd, Expofe his hateful name.} 3 His heart is falfe and foul, His words are fmooth and fair; Wifdom is banifh'd from his foul. And leaves no goodnefs there. 4 He plots upon his bed, New niifchiefs to fulfil ; lie fets his heart, and hand, and head To practife all that's ill. $ But there's a dreadful God, Tho5 men renounce his fear ; His juftice, hid behind the cloud* Shall one great day appear, 6 His truth tranfcends the fky, In heav'n his mercies dwell ; Deep as the fea his judgments lie., His anger burns to hell. 9o PSALM XXXVII. 7 How excellent his love, Whence all our fafety fprings ! Oh never let my foul remove From underneath his wings. PSALM 37. 1—15, Firji Part. CM. The Cure of Envy, Fretfulnefs and Unbelief; or, the Rewards of the Righteous and the Wicked. 1 1X7HY mould I vex my foul, and fret VV To fee the wicked rife ? Or envy Tinners waxing great, By violence and lies ? 2 As flow'ry grafs cut down at noon, Before the ev'ning fades, So fhall their glories vanifh. foon, In everlafting (hades. 3 Then let me make the Lord my truff, And pra&ife all that's good ; So fhall I dwell among the juft, And he'll provide me food. 4 I to my God my ways commit, And cheerful wait his will ; Thy hand which guides my doubtful feet, Shall my defires fulfil. 5 Mine innocence (halt thou difplay, And make thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day, And glorious as the noon. i The meek at lad the earth poffefs, And are the heirs of heav'n ; True riches, with abundant peace, To humble fouls are giv'n. P A V S f. 7 Reft in the Lord, and keep his way, Nor let your anger rife, Though Providence fhould long delay, To punifh haughty vice, ?SALM XXXVII. f$ g Let finaers join to break your peace, AbcI plot, and rage, and foam; The Lord derides them, for he fees Their day of vengeance come. a They have drawn out the threat'ning fword, Have bent the murd'rous bow, To flay the men that fear the Lord, And bring the righteous low. 10 My God fhall break their bows, and burn,, Their perfecutmg darts, Shall their own fvords againft them turn, And pierce their flubborn hearts. PSALM 37- Vcr. 16, 21, 26— 31 . SecondPart. C. M. Charity to the Poor ; or, Religion in Words and Deeds, 1 "T If THY doth the wealthy wicked boaft, VV And grow profanely bold? The meaneft ponion of thejuft, Excels the finners gold. 2 The wicked borrows of his friends. But ne'er defigne to pay ; The faint is merciful and lends, Noi turns the poor away, 3 His alms with lib'ral heart he give* Amongft the fons of need ; His mem'ry to long ages lives, And bleffcd is his feed. 4 His lips abhor to talk profane, To flander or defraud ; His ready tongue declares to me» What he has learn'd of God. 5 The law and gofpel of the Lord Deep in his heart abide; Led by the fpirit and the word His feet fhall never flide. Q When finners fall, the righteous ftaud Preferv'd frcm ev'ry fnare ; They fhall poffefs the promis'd land, And dwell for ever thtre. »4 $3 psalm xxxvn, xxxvnr. PSALM 37. Ver. 23—37. Third Part. C M. The Way and End oj the Rhhteous and the Wi(kcd> 1 A TY God, the fleps of pious men i-VJ. Are order'd by thy will : Th'nighthey fhould fab, fheyrife again., Thy hand fupporis then, ft'ill. £ The Lord delights to fee their ways, Their virtues he approves ; He'll ne'er deprive rhem of his 2rac*j N jr leave the men he Inves, 3 The beav'nly heritage is theirs, 1 heir portion and their home ; He feafts them now, and makes them heirs Ot ui. flings long to come. 4 Wai! on the Lord, ye forts of men, Not fear when tyrant? frown ; Ye (hall confefs their pride was vain^ When juftice cafts tHem down. Pause. 3 The haughty fmner have I feen, Not learmg man nor G< d, Like a tall bay-tree fair and green, Spreading his arms abroad. € And lo, he van; Vd from the ground, De(lro) '6 by hands u;i!> en ; Nor root, norbrarch, nor leaf was found Where ail that pnde had been, 7 But mark the man of righceoufnefs, His iev'ral ftcps atten rue plea'ure runs thro Aud peaceful is his end. PSALM 38. Common Guilt of Cohjdence and Relief i or, R Prayer for Pardon and H 1 A MlDbi* thy wrath remrmba love, J~\ R (tore thy (ervant, Lord, Nor let a Father's chalt'ning prove Like an avenger's fword* PSALM XXXVIII. 93 & Thine arrows flick within my heart, My flelh is forely preft ; Between the foirow and the fmart My fpirit finds no relt. 3 My fins a heavy load appear, And o'er my head are gone ; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t' atone. 4 My thoughts are like a troubled fea That finks my comforts down ; And I go mourning all the day Beneath my Father's frown. 5 Lord 1 am weaken'd and difmay'd, None of my pow'rs are whole ; My wounds with piercing anguifh bleed, The anguifh of my foul, 6 All ray delirefs to thee are known, Thine eye counts ev'ry tear, And ev'ry figh and ev'r groan Is notie'd by thine ear. 7 Thou art my God, my only hope; My God will hear my cry, My God will bear my fpirit up When Satan bids me die. [8 My foes rejoice whene'er I Aide, To fee my virtue fail ; They raife their pleafures and their pridet Whene'er their wiles prevail. g But 1*11 confefs my guilty ways, And grieve for all my fin ; I'll mourn how weak the feeds of grace* And beg fupport divine. 10 My God, forgive my follies pair-, And be for ever nigh ; ,0 Lord of my falvation TiaTtej Before thy fervant die.] 94 PSALM XXXIX. PSALM 39. Ver.t, 2,3. Firjl Part. Com. Metre. Watckfulnefs over the Tongue,' or, Prudence and Zeal. 1 HPHUS I refolv'd before the Lord, X " Now will I watch my tongue, " Left I let flip one finful word, " Or do my neighbour wrong." 2 Whene'er conftrain'd a while to Aay With men of lives profane, I'll fet a double guard that day, Nor let my talk be vain. 3 I'll fcarce allow my lips to fpeak The pious thoughts I feel, Left fcoffers fliould th' occafion take To mock my holy zeal. 4 Yet if forne proper hour appear, I'll not be over-aw'd, But let the fcoffing finners hear That we can fpeak for God. PSALM 39. 4. 5, 6, 7. Second Part. CM. The Vanity of Man as Mortal. '. r"i 'E \CH me the meafuie of my days, A Thou m^k^r of my frame; I would furvey life's narrow fpace, And Itarn how frail I am. t A fpan is all that we can boaft, An inch or two of time : Man is but vanity and duft In all hi j flow'r and prime, 3 See the vsin race of mortals move Like fbadows o'er the plain : Thev rage and ftrive, defire and love, But all the noi'.e is vain. 4 Seme walk in honour's gaudy Thow, Some dig for golden ore, They « ii for heirs, they know not who,. And firait are feeu no more. PSALM XXXIX. 95 .5 What (hould I wifh or wait for then From creatures, earth and duft? They make our expeditions vain, And difappoint our truft, 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond defires recal ; I give my mortal intereft up, And make my God my all. PSALM 39. Ver. 9— 13. Third Part. CM. Sick-Bed Devotion; or, pleading without repining. 1 f~*\ OD of my life, look gently down, vJJT Behold the pains I feel ; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare difpute thy will. 2 Difeafes are thy fervants, Lord, They come at thy command ; I'll not attempt a murm'ring word, Againftthy chaft'ning hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy fharp rebukes : My ftrength confumes, my fpirit dies, Through thy repeated ftrokes. 4 Crufh'd as a moth beneath thy hancU, We moulder to the duft ; Our feeble pow'rs can ne'er withfland, And all our beauty's loft. 5 I'm but a ftranger here below, As all my fathers were ; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I thy fummons hear ! 6 But if my life be fpar'd a while Before my laft remove, Thy praife fhall be my bus'nefs fiill. And I'll declare thy love. c6 PSALM XL. PSALM 40. fVr. 1, 2, 3, 5, 17. Firfl Part. Common Metre. A Song of Deliverance from great Diflrefs. s T Waited patient for the Lord, .1 He bow'd to hear my cry ; He faw me reftingon his word, And brought ialvation nigh. 2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit, Where mourning long 1 lay, And from my bonds releas'd my feet, Deep bonds of miry clay. 4) Firm on a rock he made me ftand, And taught my cheerful tongue To praifethe wonders of his hand. In a new thankful feng. 4 I'll fpread his works of grace abroad ; The faints with joy fhall hear, And firmers learn to make my God Their only hope and fear. £ How many are thy thoughts of love ; Thy mercies, Lord, how great ! We have not words nor hours enough Their numbers to repeat. 6 When I'm afiliticcl, poor and low, And light and peace depart, My God beholds my heavy woe, And bears me on his heart. PSALM 40. Ver.6 — 9. Second Part. Com. Metre. The Incarnation and Sacrifice of Chrifl. 1 r~pHUS faith the Lord, " your work is vaio, X *• Give your burnt off'rmgs o'er, " In dying goals and bullock's flain *' My loul delights no more." P S A L M XL. tt a Then fpake the Saviour, v{ Lo I'm here, " My God, to do thy will ; " Whate'er thy facred books declare « Thy fervant (hall fulfil. 3 " Thy law is ever in my fight, " I keep it near my heurt ; " Mine eyes are open'd with delight *' To what thy lips impart." 4 And fee the bled Redeemer comes, Th' eternal fon appears, And a^th' appointed time alTumes The body God prepares. ,5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace, And much his truth he fhow'd, And preach'd the way of righteoufnefs Where great afTemblies flood. 6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart, He pity'd finners cries, And to fulfil a Saviour's part Was made a facrifice. Pa use. ■j No blood of beafts on altars fhed Could wafh the confcience clean, But the rich facrifice he paid Atones for all our fin. 8 Then was the great falvation fpreadj And Satan's kingdom fhook ; Thus by the woman's promis'd feed The ferpent's head was broke. PSALM 40. Vtr. 5—10. Long Metre. Chrijl our Sacrifice. I r I "'HE wonders,. Lord, thy love has wrought, X Exceed our praife, furmount our thought J Should I attempt the long detail, My fpeech would faint, my numbers fail, 9« PSALM XLI. s No blood of beafts on altars fpilt, Can cleanfe the fouls of men from guilt ; But thou haft fet before our eyes An all-lufficient facrifice. 3 Lo >hine eternal Son appears, To thy defigns h.s bows his ears ; AfTumes 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 fins, and do thy will, my God. 5 'Tis written in thy great decree, " 'Tis in thy book foretold of me, " I muft fulfil the Saviour's part, " And lo ! thy law is in my heart. 6 «« I'll magnify thy holy law, " And rebels to obedience draw, " When on my crofs I'm lifted high, " Or to my crown above the fky. 7 " The fpirit fhall defcend and fhow " What.thou haft done and what I do; " The wond'ring world fhall learn thy grace, " And all creation tune thy praile." P S A L M 4t. Ver. i, a, 3. Lon* Metre. Charity to the Poor; or, Pity to the AffiiBei. 1 "D LEST is the man, whofe breaft can move, ±J And melt with pity to the poor, Whofe foul, by fympathizing love, Feels what his fellow faints endure. 2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do ; He in the time of gen'ral grief Shall find the Lord hath mercy too. 3 His foul fhall live fecure on earth With facred bleffings on his head, When drought, and peftilence, and dearth, Around him multiply their dead. PSALM XLIL 99 4 Or if he languifh on his couch, God will prorhjt-nce his fins forgiv'n, Willfave him with a healing touch, Or take his willing foul to heav'n. PSALM 42. 1—9. Fnji Part. C. M. Defertion and Hope ; or, Complaint of Aljcncc from public Worjhip. 1 TTTITH earned longings of the mind, VV My God, to thee I look ; So pants the hunted hart to find, And tafte the cooling brook. 2 When fhall I fee thy courts of grace, And meet my God again ? So long an abfence from thy face My heart endures with pain. 3 Temptations vex my weary foulj And tears are my repaft ; The foe infuks without controal, K And zvkere's your God at lajl ?" 4 5Tis with a mournful pleafure now I think on ancient days: Then to thy houfe did numbers go, And all our work was praife. 6 But why, my foul, funk down fo far Beneath this heavy load ? My fpirit, why indulge defpair, And fin againft my God ? 7 Hope in the Lord whofe mighty hand Can ail thy woes remove ; Tor I fhall yet before him ftand, And fing reftoring love. PSALM 42. 6—11. Second Part. Melancholy Thoughts reproved; or, Hope in Affliction. i "\/j[Y fpirit finks within me, Lord, jSjL But I will call thy name to mind, And times of paft diftrefs record, When I have found my God was kind. ioo P S A L M XUll. £ Huge troubles with, tumult ous noife Swell like a fea, and round me fpread ; The riling waves drown all my joys, And roll tremend'ous o'er my head. 3 Yet will the Lord command his lov$ When I add re is his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night fhail hear me ling and pray. 4 I'll raft myfelf before his feet, And fay, "my God, my r.eav'nly rock, " Why doth thy love fo long forget " The foul that gtoars beneath thy ftroke ?" 5 I'll chide my heart that finks fo low, Whyfhould my foul indulge her grief ; Hope in the Lord and praile him too ; He is my reft, my fure relief. 6 My God, my moft exceeding joy, Thy light and truth fhall guide me ft ill, Thy word fhall my beft thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heav'nly hili. P S A L M 43. Common Metre. Safety in divine PrcUclion. 1 TUDGE me', O God, and plead my caufe, J Againft a finful race; From vile oppreffion and deceit Secure me by thy grace. 2 On thee my ftedfaft hope depends, And am 1 left to mourn ? To fink in forrows, and in vain Implore thy kind return ? 3 O fend thy light to guide my feet, And bid thy truth appear, Conduct me to thy holy hill, To tafte thy meicies there. 4 Then to thy altar, O my God, My joyful feet fhall rife. And my triumphant fongs fhall praifc The God that rules the Ikies. PSALM XLTV. i*i £ Sink not my fcml, beneath thy fear, Nor yield to weak defpair; For I fhall live to praife the Lord, And blefs his guardian care. PSALM 44 Ver. 1, 2, 3. 8- 15, 26. C. M. The Church's Complaint in Perfecution. x T ORD, we have heard thy works of old, JL-* Thv works of pow'r and grace, ■When to our ear:; our fathers told, The wonders of their days. 2 They faw the beaut'ous churches rife, The fpreading gofpel run ; While light and glory from the fkies Through all their temples fhone. 3 In God they boafted all the day, r nd in a cheerful throng Did thcufands meet to praife and pray, And grace was all their fong. 4 But now our fouls are feiz'd with fhanr€} Confufioa fills our face, To hear the enemy blafpheme, And fools reproach thy grace". 2 Yet have we not forget our God, Nor fa'fely dealt with heav'n, Nor have our fteps declin'd the road Of duty thou haft givfn. € Though dragons all around ua roar With their deftru£live breath, And thine own hand has bruis'd us fore, Hard by the. gates of death. Pause. •J We are expos'd all day to die, As martyrs for thy name; As fheep for Daughter bound we 11% And wait the kindling flame, io* PSALM XLV. 8 Awake, arife, almighty Lord, Why deeps thy wonted grace ? Why thould we feem like men abhor'd, Or banifh'd from thy face ? 9 Wilt thou for ever cart us off, And flill neglect our cries ? For ever hide thine heav'nly love From our effH&ed eyes ? 10 Down to the dud our foul is bow'd, And dies upon the ground ; Rife for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their pow'rs confound. ii Redeem us from perpetual fhame, Our Saviour and our God ; We plead the honours of thy name, The merits of thy blood. PSALM 45. Short Metre. The Glory of Chriji. The Snccefs of the Gofpelt and the Gentile Church. x A /fY Saviour and my King, 1.VJL Thy beauties are divine ; Thy Hps with bleffings overflow, And ev'ry grace is thine. 2 Now make thy glory known, Gird on thy dreadful fword, And rife in majefty to fpread The conquefts of thy word. 3 Strike through thy ftubborn foes, Or make their hearts obey, Whilejuftice, meeknefs, grace and truth Attend thy glorious way. 4 Thy laws, O God, sre right, Thy throne ihall ever (land ; And thy victorious gofpel prove A fceptre in thy hand. PSALM XLV. 103 j; Thy Father and thy God Hath without meafure (hed His fpirit like a grateful oil T' anoint thy facred head.] 3 Behold at thy right hand The Gentile church is feen, A beaut'ous bride in rich attire, And princes guard the Queen.] Fair bride, receive his love, Forget thy father's houfe ; Forfake thy gods, thy idol gods, And pay thy Lord thy vows. 5 O let thy God and King Thy fweeteft thoughts employ; Thy children fhall his honour fmg, And tafte the heav'nly joy. PSALM 45. Common Metre. The perfot\al Glories and Government of Chrijl, 1 T'LL fpeak the honours of my King, A His form divinely fair ; None of the fons of mortal race May with the Lord compare. 2 Sweet is thy fpeech, and heav'nly grace Upon thy lips is fhed ; Thy God with bleflings infinite Hath crown'd thy facred head. 3 Gird on thy fword victorious Prince, Ride with majeftic fway ; Thy terror mall ftrike through thy foes, And make the world obey. 4 Thy throne, O God, for ever ftands, Thy word of grace fhall prove A peaceful fceptre in thy hands, To rule thy faints by love* 104 PSALM XLV. 5 Juftice and truth attend thee foil, But mercy is thy choice : And God, thy God, thy foul fhall fill Wirh moft peculiar joys. PSALM 45 Firjl Part. Long Metre. The Glory of Chrijl, and Power of his Go/pel* 5 *\TO W be my heart ini'pir'd to fmg JlN The glories of my Saviour King, Jefus the Lord ; how heav'nly fair His form! how bright his beauties are! a O'er all the fons of human race He fhines with far fuperior grace, Love from his lips divinely flows, And bleffings all his fiate compofe. 3 Drefsthee in arms moft mighty Lord, Gird on the terror of thy fword, In majefty and glory ride With truth and meeknefe at thy fide. 4 Thine anger, HIc_e a pointed dart, Sha'l pierce the foes of ftubborn heart ; Or v.-ords of mercy kind and fv/eet Shall melt the rebels at thy feet. r Thy throne. O God, for ever ftands, Grace is the fceptre in thy hands ; Thy laws and works are juft and right, But grace and juftice thy delight 6 God, thine own God has richly fhed His oil of gladneis on thy head ; And with his facred fpirit blefs'd His firft born Son above the reft. PSALM 45. Second Part. Long Metre. Chrijl and hi i Church; or, the myflical Marriage. 1 '"I^HE King of faints, how fair his face, X Adorn'd with majefty and grace t He comes with bleffings from above, Aed wins the nations to his love, PSALM XLVI. i»5 At his right hand our eyes behold The Queen array'd in pureft gold ; The world admires her heav'nly drefs ; Her robes of joy and righteoufnefs. He forms her beauties like his own, He calls and feats her near his throne ; Fair ftranger, let thms heart forget The idols of thy native (late. 4 So (hall the King the more rejoice In thee the fav'ri'.e of his choice ; Let him be lov'd and yet ador'd, For he's thy Maker and thy Lord, g Oh happy hour, when thou (halt rife To his fair palace in the ikies, And all thy fons, (a num'rous train) Each like a prince in glory reign. 6 Let endlefs honours crown his head ; Let ev'ry age his praifes fpread ; While we with cheerful iongs approve The condefcenfion of his love. PSALM 46. Firjl Part. Long Metre. Tht Church's Safety and -Triumph among national 3 h folations. 1 f> OD is the refuge of his faints, _ VJT When ftorms of (harp didrefs invade; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him prefent with his aid. * Let mountains from their feats be hurl'd Down to the deep, and buried there, Convulfions (hake the fohd world, Our faith (hall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, In facred peace our fouls abide, While ev'ry nation, ev'ry Chore Trembles, and dreads the f welling tide. io6 PSALM XLVI. 4 There is a ftream, whofe gentle flow Supplies the city of our God ! Life, love and joy ftill gliding thro' And wat'ring our divine abode. 5 That facred flream, thine holy word, Supports our faith, our fear controuls, Sweet peace thy promifes afford, And give new ftrength to fainting fouls. 6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, Secure againft athreat'ning hour; Nor can her firm foundation move, Built on his truth and arm'd with pow'r. PSALM 46. Second Part. Long Metre. Godfghtsfor his Church. i T ET Zion in her King rejoice, I a Tho' tyrants rage, and kingdoms rife; He utters his almighty voice, The nations melt, the tumult dies. 2 The Lord of old for Jicob fought, And jficol/'s God is Itill our aid ; Behold the works his hand has wrought, What defolations he has marie. 3 Prom fea to fea, through all the fhores He makes the noife of battle ceafe ; "When from on high his thunder roars, He awes the trembling world to peace. 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the fpear, Chariots he burns with heav'nly flame ; Let earth in filent wonder hear The found and glory of his name. 5 « Be ftill, and learn that I am God, " I reign exalted o'er the lands, »; I will be known and fear'd abroad, " But ftill my throne ia Zion Hands." PSALM XLVII, XLVIII. xo7 6 O Lord of holts, almighty King, While we fo near thy pre fence dwell, Our faith fhall fit fecure and fing, Nor fear the raging pow'rs of hell, PSALM 47. Common Metre* Chrijl afcending and reigning. i />H for a fhout of facred joy \J To God the fov'reign King I Let eVry land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph fing* a Jejus our God afcends on high ; His heav'nly guards around Attend him rifmg thro' the fky, With trumpets joyful found. s While angels fhout and praife their King, Let mortal* learn their {trains; Let all the earth his honours ftng; O'er all the earth he reigns. 4. Rehearfe his pi aife with awe profound, Let knowledge guide the fong; Nor mock him with a iViemn found Upon a thoughdefs tongue. 5 In IfraH flood his an lent throne, Helov'd that ch.jfen race; But now he calls the world his own, And heathens tifte his grace. 6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's, There Abraham's God is known ; While pow'rs and princes, fhields and fwords SubmL before bis throne. P S A L M 48. 1—8. Firji Part. S.M. The Church is the Honour and Safety ef a Nation, 1 r/~"1 RE AT is the. Lord our God, LVjT -A-nd let his praife be great; He makes the churches his abode, His mofl delightful feat. io8 PSALM XLVIIIv » Thefe temples of his giace, How beautiful they hand ? The honours of our naive phce, And bulwarks of our land. J g In Zion God is known A refuge in difirefs ; How bright has his falvation fhone, How fair nis heav'nly grace? 4 When kings againft her joir>'d, And law the Lord was there, In wild <~orifufion of the mit,d They fled with hatty fear. 5 When n^vie* tall aud proud Attempt to fpoil our peace, He fends his tempeil roaring loud, And finks them in the feas. 6 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often feen, H w well our God fecures the fold Where his own flocks have been. 7 In ev'ry new diftrefs We'll to his houfe repair, Recal to mind Ms wond'rous grace, And feek deiiv'rance there. PSALM 48- 20—14. Second Part. S SI> The Beauty of the Church ; or, Gofpel Worjhip andOrd&* 1 ITAR as thy Dame is known X; The world declares thy praife; Thy faints, O Lord; before thy fhrone Their fongs of honour »aife. t With jov thy people fland On Zwn\ chof"'^ hill, Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, And counfels of thy will. 3 Let flrangers walk around The city where we dwell, Compafs and view thine holy groaad, And mark the building well. P S A L M XLIX. 109 4 The orders of th. The worftiip of The cheerfu - nnvoWs, And ma^ :rc. 5 How decen and ■ w wife! How glorious ■ b old t Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, And rites adoni'd with gold. 6 The God we worfhi? now Will guide us'iili we die; : Will be our God wn.iie here below, And ours above the iky. PSALM 49. Ver. 6—14 tirfiParU Com. Metre. Pride and Death; or, the Vanity of Lift and Riches. WH Y doth the man of. riches grow To infolence and pride, To fee his wealth and honours flow With ev'ry rifing'.ide ? {[Why doth he treat the poor wich fcora, Made of the felf-fame clay, And boail as chough hisflefh was born Of better dull than they ?] Not all his treafures can procure His foul a fhort reprieve, Redeem'd from death one guilty hour, Or make his brother live. . Eternal life can ne'er be fold, The random is i 00 high ; Juftice will ne'er be brib'd with gold, That man may never die. } He fees the brutifh and the wife, The tim'rous and the b'ave Quit their poiTeilions, clofe their eyes, And haften to the grave. 5 Yet 'tis his igward thought and pride, " My houfe fhall ever ftand ; " And that my name may long abide *' I'll give it to my land." £. IIO PSALM XLIX. 7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lofl, How foon his mem'ry dies ! His name is buried in the duft, Where his own body lies. T a u s E. 8 This is the folly of their way, And yet their fons as vain Approve the words their fathers fay, And act their works again. g Men void of wifdom and of grace, Tho' honour raife them high, Live like the bead, a thoughtlefs race, And like the beaft they die. 10 [Laid in the grave like filly fheep, Death triumphs o'er them there, Till the laft trumpet breaks their deep, And wakes them in defpair.] PS A L M 49. Ver. 14, 15. Second Part. Com. Metre. Death and the Refurreclion* 1 \7"E fons of pride, that hate the juft, X And trample on the poor, When death has brought you down to duft, Your pomp (hall rife no more. 2 The laft great day fhall change the fcene; When will that hour appear ? When fhall the juft revive, and reign O'er all that fcorn'd them here ? 3 God will my naked foul receive, Call'dfrom the world away, And break ihe prifon of the grave, To raife my mould'ring clay. 4 Heav'n is mv everlafting home, Th' inheritance is fure ; Let men of pride their rage refume, Eut I'll '-epine no more. PSALM XLIX, I PSALM 49. Long Me. The rich Sinner's Death, and the Saint's A. Y do the proud infult the pooi WHA How vain are riches to fecure Their haughty owners from the grave ! * They can't redeem an hour from death With all the wealth in which they truft ; Nor give a dying brother breath, "When God commands him down to dufl. 3 There the dark earth and difmal (hade Shall clafp their naked bodies round ; That flefh. fo delicately fed Lies cold, and moulders in the ground, 4 Like thoughtlefsfneep the Tinner dies, And leaves his glories in the tomb ; The faints fhall in the morning rife, And hear th' oppreffor's awful doom# 5 His honours perifh in the duft, And pomp and beauty, birth and blood ; That glorious day exalts the juft To full dominion o'er the proud. 6 My Saviour fhall my life reftore, And raife me from my dark abode; My flefh and foul fhall'part no more, But dwell forever near my God. PSALM 5o. Ver. 1—6. Firjl Part. C. Metre, Thelajl Judgment; or, the Saints rewarded, H E Lord, the Judge, before his throne Bids the whole earth draw nigh, The nations near the rifing fun, And near the Weflcr'n fky. No more fhall bold blafphemersfay, Judgment will ne'er begin ; No more abufe his long delay To imoudence and fin. £ a PSALM L. on a cloud our God (hall come, at flames prepare his way, de» and darknefs, fire and ftorm .ead on the dreadful day. xeav'n from above his call fhall hear, Attending angels come, And earth and hell fnall know and fea? His JulUceand their doom. 5 « But gather all my faints (he cries) 11 That made their peace with God, " By the Redeemer's facrifice, " And fcal'd it with his blood. ® " Their faith and works brought forth to light, " Shall make the world confefs " My fentence of reward is right, li And heav'n adore my grace." PSALM 50. Vtr. 1c.11, 14, 15,23. Second Part. Common Metre. Obedience is better than Sacrifice. 1 r"PHUS faith the Lord, "the fpacious fields X t; And flocks and herds are mine, " O'er all the cattle of the hills. " I claim aright divine. 8 " I afk no fheepfor facrifice, " Nor bullocks burnt with fire; « To hope and love, to pray and praife, " Is all that I require. 3 " Invoke my name when trouble's near, " My hand fnall fet thee free ; " Then fhal! thy thankful lips declare " The honour due to me. The man that offers humble praife, " Declares my glory beft ; And thofe that tread my holy ways, « Shall my faJvation taftc,'* PSALM L. ii; PSALM 50. Ver. 1, 5, 8, 16, 2t, 22. Third Part. Common Metre. The Judgment of Hy pontics. % T T THEN Chriji to judgment mall defcend, VV And faints furround their Lord s He calls the nations to attend, And hear his awful word. S " Not for the want of bullocks flain " Will I the world reprove ; " Altars and rites, and forms are vain « Without the fire of love. 3 {:And what have hypocrites to do •; To bring their facrifice ? <: They call my ftatutesjuft and true, " But deal in theft and lies. 4 " Could you expeft to 'fcape my fight, " And fin without controul; ct But I fhall bring your crimes to light, « With aoguiih in your foul." 3 Confider, ye, that flight the Lord, Before his wrath appear; If once you fall beneath his fword, There's no deliv'rer there. PSALM 50. Long Metre* Hypocrify expqfed. x r"T'KE Lord, the Judge, his churches warns, JL Let hypocrites attend and fear, Who place their hope in rites and forms, But make not faith nor love their care. 2 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. 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong, Yet dare to feek their Maker's face; They take his cov'nant on their tongue, But break his laws, abufe his grace. U4 PSALM L. 4 To heav'n they lift their hands unclean, Defil'd with luft, defu'd with blood; By night they practife every fin, By day their mouths draw near to God. 5 And while his judgments long delay, They grow fecuie and fin the more ; They think he fleeps 3S well as they, And put far off the dreadful hour. 8 Oh dreadful hour! when God draws near, And fets their crimes before their eyes! His wrath their guilty fouls fhall tear, And no deliv'rer dare to rife. PSALM 53. To a new Tune. Thelajl Judgment. 1 r I ''HE Lord, the fov'reign fends his fummorvs forth, X Callsthe/ >'e angels, from their didant lands. When Ckrijl returns, wake ev'ry cheerful fa ffion ; Andjlioul, ye faints, he comes for your fdvation. 4 " Behold my cov'nant ftands forever good, M Seal'd by th' eternal faenfice in blood, 11 Andfign'd withalltheirnames; the Greckthe Jew " That paid 'he ancient worfhip or the new. There's no diftinclion here ; join all your voices, And raife your heads, y> faints, for heav'n rejoices. 5 " Here (faith the Lord) ye angels fpread their thrones, " And near me teat my fav'rues and my fons, Ci Come, my redeem'd, pofTels the joys prepar'd " Ere time began, 'cis your divine reward. When Chrijt returns, wake ev'ry cheeful paffnn ; Andfhout, ye faints, he comes for your falvation. Pause the Fird. 6 " I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God, " The (ov'reign judge : ye heav'ns proclaim abroad *' My jud eternal femence, and declare " Thole awful tiuths tha' finners dread to hear. When Gei appears all nature fnall a Joe him, While finners tremble, faints rejoice before him. 7 "Stand forth, thou bold blarphemer. and profane, " Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatnings vainj " Thou hypocrite, once dred in faint's attire, " I doom the oainfd hypocrite to fire. Judgment proceeds bed trembles, heav'n rejoices ; Lift up your heads, ye faints, with, cheerful voices. PSALM L 117 g So let thy pard'ning love be found ! 3 O wafh my foul from ev'ry fin, And make my guilty confeience clean ; Here on mv heart the burdenlies, And pall offences pain mine eyes. 4 My lips with fhame my finscqnfefs Againft thv law, agair-ft ih» qracc; Lord, mould thyj'jdgmijK grow fevere, I am condemu'd, but th^i art clear ? e Should fudren vengeancer-f^ize my brea'h, I muft pronounce thee jffft in d: ath ; And if my foul were fern, to riell, Thy righteous law appr| To that Almighty Pow'r, That heard the long requefts I made In my diftrefsful hour. 2 My lips and cheerful heart prepare To make his mercies known : Come ye that fear my God, and hear The wonders he has done. 3 When on my head huge forrows fell, I fought the heav'nly aid • He fav'd my finking foul from hell, And death's eternal fhade. 4 If fin lay cover'd in my heart While pray'remploy'd my tongue; The Lord had fhown me no regard, Nor I his praifes fang. 5 But God (his name be ever bleft) Was let my fpirir free • Ivor tura'd his heart from me F.5 142 PSALM LXVII, LXVIII. PSALM 67. Common Metre. The Nation's Profperity, and the Church's Increafe. i CHINE, mighty God, on Sion fhine, O With beams of heav'nly grace; Reveal thy pow'r thro' all our coafts, And fhow thy fmiling face. 2 [Arnidft our realm exalted high Do thou our glory ftand, And like a wall of guardian fire Surround the fav'rite land. J 3 When fhall thy name from fhore to more Sound all the earth abroad; And diflant nations know and love Their Saviour and their God. 4 Sing to the Lord, ye diftant lands, Sing lend with folemn voice; Letev'ry tongue exalt his praife, And ev'ry heart rejoice. $ He, the great Lord, the fov'reign Judge, That fits enthron'd above, In wifdom rules the worlds he made, And bids them tafte his love. 6 Earth fhall obey his high command, And yield a full increafe : Our God will crown his chofen land With fruiifulneis a:;d peace. j God, the Redeemer fcatters round His choiceft favours here, While the creation's utmoft bound Shall fee, adore, and fear. PSALM 68. Ver. 1-6,32.35. FirJ Part. Long Metre. Tin Vengea.TtU.md compajfion of God. 1 T LT God arife in all his might, JL; And put the troops of hell to flight; >\s fmoke* that fought to cloud the fkies Jlcfore the rifing tempelt lilies. PSALM LXVIII 143 2 [He comes array'd in burning flames; Juftice and veng'ance are his names : Behold his fainting foes expire Like melting wax before the fire.] 3 He rides and thunders thro' the fky ; His name Jehovah founds on high : Sing to his name ye fons of grace ; Ye faints rejoice before his face. 4 The widow and the fatherlefs Fly to his aid in fharp diftrefs; In him the poor and helplefs find A Judge that's juft, a Father kind. 5 He breaks the Captive's heavy chain, And pris'ners fee the light again; But rebels that difpute his will, Shall dwell in chains and darknefs ftill. € Kingdoms and thrones to God belong; Crown him, ye nations, in your fong : His wond'roas names and pow'rsrehearfe, His honours mall enrich your verfe. 7 He fhakes the heav'ns with loud alarms; How terrible is God in arms ! In Ifr'el are his mercies known, Ifr'el is his peculiar throne. 8 Proclaim him king, pronounce him bleft ; He's your defence, your joy, your reft : When terrors rife, and nations faint, God is the ftrength of ev'ry faint. PSALM 68. Ver. 17, 18. Second Part. Long Metre, drift's Jfcenjion, and the Gift of the Spirit. I T ORD when thou didft afcend on high, -L-rf Ten thoufand angels fill the fky ; Thofe heav'nly guards around thee wait. Like chariots that attend thy ftate. £ Not Sinai's mountain could appear More glorious when the Lord was there; While he pronoune'd his dreadful law, And ftruck the chofen tribes with awe. *44 PSALM LXVIII. S Hew bright the triumph none can tell' W hen the rebellious pow'rs of hell, That thoufand fouls had captive ma'de, Were all in chains like captives led. 4 Rais'd by his Father to the throne, He fent his promis'd Spirit down, "With gifts and grace for rebel-men, That God might dwell on earth again. PSALM 68. Third Part. Vcr. j9, 9, so, tl, 22. Long Metre. fraije for Temporal Elcjjings ; or, Common and Special Mercies. J \A7 E blerS the Lord' theJuft> the good, iitl Who fil!s our hearts with heav'nly food ; Who poms his blefiings from the fkies And loads our days with rich fupplies. 2. He fends his fun his circuit round, To cheer the fruits to warm the ground ; He bids the clouds with plenteous rain Rcfrcfh the thirfty earth again. $ '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 flrong. 4 He makes the faint and finner prove The common blefiings of his love; But the wide diff'rence that remains, Is endiefs joy, or endlefs pains. 5 The Lord that bruis'd the ferpent's head, On all the ferpent's feed fhall tread, The vlubborn finner'e hope confound, And feiite him with a lading wound. £ But his right hand his faints fhall raife From the deep earth or deeper feas, And bring them to his courts above ; There mall they tafte his fpecial love. PSALM LXIX. "Us PSALM 69. Ver. 1—14. Firjl Part. Com. Metre The Sufferings of Chrijifor our Salvation. 1 » Q A V £ me, O God, the fwelling floods l^ " Break in upon my foul ; " I fink, and forrows o'er my head " Like mighty waters roll. 2 " I cry till all my voice is gone, " In tears I wafie the day : li My God, behold my longing eyes, " And fhorten thy delay. 3 " They hate my foul without a caufe, " And ftill their number grows " More than the hairs around my head, " And mighty are my foes. 4 " 'Twas then 1 paid that dreadful debt " That men could never pay, " And gave thofe honours to thy law « Which finners took away. 5 " Thus in the great Mefiiah's name, « The royal prophet mourns ; " Thus he awakes our hearts to grief, « And gives us joy by turns. 6 " Now fhall the faints rejoice and find " Salvation in my name, " For I have borne their heavy load " Of forrow, pain, and fhame. 7 " Grief like a garment cloath'd me roundj " And fackcloth was my drefs, M While I procur'd for naked fouls '* A robe of righteoufnefs. 8 " Amongft my brethren and the Jews " I like a ftranger flood, " And bore their vile reproach to bring " The Gentiles near to God. q " I came in finful mortals ftead " To do my Father's will: (i Yet when I cleans'd my Father's houfe3 « They fcandaliz'd. my seal, H* PSALM LXIX. 10 M My fadings and my holy groans " Were made the drunkard's fong; " But God from his celeftial throne " Heard my complaining tongue. 11 « He fav'd me from the dreadful deep, " Where fears befet me round; " He rais'd and nx'd my finking feet 11 On well-eftablifh'd ground. 12 (i 'Twas in a mod accepted hour, " My pray'r arofe on high, « And for my fake my God fhall hear " The dying finner's cry." P S A L M 69. Ver. 14, 21 , 26, 29, 32. Second Part. Common Metre. The Pajfwn and Exaltation of Chrijl. 1 1\T ° w let our lips w"^ n(%fcar 1 >l And mournful pleafures fine The fuff'ringsof our great High-Priefr, The forrows of our King. 2 He finks in floods of deep diftrefs; How high the waters rife! While to his heav'nly Father's ear He fends perpetual cries. 3 " Hear me, O Lord, and fave thy Son, " Nor hide thy fhining face; » Why would thyfav'rite look like one " Forfaken of thy grace ? 4 " With rage they perfecute the man " That groans beneath thy wound, u While for afacrifice I pour " My life upon the ground. £ " They tread my honour to the duft, " And laugh when I complain; " Their fharp infuiting fianders add *' Frefh anguifh to my pain, PSALM LXIX. 147 o * All my reproach is known to thee, " The fcandal and the fhame; « Reproach has broke my bleeding hear* " And lies defil'd my name. g ' 7 " I look'd for pity, but in vain; " My kindred are my grief; " I afk my friends for comfort round, " But meet with no relief. 8 " With vinegar they mock my thirft 11 They give me gall for food ; ' « And iporting with my dying groans, I hey triumph in my blood. 9 " Shine into my diftreffed foul " Let thy companion favej ' « And iho' my flefh fink down to death, " Redeem it from the grave. io « I fhall arife to praife thv name, « Shall reign in worlds unknown; " And thy falvation, O my God, " Shall feat me on thy throne." PSALM 69. Third Part. Common Metre. Chrijl's Obedience and Death ; or, God glorified and tinners faved. 1 F t ?, Hr E R 'e l f,ng th? «™d'rou. grace, A. I b!efs my Saviour's name, He bought falvation for the poor And bore the fmner's fhame. a His deep diftrefs has rais'd us high, His duty and his zeal FuifiI'd the law which mortals broke, And fini[b'd all thy will. 3 His dying groans, his living fongs Shall better pleafe my God, Than harp or trumpet's folemn found, Than goats or bullock's blood. 148 PSALM LXDC. 4 This (hall his humble follow'rs fee, And fet their hearts at reft ; They b> his death draw near to thee, And live forever bleft. 5 Let heav'n and all that dwell on high To God their voices raife, While lands and feas affift the fky, And join t' advance his praife. 6 Sion is thine, moft holy God, Thy Son fhall blefs her gates ; And glory purchas'd by his blood For thine own Ifr'el waits. PSALM 69. Fiijl Part. Long Metre* Chrijfs Pajfwn and Sinners Salvation. 1 Tpv E E P in our hearts let us record £_J The deeper forrows of ourLo:d, Behold the rifing billows roll To overwhelm his holy foul. 2 In long complaints he fpends his breath. While hofts of hell, and pow'rs of death, And all the fons of malice join To execute their curft defign. 3 Yet, gracious God. thy pow'r and love Kas made the curfe a bleffing prove ; Thore dreadful fuff 'rings of thy Son Aton'd for crimes which we had done. 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord The honours of thy law reftor'd : His forrows made thy juftlce known, And paid for follies not his own. 5 Oh for his fake our guilt forgive, And let the mourning (inner live: The Lord will hear us in his name, Nor fhall our hope beturn'd to fhvv?r PSALM LXIX, LXX. i49 P S A L M 69. Ver. 7, &c. Second Part. Long Metre- Cktijl's Sufferings and Zeal. 1 ,rpWAS for our fake eternal God, A Thy Son fufhin'd that heavy load Of bafe reproach and fore difgrace, While fhame defil'd his facred face, 2 The Jews his brethren and his kin, Abus'd the man that check'd their fin : While he fulfilled thy holy laws, They hate him, but without a caufe. 3 " [My Father's houfe," faid he, " was made " A place for worfhip, not for trade ; " Then fcatt'ring all their gold and brafs, He fcourg'd the merchants from the place.] 4 [Zeal for the temple of his God Confum'd his life, expos'd his blood : Reproaches at thyglQry thrown, Ke felt and mourn'd them as his own.] 5 [His friends forfook, his follow 'rs fled, While foes and arms furround his head; They curfe him with a fland'rous tongue, And the falie judge maintains the wrong. J 6 His life they load with hateful lies, And charge his lips with blafphemies : They nail him to the fhameful tree ; There hung the man that dy'd for me. 7 But God beheld, and from his throne Marks out the men that hate his Son : The hand that rais'd him from the dead, Shall pour the veng'ance on their head. PSALM 70. Common Metre; Protection againjl perfonal Enemies, 1 T N^hafte, O God, attend my call, X. Nor hear my cries in vain ; Oh let thy fpeed prevent ray fail,. And ftUl my hope fuftajn, 150 PSALM LXXI. 2 When foes infidious wound my name, And tempt my foul aflrav, Then let them fall with lading fhame, To theirownp'ots a prey. 3 While all that love thy name rejoice, And glory in thy word, In thy falvation raife their voice, And magnify the Lord. 4 O thou my help in time of need, Behold my fore difmay; In pity haften to my aid, Nor let thy grace delay. PSALM 71. Ver. 5-9. Firji Part. Com. Metre. The aged Saint's Reflexion and Hope, 1 TV /T Y God, my everlafting hope, J.VI. I live upon thy truth; Thine hands have held my childhood up, And flrengthen'd all my youth. 2 My fiefh wasfafnion'd by thy pow'r With all thefe limbs of mine ; And from my mother's painful hour I've been entirely thine. 3 Still has my life new wonders feen Repeated ev'ry year; Behold my days that yet remain, 1 trull them to thy care. 4 Caft me not off when ftrength declines, When hoary hairs arife; And round me let thy glory fhine, When'er thy fervent dies. 5 Then in the hill'iy of my age, When men review my days, They'll read thy love in ev'ry page, In ev'ry line thy praife. PSALM LXXI. 151 PSALM 71. Ver, 14, 15, 16, 23, 24, 25. Second Part. Common Metre. Chrijl our Strength and Righteoufnefs \ 1 TV yf Y Saviour, my almighty Friend, XVJL When I begin thy praife, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace ? s Thou art my everlafting truft, Thy goodnefs I adore ; And fince I knew thy graces firft I fpeak thy glories more. 3 My feet fhall travel all the length Of the celeftial road, And march with courage in thy ftrength To fee my Father God. 4 When I am fill'd with fore diftrefs For fome furprifing fin, I'll plead thy perfect righteoufaefs, Aud mention none but thine. 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell The vicVriesof my King! My foul redeem* d from fin and hell, Shall thy falvation fing. 6 [My tongue fhall all the day proclaim My Saviour and my God, His death has brought my foes to fhame, And fav'd me by his blood. *] Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs ; With this delightful fong I'll entertain the darkeit hours, Nor think the feafon long. J PSALM 71. Ver. 17—21. Third Part. Com. Metre* The aged Christian's Prayer and Song; or, Old Aget Death and the Refurreftion. 1 S~* O D of my childhood, and my youth, V_T The guide of all my days, 3 have declar'dthy heav'nly truth, And told thy wond'rous ways* 15* PSALM LXXII. a Wilt thou forfake my hoary hairs, And leave my fainting heart ? Who fhall fuftaiu my linking years If God my flrength depart ? 3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim Before the riling age, And leave a favour of thy name When I fhall quit the ftage. 4 The land of filence and of death Attends my next remove ; Oh may thefepoor remains of breath Teach the wide world thy love I Pause. 5 Thy righteoufnefs is deep and high, Unfearchable thy deeds ; Thy glory fpreads beyond ihe fky, And all my praife exceeds. 6 Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar, And oft endur'd the grief ; But when thy hand hath preft me fore, Thy grace was my relief. j By long experience have I known Thy fov'reign pow'r to fave ; At thy command I venture down Securely to the grave. 8 When I lie bury'd deep in duft, My fiefh fhall be thy care; Thefe wither'd limbs with thee I truft To raife them ftrong and fair. PSALM 72. FirJIPart. Long Metre. The Kingdom of Chriji. I pREAT God, whofe univerfal fway VJX The known and unknown worlds obey> Now give the kingdom to thy Son, Extend his pow'fj exalt his throue. PSALM LXXIL 153 2 Thy fceptre well becomes his hands, All heav'n fubmits to his commands; His juftice fnall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail no more. 3 With pow'r he vindicates the juft, And treads th' oppre ffor in the duft; His worlhip and his fear fhall laft, Till hours and years, and time be pair. 4 As rain on meadows, newly mown, So fhall he fend his influence down : His grace on fainting fouls diftils, Like heav'nly dew on thirfly hills. 5 The heathen lands that lie beneath The fhades of overfpreading death, Revive at his firft dawning light, And defertsbloffom at the fight, 6 The faints fhall 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. PSALM 72. Second Part. Long Metre. Chrijl's Kingdom among the Gentiles. 1 TESUS fhall reign where'er the fun ^J Does his fu-rceffive journeys run ; His kingdom ftretch from fhore to fhore, Till moons fhall wax and wane no more, 2 [Behold the nations with their kings; There Europe her beft tribute brings ; From no th to fouth the princes meet To pay their homage at his feet. 2 There Perfia, glorious to behold, And India fhines in eafterngold; While Weftern empires own their Lord And favage tribes attend his word."] 4 For him fhall endiefs prayer be made, And endiefs praifes crown his head ; His name like fweet perfume fhall rife With ev'ry morning facrifke. 154 PSALM LXXIII. *> People and realms of ev'ry tongue Dwell on his love with fweeteft fongj And infant-voices (hall proclaim Their early bleffings on his name. 6 Bleffings abound where'er he reigns The joyful pris'ner buifts his chains ; The weary find eternal reft, And ail the fons of want are bleft. 7 [Where he difplays his healing power, Death and the curfe are known no more ; In him the tribes of Adam boaft More bleffings than their father loft, 8 Let ev'ry creature rife and bring, Peculiar honours to our King; Angels deftend with fongs again, And earth repeats the loud amen.] PSALM 73. FirJIPajt. Common Metre. Afflicted Saints happy, and pr of per on s Sinners curfed, 1 TvTOW I'm convine'd the Lord is kind \ .LN To men of heart fincere, Yet once my fooiifh thoughts repin'd, And border'd on defpair. 2 I griev'd to fee the wicked thrive, And fpoke with angry breath, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey thro' the fea, Thy footfteps, Lord, unknown j Terrors attend the wond'rous way That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice with terror in the found Thro' clouds and darknefs broke ; All heav'n in lightning flione around, And earth with thunder fhook. 9 Thine arrows thro* the fky were hurl'd, How glorious is the Lord ! Surprife and tremb'ling feiz'd the world* And all his faints ador'd, jo He gave them water from the rock ; And fafe by Mofes' hand, Thro' a dry defert led his flock. To Canaan's promis'd land.] P S A. L M 7& Firjl Part, Common Metre. Providence of God recorded /. or, Pious Education and' hjlruclion of Children. » T E T children hear the mighty deeds J_j Which God performed of old j Which in our younger years we fawt Aiid which our fathers told, [G & LM LXXVIII. JfiS, . And -hey aga.i. ,-, That generations \ei Ui May teach them to th„ir heirs. 4 Thus (hall they learn, in God alone Their hope fecurely ftai That they may ne'ev forget his works, But pra&ife his commands. PSALM 78. Second Part. Common Metre. Jfrael's Rebellion and Punifhment ; or, the Sins and Chajlijcments of God's Peot/U. 1 /^ H what a ftifT rel bllteus houfe V^/ Was Jacob's ancient race ! Falfe to their own moft folemn vows, And to their Maker's grace. © They broke the cov'nanf of his love, And did his laws defpife, Forgot the works he wrought to prove His pow'r before their eyes. * They (aw the plagues on Egvpt light From his avenging hand ; What dreadful tokens of his might Spread o'er the ftubborn land. 4. They faw him cleave the mighty fea, And roarch'd with fafetv through, With wat'ry walls to guard their way, Till they had 'fcap'd the foe. c A wo'id'rous pillar mark'd the road, Coinpos'd of fhade and light ; By day it prov'd a fheU'ring cloud, A leading fire by night. 6 Kc from the tock their thirft fupply'd} The gufhing waters fiow'd, And ran in livens by their fide, Along the defcrt road. PSALM LXXvlIL 7 Yet they provok'd the Lord m oft And dar'd difii i " Can he with " Amidft tills 8 The Lord wit* ( heard. And caus'd i. 1 1 dime : His terrors ever ftanu prepar'd To vindicate his na:ne. PSALM 78. Third Part. Common Metre;. The Punijhmcnt oj Luxury and Intemperance; '"or, Ckafi? tifement and Salvation. 1 T T 7 HEN Iha'l finn'd the Lord reprov'd, V V And fiU'd their hearts with dread J Yet he forgave the men he lov'd, And fent them- heav'nly bread, s He fed them with alib'ral hand, And made his treafures known ; He gave the mid-night clouds command^ To pour provision down. 3 The manna like a morning fhow'r Lay thick around their feet ; The food of heav'n, fo iight, fo pure, As tho' 'twere angels meat. A, But they in murm'ring language faid, " Is manna all our fcaft ? 45 We loath this light, this airy bread ; " We muft have flefh to tafle." 5 " Ye fhall have flelh to pleafe your Iuft," The Lord in wrath reply'd* And fent them quails like land or duff, Heap'd up on ev:ry fide. 6 He gave them all their own defire; And greedy as they fed, His veng'ance burnt with fecret fire, And fmote the rebels dead. 7 Whcnfome were fl'dn the reft return'dr- And fought the Lord with tears; Under the rod they fear'd and mourn'd3> But foon forgot their fears. ^5 j£5 PSALM LXXVIIL 8 Oft he chaftis'd, a*id ftill forgave, 'Till by his gracious hand The nations he refolv'd to fave, Poffefs'd the prom-s'd land. PSALM 78. Ver. 32, &c. Fourth Part. Long Metre' Backf.iding and Forgivcncfs ; or, Sin puni/lied and Saints faved. ipREAT God, how oft did Ifra'I prove VJT By turns thine anger, and thy love ? There in a glafs our hearts may fee How fickle and how falfe they be. 2 How foon the faithlefs Jews forgot The dreadful wonders God had wrought ; Then they provok'd him to his face, Nor fear his pow'r, nor trufl his grace. 3 The Lord confum'd their years in pain, And made their travels long and vain ; A tedious march thro' unknown ways "Woie out their ftrengih, and fpent their days. 4 Oft when they faw their brethren flain, They moum'd and fought the Lord again ; Call'd him the rock of their abode, Their high Redeemer and their God. 5 Their pray'rs and vows before bim rife As flatt'ring words or folemn lies, While their rebellious tempers prove Falfe to his cov'nant and his love. 6 Yet could his fov'reign grace forgive The men who ne'er deferv'd to live ; His anger oft awav hr turn'd, Or elfe with gentle flame it burn'd. * He faw their flefh was weak and frail, Ke faw temptations ftill prevail; The God of Abrah'm lov'd them ftill, And led ti:cm to bis holy hill. PSALM LXXIX, LXXX. iS7 PSALM 79. Long Metre. For the Diftrefs of War. 1 T> E H O L D, O God, :what cruel foes, X3 Thy peaceful heritage invade; Thy holy temple ftands defil'd, In duft thy facred wall? are laid. 2 Wide o'er the vallies, drench'd in blood, Thy people fall'n in death remain ; The fowls of heav'n their flefh devour, And favage beafts divide the flain. 3 Th' infulting foes, with impious rage, Reproach thy children to their face ; " Where is your God of boafied pow'r, ♦s And where the promife of his grace.'3 4 Deep from the prifon's horrid glooms, Oh hear the mournful captives figh, And let thy fov'reign pow'r reprieve, The trembling fouls condemn'd to die. 5 Let thofe, who dar'd infult thy reign, Return difmay'd with endlefs fhame, While heathens, who thy grace defpife, Shall from thy veng'ance learn thy name. § So fhall thy children, freed from death, Eternal fongs of honour raife, And ev'ry future age Jhall tell, Thy fov'reign pow'r and pard ning grace. PSALM 80. Long Metre. The Church's Prayer under Affliction ; or, The Vineyard of God wafted. I /"> R E A T fhepherd of thine TfraeJ, vJ Who didft between the cherubs dwell, And lead the tribes, thy chofen fheep, Safe thro' the defert and the deep : s Thy church is in the defert Lord, Shine from on high, and light afford; Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, We fhall be fav'Q and £§h no more. *63 PSALM LXXX. 3 Great God, whom heav'nly hofts obey, How long fhall we lament and pray ? .And wait in vain thy kind return ? How long fhall thy fierce anger burn ? 4 Jnftead of wine and cheerful bread, Thy faints with their own tears are fed; Turn us to thee, thv love reftore, We fhall be fav'd and figh no more. Pause i. 5 Haft ihou not planted with thy hands A lovely vine in heathen lands ? Did not thy power defend it round, And heav'nly dews enrich the ground ? 6 How did the fpreading branches fhoot, And blefs the radons with the fruit ; But now, dear Lord, look down and fee Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. $ Why is her beauty thus defae'd, Why haft thou laid her fences wafte ? Strangers and foes again ft her join, And ev'ry beaft devours the vine. 8 Return, almighty God, return; Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourni Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, We mail be fav'd and figh no more. Pause g. .9 Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew, Thou waft i.» ftrength and glory too; Attack'd in vain by all its foes, Till the fair Branca of protnife rofe. 10 Fair Branch, ordain'd of old to fhoot From David's ftock, from Jacob's root J Himfelf a nobler Vine, and we Tli£ le.ffer branches of the tree;- PSALM LXXXI. 169 Ti 'Tisthy own Son ; and he {hall ftand .Girt with thy ftrength at thy right hand ; Thy firft-born Son, adorn'd and bleft With pow'r and grace above the reft. 12 Oh ! for his fake attend our cry, Shine on thy churches left they die: Turn us to thee, thy love reftore, We fhall be fav'd and figh no more. P S A L M 8r. Ver. 1, 8,— 16. Short Metre. The Warning of God to his People ; or, Spiritual Blef. fings and Punipiments. * Q I N G to the Lord aloud, O -And make a joyful noife ; God is our ftrecgth, our Saviour Gods Let Ifra'l hear his voice. 2 " From idols falfe and vain, " Preferve my rites divine ; " I am the Lord who broke thy chain " Of flav'ry and of (in. •3 " Stretch thy defiies abroad, " And I'il fupply them well; " But if ye will refufe your God, " If Ifra'l will rebel ; 4 " I'll leave them, faith the Lord, " To their own luffs a prey, " And let them run the dang'rous road, " ' Lis their own chofen way. 5 " Yet Oh ! that all my faints " Would hearken to my voice ! " Soon I would eafe their fore comp3aintss " And bid their hearts rejoice. 6 ** While I deflroy their foes, " I'll richly feed my flock, «* And chey ihall tafte the ftream that Bows ** Frotu their eternal Rock..** i;o PSALM LXXXII, LXXXIII. PSALM 82. Long Metre. God the fupreme Governor ; or, bdagijirates warned. * A MONGth' aflemblies or the great JTSl. A greater ruler takes his feat ; The God of heav'n as Judge furveys Thofe gods on earth and all their ways. 2 Why will ye frame oppreffive laws ? Or why fupport th' unrighteous caufe ! When will ye once defend the poor, That foes may vex the faints 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> Por thy fhall fall and die like men. 4 Arife, O Lord, and let thy Son Poffefs his univerfal throne, And rule the nations with his rod; He is our Judge, and he our God. PSALM 83. Short Metre. A Complaint againji Perfecutors. 1 AND will the God of grace 1JL Perpetual filence keep ? The God of Juftice hold his peace, And let his vengeance fleep ! % Behold what curfed fnares Tne men of mifchicf fpread ; The men thai hate thy taints and thee, Lift up their thieat'ning head. 3 Againft thy hic.den ones, Their coujxfels '..key employ, And malice with her watchful eye Purluesthem to dcltroy, 4 " Come lc: us join, they cry, «' To root them from the ground, « Till n u tne ranu-of faints icinain, » Nor raem'ry fhaU be found." PSALM LXXXIV. 171 5 Awake, Almighty God, And call thy wrath to mind ; Give them like forefts to the fire. Or ftubbleto the wind. 6 Convince their madnefs, Lord, And make them feck thy name; Or elfe their ftubborn rage confound, That they may die in fhame. 7 Then fhall the nations know Thy glorious dreadful word, Jehovah is thy name alone, And thou the fov'reign Lord. PSALM 84. Firfi Part. Long Metre. The Pkajure of Public Worjhip. 1 T TOWpleafant, how divinely fair, .JlJL O Lord of hofts, thy dwellings are! With long defire my fpirit faints, To meet th' affemblies of thy faints. 2 My flefh would reft in thine abode ; My panting heart cries out for God ; My God ! my King ! why fhould I be So far from all my joys and thee, 3 The fparrow choofes where to reft, And for her young provides her neft; But will my God tofparrows grant That pleafure which his children want? 4 Bleft are the faints who fit on high, Around thy throne above the fky ; Thy brig'ueft glories fhine above, And all their work is praife and love, 5 Bleft are the fouls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace ; There to behold thy gentler rays, And feck thy face and learn thy praife. >*a PSALM LXXXIV.. 6 Bleft are the men whofe hearts are fet To find the way to Sion's gate ; God is their ftrength ; and thro' the road They lean upon their helper, God. 7 Cheerful they walk with growing ftrength, Till all fhall meet in heav'n a: length; Till all before thy tace appear, And join in nobler woriVup there, PSALM 84. Second Part. Long Metre. God and his Church ; or, G? ace and Glory, % f~*\ REAT God attend while Sion lings \JJ The joy that from thy prefence fprings j To fpend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thoufand days of mirth. 2 Might 1 enjoy the meaneft place Within thy'houfe, O Goci of grace, Not tents of eafe nor thrones of power Shuuld tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God isoui fun. he makes our day ; God is our fhield, he guards our way from all th' affaultsof hell and fin, From foes without and foes within. 4 Ail needful grace will God bellow, And crown that grace with glory too: He gives us all things, and with-holds No real good from upright fouls. 5 O God, our King, whofe fov'reigu fway The glorious holts of heav'n obey, And devils at thy prefence flee, Bleft is the man that trufts in thee. PSALM 84. Vcr. 1, a, 3-, 10. Paraphras'd in Common Metre. Delight in Ordinances of Worfhip ; or, God prefent in his Churches. 1 TV/TY Soul how lovely is the place 1V1 To which thy God reforts ! 'Tis heav'n to fee his fmilingface, Tho' in his earthly courts, PSALM LXXXIV. 173 S There the great Monarch of the flues Hisfaving pow'r difplays, And light breaks in upon our eyes, With kind and quick'ning rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heav'nly Dove Descends and fills the place, While Chrift reveals his wond'rous love, And fheds abroad his grace. 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The fecrets of thy will : And flill we feek thy mercies there, And fing thy praifes ftill. P a u s E. 5 My heart and flefh cry out for thee, Whilft far from thine abode ; When fhall I tread thy courts and fee My Saviour and my Gcd ? 6 The fparrow builds htrfelf a neft, And fuffers no remove; O make me like the fparrows bleft, To dwell but where I love ! 7 To fit one day beneath thine eye, And hear thy gracious voice, Exceeds a whole eternity Employ'd in carnal joys. S Lord at thv threshold I would wait. While Jefus is within, Rather than fill a throne of ftate Among the tents of fin. q Could I command the fpacious land, And the more bound lefs fea. For one bleft hour at thy right hand I'd give them both away., r74 PSALM LXXXIV. PSALM 84. As the 148th Ffalm. Longing for the Houfe of God. 1 f O R D of the worlds above, -L-» 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. a The fparrow for her young With pleasure feeks her neft, And wand'ring fwallows long • To find their wonted reft ; My fpirit faints With equal zeal To rife and dwell Among thy faint*. 3 O happy fouls that pray, Where God appoints to hear ! O happy men that pay Their conftant fervice there! They praife thee ftill ; And happy they That love the way To Sion's hill. 4 They go from ftrength to ftrength, Thro' this dark vail of tears, 'Till each arrives at length, 'Till each in heav'n appears; O glorious feat When God our King Shall thither bring Our willing feet! 3 To fpend one facred day, Where God and (aims abide, Affords diviner joy Thau thcuiaud days befidei PSALM LXXXV. i75\ Where God reforts, I love it more To keep the door Than fhine in courts. 6 God is cur fun and fhield, Our light and our defence ; With gifts our hands are fill'd j We draw our bleflings thence ; He fhall beftow On Jacob's race Peculiar grace And glory too. 7 The Lord his people loves; His hand no good with-holds From thofe his heart approves, From pure and pious fouls : Thrice happy he, O God of hofts, Whofe fpirit trufts Alone in thee. PSALM 85. Ver. 1, 8. Firji Part. Long Metre. Waiting for an Anfwer to Prayer ; or. Deliverance be- gun and completed. 1 T ORD, thou haft call'd thy grace to mind} A_j Thou haft revers'd our heavy doom : So God forgave when Ifra'l finn'd, And 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 falvation be complete. 3 Revive our dying graces, Lord, And let thy faints in thee rejoice ; Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word, We wait for praife to tune our voice. 4 We wait to hear what God will fay ; He'll fpeak, and give his people peace;. But let them rua no more aftray, Left his returning wrath iucreaje^ \7h PSALM LXXXV, LXXXVI. PSALM «5- Ver. 9, Sec. Second Pari. Long Metre. Salvation by Chriji. 1 Q A L V A T 1 O N is for ever nigh k3 The fouls that fear and truft the Lord; And grace defcending from on high, Frefh hopes of glory fhali afford. £ Mercy and truth on earth are met, Since Chrift the Lord came down from heav'n ; By his obedience fo complete, Juftice is pleas'd and peace is giv'n. 9 Now truth and honour fhall abound, Religion dwell on earth again, And heav'rly influence blefs the ground In our Redeemer's gentler reign. 4 His righteoufnefs is gone before, To give us free accefs to God ; Our wand'ring feet fhall ftray no more, But mark his fteps and keep the road. PSALM S6. Ver, 8—13. Common Metre. A general Song of Praife to God. 5 A MONG the princes, earthly gods, JL\. There's none hath pow'r divine ; Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their works like thine. a The nations thou haft made fhall bring Their ofr'rings round thy throne ; For thou alone E M E M B E R, Lord, our mortal (late JV How frail our life, how more our date ! Where is the man that draws Ins breath Safe from difeafe, fecurefrom death. s Lord, while we fee whole nations die, Our fl.'fh and ftrength repine and cry, «' Muft dea-.h for ever rage and reign! ♦« Or haft thou made mankind in vain t 2 Where is thy promise to thejuft ? /rje not thy fervants turr.'d to duff ! But faith forbids thefe m .urnful fighs, Ai-d tos the fkeping. duft ariLv P S A L M LXXXIX, XC. JN^f 4. That glorious hour, that dreadful day Wipes the reproach of faints away, And clears the honour of thy word : Awake, our fouls, and blefs the Lord. PSALM 89. Vet. 47, &c- LaJI Part, As the 113th Pfalm. Life, Death, and the Rejurrecliott. I HPH IN K, mighty God, on feeble man, X How few his hours, how fhort his fpan ! Short from the cradle to the grave ; Who can fecure his vital breath Againft the bold demands of death With (kill to fly, or pow'r to fave ? 2- Lord, fhall it be for ever faid, V" The race of man wasonly made " For ficknefs, forrow and the duft ?" Are not thy fervants day by day Sent to their graves and turn'd to clay ? Lord, where's thy kindnefs to the juft? g Haft thou not promis'd to thy Son, And all his feed, a heav'nly crown ? But fhfh and fenfe indulge defpair: For ever bleffed be the Lord, That faith can read his holy word, And find a refurreftion there* 4 For ever bleffed be the Lord, Who gives bis faints a long reward, For all their toil, reproach and pain \- Let ail below, and all above, Join to proclaim thy wond'rouslove, And each repeat their loud Amen. PSALM 90. Long Metre, Man moital, and God eternal. A mournful Song at a Funeral, 1 f & s H RO' ev'ry age. eternal God, _L Thou art our reft, our fafe abode : High was thy throne ere heav'n was made?; Or earth thy humble footftool lai i,- H-a-- 1 84 PSALM XC. a Long had'ft thou reign'd ere timebeganj Or duft wasfafhion'd into a man; And long thy kingdom fhall endure When earth and time fhall be no more. 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity : Thy dreadful fentence, Lord, wasjuft, «' Return, ye finners, to your duft." 4 [A thoufand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account ; Like yefterday's departed light, Or the laft watch of ending night. Pause. 5 Death, like an overflowing ftream, Sweeps us away ; our life's a dream : An empty tale; a morning flow'r, Cut down and wither'd in an hour. 6 [Our age to feventy years isfet; How fhort the time ! how frail the date ! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather figh and groan, than live. 7 But Oh ! how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years ! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread! We fear the pow'r that (bikes us dead. 0 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man ; And kindly lengthen out the fpan, 'Till a wife care of piety Lit us to die, and dwell with thee. PSALM 90. Vcr.i— 5. Firft Part. Com. Metre. Han frail, arid God eternal. 1 /~\UR God, cur help in ages pad, V-/ Our hope for yeais to come, Our flicker from the ftormy blaft, And our eternal home. £ Beneath the fhadow of thy thron Thy faints have dwelt fecure ; PSALM XC. 185 Sufficient is thine arm alone, And my defence isfure. 3 Before the hills in order flood, Or earth receiv'd her frame, From everlafting thou art God, To endlefs years the fame. 4 Thy word commands our flefh to duft, " Return, ye fons of men ;" All nations rofe from earth at firft, And turn'd to earth again. 5 A thoufand ages in thy fight Are like an ev'ning gone; Short as the watch that:ends the night Before the rifing dawn. 6 [The bufy tribes of flefli and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by the flood, And loft in following years. 7 Time like an ever-rolling ftream, Bears all its fons away ; They fiy forgotten, as a dream Dies at the op'ning day. 8 Like flow'ry fields the nations ftand Pleas'd with the morning light ; The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand Lie with'ring ere 'tis night.] 9 Our God, our help in ages paft, Our hope for years to ceme, Be thou our guard while troubles laft, And our eternal home. PSALM 90. Ver. 8, 1 1, 2, 10. 12. Second Part. C. M. Infirmities and Mortality the Effetl of Sin ; or, Lifet Old Age, and Preparationsfor Death. 1 T ORD, if thine eyes furvey our faults, A— d Aad juftke grows fc vere, Thy dreadful wrath exce r,s our thoughts, And burns oeyond our fear. H3 *iS6 PSALM XC. 2 Thine anger turns our frame to dufU By one offence to thee, Adam, with all his fons have loft Their immortality; 3 Life, like a vain amufement flies, A fable or a fong ; By fwift degrees our nature dies, Nor can our joys be long. .4 'lis but a few whofe days amount To threefcore years and ten ; And ali beyond that fhoit account Is farrow, toil, and pain. 5 [Our vitals with laborious ftrife Bear up the crazy load, And diag thefe poor remains of life .Along the tirefome road.] 6 Almighty God reveal thy love, And not thy wrath alone : Oh ! let our fweet experience prove The mercies of thy throne. 7 Our fouls would lrarn the heav'nly art T' improve the hours we have, That we may aft the wifer part, And live beyond the grave. PSALM 90. Ver. 13, Sec. Third Part. C. Metre. Breathing after Heaven. 1 Y} ETURN, O God of love, return ; _fx_ Earth is a tirefome place : How long fhall we thy children mourn Our abfeme from thy face ? 2 Let heav'n fucceed our painful years, Let fin and forrow ctafe, And in proportion to our tears, So make our joys increafe. 3 Thy wonders to thy fervants fhow, Make thy own work complete ; Then fhall our fouls tny glory know, And own thy love was great. PSALM XCI, XCX. 187 4 Then fballwe fhine before thy throne In all thy beautv Lord : And the ooor fervice we have done Meet a divine reward. PSALM 90 Ver. 5, 10, 12. -Short Metre. The Frailty and Shortness vf Life. I T ORD, what a feeble piece I j Is this our mortal frame ! Our life how poor a trifle 'tis, Thatfcarce deferves the namei •2 Alas, the brittle clay That built our body firfl ! And ev'ry month and ev'ry day 'Tis mould'ring back to dull. 3 Our moments fly anace, Our feeble powers decay, Swift as a flood our hafty days Are fweeping us away. 4 Yet, if our days muft fly We'll keep their end in fight, We'll fpend cbem all in wifdom's way, And let them fpced their flight. £ They'll waft us fooner o'er This life s tempeftuous fea ; Soon wefhall reach the peaceful mors Of bleit eternity. PSALM 91. Ver. 1 — 7. Firjl Part. Long Metres Safety in Public Difeajes and Danger. 1 T TE that hath made his refuge God, JL JL Shall find a molt iecure abode; Shall walk all day beneath his fhade, And there at night (hall reft his head, 2 Then will I fay, " My God, thy pow'r " Shall be my fortrefs and my tow'r ; " I that am form'd of feeble duft <{ Make thine almighty arm my trull." H 4 i8S PSALM XCI. 3 Thrice hapoy man! thy Maker's care Shall keep ihee from the fowler's fnare; From Satan's wiles, who ftill betrays Unguarded fouls a ihoufand ways. 4 Juft as a hen protects her brood, From birds of prey thatfeek their blood, The Lord his faithful faints fhall guard, And endlefs life be their reward. 5 If burning beams of noon confpire To dart a peftilential fire ; God is their life, his wings are fpread To fhield them with an healthful fhade. 6 If vapours with malignant breath Rife thick, and Scatter midnight death, Ifra'l is fafe : the poifon'd air Grows pure, if Ifra'l's God be there. Pause. 7 What tho' a thoufand at thy fide, Around thy path ten thousand dy'd, Thy God his chofen people faves A mongil the dead, amidll the graves. Z So when he fent his angel down To make his v. rath in Egypt known, And flew theii Tons, his careful eye Pi.lt all the doors of Jacob by. 9 But it the fire, or plague, or fword, Receive commiffionfrom the Lord, To ftrike his faints among the reft, Their very tiains and deaths are bleft. to The fword, the peftilence, or fire Shall but lulPl their beft defue ; From fins nnd iorrows fet rhem free And bung thy children. Lord, to thee, PSALM XCI. i89 PS AL M gt.Ver. 9 — 16. Second Part. Com, Metre. Proteclion from Death, Guard of Angels, Victory and, Deliverance, x "\7"E fons of men, a feeble race, X Expos'd to ev'ry fnare, Come make the Lord, your dwelling place, And try and truft his care. 2 No ill fhall enter where you dwell; Or if the plague come nigh, And fweep the wicked down to hell, 'Twill raife the faints on high. 3 He'll give his angels charge to keep Your feet in all their ways ; To watch your pillow while you fleep, And guard your happy days. 4 Their hand fhall bear you left you fall And dafh againft the ftones ; Ave they not fervants at his call, And fent t' attend his fons ? 5 Adders and lions ye fhall tread ; The tempter's wiles defeat : He that hath bruis'd the ferpent's head Puts him beneath your feet. 6 " Becaufe on me they fet their love, " I'll fave them, faith the Lord j " I'll bear their joyful fouls above, " Deftru&ion and thefword. 7 " My grace fhall anfwer when they call, '•'• In trouble I'll be nigh ; " My pow'r fhall help them when they faU9 " And raife them when they die. 8 " Thore that on earth my name have known^. Si I'll honour them in heav'n ; «■ Thr^e my falvation fhall be fhown, gi And endlefs life be giv'n." H5 *?• PSALM XCII. P S A L M 92. /Y/y2 Pari. Long Metre, ,4 P/fc/rc for the Lord's Day 1 QWEET is the work, ray God, my King, O To praiie thy name give thanks and frog, To mow thy iove by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of facred reft, No mortal care {hall feize my bread, O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of folemn found ! 3 My heart (hall triumph in my Lord, Ar.d blefs his works and blefs his word, Thy works of grace how bright they fhinel How deep thy counfels! how divine! 4 Fools never rajfe their thoughts fo high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they dies Like gjrafs they flourifn, 'till thy breath ' - fts them in everlaftiug death. 5 But I (hall fhare a glorious part When grace hath well refin'd my heart* ' 'd frefh (implies of joy are fhed Like holy oihe chc-:r my head. 6 Sin (my «fc'orf- enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; !,!• inward roes (ball all be (lain, For Satan break my peace agaia. 7 Then (hall I fee and hear and know All I dsfir'd, or wifh'd below; And ev'ry pow'r find fweet employ In that eternal world of joy. PSALM 92. Vtr. 12, &c Second Part. Long Metre, The Church is the Garden of God. a T ORD, 'tis a pleafant thing to (land 3-J 1° gardens p'?n:ed by thine hand ; Let me wirhjn thy courts be fcen Like a young c4'dar frefh, and greea. PSALM XCIII. 191 £ There grow thy faints in faith and love, Bleft with thine influence from abovei Not Lebanon with all its trees Yields fuch a comely fight as thefe. 3 The plants of grace fhall ever live ; (Nature decays, but grace muft thrive) Time, that doth all things elfe impair. Still makes them flourifh ftrong and fair. 4 Laden with fruits of age they fhow, The Lord is holy juft and true ; None that attend his gares fhall find A God unfaithful or unkind. P S A L M 93. Firft Metre. As the 100th Pfalnn. The Eternal and the Sovereign God. 1 TEHOV AH reigns; he dwells in light, J Girded with majefty and might : The world created by his hands Still on its firft foundation ftands. « But ere this fpacious world was made, Or had its firft foundation laid, Thy throne eternal ages ftood, Thyfelf the ever-living God. 3 Like floods the angry nations rife, And aim their r?ge againft Lhe fkies ; Vain floods that aim their rage fo high ! At thy rebuke the billows die. 4 Forever fhall thy throne endure; Thy promife ftands for ever fure; And everlaft ing holinefs Becomes the dwellings of thy grace. PSALM 93. Second Metre. As the old 50th Pfalra. 1 r~jPHE Lord cf glory reigns, he reigns on high; A His robes of ftate are ftrength and majefty; This wide creation rofe at his command, Built by his word and 'ftablifh'd by his hand. Long ftood his throne ere he began creation, And his own Godhead is the fiira foundatio&i i92 PSALM XCIII. a God is th' eternal King; thy foes in vain Raife their rebellions to confound thy reign ; In vain the ftorms, in vain the floods arife, And roar, and tofs their waves againft the fkiesj Foamingat heav'ntheyragewith wild commotion; But heav'n's high arches fcorn the fwelling ocean. 3 Ye tempefts rage no more; ye floods be ftill ; And the mad world fubmiflive to hrs will : Built on his truth his church muft ever (land; Pirm are his proroifes, and flrong his hand : See his own fons, when they appear before him, Bow at his footftool and with fear adore him. PSALM 93. Third Metre. As the old i22d Pfalm. a rTHHE Lord Jehovah reigns, X And royal ftate maintains, His head with awful glories crown'd ; Array'd in robes of light, Begirt with fov'reign might, And rays of majefty around. 2 Upheld by thy commands The world fecurely ftands, And fkies and fiars obey thy word ; Thv throne was fixton high Ere flars adorn'd the fky ; Eternal is thy kingdom Lord. 3 In vain the noify croud, Like billows fierce and loud, Againft thine empire rage and roar; In vain with angry fpite The furly nations fight, And d fh like waves againft the (hare. i Let foods and nations rage, And all their pow'r engage, Let 'welling tides affault the fky ; The terrors of thy frown Shall beat their madnefs down ; Thy throne forever ftands on high. PSALM XCIV. in 5 Thy promifes are true, Thy grace is ever new, There fix'd thy church (hall ne'er remove J Thy faints with holy fear Shall in thy courts appear, And fing thine everlafting love. [Repeat the fourth Stanza to complete the Tune. PSALM 94. Ver. i, 2, 7, 14. FirJIPart. Com. Metre. Saints chajliftd, and Sinners defrayed; or, Injlruftive Afflictions. 1 f~\ GOD! to whom revenge belongs, V/ Proclaim thy wrath aloud ; Let fov'reign pow'r redrefs our wrongs, Let juftice fmite the proud. 2 They fay, " The Lord nor fees nor hears;'* When will the vain be wife ? Can he be deaf, who form'd their ears ? Or blind, who made their eyes ? 3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain, And they (hah1* feel his pow'r : His wrath (hall pierce their fouls with pain In forae furprifing hour. 4 But if thy faints deferve rebuke, Thou haft a gentler rod ; Thy providence, thy facred book Shall make them know their God. 5 Bleft is the man thy hands chaftife, And to his duty draw ; Thy fcourges make thy children wife When they forget thy law. 6 But God will ne'er caft off his faints,. Nor his own promife break j He pardons his inheritance For th«r Redeemer's fake.; 194 PSALM XCIV, XCV. PSALM 04. Vef, 16, 23. Second Part. Com. Metre. G^ wr SuM»H a^ ^mfort ; or. Deliverance from. Temptation and Perfection. 1 XA/^0 w|Warife and plead my right t»Tt.-i A?a»nft my num'rous foes ?° While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes 0Pp0fe# 2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Suftam'd my fainting head. My hfc had now in fiance dwelt, My foul amongft the dead. 3 Alas! my Aiding feet! I cry'd, Thy promife bore me up; Thy grace flood ctmftant by my fide, And rais'd my finking hope. 4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bofom roll, Thy boundlefs love forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer my foul. 5 Powts of iniquity may rife, And frame pernicious laws; But God my refuse rubs the fkies, He will defend my caufe. 6 Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blafphemers feoff; The Lord our God mail judge the proud, And cut the finners off. PSALM 95. Common Metre* A Pfj.hu before Prayer. 1 QI!\G to. che.I-ord Jehovah's nam-, 1 ! And in his ttrengih rejoice; When his falvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. 2 W;;h thanks approach his awful fight, And p'alms of honour fing ; The Lord's a God of boundlefs might, The whole creation's King, PSALM XCV. i9s 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. 4 Earth with its caverns dark and deep, Lies in his fpacious hand ; He fix'd the feas what bounds to keep,. And where the hills muft land. 5 Come and with humble fouls adore^ Come, kneel before his face; O may the creatures of his pow'r Be children of his grace S 6 Now is the time he bends his ear, And waits for your requeft ; Come, left he rouze his wrath and fwea?,. " Ye fhall not fee my reiV PSALM 95. Short Metre, A PJahn before Sermon. 1 /"*1 OME, found his praife abroad^ \_>1 And hymns of glory fiug ; Jehovah is the fov'reign God, The univerfal King. 2 He form'd the deeps unknown; He gave the feas their bound ; The wat'ry worlds are all his owe, Andall thefolid ground. g Come, worfhip at his throne, Come, bow before the Lord ; We are his works and not our own ? He form'd us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod : Come, like the people of his choice^ And own your gracious God. « .But if your ears ref jfe The language of his grac?> 196 PSALM XCV. And hearts grow hard like ftubborn Jews, That unbelieving race: 6 The Lord in veng'auce dreft Will lift his hand, and fwear, " You that defpife my promis'd reft, " Shall have no portion theie." P S A L M 95. Ver. i, 2, 3, 6—11. Long Metre. Canaan loft through Unbelief; or, a Warning to delaying Sinners. 1 (~V O M R let our voices join to raife V.,1 A facred long of folemn praife: God is a l'ov'rsign King; reheaxfe His honour in exalted verfe. ± Come, ler our fouls addrefs the Lord, Who fram'd our natures with his word, He is cur Shepherd ; we the fheep His mercy chofe, his paftures keep. 3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day, The counfels of his love obey, Ncr let our harden'd hearts renew The fins and plagues that Ifra'l knew. 4 Ifra'l, that faw his works of grace Yet tempt their Maker to his face ; A faithlefs unbelieving brood, That tir'd the paiience of their God. 5 Thus faith the Lord, " How falfe they provef " Forget my pow'r, abufe my love; " Since they defpis'd my reft, 1 fwear, Ci Their feet fhall never enter there." 6 [Look back, my foul, with holy dread, And view thofc ancient rebels dead; Attend the offered grace to-dav, Nor lofe the bleflings by delay. 7 Seize the kind promife while it waits, And march to Sion's heav'nly gates; Believe and take the promis'd reft ; Obey, and be forever bleft.] PSALM XCVI, XCVII. 197 P S A L M 96. Ver. 2, 10, &c. Common Metre* Chrifi/ 's jirjl andfecond Coming. s Q I N G to the Lord , ye diftant lands, O Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue ; His new difcover'd grace demands A new and nobler fong. 2 Say to the nations, Jefus reigns, God's own almighty Son ; His pow'r the finking world fuftains, And grace furrounds his throne. 3 Letheav'n proclaim the joyful day, Joy through the earth be feen ; Let cities fhiie in bright array, And fields in cheerful green. 4 The joyous earth, the bending fkies His glorious train difplay ; Ye mountains fink, ye valiies rife, Prepare the Lord his way. § Behold he comes, he comes to blefs The nations as their God ; To fhow the world his righteoufnefs. And fend his truth abroad. 5 His voice fhall raiff the flumb'ring dead, And bid the world draw near; But how will guilty nations dread, To fee their jur*ge appear ! PSALM 97, As the 113th Pfalra. The God of the Gentiles, 1 T ET ail the earth their voi fe, I * To fing the cho>ceir r' 1 of prarifej To fing.and blefs Jehi lame : His glory let the h itherj His wonders to th Au4 ail r.ii iHnu^ v.ur^t/ivw-..-:. i98 PSALM XCVII, 2 The heathens know thy glory, Lord, The wond'ring nations read thy word, But here Jehovah's nanv: is known : Nor fhall our worfhip e'er be p?id, To gods which mortai hands have made; Our Maker is our Gorl alone. 3 Hefram'd the globe, he built the fky, He made the fliining worlds on high, And reigns complete in glory there; His beams are majefty and light : His beauties hnw divinely bright! His temple how divinely fair ! 4 Come the. great day, the glorious hcur, When earth fhall feel his faving pow'r, And barb'rous nations fear his name : Then fhall the race of men confefs The beauty of his holinefs, And in his courts his grace prcclaim. PSALM 97. Per. 1—5. Firfi Patt', Long Metre. Chrijl reigning in Heaven^ and coming to Judgment, 1 T_T E reigns; the Lord, the Saviour reigns ! JLl Praiie him in evangelic drains : J et the whole earth in fongs rejoice, And diftant Iflcinds join their voice. 2. Deep are his counfels and unknown ; Butgrsce and truth fupport his throne : Tho' gloomy clouds his way fui round : Juitice is their eternal ground. 3 In robes of judgment, lo, he comes, Shakes the wide earth and clfaves the tombs; Before him burns devouring fire, The mountains melt, the leas retire. 4 His enemies with fore difmay, Fly from the fight and Ihun the day; Then lift your heads, ye faints, on high, And ling, for your redemption's nigh. PSA LM XCVII. 199 fSALM 97. Ver. 6—9. Second Part. Long Metre* Chnft's Incarnation. 1 rT"' H E Lord is come ; the heaVns proclaim A His birth ; the nations learn his name; An unknown ftar dirc&s the road Of eaftern fages to their God, 3 All ye bright armies of the {kies, Go, worfhip where the Saviour lies: Angels and kings before him bow, Thofe gods on high and gods below. 4 Let idols totter to the ground, And their own worfhippers confound: But Sion fhall his glories fing. And earth confefs her fov'reign king, PSAi M 97. Third Pari. Long Metre* Grace and Glory. 1 'T"1 H' Almighty reigns exalted high JL O'er all the earth, o'er all the Iky ; Tho' clouds and darknefs veil his feet, His dwelling is the mercy-feat. 2 O ye that love his holy namf , Hate ev'ry work of fin and fhame ; He guards the fouls of all his friends, And from the fnares of hell defends. 3 Immortal light, and joys unknown, Are for the faints in darknefs fown ; Thofe glorious feeds fhall fpring and rife, And the bright harveft blefs our eyes. 4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record The facred honours of the Lord 5 None but the foul that feels his grace Can triumph in his holinefjs, 2oo PSALM XCVII, XCVIII. PSALM 97. Ver. 3, 5—7, 11. Common Metre.' Chrift's Incarnation and the lajl Judgment. 1 T ET earth, with ev'ry ifle and fea Jl-> Rejoice, the Saviour reigns : His word like fire prepares his way, And mountains melt to plains. 2 His prefence finks the proudeft hills, And makes the vallies rife ; The humble foul enjoys his fmiles, The haughty finner dies. 3 The heav'ns his rightful pow'r proclaim; The idol-gods around Fill their own worlhippers th fhame, And totter to the ground. 4 Adoring angels at his birth Make the Redeemer known; Thus fhall he come to judge the earth, And augels guard his throne. 5 His foes fhall tremble at his fight, And hills arid feas retire : His children take their unknown flight, And leave the world on fire. 6 The feeds of joy ?nd glory fown For faints in darknefs here, Shall rife and fpring in worlds unknown, And a rich harvelt bear. pSALM 98. Firjl Pan. Common Metre. Praifefor the Co/pel. 1 HP O oui almighty Maker, God, X New honours be addrefs'd ; His great falvation mines abroad ; Avid makes the nations bleft. 2 To Abrah'm firft he fpoke the word, And taught his num'rous race; The Gentiles own hiin fov'reign Lord, And leam to truft his grace. PSALM XCVIII, XCIX. \ 3 Let the whole earth his love proclaim With all her ciifFrent tongues ; And fpread the honour of his name In melody and fongs, PS A L M 98. Second Part. Common Metre, The Mefiiah's Coming and Kingdom, I TOY to the world, the Lord is come, ,J Let earth receive her King-; Let ev'ry heart prepare him room, And heav'n and nature fing. fi Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns, Let men their fongs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains. Repeat the founding joy. 3 No more let fins and forrows grow, Nor thorns infeft the ground : He comes to make his bleflings flow, Far as the cuife is found. 4 He rules the world wiih truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteoufnefs, And wonders of his love. PSALM gg. Firji Part. Short Metre, Chriji's Kingdom and Majejly. 1 r I "HE God Jehovah reigns, X Let all che nations fear; Letfinners tremble at his throne, And faints be fcumble there. 2 Jefus the Saviour reigns; Let earth adore its Lord; Bright cherubs his attendants fiand, Swift to fulfil his word. 3 In Sion tfands his throne, His honours are divine ; His church fhall make his wonders known. For there his glories fhiae. 402 PSALM XCIX, C. 4 How holy is his name ! How tenibie his praife ! Julttce and truth, and judgment join In all his works of grace. PSALM 99. Second Part. Short Metre, A hoh God zvor flubped with Reverence. 1 "C1 XALT the Lord oiw God, JL_i And worihip at his feet ; His nature is all hoiinefs, And mercy is his feat. 2 When I f r a ' 1 was his church, When Aaron was his prieft, When Mofes cry'd, when Samuel pray'd. He gave his people reft. 3 Oft he forgave their fins, Nor would deftroy their race ; And eft he made his veng'ance known , . When they abus'd his grace. 4 Exalt the .Lord our God, Whole grace is (till the fame ; Still he's a God of hoiinefs, And jealous for his name. P S A L M 100. Firft Metre. ApkinTrvJlaticn. ... Praife to our Creator, t "\7E r.at ions round the earth, rejoice \ Before the Lord, your fov'reigu King; Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, With all your tongues his g'ory fing. - 2 The Lordis G&d ; 'lis heakme Djth life and breath, and being give : VJe are his work, and not our own ; The fffcep that on his paftureslive. 3 Enter his gates with fongs of joy, With praife s lo his courts repair ; And makei: your divine employ To pjy your thanks and hoaouFS' there PSALM C, CI. sa$ 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind ; Great is his grace, his merry Cure ; And trie whole race of man fhall find His truth from age to age endure. PSALM roo. Second Metre. A Paraphrafe. t T) EFO RE Jehovah's awful throne, 1J Ye nations, bow with facred joy ;: Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create and he deftroy. . g His fov'reign pow'r without our aid Made us of clay, and form'd us men ? And when like wand'ring fheep we ftray'dy He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care, Our fouls, and all our mortal frame ; What lading honours fhall we rear; Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 4. We'll croud thy gates with thankful fongsr High as the heav'n, our voices raifc ; And earth with her ten ihoufand tongues Shall fill thy courts with founding praife. 5 Wide as the world is thy command Vaft as eternity thy love ; Firm as a rock thy truth mufi (land, When rolling years mall ceafe to move. * PSALM ioi.' Long Metre. The Magiflrate's Pfalm. j. T\ /FE R C Y and judgment are^my fong, iVJL And fince they both to thee belong,. My gracious God, my righteous King, - * To thee my fongs and vows I bring. 2 If I am rais'd to bear the fwoid; * I'll take my counfel from thy word ; Thyjuftice and thy heav'nly grace Shall bt the pattern of my ways,. 2,04 PSALM CI. 3 Let wifdom all my actions guide, And let iry God with me refide ;• No wicked thing fhall dwell with me, Which mr-y provoke thyjealoufy. 4 No Tons of flander, rage and fkife Shall be companions or my life : The haughty look, ihe heart of pride Within my r ->ors fhall ne'er abide, 5 [I'll fcarch the land and raifethe iaft To poftsof honour, wealth ?nd truft : The men that -work thy holy will Shall be my friends andfav'rres ftill.] 6 In vain ihall fmners hope to rife By flatt'ring or malicious lies ; Nor, while the innocent I guard, Shall bold offenders e'er be fpar'd. 7 The impious cr w (that factious band) Shall hide their heads, or quit the land ; And all that break the public reft, Where I have pow'r, fhall be fuppreft. PSALM ioi. Common Metre. A Pfalmfor a Majer of a Family. i f\F juftice and of grace 1 fing, \^/ And pay mv God my vows; Thy grace and juftice heav'nly King, Teach me to rule thy houfe. 2 Now to my tent, O God repair, And make thy fervant wile ; I'll fuffer nothing near me there That fhall offend thine eyes. 4 The man that doth his neighbour wrong By falfehood or by force, The fcornful eye, the fland'rous tongue, I'll thruft them from my doors. g I'll feek the faithful and the juft, And will their help enjoy; Theie are the friends that I ihall truft, The feirvants I'll employ. PSALM CII. 2& $ The wretch that deals in fly deceit I'll not endure a night; ^ The liar's tongue I ever haie, And banifh from my fight. 6 I'll purge mv family around, And roijfce trie wicked flee;: So (hall mv houfe be ever found A d welling fit for thee. * S A L M 102. Ver. i_13. ^ 21i ft?j p Common Metre. A Prayer for the AffiiUed. 4 TT I A Rrme' ° God' nor hide ^y face, JLj. But anfvver, left I die : * Haft t.nunot built a throne of grace, To hear when tinners cry ? i- My days are wafted like the fmoke DifToU'ing in the air ; My ftrength is dry'd.. my heart is broke, ftnd finking in defpair. !- My fpirits fbg like with'ring grafs Burnt wi.h exceflive heat; In fecret groans mv minutes pafs And I forget to eat. f As on fome lonely building's ton The fparrow tells her m-,an, Far from the tents of joy and hope I lit and gneve alone. My foul is like a wildemefs, Whe;e beafts of midnight howl? Where the fad raven fi,ds her place, And where the /creaming owl. Dark difmal thoughtsand boding fears Dwell in my troubled breaif ; While fnarp reproaches wound my ears* Nor give m.y fpint reft-, 3 ao6 psalm err. 7 My cup is mingled with my wees, And tears are myrepaft : My daily bread like ames grows Unpleafant to my taile. 8 Senfe can afford no real joy To fouls that feel thy frown ; Lord 'twas thy hand advane'd me high, Thy hand hath caft me down. 9 My looks like wither 'd leaves appear; And life's declining light Grows faint as ev'ning fhadows are, That vanifh into nigh'. 10 But thou forever art the fame, O my eternal God ; Ages to come mail know thy name. And foread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arifc, and fhow thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Bcvond th' appointed hour of grace, That long expecled day. 12 He hears his faints, he knows their cry, And by myfterious ways, Redeems the pris'ners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praife. PSALM r.02. Ver. 13— 21. Second Part. Com. Metre. Pfayei heard, and Sion reficred, 1 T E T Sion, and her fons rejoice ; A— i Behold the promis'd hour : Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t' exalt his power. 2 Her duft and ruins that remain, Are precious in our eyes ; Tho'e ruins (hall be bu:it again, And all that duft fhall rife. 3 The Lord wi'l raife jerufakm, . -?re . ■ s his name, attend with fear. PSALM CII. zo7 4 He fits a fov 'reign on his throne, With pity in his eyes : He hears the dying prifoners groan, And fees their fighs arife. 5 He frees the fouls condemn'd to death, And when his faints complain, { It fhan't be faid, " that praying breath " Was ever fpentin vain." 6 This fhall be known when we are dead, And left on long record ; That ages yet unborn may read, And trufi and praife the Lord. PSALM 102. Ver. 23—28. Third Part. Long Metre. Man's Mortality, and Ckrijl's Eternity?; or, Saints di? but Oirijl and the Church live. 1 IT is the Lord our Saviour's hand, -1 Weakens our ftrength amidft the race; Difeafe and death at his command Arreffc us and cut fhort our days. S Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our fun go down at noon ; Tny years are one eternal day. And mutt thy children die fo foon? 3 Yet in the midft of death and grief ThisfHought our forrow fhall afluasr^ " OuiFather and our Saviour live ; " " Clmft is the fame thro' ev'ry age." ,4 'Tvvas he this earth's foundation Jaid; Heav'n is the buildin? of his hand ; ' Th-.s earth grows old, thefer.-:: ' ■'■ Uf'j And all be chang'd at his command? ■* - 5 The ftarry curtains of the iky Like garments fhall be laidaMde • But ihll thy throne ftands firm and high - Thy church for ever mufi abide * * I2 *c3 PSALM CUT, 6 before thy face thy church fhall live, And on thy throne thy children reign; This dying world fhall they furvive, And the dead faints be rais'd again* PSALM ,o3 Vcr. ,_7i Firft Part. Long Metre Bhjfing God for his Goodnefi to Soul and Body. . 2 "DLESS, O my foul, the living God, JD Call home thy thought that rove abroad, Let all the powers within me join In work and worship fo divine ! 2 Blcfs, O my foul, the Gcd of grace.' His favours claim thy higheft praife; Why mould the wonders he ha*h wrought- Ee loll in filence and forgot ? 3 'Tis he, my foul, that fent his Son To die for crimes, which thou haft done ; He owns 'he renfom, and forgives. The hourly follies of our lives. 4 The victs of the mind heheab, And cures the pains that nature feels; Redeems the foul from hell, and faves Our wafting lives from threat'ning graves. 5 Our youth decav'd, his power repairs; His mercy crowns our growing years: Ke Hiss our (tore with cv-'ry goodj And feeds our fouls wiih heav'nly food, 5 He fees th' ooprdlor and the oppreft, And often givs the fuff'rers reft ; But.vii'l liisjuftice more difplay In thelafl great rewaiding day. I [His power he fhow'd by Mofes' hands, And gave to Ifra'l his commands; But fent his tru'h and mercy down To all the nations by his Son. j ) Let the whole earth his power confefs, Let the whole ear! h adore his grace;. The Gentile with the Jew fhali join Is v/orh and worfhip fo divine, PSALM CUT. 209 I 'f S A L M 103. Second Part. Long Metre. !£od's gentle Chajlifement ; or, His tender Mercy to his People. I 1 rTH H E Lord, how wond'rous are his ways? I How firm his truth ! how large his grace! He takes his mercv for his throne, And thence he makes his glories knowo. -2 Not half fo high his power hath fpread The Marry heav'ns above our head. As his rich love exceeds our praife, Exceeds the high eft hopes we raife. 3 Not half fo far hath nature plac'd The rifing morning from the weft, As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of thofe he loves. 4 How flow his awful wrath to rife -I On fwifter wings falvation flies; And if he lets his anger burn, How foon his frowns to pity turn ! 5 Amidft his wrath companion mines; His flrokes are lighter than our fins ; And while his rod corrects .is faints, His ear indulges their complaints. 6 So fathers their young fons chaff ife, With gen'le hands and melting eyes r The children weep beneath the (mart, And move the pity of their heart. P a u s E. 7 The mighty God, the wife and juft, Knows that our frame is feeble duft; And will no heavy loads impofe Beyond the ftrength that he beffows. 8 He knows how foon our nature dies, Blailed by ev'ry vind that flics ; Like grafs we fpring and Jie as foon, Or merning flowers that fade at noon. sio PSALM CIII. a But his eternal love is fare To all the faints, and (hall endure: From zgc to age his truth fhall leign, Nor children's children hope in vain. PSALM 103. Vtr. 1—7. FirJlPart. Short Metfc. Praife for Spiritual and Temporal Mercies. i /^l H blefs the Lord, my foul! V^/ Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to blefs his name, Whofe favours are divine. 2, O blefs the Lord my foul I Nor let his mercies lie, Forgotten in umhankfulnefs; And without praifes die. 3 'Tis he forgives thy fins, 'T.s he relieves thy pain, 'Tis he that heals thy ficknefTes, And makes thee young again, owns ihy life with love, a tanfom'd from the giave; He that redeem'd my foul from hell Hath fcv'reign pow'r to fave. 5 He fills 'be poor with good; ^ives the fuff'rers reft; ..'. id hath judgments for the proud, jufticefox th'oppreft. ; works and ways : i Mofes known ; . ut tne world his truth aud grace his beloved Son. . 103. Vtr. 8— i8. Second Part. Short Metre. Compajfion of God; or, Mercy in the Midfl of Judgment. I Y foul, repeat his praife, • JA JL Whofe mercies are fo great ; \\ ofe anger is fo flow to rife, . ay tc Ebate. PSALM cm. s God will not always chide; \ And when his ftrokes are felt, His ftrokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heav'ns are rais'd Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our higheft thoughts exceed, 4 His power fubdues our fias, And his forgiving love, Far as the eaft is from the weft, Doth all our guilt remove. 5 The pity of the Lord To thofe that fear his name. Is fuch as tender parents feel ; He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but duft, Scatter'd with ev'ry breath : His anger like a rifing wind Can fend us fwift to death. 7 Our days are as the grafs, Or like the morning flower ! If one fharp blaft fweep o'er the field. It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compafiicns, Lord, To endlefs years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promife fure. PSALM io3. Va: 19,-22. Third Pari, Short Metre. God's univerfdl Dominion ; or, Angels praifc the Lord, t HPHE Lord the fov'reiga King, JL Hath fixed bis throne on high, O'er all the heav'nly world he rules,. Ani all beneath the fky. 1 4. ai* PSALM CIV. a Yeangelsgreatinmight, And fwifi to do his wiU, BlewhyVhe1L?rd• Wh°fe voice 7« hear, W hole pleafure ye fulfil. 7 ' 3 Let the bright hofts who wait Theoidets of their King, And guard hischnrches when they pray, Join m the praife they fing. * 4 Whileall his wond'rous works, Thro' his vaft kingdom, fhow Tb5'r,Maket\*g!o>v, thou» my foul, *M Thro' his vaft kingdom, fhow ir Makers glory, thou tail fing his graces too. PSALM 104. The Glory of God in Creation and Providence, Y foul thy great Creator praife ; w ■ r^Y,hcn c!oth'd in his ceiefiial rays, He in full majefty appears, And (1 e a robe his glory wears. **Ti* of God i /""> R E A T is the Lord ; his works of might. V_T Demand our nobieft fongs ; Let hisafTcinbied faints unite Their harmony of tong es. 2 Great is the mercy of the Lord, Hegives his children fo d ; Andevei mindful of his wotd. He makes his promife good. 3 His Son the great Redeemer, came To feal his cov'nant fur<_ : H j 1 y and rev'rend is his name, His ways arejuftar.d pure. 4 They that would grow divinely wife, Muft with his fear begiii ; On* fail eft proof of knowledge lies In haiflig ev'ry fin. PSALM 112. As the 113th. Pfalnv The Bkffings of the liberal Man. j r-T~* HAT man is bled who Hands in awe J Of God and lovf s his facred law ; His feed on earth fhall be rennmi'd ; His hou/'c the (tat of wealth fhall be, An unexhaufted trealury, And with fucccflive honours crown'd. 2. His iib'ral favours he extends, To fome he gives, to otheis lends ; A i/en'rouspitv fills his mind : Yet wHat his charity impairs, He faves by prudence in affairs, And thus he's iuft to all mankind. PSALM CXII. i^ ; /His hands, while they his alms beftow'd, His plory's future harveft fow'd; The fweet remembrance of the juft Like a green root revives and bears A train of bl- flings for his heirs, When dying nature fleeps in duft. j Befet with threat'ning dangers round, Unmov'd fhall he maintain his ground; His confidence holds his courage up: The foul that's fill'd with virtue's light, Ihines brighteft in affli&ion's night : And fees in darknels beams of hope. Pause. j [111 tidings never can iurprife His bean that fix'd on God relies, Though waves and tempefts roar around: Safe on the rock he fits, and kes The (Hpwreck of his enemies, And all their hope and glory drown'd. i The wicked fhall his triumph fee, And gnafh rheir teeth in agony. To find their expectations crofs'd : They and their envy, pride and fpite, Sink down to everlafting night, And all their names in darknefs loft.^ PSALM 112. Long Metre. The BleJJings of the Pious and Charitable. I rT^ H R I C E happy man who fears the Lord, I Loves his commands, and trufts his word! Honour and Deace his days attend, And bleffings to his feed defcend. ■ Companion dwells up >n his mind, To works of mercy ftill inclin'd : He lends the poor fome prefent aid, Or gives tkem, not to be repaid. , i3o PSALM CXII. 3 When times grow dark, and tidings fpread That nil his neighbours round a ith dread, His heart is irm'ri agamtt the tear, For God with all h:s pow'i is there. 4 Hisfpirit fix'd upon the Lord Draws heav'aly courage from his word ; Aniidit the darknets light lhall riie, To crietr his heart and blefs his eyes. ^ He hath di'pers'd his aims abroad, His works are ftill before his God; His name on earth fhall long remain, While envious finners rage in vain. PSALM 112. Common Metre, Liberality rezmrded. i T T A P P Y is he that fears the Lord, JT J. And follows his commands, Who lends the poor without reward, Or gives with lib'ral hands. a As pity dwells within his bread To all the fons of need ; So God fhall anfwer his requeft- With bltffings on his feed. 3 No evil tidings fhall furprife His well eftablifh'd mind; His foul to God, his rafuge flies, And leaves his fears behind. 4 la times of danger and diflrefs Some beams of light fhall fhine, To fhow the world his righteouinefs, And give him peace divine. £ His works of piety and love Remain before the Lord ; Honour on earth and joys above- Shall be his fure reward, F S A L M CXIir. aixt PSALM 113. Proper Tunc. Tke Mdjcjly and Condefcenfwn of Godi- YE that delight to ferve the Lord, The honours of his name recordt> His facred name for ever blefs : Where'er the circling fun difplays • His rifing beams or letting rays,- Let lands and feas his pow'r confefs. Not time nor nature's narrow rounds, Can give his vaft dominion bounds: The heav'ns are far beneath his height \- Let no created greatnefs dare With our eternal God compare, Arm'd with his uncreated might* He bows his glorious head to view What the bright hofts of angels do, And bends his tare to mortal things \ His fov'reigo hand exalts the poor, He takes the needy from the door, And feats them on the throne of Kings., When childlefs families defpair, He fends the blelfi-ngs of an heir. To refcue their expiring name ; The mother with a thankful voice Proclaims his praifesand her joys; Let ev'ry age advance his iame. F Ti A L M 113. Long Metre, God [over eign and gracious. YE fervants of th' almighty King, In ev'ry age his praifes hng; Where'er the fun (ball rife or fet, The nations fhall his praife repeat. Above the earth, beyond the fky, His throne of Glory (lands on high; Nor time, nor place, his pow'r leftraifK. Nor bound hisuniverfal reign, m PSA L M CXIV. 3 Which of the fons of Adam dare, Or angels with their God compare ? His glories how divinely bright, Who dwells in uncreated light! 4 Behold his love; he (loops to view What faints above and angels do ; And condefcends yet more, to know The mean affairs of men below. 5 From duft and cottages obfcure His grace exalts the humble poor! Gives them the honour of his fons, And fits them for their heav'nly thrones, 6 [A word of his creating voice Can make the barren houfe rejoice : Tho' Sarah's ninety years were part, The promis'd feed is born at laft. •j With joy the mother views her fon, And tells the wonders God has done; Faith may grow ftrong when fenfe defpairs: If nature fails, the promife bears.] PSALM 114. Long Metre. Mirncks attending lfraeVs Journey. 1 TI7 HEN Ifra'l, freed from Pharaoh's hand: V V Left the proud tyrant and his land, The tribes with cheerful homage own, Their king and Judah was his throne. 2 Acrofs the deep their journey lay ; The deeo divides to make them wav ; Jordan beheld thpir march, and fled With backward current to his head. 3 The mountains (hook like frighted (heep, Like lambs the little hillocks leap ! Not Sinai on her bafe could (land, Confciousof fov'raign power at hand. PSALM CXV. »33 i What p»w'r could make the deep divide? Make Jordan backward roll his tide ? Why did ye leap, ye little hills? And whence the dread that Sinai feels , | Let ev'ry mountain, ev'ry flood i Retire and know the approaching Gad, 1 The King of Ifrael : fee him here; Tremble thou earth, adore and fear. 6 He thunders, and all nature mourns, The rock to (landing pools he turns ; Flints fprina with fountains at his word, And fires and feas confefs the Lord. PSALM 115. Kift Metre* 'N The true God our Refuge; or, Idolatry reproved. O T to ourfeives who are but duil, , Not to ourfeives is glory due, Eternal God, thou only jult, Thou only gracious, wile and true, t Di.pla-y to earth thy dreadful name; Why mould a heathen's naughty tongue Infult us, and to raife our (name, Say, " Where's the God you've ferv'd fo long r'» 9 The God we ferve maintains his throne, Above the clouds, beyond the (kies, Thro' all the earth his will is done, He knows our groans, he hears our cries. 4. But the vain idols they adore Are fenfelefs ihapes of (tone and wood : At bed a mafs of glitt'ring ore, A filver faint, or golden god. z [With eyes and ears, they carve the head ; Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind ; In vain are coitly off'rings made, A»d- vow* art fcatter'd in the wind. *34 PSALM CXV. 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.] > Olfrael, make the Lord thy hope, Thy help, thy refuge, and thy refl! The Lord fhall build thy ruins up, And blefsthe people and the prieft. 3 The dead no more can fpeak thy praife, They dwell in fiience in the grave; But we fhall 'ire to f;ng thy grace, And tell the world ihy pow'r to fave. PSALM 115 Second Metre. At the new Tunc the 50th Pfalm. Idolatry reproved. 1 '\F ° T t0 our names> thou onlyjufl and true i > Not to our worthlefs names is glory due •' Thy pow'r and grace, thy truth and juftice clai Immortal honours to thy fov'reiVn name* Shine thro' the earth from heav'n°thy bleft'abode Nor let the heathens fay ; » Where is your God ? •2 Heav'nisthinehi L E S T are the uddehTd in heart, J3 Whofc ways are right and clean ; Who never from thy law depart, But fly from ev'ry fin. s Bleft are the men that keep thy wcrd, And pra&ife thy commands ; With their whoJe heart they feek the Lord, And ferve thee with their hands. Verfe 165. 2 Great is their peace who love thy liw ; How firm their fouls abide; Nor can a bold temptation draw Their fleady feet afide. Verle 6. 4 Then fhall my heart have inward jay* And keep my face from fhame^ When i\\ thy ftatutes I obey, And honour all thy name, *P PSALM CXIX. Vcrfe 21, 118. 5 But haughty finners God will hate, The proud fhall die accurfl ; The Tons of falfehood and deceit Are trodden to the duft. Verfe 119, 153. S Vile as the drofs the wicked are ; And thofe that leave thy ways, Shall fee falvation from afar, But never tafte thy grace. PSALM 119. Second Part. Secret Devotion and Spiritual Mindednefs ; or, Conjlait Converfe zvith God, Verfe 147, 55. > rT"1Othee> before the dawning light, -L My gracious God I pray ; I meditate thy name by night, And keep thy law by day. Verfe 81. 2 My fpirit faints to fee thy grace, Thy promife bears me up; And while falvation long delays, Thy word fupports my hope. Verfe 164. -^ Seven times a day I lift my hands, And pay my thanks to thee, Thy righteous orovidence demand* Repeated praife from me. Verfe 62. 4 When midnight durknefs veils the fkiei, I call ihy works to mind ; My thoughts in .-.arm devotion rife, And fwect acceptance find. P S-A L M CXIX. *4S PSALM 119. Third Part. ,' Profejions of Sincerity , Repentance, and Obedience . Verfe 57 > 6o. i *~p H O U ait my portion, O my God ; Soon as I know thy way My heart makes hafte t' obey thy word, And fuffers no delay. Verfe 30, 14. g Ichoofe the path of heav'nly truth, And glory in my choice ; Not all the riches of the earth 1 Could make me fo. rejoice.. 3 The teftimonies of thy grace, I fet before mine eyes ; Thence I derive my daily ftrength, And there my comfort lies. Verfe 59. 4 If once I wander from thy path, I ihink upon my ways, Then turn my feet to thy commands3 And truft thy pard'ning grace. Verfe 94, 114. . ^ Nov/ am I thine, for ever thine, O fave thy fervant, Lord ! Thou ait my fhield, my hiding place;, . My hope is in thy word. Verfe 112. 6j Thou haftinclin'd this heartof mine • Thy ftatuies to fulfil ; - And thus till mortal life fhall end Would I perform thy will. PSALM 119. Fourth Part.- Inflrutlion fi om Scripture. 3 TTO W fhall the young: fecure their heari55 - J~J_ And guard their livesfrom fin ? Thv word the choicefl rules imparts To keep the confcienceclearu. «44 PSALM CXIX. Verfe 130. % When once it enters to the mind, Itfpicads fuch light abroad, The meaneft fouls inltruclion find, And raife their thoughts to God. Verfe 105. 3 'Tis like the fun, a heav'nly light That guides us all the day; And thro' the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way. Verfe 99, 100. 4 The men that keep thy law with care* And meditate thy word, Grow wifer than their teachers are, And better know the Lord. Verfe 104, 113. 5 Thy precepts make me truly wife, I hate the Turners road ; I hate my own vain thoughts that rife, But love thy law, my God. Verfe 89, 90, 91 . $ [Theflarry heav'ns thy rule obey, The earth maintains her place; And thefe thy fervants, night and day, Thy (kill and pow'r exprefs. 7 But ftill thv law, and gofpel, Lord, Have leffons more divine : Not earth (lands firmer than thy word, Nor ftarsfo nobly fhine.J Verfe 160, 140, 9, 116, 8 Thv word is everlafting truth, How pure is ev'rv page! That holy book fhall guide our youth, And well fupport our age. PSALM CXIX. »4J PSALM 119. Fifth Part. Mclight in Scripture ; or, the Word *J God dwtHing in as. Verfe 97. i f"\H how I love thy holy law J m V^ 'Tis daily my delight ; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night. Verfe 148. « My waking eyes prevent the day To meditate thy word: My foul with longing melts away To hear thy gofpel, Lord. Verfe 3, 13, 54. $ Thy heav'nly words my heart engage. And well employ my tongue, And in my tirefome pilgrimage Yield me a heav'nly long. Verfe 19, 103. 4 Am I a ftranger, or at home, 'Tis my perpetual feaft ; Not honey cropping from the comb So much allures the tafte. Verfe 72, 127. 5 No treafures fo enrich the mind \ Nor fhall thy word be fold Jor loads of filver well refin'd* Nur heaps of choiceft gold. Verfe 2*, 49, 175, . % When nature (inks* and fpirits droop*. Thy promifes of grace Are pillars to fupoo«t myhope, A.e4 there 1 write thy praifc^. 246 PSA L M CXrX. PSALM ng. Sixth Part. Ihlinefs ard Comfort from the Word. Verfe i a 8. i T ORD, I efteem ;hy judgments right, JL .J And all thy ffcatutes juft ; Thence I maintain a conflant fight With ev'ry fla't'ring luft. Verfe 97, 9. 2 Thy precepts cften 1 furvey ; 1 keep thy law in fight Thro' all ihe bufinefsof the day, To form my atHons right. Verfe 62. 3 My heart in midnight filence cries, " How fwect thy comforts be ;rt My thoughts in holy wonder rife, And bring their thanks to thee. Verfe 162. .4 And when my fpirit drinks her fill, At fomcgood word of thine, Not mighty men that ih.are the fpoil, Have joys compar'd to mine. PSALM 119. Seventh Part. ImlirJeBion of Nature^ and Perfection oj Saipitru Verfe 96. Paraphrafed. I T E T ali the heathen writers join \^j To form oe.e perfect book, Great God, if orce compar'd with thine, How mean their writing* look. 3 Not the mod perfect ru'es they gave Could fhow one fin forgiv'n : Nor lead a flep bevr nd the grave, But thine conduct, to heav'n. 3 I've -een an rnd to *har we call Perfection here below ; How fhort theoov/'rs of nature fall, And cannot farther go. PSALM CXIX. 24 4 "Yet men wou'd fain bejuft with God, By works their hands have wrought ; And thy commands, exceeding broad, Extend to ev'ry thought. 5 In vain we boaft perfection here, While fin defiles our frame ; And finks our virtues down fo far, They fcarce deferve the name. 6 Our faith, and love, and ev'ry grace Fall far below thy word ; But perfeft truth and righteoufnefs Dwell only with the Lord. PSALM 1 1 q. Eighth Part. The Excellency and Variety of Scripture. Verfe 111. Paraphrafed. ■■* T OR D, I have made thy word my choice, I j My lafting heritage; There fhall mv nobleft pow'rs rejoice, My warmeft thoughts engage, ft I'll read the hift'ries of thy love, And keep thy laws in fight, While thro' the promifes I rove, With ever-frefh delight. 3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknowa. Where fprings of life arife, Seeds of immortal blifs are fown, And hidden glory lies. 4 The heft relief that mourners have, It makes our forrows Weft ; Our foireft hope beyond the grave, And our eternal reft. PSALM 119. Ninth Part. De/rre of Knowledge. Verfe 64, 63, x%, 1 npHY mercies fill the earth, O Lord, X How good thy works appear! Open my eyes to read thy word, And fee thy wonders there. *4* PSALM CXIX My fervice is thy due ; 0™ak^hyfervamunderftand ^hedutieshcrauftdo. Verfe iQ. 3 Since I'm a granger here below, Let notthy path be hid ; But mark the road my feet fhould g.r And be ray conftant guide. Verfc 26. 4 When I confefs'd my wand'ring way., Thoa heard'ft my foul complain ; Gro;r^ch^ofthysracc- c If r a , L Verfe 33* 34- 5 it God tome his fhtutes fhow, And heav'nly truth impart, His work forever I'll purfuej His law fhall rule my heart. Verfe 50, 7,. © Tms was my comfort when I bore Variety of grief r It made me learn thy word the more, And fly to thai relief. Verfe 5t. ? [In vain the proud deride me now 1 I'll neVr forget thy Jaw, Nor let that bleffed gofoel go Whence aJl my hopes I draw, Verfe 27, 171. 3 When I have learn'd mv Father's will, I'll teach the worlu his ways; My thankful lipsinfpir'd with zeal, . Shall ling aloud ms praife.j PSALM CXIX. H9 PSALM 119. Tenth Part. Pleading the Promifes. Verie 38, 49. BEHOLD thy waiting fervant, Lord, Devoted to thy fear; Remember and confirm thy word. For all my hopes are there. Verfe 41, 58, 107. Had thou Dot fent falvation down, And promis'd quick'ning grace? Doth not my heart addrefs thy throne? And yet thy love de;ays„ Verfe 123, 42. Mine eyes for thy falvation fail; O bear thy fervant up; Nor let the fcoffing lips prevail, Who dare reproach my hope. VerTe 49, 74. Did ft thou not raife my faith, O Lord? Then let thy truth appear ; Saints {hall rejoice in my reward, And trufi as well as fear. PSALM 119. Eleventh Part. Breathing after Holinefi Verfe 5, 33. OH that the Lord would guide my wtys To keep his ftatutes ftill ! O that my God would grant me grace To know and do his will! Verfe 29. O fend thy Spirit down to write Thy law upon my heart, Nor let my tongue indulge deceit. Nor att the liar's part. Verfe 37, 36. ! From vanitv turn off my eyes ; Let no corrupt defignt Nor covetous df fires arife Within this foul of mine, *5-o PSALM CXI>:,. V rft 133. 4. Order Bi) Footftcps by thy word, A d osal e m leart fnicere: LeL fin hive no dominion, Lord, And kc».p my onlcience clear. Verfc 176. 5 My foul hath gone too far affray, My feet too often flip; Yet ii.ice I've not torgot thy way Reftore thy wand'ring (keep'. Verfe 35. 6 Make me to walk, in thy commands, 3Tis a delightful road ; Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands, Offend againft my God. PSALM 1 19. Twelfth Parti Breathing after Comfort and Deliverance. Verfe 153, 1 "I\TY Gocm conhder my didrefs, XVX Let mercy plead my caufe ; Though I have finn'd againii thy grace, I can't forget thy laws. Verfe 39, 1 16. a forbid, forbid the fharp reproach, Which I fojuftly fear; Uphold my lite, uphold my hopes, • Nor let my fhame appear. Verfe 122, 135. 3 Be thou a furety, Lord, for me, Nor let the proud opprefs; But make thy waiting fervant fee The fhinings of thy face. Verfe 82. 4 My eyes with expectation fail ; My heart within me cries, «« When will the Lord his truth fulfil^ *< And bid my co?rJorts- rifi£ ' " P 3 A L M CXIX. *5X VeiTe 132. Look, down upon my forrows, Lord, And ihow thy grace ihe fame ; Thy tender mercies, ftill afford To thofe that love ihy name. PSALM 119. Thirteenth Part. Holy Fear, and Tender nefs of CcnfJence, Verfe 10. TT ' riTH my whole heart I've fought thy facer V* O let me never ftray, From thy commands, O god of grace, Nor tread the fumer's way. Verfe 1 1. a Thy word I've plac'd witnin my heart. To keep my confeience clean, And be an everlafting guard prom ev'ry rifirig fm. Verfe 63, 53, 158. 3 I'm a companion of the faints, Who fear and love the Lord ; My forrows rife, my nature faints, "When men tranfgrefs thy word. Verfe 161, 163. 4 While Tinners do thy gofpel wrongj My fpirit ftands in awe; My foul abhors a lying tongue, But loves thy righteous law. Verfe 161, i£0. § My heart with fscred rev'rence hear*-. The threat'nings of thy word ; My flefh with holy trembling fears The judgments of the Lord. Verfe 166, 174. 6 My God, I long, I hope, I wait For thy falvation ftill ; While thy whole law is my deligbfc. And. I- obey thy will,. *5* PSALM CXIX. PSALM 1 1 9. Fourteenth Part Etnefit of AffliSions, and Support under them. Verfe i53> 8i, 82. y^J And thy dd.vWe fend: * L?ulforMthyralvat^^infs, When will my troubles end • « Yet I have found 'tis good for me .J.°bear my Father's rod; Afflictions make me Jearn thy W And live upon my God. ~,, . . Verfe r©. $ This ,s the comfort I enjoy When new diftrefs begins: 1 r"d thy word, I run thy way. And hate my former fins. u j Verfe 92. 4 Had not thy word been my delight When ea-hlyjoys were fled, My foul, oppreft with forrow's weight, Had funk amonglt the dead. Verfe 75. 5 I knoW thy judgments, Lord, are right, Though they may feemfevere; The fharpeft f ufPrings I endure Flow from thy faithful care. X n r Verfe 67- Be{°re I knew.thychaft'ningrod, My feet were apt to {tray; l*ow l ,earn to keeP thy word> •Nor wander from thy way. PSALM no. Fifteenth /»«,*. O/fo/v Rtfohiions. — Ver fe 93 , H that thy ftatutes ev'ry hour Might dwell upon my mind ! Tbence I derive a quick'ning pow'r, -And daily peace" I find. PSALM CXDC Verfe i5, 16. I To meditate thy precepts, Lord, Shall be my Tweet employ; My foul fhall ne'er forges! thy word,, Thy word is all my joy. Verfe 32. j How would I run in thy commands. If thou my heart difcharge From fin and fatan's hateful chains, And fet my feet at large ! Verfe 13, 46. My lips with courage fhall declare Thy ftatutes and thy name; I'll fpeak thy words cho' kings fhould hear. Nor yield to finful fhame. Verfe 6r, 6g, 70. j Let bands of p:rfecutors rife To rob me of my rig.ht, Let pride and malice forge their lies. Thy law is my delight. Verfe nj. 5 Depart from me, ye wicked race, Whofe hands 2nd hearts are ill: I Jove my God, I love his ways, And mufl obey his will. PSALM 119. Sixteenth Part,. Prayer for quickening Grace. Verfe 25, 37. I TL/T Y foul lies cleaving to the dufti XVjL Lord, give me life diving; From vain riehres and ev'ry luft Turn off thefe eyes of mine. 4 I need the influence of thy grace To fpeed me in thy way, Left I fhould loiter in my race} ©r turn my feet aflray. 21_£ t54 PSALM CXIX. Verfe 107, 3 When fore afflictions prefs me down, I need thy quick'ning pow'rs ; Tliy word that I have retted on Shall help my heavieft hours. Verfe 156, 40. 4 Are not thy mercies fov'reign ftill, And thou a faithful God i Wilt thou not grant me warmer seal To run the heav'nly road ? Verfe 159, 40. 5 Does not my heart thy precepts love, And long to fee thy face ? And yet how flow my fpirits move Without enliv'ning grace. Verfe 93. 6 Then fhall I love thy gofpcl more, And ne'er forget thy word, When I have felt its quick'ning pow'r To draw me near the Lord. PSALM 1 19. Seventeenth Part. Long Metr Gracejhming in Difficulties and T1 ids. Verfe 143, 28. 1 TT7HF.N pain and anguifh feizs me, Lore V V All my fupport is from thy word ; My foul diffolves for heavinefs; Uphold me with thy ftrength'ning grace, Verfe ,51, 69, J 10. 2 The proud have fram'd their feoffs and lies, . They watch my feet with envious eyes, They tempt my foul to fnares and fin ; Yet thy commands I ne'er decline. Verfe 161, 78. \ They hate mr, Lord, without a caufe, They hate to fee me love thy laws ! But I willtrufl an] fear thy name, Till pride and malice die with fhame. PSALM CXIX, CXX. 2$S PSALM 119. Laji Part. ianSlified Affliftions ; or, Delight in the Word of God, Verfe 67, 59. x pATH E R, I blefs thy gentle hand ; J/ How kind was thy chaftifing rod, That forc'd my conference to a ftand, And brought my wand'ring foul to God! 2 Foolifh and vain, I went aftray, Ere I had felt thy fcourges, Lord, I left my guide, and loft my way ; But now I love and keep thy word. Verfe 71. 3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rife and fwell; 'Tis good to bear my Father's ftroke, That I might learn his ftatutes well. Verfe 72. j. The law that iffues from thy mouth, Shall raife my cheerful paffions more Than all thetreafures of thefouth, Or richeft hills of golden ore. Verfe 73. c Thy handshave made my mortal frame^ Thy fpirit form'd my foul within : Teach me to know thy wond'rous name, And guard me fafe from death and fin. Verfe 74. 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord At my falvation fhall rejoice; For I have trufted in thy word, And made thy grace my only choice. PSALM i.jso. Common Metre. Complaint of qiuirreljome Neighbours; or, a dsvmttWlfk for Peace. \ rp HOU God of love, thou ever bleil, i- Pity my fuff ring ftate; When wilt thou fet my foul at reft, From lips that love deceit ? L s ^6 PSALM CXXI. a Hard lot of mine ! my days are caft, Among the fons of ftrife, Whofe never ceafiog quarrels wafte My golden hours of life. 3 © might I fly to change my place, How would I choofe to dwell In fome wild lonefome wildernefs, And leave thefe gates of hell ! 4 Peace is the bleffing that I feek, How lovely are its charms ! I am for peace; but when I fpeak, They all declare for arms. £ New paffions ftill their fouls engage, And keep their malice flrong : What fhall be done to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue ! y Should burning arrows fmite thee thro', Strict juftice would approve ; But I would rather fpare my foe, And melt his heart with love. PSALM i2i. Long Metre. Divine Prcteflion. i T T P to the hills I lift mine eyes, i_j Th' eternal hills beyond the fkies*. Thence all her help my foul derives; There my almighty refuge lives. 2 He lives, the everlafting God That built the world, that fpread the flood; Theheav'n's, with all their hoft he made, And the dark regions of the dead. - He guides our feet, he guards our way; His morning fmiles adorn the day : He fpreads the ev'ning veil, and keeps. The filent hours while Ifra'l fleeps. j Ifra'l, a name divinely bleft, May i ife fecure. fecurely reft ; Thy holy guardian's wakeful eye* Admit no {lumber, ngrfurprife. PSALM CXXI. 257 Wo fun (hall fmite thy head by day, Nor the pale moon with fickly ray Shall blaft thy couch ; no baleful ftar Darts his malignant fire fo far. 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 fnare. 7 On thee foul fpirits have no pow'r ; And in thy laft departing hour, .Angels that trace the airy road, Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. PSALM lit. Common Metre. Prefervaticn by Day and Night. 1 r I ^ O heav'n 1 lift my wailing eyes, X There all my hopes are laid ; The Lord that built the earth and Ikies Is my perpetual aid. 2 Their ftedfaft feet fhall never fall, Whom he defigns to keep ; His ear attends the fofteft-tall ; Kis eyes can never deep. 3 He will fuRam our weakefr. pow'rs With his almighty arm, And watch our moft unguarded hours Againft furprifing harm. 4 Ifra'l rejoice, and reft fecure, Thy keeper is the Lord ; His wakefal eyes employ his pow'r For thine eternal guard. 5 Nor fcorching fun, nor fickly moon, Shall have his leave to fmite ; He fhields thy head from burning noon, Fromblafting damps at night. 6 He guards thy foul, he keeps thy breath, Whe' e thickeft dangers come : Go and return, fecure from death, Till God commands thee home. [L 3 25* PSALM CXXI. PSALM ui. As the ,48th Pfalm. God our Prefcrver. JTT^MRDiliftmin£e JU 1 •-■om God is all my aid j The Grrt that built the ikies, And earth and nature made; God is the tow'r To which I fly; His grace is nigh In cv'ry hour. a My feet (hall never Aide. And fall in fatal mares, Since God my guard and guide, Btfendsmefrommyfeats, Thofe wakeful eyes That never deep, Shall Ifra'l keep When dangers rife. 3 No burning heats by day, Nor blafls of ev'ning air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there 5 Thou art my fun, -And thou my (hade, To guard my bead By night or noon, 4 Haft thou not giv'n thy word To fave my foul from death ? And I can truft my Lord To keep ray mortal breath j I'll go and come, Nor fear to die, Till from on high Thou call tae heme. PSALM CXXII. *S3 PSALM ««. Common Mare. H Going to Church. O W did my heart rejoice to hear fc My friends devoutly fay> .. In Zion let us all appear - « And keep thefolcmn day. t I love the gates, I love the: road y The church adorn d with grace, Stands like a palace built for Goo To fhow his milder face. 1 Up to her courts with joy unknowfl 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 miners from the hints, We tremble and rejoice. § Peace be within this facred place, And joy a conftant gueU ! With holy gifts and heav'nly grace. Be her attendants bleltl 6 My foul fhall pray for ZionftilU While life or breath remains , There my beft friends, my kindred owe*, There God my Saviour reigns, PSALM ia* Proper Tune. Going to Church. O W pleas'd and blefs'd was I, *. To hear the people cry, Come, let usfeek our God to day! 'ics, with a cheeriul zeal We hafte to Zion's hill, And there our vows ana honours pa>* M H t «*o psalm cxxnr. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorn'd with wond'rous grace, And walls of ftrength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear To pray, and praife, and hear The facrcd gofpel's joyful found. 3 There David's greater Sen Has fix'd his royal throne, He fits for graceand judgment therej He bids the faints be glad, He makes the finner fad. And humble fouls rejoice with fear. 4 May peace 2tfend thy gate, And jov within thee wait, To blefsthe foul of ev'ry gueft; The man that feeks thv peace, And wifhes thine increafe, A thoufand bleiTingson him reft! 5 Mv tongue repeats her vows, Peare to thispcrd, h-rif: ! For here my friends and kindred dwell ; And fince ray^iorious God Makes thee his b'eft abode, Mv foul fhal! ever love tree well. [Repeat the \lk Stanza to complete the Time.] PSALM 123. Common Metre. Pleading with Submi/fien. * f\ Thou whofe praoe and juflice reign V-' Enthron'd above the fkies, To thee our hearts would tell t'seir pain, To thee we lift our eyes. 2 As ferva«t's watch their maker's hana, And Fear the atigrv frvkr! Or maids before the;r miftrefs ftaad, And wait a peaceful loak : PS-ALM" CXXIY. aO> 3 So for our fins we juftly feel Tbydifcipline, O God ; Yet wait the gracious moment ft ill, Till thou remove the rod. 4 Thole that in wealth and pleafure live, ■, Our daily groans deride, And thy delays of mercy give Frefh courage to their pride. 5 Our foes infuit us, but our hope '■'■ In thy compaihon lies ; This thought ihalibear our fpirits up. That God will not defpife. P S A L M 124. Common Metre; • God gives Victory. I T T A D not the God of truth and love, • JL X When boils again ft us rofe, Ihfplay'd his veng'ance from above, And crufh'd the conqu'ring foes ; . £ Their armies like a raging Sood Had fwept the guardiets land, , Deftroy'd on earth his bleft abode, And whelm'd oar feeble band. 3 But fare beneath his fpreading fhield His fons feciiFely reft, Defy the dangers of the field, • And bear the fsarlcfs breaft. 4 And now our -fouls fhall blefs the Lord, Who broke the deadly fnare ; Who fav'd us from the murd'ring fwordj And made our lives his care. 5 Our help is in Jehovah's name, "Who form'd the heav'ns above ; He that fupports their wond'rous frame Can guaid hU church by love. , ' iSi PSALM CXXV. PSALM 125. Common Metre. The Saint's Trial and Safety. 1 TTNSHAKEN as the facred bill, \J And firm as mountains ftand, Firm as a rock the fool fhall reft, Thattrufts th' almighty hand. a Not walls nor hills could guard fo weil Old Salem's happy ground, As thofe eternal arms of love, That ev'ry faint furroond. 5 Whik tyraats are a fmartingfeourg* To drive them near to God, Divine compafiion will affuage The fury of the rod. 4 Deal gently, Lord, with fouls finccre, And lead them fafelyon To the bright gates of Paradife, Where Chrift the Lord is gone. g But if we trace thofe crooked ways That the eld fcrpent drew, The wrath that drove him firft to hell, Shall fmite his follow'rs too. PSALM 125. Short Metre. The Saint's Trial and Safety ; or, moderated AJliclicns, 1 T? I R M and unmov'd are they, _T That reft their fouls on God : Firm as the mount where David dwelt, Or where the ark abode. 2 As mountaim ftood to guard The city's facred ground, So God and his Almighty love Embrace his faints around. g What tho' the Father's rod Drop a chaftifing ftroke, Yet left it wound their fouls too deaf, |ts fury (hall be broke. PSALM CXXVI. 163 4 Deal gently, Lord, with thofe Whofe faith and pious fear, Whofe hope and love, and ev'ry gre«e, Proclaim their hearts fincere. 5 Nor fhall the tyrant's rage Too long opprefs the faint ; The God of Ifra'l will fuppcrt His children, left they faint. 6 Bat if our flavifh fear Will choofethe road to hell, We muft expeft our pottion there, Where bolder finuers dwell. PSALM 126. Long Metre. Surprifivg Deliverance. s TT7HEN God reftor'd our captive ftate, VV Joy wasour fong, and grace our tkeiag) The grace beyond our hopes (o great, That joy appear'd a pleafing dream, s The icoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy name ; While we with pleafure fhout thy praif«5 With cheerfnl notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review our difmal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'll vanifh fo; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrow'd field, His fcatter'd feed withfadnefs leaves^ Will fhout to fee the harveft yield A welcome load of joyful fheaves. PSALM 1-26. Common Metre, Tht Joy of a ranarkable Conveijion ; or, Melancholy removed. 1 "\X7H E N God revcal'c his gra-ious name, V V And cha\ g'd mv mournful ft ate, My rapture feem'd a ple?.A >g dream, The giate appear'd fo great. ^o4 PSALM CXXVII. 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confefs : My tongue broke out in unknown (trains, And fungfurprifmg grace. 3 " Great is the work, my neighbours cry'd, And own'd the power divine ; " Great is the zvork, my heart reply'd, " And be the glory thine." 4 The Lord can clear the darkeft (Ides, Can give us day for night ; Make drops of facred forrow rife To rivers of delight. 3 Let thofe that fow in fadnefs wait Till the fair harveft come, They fhall confefs their (heaves are great, And fhout theblelfings home. 5 Tho' feed lie bury'd long in the dud, It (han't deceive their hope ; The precious grain can ne'e r be loft, - For grace infures the crop. PSALM 127. Long Metre. The B/e/fwgs of God on the Bufinefs andComfotts of Lif, I Tf God fucceod not, all the cod JL And pains to build the houfcare loft, If God the city will not keep, The watchful guards as well may deep, 3 What tho' we rife before the fun, And work and toil when Hay is done, Careful and fparing cat our bread, To fhun that poverty we dread : 3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blcft, He can make rich, yet give us reft; On Cod, out fov'reign, ftill depends Our joy in children and in friends. 4 Hapf y the man to whom he fends Obedient children, faithful friendt ! How fweet our dai'y comforts prove, When they are feafon'd with his love. PSALM CXXVII, CXXVIH. -2*5 P S A L M 127. Common Metre. God All in -All. i T F God to build the houfe deny, J. The builders work in vain ; And towns without his wakeful eye, An ufelefs watch maintain. -2 Before the morning beams arife, Your painful work, renew, _ : And till the ftars afcend the flues, Your tirefome toil purfue. .3 Short be your fleep, and coarfe your fare 1 In vain till God has bleft ; But if his fmiles attend your care, You (hall have food and reft. ,a Nor children, relatives, nor friends, Shall real bleffings prove, Nor all the earthly joys he fends, If fent without his love. ■PSALM %&. Xommon Metre, Family Blefings. 1 4~\ Happy man» whofs fou^ n kii'^- KJ With zeal and rev'rend awe ! His lips to God their honours yield, His life adorns the law. 2 A careful providence mall ftmd, And ever guard thy head, Shall on the labours of thyhsod Its kindly bleffings fhed. 3 Thy wife fhall be a fruitful vises Thy children round thy board, Each like a plant of honour mine, And learn to fear the Lord. 4 The Lord fhall thy beft hopes fulfil, Tor months and years to come : The Lord who dwells on Zioo's hill, Sball fend thee bleffings borne, i6£L. . PSALM CXXIX 5 This is the man whofe haPpy evts ' Shall fee his houfeiRcreafey Shall fee the finking church aHfe, I hen leave the world in peace. P S A I M 129. Com .U^-Perfie^Wte. yj Have I been nurs'd in tears ; > My griefs were conftam as the day, And tedieus as the years. Q Up from my youth I bore the rare Ot all the fons of flrife ; ^ Oft they affail'd my rioer ao*, But God preferv'd my life. 3 O'er all my frame their cruel dart Its painful wounds imprefs'd : Hourly they vex'd my fainting heart, Ivor let myforrows reft. 4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, And with impartial eye Meafur'd 1 the mHchiefs they had done, Then let his arrows fly, 5 How was their infolence furpris'd To hear his thunde/s roll ! ' And al] the foes or Zionfeiz'd With horroi to the foul. 6 Thus fhall the men that hate the fai*s, Be blaited from the fky ; Their glory farJ„, their cou, age faints, And all their profpefts die t [What tho' thev flourifh tall and fair, They have no root beneath ; Their growth (hall perifh in de'fpair, And iie defpis'd in death. 8 So corn that on the houfe-top ftanda, No hope of nan efl gives ; The reaper ne'er (hall fill his hands, Nor binder fold the Ihcaves. J PSALM CXXX. *57 ? S A L M j go. Common Metre. Pardoning Gracs. x f\^ U T of the deeps of long diftrefs, \^ The borders of defpair, 1 fent my cries to feek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear. 9 Great God ! mould thy feverer eye, And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flefh could ftand. 3 But there are pardons with my God, For crimes of high degre* ; Thy Son has bought them with his blood, To draw us near to thee. 4 [I wait for thy falvation, Lord, With ftrong defires I wait; My foul, invited by thy word, Stands watching at thy gate.} 5 [Juft as the guards that keep the nigkt Long for the morning fkies, Watch the firft beams of breaking light, And meet them with their eyes : i So waits my foul to fee thy grace, And more intent than they, Meets the firft op'nings of thy face, And finds a brighter day.]) 7 Then in the Lord let Ifra'l truft, Let Ifra'l feek his face ; The Lord is good as well as juft, And plenteous in his grace, g There's full redemption at his throne For Tinners long enflav'd; The great Redeemer is his Son, Andlfra'i fhallbe fav'd. t** P S A L Nr cxxx, cxxxi; PSALM j3q. Long Metre. Pardoning Grace Jr thou feverely mark our faults No flefti can ftand before thine eyes 2 But thou haft built thy throne of Vace Free to d.fpenfe thy pardons there! ' I hat hnncrs may approach thy face, And hope, and Jove, as well as fear. 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long and wifh for breaking dav So waits my foul before thy ga? • ' When willmy God his face difplay • 4 My truft is fix'd upon thy word Nor fhall I truft thy word in vain • Let mourning fouls addrefs the Lord And find relief from all their pain. ' 5 Great is his love, and large his grac% Thro' the redemption of his Son : ' He turns our feet fromfinful ways' And pardons what our hands have done.- PSALM 13 ,. Common Metre, Humility and Submifiion. S there ambition in my heart ? Search gracious God, and fee; Ur do I *tt a haughty part ? Lord, I appeal to thee. 2 l aT n"17 th°l,shtS' be humbIe *«> '. And all my carriage mild j Content, my Father, with thy will, And peaceful as a child. 3 The patient foul, the lowly mind, Shall have a large reward: Let faints in forrow Herefigo'd, And truft a faithful Lord. I PS A L M CXXXII. 2?9 "PSALM 133. Ver. 5, 13—18. Long Metre. At the Settlement of a Church ; or, the Ordination of & Minifer. WHERE (hall we go to feek and fini An habitation for our God ? A dwelling for th' eternal mind ; Among the fons of fleih and blood ! The God of Jacob chore the hill Of Zion for his ancient reft ; And Zion is his dwelling ftill; His church is with his prefencc bleS:. Here I will fix my gracious throne, And reign for ever, faith the Lord ; Here (hail my pow'r and love be known. And bleffings fhall attend my word. 4 Here will I meet the hungry poor, And fill their fou!s with living bread ; Sinners that wait before my door, With fweet provifions fhall be fed. q Gilded with truth, andcloth'd with gr«ee> My priefts. mvminifters (hall thine ; Npt Aaron in his coftiy drefs Appears fo glorious and divine : 6 The faints, unable to con am Their inward pvs, fhall fhoutand ling; The Son of David here fhall reign, And Zion triumph in her King. 7 Qefps fhall fee a mim'rous feed Born here t' uohold his glorious name ; His crown mal! flourifh on his head, While all his foes are »loth'd with fhame.]) PSALM 132. Ve< 4, 5. 7 8. 15, 17. C. Metre. 'AChuukeJlablifhed. 1 ["XT O deep nor {lumber to his eyes L ^ Good David would a^ord, •Til! he had found befoW 'he fkies A dwelling for the Lord. e the Lord, the Lord is tro^d ; To praife his name is fwef employ : lfra'1 hechoreof oM. and 0 ill His church is his peculiar joy. PSALM CXXXV.. S72 g The Lord himfelf will judge his fainU ; He treats his fervants as his friends; And when he hears their fore complaint*, Repents the for rows that he fends. 4. Thro' ev'ry age the Lord declares His name, and breaks th' oppreflbr's rod ; He gives his fuff'ring fervants reft, And will be known th' Almighty God. 5 Blefs ye the Lord, who tafte his love, People and priefVs exalt his name : Amongft his faints he ever dwells ;. His church is his jerafaiem. PSALM 135. Ver. 5— 1%. Sumd Part.. The Woiks of Creation, Pnvidence, Redemption oj Ifrael, and Dejlruclion oj Enemies.. 1 /~N RE AT is the Lord, exalted high VJT Above all pow'rs and ev'ry throne ;• What'er he pleafe in earth or fca. Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done. 2 At his command the vapours rife, The lightnings flafh, the thunders roar; He pours the rain, he brings the wind And terapeft from his airy ftore. 3 'Twas he thofe dreadful tokens fent, G Egypt? thro' thy ftubborn land ; When all thy firft-born, beafts and raenj Fell dead by his avenging hand. 4 What mighty nations, mighty kings He flew, and their whole country gave To Ifra'l, whom his hand redeem'd, No more to be proud Pharaoh's flavc. j His pow'r the fame, the fame his grace,. That faves us from the hofts of hell ; And heav'n he gives us to poffefs, tVhenee tbofc apoftate e.ngelj fell.. 474 PSALM CXXXV. PSALM 135. Common Metre. Praife due to God, not to Idols. t A WAKE, ye faints : To praife your King ii Your fweeteft paffions raife, Your pious pieafure, while you fing, Increafing, with the praife. * Great is the Lord; and works unknown Are his divine employ : But ftill his faints are near his throne, His treafure and his joy. 3 Heav'n, earth and fea confefs his hand » He bids the vapours rife; Lightning and ftorm at his command Sweep thro' the founding fkies. 4 All pow'r that gods or kings have claim'd, Is found with him alone; But heathen gods fhould ne'er be nam'd Where our Jehovah's known. 5 Which of the flocks and (tones they truft, Can give them fhow'rs of rain ? In vain they worfhip glitt'ring duft, And pray to God in vain. 6 Their gods have tongues that fpeechlefs prove, Such as their makers gave : Their feet were never forra'd to move, Nor hands have pow'r to fave. 7 Blind are their eyes, their eais are deaf, Nor hear when mortals pray ; Mortals that wait for their relief, Are blind and deaf a« they. 8 Ye nations, know the living God, Serve him with faith and fear; He makes the churches his abode, And claims your honours there. PSALM CXyLVl. »;S PSALM 135. Common Metre. Cod's Wonders of Creation, Providence, Redemption of Ifrael, and Salvation of his People. 1 /~* IVE thanks to God, the fov'reign Lord ; V_X His mercies JIM endure ; And be the King of kings ador'd ; His truth is ever Jure. 2 What wonders hath his wifdom done ! How mighty is his hand ! Heav'o, earth and fea he fram'd alone ; How wide is his command / 3 The fun fupplies the day with light S How bright his counflsfhine ■' The moon and ftars adorn the night; His works are all divine ! 4 [He flruck the fons of Egypt dead 1 How dreadful is his rod'. And thence with joy his- people led % Hew gracious is our God ! 5 He cleft the fwelling fea in two ; His arm is great in might } And gave the tribes a paffage thro' ; His pow' r and grace u n ite. 6 But Pharaoh's army there he drown'd ; How glorious are his ways ! And brought his faints thro' defert grouad | Eternal is his praife. 7 Great monarchs fell beneath his hand ; ViBcrious is his [word i While Ifra'l took the promis'd land ; And faithful is his word, ~\ 8 He faw the nations dead in fin; Hi felt his pity move ; How fad the Hate the world was in ' How boundlefs was his I me! -76 PSALM CXXXVI.. g He fentto fave us from oar woe; His goodnefs never Jails ; From death and hell, and ev'ry foe; An djtill his grace prevails. 10 Give thanks to G d the heav'nly King; His mercies JliU endure i L?t the whole earth his praifes fing ; His truth is ever Jure. PSALM 135. As the 1481k Pfalm. 1 PIVE thanks to God moft high, vJT The universal Lord; The fov'reign King of kings; And be his grace ador'd. His pozv'r and grace- Are Jlill the fame ; And let his name Have cndiefs praife. a Kow mighty is his hand ! What wonders hath he done ! He form'd the earth and fe>as, Apd.fpread the heav'ns alene. Thy mercy, Lord, - Shall fill endure ; And ever fure At ides thy word. 3 His wifdom fram'd the fun To crown the day with light; The moon and twinkling ftars To cheer the darkfome night. - Hispovfr and grace Are jlill the fume ; And Lt his name Have endiejs praife. 4 He fmote the firft-born fens, The fiow'r of Lgypt dead; • And thence his chofen triDcs Kith joy and glory led, PSALM CXXXVI, *;$ Thy mercy, Lord, Shall JIM endure ; And ever Jure Abides thy word. $ His pow'r and lifted red- Cleft the Red-fea in two; And for his people made A wond'rous paffage thro'. His pozv'r and grace Are fall the fame; And let his name Have endkfspraife. 6 But cruel Pharaoh there With all his hofts he drown'dj- And brought his Ifra'l fafe Thro' a long defert ground. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall JIM endure ; And ever Jure Abides thy word, P A U S Zi 7 The kings of Canaan fell Beneath his dreadful hand ; While his own fervants took. Poffeffion of their land. His pozv'r and grace Are fill the fame; And let his name Have endlef praije. 8 He faw the nations lie? All p?rifhing in fin, And pity'd the fad flate The ruin'd world was in, Thy mercy, Lord, Shall fill endure ; And ever Jure Abides thx ward. *78 PSALM CXXXVI. 9 He fecit his only Son, To fave us from our woe, ^ - From fatan, fin and death, <^ /jf And i ev'ry hurtful foe. / Mfc f,tto& His pow'r and grace \~S *S Are ft ill the farm ; And let his name Have endlefs praife. 10 Give thanks aloud to God, To God the heav'nl} King; And let the fpacious earth His work sand glories fing. Th\< mercy \ Lord, Shailjlill endure; And eve/ Jure Abides thy word. PSALM 136. Abridged. Long Metr*. 'G Mercy and truth, arc all his ways : Wonders of Grace to God belong. Repeat hi: mercies in your j on g. a Give to the Lord of lords renown, The King of kings with glory crown : His mercies ever fliall endure, When lords and kings are known no more. 3 He built the earth, he fpread the fky, And fix'd the (tarry lighs on high : Wonders of Grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in yourfong. 4 He fills the fun with morning light, He bids the moon direft the night : His mercies ever Piall endure, When funs and moons (hail [hine 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 yourfong. PSALM CXXX\ 6 He faw the Gentiles dead in fin, And felt his pitv move within : His mercies ever fliall endure, ; _ When dfAh and Jin fliall reign no more. 7 He fent his Son with pow'r to fave From guilt, and darknefs, and the grave: Wonders of Grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your Jong. 8 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heav'nly feat : His mercies ever [hall endure, When this vain world Jhall be no more. PSALM 137. The Babylonijh Captivity. t \ LONG the banks where Babel'scurrentilowjj x\.Ourcaptivebandsindeepdefpondenceftray'd, While Zions' fall in fad rememb'rance rofe, Her friends, her children, mingled with the dead.. 11 The tunelefs harp, that once w ith joy we ftrung, When praife employ'd and mirth infpir'd the la}', In mournful filence on the willows hung, And growing grief prolong'd the tedious day. 3 The barb'rous tyrants, to increaTe the woe, With taunting fmiles a fong of Zion claim; Bid facred praife in ftreams melodious flow, While they blafpheme the great Jehovah's name. 4 But how, in heathen chains and lands unknown, Shall Ifra'l's fens 3 fong of Zion raife ? O haplefs Salem, God's terrefirial throne, Thou land of glory, facred mount of^raifc ! .5 If e'er my mem'ry lofethy lovely name, If my cold heart neglect my kindred race, •Let dire deRruftion feize this guilty frame ; My hand (hall peiifh and my vcics fhall ceafe, M2 a jl M CXXXV1H. t the Lord, who hears when Zion calh»> citake her foes with terror and difmay, iiis arm avenge her defolaied walls, And raife her children to eternal day. PSALM 138. Rejloiirg and Preferving Grace. VV I'll praife my Maker in my fong; Angels fhall hear the notes I raife, Approve the fong, and join the praife. a [Angels that make thy church their care Shall witnefs my devotions there, While holy zeal direcls my eyes To thy fair temple in the fkies.J * I'll fing thy truth and mercy, Lord, I'll fing the wonders of thy word ; Not all the works and names below So much thy pow'rand glory fhow. 4 To God I cry'd when troubles rofe ; He heard me, and fubdu'd my foes : He did my rifing fesrs controul, And ftrength diffus'd through ail my foul, 5 The God of beav'n maintains his ftate, Frowns on the proud, and fcorns the great 3 But from his throne defcends to blefs The humble fouls that trufl his grace. 6 Amid ft a thoufand fnares I Hand Upheld and guarded by thy hand; Thy words my fainting foul revive, And keep my dying faith alive. 1 Grace will complete what grace begins, To Have from forrows or from fins; The work that wifdom undertaken, Sternal mercy ne'er forfake^. PSALM CXXXIX. aS'iV ? S A L M 139. Firjl Part. Long Metre. The All-Seeing God. k T ORD, thou haft fearch'd and feen me thro' ; JL-rf Thine eye commands with piercing view My riling and my refting hours, My. heart and flefh with all their pow'rs. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God diftin&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 ftand, On ev'ry fide I find thy hand : Awake, afleep, at home, abroad, I am furrounded ftill with Goa. 4 Amazing knowledge, vaft and great! What large extent ! what lofty height ! My foul with all the pow'rs I boaft, Is in theboundlefs profpe£t loft. 5 0 may theft thoughts pojfefs my kreaft, Where'er I rove, where'er I rejl ; Nor let my weaker piffions dare Conjent tofin, jor God is there. P a u s e Firil. 6 Could I fo falfe, fo faithlefs prove, To quit thy fervice and thy love, Where, Lord, could I thy prefence fhun, Or from thy dreadful glory run? 7 If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dv/ell'ft enthron'd in light! Or dive to hell, there veng'ance reigns, And fatan groans beneath thy chains. 8 If mounted on a morning ray I fly beyond the Weftern lea, Thy fwifter hand would firft arrive, And there arrefl thy fugitive, [M3 aS* PSALM CXXXIX. 9 Or fiiould I ci\ io fhun thy fight Benettb lit ;pu-adin One g veil of night, glance oi tmne, one piercing ray Would kiiidle darkr.efs into day. 10 0 may ihtfe thoughts pojjefs my bnafl^ Where'er 1 rove, where'er I r:fl; Nor Id m\ weaker paffions dare Con/era ivjin, fur God is there. Pause Second. J i The veil of night is no difguife, No icreea from thy all-fearching eyes; Thy hand can feize thy foes as fooo Thru' midnight {hades as blazing noon, 12 Midnight and noon in this aoree, Great God thev'ie both alike to thee ; Not death can hide what God will fpy, And heli iies naked to his eye. 33 0 may theft thoughts pojjefs my Where'er I rove, where'er I reft; Nor Id my weaker paffions dart Confent to Jin, fur God is there. PS AL M 139. Second Pait. Long Metre. 'lie wonderful Formation of Man. 1 'rT1 W AS fiom thy hand, my God, I came, _L A work of fuch a curious frame ; la me thy fearful wonders fhine, And each proclaims thy fkill divint. a Thine eyes did all my limbs furvey, Which yet in dark confufion lay : Thou faw'A the daily growth they took, Form'd by the model of thy book. $ By thee my growing parts were nam'd, -And what thy fov'reign counfels fram'd. The bicaching lungs, the beating hear^ Was copy'd with unerring art. PSALM CXXXIX. 283 4 At laft to fhow my Maker's name, God ftamp'd his image on my frame, And in Tome unknown moment join' d The finilh'd members of the mind. ** $ There the young feeds of thought begaD, And ail the paffions of the man ; Great God, our infant nature pays Immortal tribute tothy praife. Pause. 6 Lord, fmce in my advancing age I've a&ed on life's bufy fiage, Thy thoughts of love to me furmount, The pow'r of numbers to recount. J I could furvey the ocean o'er And count each fand that makes the fhore9 Before myfwifteft thoughts could trace The num'rous wonders of thy grace. 8 Theieon my heart are dill impieft, With thefe I give my eyes to reft ; And at my waking hour I find God and his love poffefs my mind. PSALM 139. Third Part. Long Metre. Sincerity profefs'd, and Grace tried} or, The Heart' feanhivg God. 1 TV/fY God' what inward grief I feel, 1V1 When impious men tranfgrels thy Will I I mourn to hear their lips profane Take thy tremendous name in vain. § Does not my foul deteft and hate The Ions of malice and deceit t Thofe that oppofe thy laws and thee* I count for enemies to me. 3 Lord, fearchmy foul, try ev'ry thought, Though my own heart accufe ine not4 Of wa;king in a taiie diiguilcj I beg the trial of thine eyes, U 4 2*4 PSALM CXXXIX. 4 Doth fecret mifchief lurk within ? Do I indulge fotne unknown fin ? O turn my feet whene'er I ftray, And lead me in thy perfeft way. PSALM 139. Firjl Part. Com. Metre. God is every where. 1 TN all my vaft concerns with thee, J. In vain my foul would try To fhun thy prefence Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye. % Thy all-furrounding fight furveys Myrifing and my reft, My public walks, mv private ways, And fecrets of my breift. § Mv thoughts lie open to the Lord Before they're form'd within ; And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the fenfe I mean. 4 Owond'rous knowledge, deeo and high! Where can a creature hide? Within thy circling arms I lie, Enclos'd on ev'ry fide. 5 So let thy grace furround me ft ill, And likea bulwark prove, To guard my Foul from ev'ry ill, Secur'd by fov'reign love. Pause. 6 Lord, where fhall guilty fouls retire Forgotten and unknown ? In hell fhey meet thy dreadful fire, In heav'n thy gloiious throne. 7 Should I fupprefs my vital breath To'fcape the wrath divine, Thy voice would break the bars of death. And make the oraverefigo. PSALM CXXXIX. 2% % If wing'd with beams of morning light I flyheyoad the weft, Thy hand, which muftfupport my flighty Would foon betray my reft.-- g If o'er my fins I think to draw The curtains of the night, The flaming eyes that guard thy law- Would turn the fhades to light. 10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour Are both alike to thee : O may I ne'er provoke that pow'r,. From which I cannot flee. P S A L M 139. Second Part, Common Metre.-. The Wifdom of God in the Formation of Man. 1 \\T HE N I with pleafing wonder ftaad- V V And ail my frame lurvey, Lord 'tis thy work, I own thy hand Thusbuilt my humble clay, . 2 Thy hand my heart and reins fo-ffeiij. Where unborn nature grew j Thy wifdom all my features trae'd^ And all my members drew, . 3. Thine eye withnieeft care furvey'd i The growth of ev'ry part ; Till the whole fcheme thy thoughts had Hid Was copy 'd by thy art. 4 Heav'n, earth and fea, and fire and wind Show me thy wond'rous fkill; But I review myfelf, and find Diviner wonders Hill. j. Thy awful glories round me fhine, My flefh proclaims thy praife; Lord, to thy works of naturejoisj Thy miracles of grace. IH- s &6 PSALM CXXXIX, CXL. PSALM \%$.Vcr. 14, 17, 18. Third Pan. C. Metre. The Mercies of God innumerable. An Evening Pfalm. 1 T O R D, when I count thy mercies o'er, JL_j They ftrike me with furprife ; Not all the fands that fpread the fhore, To equal numbers rife. 2 My flefh with fear and wonder (hands, The product of thy fkill, And hourly bleffings from thy hands Thy thoughts of love reveal. 3 Thefe on my heart by night I keep; How kind,. how dear to me! O may the hour that ends my fleep Still find my thoughts with thee ! PSALM 140. Common Metre. 1 "OROTECT us, Lord, from fatal harm ; JT Behold our rifing woes; We truft alone thy pow'rfularm, To fcatter all our foes. G Thrir tongue is like a poifon'd dart, Their thoughts are full of guile; While rage and carnage fwell their heart, They wear a peaceful fmile. 5 O God of grace, thy guardian care, When foes without invade, Or fpread within a deeper fnare, Supplies our conflant aid. 4 Let Wifehood flee before thy face, Thy heav'nly truth extend, And nations tafte thy heav'nly grace, And all delufion end. c With daily bread thepoor fupply, Thecaufe ot juftice plead ; • And be thy church exalted high, With Chrift the glorious head. PSALM CXLI,CXLII. 2.S7 PSALMS Ver. 2,-5. Lon§ Metre* Watchfulnefs and Brotherly Love. A Morning or Evening Pfalm. 1 T\ /I Y God, accept my early vows, M Like morning incenfe in thine houfe, And let my nightly worfhip rile Sweet as the ev'ning faenhce. a Watch o'er my lips, and 1 g»rd them, Lord, From ev'ry ram ana heedlefs word , Nor letmy feet incline to tread The guiky path where tinners lead. o O may the righteous, when I flray, 3 Smite and reprove my wand'rmg way I Their gentle words like ointment (hed, Shall never bruife, but cheer my head. A When I behold them preft with grief, I'll cry to heav'n for their rebel ; And by my warm petitions prove How much I prize their faithful love. PSALM 142. C.M.-GodistheHopeoftheHelf^ i r-T^O God I made my forrows known, 1 From God 1 fought relief; IrTIong complaints before his throne I pour'd out all my grief. a My foul was overwhelm'd with woes, My heart began to break ; My God, who, all my burden knows, Beholds the way I take. 3 On ev'ry fide, I caft mine eye, And found my helpers gone, While friends and ttrangers paft me by Neglected or unknown. 4 Then did 1 raife a louder cry, And call'd thy mercy near, " Thou art my portion when I die* «' Be thou my refuge here." 'Z6 3 PSALM CXLin. 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, Now let thine ear attend, And make my foes, who vex me, knov,- I've an Almighty Friend. 6 From my fad prifon fet me free, Then fhall I praife thy name, And holv men fhall join with me, Thv kindnefs to proclaim. P S A L M 143. Long Metre. Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body, 1 "|\ yT V righteous Judge, mv gracious God, J.* 3. Hear when I fpread my hands abroad, And cry for fuccour from thv throne, O make thy truth and mercy known. 2 Let judgment not againft me pafs : Behold thv fervant pleads thy grace : Shou'd jufiice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltlefs there. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and fee The mighty woes that burthen me ; Down to the dull my life is brought, Like one long bury'd and forgot, \ I dwell in darknefs and unseen, My heart is desolate within : My thoughts in mufing filence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. ; Thence I derive a glimpfe of hope To bear mv finking fpiri's up ; I {trench my hands to God again, And thirft like parched lands for rain. ! For thee I thirft, I prav, I mourn; When will thy fmiling face return ? Shall all mv joys on earth remove, And God for ever hide his love ? Mv God, thy long delav to fave, Will fir,k thv prisoner to the grave ; Mv heart gmws faint and dim mine eye ; "Make hafte to help before I die. PSALM CXLIV. 2*f § The night is witnefs to my tears, Diftreffing pains, diftreffing fears; 0 might I hear thy morning voice, How would my weary pow'rs rejoice ! 9 In thee I truft, to theel figh And lift my weary foul on high ; For thee fit waiting all the day, And wear the tirefome hours away. 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and fhow, The paths in which mv feet fhould go-l If fnares and foes befet the mad, 1 flee to hide me near my God. 31 Teach me to do thy holy will. And leadmeto thy heav'nly hill: Let the good Spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above. 12 Then fhall my foul no more complain, The tempter then fhall rage in vain; And flefh that wasmv foe before, Shall never vex my fpirit mors, PSALM i4f Part I. Ver. 1,2. Com. Metre, Afjiflancc and ViBory in thefpiritual War/an, 'OR ever-bleffed be the Lord, F( My Saviour and mv fhield He fends his Spirit with his word, To arm me for the field. When fin and hell their force unite, He makes my foul his care ; Inflru&s me in the heav'nly fight, And-guarcU me thro' the war. A friend and helper To divine My fainting hopes fhall raife; He make* the glorious vi&'ry mine, And his fhall be the praife. 490 P S A L M CXLIV, CXLV. PSALM 144. Part II. C. M. Ver. 3, 4, 5> 6 The Vanity of Man, and the Condefcenfion of God, 1 T O R D, what is man, poor feeble man, JLj Bom of the earth at firft? His life a fhadow, light and vain, Still hafl'ning to the duft. a O what is feeble dying man, Or all his fmful race, That God fhould make it his concern To vifit him with grace! 3 That God who darts his lightnings down, Who fhakes the worlds above, What terrors wait his awful frown ! How wond'rous is his love ! PSALM 144. Part III. L. M. Ver. 12—15. Grace above Riches ; or, the happy Nation. x TT A P P Y the city, where their fons JlJL Like pillars round a palace fet, And daughters bright as polifh'd ftones Give ftrength aud beauty to the ftate. a Happy the land in culture drefs'd, Whofe flocks and corn have large increafe; Where men fecurely work or reft, Nor fons of plunder break their peace. 3 Happy the nation thus endow'd, But more divinely bleft are thofe, On whom the all-fufficient God Himfelf with all his grace beflows. P S A L M 145. Long Metre. The Gieatnefs of God. 1 1\/TY Go;3' mV KinS' thy various praife 1VJL Shall fill the remnant of my days ; Thy grace employ my humble tongue Till death and glory raife the fong. PSALM CXLV. 291 a The wings of ev'ry hour fhall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; And ev'ry fetting fun fhall fee New works of duty done for thee. 3 Thy truth and juftice I'll proclaim ; Thy bounty flows an endlefs ftream; Thy mercy fwift, thine anger flow, But dreadful to the ftubborn foe. 4 Thy works with fov'reign glory fhine, And fpeak thy Majefly divine; Let ev'ry realm with joy proclaim The found and honour of thy name, 5 Let diftant times and nations raife The long fucceffion of thy praife ; And unborn ages make my fong The joy and triumph 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 thy praife ! PSALM 345. Ver. 1—7. «■*&■ ParL 1'"°' ** The Greatnefs of God. 1 T O N G as I live I'll blefs thy name, I j My King, my God of love; My work and joy fhall be the fame, In the bright world above. a Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown, And let his praife be great; I'll fmg the honours of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat. 3 Thy grace fhall dwell upon my tongue; And while my lips rejoice, The men that hear my facred fong Shall join their cheerful voice. 4 Fathers to fons fhall teach thy nam?, And children learn thy ways ; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations found thy praife. a9^ PSALM CXLV. ,5 Thy glorious deeds oi ancient date Shall through the world be known ;. Thme arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly ftate With public fplendour ihovvn. t The world is manag'd by thy hands, Thv faints aie rui'd by love ; And thine eternal kingdom ftands,. Tho' rocks and hills remove. PSALM 145. Part II. C. M. Ver. 7, &€. The Goodnefs of God. i O W E E T is the mem'rv of thy grace, kj My God, my heav'nly King j Let age to age thy righteouhiefs In toundsof glory fing. % God reigns on high, bat ne'er confines Hisgoodneisto the fkies; Through the whole earth his bounty fhines, And ev'ry want lupplies. 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food, Thylib'ral hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths wiih good. 4. How kind are thy companions, Lord {: How flow thine anger moves! But foon he fends his pard'ning word- To cheer the fouls he loves. §, Creatures with all their endlcfs race- Thy pow'r and praile proclaim ; But faints thattafte thy richergrace Delight to blefs thy name. ' PSALM 145. Ver. 14, i7) Sec. Part. HI. C. M- Mercy to Sufferers ; or, God hearing Prayer. * T E T ev'r? ton8ue thy goodnels Ipeak, -V^i Thou fov'reign Lord of all ; Thy lhength'ning hands uphold the weak, Ani raife the poor that fall, PSALM CXLVI. -295 3s When forrow bows the fpirit down, Or virtue lies diftreft Beneath fome proud oppreiTor's frown, Thou giv'il the mourners reft. 3 The Lord fupports our finking days, And guides our giddy youth : Holy and juft are all his ways, And all his words are truth. 4 He knows the pain his fervants feel, He hears his children cry ; And their beft wiih.es to fulfil, His grace is ever nigh. g His mercy never fhall remove From men of heart fincere ; He faves the fouls, whofe humble love Isjoin'd with holy fear. 6 [His ftubborn foes his fword fhall flay, And pierce their hearts with pain ; c But none that ferve the Lord fhall fay, " They fought his aid in vain."] 7 [My lips fhall dwell upon his praife, And fpread his fame abroad ; Let all the fonsof Adam raife The honours of their God.] PSALM 146. Long Metre. Praife to Go J for his Goodnefs and Truth. p T> RAISE ye the Lord, my heart fhall joia JL In work fo pleafant, Xo divine; Now while the flefh is mine abode, And when my foul afcends to God. 2. Praife fhall employ my nobieft pow'rs, While immortality endures ; My days of praife fhall ne^er be part, While life, and thought, and being la ft. .3 Why fhould I make a man my truft? Princes muft die and turn to duft ; Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r. And thoughts all vanifh in an hour. ao4 PSALM CXLVI. 4 Happy the man, whofe hopes rely On If'ral's God : He made the £ky, And earth, and Teas, with all their train, And none (hall find his promile vain. $ His truth forever ftands fecure ; He favesth' oppreft, he feeds the poor; He lends the lab'ring confeience peace, And grants the pns'ner fwtet releafe. 6 The Lord to fight n (lores the blind; The Lord fupports the linking mind ; He helps the iiranger in diftrefs, The widow and thefatherlefs. 7 He loves the faints, he knows them well ; But turns the wicked down to hell: Thy God, O Ziou, ever reigns; Piaife him in everlafting ft rains. PSALM i*6. As the 113th Pfala. Praife to God/or his Goodveji and Truth. 1 I'LL praife my Maker with my breath, J. And treads the wicked to the duft*- *9$ PSALM CXLVIt, Pause. 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who fpreads his clouds around the fky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops defcend in vain. 6 He makes the grafs the hills adorn, And clothes the fmiling fields with corn.; The beafb with food his hands fupply, And feeds the ravens when they cry. 7 What is the creature's fkillor force, The vig'rous man, the warlike horfe, The fprightly wit, the aftive limb ? All are too mean delights for him. 8 But faints are lovely in his fight; Reviews his children with delight; He fees their hope, he knows their fear, And finds and loves his image there. PSALM 147. Second Pa rt. Long Metre, Summer and Winter. ■1 T ET Zion praife the mighty God, JLj And make his honours known abroad; For fweet the joy, our fongs to raife, And glorious is the work of praife. 2 Our children live fecure and bleft; Our fhores have peace, our cities reft; He feeds our fons with fineft wheat, And adds his bleffings to their meat. 3 The changing feafons he ordains, The early and the latter rains; His flakes of fnow like wool he fends, And thus the fpringing corn defends. 4 With hoary froft he ftrews the ground-; His hail defcends with dreadful found; His icy bands the rivers hold, And terror arms his wintry cold. PSALM CXLVII. i%r 5 Me bids the warmer breezes blow, The ice diffolves, the waters flow, But he hath nobler works and ways To call his people to his praife, 6 Thro' all our realm his laws aie mown ;. His gofpel thro' the nation known ; Ke hath not thus reveal'd his word To ev'ry land : Praife ye the Lord. PSALM 147. Vtr. 7— 9, 13— l8- C- Metre>- The Seafons of the Year. jt? TITH fongs and honour founding loud,. VV Addrefs the Lord on high ; Over the heav'ns he fpreads his cloud, And waters veil the iky. 2 He fends his fhow'rs of bleffings down- To cheer the plains below ; He makes the grafs the mouatains crown,. And corn in valleys grow, 3 He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the ravens cry ; But man who taftes his finefl wheat- Should raife his honours high. 4 His fteady counfels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the fun cut fhort his race,. And wint'ry days appear. 5 His hoary froft, his fleecy fnow>. Defcend and clothe the ground ; The liquid ftr earns foibear to flow, In icy fetters bound. 6 When from his dreadful ftores on high He pours the founding hail, The wretch that dares his God defy Shall find his courage fail. f He fends bis word and melts the fnoWj, The fields no longer mourn ; He calls the warmer gales to blow. And bids the fpring return,.. *93 PSALM CXLVIII. 8 The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word : With fongi and honours founding loud, Praife ye the fcv'reign Lord. PSALM 148. Proper Metre. Praife to God from all Creatures. 5 "\^E tribes of Adam, join X With heav'n, and earth, and feas, And offer notes divine To your Creatoi's praife. Ye holy throng, Of angels bright In worlds of light Begin the fong. a Thou fun with dazzling rays, And moon that rules the night. Shine to your Maker's praife, With ftars of twinkling lighti His pow'r declare, Ye floods on high, And clouds that fly In empty air. 3 The mining worlds above In glorious order (land, Or in fwift courfes move, By his fupreme command. He fpake the word, And all their frame From nothing ame To praife the Lord. 4 He mov'd their mighty wheels In unknown ages pad. And each his -vord fulfils, While time and nature lafr. In diff' rent ways His works proclaim His wond'rous name, And fpeak his praife. PSALM CXLVIII, Pause. 5- Let all the earth-born race, And monfters of the deep, The fiih that cleaves the feas, Or in their bofomfleep; From Tea to fhore Their tribute pay, And ftill difplay Their Maker's pow'r. 6 Ye vapours, hail, and fnow, Praife ye th' Almighty Lord, And ftormy winds that blow To execute his word. When lightnings fhinc Or thunders roar, Let earth adore His hand divine. y Ye mountains near the flues, With lofty cedars there, And trees of humbler fize That fruit in plenty bear; Beads wild and tame, Birds, flies and worms, In various forms Exalt his name. 8 Ye kings and judges, fear The Lord the fov'reign King; And while you rule us here, His heav'nly honours fing : Nor let the dream Of pow'r and ftate Make you forget His pow'r fupreme. 9 Virgins and youths engage To found his praife divine, While infancy and age Their feeble voices join ; 300 PSALM CXLVIII, Wide as he reigns His name be fung By ev'ry tongue In endlefs drains. 10 Let all the nations fear The God that rules above ; He brings his people near, And makes them tafte his love: While earth and fky Attempt his praife,. His faints fhall raife His honours high. PSALM 148. Paraphraftd. Long Metre. Univerfal Praife to God. 1 T OUD Hallelujahs to the Lord, _l_j From dillant worlds where creatures dwell: Let heav'n begin thefolemn word, And found it dreadful down to hell. Note, This PJahn nay he fung to the Tune ofjJie eld 112th or izyth Pfulm, if thtfe two Line be added to every Stanza (viz.) Each of his works his name difplays, But they can ne'er complete the praife. \Oiherwife it muflbe fung to the ufual Tunes of the Long Metre. 2 The Lord, how abfolute he reigns, Let ev'ry angel bend the knee ; Sing of his love in heav'nly ftrains, And fpeak how fierce his terrors be. 3 High on a throne his glories dwell, An awful throne of fhiningblifs : Fly thro' the world, O fun, and tell, How dark thy beams compar'd to his. 4 Awake ye tempefts and his fame, In founds of dreadful praife declare ; Let the I weet whifper of his nair.e fill ev'ry gentler breeze of ai». PSALM CXLVIII. 3at 5 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree To join their praife with blazing fire; Let the firm earth and rolling fea In this eternal fong confpire. € Ye flow'ry plains proclaim his {kill ; Ye vallies fink before his eye; And let his praife from ev'ry hill Rife tuneful to the neighb'ring fky. ^ Ye ftubborn oaks, and ftately pines, Bend your high branches and adore: Praife him, ye beafts, in dirP rent ftrains; The lamb muft bleat, the lion roar. 8 Ye birds, his praife muft be your theme, Who form'd to fong your tuneful voice; While the dumb fifh that cut the ftream In his protefting care rejoice. 9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, When nature all around you fings? Oh for a fhout from old and young, Trom humble fwains and lofty kings! io Wide as his vaft dominion lies, Make the Creator's name be known ; Loud as his thunder fhout his praife, And found it lofty as his throne. ii Jehovah! 'tis a glorious word! Oh may it dwell on ev'ry tongue! But faints who beft have known the Lord, Are bound to raife the nobleft fong. 12 Speak cf the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on ev'ry chord : From all below, and all above, Sing Hallelujah's to the Lord. FSALM 148. Short Metre Univerfal Praife: i T E T ev'ry creature join Jl^ To praife th' eternal God; Ye heav'nly hoft the fong begin, And found his name abroad. N 3o2 PSALM CXLVIII. a Thou 5jo with golden beams, And rr.oon with paler rays, Ye (iarry lights, ye twinkling flames, Shine to your Maker's praife. 3 He built thofe woilds above, And fix'd their wond'rous frame ; By his command they iland or move, And ever fpeak his name. 4 Ye vapour?, when ye rife, Or fall in (how'rs or fnow, Ye thunders muim'ring round the flues, His pow'rand glory fhow. 5 Wind, hail, and fhfhing fire, Agree to praife the Lord, When ye in dreadful ftorms confpire To execute his word. 6 By all his works above His honours beexpreft ; But faints that taftehis faving love Should fing his praifes beft. Pause Fir ft. 7 Let earth and ocean know They owe their Maker praife : Praife him, ye wat'ry worlds below, And monfters of the fea». 8 From mountains near the fky, Let his high praife refound, From humble Ibrubs and cedars high, And vales and fields around. 9 Ye lions of the wood, And tamer beafiV hat graze, Ye live upon his daily food, And he Gxpe&s your praife. 10 Ye birds of lofty wing, On high his pr.iifes bear : Or fit on flow'ry boughs 2nd fin* Your Maker's glory there. PSALM CXLIX. 3°J tj Ye reptile myriads join, T* exalt his glorious name, And flies in beaut'ous forms that mine, His wond'rous (kill proclaim. 12 By all the earth-born race, His honours be exprefs'd, But faints that know his heav'nly grace. Should learn to praife him beft. Pause Second. 33 Monarchs of wide command, Praife ye th' eternal King ; Judges, adore that fov'reign hand, Whence all your honours fpring. 1 4 Let vig'rous youth engage To found his praifes high; While growing babes and with'ring age, Their feebler voices try, €5 United zeal be fhown His wond'rous fame to raife; God is the Lord ; his name aloie Deferves our endlefs praife. t6 Let nature join with art, And all pronounce him blefl; But faints that dwell fo near his heart Should fing his praifes beft. PSALM 149. Common Metre. Praife God, all his Saints; or, the Saints judging th; World. 1 A L L ye that love the Lord, rejoice, Jl\ And let your fongs be new 5 Amidftthe church with cheerful voice His later wonders fhow. s The Jews, the people of his grace, Shall their Redeemer fing; And Gentile nations join the praife, While Zion owns her King, Na 304 PSALM CL. 3 The Lord takes pleafure in the juft; Whom Turners treat with (corn; The meek that lies defpis'd in duft Salvation fhall adorn. 4 Saints mould be joyful in their king, E'en on a dying bed ; And like the fouls in glory fing, Fo» God fhall raife the dead. 5 Then his high praife fhall fill their tongues, Their hand fhall wield the fword ; And veng'ance fhall attend their fongs, The veng'ance of the Lord. 6 When Chrifl his judgment-feat afcends, And bids the worid appear, Thrones are prepar'd for all his friends Who humbly lov'd him here. 7 Then fhall they rule with iron-rod Nations that dar'd rebel; And join thefentence of their God, On tyrants doom'd to htlL. 8 The royal finners* bound in chains, New triumph fhall afford : Such honour for the faints remains: Praife ye and love the Lord. PSALM i eo. Fer. i, 2.6. Common Metre. A Song of Praife. 1 TN God's own h.ufe pronounce his praife, JL His grace he thqse reveals ; To heav'n your joy and wonder raife, For there his glory dwells. S Let all your facred paffiom move, While you rebeaife his deeds; But the arean work of Caving love Yasur hxgiKii gmi.e exceeds* T DOXOLOGIES. 30S All that have motion, life and breath, Proclaim your Maker bleft ; Yet when my voice expires in death, My foul mall praife him beft. The CHRISTIAN DOXOLOGY, Long Metre. O God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit three in one, Be honour, praife, and glory giv'n By all on earth, and all in heav'n. Common Metre. 1 TET God the Father, and the Son, And Spirit be ador'd, Where there are works to make him known, Or faints to love the Lord. Common Metre, where the Tune includes two Stanzas 1 rT~,H E God of mercy be ador'd, X Who calls our fouls from deaths Who faves by his redeeming word> And new-creating breaih. 2 To praife the Father and the Son, And Spirit all divine, ^ % _ ._ ■ ^ %he one in three, and three in ofl4^ Let. Saint* and angels join. Short Metre, YE angels round thr -hroue, W oi > ip a I vt Fal her- p*«aJ k i& ., S H% xt :. a bi£i-5 us ispii m too, 2o0 DOXOLOGIES. As the 113th Pfalm. O W to the great and facred Three, N The Father, Son, and Spirit be Eternal praife and glory giv'n, Thro5 all the worlds where God is known, By all the angels near the throne, -And all the faints in earth and heav'n. As the 1 48/A Pfalm. rO God the Father's throne Perpetual honours raife; Glory to God the Son, To God the Spirit praife: With all our pow'rs, Eteinal King, Thy name we fing, While faith adores. FINIS. ft «^?rP w d,