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FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,   D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED   BY  HIM   TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


A 

C    O   UJL   E   C   T   ION 


O     F 


PS     A     L      M     S 


PROPER    FOR 


/ 

Christian  worship, 

IN    THREE    PA  R*T  S, 


I.  Psalms  of    DAVID,  &c. 

II.  Psalms  of  Praise  to  GOD, 

III.  Psalms  on  various  Subjects* 

JoV  a"  O  r 

—  Speaking  unto  yourf elves  in  Pfebn^  and  Hymns,  and 
fpiritual  Songs  ;   finging  and  making  Melody'  in  pup  . 
Heart,  unto  the  Lord* 

St.  Paul* 


LIVERPOOL* 

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MDCCLXX. 


PART      I. 

PSALM      S 

O    F 

DAVID,       &c. 

PSA LM  I.      Common  Metre. 
The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  wicked. 

i.  T  TOW  bleft  is  he,  who  ne'er  confents 

J7X     By  m  advice  to  walk  ; 
Nor  ftands  in  finners  ways,  nor  fits 

Where  men  profanely  talk  : 

2.  But  makes  the  perfect  law  of  God 
His  ftudy  and  delight; 

Devoutly  reads  therein  by  day, 
And  meditates  by  night ! 

3.  He'll  flourifh  ftill,  like  fome  fair  tree 
With  waters  near  its  root ; 

Frefh  as  the  leaf  his  name  fhall  live. 
His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

4.  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjuft  j 
They  no  fuch  bleffings  find  j 

A  2  Tfieir 


f 


4  PARTI. 

Their  hopes  fhall  flee,  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5.  No  hypocrite  mail  dare  to  ftand 
Before  God's  judgment-feat, 

When  ail  the  faints,  at  his  right-hand, 
In  full  affenbly  meet. 

6.  For  God  approves  the  good  man's  ways  ; 
To  happinefs  they  tend  ; 

But  finners,  and  the  paths  they  tread, 
Shall  both  in  ruin  end. 

PSALM   II.      Common  Metre. 

A  prophecy  of  the  Messiah'/  kingdom. 

1.  A   TTEND,  0  earth,  the  fix'd  decree, 
.  lJL     ^nd  learn  Jehovah's  will : 

"  Thou  art  my  fon,  lit  thou  fupreme 
"  On  ZzWs  facred  hill. 

2.  "  My  hand  fhall  give  to  thee  alone 
"  The  heathens  wide  domain  ; 

"  And  earth's  remoteft  ends  fhall  own 
"  Thy  univerfal  reign. 

3.  "  "Who  will  not  to  thy  fcepter  bow 
"  Shall  feel  thine  iron  rod, 

"  And,  crufh'd  in  helplefs  ruin,  mow 
"  Thejuftice  of  a  God." 

4.  Be  wife,  ye  princes,  learn  to  fear 
The  pow'r  of  pow'rs  fupreme  ; 

With  awful  trembling  joy  revere 
The  Lord's  exalted  name. 

5.  Receive  the  Son  with  due  refpecl ; 
Your  timely  homage  pay  ; 


PARTI.  5 

Left  he  revenge  the  bold  neglect, 

Incens'd  by  your  delay. 
6.  If  but  in  part  his  anger  rife, 

Who  can  endure  the  flame  ? 
Then  bleft  are  they  whofe  hope  relies 

On  his  moil  holy  name.' 

PSALM  IV.     Common  Metre. 

Integrity  and  -piety  the  fapport  of  good  men. 

1.  THHE  rightous  Lord  loves  upright  fouls; 

He  marks  them  for  his  own  ; 
And,  when  he  hears  their  humble  pray'r, 
Bends  from  his  gracious  throne. 

2.  ThenVill  I  fear  his  facred  name, 
Nor  dare  oppofe  his  will ; 

Commune  in  fecret  with  my  heart, 
And  bid  each  thought  be  llill. 

3.  And  whale  my  willing  hands  prefent 
This  ofFrinfyto  the  Lord, 

My  foul  defies  each  threat'ning  ill, 
And  trufls  his  faithful  word. 

4.  While  thoufancs  fearch  for  blifs  on  earth 
And  fearch,  al  is  !  in  vain  ; 

Be  mine  the  joys  his  favour  gives  ; 
Let  me  his  frriles  obtain. 

5.  One  fmile  from  thee,  my  gracious  God, 
Bids  all  my  pow'rs  rejoice  ; 

Not  all  the  pleAfure?  earth  can  yield 
Should  charge  my  happy  choice. 

6.  Secure  beneath  thy  guardian  hand, 
I  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep ; 

That 


6  PARTI. 

That  hand  protects  my  wakeful  hours, 
And  will  my  flumbers  keep. 

PSALM  V.     Common  Metre. 
For  the  LOR D's  Day  Morning. 

1.  "F     ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  fhalt  hear 

H  j     My  voice  afcending  high  j 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayV  ; 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2.  Thou  art  a  God  before  whofe  fight 
The  wicked  fhall  not  ftand  ; 

Sinners  mall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

3.  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 
To  tafte  thy  mercy  there  ; 

I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 

4.  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteoumefs  ; 

Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  flraight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

5.  The  men  who  love  and  fear  thy  name 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfill'd ; 

The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
With  favour  as  a  fhield. 

PSALM  VIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  condefcending  Goodnefs  of  GOD  to  Men. 
1.  ^"\  LORD,  how  glorious  is  thy  name, 
V^|  Thro'  all  the  earth's  extended  frame  ! 
Majeftic  fplendors  form  thy  feat 
And  heav'n  adores  beneath  thy  feet. 

2.  When 


PARTI.  j 

5.  Who  to  his  plighted  vows  and  truft 
Has  ever  firmly  flood  ; 

And  tho?  he  promife  to  his  lofs, 
Still  makes  his  promife  good. 

6.  Who  feeks  not  by  oppreiUve  ways 
His  wealth  to  multiply  ; 

Whom  no  rewards  can  ever  bribe, 
The  guiitlefs  to  deftroy. 

7.  The  man  who,  by  this  fleady  conrfe, 
Has  happinefs  infur'd, 

When  earth's  foundation  makes,  fhall  fland, 
By  providence  fecur'd. 

PSALM  XVI.     Common  Metre. 
Rejoicing  in  God. 

1.  Y  TEATHENS  to  fenfelefs  idols  hafte; 
X  JL     They  worfhip  wood  and  ftone  ; 

But  my  delightful  lot  is  caft 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

2.  His  hand  provides  my  conftant  food^ 
He  fills  my  daily  cup ; 

Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

3.  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy; 
His  counfels  are  my  light ; 

He  gives  me  kind  advice  by  day, 
And  guards  my  head  by  night. 

4.  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 
To  his  all-feeing  eye  ; 

Nor  death  nor  hell  my  hope  fhall  move. 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 

B  5.  There- 


to  P  A  11  T     I. 

5.  Therefore,  my  heart  all  grief  defies  ; 
In  death  I  will  rejoice  ; 

My  flefh  mall  reft  in  hope  to  rife, 
Wak'd  by  his  pow'rf  ul  voice. 

6.  God  will  the  paths  of  life  difplay, 
.Which  to  his  prefence  lead, 

Where  plcafure  flows  without  allay, 
And  joy  mall  never  fade. 

n  PSALM  XVIII.     Common  Metre. 
A  public  thank/giving  for  viclory, 
i.  "T^THEN  God  our  leader  mines  in  arms, 

V  V       What  mortal  heart  can  bear 
The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms, 
The  light'  ning  of  his  fpear  ? 

2.  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  dilmay'd  ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look, 

Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

3  *  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field, 

With  all  their  dreadful  fkill  ; 
Inftruefcs  their  hands  the  fword  to  wield, 

And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 

4.  *Tis  by  his  aid  our  troops  prevail, 
And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 

Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudefl  of  their  tow'rs. 

5.  The  Lord  our  Saviour  ever  lives; 
His  name  be  ever  bleft ; 

'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vict'ry  gives, 
And  gives  our  country  reft* 

On 


PART     L  ^i 

6.  On  kings  who  reign  as  David  did 

He  pours  his  bleiTmgs  down  ; 
Secures  their  honours  to  their  ieod9 

And  well  fupports  their  crown. 

PSALM  XIX.     Short  Metre. 
The  inftruclwns  of  nature  and  revelation, 

1.  T>  EH  OLD   the  lofty  Iky 

[3     Declares  its  Maker  God; 
And  all  his  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2.  The  darknefs  and  the  light 
Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  ; 

While  night  to  day  and  day  to  night 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3 .  In  ev'ry  difPrent  land 
Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known  ; 

They  fpeak  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
The  orders  of  his  throne. 

4.  He  bids  the  morning  fun 
Begin  his  glorious  way ; 

His  beams  thro*  all  the  nations  run 
And  light  and  life  convey. 

5.  But  where  he  fends  his  word 
He  fpreads  diviner  light ; 

There  finners  learn  to  know  the  Lord, 
And  guide  their  fteps  aright. 

6.  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure ; 
His  truth  without  deceit ; 

His  promife  ftands  for  ever  fure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great. 

B  2  7.  While 


12  PARTI. 

7.  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad  ; 
Accept  the  worfhip  and  the  fong, 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

PSALM  XXII.     Long  Metre. 
The  fuffenngs  ^Messiah. 

I.  TkTOW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
j^J    The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  fonaken  of  his  God. 

2t  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  fhak'd  their  heads,  and  laugh'd  in  fcorn: 
"  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  grave  5 
"  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 

3.  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
"  God  was  his  Father  and  his  friend  \ 
«  If  God  the  bleffed  lov'd  him  fo, 

«  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ?" 

4.  Barbarous  people  !    Cruel  priefts  ? 
How  they  flood  round  like  favage  beafts, 
Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  pow'r ! 

5.  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet. 
Till  ftreams  of  blood  each  other  meet : 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  dy'd. 

6.  But  God  his  Father  heard  his  cry  ; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high ; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteoufncfs, 
And  humble  finners  tafte  his  grace. 

PSALM 


P  S  A  L  M     I.  13 

PSALM  XXIII.     Long  Metre. 
GOD    our  fbepherd. 

1.  "m  yr  Y  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 
JlVA  MY  wants  &aH  a^  De  weu  ftipply'd  : 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 

2.  In  paftures  where  falvation  grows, 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft ; 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food's  divinely  bleft. 

3.  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  miftake; 
But  he  reftores  my  foul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs. 

4.  Tho'  I  walk  thro'  the  gloomy  vale, 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are ; 
My  heart  and  hope  mail  never  fail : 
For  God  my  fliepherd's  with  me  there. 

5.  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps, 
He  is  my  comfort,  he  my  ftay ; 

His  ftaff  fupports  my  feeble  fteps  j 
His  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 

6.  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  children  all  their  days ; 
Then  fhall  his  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  pray'r  and  praife. 

PSALM   XXIV.     Common  Metre. 
Accefs  to  GOD  in  worjhip. 
j .  nr^Ii  E  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's, 

JL'      With  Adam's  num'rous  race  j 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 

And  built  it  on  the  feas.  2,  But 


14  PARTI. 

2.  But  who  among  the  fons  of  men 
May  vilit  his  abode  ? 

He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3.  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 
The  bleffing  of  his  grace ; 

This  is  the  iot  of  thofe  who  feek 
Their  heav'nly  Father's  face. 

4.  Now  let  our  fouls'  immortal  pow'rSj 
To  meet  the  Lord  prepare  ; 

Lift  up  their  everlafting  doors  y 
The  King  of  Glory's  near. 

5.  The  King  of  Glory !  who  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 

He  rules  the  nations  ;  but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM  XXV.  .  Short  Metre. 
GOD    the  guide  of  his  fervants* 
i.-Y^THOE'ER,  with  humble  fear, 

Wf     To  God  his  duty  pays, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  a  faithful  guide 
In  all  his  righteous  ways. 

2.  For  God  to  all  his  faints 
His  holy  will  imparts  ; 

And  will  his  gracious  cov'nant  write 
In  their  obedient  hearts. 

3.  He  thofe  in  virtue  guides 
Who  his  direction  feek  ; 

And  in  his  facred  paths  will  lead 
The  humble  and  the  meek. 

4.  Thro' 


PARTI.  15 

4.  Thro'  all  the  ways  of  God 
Both  truth  and  mercy  mine, 

To  thofe  who,  with  religious  hearts, 
To  his  bleft  will  incline. 

5.  Let  all  my  righteous  deeds 
To  full  perfection  life  ; 

Becaufe  my  firm  and  conftant  hope 
On  thee,  O  God,  relies. 

PSALM  XXVII.     Common  Metre. 
Truft  in  GOD  a  fupport  under  troubles* 

1.  QOON  as  I  heard  my  father  fay, 
\^     "  Ye  children  feek  my  grace  (■' 

My  heart  reply'd,  without  delay, 
"  I'll  feek  my  father's  face. 

2 .  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 
Nor  frown  my  foul  away ; 

God  of  my  life,  I  fiy  to  thee 
In  a  diftreffing  day. 

3.  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 
Leave  me  to  want  or  die ; 

My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4.  My  fainting  heart  had  dy'd  for  grief, 
Had  not  my  foul  belie v'd 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief; 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5.  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 
And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 

He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope, 

PSALM 


16  PARTI. 

PSALM  XXIX.     Long  Metre. 
GOD  the  thunderer. 
i.  g^%  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fbns  of  fame, 
\JT  Give  to  the  Lord,  renown  and  pow'r: 
Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2.  Jehovah,  with  an  awful  noife, 
The  watry  clouds  afunder  breaks : 
The  ocean  trembles  at  his  voice, 

When  God  from  heav'n  in  thunder  fpeaks. 

3.  How  full  of  pow'r  that  voice  appears, 
With  what  majeftic  terror  crown'd, 
Which  from  their  roots  tall  cedars  tears, 
And  ftrews  their  fcatter'd  branches  round ! 

4.  That  voice  the  folid  oaks  can  make, 
And  drip  the  fpreading  forefts  bare : 
His  glory  hear  it  loudly  fpeak, 

And  thro*  the  heav'ns  his  pow'r  declare. 

5.  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood  \ 
The  thund'rer  reigns  for  ever  king ; 
But  makes  his  church  his  bleft  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fmg. 

PSALM  XXXII.     Long  Metre. 
The  happinefs  of  the  penitent, 

1.  T>  EYOND  expreffion  bleft  is  he 

Jj  Whofe  num'rous  fins  are  cover'd  o'er; 
The  humble  foul  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  his  guilty  deeds  no  more. 

2.  He  mourns  his  finful  follies  paft,         > 
And  keeps  his  heart  with  conltant  care ; 

His 


PARTI.  17 

His  lips  and  life  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  his  penitence  fincere. 

3 1  The  man  who  hides  his  confcious  guilt, 
Shall  pine  beneath  a  fecret  wound ; 
But  he  that  owns  and  leaves  his  faults, 
With  peace  and  pardon  mail  be  crown'd. 

4.  The  Lord  hath  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
Free  to  difpenfe  his  mercies  there  $ 
That  finners  may  approach  his  face, 
And  hope  and  love,  as  well  as  fear« 

PSALM  XXXIII.  Seclion  ijl.  Common  Metre. 

The  works  of  creation  a?id  providence. 

1.  T)  EJOICE,  ye  righteous  in  the  Lord  ; 

[\     This  work  belongs  to  you  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  works,  his  word, 
How  holy,  juft,  and  true. 

2.  Let  all  your  facred  paflions,  mov'd, 
In  joyful  concert  meet ; 

And  chearful  fongs  of  loud  applaufe 
The  harmony  compleat. 

3.  For  faithful  is  the  word  of  God, 
His  works  with  truth  abound ; 

Juftice  he  loves,  and  all  the  earth 
Is  with  his  goodnefs  crown'd. 

4.  His  wifdom  and  almighty  word 
The  heav'nly  arches  rear'd  ; 

And  all  the  beauteous  hofts  of  light 
At  his  command  appear'd. 

5 .  He  bid  the  fwelling  waters  flow 
To  their  appointed  deep  j 

C  The 


i8  PARTI. 

The  flowing  feas  their  limits  know, 
And  their  own  ftation  keep. 

6.  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 
With  awe  before  him  ftand ; 

He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  refts  oh  his  command. 

7.  Whatever  the  mighty  Lord  decrees 
Shall  ftand  for  ever  fine  ; 

The  fettled  purpofe  of  his  heart 
For  ever  mall  endure. 

PSALM  XXXIII.    Sea.  2d.  As  113th  Pfalm. 
Creatures  vain,  and  GOD  all-fujficitnt. 

1.  jt^\  Happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
\^/  Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word, 
And  builds  his  church  his  earthly  throne ! 

His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys  ; 
*He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways  ; 
But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown. 

2.  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft, 

And  of  his  ftrength  the  champion  boaft  ; 

In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  rely  ; 
In  vain  we  trail  the  brutal  force, 
Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  an  horfe, 

To  guard  his  rider  or  to  fly. 
g.  The  eye  of  thy  companion,  Lord, 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford, 

When  deaths  or  dangers  threat'ning  ftand  ^ 
Thy  watchful  eye  preierves  the  juft, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 

When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land. 

4.  la 


PARTI.  19 

4.  In  ficknefs  or  the  bloody  field, 
Thou  our  phyfician,  thou  our  mield, 

Send  us  falvation  from  thy  throne ; 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  ihine  j 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM  XXXIV,     Common  Metre. 
Remarkable  deliverances  celebrated. 

1.  T^HRO'  all  the  changing  fcenes  of  life3 

X       In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praifes  of  my  God  fhall  Hill 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2.  Of  his  deliv'rance  I  will  boaft, 
Till  all  who  are  diftrefs'd 

From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  footh  their  griefs  to  reft. 

3.  O  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
With  me  exalt  his  name : 

To  him  in  my  diftrefs  I  calPd  j 
He  to  my  refcue  came. 

4.  The  hofts  of  God  encamp  around 
The  dwellings  of  the  juft ; 

His  pow'rful  arm  protects  the  men 
Who  make  his  name  their  truft. 

5.  With  grateful  hearts  obferve  his  ways, 
And  on  his  goodnefs  reft  ; 

So  will  your  own  experience  prove      t 

That  pious  fouls  are  bleft. 
f0  For  while  his  fear  infpires  your  breafts, 

His  mercy  will  be  nigh, 

C  2  To 


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*o  PARTI. 

To  guard  your  lives  from  threatening  ills, 
And  all  your  wants  fupply. 

PSALM  XXXVI.     Long  Metre. 
The  perfections  and  providence  of  GOD. 

I.  T  JIG  H  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
Xi    Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  Ihines  \ 
Ihy  truth  mall  break  thro'  ev'ry  cloud 
Which  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns« 

2. For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  {lands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  j 
Great  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3.  Thy  mercy  makes  the  earth  its  care  ; 
lliy  providence  is  kind  and  large ; 
Angels  and  men  thy  bounty  {hare  y 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge. 

4.  Since  of  thy  goodnefs  all  partake. 
With  what  afTurance  may  the  juft 

Thy  fhelt'ring  wings  their  refuge  make^ 
And  faints  to  thy  protection  trufl  ? 

5.  Such  guefts  mall  to  thy  courts  be  hd9 
And  there  enjoy  a  rich  repaft  ; 

There  drink,  as  from  a  fountain's  head. 
Of  joys  which  mall  for  ever  laft. 

6.  With  thee  the  fprings  of  life  remain  ; 
Thy  prefence  is  eternal  day  : 

O  let  thy  faints  thy  favour  gain  ; 
To  upright  hearts  thy  truth  difplay. 


PSALM 


PARTI-  21 

PSALM  XXXVII.     Common  Metre. 

The  ivay  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  wicked 

compared* 
i.  "Jl  /TY  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men 

X\jL     Are  order' d  by  thy  will ; 
Tho'  they  fhould  fall,  they  rife  again, 

Thy  hand  fupports  them  fcill. 
2.  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways  ; 

Their  virtue  he  approves  ; 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 

Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves, 
g.  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home  ; 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 

Of  bleflings  long  to  come. 

4.  The  haughty  fmner  have  I  feen, 
Nor  fearing  man  or  God, 

Like  a  tall  bay-tree  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  its  arms  abroad  : 

5.  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 
Deftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen  ; 

Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found, 

Where  all  the  pride  had  been. 
60  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 

His  fev'ral  fteps  attend ; 
True  pleafure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 

And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM   XXXIX.     Common  Metre. 

The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 
1 .  rT^E ACH  me  the  meafure  oi  my  days, 
Y      Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  j 


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I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2.  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boaft, 
An  inch  or  two  of  time ; 

Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 

3 .  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 
Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain, 

They  rage  and  ftrive,  defire  and  love, 
But  all  the  noife  is  vain. 

4.  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  fliow ; 
Some  dig  for  mining  ore  ; 

They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  not  who, 
And  ftraight  are  feen  no  more. 

5.  What  mould  I  wifh  or  wait  for  then 
From  creatures,  earth  and  duft  ? 

They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  truft. 

6.  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
My  fond  deiires  recall ; 

I  give  my  mortal  intereft  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

PSALM  XL.     Common  Metre. 
The  obedience  of  the  Messiah. 

1.  rr-iHUS  faith  the  Lord,  "Your  work  is  vain  \ 

"  Give  your  burnt  ofPrings  o'er ; 
"  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  flain 
"  My  foul  delights  no  more." 

2.  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,  I'm  here, 
"  My  God,  to  do  thy  will  > 

«  What 


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«  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare, 

«  Thy  fervant  fliall  fulfil, 
3 . "  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

"  I  keep  it  near  my  heart  $ 
"  Mine  ears  are  open  with  delight 

"  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4.  And  fee,  the  bleft  redeemer  comes ; 
The  fcn  of  God  appears  ; 

And  at  tlr*  appointed  time  affumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5.  Much  he  reveal'd  his  father's  grace, 
And  much  his  truth  he  fhew'd ; 

And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoufnefs, 
Where  great  affemblies  flood. 

6.  His  father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart  5 
He  pity'd  finners  cries  : 

And,  to  compleat  the  Saviour's  part, 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 

PSALM    XLV.     Common  Metre, 

Messiah  the  king  of  the  church, 

1 .  "TIT  TE'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  our  king; 

YV       How  bright  his  glories  are  ! 
None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  our  Lord  compare. 

2 .  Kind  is  his  fpeech  and  heav'nly  grace 
Upon  his  lips  is  fhed  ; 

His  God  with  bleffings  numberlefs 
Hath  crown' d  his  facred  head. 
&  3.  Gird  on  thy  fword,  victorious  prince  ^ 
Ride  with  majeftic  fway  ; 

Thy 


24  PARTI. 

Thy  terror  fliall  ftrike  thro'  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey* 

4.  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  ftands  5 
Thy  word  of  grace  mall  prove 

A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thine  hands, 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  love. 

5.  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  flill ; 
But  mercy  is  thy  choice  ; 

And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  ihall  fill 
With  moft  peculiar  joys. 

PSALM  XLVI.     Long  Metre, 
The  fafety  of  good  men  amidft  general  calamities. 

1 .  /^1  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

\Jf  When  ftorms  of  fharp  diftrefs  invade  j 
E'er  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 

2 .  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurPd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there  j 
Convulfions  fhake  the  folid  world  ; 
Our  faith  mail  never  yield  to  fear. 

3.  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar  \ 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 
While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  more, 
Trembles  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide. 

4.  There  is  a  ftream,  whofe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ; 
life,  love,  and  joy  Hill  gliding  thro', 
And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 

5.  That  facred  ilream,  thine  holy  word, 
Supports  our  hope,  our  fear  controuls ; 

Sweet 


PARTI.  25 

Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  llrength  to  fainting  fouls. 

PSALM  L.    Section  ift.     Proper  Tune. 
The  I  aft  judgment, 
ikrT1HE  God  of  glory  lends  his  fumrnons  forth, 
X    Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the 
north : 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  order's  fpread, 
Thro'  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  trumpet  founds :  hell  trembles;  heaven  rejoices; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  ch  earful 'voices. 

2.  No  more  mall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay ; 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more:  behold  the  day; 
Behold  the  judge  defc  ends ;  his  guards  are  nigh; 
Tempef Is  and  fire  attend  him  round  the  Iky. 
When  GOD  appears,  all  nature  fh all  adore  him  ; 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

3.  "  Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near  \  let  all 

things  come, 
"  To  hear  my  juiiice  and  the  finner's  doom  ; 
"  B  ut  gather  lirit  my  faints  (the  j  udge  commands) 
"Bring  them,  yeangels,  from  their  diftant  lands." 
Our  GOD  is  come  :  wake  every  ch  earful '  paJJion9 
And fi>  out,  ye  faints,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

4.  "  Here  (faith  the  Lord)  ye  angels,  fpread 

their  thrones, 
"  And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons  :— 
"  Come  my  belov'd,  poffefs  the  joys  prepar'd 
"  E'er  time  began  ;  'tis*  your  divine  reward." 
Judgment  proceeds  :  ye  faints,  join  all  your  voices  ; 
Raif?  your  triumphant  fongs,  for  heav'n  rejoices.-- 
D  5.  Approach 


26  PARTI. 

5. "  Approach  my  throne,ye  wicked  and  profane, 
"  Receive  your  doom,  nor  call  my  threatnings 

vain  : 
"  No  longer  lodge  the  impious  thought  within, 
"  That  the  All -holy  will  indulge  your  fin :" 
GOD  is  the  judge  of  hearts  :  no  fair  difguifes 
Canfcreen  the  guilty,  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

.6.  Silent  1  waited  with  long-fuff'ring  love  ; 
"  You  vainly  hop'd  that  I  mould  ne'er  reprove; 
"But  fee,  my  vengeance  wakes ;  my  thunder 
rolls;  [fouls." 

"And  confcious  guilt  condemns  your  wretched 
Judgment  concludes;  hell  trembles;  heaven  rejoices; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  chearf id  voices. 

PSALM  L.  Seclion  id.     Common  Metre. 

Obedience  better  than  facrifice. 

i.nTTriUS  faith  the  Lord,"  The  fpacious  fields, 
j[_       "  And  fiocks  and  herds  are  mine  \ 

"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
"  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2."  I  afk  no  fheep  for  facrifice, 
"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 

"  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"  Is  all  that  I  require. 

3.  Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 
"  My^hand  mall  fet  thee  free  ; 

"  Then  iliall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honour  due  to  me. 

4.  The  man  who  offers  humble  praife, 
"  lie  glorifies  me  befi : 

"  And 


PARTI.  27 

"  And  thofe  who  tread  my  holy  ways 
"  Shall  my  falvation  tafte.,, 

PSALM  LI.     Long  Metre. 
A  penitential  ffahn. 
j,  f\  God  of  grace,  my  crimes  forgive; 
\J  Let  a  repenting  finner  live  ; 
Behold  me  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2.  O  warn  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 

And  make  my  guilty  confcience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  paft  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

3.  Before  thee,  O  my  God,  alone 

The  heinous  deeds  of  guilt  were  done  j 
Before  thee,  proftrate  in  the  duft, 
I  own  thine  awful  fentence  juft. 
4. 1  might  be  banifh'd  from  thy  face, 
Like  the  vile  offspring  of  difgrace ; 
And,  like  a  bafe  and  fpurious  birth, 
Be  made  the  lhame  and  fcorn  of  earth. 

5.  That  inward  truth  thy  laws  require 

Thy  righteous  judgments,  Lord,  infpires 
Opprefs'd  with  deep  remorfe  I  lie, 
Beneath  thine  heart-difcerning  eye0 

6.  No  rites  can  eafe  my  fecret  pain, 
Or  wafh  away  the  guilty  ftain ; 
Only  thy  mercy  can  impart 
Pardon  and  comfort  to  my  heart. 

7.  Lord,  call  me  not  in  wrath  away. 
Nor  hide  thy  fpirit's  chearing  ray  °7 

D  2  The 


23  PA  R  T      I. 

The  joys  thy  favour  gives  reft  ore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 
8.  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my.  King, 
Is  all  the  offering  I  can  bring  ; 
The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

PSALM  LV.     Common  Metre. 

Dally  devotion, 

E  T  fiimers  take  their  foolifh  courfe_ 
And  choofe  the  road  to  death  ; 
But  in  the  worfliip  of  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2.  By  morning-light  I'll  feek  his  face  \ 
At  noon  repeat,  my  cry  ; 

The  night  fhall  hear  me  afkhis  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny, 

3.  God  fhall  preferve  my  foul  from  fear. 
Or  fhield  me  when  afraid  ; 

And  guardian  angels  fhall  be  near, 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

4.  With  all  my  troubles  and  my  cares 
I'll  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 

I'll  c aft  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

5.  His  pow'rful  arm  fhall  well  fuftain 
The  children  of  his  love  ; 

The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  refts 
No  earthly  pow'r  can  move* 


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PSALM  LVII.      Long  Metre. 

A  general  act  of  praife. 

1.  T>  E  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

JJj  Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell  \ 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

2.  My  heart  is  fix'd;  my  tongue  fhall  raife 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name'; 
Awake  my  tongue  to  found  his  praife, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

3. In  thee,  my  God,  are  all  the  fprings 
Of  boundlefs  love,  and  grace  unknown  ; 
All  the  rich  bleilings  nature  brings 
Are  gifts  defcending  from  thy  throne. 

4.  High  o'er  the  earth  thy  gotdnefs  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmoii  iky ; 

Thy  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dirlblve  and  die. 

5.  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM  LX.     Common  Metre. 
For  a  faft  day  In  time  of  v:ar, 

1.  T     ORD,  haft  thou  c aft  the  nation  off? 
JS j     Muft  we  for  ever  mourn  ? 

Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  wrath  ? 
Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2.  The  terror  of  one  frown  of  thine 
Melts  all  our  ftrength  away  j 

Like 


go  PARTI. 

Like  men  that  totter  drunk  with  wine, 
We  tremble  in  difmay. 

3 .  The  kingdom  fhakes  beneath  thy  ftroke* 
And  dreads  thy  threat'ning  hand  j 

O  heal  the  nation  thou  haft  broke ; 
Confirm  the  wav'ring  land, 

4.  Lift  up  a  banner  in  the  field 
For  thofe  who  fear  thy  name ; 

Protect  thy  fervants  with  thy  fliield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  ihame. 

5.  Go  with  our  armies  to  the  fight* 
Like  a  confed'rate  God  ; 

In  vain  confed'rate  pow'rs  unite 
Againft  thy  lifted  rod* 

6.  Our  troops  fliall  gain  a  wide  renown 
By  thine  aflifting  hand  ; 

*Tis  Gop  who  treads  the  mighty  down, 
And  makes  the  feeble  ftand. 

PSALM  LXI.     Short  Metre. 
Safety    in    GOD, 

1 .  "\\  THEN,  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 

VV       My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helplefs,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

2.  O  lead  me  to  the  rock 
That's  high  above  my  head, 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 

My  fhelter  and  my  fhade. 
g.  Within  thy  prefence,  Lord, 

I  ever  would  abide  j 

Thou 


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Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence, 

The  refuge  where  I  hide. 
4.  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  who  fear  thy  name ; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 

I  mail  poflefs  the  fame. 

PSALM  LXII.     Long  Metre. 

Confidence  in  GOD,  not  in  creatures. 

1.  *m  /|"Y  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  • 

jL V JL  My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne ; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  ilraits, 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2.  Truft  him,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways  ; 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-fufficient  aid. 

3 .  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree  ; 
The  meaner  fort  are  vanity  \ 
Both,  in  the  fcale  of  truth,  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4.  Make  not  encreafing  gold  your  truft  ; 
Nor  fet  your  hearts  on  glitt'ring  .dull  : 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  hath  fpoke? 

5.  Once  hath  his  awful  voice~declar'd, 
Once  and  again  mine  ears  have  heard* 
"  All  powV  is  his  eternal  due ; 

"  He  mull  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too." 


6.  For  fov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone  ; 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne : 

Tlr 


32  PARTI. 

Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lor  ft4, 
Shall  well  appoint  our  laft  reward. 

PSALM  LXIII.    As  the  1 1 3th  Pfalrm 

For  the  Lord's  day  morning* 

i.  TPO  tnee?  my  God,  without  delay, 
J[     My  morning  homage  I  will  pay  -} 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look  : 
So  travellers  in  defert  lands, 
'Miclft  fultry  gleams  and  fcorching  fands, 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

2.  Within  thy  courts  I've  feen  thy  pow'r, 
And  learn'd  to  prize  the  favour  more 

Than  life  itfelf  with  all  its  joys  : 
There  let  thy  fmiles  again  appear, 
Again  my  drooping  fpirit  chear, 

And  to  thy  praiie  attune  my  voice  .>- 

3.  Not  all  the  dainties  of  a  feait, 
Can  give  fuch  pleafures  to  my  tafte, 

As  from  thy  facred  pre  fence  fpring  \ 
Then  till  my  laft  expiring  day, 
I'll  lift  my  hands  to  praiie  and  pray, 

And  tune  my  joyful  lips  to  fing. 

4.  When  darknefs  calls  my  pow'rs  to  reft. 
Faith  in  thy  goodnefs  makes  me  blcft  \ 

And,  'midft  the  wakeful  hours  of  nighty 
With  joy  I  fee  thy  mercy  fpread 
Its  guardian  wings  around  my  head, 

And  fearlefs  wait  the  morning  light. 

PSA: 


PARTI.  33 

PSALM  LXV.     Section  ift.     Long  Metre. 
The  goodnefs  of  GOD  in  the  feafons  of  the  year, 
i .  nr-irF  Almighty  bids  the  morning  ray, 
_J_     Smile  in  the  eair.  and  bring  the  day  \ 

He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 

Over  the  tops  of  weftern  hills. 

2.  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice ; 
The  evening  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fhow'rs, 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  dreft  in  flow'rs. 

3.  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  ftores  on  high, 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  dilpenfe. 

4.  The  defart  grows  a  fruitful  held  5 
Abundant  fruit  the  vallies  yield  5 
The  vallies  fhout  with  chearful  voice, 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  the  joys. 

5.  The  paftures  fmile  in  green  array  ; 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb 
Each  in  its  language  fpeaks  his  name. 

6.  His  works  pronounce  his  powV  divine  ; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  his  glories  firine ; 
Thro'  ev'ry  month  his  gifts  appear  :— *- 
Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year* 

PSALM  LXV.  Sedionid.  Common  Metre. 

The  blejfings  of  fpring, 
I-  f^\  OOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  king, 
\jr     Who  makes  the  earth  his  care, 

E  Vifitt 


34  PARTI. 

Viiits  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 

2.  The  clouds,  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high, 
Pour  out,  at  his  command, 

Their  wat'ry  bieflings  from  the  Iky, 
To  chear  the  thirity  land. 

3.  The  fbften'd  ridges  of  the  field 
Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  ; 

The  vallies  rich  provilion  yield, 
And  the  poor  labourers  iing. 

4.  The  little  hills,  on  ev'ry  fide, 
Rejoice  at  falling  fhow'rs  ; 

The  meadows,  drefs'd  in  all  their  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

5.  The  barren  clods,  refrefh'd  with  rain, 
Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 

The  parching  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 

6.  The  various  months  God's  goodnefs  crown  % 
How  bounteous  are  his  ways ! 

The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  Ihepherds  ihout  his  praife. 

PSALM  LXVI.      Common  Metre. " 
The  /over  eign  dominion  of  GO  D. 
i.  OING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 

fcj     Sing  with  a  joyful  voice ; 
With  melody  of  found  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 
2 .  Say  to  the  pow'r  that  ihakes  the  fky, 
"  How  terrible  art  thou ! 

"  Before 


PART     I,  35 

"  Before  thy  face  thy  foes  muft  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  muft  bow." 

3.  Come  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God  ; 
His  fov'reign  pow'r  confefs  ; 

In  folemn  hymns  your  inward  dread 
Of  his  great  name  exprefs. 

4.  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 
While  Ifrael  pafs'd  the  flood  ; 

Th'  aftonihVd  tribes  purfu'd  their  way, 
And  triumph'd  in  their  God. 

5.  God  by  his  pow'r  for  ever  rules  5 
His  eyes  the  world  furvey  ; 

Let  no  prefumptuous  mortal  dare 

Oppofe  his  fov'reign  fway. 
6„  O  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe  ; 

Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 
He  keeps  our  lives,  maintains  our  peace, 

And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

PSALM  LXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

GOD  the  guardian  of  the  righteous. 

1.  T^O  God  your  voice  in  anthems  raife ; 

Jehovah  is  the  name  he  bears ; 
In  him  rejoice,  proclaim  his  praife, 
Who  rides  upon  the  rolling  fpheres. 

2 .  Thofe  who  obey  his  fov'reign  will 
His  favour's  ch earing  beams  enjoy  ; 
Their  upright  hearts  let  gladnefs  fill, 
And  grateful  fongs  their  tongues  employ. 

j.Afcribe  ye  pow'r  to  Go;    moft  high; 
Of  humble  fouls  his  handVakes  care, 

E  2  Whofe 


3<5  PARTI. 

Whofe  ftrength,  from  out  the  dufky  Iky, 
Darts  mining  terrors  thro'  the  air. 
4.  Tho'  glory  fills  his  heav'nly  courts, 
There  hath  he  fix'd  his  gracious  throne ; 
His  arm  the  feebleft  faint  fupports  ; 
To  God  give  praife,  to  him  alone. 

PSALM   LXX.     Common  Metre. 
Dependence  on  GO  D  thro*  every  ft  age  of  life* 
i.  *]^  /|~Y  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 

J[ V A     I  nve  uPon  thy  truth  ; 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  flrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 

2.  My  flefli  was  fafhion'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  wonder  feen 
With  each  returning  year  : 

Behold  the  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  truft  them  to  thy  care. 

4.  Call  me  not  off  when  ftrength  declines 
When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 

And  round  me  let  thy  goodnefs  fhine 
Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5.  Then  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age, 
When  men  review  my  days, 

They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page> 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praife* 


PART    I.  37 

PSALM  LXXII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Messiah' s  kingdom. 

1.  /^1  REAT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 
\jr  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey5 
The  kingdom  give  to  David 's  fon, 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

2.  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands ; 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands  ; 
His  juftice  mall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3.  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  die  juft, 
And  treads  th'  oppreffor  in  the  duft  ; 
His  worlhip  and  his  fear  fliall  iaft, 
Till  hours  and  years  and  time  be  pari. 

4.  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  mall  he  fend  his  influence  down : 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thfrfty  hills. 

5.  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  ihades  of  over-fpreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  firfl  dawning  light, 
And  deferts  bloffom  at  the  fight. 

6.  The  faints  ihall  flourifh  in  his  days, 
Dreil  in  t  le  robes  of  joy  arid  praife  ; 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown* 

PSALM  LXXIII.     Common  Metre. 
GOD  cur  frefent  f upper t  and  future  portion, 

1 .  /^1  O  D  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 
%jr     My  help  for  ever  near, 

Thy 


38  PARTI. 

Thy  prefence  cheers  ^ry  drooping  foul, 
And  banifhes  my  fear. 

2 .  Thy  counfels  mall  conduct  my  feet 
Thro'  this  dark  wildernefs  ; 

Thy  hand  mall  place  me  near  thy  feat,  - 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3.  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 
'T would  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 

And,  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4.  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  were  broke. 
And  flefh  and  heart  mould  faint ; 

God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

5.  To  raife  my  thoughts  to  thee,  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 

My  tongue  fhall  found  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

PSALM  LXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  providence  of  GO  D  recorded  to  foJlerltys 

I.T    ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
JLj     Which  God  perform5 d  of  old  ; 

Which  in  our  younger  years  we  faw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2.  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, 
His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  ; 

And  we5ll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Thrb5  ev5ry  rifing  race. 

3.  Our  lips  fhall  tell  them  to  our  fons, 
And  they  again  to  theirs  j 

That 


PARTI.  39 

That  generations  yet  unborn 

May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 
4.  Thus  mall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  fecurely  ftands  ; 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 

But  practife  his  commands. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.    As  the  148th  PfaJm. 
The  pleafures  of  public  worfhip. 

1 .  "I      ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
I  j  How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are ! 

To  thine  abode 
My  heart  afpires, 
With  warm  defires 
To  fee  my  God. 

2 .  To  fpend  one  facred  day 
Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thoufand  days  befide ; 
Where  God  reforts, 
I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door 
Than  mine  in  courts. 

3.  For  God  his  people  loves, 
His  hand  no  good  with-holds 
From  thofe  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls ; 

Thrice  bleft  is  he, 
O  Lord  of  hofts, 
Whofe  fpirit  trufts 
Alone  in  thee. 

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4o  P  A  R  T      L 

4.  O  happy  fouls  that  pray- 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear! 
O  happy  men  who  pay 
Their  conftant  fervice  there  i 

They  praife  thee  ftill ; 
And  happy  they 
Who  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 

5.  They  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrength 
Thro*  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heav'n  appears  ; 
O  glorious  feat, 
When  God  our  king 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  Feet  i 

PSALM  LXXXV,     Common  Metre, 
Prayer  for  public  deliverance. 

1.  FTHHY  favour,  gracious  Lord,  difplay, 

Which  we  have  long  implor'd ; 
And,  for  thy  wond'rous  mercy's  fake, 
Thy  wonted  aid  ajford. 

2.  Thine  anfwer  patiently  we'll  wait, 
For  thou  with  glad  fuccefs, 

If  they  no  more  to  folly  turn, 
Thy  mourning  faints  wilt  blefs. 

3.  To  tliofe  who  fear  thy  holy  name 
Is  thy  falvation  near  ; 

And  in  its  former  happy  ftate 
Our  nation  mall  appear. 


ror 


PARTI.  41 

4.  For  mercy  now  with  truth  is  jdin'd  J 
And  righteoufnefs  with  peace. 

Like  kind  companions  abfent  long, 
With  friendly  arms  embrace. 

5.  Truth  from  the  earth  mail  fpringjwhilftheav'n 
Shall  ftreams  of  juftice  pour  ; 

And  God,  from  whom  all  goodnefs  flows, 
Shall  endlefs  plenty  fhow'r. 

6.  Before  him  righteoufnefs  mall  march, 
And  his  juft  paths  prepare  ; 

While  we  his  holy  fleps  purfue 
With  conftant  zeal  and  care. 

PSALM  LXXXVL     Common  Metre* 

Praife  to  the  one  true  GOD, 
i.     A   MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 

XjL     There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  j 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 

Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

2 .  Thy  matchlefs  pow'r,  thy  fov'reign  fway^ 
The  Nations  mall  adore  ; 

Their  long  mifguided  pray'rs  and  praife 
To  thee,  O  God,  reftore. 

3.  All  mall  confefs  thee  great,  and  great 
The  wonders  thou  haft  done ; 

Shall  own  that  thou  art  God  fupreme, 
That  thou  art  God  alone. 

4.  While  heav'n*  and  all  who  dwell  on  high* 
To  thee  their  voices  raife, 

Let  the  whole  earth  affift  the  Iky, 
And  join  t*  advance  thy  praife* 

F  ■  PSALM 


42  PARTI. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  Setiionift.  Long  Metre. 

The  truth  of  GOD  in  the  promife  of  the  Mes  si  ah. 

I.  XT1  OR  ever  fhall  my  fong  record 
J/     The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  ftand, 
Like  heav'n  fupported  by  his  hand, 

2.' Jehovah  fpeaks,  with  gracious  voice  : 
"  David,  the  fervant  of  my  choice, 
"  Receive  the  covenant  of  my  love, 
"  Nor  doubt  the  pow'r  which  reigns  above. 

3."  While  earth  and  feas  and  fkies  remain, 
"  Thy  feed  thro'  endlefs  years  fhall  reign  ; 
"  He  is  my  chofen  king ;  his  throne 
"  Shall  ftand  unfhaken  as  mine  own." 

4.  The  words  eternal  love  hath  fpoke, 
Eternal  truth  will  ne'er  revoke ; 
The  cov'nant  Hands  for  ever  fure  ; 
The  throne  for  ever  fhall  endure. 

5.  Then  let  the  God  of  truth  and  grace 
Be  prais'd  by  all  the  heav'n-born  race ; 
And  let  afTembled  faints  below 
Prefent  the  fongs  of  praife  they  owe. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  Sea.  2d.  Common  Metre. 
The  power  and  majefly  of  GO  D. 

1.  ifc  t|  TTTH  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear 
YY       And  bow  before  the  Lord, 

His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2 .  How  wonderful  thy  glories  be ! 
How  bright  thine  armies  mine ! 

Where 


PARTI.  43 

Where  is  the  pow'r  that  vies  with  thee, 
Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine  ? 

3.  The  northern  pole  and  fouthern  reil 
On  thy  fupporting  hand  ; 

Darknefs  and  day,  from  eaft  to  weft, 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4.  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  controul, 
And  rule  the  boift'rous  deep; 

Thou  mak'ft  the  fleeping  billows  roll* 
The  rolling  billows  fleep. 

5.  Heav'n,  earth,  and  air  and  fea  are  thine, 
And  the  dark  world  of  hell : 

How  can  thine  arm  in  vengeance  mine, 
When  mortals  dare  rebel ! 

6.  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne  ; 
Yet  wond'rous  is  thy  grace  ; 

While  truth  and  mercy,  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face : 

7.  Thrice  happy  are  the  fouls  who  know 
Their  kind  inviting  voice  ; 

Peace  fhall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
Who  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

PSALM  XC.     Common  Metre. 
GOD  eternal,    and  ?nan  mortal. 

1'/^\  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 

\_J     Our  hope  for  years  to  come  ; 
Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 

And  our  eternal  home ! 
2.  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 
Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 

F  2  From 


44  PARTI. 

From  everlafting  thou  art  God  ; 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

g.A  thoufand  ages,  in  thy  fight, 

Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 

Before  the  rifing  fun. 

4.  The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 
With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 

Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

5.  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream, 
Bears  all  its  fons  away  ; 

They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

6.  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  fland, 
Pleas'd  with  the  morning-light ; 

The  flow'rs,  beneath  the  mower's  hand, 
Lie  with'ring  ere  'tis  night. 

7.  So  teach  us,  Lord,  the  heav'nly  art 
T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 

That  we  may  act  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM  XCI.     Common  Metre. 
Good  men  the  care  of  providence. 

1.  *^&7"L  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

Expos'd  to  evVy  fnare, 
Come  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling-place, 
And  try  and  truft  his  care. 

2.  No  ill  mall  enter  where  you  dwell  • 
Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh. 


PARTI.  45 

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  your  ways  ; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 

And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4. "  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 

"  I'll  fave  them  (faith  the  Lord) 
"  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 

"  Deftruction  and  the  fword. 
5."  My  grace  fhall  anfwer  when  they  call; 

"  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  : 
"  My  pow'r  fhall  help  them  when  they  fall, 

"  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 

6. "  Thofe  who  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 

"  I'll  honour  them  in  heav'n  ; 
"  There  my  falvation  (hall  be  fhown, 

"  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n." 

P  S  A  L  M  XCII.     Common  Metre. 
A  pfalm  for  the  fabbath-day. 

1.  T  TOW  good  and  pleafant  is  the  work 
J£~X     To  blefs  the  Lord  moft  high  ; 

And  with  repeated  hymns  of  praife 
His  name  to  magnify ! 

2.  With  ev'ry  morning's  early  dawn, 
His  goodnefs  to  relate  ; 

And  of  his  conftant  truth ,  each  night, 
The  glad  effects  repeat. 

3.  How  wond'rous  are  thy  works,  O  Lord, 
How  deep  are  thy  decrees ! 

Whofe 

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46  PARTI, 

Whofe  winding  track,  in  fecret  laid, 
No  though tlefs  iinner  fees. 

4.  Tho'  wicked  men,  like  blooming  flow'rs, 
A  while  look  frefh  and  gay  ; 

Soon  muft  the  fhort-liv'd  beauty  fade, 
Their  glory  pafs  away. 

5.  But  thofe  who  keep  the  laws  of  God, 
Within  his  courts  mail  thrive  ; 

Their  vigour  and  their  fruitfulnefs 
Shall  in  old-age  revive. 

6.  Thus  will  the  Lord  his  juftice  fhew  ; 
And  God,  our  ftrong  defence, 

Will  due  rewards  to  all  the  world 
Impartially  difpenfe. 

PSALM  XCIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  eternal  dominion  of  GO  D. 

1 .  'W  7TTH  glory  clad,  withftrength  array'd, 

W    The  Lord, who  o'er  all  nations  reigns, 
The  earth's  foundations  ftrongly  laid, 
And  thevaft  fabric  flill  fuftains, 

2 .  Ere  rolling  worlds  began  to  move, 

Or  ere  the  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd  abroad, 
Thine  awful  throne  was  fix'd  above  ; 
From  everlafting  thou  art  God. 

3.  The  floods,  O  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice, 
And  tofs  their  troubled  waves  on  high  ; 
But  God  above  can  flill  the  noife, 

And  make  the  angry  fea  comply. 

4.  Thy  fov'reign  laws  are  ever  fure  ; 
And  thofe  who  in  thy  prefence  dwell, 

That 


PARTI.  47 

That  happy  ftation  to  fecure, 
Muft  ftill  in  holinefs  excel. 

PSALM   XCV.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  the  Almighty  Sovereign. 

i.  OING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 

1^     And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme 

Exalted  be  our  voice. 
2.  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 

And  pfalms  of  honour  fing ; 
The  LoRDJs-aGoD  of  boundlefs  might, 

The  whole  creation's  King. 
j.  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  what  bounds  the  leas  mould  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  muft  ftand. 

5.  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore, 
Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 

Then  fhall  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

PSALM  XCVI.     Proper  Metre. 
GOD  the  fovereign  ruler  and  judge. 
I.  OING  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  fong; 
£j     Let  earth,  in  one  aflembled  throng, 
Her  common  patron's  praife  refound  : 

Sing 


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48  P  A  R  T     L 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  and  blefs  his  name, 
From  day  to  day  his  praife  proclaim, 

Who  hath  the  world  with  bleflings  crown 'd  i 
To  heathen  lands  his  fame  rehearfe, 
His  wonders  to  the  univerfe. 

2.  Great  is  the  Lord  :  his  praife  be  great 
Who  fits  on  high  enthron'd  in  ftate ; 

To  him  alone  let  anthems  rife : 
The  gods  the  heathen  world  adore, 
In  vain  pretend  to  fov'reign  pow'r ; 

He  only  rules  who  made  the  ikies  ; 
With  majefty  and  honour  crown'd, 
Beauty  and  ftrength  his  throne  furround* 

3.  Proclaim  aloud,  "  Jehovah  reigns, 
"  Whofe  pow'r  the  univerfe  fuftains, 

"  And  banihVd  juftice  will  reftore  ;M 
Let  therefore  heav'n  new  joys  confefs, 
And  heav'nly  mirth  let  earth  exprefs  j 

Its  loud  applaufe  the  ocean  roar ; 
Its  mute  inhabitants  rejoice, 
And  for  this  triumph  find  a  voice. 

4.  For  joy  let  fertile  vallies  fing, 

And  ch earful  groves  their  tribute  bring  : 

Let  ev'ry  human  voice  awake, 
The  Lord's  approach  to  celebrate, 
Who  will  appear  in  awful  ftate, 

And  thro'  the  earth  his  circuit  take ; 
From  heav'n  to  judge  the  world  will  come, 
With  juftice  to  reward  or  doom. 


PSALM 


PARTI.  4? 

PSALM  XCVII.     Long  Metre. 
Joy  in  the   righteous  government  of  GO D. 
i.  TEHOVAH  reigns  ;  let  all  the  earth 
In  his  juft  government  rejoice  -, 
Let  all  the  iiles,  with  facred  mirth, 
In  his  applaufe  unite  their  voice. 

2 .  Darknefs  and  clouds  of  awful  made 
His  dazzling  glory  fhroud  in  ftate : 
Juftice  and  truth  his  guards  are  made, 
And,  fix'd  by  his  pavilion,  wait. 

3.  Above  earth's  potentates  enthron'd, 
Jehovah  dwells  exalted  high  ; 
Supreme  by  other  gods  is  own'd, 
And  reigns  unrivall'd  in  the  Iky. 

4.  The  fov'reign  king  loves  upright  fouls, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  fincere  J 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

The  men  who  his  own  image  bear. 

5.  The  feeds  of  endlefs  light  are  fown, 
A  glorious  harveft  for  the  juft  ; 

To  them  his  favour  mail  be  fhewn  j 
He'll  recornpenfe  their  pious  truft. 

5.  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord  $ 
In  fongs  of  praife  your  joy  exprefs  ; 
Deep  in  your  thankful  hearts  record 
Memorials  of  his  holinefs. 


PSALM  XCIX.     Short  Metre. 
A  holy  GOD  wor/blpped  with  reverence* 
XALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  worihip  at  his  feet ; 

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His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
While  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2.  How  glorious  is  his  name ! 
How  awful  is  his  praife ! 

Juftice  and  truth  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

3.  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  fear ; 

Let  fiiiners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  faints  be  humble  there. 

4.  When  Ifrael  was  his  church, 
When  Aaron  was  his  pi  ieif , 

When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd, 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

5.  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 
Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  ; 

But  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known, 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

6.  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
Whofe  grace  is  flill  the  fame ; 

Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

PSALM  C.     Long  Metre. 
GOD  the  ohjecl  of  univerfal  worJJnp, 

1.  l|^TTlTIi  one  confent  let  all  the  earth 

VV     T°  GoD  tne*r  chearful  voices  raife; 
Glad  homage  pay  with  facred  mirth, 
And  fmg  before  him  fongs  of  praife. 

2.  Convinc'd  that  he  is  God  alone, 
From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed  \ 

We 


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We  whom  he  choofes  for  his  own, 
The  flock  which  he  vouchfafes  to  feed. 

l>  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy  ; 
With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair  -y 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  therea 

4.  For  he's  the  Lord  fupremely  good  > 
His  mercy  is  for  ever  fure  ; 
His  truth,  which  always  firmly  ftood9 
To  endlefs  ages  fhall  endure. 

PSALM  CII.     Common  Metre. 
The  immutability  of  GO D. 

1.  rTHHR-O'  endlefs  years  thou  art  the  fame? 

O  thou  eternal  God  ! 
Ages  to  come  fhall  know  thy  name. 
And  tell  thy  works  abroad. 

2.  The  ftrong  foundations  of  the  earth 
Of  old  by  thee  were  laid  ; 

By  thee  the  beauteous  arch  of  heav'n 
With  matchlefs  fkill  was  made. 

3.  Soon  fhall  this  goodly  frame  of  things, 
Form'd  by  thy  pow'rful  hand, 

Be,  like  a  vefture,  laid  afide, 
And  chang'd  at  thy  command. 

4.  But  thy  perfections,  all-divine, 
Eternal  as  thy  days, 

Thro'  everlafting  ages  fhine, 
With  undiminifh'd  rays. 

5.  Thy  fervants  children,  frill  thy  care, 
Shall  own  their  Father's  God  ; 

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To  latefi:  times  thy  favour  fliare, 
And  fpread  thy  praife  abroad. 

PSALM  CHI.     Long  Metre. 
The  mercies  of  GO  D  gratefully  acknowledged. 

1.  A   WAKE,  my  foul,  awake  my  tongue  ; 
XX  My  God  demands  the  grateful  fong  : 
Let  all  my  inmoft  pow'rs  record 

The  wond'roas  mercy  of  the  Lord. 

2 .  Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favours  claim  thy  higheft  praife : 
Why  mould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  loft  in  lilence,  and  forgot  ? 

g.  Divinely  free  his  mercy  flows, 
Forgives  my  iins,  allays  my  woes  ; 
He  bids  approaching  death  remove, 
And  crowns  me  with  a  Father's  love. 

4.  My  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs  ; 
His  hand  fuftains  my  growing  years  j 
He  fatisfies  my  mouth  with  food, 

And  feeds  my  hopes  with  heav'nly  good. 

5.  His  mercy,  with  unchanging  rays, 
For  ever  mines,  while  time  decays  ; 
And  children's  children  fhall  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 

6.  To  thofe  who,  with  religious  awe, 
Love  and  obey  his  facred  law, 
Whofe  hearts  with  pure  devotion  glow, 
Whofe  lives  their  grateful  homage  {hew. 

7.  While  all  his  works  his  praife  proclaim, 
And  men  and  angels  blefs  his  name. 


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O  let  my  heart,  my  life,  my  tongue, 
Attend  and  join  the  facred  long. 

PSALM  CIV.     Sefiion  xft.     Long  Metre. 
The  great nefs  of  GO D. 
i.Tk  /|"Y  foul,  adore  the  fov'reign  Lord, 
J.t  Jl    Whofe   glorious   empire  knows  no 

bounds ; 
Whofe  throne,  eftablifh'd  by  his  word, 
Eternal  majefty  fui rounds. 

2 .  He  makes  the  light  his  royal  robe, 
And  dazzling  glories  vail  his  feat ; 

He  {breads  heav'ns  cm  tains  round  the  globe. 
To  form  his  canopy  of  ft  ate. 

3.  The  beams  of  his  imperial  throne 
Are  laid  on  high  in  liquid  air ; 

And,  when  he  makes  his  glory  known, 
Clouds  form  his  bright  triumphal  car. 

4.  He  bids  the  florms  obey  his  word, 
And  wait  to  form  his  awful  train  ; 

And,  while  the  winds  confefs  their  Lord, 
Walks  on  their  rapid  wings  ferene. 

5.  Angelic  hofls,  like  living  flame, 
Around  his  throne  with  reverence  fland  -y 
Or,  fwift  as  thought,  his  will  proclaim, 
And  execute  his  high  command. 

6*  While  angels  fpread  his  praife  abroad, 
Let  ev'ry  diftant  region  hear  ; 
Let  earth  adore  her  mighty  God, 
And  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear. 

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PSALM  CIV.     Seflion  id.     Long  Metre, 
All  creatures  dependent  on  GOD. 

I-  "\  T"AST  are  thy  works.  Almighty  Lord  ; 
y      All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word  : 
Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fe€  \ 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

2.  The  num'rous  race  of  creatures  ftands, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hands  \ 
And  while  each  takes  his  difF'rent  food, 
Their  chearful  looks  pronounce  it  good. 

3.  But  when  thy  face  is  hid  they  mourn, 
And  dying  to  their  dull  return  ; 
Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  refign  \ 
Life,  breath  and  fpirit,  all  is  thine. 

4.  Yet  thou  canft  breathe  on  dull  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beafts  and  men  ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 

5.  Thy  works,  the  wonders  of  thy  might, 
Are  honour'd  with  thine  own  delight ; 
How  awful  are  thy  glorious  ways  ! 

.  Thou,  Lord,  art  dreadful  in  thy  praife. 

6.  The  earth  Hands  trembling  at  thy  ftroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  fov'reign  grace. 

7.  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet ; 
Thy  praifes  mall  my  breath  employ, 
Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

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PSALM  CV.     Common  Metre. 
GOD  the  proper  objeft  of  praife  and  prayer. 

i.  ^^V  Render  thanks,  and  blefs  the  Lord, 

\^/     Invoke  his  facred  name, 
Acquaint  the  nations  with  his  deeds, 

His  matchlefs  deeds  proclaim. 

2 .  Sing  to  his  praife  in  lofty  hymns, 
His  wond'rous  works  rehearfe  ; 

Make  them  the  theme  of  your  difcourfe, 
The  fubjecT;  of  your  verfe. 

3.  Rejoice  in  his  Almighty  name, 
Alone  to  be  ador'd ; 

And  let  your  hearts  o'erflow  with  joy, 
Who  humbly  feek  the  Lord. 

4.  Seek  ye  the  Lord,  his  faving  flrength 
Devoutly  ftill  implore ; 

And,  fince  he's  ever  prefent,  feek 
His  face  for  evermore. 

PSALM  CVI.     Long  Metre. 
The  goodnefs  of  GO D  to  the  righteous. 

1.  ^\  Render  praife  to  God  above, 
\J    1  he  fountain  of  eternal  love ; 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  flands  ; 

Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2.  Who  can  recount  his  wond'rous  deeds? 
His  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds : 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raife 

His  tribute  of  immortal  praife  ? 

3.  Bleft  are  the  men  who  fear  him  ftiil, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  his  will  3 

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Who  know  the  path  their  feet  mould  go  ; 
Whofe  cautious  fteps  that  path  purfue. 

4.  Be  this  my  happinefs,  to  fee 
The  faints  in  full  prosperity, 

And,  while  their  num'rous  tribes  rejoice, 
To  aid  the  triumph  with  my  voice. 

5.  To  Goo  the  great,  the  ever-bleft, 
Let  fongs  of  honour  he  addrefs'd  ; 
Let  all  the  faints,  with  full  accord, 
Exalt  their  voice  to  praife  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CVII.     Common  Metre, 

Dangers  and  deliverances  by  fea. 

1.  rinHY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 

Jt       Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 
The  fons  of  courage  fhall  record, 
Who  trade  in  floating  mips. 

2.  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 
And  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves  ; 

The  men  aftonilh'd  mount  the  fides, 
And  link  in  gaping  graves. 

3.  Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 
And  plunge  in  deeps  again ; 

Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4.  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeft  roar. 
They  pant  with  fluttering  breath, 

And,  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  fliore. 
Expect  immediate  death. 

5.  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries ; 
He  hears  the  loud  requeft  j 

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He  orders  filence  thro'  the  ikies, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 

6.  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 
And  fee  the  ftorm  allay'd  : 

Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  ; 

There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7.  'Tis  God  who  brings  them  fafe  to  land, 
Let  thoughtlefs  mortals  know  ; 

The  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

8.  O  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 
The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ; 

And  thofe  who  fee  his  wond'rous  ways, 
His  wond'rous  love  record. 

PSALM  CVIII.     Common  Metre, 
An  a£l  of  praife. 

1.  /^X  God,  my  grateful  foul  afpires 
V^/     To  magnify  thy  name  5 

My  tongue  with  chearful  fongs  of  praife 
Shall  celebrate  thy  fame. 

2 .  Awake,  my  heart ;  and  thou,  my  voice, 
Thy  willing  tribute  pay  ; 

And  let  an  hymn  of  facred  joy 
Salute  the  op'ning  day. 

3.  To  all  the  lift'ning  world,  O  God, 
Thy  goodnefs  I'll  proclaim  ; 

While  ev'ry  joyful  tongue  fhall  join 
To  fpread  the  glorious  theme  : 

4.  Becaufe  thy  mercy's  boundlefs  height 
The  higheft  heav'n  tranfcends  j 

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And  far  beyond  the  flying  clouds 

Thy  faithfulnefs  extends. 
5.  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  ftarry  frame  ; 
And  let  the  world,  with  one  confent, 

Confefs  thy  glorious  name. 

P  S  A  L  M  CX.     As  the  1 1 3th  pfalm. 
Messiah  kinv  for  ever. 
1.  T^HUS  fpake  Jehovah  to  our  Lord  : 

(Let  heav  n  and  earth  attend  his  word) 

"  At  my  right-hand  afmme  thy  feat ; 
"   Pvule  thou  fupreme  amidfl  thy  foes  ; 
u  The  pow'rs  who  dare  thy  reign  oppofe 

"  Siiaii  tall  confounded  at  thy  feet." 
z .  We  hail  his  great  triumphant  day  ; 
The  willing  nations  own  his  fway, 

And  joy  his  riling  beams  to  view ; 
Refcu'd  by  him  from  error's  night, 
They  mine  as  numberlefs  and  bright 

:  chryital  drops  of  morning  dew. 
3.  The  Lord  hath  fworn,  nor  fworn  in  vain, 
That,  like  Me         sdech's,  his  reign 

And  priefthood  fhould  no  period  know  ; 
Gop  wifl  exalt  his  glorious  head, 
Thro  the  whole  earth  his  kingdom  fpread, 

And  lay  each  haughty  rebel  low. 

P  S  A  L  M  CXI.      Common  Metre. 
The  perfections  of  GOD  dijplay  d  in  his  works. 
1.  £*ONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
To  my  Almighty  God  j 

He 


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He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

2 .  How  great  the  works  his  hand  hath  wrought  I 
How  glorious  in  our  fight ! 

And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3.  How  moft  exact  is  nature's  frame! 
How  wife  th'  eternal  mind  ! 

His  counfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
Which  his  firfl  thoughts  defign'd. 

4.  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons, 
He  fix'd  his  covenant  fure  ; 

The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce, 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5.  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fkies, 
His  heav'nly  fkill  proclaim  ; 

What  fhall  we  do  to  make  us  wife 
But  learn  to  read  his  name  ? 

6.  To  fear  his  pow'r,  to  truft  his  grace, 
Is  our  divineft  fkill ; 

And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  race 
Who  bell  obeys  his  will. 

PSALM  CXII.     Common  Metre/ 
Liberality  rewarded, 
1*  T  TAPPY  is  he  who  fears  the4  Lord, 

XjL     And  follows  his  commands  ; 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 

Or  gives  with  lib'rai  hands. 
2.  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breaft 
To  all  the  fons  of  need ; 

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So  God  mall  anfwer  his  requeft, 
With  bleffings  on  his  feed. 

3 .  No  evil  tidings  fhall  furprife 
His  well  eftablifti'd  mind  ; 

His  foul  to  God  his  refuge  flies, 
And  leaves  its  fears  behind. 

4.  In  times  of  general  diftrefs, 
Some  beams  of  light  fhall  fhine, 

To  fhew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5.  His  works  of  piety  and  love 
Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 

Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  fure  reward. 

PSALM  CXIII.     Proper  Tune. 
The  majefly  and  condefcenfion  of  GO D, 

1.  "VTE  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

The  honours  of  his  name  record, 

His  facred  name  for  ever  blefs ; 
Where-e'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  riling  beams,  or  fetting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  pbw'r  confefs. 

2.  God  thro*  the  world  extends  his  fway : 
The  regions  of  eternal  day 

But  fhadows  of  his  glory  are : 
With  him,  whofe  majefty  excels, 
Who  made  the  heav'ns  in  which  he  dwells, 

Let  no  created  pow'r  compare. 

3 .  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
W.;at  the  bright  holts  of  angels  do  ; 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things ; 

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His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor  ; 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 
And  makes  them  company  for  kings. 

PSALM   CXIV.     Long  Metre. 
The  greatnefs  of  the  GOD  of  IfraeL 

1 .  TTThen  //?#  ?/,freed  fromPharaoh's  hand, 

\\     Left  the  proud  tyrant  and"  his  land, 
The  tribes  with  chearful  homage  own 
Their  king,  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 

2.  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  : 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3.  The  mountains  fhook  like  frighted  iheep  ; 
Like  lambs  the  little  hills  did  leap ; 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  ftand, 
Confcious  of  fov'reign  pow'r  at  hand. 

4.  What  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide  ? 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence  the  fright  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

5.  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood, 
Retire  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  king  of  lfrael :  fee  him  here  ; 
Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 

6.  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns  ; 
The  rocks  to  ftanding  pools  he  turns ; 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  leas  confefs  the  Loud. 

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PSALM  CXVI.     Common  Metre. 
public  thanks  for  frivate  deliverance* 

1.  TT7HAT  mall  I  render  to  my  God 

VV       For  all  his  kindnefs  mown 
My  feet  fhall  vifit  thine  abode, 
My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

2.  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe 
My  off 'rings  mail  be  paid  ; 

There  mail  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  foul  in  anguifh  made. 

3.  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 
Thou  ever  bleffed  God  ! 

How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  light ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood ! 

4.  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 
How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 

My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5.  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
Nor  mail  my  purpofe  move  ; 

Thy  hand  has  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6.  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
And  thy  rich  grace  record : 

Witnefs,  ye  faints  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forfake  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CXYII.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  GO  D  fro?n,all  nations. 
1.  TTTITH  chearful  notes  let  all  the  earth 
YY       To  heav'n  their  voices  raife  -7 

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Let  all,  infpir'd  with  facred  mirth, 

Sing  folemn  hymns  of  praife. 
2.  God's  tender  mercy  knows  no  bound ; 

His  truth  fhall  ne'er  decay  : 
Then  let  the  willing  nations  round 

Their  grateful  tribute  pay. 

PSALM  CXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
Hofannah  to  our  rijen  Saviour. 

i.  rr^HIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made ; 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praife  furround  his  throne. 

2.  To  day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead, 
And  /atari's  empire  fell  5 

To  day  the  faints  his  triumphs  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3.  Hofannah  to  th'  anointed  king, 
To  David's  holy  fon  ! 

Help  us,  O  Lord,  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4.  Bleft  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 
With  mefTap;es  of  grace  ; 

o  o  7 

Who  comes,  in  God  his  father's  name, 
To  fave  our  finful  race. 

5.  Hofannah,  in  the  higheft  {trains 
The  church  on  earth  can  raife; 

The  church  above  in  which  he  reigns- 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 

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*4  PARTI. 

PSALM  CXIX.  Sedion  ift.  Common  Metre. 
Holinefs  the  foundation  of  happlnefs. 

1.  T ;  TOW  bleft  are  they  who  ftrictly  keep 

XX     The  Pure  and  Perfect  way  ; 
Who  dare  not  from  the  facred  paths 
Of  God's  commandments  ftray  ! 

2.  How  bleft  the  men  who  fear  his  name, 
And  fly  from  ev'ry  fin  ; 

Whofe  fouls,  with  fervent  humble  zeal, 
His  favour  feek  to  win ! 

3.  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  his  law; 
How  firm  their  fouls  abide ! 

Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  fleady  feet  afide. 

4.  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  pleafure  ftill; 

My  active  pow'rs  fhall  all  unite 
To  do  thine  holy  will. 

5.  With  my  whole  heart  I  feek  thy  face  ; 
O  let  me  never  ftray 

From  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs, 
Nor  tread  the  finner's  way. 

6.  Then  fhall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 
And  keep  my  face  from  fhame, 

When  all  thy  ftatutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name. 

PSALM  CXIX.    Sea.  2d.    Common  Metre. 

The  word  of GO  D  the  heft  guide  of  youth. 
I .  T  TOW  fhall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts, 

XjL     And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  ? 

God's 


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God's  word  the  choiceft  rules  imparts 
To  keep  their  confcience  clean. 

2.  When  once  it  penetrates  the  mind, 
It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 

The  meaneft  fouls  inftruction  find, 
And  raile  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3.  'Tis  like  the  fun,  an  heav'nly  light 
That  guides  us  all  the  day; 

And,  thro'  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4.  The  men  who  keep  his  law  with  care, 
And  meditate  his  word, 

Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

5.  His  precepts  make  me  truly  wife  \ 
I  hate  the  iinner's  road : 

I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

6.  Thy  word  is  everlafting  truth  > 
How  pure  is  ev'ry  page ! 

That  holy  book  mall  guide  my  youth, 
And  well  fupport  my  age. 

PSALM  CXIX.  Seffion  id.  Common  Metre. 

Defire  of  knowledge. 

1.  ripHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  j 

How  good  thy  works  appear ! 
Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 

a .  My  heart  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  hand  5 
Mv  fervice  is  thy  due  5 

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66  PARTI. 

O  make  thy  fervant  underftand 
The  duties  he  muft  do. 

3.  Since  Pm  a  ftrangerhere  below, 
Let  not  my  path  be  hid  ; 

But  mark  the  road  my  feet  fliould  go, 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 

4.  If  God  to  me  his  ftatutes  fhew, 
And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 

His  work  for  ever  I'll  purfue, 
His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart. 

5.  When  I  have  learn'd  my  father's  will, 
I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways ; 

My  thankful  lips,  infpir'd  with  zeal, 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM  CXIX.  Sefiion  4th.  Common  Metre, 

Defire  of  holinefs. 
1.  /^V  That  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

\J     To  keep  his  ftatutes  hull ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 

To  know  and  -do  his  will ! 
1 . 0  fend  thy  fpirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 

Nor  a&  the  liar's  part. 
3. From  vanity  turn  off  mine  eyes  \ 

Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
Nor  covetous  defire  arife 

"Within  this  foul  of  mine, 
4.  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  fincere ; 

Let 


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Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Dord, 

But  keep  my  confcience  clear. 
5.  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray  j 

My  feet  too  often  flip  ; 
Yet,  fince  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 

Reftore  thy  wand'ring  flieep. 
<5.  Teach  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands  \ 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,'  or  hands, 

Offend  againft  my  God. 

PSALM  CXIX.   Sea.  $tb<  Common  Metre* 

Sincerity  and  f  erf  ever  ance  in  religion. 
I.  'TTHOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  ; 

X.       Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t'  obey  thy  word, 

And  fuffers  no  delay. 
2. 1  choofe  the  path  of  heavenly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  ; 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 

Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3 .  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace 
I  fet  before  my  eyes  ; 

Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

4.  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 
I  think  upon  my  ways  ; 

Then  tujrn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  truft  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

5.  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord  j 

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68  PARTI. 

Thou  art  my  ftiield  my  hiding-place  ; 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

6.  Thou  haft  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil : 
And  thus,  till  mortal  life  fhall  end, 

Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM  CXIX.    Seel.  6th.    Common  Metre, 
The  excellence  of  the  word  of  G  0  D. 

1 .  T*     ORD,  I  '•  .ave  made  thy  word  my  choice. 
1   i     My  lafting  heritage  ; 

There  mail  my  nobleft  pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  warm  eft  thoughts  engage. 

2.  My  foul  efteems  thy  judgments  right, 
And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft  ; 

Thence  I  maintain  a  con  Rant  fight 

With  ev'ry  flatt'ring  luft.  * 

3.  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey  : 
I  keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 

Thro'  all  the  bufinefs  of  the  day, 
To  guide  my  actions  right. 

4.  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind  ; 
Nor  fhall  thy  word  be  fold, 

For  loads  of  filver  well  rcnn'd, 
Or  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 

5.  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 
Where  fpiings  of  life  arife, 

Seeds  of  immortal  bb'fs  are  fown, 
And  endlefs  glory  lies : 

6.  The  beft  relief  that  mourners  have  ; 
It  makes  our  forrows  bleft  ; 

Points 


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Points  out  an  home  beyond  the  fkies, 
And  an  eternal  reft. 

PSALM  CXXI.     Common  Metre. 

Prefervation  by  day  and  night, 

1.  'TPO  God,  we  lift  our  waiting  eyes; 

On  him  our  hopes  depend  ; 
The  Lord,  who  built  the  earth  and  fkies, 
Is  our  Almighty  friend. 

2.  Their  feet  mall  never  Hide  to  fall, 
Whom  he  vouchfafes  to  keep ; 

His  ear  attends  our  humble  call ; 
His  eye  can  never  fleep. 

3.  He  will  fuftain  our  weakeft  pow'rs. 
By  his  Almighty  arm  ; 

And  watch  our  mod  unguarded  hours 
Againft  fuprizing  harm. 

4.  Our  fouls  rejoice  and  reft  fecure, 
Our  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 

His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow'r 
For  our  eternal  guard. 

5.  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  ftckly  moon. 
Without  his  leave  can  fmite  ; 

He  fhields  our  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blading  damps  at  night. 

6.  He  guards  our  lives,  he  keeps  our  breath, 
Where  thickeft  dangers  come  ; 

Wre  ftand  fecure  from  threat'ning  death, 
Till  God  commands  us  home. 


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70  PARTI. 

PSALM  CXXII.    Common  Metre. 
Delight  in  public  worjhip. 
I.  1     TOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

J]j[     My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 

"  And  keep  the  folemn  day." 
2.1  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 

The  church,  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace,  built  for  God, 

To  fhew  his  milder  face. 

3.  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 
And  joy  a  conftant  gueft ! 

With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  bleft ! 

4.  My  foul  fliall  pray  for  Zion  ftill, 
While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 

There  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

PSALM  CXXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Seafonable  deliverance. 

1.  T  TAD  not  the  Lord  (may  Ifrael  fay) 
jLX  Had  not  the  Lord  maintain 'd  our  fide, 
When  men,  to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 
Rofe  like  the  fwelling  of  the  tide  ; 

2.  The  fwelling  tide  had  ftop'd  our  breath, 
So  fiercely  did  the  water  roll  \ 

We  had  been  fwallow'd  deep  in  death  j 
Proud  waters  had  o'erwhelm'd  our  foul, 

3.  We  leap  for  joy,  we  fliout  and  fing, 
Who  juft  efcap'd  the  fatal  ftroke  ; 

So 


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So  flies  the  bild  with  chearful  wing, 
When  once  the  fowler's  fhare  is  broke. 

4.  For  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  fowler's  dreadful  fnare, 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fword, 
And  made  our  lives  and  fouls  his  care. 

5.  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  earth,  and  built  the  ikies  ; 
He  who  upholds  that  wond'rous  frame, 
Guards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eyes, 

PSALM  CXXV.     Short  Metre. 

Good  men  fecure  under  affliftions. 

1.  1HMRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 

Jf      Who  reft  their  fouls  on  God,  ii 

Firm  as  the  mount  where  Mofes  flood, 

Or  where  the  ai  k  abode.  .    • 

2.  As  mountains  flood  to  guard 
The  city's  facred  ground  ; 

So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  faints  around. 

3.  What  tho'the  father's  rod 
Drop  a  chaftizing  ftroke, 

Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep, 
It's  fury  fhall  be  broke. 

4.  His  kindnefs  fhall  be  fliewn 
To  thofe  whofe  pious  fear, 

Whofe  hope,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 

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72  PARTI. 

PSALM  CXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

Dependence  on   GOD  for  fuccefs  and  happinefs. 

i.  "|~F  God  fucceed  not  all  the  coft 

J[  And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft  y 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep. 

2.  What  if  you  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  till  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  your  bread, 
To  fhun  that  poverty  you  dread  ; 

3.  'Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  bleft  ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  ; 
Children  and  friends  are  bleffings  too, 
If  God  our  fov'reign  makes  them  fo. 

4.  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  ! 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove, 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love ! 

PSALM  CXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
Qomejlic  happinefs, 

1.  f^  HAPPY  man,  whofe  foul  is  fill'd 
VJ?     With  zeal  and  facred  awe  ; 

Whole  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 
Whofe  life  adorns  his  law ! 

2.  A  careful  providence  fhall  ftand, 
And  ever  guard  his  head, 

Shall  on  the  labours  of  his  hand 
It's  kindly  bleffings  Ihed. 

3.  His  wife  fhall  be  a  fruitful  vine ; 
His  children  round  his  board, 

Each 


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Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  fhine, 

And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 
4.  The  Lord  ihall  his  beft  hopes  fulfil, 

For  months  and  years  to  come  ; 
The  Lord,  who  dwells  on  Z ion's  hill, 

Shall  fend  him  bleifings  home. 

PSALM  CXXX.     Short  Metre. 

Pardoning  mercy. 

1 .  "T"T  TITH  penitential  grief 

W       To  thee,  my  God,  I  cry  \ 
In  mercy  hear  my  humble  prayer, 
Attend  my  plaintive  figh. 

2.  Shouldft  thou  feverely  judge, 
Who  could  the  trial  bear  ? 

Beneath  thy  frown  my  heart  would  faint, 
And  tremble  in  defpair. 

3.  But  mercy  dwells  with  thee ; 
Hope  dawns  amidft  my  fears  ; 

Divine  forgivenefs  large  and  free, 
Shall  flop  my  flowing  tears. 

4.  Gn  thee  my  foul  fhall  wait ; 
My  truft  is  in  thy  word  \ 

Thy  word  of  grace  can  light  create. 
And  facred  peace  afford. 

5.  My  longing  eyes  look  out 
For  thy  enlivening  ray, 

More  eager  than  the  morning  watch 
To  meet  the  op'ning  day. 

6.  Let  mourning  fouls  on  God, 
With  chearful  hope  rely 

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For  penitence  can  ne'er  be  vain, 

Nor  hated  fin  deftroy. 
7.  Tho'  great  our  crimes  appear, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  pain  ; 
His  pard'ning  love  difpels  our  fear, 

And  cleanfesev'ry  ftain. 

PSALM  CXXXI.      Common  Metre. 

Humility  and  fubm ijfion . 
1.  TS  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 

J_     Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  ; 
Or  do  I  act  an  haughty  part  ? 

Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 
2. 1  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  ftill, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild, 
Content,  my  father,  with  thy  wall, 

And  patient  as  a  child. 
3.  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward : 
Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  rehgn'd, 

And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM   CXXXII.     Common  Metre. 
The  prefence  of  GO  D  in  his  church  dejtred. 

1.  A    RISE,  O  king  of  grace,  arife, 
jC\.     And  enter  to  thy  reft  : 

Lo !  thy  church  waits,  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 

2 .  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 
Thy  fpirit  and  thy  word  ; 

All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  noYuch  grace  afford. 

Here, 


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j.Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows  j 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread ; 
Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread, 

4.  Here  let  the  fon  of  David  reign, 
Let  God's  anointed  fhine  ; 

Juftice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

5.  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafiing  throne  -9 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 

Frefh  honours  mall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  ihame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM  CXXXIIL   Common  Metre. 
Brotherly  love* 
r.  T)  EHOLD  with  joy  the  happy  fcene ; 

JJ     How  pleafing  is  the  fight, 
Where  brethren  live  in  love  and  peace, 
And  all  their  hearts  unite ! 

2.  Refrefhing,  as  the  precious  oil 
Which,  pour'd  on  Aaron's  head, 

Ran  down  his  venerable  face, 
And  round  a  frag' ranee  fpread. 

3.  Delightful  as  the  mining  fnow 
On  lofty  Hermon's  top  ; 

Or  pearly  dew  on  Zion's  hills, 
Where  they  with  fatnefs  drop. 

4.  For  there  the  bleffing  of  the  Lord 
Rich  plenty  doth  beftow ; 

And  fprings  of  living  water  rife, 
Which  fliall  for  ever  flow. 

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76  PARTI. 

PSALM  CXXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

Daily  and  nightly  devotion. 

! .  "^L7"E  that  obey  th'  immortal  king, 

Attend  his  holy  place  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 
And  blefs  his  wond'rous  grace. 

2.  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light. 

And  fend  your  fouls  on  high ; 
Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 

Above  the  flarry  lky« 

g.  The  God  of  mercy  cheers  our  hearts 

With  rays  of  quick' ning  grace  ; 
The  God  who  fpread  the  heav'ns  abroad, 

And  rules  the  f welling  feas. 

PSALM  CXXXV.     Common  Metre. 
T  raife  due  to  GO D,   not  to  idols. 

1 .  A   WAKE,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  king  ; 
jfjL     Your  riobjeft  paflions  raife  \ 

Your  pious  pleafnre,  while  you  fing, 
Encreafing  with  the  praife. 

2.  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  j 
He  bids  the  vapours  rife  ; 

Light'ning  and  ftorm,  at  his  command, 
Sweep  through  the  founding  fkies. 

4.  All  pow'r  that  gods  or  kings  have  chimVl, 
Is  found  with  him  alone  \ 

Let 


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Let  idol-gods  no  more  be  nam'd, 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5.  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 
Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 

Mortals  who  Wait  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  and  deaf  as  they. 

6.  Ye  righteous,  praife  the  living  God, 
Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear  ; 

He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  homage  there. 

PSALM  CXXXVI.     As  the  148th  Pfalm. 

The  works  of  creation  and  providence. 

1.  nPO  God  the  mighty  Lord, 

JL     Your  joyful  thanks  repeat ; 
To  him  due  praife  afford, 
As  good  as  he  is  great : 

For  God  will  prove 

Our  conftant  friend ; 

His  boundlefs  love 

Shall  never  end. 

2 .  To  him  whofe  wond'rous  pow'r 
All  other  gods  obey, 

Whom  earthly  kings  adore, 
This  grateful  homage  pay : 

For  God  will  prove 

Our  conftant  friend ; 

His  boundlefs  love 

Shall  never  end. 
3«  By  his  Almighty  hand, 
Amazing  Works  are  wrought ; 

The 


78  PART      I, 

The  heav'ns  by  his  command 
Were  to  perfection  brought 

And  God  will  prove 

Our  conftant  friend ; 

His  boundlefs  love 

Shall  never  end. 

4.  He  fpread  the  ocean  round 
About  the  fpacious  land  ; 
And  made  the  riling  ground 
Above  the  waters  ftand ; 

And  God  will  prove 
Our  conftant  friend ; 
His  boundlefs  love 
Shall  never  end. 

5.  Thro'  heav'n  he  doth  difplay 
His  num'rous  hofts  of  light ; 
The  fun  to  rule  by  day, 

The  moon  and  ftars  by  night : 
And  God  will  prove 
Our  conftant  friend ; 
His  boundlefs  love 
Shall  never  end. 

6.  He  doth  the  food  fupply 
On  which  all  creatures  live : 
To  God  who  reigns  on  high 
Eternal  praifes  give : 

For  God  will  prove 
Our  conftant  friend ; 
His  boundlefs  love 
Shall  never  end. 


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PARTI.  79 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  Sea.ijt.  Long  Metre. 

The  all-feeing  GOD. 
i .  T     ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me 
1    J  thro'; 

Thine  eye  furveys  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  diftinctly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 

3 .  Surrounded  by  thy  pow'r  I  ftand  \ 
On  ev'ry  fide  I  find  thine  hand : 

0  fkill  for  human  reach  too  high ! 
Too  dazzling  bright  for  mortal  eye ! 

4.  Could  I  fo  falfe  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love ; 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thine  influence  fliun, 
Or  whither  from  thy  prefence  run. 

5.  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwell'ft  enthroned  in  light ; 

Or  dive  to  hell's  infernal  plains, 

'Tis  there  thy  dreadful  vengeance  reigns, 

6.  If,  mounted  on  a  morning-ray, 

1  fly  beyond  the  weftern  fea, 

Thy  fwifter  hand  would  firft  arrive, 
And  there  arreft  thy  fugitive. 

7.  Or  mould  I  try  to  Aran  thy. fight, 
Beneath  the  fable  wings  of  night, 

One  glance  from  thee,,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

8.  O 


8o  PARTI. 

8.  O  may  thefe  thoughts  poilefs  my  breaft, 
Where- e'er  I  rove,  where-e'er  I  reft  • 
Nor  let  my  weaker  paffions  dare 
Confent  to  fin ;  for  God  is  there. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  Se6l.  2d.  Common  Metre, 

Thewifdomof  GOD  in  the  formation  of ?nan. 

i-  \\  7"  HEN  I  with  pleafmg  wonder  ftand, 

y  y        And  all  my  frame  furvey  ; 
Lord,  'tis  thy  work  ;  I  own  the  hand 
That  form'd  my  humble  clay. 

2.  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  poifefs'd, 
Where  unborn  nature  grew ; 

Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trac'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew ; 

3.  Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  furvey'd 
The  growth  of  ev'ry  part ; 

Till  the  whole  fcheme  thy  thoughts  had  laid 

Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 
4,Heav,n,  earth,  and  fea,  and  fire,  and  wind, 

Shew  me  thy  wond'rous  fkill ; 
But  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 

Diviner  wonders  ftill. 

5.  Thy  pow'r  and  goodnefs  round  me  mine  j 
My  form  thy  wildom  fhews  ; 

My  foul  adores  the  hand  divine, 
Whence  ev'ry  bleffing  flows. 

6.  Lord,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
They  firike  me  with  furprize  ; 

Not  all  the  fands  that  fpread  the  fhore 
To  equal  numbers  rife. 

7.  Theft 


PARTI.  81 

7 .  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  CXLV.    Sea.  ift.  Common  Metre, 
The  great  nefs  of  GOD. 

1.  T     ONG   as  Hive,  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 

I   j     My  King,  my  God  of  love  *, 
My  work  and  joy  mall  be  the  fame 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

o 

2.  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown , 
And  let  his  praife  be  great ; 

I'll  fing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3 .  Thy  grace  mail  dwell  upon  my  tongue  \ 
And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 

The  men  who  hear  my  facred  fong, 
Shall  join  their  chearful  voice. 

4.  Fathers  to  fons  mail  teach  thy  name. 
And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  found  thy  praife. 

5.  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 
Shall  thro'  the  world  be  known  ; 

Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thine  heav'nly  ftate, 
With  public  fplendor  mown. 

6.  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands  j 
Thy  faints  are  ruTd  by  love  ; 

And  thine  eternal  kingdom  Hands, 
Tho'  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

L  PSALM 


82  PARTI. 

PSALM  CXLV.  Sed.  2d.   Common  Metre. 
The  goodnefs  of  GO D. 

1.  QWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
£3     My  God,  my  heav'nly  King  y 

Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
In  founds  of  glory  fing. 

2.  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 
His  goodnefs  to  the  fides  ; 

Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  mines, 
And  ev'ry  want  fupplies. 

3 .  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
On  thee  for  daily  food  ; 

Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4.  Thou,  Lord,  art  kind  ;  frefli  acts  of  grace 
Thy  pity  Hill  fupplies  ; 

Thine  anger  moves  with  floweft  pace, 
Thy  willing  mercy  flies. 

5.  Creatures,  with  all  their  endlefs  race, 
Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim ; 

But  faints,  who  tafte  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

P  S  A  L  M  CXLV.    Sed.  3i.    Common  Metre. 
The  companion  of  GOD. 

1 .  IT    ET  evYy  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 
J_  j     Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 

Thy  ftrefcgth'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 

2.  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diftrefs'd, 

Beneath 


PARTI.  83 

Beneath  fome  proud  opprefTor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourners  reft. 

3.  The  Lord  fupports  our  tot  t 'ring  clays, 
And  guides  our  giddy  youth  ; 

Holy  and  j  uft  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4.  He  knows  the  pains  his  fervants  feel ; 
He  hears  his  children  cry  ; 

And  their  beft  wiflies  to  fulfil 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5.  His  mercy  never  will  remove 
From  men  of  heart  ftncere  \ 

He  faves  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

6.  Our  lips  mail  dwell  upon  his  praife, 
And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  -, 

Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God* 

PSALM  CXLVI.     As  the  ir3th  Pfalm. 
Praife  to  GO D  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth* 

1.  T'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 

And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 
Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  laft. 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2 .  Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  duft ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flefh  and  blood  \ 

L  2  Their 


S4  PART      I. 

r  breath  departs ;  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
And  fchenes  all  vanifh  in  an  hour, 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 
:.  Happ;  an  whofe  hopes  rely 

On  nature's  God  ;  he  made  the  £ky, 
And  earth  and  feas  with  all  their  train  ; 
truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure, 
faves  th'  oppreiVd.  he  feeds  the  poor, 
i  none  fhall  find  omife  vain, 

to  give  the  blind  ; 
I  apports  the  unking  mind  ; 
He  :e : 

ic  Granger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and 

aid  grants  the  prisoner  iweet  re 
5.  He  loves  he  knows  them  well ; 

His  love  their  lips  fhall  tt: 

arreif 
Ltz  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
in  tl  I  :ed  work  engage  ; 

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PS  CXLY  mmon  Metre. 

WITH    for:  ding 

Ac  the  Lokz 

Over  the  heav'ns  he  f] 
And  waters  veil  the  ft 

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PARTI.  85 

He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown, 

And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 
3. He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  raven's  cry  ; 
But  man  who  taftes  his  nneft  wheat, 

Should  raife  his  honours  high. 

4.  His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 
Of  the  declining  year; 

He  bids  the  fun  cut  Ihort  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5.  His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecy  fnow, 
Defcend  and  cloath  the  ground ; 

The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6.  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow, 
The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 

He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  fpring  return. 

7.  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  word : 

With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 
Praifeye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM  CXLVIII.     Proper  Tune. 

P raife  to  GO D  from  all  creatures. 
i."\7'E  boundlefs  realms  of  joy, 
\     Exalt  your  maker's  fame, 
His  praife  your  fongs  employ 
Above  the  ftarry  frame  ; 
Your  voices  raife, 
Ye  cherubim 
And  feraphim, 
To  fing  his  praife.  2.  Thou 


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And  1L-  is  honours  in  mu 


83  PARTI. 

PSALM  CL.     Long  Metre. 
An  exhortation  to  praife  GOD. 

1.  "YJRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  let  praife  employ, 
J^  In  his  own  courts,  your  fongs  of  jov  y 
The  fpacious  firmament  around 

Shall  echo  back  the  joyful  found. 

2 .  Recount  his  works  in  {trains  divine  ; 

His  wond'rous  works  how  bright  they  fhine ! 

Praife  him  for  his  almighty  deeds, 

Whofe  greatnefs  all  your  thoughts  exceeds  . 

3.  Let  all,  whom  life  and  breath  infpire, 
Attend  and  join  the  blifsful  choir  ; 
But  chiefly  you  who  know  his  word, 
Adore,  and  love,  and  praife  the  Lord. 


The  end  of  the  first  part, 


PART      II. 

PSALMS 


O    F 


PRAISE     to     GOD. 


O  R, 


HYMNS. 


PSALM  I.     Long  Metre. 
GOD  the  proper  objeft  of praife. 

YE  fons  of  men,  in  facred  lays, 
Attempt  your  great  creator's  praife : 
But  O  what  tongue  can  fpeak  his  fame ! 
What  mortal  verfe  can  reach  the  theme ! 
Enthron'd  amid  the  radient  fpheres, 
He  glory  like  a  garment  wears  : 
His  boundlefs  wifdom,  pow'r  and  grace, 
Command  our  awe,  invite  our  praife. 

M  To 


90  PART     II. 

3.  To  God  all  nature  owes  its  birth  ; 

He  form'd  this  pond'rous  globe  of  earth ; 
He  rais'd  the  glorious  arch  on  high, 
And  meafur'd  out  the  azure  iky. 

4.  In  all  our  maker's  vaft  deigns, 
Omnipotence  with  wifdom  ihines  ; 

His  works,  thro'  all  this  wond'rous  frame, 
Bear  the  great  imprefs  of  his  name. 

5.  Rais'd  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Our  fouls  his  high  perfections  iing ; 
O  let  his  praife  employ  our  tongues, 
And  lift'ning  worlds  approve  the  fongs. 

PSALM   II.     Common  Metre. 
GOD  eternal. 

1 .  XJ  ISE,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground, 
Jl\     Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 

And  call  forth  ev'ry  tuneful  found, 
To  praife  th'  eternal  God. 

2.  Long  ere  the  lofty  Ikies  were  fpread, 
Jehovah  fiiPd  his  throne  ; 

Ere  men  were  form'd  or  angels  made, 
The  maker  liv'd  alone. 

3.  His  boundlefs  years  can  ne'er  decreafe, 
But  fKll  maintain  their  prime  : 

Ltemity's  his  dwelling-place, 
And  Ever  is  his  time. 

4.  The  feas'and  ikies  mull  perifh  too, 
And  vaft  deftruclion  come  ; 

The  creatures,  look,  how  old  they  grow, 
And  wait  their  final  doom ! 

5.  Well, 


PART     II.  91 

5.  Well,  let  the  fea  flirink  all  away, 

And  flame  melt  down  the  fkies ; 
My  God  fhall  live  an  endlefs  day, 

When  this  creation  dies. 

PSALM  III.     Common  Metre. 

GOD  infinite ,  omnipotent  and  omnifcient. 

1.  TN  all  my  vail  concerns  with  thee, 

In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
To  fhun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2.  Thine  all  furrounding  fight  furveys, 
My  riling  and  my  reft, 

My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3.  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 
Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4.  O  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  I 
Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 

Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Befet  on  ev'ry  fide. 

5.  If,  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning-light, 
I  fly  beyond  the  weft ; 

Thy  hand  which  muft  fupport  my  flight, 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 

6.  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  night, 

Thofe  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law, 
Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light.- 

.  M  2  7>  The 


92  P  A  R  T     II. 

7.  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  thee  ; 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  powY, 

From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

PSALM  IV.     Common  Metre, 
GOD  unchangeable. 

1.  npHOU  did'ft,  O  mighty  God,  exift, 

J_      Ere  time  begun  its  race  ; 
Before  the  ample  elements 
Fill'd  up  the  voids  of  fpace.  • 

2.  Before  the  pond'rous  earthly  globe 
In  fluid  air  was  ftay'd  ; 

Before  the  ocean's  mighty  fprings 
Their  liquid  ftores  difplay'd  : 

3.  Ere  thro'  the  gloom  of  ancient  night 
The  ftreaks  o.   light  appear 'd  \ 

Before  the  high  celeflial  arch, 
Or  ftarry  poles,  were  rear'd : 

4.  Ere  thro'  the  bright  celeflial  courts 
One  hallelujah  rung ; 

Or  ere  the  joyful  fons  of  light 
Harmonious  anthems  fung : 

5.  Ere  men  ador'd  or  angels  knew, 
Or  prais'd  thy  wond'rous  name, 

Thy  bliis  (O  fecred  fpring  of  life  ! ) 
And  glory  were  the  fame. 

6.  And  when  the  pillars  of  the  world 
With  fudden  ruin  break, 

And  all  this  vafl  and  goodly  frame 
Sinks  in  the  mighty  wreck  5 

When 


PART     U.  93 

7.  When  from  her  orb  the  moon  fliall  ftart, 
Th'  aftonifh'd  fun  roll  back  ; 

While  all  the  trembling  ftarry  lamps, 
Their  ancient  courfe  forfake  ) 

8.  Amidft  the  univerfal  fhock, 
Thy  throne  mail  Hand  fecure : 

The  glories  which  compofe  thy  name 
Thro'  endlefs  years  endure. 

PSALM  V.     Long  Metre. 
The  one  living  and  true  GOD. 

1.  XT1  ETERNAL  God,  almighty  caufe 

jjj  Of  earth  and  feas  and  worlds  unknown  ; 
All  things  are  fubjecl  to  thy  laws  ; 
All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 

2 .  Thy  glorious  being  iingly  ftands, 
Of  all  within  itfelf  pofleit: 
ControuPd  by  none  are  thy  commands  \ 
Thou  from  thyfelf  alone  art  blefl. 

g .  To  thee  alone  ourfelves  we  owe  ; 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  due  homage  pay ; 

All  other  gods  we  difavow, 

Deny  their  claims,  renounce  their  fway. 
4.  Spread  thy  great  name  thro'  heathen  lands  \ 

Their  idol-deities  dethrone ; 

Reduce  the  world  to  thy  commands, 

And  reign,  as  thou  art,  God  alone. 

PSALM  VI.      Common  Metre. 
The  great nefs  of  GOD. 
1 .  "JT  EEP  filence  all  created  things, 
JP^     And  wait  your  Maker's  word. 

Mv 


94  P  A  R  T      II. 

My  foul  ftands  trembling  while  me  fings 
The  honours  of  her  Lord. 

2.  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 
Hang  on  his  firm  decree : 

He  fits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3.  Ten  thoufand  ages  ere  the  fkies 
Were  into  motion  brought ; 

All  future  years,  and  worlds  to  come, 
Stood  prefent  to  his  thought. 

4.  His  mighty  voice  bid  ancient  night 
Her  endlefs  realms  refign  ; 

And  lo,  ten  thoufand  worlds  of  light 
In  fields  of  azure  mine. 

5.  His  wifdom  with  fuperior  fway, 
Guides  the  vaft  moving  frame  \ 

Whilft  all  the  ranks  of  beings  pay 
Deep  rev'rence  to  his  name. 

PSALM  VII.      Common  Metre. 
The  power  of  G  0  D. 

1.  VTiWAS  God  who  fix'd  the  rolling fpheres, 

And  ftretch'd  the  boundlefs  Ikies  ; 
Who  form'd  the  plan  of  endlefs  years, 
And  bade  the  ages  rife. 

2.  From  everlafting  is  his  might, 
Immenfe  and  unconfin'd  %  ♦ 

He  pierces  thro'  the  realms  of  light, 
And  rides  upon  the  wind. 

3.  He  darts  along  the  burning  fkies  j 
Loud  thunders  round  him  roar : 

AU 


PART     It.  95 

All  heaven  attends  him  as  he  flies, 
All  hell  proclaims  his  pow'r. 

4.  He  fpeaks,  great  nature's  wheels  ftand  ftill, 
And  leave  their  wonted  round ; 

The  mountains  melt,  each  trembling  hill 
Forfakes  its  ancient  bound. 

5.  He  fcatters  nations  with  his- breath  ; 
The  fcatter'd  nations  fly  : 

Blue  peftilence  and  fpreading  death 
Confefs  the  Godhead  nigh. 

6.  Ye  worlds,  and  ev'ry  living  thing, 
Fulfil  his  hi^h  command  ; 

Pay  duteous  homage  to  your  king, 
And  own  his  ruling  hand. 

PSALM  VIII.    Common  Metre. 
The  faithfulnefs  of  GOD. 

1 .  Tl  EGIN,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  theme ; 
J[j     And  fpeak  fome  boundlefs  thing  5 

The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name, 
Of  our  eternal  king. 

2 .  Tell  of  his  wond'rous  faithfulnefs, 
And  found  his  pow'r  abroad  ; 

Sing  the  kind  promife  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3.  Proclaim,  "  Salvation  from  the  Lord, 
For  finful  dying  men  ;" 

His  hand  hath  writ  the  facred  word, 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4.  Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brafs 
The  gracious  promife  fhines ; 

Nor 


96  PART     II, 

Nor  can  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  rafe 
The  everlaflino:  lines. 

5.  He  that  can  dafh  whole  worlds  to  death  * 
And  make  them  when  he  pleafe, 

He  fpeaks,  and  that  almighty  breath 
Fulfils  his  great  decrees. 

6.  His  very  word  of  grace  is  ftrong, 
As  that  which  built  the  Ikies  ; 

The  voice  which  rolls  the  ftars  along, 
Speaks  all  the  promifes. 

PSALM  IX.     Common  Metre* 

The  gGodnefs  of  GO D. 

1. 1"     ORD,  thou  art  good  ;  all  nature  mows 

I  j     Thee  full,  and  free,  and  kind  ; 
Thy  bounty  thro'  creation  flows, 
Nor  can  it  be  confin'd. 

2.  The  whole  and  ev'ry  part  proclaims 
Thine  infinite  good-will ; 

It  fhines  in  ftars,  and  flows  in  ftreams, 
And  burfts  from  ev'ry  hill. 

3.  It  fpreads  thro'  all  the  fpreading  main, 
And  thro'  the  heav'ns  more  wide ; 

It  drops  in  gentle  fhow'rs  of  rain, 
And  rolls  in  ev'ry  tide. 

4.  Long  has  it  been  diffus'd  abroad, 
Thro'  years  and  ages  pad  ; 

And  its  rich  ftores,  all-bounteous  God, 
For  ever  {till  fhall  laft. 

5.  Thro'  the  vaft  whole  it  pours  fupplies, 
Spreads  Joy  thro'  ev'ry  part : 

Lord, 


P  A  R  T      II.  97 

Lord,  let  fuch  love  attract  mine  eyes, 

And  captivate  my  heart, 
<5.  High  admiration  let  it  raife, 

And  kind  affections  move ; 
Employ  my  tongue  in  fongs  of  praife, 

And  fill  my  heart  with  love. 

P  S  A  L  M  X.     As  the  50th  Pfalm. 
The  never-ceafing goodnefs  of  GOD, 

1 .  T  |~Oufe  of  our  God,  with  chearful  anthems 

Jrl    ring> 

While  all  our  lips  and  hearts  his  goodnefs  ling; 

With lacredj oy his  wond'rous deeds  proclaim; 

Let  ev'ry  tongue  be  vocal  with  his  name. 
The  Lord  is  good,  his  mercy  never-ending, 
His  bleflings  in  perpetual  fhow'rs  defcending. 

2.  The  heav'n  of  heav'ns  he  with  his  bounty  fills; 
Ye  feraphs  bright,  on  ever-blooming  hills, 
His  honours  found ;  you  to  whom  good  alone, 
Unmingled,  ever-growing,  has  been  known  ^ 

Thro'  your  immortal  life  with  love  encreafmg, 
Proclaim  your  Maker's  goodnefs  never  ceafing. 

3 .  Thou  earth,  enlightned  by  his  rays  divine, 
Pregnant  with  grafs,  and  corn,  and  oil,  and 

wine,  [meet, 

Crown'd  with  his  goodnefs,  let  thy  nations 
And  lay  their  crowns  at  his  paternal  feet ; 
With  grateful  love  that  lib'ral  hand  confefling*, 
Which  thro'  each  heart  diffufeth  ev'ry  blefling. 

4.  His  goodnefs  never  ends;  the  dawn,  the  fhade, 
Still  fee  new  bounties  thro'  new  fcenes  dif- 

play'd  ; 

N  Sue- 


98  P  A  R  T     II. 

Succeeding  ages  blefs  this  fure  abode, 
And  children  lean  upon  their  father's  God. 
The  deathlefsfoul,  thro'  its  immenfe  duration, 
Drinks  from  this  fource  immortal  confolation. 
5.  Burft  into  praife,  my  foul ;  all  nature  join  ; 
Angels  and  men  in  harmony  combine ; 
While  human  years  are  meafur'd  by  the  fun, 
And  while  eternity  its  courfe  mall  run, 
His  goodnefs,  in  perpetual  fliow'rs  defcending, 
Exalt  in  fongs,  and  raptures  never  ending. 

PSALM  XI.     Long  Metre. 
The  mercy  of  GO D. 

1 .  Hf^HE  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways ! 

LIow  firm  his  truth !  how  large  his  grace  ! 
He  takes  his  mercy  from  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2 .  Not  half  fo  high  his  pow'r  hath  fpread 
The  ftafry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 

3.  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  rifing  morning  from  the  weft, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 

The  guilt  of  thofe  his  heart  approves. 

a.  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  jult, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  dull, 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe, 
Beyond  the  ftrength  which  he  beftows. 

5?  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
Blaited  by  ev'ry  wind  that  flies ; 

Like 


\ 


P  A  R  T     II.  99 

Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon, 
Or  morning  flow'rs  that  fade  at  noon. 
6.  But  his  eternal  love  is  fare 

To  all  the  faints,  and  fhall  endure  ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  fhall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

PSALM  XII.     Common  Metre, 
The  compafflon  of  GO D. 

1 .  /^\  Thou,  the  wretched's  fure  retreat, 
\J     Who  doft  our  cares  controul, 

And  with  the  chearful  fmile  of  peace 
Revive  the  fainting  foul  i 

o 

2.  Did  ever  thy  relenting  ear 
The  humble  plea  difdain  ; 

Or  when  did  plaintive  mis'ry  figh, 
Or  fupplicate,  in  vain  ? 

3.  Opprefs'd  with  grief  and  fhame,  diffolv'd 
In  penitential  tears, 

Thy  goodnefs  calms  our  reftlefs  doubts, 
And  diflipates  our  fears. 

4.  New  life  from  thy  refreshing  grace 
Our  linking  hearts  receive  ; 

Thy  gentleft  beft  lov'd  attribute, 
To  pity  and  forgive. 

5.  From  that  bleft  fource  propitious  hope 
Appears  ferenely  bright, 

And  fheds  her  foft  diffufive  beam 
O'er  forrow's  difmal  night. 

6.  Our  griefs  confefs  her  vital  pow'r, 
And  blefs  the  friendly  ray, 

N  2  Which 


ioo  PAR  T     II. 

Which  ufhers  in  the  fmiling  morn 
Of  everlafting  day. 

PSALM  XIII.     Long  Metre. 
GOD  incomprehenfible. 
i .  T     ORD,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind  ; 
I   j   We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode : 
O,  'tis  beyond  a  creature-mind, 
To  glance  a  thought  half-way  to  God. 

2 .  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  iky, 
The  great  eternal  reigns  alone  : 
Where  neither  wings  nor  fouls  can  fly. 
Nor  angels  climb  the  toplefs  throne. 

3.  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  feat 
Of  gems  infufferably  bright, 
And  lays  beneath  his  facred  feet, 
Subflantial  beams  of  gloomy  night. 

4.  Yet,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
Look  through,  and  chear  us  from  above ; 
Beyond  our  praife  thy  grandeur  flies, 
Yet  we  adore,   and  yet  we  love, 

PSALM  XIV.     Long  Metre. 
GOD  exalted  above  men. 

1 .  O  HALL  the  low  race  of  flelh  and  blood 
|^3  Contend  with  their  Creator  God  ? — « 
Behold  he  puts  his  trail  in  none 

Of  all  the  fpirits  round  his  throne  : 

2.  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they, 
Who  fpring  from  dull  and  dwell  in  clay ! 
Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  his  wrath, 

We  faint  and  vanifn  like  the  moth. 

:    F 


PART     IT.  101 

;.  Prom  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 

We  die  by  thoufands  in  his  light ; 

Bury'd  in  dull:  whole  nations  lie, 

Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 
4,  Almighty  pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow : 

How  frail  are  we !  how  glorious  thou ! 

No  more  the  fons  of  earth  mail  dare 

With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

PSALM  XV.     Long  Metre. 
The  divine  perfections  celebrated, 

1.  T\  /f*Y  God,  my  king,  thy  various  praife 

L/V  J.  Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2 .  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  fliall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  ev'rv  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  mine, 
And  fpeak  thy  majefty  divine ; 

Let  Britain  round  her  mores  proclaim 
The  honours  of  thy  glorious  name. 

5.  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceffion  of  thy  praife  ; 

,    And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  labour  of  their  tongue. 

6.  But 


102  PART      II. 

6.  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  : 
Vail  and  unfearchable  thy  ways  ; 
Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife. 

PSALM  XVI.    Common  Metre. 
GOD  the  Creator. 

1.  dT\  LORD,  how  excellent  thy  name  ! 
^/     How  glorious  to  behold, 

Engraven  fair  on  all  thy  works, 
In  characters  of  gold ! 

2.  On  heav'ns  unmeafurable  face, 
In  lines  immenfely  great ; 

In  fmall,  on  ev'ry  leaf  and  flow'r, 
Creator  GOD  is  writ. 

3.  Tho'  reafon  be  not  giv'n  to  all 
Nor  voice  to  thee,  O  fun  ! 

Their  Maker  all  proclaim,  and  here 
Their  language  is  but  one. 

4.  From  land  to  land,  from  world  to  world, 
Thy  fame  is  echo'd  round  ; 

And  ages,  as  they  pafs,  tranfmit 
The  never-dying  found. 

5.  Angels,  the  eldeft  fons  of  light, 
Began  the  lofty  fong  : 

They  faw  the  heav'ns  expand  abroad, 
And  earth  on  nothing  hung. 

6.  Then  man,  the  Iaft  and  nobleft  work 
Of  all  this  nether  frame, 

With  the  firft  vital  breath  he  drew, 
Confefs'd  from  whence  he  came. 

7.  Let 


PART     II.  103 

7.  Let  men  unite  to  praife  their  God, 

Let  them  adore  his  name ; 
The  wonders  of  his  pow'r  and  love 

Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

PSALM  XVII.     Long  Metre. 
GOD  known  by  his  works. 

1 .  f^\  RE  AT  is  our  God  ;  his  works  of  might 
\y  To  praife  his  glorious  name  unite  ; 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea  confefs  his  handx 
And  wait  obedient  his  command. 

2.  His  hand  unfeen  fuflains  the  poles 
On  which  the  vaft  creation  rolls  ; 
The  ftarry  fkies  proclaim  his  pow'r, 
His  pencil  glows  in  ev'ry  flow'r. 

3.  In  various  fhapes  and  colours,  rife 
Ten  thoufand  wonders  to  our  eyes ; 

And  beafts  and  birds,  with  lab'ring  throat, 
Teach  us  a  God  in  ev'ry  note. 

4.  Acrofs  the  waves,  around  the  fky, 
There's  not  a  place,  or  deep  or  high, 
Where  the  creator  has  not  trod, 
And  left  the  footfteps  of  a  God. 

PSALM  XVIII.     Proper  Tune. 
All  creatures  called  upon  to  praife  GOD* 
1.  T>  EGIN,  my  foul,  th'  exalted  lay, 
J^J  ^et  eacn  enraptur'd  thought  obey, 
And  praife  th'  Almighty's  name ; 
Lo  !  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas,  and  ikies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rife, 
To  fwell  th'  infpiring  theme. 

2.  Ye 


io4  PART     IL 

2.  Ye  angels,  catch  the  joyful  found,- 
While  all  th'  adoring  throngs  around 

His  wond'rous  mercy  fing ; 
Let  ev'iy  liit'ning  faint  above 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  foul  of  love, 

And  touch  the  fweeteft  firing, 

3.  Thou  heav'n  of  heav'ns,  his  vaft  abode? 
Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  forming  God  ; 

Ye  thunders,  fpeak  his  pow'r  : 
Lo  !  on  the  lightning's  gleamy  wing, 
In  triumph  walks  th'  eternal  King ; 

Th*  aftoniih'd  worlds  adore. 

4.  Ye  deeps,  with  roaring  billows  rife. 
To  join  the  thunders  of  the  ikies  ; 

Praife  him  who  bid  you  roll ; 
His  praife  in  fofter  notes  declare, 
Each  whifp'ring  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  foul. 

5.  Wake,  all  ye  foaring  throngs,  and  fing  ; 
Ye  chearful  warblers  of  the  fpring, 

Harmonious  anthems  raife, 
To  him  who  fhap'd  your  finer  mould, 
'  Who  tip'd  your  glitt'ring  wings  with  gold, 
And  tun'd  your  voice  to  praife. 

6.  Let  man,  by  nobler  paffions  fway'd, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  judging  head, 

In  heav'nly  praife  employ ; 
Spread  the  creator's  name  around, 
Till  heav'ns  broad  arch  ring  back  the  found, 

ThegenVal  buiil  of  jov. 

PSALM 


PART    II.  105 

PSALM   XIX.     Common  Metre. 
Pralfe  to  G  0  D  from  all  creatures* 

1.  rr"iHE  glories  of  our  maker  God 

Our  joyful  tongues  fhall  fing; 
And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  former  and  their  king, 

2.  'Twas  his  right-hand  that  fliap'd  our  clay. 
And  wrought  this  wond'rous  frame  j 

But  from  his  own  celeflial  breath, 
Our  nobler  fpirits  came. 

3.  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 
And  worfhip  with  our  tongues : 

We  claim  fome  kindred  with  the  fkies, 
And  join  the  heav'nly  fongs. 

4.  Let  beafts,  which  in  the  paftures  feed, 
Or  in  the  defarts  lie, 

Fifties  that  move  within  the  feas, 
And  fowls  beneath  the  fky ; 

5.  Let  rocks,  and  woods,  and  fires,  and  feas, 
Their  various  tribute  bring  > 

And  one  united  anthem  raife 
To  God,  all  nature's  king. 

6.  Ye  planets,  to  his  honour  mine, 
As  thro*  your  orbs  you  run  ; 

Praife  him  in  your  eternal  courfe 
Around  the  fteady  fun. 

7 .  The  glory  of  our  Maker's  name 
The  wide  creation  fills, 

And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 
Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 

O  PSALM 


106  PART      II. 

P  S  A  L  M  XX.     As  the  1 1 3th  Pfalm. 

Praife  to  GO D  from  the  material  creation. 
i.  £^\  REAT  God,  die  heav'ns  well  order'd 

\jjp  frame 

Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  ; 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  fliine  ; 
A  thoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  boundlefs  pow'r  and  fkill  divine. 

2 .  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light 

Lectures  of  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  inftrucfcions  run 
Far  as  the  journey  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice  : 
The  fun,  like  a  young  bridegroom  dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4.  Where-e'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  : 

All  nature  joins  to  {hew  thy  praife ; 
Thy  glories  thro'  creation  mine, 
Our  fouls  confefs  the  pow'r  divine, 

And  fongs  of  chearful  homage  raife. 

PSALM  XXI.     Common  Metre. 
The  G  0  D  of  nature  worflnpped. 
I.  T  TAIL,  king  fupreme!  all  wife  and  good ! 
J7J[     To  thee  our  thoughts  we  raife, 

While 


PART      II.  107 

While  nature's  beauties,  wide  difplay'd, 
Infpire  our  fouls  with  praife. 

2.  At  morning,  noon,  and  ev'ning  mild, 
Thy  works  engage  our  view  ; 

And,  while  we  gaze,  our  hearts  exult 
With  tranfports  ever  new. 

3 .  Thy  glory  beams  in  ev'ry  ftar, 
Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night ; 

And  decks  the  riling  face  of  morn 
With  rays  of  chearing  light. 

4.  The  funny  hill,  the  dewy  lawn, 
With  thoufand  beauties  mine  ; 

The  iilent  grove,  and  awful  made 
Proclaim  thy  pow'r  divine. 

5.  From  tree  to  tree  a  conftant  hymn 
Employs  the  feather'd  throng  ; 

To  thee  their  chearful  notes  they  fwell,  - 
And  chaunt  their  grateful  fong. 

6.  Great  nature's  God,  ftill  may  thefe  fcenes 
Our  ferious  hours  engage  5 

Still  may  our  grateful  hearts  confult 
Thy  works  inftruclive  page. 

PSALM  XXII.      Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  GO D  from  the  heavenly  bodies, 

%.  nr^HE  fpacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  fky, 
And  fpangled  heav'ns,  a  mining  frame, 
Their  great  original  proclaim. 

2.Th'  unweary  fun,  from  day  to  day, 
Doth  his  creator's  pow'r  difplay  \ 

O  2  ud 


108  PART     II. 

And  publifhes  to  ev'ry  land, 
The  work  of  one  almighty  hand. 

3.  Soon  as  the  ev'ning  fhades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wond'rous  tale ; 
And  nightly  to  the  lift'ning  earth 
Repeats  the  ftory  of  her  birth. 

4.  Whilft  all  the  ftars  which  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  tae  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  fpread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5.  What  tho'  in  folemn  filence  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terreftial  ball ; 
What  tho*  no  real  voice  nor  found 
Amidit.  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ; 

6.  In  reafon's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice  j 
For  ever  ringing,  as  they  fhine, 

"  The  hancl  that  made  us  is  divine." 

PSALM  XXIII .     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
GOD  the  creator  and  governor  of  the  world* 

1.  ^7^  noty  f011^?  m  God  rejoice  ; 

j[    Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice  -7 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new : 

Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace. 
How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true ! 

2 .  Juftice  and  truth  he  ever  loves, 

And  the  whole  earth  his  goodnefs  proves  ; 
His  word  the  heav'nly  arches  fpicad  : 

How 


PART     II.  109 

How  wide  they  mine  from  north  to  fouth  ! 
And  by  the  fpirit  of  his  mouth 
Were  all  the  ftarry  armies  made. 

3.  He  gathers  the  wide  flowing  feas  ; 
Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place 

In  the  vaft  ftore-houfe  of  the  deep : 
He  fpake  and  gave  all  nature  birth  ; 
And  fires,  arid  feas,  and  heav'n,  and  earth, 

His  everlailing  orders  keep. 

4.  Let  mortals  tremble,  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiiflefs  pow'r ; 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage : 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hands; 
But  his  eternal  counfel  Hands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

PSALM  XXIV.    As  the  50th  Pfalm. 
The  eternal  and  Jove  reign  GOD. 

1.  fTHHE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on 

His  robes  of  ftate  are  flrengtL  and  majefly  : 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  and'ftablifh'd  by  his  hand: 
Long  Hood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 

2.  God  is  th'  eternal  King:  his  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellions  to  confound  his  reign  ; 
In  vain  the  ftorms  ;  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againfl  the  Ikies , 
Foaming  at  heav'n  they  rage  with  wild  com- 
motion, [ocean. 

But  heav'n's  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelling 

3.  Ye 


no  PART      II. 

3.  Ye  tempefts,  rage  no  more;  ye  floods  be  ftill; 
Be  the  whole  earth  fubmiffive  to  his  will: 
Built  on  his  truth  his  throne  rauft  ever  ftand ; 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand : 
See  his  own  fons,  when  they  appear  before 
him,  [him. 

Bow  at  his  foot-ftool,  and  with  fear  adore 

PSALM  XXV.     Common  Metre. 
The  eternal  dominion  of  GO D. 

1.  #^1  RE  AT  God  !  how  excellent  art  thou ! 
%^y     What  worthlefs  beings  we  ! 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 

2 .  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
Ere  feas  or  ftars  were  made ; 

Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3 .  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 
To  thine  immenfe  furvey, 

From  the  formation  of  the  fky, 
To  the  great  burning  day. 

4.  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 
Stands  prefent  in  thy  view ; 

To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears  ; 
Great  God  !  there's  nothing  new. 

5.  Our  lives  thro'  various  fcenes  are  drawn, 
And  vex'd  with  trilling  cares, 

While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undiilurb'd  affairs. 

6.  Great  God  !  how  excellent  art  thou! 
What  worthlefs  beings  we ! 

Let 


P  A  R  T      II.  lit 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 

PSALM  XXVI.     As  the  50th  Pfalm. 
GOD  the  /over  eign  King. 
i.rTP  HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns  fupremely 
JL  great, 

And  o'er  heav'ns  arches  builds  his  royal  feat; 
Thro'  worlds  unknown  his  fov'reign  fway 

extends, 
Nor  fpace,nor  time  hisboundlefs  empire  ends} 
His  eye  beholds  th'  affairs  of  ev'ry  nation, 
And  reads  each   thought    through  his  im- 
menfe  creation. 

2.  Light'nings  and  ftormshis  mighty  word  obey, 
And  planets  roll,  where  he  has  mark'd  their 

way : 
Unnumber'd  angels  veil'd  before  him  ftand, 
And  at  his  flgnal  all  their  wings  expand : 
His  praife  gives  harmony  to  all  their  voices, 
And  ev'ry  heart  thro'  the  full  choir  rejoices, 

3.  Rebellious  mortals,  ceafe  your  tumults  vain* 
Nor  longer  fuch  unequal  war  maintain  : 
Let  clay  with  fellow  clay  in  combat  flrive, 
B  ut  dread  to  brave  the  pow'r  by  which  you  live : 
With  contrite  hearts  fall  proltrate  and  adore 

him, 
For,  if  he  frown,  ye  perifli  all  before  him. 

PSALM 


*i2  PA  R  T     ir. 

PSALM  XXVII.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  for  creation  and  providence. 
i.  T  SING  th'  almighty  pow'r  of  God s 

.1     That  made  the  mountains  rife  ; 
That  fpread  the  flowing  feas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  ikies. 

2. 1  iing  the  wifdom  that  ordain'd 

The  fan  to 'rule  the  day  ; 
The  moon  iliines  full  at  his  command,* 

And  all  the  ftars  obey. 
3.I  iing  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 

That  fill'd  the  earth  with  food ; 
He  form'd  the  creatures  with  his  word, 

And  then  pronounc'd  them  good. 

4.  Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are  difplay'd^ 
Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye  ; 

If  I  furvey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  fky  ! 

5.  There's  not  a  plant  or  flow'r  below.* 
But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 

And  clouds  arife,  and  tempeils  blow, 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

6.  Creatures  (as  num  rous  as  they  be) 
Are  fubjeci:  to  thy  care : 

There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee) 
But  God  is  prefent  there. 

7.  His  hand  is  my  perpetual  guard ; 
He  keeps  mc  with  his  eye  ; 

Why  mould  I  then  forget  the  Lord, 
Who  is  for  ever  nigh  ? 

PSALM 


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PSALM  XXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  unlverfal  providence  of  GO  D, 

1.  ripiHE  earth,  and  all  the  heav'nly  frame, 

Their  great  creator's  love  proclaim  : 
He  gives  the  fun  his  genial  pow'r, 
And  lends  the  foft  refrefhing  fhow'r. 

2.  The  ground  with  plenty  blooms  again, 
And  yields  her  various  fruits  to  men  ; 
To  men,  who  from  thy  bounteous  hand, 
Receive  the  gifts  of  ev'ry  land. 

3. Nor  to  the  human  race  alone, 

Is  his  paternal  goodnefs  mown ; 

The  tribes  of  earth,  and  fea,  and  air, 

Enjoy  his  univerfal  care. 
4.  Not  ev'n  a  fparrow  yields  his  breath, 

Till  God  permit  the  ftroke  of  death : 

He  hears  the  ravens  when  they  call, 

The  father  and  the  friend  of  all, 

PSALM  XXIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  conflant  -providence  of  GO D. 

1.  "fT*  TERNAL  fource  of  ev'ry  joy ! 
fj  Well  may  thy  praife  our  lips  employ, 

Whilevin  thy  temple  we  appear ; 

Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  circling  year. 

2 .  Wide  as  the  earth  and  planets  roll, 

Thy  hand  fupports  and  chears  the  whole : 
By  thee  the  fun  is  taught  to  rife, 
And  darknefs  when  to  veil  the  fkies. 

3.  The  flow'ry  fpring,  at  thy  command, 
Embalms  the  air  and  paints  the  land ; 

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114  P  A  R  T     II. 

The  fummer-rays  with  vigour  mine, 
To  raife  the  corn,  and  chear  the  vine. 

4.  Seafons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  fucceffive  hymns  of  praife  : 
Still  be  the  chearful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade. 

5.O  may  our  more  hannonious  tongues, 
In  worlds  unknown  purfue  the  fongs  ; 
And  in  thofe  brighter  courts  adore, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

P  S  A  L  M  XXX.     Common  Metre. 
The  providence  of  GOD  in  thefeajons  cf 'the  year. 

i.'TPIS  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  Hand, 

J[       God  of  eternal  pow'r  ; 
The  iea  grows  calm  at  thy  command. 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 

2.  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade 
Succefiive  comforts  bring ; 

Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveft  gkd, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  fpring. 

3.  Seafons,  and  times,  and  months,  and  hours, 
Keav'n,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  : 

When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  fhow'rs,^ 
The  author  is  divine. 

4.  Thofe  wand'ring  citterns  in  the  fky, 
Borne  by  the  winds  around, 

h  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground, 
r.  1  he  thirfly  ridges  drink  their  £11, 
And  ranks  of  coin  appear  ; 

Thy 


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Thy  ways  abound  with  bleffings  ftill , 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

P  S  A  L  M  XXXI.     Long  Metre. 
The  providential  goodnefs  of  GOD. 

1.  TrtRaife  ye  the  Lord  ;  'tis  good  to  isufe 

Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  j 
His  nature  and  his  works  unite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2.  Sing  to  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good  ; 
He  fills  our  hearts  with  joy  and  food ; 
He  pours  his  bleflings  from  the  Ikies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

3.  He  fends  the  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  chear  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  ; 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plenteous  rain 
Refreih  the  thirfty  earth  again. 

4.  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  ^loaths  the  mailing  fields  with  corn  j 
The  beads  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

5.  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong ; 

He  heals  the  weak  and  guards  the  ftrong. 

6.  The  wonders  which  his  love  hath  wrought. 
Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our  thought  j 
Should  we  attempt  the  long  detail, 

Our  fpeech  would  faint,  our  numbers  fail. 

7.  Praife  ye  the  Lord  :  my  heart  fhall  join, 
In  work  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine, 

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ud  P  A  R  T     II. 

Now  while  this  earth  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 

PSALM  XXXII.     Long  Metre. 
Divine  condefcenfion  to  human  affairs. 
I.TTP  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 
%^J    And  views  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  everlafting  praifes  fly, 
And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

2 .  He  who  can  make  the  worlds  he  made, 
Or  by  his  word,  or  by  his  rod, 

His  goodnefs  how  amazing  great ! 
And  what  a  condefcending  God  ! 

3.  God,  who  muft  floop  to  view  the  Hues, 
And  bow  to  fee  what  angels  do, 
Down  to  our  earth  directs  his  eyes, 
And  bends  his  footfteps  downward  too. 

4.  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 
And  manages  our  mean  affairs  ; 
On  humble  fouls  the  king  of  kings" 
Bellows  his  counfels  and  his  cares. 

5.  O  could  our  thankful  hearts  devife 
A  tribute  equal  to  his  grace. 

To  the  third  heav'n  our  fongs  mould  rife, 
And  teach  angelic  minds  his  praife. 

PSALM  XXXIII.     Common  Metre. 
GOD  the  freferver  of  our  frail  bodies. 
1.  T     ET  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be, 

jLj     Nor  death  nor  danger  fear, 
But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord,  to  thec, 
What  feeble  things  we  are, 

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2.  Frefh  as  the  grafs  our  bodies  ftand, 
And  flouriih  bright  and  gay  ; 

A  blafting  wind  fweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grafs  away. 

3 .  Our  life  contains  a  thoufand  fprings, 
And  dies  if  one  be  gone  ; 

Strange !  that  a  harp  of  thoufand  firings, 
Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 

4.  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our  frame, 
The  God  who  form'd  us  firfl  j 

Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  name 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  dull. 

5.  While  we  have  breath,  or  ufe  our  tongues, 
Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 

His  fpirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Qr  they  would  heave  no  more. 

PSALM  XXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

GOD  oar  conftant  preferver. 

1.  TTOSANNAH,  with  a  chearful  found, 
JLJL     To  God's  upholding  hand  ; 

Ten  thoufand  mares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  fecure  we  Hand. 

2.  That  was  a  mofl:  amazing  pow'r, 
Which  rais'd  us  wTith  a  word ; 

And  ev'ry  day  and  ev'ry  hour 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3.  The  ev'ning  refts  our  weary  head, 
And  angels  guard  the  room  ; 

We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 
Which  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

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1 18  P  A  R  T     II. 

4.  The  rifing  morning  ca^n't  allure 
That  we  lliall  end  the  day  ; 

For  death  ftands  ready  at  the  door 
To  make  our  lives  his  prey. 

5,  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light 
Our  joy  and  fafety  brings  ; 

Our  feeble  frames  lie  fafe  at  night, 
Beneath  his  guardian  wings. 

PSALM  XXXV.     Long  Metre. 
GOD  our  protector. 
1. 1  J"E  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
{71  Shall  find  a  molt  fecure  abode ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  fhade, 
And  fafe  at  night  mall  reft  his  head. 

2.  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way, 
His  morning  fmiles  blefs  all  the  day  ; 
He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  vail,*  and  keeps 
The  filent  hours  while  nature  flecps. 

3.  Then  will  I  fay,  "  My  God,  thy  pow'r 
"  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tow'r ; 

"  I,  who  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft, 
"  Make  thine -almighty  arm.  my  truft." 

4.  Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  ikies ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives^ 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 

5. He  lives,  the  everlafting  God, 

Who  built  the  world  and  fpread  the  flood  ; 
He  lives,  and  by  his  heav'nly  care, 
Preferves  my  life  from  ev'ry  mare. 

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PART     II.  119 

PSALM  XXXVI.     Long  Metre. 
The  dally  goodnefs  of  GO  D. 

1.  /^l  RE  AT  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love ! 
\jr  Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  evening  new  ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  diftil  like  early  dew. 

2 .  Thou  fpreadfl  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  guardian  of  our  fleeping  hours ; 
Thy  fov'reign  word  reftores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  our  drowfy  pow'rs. 

3 .  We  yield  our  pow'rs  to  thy  command ; 
To  thee  we  confecrate  our  days  : 
Perpetual  ble flings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  fongs  of  praife. 

PSALM  XXXVII.     Common  Metre, 
Our  ftort  lives  crowned  with  the  divine  goodnefs * 

1 .  /^\UR  time  is  ever  on  the  wing, 
\^J     And  death  is  ever  nigh  ; 

The  moment  when  our  lives  begin, 
We  all  begin  to  die. 

2.  Yet,  mighty  God,  our  fleeting  days 
Thy  conftant  favours  mare  ; 

Yet  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace 
Thou  crown' it  the  rolling  year. 

3.  The  hand  of  mercy  finds  us  food, 
And  we  are  cloath'd  with  love, 

While  grace  Hands  pointing  out  the  road, 
Which  leads  our  fouls  above. 

4.  Thy  goodnefs  runs  an  endlefs  round  ; 
AH  glory  to  the  Lord  ! 

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no  PART      II. 

Thy  mercy  never  knows  a  bound ; ' 

Be  thy  great  name  ador'd ! 
5.  Thus  we  begin  the  ]  ailing  long  ; 

And  when  we  clofe  our  eyes, 
Let  the  next  age  thy  praife  prolong, 

Till  time  and  nature  dies. 

PSALM  XXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
GOD  our  conftant  benefactor \ 
1.  /"*1  Reat  God!  to  thee  our  grateful  tongues 

Vjf     United  thanks  ihall  raife  ; 
Infpire  our  hearts  to  tune  the  fongs, 

Which  celebrate  thy  praife. 
2. From  thine  almighty  forming  hand 

We  drew  our  vital  pow'rs  ; 
Our  time  revolves- at  thy  command, 

In  all  its  circling  hours. 

3.  Thy  pow'r,  our  ever  prefent  guard, 
From  ev'ry  ill  defends  ; 

While  num'rous  dangers  hover  round, 
Our  help  from  thee  defcends. 

4.  Beneath  the  fliadow  of  thy  wings, 
How  fweet  is  our  repofe ! 

The  morning-light  renews  the  fprings 
From  whence  our  comfort  flows. 

5.  In  celebration  of  thy  praife 
We  will  employ  our  breath  j 

And,  walking  fteadfaft  in  thy  ways, 
Will  triumph  over  death. 

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PSALM  XXXIX.     Long  Metre. 
GOD  acknowledged  in  our  enjoyments* 

1.  T7«ATHER  of  light,  we  fing  thy  name, 
JJ     Who  kindleft  up  the  lamp  of  day  ; 
Wide  as  he  fpreads  his  chearing  flame 
His  beams  thy  pow'r  and  love  difplay. 

2.  Fountain  of  good,  from  thee  proceeds, 
In  plenteous  drops  the  genial  rain, 
Which  thro'  the  hills,  and  thro'  the  meads, 
Revives  the  grafs,  and  fwells  the  grain. 

3 .  Thro'  the  wide  world  thy  bounties  fpread  * 
Yet  numbers  of  our  guilty  race, 

Tho'  by  thy  daily  bounty  fed, 
Affront  thy  law,  and  flight  thy  grace. 
4*  Not  fo  may  our  forgetful  hearts 
O'erlook  the  tokens  of  thy  care  ; 
But  what  thy  lib'ral  hand  impaits, 
Still  own  in  praife,  ftill  aik  in  pray'r. 

5»  So  fhall  our  funs  more  grateful  mine, 
And  fhow'rs  in  richer  drops  fi}all  fall, 
When  all  our  hearts  and  lives  are  thine, 
And  thou  our  God  ador'd  in  all. 

PSALM  XL.     Common  Metre, 
The  pecidlar  goodnefs  of  GO D  to  the  righteous. 
i  •  "\\  TITH  pleaiing  wonder,  Lord,  we  view 

V V       The  bounties  of  thy  grace  -> 
How  much  beilow'd,  how  much  referv'd, 

For  thofe  who  feek  thy  face. 
2.  Thy  lib'ral  hand  with  worldly  blifs 
Oft  makes  their  cup  run  o'er ; 

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vzz  PAR  T      II, 

And  in  the  cov'nant  of  thy  love 
They  find  diviner  ftore. 

3.  Thy  mercy  hides  their  numerous  fins, 
And  forms  them  for  the  Iky  ; 

It  crowns  their  lives  with  preicnt  joys, 
And  lifts  their  hopes  on  high. 

4.  For  them  rich  treafures,  yet  unknown, 
Are  ftor'd  in  worlds  to  come ; 

Peaceful  and  pleafant  is  their  way, 
And  happy  is  their  home, 

5.  What  equal  tribute  can  we  pay  ? 
Or  how  fuch  goodncfs  own  ? 

But 'tis  our  joy,  that,  Lord,  to  thee 
Thy  fervants  hearts  are  known. 

6.  Since  time's  too  fhort,  O  gracious  God, 
To  utter  all  thy  praife, 

Loud  to  the  honour  of  thy  name 
Eternal  hymns  we'll  raife. 

PSALM  XLI.     Long  Metre. 
The  ferfeftions  and  fr evidence  of  GO D. 
I.^TTTITH  all  our  pow'rs  of   heart  and 
\' y  tongue, 

We'll  praife  our  Maker  in  our  fong ; 
Angels  fhall  hear  the  notes  we  raife. 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 

:.  Angels,  who  make  his  church  their  care, 
Shall  witnefs  our  devotion  there ; 
"While  holy  zeal  directs  our  eyes, 
To  his  fair  temple  in  the  ikies. 


PART     II.  123 

3.  We  blefs  our  God,  who  reigns  above, 
Whofe  thoughts  are  kind,whofe  name  is  love; 
Whofe  bounty  thro'  creation  flows, 

And  life  and  blifs  on  all  bellows. 

4.  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  fkyj 
He  fix'd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  ; 
He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
And  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night. 

5.  His  goodnefs  crowns  each  op'ning  day  -> 
His  wifdom  guides  our  doubtful  way  *, 
He  guards  us  by  his  pow'rful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  his  heav'nly  land. 

6.0  let  our  fouls  with  joy  record 

The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  : 
How  great  his  works !  how  kind  his  ways ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM  XLII.     Short  Metre. 
Spiritual  and  temporal  mercies, 

1.  f~^\  Blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul! 
\^J   Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name. 
Whofe  favours  are  divine. 

2.  O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul ! 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs, 
And  without  praifes  die. 

3.  'Tis  he  forgives  my  fins  ; 
'Tis  he  relieves  my  pain  ; 

Tis  he  who  heals  my  ficknefles, 
And  makes  me  voung  again. 

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124  PART     II. 

4.  He  crowns  my  life  with  love, 
When  ranfom'd  from  the  graye ; 

He,  that  redeem 'd  my  foul  from  hell, 
Hath  fov'rcign  powr  to  fave. 

5.  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 
He  gives  the  fuff'rers  reft ; 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud 
And  juftice  for  th'  oppreft. 

6.  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Mops  known ; 

But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  fon. 

PSALM  ESIII.     Long  Metre, 

The  holy  fcriptures. 

1 .  4T^\  OD,  who  in  various  methods  told 
\JT  His  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old? 
Sent  his  own  fon,  with  truth  and  grace, 
To  teach  us  in  thefe  latter  days. 

2 .  Our  nation  reads  his  written  word, 
The  book  of  life,  the  true  record : 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heay'n 
Is  by  this  fure  conveyance  giv'n. 

3.  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefsYl. 
Able  to  make  us  wife  and  blefs'd  ; 

The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too. 

4.  O  render  thanks  to  God  above, 

For  his  rich  grace  and  boundlefs  love  \ 
Let  all  mankind  receive  his  word, 
And  ev'ry  nation  praife  the  Loki>. 

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PSALM  XLIV,     As  the  1 1 3th  Pfalm. 
The  knowledge  of  GOD. 

1 .  T    ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife, 

1  j  To  fing  the  choiceft  pfalm  of  praife, 
To  ling  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name: 

His  glory  let  the  heathens  know, 

His  wonders  to  the  nations  mew, 
And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim. 

2.  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord  ; 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word  -7 

In  Britain  is  Jehovah  know : 
Our  worfhip  fhall  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made  \ 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3.  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  fky, 
He  made  the  mining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there : 
His  beams  are  majefty  and  light ; 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright ! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair ! 

4.  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  mall  know  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  proclaim. 

PSALM  XLV.     Common  Metre. 
The  miflion  of  Christ. 

I.  O ING  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
£7     Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue  \ 

His 


12(5  P  A  R  T      n. 

His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  fong. 

2.  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 
God's  own  Almighty  Son  ; 

His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuftains, 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 

3.  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day  ; 
Joy  thro'  the  earth  be  feen ; 

Let  cities  mine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  chearful  green, 

4.  Let  an  unufual  joy  furprife 
The  iflands  of  the  fea  ; 

Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  vallies  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5.  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 
The  nations  as  their  God; 

To  fliew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

PSALM  XLVI.     Long  Metre. 
The  love  of  GOD  d  if  played  by  Christ, 

1.  l^TOW  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  fong  ! 
Xll    Awake  my  foul,  awake  my  tongue  ; 
Hofannah  to  th'  eternal  name, 

And  all  his  boundlefs  love  proclaim. 

2.  See  where  it  fhines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brighteft  image  of  his  grace ; 
God  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son 
Has  all  his  nobleft  works  out-done. 

3.  The  fpacioas  earth,  the  fpreading  flood, 
Proclaim  the  wife  and  pow'rful  God  ; 

And 


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And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  ev'ry  rolling  ftar  : 

4.  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  Hands, 
The  nobleft  labour  of  thy  hands  ; 
The  pleaiing  luftre  of  his  eyes 
Outfliines  the  wonders  of  the  ikies. 

5.  Grace,  'tis  a  fweet,  a  charming  theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name: 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  found ; 

Ye  heav'ns*,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

PSALM    XLVII.      Short  Metre. 
The  hops  of  pardon  by  Christ. 

1.  T)  AISE  your  triumphant  fongs 
X\.     To  an  immortal  tune  j 

Let  the  wide  earth  refound  the  deeds 
Celeftial  grace  hath  done. 

2 .  Sing  how  eternal  love 
Its  chief  beloved  chofe, 

And  bid  him  raiie  our  finful  race 
From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 

3.'Twas  mercy  filPd  the  throne, 

And  wrath  flood  filent  by  ; 
When  Christ  was  fent  with  pardons  down 

To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

4.  Now  finners  dry  your  tears  ; 
Let  hopelefs  forrow  ceafe, 

Bow  to  the  fceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  ofTer'd  peace. 

5.  Lord,  we  obey  the  call ; 
We  lay  an  humble  claim 

To 


128  PART      II. 

To  the  falvation  thou  haft  brought, 
And  love  and  praife  thy  name. 

PSALM  XLVIII.     Short  Metre, 
Divine  affiftance. 

1 .  'TPO  God  the  only  wife, 

J[       Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  faints  below  the  fkies 
Their  humble  praifes  bring. 

2.  'Tis  his  Almighty  love, 
His  counfel  and  his  care, 

Preferves  us  fafe  from  fin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  fnare. 

3 .  He  will  prefent  our  fouls 
UnblemihVd  and  com  pleat, 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4.  Then  all  the  pious  race 
Shall  meet  around  his  throne ; 

Shall  blefs  the  conducl  of  his  grace, 

And  make  his  wonders  known. 
5. For  to  our  Saviour  God 

Wifdom  and  pow'r  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majeity, 

And  everlafting  fongs. 

PSALM  XLIX.     As  the  1 1 3th  Pfalm. 

The  hope  of  a  refurreftion. 

1 .  npHINK,  nighty  God,  on  feeble  man  ; 
J_     How  few  his  hours  !  how  fhort  his  fpan! 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  : 

Who 


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Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
With  fkiil  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 

2. Lord,  fhall  it  be  for  ever  faid, 
"  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  ficknefs,  forrow,  and  the  drift  ? 
"  Are  not  thy  fervants,  day  by  day, 
"  Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 

"  Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juft  ?" 

3.  But  thou  has  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heav'nly  crown : 

Why  do  we  then  indulge  defpair  f 
For  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 
That  we  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a  refurrection  there. 

4.  For  everblefied  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  : 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love, 

And  each  repeat  the  loud  Amen, 

PSALM  L.     Common  Metre. 

Hope  of  heaven  by  the  refurredlion  of  Christ* 

i.lT>Lefs'd  be  the  everlafting  God, 

J3     The  Father  of  our  Lord  j 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 

His  majeily  ador'd. 

2.  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Son, 
And  calPd  him  to  the  fky, 

R  He 


13*  PART    II. 

He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope, 
That  they  fhould  never  die. 

3.  What  tho'  his  uncontroul'd  decree 
Command  us  back  to  dull ; 

Yet,  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rofe, 
So  all  his  folPwers  muft. 

4.  There's  an  inheritance  divine 
Referv'd  againft  that  day  ; 

5Tis  uncorrupted,  undehTd, 
And  cannot  fade  away. 

5.  Saints  by  the  pow'r  of  God  are  kept 
'Till  the  falvation  come ; 

We  walk  by  faith  as  flrangers  here, 
'  Till  Ch  r  1  s  t  mall  call  us  home. 

PSALM  LI.     Common  Metre. 
Hope  of  future  happinefs. 

1.  A   WAKE,  ye  faints,  and  raife  your  eyes3 
jfX     And  raife  your  voices  high  ; 

AwaKe,  and  praife  that  wond'rous  love, 
Which  mews  falvation  nigh. 

2 .  Swift  on  the  wings  of  time  it  flies ; 
Each  moment  brings  it  near ; 

Then  welcome  each  declining  day ; 
Welcome  each  doling  year. 

3.  Not  many  years  their  round  mail  run, 
Nor  many  mornings  rife  ; 

Ere  all  its  glories  ft  and  reveal'd 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4.  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  fpread  your  courfe  *, 
Ye  mortal  pow'rs  decay  ; 

Fail 


PART     II.  131 

Fail  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 

PSALM  LII.     Common  Metre. 

Perfonal  mercies  thankfully  acknowledged. 
E.  lltllEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God- 

\\        My  riiing  foul  furveys  ; 
Tranfported  with  the  view,  Pm  loft 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praife. 
1 .  O  how  fhall  words  with  equal  warmth 

The  gratitude  declare, 
Which  glows  within  my  raviuYd  heart  ? 
But  thou  canft  read  it  there. 

3.  Thy  providence  my  life  fuflain'd, 
And  all  my  wants  redrefs'd, 

When  in  the  filent  womb  I  lay, 
And  hung  upon  the  breaft. 

4.  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 
Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 

Before  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 
To  form  themfelves  in  pray'r. 

5.Unnumber,d  comforts  on  my  foul 

Thy  tender  care  beftow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 

From  whence  thofe  comforts  fiow'd. 

6.  When  in  the  flipp'ry  paths  of  youth 

With  heedlefs  ftep  I  ran, 
Thine  arm  unfeen  convey'd  me  fafe, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 

".Thro*  hidden  dangers,  toils  and  deaths, 
\t  gently  clear'd  my  way  j 

R  ?  And 


132  PART      II. 

And  thro*  the  pleafing  fnares  of  vice, 
More  to  be  fear'd  tnan  they, 

8.  When  wo  n  with  ficknefs,  oft  has  thou 
With  health  renewed  my  face ; 

And,  when  in  fins  and  foitows  funk, 
Reviv'd  my  foul  with  grace, 

9.  Thy  bounteous  hand  with  worldly  blifs 
Has  made  my  cup  run  o'er ; 

And,  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend, 

Has  doubled  all  my  ftore. 
I  o.  Ten  thoufand  thoufand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  leaft  a  chearful  heart, 

That  taftes  thofe  gifts  with  joy. 
1 1 .  Thro'  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodnefs  I'll  purfue  ; 
And,  after  death  in  diftant  worlds, 

The  glorious  theme  renew. 
I2?  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord,  ' 

Thy  mercy  mail  adore. 
13.  Thro'  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  joyful  fong  I'll  raife  ; 
For  oh  !  eternity's  too  fhort 

To  utter  all  thy  praife. 

PSALM  LIII.     Common  Metre. 
Prefervation  by  fea. 
1.  T  TOW  are  thy  fervants  bleft,  O  Lord  ! 
If     How  fare  is  their  defence ! 
**"  Eternal 


PART     II.  133 

Eternal'  wifdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help  omnipotence. 

2.  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 
Supported  by  thy  care, 

Thro'  burning  climes  I  pafs'd  unhurt, 

And  breath'd  in  tainted  air. 
g.  Thy  mercy  fweeten'd  ev'ry  foil, 

Made  ev'ry  region  pleafe  ; 
The  hoary  frozen  hills  it  warm'd, 

And  fmooth'd  the  boiflerous  feas. 

4.  Think,  O  my  foul,  devoutly  think, 
How  with  affrighted  eyes, 

Thou  faw'fl  the  wide  extended  deep 
In  ali  its  horrors  rife. 

5.  Confufion  dwelt  in  ev'ry  face, 
And  fear  in  ev'ry  heart  ; 

When  waves  on  waves,  and  gulphs  on  gulphs, 
O'ercame  the  pilot's  art. 

6.  Yet  then,  from  all  my  griefs,  O  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  fet  me  free ; 

"While  in  the  confidence  of  pray'r 
My  foul  took  hold  on  thee. 

7.  For  tho'  in  dreadful  whirls  we  hung 
High  on  the  broken  wave ; 

I  knew  thou  wer't  not  flow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  fave. 

3.  The  ftorm  was  laid,  the  winds  retired, 
Obedient  to  thy  will ; 

The  fea,  that  roar'd  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  was  ftill. 

9.  In 


134  PART     II. 

9.  In  midfl  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 
Thy  goodnefs  I'll  adore ; 

I'll  praife  thee  for  thy  mercies  paft, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

10.  My  life,  whilft  thou  preferv'ft  my  life, 
Thy  facrifice  Ihall  be  ; 

And  death,  when  death  mail  be  my  doom, 
Shall  join  my  foul  to  thee. 

PSALM  LIV.     Long  Metre. 

New  Tear's-day. 

1 .  f^\  Reat  God,  we  ling  that  mighty  hand, 
jj   By  which  fupported  ftill  we  ftand  ; 
The  op'ning  year  thy  mercy  mows  \ 

Thy  mercy  crowns  it  till  it  clofe. 

2.  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  are  we  guarded  by  our  God  \ 
By  his  incefiant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counfel  led. 

3.  With  grateful  hearts  the  paft  we  own  \ 
The  future  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4. In  fcenes  exalted  or  deprefs'd, 

Thou  art  our  joy,  and  thou  our  reft ; 
Thy  goodnefs  all  our  hopes  fhail  raife, 
Ador'd  thro'  all  our  changing  days. 

5.  When  death  fhall  interrupt  thefe  fongs, 
And  feal  in  lilence  mortal  tongues, 
Our  helper,  God,  in  whom  we  truft, 
In  better  worlds  our  fouls  Ihall  boafl.. 

PSALM 


PART     IT.  135 

PSALM  LV.     Common  Metre. 
For  the  morning. 

1 .  O  TILL  do  the  wheels  of  time  revolve, 
|^     And  bear  this  life  along ! 

Witii  thanks  I  end  the  fleeting  days, 
And  hail  them  with  a  fong. 

2.  Lc  rd,  what  is  man  when  loft  in  {Jeep  ? 
Senfe  and  reflection  dies  : 

And  yet  from  this  defcncelefs  ftate 
With  new  delight  I  rife. 

3. But  not  derencelefs,  O  my  foul ! 

Obferve  that  guardian  hand, 
Which  plac'd  thofe  watchful  angels  there, 

1  here  fet  the  heav'nly  band. 

4.  And  does  the  king  of  Olory  wake 
To  guard  my  fleeping  head  ? 

And  mining  Seraphs  pitch  their  tent 
So  near  a  mortal's  bed  ? 

5.  Great  God  of  hofts,  accept  the  fong; 
I  own  the  wond'rous  grace  : 

O  may  the  guardian  of  my  nights 

Delight  to  blefs  my  days. 
6.'Tis  theirs  alone  fuch  blifs  to  know, 

Who  do  their  father's  will ; 
Refolve,  my  foul,  and  fin  fubdu'd, 

Defy  each  mortal  ill. 
7.  This  day  fhail  ev'ry  hour  correct 

The  follies  of  the  paft ; 
And  fuch  fhail  all  its  actions  be, 

As  would  adorn  the  laft. 

PSALM 


i36  PAR  T     II. 

PSALM  LVI.     Common  Metre. 
For  the  evening. 

1.  QTAY,  ftay,  my  lab'ring  pow'rs,  awake, 
i3      To  praife  a  while  your  God  ; 

The  God  who  rales  the  lightfome  day. 
And  fpreads  thefe  fhades  abroad. 

2.  The  hand  which  fills  my  daily  cup, 
And  gives  me  daily  bread, 

Preferves  my  ev'ning  comforts  too, 
And  makes  my  nightly  bed. 

3.Paft,  O  my  foul,  for  ever  paft 

Is  an  important  day ; 
Its  forrows  and  its  joys  are  gone, 

The  ferious  and  the  gay. 

4.  And  life  itfeif,  that  chequer'd  fcene, 
Dies  with  the  morning  fiow'r ; 

Each  fcheme  dhTolv"d,  and  ev'ry  thought 
Shall  perifh  in  an  hour. 

5.  This  night  perhaps  the  hand  of  death 
May  match  my  foul  away  ; 

And  fend  it  to  the  lhades  of  woe, 
Or  to  eternal  day. 

6.  My  foul,  or  meditate  the  dread, 
Or  oh  !  indulge  the  joy  ; 

And  let  the  praiie  of  love  divine 
The  fweeteft  thoughts  employ. 

7.  'Tis  this  which  chears  my  midnight  hours, 
And  diili pates  the  gloom  ; 

Adds  a  freih  luftre  ts  the  light, 
And  glory  to  the  tomb. 

8.  Thus, 


PART      II.  137 

8.  Thus,  while  I  feel  my  heav'n-born  foul 

To  its  own  manfions  foar, 
Fearlefs,  I  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep, 

Tho'  I  ihould  wake  no  more. 

PSALM  LVII.     Long  Metre. 

o 

tional  deliverance* 

1.  QALVATION  doth  to  God  belong  : 

^3  His  pow'r  and  grace  fhall  be  our  fong ; 
His  hand  hath  dealt  a  dreaaiul  blow, 
And  terror  (hikes  the  haughty  foe. 

2.  Praifc  to  the  Loud  who  bows  his  ear 
Propitious  to  our  humble  pray'r  ; 
And,  tho'  deliv'rance  long  delay, 
Anfwers  in  his  well-chofen  day. 

: .  O  may  thy  grace  our  land  engage, 
.  d  from  fierce  tyrannic  rage, 
,  of  its  praife  to  bring 
To  chee  our  faviour  -and  our  king. 

^.  Oi  les,  guarded  from  the  flame, 

Sh  )  thy  triumphant  name  ; 

id  ^  peaceful  private  home 

To  thee  a  tern  II  become. 


X       U 


[;     Common  M 


Vrclcry  c~:er  public  enemies. 

1.  1~  itijb  tongue  Ihall  join  to  fing. 

Lord  maintains  his  throne  ;" 
heart  ihall  own  its  ki 
ke  his  glories  known, 

2.  At  his  con  tyrannic  pi 

huii'd; 

s  On 


i38  PART      II. 

On  awful  clouds,  behold  him  ride, 
And  thunder  thro'  the  world. 

3.  He  reigns  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 
Diftributes  mortal  crowns ; 

Empires  are  fix'd  beneath  his  fmiles, 
And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

4.  Navies,  that  rule  the  ocean  wide, 
Are  vanquifh'd  by  his  breath  ; 

And  legions,  arm'd  with  pow'r  and  pride, 
Defcend  to  wat'ry  death. 

5.  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 
T'  inflave  our  happy  land  ; 

Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence, 
Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 

6.  Long  may  the  king,  our  fov'reign,  live 
To  rule  rs  by  his  word  \ 

And  all  the  honours  he  can  give 
Be  ofTer'd  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM  LIX.     Common  Metre. 
Fifth  of  November, 
U  QHOUT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joy 3 

■•3     Thro'  the  whole  nation  run  ; 
Ye  Britifh  fkies  refound  the  noife 
Beyond  the  riling  fun. 

2.  Thee,  mighty  God,  our  fouls  admire, 
Thee  our  glad  voices  fing  ; 

And  join  with  the  celeftial  choir 
To  praife  th'  eternal  king. 

3.  Thy  pow'r  the  whole  creation  rules, 
And,  from  the  Harry  Ikies, 

Looks 


P  A  R  T      II.  139 

Looks  down  and  (corns  the  weak  defigns, 
Thine  envious  foes  devife. 

4.  Thy  hand  defies  their  feeble  rage, 
And,  at  thine  awful  frown, 

Their  deep-laid  plots  are  render'd  Tain 
Their  Babel  is  o'er  thrown. 

5.  Their  fecret  fires  in  caverns  lay; 
Our  land  the  facrifice  ; 

But  gloomy  caverns  {trove  in  vain 
To  'fcape  all-fearching  eyes. 

6.  Their  dark  defigns  were  all  reveal'd  ; 
Their  treafons  all  betray'd  ; 

Praife  to  the  Lord,  who  broke  the  fnare 
Their  cruel  hands  had  laid. 

PSALM  LX.     Common  Metre. 
The  blejfings  of  civil  government. 
i.  Y?  TERNAL  fov'reign  of  the  Iky, 

JT  j     And  Lord  of  all  below, 
We  mortals  to  thy  majefly 
Our  firft  obedience  owe, 

2.  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fupreme, 
And  blefs  thy  providence, 

For  magiftrates  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence. 

3.  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  ftand, 
While  virtue  finds  reward, 

And  finners  perifh  from  the  land, 
By  juftice  and  the  fword. 

4.  Where  laws  and  liberties  combine, 
To  make  a  people  bleft, 

S  2  There 


x4o  PART      II. 

There  crowns  with  brighteft  luftre  ihine, 

And  kings  are  honour'd  belt.. 
5.  Let  Ctefar's  due  be  ever  paid 

j  o  C<zjar  and  his  throne  ; 
But  Coniciences  and  fouls  were  made 

To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 

PSALM  LXI.     As  the  1 1 3th  Pfalm, 

A  general  national  thank/giving, 

1.  PAY,  mould  we  fearch  the  globe  around. 
v3   Where  can  fuch  happinefs  be  found, 
As  dwells  in  Britain's  favour'd  ifle  ? 

Here  plenty  reigns  ;  here  freedom  Iheds 
Her  choiceft  bleilings  on  our  heads, 

And  bids  our  bleaked  mountains  fmilc. 

2.  Here  commerce  Spreads  the  wealthy  ftore, 
Which  comes  from  ev'ry  foreign  fhore ; 

vScience  and  art  their  charms  difplay ; 
Religion  teaches  us  to  raife 
Our  voices  in  our  Maker's  praife, 

As  truth  and  confcicnce  point  the  wa    , 

3.  Thefe  are  thy  gifts,  almighty  king! 
From  thee  our  matcnlefs  Meffings  fpring ; 

Th'  extended  trade,  the  fruitful  iki. 
The  raptures  liberty  bet  tows, 
Th'  eternal  joys  the  gofpel  ihows. 

AH  from  thy  boundlds.goodnefs  rife. 

4.  With  grateful  hearts,  with  chearful 

To  God  we  raife  united  fongs  ; 
His  pow'r  and  mercy  wc  proclaim  ; 


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jBritonf,  thro'  ev'ry  age,  fhall  own, 
Jehovah  here  hath  fix'd  his  throne, 

And  triumph  in  his  mighty  name. 
5.  Long  as  the  moon  her  courie  mall  run. 
Or  man  behold  the  circling  fun, 

O  frill  may  God  in  Britain  reign  ; 
Still  crown  her  counfels  with  fuccefs, 
With  peace  and  joy  her  borders  blefs, 

And  all  her  facred  rights  maintain. 

PSALM  LXII.     Common  Metre. 
Praif?  to  GOD  from  mem 

1.  f~^i  R,EAT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  mi 
%jy     Demand  our  nobleft  fongs ; 

Let  his  ailembled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2.  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  ; 
He  gives  his  c        ren  food; 

And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3.  His  Son  the  great  Redeemer,  came 
To  feal  his  covenant  lure ; 

Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
His  ways  arejuft  and  pure. 

4.  Then  let  our  inward  joys  ariie, 
And  burft  into  a  fong  ; 

Let  the  bleft  theme,  which  fills  the  ikies, 
Employ  each  human  tongue. 


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i42  PART      II. 

PSALM  LXIII.     Short  Metre. 
Praife  to  GO D  from  angels, 
l.r¥nHE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King, 

JL       Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high  ; 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  Iky.. 

2.  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 
And  fwift  to  do  his  will ; 

Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  yfc  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil, 

3.  Let  the  bright  hofts  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  King, 

And  guard  his  fervants  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fmg. 

4.  While  all  his  wond'rous  works, 
Thro5  his  vail  kingdom,  mew 

Their  Maker's  glory  ;  thou,  my  foul, 
Shalt  iing  his  praifes  too. 

PSALM  LXIV.     Long  Metre. 
-  Fralfe  to  GOD  on  the  LORD's  day. 

1.  QWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
l3  To  praife  thy  name,  give  thanks,  andfingj 
To  mew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2.  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft ,; 

No  mortal  cares  mall  feize  my  breaft  , 
My  nobleft  pow'rs  mail  join  to  raife 
A  tribute  of  exalted  praife. 

3.  My  heart  fhall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works,  and  blefs  his  word ; 

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His  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  fliine  ! 
How  deep  his  counfels  !  how  divine! 

PSALM  LXV.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  to  GO D  in  his  houfe. 

i.  TN  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife, 

His  grace  he  there  reveals ; 
To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2 .  Let  all  your  facred  paffions  move, 
While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds ; 

But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds. 

3.  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 
Proclaim  your  Maker  bleft  ; 

Yet,  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  foul  mall  praife  him  bell. 

PSALM  LXVI.     Common  Metre. 
Univerfal  and  fine  ere  praife  to  GOD. 

1 .  /^\  For  a  fhout  of  facred  joy 
\^J     To  God  the  fov'reign  King ; 

Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 

2.  While  angels  join  to  found  his  praife, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  ilrains  ; 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  raife  \ 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

3.  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound  -> 
Let  knowledge  lead  the  fong  \ 

Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  found, 
Upon  a  though tlefs  tongue. 

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144  PART     II. 

PSALM  LXVIL     Long  Metre. 

Pralfe  to  GOD  thro'  the  whole  of  our  exlfter.ee. 

i.  £^\  OD  of  my  life,  thro'  all  its  days 

xJF  My  grateful  pow'rs  iliail  found  thy  praife  5 
The  fong  fhall  wake  with  op'ning  light, 
And  chear  the  dark  and  filent  night. 

2.  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  refl, 
And  griefs  would  tear  my  throbbing  bread, 
Thy  tuneful  praifes,  rais'd  on  high, 

Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  %h. 

3.  When  death  o'er  nature  fhall  prevail* 
And  all  its  pow'rs  of  language  1 

Joy  thro'  my  fwimmihg  eyes  fhall  break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  f 

4.  But  oh  !  when  that  laft  conflict's  o'er. 
And  I  am  chain'd  to  earth  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  fhall T  r 

To  join  the  mufic  of  the  fides ! 

5.  Soon  fhall  I  learn  the  exalted  ftrains, 
Which  echo  thro'  the  heav'nly  plai] 

.  And  emulate,  with  joy  unknmvrL, 
The  nobler  fpirits  round  thy  throne. 

6.  The  chearful  tribute  will  1  oive, 
Long  as  a  dea  thief's  foul  can  iive  ; 
A  work  fo  fweet,  a  theme  fo  high, 
Demands  and  crowns  eternity. 

PSALM  LXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
A  general  atl  of  praije. 
*E  nations  round  the  earth,  r< 
;  ,os  D  ;  ■ 


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PART     II.  14S 

Serve  him  with  chearful  heart  and  voice  } 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 

2.  Attend  before  his  lofty  throne, 
With  folemn  fear,  with  facred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create  and  he  deftroy* 

3 -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'd, 

He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again • 
4»  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  ; 

What  lafting  honours  mall  we  rear, 

Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 
5*  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs  *7 

High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raife ; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues. 

Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

6.  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  ; 
Vail  Is  eternity  thy  love  j 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  will  ftand, 
When  roiling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move*. 

PSALM  LXIX.     Long  Metre. 
Our  fraifes  not  profitable  to  GOD* 

1.  ^l^E  weak  inhabitants  of  clay, 

jL     Ye  fhort  liv'd  creatures  of  a  day, 
Low  in  your  native  duft  bow  down, 
Before  th'  Eternal's  awful  throne. 

2 .  With  heart  devout,  with  folemn  eye, 
Behold  Jehovah  feated  high  j 

T  And 


146  PART     II. 

And  fearch,  what  worthy  facrifice 

Your  hands  can  give,  your  thoughts  devife. 

3.  Loud  let  ten  thoufand  voices  found, 
And  call  remoteft  nations  round ; 
Affemble,  on  the  crowded  plains, 
Princes  and  people,  kings  and  fwains : 

4.  Join'd  with  the  living,  let  the  dead 
Riling  the  face  of  earth  o'erfpread ; 
And,  while  his  praife  unites  their  tongues, 
Let  angels  echo  back  the  fongs : 

5.  The  drop,  which  from  the  bucket  falls, 
The  dull,  which  hangs  upon  the  fcales, 
Is  more  to  Iky,  and  earth,  and  fea, 
Than  all  this  pomp,  O  God,  to  thee. 

PSALM  LXX.     Long  Metre. 
GOD  exalted  above  all  praife* 

1  '•  XT1  Vernal  pow'r !  whofe  high  abode 
jQj  Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God  ; 
Infinite  length  beyond  the  bounds, 
"Where  flars  revolve  their  little  rounds  : 

2 .  Earth  from  afar  has  heard  thy  fame ; 

Our  tongues  have  learn'd  to.  lifp  thy  name : 
But  oh  !  the  glories  of  thy  mind 
Leave  all  our  foaring  thoughts  behind. 

g.  God  is  in  heav'n,  and  men  below  : 
Short  be  our  tunes,  our  words  be  few : 
A  facred  Rev'rence  checks  our  fongs, 
And  praife  fits  filent  on  our  tongues. 

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PART     III.  151 

2.  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fuch  thy  zeal, 
Such  def  'rence  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meeknefs  fo  divine, 

I  would  tranfcribe  and  make  them  mine, 
g .  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air, 

Witnefs'd  the  fervour  of  thy  pray'r  j 

The  defert  thy  temptations  knew, 

Thy  conflict  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 
4.  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  let  me  bear 

More  of  thy  lovely  image  here  ; 

Then  God,  the  judge,  mall  own  my  name 

Among  the  foll'wers  of  the  lamb. 

PSALM  yi.     Common  Metre. 

Christ'/  death,  viflory,  and  dominion* 

I.  T  Sing  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death  \ 

He  conquer'd  when  he  fell ; 
"  'Tis  finifh'd,"  fa^d  his  dying  breath, 
And  fhook  the  gates  of  hell. 

2."  'Tis  f.nifh'd,"  our  Emmanuel  cries, 
"  Th'  important  work  is  done  :" 

Hence  ihall  his  fov'reign  throne  arife, 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3 .  His  crofs  a  fure  foundation  laid 
For  glory  and  renown  ; 

When  thro'  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
He  pafs'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4.  Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide 
Sits  our  victorious  Lord  ; 

To  heav'n  and  hell  his  hands  divide 
The  vengeance  or  reward. 

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IS*  PART    HI. 

5.  The  faints,  from  his  propitious  eye, 

Await  their  fev'ral  crowns  ; 
And  all  the  fons  of  darknefs  fly 

The  terror  of  his  frowns* 

PSALM    VII.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  Christ  the  Lamb  of  GO D. 
l.  #^OME,  let  us  join  our  ehearful  fongs 

\^l     With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2."  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus :" 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 

For  he  was  flain  for  us. 
3.  Jesu  9  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  bleffings  more  than  we  can  give 

Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4.  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  Iky, 
And  air,  and  earth,  and  feas, 

Confpire  to  raife  thy  glories  high, 
And  fpeak  thy  endlefs  praife : 

5.  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  blefs  the  facred  name 

Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

PSALM  VIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  refurreftion  of  Christ. 

1."  T  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
X     "He  bears  my  courage  up  \ 

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PART     III.  153 

cc  My  heart  and  tongue  their  joys  exprefs  j" 
My  fiefli  (hall  reft  in  hope. 

2."  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

"  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 
"  Nor  give  my  body  to  the  grave 

"  To  fee  corruption  there." 
3*"  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

"  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne ; 
"  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafures  give, 

"  Thy  prefence  joys  unknown." 

4.  Thus,  in  the  name  of  Christ  the  Lord, 
The  holy  David  fung ; 

And  providence  fulfuTd  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue* 

5.  In  the  cold  prifon  of  the  grave, 
Our  great  Redeemer  lay, 

5 Till  the  revolving  fkies  had  brought 

The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 
6*  Then  he  deflroy'd  the  pow'rs  of  death, 

And  vanquifh'd  all  his  foes ; 
Ye  faints,  remember  and  rejoice, 

For  then  the  Saviour  rofe. 

P  S  A  L  M  IX.     As. the  148th  Pfalm. 
Christ  fieri  of  ange/s. 
1 .  /^\  Ye  immortal  throng 

\_/  Of  angels  round  the  throne, 
Join  with  our  feeble  fong 
To  make  the  Saviour  known : 
On  earth  ye  knew 
His  yvond'rous  grace  : 
Kis  glorious  face 
In  heav'n  ve  view. 

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2 .  Ye  faw  the  heav'n-born  child, 
In  human  flefh  array'd, 
Benevolent  and  mild, 
While  in  the  manger  laid ; 

And  praife  to  God, 
And  peace  on  earth, 
For  fuch  a  birth, 
Proclaim'd  aloud. 

3.  His  agonizing  pains, 

And  bloody  fweat,  ye  knew, 
And,  from  your  blifsful  plans, 
With  eager  hafte  ye  flew : 

Ye  faw  his  grief; 

And  from  above, 

On  wings  of  love, 

Brought  him  relief. 

4.  Around  his  facred  tomb, 
A  willing  watch  ye  keep  ; 
'Till  the  bleif.  moment  come, 
To  rouze  him  from  his  fleep  : 

Then  rolPd  the  ftone, 
And  all  ador'd 
Your  riling  Lord, 
With  joy  unknown. 

5.  When  all  array'd  in  light 
The  mining  conqu'ror  rode, 
Ye  hail'd  his  rapt'rous  flight 
Up  to  the  throne  of  God  ; 

And  wav'd  around 
Your  golden  wings  ; 
And  ftruck  your  firings 
Of  fweqtefi.  found. 


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6.  The  joyful  notes  purfue, 
And  louder  anthems  raife ; 
While  mortals  fing  with  you 
Their  own  Redeemer's  praife  : 

And  thou,  my  heart, 

With  equal  flame. 

And  joy  the  fame, 

Perform  thy  part. 

PSALM  X.     Long  Metre. 
The  mijjion  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1 .  /^1  RE  AT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
VJF  When  Christ's  belov'd  difciples  met ; 
Whilft  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2.  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  pow'r  to  kill,  and  pow'r  to  fave  ! 
Furnifh'd  their  tongueswithwond'rous  words, 
Inftead  of  ihields,  and  fpears,  and  fwords. 

3.  Thus  arm'd  he  fent  the  champions  forth, 
From  eaft  to  weft,  from  fouth  to  north  : 
u  Go  and  aflert  your  Saviour's  caufe  j 
"  Go  fpread  the  myftery  of  the  crofs." 

4.  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  arms  fubdu'd  ; 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  lofs, 

And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  crofs. 

5.  Great  King  of  grace!  my  heart  fubdue  $ 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 

A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  fing  the  vict'ries  of  his  word. 

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156  PART      III. 

PSALM  XL     Common  Metre, 
The  inter  cejjion  and  companion  of  Christ, 
i.  "^"TTITH  Joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

VV       Of  our  high  prieft  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
His  breaft  o'erflows  with  love. 

2.  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 

He  knows  what  ftrong  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 

3.  But  fpotlefs,  innocent,  and  pure, 
The  great  Redeemer  flood, 

While  Satan  3  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  refill  to  blood. 

4.  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefh, 
Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears  ; 

And,  in  his  meafure,  feels  afrefh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

5.  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 
His  mercy  and  his  pow'r ; 

We  mail  obtain  deliv'ring  grace, 
In  the  diftrefsful  hour. 

PSALM  XII.     Common  Metre, 
The  offices  of  Christ. 

1.  "XTTTE  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

\y        Who  comes  with  truth  and  grace) 
Jesus,  thy  fpirit  and  thy  word 
Shall  guide  us  in  thy  ways. 

2.  We  rev'rence  our  high  prieft  abov 
Who  offer  d  up  his  blood  5 

Who 


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Who  lives  to  carry  on  his  lore, 
And  intercedes  with  God. 

3 .  We  honour  our  exalted  King  ; 
How  wife  are  his  commands  I 

He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  fin, 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4.  Hofannah  to  his  glorious  name, 
Who  faves  by  different  ways  ; 

His  mercies  lay  a  fov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praiie. 

PSALM  XIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  excellence  of  the  chrijTian 

1 .  "I      ET  everlafting  glories  crown 

Ml  4  Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord! 
Thy  hands  have  brought  lalvation  down, 
And  writ  the  bleffings  in  thy  word. 

2 .  How  well  thy  blefled  truths  agree  ! 
How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands ! 
Thy  promifes,  how  firm  they  be  ! 
How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  Hands ! 

3.  What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around, 
And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan  ; 
There  ihail  be  no  religion  found, 
So  jufl  to  God,  fo  fafe  for  man. 

4.  Not  the  feign'd  fields  of  heath'niih  bliis 
Could  raife  fuch  pleafures  in  the  mind ; 
Nor  does  the  Turkijb  paradife 
Pretend  to  joys  fo  well  refin'd. 

5.  Should  all  the  forms,  which  men  devife, 
Affault  my  faith  with  treacherous  art, 

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Fd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 
And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart. 

PSALM  XIV.     Long  Metre. 

The  excellence  and  fuccefs  of  the  gofpel* 

1.  ^|^HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

I  In  ev'ry  ftar  thy  wifdom  mines  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2.  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  night  and  day,  thy  pow'r  confefs  ; 
But  the  bleft  volume  thou  haft  writ. 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 

3.  Sun,  moon,  and  ftars  convey  thy  praife, 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand ; 
So,  when  thy  truth  begun  its  race, 

It  darted  light  on  evry  land. 

4.  Nor  mall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft, 

'Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  ; 
'Till  Chrift  hath  all  the  nations  blefs'd, 
'Which  fee  the  light  or  feel  the  fun, 

5.  Great  fun  of  righteoufnefs,  arife, 

Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light  y 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife  ; 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

P  S  A  L  M  XV.     Short  Metre. 
The   happinefs  of  chriftians* 
1.  X  TOW  welcome  is  their  voice, 

Who  fpeak  the  Saviour's  name, 
Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues? 
And  terms  of  peace  proclaim  ! 

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2 .  How  grateful  is  the  found ! 
How  good  the  tidings  are ! 

The  church  beholds  her  Saviour  King ; 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here. 

3 .  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  found, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  fought,  but  never  found  ! 

4.  How  bleffed  are  our  eyes, 

W  hich  fee  this  heav'nly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  deuVd  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  fight. 

5.  Chriftians  unite  their  voice, 
And  chearful  notes  employ; 

Their  Saviour's  praife  infpires  their  fongs, 
And  heathens  learn  the  joy. 

6.  The  Lord  difplays  his  grace, 
Thro'  all  the  earth  abroad  5 

Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

PSALM  XVI.     Common  Metre. 
Children  devoted  to  GO D  in  baptifm. 
1.  npHUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

X       "  £8  be  a  God  to  thee ; 
"  I'll  blefs  thy  num'rous  race,  and  they 

"  Shall  be  a  feed  for  me." 
2*Abra'm  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace, 

And  gave  his  fons  to  God  ; 
But  water  feals  the  bleffing  now, 
That  once  was  feaPd  with  blood. 

3,  Thus 


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3 .  Thus  Lydia  fancfcify'd  her  houfe^ 
When  ihe  receiv'd  the  word  ; 

Thus  the  believing  jailor  gave 
His  houihold  to  the  Lord. 

4.  Thus  later  faints,  Eternal  King, 
Thine  ancient  truth  embrace  ; 

To  thee  their  infant  off-fpring  bring, 
And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 

PSALM   XVII.     Short  Metre, 
The-  communion. 

1.  TESUS  invites  his  faints 

J    To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
Here  pardon'd  finners  fit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2.  Here  we  furvey  that  love, 
Which  fpoke  in  ev'ry  breath. 

Which  crown' d  each  action  of  his  life, 
And  triumph 'd  in  his  death. 

3.  Here  let  our  pow'rs  unite, 
His  glorious  name  to  raife, 

Pleafure  and  joy  nil  ev'ry  mind, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  be  praife. 

4.  And  while  he  fliares  the  gifts, 
His  gracious  hands  bellow, 

Let  ev'ry  heart,  in  friendmip  johVd, 
With  kind  affections  glow. 

5.  Let  love  infpire  each  breaft, 
-  And  dictate  ev'ry  thought ; 

Be  angry  paflions  far  remov'd, 
And  felfilh  views  forgot. 

6.  Our  fouls,  dilated  wide 

By  our  Redeemer's  grace,  Shall 


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Shall  in  the  arms  of  fervent  love. 
All  heav'n  and  earth  embrace. 


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PSALM  XVIII.     Long  Metre. 
Remembrance  of  Christ. 
AT,drink,in  mem'ry  of  your  friend;" 
Such  was  our  Saviour's  laft  requeft, 
Who  all  the  pangs  of  death  endur'd, 
That  we  might  live  for  ever  blefl. 
2 .  Yes,  we'll  record  thy  matchlefs  love, 
Thou  deareft,  tend'reft,  befl  of  friends ; 
Thy  dying  love  the  noblefl  praife 
Of  long  eternity  tranfcends. 
3 . '  Tis  pleafure  more  than  earth  can  give, 
Thy  goodnefs  thro'  thefe  veils  to  fee  ; 
Thy  table  food  celeflial  yields, 
And  happy  they  who  fit  with  thee. 

4.  But  O  what  vail  tranfporting  joys, 
Shall  fill  our  breafls,  our  tongues  infpire, 
When,  join'd  with  the  celeftial  train, 
Our  grateful  fouls  thy  love  admire ! 

5.  When  thefe  vile  bodies,  all-refin'd, 
Perfect  and  glorious  as  thine  own, 
Unwearied  mall  our  minds  obey, 
And  join  to  make  thy  favours  known  ! 

P  S  A  L  M  XIX.     Common  Metre. 
The  new  covenant  fealed. 
T'"  r  1  ."'HE  promife  of  my  father's  love 
"  Shall  '{land  for  ever  good  5" 
Chriil  faid,  and  gave  his  foul  to  death. 
And  feal'd  the  grace  with  blood. 

X  2.  Then. 


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2 .  TSien,  to  the  cov'nant  of  thy  word, 
I'll  fet  my  worthlefs  name  ; 

I  feal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3 .  Thy  light,  and  ftrength,  and  pard'ning  grace, 
And  glory,  fhall  be  mine  ; 

My  life,  and  foul,  and  all  my  pow'rs, 
Shall  be  for  ever  thine. 

PSALM  XX.     Long  Metre. 

The  memorial  of  our  abfent  Lord. 
i.  TESUS  is  gone  above  the  ikies, 

J    Where  our  weak  fenfes  reach  him  not ; 

And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 

And  thruft  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 
2 .  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have, 

Apt  to  forget  his  wond'rous  grace ; 

And  therefore  thefe  memorials  gave, 

5 1  ill  we  afcend  to  fee  his  face. 
2 .  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  fpread, 

In.  mem'ry  of  his  death  and  love ; 

\\  e  on  the  rich  proviiion  feed, 

And  gain  a  tafte  of  joys  above. 
T.  While  he  is  abfent  from  our  fight, 

'Tis  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  place  ; 

That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 

And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 

PSALM  XXI.     Long  Metre. 
Glorying  In  the  crofs  of  Christ. 
jr.,     A   T  thy  command,  O  gracious  Lord, 
JTjL  Here  we  attend  thy  dying  f eaft  j 

The 


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The  bread  thy  broken  body  mows, 
The  wine  thy  blood  fhed  for  each  gueft. 

2.  Our  fouls  adore  thy  matchlefs  love, 
And  truft  for  life  in  one  who  dy'd ; 
We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucify'd, 

3.  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  fhame, 
And  caft  their  fcandals  on  his  caufe ; 
We  meet  to  blefs  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  fpread  the  triumphs  of  his  crofs. 

4.  With  joy  we  tell  the  fcoffing  age, 
He  that  was  dead  hath  left  his  tomb  j 
He  lives  above  their  utmoft  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 

PSAL  M  XXII.     Long  Metre. 
The  chriftian  s  character  and  profpecls. 

1 .  O  O  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
£)  The  holy  gofpel  we  profefs  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  mine  j 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all- divine 

2 .  Then  mall  we  beft  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  the  falvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  fubdues  the  pow'r  of  fin. 

3 .  Our  flefh  and  fenfe  mull  be  deny'd, 
Paffion  and  envy,  lull  and  pride  ; 

While  juflice,  temperance,  truth  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4.  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blefled  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  our  Lord, 
And  faith  ftands  leaning  on  his  word. 

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PSALM  XXIIL     Common  Metre, 
Virtue  the  four ce  of  peace. 
i.  TT'Orfake,  my  foul,  the  tents  of  fin ; 

JL        How  falfe  her  joys  appear ! 
Noiie  and  confuiion  dwell  within  j 
Peace  is  a  ftranger  there. 

2.  Peace  never  fix'd  her  facred  throne, 
So  near  the  gates  of  hell ; 

She  reigns  in  pious  breafts  alone, 
"Where  heav'nly  virtues  dwell. 

3.  The  men  who  keep  the  laws  of  God, 
His  choiceft  bleilings  mare  j 

Or,  if  he  lift  his  chaining  rod, 
'Tis  with  a  Father's  care. 

4.  His  mighty  pow'r  mail  guard  the  juft  °9 
His  wifdom  point  their  way ; 

His  eye  mall  watch  their  fleeping  dull  5 
His  hand  revive  their  clay. 

_<.  Begin,  ye  faints,  the  joyful  talk  ; 

His  praife  employ  your  tongue  $ 
And  foon  eternity  will  afk 

A  more  exalted  fong. 

PSALM  XXIV.     Long  Metre. 

The  pleafures  of  a  good  confcience. 

1.  T     ORD5  how  fecure  and  bleft  are  they, 
t  a  Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  pure  from 

fm! 
Should  tempefis  make  the  earth  and  fea, 
Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within. 

2.  The 


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2.  The  day  glides  fweetly  o'er  their  heads, 
IMade  up  of  innocence  and  love  ; 

And  foft  and  filent  as  the  ihades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3 .  Quick,  as  their  thoughts,  their  joys  come  on, 
But  fly  not  half  fo  fail  away  ; 

Their  fouls  are  ever  bright,  as  noon, 
And  calm,  as  rummer  ev'nings  be. 

4.  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heav'nly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  pleafure  grow  ! 
And  pleafing  hopes,  and  chearful  imiles, 
Sit  undifturb'd  upon  their  brow. 

5.  They  fcorn  to  pine  for  golden  toys  ; 
But  fpend  the  day,  and  mare  the  night, 
In  numb'ring  o'er  diviner  joys, 
Which  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 

PSALM  XXV.     Long  Metre. 
A  good  confcience  the  beft  fupport  under  affliftions. 

1 .  \\  TKILE  fome  in  folly's  pl^-Tnv^  «~U , 
YY    Andfeek  the  joys  which  hurt  the  foul ; 
Be  mine,  that  filent  calm  repaft, 
A  peaceful  confcience  to  the  laft  : 

2. That  tree,  which  bears  immortal  fruit, 
Without  a  canker  at  the  root ; 
That  friend,  who  never  fails  the  juft, 
When  other  friends  defert  their  truft. 

3.  With  this  companion  in  the  made, 
My  foul  no  more  mail  be  difmay'd ; 
I  will  defy  the  midnight  gloom, 
And  the  pale  monarch  of  the  tomb. 

4.  Tho' 


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4.  'Tho'  heav'n  amicl:  I'll  not  repine  ; 
The  nobleft  comforts  ftill  are  mine ; 
Comforts  which  mall  o'er  death  prevail, 
And  journey  with  me  thro*  the  vale. 

5.  Amidft  the  various  fcene  of  ills, 

Each  ftroke  feme  kind  defign  fulfils  ; 

And  mall  I  murmur  at  my  God, 
When  fov'reign  love  directs  the  rod  ? 

6.  His  hand  will  fmooth  my  rugged  way, 
And  lead  me  to  the  realms  of  day ; 
To  milder  ikies,  and  brighter  plains, 
Where  everlafting  pleafure  reigns. 

PSALM  XXVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  duties  of  piety* 

1 .  "Rk  yT Y  foul,  before  thy  Maker  bow ; 
1/ J      His  wond'rous  works  admire, 
Till  rev'rence  and  religious  awe, 
Thine  inmoft  thoughts  infpire. 

1 .  With  humble  truft  difmifs  thy  cares. 

And  on  his  love  depend ; 
Leave  him  to  manage  thine  afFairs, 

To  him  thyfelf  commend. 

3?Lst  high  efteem  affection  raife  ; 

Devotion  warm  thy  breaft ; 
Let  thankful  love  excite  thy  praife ; 

In  him  alone  be  blcii. 
4.  To  him  thy  folemn  homage  pay  ; 

His  conftant  aid  implore  ; 
Give  thanks  for  mercies  ev'ry  day, 

And  thus  prepare  for  more. 

5.  Without 


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5.  Without  referve  to  him  fubmit  j 

All  his  commands  fulfil ; 
Acknowledge  all  his  actions  fit ; 

Nor  ere  oppofe  his  will. 

PSALM  XXVII.     Common  Metre. 

Contemplation  of  the  divine  works. 

1 .  T    OOK  round,  O  man !  furvey  this  globe ; 
1  j     Speak  of  creating  pow'r ; 

See,  nature  gives  a  different  robe 
To  ev'ry  herb  and  flow'r. 

2.  See  various  beings  fill  the  air, 
And  people  earth  and  fea ; 

What  grateful  changes  form  the  year ! 
How  conftant  night  and  day ! 

3.  Next  raife  thine  eye  ; the  vaft  expanfe 

A  pow'r  unbounded  mews  ; 

See  round  the  fun  the  planets  dance, 
And  various  worlds  compofe. 

4.  Then  turn  into  thyfelf,  O  man  \ 
With  wonder  view  thy  foul ; 

Confefs  his  pow'r  who  laid  each  plan, 
And  ftill  directs  the  whole. 

5.  And  let  obedience  to  his  laws 
Thy  gratitude  proclaim, 

To  him  the  firft  almighty  caufe ; 

Jehovah  is  his  name. 

PSALM  XXVIII.     As  the  1 1 3th  Pfalm. 
Confidence  in  divine  protection. 
I.  '"inHE  Lord  my  paflure  will  prepare,  . 
X     ^  nd  feed  me  with  a  mepherd's  care  j 
His  prefence  will  my  wants  fupply, 

And 


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And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  5 
My  noon-day  walks  he  will  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend* 

2 .  When  in  the  fultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirfty  mountain  pant ; 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary  wand'ring  fteps  he  leads  ; 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  foft  and  flow* 
Amid  the  verdant  landfkip  flow. 

3.  Tho'  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overfpread, 
My  fteadfaft  heart  fhall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  ftill ; 
Thy  friendly  hand  will  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  thro'  the  dreadful  fhade. 

4.  Tho'  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Thro'  devious  lonely  wilds  I  ltray, 
Thy  bounty  mall  my  pains  beguile ; 
The  barren  wildernefs  fliall  fmile, 

With  fudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd, 
And  ft  reams  fliall  murmur  all-around. 

PSALM  XXIX.     Common  Metre. 
Confidence  in  GOD  our  Father. 

1.  f~\  God,  on  thee  we  all  depend, 
\J     On  thy  paternal  care  : 

Thou  wilt  the  father  and  the  friend, 
In  ev'ry  act  appear. 

2.  With  open  hand,  and  lib'ral  heart, 
Thou  wilt  our  Wants  fupply  ; 

Thy  heav'nly  bkffings  ftill  impart, 
And  no  good  thing  deny. 

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3.  Our  Father  knows  what's  good  and  fit, 
And  wifdom  guides  his  love  ; 

To  thine  appointments  we  fubmit, 
And  ev'ry  choice  approve* 

4.  In  thy  paternal  love  and  care, 
With  chearful  hearts  we  truft  ; 

Thy  tender  mercies  boundlefs  are, 

And  all  thy  thoughts  are  juft. 
5. We  cannot  want,  while  God  provides; 

What  he  ordains  is  befc ; 
And  heav'n,  whate'er  we  want  befides, 

Will  give  eternal  reft. 

PSALM  XXX.     Long  Metre, 
Chearful  reliance  on  providence. 

1 .  if^J  Reat  Lord  of  earth,  and  feas, and  ikies, 
\JJT  Thy  wealth  the  needy  world  fupplies : 
On  thee  alone  the  whole  depends, 

Thy  care  to  ev'ry  part  extends. 

2 .  The  waftes  of  life  thy  pow'r  repairs  ; 
Thy  mercy  ftills  tempefluous  cares ; 
And,  fafe  beneath  thy  guardian  arm, 
We  live  fecur'd  from  ev'ry  harm. 

3.  To  thee  we  chearful  homage  bring  ; 
In  grateful  hymns  thy  praifes  fing  -9 
Direct  to  thee  our  waiting  eyes, 
And  humbly  look  for  frefh  fupplies, 

4.  We  ftill  are  indigent  and  poor, 
Indebted  much,  and  wanting  more  ; 
Yet  ftill  on  thee  our  fouls  depend, 
The  rich,  the  fure,  the  faithful  friend. 

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lyo  J  PART      III. 

5.  And  mould  thy  meafures  feem  fevers, 
With  patience  we'll  correction  bear  ; 
Without  complaint  to  thee  fubmit, 
Unerring  judge  of  what  is  fit. 

PSALM  XXXI.     Short  Metre. 
Seeking  the  favour  of  GO  D. 
1. "|&  7|*Y  God,  permit  my  tongue, 

Jl V J-    This  j°y» t0  ca^ tnee  m^  9 

And  let  my  earneft  cries  prevail, 
To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 

2 .  For  life,  without  thy  love, 
No  reliili  can  afford  ; 

No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

3.  To  thee  Til  lift  my  hands, 
And  praife  thee  while  I  live  ; 

Not  all  the  dainties  of  a  feall ; 
Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 

4.  In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
I  call  my  God  to  mind ; 

I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

5.  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  fpirit  flies  ; 

Arid,  on  thy  watchful  providence, 
My  chearful  hope  relies. 

6.  The  fliadow  of  thy  wings 
My  foul  in  fafety  keeps  ; 

I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 

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PSALM  XXXII.     Long  Metre. 
Love  to  GOD. 
1. 1^  yrY  God,  whofe  all-pervading  eye 
JL  ▼  JL  Views  earth  beneath,  and  heav'n  above, 
Witnefs,  if  here  or  there,  thou  feeft 
An  object  of  my  equal  love. 

2.  Not  the  gay  fcenes,  where  mortal  men 
Purfue  their  blifs,  and  find  their  woe, 
Detain  my  rifing  heart,  which  fprings 
The  nobler  joys  of  heav'n  to  know. 

3.  Not  all  the  faireft  fons  of  light, 
Who  lead  the  army  round  thy  throne, 
Can  bound  its  flight ;  it  prefleth  on, 
And  feeks  its  reft  in  God  alone. 

4.  Fix'd  near  th'  immortal  fource  of  blifs, 
Dauntlefs  and  joyous,  it  furveys 
Each  form  of  horror  and  diftrefs, 
Which  earth,  combin'd  with  hell,  can  raife. 

5.  This  feeble  fleih  mall  faint  and  die  ; 
This  heart  renew  its  pulfe  no  more ; 
E'en  now  I  fee  the  moment  nigh, 
When  life's  laft  movements  fhall  be  o'er. 

6.  But  come,  thou  vanquilh'd  King  of  dread. 
With  thine  own  hand  thy  pow'r  deftroy  j 
'Tis  thine  to  bear  my  foul  to  God? 

My  portion  and  eternal  joy. 


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PSALM  XXXIII.     Common  Metre. 
SubmiJJion  under  afflidions, 

i.  T^TAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came5 

j^      And  rofe  to  life  at  firft  \ 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 

And  mingle  with  the  duft. 

2.  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy. 
And  call  our  own  in  vain  j 

Are  but  fhort  pleafures  borrow'd  now, 
To  be  repaid  again. 

3.  'Tis  God,  who  lifts  our  comforts  high, 
Or  links  them  to  the  grave ; 

He  gives,  and  blefTed  be  his  name, 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4.  Peace,  all  our  reftlefs  paffions,  then  \ 
Let  each  impatient  figh 

Be  filent,  at  his  fov'reign  will, 
And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 

5.  If  fmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 
Its  praifes  {hall  be  fpread ; 

And  we'll  adore  the  iufdce  too, 
Which  itrikes  our  comforts  dead. 

PSALM  XXXIV.     Long  Meti  e< 

Confidence  in  the  prcmlfes  cf  GOD. 

l*m\\T^  iing  the  gcodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
Y  Y      Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word. 
And  there  as  firm  as  his  decrees, 
Hath  let  his  kindei!  promifes* 

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?.  Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  fpoke  and  fpread  the  Ikies  abroad ; 
Each  of  them  pow'rful,  as  that  found, 
Which  bid  the  new-made  world  go  round. 

3.  Whence  then  Ihould  doubts  and  fears  arife  r 
Why  trickling  forrows  cloud  our  eyes  ? 
Slowly,  alas  !  our  hope  receives 

The  comforts,  which  our  Maker  gives, 

4.  O  for  a  ftrong,  a  lafting  faith, 

To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  faith ; 
T'  embrace  the  mefTage  of  his  fon, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  our  own ! 

5.  Then,  ihould  the  earth's  old  pillars  make, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break  ; 
Our  fteady  fouls  ihould  fear,  no  more 
Than  folid  rocks,  when  billows. roar. 

6.  Our  everlalKng  hopes  ihould  rife, 
Above  the  ruinable  ikies, 
Where  the  eternal  builder  reigns, 
And  his  own  courts  his  pow'r  fuftains. 

PSALM  XXXV.     Short  Metre. 
Joy  in  GOD. 

1.  ^"^OME,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 
\^j  And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 

Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord, 
And  thus  furround  his  throne. 

2 .  The  forrows  of  the  mind 
Be  baniih'd  from  the  place  ; 

Religion  never  was  defign'd 
To  make  our  pleafureslefs* 


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3.  The  God  who  rules  on  high, 
And  thunders  when  he  pleafe,1 

Who  rides  upon  the  ftormy  iky, 
And  manages  the  feas  : 

4.  This  awful  God  is  ours, 
Our  father  and  our  love  ; 

He  mall  fend  down  his  heav'rdy  powVs, 
To  carry  us  above. 

5.  Then  {hall  we  fee  his  face, 
And  never,  never  fin  ; 

Then,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace. 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 

6.  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 
To  that  immortal  flate, 

The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blifs 
Should  conftant  joy  create. 

7.  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below ; 

Celeftial  fruits,  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

8.  Then  let  our  fongs  abound^ 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 

We're  marching,  thro'  Emmanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

'PSALM  XXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Acceptable  Worfloip. 

I.  ^^1  OD  is  a  fpirit  juft  and  wife  ; 

\Jjr     He  fees  our  inmoft  mind  ; 
In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raife  our  cries. 

And  leave  our  fouls  behind. 

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Our  fervants  there,  and  rifing  race, 
Be  taught  thy  precepts,  and  thy  grace 

4.  O  may  each  future  age  proclaim 
The  honours  of  thy  glorious  name  ; 
While,  pleas'd  and  thankful,  we  remove, 
To  join  the  family  above* 

PSALM  XL.     Common  Metre. 
Secret  Devotion* 

1.  T7,ATHER  divine,  thy  piercing  eye 
]£    Looks  thro'  the  fhades  of  night  5 

In  deep  retirement  thou  art  nigh, 
With  heart-difcerning  fight. 

2 .  There  mall  thy  piercing  eye  furvey 
My  humble  worfhip  paid, 

With  evYy  morning's  dawning  ray, 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning's  fhade. 

3.  I'll  leave  behind  each  earthly  care ; 
To  thee  my  foul  fhall  foar  ; 

While  grateful  praife*  and  fervent  pray'r, 
Employ  the  Mlent  hour. 

4.  So  fhall  the  fun  in  fmiles  arife  \ 
The  day  fhall  clofe  in  peace  ; 

So  wilt  thou  train  me  for  the  ikies, 
Where  joy  fhall  never  ceafe. 

PSALM  XLL     Long  Metre. 

Religion  vain  without  love. 
1.  T  TAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
l\_  And  nobler  fpeech  than  angels  ufe : 
If  love  be  abfent,  I  am  found, 
Like  tinkling  brafs,  an  empty  found. 

Z  2.  Were 


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2.  "\jfere  I  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell, 
far  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3 .  Should  I  diftribute  all  my  ftore, 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
O    give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  : 

4.  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men, 
Be  abfent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  place  of  love  can  ever  fill. 

PSALM  XLII.     Common  Metre. 
The  excellence  of  love* 

1.  TTAPPY  the  heart  where  virtues  reign, 
JLJL     Where  love  infpires  the  breaft  j 

Love  is  the  brightefl  of  the  train, 
And  ftren  Athens  all  the  reft. 

o 

2.  'Tis  love  which  makes  our  willing  feet 
In  fwift  obedience  move  ; 

The  devils  know  and  tremble  too, 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

3 .  Love  fuffers  long,  with  patient  eye, 
Nor  is  proVok'd  in  hafte ; 

She  lets  the  prefent  injury  die, 
And  foon  forgets  the  paft. 

4.  She  nor  defires,  nor  feeks,  to  know 
The  fcandals  of  the  times  ; 

Nor  looks  with  pride  on  thofe  below, 
Nor  envies  thofe  who  climb. 

5.  She 


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5.  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by, 
To  ieek  her  neighbour's  good  : 

So  God's  own  fon  came  down  to  die, 
And  fav'd  us  by  his  blood. 

6.  Love  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  fings, 
When  faith  and  hope  fhall  ceafe  ; 

'Tis  love  lhall  flrike  our  joyful  firings, 
In  the  bright  realms  of  blifs. 

PSALM  XLIII.     Long  Metre. 
Love  to  all  mankuid. 

1.  ^"X  God,  my  favionr,  and  my  king, 
\J  Of  all  I  have  or  hope  the  fpring ! 
Send  down  thy  fpirit  from  above, 
And  warm  my  heart  with  holy  love. 

s.May  I  from  ev'ry  act  abftain, 

Which  hurts,  or  gives  my  neighbour  pain  ; 
And  ev'ry  fecret  wifh  fupprefs, 
That  would  abridge  his  happinefs. 

3.  Still  may  I  feel  my  heart  inclin'd, 
To  act  the  friend  to  all  my  kind ; 
Still  wifh  them  fafety,  health  and  eafe9 
Wealth,  fame,  eternal  life  and  peace. 

4.  With  pity  let  my  breaft  o'erflow, 
When  I  behold  a  wretch  in  woe  5, 
And  bear  a  fympathizing  part2 
With  all  who  are  of  heavy  heart. 

5.  And,  when  another's  profp'rous  ftate 
Shall  joy  within  himfelf  create, 

Let  me  too  in  his  triumph  join, 

And  count  his  peace  and  pleafure  mine. 

Z  2  6.  Yea, 


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6.  Yea,  mould  my  neighbour  fpiteful  prove, 
Still  let  me  vanquifh  fpite  with  love ; 
Slow  to  refent,  tho'  he  mould  grieve, 
But  always  ready  to  forgive. 

7.  Let  love  in  all  my  conduct  mine, 
An  image  fair,  tho'  faint,  of  thine : 
Let  me  thine  humble  follow'r  prove, 
Father  of  men,  great  God  of  love. 

PSALM  XLIV.     Common  Metre, 

Domeflic  love  and  happinefs. 
1 . 1      O,  what  an  entertaining  light 

I   4  Are  kindred  that  agree  ! 
How  bleft  the  houfe,  where  hearts  unite. 

In  bands  of  piety ! 

2.  Where  flreams  of  love,  from  heav'nlyfprings, 
Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul ; 

And  facred  peace,  with  balmy  wings, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3 .  All  in  their  proper  ftations  move  y 
And  each  fulfils  his  part, 

In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love, 
With  fympathizing  heart. 

4.  Their  fouls  are  form'd  for  joy  and  peace  \ 
Their  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  ; 

And  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe, 
Thro1  all  their  actions  run. 

5.  How  happy  is  the  pious  houfe, 
W  here  zeal  and  friendfhip  meet ; 

Where  fongs  of  praife,  and  mingled  vows, 
Make  the  communion  iweet ! 

6.  Such 


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6.  Such  pleafure  crowns  the  heav'nly  hills] 

Thus  faints  are  bteft  above ; 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  diftils, 

And  all  the  air  is  love. 

PSALM  XLV.    Common  Metre. 
Love  to  enemies, 

1 .  "\X  THEN,  in  the  form  of  mortal  man, 

YY       The  fon  of  God  was  found, 
With  cruel  flanders  falfe  and  vain 
He  was  encompafs'd  round. 

2.  The  woes  of  men  his  pity  mov'd ; 
Their  peace  he  ftill  purfu'd  ; 

They  render'd  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

3.  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe  ; 
Yet,  with  his  dying  breath, 

He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofs, 

And  blefs'd  his  foes  in  death, 
a.  Lord,  fhall  thy  blight  example  mine 

In  vain  before  mine  eyes  ? 
Give  me  a  foul  akin  to  thine, 

To  love  mine  enemies. 

PSALM  XLVI.     Long  Metre.     ' 
Perfonal  virtues. 

1.  A   WAKE  my  foul,  rouze  ev'ry  pow'r, 
XjL  Thy  native  dignity  difplay  ; 

Let  luft  and  paffion  reign  no  more ; 
No  longer  own  their  1  awlefs  fway . 

2 .  Thy  temper  meek  and  humble  be. 
Content  and  pleas'd  with  ev'ry  ftate, 

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i32  PART    III. 

From  dire  revenge  and  envy  free, 
And  wild  ambition  to  be  great. 

3.  Confine  thy  roving  appetites ; 

From  this  vain  world  withdraw  thine  eyes  j 
Fix  them  on  thofe  divine  delights, 
Which  angels  tafle  above  the  fkies. 

4.  On  wings  of  faith  to  heav'n  afcend ; 
By  hope  anticipate  the  feaft  5 

"With  all  thy  pow'rs  ftill  upwards  tend, 
And  leave  to  fenfual  minds  the  reft. 

5.  With  eager  zeal  purfue  the  prize  ; 
Each  fleeting  hour  of  life  improve : 
This  courfe  will  fpeak  thee  truly  wife, 
And  raife  thee   to  the  world  above. 

PSALM  XLVII.     Proper  Tune, 
Contentment. 

1 .  TF  folid  happinefs  we  prize, 

J_  Within  our  breafts  this  jewel  lies, 

And  they  are  fools  who  roam  : 
The  world  has  nothing  to  beflow  ; 
From  our  own  felves  our  joys  rnurt  flow, 

And  peace  begins  at  home. 

2.  We'll  therefore  relifh  with  content, 
Whate'er  kind  providence  hath  fent, 

Nor  aim  beyond  our  pow'r ; 
And,  if  our  ftore  be  very  fmall, 
With  thankful  hearts  enjoy  it  all, 

Nor  lofe  the  prefent  hour. 

3.  We'll  be  refign'd  when  ills  betide, 
Patient,  when  favours  are  deny'd, 

And 


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And  pleas'd  with  favours  giv'n  ; 
This  is  the  wife  the  virtuous  part  j 
This  is  the  incenfe  of  the  heart, 

Whofe  fragrance  reaches  heav'n. 

4.  Thus,  crown'd  with  peace,  thro'  life  we'll  go; 
Its  chequer'd  paths  of  joy  and  woe, 

With  cautious  fleps,  we'll  tread ; 
Quit  its  vain  fcenes  without  a  tear, 
Without  a  trouble  or  a  fear,  - 

And  mingle  with  the  dead  : 

5.  While  confcience,  like  a  faithful  friend, 
Shall  thro'  the  gloomy  vale  attend, 

And  cheer  our  dying  breath  ; 
Shall,  when  all  other  comforts  ceafe, 
Like  a  kind  angel,  whifper  peace, 

And  fmooth  the  bed  of  death. 

PSALM  XLVIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  temptations  of  human  life, 

1.  "TTTTHEN,  in  the  light  of  faith  divine, 

W       We  look  on  things  below, 
Honour,  and  gold,  and  fenfual  joy, 
How  vain  and  dang'rous  too ! 

2 .  Honour's  a  puff  of  noify  breath ; 
Yet  men  expofe  their  blood, 

And  venture  everlafling  death, 
To  gain  that  airy  food. 

.3.  Whilft  others  ftarve  the  nobler  mind, 

And  feed  on  mining  duft  : 
Celeftial  treafures  they  refign, 

T'  indulge  a  fordid  luft, 

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4.  The  pleafures  that  allure  our  fenfe 

re  dang'rous  fnares  to  foul 
THbe's  but  a  drop  of  flactVing  fweet. 
And  dafh'd  with  bitter  bowls. 

5.  Goij  is  mine  all-fufEcient  good, 
My  portion  and  my  choice ; 

In  liim  my  vaft  deiires  are  filPd, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 

6.  In  vain  the  world  accofts  my  ear, 
And  tempts  my  heart  anew  ; 

I  cannot  buy  your  bliis  fo  dear, 
Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  you. 

PSALM  XLIX.     Long  Metre. 
Z    >  the  only  feafcn  of  pre 7 

1.  "I"     IFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

\  j  The  time  t'  enlure  the  great  reward  y 
And,  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vileft  firmer  may  return. 

2.  Life  is  the  hour,  which  God  hath  giv'n, 
To  'fcape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heav'n  j 
The  day  of  grace,  ai:d  mortals  may 
Secure  the  bleiiings  of  the  day. 

j.Theli  ::ow  that  they  mull  die  -, 

But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
The)7  have  no  fhare  in  all  that's  dor. 
-Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun. 

a.  Inhere  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pafs'd, 
In  the  cold  grave,  to  which  we  haiie  ; 
But  darknefs,  death,  and  long  defpair, 
Reign  in  eternal  iilence  there. 

Then 


Part   m.  185 

5.  Then  what  my  thoughts  defign  :3  do, 
My  hani  .  -  ith  all  your  might  pur&A 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 

ith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  grou: 

A  L ' '  L.     Common  Metre. 
The  frailty  and  impor:  zn  lift. 

1.  rT^HEE  we  adore,  eternal  God  ! 

X  ~  d  humbly  own  to  thee, 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  : 
Wh  ;;  creatures  we. 

2.  Our  wafting  life  grows  fhorter  ftill, 
As  months  and  days  encreafe ; 

And  ev  ing  puUc  wt  :dl, 

3  the  number  lefs. 
rolls  round,  and  fteals  away 
The  breath,  which  firfl  it  gave  ; 
,  whate'er  we  do, 
Trailing  to  the  grave. 

i  thick  thro9  all  the  road, 
Tc  :    the  tomb  ; 

i  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 

:.  G:  3d  Go*     on  wkat  a  Hender  ;:.:  ead 

.  ng  thin  g 
I"..  :  :t     ;   iB  mankind 

U|   :   Bfe's  feeble  itrir 
6 .  v  ;.d,  our  active  po w ' : a . 

To  id ; 

And,  if  our  fouls  be  hurried  hence, 
be  found  with  God. 

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PSALM  LI.     Common  Metre. 

Comfort  in  ficknefs  and  death. 

1.  T^l7  HEN   ficknefs  makes  the  languid 

V  V  frame, 

Each  dazz'ling  pleafure  flies ; 
Phantoms  of  blifs  no  more  obfcure 
Our  long  deluded  eyes. 

2.  Then  the  tremendous  arm  of  death 
Its  fatal  fceptre  fliews  ; 

And  nature  faints,  beneath  the  weight 
Of  complicated  woes. 

3.  The  tott'ring  frame  of  mortal  life 
Shall  crumble  into  duft  ; 

Nature  mall  faint ;  but  learn  my  foul, 
On  nature's  God  to  truft. 

4.  The  man,  whofe  pious  heart  is  fix'd 
On  his  all-gracious  God, 

From  ev'ry  frown  may  draw  a  joy, 
And  kifs  the  chaft'ning  rod. 

5.  Nor  him  mall  death  itfelf  alarm  ; 
On  heav'n  his  foul  relies  ; 

With  joy  he  views  his  Maker's  love,     - 
And  with  compofure  dies. 

PSALM  LII.     Common  Metre. 
A  funeral  thought* 

1 .  T  TARK!  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found! 

Jfl     My  ears,  attend  the  cry  : 
"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground, 

"  Where  you  muft  fhortly  lie. 
2."  Princes,  this  clay  muft  be  your  bed, 

"  In 


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"  In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 
"  The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev'rend  head,  . 

u  Muft  lie  as  low  as  ours*" 
g.  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  aie  we  yet  fecure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  our  tomb, 

And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 
4.  Grant  us  the  pow'rs  of  quick'ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly  *, 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flefli. 

We'll  rife  above  the  Iky. 

PSALM  LIU.      Long  Metre. 

Death  the  way  whence  we  Jhall  not  return? 

1.  "f)  EHOLD  the  path,  which  mortals  tread, 
Jl5  Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead ! 
Nor  will  the  fleeting  moments  flay, 

Nor  can  we  raeafure  back  our  way. 

2.  Our  kindred  and  our  friends  are  gone ; 
Know,  O  my  foul,  this  doom  thine  own  ; 
Fqehle  as  theirs  my  mortal  frame  ; 

The  fame  my  way,  my  home  the  fame.     ' 

3 .  From  vital  air,  from  chearful  light, 
To  the  cold  grave- s  perpetual  night ; 
From  fcenes  of  duty,  means  of  grace, 
I  mufl  to  God's  tribunal  pafs. 

4.  Awake,  my  foul,  the  way  prepare, 
And  lofe  in  this  each  mortal  care ; 
With  fleady  feet  that  path  be  trod, 
"Which,  thro'  the  grave,  conducts  to  God. 

A  a  2  5.  Then 


188  PART      III. 

5.  Then  fhall  I  fmile,  fecure  from  fear, 
Tho'  death  ihould  blaft  the  rifing  year ; 
And  joy  to  reach  the  blifsful  fhore, 
From  whence  I  mall  return  no  more. 

PSALM  LI V.     Common  Metre. 
Death  and  eternity. 

1.  OTOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  which  ufe 

Converfe  awhile  with  death  ; 
Think  how  a  gafping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2.  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feeble  down. 
His  pulfes  faint  and  few ; 

Then,  fpeechlefs,  with  ■?.  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3.  But  oh,  the  foul  that  never  dies  i 
At  once  it  leaves  the  clay : 

My  thoughts,  purfue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wond'rous  way. 

4.  Up  to  the  courts,  where  angels  dwell, 
It  mounts,  to  triumph  there ! 

Or  finks,  reluctant,  down  to  hell, 
In  horror  and  defpair. 

5.  And  muft.  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 
And  muft  this  foul  remove  ? 

O  for  fome  guardian-angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  fafe  above ! 

6.  My  God,  to  thine  all-graciou<  hand 
My  deathlefs  foul  I  truft  ; 

Nor  fear  to  meet  the  high  command, 
Which  calls  me  back  to  duft. 

PSALM 


PART      III.  189 

PSALM    LV.     Common  Metre. 

The  happinefs  of  the  dying  chrlflian. 

1.  T  TEAR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  pro- 
For  all  the  pious  dead  ;  [claims, 

Sweet  is  the  favour  of  their  names, 
And  foft  their  fleeping  bed.    / 

2. They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blefs'd ; 

How  kind  their  flumbers  are ! 
From  fufF'rings,  and  from  fins,  releas'd, 

And  freed  from  ev'ry  fhare. 

3. Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  flrife, 

They're  prefent  with  the  Lord ; 
The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 

End  in  a  large  reward. 

PSALM  LVI.     Common  Metre. 
A  profpeff  of  the  refurrefiion. 

1 .  Y  TOW  long  fhall  death  the  tyrant  reign, 
AX     And  triumph  o'er  the  juft  ? 

How  long  the  blood  of  martyrs  ilain 
Lie  mingled  with  the  dull  ? 

2.  Lo  !  I  behold  the  featuring  fhades  ; 
The  dawn  of  heav'n  appears  ; 

The  bright  immortal  morning  fpreads 

Its  blumes  round  the  fpheres. 
3. 1  fee  the  Lord  of  glory  come, 

And  flaming  guards  around  ; 
The  fkies  divide  to  make  him  room  ; 

The  trumpet  makes  the  ground. 
4.I  hear  the  voice,  "  Ye  dead,  arife  f 

And  lo'fc  the  dead  obey ; 

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And  waking  faints,  with  joyful  eyes, 
Salute  th'  expected  day. 

5.  They  leave  the  duft,  and,  on  the  whig, 
Mount  fwiftly  thro'  the  air : 

In  robes  of  light  they  meet  their  King, 
And  low  adore  him  there. 

6.  Break>  glorious  morning,  thro'  the  fkies? 
Thefe  joyful  fcenes  difplay ; 

And  call  our  willing  fouls  to  rife 
To  everlafting  day. 

PSALM  LVII.     Common  Metre. 

Christ  coming  to  judgment. 

1.  TESUS,  adorn'd  with  grace  divine., 
J      Afcends  the  judgment-throne  ;  v 

Thro*  heav'ns  extended  realms  above, 
He  makes  his  glories  known. 

2.  By  his  command  the  trumpet  founds, 
And  fummons  to  his  bar, 

The  piercing  blaft  fhakes  heav'n  around, 
And  thunders  thro'  the  air. 

3.  The  earth  and  feas  his  orders  hear  ; 
Unclos'd  is  ev'ry  tomb  ^ 

Th'  awaken'd  world  attend,  and  fear, 
His  fentence,  and  their  doom. 

4.  Before  him  fee  the  world  on  fire ! 
The  burning  earth  and  feas, 

"With  mingled  ruin,  foon  expire, 
And  fink  before  his  face. 

5.  The  faints  obedient  to  his  call, 
With  joy  receive  their  crowns  °t 

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The  wicked  into  ruin  fall, 

Beneath  his  wrathful  frowns. 
6.  How  fhall  I  bear  that  awful  day, 

And  ftand  the  folemn  tell  ? 
I  give  all  finful  joys  away, 

To  be  for  ever  bleft. 

PSALM  LVIII.     Long  Metre. 
Joy  in  the  -prof fed:  of  future  hapfinefs. 

1 .  rTp.HE  hope  of  finners  lies  below  ; 

'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know  ; 
'Tis  all  they  feek  ;  they  take  their  fhares, 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

2 .  "What  iinners  value  I  refign  ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  j 

I  fhall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 

And  ftand  compleat  in  right eoufnefs. 

3.  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  fhow  ; 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  fincere  ; 
When  fhall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

4.  Then  mall  I  fee,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  defir'd  or  wifh'd  below ; 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  employ, 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

5.  O  glorious  hour  !  O  bleft  abode! 
I  fhall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flefh  and  fenfe  no  more  controul 
The  facred  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

6.  My  flefh  fhall  flumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet's jovful  found; 

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Then  burft  the  chains,  with  glad  fuprize? 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM    LIX.     Common  Metre. 

Heaven  invifible  and  holy. 
i.  T^TOR  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 

jL^      Nor  fenfe>  nor  reafon  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  hath  prepar'd, 

For  thofe  who  love  the  Son. 

2.  But  the  good  fpirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come  ; 

The  beams  of  glory,  in  the  word* 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3.  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  fky, 
And  all  the  region  peace ; 

No  wanton  tongue,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  fee,  or  tafte,  the  blifs. 

4.  Thofe  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 
Pollution,  fin,  and  fhame  ; 

None  fhall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

PSALM  LX.     Common  Metre. 
The  humble  worjbip  of  heaven* 

1.  "F^Ather  of  all,  we  long  to  fee 
J|7       The  place  of  thine  abode  ; 

We'll  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  feat,  O  God. 

2.  We'll  part  with  all  the  joys  of  fenfe, 

To  view  thine  heav'nly  throne  ;  • 

Pleafures  fpring  frefh  for  ever  thence, 
Unfpeakable,  unknown. 

3.  There 


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.  3 .  There  at  thy  feet,  with  humble  fear, 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
With  joy  they  ihrink  to  nothing  there, 

Before  th'  eternal  all. 
4.  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  our  eyes, 

The  humbler  we  mall  lie  ; 
Thus  while  we  link,  our  joys  ihall  rife 

Unmeafurably  high. 

PSALM  LXI.     Common  Metre. 

Support  under  trouble  from  the  hope  of  heaven* 

1.  TTTHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear ; 

Y  V       T°  manfions  in  the  ikies, 
I  bid  farewel  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2 .  Should  foes  againft  my  peace  engage, 
And  cruel  darts  be  hurl'd ; 

Then  1  could  fmile  at  all  their  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3 .  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
And  ftorms  of  forrow  fall ; 

May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all : 

4.  There  fhall  I  bathe  my  weary  foul. 
In  feas  of  heav'nly  reft ; 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll, 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  breait. 

PSALM  LXII.     Long  Metre. 

Defire  of  heaven. 
P  to  the  heav'nly  paradife, 
Where  pureft  ftreams  of  pleafure  roll, 
B  b  Fain 


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194  PAR  T     III. 

Fain  would  my  nobler  paffions  rife, 
But  earth  and  fenfe  opprefs  my  foul. 

2.  O  might  I  once  mount  up,  and  fee 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  fkies, 

What  little  things  thefe  worlds  would  be  ! 
How  defpicable  to  mine  eyes  1 

3.  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanifh  foon  -y 
Vanifh,  as  tho'  I  faw  them  not, 

As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

4.  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave, 
I  fhould  perceive  the  noife  no  more, 
Than  we  can  hear  a  making  leaf, 

While  rolling  thunders  round  us  roar. 

o 

5.  Great  all  in  all,  eternal  King, 
My  foul  afpires  to  fee  thy  face ; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  admire,  and  fing, 
Thine  endiefs  grandeur,  and  thy  grace. 

PSALM  LXIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  chriftlan  race. 

1.  A   WAKE,  my  foul,  ftretch  ev'ry  nerve, 
£&_     And  prefs  with  vigour  on  : 

A  heav'nly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2 .  A  cloud  of  witnefTes  around 
Hold  thee  in  full  furvey : 

Forget  the  fteps  already  trod, 
And  onward  uge  thy  way. 

3.  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice, 
Which  calls  thee  from  on  high  j 


'Tis 


PART     III.  ips 

Tis  his  own  hand  prefents  the  prize 
To  thine  afpiring  eye  : 

4,  That  prize,  with  peerlefs  glories  bright, 
Which  fhall  new  luftre  boaft, 

When  victors  wreaths,  and  monarchs  gems, 
Shall  blend  in  common  duft. 

5.  My  foul,  with  facred  ardour  fir'd, 
The  glorious  prize  purfue  ; 

And  meet  with  joy  the  high  command, 
To  bid  this  earth  adieu. 

PSALM  LXIV.     Common  Metre, 

The  hope  of  leave n  a  fupport  in  death*. 

1 .  np'HERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  faints  immortal  reign  >      / 
Perpetual  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleafures  baniih  pain. 

2 .  There  everlafling  fpring  abides, 
And  never  with'ring  flow'rs  : 

Death,  like  a  narrow  fea,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3.  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  fwelling  flood 
Stand  drefs'd  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  flood, 
While  Jordan  rolPd  between. 

4.  But  tim'rous  mortals  ftart  and  flirink. 
To  crofs  this  narrow  fea ; 

And  linger,  fhiv'ring,  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5.  Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 
Thole  gloomy  doubts  that  rife  > 

Bb  2  And 


I9<S  PART     III. 

And  view  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbecloud^d  eyes ; 

6.  Could  we  but  ftand,' as  Mofes  flood, 

And  view  the  landikip  o'er ; 
Not  Jordan's  ftreauis,  nor  death's  cold  flood. 

Should  fright  us  from  the  fhore. 

PSALM  LXV,     Long  Metre. 
:  The  eternal  f abb ath. 

1.  IT   ORD  of  the  fabbath,  hear  our  vows, 
1  j  On  this  thy  day,  in  this  thine  houfe ; 

And  own,  as  grateful  facrifice, 

The  fongs  which  from  thy  temple  rife. 

2.  Thine  earthly  fabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  % 
But  there's  a  nobler  reft  above ; 

To  that  our  longing  fouls  afpire, 
With  chearful  hope,  and  ftrong  defires 

3.  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  diftrefs, 
Nor  fin  nor  death  fhall  reach  the  place  \ 
No  groans  fhall  mingle  with  the  fongs, 
Which  dwell  upon  immortal  tongu< 

4.  No  rude  alarms  of  angry  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repofe ; 

*'•    No  midnight  fhade,  no  clouded  fun, 
•But  facred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

5.  O  long  expected  day,  begin  ; 

Dawn  on  thefe  realms  of  pain  and  fin  ; 
With  joy  we'll  tread  th'  appointed  road, 
And  lleep  in  death,  to  reft  with  God; 

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PSALM  LXVI.     Common  Metre. 

New  Tear' ]s -day, 

1.  T)  EMARK,  my  foul,  the  narrow  bounds 

t\     Of  ^e  revolving  year  ; 
How  fwift  the  weeks  compleat  their  rounds ! 
How  fhort  the  months  appear  1 

2.  Much  of  my  dubious  life  is  done, 
Nor  will  return  again  ; 

And  fwift  my  pafling  moments  run, 
The  few  which  yet  remain. 

3.  So  fall  eternity  comes  on, 
And  that  important  d 

When  ail  that  mortal  life  has  done 
God's  judgment  fliall  furvey. 

4.  Awake,  my  foul ;  with  u tin  oft  care, 
Thy  true  condition  learn  ; 

What  are  thy  hopes,  how  fure,  how  fail', 
And  what  thy  chief  concern. 

5.  Devoutly  yield  thyfelf  to  God, 
And  on  his  care  depend ; 

With  zeal  purfue  the  heav'nly  road, 
Nor  doubt  an  happy  end. 

PSALM  LXVIL     Common  Metre. 
For  a  faft  day  in  public  calamity. 

1.  XX  THEN  Abra'm,  full  of  facred  awe, 

VV     Before  Jehovah  flood, 
And,  with  an  humble  fervent  pray'r, 
For  guilty  Sodom  fu'd  ; 

2.  With  what  fuccefs,  what  wond'rous  grace, 
Was  his  petition  crown'd ! 

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193  PART     III. 

The  Lord  would  fpare,  if  in  the  place 
Ten  righteous  men  were  found. 

3.  And  could  a  fingle  pious  foul 
So  rich  a  boon  obtain  ? 

Good  God  !  and  lhall  a  nation  cry. 
And  plead  with  thee  in  vain  ? 

4.  Britain,  all -guilty  as  fhe  is, 
Her  num'rous  faints  can  boaft  ; 

See  their  united  pray'rs  afcend  ; 

And  mall  thefe  pray'rs  be  loft  ? 

5.  Are  not  the  righteous  dear  to  thee 
Now,  as  in  ancient  times  ? 

Or  does  this  finful  land  exceed 
Gomorrah  in  her  crimes  ? 

6.  Still  we  are  thine,  we  bear  thy  name  \ 
Here  yet  is  thine  abode  ; 

Long  has  thy  pretence  bleft  our  land  : 
Forfake  us  not,  O  God  ! 

7. 0  may  our  people,  priefts,  and  king, 

Thy  choiceft  bleflings  fhare  ; 
And  know  thee  by  thac  glorious  name, 

"  The  God  who  heareth  pray'r." 

PSALM  LXVIII.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

Far  a  faft  day  in  war  foreign  and  domeftic. 
I. £~^\  Lord  of  hofts,  almighty  king! 

\^$  May  we  thy  facred  glories  fing, 

And  fpeak  the  wonders  of  thy  name  ? 
Earth  is  thy  footftool,  heav'n  thy  throne, 
Thine  empire  fpreads  thro'  worlds  unknown, 

And  all  thy  works  thyfelf  proclaim. 

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PART      III.  199 

2. Scepters,  and  fhields,  and  tott'ring  crowns, 
And  kingdoms  trembling  at  thy  frowns, 

Sufpenceiul  wait  their  deftiny  ; 
The  nations  feel  thine  angry  rod, 
Guilty,  confefs  the  righteous  God, 

And  own  the  hand  that  rules  on  high. 

3.  From  heav'n  look  down  with  pitying  eyes  ; 
The  tyrants  of  the  earth  chaftife  ; 

And  quell  their  furious  lawlefs  rage  ;  ■ 
Caufe  the  alarm  of  war  to  ceafe ; 
O  blefs  the  jarring  world  with  peace, 

And  angry  tumults  foon  aflwage. 

4.  Crufh  the  cpprefTors,  right  maintain, 
All  oppofitions  render  vain  ; 

Our  armies,  fleets  and  allies  blefs  : 
Our  counfels  guide,  our  fov'reign  guard, 
Crown  virtue  with  its  due  reward, 

And  give  the  righteous  caufe  fuccefs. 

PSALM  LXIX.     Common  Metre. 
For  a  fafl  day  hi  time  of  'war, 

1.  "FT  ARK  !  the  loud  trumpet  of  our  God 
J7i     Sounds  an  alarm  of  war ; 

Attend,  O  earth  !  ye  nations,  hear*, 
And  tremble  from  afar. 

2.  With  humble  rev'rence,  and  with  awe, 
We  hear  the  facred  word  ; 

And,  trembling,  own  the  fentence  juft, 
Which  dooms  us  to  the  fword. 

3.  Nor  ev'n  in  war  would  we  repine, 
The  murd'ring  fword  to  view, 

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200  PART      III. 

Might  the  fame  ftroke  that  waftes  the  land. 
Deftroy  its  vices  too. 

4.  But  we  mail  hail  the  happy  day, 
Which  ends  the  painful  doom  ; 

When  earth  mall,  like  the  world  above, 
In  peace  and  virtue  bloom. 

5.  Still  let  our  fongs  declare  his  name, 
Vv  no  guards  the  BritiJJi  race : 

The  God  of  vengeance  we  adore, 
_And  blefs  the  God  of  grace. 

PSALM  LXX.     Common  Metre. 
The  U  nw  erf  a  I  Prayer. 

i.TJiATHER  of  all,  in  ev'ry  age, 
JL*       In  ev'ry  clime,  ador'd,   . 

By  faint,  by  favage,  and  by  fage, 
Jehovah,  Jove,  or  Lord  ! 

2.  What  confcience  dictates  to  be  done, 
Or  warns  me  not  to  do, 

This,  teach  me  more  than  hell  to  fhun, 
That,  more  than  heav'n  purme. 

3.  What  bleffings  thy  free  bounty  gives, 
Let  me  not  caft  away  ; 

For  God  is  paid,  when  man  receives, 
T'  enjoy  is  to  obey. 

4.  Yet  not  to  earth's  contracted  (pan 
Thy  goodnefs  let  me  bound ; 

Or  think  thee  Lord  alone  of  man, 
When  thoufand  worlds  are  round. 

5.  Let  not  this  weak  unknowing  hand 
Prefume  thy  bolts  to  throw, 


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PART     III.  i2i 

And  deal  damnation  round  the  land, 
On  each  I  judge  thy  foe. 

6.  If  I  am  right,  thy  grace  impart, 
Still  in  the  right  to  ftay ; 

If  I  am  wrong,  O  teach  my  heart, 
To  find  that  better  way. 

7.  Save  me  alike  from  foolifli  pride, 
Or  impious  difcontent, 

At  aught  thy  wifdom  hath  deny'd, 
Or  aught  thy  goodnefs  lent. 

8.  Teach  me  to  feel  another's  woe, 
To  hide  the  fault  I  fee ; 

That  mercy  I  to  others  fhew, 
That  mercy  fhew  to  me. 

9.  This  day  be  bread  and  peace  my  lot ;— — 
All  elfe  beneath  the  fun, 

Thou  know'fl  if  beft  beftow'd  or  not  j 
And  let  thy  will  be  done. 

10.  To  thee,  whofe  temple  is  all  fpace, 
Whofe  altar,  earth,  fea,  Ikies, 

One  chorus  let  all  beings  raife ! 
All  nature's  incenfe  rife ! 


THE        END. 


THE 


SUBJECTS 


O    F      T    H    E 


Psalms  contained  in  the  preceding 
Collection. 


N.  B.  The  firjl  Number  refers  to  the  Part,  the  Jecond  t$ 
the  Pfalm. 


Fir  ft  general  Divijion. 
PSALMS  OF   PRAISE  TO   GOD. 

GOD  the  proper  objefi  of  praife.   Part  II.  Pfalm  I. 
Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  idols.     I.    135. 
An  exhortation  to  praife  God,     I.   105.   150. 

I.  The  Perfections  of  GOD, 
GOD  eternal     II.  2. 

God  infinite,  and  omnifcient.     I.   139.     II.  3. 
God  unchangeable.     I.   102.     II.  4. 
The  one  living  and  true  God.     I.  86.     II.  5. 
The  greatnefs  of  God.  I.  104,  114,  145,  Seft.  I.  II.  6. 
The  power  and  majefty  of  God.  I.  29,  89,  Sett.  2.  II.  7. 
The  holinefs  of  God.     I.  9,  97,  99 
The  faithfulnefs  of  God.     I.  89,  StB.  I.  II.  $< 
The  goodnefs  of  God.     I  145,  Seft.  2.  140.  II,  9,  10. 
The  mercy  of  God.     I.  103,  130.     II.  u» 

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The  companion  of  God.     I.  145,  Sett.  3.  II.  12. 
God  iic>m^iehenfible      II.  13. 
God  exalted  above  men.     II.  14. 

The  p  rfeftions  of  God  celebrated,     II.  15. 

II  Relative  characters  of  the  DEITY. 

GOD  the  creator.     II.  16. 

G<  d  known  bv  his  works      I.  in*  IT.  17. 

All  creatures  called  upon  to  praife  God.  I.  148.11.18,19. 

Pran'e  to  God  from  ihe  material  creation.     II.  20. 

The  G  d  of  nature  woi  (hipped.     II   21. 

Praile  to  God  from  the  heavenly  bodies.     II.  22. 

GOD  the  creator  and  governor  of  the  world.     II.  23. 
The  eternal  and  fovceign  God.     II.  24. 
The  eternal  dominion  of  Cod      I   93.  II   25. 
The  fupreme  dominion  of  God.     I.  66,  96      II.  26. 

GOD  the  creator  and  preferver  of  all  things    I.  33,  Secl.i. 

95,  136      II   27 
The  univerfal  providence  of  God.     II.  28. 
The  conftant  providence  of  God.  I.  65,  147.  II.  29,  30. 
The  providential  goodnefs  of  God.     II.  31. 

GOD  the  maker,  preferver,  and  friend  of  men.  I.  8,  139, 

St&    2,      II    32. 

God  the  preferver  of  our  frail  bodies.     II.  33. 

God  our  conftant  picferver.     II.  34. 

G  d  our  protedior.      1.  33,  Seft.  2       11.  35. 

Prefervation  by  day  and  night.     1.  III. 

The  daily  goodnefs  of  God.     11    36 

Our  (hort  lives  crown'd  with  divine  goodnefs.  I.70. 11.  37. 

God  our  conftant  benefa£tor.     II.  38. 

G  d  our  (beprurd      I.  23. 

God  our  prefent  fupport,  and  future  portion.     I.  73. 

God  acknowledged  in  our  enjoyments.     II.  39. 

GOD  peculiarly  the  friend  of  good  men  I.  36,  106.  II.  40. 
God  the  guardian  of  the  righteous.    I.  46,  91. 

God 


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God  the  guide  of  his  fervants.     I.  25. 

God  the  fupport  of  good  men  under  affli&ions.  1.61,125, 

Tlje  perfections  and  providence  of  God,     II.  41. 

III.  The  Blessings  of  Revelation. 

Temporal  and  fpiritual  mercies.     II.  42. 

The  holy  fcriptuies.     I.  19    II.  43. 

The  knowledge  of  God.     II  44. 

The  miflion  of  Chri/i,     II   45. 

The  love  of  God  difplay'd  by  Chrijl.     II.  46. 

The  hope  of  pardon  by  Ckriji.     II.  47. 

Divine  alliitanoe.     II.  48. 

Hope  of  a  refurreclion.     II.  49. 

Hope  of  future  happinefs.     II.  50,  51. 

Per  final  mercies  thankfully  acknowledged,     II.  52. 

IV.  Particular  Occasions. 
Remarkable  perfonal  deliverances.     I.  34,  1 16. 
Deliverance  at  fea.     I.  107.  II.  53. 
New  year's  day.     II.  54. 
Morning  and  evening.     II.  55,  56. 
National  deliverance.     II.  57 
Victory  over  public  enemies,     II.  58. 
Fifth  of  November.      I    124.   II.  59. 
The  bleflings  of  civil  government.     II.  60. 
A  general  national  thanksgiving,     II.  61. 

V.  General  forms  of  praise, 
Praife  to  God  from  men      I.  117.  II.  62. 
Praife  to  God  from  angels.     II.  63. 
Praife  to  God  on  the  Lord's  day      II.  64. 
Praife  to  God  in  his  houfe.     II.  65. 
Univerfal  and  fincere  praife      II   66. 
Praife  to  God  thro'  the  whole  of  our  exiftence.    II.  67. 
Praife  to  God.    I.  57,  108,    II.  6$. 

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III.  Hitman  life. 
The  temptations  of  human  life.     Ill    48. 
Life  the  only  feafon  of  preparation  for  eternity.  111.  49. 
The  frailty  and  importance  of  human  life.    111.  50. 

IV.  Death. 

Comfort  in  ficknefs  and  death.     111.     51. 

A  funeral  thought.     111.  52. 

The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal.     I.  39,  90. 

Death  the  way  whence  we  fhall  not  return.     1 1 1.  53. 

Death  and  eternity.     1 1 1.  54. 

The  happinefs  of  the  dying  chriftian.    J  IK  55. 

V.  Resurrection. 
A  profpecl  of  the  refurreclion.     1 1 1.  56. 

VI.  Judgment, 
The  laft  judgment.     J.  50,  Sett.  1. 
Chrift  corning  to  judgment.     1 1 1.  $J* 

VII.  Heaven.      l 
Joy  in  the  profpeel:  of  future  happinefs.     1 1 1.  58. 
JHeaven  mvifible  and  holy.     1 1 1.     59. 
The  humble  woifhip  of  heaven.     111.  60. 
Support  under  trouble  from  the  hope  of  heaven.  1 1 1, 6 1> 
Delne  of  heaven.     1 1 1.  62. 
1  h ;  chririian  race.     1 1  1.   63. 
Thr  hope  of  heaven  a  fupport  in  death.     III.  64. 
Tne  eternal  fabbath.     ill.  05. 

VIII.  Particular  occasions. 

New  year's  cay      ill    66. 

fan -day  in  public  ca!dmi;y.     III.  67, 

Fait  day  in  war.     I.  60.  III.   08,  69, 

The  univerfal  prayer.    III.  70, 

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AMONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods  41 

Arife,  O  king  of  grace,  arife  74 

Arife,  and  hail  the  happy  day  1 50 

At  thy  command,  O  gracious  Lord  162 

Attend,  O  earth,  the  fix'd  decree  4 

Awake,  my  foul,  awake  my  tongue  52 

Awake,  my  foul,  roufe  ev'ry  pow'r  181 

Awake,  my  foul,  ftretch  ev'ry  nerve  194 

Awake,  ye  faints,  and  raife  your  eyes  1 30 

Awake,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  king  76 

BE  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  29 

Begin,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  theme  95 

Begin,  my  foul,  th'  exalted  lay  103 

Behold  the  lofty  fky  1 1 

Behold  the  grace  appears  149 

Behold  the  path  which  mortals  tread  187 

Behold  with  joy  the  happy  fcene.  75 

Beyond  exprefiion  bleft  is  he  16 

Bleit  be  the  everlafting  God  129 

COME  let  us  join  our  chearful  fongs  152 

Come  we  who  love  the  Lord  173 

EACH 


Eternal  po. 

Erernal  fource  o;  cv  . ,  J 

Eternal  fov'reign  of  the  fky 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God  /k 

p\THER  divine,  thy  piercing  eye  177 

■*     Father  of  ali,  we  long  to  fee  1 02 

Father  of  all,   in  ev'ry  age  200 

Fa:her  of  light,  we  iing  thy  name  1 21 

Father  of  men,  thy  care  we  blcfs  1 76 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they  71 

For  ever  (hall  my  (bug  record  42 

Forfake,  my  foul,  the  .tents  of  fin  164 

GIVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame  16 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints  24 

God  is  a  fpirit  jiift  and  wife  174 

God  my  iupporter,  and  my  hope  37 

God  of  my  life  thro'  all  my  days  144 

God  who  in  various  methods  told  124 

Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  king;  33 

Great  God,  how  excellent  art  thou  1 10 

Great  God  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  jig 

Great  God,  the  heav'ns  well  order'd  frame  106 

Great  God,  to  thee  our  grateful  tongues  120 

Great  God,  we  fing  that  mighty  hand  134 

Great  God,  whole  umverfal  fway  37 

Great  is  our  God,  his  works  of  might  103 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  works  of  might  141 

Great  Lord  of  earth  and  feas  ana  fkies  169 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great  155 

TT  AD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews  177 

•"•   dad  not  the  Lord,  may  (frael  fay  70 

Hatl  king  fuprcme  !  all- wife  and  good  106 

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Happy  is  he  who  fea'S  the  Lord  59 

Happy  the- heart  where  virtues  reign  178 

Haik,  rrom  the  tombs  a  doleful  found  186 

Hark,  the  glad  fuund  !   the  {Saviour  comes  148 

Hark,  the  loud  trumpet  of  our  God  199 

He  ihat  hath  made  his  refuge  God  1 18 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims  189 

Heathens  to  fenfelefs  idols  hafle  9 

High  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God  20 

Hofannah  with  a  chearful  found  117 

Houle  of  our  God,  with  chearful  anthems  ring  97 

How  are  thy  fe  vants  bleft,  O  Lord  132 

How  bleft  is  he  who  ne'er  confents  3 

How  bleft  are  they  who  ftriclly  keep  64 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear  70 

How  good  and  pleafant  is  the  work  45 

How  long  (hall  death  the  tyrant  reign  189 

How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair  175 

How  mail  the  young  fecure  their  hearts  64 

How  welcome  is  their  voice  158 

SET  the  Lord  before  my  face  152 

I  fing  th'  almighty  pow'r  of  God  112 

I  fing  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death  151 

If  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  cod  74 

If  folid  happinefs  we  prize  1 82 

I'll  praife  my  maker  with  my  breath  83 

In  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee  91 

In  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  143 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  74 

JEHOVAH  reigns,  let  all  the  earth  49 

Jefus  adorn'd  with  grace  divine  190 

jefus  invites  his  faints  1 60 

Jefus  is  gone  above  the  Ikies  162 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  147 

JT'EEP  filence  all  created  things  93 

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T  ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife  125 

•*-'  Let  children  hear  ihe  mighty  deeds  38 

Let  everlafting  glories  crown  157 

Let  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak  82 

Let  others  boaft  how  ftiong  they  be  116 

Let  finners  take  their  foolifh  courfe  28 

Life  is  the  time  to  ilrve  the  Lord  1 84 

Lo  what  an  entertaining  fight  1 80 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name  81 

Lock  round,  O  man,  furvey  this  globe  167 

Lord,  haft  thou  caft  the  nation  off  29 

Lord,  how  fecure  and  bleft  are  they  J64 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  68 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  fhalt  hear  6 

Lord,  thou  haft  fearcr/d  and  ken  me  thro*  79 

Lord,  thou  art  good,  all  nature  mows  96 

Lord,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind  100 

Lord,  who's  the  happy  man  that  may  8 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above  39 

Lord  of  the  fabbath  hear  our  vows  196 

TkTY  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  150 

'*▼*   My  God,  my  everlafting  hope  36 

My  God,  my  king,  thy  various  praife  101 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue  170 

My  God,  the  fteps  of  v  ious  men  2X 

My  God,  whofe  all- pervading  eye  J71 

My  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  13 

My  foul,  adore  the  fov'reign  Lord  53 

My  foul,  before  thy  maker  bow  166 

My  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  3 1 

AKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came  172 

Nor  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  hath  heard  192 

Now  let  our  mournful  fongs  record  12 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  fong  126 

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Blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  123 

O  foi  a  ftiout  or  facred  joy  143 

O  God  of  grace,  my  crimes  forgive  27 

O  God,  our  help  in  age*  paft  43 

O  God,  my  grateful  fuul  afpires  57 

O  God,  on  thee  we  all  depend  168 

O  God,  my  Saviour  and  my  King  J79 

O  happy  nation  where  the  Lord  18 

O  happy  man  whofe  foul  is  rill'd  72 

O  Lord,  how  glorious  i*  thy  name  6 

O  Lord,  how  excellent  thy  name  102 

O  1  oid  ot  hoits,  almighty  king  198 

O  praiie  ye  the  Lord,  prepare  a  new  fong  87 

O  render  thanks  and  blefs  the  Lord  55 

O  render  praiie  to  God  above  $$ 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  6& 

O  thou  the  wicked's  fure  retreat  99 

O  ye  immortal  throng  143 

Our  time  is  ever  on  the  wing  119 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  -s  let  praife  employ  88 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  raife  115 

RAISE  your  triumphant  fongs  127 

Rejoice,  ye  nght.ous  in  the  Lord  17 

Remark,  my  foul,  the  narrow  bounds  J97 

Rife,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground  90 

OALVA  HON  doth  to  God  belong 

&  Say,  fhould  we  fearch  the  globe  around 

Shall  the  low  race  of  fiefh  and  blood 

Shout  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 

Sing  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name 

Sing  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  fong 

Sing  to  the  Lord  ye  diftant  lands 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 

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Soon  as  I  heard  my  father  fay  15 

Stay,  ftay,  my  lab'nng  pow'rs  awake  136 

Still  do  the  wheels  of  time  revolve  135 

Stoop  d  ,wn,  my  thoughts,  which  ufe  to  rife  188 

Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  ot  thy  grace  82 

Svveet  is  the  work,   my  God,  my  king  142 

^TpEACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days  21 

-*      In'  almrghtv  bids  the  morning  ray  33 

The  eanh  for  ever  is  the  Lord's  13 

The  earth  and  all  the  heav'nly  frame  1 13 

The  God  of  glory  (ends  his  fummons  forth  25 

The  glojies  ot  our  maker  God  105 

Theheav'ns  declare  ihv  glory,  Lord  158 

The  hope  of  lumen,  lies  below  191 

The  Lord,  how  wond'rous  die  his  ways  98 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  109 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns  fupremely  great  III 

The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  king  142 

The  Lord  my  pafture  will  prepare  167 

The  promife  of  my  father's  love  161 

The  righteous  Lord  loves  upright  fouls  5 

The  fpacious  firmament  on  high  1 07 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  God  155 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  195 

Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  128 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  63 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  67 

Thou  didft,  O  mighty  God,  exift  92 

Thro'  all  the  changing  fcenes  of  life  19 

Thro'  endlefs  years  thou  art  the  fame  5r 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  the  fpacious  fields  26 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain  22 

Thus  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  159 

Thus  fpake  Jehovah  to  our  Lord  58 

Thy  favour,  gracious  Lord  difplay  40 

Thy  mcicies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  65 

Thy  woiks  of  glory,  mignty  Lord  56 

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'Tis  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  iland  114 

To  thee,  my  God,  without  delay  32 

To  God  your  voice  in  anthems  raife  35 

To  God  we  lift  our  wating  eyes  69 

To  God  the  mi  hty  Lord  77 

To  God  the  only  wife  128 

'Twas  God  who  fix'd  the  rolling  fpheres  94 

UP  to  the  Lord  who  reigns  on  high  116 

Up  to  the  heav'nly  paradife  193 

VAST  are  thy  works,  almighjy  Lord  54 

\1/E  bleft  the  prophet  of  the  Lord  156 

**      We  fing  the  ^oodnefs  of  the  Lord  173 

We'll  fpeak  the  honours  of  our  king  22 

V  elcome  fweet  day  of  reft  1 75 
Vi  hat  (hall  1  render  to  my  God  62 
When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God  1 31 
When  Abram  full  of  facred  awe  197 
When  God  our  leader  fhines  in  arms  10 

V  hen  1  can  read  my  title  clear  1 93 
When  I  with  plealmg  wonder  fland  80 
When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man  18 1 
W  hen  in  the  light  of  faith  divine  1 83 
When  Ifraet  freed  from  Pharaoh's,  hand  61 
When  overwhelm'd  with  grief  30 
When  ficknefs  (hakes  the  languid  fiame  186 
While  fome  in  tolly's  pleafures  roll  1 65 
Whoe'er  with  humble  fear  14 
With  all  our  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue  122 
With  chearful  notes  Jet  all  the  earth  62 
With  glory  clad,  with  ftrength'array'd  46 
With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  156 
With  m}  whole  heart  to  thee,  O  Lord  7 
With  one  confent  let  all  the  earth  50 
With  penitential  grief  73 
With  pleating  wonder,  Lord,  we  view  121 

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With  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear  42 

With'fongs  and  honours  founding  loud.  84 

VTE  boundlefs  realms  of  joy  2$ 

*     Ye  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice  108 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice  1 44 

Ye  fons  of  men  a  feeble  race  44 

Ye  fons  of  men,  in  facred  lays  89 

Ye  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord  60 

Ye  that  obey  th'  immortal  king  7& 

Ye  weak  inhabitants  of  clzy  145 


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