{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_13166/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_13166","id":"gutenberg_13166","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/13166","summary":null,"tags":["Bible. Psalms -- Paraphrases, English","Category: British Literature","Category: Poetry","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Christianity","Hymns, English"],"text":"The Psalms of David\n\nImitated in the Language of\n\nThe New Testament\n\nAnd Applied to\n\nThe Christian State and Worship\n\n\nBy I. Watts D.D.\n\n\nLuke xxiv. 44\nAll things must be fulfilled which were written in the _Psalms_\nconcerning me.\n\nHEB. xi. 32, 40.\nDavid, Samuel, and the prophets -- that they without us should\nnot be made perfect.\n\n\nTranscriber's Note.\n\nThere are significant differences in the numerous reprints of\nIsaac Watts' \"Psalms.\" The first generation of this Project\nGutenberg file was from an 1818 printing by C. Corrall of\n38 Charing Cross, London.\n\nThe Index and the Table of First Lines have been omitted for\nthe following reasons:\n1. They refer to page numbers that are here expunged; and\n2. In this electronic version key words, etc., can be easily\nlocated via searches.\n\nSeparate numbers have been added to Psalms that have more than\none part or version, for example: Psalm 51:1; Psalm 51:2; etc.\n\n\n\nThe Life of Isaac Watts, D.D.\n\nby\n\nDr. Johnson.\n\n\nFrom his lives of the most eminent English Poets.\n\n\nThe Poems of Dr. Watts were by my recommendation inserted in the\nlate Collection; the readers of which are to impute to me whatever\npleasure or weariness they may find in the perusal of Blackmore,\nWatts, Pomfret, and Yealden.\n\nISAAC WATTS was born July 17, 1674, at Southampton, where his\nfather of the same name, kept a boarding-school for young gentlemen,\nthough common report makes him a shoe-maker. He appears, from the\nnarrative of Dr. Gibbons, to have been neither indigent nor\nilliterate.\n\nIsaac, the eldest of nine children, was given to books from his\ninfancy; and began, we are told, to learn Latin when he was four\nyears old, I suppose at home. He was afterwards taught Latin,\nGreek, and Hebrew, by Mr. Pinhorne, a clergyman, master of the\nfreeschool at Southampton, to whom the gratitude of his scholar\nafterwards inscribed a Latin ode.\n\nHis proficiency at school was so conspicuous, that a subscription\nwas proposed for his support at the University; but he declared\nhis resolution to take his lot with the Dissenters. Such he was,\nas every Christian Church would rejoice to have adopted.\n\nHe therefore repaired in 1690 to an academy taught by Mr. Rowe,\nwhere he had for his companions and fellow-students Mr. Hughes\nthe poet, and Dr. Horte, afterwards Archbishop of Tuam. Some Latin\nessays, supposed to have been written as exercises at this academy,\nshew a degree of knowledge, both philosophical and theological,\nsuch as very few attain by a much longer course of study.\n\nHe was, as he hints in his Miscellanies, a maker of verses from\nfifteen to fifty, and in his youth he appears to have paid attention\nto Latin poetry. His verses to his brother, in the _glyconic_\nmeasure, written when he was seventeen, are remarkably easy and\nelegant. Some of his other odes are deformed by the Pindaric folly\nthen prevailing, and are written with such neglect of all metrical\nrules as is without example among the ancients; but his diction,\nthough perhaps not always exactly pure, has such copiousness and\nsplendour, as shews that he was but at a very little distance\nfrom excellence.\n\nHis method of study was to impress the contents of his books upon\nhis memory by abridging them, and by interleaving them, to amplify\none system with supplements from another.\n\nWith the congregation of his tutor Mr. Rowe, who were, I believe,\nindependents, he communicated in his nineteenth year.\n\nAt the age of twenty he left the academy, and spent two years in\nstudy and devotion at the house of his father, who treated him\nwith great tenderness; and had the happiness, indulged to few\nparents, of living to see his son eminent for literature and\nvenerable for piety.\n\nHe was then entertained by Sir John Hartopp five years, as domestic\ntutor to his son: and in that time particularly devoted himself\nto the Study of the Holy Scriptures; and being chosen assistant\nto Dr. Chauncey, preached the first time on the birth-day that\ncompleted his twenty-fourth year; probably considering that as\nthe day of a second nativity, by which he entered on a new period\nof existence.\n\nIn about three years he succeeded Dr. Chauncey; but soon after his\nentrance on his charge, he was seized by a dangerous illness, which\nsunk him to such weakness, that the congregation thought an assistant\nnecessary, and appointed Mr. Price. His health then returned\ngradually, and he performed his duty, till (1712) he was seized\nby a fever of such violence and continuance, that from the feebleness\nwhich it brought upon him, he never perfectly recovered.\n\nThis calamitous state made the compassion of his friends necessary,\nand drew upon him the attention of Sir Thomas Abney, who received\nhim into his house; where with a constancy of friendship and\nuniformity of conduct not often to be found, he was treated for\nthirty-six years with all the kindness that friendship could\nprompt, and all the attention that respect could dictate. Sir\nThomas died about eight years afterwards; but he continued with\nthe lady and her daughters to the end of his life. The lady died\nabout a year after him.\n\nA coalition like this, a state in which the notions of patronage\nAnd dependence were overpowered by the perception of reciprocal\nbenefits, deserves a particular memorial; and I will not withhold\nfrom the reader Dr. Gibbons's representation, to which regard is\nto be paid as to the narrative of one who writes what he knows,\nand what is known likewise to multitudes besides.\n\n\"Our next observation shall be made upon that remarkably kind\nprovidence which brought the doctor into Sir Thomas Abney's family,\nand continued him there till his death, a period of no less than\nthirty-six years. In the midst of his sacred labours for the glory\nof God, and good of his generation he is seized with a most violent\nand threatening fever, which leaves him oppressed with great\nweakness, and puts a stop at least to his public services for four\nyears. In this distressing season, doubly so to his active and\npious spirit, he is invited to Sir Thomas Abney's family, nor ever\nremoves from it till he had finished his days. Here he enjoyed the\nuninterrupted demonstrations of the truest friendship. Here, without\nany care of his own, he had everything which could contribute to\nthe enjoyment of life, and favour the unwearied pursuits of his\nstudies. Here he dwelt in a family, which, for piety, order,\nharmony, and every virtue, was an house of God. Here he had the\nprivilege of a country recess, the fragrant bower, the spreading\nlawn, the flowery garden, and other advantages to sooth his mind\nand aid his restoration to health; to yield him, whenever he chose\nthem, most grateful intervals from his laborious studies, and\nenable him to return to them with redoubled vigour and delight.\nHad it not been for this most happy event, he might as to outward\nview, have feebly, it may be painfully, dragged on through many\nmore years of languor and inability for public service, and even\nfor profitable study, or perhaps might have sunk into his grave\nunder the overwhelming load of infirmities, in the midst of his\ndays; and thus the church and world would have been deprived of\nthose many excellent sermons and works which he drew up and\npublished during his long residence in this family. In a few years\nafter his coming hither, Sir Thomas Abney dies; but his amiable\nconsort survives, who shows the Doctor the same respect and\nfriendship as before, and most happily for him and great numbers\nbesides; for, as her riches were great her generosity and munificence\nwere in full proportion; her thread of life was drawn out to a\ngreat age, even beyond that of the Doctor's; and thus this excellent\nman, through her kindness, and that of her daughter, the present\nMrs. Elizabeth Abney, who in a like degree esteemed and honoured\nhim, enjoyed all the benefits and felicities he experienced at\nhis first entrance into this family, till his days were numbered\nand finished, and, like a shock of corn in its season, he ascended\ninto the regions of perfect and immortal life and joy.\"\n\nIf this quotation has appeared long, let it be considered, that\nit comprises an account of six-and-thirty years, and those the\nyears of Dr. Watts.\n\nFrom the time of his reception into this family, his life was no\nOtherwise diversified than by successive publications. The series\nof his works I am not able to deduce; their number, and their\nvariety, show the intenseness of his industry, and the extent of\nhis capacity.\n\nHe was one of the first authors that taught the Dissenters to\ncourt attention by the graces of language. Whatever they had among\nthem before, whether of learning or acuteness, was commonly obscured\nand blunted by coarseness and inelegance of style. He shewed them,\nthat zeal and purity might be expressed and enforced by polished\ndiction.\n\nHe continued to the end of his life the teacher of a congregation,\nand no reader of his works can doubt his fidelity or diligence. In\nthe pulpit, though his low stature, which very little exceeded five\nfeet, graced him with no advantages of appearance, yet the gravity\nand propriety of his utterance made his discourses very efficacious.\nI once mentioned the reputation which Mr. Foster had gained by his\nproper delivery to my friend Dr. Hawkesworth, who told me, that\nin the art of pronunciation he was far inferior to Dr. Watts.\n\nSuch was his flow of thoughts, and such his promptitude of language,\nthat in the latter part of his life he did not precompose his\ncursory sermons; but having adjusted the heads, and sketched\nout some particulars, trusted for success to his extemporary powers.\n\nHe did not endeavour to assist his eloquence by any gesticulations;\nfor, as no corporeal actions have any correspondence with theological\ntruth, he did not see how they could enforce it.\n\nAt the conclusion of weighty sentences he gave time, by a short\npause, for the proper impression.\n\nTo stated and public instruction, he added familiar visits and\nPersonal application, and was careful to improve the opportunities\nwhich conversation offered of diffusing and increasing the influence\nof religion.\n\nBy his natural temper he was quick of resentment; but by his\nestablished and habitual practice, he was gentle, modest, and\ninoffensive. His tenderness appeared in his attention to children,\nand to the poor. To the poor, while he lived in the family of his\nfriend, he allowed the third part of his annual revenue, though\nthe whole was not a hundred a year; and for children, he condescended\nto lay aside the scholar, the philosopher, and the wit, to write\nlittle poems of devotion, and systems of instruction adapted to\ntheir wants and capacities, from the dawn of reason through its\ngradations of advance in the morning of life. Every man, acquainted\nwith the common principles of human action, will look with veneration\non the writer who is at one time combating Locke, and at another\nmaking a catechism for children in their fourth year. A voluntary\ndescent from the dignity of science is perhaps the hardest lesson\nthat humility can teach.\n\nAs his mind was capacious, his curiosity excursive, and his industry\ncontinual, his writings are very numerous, and his subjects various.\nWith his theological works I am only enough acquainted to admire\nhis meekness of opposition, and his mildness of censure. It was\nnot only in his book but in his mind that _orthodoxy_ was _united_\nwith _charity_.\n\nOf his philosophical pieces, his Logic has been received into the\nuniversities, and therefore wants no private recommendation: if\nhe owes part of it to Le Clerc, it must he considered that no man\nwho undertakes merely to methodize or illustrate a system, pretends\nto be its author.\n\nIn his metaphysical disquisitions, it was observed by the late\nlearned Dr. Dyer, that he confounded the idea of _space_ with that\nof _empty space_, and did not consider that though space might be\nwithout matter, yet matter being extended, could not be without\nspace.\n\nFew books have been perused by me with greater pleasure than his\n_Improvement of the Mind_, of which the radical principles may\nindeed be found in _Locke's Conduct of the Understanding_, but\nthey are so expanded and ramified by Watts, as to confer upon him\nthe merit of a work in the highest degree useful and pleasing.\nWhoever has the care of instructing others, may be charged with\ndeficience in his duty if this book is not recommended.\n\nI have mentioned his treatises of Theology as distinct from his\nother productions: but the truth is, that whatever he took in\nhand was, by his incessant solicitude for souls, converted to\nTheology. As piety predominated in his mind, it is diffused over\nhis works: under his direction it may be truly said, _Theologiae\nPhilosophia ancillatur_, philosophy is subservient to evangelical\ninstruction; it is difficult to read a page without learning, or\nat least wishing to be better. The attention is caught by indirect\ninstruction, and he that sat down only to reason, is on a sudden\ncompelled to pray.\n\nIt was therefore with great propriety that, in 1728, he received\nFrom Edinburgh and Aberdeen an unsolicited diploma, by which he\nbecame a Doctor of Divinity. Academical honours would have more\nvalue, if they were always bestowed with equal judgement.\n\nHe continued many years to study and to preach, and to do good by\nHis instruction and example: till at last the infirmities of age\ndisabled him from the more laborious part of his ministerial\nfunctions, and being no longer capable of public duty, he offered\nto remit the salary appendant to it; but his congregation would\nnot accept the resignation.\n\nBy degrees his weakness increased, and at last confined him to\nhis chamber and his bed; where he was worn gradually away without\npain, till he expired, Nov. 25, 1748, in the seventy-fifth year\nof his age.\n\nFew men have left behind such purity of character, or such monuments\nof laborious piety. He has provided instruction for all ages, from\nthose who are lisping their first lessons, to the enlightened readers\nof Malbranche and Locke; he has left neither corporeal nor spiritual\nnature unexamined; he has taught the art of reasoning, and the\nscience of the stars.\n\nHis character, therefore, must be formed from the multiplicity\nand diversity of his attainments, rather than from any single\nperformance; for it would not be safe to claim for him the highest\nrank in any single denomination of literary dignity; yet perhaps\nthere was nothing in which he would not have excelled, if he had\nnot divided his powers to different pursuits.\n\nAs a poet, had he been only a poet, he would probably have stood\nhigh among the authors with whom he is now associated. For his\njudgement was exact, and he noted beauties and faults with very\nnice discernment; his imagination, as the _Dacian Battle_ proves,\nwas vigorous and active, and the stores of knowledge were large\nby which his fancy was to be supplied. His ear was well-tuned, and\nhis diction was elegant and copious. But his devotional poetry is,\nlike that of others, unsatisfactory. The paucity of its topics\nenforces perpetual repetition, and the sanctity of the matter\nrejects the ornaments of figurative diction. It is sufficient\nfor Watts to have done better than others what no man has done\nwell.\n\nHis poems on other subjects seldom rise higher than might be\nexpected from the amusements of a Man of Letters, and have different\ndegrees of value as they are more or less laboured, or as the\noccasion was more or less favourable to invention.\n\nHe writes too often without regular measures, and too often in\nblank verse; the rhymes are not always sufficiently correspondent.\nHe is particularly unhappy in coining names expressive of characters.\nHis lines are commonly smooth and easy, and his thoughts always\nreligiously pure; but who is there that, to so much piety and\ninnocence, does not wish for a greater measure of sprightliness\nand vigour? He is at least one of the few poets with whom youth\nand ignorance may be safely pleased; and happy will be that reader\nwhose mind is disposed by his verses, or his prose, to imitate him\nin all but his non-conformity, to copy his benevolence to man, and\nhis reverence to God.\n\n\n\nPREFACE.\n\nTHE following extract from the Doctor's Preface, as it contains\nthe plan of his version of the Psalms, may be found useful:\n\n\"I come therefore to explain my own design, which is this, To\naccommodate the book of Psalms to Christian worship. And in order\nto do this, it is necessary to divest David and Asaph, &c. of every\nother character but that of a psalmist and a saint, and to make\nthem always speak the common sense, and language of a Christian.\n\n\"Attempting the work with this view, I have entirely omitted several\nwhole psalms, and large pieces of many others; and have chosen out\nof all of them, such parts only as might easily and naturally be\naccommodated to the various occasions of the Christian life, or\nat least might afford us some beautiful allusion to Christian\naffairs. These I have copied and explained in the general style\nof the gospel; nor have I confined my expressions to any particular\nparty or opinion; that in words prepared for public worship, and\nfor the lips of multitudes, there might not be a syllable offensive\nto sincere Christians, whose judgments may differ in the lesser\nmatters of religion.\n\n\"Where the Psalmist uses sharp invectives against his personal\nenemies, I have endeavoured to turn the edge of them against our\nspiritual adversaries, sin, Satan, and temptation. Where the\nflights of his faith and love are sublime, I have often sunk the\nexpressions within the reach of an ordinary Christian: where the\nwords imply some peculiar wants or distresses, joys, or blessings,\nI have used words of greater latitude and comprehension, suited\nto the general circumstances of men.\n\n\"Where the original runs in the form of prophecy concerning Christ\nand his salvation, I have given an historical turn to the sense:\nthere is no necessity that we should always sing in the obscure\nand doubtful style of prediction, when the things foretold are\nbrought into open light by a full accomplishment. Where the writers\nof the New Testament have cited or alluded to any part the Psalms,\nI have often indulged the liberty of paraphrase, according to the\nwords of Christ, or his Apostles. And surely this may be esteemed\nthe word of God still, though borrowed from several parts of the\nHoly Scripture. Where the Psalmist describes religion by the fear\nof God, I have often joined faith and love to it. Where he\nspeaks of the pardon of sin, through the mercies of God, I have\nadded the merits of a Saviour. Where he talks of sacrificing goats\nor bullocks, I rather chuse to mention the sacrifice of Christ,\nthe Lamb of God. When he attends the ark with shouting into Zion,\nI sing the ascension of my Saviour into heaven, or his presence\nin his church on earth. Where he promises abundance of wealth,\nhonour, and long life, I have changed some of these typical\nblessings for grace, glory, and life eternal, which are brought\nto light by the gospel, and promised in the New Testament. And I\nam fully satisfied, that more honor is done to our blessed Saviour,\nby speaking his name, his graces, and actions, in his own language,\naccording to the brighter discoveries he hath now made, than by\ngoing back again to the Jewish forms of worship, and the language\nof types and figures.\"\n\n\nOf chusing or finding the Psalm.\n\nBy consulting the Index at the end, any one may find hymns very\nproper for many occasions of the Christian life and worship; though\nno copy of David's Psalter can provide for all, as I have shewn in\nthe Preface to the large edition.\n\nOr, if he remembers the first line of any Psalm, the Table of the\nfirst lines will direct where to find it.\n\n[NOTE: the Index and the Table of First Lines are omitted from\nthis Project Gutenberg electronic version.]\n\n\nOf singing in course.\n\nIf any shall think it best to sing the Psalms in order in churches\nor families, it may be done with profit, provided those Psalms be\nomitted that refer to special occurrences of nations, churches,\nor single Christians.\n\nOf dividing the Psalms.\n\nIf the Psalm be too long for the time or custom of singing, there\nare pauses in many of them at which you may properly rest; or you\nmay leave out those verses which are inclued with crotchets [ ],\nwithout disturbing the sense: or, in some places you may begin to\nsing at the pause.\n\n\n\n\nTHE Psalms of David,\nIn Metre.\n\n\nPsalm 1:1. Common Metre,\nThe way and end of the righteous and the wicked.\n\n1 Blest is the man who shuns the place\nWhere sinners love to meet;\nWho fears to tread their wicked ways,\nAnd hates the scoffer's seat:\n\n2 But in the statutes of the Lord\nHas plac'd his chief delight;\nBy day he reads or hears the word,\nAnd meditates by night.\n\n3 [He like a plant of generous kind,\nBy living waters set,\nSafe from the storms and blasting wind,\nEnjoys a peaceful state.]\n\n4 Green as the leaf and ever fair\nShall his profession shine,\nWhile fruits of holiness appear\nLike clusters on the vine.\n\n5 Not so the impious and unjust;\nWhat vain designs they form!\nTheir hopes are blown away like dust,\nOr chaff before the storm.\n\n6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand\nAmongst the sons of grace,\nWhen Christ the Judge, at his right hand,\nAppoints his saints a place.\n\n7 His eye beholds the path they tread,\nHis heart approves it well;\nBut crooked ways of sinners lead\nDown to the gates of hell.\n\n\nPsalm 1:2. S. M.\nThe saint happy, the sinner miserable.\n\n1 The man is ever blest\nWho shuns the sinner's ways,\nAmong their counsels never stands,\nNor takes the scorner's place;\n\n2 But makes the Law of God\nHis study and delight,\nAmidst the labours of the day,\nAnd watches of the night.\n\n3 He like a tree shall thrive,\nWith waters near the root:\nFresh as the leaf his name shall live,\nHis works are heavenly fruit.\n\n4 Not so th' ungodly race,\nThey no such blessings find;\nTheir hopes shall flee like empty chaff\nBefore the driving wind.\n\n5 How will they bear to stand\nBefore that judgment-seat,\nWhere all the saints at Christ's right hand\nIn full assembly meet?\n\n6 He knows, and he approves\nThe way the righteous go;\nBut sinners and their works shall meet\nA dreadful overthrow.\n\n\nPsalm 1:3. L. M.\nThe difference between the righteous and the wicked.\n\n1 Happy the man whose cautious feet\nShun the broad way that sinners go,\nWho hates the place where atheists meet,\nAnd fears to talk as scoffers do.\n\n2 He loves t' employ his morning light\nAmongst the statutes of the Lord:\nAnd spends the wakeful hours at night,\nWith pleasure pondering o'er the word.\n\n3 He like a plant by gentle streams,\nShall flourish in immortal green;\nAnd heaven will shine with kindest beams\nOn every work his hands begin.\n\n4 But sinners find their counsels crost;\nAs chaff before the tempest flies,\nSo shall their hopes be blown and lost,\nWhen the last trumpet shakes the skies.\n\n5 In vain the rebel seeks to stand\nIn judgment with the pious race;\nThe dreadful Judge with stern command\nDivides him to a different place.\n\n6 \"Straight is the way my saints have trod,\n\"I blest the path and drew it plain;\n\"But you would choose the crooked road,\n\"And down it leads to endless pain.\n\n\nPsalm 2:1. S. M.\nTranslated according to the divine pattern,\nActs iv. 24 &c.\n\nChrist dying, rising, interceding, and reigning.\n\n1 [Maker and sovereign Lord\nOf heaven, and earth, and seas,\nThy providence confirms thy word,\nAnd answers thy decrees.\n\n2 The things so long foretold\nBy David are fulfill'd,\nWhen Jews and Gentiles join to slay\nJesus, thine holy child.]\n\n3 Why did the Gentiles rage,\nAnd Jews with one accord\nBend all their counsels to destroy\nTh' anointed of the Lord?\n\n4 Rulers and kings agree\nTo form a vain design;\nAgainst the Lord their powers unite,\nAgainst his Christ they join.\n\n5 The Lord derides their rage,\nAnd will support his throne;\nHe that hath rais'd him from the dead\nHath own'd him for his Son.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n6 Now he's ascended high,\nAnd asks to rule the earth;\nThe merit of his blood be pleads,\nAnd pleads his heavenly birth.\n\n7 He asks, and God bestows\nA large inheritance;\nFar as the world's remotest ends\nHis kingdom shall advance.\n\n8 The nations that rebel\nMust feel his iron rod;\nHe'll vindicate those honours well\nWhich he receiv'd from God.\n\n9 [Be wise, ye rulers, now,\nAnd worship at his throne;\nWith trembling joy, ye people, bow\nTo God's exalted Son.\n\n10 If once his wrath arise,\nYe perish on the place;\nThen blessed is the soul that flies\nFor refuge to his grace.]\n\nPsalm 2:2. C. M.\nThe same.\n\n1 Why did the nations join to slay\nThe Lord's anointed Son?\nWhy did they cast his laws away,\nAnd tread his gospel down?\n\n2 The Lord that sits above the skies,\nDerides their rage below,\nHe speaks with vengeance in his eyes,\nAnd strikes their spirits thro'.\n\n3 \"I call him my Eternal Son,\n\"And raise him from the dead;\n\"I make my holy hill his throne,\n\"And wide his kingdom spread.\n\n4 \"Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy\n\"The utmost heathen lands:\n\"Thy rod of iron shall destroy\n\"The rebel that withstands.\"\n\n5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,\nObey th' anointed Lord,\nAdore the king of heavenly birth,\nAnd tremble at his word.\n\n6 With humble love address his throne,\nFor if he frown ye die;\nThose are secure, and those alone,\nWho on his grace rely.\n\n\nPsalm 2:3. L. M.\nChrist's death, resurrection, and ascension.\n\n1 Why did the Jews proclaim their rage?\nThe Romans why their swords employ?\nAgainst the Lord their powers engage\nHis dear anointed to destroy?\n\n2 \"Come, let us break his bands,\" they say,\n\"This man shall never give us laws ;\"\nAnd thus they cast his yoke away,\nAnd nail'd the monarch to the cross.\n\n3 But God, who high in glory reigns,\nLaughs at their pride, their rage controls;\nHe'll vex their hearts with inward pains,\nAnd speak in thunder to their souls.\n\n4 \"I will maintain the King I made\n\"On Zion's everlasting hill,\n\"My hand shall bring him from the dead,\n\"And he shall stand your sovereign still.\"\n\n5 [His wondrous rising from the earth\nMakes his eternal Godhead known!\nThe Lord declares his heavenly birth,\n\"This day have I begot my Son.\n\n6 \"Ascend, my Son, to my right hand,\n\"There thou shalt ask, and I bestow\n\"The utmost bounds of heathen lands;\n\"To thee the northern isles shall bow.\"]\n\n7 But nations that resist his grace\nShall fall beneath his iron stroke;\nHis rod shall crush his foes with ease\nAs potters' earthen work is broke.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n8 Now, ye that sit on earthly thrones,\nBe wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb;\nat his feet submit your crowns,\nRejoice and tremble at his name.\n\n9 With humble love address the Son,\nLest he grow angry and ye die;\nHis wrath will burn to worlds unknown\nIf ye provoke his jealousy.\n\n10 His storms shall drive you quick to hell:\nHe is a God, and ye but dust:\nHappy the souls that know him well,\nAnd make his grace their only trust.\n\n\nPsalm 3:1. C. M.\nDoubts and fears supprest; or, God\nour defence from sin and Satan.\n\n1 My God, how many are my fears!\nHow fast my foes increase!\nConspiring my eternal death,\nThey break my present peace.\n\n2 The lying tempter would persuade\nThere's no relief in heaven;\nAnd all my swelling sins appear\nToo big to be forgiven.\n\n3 But thou, my glory and my strength,\nShalt on the tempter tread,\nShalt silence all my threatening guilt,\nAnd raise my drooping head.\n\n4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill\nHe bow'd a listening ear,\nI call'd my Father, and my God,\nAnd he subdu'd my fear.\n\n5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,\nIn spite of all my foes;\nI woke, and wonder'd at the grace\nThat guarded my repose.]\n\n6 What though the hosts of death and hell\nAll arm'd against me stood,\nTerrors no more shall shake my soul,\nMy refuge is my God.\n\n7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,\nWhile I thy glory sing:\nMy God has broke the serpent's teeth,\nAnd death has lost his sting.\n\n8 Salvation to the Lord belongs,\nHis arm alone can save;\nBlessings attend thy people here,\nAnd reach beyond the grave.\n\n\nPsalm 3:2. 1 2 3 4 5 8. L. M.\nA morning Psalm.\n\n1 O Lord, how many are my foes,\nIn this weak state of flesh and blood!\nMy peace they daily discompose,\nBut my defence and hope is God.\n\n2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,\nTo thee I rais'd an evening cry;\nThou heardst when I began to pray,\nAnd thine almighty help was nigh.\n\n3 Supported by thine heavenly aid,\nI laid me down and slept secure;\nNot death should make my heart afraid,\nTho' I should wake and rise no more.\n\n4 But God sustain'd me all the night;\nSalvation doth to God belong;\nHe rais'd my head to see the light,\nAnd make his praise my morning song.\n\n\nPsalm 4:1. 1 2 3 5 6 7. L. M.\nHearing prayer; or, God our\nportion, and Christ our hope.\n\n1 O God of grace and righteousness,\nHear and attend when I complain;\nThou hast enlarg'd me in distress,\nBow down a gracious ear again.\n\n2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try\nTo turn my glory into shame;\nHow long will scoffers love to lie,\nAnd dare reproach my Saviour's name!\n\n3 Know that the Lord divides his saints\nFrom all the tribes of men beside;\nHe hears the cry of penitents\nFor the dear sake of Christ that dy'd.\n\n4 When our obedient hands have done\nA thousand works of righteousness,\nWe put our trust in God alone,\nAnd glory in his pardoning grace.\n\n5 Let the unthinking many say,\n\"Who will bestow some earthly good?\"\nBut, Lord, thy light and love we pray,\nOur souls desire this heavenly food.\n\n6 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice\nAt grace and favour so divine;\nNor will I change my happy choice\nFor all their corn and all their wine.\n\n\nPsalm 4:2. 3 4 5 8. C. M.\nAn evening Psalm.\n\n1 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray\nI am for ever thine:\nI fear before thee all the day,\nNor would I dare to sin.\n\n2 And while I rest my weary head\nFrom cares and business free,\n'Tis sweet conversing on my bed\nWith my own heart and thee.\n\n3 I pay this evening sacrifice;\nAnd when my work is done,\nGreat God, my faith and hope relies\nUpon thy grace alone.\n\n4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace\nI'll give mine eyes to sleep;\nThy hand in safety keeps my days,\nAnd will my slumbers keep.\n\n\nPsalm 5.\nFor the Lord's day morning.\n\n1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear\nMy voice ascending high;\nTo thee will I direct my prayer,\nTo thee lift up mine eye;\n\n2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone\nTo plead for all his saints,\nPresenting at his Father's throne\nOur songs and our complaints.\n\n3 Thou art a God before whose sight\nThe wicked shall not stand;\nSinners shall ne'er be thy delight,\nNor dwell at thy right hand.\n\n4 But to thy house will I resort,\nTo taste thy mercies there;\nI will frequent thine holy court,\nAnd worship in thy fear.\n\n5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet\nIn ways of righteousness!\nMake every path of duty straight\nAnd plain before my face.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n6 My watchful enemies combine\nTo tempt my feet astray;\nThey flatter with a base design\nTo make my soul their prey.\n\n7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,\nAnd all his plots destroy;\nWhile those that in thy mercy trust\nFor ever shout for joy.\n\n8 The men that love and fear thy name\nShall see their hopes fulfill'd;\nThe mighty God will compass them\nWith favour as a shield.\n\n\nPsalm 6:1. C. M.\nComplaint in sickness;\nor, diseases healed.\n\n1 In anger, Lord, rebuke me not,\nWithdraw the dreadful storm;\nNor let thy fury grow so hot\nAgainst a feeble worm.\n\n2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares,\nMy flesh with pain oppress'd;\nMy couch is witness to my tears,\nMy tears forbid my rest.\n\n3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days;\nI waste the night with cries,\nCounting the minutes as they pass,\nTill the slow morning rise.\n\n4 Shall I be still tormented more?\nMine eye consum'd with grief?\nHow long, my God, how long before\nThine hand afford relief?\n\n5 He hears when dust and ashes speak,\nHe pities all our groans,\nHe saves us for his mercy's sake\nAnd heals our broken bones.\n\n6 The virtue of his sovereign word\nRestores our fainting breath;\nFor silent graves praise not the Lord,\nNor is he known in death.\n\n\nPsalm 6:2. L. M.\nTemptations in sickness overcome.\n\n1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes,\nWhen thou with kindness dost chastise\nBut thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,\nO let it not against me rise!\n\n2 Pity my languishing estate,\nAnd ease the sorrows that I feel;\nThe wounds thine heavy hand hath made,\nO let thy gentler touches heal.\n\n3 See how I pass my weary days\nIn sighs and groans; and when 'tis night\nMy bed is water'd with my tears;\nMy grief consumes and dims my sight.\n\n4 Look how the powers of nature mourn!\nHow long, almighty God, how long?\nWhen shall thine hour of grace return?\nWhen shall I make thy grace my song?\n\n5 I feel my flesh so near the grave,\nMy thoughts are tempted to despair;\nBut graves can never praise the Lord,\nFor all is dust and silence there.\n\n6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul,\nAnd all despairing thoughts depart;\nMy God, who hears my humble moan,\nWill ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.\n\n\nPsalm 7.\nGod's care of his people and\npunishment of persecutors.\n\n1 My trust is in my heavenly Friend,\nMy hope in thee, my God;\nRise and my helpless life defend\nFrom those that seek my blood.\n\n2 With insolence and fury they\nMy soul in pieces tear,\nAs hungry lions rend the prey\nWhen no deliverer's near.\n\n3 If I had e'er provok'd them first,\nOr once abus'd my foe,\nThen let him tread my life to dust,\nAnd lay mine honour low.\n\n4 If there be malice found in me,\nI know thy piercing eyes;\nI should not dare appeal to thee,\nNor ask my God to rise.\n\n5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,\nTheir pride and power control;\nAwake to judgment and command\nDeliverance for my soul.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n6 [Let sinners and their wicked rage\nBe humbled to the dust;\nShall not the God of truth engage\nTo vindicate the just?\n\n7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins,\nHe will defend th' upright:\nHis sharpest arrows he ordains\nAgainst the sons of spite.\n\n8 For me their malice digg'd a pit,\nBut there themselves are cast;\nMy God makes all their mischief light\nOn their own heads at last.]\n\n9 That cruel persecuting race\nMust feel his dreadful sword;\nAwake, my soul, and praise the grace\nAnd justice of the Lord.\n\n\nPsalm 8:1. S. M.\nGod's sovereignty and goodness; and\nman's dominion over the creatures.\n\n1 O Lord, our heavenly King,\nThy name is all divine;\nThy glories round the earth are spread,\nAnd o'er the heavens they shine.\n\n2 When to thy works on high\nI raise my wondering eyes,\nAnd see the moon complete in light\nAdorn the darksome skies:\n\n3 When I survey the stars,\nAnd all their shining forms,\nLord, what is man, that worthless thing,\nAkin to dust and worms?\n\n4 Lord, what is worthless man,\nThat thou shouldst love him so?\nNext to thine angels he is plac'd,\nAnd lord of all below.\n\n5 Thine honours crown his head,\nWhile beasts like slaves obey,\nAnd birds that cut the air with wings,\nAnd fish that cleave the sea.\n\n6 How rich thy bounties are!\nAnd wondrous are thy ways:\nOf dust and worms thy power can frame\nA monument of praise.\n\n7 [Out of the mouths of babes\nAnd sucklings thou canst draw\nSurprising honours to thy name,\nAnd strike the world with awe.]\n\n8 O Lord, our heavenly King,\nThy name is all divine:\nThy glories round the earth are spread,\nAnd o'er the heavens they shine.\n\n\nPsalm 8:2. C. M.\nChrist's condescension and\nglorification; or, God made man.\n\n1 O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great\nIs thine exalted name!\nThe glories of thy heavenly state\nLet men and babes proclaim.\n\n2 When I behold thy works on high,\nThe moon that rules the night,\nAnd stars that well adorn the sky,\nThose moving worlds of light;\n\n3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,\nWho dwells so far below,\nThat thou shouldst visit him with grace,\nAnd love his nature so?\n\n4 That thine eternal Son should bear\nTo take a mortal form,\nMade lower than his angels are,\nTo save a dying worm!\n\n5 [Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown,\nAnd men would not adore,\nTh' obedient seas and fishes own\nHis Godhead and his power.\n\n6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet;\nAnd fish, at his command,\nBring their large shoals to Peter's net,\nBring tribute to his hand.\n\n7 These lesser glories of the Son\nShone thro' the fleshly cloud;\nNow we behold him on his throne,\nAnd men confess him God.]\n\n8 Let him be crown'd with majesty,\nWho bow'd his head to death;\nAnd be his honours sounded high,\nBy all things that have breath.\n\n9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great\nIs thine exalted name!\nThe glories of thy heavenly state\nLet the whole earth proclaim.\n\n\nPsalm 8:3. 1 2. paraphrased.\nFirst Part. L. M.\nThe Hosanna of the children;\nor, Infants praising God.\n\n1 Almighty Ruler of the skies,\nThro' the wide earth thy name is spread,\nAnd thine eternal glories rise\nO'er all the heavens thy hands have made.\n\n2 To thee the voices of the young\nA monument of honour raise;\nAnd babes, with uninstructed tongue,\nDeclare the wonders of thy praise.\n\n3 Thy power assists their tender age\nTo bring proud rebels to the ground,\nTo still the bold blasphemer's rage,\nAnd all their policies confound.\n\n4 Children amidst thy temple throng\nTo see their great Redeemer's face;\nThe Son of David is their song,\nAnd young hosannas fill the place.\n\n3 The frowning scribes and angry priests\nIn vain their impious cavils bring;\nRevenge sits silent in their breasts,\nWhile Jewish babes proclaim their king.\n\n\nPsalm 8:4. 3 &c. paraphrased.\nSecond Part. L. M.\nAdam and Christ, lords of\nthe old and the new creation.\n\n1 Lord, what was man, when made at first,\nAdam the offspring of the dust,\nThat thou shouldst set him and his race\nBut just below an angel's place?\n\n2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so\nAnd make him lord of all below;\nMake every beast and bird submit,\nAnd lay the fishes at his feet?\n\n3 But O, what brighter glories wait\nTo crown the second Adam's state!\nWhat honours shall thy Son adorn\nWho condescended to be born!\n\n4 See him below his angels made,\nSee him in dust amongst the dead,\nTo save a ruin'd world from sin;\nBut he shall reign with power divine.\n\n5 The world to come, redeem'd from all\nThe miseries that attend the fall,\nNew made, and glorious, shall submit\nAt our exalted Saviour's feet.\n\n\nPsalm 9:1. First Part.\nWrath and mercy from the judgment-seat.\n\n1 With my whole heart I'll raise my song,\nThy wonders I'll proclaim;\nThou sov'reign judge of right and wrong\nWilt put my foes to shame.\n\n2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace;\nMy God prepares his throne\nTo judge the world in righteousness\nAnd make his vengeance known.\n\n3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove\nFor all the poor opprest,\nTo save the people of his love,\nAnd give the weary rest.\n\n4 The men, that know thy name will trust\nIn thy abundant grace;\nFor thou hast ne'er forsook the just,\nWho humbly seek thy face.\n\n5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,\nWho dwells on Zion's hill,\nWho executes his threatening word,\nAnd doth his grace fulfil.\n\n\nPsalm 9:2. 10. Second Part.\nThe wisdom and equity of providence.\n\n1 When the great Judge, supreme and just,\nShall once inquire for blood,\nThe humble souls, that mourn in dust,\nShall find a faithful God.\n\n2 He from the dreadful gates of death\nDoes his own children raise:\nIn Zion's gates, with cheerful breath,\nThey sing their Father's praise.\n\n3 His foes shall fail with heedless feet\nInto the pit they made;\nAnd sinners perish in the net\nThat their own hands had spread.\n\n4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God!\nAre thy deep counsels known;\nWhen men of mischief are destroy'd,\nThe snare must be their own.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 The wicked shall sink down to hell;\nThy wrath devour the lands\nThat dare forget thee, or rebel\nAgainst thy known commands.\n\n6 Tho' saints to sore distress are brought,\nAnd wait and long complain,\nTheir cries shall not be still forgot,\nNor shall their hopes be vain.\n\n7 [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,\nTo judge and save the poor;\nLet nations tremble at thy feet,\nAnd man prevail no more.\n\n8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,\nAnd put their hearts to pain,\nMake them confess that thou art God,\nAnd they but feeble men.]\n\n\nPsalm 10.\nPrayer heard, and saints saved; or, Pride,\natheism, and oppression punished.\n\nFor a humiliation day.\n\n1 Why doth the Lord stand off so far,\nAnd why conceal his face,\nWhen great calamities appear,\nAnd times of deep distress?\n\n2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride\nThy justice and thy pow'r?\nShall they advance their heads in pride,\nAnd still thy saints devour?\n\n3 They put thy judgments from their sight,\nAnd then insult the poor;\nThey boast in their exalted height\nThat they shall fall no more.\n\n4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand,\nAttend our humble cry;\nNo enemy shall dare to stand\nWhen God ascends on high.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 Why do the men of malice rage,\nAnd say with foolish pride,\n\"The God of heaven will ne'er engage\nTo fight on Zion's side?\"\n\n6 But thou for ever art our Lord;\nAnd pow'rful is thine hand,\nAs when the heathens felt thy sword,\nAnd perish'd from thy land.\n\n7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,\nAnd cause thine ear to hear;\nHe hearkens what his children say,\nAnd puts the world in fear.\n\n8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,\nNo more despise the just;\nAnd mighty sinners shall confess\nThey are but earth and dust.\n\n\nPsalm 11.\nGod loves the righteous and hates the wicked.\n\n1 My refuge is the God of love;\nWhy do my foes insult and cry,\n\"Fly like a timorous trembling dove,\n\"To distant woods or mountains fly\"?\n\n2 If government be all destroy'd\n(That firm foundation of our peace)\nAnd violence make justice void,\nWhere shall the righteous seek redress?\n\n3 The Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne,\nHis eye surveys the world below;\nTo him all mortal things are known,\nHis eyelids search our spirits thro'.\n\n4 If he afflicts his saints so far\nTo prove their love, and try their grace,\nWhat may the bold transgressors fear?\nHis very soul abhors their ways.\n\n5 On impious wretches he shall rain\nTempests of brimstone, fire, and death,\nSuch as he kindled on the plain\nOf Sodom with his angry breath.\n\n6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,\nWhose thoughts and actions are sincere;\nAnd with a gracious eye beholds\nThe men that his own image bear.\n\n\nPsalm 12:1. L. M.\nThe saint's safety and hope in evil times;\nor, Sins of the tongue complained of,\nviz, blasphemy, falsehood, &c.\n\n1 Lord, if thou dost not soon appear,\nVirtue and truth will fly away;\nA faithful man, amongst us here,\nWill scarce be found if thou delay.\n\n2 The whole discourse, when neighbours meet,\nIs fill'd with trifles loose and vain;\nTheir lips are flattery and deceit,\nAnd their proud language is profane.\n\n3 But lips, that with deceit abound,\nShall not maintain their triumph long;\nThe God of vengeance will confound\nThe flattering and blaspheming tongue.\n\n4 \"Yet shall our words be free,\" they cry,\n\"Our tongue shall be controll'd by none:\n\"Where is the Lord will ask us why?\n\"Or say, our lips are not our own?\"\n\n5 The Lord who sees the poor opprest,\nAnd hears th' oppressor's haughty strain,\nWill rise to give his children rest,\nNor shall they trust his word in vain.\n\n6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd,\nVoid of deceit shall still appear\nNot silver, seven times purify'd\nFrom dross and mixture, shines so clear.\n\n7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour\nDefend the holy soul from harm;\nTho' when the vilest men have power\nOn every side will sinners swarm.\n\n\nPsalm 12:2. C. M.\nComplaint of a general corruption of manners; or,\nThe promise and signs of Christ's coming to judgment.\n\n1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail,\nReligion loses ground,\nThe sons of violence prevail,\nAnd treacheries abound.\n\n2 Their oaths and promises they break,\nYet act the flatterer's part;\nWith fair deceitful lips they speak,\nAnd with a double heart.\n\n3 If we reprove some hateful lie,\nHow is their fury stirr'd!\n\"Are not our lips our own\" they cry,\n\"And who shall be our lord?\"\n\n4 Scoffers appear on every side,\nWhere a vile race of men\nIs rais'd to seats of power and pride,\nAnd bears the sword in vain.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 Lord, when iniquities abound,\nAnd blasphemy grows bold,\nWhen faith is hardly to be found,\nAnd love is waxing cold,\n\n6 Is not thy chariot hastening on?\nHast thou not given this sign?\nMay we not trust and live upon\nA promise so divine?\n\n7 \"Yes,\" saith the Lord, \"now will I rise,\n\"And make oppressors flee;\n\"I shall appear to their surprise,\n\"And set my servants free.\"\n\n8 Thy word, like silver seven times try'd,\nThro' ages shall endure;\nThe men that in thy truth confide,\nShall find thy promise sure.\n\n\nPsalm 13:1. L. M.\nPleading with God under desertion;\nor, Hope, in darkness.\n\n1 How long, 0 Lord, shall I complain\nLike one that seeks his God in vain?\nCanst thou thy face for ever hide?\nAnd I still pray and be deny'd?\n\n2 Shall I for ever be forgot\nAs one whom thou regardest not?\nStill shall my soul thine absence mourn?\nAnd still despair of thy return?\n\n3 How long shall my poor troubled breast\nBe with these anxious thoughts opprest?\nAnd Satan, my malicious foe,\nRejoice to see me sunk so low.\n\n4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,\nBefore my death conclude my grief;\nIf thou withhold thy heavenly light,\nI sleep in everlasting night.\n\n5 How will the powers of darkness boast,\nIf but one praying soul be lost!\nBut I have trusted in thy grace,\nAnd shall again behold thy face.\n\n6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,\nThou art my hope, my joy, my rest;\nMy heart shall feel thy love, and raise\nMy cheerful voice to songs of praise.\n\n\nPsalm 13:2. C. M.\nComplaint under temptations of the devil.\n\n1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face?\nMy God, how long delay?\nWhen shall I feel those heavenly rays\nThat chase my fears away?\n\n2 How long shall my poor labouring soul\nWrestle and toil in vain?\nThy word can all my foes control,\nAnd ease my raging pain.\n\n3 See how the prince of darkness tries\nAll his malicious arts,\nHe spreads a mist around my eyes,\nAnd throws his fiery darts.\n\n4 Be thou my sun and thou my shield,\nMy soul in safety keep;\nMake haste before mine eyes are seal'd\nIn death's eternal sleep.\n\n5 How would the tempter boast aloud\nIf I become his prey!\nBehold the sons of hell grow proud\nAt thy so long delay.\n\n6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,\nAnd Satan hide his head;\nHe knows the terrors of thy look\nAnd hears thy voice with dread.\n\n7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,\nWhere all my hopes have hung;\nI shall employ my lips in praise,\nAnd victory shall be sung.\n\n\nPsalm 14:1. First Part.\nBy nature all men are sinners.\n\n1 Fools in their hearts believe and say,\n\"That all religion's vain,\n\"There is no God that reigns on high,\n\"Or minds th' affairs of men.\"\n\n2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane\nCorrupt discourse proceeds;\nAnd in their impious hands are found\nAbominable deeds.\n\n3 The Lord, from his celestial throne\nLook'd down on things below,\nTo find the man that sought his grace,\nOr did his justice know.\n\n4 By nature all are gone astray,\nTheir practice all the same;\nThere's none that fears his Maker's hand,\nThere's none that loves his name.\n\n5 Their tongues are us'd to speak deceit,\nTheir slanders never cease;\nHow swift to mischief are their feet,\nNor knew the paths of peace.\n\n6 Such seeds of sin (that bitter root)\nIn every heart are found;\nNor can they bear diviner fruit,\nTill grace refine the ground.\n\n\nPsalm 14:2. Second Part.\nThe folly of persecutors.\n\n1 Are sinners now so senseless grown\nThat they thy saints devour?\nAnd never worship at thy throne,\nNor fear thine awful power?\n\n2 Great God appear to their surprise,\nReveal thy dreadful name;\nLet them no more thy wrath despise,\nNor turn our hope to shame.\n\n3 Dost thou not dwell among the just?\nAnd yet our foes deride,\nThat we should make thy name our trust;\nGreat God, confound their pride.\n\n4 O that the joyful day were come\nTo finish our distress!\nWhen God shall bring his children home,\nOur songs shall never cease.\n\n\nPsalm 15:1. C. M.\nCharacters of a saint; or, a citizen of Zion;\nor, The qualifications of a Christian.\n\n1 Who shall inhabit in thy hill,\nO God of holiness?\nWhom will the Lord admit to dwell\nSo near his throne of grace?\n\n2 The man that walks in pious ways,\nAnd works with righteous hands;\nThat trusts his Maker's promises,\nAnd follows his commands.\n\n3 He speaks the meaning of his heart,\nNor slanders with his tongue;\nWill scarce believe an ill report,\nNor do his neighbour wrong.\n\n4 The wealthy sinner he contemns,\nLoves all that fear the Lord:\nAnd tho' to his own hurt he swears,\nStill he performs his word.\n\n5 His hands disdain a golden bribe,\nAnd never gripe the poor;\nThis man shall dwell with God on earth,\nAnd find his heaven secure.\n\n\nPsalm 15:2. L. M.\nReligion and justice, goodness and truth;\nor, Duties to God and man;\nor, The qualifications of a Christian.\n\n1 Who shall ascend thy heavenly place,\nGreat God, and dwell before thy face?\nThe man that minds religion now,\nAnd humbly walks with God below:\n\n2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean,\nWhose lips still speak the thing they mean;\nNo slanders dwell upon his tongue;\nHe hates to do his neighbour wrong.\n\n3 [Scarce will he trust an ill report,\nNor vents it to his neighbour's hurt:\nSinners of state he can despise,\nBut saints are honour'd in his eyes.]\n\n4 [Firm to his word he ever stood,\nAnd always makes his promise good;\nNor dares to change the thing he swears,\nWhatever pain or loss he bears.]\n\n5 [He never deals in bribing gold,\nAnd mourns that justice should be sold:\nWhile others gripe and grind the poor,\nSweet charity attends his door.]\n\n6 [He loves his enemies, and prays\nFor those that curse him to his face;\nAnd doth to all men still the same\nThat he would hope or wish from them.]\n\n7 Yet when his holiest works are done,\nHis soul depends on grace alone;\nThis is the man thy face shall see,\nAnd dwell for ever Lord, with thee.\n\n\nPsalm 16:1. First Part. L. M.\nConfession of our poverty, and saints the best\ncompany; or, Good works profit men, not God.\n\n1 Preserve me, Lord, in time of need\nFor succour to thy throne I flee,\nBut have no merits there to plead;\nMy goodness cannot reach to thee.\n\n2 Oft have my heart and tongue confest\nHow empty and how poor I am;\nMy praise can never make thee blest,\nNor add new glories to thy name.\n\n3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap\nSome profit by the good we do;\nThese are the company I keep,\nThese are the choicest friends I know.\n\n4 Let others choose the sons of mirth\nTo give a relish to their wine,\nI love the men of heavenly birth,\nWhose thoughts and language are divine.\n\n\nPsalm 16:2. Second Part. L. M.\nChrist's all-sufficiency.\n\n1 How fast their guilt and sorrows rise\nWho haste to seek some idol god!\nI will not taste their sacrifice,\nTheir offerings of forbidden blood.\n\n2 My God provides a richer cup,\nAnd nobler food to live upon;\nHe for my life has offer'd up\nJesus, his best beloved Son.\n\n3 His love is my perpetual feast;\nBy day his counsels guide me right;\nAnd be his name for ever blest,\nWho gives me sweet advice by night.\n\n4 I set him still before mine eyes;\nAt my right hand he stands prepar'd\nTo keep my soul from all surprise,\nAnd be my everlasting guard.\n\n\nPsalm 16:3. Third Part. L. M.\nCourage in death, and hope of the resurrection.\n\n1 When God is nigh, my faith is strong,\nHis arm is my almighty prop:\nBe glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue,\nMy dying flesh shall rest in hope.\n\n2 Tho' in the dust I lay my head,\nYet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave\nMy soul for ever with the dead,\nNor lose thy children in the grave.\n\n3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,\nShake off the dust, and rise on high;\nThen shalt thou lead the wondrous way,\nUp to thy throne above the sky.\n\n4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;\nAnd full discoveries of thy grace\n(Which we but tasted here below)\nSpread heavenly joys thro' all the place.\n\n\nPsalm 16:4. First Part. C. M.\nSupport and counsel from God without merit.\n\n1 Save me, O Lord, from every foe;\nIn thee my trust I place,\nTho' all the good that I can do\nCan ne'er deserve thy grace.\n\n2 Yet if my God prolong my breath\nThe saints may profit by't;\nThe saints, the glory of the earth,\nThe men of my delight.\n\n3 Let heathens to their idols haste,\nAnd worship wood or stone;\nBut my delightful lot is cast\nWhere the true God is known.\n\n4 His hand provides my constant food,\nHe fills my daily cup;\nMuch am I pleas'd with present good,\nBut more rejoice in hope.\n\n5 God is my portion and my joy,\nHis counsels are my light;\nHe gives me sweet advice by day,\nAnd gentle hints by night.\n\n6 My soul would all her thoughts approve\nTo his all-seeing eye;\nNot death, nor hell my hope shall move,\nWhile such a friend is nigh.\n\n\nPsalm 16:5. Second Part. C. M.\nThe death and resurrection of Christ.\n\n1 I Set the Lord before my face,\n\"He bears my courage up;\n\"My heart, and tongue, their joys express,\n\"My flesh shall rest in hope.\n\n2 \"My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave\n\"Where souls departed are;\n\"Nor quit my body to the grave\n\"To see corruption there.\n\n3 \"Thou wilt reveal the path of life,\n\"And raise me to thy throne;\n\"Thy courts immortal pleasure give,\n\"Thy presence joys unknown.\"\n\n4 [Thus in the name of Christ, the Lord,\nThe holy David sung,\nAnd Providence fulfils the word\nOf his prophetic tongue.\n\n5 Jesus, whom every saint adores,\nWas crucify'd and slain;\nBehold the tomb its prey restores,\nBehold, he lives again!\n\n6 When shall my feet arise and stand\nOn heaven's eternal hills?\nThere sits the Son at God's right hand,\nAnd there the Father smiles.]\n\n\nPsalm 17:1. 13 &c. S. M.\nPortion of saints and sinners;\nor, Hope and despair in death.\n\n1 Arise, my gracious God,\nAnd make the wicked flee;\nThey are but thy chastising rod\nTo drive thy saints to thee.\n\n2 Behold the sinner dies,\nHis haughty words are vain;\nHere in this life his pleasure lies,\nAnd all beyond is pain.\n\n3 Then let his pride advance,\nAnd boast of all his store:\nThe Lord is my inheritance,\nMy soul can wish no more.\n\n4 I shall behold the face\nOf my forgiving God,\nAnd stand complete in righteousness,\nWash'd in my Saviour's blood.\n\n5 There's a new heaven begun,\nWhen I awake from death,\nDrest in the likeness of thy Son,\nAnd draw immortal breath.\n\n\nPsalm 17:2. L. M.\nThe sinner's portion, and saint's hope; or, The\nheaven of separate souls, and the resurrection.\n\n1 Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove\nMy faith, my patience, and my love;\nWhen men of spite against me join,\nThey are the sword, the hand is thine.\n\n2 Their hope and portion lies below;\n'Tis all the happiness they know,\n'Tis all they seek; they take their shares,\nAnd leave the rest among their heirs.\n\n3 What sinners value, I resign;\nLord, 'tis enough that thou art mine;\nI shall behold thy blissful face,\nAnd stand complete in righteousness.\n\n4 This life's a dream, an empty show;\nBut the bright world to which I go\nHath joys substantial and sincere;\nWhen shall I wake, and find me there?\n\n5 O glorious hour! O blest abode!\nI shall be near and like my God!\nAnd flesh and sin no more control\nThe sacred pleasures of the soul.\n\n6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,\nTill the last trumpet's joyful sound;\nThen burst the chains with sweet surprise,\nAnd in my Saviour's image rise.\n\n\nPsalm 18:1. 1-6 15-18. First Part. L. M.\nDeliverance from despair; or, Temptations overcome.\n\n1 Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength,\nMy rock, my tower, my high defence,\nThy mighty arm shall be my trust,\nFor I have found salvation thence.\n\n2 Death, and the terrors of the grave\nStood round me with their dismal shade;\nWhile floods of high temptations rose,\nAnd made my sinking soul afraid.\n\n3 I saw the opening gates of hell,\nWith endless pains and sorrows there,\nWhich none but they that feel can tell,\nWhile I was hurried to despair.\n\n4 In my distress I call'd 'my God,'\nWhen I could scarce believe him mine;\nHe bow'd his ear to my complaint,\nThen did his grace appear divine.\n\n5 [With speed he flew to my relief,\nAs on a cherub's wing he rode;\nAwful and bright as lightning shone\nThe face of my deliverer, God.\n\n6 Temptations fled at his rebuke,\nThe blast of his almighty breath;\nHe sent salvation from on high,\nAnd drew me from the deeps of death.]\n\n7 Great were my fears, my foes were great,\nMuch was their strength, and more their rage;\nBut Christ, my Lord, is conqueror still,\nIn all the wars that devils wage.\n\n8 My song for ever shall record\nThat terrible, that joyful hour;\nAnd give the glory to the Lord\nDue to his mercy and his power.\n\n\nPsalm 18:2. 20-26. Second Part. L. M.\nSincerity proved and rewarded.\n\n1 Lord, thou hast seen my soul sincere,\nHast made thy truth and love appear;\nBefore mine eyes I set thy laws,\nAnd thou hast own'd my righteous cause.\n\n2 Since I have learnt thy holy ways,\nI've walk'd upright before thy face;\nOr if my feet did e'er depart,\n'Twas never with a wicked heart.\n\n3 What sore temptations broke my rest!\nWhat wars and strugglings in my breast!\nBut thro' thy grace that reigns within,\nI guard against my darling sin:\n\n4 That sin which close besets me still,\nThat works and strives against my will;\nWhen shall thy Spirit's sovereign power\nDestroy it that it rise no more?\n\n5 [With an impartial hand, the Lord\nDeals out to mortals their reward;\nThe kind and faithful souls shall find\nA God as faithful, and as kind.\n\n6 The just and pure shall ever say,\nThou art more pure, more just than they;\nAnd men that love revenge shall know,\nGod hath an arm of vengeance too.]\n\n\nPsalm 18:3. 30 31 34 35 46. 3d Part. L. M.\nRejoicing in God; or, Salvation and triumph.\n\n1 Just are thy ways, and true thy word,\nGreat rock of my secure abode;\nWho is a God beside the Lord?\nOr where's a refuge like our God?\n\n2 'Tis he that girds me with his might,\nGives me his holy sword to wield;\nAnd while with sin and hell I fight,\nSpreads his salvation for my shield.\n\n3 He lives (and blessed be my rock!)\nThe God of my salvation lives,\nThe dark designs of hell are broke;\nSweet is the peace my Father gives.\n\n4 Before the scoffers of the age,\nI will exalt my Father's name,\nNor tremble at their mighty rage,\nBut meet reproach and bear the shame.\n\n5 To David and his royal seed\nThy grace for ever shall extend;\nThy love to saints in Christ their head\nKnows not a limit, nor an end.\n\n\nPsalm 18:4. First Part. C. M.\nVictory and triumph over temporal enemies.\n\n1 We love thee, Lord, and we adore,\nNow is thine arm reveal'd;\nThou art our strength, our heavenly tower,\nOur bulwark and our shield.\n\n2 We fly to our eternal rock,\nAnd find a sure defence;\nHis holy name our lips invoke,\nAnd draw salvation thence.\n\n3 When God, our leader, shines in arms,\nWhat mortal heart can bear\nThe thunder of his loud alarms?\nThe lightning of his spear?\n\n4 He rides upon the winged wind,\nAnd angels in array\nIn millions wait to know his mind,\nAnd swift as flames obey.\n\n5 He speaks, and at his fierce rebuke,\nWhole armies are dismay'd;\nHis voice, his frown, his angry look\nStrikes all their courage dead.\n\n6 He forms our generals for the field,\nWith all their dreadful skill;\nGives them his awful sword to wield,\nAnd makes their hearts of steel.\n\n7 [He arms our captains to the fight,\nTho' there his name's forgot:\nHe girded Cyrus with his might,\nBut Cyrus knew him not.\n\n8 Oft has the Lord whole nations blest\nFor his own church's sake:\nThe powers that give his people rest,\nShall of his care partake.]\n\nPsalm 18:5. Second Part. C. M.\nThe conqueror's song.\n\n1 To thine almighty arm we owe\nThe triumphs of the day\nThy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,\nAnd melt their strength away.\n\n2 'Tis by thine aid our troops prevail,\nAnd break united powers,\nOr burn their boasted fleets, or scale\nThe proudest of their towers.\n\n3 How have we chas'd them thro' the field,\nAnd trod them to the ground,\nWhile thy salvation was our shield,\nBut they no shelter found!\n\n4 In vain to idol-saints they cry,\nAnd perish in their blood;\nWhere is a rock so great, so high,\nSo powerful as our God?\n\n5 The Rock of Israel ever lives,\nHis name be ever blest;\n'Tis his own arm the victory gives,\nAnd gives his people rest.\n\n6 On kings that reign as David did,\nHe pours his blessings down;\nSecures their honours to their seed,\nAnd well supports the crown.\n\n\nPsalm 19:1. First Part. S. M.\nThe book of nature and scripture.\n\nFor a Lord's-day morning.\n\n1 Behold the lofty sky\nDeclares its maker God,\nAnd all his starry works on high\nProclaim his power abroad.\n\n2 The darkness and the light\nStill keep their course the same;\nWhile night to day, and day to night\nDivinely teach his name.\n\n3 In every different land\nTheir general voice is known\nThey shew the wonders of his hand,\nAnd orders of his throne.\n\n4 Ye British lands, rejoice,\nHere he reveals his word,\nWe are not left to nature's voice\nTo bid us know the Lord.\n\n5 His statutes and commands\nAre set before our eyes;\nHe puts his gospel in our hands,\nWhere our salvation lies.\n\n6 His laws are just and pure,\nHis truth without deceit,\nHis promises for ever sure,\nAnd his rewards are great.\n\n7 [Not honey to the taste\nAffords so much delight,\nNor gold that has the furnace past\nSo much allures the sight.\n\n8 While of thy works I sing,\nThy glory to proclaim,\nAccept the praise, my God, my King,\nIn my Redeemer's name.]\n\n\nPsalm 19:2. Second Part. S. M.\nGod's word most excellent; or,\nSincerity and watchfulness.\n\nFor a Lord's-day morning.\n\n1 Behold the morning sun\nBegins his glorious way;\nHis beams thro' all the nations run,\nAnd life and light convey.\n\n2 But where the gospel comes,\nIt spreads diviner light,\nIt calls dead sinners from their tombs,\nAnd gives the blind their sight.\n\n3 How perfect is thy word!\nAnd all thy judgments just!\nFor ever sure thy promise, Lord,\nAnd men securely trust.\n\n4 My gracious God, how plain\nAre thy directions given!\nO! may I never read in vain,\nBut find the path to heaven!\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 I hear thy word with love,\nAnd I would fain obey;\nSend thy good Spirit from above\nTo guide me, lest I stray.\n\n6 O who can ever find\nThe errors of his ways?\nYet, with a bold presumptuous mind,\nI would not dare transgress.\n\n7 Warn me of every sin,\nForgive my secret faults,\nAnd cleanse this guilty soul of mine,\nWhose crimes exceed my thoughts.\n\n8 While with my heart and tongue\nI spread thy praise abroad,\nAccept the worship and the song,\nMy Saviour and my God.\n\n\nPsalm 19:3. L. M.\nThe books of nature and of scripture compared;\nor, The glory and success of the gospel.\n\n1 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord,\nIn every star thy wisdom shines;\nBut when our eyes behold thy word\nWe read thy name in fairer lines.\n\n2 The rolling sun, the changing light,\nAnd nights and days thy power confess;\nBut the blest volume thou hast writ\nReveals thy justice and thy grace.\n\n3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise\nRound the whole earth, and never stand;\nSo when thy truth begun its race,\nIt touch'd and glanc'd on every land.\n\n4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest,\nTill thro' the world thy truth has run;\nTill Christ has all the nations blest,\nThat see the light, or feel the sun.\n\n5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise,\nBless the dark world with heavenly light;\nThy gospel makes the simple wise,\nThy laws are pure, thy judgments right.\n\n6 Thy noblest wonders here we view\nIn souls renew'd and sins forgiven:\nLord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew,\nAnd make thy word my guide to heaven.\n\n\nPsalm 19:4.\nTo the tune of the 113th Psalm.\nThe book of nature and scripture.\n\n1 Great God, the heaven's well-order'd frame\nDeclares the glories of thy name;\nThere thy rich works of wonder shine:\nA thousand starry beauties there,\nA thousand radiant marks appear\nOf boundless power and skill divine.\n\n2 From night to day, from day to night,\nThe dawning and the dying light\nLectures of heavenly wisdom read;\nWith silent eloquence they raise\nOur thoughts to our Creator's praise,\nAnd neither sound nor language need.\n\n3 Yet their divine instructions run\nFar as the journies of the sun,\nAnd every nation knows their voice;\nThe sun, like some young bridegroom drest,\nBreaks from the chambers of the east,\nRolls round, and makes the earth rejoice.\n\n4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad,\nHe smiles and speaks his maker God;\nAll nature joins to shew thy praise:\nThus God, in every creature shines;\nFair is the book of nature's lines,\nBut fairer is thy book of grace.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 I love the volumes of thy word;\nWhat light and joy those leaves afford\nTo souls benighted and distrest!\nThy precepts guide my doubtful way,\nThy fear forbids my feet to stray;\nThy promise leads my heart to rest.\n\n6 From the discoveries of thy law\nThe perfect rules of life I draw,\nThese are my study and delight:\nNot honey so invites the taste,\nNor gold, that hath the furnace past,\nAppears so pleasing to the sight.\n\n7 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes,\nAnd warn me where my danger lies;\nBut 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord,\nThat makes my guilty conscience clean,\nConverts my soul, subdues my sin,\nAnd gives a free but large reward.\n\n8 Who knows the errors of his thoughts?\nMy God, forgive my secret faults,\nAnd from presumptuous sins restrain;\nAccept my poor attempts of praise\nThat I have read thy book of grace,\nAnd book of nature, not in vain.\n\n\nPsalm 20.\nPrayer and hope of victory.\nFor a day of prayer in time of war.\n\n1 Now may the God of power and grace\nAttend his people's humble cry!\nJehovah hears when Israel prays,\nAnd brings deliverance from on high.\n\n2 The name of Jacob's God defends\nBetter than shields or brazen walls;\nHe from his sanctuary sends\nSuccour and strength, when Zion calls.\n\n3 Well he remembers all our sighs,\nHis love exceeds our best deserts,\nHis love accepts the sacrifice\nOf humble groans and broken hearts.\n\n4 In his salvation is our hope,\nAnd, in the name of Israel's God,\nOur troops shall lift their banners up,\nOur navies spread their flags abroad.\n\n5 Some trust in horses train'd for war,\nAnd some of chariots make their boast;\nOur surest expectations are\nFrom thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts.\n\n6 [O! may the memory of thy name\nInspire our armies for the fight!\nOur foes shall fall and die with shame,\nOr quit the field with shameful flight.]\n\n7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear;\nNow let our hopes be firm and strong,\nTill the salvation shall appear,\nAnd joy and triumph raise the song.\n\n\nPsalm 21:1. C. M.\nOur king is the care of heaven.\n\n1 The king, O Lord, with songs of praise,\nShall in thy strength rejoice;\nAnd, blest with thy salvation, raise\nTo heaven his cheerful voice.\n\n2 Thy sure defence, thro' nations round,\nHas spread his glorious name;\nAnd his successful actions crown'd\nWith majesty and fame.\n\n3 Then let the king on God alone\nFor timely aid rely;\nHis mercy shall support the throne,\nAnd all our wants supply.\n\n4 But, righteous Lord, his stubborn foes\nShall feel thy dreadful hand\nThy vengeful arm shall find out those\nThat hate his mild command.\n\n5 When thou against them dost engage,\nThy just but dreadful doom\nShall, like a fiery oven's rage,\nTheir hopes and them consume.\n\n6 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare,\nAnd thus exalt thy fame;\nWhilst we glad songs of praise prepare\nFor thine almighty name.\n\n\nPsalm 21:2. 1-9. L. M.\nChrist exalted to the kingdom.\n\n1 David rejoic'd in God his strength,\nRais'd to the throne by special grace;\nBut Christ, the Son, appears at length,\nFulfils the triumph and the praise.\n\n2 How great is the Messiah's joy\nIn the salvation of thy hand!\nLord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high,\nAnd given the world to his command.\n\n3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will,\nNor doth the least request withhold;\nBlessings of love prevent him still,\nAnd crowns of glory, not of gold.\n\n4 Honour and majesty divine\nAround his sacred temples shine;\nBlest with the favour of thy face,\nAnd length of everlasting days.\n\n5 Thy hand shall find out all his foes;\nAnd as a fiery oven glows\nWith raging heat and living coals,\nSo shall thy wrath devour their souls.\n\n\nPsalm 22:1. 1-16. First Part. C. M,\nThe sufferings and death of Christ.\n\n1 \"Why has my God my soul forsook,\n\"Nor will a smile afford?\"\n(Thus David once in anguish spoke,\nAnd thus our dying Lord.)\n\n2 Tho' 'tis thy chief delight to dwell\nAmong thy praising saints,\nYet thou canst hear a groan as well,\nAnd pity our complaints.\n\n3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,\nAnd great deliverance found;\nBut I'm a worm, despis'd of men,\nAnd trodden to the ground.\n\n4 Shaking the head they pass me by,\nAnd laugh my soul to scorn;\n\"In vain he trusts in God\" they cry,\n\"Neglected and forlorn.\"\n\n5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh\nBy thine almighty word,\nAnd since I hung upon the breast,\nMy hope is in the Lord.\n\n6 Why will my Father hide his face,\nWhen foes stand threatening round,\nIn the dark hour of deep distress,\nAnd not an helper found?\n\nPAUSE.\n\n7 Behold thy darling left among\nThe cruel and the proud,\nAs bulls of Bashan fierce and strong,\nAs lions roaring loud.\n\n8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet\nTo multiply the smart;\nThey nail my hands, they pierce my feet\nAnd try to vex my heart.\n\n9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose\nThe rage of earth and hell,\nWhy will my heavenly Father bruise\nThe Son he loves so well?\n\n10 My God, if possible it be,\nWithhold this bitter cup;\nBut I resign my will to thee,\nAnd drink the sorrows up.\n\n11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown\nIn groans I waste my breath;\nThy heavy hand has brought me down\nLow as the dust of death.\n\n12 Father, I give my spirit up;\nAnd trust it in thy hand;\nMy dying flesh shall rest in hope,\nAnd rise at thy command.\n\n\nPsalm 22:2. 20 21 27-31. 2d Part. C. M.\nChrist's sufferings and kingdom.\n\n1 \"Now from the roaring lion's rage,\n\"O Lord, protect thy Son;\n\"Nor leave thy darling to engage,\n\"The powers of hell alone.\"\n\n2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray,\nWith mighty cries and tears;\nGod heard him in that dreadful day,\nAnd chas'd away his fears.\n\n3 Great was the victory of his death,\nHis throne exalted high;\nAnd all the kindreds of the earth\nShall worship or shall die.\n\n4 A numerous offspring must arise\nFrom his expiring groans;\nThey shall be reckon'd in his eyes\nFor daughters and for sons.\n\n5 The meek and humble soul shall see\nHis table richly spread;\nAnd all that seek the Lord shall be\nWith joys immortal fed.\n\n6 The isles shall know the righteousness\nOf our incarnate God;\nAnd nations yet unborn profess\nSalvation in his blood.\n\n\nPsalm 22:3. L. M.\nChrist's sufferings and exaltation.\n\n1 Now let our mournful songs record\nThe dying sorrows of our Lord;\nWhen he complain'd in tears and blood\nAs one forsaken of his God.\n\n2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,\nAnd shake their heads, and laugh in scorn;\n\"He rescu'd others from the grave,\n\"Now let him try himself to save.\n\n3 \"This is the man did once pretend\n\"God was his father and his friend;\n\"If God the blessed lov'd him so,\n\"Why doth he fail to help him now?\"\n\n4 Barbarous people! cruel priests!\nHow they stood round like savage beasts!\nLike lions gaping to devour,\nWhen God had left him in their power.\n\n5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet,\nTill streams of blood each other meet;\nBy lot his garments they divide\nAnd mock the pangs in which he dy'd.\n\n6 But God, his Father, heard his cry:\nRais'd from the dead he reigns on high.\nThe nations learn his righteousness,\nAnd humble sinners taste his grace.\n\n\nPsalm 23:1. L. M.\nGod our Shepherd.\n\n1 My shepherd is the living Lord;\nNow shall my wants be well supply'd\nHis providence and holy word\nBecome my safety and my guide.\n\n2 In pastures where salvation grows\nHe makes me feed, he makes me rest;\nThere living water gently flows,\nAnd all the food's divinely blest.\n\n3 My wandering feet his ways mistake,\nBut he restores my soul to peace,\nAnd leads me for his mercy's sake,\nIn the fair paths of righteousness.\n\n4 Tho' I walk thro' the gloomy vale,\nWhere death and all its terrors are,\nMy heart and hope shall never fail,\nFor God my shepherd's with me there.\n\n5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps\nThou art my comfort, thou my stay;\nThy staff supports my feeble steps,\nThy rod directs my doubtful way.\n\n6 The sons of earth and sons of hell\nGaze at thy goodness and repine\nTo see my table spread so well\nWith living bread and cheerful wine.\n\n7 [How I rejoice when on my head\nThy Spirit condescends to rest!\n'Tis a divine anointing shed\nLike oil of gladness at a feast.\n\n8 Surely the mercies of the Lord\nAttend his household all their days;\nThere will I dwell to hear his word,\nTo seek his face, and sing his praise.]\n\n\nPsalm 23:2. C. M.\nThe same.\n\n1. My Shepherd will supply my need,\nJehovah is his name;\nIn pastures fresh he makes me feed\nBeside the living stream.\n\n2 He brings my wandering spirit back,\nWhen I forsake his ways;\nAnd leads me for his mercy's sake,\nIn paths of truth and grace.\n\n3 When I walk thro' the shades of death,\nThy presence is my stay;\nA word of thy supporting breath\nDrives all my fears away.\n\n4 Thy hand, in spite of all my foes,\nDoth still my table spread;\nMy cup with blessings overflows,\nThine oil anoints my head.\n\n5 The sure provisions of my God\nAttend me all my days;\nO may thy house be mine abode,\nAnd all my work be praise!\n\n6 There would I find a settled rest,\n(While others go and come)\nNo more a stranger or a guest,\nBut like a child at home.\n\n\nPsalm 23:3. S. M.\nThe same.\n\n1 The Lord my shepherd is,\nI shall be well supply'd;\nSince he is mine, and I am his,\nWhat can I want beside?\n\n2 He leads me to the place\nWhere heavenly pasture grows,\nWhere living waters gently pass,\nAnd full salvation flows.\n\n3 If e'er I go astray,\nHe doth my soul reclaim,\nAnd guides me in his own right way,\nFor his most holy name.\n\n4 While he affords his aid,\nI cannot yield to fear;\nTho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade\nMy Shepherd's with me there.\n\n5 In spite of all my foes,\nThou dost my table spread,\nMy cup with blessings overflows,\nAnd joy exalts my head.\n\n6 The bounties of thy love\nShall crown my following days;\nNor from thy house will I remove,\nNor cease to speak thy praise.\n\n\nPsalm 24:1. C. M.\nDwelling with God.\n\n1 The earth for ever is the Lord's,\nWith Adam's numerous race;\nHe rais'd its arches o'er the floods,\nAnd built it on the seas.\n\n2 But who among the sons of men\nMay visit thine abode?\nHe that has hands from mischief clean,\nWhose heart is right with God.\n\n3 This is the man may rise, and take\nThe blessings of his grace;\nThis is the lot of those that seek\nThe God of Jacob's face.\n\n4 Now let our soul's immortal powers\nTo meet the Lord prepare,\nLift up their everlasting doors,\nThe King of glory's near.\n\n5 The King of glory! who can tell\nThe wonders of his might!\nHe rules the nations; but to dwell\nWith saints is his delight.\n\n\nPsalm 24:2. L. M.\nSaints dwell in heaven; or, Christ's ascension.\n\n1 This spacious earth is all the Lord's,\nAnd men, and worms, and beasts, and birds:\nHe rais'd the building on the seas,\nAnd gave it for their dwelling-place.\n\n2 But there's a brighter world on high,\nThy palace, Lord, above the sky:\nWho shall ascend that blest abode,\nAnd dwell so near his Maker God?\n\n3 He that abhors and fears to sin,\nWhose heart is pure whose hands are clean,\nHim shall the Lord the Saviour bless,\nAnd clothe his soul with righteousness.\n\n4 These are the men, the pious race\nThat seek the God of Jacob's face;\nThese shall enjoy the blissful sight,\nAnd dwell in everlasting light.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high,\nBehold the King of glory nigh!\nWho can this King of glory be?\nThe mighty Lord, the Saviour's he.\n\n6 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display\nTo make the Lord the Saviour way:\nLaden with spoils from earth and hell,\nThe conqueror comes with God to dwell.\n\n7 Rais'd from the dead he goes before,\nHe opens heaven's eternal door,\nTo give his saints a blest abode\nNear their Redeemer, and their God.\n\n\nPsalm 25:1. 1-11. First Part.\nWaiting for pardon and direction.\n\n1 I Lift my soul to God,\nMy trust is in his name;\nLet not my foes that seek my blood\nStill triumph in my shame.\n\n2 Sin and the powers of hell\nPersuade me to despair;\nLord, make me know thy covenant well,\nThat I may 'scape the snare.\n\n3 From the first dawning light\nTill the dark evening rise,\nFor thy salvation, Lord, I wait\nWith ever-longing eyes.\n\n4 Remember all thy grace,\nAnd lead me in thy truth;\nForgive the sins of riper days,\nAnd follies of my youth.\n\n5 The Lord is just and kind,\nThe meek shall learn his ways;\nAnd every humble sinner find\nThe methods of his grace.\n\n6 For his own goodness' sake\nHe saves my soul from shame;\nHe pardons (tho' my guilt be great)\nThro' my Redeemer's name.\n\n\nPsalm 25:2. 12 14 10 13. Second Part.\nDivine instruction.\n\n1 Where shall the man be found\nThat fears t' offend his God,\nThat loves the gospel's joyful sound,\nAnd trembles at the rod?\n\n2 The Lord shall make him know\nThe secrets of his heart,\nThe wonders of his covenant show,\nAnd all his love impart.\n\n3 The dealings of his hand\nAre truth and mercy still\nWith such as to his covenant stand,\nAnd love to do his will.\n\n4 Their souls shall dwell at ease\nBefore their Maker's face,\nTheir seed shall taste the promises,\nIn their extensive grace.\n\n\nPsalm 25:3. 15-22. Third Part.\nDistress of soul; or, Backsliding and desertion.\n\n1 Mine eyes and my desire\nAre ever to the Lord;\nI love to plead his promises,\nAnd rest upon his word.\n\n2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,\nBring thy salvation near:\nWhen will thy hand release my feet\nOut of the deadly snare?\n\n3 When shall the sovereign grace\nOf my forgiving God\nRestore me from those dangerous ways\nMy wandering feet have trod?\n\n4 The tumult of my thoughts\nDoth but enlarge my woe;\nMy spirit languishes, my heart\nIs desolate and low.\n\n5 With every morning light\nMy sorrow new begins;\nLook on my anguish and my pain,\nAnd pardon all my sins.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n6 Behold the hosts of hell\nHow cruel is their hate!\nAgainst my life they rise, and join\nTheir fury with deceit.\n\n7 O keep my soul from death,\nNor put my hope to shame,\nFor I have plac'd my only trust\nIn my Redeemer's name.\n\n8 With humble faith I wait\nTo see thy face again;\nOf Israel it shall ne'er be said,\n\"He sought the Lord in vain.\"\n\n\nPsalm 26.\nSelf-examination; or, Evidences of grace.\n\n1 Judge me, O Lord, and prove my ways,\nAnd try my reins, and try my heart;\nMy faith upon thy promise stays,\nNor from thy law my feet depart.\n\n2 I hate to walk, I hate to sit,\nWith men of vanity and lies;\nThe scoffer and the hypocrite\nAre the abhorrence of mine eyes.\n\n3 Amongst thy saints will I appear,\nWith hands well wash'd in innocence;\nBut when I stand before thy bar,\nThe blood of Christ is my defence.\n\n4 I love thy habitation, Lord,\nThe temple where thine honours dwell;\nThere shall I hear thine holy word,\nAnd there thy works of wonder tell.\n\n5 Let not my soul be join'd at last\nWith men of treachery and blood,\nSince I my days on earth have past\nAmong the saints, and near my God.\n\n\nPsalm 27:1. 1-6. First Part.\nThe church is our delight and safety.\n\n1 The Lord of glory is my light,\nAnd my salvation too;\nGod is my strength, nor will I fear\nWhat all my foes can do.\n\n2 One privilege my heart desires;\nO grant me an abode\nAmong the churches of thy saints,\nThe temples of my God!\n\n3 There shall I offer my requests,\nAnd see thy beauty still,\nShall hear thy messages of love,\nAnd there enquire thy will.\n\n4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,\nThere may his children hide:\nGod has a strong pavilion where\nHe makes my soul abide.\n\n5 Now shall my head be lifted high\nAbove my foes around,\nAnd songs of joy and victory\nWithin thy temple sound.\n\n\nPsalm 27:2. 8 9 13 14. Second Part.\n\nPrayer and Hope.\n\n1 Soon as I heard my Father say,\n\"Ye children, seek my grace;\"\nMy heart reply'd without delay,\n\"I'll seek my Father's face.\"\n\n2 Let not thy face be hid from me,\nNor frown my soul away;\nGod of my life, I fly to thee\nIn a distressing day.\n\n3 Should friends and kindred near and dear\nLeave me to want, or die,\nMy God would make my life his care\nAnd all my need supply.\n\n4 My fainting flesh had dy'd with grief,\nHad not my soul believ'd\nTo see thy grace provide relief,\nNor was my hope deceiv'd.\n\n5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,\nAnd keep your courage up;\nHe'll raise your spirit when it faints,\nAnd far exceed your hope.\n\n\nPsalm 29. L. M.\nStorm and thunder.\n\n1 Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame,\nGive to the Lord renown and power,\nAscribe due honours to his name,\nAnd his eternal might adore.\n\n2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud\nOver the ocean and the land;\nHis voice divides the watery cloud,\nAnd lightnings blaze at his command.\n\n3 He speaks, and tempest, hail, and wind,\nLay the wide forests bare around;\nThe fearful hart, and frighted hind,\nLeap at the terror of the sound.\n\n4 To Lebanon he turns his voice,\nAnd, lo, the stately cedars break;\nThe mountains tremble at the noise,\nThe vallies roar, the deserts quake.\n\n5 The Lord sits sovereign on the flood,\nThe thunderer reigns for ever king;\nBut makes his church his blest abode,\nWhere we his awful glories sing.\n\n6 In gentler language there the Lord\nThe counsels of his grace imparts;\nAmidst the raging storm his word\nSpeaks peace and courage to our hearts.\n\n\nPsalm 30:1. First Part.\nSickness healed, and sorrow removed.\n\n1 I will extol thee, Lord, on high,\nAt thy command, diseases fly;\nWho but a God can speak and save\nFrom the dark borders of the grave?\n\n2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,\nAnd tell how large his goodness is;\nLet all your powers rejoice and bless,\nWhile you record his holiness.\n\n3 His anger but a moment stays\nHis love is life and length of days;\nTho' grief and tears the night employ,\nThe morning-star restores the joy.\n\n\nPsalm 30:2. 6. Second Part.\nHealth, sickness, and recovery.\n\n1 Firm was my health, my day was bright,\nAnd I presum'd 'twould ne'er be night;\nFondly I said within my heart,\n\"Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart.\"\n\n2 But I forgot thine arm was strong,\nWhich made my mountain stand so long;\nSoon as thy face began to hide,\nMy health was gone, my comforts dy'd.\n\n3 I cry'd aloud to thee, my God,\n\"What canst thou profit by my blood?\n\"Deep in the dust can I declare\n\"Thy truth, or sing thy goodness there?\n\n4 \"Hear me, O God of grace,\" I said,\n\"And bring me from among the dead:\"\nThy word rebuk'd the pains I felt,\nThy pardoning love remov'd my guilt.\n\n5 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe,\nAre turn'd to joy and praises now;\nI throw my sackcloth on the ground,\nAnd ease and gladness gird me round.\n\n6 My tongue, the glory of my frame,\nShall ne'er be silent of thy name\nThy praise shall sound thro' earth and heaven,\nFor sickness heal'd, and sins forgiven.\n\n\nPsalm 31:1. 5 13-19 22 23. First Part.\nDeliverance from death.\n\n1 Into thine hand, 0 God of truth,\nMy spirit I commit;\nThou hast redeem'd my soul from death,\nAnd sav'd me from the pit.\n\n2 The passions of my hope and fear\nMaintain'd a doubtful strife,\nWhile sorrow, pain, and sin conspir'd\nTo take away my life.\n\n3 \"My times are in thine hand,\" I cry'd,\n\"Tho' I draw near the dust ;\"\nThou art the refuge where I hide,\nThe God in whom I trust.\n\n4 O make thy reconciled face\nUpon thy servant shine,\nAnd save me for thy mercy's sake,\nFor I'm entirely thine.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 ['Twas in my haste, my spirit said,\n\"I must despair and die,\n\"I am cut off before thine eyes;\"\nBut thou hast heard me cry.]\n\n6 Thy goodness how divinely free!\nHow wondrous is thy grace\nTo those that fear thy majesty,\nAnd trust thy promises!\n\n7 O love the Lord, all ye his saints,\nAnd sing his praises loud;\nHe'll bend his ear to your complaints,\nAnd recompense the proud.\n\n\nPsalm 31:2. 7-13 18-21. Second Part.\nDeliverance from slander and reproach.\n\n1 My heart rejoices in thy name,\nMy God, my help, my trust;\nThou hast preserv'd my face from shame,\nMine honour from the dust.\n\n2 \"My life is spent with grief,\" I cry'd,\n\"My years consum'd in groans,\n\"My strength decays, mine eyes are dry'd,\n\"And sorrow wastes my bones.\"\n\n3 Among mine enemies my name\nWas a mere proverb grown,\nWhile to my neighbours I became\nForgotten and unknown.\n\n4 Slander and fear on every side,\nSeiz'd and beset me round;\nI to the throne of grace apply'd,\nAnd speedy rescue found.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 How great deliverance thou hast wrought\nBefore the sons of men!\nThe lying lips to silence brought,\nAnd made their boastings vain!\n\n6 Thy children, from the strife of tongues,\nShall thy pavilion hide,\nGuard them from infamy and wrongs,\nAnd crush the sons of pride.\n\n7 Within thy secret presence, Lord,\nLet me for ever dwell;\nNo fenced city, wall'd and barr'd,\nSecures a saint so well.\n\n\nPsalm 32:1. S. M.\nForgiveness of sins upon confession.\n\n1 O blessed souls are they\nWhose sins are cover'd o'er!\nDivinely blest, to whom the Lord\nimputes their guilt no more.\n\n2 They mourn their follies past,\nAnd keep their hearts with care;\nTheir lips and lives without deceit,\nShall prove their faith sincere.\n\n3 While I conceal'd my guilt\nI felt the festering wound,\nTill I confess'd my sins to thee,\nAnd ready pardon found.\n\n4 Let sinners learn to pray,\nLet saints keep near the throne;\nOur help in times of deep distress,\nIs found in God alone.\n\n\nPsalm 32:2. First Part. L. M.\nFree pardon and sincere obedience;\nor, Confession and forgiveness.\n\n1 Happy the man to whom his God\nNo more imputes his sin,\nBut wash'd in the Redeemer's blood,\nHath made his garments clean!\n\n2 Happy, beyond expression, he\nWhose debts are thus discharg'd;\nAnd from the guilty bondage free,\nHe feels his soul enlarg'd.\n\n3 His spirit hates deceit and lies,\nHis words are all sincere;\nHe guards his heart, he guards his eyes,\nTo keep his conscience clear.\n\n4 While I my inward guilt supprest,\nNo quiet could I find;\nThy wrath lay burning in my breast,\nAnd rack'd my tortur'd mind.\n\n5 Then I confess'd my troubled thoughts,\nMy secret sins reveal'd;\nThy pardoning grace forgave my faults,\nThy grace my pardon seal'd.\n\n6 This shall invite thy saints to pray,\nWhen, like a raging flood,\nTemptations rise, our strength and stay\nIs a forgiving God.\n\n\nPsalm 32:3. L. M.\nRepentance and free pardon;\nor, Justification and sanctification.\n\n1 Blest is the man, for ever blest,\nWhose guilt is pardon'd by his God,\nWhose sins with sorrow are confess'd,\nAnd cover'd with his Saviour's blood.\n\n2 Blest is the man to whom the Lord\nImputes not his iniquities,\nHe pleads no merit of reward,\nAnd not on works, but grace relies.\n\n3 From guile his heart and lips are free,\nHis humble joy, his holy fear,\nWith deep repentance well agree,\nAnd join to prove his faith sincere.\n\n4 How glorious is that righteousness\nThat hides and cancels all his sins!\nWhile a bright evidence of grace\nThro' his whole life appears and shines.\n\n\nPsalm 32:4. Second Part. L. M.\nA guilty conscience eased by confession and pardon.\n\n1 While I keep silence, and conceal\nMy heavy guilt within my heart,\nWhat torments doth my conscience feel!\nWhat agonies of inward smart!\n\n2 I spread my sins before the Lord,\nAnd all my secret faults confess;\nThy gospel speaks a pard'ning word\nThine Holy Spirit seals the grace.\n\n3 For this shall every humble soul\nMake swift addresses to thy seat;\nWhen floods of huge temptations roll,\nThere shall they find a blest retreat.\n\n4 How safe beneath thy wings I lie,\nWhen days grow dark, and storms appear!\nAnd when I walk, thy watchful eye\nShall guide me safe from every snare.\n\n\nPsalm 33:1. First Part. C. M.\nWorks of creation and providence.\n\n1 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord,\nThis work belongs to you:\nSing of his name, his ways, his word,\nHow holy, just, and true!\n\n2 His mercy and his righteousness\nLet heaven and earth proclaim;\nHis works of nature and of grace\nReveal his wondrous name.\n\n3 His wisdom and almighty word\nThe heavenly arches spread;\nAnd by the Spirit of the Lord\nTheir shining hosts were made.\n\n4 He bid the liquid waters flow\nTo their appointed deep;\nThe flowing seas their limits know,\nAnd their own station keep.\n\n5 Ye tenants of the spacious earth,\nWith fear before him stand;\nHe spake, and nature took its birth,\nAnd rests on his command.\n\n6 He scorns the angry nations' rage,\nAnd breaks their vain designs;\nHis counsel stands thro' every age,\nAnd in full glory shines.\n\n\nPsalm 33:2. Second Part. C. M.\nCreatures vain, and God all-sufficient.\n\n1 Blest is the nation where the Lord\nHath fix'd his gracious throne;\nWhere he reveals his heavenly word,\nAnd calls their tribes his own.\n\n2 His eye, with infinite survey,\nDoes the whole world behold;\nHe form'd us all of equal clay,\nAnd knows our feeble mould.\n\n3 Kings are not rescu'd by the force\nOf armies from the grave;\nNor speed nor courage of an horse\nCan the bold rider save,\n\n4 Vain is the strength of beasts or men\nTo hope for safety thence;\nBut holy souls from God obtain\nA strong and sure defence.\n\n5 God is their fear, and God their trust,\nWhen plagues or famine spread,\nHis watchful eye secures the just\nAmongst ten thousand dead.\n\n6 Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice,\nAnd bless us from thy throne;\nFor we have made thy word our choice,\nAnd trust thy grace alone.\n\n\nPsalm 33:3. First Part. As the 113th Psalm.\nWorks of creation and providence.\n\n1 Ye holy souls, in God rejoice,\nYour Maker's praise becomes your voice;\nGreat is your theme, your songs be new:\nSing of his name, his word, his ways,\nHis works of nature and of grace,\nHow wise and holy, just and true.\n\n2 Justice and truth he ever loves,\nAnd the whole earth his goodness proves,\nHis word the heavenly arches spread;\nHow wide they shine from north to south!\nAnd by the Spirit of his mouth\nWere all the starry armies made.\n\n3 He gathers the wide-flowing seas,\nThose watery treasures know their place,\nIn the vast storehouse of the deep:\nHe spake, and gave all nature birth;\nAnd fires, and seas, and heaven, and earth,\nHis everlasting orders keep.\n\n4 Let mortals tremble and adore\nA God of such resistless power,\nNor dare indulge their feeble rage:\nVain are your thoughts, and weak your hands;\nBut his eternal counsel stands,\nAnd rules the world from age to age.\n\n\nPsalm 33:4. Second Part. As the 113th Psalm.\nCreatures vain, and God all-sufficient.\n\n1 O Happy nation, where the Lord\nReveals the treasure of his word,\nAnd builds his church his earthly throne!\nHis eye the heathen world surveys,\nHe form'd their hearts, he knows their ways;\nBut God their Maker is unknown.\n\n2 Let kings rely upon their host,\nAnd of his strength the champion boast;\nIn vain they boast, in vain rely;\nIn vain we trust the brutal force,\nOr speed, or courage of an horse,\nTo guard his rider, or to fly.\n\n3 The eye of thy compassion, Lord,\nDoth more secure defence afford\nWhen death or dangers threatening stand;\nThy watchful eye preserves the just,\nWho make thy name their fear and trust,\nWhen wars or famine waste the land.\n\n4 In sickness or the bloody field,\nThou our physician, thou our shield,\nSend us salvation from thy throne;\nWe wait to see thy goodness shine;\nLet us rejoice in help divine,\nFor all our hope is God alone.\n\n\nPsalm 34:1. First Part. L. M.\nGod's care of the saints; or, Deliverance by prayer.\n\n1 Lord, I will bless thee all my days,\nThy praise shall dwell upon my tongue;\nMy soul shall glory in thy grace,\nWhile saints rejoice to hear the song.\n\n2 Come, magnify the Lord with me,\nCome, let us all exalt his name;\nI sought th' eternal God, and he\nHas not expos'd my hope to shame.\n\n3 I told him all my secret grief,\nMy secret groaning reach'd his ears;\nHe gave my inward pains relief,\nAnd calm'd the tumult of my fears.\n\n4 To him the poor lift up their eyes,\nTheir faces feel the heavenly shine;\nA beam of mercy from the skies\nFills them with light and joy divine.\n\n6 His holy angels pitch their tents\nAround the men that serve the Lord;\nO fear and love him, all his saints,\nTaste of his grace and trust his word.\n\n6 The wild young lions, pinch'd with pain\nAnd hunger, roar thro' all the wood;\nBut none shall seek the Lord in vain,\nNor want supplies of real good.\n\n\nPsalm 34:2. 11-22. Second Part. L. M.\nReligious education; or, Instructions of piety.\n\n1 Children in years and knowledge young,\nYour parents' hope, your parents' joy,\nAttend the counsels of my tongue,\nLet pious thoughts your minds employ.\n\n2 If you desire a length of days,\nAnd peace to crown your mortal state,\nRestrain your feet from impious ways,\nYour lips from slander and deceit.\n\n3 The eyes of God regard his saints,\nHis ears are open to their cries;\nHe sets his frowning face against\nThe sons of violence and lies.\n\n4 To humble souls and broken hearts\nGod with his grace is ever nigh;\nPardon and hope his love imparts\nWhen men in deep contrition lie.\n\n5 He tell their tears, he counts their groans,\nHis Son redeems their souls from death;\nHis Spirit heals their broken bones,\nThey in his praise employ their breath.\n\n\nPsalm 34:3. 1-10. First Part. C. M.\nPrayer and Praise for eminent deliverance.\n\n1 I'll bless the Lord from day to day;\nHow good are all his ways!\nYe humble souls that use to pray,\nCome, help my lips to praise.\n\n2 Sing to the honour of his name,\nHow a poor sufferer cry'd,\nNor was his hope expos'd to shame,\nNor was his suit deny'd.\n\n3 When threatening sorrows round me stood,\nAnd endless fears arose,\nLike the loud billows of a flood,\nRedoubling all my woes;\n\n4 I told the Lord my sore distress\nWith heavy groans and tears,\nHe gave my sharpest torments ease,\nAnd silenc'd all my fears.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 [O sinners, come and taste his love,\nCome, learn his pleasant ways,\nAnd let your own experience prove\nThe sweetness of his grace.\n\n6 He bids his angels pitch their tents\nRound where his children dwell\nWhat ills their heavenly care prevents\nNo earthly tongue can tell.]\n\n7 [O love the Lord, ye saints of his;\nHis eye regards the just;\nHow richly blest their portion is\nWho make the Lord their trust!\n\n8 Young lions pinch'd with hunger roar,\nAnd famish in the wood;\nBut God supplies his holy poor\nWith every needful good.]\n\n\nPsalm 34:4. 11-22. Second Part. C. M.\nExhortations to peace and Holiness.\n\n1 Come, children, learn to fear the Lord;\nAnd that your days be long,\nLet not a false or spiteful word\nBe found upon your tongue.\n\n2 Depart from mischief, practise love,\nPursue the works of peace;\nSo shall the Lord your ways approve,\nAnd set your souls at ease.\n\n3 His eyes awake to guard the just,\nHis ears attend their cry;\nWhen broken spirits dwell in dust,\nThe God of grace is nigh.\n\n4 What tho' the sorrows here they taste\nAre sharp and tedious too,\nThe Lord, who saves them all at last,\nIs their supporter now.\n\n5 Evil shall smite the wicked dead;\nBut God secures his own,\nPrevents the mischief when they slide,\nOr heals the broken bone.\n\n6 When desolation like a flood,\nO'er the proud sinner rolls,\nSaints find a refuge in their God,\nFor he redeem'd their souls.\n\n\nPsalm 35:1. 1-9. First Part.\nPrayer and faith of persecuted saints;\nor, Imprecations mixed with charity.\n\n1 Now plead my cause, almighty God,\nWith all the Sons of strife;\nAnd fight against the men of blood,\nWho fight against my life.\n\n2 Draw out thy spear and stop their way,\nLift thine avenging rod;\nBut to my soul in mercy say,\n\"I am thy Saviour God.\"\n\n3 They plant their snares to catch my feet,\nAnd nets of mischief spread;\nPlunge the destroyers in the pit\nThat their own hands have made.\n\n4 Let fogs and darkness hide their way,\nAnd slippery be their ground;\nThy wrath shall make their lives a prey,\nAnd all their rage confound.\n\n5 They fly like chaff before the wind,\nBefore thine angry breath;\nThe angel of the Lord behind\nPursues them down to death.\n\n6 They love the road that leads to hell;\nThen let the rebels die\nWhose malice is implacable\nAgainst the Lord on high.\n\n7 But if thou hast a chosen few\nAmongst that impious race,\nDivide them from the bloody crew\nBy thy surprising grace.\n\n8 Then will I raise my tuneful voice\nTo make thy wonders known;\nIn their salvation I'll rejoice,\nAnd bless thee for my own.\n\n\nPsalm 35:2. 12-14. Second Part.\nLove to enemies; or, The love of\nChrist to sinners typified in David.\n\n1 Behold the love, the generous love\nThat holy David shows;\nHark, how his sounding bowels move\nTo his afflicted foes!\n\n2 When they are sick his soul complains,\nAnd seems to feel the smart;\nThe spirit of the gospel reigns,\nAnd melts his pious heart.\n\n3 How did his flowing tears condole\nAs for a brother dead!\nAnd fasting mortify'd his soul,\nWhile for their life he pray'd.\n\n4 They groan'd; and curs'd him on their bed,\nYet still he pleads and mourns;\nAnd double blessings on his head\nThe righteous God returns.\n\n5 O glorious type of heavenly grace!\nThus Christ the Lord appears;\nWhile sinners curse, the Saviour prays,\nAnd pities them with tears.\n\n6 He, the true David, Israel's king,\nBlest and belov'd of God,\nTo save us rebels dead in sin,\nPaid his own dearest blood.\n\n\nPsalm 36:1. 5-9. L. M.\nThe perfections and providence of God;\nor, General providence and special grace.\n\n1 High in the heavens, eternal God,\nThy goodness in full glory shines;\nThy truth shall break thro' every cloud\nThat veils and darkens thy designs.\n\n2 For ever firm thy justice stands,\nAs mountains their foundations keep;\nWise are the wonders of thy hands;\nThy judgments are a mighty deep.\n\n3 Thy providence is kind and large,\nBoth man and beast thy bounty share;\nThe whole creation is thy charge,\nBut saints are thy peculiar care.\n\n4 My God! how excellent thy grace,\nWhence all our hope and comfort springs!\nThe sons of Adam in distress\nFly to the shadow of thy wings.\n\n5 From the provisions of thy house\nWe shall be fed with sweet repast;\nThere mercy like a river flows,\nAnd brings salvation to our taste.\n\n6 Life, like a fountain rich and free\nSprings from the presence of the Lord;\nAnd in thy light our souls shall see\nThe glories promis'd in thy word.\n\n\nPsalm 36:2. 1 2 5 6 7 9 C. M.\nPractical atheism exposed; or,\nThe being and attributes of God asserted.\n\n1 While men grow bold in wicked ways!\nAnd yet a God they own,\nMy heart within me often says,\n\"Their thoughts believe there's none.\"\n\n2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare\n(Whate'er their lips profess)\nGod hath no wrath for them to fear,\nNor will they seek his grace.\n\n3 What strange self-flattery blinds their eyes!\nBut there's an hastening hour\nWhen they shall see with sore surprise\nThe terrors of thy power.\n\n4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne,\nTho' mountains melt away;\nThy judgments are a world unknown,\nA deep unfathom'd sea.\n\n5 Above the heavens' created rounds,\nThy mercies, Lord, extend;\nThy truth outlives the narrow bounds,\nWhere time and nature end.\n\n6 Safety to man thy goodness brings,\nNor overlooks the beast;\nBeneath the shadow of thy wings\nThy children choose to rest.\n\n7 [From thee, when creature-streams run low,\nAnd mortal comforts die,\nPerpetual springs of life shall flow,\nAnd raise our pleasures high.\n\n8 Tho' all created light decay,\nAnd death close up our eyes\nThy presence makes eternal day\nWhere clouds can never rise.]\n\n\nPsalm 36:3. 1-7. S. M.\nThe wickedness of man, and the majesty of God;\nor. Practical atheism exposed.\n\n1 When man grows bold in sin\nMy heart within me cries,\n\"He hath no faith of God within,\nNor fear before his eyes.\"\n\n2 [He walks awhile conceal'd\nIn a self-flattering dream,\nTill his dark crimes at once reveal'd\nExpose his hateful name.]\n\n3 His heart is false and foul,\nHis words are smooth and fair;\nWisdom is banish'd from his soul,\nAnd leaves no goodness there.\n\n4 He plots upon his bed\nNew mischiefs to fulfil;\nHe sets his heart, and hand, and head,\nTo practise all that's ill.\n\n5 But there's a dreadful God,\nTho' men renounce his fear;\nHis justice hid behind the cloud\nShall one great day appear.\n\n6 His truth transcends the sky;\nIn heaven his mercies dwell;\nDeep as the sea his judgments lie,\nHis anger burns to hell.\n\n7 How excellent his love,\nWhence all our safety springs!\nO never let my soul remove\nFrom underneath his wings.\n\n\nPsalm 37:1. 1-15. First Part.\nThe cure of envy, fretfulness, and unbelief;\nor, The rewards of the righteous, and the wicked;\nor, The world's hatred, and the saint's patience.\n\n1 Why should I vex my soul and fret\nTo see the wicked rise?\nOr envy sinners waxing great,\nBy violence and lies.\n\n2 As flowery grass cut down at noon,\nBefore the evening fades\nSo shall their glories vanish soon\nIn everlasting shades.\n\n3 Then let me make the Lord my trust,\nAnd practise all that's good;\nSo shall I dwell among the just,\nAnd he'll provide me food.\n\n4 I to my God my ways commit,\nAnd cheerful wait his will;\nThy hand, which guides my doubtful feet,\nShall my desires fulfil.\n\n3 Mine innocence shalt thou display,\nAnd make thy judgments known,\nFair as the light of dawning day,\nAnd glorious as the noon.\n\n6 The meek at last the earth possess,\nAnd are the heirs of heav'n;\nTrue riches with abundant peace,\nTo humble souls are given.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n7 Rest in the Lord and keep his way,\nNor let your anger rise,\nTho' providence should long delay\nTo punish haughty vice.\n\n8 Let sinners join to break your peace,\nAnd plot, and rage, and foam;\nThe Lord derides them, for he sees\nTheir day of vengeance come.\n\n9 They have drawn out the threatening sword,\nHave bent the murderous bow,\nTo slay the men that fear the Lord,\nAnd bring the righteous low.\n\n10 My God shall break their bows, and burn\nTheir persecuting darts,\nShall their own swords against them turn,\nAnd pain surprise their hearts.\n\n\nPsalm 37:2. 16 21 26-31. Second Part.\nCharity to the poor; or, Religion in words and deeds.\n\n1 Why do the wealthy wicked boast,\nAnd grow profanely bold?\nThe meanest portion of the just\nExcels the sinner's gold.\n\n2 The wicked borrows of his friends,\nBut ne'er designs to pay;\nThe saint is merciful and lends,\nNor turns the poor away.\n\n3 His alms with liberal heart he gives\nAmongst the sons of need;\nHis memory to long ages lives,\nAnd blessed is his seed.\n\n4 His lips abhor to talk profane,\nTo slander or defraud;\nHis ready tongue declares to men\nWhat he has learn'd of God.\n\n5 The law and gospel of the Lord\nDeep in his heart abide;\nLed by the Spirit and the word,\nHis feet shall never slide.\n\n6 When sinners fall, the righteous stand,\nPreserv'd from every snare;\nThey shall possess the promis'd land,\nAnd dwell for ever there.\n\n\nPsalm 37:3. 23-27. Third Part.\nThe way and end of the righteous and the wicked.\n\n1 My God, the steps of pious men\nAre order'd by thy will;\nTho' they should fall, they rise again,\nThy hand supports them still.\n\n2 The Lord delights to see their ways,\nTheir virtue he approves;\nHe'll ne'er deprive them of his grace,\nNor leave the men he loves.\n\n3 The heavenly heritage is theirs,\nTheir portion and their home;\nHe feeds them now, and makes them heirs\nOf blessings long to come.\n\n4 Wait on the Lord, ye sons of men,\nNor fear when tyrants frown;\nYe shall confess their pride was vain,\nWhen justice casts them down.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 The haughty sinner have I seen,\nNor fearing man nor God,\nLike a tall bay-tree fair and green,\nSpreading his arms abroad.\n\n6 And lo! he vanish'd from the ground,\nDestroy'd by hands unseen:\nNor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found\nWhere all that pride had been.\n\n7 But mark the man of righteousness,\nHis several steps attend;\nTrue pleasure runs thro' all his ways,\nAnd peaceful is his end.\n\n\nPsalm 38.\nGuilt of conscience and relief; or, Repentance,\nand prayer for pardon and health.\n\n1 Amidst thy wrath remember love,\nRestore thy servant, Lord;\nNor let a father's chastening prove\nLike an avenger's sword.\n\n2 Thine arrows stick within my heart,\nMy flesh is sorely prest;\nBetween the sorrow and the smart\nMy spirit finds no rest.\n\n3 My sins a heavy load appear,\nAnd o'er my head are gone;\nToo heavy they for me to bear,\nToo hard for me t' atone.\n\n4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea,\nMy head still bending down;\nAnd I go mourning all the day\nBeneath my Father's frown.\n\n5 Lord, I am weak, and broken sore,\nNone of my powers are whole;\nThe inward anguish makes me roar,\nThe anguish of my soul.\n\n6 All my desire to thee is known,\nThine eye counts every tear,\nAnd every sigh, and every groan\nIs notic'd by thine ear.\n\n7 Thou art my God, my only hope;\nMy God will hear my cry;\nMy God will bear my spirit up\nWhen Satan bids me die.\n\n8 [My foot is ever apt to slide,\nMy foes rejoice to see't;\nThey raise their pleasure and their pride\nWhen they supplant my feet.\n\n9 But I'll confess my guilt to thee,\nAnd grieve for all my sin,\nI'll mourn how weak my graces be,\nAnd beg support divine.\n\n10 My God, forgive my follies past,\nAnd be for ever nigh;\nO Lord of my salvation, haste,\nBefore thy servant die.]\n\n\nPsalm 39:1. 1 2 3. First Part.\nWatchfulness over the tongue;\nor, Prudence and zeal.\n\n1 Thus I resolv'd before the Lord,\n\"Now will I watch my tongue,\n\"Lest I let slip one sinful word,\n\"Or do my neighbour wrong.\"\n\n2 And if I'm e'er constrain'd to stay\nWith men of lives profane\nI'll set a double guard that day,\nNor let my talk be vain.\n\n3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak\nThe pious thoughts I feel,\nLest scoffers should th' occasion take\nTo mock my holy zeal.\n\n4 Yet if some proper hour appear,\nI'll not be overaw'd,\nBut let the scoffing sinners hear\nThat I can speak for God.\n\n\nPsalm 39:2. 4-7. Second Part.\nThe vanity of man as mortal.\n\n1 Teach me the measure of my days,\nThou maker of my frame;\nI would survey life's narrow space,\nAnd learn' how frail I am.\n\n2 A span is all that we can boast,\nAn inch or two of time;\nMan is but vanity and dust\nIn all his flower and prime.\n\n3 See the vain race of mortals move\nLike shadows o'er the plain;\nThey rage and strive, desire and love,\nBut all the noise is vain.\n\n4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show,\nSome dig for golden ore,\nThey toil for heirs, they know not who,\nAnd straight are seen no more.\n\n5 What should I wish or wait for then\nFrom creatures, earth and dust?\nThey make our expectations vain,\nAnd disappoint our trust.\n\n6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,\nMy fond desires recall;\nI give my mortal interest up,\nAnd make my God my all.\n\n\nPsalm 39:3. 9-13. Third Part.\nSick-bed devotion; or, Pleading without repining.\n\n1 God of my life, look gently down,\nBehold the pains I feel;\nBut I am dumb before thy throne,\nNor dare dispute thy will.\n\n2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord,\nThey come at thy command;\nI'll not attempt a murmuring word\nAgainst thy chastening hand.\n\n3 Yet I may plead with humble cries,\nRemove thy sharp rebukes;\nMy strength consumes, my spirit dies\nThro' thy repeated strokes.\n\n4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand,\nWe moulder to the dust;\nOur feeble powers can ne'er withstand,\nAnd all our beauty's lost.\n\n5 [This mortal life decays apace,\nHow soon the bubble's broke!\nAdam and all his numerous race\nAre vanity and smoke.]\n\n6 I'm but a sojourner below,\nAs all my fathers were,\nMay I be well prepar'd to go\nWhen I the summons hear.\n\n7 But if my life be spar'd awhile,\nBefore my last remove,\nThy praise shall be my business still,\nAnd I'll declare thy love.\n\n\nPsalm 40:1. 1 3 5 17. First Part. C. M.\nA song of deliverance from great distress.\n\n1 I waited patient for the Lord,\nHe bow'd to hear my cry;\nHe saw me resting on his word,\nAnd brought salvation nigh.\n\n2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit\nWhere mourning long I lay,\nAnd from my bonds releas'd my feet,\nDeep bonds of miry clay.\n\n3 Firm on a rock he made me stand,\nAnd taught my cheerful tongue\nTo praise the wonders of his hand,\nIn a new thankful song.\n\n4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad;\nThe saints with joy shall hear,\nAnd sinners learn to make my God\nTheir only hope and fear.\n\n5 How many are thy thoughts of love!\nThy mercies, Lord, how great!\nWe have not words nor hours enough\nTheir numbers to repeat.\n\n6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,\nAnd light and peace depart,\nMy God beholds my heavy woe,\nAnd bears me on his heart.\n\n\nPsalm 40:2. 6-9. Second Part. C. M.\nThe incarnation and sacrifice of Christ.\n\n1 Thus saith the Lord,\n\"Your work is vain,\n\"Give your burnt offerings o'er,\n\"In dying goats and bullocks slain\n\"My soul delights no more.\"\n\n2 Then spake the Saviour, \"Lo, I'm here,\n\"My God, to do thy will;\n\"'Whate'er thy sacred books declare,\n\"Thy servant shall fulfil.\n\n3 \"Thy law is ever in my sight,\n\"I keep it near my heart;\n\"Mine ears are open'd with delight\n\"To what thy lips impart.\"\n\n4 And see the bless'd Redeemer comes,\nTh' eternal Son appears,\nAnd at th' appointed time assumes\nThe body God prepares.\n\n5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace,\nAnd much his truth he shew'd,\nAnd preach'd the way of righteousness,\nWhere great assemblies stood.\n\n6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart,\nHe pity'd sinners' cries,\nAnd, to fulfil a Saviour's part,\nWas made a sacrifice,\n\nPAUSE.\n\n7 No blood of beasts on altars shed\nCould wash the conscience clean,\nBut the rich sacrifice he paid\nAtones for all our sin.\n\n8 Then was the great salvation spread,\nAnd Satan's kingdom shook;\nThus by the woman's promis'd seed\nThe serpent's head was broke.\n\n\nPsalm 40:3. 5-10. L. M.\nChrist our sacrifice.\n\n1 The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought,\nExceed our praise, surmount our thought;\nShould I attempt the long detail,\nMy speech would faint, my numbers fail.\n\n2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt,\nCan cleanse the souls of men from guilt,\nBut thou hast set before our eyes\nAn all-sufficient sacrifice.\n\n3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears,\nTo thy designs he bows his ears,\nAssumes a body, well prepar'd,\nAnd well performs a work so hard.\n\n4 \"Behold, I come,\" (the Saviour cries,\nWith love and duty in his eyes)\n\"I come to bear the heavy load\n\"Of sins, and do thy will, my God.\n\n5 \"'Tis written in thy great decree,\n\"'Tis in thy book foretold of me,\n\"I must fulfil the Saviour's part,\n\"And, lo! thy law is in my heart!\n\n6 \"I'll magnify thy holy law,\n\"And rebels to obedience draw,\n\"'When on my cross I'm lifted high,\n\"Or to my crown above the sky.\n\n7 \"The Spirit shall descend, and show\n\"What thou hast done, and what I do;\n\"The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace,\n\"Thy wisdom and thy righteousness.\"\n\n\nPsalm 41. 1 2 3.\nCharity to the poor; or, Pity to the afflicted.\n\n1 Blest is the man whose bowels move,\nAnd melt with pity to the poor,\nWhose soul, by sympathising love,\nFeels what his fellow-saints endure.\n\n2 His heart contrives for their relief\nMore good than his own hands can do;\nHe, in the time of general grief,\nShall find the Lord has bowels too.\n\n3 His soul shall live secure on earth,\nWith secret blessings on his head,\nWhen drought, and pestilence, and dearth\nAround him multiply their dead.\n\n4 Or if he languish on his couch,\nGod will pronounce his sins forgiv'n,\nWill save him with a healing touch,\nOr take his willing soul to heaven.\n\n\nPsalm 42:1. 1-5. First Part.\nDesertion and hope; or, Complaint\nof absence from public worship.\n\n1 With earnest longings of the mind,\nMy God, to thee I look;\nSo pants the hunted hart to find\nAnd taste the cooling brook.\n\n2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,\nAnd meet my God again?\nSo long an absence from thy face\nMy heart endures with pain.\n\n3 Temptations vex my weary soul,\nAnd tears are my repast;\nThe foe insults without control,\n\"And where's your God at last?\"\n\n4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now\nI think on ancient days;\nThen to thy house did numbers go,\nAnd all our work was praise.\n\n5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far\nBeneath this heavy load?\nWhy do my thoughts indulge despair,\nAnd sin against my God?\n\n6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand\nCan all thy woes remove;\nFor I shall yet before him stand,\nAnd sing restoring love.\n\n\nPsalm 42:2. 6-11. Second Part.\nMelancholy thoughts reproved;\nor, Hope in afflictions.\n\n1 My spirit sinks within me, Lord,\nBut I will call thy name to mind,\nAnd times of past distress record,\nWhen I have found my God was kind.\n\n2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise,\nSwell like a sea, and round me spread;\nThy water-spouts drown all my joys,\nAnd rising waves roll o'er my head.\n\n3 Yet will the Lord command his love,\nWhen I address his throne by day,\nNor in the night his grace remove;\nThe night shall hear me sing and pray.\n\n4 I'll cast myself before his feet,\nAnd say \"My God, my heavenly Rock,\n\"Why doth thy love so long forget\n\"The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?\"\n\n5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low,\nWhy should my soul indulge her grief?\nHope in the Lord, and praise him too,\nHe is my rest, my sure relief.\n\n6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still,\nThy word shall my best thoughts employ,\nAnd lead me to thine heavenly hill,\nMy God, my most exceeding Joy.\n\n\nPsalm 44. 1 2 3 8 15-26.\nThe church's complaint in persecution.\n\n1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old,\nThy works of power and grace,\nWhen to our ears our fathers told\nThe wonders of their days:\n\n2 How thou didst build thy churches here,\nAnd make thy gospel known;\nAmongst them did thine arm appear,\nThy light and glory shone.\n\n3 In God they boasted all the day,\nAnd in a cheerful throng\nDid thousands meet to praise and pray,\nAnd grace was all their song.\n\n4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame,\nConfusion fills our face,\nTo hear the enemy blaspheme,\nAnd fools reproach thy grace.\n\n5 Yet have we not forgot our God,\nNor falsely dealt with heaven,\nNor have our steps declin'd the road\nOf duty thou hast given.\n\n6 Tho' dragons all around us roar\nWith their destructive breath,\nAnd thine own hand has bruis'd us sore\nHard by the gates of death.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n7 We are expos'd all day to die\nAs martyrs for thy cause,\nAs sheep for slaughter bound we lie\nBy sharp and bloody laws.\n\n8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord,\nWhy sleeps thy wonted grace?\nWhy should we look like men abhorr'd,\nOr banish'd from thy face?\n\n9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off\nAnd still neglect our cries?\nFor ever hide thine heavenly love\nFrom our afflicted eyes?\n\n10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd,\nAnd dies upon the ground;\nRise for our help, rebuke the proud,\nAnd all their powers confound.\n\n11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,\nOur Saviour and our God;\nWe plead the honours of thy Name,\nThe merits of thy blood.\n\n\nPsalm 45:1. S. M.\nThe glory of Christ; the success of\nthe gospel; and the Gentile church.\n\n1 My Saviour and my King,\nThy beauties are divine;\nThy lips with blessings overflow,\nAnd every grace is thine.\n\n2 Now make thy glory known,\nGird on thy dreadful sword,\nAnd ride in majesty to spread\nThe conquests of thy word.\n\nStrike thro' thy stubborn foes,\nOr melt their hearts t'obey,\nWhile justice, meekness, grace, and truth,\nAttend thy glorious way.\n\n4 Thy laws, O God, are right;\nThy throne shall ever end;\nAnd thy victorious gospel proves\nA sceptre in thy hand.\n\n5 [Thy Father and thy God\nHath without measure shed\nHis Spirit, like a joyful oil,\nT'anoint thy sacred head.]\n\n6 [Behold, at thy right hand\nThe Gentile church is seen,\nLike a fair bride in rich attire,\nAnd princes guard the queen.]\n\n7 Fair bride, receive his love,\nForget thy father's house;\nForsake thy gods, thy idol gods,\nAnd pay thy Lord thy vows.\n\n8 O let thy God and King\nThy sweetest thoughts employ;\nThy children shall his honours sing\nIn palaces of joy.\n\n\nPsalm 45:2. C. M.\nThe personal glories and government of Christ.\n\n1 I'll speak the honours of my King,\nHis form divinely fair;\nNone of the sons of mortal race\nMay with the Lord compare.\n\n2 Sweet is thy speech and heavenly grace\nUpon thy lips is shed;\nThy God, with blessings infinite,\nHath crown'd thy sacred head.\n\n3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince,\nRide with majestic sway;\nThy terrors shall strike thro' thy foes,\nAnd make the world obey.\n\n4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;\nThy word of grace shall prove\nA peaceful sceptre in thy hands,\nTo rule the saints by love.\n\n5 Justice and truth attend thee still\nBut mercy is thy choice;\nAnd God, thy God, thy soul shall fill\nWith most peculiar joys.\n\n\nPsalm 45:3. First Part. L. M.\nThe glory of Christ, and power of his gospel.\n\n1 Now be my heart inspir'd to sing\nThe glories of my Saviour-king,\nJesus the Lord; how heavenly fair\nHis form! how 'bright his beauties are!\n\n2 O'er all the sons of human race\nHe shines with a superior grace,\nLove from his lips divinely flows,\nAnd blessings all his state compose.\n\n3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord,\nGird on the terror of thy sword,\nIn majesty and glory ride\nWith truth and meekness at thy side.\n\n 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart,\nShall pierce the foes of stubborn heart;\nOr words of mercy kind and sweet\nShall melt the rebels at thy feet.\n\n5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,\nGrace is the sceptre in thy hands;\nThy laws and works are just and right,\nJustice and grace are thy delight.\n\n6 God, thine own God, has richly shed\nHis oil of gladness on thy head,\nAnd with his sacred Spirit blest\nHis first-born Son above the rest.\n\n\nPsalm 45:4. Second Part. L. M.\nChrist and his church; or, The mystical marriage.\n\n1 The king of saints, how fair his face,\nAdorn'd with majesty and grace!\nHe comes with blessings from above,\nAnd wins the nations to his love.\n\n2 At his right hand our eyes behold\nThe queen array'd in purest gold;\nThe world admires her heavenly dress,\nHer robe of joy and righteousness.\n\n3 He forms her beauties like his own;\nHe calls and seats her near his throne:\nFair stranger, let thine heart forget\nThe idols of thy native state.\n\n4 So shall the King the more rejoice\nIn thee, the favourite of his choice;\nLet him be lov'd and yet ador'd,\nFor he's thy Maker and thy Lord.\n\n5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise\nTo his fair palace in the skies,\nAnd all thy Sons (a numerous train)\nEach like a prince in glory reign!\n\n6 Let endless honours crown his head;\nLet every age his praises spread;\nWhile we with cheerful songs approve\nThe condescensions of his love.\n\n\nPsalm 46:1. First Part.\nThe church's safety and triumph\namong national desolations.\n\n1 God is the refuge of his saints,\nWhen storms of sharp distress invade;\nEre we can offer our complaints\nBehold him present with his aid.\n\n2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd\nDown to the deep, and buried there;\nConvulsions shake the solid world,\nOur faith shall never yield to fear.\n\n3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar,\nIn sacred peace our souls abide,\nWhile every nation, every shore,\nTrembles, and dreads the swelling tide.\n\n4 There is a stream whose gentle flow\nSupplies the city of our God;\nLife, love, and joy still gliding thro',\nAnd watering our divine abode.\n\n5 That sacred stream, thine holy word,\nThat all our raging fear controls:\nSweet peace thy promises afford,\nAnd give new strength to fainting souls.\n\n6 Sion enjoys her monarch's love,\nSecure against a threatening hour;\nNor can her firm foundations move,\nBuilt on his truth, and arm'd with pow'r.\n\n\nPsalm 46:2. Second Part.\nGod fights for his church.\n\n1 Let Sion in her King rejoice,\nTho' tyrants rage and kingdoms rise;\nHe utters his almighty voice,\nThe nations melt, the tumult dies.\n\n2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought,\nAnd Jacob's God is still our aid;\nBehold the works his hand has wrought,\nWhat desolations he has made!\n\n3 From sea to sea, thro' all the shores,\nHe makes the noise of battle cease;\nWhen from on high his thunder roars,\nHe awes the trembling world to peace.\n\n4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear,\nChariots he burns with heavenly flame;\nKeep silence all the earth, and hear\nThe sound and glory of his Name.\n\n5 \"Be still, and learn that I am God,\n\"I'll be exalted o'er the lands,\n\"I will be known and fear'd abroad,\n\"But still my throne in Sion stands.\"\n\n6 O Lord of hosts, almighty King,\nWhile we so near thy presence dwell,\nOur faith shall sit secure, and sing\nDefiance to the gates of hell.\n\n\nPsalm 47.\nChrist ascending and reigning.\n\n1 O for a shout of sacred joy\nTo God the sovereign King!\nLet every land their tongues employ,\nAnd hymns of triumph sing.\n\n2 Jesus our God ascends on high,\nHis heavenly guards around\nAttend him rising thro' the sky,\nWith trumpet's joyful sound.\n\n3 While angels shout and praise their King,\nLet mortals learn their strains;\nLet all the earth his honour sing;\nO'er all the earth he reigns.\n\n4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,\nLet knowledge lead the song,\nNor mock him with a solemn sound\nUpon a thoughtless tongue.\n\n5 In Israel stood his ancient throne,\nHe lov'd that chosen race;\nBut now he calls the world his own,\nAnd heathens taste his grace.\n\n6 The British islands are the Lord's,\nThere Abraham's God is known,\nWhile powers and princes, shields and swords,\nSubmit before his throne.\n\n\nPsalm 48:1. 1-8. First Part.\nThe church is the honour and safety of a nation.\n\n1 [Great is the Lord our God,\nAnd let his praise be great;\nHe makes his churches his abode,\nHis most delightful seat.\n\n2 These temples of his grace,\nHow beautiful they stand!\nThe honours of our native place,\nAnd bulwarks of our land.]\n\n3 In Sion God is known\nA refuge in distress;\nHow bright has his salvation shone\nThro' all her palaces!\n\n4 When kings against her join'd,\nAnd saw the Lord was there,\nIn wild confusion of the mind\nThey fled with hasty tear.\n\n5 When navies tall and proud\nAttempt to spoil our peace,\nHe sends his tempests roaring loud,\nAnd sinks them in the seas.\n\n6 Oft have our fathers told,\nOur eyes have often seen,\nHow well our God secures the fold\nWhere his own sheep have been.\n\n7 In every new distress\nWe'll to his house repair.\nWe'll think upon his wondrous grace,\nAnd seek deliverance there.\n\n\nPsalm 48:2. 10-14. Second Part.\nThe beauty of the church; or,\nGospel worship and order.\n\n1 Far as thy name is known\nThe world declares thy praise;\nThy saints, O Lord, before thy throne\nTheir songs of honour raise.\n\n2 With joy let Judah stand\nOn Sion's chosen hill,\nProclaim the wonders of thy hand,\nAnd counsels of thy will.\n\n3 Let strangers walk around\nThe city where we dwell,\nCompass and view thine holy ground,\nAnd mark the building well.\n\n4 The orders of thy house,\nThe worship of thy court,\nThe cheerful songs, the solemn vows;\nAnd make a fair report.\n\n5 How decent and how wise!\nHow glorious to behold!\nBeyond the pomp that charms the eyes,\nAnd rites adorn'd with gold.\n\n6 The God we worship now\nWill guide us till we die,\nWill be our God while here below,\nAnd ours above the sky.\n\n\nPsalm 49:1. 8-14. First Part. C. M.\nPride and death; or, The vanity of life and riches.\n\n1 Why doth the man of riches grow\nTo insolence and pride,\nTo see his wealth and honours flow\nWith every rising tide?\n\n2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,\nMade of the self-same clay,\nAnd boast as tho' his flesh was born\nOf better dust than they?]\n\n3 Not all his treasures can procure\nHis soul a short reprieve,\nRedeem from death one guilty hour,\nOr make his brother live.\n\n4 [Life is a blessing can't be sold,\nThe ransom is too high;\nJustice will ne'er be brib'd with gold\nThat man may never die.]\n\n5 He sees the brutish and the wise,\nThe timorous and the brave,\nQuit their possessions, close their eyes,\nAnd hasten to the grave.\n\n6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,--\n\"My house shall ever stand;\n\"And that my name may long abide,\n\"I'll give it to my land.\"\n\n7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,\nHow soon his memory dies!\nHis name is written in the dust\nWhere his own carcase lies.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n8 This is the folly of their way;\nAnd yet their sons, as vain,\nApprove the words their fathers say,\nAnd act their works again.\n\n9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,\nIf honour raise them high.\nLive like the beast, a thoughtless race,\nAnd like the beast they die.\n\n10 Laid in the grave like silly sheep,\nDeath feeds upon them there,\nTill the last trumpet break their sleep\nIn terror and despair.\n\n\nPsalm 49:2. 14 15. Second Part. C. M.\nDeath and the resurrection.\n\n1 Ye sons of pride, that hate the just,\nAnd trample on the poor,\nWhen death has brought you down to dust,\nYour pomp shall rise no more,\n\n2 The last great day shall change the scene;\nWhen will that hour appear?\nWhen shall the just revive, and reign\nO'er all that scorn'd them here?\n\n3 God will my naked soul receive,\nWhen sep'rate from the flesh;\nAnd break the prison of the grave\nTo raise my bones afresh.\n\n4 Heaven is my everlasting home,\nTh' inheritance is sure;\nLet men of pride their rage resume,\nBut I'll repine no more.\n\n\nPsalm 49:3. L. M.\nThe rich sinner's death, and the saint's resurrection.\n\n1 Why do the proud insult the poor,\nAnd boast the large estates they have?\nHow vain are riches to secure\nTheir haughty owners from the grave!\n\n2 They can't redeem one hour from death,\nWith all the wealth in which they trust;\nNor give a dying brother breath,\nWhen God commands him down to dust.\n\n3 There the dark earth and dismal shade\nShall clasp their naked bodies round;\nThat flesh, so delicately fed,\nLies cold, and moulders in the ground.\n\n4 Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies,\nLaid in the grave for worms to eat;\nThe saints shall in the morning rise,\nAnd find th' oppressor at their feet.\n\n5 His honours perish in the dust,\nAnd pomp and beauty, birth and blood:\nThat glorious day exalts the just\nTo full dominion o'er the proud.\n\n6 My Saviour shall my life restore,\nAnd raise me from my dark abode;\nMy flesh and soul shall part no more,\nBut dwell for ever near my God.\n\n\nPsalm 50:1. 1-6. First Part. C. M.\nThe last judgment; or, The saints rewarded.\n\n1 The Lord, the Judge, before his throne,\nBids the whole earth draw nigh,\nThe nations near the rising sun,\nAnd near the western sky.\n\n2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,\n\"Judgment will ne'er begin,\"\nNo more abuse his long delay\nTo impudence and sin.\n\n3 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come,\nBright flames prepare his way,\nThunder and darkness, fire and storm,\nLead on the dreadful day.\n\n4 Heaven from above his call shall hear,\nAttending angels come,\nAnd earth and hell shall know and fear\nHis justice and their doom.\n\n5 \"But gather all my saints,\" he cries,\n\"That made their peace with God,\n\"By the Redeemer's sacrifice,\n\"And seal'd it with his blood.\n\n6 \"Their faith and works brought forth to light\n\"Shall make the world confess\n\"My sentence of reward is right,\n\"And heaven adore my grace.\"\n\n\nPsalm 50:2. 8 10 11 14 15 23.\nSecond Part. C. M.\nObedience is better than sacrifice.\n\n1 Thus saith the Lord, \"the spacious fields\n\"And flocks and herds are mine\n\"O'er all the cattle of the hills\n\"I claim a right divine.\n\n2 \"I ask no sheep for sacrifice,\n\"Nor bullocks burnt with fire;\n\"To hope and love, to pray and praise,\n\"Is all that I require.\n\n3 \"Call upon me when trouble's near,\n\"My hand shall set thee free;\n\"Then shall thy thankful lips declare\n\"The honour due to me.\n\n4 \"The man that offers humble praise,\n\"He glorifies me best;\n\"And those that tread my holy ways\n\"Shall my salvation taste.\"\n\n\nPsalm 50:3. 1 5 8 16 21 22. 3d Part. C. M.\nThe judgement of hypocrites.\n\n1 When Christ to judgment shall descend\nAnd saints surround their Lord,\nHe calls the nations to attend,\nAnd hear his awful word.\n\n2 \"Not for the want of bullocks slain\n\"Will I the world reprove;\n\"Altars and rites and forms are vain,\n\"Without the fire of love.\n\n3 \"And what have hypocrites to do\n\"To bring their sacrifice?\n\"They call my statutes just and true,\n\"But deal in theft and lies.\n\n4 \"Could you expect to 'scape my sight,\n\"And sin without control?\n\"But I shall bring your crimes to light,\n\"With anguish in your soul.\"\n\n5 Consider, ye that slight the Lord,\nBefore his wrath appear;\nIf once you fall beneath his sword,\nThere's no deliverer there.\n\n\nPsalm 50:4. L. M.\nHypocrisy exposed.\n\n1 The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns,\nLet hypocrites attend and fear,\nWho place their hope in rites and forms,\nBut make not faith nor love their care.\n\n2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name\nWith lips of falsehood and deceit;\nA friend or brother they defame,\nAnd soothe and flatter those they hate.\n\n3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong;\nYet dare to seek their Maker's face;\nThey take his covenant on their tongue,\nBut break his laws, abuse his grace.\n\n4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean,\nDefil'd with lust, defil'd with blood;\nBy night they practise every sin,\nBy day their mouths draw near to God.\n\n5 And while his judgments long delay,\nThey grow secure and sin the more;\nThey think he sleeps as well as they,\nAnd put far off the dreadful hour.\n\n6 O dreadful hour! when God draws near,\nAnd sets their crimes before their eyes!\nHis wrath their guilty souls shall tear,\nAnd no deliverer dare to rise.\n\n\nPsalm 50:5. To a new Tune.\nThe last judgment.\n\n1 The Lord the Sovereign sends his summons forth,\nCalls the south nations, and awakes the north;\nFrom east to west the sounding orders spread\nThro' distant worlds and regions of the dead:\nNo more shall atheists mock his long delay;\nHis vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day!\n\n2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh;\nTempest and fire attend him down the sky:\nHeaven, earth and hell draw near; let all things come\nTo hear his justice and the sinners doom:\nBut gather first my saints (the Judge commands)\nBring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.\n\n3 Behold! my covenant stands for ever good,\nSeal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood,\nAnd sign'd with all their names; the Greek, the Jew,\nThat paid the ancient worship or the new.\nThere's no distinction here: come spread their thrones,\nAnd near me seat my favorites and my sons.\n\n4 I their almighty Saviour and their God,\nI am their Judge: ye heavens, proclaim abroad\nMy just eternal sentence, and declare\nThose awful truths that sinners dread to hear:\nSinners in Zion, tremble and retire;\nI doom the painted hypocrite to fire.\n\n5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain\nDo I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain\nWithout the flames of love: in vain the store\nOf brutal offerings that were mine before;\nMine are the tamer beasts and savage breed,\nFlocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed.\n\n6 If I were hungry would I ask thee food?\nWhen did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks blood?\nCan I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,\nThy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows?\nAre my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold,\nGlaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?\n\n7 Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please\nA God, a spirit, with such toys as these?\nWhile with my grace and statutes on thy tongue,\nThou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong;\nIn vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,\nThieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends.\n\n8 Silent I waited with lone-suffering love,\nBut didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove?\nAnd cherish such an impious thought within,\nThat God the righteous would indulge thy sin?\nBehold my terrors now: my thunders roll,\nAnd thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.\n\n9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise;\nAwake, before this dreadful morning rise;\nChange your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend,\nFly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend;\nLest like a lion his last vengeance tear\nYour trembling souls, and no deliverer near.\n\n\nPsalm 50:6. To the old proper Tune.\nThe last judgment.\n\n1 The God of glory sends his summons forth,\nCalls the south nations, and awakes the north;\nFrom east to west the sov'reign orders spread,\nThro' distant worlds, and regions of the dead:\nThe trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices;\nLift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.\n\n2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay;\nHis vengeance sleeps no more; behold the day;\nBehold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh;\nTempests and fire attend him down the sky.\nWhen God appears, all nature shall adore him;\nWhile sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him,\n\n3 \"Heaven, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come\n\"To hear my justice and the sinner's doom;\n\"But gather first my saints,\" the Judge commands,\n\"Bring them, ye angels from their distant lands:\"\nWhen Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion,\nAnd shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation.\n\n4 \"Behold my covenant stands for ever good,\n\"Seal'd by th' eternal sacrifice in blood,\n\"And sign'd with all their names, the Greek, the Jew,\n\"That paid the ancient worship or the new.\"\nThere's no distinction here: join all your voices,\nAnd raise your heads, ye saints, for heaven rejoices.\n\n5 \"Here (saith the Lord) ye angels, spread their thrones:\n\"And near me seat my favorites and my sons:\n\"Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepar'd\n\"Ere time began! 'tis your divine reward:\"\nWhen Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion,\nAnd shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation.\n\nPAUSE THE FIRST.\n\n6 \"I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God,\n\"I am the Judge: ye heavens, proclaim abroad\n\"My just eternal sentence, and declare\n\"Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear,\"\nWhen God appears all nature shall adore him;\nWhile sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.\n\n7 \"Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer and profane,\n\"Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatenings vain,\n\"Thou hypocrite, once drest in saint's attire,\n\"I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.\"\nJudgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices;\nLift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.\n\n8 \"Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain\n\"Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain\n\"Without the flames of love; in vain the store\n\"Of brutal offerings that were mine before:\"\nEarth is the Lord's; all nature shall adore him;\nWhile sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.\n\n9 \"If I were hungry, would I ask thee food?\n\"When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks blood?\n\"Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed,\n\"Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed:\"\nAll is the Lord's; he rules the wide creation:\nGives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation.\n\n10 \"Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,\n\"Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows?\n\"Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold,\n\"Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?\"\nGod is the judge of hearts; no fair disguises\nCan screen the guilty when his vengeance rises.\n\nPAUSE THE SECOND.\n\n11 \"Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please\n\"A God, a spirit with such toys as these!\n\"While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue,\n\"Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong!\"\nJudgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices:\nLift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.\n\n12 \"In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,\n\"Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends;\n\"While the false flatterer at my altar waits,\n\"His harden'd soul divine instruction hates.\"\nGod is the judge of hearts; no fair disguises\nCan screen the guilty when his vengeance rises.\n\n13 \"Silent I waited with long suffering love;\n\"But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove?\n\"And cherish such an impious thought within,\n\"That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?\"\nSee, God appears; all nature joins t' adore him;\nJudgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him.\n\n14 \"Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll,\n\"And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul;\n\"Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear\n\"Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near:\"\nJudgment concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices;\nLift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices..\n\nEPIPHONEMA.\n\n15 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise;\nAwake before this dreadful morning rise:\nChange your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend,\nFly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend:\nThen join the saints: wake every cheerful passion;\nWhen Christ returns, he comes for your salvation.\n\n\nPsalm 51:1. First Part. L. M.\nA penitent pleading for pardon.\n\n1 Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,\nLet a repenting rebel live:\nAre not thy mercies large and free?\nMay not a sinner trust in thee?\n\n2 My crimes are great, but not surpass\nThe power and glory of thy grace;\nGreat God, thy nature hath no bound,\nSo let thy pardoning love be found.\n\n3 O wash my Soul from every sin,\nAnd make my guilty conscience clean;\nHere on my heart the burden lies,\nAnd past offences pain my eyes.\n\n4 My lips with shame my sins confess\nAgainst thy law, against thy grace:\nLord, should thy judgment grow severe,\nI am condemn'd, but thou art clear.\n\n5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,\nI must pronounce thee just in death;\nAnd if my soul were sent to hell,\nThy righteous law approves it well.\n\n6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,\nWhose hope, still hovering round thy word,\nWould light on some sweet promise there,\nSome sure support against despair.\n\n\nPsalms 51:2. Second Part. L. M.\nOriginal and actual sin confessed.\n\n1 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin;\nAnd born unholy and unclean;\nSprung from the man whose guilty fall\nCorrupts the race, and taints us all.\n\n2 Soon as we draw our infant-breath,\nThe seeds of sin grow up for death;\nThy law demands a perfect heart,\nBut we're defil'd in every part.\n\n3 [Great God, create my heart anew,\nAnd form my spirit pure and true:\nO make me wise betimes to spy\nMy danger, and my remedy.]\n\n4 Behold I fall before thy face;\nMy only refuge is thy grace:\nNo outward forms can make me clean;\nThe leprosy lies deep within.\n\n5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,\nNor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,\nNor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,\nCan wash the dismal stain away.\n\n6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone\nHath power sufficient to atone;\nThy blood can make me white as snow;\nNo Jewish types could cleanse me so.\n\n7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,\nNor flesh, nor soul hath rest or ease;\nLord, let me hear thy pardoning voice,\nAnd make my broken bones rejoice.\n\n\nPsalm 51:3. Third Part. L. M.\nThe backslider restored; or, Repentance\nand faith in the blood of Christ.\n\n1 O thou that hear'st when sinners cry,\nTho' all my crimes before thee lie,\nBehold them not with angry look,\nBut blot their memory from thy book.\n\n2 Create my nature pure within,\nAnd form my soul averse to sin;\nLet thy good Spirit ne'er depart,\nNor hide thy presence from my heart.\n\n3 I cannot live without thy light,\nCast out and banish'd from thy sight:\nThine holy joys, my God, restore,\nAnd guard me that I fall no more.\n\n4 Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,\nHis help and comfort still afford:\nAnd let a wretch come near thy throne\nTo plead the merits of thy Son.\n\n5 A broken heart, my God, my King,\nIs all the sacrifice I bring;\nThe God of grace will ne'er despise\nA broken heart for sacrifice.\n\n6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,\nAnd owns thy dreadful sentence just;\nLook down, O Lord, with pitying eye,\nAnd save the soul condemn'd to die.\n\n7 Then will I teach the world thy ways;\nSinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;\nI'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,\nAnd they shall praise a pardoning God.\n\n8 O may thy love inspire my tongue!\nSalvation shall be all my song;\nAnd all my powers shall join to bless\nThe Lord, my strength and righteousness.\n\n\nPsalm 51:4. 3-13. First Part. C. M.\nOriginal and actual sin confessed and pardoned.\n\n1 Lord, I would spread my sore distress\nAnd guilt before thine eyes;\nAgainst thy laws, against thy grace,\nHow high my crimes arise.\n\n2 Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell,\nAnd crush my flesh to dust,\nHeaven would approve thy vengeance well,\nAnd earth must own it just.\n\n3 I from the stock of Adam came,\nUnholy and unclean;\nAll my original is shame,\nAnd all my nature sin.\n\n4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew\nContagion with my breath;\nAnd, as my days advanc'd, I grew\nA juster prey for death.\n\n5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul\nWith thy forgiving love;\nO, make my broken spirit whole,\nAnd bid my pains remove.\n\n6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart,\nNor drive me from thy face;\nCreate anew my vicious heart,\nAnd fill it with thy grace.\n\n7 Then will I make thy mercy known\nBefore the sons of men;\nBacksliders shall address thy throne,\nAnd turn to God again.\n\n\nPsalm 51:5. 14-17. Second Part. C. M.\nRepentance and faith in the blood of Christ.\n\n1 O God of mercy! hear my call,\nMy loads of guilt remove;\nBreak down this separating wall\nThat bars me from thy love.\n\n2 Give me the presence of thy grace,\nThen my rejoicing tongue\nShall speak aloud thy righteousness,\nAnd make thy praise my song.\n\n3 No blood of goats, nor heifers slain,\nFor sin could e'er atone;\nThe death of Christ shall still remain\nSufficient and alone.\n\n4 A soul opprest with sin's desert,\nMy God will ne'er despise;\nA humble groan, a broken heart\nIs our best sacrifice.\n\n\nPsalm 53. 4-6.\nVictory and deliverance from persecution.\n\n1 Are all the foes of Sion fools,\nWho thus devour her saints?\nDo they not know her Saviour rules,\nAnd pities her complaints?\n\n2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise;\nFor God's revenging arm\nScatters the bones of them that rise\nTo do his children harm.\n\n3 In vain the sons of Satan boast\nOf armies in array:\nWhen God has first despis'd their host,\nThey fall an easy prey.\n\n4 O for a word from Sion's King\nHer captives to restore!\nJacob with all his tribes shall sing,\nAnd Judah weep no more.\n\n\nPsalm 55:1. 1-8 16-18 22. C. M.\nSupport for the afflicted and tempted soul.\n\n1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries,\nBehold my flowing tears,\nFor earth and hell my hurt devise,\nAnd triumph in my fears.\n\n2 Their rage is levell'd at my life,\nMy soul with guilt they load,\nAnd fill my thoughts with inward strife\nTo shake my hope in God.\n\n3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound,\nI groan with every breath;\nHorror and fear beset me round\nAmongst the shades of death,\n\n4 O were I like a feather'd dove,\nAnd innocence had wings,\nI'd fly, and make a long remove,\nFrom all these restless things.\n\n5 Let me to some wild desert go,\nAnd find a peaceful home,\nWhere storms of malice never blow,\nTemptations never come.\n\n6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all\nTo 'scape the rage of hell!\nThe mighty God on whom I call\nCan save me here as well.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n7 By morning light I'll seek his face,\nAt noon repeat my cry,\nThe night shall hear me ask his grace,\nNor will he long deny.\n\n8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,\nOr shield me when afraid;\nTen thousand angels must appear\nIf he command their aid.\n\n9 I cast my burdens on the Lord,\nThe Lord sustains them all;\nMy courage rests upon his word\nThat saints shall never fall.\n\n10 My highest hopes shall not be vain,\nMy lips shall spread his praise;\nWhile cruel and deceitful men\nScarce live out half their days.\n\n\nPsalm 55:2. 15-17 19 22. S. M.\nDangerous prosperity; or,\nDaily devotions encouraged.\n\n1 Let sinners take their course,\nAnd choose the road to death;\nBut in the worship of my God\nI'll spend my daily breath.\n\n2 My thoughts address his throne\nWhen morning brings the light;\nI seek his blessing every noon,\nAnd pay my vows at night.\n\n3 Thou wilt regard my cries,\nO my eternal God,\nWhile sinners perish in surprise\nBeneath thine angry rod.\n\n4 Because they dwell at ease,\nAnd no sad changes feel,\nThey neither fear nor trust thy Name,\nNor learn to do thy will.\n\n5 But I with all my cares\nWill call upon the Lord,\nI'll cast my burdens on his arm,\nAnd rest upon his word,\n\n6 His arm shall well sustain\nThe children of his love;\nThe ground on which their safety stands\nNo earthly power can move.\n\n\nPsalm 56.\nDeliverance from oppression and falsehood; or,\nGod's care of his people, in answer to faith and prayer.\n\n1 Thou, whose justice reigns on high,\nAnd makes th' oppressor cease,\nBehold how envious sinners try\nTo vex and break my peace!\n\n2 The Sons of violence and lies\nJoin to devour me, Lord;\nBut as my hourly dangers rise,\nMy refuge is thy word.\n\n3 In God most holy, just, and true,\nI have repos'd my trust;\nNor will I fear what flesh can do,\nThe offspring of the dust.\n\n4 They wrest my words to mischief still,\nCharge me with unknown faults;\nMischief doth all their councils fill,\nAnd malice all their thoughts.\n\n5 Shall they escape without thy frown?\nMust their devices stand?\nO cast the haughty sinner down,\nAnd let him know thy hand!\n\nPAUSE.\n\n6 God counts the sorrows of his saints,\nTheir groans affect his ears;\nThou hast a book for my complaints,\nA bottle for my tears.\n\n7 When to thy throne I raise my cry\nThe wicked fear and flee;\nSo swift is prayer to reach the sky,\nSo near is God to me.\n\n8 In thee, most holy, just, and true,\nI have repos'd my trust;\nNor will I fear what man can do,\nThe offspring of the dust.\n\n9 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord,\nThou shalt receive my praise;\nI'll sing, \"how faithful is thy word,\n\"How righteous all thy ways!\"\n\n10 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death;\nO set thy prisoner free,\nThat heart and hand, and life and breath\nMay be employ'd for thee.\n\n\nPsalm 57.\nPraise for protection, grace, and truth.\n\n1 My God, in whom are all the springs\nOf boundless love and grace unknown,\nHide me beneath thy spreading wings\nTill the dark cloud is overblown.\n\n2 Up to the heavens I send my cry,\nThe Lord will my desires perform;\nHe sends his angel from the sky,\nAnd saves me from the threatening storm.\n\n3 Be thou exalted, O my God,\nAbove the heavens where angels dwell:\nThy power on earth be known abroad,\nAnd land to land thy wonders tell.\n\n4 My heart is fix'd; my song shall raise\nImmortal honours to thy Name;\nAwake, my tongue, to sound his praise,\nMy tongue, the glory of my frame.\n\n5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,\nAnd reaches to the utmost sky;\nHis truth to endless years remains,\nWhen lower worlds dissolve and die.\n\n6 Be thou exalted, O my God,\nAbove the heavens where angels dwell;\nThy power on earth be known abroad,\nAnd land to land thy wonders tell.\n\n\nPsalm 58. As the 113th Psalm.\nWarning to magistrates.\n\n1 Judges, who rule the world by laws,\nWill ye despise the righteous cause,\nWhen th' injur'd poor before you stands?\nDare ye condemn the righteous poor,\nAnd let rich sinners 'scape secure,\nWhile gold and greatness bribe your hands?\n\n2 Have ye forgot, or never knew,\nThat God will judge the judges too?\nHigh in the heavens his justice reigns?\nYet you invade the rights of God,\nAnd send your bold decrees abroad,\nTo bind the conscience in your chains.\n\n3 A poison'd arrow is your tongue,\nThe arrow sharp, the poison strong,\nAnd death attends where'er it wounds:\nYou hear no counsels, cries or tears;\nSo the deaf adder stops her ears\nAgainst the power of charming sounds.\n\n4 Break out their teeth, eternal God,\nThose teeth of lions dy'd in blood;\nAnd crush the serpents in the dust:\nAs empty chaff when whirlwinds rise,\nBefore the sweeping tempest flies,\nSo let their hopes and names be lost.\n\n5 Th' Almighty thunders from the sky,\nTheir grandeur melts, their titles die,\nAs hills of snow dissolve and run,\nOr snails that perish in their slime,\nOr births that come before their time,\nVain births, that never see the sun.\n\n6 Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord\nSafety and joy to saints afford;\nAnd all that hear shall join and say,\n\"Sure there's a God that rules on high,\n\"A God that hears his children cry,\n\"And will their sufferings well repay.\"\n\n\nPsalm 60. 1-5 10-12.\nOn a day of humiliation for disappointments in war.\n\n1 Lord, hast thou cast the nation off?\nMust we for ever mourn?\nWilt thou indulge immortal wrath?\nShall mercy ne'er return?\n\n2 The terror of one frown of thine\nMelts all our strength away;\nLike men that totter drunk with wine,\nWe tremble in dismay.\n\n3 Great Britain shakes beneath thy stroke,\nAnd dreads thy threatening hand;\nO heal the island thou hast broke,\nConfirm the wavering land.\n\n4 Lift up a banner in the field,\nFor those that fear thy Name;\nSave thy beloved with thy shield,\nAnd put our foes to shame.\n\n5 Go with our armies to the fight,\nLike a confederate God;\nIn vain confederate powers unite\nAgainst thy lifted rod.\n\n6 Our troops shall gain a wide renown\nBy thine assisting hand;\n'Tis God that treads the mighty down,\nAnd makes the feeble stand.\n\n\nPsalm 61. 1-6.\nSafety in God.\n\n1 When overwhelm'd with grief\nMy heart within me dies,\nHelpless and far from all relief\nTo heaven I lift mine eyes.\n\n2 O lead me to the rock\nThat's high above my head,\nAnd make the covert of thy wings\nMy shelter and my shade.\n\n3 Within thy presence, Lord,\nFor ever I'll abide;\nThou art the tower of my defence,\nThe refuge where I hide.\n\n4 Thou givest me the lot\nOf those that fear thy Name;\nIf endless life be their reward,\nI shall possess the same.\n\n\nPsalm 62. 5-12.\nNo trust in the creatures; or,\nFaith in divine grace and power.\n\n1 My spirit looks to God alone;\nMy rock and refuge is his throne;\nIn all my fears, in all my straits,\nMy soul on his salvation waits.\n\n2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways,\nPour out your hearts before his face:\nWhen helpers fail, and foes invade,\nGod is our all-sufficient aid.\n\n3 False are the men of high degree,\nThe baser sort are vanity;\nLaid in the balance both appear\nLight as a puff of empty air.\n\n4 Make not increasing gold your trust,\nNor set your heart on glittering dust;\nWhy will you grasp the fleeting smoke;\nAnd not believe what God hath spoke?\n\n5 Once has his awful voice declar'd,\nOnce and again my ears have heard,\n\"All power is his eternal due;\n\"He must be fear'd and trusted too.\"\n\n6 For sovereign power reigns not alone,\nGrace is a partner of the throne:\nThy grace and justice, mighty Lord,\nShall well divide our last reward.\n\n\nPsalm 63:1. 1 2 5 34. First Part. C. M.\nThe morning of a Lord's day.\n\n1 Early, my God, without delay\nI haste to seek thy face;\nMy thirsty spirit faints away,\nWithout thy cheering grace.\n\n2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,\nBeneath a burning sky,\nLong for a cooling stream at hand,\nAnd they must drink or die.\n\n3 I've seen thy glory and thy power\nThro' all thy temple shine;\nMy God, repeat that heavenly hour,\nThat vision so divine.\n\n4 Not all the blessings of a feast\nCan please my soul so well,\nAs when thy richer grace I taste,\nAnd in thy presence dwell.\n\n5 Not life itself with all her joys,\nCan my best passions move,\nOr raise so high my cheerful voice\nAs thy forgiving love.\n\n6 Thus till my last expiring day\nI'll bless my God and King;\nThus will I lift my hands to pray,\nAnd tune my lips to sing.\n\n\nPsalm 63:2. 6-10. Second Part.\nMidnight thoughts recollected.\n\n1 'Twas in the watches of the night\nI thought upon thy power,\nI kept thy lovely face in sight\nAmidst the darkest hour.\n\n2 My flesh lay resting on my bed,\nMy soul arose on high;\n\"My God, my life, my hope,\" I said,\n\"Bring thy salvation nigh.\"\n\n3 My spirit labours up thine hill,\nAnd climbs the heavenly road;\nBut thy right hand upholds me still,\nWhile I pursue my God.\n\n4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head\nThe shadow of thy wings;\nMy heart rejoices in thine aid,\nMy tongue awakes and sings.\n\n5 But the destroyers of my peace\nShall fret and rage in vain;\nThe tempter shall for ever cease,\nAnd all my sins be slain.\n\n6 Thy sword shall give my foes to death,\nAnd send them down to dwell\nIn the dark caverns of the earth,\nOr to the deeps of hell.\n\n\nPsalm 63:3. L. M.\nLonging after God; or, The\nlove of God better than life.\n\n1 Great God, indulge my humble claim\nThou art my hope, my joy, my rest;\nThe glories that compose thy Name\nStand all engag'd to make me blest.\n\n2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise,\nThou art my Father and my God;\nAnd I am thine by sacred ties;\nThy son, thy servant bought with blood.\n\n3 With heart, and eyes and lifted hands,\nFor thee I long, to thee I look,\nAs travellers in thirsty lands\nPant for the cooling water-brook.\n\n4 With early feet I love t' appear\nAmong thy saints and seek thy face;\nOft have I seen thy glory there,\nAnd felt the power of sovereign grace.\n\n5 Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste,\nNot all the joys our senses know,\nCould make me so divinely blest\nOr raise my cheerful passions so.\n\n6 My life itself without thy love\nNo taste of pleasure could afford;\n'Twould but a tiresome burden prove,\nIf I were banish'd from the Lord.\n\n7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night,\nWhen busy cares afflict my head\nOne thought of thee gives new delight,\nAnd adds refreshment to my bed.\n\n8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,\nWhile I have breath to pray or praise;\nThis work shall make my heart rejoice,\nAnd spend the remnant of my days.\n\n\nPsalm 63:4. S. M.\nSeeking God.\n\n1 My God, permit my tongue\nThis joy, to call thee mine,\nAnd let my early cries prevail\nTo taste thy love divine.\n\n2 My thirsty fainting soul\nThy mercy doth implore;\nNot travellers in desert lands\nCan pant for water more.\n\n3 Within thy churches, Lord,\nI long to find my place,\nThy power and glory to behold,\nAnd feel thy quickening grace.\n\n4 For life without thy love\nNo relish can afford;\nNo joy can be compar'd to this,\nTo serve and please the Lord.\n\n5 To thee I'll lift my hands,\nAnd praise thee while I live;\nNot the rich dainties of a feast\nSuch food or pleasure give.\n\n6 In wakeful hours at night\nI call my God to mind;\nI think how wise thy counsels are,\nAnd all thy dealings kind.\n\n7 Since thou hast been my help,\nTo thee my spirit flies,\nAnd on thy watchful providence\nMy cheerful hope relies.\n\n8 The shadow of thy wings\nMy soul in safety keeps;\nI follow where my Father leads,\nAnd he supports my steps.\n\n\nPsalm 65:1. 1-5. First Part. L. M.\nPublic prayer and praise.\n\n1 The praise of Sion waits for thee,\nMy God; and praise becomes thy house;\nThere shall thy saints thy glory see,\nAnd there perform their public vows.\n\n2 O thou, whose mercy bends the skies\nTo save when humble sinners pray,\nAll lands to thee shall lift their eyes\nAnd islands of the northern sea.\n\n3 Against my will my sins prevail,\nBut grace shall purge away their stain;\nThe blood of Christ will never fail\nTo wash my garments white again.\n\n4 Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose,\nAnd give him kind access to thee,\nGive him a place within thy house,\nTo taste thy love divinely free.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 Let Babel fear when Sion prays;\nBabel, prepare for long distress\nWhen Sion's God himself arrays\nIn terror, and in righteousness.\n\n6 With dreadful glory God fulfils\nWhat his afflicted saints request;\nAnd with almighty wrath reveals\nHis love to give his churches rest.\n\n7 Then shall the flocking nations run\nTo Sion's hill, and own their Lord;\nThe rising and the setting sun\nShall see their Saviour's name ador'd.\n\n\nPsalm 65:2. 5-13. Second Part. L. M.\nDivine providence in air, earth, and sea;\nor, The God of nature and grace.\n\n1 The God of our salvation hears\nThe groans of Sion mix'd with tears;\nYet when he comes with kind designs,\nThro' all the way his terror shines.\n\n2 On him the race of man depends,\nFar as the earth's remotest ends,\nWhere the Creator's Name is known\nBy nature's feeble light alone.\n\n3 Sailors, that travel o'er the flood,\nAddress their frighted souls to God;\nWhen tempests rage and billows roar\nAt dreadful distance from the shore.\n\n4 He bids the noisy tempest cease;\nHe calms the raging crowd to peace,\nWhen a tumultuous nation raves\nWild as the winds, and loud as waves.\n\n5 Whole kingdoms shaken by the storm\nHe settles in a peaceful form;\nMountains establish'd by his hand,\nFirm on their old foundations stand.\n\n6 Behold his ensigns sweep the sky,\nNew comets blaze and lightnings fly,\nThe heathen lands, with swift surprise,\nFrom the bright horrors turn their eyes.\n\n7 At his command the morning-ray\nSmiles in the east, and leads the day;\nHe guides the sun's declining wheels\nOver the tops of western hills.\n\n8 Seasons and times obey his voice;\nThe evening and the morn rejoice\nTo see the earth made soft with showers,\nLaden with fruit and drest in flowers.\n\n9 'Tis from his watery stores on high\nHe gives the thirsty ground supply;\nHe walks upon the clouds, and thence\nDoth his enriching drops dispense.\n\n10 The desert grows a fruitful field,\nAbundant food the vallies yield;\nThe vallies shout with cheerful voice,\nAnd neighb'ring hills repeat their joys.\n\n11 The pastures smile in green array;\nThere lambs and larger cattle play;\nThe larger cattle and the lamb\nEach in his language speaks thy Name.\n\n12 Thy works pronounce thy power divine,\nO'er every field thy glories shine;\nThro' every month thy gifts appear;\nGreat God! thy goodness crowns the year.\n\n\nPsalm 65:3. First Part. C. M.\nA prayer-hearing God, and the Gentiles called.\n\n1 Praise waits in Sion, Lord, for thee;\nThere shall our vows be paid:\nThou hast an ear when sinners pray,\nAll flesh shall seek thine aid.\n\n2 Lord, our iniquities prevail,\nBut pardoning grace is thine,\nAnd thou wilt grant us power and skill\nTo conquer every sin.\n\n3 Bless'd are the men whom thou wilt choose\nTo bring them near thy face,\nGive them a dwelling in thine house\nTo feast upon thy grace.\n\n4 In answering what thy church requests\nThy truth and terror shine,\nAnd works of dreadful righteousness\nFulfil thy kind design.\n\n5 Thus shall the wondering nations see\nThe Lord is good and just;\nAnd distant islands fly to thee,\nAnd make thy Name their trust.\n\n6 They dread thy glittering tokens, Lord,\nWhen signs in heaven appear;\nBut they shall learn thy holy word,\nAnd love as well as fear.\n\n\nPsalm 65:4. Second Part. C. M.\nThe providence of God in air, earth,\nand sea; or, The blessing of rain.\n\n1 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand,\nGod of eternal power;\nThe sea grows calm at thy command,\nAnd tempests cease to roar.\n\n2 Thy morning light and evening shade\nSuccessive comforts bring;\nThy plenteous fruits make harvest glad,\nThy flowers adorn the spring.\n\n3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours,\nHeaven, earth, and air are thine;\nWhen clouds distil in fruitful showers,\nThe author is divine.\n\n4 Those wandering cisterns in the sky,\nBorne by the winds around,\nWith watery treasures well supply\nThe furrows of the ground.\n\n5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill,\nAnd ranks of corn appear;\nThy ways abound with blessings still,\nThy goodness crowns the year.\n\n\nPsalm 65:5. Third Part. C. M.\nThe blessing: of the spring; or, God gives\nrain. A psalm for the husbandman.\n\n1 Good is the Lord, the heavenly King,\nWho makes the earth his care,\nVisits the pastures every spring,\nAnd bids the grass appear.\n\n2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high,\nPour out, at thy command,\nTheir watery blessings from the sky,\nTo cheer the thirsty land.\n\n3 The soften'd ridges of the field\nPermit the corn to spring;\nThe vallies rich provision yield,\nAnd the poor labourers sing.\n\n4 The little hills on every side\nRejoice at falling showers;\nThe meadows, drest in all their pride,\nPerfume the air with flowers.\n\n5 The barren clods, refresh'd with rain,\nPromise a joyful crop;\nThe parching grounds look green again,\nAnd raise the reaper's hope.\n\n6 The various months thy goodness crowns;\nHow bounteous are thy ways;\nThe bleating flocks spread o'er the downs,\nAnd shepherds shout thy praise.\n\n\nPsalm 66:1. First Part.\nGoverning power and goodness;\nor, Our graces tried by afflictions.\n\n1 Sing, all ye nations, to the Lord,\nSing with a joyful noise;\nWith melody of sound record\nHis honours, and your joys.\n\n2 Say to the power that shakes the sky,\n\"How terrible art thou!\n\"Sinners before thy presence fly,\n\"Or at thy feet they bow.\"\n\n3 [Come, see the wonders of our God,\nHow glorious are his ways:\nIn Moses' hand he puts his rod,\nAnd cleaves the frighted seas.\n\n4 He made the ebbing channel dry,\nWhile Israel pass'd the flood;\nThere did the church begin their joy,\nAnd triumph in their God.]\n\n5 He rules by his resistless might:\nWill rebel mortals dare\nProvoke th' Eternal to the fight,\nAnd tempt that dreadful war?\n\n6 O bless our God and never cease;\nYe saints, fulfil his praise;\nHe keeps our life, maintains our peace,\nAnd guides our doubtful ways.\n\n7 Lord, thou hast prov'd our suffering souls,\nTo make our graces shine;\nSo silver bears the burning coals\nThe metal to refine.\n\n8 Thro' watery deeps and fiery ways\nWe march at thy command,\nLed to possess the promis'd place\nBy thine unerring hand.\n\n\nPsalm 66:2. 13-20. Second Part.\nPraise to God for hearing prayer.\n\n1 Now shall my solemn vows be paid\nTo that Almighty power,\nThat heard the long requests I made\nIn my distressful hour.\n\n2 My lips and cheerful heart prepare\nTo make his mercies known;\nCome, ye that fear my God, and hear\nThe wonders he has done.\n\n3 When on my head huge sorrows fell,\nI sought his heavenly aid,\nHe sav'd my sinking soul from hell,\nAnd death's eternal shade.\n\n4 If sin lay cover'd in my heart,\nWhile prayer employ'd my tongue,\nThe Lord had shewn me no regard,\nNor I his praises sung.\n\n\n5 But God, (his Name be ever blest)\nHath set my spirit free,\nNor turn'd from him my poor request,\nNor turn'd his heart from me.\n\n\nPsalm 67.\nThe nation's prosperity and the church's increase.\n\n1 Shine, mighty God, on Britain shine\nWith beams of heavenly grace;\nReveal thy power thro' all our coasts,\nAnd shew thy smiling face.\n\n2 [Amidst our isle, exalted high,\nDo thou our glory stand,\nAnd like a wall of guardian fire\nSurround the favourite land.]\n\n3 When shall thy Name, from shore to shore,\nSound all the earth abroad,\nAnd distant nations know and love\nTheir Saviour and their God?\n\n4 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,\nSing loud with solemn voice;\nWhile British tongues exalt his praise,\nAnd British hearts rejoice.\n\n5 He the great Lord, the sovereign Judge,\nThat sits enthron'd above,\nWisely commands the worlds he made\nIn justice and in love.\n\n6 Earth shall obey her Maker's will,\nAnd yield a full increase;\nOur God will crown his chosen isle\nWith fruitfulness and peace.\n\n7 God the Redeemer scatters round\nHis choicest favours here,\nWhile the creation's utmost bound\nShall see, adore, and fear.\n\n\nPsalm 68:1. 1-6 32-35. First Part.\nThe vengeance and compassion of God.\n\n1 Let God arise in all his might,\nAnd put the troops of hell to flight,\nAs smoke that sought to cloud the skies\nBefore the rising tempest flies.\n\n2 [He comes array'd in burning flames;\nJustice and vengeance are his names:\nBehold his fainting foes expire\nLike melting wax before the fire.]\n\n3 He rides and thunders thro' the sky;\nHis name Jehovah sounds on high:\nSing to his Name, ye sons of grace;\nYe saints, rejoice before his face.\n\n4 The widow and the fatherless\nFly to his aid in sharp distress;\nIn him the poor and helpless find\nA Judge that's just, a Father kind.\n\n5 He breaks the captive's heavy chain,\nAnd prisoners see the light again;\nBut rebels that dispute his will,\nShall dwell in chains and darkness still.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n6 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong;\nCrown him, ye nations, in your song;\nHis wondrous names and powers rehearse;\nHis honours shall enrich your verse.\n\n7 He shakes the heavens with loud alarms;\nHow terrible is God in arms!\nIn Israel are his mercies known,\nIsrael is his peculiar throne.\n\n8 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest!\nHe's your defence, your joy, your rest:\nWhen terrors rise and nations faint,\nGod is the strength of every saint.\n\n\nPsalm 68:2. 17 18. Second Part.\nChrist's ascension, and the gift of the Spirit.\n\n1 Lord, when thou didst ascend on high,\nTen thousand angels fill'd the sky;\nThose heavenly guards around thee wait,\nLike chariots that attend thy state.\n\n2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear\nMore glorious when the Lord was there;\nWhile he pronounc'd his dreadful law,\nAnd struck the chosen tribes with awe.\n\n3 How bright the triumph none can tell,\nWhen the rebellious powers of hell\nThat thousand souls had captive made,\nWere all in chains like captives led.\n\n4 Rais'd by his Father to the throne,\nHe sent the promis'd Spirit down,\nWith gifts and grace for rebel men,\nThat God might dwell on earth again.\n\n\nPsalm 68:3. 19 9 20-2. Third Part.\nPraise for temporal blessings; or,\nCommon and special mercies.\n\n1 We bless the Lord, the just, the good,\nWho fills our hearts with joy and food;\nWho pours his blessings from the skies,\nAnd loads our days with rich supplies.\n\n2 He sends the sun his circuit round,\nTo cheer the fruits, to warm the ground;\nHe bids the clouds with plenteous rain\nRefresh the thirsty earth again.\n\n3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath,\nAnd all our near escapes from death;\nSafety and health to God belong;\nHe heals the weak, and guards the strong.\n\n4 He makes the saint and sinner prove\nThe common blessings of his love;\nBut the wide difference that remains,\nIs endless joy, or endless pains.\n\n5 The Lord, that bruis'd the serpent's head,\nOn all the serpent's seed shall tread;\nThe stubborn sinner's hope confound,\nAnd smite him with a lasting wound.\n\n6 But his right hand his saints shall raise\nFrom the deep earth, or deeper seas,\nAnd bring them to his courts above,\nThere shall they taste his special love.\n\n\nPsalm 69:1. 1-14. First Part. C. M.\nThe sufferings of Christ for our salvation.\n\n1 \"Save me, O God, the swelling floods\n\"Break in upon my soul:\n\"I sink, and sorrows o'er my head\n\"Like mighty waters roll.\n\n2 \"I cry till all my voice be gone,\n\"In tears I waste the day:\n\"My God behold my longing eyes,\n\"And shorten thy delay.\n\n3 \"They hate my soul without a cause,\n\"And still their number grows\n\"More than the hairs around my head,\n\"And mighty are my foes.\n\n4 \"'Twas then I paid that dreadful debt\n\"That men could never pay,\n\"And gave those honours to thy law\n\"Which sinners took away.\"\n\n5 Thus in the great Messiah's name,\nThe royal prophet mourns;\nThus he awakes our hearts to grief,\nAnd gives us joy by turns.\n\n6 \"Now shall the saints rejoice and find\n\"Salvation in my Name:\n\"For I have borne their heavy load\nOf sorrow, pain, and shame.\n\n\n7 \"Grief, like a garment, cloth'd me round,\n\"And sackcloth was my dress,\n\"While I procur'd for naked souls\n\"A robe of righteousness.\n\n8 \"Amongst my brethren and the Jews\n\"I like a stranger stood,\n\"And bore their vile reproach to bring\n\"The Gentiles near to God.\n\n9 \"I came in sinful mortals' stead,\n\"To do my Father's will;\n\"Yet when I cleans'd my father's house\n\"They scandaliz'd my zeal.\n\n10 \"My fasting and my holy groans\n\"Were made the drunkard's song;\n\"But God, from his celestial throne,\n\"Heard my complaining tongue.\n\n11 \"He sav'd me from the dreadful deep,\n\"Nor let my soul be drown'd;\n\"He rais'd and fix'd my sinking feet\n\"On well establish'd ground.\n\n12 \"'Twas in a most accepted hour\n\"My prayer arose on high,\n\"And for my sake my God shall hear\n\"The dying sinner's cry.\"\n\n\nPsalm 69:2. 14-21 26 29 32. 2d Part. C. M.\nThe passion and exaltation of Christ.\n\n1 Now let our lips with holy fear\nAnd mournful pleasure sing\nThe sufferings of our great High-Priest,\nThe sorrows of our King.\n\n2 He sinks in floods of deep distress:\nHow high the waters rise!\nWhile to his heavenly Father's ear\nHe sends perpetual cries.\n\n3 \"Hear me, O Lord, and save thy Son,\n\"Nor hide thy shining face;\n\"Why should thy favorite look like one\n\"Forsaken of thy grace?\n\n4 \"With rage they persecute the man\n\"That groans beneath thy wound,\n\"While for a sacrifice I pour\n\"My life upon the ground.\n\n5 \"They tread my honour to the dust,\n\"And laugh when I complain\n\"Their sharp insulting slanders add\n\"Fresh anguish to my pain.\n\n6 \"All my reproach is known to thee,\n\"The scandal and the shame;\n\"Reproach has broke my bleeding heart,\n\"And lies defil'd my Name.\n\n7 \"I look'd for pity, but in vain;\n\"My kindred are my grief!\n\"I ask my friends for comfort round,\n\"But meet with no relief.\n\n8 \"With vinegar they mock my thirst;\n\"They give me gall for food;\n\"And sporting with my dying groans,\n\"They triumph in my blood.\n\n9 \"Shine into my distressed soul,\n\"Let thy compassion save;\n\"And tho' my flesh sink down to death,\n\"Redeem it from the grave.\n\n10 \"I shall arise to praise thy Name,\n\"Shall reign in worlds unknown;\n\"And thy salvation, O my God,\n\"Shall seat me on thy throne.\"\n\n\nPsalm 69:3. Third Part. C. M.\nChrist's obedience and death; or,\nGod glorified and sinners saved.\n\n1 Father, I sing thy wondrous grace,\nI bless my Saviour's Name,\nHe bought salvation for the poor,\nAnd bore the sinner's shame.\n\n2 His deep distress has rais'd us high,\nHis duty and his zeal\nFulfill'd the law which mortals broke,\nAnd finish'd all thy will.\n\n3 His dying groans, his living songs\nShall better please my God\nThan harp or trumpet's solemn sound,\nThan goats' or bullocks' blood.\n\n4 This shall his humble followers see,\nAnd set their hearts at rest;\nThey by his death draw near to thee,\nAnd live for ever blest.\n\n5 Let heaven, and all that dwell on high,\nTo God their voices raise,\nWhile lands and seas assist the sky,\nAnd join t' advance the praise.\n\n6 Zion is thine, most holy God;\nThy Son shall bless her gates;\nAnd glory purchas'd by his blood\nFor thine own Israel waits.\n\n\nPsalm 69:4. First Part. L. M.\nChrist's passion, and sinners' salvation.\n\n1 Deep in our hearts let us record\nThe deeper sorrows of our Lord;\nBehold the rising billows roll\nTo overwhelm his holy soul.\n\n2 In long complaints he spends his breath,\nWhile hosts of hell, and powers of death,\nAnd all the sons of malice join\nTo execute their curst design.\n\n3 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love\nHas made the curse a blessing prove;\nThose dreadful sufferings of thy Son\nAton'd for sins which we had done.\n\n4 The pangs of our expiring Lord\nThe honours of thy law restor'd;\nHis sorrows made thy justice known,\nAnd paid for follies not his own.\n\n6 O for his sake our guilt forgive,\nAnd let the mourning sinner live;\nThe Lord will hear us in his Name,\nNor shall our hope be turn'd to shame.\n\n\nPsalm 69:5. 7 &c. Second Part. L. M.\nChrist's sufferings and zeal.\n\n1 'Twas for thy sake, eternal God,\nThy son sustain'd that heavy load\nOf base reproach and sore disgrace,\nAnd shame defil'd his sacred face.\n\n2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin,\nAbus'd the man that check'd their sin:\nWhile he fulfill'd thy holy laws,\nThey hate him, but without a cause.\n\n3 [\"My Father's house, said he, was made\n\"A place for worship, not for trade;\"\nThen scattering all their gold and brass,\nHe scourg'd the merchants from the place.]\n\n4 [Zeal for the temple of his God\nConsum'd his life, expos'd his blood:\nReproaches at thy glory thrown\nHe felt, and mourn'd them as his own.]\n\n5 [His friends forsook, his followers fled,\nWhile foes and arms surround his head;\nThey curse him with a slanderous tongue,\nAnd the false judge maintains the wrong.]\n\n6 His life they load with hateful lies,\nAnd charge his lips with blasphemies;\nThey nail him to the shameful tree:\nThere hung the man that dy'd for me.\n\n7 [Wretches with hearts as hard as stones,\nInsult his piety and groans;\nGall was the food they gave him there,\nAnd mock'd his thirst with vinegar.]\n\n8 But God beheld; and from his throne\nMarks out the men that hate his Son;\nThe hand that rais'd him from the dead\nShall pour the vengeance on their head.\n\n\nPsalm 71:1. 5-9. First Part.\nThe aged saint's reflection and hope.\n\n1 My God, my everlasting hope,\nI live upon thy truth;\nThine hands have held my childhood up,\nAnd strengthen'd all my youth.\n\n2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy power,\nWith all these limbs of mine;\nAnd from my mother's painful hour\nI've been entirely thine.\n\n3 Still has my life new wonders seen\nRepeated every year;\nBehold my days that yet remain,\nI trust them to thy care.\n\n4 Cast me not off when strength declines,\nWhen hoary hairs arise;\nAnd round me let thy glories shine\nWhene'er thy servant dies.\n\n5 Then in the history of my age,\nWhen men review my days,\nThey'll read thy love in every page,\nIn every line thy praise.\n\n\nPsalm 71:2. 15 14 16 23 22 24. 2d Part.\nChrist our strength and righteousness.\n\n1 My Saviour, my almighty Friend,\nWhen I begin thy praise,\nWhere will the growing numbers end,\nThe numbers of thy grace?\n\n2 Thou art my everlasting trust,\nThy goodness I adore;\nAnd since I knew thy graces first\nI speak thy glories more.\n\n3 My feet shall travel all the length\nOf the celestial road,\nAnd march with courage in thy strength\nTo see my Father God.\n\n4 When I am fill'd with sore distress\nFor some surprising sin,\nI'll plead thy perfect righteousness,\nAnd mention none but thine.\n\n5 How will my lips rejoice to tell\nThe victories of my King!\nMy soul redeem'd from sin and hell\nShall thy salvation sing.\n\n6 [My tongue shall all the day proclaim\nMy Saviour and my God;\nHis death has brought my foes to shame,\nAnd drown'd them in his blood.\n\n7 Awake, awake my tuneful powers;\nWith this delightful song\nI'll entertain the darkest hours,\nNor think the season long.]\n\n\nPsalm 71:3. 17-21. Third Part.\nThe aged Christian's prayer and song; or,\nOld age, death, and the resurrection.\n\n1 God of my childhood and my youth,\nThe guide of all my days,\nI have declar'd thy heavenly truth,\nAnd told thy wondrous ways.\n\n2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,\nAnd leave my fainting heart?\nWho shall sustain my sinking years\nIf God my strength depart?\n\n3 Let me thy power and truth proclaim\nTo the surviving age,\nAnd leave a savour of thy Name\nWhen I shall quit the stage.\n\n4 The land of silence and of death\nAttends my next remove;\nO may these poor remains of breath\nTeach the wide world thy love.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 Thy righteousness is deep and high,\nUnsearchable thy deeds;\nThy glory spreads beyond the sky,\nAnd all my praise exceeds.\n\n6 Oft have I heard thy threatenings roar,\nAnd oft endur'd the grief;\nBut when thy hand has press'd me sore,\nThy grace was my relief.\n\n7 By long experience have I known\nThy sovereign power to save;\nAt thy command I venture down\nSecurely to the grave.\n\n8 When I lie buried deep in dust,\nMy flesh shall be thy care\nThese withering limbs with thee I trust\nTo raise them strong and fair.\n\n\nPsalm 72:1. First Part.\nThe kingdom of Christ.\n\n1 Great God, whose universal sway\nThe known and unknown worlds obey,\nNow give the kingdom to thy Son,\nExtend his power, exalt his throne.\n\n2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands,\nAll heaven submits to his commands;\nHis justice shall avenge the poor,\nAnd pride and rage prevail no more.\n\n3 With power he vindicates the just,\nAnd treads th' oppressor in the dust;\nHis worship and his fear shall last\nTill hours and years and time be past.\n\n4 As rain on meadows newly mown\nSo shall he send his influence down;\nHis grace on fainting souls distils\nLike heavenly dew on thirsty hills.\n\n5 The heathen lands that lie beneath\nThe shades of overspreading death,\nRevive at his first dawning light,\nAnd deserts blossom at the sight.\n\n6 The saints shall flourish in his days,\nDrest in the robes of joy and praise;\nPeace like a river from his throne\nShall flow to nations yet unknown.\n\n\nPsalm 72:2. Second Part.\nChrist's kingdom among the Gentiles.\n\n1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun\nDoes his successive journies run;\nHis kingdom stretch from shore to shore,\nTill moons shall wax and wane no more.\n\n2 [Behold the islands with their kings,\nAnd Europe her best tribute brings;\nFrom north to south the princes meet\nTo pay their homage at his feet.\n\n3 There Persia glorious to behold,\nThere India shines in eastern gold:\nAnd barbarous nations at his word\nSubmit, and bow, and own their Lord.]\n\n4 For him shall endless prayer be made\nAnd princes throng to crown his head;\nHis Name like sweet perfume shall rise\nWith every morning sacrifice.\n\n5 People and realms of every tongue\nDwell on his love with sweetest song:\nAnd infant voices shall proclaim\nTheir early blessings on his Name.\n\n6 Blessings abound where'er he reigns,\nThe prisoner leaps to lose his chains,\nThe weary find eternal rest,\nAnd all the sons of want are blest.\n\n7 [Where he displays his healing power,\nDeath and the curse are known no more;\nIn him the tribes of Adam boast\nMore blessings than their father lost.\n\n8 Let every creature rise, and bring\nPeculiar honours to our King;\nAngels descend with songs again,\nAnd earth repeat the long Amen.]\n\n\nPsalm 73:1. First Part. C. M.\nAfflicted saints happy, and\nprosperous sinners cursed.\n\n1 Now I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind\nTo men of heart sincere,\nYet once my foolish thoughts repin'd\nAnd border'd on despair.\n\n2 I griev'd to see the wicked thrive,\nAnd spoke with angry breath,\n\"How pleasant and profane they live!\n\"How peaceful is their death!\n\n3 \"With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes\n\"They lay their fears to sleep;\n\"Against the heavens their slanders rise,\n\"While saints in silence weep.\n\n4 \"In vain I lift my hands to pray,\n\"And cleanse my heart in vain,\n\"For I am chasten'd all the day,\n\"The night renews my pain.'\n\n5 Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints,\nI felt my heart reprove;\n\"Sure I shall thus offend thy saints,\n\"And grieve the men I love.\"\n\n6 But still I found my doubts too hard,\nThe conflict too severe,\nTill I retir'd to search thy word,\nAnd learn thy secrets there.\n\n7 There, as in some prophetic glass,\nI saw the sinner's feet\nHigh mounted on a slippery place,\nBeside a fiery pit.\n\n8 I heard the wretch profanely boast,\nTill at thy frown he fell;\nHis honours in a dream were lost,\nAnd he awakes in hell.\n\n9 Lord, what an envious fool I was!\nHow like a thoughtless beast!\nThus to suspect thy promis'd grace,\nAnd think the wicked blest.\n\n10 Yet I was kept from full despair,\nUpheld by power unknown;\nThat blessed hand that broke the snare\nShall guide me to thy throne.\n\n\nPsalm 73:2. 23-8. Second Part.\nGod our portion here and hereafter.\n\n1 God my supporter and my hope,\nMy help for ever near,\nThine arm of mercy held me up\nWhen sinking in despair.\n\n2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet\nThro' this dark wilderness;\nThine hand conduct me near thy seat\nTo dwell before thy face.\n\n3 Were I in heaven without my God,\n'Twould be no joy to me;\nAnd whilst this earth is my abode,\nI long for none but thee.\n\n4 What if the springs of life were broke,\nAnd flesh and heart should faint!\nGod is my soul's eternal rock,\nThe strength of every saint.\n\n5 Behold the sinners that remove\nFar from thy presence die;\nNot all the idol gods they love\nCan save them when they cry.\n\n6 But to draw near to thee, my God,\nShall be my sweet employ;\nMy tongue shall sound thy works abroad,\nAnd tell the world my joy.\n\n\nPsalm 73:3. 22 3 6 17-20. L. M.\nThe prosperity of sinners cursed.\n\n1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,\nTo mourn, and murmur, and repine\nTo see the wicked plac'd on high,\nIn pride and robes of honour shine!\n\n2 But O their end, their dreadful end!\nThy sanctuary taught me so:\nOn slippery rocks I see them stand,\nAnd fiery billows roll below.\n\n3 Now let them boast how tall they rise,\nI'll never envy them again;\nThere they may stand with haughty eyes,\nTill they plunge deep in endless pain.\n\n4 Their fancy'd joys, how fast they flee!\nJust like a dream when man awakes;\nTheir songs of softest harmony\nAre but a preface to their plagues.\n\n5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine\nToo dear to purchase with my blood;\nLord, 'tis enough that thou art mine,\nMy life, my portion, and my God.\n\n\nPsalm 73:4. S. M.\nThe mystery of providence unfolded.\n\n1 Sure there's a righteous God,\nNor is religion vain,\nTho' men of vice may boast aloud,\nAnd men of grace complain.\n\n2 I saw the wicked rise,\nAnd felt my heart repine,\nWhile haughty fools with scornful eyes\nIn robes of honour shine.\n\n3 [Pamper'd with wanton ease,\nTheir flesh looks full and fair,\nTheir wealth rolls in like flowing seas,\nAnd grows without their care.\n\n4 Free from the plagues and pains\nThat pious souls endure,\nThro' all their life oppression reigns\nAnd racks the humble poor.\n\n5 Their impious tongues blaspheme\nThe everlasting God;\nTheir malice blasts the good man's name,\nAnd spreads their lies abroad.\n\n6 But I with flowing tears\nIndulge my doubts to rise\n\"Is there a God that sees or hears\n\"The things below the skies?\"]\n\n7 The tumults of my thought\nHeld me in hard suspense,\nTill to thy house my feet were brought\nTo learn thy justice thence.\n\n8 Thy word with light and power\nDid my mistakes attend;\nI view'd the sinners' life before,\nBut here I learnt their end.\n\n9 On what a slippery steep\nThe thoughtless wretches go;\nAnd O that dreadful fiery deep\nThat waits their fall below.\n\n10 Lord, at thy feet I bow,\nMy thoughts no more repine;\nI call my God my portion now,\nAnd all my powers are thine.\n\n\nPsalm 74.\nThe church pleading with God\nunder sore persecutions.\n\n1 Will God for ever cast us off?\nHis wrath for ever smoke\nAgainst the people of his love,\nHis little chosen flock?\n\n2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought\nWith their Redeemer's blood;\nNor let thy Sion be forgot,\nWhere once thy glory stood.\n\n3 Lift up thy feet and march in haste,\nAloud our ruin calls;\nSee what a wide and fearful waste\nIs made within thy walls.\n\n4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang\nThy foes profanely roar;\nOver thy gates their ensigns hang,\nSad tokens of their power.\n\n5 How are the seats of worship broke!\nThey tear the buildings down,\nAnd he that deals the heaviest stroke\nProcures the chief renown.\n\n6 With flames they threaten to destroy\nThy children in their nest;\n\"Come let us burn at once (they cry)\nThe temple and the priest.\"\n\n7 And still to heighten our distress\nThy presence is withdrawn;\nThy wonted signs of power and grace,\nThy power and grace are gone.\n\n8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes,\nBut all the seers mourn;\nThere's not a soul amongst us knows\nThe time of thy return.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n9 How long, eternal God, how long\nShall men of pride blaspheme?\nShall saints be made their endless song,\nAnd bear immortal shame?\n\n10 Canst thou for ever sit and hear\nThine holy Name profan'd?\nAnd still thy jealousy forbear,\nAnd still withhold thine hand?\n\n11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown\nIn ages long before!\nAnd now no other God we own,\nNo other God adore.\n\n12 Thou didst divide the raging sea\nBy thy resistless might,\nTo make thy tribes a wondrous way,\nAnd then secure their flight.\n\n13 Is not the world of nature thine,\nThe darkness and the day?\nDidst thou not bid the morning shine,\nAnd mark the sun his way?\n\n14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast,\nAnd set the earth its bounds,\nWith summer's heat and winter's frost,\nIn their perpetual rounds?\n\n15 And shall the sons of earth and dust\nThat sacred power blaspheme?\nWill not thy hand that form'd them first\nAvenge thine injur'd Name?\n\n16 Think on the covenant thou hast made,\nAnd all thy words of love;\nNor let the birds of prey invade\nAnd vex thy mourning dove.\n\n17 Our foes would triumph in our blood,\nAnd make our hope their jest;\nPlead thy own cause, almighty God!\nAnd give thy children rest.\n\n\nPsalm 75.\nPower and government from God alone.\nApplied to the glorious Revolution by King William, or\nthe happy Accession of King George to the Throne.\n\n1 To thee, most holy, and most high,\nTo thee, we bring our thankful praise;\nThy works declare thy name is nigh,\nThy works of wonder and of grace.\n\n2 Britain was doom'd to be a slave,\nHer frame dissolv'd, her fears were great;\nWhen God a new supporter gave\nTo bear the pillars of the state.\n\n3 He from thy hand receiv'd his crown,\nAnd sware to rule by wholesome laws\nHis foot shall tread th' oppressor down,\nHis arm defend the righteous cause.\n\n4 Let haughty sinners sink their pride,\nNor lift so high their scornful head;\nBut lay their foolish thoughts aside,\nAnd own the king that God hath made.\n\n5 Such honours never come by chance,\nNor do the winds promotion blow;\n'Tis God the judge doth one advance,\n'Tis God that lays another low.\n\n6 No vain pretence to royal birth\nShall fix a tyrant on the throne:\nGod the great sovereign of the earth\nWill rise and make his justice known.\n\n7 [His hand holds out the dreadful cup\nOf vengeance, mix'd with various plagues,\nTo make the wicked drink them up,\nWring out and taste the bitter dregs.\n\n8 Now shall the Lord exalt the just,\nAnd while he tramples on the proud,\nAnd lays their glory in the dust,\nMy lips shall sing his praise aloud.]\n\n\nPsalm 76.\nIsrael saved, and the Assyrians destroyed; or, God's\nvengeance against his enemies proceeds from his church.\n\n1 In Judah God of old was known;\nHis Name in Israel great;\nIn Salem stood his holy throne,\nAnd Sion was his seat.\n\n2 Among the praises of his saints\nHis dwelling there he chose;\nThere he receiv'd their just complaints\nAgainst their haughty foes.\n\n3 From Sion went his dreadful word,\nAnd broke the threatening spear;\nThe bow, the arrows, and the sword,\nAnd crush'd th' Assyrian war.\n\n4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms else\nBut mighty hills of prey?\nThe hill on which Jehovah dwells\nIs glorious more than they.\n\n5 'Twas Sion's King that stopt the breath\nOf captains and their bands:\nThe men of might slept fast in death,\nAnd never found their hands.\n\n6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,\nBoth horse and chariot fell;\nWho knows the terrors of thy rod?\nThy vengeance who can tell?\n\n7 What power can stand before thy sight\nWhen once thy wrath appears?\nWhen heaven shines round with dreadful light,\nThe earth lies still and fears.\n\n8 When God in his own sovereign ways\nComes down to save th' opprest,\nThe wrath of man shall work his praise,\nAnd he'll restrain the rest.\n\n9 [Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring,\nYe princes, fear his frown:\nHis terror shakes the proudest king,\nAnd cuts an army down.\n\n10 The thunder of his sharp rebuke\nOur haughty foes shall feel:\nFor Jacob's God hath not forsook,\nBut dwells in Sion still.]\n\n\nPsalm 77:1. First Part.\nMelancholy assaulting, and hope prevailing.\n\n1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice,\nI sought his gracious ear,\nIn the sad day when troubles rose,\nAnd fill'd the night with fear.\n\n2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights,\nMy soul refus'd relief;\nI thought on God the just and wise,\nBut thoughts increas'd my grief.\n\n3 Still I complain'd, and still opprest,\nMy heart began to break;\nMy God, thy wrath forbid my rest,\nAnd kept my eyes awake.\n\n4 My overwhelming sorrows grew\nTill I could speak no more;\nThen I within myself withdrew,\nAnd call'd thy judgments o'er.\n\n5 I call'd back years and ancient times,\nWhen I beheld thy face;\nMy spirit search'd for secret crimes\nThat might withhold thy grace.\n\n6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind\nWhich I enjoy'd before;\nAnd will the Lord no more be kind?\nHis face appear no more?\n\n7 Will he for ever cast me off?\nHis promise ever fail?\nHas he forgot his tender love?\nShall anger still prevail?\n\n8 But I forbid this hopeless thought,\nThis dark despairing frame,\nRememb'ring what thy hand hath wrought,\nThy hand is still the same.\n\n9 I'll think again of all thy ways,\nAnd talk thy wonders o'er;\nThy wonders of recovering grace,\nWhen flesh could hope no more.\n\n10 Grace dwells with justice on the throne;\nAnd men that love thy word\nHave in thy sanctuary known\nThe counsels of the Lord.\n\n\nPsalm 77:2. Second Part.\nComfort derived from ancient providences; or,\nIsrael delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan.\n\n1 \"How awful is thy chastening rod!\"\n(May thine own children say)\n\"The great, the wise, the dreadful God!\n\"How holy is his way!\"\n\n2 I'll meditate his works of old;\nThe King that reigns above;\nI'll hear his ancient wonders told,\nAnd learn to trust his love.\n\n3 Long did the house of Joseph lie\nWith Egypt's yoke opprest:\nLong he delay'd to hear their cry,\nNor gave his people rest.\n\n4 The sons of good old Jacob seem'd\nAbandon'd to their foes;\nBut his almighty arm redeem'd\nThe nation that he chose.\n\n5 Israel, his people, and his sheep,\nMust follow where he calls;\nHe bid them venture thro' the deep,\nAnd made the waves their walls.\n\n6 The waters saw thee, mighty God!\nThe waters saw thee come;\nBackward they fled, and frighted stood,\nTo make thine armies room.\n\n7 Strange was thy journey thro' the sea,\nThy footsteps, Lord, unknown,\nTerrors attend the wondrous way\nThat brings thy mercies down.\n\n8 [Thy voice with terror in the sound\nThro' clouds and darkness broke;\nAll heaven in lightning shone around,\nAnd earth with thunder shook.\n\n9 Thine arrows thro' the skies were hurl'd;\nHow glorious is the Lord!\nSurprise and trembling seiz'd the world,\nAnd his own saints ador'd.\n\n10 He gave them water from the rock;\nAnd safe by Moses' hand\nThro' a dry desert led his flock\nHome to the promis'd land.]\n\n\nPsalm 78:1. First Part.\nProvidence of God recorded; or, Pious\neducation and instruction of children.\n\n1 Let children hear the mighty deeds,\nWhich God perform'd of old,\nWhich in our younger years we saw,\nAnd which our fathers told.\n\n2 He bids us make his glories known,\nHis works of power and grace;\nAnd we'll convey his wonders down\nThro' every rising race.\n\n3 Our lips shall tell them to our Sons,\nAnd they again to theirs,\nThat generations yet unborn\nMay teach them to their heirs.\n\n4 Thus shall they learn in God alone\nTheir hope securely stands,\nThat they may ne'er forget his works,\nBut practise his commands.\n\n\nPsalm 78:2. Second Part.\nIsrael's rebellion and punishment; or, The\nsins and chastisements of God's people.\n\n1 What a stiff rebellious house\nWas Jacob's ancient race!\nFalse to their own most solemn vows,\nAnd to their Maker's grace.\n\n2 They broke the covenant of his love,\nAnd did his laws despise,\nForgot the works he wrought to prove\nHis power before their eyes.\n\n3 They saw the plagues on Egypt light,\nFrom his revenging hand:\nWhat dreadful tokens of his might\nSpread o'er the stubborn land!\n\n4 They saw him cleave the mighty sea,\nAnd march'd in safety thro',\nWith watery walls to guard their way,\nTill they had 'scap'd the foe.\n\n5 A wondrous pillar mark'd the road,\nCompos'd of shade and light;\nBy day it prov'd a sheltering cloud,\nA leading fire by night.\n\n6 He from the rock their thirst supply'd;\nThe gushing waters fell,\nAnd ran in rivers by their side,\nA constant miracle.\n\n7 Yet they provok'd the Lord most high,\nAnd dar'd distrust his hand;\n\"Can he with bread our host supply\n\"Amidst this desert land?\"\n\n8 The Lord with indignation heard,\nAnd caus'd his wrath to flame\nHis terrors ever stand prepar'd\nTo vindicate his Name.\n\n\nPsalm 78:3. Third Part.\nThe punishment of luxury and intemperance;\nor, Chastisement and salvation.\n\n1 When Israel sins, the Lord reproves,\nAnd fills their hearts with dread;\nYet he forgives the men he loves,\nAnd sends them heavenly bread.\n\n2 He fed them with a liberal hand,\nAnd made his treasures known;\nHe gave the midnight clouds command\nTo pour provision down.\n\n3 The manna, like a morning shower,\nLay thick around their feet;\nThe corn of heaven, so light, so pure,\nAs tho' 'twere angels' meat.\n\n4 But they in murmuring language said,\n\"Manna is all our feast;\n\"We loathe this light, this airy bread;\n\"We must have flesh to taste.\"\n\n5 \"Ye shall have flesh to please your lust;\"\nThe Lord in wrath reply'd,\nAnd sent them quails like sand or dust,\nHeap'd up from side to side.\n\n6 He gave them all their own desire;\nAnd greedy as they fed,\nHis vengeance burnt with secret fire,\nAnd smote the rebels dead.\n\n7 When some were slain, the rest return'd,\nAnd sought the Lord with tears;\nUnder the rod they fear'd and mourn'd,\nBut soon forgot their fears.\n\n8 Oft he chastis'd and still forgave,\nTill by his gracious hand\nThe nation he resolv'd to save,\nPossess'd the promis'd land.\n\n\nPsalm 78:4. 32 &c. Fourth Part.\nBacksliding and forgiveness; or,\nSin punished, and saints saved.\n\n1 Great God, how oft did Israel prove\nBy turns thine anger and thy love!\nThere in a glass our hearts may see\nHow fickle and how false they be.\n\n2 How soon the faithless Jews forgot\nThe dreadful wonders God had wrought!\nThen they provoke him to his face,\nNor fear his power, nor trust his grace.\n\n3 The Lord consum'd their years in pain,\nAnd made their travels long and vain;\nA tedious march thro' unknown ways\nWore out their strength and spent their days.\n\n4 Oft when they saw their brethren slain,\nThey mourn'd and sought the Lord again;\nCall'd him the Rock of their abode,\nTheir high Redeemer and their God.\n\n5 Their prayers and vows before him rise\nAs flattering words or solemn lies,\nWhile their rebellious tempers prove\nFalse to his covenant and his love.\n\n6 Yet did his sovereign grace forgive\nThe men who not deserv'd to live;\nHis anger oft away he turn'd,\nOr else with gentle flame it burn'd.\n\n7 He saw their flesh was weak and frail,\nHe saw temptation still prevail\nThe God of Abraham lov'd them still,\nAnd led them to his holy hill.\n\n\nPsalm 80.\nThe church's prayer under affliction;\nor, The vineyard of God wasted.\n\n1 Great Shepherd of thine Israel,\nWho didst between the cherubs dwell,\nAnd led the tribes, thy chosen sheep,\nSafe thro' the desert and the deep.\n\n2 Thy church is in the desert now,\nShine from on high and guide us thro';\nTurn us to thee, thy love restore,\nWe shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.\n\n3 Great God, whom heavenly hosts obey,\nHow long shall we lament and pray,\nAnd wait in vain thy kind return?\nHow long shall thy fierce anger burn?\n\n4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread,\nThy saints with their own tears are fed;\nTurn us to thee, thy love restore,\nWe shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.\n\nPAUSE I.\n\n5 Hast thou not planted with thy hands\nA lovely vine in heathen lands?\nDid not thy power defend it round,\nAnd heavenly dews enrich the ground?\n\n6 How did the spreading branches shoot,\nAnd bless the nations with the fruit!\nBut now, dear Lord, look down and see\nThy mourning vine, that lovely tree.\n\n7 Why is its beauty thus defac'd?\nWhy hast thou laid her fences waste?\nStrangers and foes against her join,\nAnd every beast devours the vine.\n\n8 Return, almighty God, return,\nNor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn;\nTurn us to thee, thy love restore,\nWe shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.\n\nPAUSE II.\n\n9 Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew\nThou wast its strength and glory too;\nAttack'd in vain by all its foes,\nTill the fair Branch of Promise rose;\n\n10 Fair Branch, ordain'd of old to shoot\nFrom David's stock, from Jacob's root;\nHimself a noble vine, and we\nThe lesser branches of the tree.\n\n11 'Tis thy own Son, and he shall stand\nGirt with thy strength at thy right hand;\nThy first-born Son, adorn'd and blest\nWith power and grace above the rest.\n\n12 O! for his sake attend our cry,\nShine on thy churches lest they die;\nTurn us to thee, thy love restore,\nWe shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.\n\n\nPsalm 81. 1 8 16.\nThe warnings of God to his people; or,\nSpiritual blessings and punishments.\n\n1 Sing to the Lord aloud,\nAnd make a joyful noise;\nGod is our strength, our Saviour God;\nLet Israel hear his voice.\n\n2 \"From vile idolatry\n\"Preserve my worship clean;\n\"I am the Lord who set thee free\n\"From slavery and sin.\n\n3 \"Stretch thy desires abroad,\n\"And I'll supply them well\n\"But if ye will refuse your God,\n\"If Israel will rebel,\n\n4 \"I'll leave them,\" saith the Lord,\n\"To their own lusts a prey,\n\"And let them run the dangerous road,\n\"'Tis their own chosen way.\n\n5 \"Yet O! that all my saints\n\"Would hearken to my voice!\n\"Soon I would ease their sore complaints,\n\"And bid their hearts rejoice.\n\n6 \"While I destroy their foes,\n\"I'd richly feed my flock,\n\"And they should taste the stream that flows\n\"From their eternal Rock.\"\n\n\nPsalm 82.\nGod the supreme Governor;\nor, Magistrates warned.\n\n1 Among th' assemblies of the great,\nA greater Ruler takes his seat;\nThe God of heaven, as Judge, surveys\nThose gods on earth and all their ways.\n\n2 Why will ye then frame wicked laws?\nOr why support th' unrighteous cause?\nWhen will ye once defend the poor,\nThat sinners vex the saints no more?\n\n3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know,\nDark are the ways in which they go;\nTheir name of earthly gods is vain,\nFor they shall fall and die like men.\n\n4 Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son\nPossess his universal throne,\nAnd rule the nations with his rod;\nHe is our judge, and he our God.\n\n\nPsalm 83.\nA complaint against persecutors.\n\n1 And will the God of grace\nPerpetual silence keep?\nThe God of justice hold his peace,\nAnd let his vengeance sleep?\n\n2 Behold what cursed snares\nThe men of mischief spread;\nThe men that hate thy saints and thee\nLift up their threatening head.\n\n3 Against thy hidden ones\nTheir counsels they employ,\nAnd malice with her watchful eye,\nPursues them to destroy.\n\n4 The noble and the base\nInto thy pastures leap;\nThe lion and the stupid ass\nConspire to vex thy sheep.\n\n5 \"Come, let us join,\" they cry,\n\"To root them from the ground,\n\"Till not the name of saints remain,\n\"Nor memory shall be found.\"\n\n6 Awake, almighty God,\nAnd call thy wrath to mind;\nGive them like forests to the fire,\nOr stubble to the wind.\n\n7 Convince their madness, Lord,\nAnd make them seek thy Name\nOr else their stubborn rage confound,\nThat they may die in shame.\n\n8 Then shall the nations know\nThat glorious dreadful word,\nJehovah is thy name alone,\nAnd thou the sovereign Lord.\n\n\nPsalm 84:1. First Part. L. M.\nThe pleasure of public worship.\n\n1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,\nO Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!\nWith long desire my spirit faints\nTo meet th' assemblies of thy saints.\n\n2 My flesh would rest in thine abode,\nMy panting heart cries out for God;\nMy God! my King! why should I be\nSo far from all my joys and thee?\n\n3 The sparrow chuses where to rest,\nAnd for her young provides her nest:\nBut will my God to sparrows grant\nThat pleasure which his children want?\n\n4 Blest are the saints who sit on high,\nAround thy throne of majesty;\nThy brightest glories shine above,\nAnd all their work is praise and love.\n\n5 Blest are the souls that find a place\nWithin the temple of thy grace;\nThere they behold thy gentler rays,\nAnd seek thy face, and learn thy praise.\n\n6 Blest are the men whose hearts are set\nTo find the way to Sion's gate;\nGod is their strength, and thro' the road\nThey lean upon their helper God.\n\n7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,\nTill all shall meet in heaven at length,\nTill all before thy face appear,\nAnd join in nobler worship there.\n\n\nPsalm 84:2. Second Part. L. M.\nGod and his church; or, Grace and glory.\n\n1 Great God, attend, while Sion sings\nThe joy that from thy presence springs\nTo spend one day with thee on earth\nExceeds a thousand days of mirth.\n\n2 Might I enjoy the meanest place\nWithin thine house, O God of grace,\nNot tents of ease, nor thrones of power,\nShould tempt my feet to leave thy door.\n\n3 God is our sun, he makes our day;\nGod is our shield, he guards our way\nFrom all th' assaults of hell and sin,\nFrom foes without, and foes within.\n\n4 All needful grace will God bestow,\nAnd crown that grace with glory too:\nHe gives us all things, and withholds\nNo real good from upright souls.\n\n5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway\nThe glorious hosts of heaven obey,\nAnd devils at thy presence flee,\nBlest is the man that trusts in thee.\n\n\nPsalm 84:3. 14 2 3 10. Paraphrased. C. M.\nDelight in ordinances of worship;\nor, God present in his churches.\n\n1 My soul, how lovely is the place\nTo which thy God resorts!\n'Tis heaven to see his smiling face,\nTho' in his earthly courts.\n\n2 There the great Monarch of the skies\nHis saving power displays,\nAnd light breaks in upon our eyes\nWith kind and quickening rays.\n\n3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove\nDescends and fills the place,\nWhile Christ reveals his wondrous love,\nAnd sheds abroad his grace.\n\n4 There, mighty God, thy words declare\nThe secrets of thy will;\nAnd still we seek thy mercy there,\nAnd sing thy praises still.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 My heart and flesh cry out for thee,\nWhile far from thine abode:\nWhen shall I tread thy courts, and see\nMy Saviour and my God?\n\n6 The sparrow builds herself a nest,\nAnd suffers no remove;\nO make me like the sparrows, blest,\nTo dwell but where I love.\n\n7 To sit one day beneath thine eye,\nAnd hear thy gracious voice,\nExceeds a whole eternity\nEmploy'd in carnal joys.\n\n8 Lord, at thy threshold I would wait,\nWhile Jesus is within,\nRather than fill a throne of state,\nOr live in tents of sin.\n\n9 Could I command the spacious land,\nAnd the more boundless sea,\nFor one blest hour at thy right hand\nI'd give them both away.\n\n\nPsalm 84:4. As the 148th Psalm.\nLonging for the house of God.\n\n1 Lord of the worlds above,\nHow pleasant and how fair\nThe dwellings of thy love,\nThy earthly temples are!\nTo thine abode\nMy heart aspires,\nWith warm desires\nTo see my God.\n\n2 The sparrow, for her young,\nWith pleasure seeks her nest;\nAnd wandering swallows long\nTo find their wonted rest:\nMy spirit faints\nWith equal zeal\nTo rise and dwell\nAmong thy saints.\n\n3 O happy souls that pray\nWhere God appoints to hear!\nO happy men that pay\nTheir constant service there!\nThey praise thee still;\nAnd happy they\nThat love the way\nTo Zion's hill.\n\n4 They go from strength to strength,\nThro' this dark vale of tears,\nTill each arrives at length,\nTill each in heaven appears:\nO glorious seat,\nWhen God our king\nShall thither bring\nOur willing feet!\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 To spend one sacred day\nWhere God and saints abide,\nAffords diviner joy\nThan thousand days beside;\nWhere God resorts,\nI love it more\nTo keep the door\nThan shine in courts.\n\n6 God is our sun and shield,\nOur light and our defence\nWith gifts his hands are fill'd,\nWe draw our blessings thence;\nHe shall bestow\nOn Jacob's race\nPeculiar grace\nAnd glory too.\n\n7 The Lord his people loves;\nHis hand no good withholds\nFrom those his heart approves,\nFrom pure and pious souls:\nThrice happy he,\nO God of hosts,\nWhose spirit trusts\nAlone in thee.\n\n\nPsalm 85:1. 1-8. First Part.\nWaiting for an answer to prayer; or,\nDeliverance begun and completed.\n\n1 Lord, thou hast call'd thy grace to mind,\nThou hast revers'd our heavy doom:\nSo God forgave when Israel sinn'd,\nAnd brought his wandering captives home.\n\n2 Thou hast begun to set us free,\nAnd made thy fiercest wrath abate;\nNow let our hearts be turn'd to thee,\nAnd thy salvation be complete.\n\n3 Revive our dying graces, Lord,\nAnd let thy saints in thee rejoice;\nMake known thy truth, fulfil thy word,\nWe wait for praise to tune our voice.\n\n4 We wait to hear what God will say;\nHe'll speak, and give his people peace;\nBut let them run no more astray,\nLest his returning wrath increase.\n\n\nPsalm 85:2. 9 &c. Second Part.\nSalvation by Christ.\n\n1 Salvation is for ever nigh\nThe souls that fear and trust the Lord;\nAnd grace descending from on high,\nFresh hopes of glory shall afford.\n\n2 Mercy and truth on earth are met,\nSince Christ the Lord came down from heaven;\nBy his obedience, so complete,\nJustice is pleas'd, and peace is given.\n\n3 Now truth and honour shall abound,\nReligion dwell on earth again,\nAnd heavenly influence bless the ground\nIn our Redeemer's gentle reign.\n\n4 His righteousness is gone before\nTo give us free access to God;\nOur wandering feet shall stray no more,\nBut mark his steps and keep the road.\n\n\nPsalm 86. 8-13.\nA general song of praise to God.\n\n1 Among the princes, earthly gods,\nThere's none hath power divine;\nNor is their nature, mighty Lord,\nNor are their works like thine.\n\n2 The nations thou hast made shall bring\nTheir offerings round thy throne;\nFor thou alone dost wondrous things,\nFor thou art God alone.\n\n3 Lord, I would walk with holy feet;\nTeach me thine heavenly ways,\nAnd my poor scatter'd thoughts unite\nIn God my Father's praise.\n\n4 Great is thy mercy, and my tongue\nShall those sweet wonders tell,\nHow by thy grace my sinking soul\nRose from the deeps of hell.\n\n\nPsalm 87.\nThe church the birth-place of the saints; or,\nJews and Gentiles united in the Christian Church.\n\n1 God in his earthly temple lays\nFoundations for his heavenly praise:\nHe likes the tents of Jacob well,\nBut still in Zion loves to dwell.\n\n2 His mercy visits every house\nThat pay their night and morning vows;\nBut makes a more delightful stay\nWhere churches meet to praise and pray.\n\n3 What glories were describ'd of old!\nWhat wonders are of Zion told!\nThou city of our God below,\nThy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know.\n\n4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew,\nShall there begin their lives anew:\nAngels and men shall join to sing\nThe hill where living waters spring.\n\n5. When God makes up his last account\nOf natives in his holy mount,\n'Twill be an honour to appear\nAs one new-born or nourish'd there.\n\n\nPsalm 89:1. First Part. L. M.\nThe covenant made with Christ; or, the true David.\n\n1 For ever shall my song record\nThe truth and mercy of the Lord;\nMercy and truth for ever stand,\nLike heaven, establish'd by his hand.\n\n2 Thus to his Son he sware, and said,\n\"With thee my covenant first is made;\n\"In thee shall dying sinners live,\n\"Glory and grace are thine to give.\n\n3 \"Be thou my prophet, thou my priest;\n\"Thy children shall be ever blest;\n\"Thou art my chosen king; thy throne\n\"Shall stand eternal like my own.\n\n4 \"There's none of all my sons above,\n\"So much my image or my love;\n\"Celestial powers thy subjects are,\n\"Then what can earth to thee compare?\n\n5 \"David, my servant, whom I chose\n\"To guard my flock, to crush my foes,\n\"And rais'd him to the Jewish throne,\n\"Was but a shadow of my Son.\"\n\n6 Now let the church rejoice and sing\nJesus her Saviour and her King:\nAngels his heavenly wonders show,\nAnd saints declare his works below.\n\n\nPsalm 89:2. First Part. C. M.\nThe faithfulness of God.\n\n1 My never-ceasing songs shall show\nThe mercies of the Lord,\nAnd make succeeding ages know\nHow faithful is his word.\n\n2 The sacred truths his lips pronounce\nShall firm as heaven endure;\nAnd if he speak a promise once,\nTh' eternal grace is sure.\n\n3 How long the race of David held\nThe promis'd Jewish throne!\nBut there's a nobler covenant seal'd\nTo David's greater Son.\n\n4 His seed for ever shall possess\nA throne above the skies;\nThe meanest subject of his grace\nShall to that glory rise.\n\n5 Lord God of hosts, thy wondrous ways\nAre sung by saints above;\nAnd saints on earth their honours raise\nTo thine unchanging love.\n\n\nPsalm 89:3. 7 &c. Second Part.\nThe power and majesty of God;\nor, Reverential worship.\n\n1 With reverence let the saints appear\nAnd bow before the Lord,\nHis high commands with reverence hear,\nAnd tremble at his word.\n\n2 How terrible thy glories be!\nHow bright thine armies shine!\nWhere is the power that vies with thee?\nOr truth compar'd to thine?\n\n3 The northern pole and southern rest\nOn thy supporting hand;\nDarkness and day from east to west\nMove round at thy command.\n\n4 Thy words the raging wind control,\nAnd rule the boisterous deep;\nThou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,\nThe rolling billows sleep.\n\n5 Heaven, earth, and air, and sea are thine,\nAnd the dark world of hell:\nHow did thine arm in vengeance shine\nWhen Egypt durst rebel!\n\n6 Justice and judgment are thy throne,\nYet wondrous is thy grace;\nWhile truth and mercy join'd in one\nInvite us near thy face.\n\n\nPsalm 89:4. 15 &c. Third Part.\nA blessed gospel.\n\n1 Blest are the souls that hear and know\nThe gospel's joyful sound;\nPeace shall attend the path they go,\nAnd light their steps surround.\n\n2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up\nThro' their Redeemer's Name;\nHis righteousness exalts their hope,\nNor Satan dares condemn.\n\n3 The Lord, our glory and defence,\nStrength and salvation gives;\nIsrael, thy king for ever reigns,\nThy God for ever lives.\n\n\nPsalm 89:5. 19 &c. Fourth Part.\nChrist's mediatorial kingdom; or,\nHis divine and human nature.\n\n1 Hear what the Lord in vision said,\nAnd made his mercy known:\n\"Sinners, behold your help is laid\n\"On my almighty Son.\n\n2 \"Behold the man my wisdom chose\n\"Among your mortal race;\n\"His head my holy oil o'erflows,\n\"The Spirit of my grace.\n\n3 \"High shall he reign on David's throne,\n\"My people's better King;\n\"My arm shall beat his rivals down,\n\"And still new subjects bring.\n\n4 \"My truth shall guard him in his way,\n\"With mercy by his side,\n\"While, in my name thro' earth and sea\n\"He shall in triumph ride.\n\n5 \"Me for his Father and his God\n\"He shall for ever own,\n\"Call me his rock, his high abode;\n\"And I'll support my Son.\n\n6 \"My first-born Son array'd in grace\n\"At my right-hand shall sit;\n\"Beneath him angels know their place,\n\"And monarchs at his feet.\n\n7 \"My covenant stands for ever fast,\n\"My promises are strong;\n\"Firm as the heavens his throne shall last,\n\"His seed endure as long.\"\n\n\nPsalm 89:6. 30 &c. Fifth Part.\nThe covenant of grace unchangeable;\nor, Afflictions without rejection.\n\n1 \"Yet (saith the Lord) if David's race,\n\"The children of my Son,\n\"Should break my laws, abuse my grace,\n\"And tempt mine anger down;\n\n2 \"Their sins I'll visit with the rod,\n\"And make their folly smart;\n\"But I'll not cease to be their God,\n\"Nor from my truth depart.\n\n3 \"My covenant I will ne'er revoke,\n\"But keep my grace in mind;\n\"And what eternal love hath spoke\n\"Eternal truth shall bind.\n\n4 \"Once have I sworn (I need no more)\n\"And pledg'd my holiness\n\"To seal the sacred promise sure\n\"To David and his race.\n\n5 \"The sun shall see his offspring rise\n\"And spread from sea to sea,\n\"Long as he travels round the skies\n\"To give the nations day.\n\n6 \"Sure as the moon that rules the night\n\"His kingdom shall endure,\n\"Till the fix'd laws of shade and light\n\"Shall be observ'd no more.\"\n\n\nPsalm 89:7. 47 &c. Sixth Part.\nMortality and hope.\nA funeral psalm.\n\n1 Remember, Lord, our mortal state,\nHow frail our life, how short the date!\nWhere is the man that draws his breath\nSafe from disease, secure from death?\n\n2 Lord, while we see whole nations die,\nOur flesh and sense repine and cry,\n\"Must death for ever rage and reign?\n\"Or hast thou made mankind in vain?\n\n3 \"Where is thy promise to the just?\n\"Are not thy servants turn'd to dust?\"\nBut faith forbids these mournful sighs,\nAnd sees the sleeping dust arise.\n\n4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day\nWipes the reproach of saints away,\nAnd clears the honour of thy word;\nAwake our souls, and bless the Lord.\n\n\nPsalm 89:8. 47 &c. Last Part.\nAs the 113th Psalm.\nLife, death, and the resurrection.\n\n1 Think, mighty God, on feeble man,\nHow few his hours, how short his span!\nShort from the cradle to the grave:\nWho can secure his vital breath\nAgainst the bold demands of death,\nWith skill to fly, or power to save?\n\n2 Lord, shall it be for ever said,\n\"The race of man was only made\n\"For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?\"\nAre not thy servants day by day\nSent to their graves, and turn'd to clay?\nLord, where's thy kindness to the just?\n\n3 Hast thou not promis'd to thy Son\nAnd all his seed a heavenly crown?\nBut flesh and sense indulge despair;\nFor ever blessed be the Lord,\nThat faith can read his holy word,\nAnd find a resurrection there.\n\n4 For ever blessed be the Lord,\nWho gives his saints a long reward\nFor all their toil, reproach and pain;\nLet all below and all above\nJoin to proclaim thy wondrous love,\nAnd each repeat their loud Amen.\n\n\nPsalm 90:1. L. M.\nMan mortal, and God eternal.\nA mournful song at a funeral.\n\n1 Thro' every age, eternal God,\nThou art our rest, our safe abode;\nHigh was thy throne ere heaven was made,\nOr earth thy humble footstool laid.\n\n2 Long hadst thou reign'd ere time began,\nOr dust was fashion'd to a man;\nAnd long thy kingdom shall endure\nWhen earth and time shall be no more.\n\n3 But man, weak man, is born to die,\nMade up of guilt and vanity;\nThy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just,\n\"Return, ye sinners, to your dust.\"\n\n4 [A thousand of our years amount\nScarce to a day in thine account;\nLike yesterday's departed light,\nOr the last watch of ending night.]\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 Death like an overflowing stream\nSweeps us away; our life's a dream;\nAn empty tale; a morning flower\nCut down and wither'd in an hour.\n\n6 [Our age to seventy years is set;\nHow short the term! how frail the state!\nAnd if to eighty we arrive,\nWe rather sigh and groan than live.\n\n7 But O how oft thy wrath appears,\nAnd cuts off our expected years!\nThy wrath awakes our humble dread;\nWe fear the power that strikes us dead.]\n\n8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;\nAnd kindly lengthen out our span,\nTill a wise care of piety\nFit us to die, and dwell with thee.\n\n\nPsalm 90:2. 1-5. First Part. C. M.\nMan frail, and God eternal.\n\n1 Our God, our help in ages past,\nOur hope for years to come,\nOur shelter from the stormy blast,\nAnd our eternal home.\n\n2 Under the shadow of thy throne\nThy saints have dwelt secure;\nSufficient is thine arm alone,\nAnd our defence is sure.\n\n3 Before the hills in order stood,\nOr earth receiv'd her frame,\nFrom everlasting thou art God,\nTo endless years the same.\n\n4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust,\n\"Return, ye sons of men:\"\nAll nations rose from earth at first,\nAnd turn to earth again.\n\n5 A thousand ages in thy sight\nAre like an evening gone;\nShort as the watch that ends the night\nBefore the rising sun.\n\n6 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood,\nWith all their lives and cares,\nAre carried downwards by thy flood,\nAnd lost in following years.\n\n7 Time like an ever-rolling stream\nBears all its Sons away;\nThey fly forgotten as a dream\nDies at the opening day.\n\n8 Like flowery fields the nations stand\nPleas'd with the morning light;\nThe flowers beneath the mower's hand\nLie withering ere 'tis night.]\n\n9 Our God, our help in ages past,\nOur hope for years to come,\nBe thou our guard while troubles last,\nAnd our eternal home.\n\n\nPsalm 90:3. 8 11 9 10 12. 2d Part. C. M.\nInfirmities and mortality the effect of sin; or,\nLife, old age, and preparation for death.\n\n1 Lord, if thine eyes survey our faults,\nAnd justice grow severe,\nThy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts,\nAnd burns beyond our fear.\n\n2 Thine anger turns our frame to dust;\nBy one offence to thee\nAdam with all his sons have lost\nTheir immortality.\n\n3 Life like a vain amusement flies,\nA fable or a song;\nBy swift degrees our nature dies,\nNor can our joys be long.\n\n4 'Tis but a few whose days amount\nTo threescore years and ten,\nAnd all beyond that short account\nis sorrow, toil, and pain.\n\n5 [Our vitals with laborious strife\nBear up the crazy load,\nAnd drag those poor remains of life\nAlong the tiresome road.]\n\n6 Almighty God, reveal thy love,\nAnd not thy wrath alone;\nO let our sweet experience prove\nThe mercies of thy throne!\n\n7 Our souls would learn the heavenly art\nT' improve the hours we have,\nThat we may act the wiser part,\nAnd live beyond the grave.\n\n\nPsalm 90:4. 13 &c. Third Part. C. M.\nBreathing after heaven.\n\n1 Return, O God of love, return;\nEarth is a tiresome place:\nHow long shall we thy children mourn\nOur absence from thy face!\n\n2 Let heaven succeed our painful years,\nLet sin and sorrow cease,\nAnd in proportion to our tears\nSo make our joys increase.\n\n3 Thy wonders to thy servants show,\nMake thy own work complete,\nThen shall our souls thy glory know,\nAnd own thy love was great.\n\n4 Then shall we shine before thy throne\nIn all thy beauty, Lord;\nAnd the poor service we have done\nMeet a divine reward.\n\n\nPsalm 90:5. 5 10 12. S. M.\nThe frailty and shortness of life.\n\n1 Lord what a feeble piece\nIs this our mortal frame!\nOur life how poor a trifle 'tis,\nThat scarce deserves the name!\n\n2 Alas the brittle clay\nThat built our body first!\nAnd every month, and every day\n'Tis mouldering back to dust.\n\n3 Our moments fly apace,\nNor will our minutes stay;\nJust like a flood our hasty days\nAre sweeping us away.\n\n4 Well if our days must fly,\nWe'll keep their end in sight,\nWe'll spend them all in wisdom's way,\nAnd let them speed their flight.\n\n5 They'll waft us sooner o'er\nThis life's tempestuous sea:\nSoon we shall reach the peaceful shore\nOf blest eternity.\n\n\nPsalm 91:1. 1-7. First Part.\nSafety in public diseases and dangers.\n\n1 He that hath made his refuge God,\nShall find a most secure abode,\nShall walk all day beneath his shade,\nAnd there at night shall rest his head.\n\n2 Then will I say, \"My God, thy power\n\"Shall be my fortress and my tower;\n\"I that am form'd of feeble dust\n\"Make thine almighty arm my trust.\"\n\n3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker's care\nShall keep thee from the fowler's snare,\nSatan, the fowler, who betrays\nUnguarded souls a thousand ways.\n\n4 Just as a hen protects her brood\nFrom birds of prey that seek their blood,\nUnder her feathers, so the Lord\nMakes his own arm his people's guard.\n\n5 If burning beams of noon conspire\nTo dart a pestilential fire,\nGod is their life; his wings are spread\nTo shield them with an healthful shade.\n\n6 If vapours with malignant breath\nRise thick and scatter midnight death,\nIsrael is safe; the poison'd air\nGrows pure if Israel's God be there.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n7 What though a thousand at thy side,\nAt thy right hand ten thousand dy'd,\nThy God his chosen people saves\nAmongst the dead, amidst the graves.\n\n8 So when he sent his angel down\nTo make his wrath in Egypt known,\nAnd slew their sons, his careful eye\nPass'd all the doors of Jacob by.\n\n9 But if the fire, or plague, or sword,\nReceive commission from the Lord\nTo strike his saints among the rest,\nTheir very pains and deaths are blest.\n\n10 The sword, the pestilence or fire\nShall but fulfil their best desire,\nFrom sins and sorrows set them free,\nAnd bring thy children, Lord, to thee.\n\n\nPsalm 91:2. 1-16. Second Part.\nProtection from death, guard of\nangels, victory and deliverance.\n\n1 Ye sons of men, a feeble race,\nExpos'd to every snare,\nCome make the Lord your dwelling-place,\nAnd try and trust his care.\n\n2 No ill shall enter where you dwell;\nOr if the plague come nigh,\nAnd sweep the wicked down to hell,\n'Twill raise his saints on high.\n\n3 He'll give his angels charge to keep\nYour feet in all their ways;\nTo watch your pillow while you sleep,\nAnd guard your happy days.\n\n4 Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall\nAnd dash against the stones:\nAre they not servants at his call,\nAnd sent t' attend his sons?\n\n5 Adders and lions ye shall tread;\nThe tempter's wiles defeat;\nHe that hath broke the serpent's head\nPuts him beneath your feet.\n\n6 \"Because on me they set their love\n\"I'll save them,\" saith the Lord;\n\"I'll bear their joyful souls above\n\"Destruction and the sword.\n\n7 \"My grace shall answer when they call;\n\"In trouble I'll be nigh;\n\"My power shall help them when they fall,\n\"And raise them when they die.\n\n8 \"Those that on earth my Name have known,\n\"I'll honour them in heaven;\n\"There my salvation shall be shown,\n\"And endless life be given.\"\n\n\nPsalm 92:1. First Part.\nA psalm for the Lord's day.\n\n1 Sweet is the work, my God my King,\nTo praise thy Name, give thanks and sing,\nTo shew thy love by morning light,\nAnd talk of all thy truth at night.\n\n2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,\nNo mortal cares shall seize my breast;\nO may my heart in tune be found\nLike David's harp of solemn sound!\n\n3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,\nAnd bless his works, and bless his word;\nThy works of grace, how bright they shine!\nHow deep thy counsels! how divine!\n\n4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high;\nLike brutes they live, like brutes they die;\nLike grass they flourish, till thy breath\nBlast them in everlasting death.\n\n5 But I shall share a glorious part\nWhen grace hath well refin'd my heart,\nAnd fresh supplies of joy are shed\nLike holy oil, to cheer my head.\n\n6 Sin, (my worst enemy before)\nShall vex my eyes and ears no more;\nMy inward foes shall all be slain,\nNor Satan break my peace again.\n\n7 Then shall I see, and hear, and know,\nAll I desir'd or wish'd below;\nAnd every power find sweet employ\nIn that eternal world of joy.\n\n\nPsalm 92:2. 12 &c. Second Part.\nThe church is the garden of God.\n\n1 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand\nIn gardens planted by thine hand;\nLet me within thy courts be seen\nLike a young cedar fresh and green.\n\n2 There grow thy saints in faith and love,\nBlest with thine influence from above;\nNot Lebanon with all its trees\nYields such a comely sight as these.\n\n3 The plants of grace shall ever live;\n(Nature decays but grace must thrive)\nTime, that doth all things else impair,\nStill makes them flourish strong and fair.\n\n4 Laden with fruits of age, they shew\nThe Lord is holy, just, and true;\nNone that attend his gates shall find\nA God unfaithful or unkind.\n\n\nPsalm 93:1. 1st Metre. As 100th Psalm.\nThe eternal and sovereign God.\n\n1 Jehovah reigns; he dwells in light,\nGirded with majesty and might:\nThe world created by his hands\nStill on its first foundation stands.\n\n2 But ere this spacious world was made,\nOr had its first foundations laid,\nThy throne eternal ages stood,\nThyself the ever-living God.\n\n3 Like floods the angry nations rise\nAnd aim their rage against the skies;\nVain floods that aim their rage so high!\nAt thy rebuke the billows die.\n\n4 For ever shall thy throne endure;\nThy promise stands for ever sure;\nAnd everlasting holiness\nBecomes the dwellings of thy grace.\n\n\nPsalm 93:2. 2d M. As the old 50th Psalm.\nThe same.\n\n1 The Lord of glory reigns; he reigns on high;\nHis robes of state are strength and majesty:\nThis wide creation rose at his command,\nBuilt by his word, and 'stablish'd by his hand:\nLong stood his throne ere he began creation,\nAnd his own Godhead is the firm foundation.\n\n2 God is th' eternal King: thy foes in vain\nRaise their rebellions to confound thy reign:\nIn vain the storms, in vain the floods arise,\nAnd roar and toss their waves against the skies;\nFoaming at heaven, they rage with wild commotion,\nBut heaven's high arches scorn the swelling ocean.\n\n3 Ye tempests, rage no more; ye floods, be still;\nAnd the mad world submissive to his will:\nBuilt on his truth, his church must ever stand;\nFirm are his promises, and strong his hand:\nSee his own sons, when they appear before him,\nBow at his footstool, and with fear adore him.\n\n\nPsalm 93:3. 3d M. As the old 122d Psalm.\nThe same.\n\n1 The Lord Jehovah reigns\nAnd royal state maintains,\nHis head with awful glories crown'd;\nArray'd in robes of light,\nBegirt with sovereign might,\nAnd rays of majesty around.\n\n2 Upheld by thy commands\nThe world securely stands;\nAnd skies and stars obey thy word:\nThy throne was fix'd on high\nBefore the starry sky;\nEternal is thy kingdom, Lord.\n\n3 In vain the noisy crowd,\nLike billows fierce and loud,\nAgainst thine empire rage and roar;\nIn vain, with angry spite,\nThe surly nations fight,\nAnd dash like waves against the shore.\n\n4 Let floods and nations rage,\nAnd all their powers engage,\nLet swelling tides assault the sky;\nThe terrors of thy frown\nShall beat their madness down;\nThy throne for ever stands on high.\n\n5 Thy promises are true,\nThy grace is ever new;\nThere fix'd thy church shall ne'er remove:\nThy saints with holy fear\nShall in thy courts appear,\nAnd sing thine everlasting love.\n\nRepeat the fourth stanza to complete the old tune.\n\n\nPsalm 94:1. 1 2 7-14. First Part.\nSaints chastised, and sinners destroyed;\nor, Instructive afflictions.\n\n1 God, to whom revenge belongs,\nProclaim thy truth aloud\nLet Sovereign Power redress our wrongs,\nLet justice smite the proud.\n\n2 They say, \"The Lord nor sees nor hears;\"\nWhen will the fools be wise!\nCan he be deaf who form'd their ears?\nOr blind, who made their eyes?\n\n3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain,\nAnd they shall feel his power;\nHis wrath shall pierce their souls with pain\nIn some surprising hour.\n\n4 But if thy saints deserve rebuke,\nThou hast a gentler rod;\nThy providences and thy book\nShall make them know their God.\n\n5 Blest is the man thy hands chastise,\nAnd to his duty draw;\nThy scourges make thy children wise\nWhen they forget thy law.\n\n6 But God will ne'er cast off his saints,\nNor his own promise break;\nHe pardons his inheritance\nFor their Redeemer's sake.\n\n\nPsalm 94:2. 16-23. Second Part.\nGod our support and comfort; or, Deliverance\nfrom temptation and persecution.\n\n1 Who will arise and plead my right\nAgainst my numerous foes,\nWhile earth and hell their force unite,\nAnd all my hopes oppose?\n\n2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help,\nSustain'd my fainting head,\nMy life had now in silence dwelt,\nMy soul amongst the dead.\n\n3 \"Alas! my sliding feet,\" I cry'd;\nThy promise was my prop;\nThy grace stood constant by my side,\nThy Spirit bore me up.\n\n4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts\nWithin my bosom roll,\nThy boundless love forgives my faults,\nThy comforts cheer my soul.\n\n5 Powers of iniquity may rise,\nAnd frame pernicious laws;\nBut God, my refuge, rules the skies,\nHe will defend my cause.\n\n6 Let malice vent her rage aloud,\nLet bold blasphemers scoff;\nThe Lord our God shall judge the proud,\nAnd cut the sinners off.\n\n\nPsalm 95:1. C. M.\nA psalm before prayer.\n\n1 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's Name,\nAnd in his strength rejoice;\nWhen his salvation is our theme,\nExalted be our voice.\n\n2 With thanks approach his awful sight,\nAnd psalms of honour sing;\nThe Lord's a God of boundless might,\nThe whole creation's King.\n\n3 Let princes hear, let angels know,\nHow mean their natures seem,\nThose gods on high, and gods below,\nWhen once compar'd with him.\n\n4 Earth with its caverns dark and deep\nLies in his spacious hand,\nHe fix'd the seas what bounds to keep,\nAnd where the hills must stand.\n\n5 Come, and with humble souls adore,\nCome, kneel before his face;\nO may the creatures of his power\nBe children of his grace!\n\n6 Now is the time: he bends his ear,\nAnd waits for your request;\nCome, lest he rouse his wrath and swear\n\"Ye shall not see my rest.\"\n\n\nPsalm 95:2. S. M.\nA psalm before sermon.\n\n1 Come, sound his praise abroad,\nAnd hymns of glory sing;\nJehovah is the sovereign God,\nThe universal King.\n\nHe form'd the deeps unknown;\nHe gave the seas their bound;\nThe watery worlds are all his own,\nAnd all the solid ground.\n\n3 Come, worship at his throne,\nCome bow before the Lord:\nWe are his works and not our own;\nHe form'd us by his word.\n\n4 To-day attend his voice,\nNor dare provoke his rod;\nCome like the people of his choice,\nAnd own your gracious God.\n\n5 But if your ears refuse\nThe language of his grace,\nAnd hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews,\nThat unbelieving race;\n\n6 The Lord in vengeance drest\nWill lift his hand and swear,\n\"You that despise my promis'd rest,\n\"Shall have no portion there.\"\n\n\nPsalm 95:3. 1 2 3 6-11. L. M.\nCanaan lost through unbelief; or,\nA warning to delaying sinners.\n\n1 Come, let our voices join to raise\nA sacred song of solemn praise;\nGod is a sovereign King; rehearse\nhis honours in exalted verse.\n\n2 Come, let our souls address the Lord,\nWho fram'd our natures with his word;\nHe is our Shepherd; we the sheep\nHis mercy chose, his pastures keep.\n\n3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day,\nThe counsels of his love obey;\nNor let our harden'd hearts renew\nThe sins and plagues that Israel knew.\n\n4 Israel, that saw his works of grace,\nYet tempt their Maker to his face;\nA faithless unbelieving brood\nThat tir'd the patience of their God.\n\n5 Thus saith the Lord, \"how false they prove;\n\"Forget my power, abuse my love;\n\"Since they despise my rest, I swear,\n\"Their feet shall never enter there.\"\n\n6 [Look back my soul, with holy dread,\nAnd view those ancient rebels dead;\nAttend the offer'd grace to-day,\nNor lose the blessing by delay.\n\n7 Seize the kind promise while it waits,\nAnd march to Zion's heavenly gates;\nBelieve, and take the promis'd rest;\nObey, and be for ever blest.]\n\n\nPsalm 96:1. 1-10. &c. C. M.\nChrist's first and second coming.\n\n1 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,\nYe tribes of every tongue;\nHis new discover'd grace demands\nA new and nobler song.\n\n2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns,\nGod's own almighty Son;\nHis power the sinking world sustains,\nAnd grace surrounds his throne.\n\n3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day,\nJoy thro' the earth be seen;\nLet cities shine in bright array,\nAnd fields in cheerful green.\n\n4 Let an unusual joy surprise\nThe islands of the sea;\nYe mountains, sink, ye vallies, rise,\nPrepare the Lord his way.\n\n5 Behold he comes, he comes to bless\nThe nations as their God;\nTo shew the world his righteousness,\nAnd send his truth abroad.\n\n6 But when his voice shall raise the dead,\nAnd bid the world draw near,\nHow will the guilty nations dread\nTo see their Judge appear!\n\n\nPsalm 96:2. As the 113th Psalm.\nThe God of the Gentiles.\n\n1 Let all the earth their voices raise\nTo sing the choicest psalm of praise,\nTo sing and bless Jehovah's name:\nHis glory let the heathens know,\nHis wonders to the nations show,\nAnd all his saving works proclaim.\n\n2 The heathens know thy glory, Lord;\nThe wondering nations read thy word,\nIn Britain is Jehovah known:\nOur worship shall no more be paid\nTo gods which mortal hands have made;\nOur Maker is our God alone.\n\n3 He fram'd the globe, he built the sky,\nHe made the shining worlds on high,\nAnd reigns complete in glory there:\nHis beams are majesty and light;\nHis beauties how divinely bright!\nHis temple how divinely fair!\n\n4 Come the great day, the glorious hour,\nWhen earth shall feel his saving power,\nAnd barbarous nations fear his name;\nThen shall the race of man confess\nThe beauty of his holiness,\nAnd in his courts his grace proclaim.\n\n\nPsalm 97:1. 1-5. First Part.\nChrist reigning in heaven, and coming to judgment.\n\n1 He reigns; the Lord, the Saviour reigns;\nPraise him in evangelic strains;\nLet the whole earth in songs rejoice,\nAnd distant islands join their voice.\n\n2 Deep are his counsels and unknown;\nBut grace and truth support his throne:\nTho' gloomy clouds his ways surround,\nJustice is their eternal ground.\n\n3 In robes of judgment, lo! he comes,\nShakes the wide earth, and cleaves the tombs;\nBefore him burns devouring fire,\nThe mountains melt, the seas retire.\n\n4 His enemies, with sore dismay,\nFly from the sight, and shun the day;\nThen lift your heads, ye saints, on high,\nAnd sing, for your redemption's nigh.\n\n\nPsalm 97:2. 6-9. Second Part.\nChrist's incarnation.\n\n1 The Lord is come, the heavens proclaim\nHis birth; the nations learn his Name;\nAn unknown star directs the road\nOf eastern sages to their God.\n\n2 All ye bright armies of the skies,\nGo, worship where the Saviour lies:\nAngels and kings before him bow,\nThose gods on high, and gods below.\n\n3 Let idols totter to the ground,\nAnd their own worshippers confound;\nBut Judah shout, but Zion sing,\nAnd earth confess her sovereign King.\n\n\nPsalm 97:3. Third Part.\nGrace and glory.\n\n\n1 Th' Almighty reigns exalted high\nO'er all the earth, o'er all the sky,\nTho' clouds and darkness veil his feet,\nHis dwelling is the mercy-seat.\n\n2 O ye that love his holy Name,\nHate every work of sin and shame;\nHe guards the souls of all his friends,\nAnd from the snares of hell defends.\n\n3 Immortal light and joys unknown\nAre for the saints in darkness sown;\nThose glorious seeds shall spring and rise,\nAnd the bright harvest bless our eyes.\n\n4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record\nThe sacred honours of the Lord;\nNone but the soul that feels his grace\nCan triumph in his holiness.\n\n\nPsalm 97:4. 1 3 5-7 11. C. M.\nChrist's incarnation, and the last judgment.\n\n1 Ye islands of the northern sea,\nRejoice, the Saviour reigns;\nHis word like fire, prepares his way,\nAnd mountains melt to plains.\n\n2 His presence sinks the proudest hills,\nAnd makes the vallies rise\nThe humble soul enjoys his smiles,\nThe haughty sinner dies.\n\n3 The heavens his rightful power proclaim\nThe idol-gods around\nFill their own worshippers with shame,\nAnd totter to the ground.\n\n4 Adoring angels at his birth\nMake the Redeemer known;\nThus shall he come to judge the earth,\nAnd angels guard his throne.\n\n5 His foes shall tremble at his sight,\nAnd hills and seas retire\nHis children take their unknown flight,\nAnd leave the world in fire.\n\n6 The seeds of joy and glory sown\nFor saints in darkness here\nShall rise and spring in worlds unknown,\nAnd a rich harvest bear.\n\n\nPsalm 98:1. First Part.\nPraise for the gospel.\n\n1 To our almighty Maker, God,\nNew honours be address'd;\nhis great salvation shines abroad,\nAnd makes the nations blest.\n\n2 He spake the word to Abraham first,\nHis truth fulfils the grace:\nThe Gentiles make his Name their trust,\nAnd learn his righteousness.\n\n3 Let the whole earth his love proclaim\nWith all her different tongues;\nAnd spread the honours of his Name\nIn melody and songs.\n\n\nPsalm 98:2. Second Part.\nThe Messiah's coming and kingdom.\n\n1 Joy to the world; the Lord is come;\nLet earth receive her King;\nLet every heart prepare him room,\nAnd heaven and nature sing.\n\n2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns;\nLet men their songs employ;\nWhile fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains,\nRepeat the sounding joy.\n\n3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,\nNor thorns infest the ground;\nHe comes to make his blessings flow\nFar as the curse is found.\n\n4 He rules the world with truth and grace,\nAnd makes the nations prove\nThe glories of his righteousness,\nAnd wonders of his love.\n\n\nPsalm 99:1. First Part.\nChrist's kingdom and majesty.\n\n1 The God Jehovah reigns,\nLet all the nations fear,\nLet sinners tremble at his throne,\nAnd saints be humble there.\n\n2 Jesus the Saviour reigns,\nLet earth adore its Lord;\nBright cherubs his attendants stand,\nSwift to fulfil his word.\n\n3 In Zion is his throne,\nHis honours are divine;\nHis church shall make his wonders known,\nFor there his glories shine.\n\n4 How holy is his Name!\nHow terrible his praise!\nJustice, and truth, and judgment join\nIn all his works of grace.\n\n\nPsalm 99:2. Second Part.\nA holy God worshipped with reverence.\n\n1 Exalt the Lord our God,\nAnd worship at his feet;\nHis nature is all holiness,\nAnd mercy is his seat.\n\n2 When Israel was his church,\nWhen Aaron was his priest,\nWhen Moses cry'd, when Samuel pray'd,\nHe gave his people rest.\n\n3 Oft he forgave their sins,\nNor would destroy their race;\nAnd oft he made his vengeance known,\nWhen they abus'd his grace.\n\n4 Exalt the Lord our God,\nWhose grace is still time same;\nStill he's a God of holiness,\nAnd jealous for his Name.\n\n\nPsalm 100:1. 1st M. A plain translation.\nPraise to our Creator.\n\n1 Ye nations round the earth rejoice\nBefore the Lord, your sovereign King;\nServe him with cheerful heart and voice,\nWith all your tongues his glory sing.\n\n2 The Lord is God; 'tis he alone\nDoth life, and breath, and being give:\nWe are his work, and not our own;\nThe sheep that on his pastures live.\n\n\n3 Enter his gates with songs of joy,\nWith praises to his courts repair,\nAnd make it your divine employ\nTo pay your thanks and honours there.\n\n4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind;\nGreat is his grace, his mercy sure;\nAnd the whole race of man shall find\nHis truth from age to age endure.\n\n\nPsalm 100:2. 2d M. A Paraphrase.\n\n1 Sing to the Lord with joyful voice;\nLet every land his name adore;\nThe British isles shall send the noise\nAcross the ocean to the shore.\n\n2 Nations, attend before his throne\nWith solemn fear, with sacred joy;\nKnow that the Lord is God alone;\nHe can create, and he destroy.\n\n3 His sovereign power, without our aid,\nMade us of clay, and form'd us men;\nAnd when like wandering sheep we stray'd,\nHe brought us to his fold again.\n\n4 We are his people, we his care,\nOur souls and all our mortal frame:\nWhat lasting honours shall we rear,\nAlmighty Maker, to thy Name!\n\n5 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,\nHigh as the heavens our voices raise;\nAnd earth with her ten thousand tongues\nShall fill thy courts with sounding praise.\n\n6 Wide as the world is thy command,\nVast as eternity thy love;\nFirm as a rock thy truth must stand\nWhen rolling years shall cease to move.\n\n\nPsalm 101:1. L. M.\nThe Magistrate's psalm.\n\n1 Mercy and judgment are my song;\nAnd since they both to thee belong,\nMy gracious God, my righteous King,\nTo thee my songs and vows I bring.\n\n2 If I am rais'd to bear the sword,\nI'll take my counsels from thy word;\nThy justice and thy heavenly grace\nShall be the pattern of my ways.\n\n3 Let wisdom all my actions guide,\nAnd let my God with me reside;\nNo wicked thing shall dwell with me,\nWhich may provoke thy jealousy.\n\n4 No sons of slander, rage and strife\nShall be companions of my life;\nThe haughty look, the heart of pride\nWithin my doors shall ne'er abide.\n\n5 [I'll search the land, and raise the just\nTo posts of honour, wealth and trust:\nThe men that work thy holy will,\nShall be my friends and favourites still.]\n\n6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise\nBy flattering or malicious lies;\nAnd while the innocent I guard,\nThe bold offender shan't be spar'd.\n\n7 The impious crew (that factious band)\nShall hide their heads, or quit the land;\nAnd all that break the public rest,\nWhere I have power shall be supprest.\n\n\nPsalm 101:2. C. M.\nA psalm for a master of a family.\n\n1 Of justice and of grace I sing,\nAnd pay my God my vows;\nThy grace and justice, heavenly King,\nTeach me to rule my house.\n\n2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,\nAnd make thy servant wise;\nI'll suffer nothing near me there\nThat shall offend thine eyes.\n\n3 The man that doth his neighbour wrong,\nBy falsehood or by force;\nThe scornful eye, the slanderous tongue,\nI'll thrust them from my doors.\n\n4 I'll seek the faithful and the just\nAnd will their help enjoy;\nThese are the friends that I shall trust,\nThe servants I'll employ.\n\n5 The wretch that deals in sly deceit,\nI'll not endure a night;\nThe liar's tongue I ever hate,\nAnd banish from my sight.\n\n6 I'll purge my family around,\nAnd make the wicked flee;\nSo shall my house be ever found\nA dwelling fit for thee.\n\n\nPsalm 102:1. 1-13 20 21. First Part.\nA prayer of the afflicted.\n\n1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face,\nBut answer lest I die;\nHast thou not built a throne of grace\nTo hear when sinners cry?\n\n2 My days are wasted like the smoke\nDissolving in the air;\nMy strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,\nAnd sinking in despair.\n\n3 My spirits flag like withering grass\nBurnt with excessive heat;\nIn secret groans my minutes pass,\nAnd I forget to eat.\n\n4 As on some lonely building's top\nThe sparrow tells her moan,\nFar from the tents of joy and hope\nI sit and grieve alone.\n\n5 My soul is like a wilderness,\nWhere beasts of midnight howl;\nThere the sad raven finds her place,\nAnd there the screaming owl.\n\n6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears\nDwell in my troubled breast;\nWhile sharp reproaches wound my ears,\nNor give my spirit rest.\n\n7 My cup is mingled with my woes,\nAnd tears are my repast;\nMy daily bread like ashes grows\nUnpleasant to my taste.\n\n8 Sense can afford no real joy\nTo souls that feel thy frown;\nLord, 'twas thy hand advanc'd me high,\nThy hand hath cast me down.\n\n9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear,\nAnd life's declining light\nGrows faint as evening shadows are,\nThat vanish into night.\n\n10 But thou for ever art the same,\nO my eternal God:\nAges to come shall know thy Name,\nAnd spread thy works abroad.\n\n11 Thou wilt arise and shew thy face,\nNor will my Lord delay\nBeyond th' appointed hour of grace,\nThat long expected day.\n\n12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,\nAnd by mysterious ways\nRedeems the prisoners doom'd to die,\nAnd fills their tongues with praise.\n\n\nPsalm 102:2. 13-21. Second Part.\nPrayer heard and Zion restored.\n\n1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice,\nBehold the promis'd hour;\nHer God hath heard her mourning voice,\nAnd comes t' exalt his power.\n\n2 Her dust and ruins that remain\nAre precious in our eyes;\nThose ruins shall be built again,\nAnd all that dust shall rise.\n\n3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,\nAnd stand in glory there;\nNations shall bow before has name,\nAnd kings attend with fear.\n\n4 He sits a sovereign on his throne,\nWith pity in his eyes;\nHe hears the dying prisoners groan,\nAnd sees their sighs arise.\n\n5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death,\nAnd when his saints complain,\nIt shan't be said 'That praying breath\n'Was ever spent in vain.'\n\n6 This shall be known when we are dead,\nAnd left on long record,\nThat ages yet unborn may read,\nAnd trust, and praise the Lord.\n\n\nPsalm 102:3. 25-28. Third Part.\nMan's mortality and Christ's eternity; or,\nSaints die, but Christ and the church live.\n\n1 It is the Lord our Saviour's hand\nWeakens our strength amidst the race;\nDisease and death at his command\nArrest us, and cut short our days.\n\n2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,\nNor let our sun go down at noon:\nThy years are one eternal day,\nAnd must thy children die so soon?\n\n3 Yet in the midst of death and grief\nThis thought our sorrow shall assuage,\n\"Our Father and our Saviour live;\n\"Christ is the same thro' every age.\"\n\n4 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid;\nHeaven is the building of his hand:\nThis earth grows old, these heavens shall fade,\nAnd all be chang'd at his command.\n\n5 The starry curtains of the sky\nLike garments shall be laid aside;\nBut still thy throne stands firm and high;\nThy church for ever must abide.\n\n6 Before thy face thy church shall live,\nAnd on thy throne thy children reign;\nThis dying world shall they survive,\nAnd the dead saints be rais'd again.\n\n\nPsalm 103:1. 1-7. First Part. L. M.\nBlessing God for his goodness to soul and body.\n\n1 Bless, O my soul, the living God,\nCall home thy thoughts that rove abroad;\nLet all the powers within me join\nIn work and worship so divine.\n\n2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;\nHis favours claim thy highest praise;\nWhy should the wonders he hath wrought\nBe lost in silence and forgot?\n\n3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son\nTo die for crimes which thou hast done;\nHe owns the ransom; and forgives\nThe hourly follies of our lives.\n\n4 The vices of the mind he heals,\nAnd cures the pains that nature feels;\nRedeems the soul from hell, and saves\nOur wasting life from threat'ning graves.\n\n5 Our youth decay'd his power repairs;\nHis mercy crowns our growing years;\nHe satisfies our mouth with good,\nAnd fills our hopes with heavenly food.\n\n6 He sees th' oppressor and th' opprest,\nAnd often gives the sufferers rest;\nBut will his justice more display\nIn the last great rewarding day.\n\n7 [His power he shew'd by Moses' hands,\nAnd gave to Israel his commands;\nBut sent his truth and mercy down\nTo all the nations by his Son.\n\n8 Let the whole earth his power confess,\nLet the whole earth adore his grace;\nThe Gentile with the Jew shall join\nIn work and worship so divine.]\n\n\nPsalm 103:2. 8-18. Second Part. L. M.\nGod's gentle chastisement; or,\nHis tender mercy to his people.\n\n1. The Lord, how wondrous are his ways:\nHow firm his truth how large his grace;\nHe takes his mercy for his throne,\nAnd thence he makes his glories known.\n\n2 Not half so high his power hath spread\nThe starry heavens above our head,\nAs his rich love exceeds our praise,\nExceeds the highest hopes we raise.\n\n3 Not half so far hath nature plac'd\nThe rising morning from the west,\nAs his forgiving grace removes\nThe daily guilt of those he loves.\n\n4 How slowly doth his wrath arise!\nOn swifter wings salvation flies;\nAnd if he lets his anger burn,\nHow soon his frowns to pity turn!\n\n5 Amidst his wrath compassion shines;\nHis strokes are lighter than our sins;\nAnd while his rod corrects his saints,\nHis ear indulges their complaints.\n\n6 So fathers their young sons chastise,\nWith gentle hand and melting eyes;\nThe children weep beneath the smart,\nAnd move the pity of their heart.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n7 The mighty God, the wise, and just,\nKnows that our frame is feeble dust;\nAnd will no heavy loads impose\nBeyond the strength that he bestows.\n\n8 He knows how soon our nature dies,\nBlasted by every wind that flies;\nLike grass we spring, and die as soon,\nOr morning flowers that fade at noon.\n\n9 But his eternal love is sure\nTo all the saints, and shall endure:\nFrom age to age his truth shall reign,\nNor children's children hope in vain.\n\n\nPsalm 103:3. 1-7. First Part, S. M.\nPraise for spiritual and temporal mercies.\n\n1 O Bless the Lord, my soul;\nLet all within me join,\nAnd aid my tongue to bless his Name,\nWhose favours are divine.\n\n2 O bless the Lord, my soul;\nNor let his mercies lie\nForgotten in unthankfulness,\nAnd without praises die.\n\n3 'Tis he forgives thy sins,\n'Tis he relieves thy pain,\n'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,\nAnd makes thee young again.\n\n4 He crowns thy life with love,\nWhen ransom'd from the grave;\nHe that redeem'd my soul from hell\nHath sovereign power to save.\n\n5 He fills the poor with good;\nHe gives the sufferers rest;\nThe Lord hath judgments for the proud,\nAnd justice for th' opprest.\n\n6 His wondrous works and ways\nHe made by Moses known;\nBut sent the world his truth and grace\nBy his beloved Son.\n\n\nPsalm 103:4. 8-18. Second Part. S. M.\nAbounding compassion of God; or,\nMercy in the midst of judgment.\n\n1 My soul, repeat his praise\nWhose mercies are so great,\nWhose anger is so slow to rise,\nSo ready to abate.\n\n2 God will not always chide;\nAnd when his strokes are felt,\nHis strokes are fewer than our crimes,\nAnd lighter than our guilt.\n\n3 High as the heavens are rais'd\nAbove the ground we tread,\nSo far the riches of his grace\nOur highest thoughts exceed.\n\n4 His power subdues our sins;\nAnd his forgiving love,\nFar as the east is from the west,\nDoth all our guilt remove.\n\n5 The pity of the Lord\nTo those that fear his Name,\nIs such as tender parents feel;\nHe knows our feeble frame.\n\n6 He knows we are but dust,\nScatter'd with every breath;\nHis anger, like a rising wind,\nCan send us swift to death.\n\n7 Our days are as the grass,\nOr like the morning flower;\nIf one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,\nIt withers in an hour.\n\n8 But thy compassions, Lord,\nTo endless years endure;\nAnd children's children ever find\nThy words of promise sure.\n\n\nPsalm 103:5. 19-22. Third Part. S. M.\nGod's universal dominion;\nor, Angels praise the Lord.\n\n1 The lord, the sovereign King,\nHath fix'd his throne on high;\nO'er all the heavenly world he rules,\nAnd all beneath the sky.\n\n2 Ye angels great in might,\nAnd swift to do his will,\nBless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear,\nWhose pleasure ye fulfil.\n\n3 Let the bright hosts who wait\nThe orders of their King,\nAnd guard his churches when they pray,\nJoin in the praise they sing.\n\n4 While all his wondrous works,\nThro' his vast kingdoms shew\nTheir Maker's glory, thou, my soul,\nShalt sing his graces too.\n\n\nPsalm 104.\nThe glory of God in creation and providence.\n\n1 My soul, thy great Creator praise;\nWhen cloth'd in his celestial rays\nHe in full Majesty appears,\nAnd, like a robe, his glory wears.\n\nNote, This psalm may be sung to the tune of the old 112th or 127th\nPsalm, by adding the two following lines to every stanza, viz.\n\nGreat is the Lord; what tongue can frame\nAn equal honour to his Name?\n\nOtherwise it must be sung as the 100th psalm.\n\n2 The heavens are for his curtains spread,\nTh' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed;\nClouds are his chariot, when he flies\nOn winged storms across the skies.\n\n3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires,\nHis ministers are flaming fires;\nAnd swift as thought their armies move\nTo bear his vengeance, or his love.\n\n4 The world's foundations by his hand\nAre pois'd, and shall for ever stand;\nHe binds the ocean in his chain,\nLest it should drown the earth again.\n\n5 When earth was cover'd with the flood,\nWhich high above the mountains stood,\nHe thunder'd, and the ocean fled,\nConfin'd to its appointed bed.\n\n6 The swelling billows know their bound,\nAnd in their channels walk their round;\nYet thence convey'd by secret veins,\nThey spring on hills, and drench the plains.\n\n7 He bids the crystal fountains flow,\nAnd cheer the vallies as they go;\nTame heifers there their thirst allay,\nAnd for the stream wild asses bray.\n\n8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink\nThe lark and linnet light to drink;\nTheir songs the lark and linnet raise;\nAnd chide our silence in his praise.\n\nPAUSE I.\n\n9 God from his cloudy cistern, pours\nOn the parch'd earth enriching showers;\nThe grove, the garden, and the field\nA thousand joyful blessings yield.\n\n10 He makes the grassy food arise,\nAnd gives the cattle large supplies;\nWith herbs for man of various power,\nTo nourish nature, or to cure.\n\n11 What noble fruit the vines produce!\nThe olive yields a shining juice;\nOur hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine,\nWith inward joy our faces shine.\n\n12 O bless his Name ye Britons, fed\nWith nature's chief supporter, bread;\nWhile bread your vital strength imparts,\nServe him with vigour in your hearts.\n\nPAUSE II.\n\n13 Behold the stately cedar stands,\nRais'd in the forest by his hands:\nBirds to the boughs for shelter fly\nAnd build their nests secure on high.\n\n14 To craggy hills ascends the goat;\nAnd at the airy mountain's foot\nThe feebler creatures make their cell;\nHe gives them wisdom where to dwell.\n\n15 He sets the sun his circling race,\nAppoints the moon to change her face;\nAnd when thick darkness veils the day,\nCalls out wild beasts to hunt their prey.\n\n16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad,\nAnd roaring ask their meat from God;\nBut when the morning beams arise,\nThe savage beast to covert flies.\n\n17 Then man to daily labour goes;\nThe night was made for his repose:\nSleep is thy gift; that sweet relief\nFrom tiresome toil and wasting grief.\n\n18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill!\nAnd every land thy riches fill:\nThy wisdom round the world we see,\nThis spacious earth is full of thee.\n\n19 Nor less thy glories in the deep,\nWhere fish in millions swim and creep,\nWith wondrous motions, swift or slow,\nStill wandering in the paths below.\n\n20 There ships divide their watery way,\nAnd flocks of scaly monsters play;\nThere dwells the huge Leviathan,\nAnd foams and sports in spite of man.\n\nPAUSE III.\n\n21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord,\nAll nature rests upon thy word,\nAnd the whole race of creatures stands,\nWaiting their portion from thy hands.\n\n22 While each receives his different food,\nTheir cheerful looks pronounce it good;\nEagles and bears, and whales and worms,\nRejoice and praise in different forms.\n\n23 But when thy face is hid, they mourn,\nAnd dying to their dust return;\nBoth man and beast their souls resign,\nLife, breath, and spirit, all is thine.\n\n24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again,\nAnd fill the world with beasts and men;\nA word of thy creating breath\nRepairs the wastes of time and death.\n\n25 His works, the wonders of his might,\nAre honour'd with his own delight:\nHow awful are his glorious ways!\nThe Lord is dreadful in his praise.\n\n26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke,\nAnd at thy touch the mountains smoke;\nYet humble souls may see thy face,\nAnd tell their wants to sovereign grace.\n\n27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet,\nAnd make my meditations sweet:\nThy praises shall my breath employ,\nTill it expire in endless joy.\n\n28 While haughty sinners die accurst,\nTheir glory bury'd with their dust,\nI, to my God, my heavenly King,\nImmortal hallelujahs sing.\n\n\nPsalm 105. Abridged.\nGod's conduct of Israel, and the plagues of Egypt.\n\n1 Give thanks to God, invoke his Name,\nAnd tell the world his grace;\nSound thro' the earth his deeds of fame,\nThat all may seek his face.\n\n2 His covenant, which he kept in mind\nFor numerous ages past,\nTo numerous ages yet behind,\nIn equal force shall last.\n\n3 He sware to Abraham and his seed,\nAnd made the blessing sure:\nGentiles the ancient promise read,\nAnd find his truths endure.\n\n4 \"Thy seed shall make all nations blest,\"\n(Said the Almighty voice)\n\"And Canaan's land shall be their rest,\n\"The type of heavenly joys.\"\n\n5 [How large the grant! how rich the grace!\nTo give them Canaan's land,\nWhen they were strangers in the place,\nA little feeble band!\n\n6 Like pilgrims thro' the countries round\nSecurely they remov'd;\nAnd haughty kings that on them frown'd,\nSeverely he reprov'd.\n\n7 \"Touch mine anointed, and my arm\n\"Shall soon revenge the wrong:\n\"The man that does my prophets harm\nShall know their God is strong.\"\n\n8 Then let the world forbear its rage,\nNor put the church in fear:\nIsrael must live thro' every age,\nAnd be th' Almighty's care.]\n\nPAUSE I.\n\n9 When Pharaoh dar'd to vex the saints,\nAnd thus provok'd their God,\nMoses was sent at their complaints,\nArm'd with his dreadful rod.\n\n10 He call'd for darkness; darkness came\nLike an o'erwhelming flood;\nHe turn'd each lake and every stream\nTo lakes and streams of blood.\n\n11 He gave the sign, and noisome flies\nThro' the whole country spread;\nAnd frogs, in croaking armies, rise\nAbout the monarch's bed.\n\n12 Thro' fields, and towns, and palaces,\nThe tenfold vengeance flew;\nLocusts in swarms devour'd their trees,\nAnd hail their cattle slew.\n\n13 Then by an angel's midnight stroke,\nThe flower of Egypt dy'd;\nThe strength of every house was broke,\nTheir glory and their pride.\n\n14 Now let the world forbear its rage,\nNor put the church in fear;\nIsrael must live thro' every age,\nAnd be th' Almighty's care.\n\nPAUSE II.\n\n15 Thus were the tribes from bondage brought,\nAnd left the hated ground;\nEach some Egyptian spoils had got,\nAnd not one feeble found.\n\n16 The Lord himself chose out their way,\nAnd mark'd their journies right,\nGave them a leading cloud by day,\nA fiery guide by night.\n\n17 They thirst; and waters from the rock\nIn rich abundance flow,\nAnd following still the course they took,\nRan all the desert thro'.\n\n18 O wondrous stream O blessed type\nOf ever-flowing grace!\nSo Christ our rock maintains our life\nThro' all this wilderness.\n\n19 Thus guarded by th' Almighty hand\nThe chosen tribes possest\nCanaan the rich, the promis'd land,\nAnd there enjoy'd their rest.\n\n20 Then let the world forbear its rage,\nThe church renounce her fear;\nIsrael must live thro' every age,\nAnd be th' Almighty's care.\n\n\nPsalm 106:1. 1-5. First Part.\nPraise to God; or, Communion with saints.\n\n1 To God, the great, the ever blest,\nLet songs of honour be addrest:\nHis mercy firm for ever stands;\nGive him the thanks his love demands.\n\n2 Who knows the wonders of thy ways?\nWho shall fulfil thy boundless praise?\nBlest are the souls that fear thee still,\nAnd pay their duty to thy will.\n\n3 Remember what thy mercy did\nFor Jacob's race, thy chosen seed;\nAnd with the same salvation bless\nThe meanest suppliant of thy grace.\n\n4 O may I see thy tribes rejoice,\nAnd aid their triumphs with my voice!\nThis is my glory, Lord, to be\nJoin'd to thy saints, and near to thee.\n\n\nPsalm 106:2. 7 8 12-14 43-48. 2d Part.\nIsrael punished and pardoned;\nor, God's unchangeable love.\n\n1 God of eternal love,\nHow fickle are our ways!\nAnd yet how oft did Israel prove\nThy constancy of grace!\n\n2 They saw thy wonders wrought,\nAnd then thy praise they sung;\nBut soon thy works of power forgot,\nAnd murmur'd with their tongue.\n\n3 Now they believe his word,\nWhile rocks with rivers flow;\nNow with their lusts provoke the Lord,\nAnd he reduc'd them low.\n\n4 Yet when they mourn'd their faults,\nHe hearken'd to their groans,\nBrought his own covenant to his thoughts,\nAnd call'd them still his sons.\n\n5 Their names were in his book,\nHe sav'd them from their foes;\nOft he chastis'd, but ne'er forsook\nThe people that he chose.\n\n6 Let Israel bless the Lord,\nWho lov'd their ancient race;\nAnd Christians join the solemn word\nAmen, to all the praise.\n\n\nPsalm 107:1. First Part.\nIsrael led to Canaan,\nand Christians to Heaven.\n\n1 Give thanks to God; he reigns above,\nKind are his thoughts, his Name is love;\nHis mercy ages past have known,\nAnd ages long to come shall own.\n\n2 Let the redeemed of the Lord\nThe wonders of his grace record;\nIsrael, the nation whom he chose,\nAnd rescu'd from their mighty foes.\n\n3 [When God's almighty arm had broke\nTheir fetters and th' Egyptian yoke,\nThey trac'd the desert, wandering round\nA wild and solitary ground.\n\n4 There they could find no leading road,\nNor city for a fix'd abode;\nNor food, nor fountain to assuage\nTheir burning thirst, or hunger's rage.]\n\n5 In their distress to God they cry'd,\nGod was their Saviour and their Guide;\nHe led their march far wandering round,\n'Twas the right path to Canaan's ground.\n\n6 Thus when our first release we gain\nFrom sin's old yoke, and Satan's chain,\nWe have this desert world to pass,\nA dangerous and a tiresome place.\n\n7 He feeds and clothes us all the way,\nHe guides our footsteps lest we stray,\nHe guards us with a powerful hand\nAnd brings us to the heavenly land.\n\n8 O let the saints with joy record\nThe truth and goodness of the Lord!\nHow great his works! how kind his ways!\nLet every tongue pronounce his praise.\n\n\nPsalm 107:2. Second Part.\nCorrection for sin, and release by prayer.\n\n1 From age to age exalt his Name,\nGod and his grace are still the same;\nHe fills the hungry soul with food,\nAnd feeds the poor with every good.\n\n2 But if their hearts rebel and rise\nAgainst the God that rules the skies,\nIf they reject his heavenly word,\nAnd slight the counsels of the Lord,\n\n3 He'll bring their spirits to the ground,\nAnd no deliverer shall be found;\nLaden with grief they waste their breath\nIn darkness and the shades of death,\n\n4 Then to the Lord they raise their cries,\nHe makes the dawning light arise,\nAnd scatters all that dismal shade,\nThat hung so heavy round their head.\n\n5 He cuts the bars of brass in two,\nAnd lets the smiling prisoners thro';\nTakes off the load of guilt and grief,\nAnd gives the labouring soul relief.\n\n6 O may the sons of men record\nThe wondrous goodness of the Lord!\nHow great his works! how kind his ways!\nLet every tongue pronounce his praise.\n\n\nPsalm 107:3. Third Part.\nIntemperance punished and pardoned; or,\nA psalm for the glutton and the drunkard.\n\n1 Vain man, on foolish pleasures bent,\nPrepares for his own punishment;\nWhat pains, what loathsome maladies\nFrom luxury and lust arise!\n\n2 The drunkard feels his vitals waste,\nYet drowns his health to please his taste;\nTill all his active powers are lost,\nAnd fainting life draws near the dust.\n\n3 The glutton groans and loathes to eat,\nHis soul abhors delicious meat;\nNature, with heavy loads opprest,\nWould yield to death to be releas'd.\n\n4 Then how the frighted sinners fly\nTo God for help with earnest cry!\nHe hears their groans, prolongs their breath,\nAnd saves them from approaching death,\n\n5 No med'cines could effect the cure\nSo quick, so easy, or so sure:\nThe deadly sentence God repeals,\nHe sends his sovereign word, and heals,\n\n6 O may the sons of men record\nThe wondrous goodness of the Lord!\nAnd let their thankful offerings prove\nHow they adore their Maker's love.\n\n\nPsalm 107:4. Fourth Part. L. M.\nDeliverance from storms, and\nshipwreck; or, The Seaman's song.\n\n1 Would you behold the works of God,\nHis wonders in the world abroad,\nGo with the mariners, and trace\nThe unknown regions of the seas.\n\n2 They leave their native shores behind,\nAnd seize the favour of the wind,\nTill God command, and tempests rise\nThat heave the ocean to the skies.\n\n3 Now to the heavens they mount amain,\nNow sink to dreadful deeps again;\nWhat strange affrights young sailors feel,\nAnd like a staggering drunkard reel!\n\n4 When land is far, and death is nigh,\nLost to all hope, to God they cry;\nHis mercy hears the loud address,\nAnd sends salvation in distress.\n\n5 He bids the winds their wrath assuage;\nThe furious waves forget their rage;\n'Tis calm; and sailors smile to see\nThe haven where they wish'd to be.\n\n6 O may the sons of men record\nThe wondrous goodness of the Lord!\nLet them their private offerings bring,\nAnd in the church his glory sing.\n\n\nPsalm 107:5. Fourth Part. C. M.\nThe Mariner's psalm.\n\n1 Thy works of glory, mighty Lord,\nThy wonders in the deeps,\nThe sons of courage shall record\nWho trade in floating ships.\n\n2 At thy command the winds arise,\nAnd swell the towering waves;\nThe men astonish'd mount the skies\nAnd sink in gaping graves.\n\n3 [Again they climb the watery hills,\nAnd plunge in deeps again;\nEach like a tottering drunkard reels,\nAnd finds his courage vain.\n\n4 Frighted to hear the tempest roar,\nThey pant with fluttering breath,\nAnd, hopeless of the distant shore,\nExpect immediate death.]\n\n5 Then to the Lord they raise their cries,\nHe hears the loud request,\nAnd orders silence thro' the skies,\nAnd lays the floods to rest.\n\n6 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears,\nAnd see the storm allay'd:\nNow to their eyes the port appears;\nThere let their vows be paid.\n\n7 'Tis God that brings them safe to land;\nLet stupid mortals know\nThat waves are under his command,\nAnd all the winds that blow,\n\n8 O that the sons of men would praise\nThe goodness of the Lord!\nAnd those that see thy wondrous ways,\nThy wondrous love record.\n\n\nPsalm 107:6. Last Part.\nColonies planted; or,\nNations blest and punished.\n\nA psalm for New England.\n\n1 When God, provok'd with daring crimes,\nScourges the madness of the times,\nHe turns their fields to barren sand,\nAnd dries the rivers from the land.\n\n2 His word can raise the springs again,\nAnd make the wither'd mountains green,\nSend showery blessings from the skies,\nAnd harvests in the desert rise.\n\n3 [Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey,\nOr men as fierce and wild as they;\nHe bids th' opprest and poor repair,\nAnd builds them towns and cities there.\n\n4 They sow the fields, and trees they plant,\nWhose yearly fruit supplies their want:\nTheir race grows up from fruitful stocks,\nTheir wealth increases with their flocks.\n\n5 Thus they are blest; but if they sin,\nHe lets the heathen nations in,\nA savage crew invades their lands,\nTheir princes die by barbarous hands.\n\n6 Their captive sons, expos'd to scorn,\nWander unpity'd and forlorn;\nThe country lies unfenc'd, untill'd,\nAnd desolation spreads the field.\n\n7 Yet if the humbled nation mourns,\nAgain his dreadful hand he turns;\nAgain he makes their cities thrive,\nAnd bids the dying churches live.]\n\n8 The righteous, with a joyful sense,\nAdmire the works of providence;\nAnd tongues of atheists shall no more\nBlaspheme the God that saints adore.\n\n9 How few, with pious care, record\nThe wondrous dealings of the Lord!\nBut wise observers still shall find\nThe Lord is holy, just, and kind.\n\n\nPsalm 109. 1-5 31.\nLove to enemies, from the example of Christ.\n\n1 God of my mercy and my praise,\nThy glory is my song;\nThe sinners speak against thy grace\nWith a blaspheming tongue.\n\n2 When in the form of mortal man\nThy Son on earth was found,\nWith cruel slanders, false and vain,\nThey compass'd him around.\n\n3 Their miseries his compassion move,\nTheir peace he still pursu'd;\nThey render hatred for his love,\nAnd evil for his good.\n\n4 Their malice rag'd without a cause,\nYet, with his dying breath,\nHe pray'd for murderers on his cross,\nAnd blest his foes in death.\n\n5 Lord, shall thy bright example shine\nIn vain before my eyes?\nGive me a soul a-kin to thine\nTo love mine enemies.\n\n6 The Lord shall on my side engage,\nAnd, in my Saviour's name,\nI shall defeat their pride and rage\nWho slander and condemn.\n\n\nPsalm 110:1. First Part.\nChrist exalted, and multitudes converted;\nor, The success of the gospel.\n\n1 Thus the eternal Father spake\nTo Christ the Son, \"Ascend and sit\n\"At my right hand, till I shall make\n\"Thy foes submissive at thy feet.\n\n2 \"From Zion shall thy word proceed,\n\"Thy word, the sceptre in thy hand,\n\"Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed,\n\"And bow their wills to thy command.\n\n3 \"That day shall shew thy power is great,\n\"When saints shall flock with willing minds,\n\"And sinners crowd thy temple gate,\n\"Where holiness in beauty shines.\"\n\n4 O blessed power! 0 glorious day!\nWhat a large victory shall ensue!\nAnd converts, who thy grace obey,\nExceed the drops of morning dew.\n\n\nPsalm 110:2. Second Part.\nThe kingdom and priesthood of Christ.\n\n1 Thus the great Lord of earth and sea\nSpake to his Son, and thus he swore;\n\"Eternal shall thy priesthood be,\n\"And change from hand to hand no more.\n\n2 \"Aaron and all his sons must die;\n\"But everlasting life is thine,\n\"To save for ever those that fly\n\"For refuge from the wrath divine.\n\n3 \"By me Melchisedek was made\n\"On earth a king and priest at once;\n\"And thou, my heavenly priest, shalt plead,\n\"And thou, my king, shalt rule my sons.\"\n\n4 Jesus the priest ascends his throne,\nWhile counsels of eternal peace,\nBetween the Father and the Son,\nProceed with honour and success.\n\n5 Thro' the whole earth his reign shall spread,\nAnd crush the powers that dare rebel;\nThen shall he judge the rising dead,\nAnd send the guilty world to hell.\n\n6 Tho' while he treads his glorious way,\nHe drink the cup of tears and blood,\nThe sufferings of that dreadful day\nShall but advance him near to God.\n\n\nPsalm 110:3. C. M.\nChrist's kingdom and priesthood.\n\n1 Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne,\nAnd near the Father sit;\nIn Zion shall thy power be known,\nAnd make thy foes submit.\n\n2 What wonders shall thy gospel do!\nThy converts shall surpass\nThe numerous drops of morning dew,\nAnd own thy sovereign grace.\n\n3 God hath pronounc'd a firm decree,\nNor changes what he swore;\n\"Eternal shall thy priesthood be,\n\"When Aaron is no more.\n\n4 \"Melchisedek, that wondrous priest,\n\"That king of high degree,\n\"That holy man who Abr'am blest,\n\"Was but a type of thee.\"\n\n5 Jesus our priest for ever lives\nTo plead for us above;\nJesus our king for ever gives\nThe blessings of his love.\n\n6 God shall exalt his glorious head,\nAnd his high throne maintain,\nShall strike the powers and princes dead\nWho dare oppose his reign.\n\n\nPsalm 111:1. First Part.\nThe wisdom of God in his works.\n\n1 Songs of immortal praise belong\nTo my almighty God;\nHe has my heart, and he my tongue\nTo spread his Name abroad.\n\n2 How great the works his hand has wrought!\nHow glorious in our sight!\nAnd men in every age have sought\nHis wonders with delight.\n\n3 How most exact is nature's frame!\nHow wise th' Eternal mind!\nHis counsels never change the scheme\nThat his first thoughts design'd.\n\n4 When he redeem'd his chosen Son,\nHe fix'd his covenant sure:\nThe orders that his lips pronounce\nTo endless years endure.\n\n5 Nature and time, and earth and skies,\nThy heavenly skill proclaim:\nWhat shall we do to make us wise,\nBut learn to read thy Name?\n\n6 To fear thy power, to trust thy grace\nIs our divinest skill;\nAnd he's the wisest of our race,\nThat best obeys thy will.\n\n\nPsalm 111:2. Second Part.\nThe perfections of God.\n\n1 Great is the Lord; his works of might\nDemand our noblest songs;\nLet his assembled saints unite\nTheir harmony of tongues.\n\n2 Great is the mercy of the Lord,\nHe gives his children food;\nAnd ever mindful of his word,\nHe makes his promise good.\n\n3 His Son, the great Redeemer, came\nTo seal his covenant sure:\nHoly and reverend is his Name,\nHis ways are just and pure.\n\n4 They that would grow divinely wise\nMust with his fear begin;\nOur fairest proof of knowledge lies\nIn hating every sin.\n\n\nPsalm 112:1. As the 113th Psalm.\nThe blessings of the liberal man.\n\n1 That man is blest who stands in awe\nOf God, and loves his sacred law:\nHis seed on earth shall be renown'd;\nHis house the seat of wealth shall be,\nAn inexhausted treasury,\nAnd with successive honours crown'd.\n\n2 His liberal favours he extends,\nTo some he gives, to others lends;\nA generous pity fills his mind:\nYet what his charity impairs\nHe saves by prudence in affairs,\nAnd thus he's just to all mankind.\n\n3 His hands, while they his alms bestow'd,\nHis glory's future harvest sow'd;\nThe sweet remembrance of the just,\nLike a green root, revives and bears\nA train of blessings for his heirs,\nWhen dying nature sleeps in dust.\n\n4 Beset with threatening dangers round,\nUnmov'd shall he maintain his ground;\nHis conscience holds his courage up:\nThe soul that's fill'd with virtue's light,\nShines brightest in affliction's night,\nAnd sees in darkness beams of hope.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 [Ill tidings never can surprise\nHis heart that fix'd on God relies,\nTho' waves and tempests roar around:\nSafe on the rock he sits, and sees\nThe shipwreck of his enemies,\nAnd all their hope and glory drown'd.\n\n6 The wicked shall his triumph see,\nAnd gnash their teeth in agony\nTo find their expectations crost:\nThey and their envy, pride and spite,\nSink down to everlasting night,\nAnd all their names in darkness lost.]\n\n\nPsalm 112:2. L. M.\nThe blessings of the pious and charitable.\n\n1 Thrice happy man who fears the Lord,\nLoves his commands, and trusts his word;\nHonour and peace his days attend,\nAnd blessings to his seed descend.\n\n2 Compassion dwells upon his mind,\nTo works of mercy still inclin'd:\nHe lends the poor some present aid,\nOr gives them, not to be repaid.\n\n3 When times grow dark, and tidings spread\nThat fill his neighbours round with dread,\nHis heart is arm'd against the fear,\nFor God with all his power is there.\n\n4 His soul, well fix'd upon the Lord,\nDraws heavenly courage from his word;\nAmidst the darkness light shall rise,\nTo cheer his heart, and bless his eyes.\n\n5 He hath dispers'd his alms abroad,\nHis works are still before his God;\nHis name on earth shall long remain,\nWhile envious sinners fret in vain.\n\n\nPsalm 112:3. C. M,\nLiberality rewarded.\n\n1 Happy is he that fears the Lord,\nAnd follows his commands,\nWho lends the poor without reward,\nOr gives with liberal hands.\n\n2 As pity dwells within his breast\nTo all the sons of need;\nSo God shall answer his request\nWith blessings on his seed,\n\n3 No evil tidings shall surprise\nHis well-establish'd mind;\nHis soul to God his refuge flies,\nAnd leaves his fears behind.\n\n4 In times of general distress,\nSome beams of light shall shine\nTo shew the world his righteousness,\nAnd give him peace divine.\n\n5 His works of piety and love\nRemain before the Lord;\nHonour on earth and joys above\nShall be his sure reward.\n\n\nPsalm 113:1. Proper Time.\nThe majesty and condescension of God.\n\n1 Ye that delight to serve the Lord,\nThe honours of his Name record,\nHis sacred Name for ever bless:\nWhere'er the circling sun displays\nHis rising beams, or setting rays,\nLet lands and seas his power confess.\n\n2 Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds,\nCan give his vast dominion bounds,\nThe heavens are far below his height:\nLet no created greatness dare\nWith our eternal God compare,\nArm'd with his uncreated might.\n\n3 He bows his glorious head to view\nWhat the bright hosts of angels do,\nAnd bends his care to mortal things;\nHis sovereign hand exalts the poor,\nHe takes the needy from the door,\nAnd makes them company for kings.\n\n4 When childless families despair,\nHe sends the blessings of an heir\nTo rescue their expiring name:\nThe mother with a thankful voice\nProclaims his praises and her joys:\nLet every age advance his fame.\n\n\nPsalm 113:2. L. M.\nGod sovereign and gracious.\n\n1 Ye servants of th' Almighty King,\nIn every age his praises sing;\nWhere'er the sun shall rise or set,\nThe nations shall his praise repeat.\n\n2 Above the earth, beyond the sky,\nStands his high throne of majesty:\nNor time, nor place, his power restrain,\nNor bound his universal reign.\n\n3 Which of the sons of Adam dare,\nOr angels, with their God compare?\nHis glories how divinely bright,\nWho dwells in uncreated light!\n\n4 Behold his love: he stoops to view\nWhat saints above and angels do;\nAnd condescends yet more to know\nThe mean affairs of men below.\n\n5 From dust and cottages obscure\nHis grace exalts the humble poor;\nGives them the honour of his sons,\nAnd fits them for their heavenly thrones.\n\n6 [A word of his creating voice\nCan make the barren house rejoice:\nTho' Sarah's ninety years were past,\nThe promis'd seed is born at last.\n\n7 With joy the mother views her son,\nAnd tells the wonders God has done:\nFaith may grow strong when sense despairs,\nIf nature fails, the promise bears.]\n\n\nPsalm 114.\nMiracles attending Israel's journey.\n\n1 When Israel, freed from Pharaoh's hand,\nLeft the proud tyrant and his land,\nThe tribes with cheerful homage own\nTheir King, and Judah was his throne.\n\n2 Across the deep their journey lay;\nThe deep divides to make them way:\nJordan beheld their march, and fled\nWith backward current to his head.\n\n3 The mountains shook like frighted sheep,\nLike lambs the little hillocks leap;\nNot Sinai on her base could stand,\nConscious of sovereign power at hand.\n\n4 What power could make the deep divide?\nMake Jordan backward roll his tide?\nWhy did ye leap, ye little hills?\nAnd whence the fright that Sinai feels?\n\n5 Let every mountain, every flood,\nRetire and know th' approaching God,\nThe king of Israel: see him here;\nTremble, thou earth, adore and fear.\n\n6 He thunders, and all nature mourns,\nThe rock to standing pools he turns;\nFlints spring with fountains at his word,\nAnd fires and seas confess the Lord.\n\n\nPsalm 115:1. First Metre.\nThe true God our refuge;\nor, Idolatry reproved.\n\n1 Not to ourselves, who are but dust,\nNot to ourselves is glory due,\nEternal God, thou only just,\nThou only gracious, wise, and true.\n\n2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful Name;\nWhy should a heathen's haughty tongue\nInsult us, and to raise our shame\nSay, \"Where's the God you've serv'd so long?\"\n\n3 The God we serve maintains his throne\nAbove the clouds, beyond the skies,\nThro' all the earth his will is done,\nHe knows our groans, he hears our cries.\n\n4 But the vain idols they adore\nAre senseless shapes of stone and wood;\nAt best a mass of glittering ore,\nA silver saint, or golden god.\n\n5 [With eyes, and ears they carve their head,\nDeaf are their ears, their eyes are blind;\nIn vain are costly offerings made,\nAnd vows are scatter'd in the wind.\n\n6 Their feet were never made to move,\nNor hands to save when mortals pray;\nMortals that pay them fear or love\nSeem to be blind and deaf as they.]\n\n7 O Israel, make the Lord thy hope,\nThy help, thy refuge, and thy rest;\nThe Lord shall build thy ruins up,\nAnd bless the people and the priest.\n\n8 The dead no more can speak thy praise,\nThey dwell in silence and the grave;\nBut we shall live to sing thy grace,\nAnd tell the world thy power to save.\n\n\nPsalm 115:2. Second Metre.\nAs the new tune of the 50th Psalm.\nPopish idolatry reproved.\n\nA psalm for the 5th of November.\n\n1 Not to our names, thou only Just and True,\nNot to our worthless names is glory due;\nThy power and grace, thy truth and justice claim\nImmortal honours to thy sovereign Name:\nShine thro' the earth from heaven, thy blest abode,\nNor let the heathens say, \"And where's your God?\"\n\n2 Heaven is thine higher court; there stands thy throne,\nAnd thro' the lower worlds thy will is done:\nOur God fram'd all this earth, these heavens he spread,\nBut fools adore the gods their hands have made:\nThe kneeling crowd, with looks devout, behold\nTheir silver saviours, and their saints of gold.\n\n3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears;\nThe molten image neither sees nor hears:\nTheir hands are helpless, nor their feet can move,\nThey have no speech, nor thought, nor power, nor love;\nYet sottish mortals make their long complaints\nTo their deaf idols, and their moveless saints.\n\n4 The rich have statues well adorn'd with gold;\nThe poor, content with gods of coarser mould,\nWith tools of iron carve the senseless stock,\nLopt from a tree, or broken from a rock:\nPeople and priest drive on the solemn trade,\nAnd trust the gods that saws and hammers made.]\n\n5 Be heaven and earth amaz'd! 'Tis hard to say\nWhich is more stupid, or their gods or they:\nO Israel, trust the Lord, he hears and sees,\nHe knows thy sorrows, and restores thy peace:\nHis worship does a thousand comforts yield,\nHe is thy help, and he thy heavenly shield.\n\n6 O Britain, trust the Lord: thy foes in vain\nAttempt thy ruin, and oppose his reign;\nHad they prevail'd, darkness had clos'd our days,\nAnd death and silence had forbid his praise;\nBut we are sav'd, and live: let songs arise,\nAnd Britain bless the God that built the skies.\n\n\nPsalm 116:1. First Part.\nRecovery from sickness.\n\n1 I love the Lord; he heard my cries,\nAnd pity'd every groan:\nLong as I live, when troubles rise,\nI'll hasten to his throne.\n\n2 I love the Lord; he bow'd his ear,\nAnd chas'd my griefs away;\nO let my heart no more despair,\nWhile I have breath to pray!\n\n3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell,\nAnd I drew near the dead,\nWhile inward pangs, and fears of hell\nPerplex'd my wakeful head.\n\n4 \"My God,\" I cry'd \"thy servant save,\n\"Thou ever good and just;\n\"Thy power can rescue from the grave,\n\"Thy power is all my trust.\"\n\n5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest,\nHe bid my pains remove:\nReturn, my soul, to God thy rest,\nFor thou hast known his love.\n\n6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death,\nAnd dry'd my failing tears;\nNow to his praise I'll spend my breath,\nAnd my remaining years.\n\n\nPsalm 116:2. 12 &c. Second Part.\nVows made in trouble paid in the church;\nor, Public thanks for private deliverance.\n\n1 What shall I render to my God\nFor all his kindness shown?\nMy feet shall visit thine abode,\nMy songs address thy throne.\n\n2 Among the saints that fill thine house,\nMy offerings shall be paid;\nThere shall my zeal perform the vows\nMy soul in anguish made.\n\n3 How much is mercy thy delight,\nThou ever blessed God!\nHow dear thy servants in thy sight!\nHow precious is their blood!\n\n4 How happy all thy servants are!\nHow great thy grace to me!\nMy life which thou hast made thy care,\nLord, I devote to thee.\n\n5 Now I am thine, for ever thine,\nNor shall my purpose move;\nThy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain,\nAnd bound me with thy love.\n\n6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow,\nAnd thy rich grace record;\nWitness, ye saints, who hear me now,\nIf I forsake the Lord.\n\n\nPsalm 117:1. C. M.\nPraise to God from all nations.\n\n1 O all ye nations, praise the Lord,\nEach with a different tongue;\nIn every language learn his word,\nAnd let his Name be sung.\n\n2 His mercy reigns thro' every land;\nProclaim his grace abroad;\nFor ever firm his truth shall stand,\nPraise ye the faithful God.\n\n\nPsalm 117:2. L. M.\n\n1 From all that dwell below the skies,\nLet the Creator's praise arise!\nLet the Redeemer's name be sung\nThro' every land, by every tongue.\n\n2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;\nEternal truth attends thy word:\nThy praise shall sound from shore to shore,\nTill suns shall rise and set no more.\n\n\nPsalm 117:3. S. M.\n\n1 Thy Name, almighty Lord,\nShall sound thro' distant lands;\nGreat is thy grace, and sure thy word,\nThy truth for ever stands.\n\n2 Far be thine honour spread,\nAnd long thy praise endure,\nTill morning light and evening shade\nShall be exchang'd no more.\n\n\nPsalm 118:1. 6-15. First Part.\nDeliverance from a tumult.\n\n1 The Lord appears my helper now,\nNor is my faith afraid\nWhat all the sons of earth can do,\nSince heaven affords its aid.\n\n2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee,\nAnd have my God my friend,\nThan trust in men of high degree,\nAnd on their truth depend.\n\n3 Like bees my foes beset me round,\nA large and angry swarm;\nBut I shall all their rage confound\nBy thine almighty arm.\n\n4 'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is strong,\nIn him my lips rejoice;\nWhile his salvation is my song,\nHow cheerful is my voice!\n\n5 Like angry bees they girt me round;\nWhen God appears they fly:\nSo burning thorns, with crackling sound,\nMake a fierce blaze and die.\n\n6 Joy to the saints and peace belongs;\nThe Lord protects their days:\nLet Israel tune immortal songs\nTo his almighty grace.\n\n\nPsalm 118:2. 17-21. Second Part.\nPublic praise for deliverance from death.\n\n1 Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry,\nAnd rescu'd from the grave;\nNow shall he live: (and none can die\nIf God resolve to save.)\n\n2 Thy praise, more constant than before,\nShall fill his daily breath;\nThy hand that hath chastis'd him sore,\nDefends him still from death.\n\n3 Open the gates of Zion now,\nFor we shall worship there,\nThe house where all the righteous go\nThy mercy to declare.\n\n4 Among th' assemblies of thy saints\nOur thankful voice we raise!\nThere we have told thee our complaints,\nAnd there we speak thy praise.\n\n\nPsalm 118:3. 22 23. Third Part.\nChrist the foundation of his church.\n\n1 Behold the sure foundation-stone\nWhich God in Zion lays\nTo build our heavenly hopes upon,\nAnd his eternal praise.\n\n2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,\nAnd saints adore the Name,\nThey trust their whole salvation here,\nNor shall they suffer shame.\n\n3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest,\nReject it with disdain;\nYet on this rock the church shall rest,\nAnd envy rage in vain.\n\n4 What tho' the gates of hell withstood,\nYet must this building rise:\n'Tis thy own work, almighty God,\nAnd wondrous in our eyes.\n\n\nPsalm 118:4. 24 25 26. Fourth Part.\nHosanna; the Lord's day; or, Christ's\nresurrection and our salvation.\n\n1 This is the day the Lord hath made,\nHe calls the hours his own;\nLet heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,\nAnd praise surround the throne.\n\n2 To-day he rose and left the dead,\nAnd Satan's empire fell;\nTo-day the saints his triumphs spread,\nAnd all his wonders tell.\n\n3 Hosanna to th' anointed King,\nTo David's holy Son:\nHelp us, O Lord; descend and bring\nSalvation from the throne.\n\n4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men\nWith messages of grace;\nWho comes in God his Father's Name\nTo save our sinful race.\n\n5 Hosanna in the highest strains\nThe church on earth can raise;\nThe highest heavens, in which he reigns,\nShall give him nobler praise.\n\n\nPsalm 118:5. 22-27. S. M.\nAn hosanna for the Lord's day; or,\nA new song of salvation by Christ.\n\n1 See what a living-stone\nThe builders did refuse;\nYet God hath built his church thereon\nIn spite of envious Jews.\n\n2 The scribe and angry priest\nReject thine only Son;\nYet on this rock shall Zion rest,\nAs the chief corner-stone.\n\n3 The work, O Lord, is thine,\nAnd wondrous in our eyes;\nThis day declares it all divine,\nThis day did Jesus rise.\n\n4 This is the glorious day\nThat our Redeemer made;\nLet us rejoice, and sing, and pray,\nLet all the church be glad.\n\n5 Hosanna to the King\nOf David's royal blood:\nBless him, ye saints; he comes to bring\nSalvation from your God.\n\n6 We bless thine holy word,\nWhich all this grace displays;\nAnd offer on thine altar, Lord,\nOur sacrifice of praise.\n\n\nPsalm 118:6. 22-27. L. M.\nAn hosanna for the Lord's day; or,\nA new song of salvation by Christ.\n\n1 Lo! what a glorious corner-stone\nThe Jewish builders did refuse;\nBut God hath built his church thereon,\nIn spite of envy and the Jews.\n\n2 Great God, the work is all divine,\nThe joy and wonder of our eyes;\nThis is the day that proves it thine,\nThe day that saw our Saviour rise.\n\n3 Sinners rejoice, and saints be glad:\nHosanna, let his Name be blest:\nA thousand honours on his head,\nWith peace, and light, and glory, rest.\n\n4 In God's own name he comes to bring\nSalvation to our dying race:\nLet the whole church address their King\nWith hearts of joy, and songs of praise.\n\n\nPsalm 119.\nI have collected and disposed the most useful\nverses of this psalm under eighteen different heads, and\nformed a divine song upon each of them. But the verses\nare much transposed to attain some degree of connection.\n\nIn some places, among the words \"law,\" \"commands,\"\n\"judgments,\" \"testimonies,\" I have used \"gospel,\" \"word,\"\n\"grace,\" \"truth,\" \"promises,\" &c. as more agreeable to the\nlanguage of the New Testament, and the common language\nof Christians, and it equally answers the design of the\nPsalmist, which was to recommend the holy scripture.\n\n\nPsalm 119:01. First Part.\nThe blessedness of saints, and misery of sinners.\n\nVer. 1 2 3.\n1 Blest are the undefil'd in heart,\nWhose ways are right and clean;\nWho never from thy law depart,\nBut fly front every sin.\n\n2 Blest are the men that keep thy word,\nAnd practise thy commands;\nWith their whole heart they seek the Lord,\nAnd serve thee with their hands.\n\nVer. 165.\n3 Great is their peace who love thy law;\nHow firm their souls abide!\nNor can a bold temptation draw\nTheir steady feet aside.\n\nVer. 6.\n4 Then shall my heart have inward joy,\nAnd keep my face from shame,\nWhen all thy statutes I obey,\nAnd honour all thy name.\n\nVer. 21 118.\n5 But haughty sinners God will hate,\nThe proud shall die accurst;\nThe sons of falsehood and deceit\nAre trodden to the dust.\n\nVer. 119 155.\n6 Vile as the dross the wicked are;\nAnd those that leave thy ways\nShall see salvation from afar,\nBut never taste thy grace.\n\n\nPsalm 119:02. Second Part.\nSecret devotion and spiritual mindedness;\nor, Constant converse with God.\n\nVer. 147 55.\n1 TO thee, before the dawning light,\nMy gracious God, I pray;\nI meditate thy Name by night,\nAnd keep thy law by day.\n\nVer. 81.\n2 My spirit faints to see thy grace,\nThy promise bears me up;\nAnd while salvation long delays,\nThy word supports my hope.\n\nVer. 164.\n3 Seven times a day I lift my hands,\nAnd pay my thanks to thee;\nThy righteous providence demands\nRepeated praise from me.\n\nVer. 62.\n4 When midnight darkness veils the skies,\nI call thy works to mind;\nMy thoughts in warm devotion rise,\nAnd sweet acceptance find.\n\n\nPsalm 119:03. Third Part.\nProfession: of sincerity, repentance, and obedience.\n\nVer. 57 60.\n1 Thou art my portion, O my God;\nSoon as I know thy way,\nMy heart makes haste t' obey thy word,\nAnd suffers no delay.\n\nVer. 30 14.\n2 I choose the path of heavenly truth,\nAnd glory in my choice:\nNot all the riches of the earth\nCould make me so rejoice.\n\n3 The testimonies of thy grace\nI set before my eyes;\nThence I derive my daily strength,\nAnd there my comfort lies.\n\nVer. 59.\n4 If once I wander from thy path,\nI think upon my ways,\nThen turn my feet to thy commands,\nAnd trust thy pardoning grace.\n\nVer. 94 114.\n5 Now I am thine, for ever thine,\nO save thy servant, Lord;\nThou art my shield, my hiding-place,\nMy hope is in thy word.\n\nVer. 112.\n6 Thou hast inclin'd this heart of mine,\nThy statutes to fulfil;\nAnd thus till mortal life shall end\nWould I perform thy will.\n\n\nPsalm 119:04. Fourth Part.\nInstruction from scripture.\n\nVer. 9.\n1 How shall the young secure their hearts,\nAnd guard their lives from sin?\nThy word the choicest rules imparts\nTo keep the conscience clean.\n\nVer. 130.\n2 When once it enters to the mind,\nIt spreads such light abroad,\nThe meanest souls instruction find,\nAnd raise their thoughts to God.\n\nVer. 105.\n3 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light,\nThat guides us all the day;\nAnd thro' the dangers of the night,\nA lamp to lead our way.\n\nVer. 99 100.\n4 The men that keep thy law with care,\nAnd meditate thy word,\nGrow wiser than their teachers are,\nAnd better know the Lord.\n\nVer. 104 113.\n5 Thy precepts make me truly wise:\nI hate the sinner's road;\nI hate my own vain thoughts that rise,\nBut love thy law, my God.\n\nVer. 89 90 91.\n6 [The starry heavens thy rule obey,\nThe earth maintains her place;\nAnd these thy servants night and day\nThy skill and power express!\n\n7 But still thy law and gospel, Lord,\nHave lessons more divine;\nNot earth stands firmer than thy word,\nNor stars so nobly shine.]\n\nVer. 160 140 9 116.\n8 Thy word is everlasting truth;\nHow pure is every page!\nThat holy book shall guide our youth,\nAnd well support our age.\n\n\nPsalm 119:05. Fifth Part.\nDelight in scripture; or, The\nword of God dwelling in us.\n\nVer. 97.\n1 O How I love thy holy law!\n'Tis daily my delight;\nAnd thence my meditations draw\nDivine advice by night.\n\nVer. 148.\n2 My waking eyes prevent the day\nTo meditate thy word;\nMy soul with longing melts away\nTo hear thy gospel, Lord.\n\nVer. 3 13 54.\n3 How doth thy word my heart engage!\nHow well employ my tongue!\nAnd, in my tiresome pilgrimage,\nYields me a heavenly song.\n\nVer. 19 103.\n4 Am I a stranger, or at home,\n'Tis my perpetual feast;\nNot honey dropping from the comb\nSo much allures the taste.\n\nVer. 72 127.\n5 No treasures so enrich the mind;\nNor shall thy word be sold\nFor loads of silver well refin'd,\nNor heaps of choicest gold.\n\nVer. 28 49 175.\n6 When nature sinks, and spirits droop,\nThy promises of grace\nAre pillars to support my hope,\nAnd there I write thy praise.\n\n\nPsalm 119:06. Sixth Part.\nHoliness and comfort from the word.\n\nVer. 128.\n1 Lord, I esteem thy judgments right,\nAnd all thy statutes just;\nThence I maintain a constant fight\nWith every flattering lust.\n\nVer. 97 9.\n2 Thy precepts often I survey;\nI keep thy law in sight,\nThro' all the business of the day,\nTo form my actions right.\n\nVer. 62.\n3 My heart in midnight silence cries,\n\"How sweet thy comforts be!\"\nMy thoughts in holy wonder rise,\nAnd bring their thanks to thee.\n\nVer. 162.\n4 And when my spirit drinks her fill\nAt some good word of thine,\nNot mighty men that share the spoil\nHave joys compar'd to mine.\n\n\nPsalm 119:07. Seventh Part.\nImperfection of nature,\nand perfection of scripture.\n\nVer. 96. paraphrased.\n1 Let all the heathen writers join\nTo form one perfect book,\nGreat God, if once compar'd with thine,\nHow mean their writings look!\n\n2 Not the most perfect rules they gave\nCould shew one sin forgiven,\nNor lead a step beyond the grave;\nBut thine conduct to heaven.\n\n3 I've seen an end of what we call\nPerfection here below;\nHow short the powers of nature fall,\nAnd can no farther go!\n\n4 Yet men would fain be just with God\nBy works their hands have wrought;\nBut thy commands, exceeding broad,\nExtend to every thought.\n\n5 In vain we boast perfection here,\nWhile sin defiles our frame,\nAnd sinks our virtues down so far,\nThey scarce deserve the name.\n\n6 Our faith and love, and every grace,\nFall far below thy word;\nBut perfect truth and righteousness\nDwell only with the Lord.\n\n\nPsalm 119:08. Eighth Part.\nThe word of God is the saint's portion; or,\nThe excellency and variety of scripture.\n\nVer. 111. paraphrased.\n1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice,\nMy lasting heritage;\nThere shall my noblest powers rejoice,\nMy warmest thoughts engage.\n\n2 I'll read the histories of thy love,\nAnd keep thy laws in sight,\nWhile thro' the promises I rove,\nWith ever fresh delight.\n\n3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown\nWhere springs of life arise,\nSeeds of immortal bliss are sown,\nAnd hidden glory lies.\n\n4 The best relief that mourners have,\nIt makes our sorrows blest;\nOur fairest hope beyond the grave,\nAnd our eternal rest.\n\n\nPsalm 119:09. Ninth Part.\nDesire of knowledge; or, The\nteachings of the Spirit with the word.\n\nVer. 64 66 18.\n1 Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord,\nHow good thy works appear!\nOpen mine eyes to read thy word,\nAnd see thy wonders there.\n\nVer. 73 125.\n2 My heart was fashion'd by thy hand,\nMy service is thy due:\nO make thy servant understand\nThe duties he must do.\n\nVer. 19.\n3 Since I'm a stranger here below,\nLet not thy path be hid;\nBut mark the road my feet should go,\nAnd be my constant guide.\n\nVer. 26.\n4 When I confess'd my wandering ways,\nThou heardst my soul complain;\nGrant me the teachings of thy grace,\nOr I shall stray again.\n\nVer. 33 34.\n5 If God to me his statutes shew,\nAnd heavenly truth impart,\nHis work for ever I'll pursue,\nHis laws shall rule my heart.\n\nVer. 50 71.\n6 This was my comfort when I bore\nVariety of grief;\nIt made me learn thy word the more,\nAnd fly to that relief.\n\nVer. 51.\n7 [In vain the proud deride me now;\nI'll ne'er forget thy law,\nNor let that blessed gospel go\nWhence all my hopes I draw.\n\nVer. 27 121.\n8 When I have learn'd my Father's will\nI'll teach the world his ways;\nMy thankful lips inspir'd with zeal\nShall loud pronounce his praise.]\n\n\nPsalm 119:10. Tenth Part.\nPleading the promises.\n\nVer. 38 49.\n1 Behold thy waiting servant, Lord,\nDevoted to thy fear;\nRemember and confirm thy word,\nFor all my hopes are there.\n\nVer. 41 58 107.\n2 Hast thou not writ salvation down,\nAnd promis'd quickening grace?\nDoth not my heart address thy throne?\nAnd yet thy love delays.\n\nVer. 132 42.\n3 Mine eyes for thy salvation fail;\nO bear thy servant up;\nNor let the scoffing lips prevail,\nWho dare reproach my hope.\n\nVer. 49 74.\n4 Didst thou not raise my faith, O Lord?\nThen let thy truth appear:\nSaints shall rejoice in my reward,\nAnd trust as well as fear.\n\n\nPsalm 119:11. Eleventh Part.\nBreathing after holiness.\n\nVer. 5 33.\n1 O that the Lord would guide my ways\nTo keep his statutes still!\nO that my God would grant me grace\nTo know and do his will!\n\nVer. 29.\n2 O send thy Spirit down to write\nThy law upon my heart!\nNor let my tongue indulge deceit,\nNor act the liar's part.\n\nVer. 37 36.\n3 From vanity turn off my eyes:\nLet no corrupt design,\nNor covetous desires arise\nWithin this soul of mine.\n\nVer. 133.\n4 Order my footsteps by thy word,\nAnd make my heart sincere,\nLet sin have no dominion, Lord,\nBut keep my conscience clear.\n\nVer. 176.\n5 My soul hath gone too far astray,\nMy feet too often slip;\nYet since I've not forgot thy way,\nRestore thy wandering sheep.\n\nVer. 35.\n6 Make me to walk in thy commands,\n'Tis a delightful road;\nNor let my head, or heart, or hands,\nOffend against my God.\n\n\nPsalm 119:12. Twelfth Part.\nBreathing after comfort and deliverance.\n\nVer. 153.\n1 My God, consider my distress,\nLet mercy plead my cause;\nTho' I have sinn'd against thy grace,\nI can't forget thy laws.\n\nVer. 39 116.\n1 Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach\nWhich I so justly fear;\nUphold my life, uphold my hopes,\nNor let my shame appear.\n\nVer. 122 135.\n3 Be thou a surety, Lord, for me,\nNor let the proud oppress;\nBut make thy waiting servant see\nThe shinings of thy face.\n\nVer. 82.\n4 My eyes with expectation fail,\nMy heart within me cries,\n\"When will the Lord his truth fulfil,\n\"And make my comforts rise?\"\n\nVer. 132.\n5 Look down upon my sorrows, Lord,\nAnd shew thy grace the same\nAs thou art ever wont t' afford\nTo those that love thy Name.\n\n\nPsalm 119:13. Thirteenth Part.\nHoly fear, and tenderness of conscience.\n\nVer. 10.\n1 With my whole heart I've sought thy face,\nO let me never stray\nFrom thy commands, O God of grace,\nNor tread the sinner's way.\n\nVer. 11.\n2 Thy word I've hid within my heart\nTo keep my conscience clean,\nAnd be an everlasting guard\nFrom every rising sin.\n\nVer. 63 53 158.\n3 I'm a companion of the saints\nWho fear and love the Lord;\nMy sorrows rise, my nature faints,\nWhen men transgress thy word.\n\nVer. 161 163.\n4 While sinners do thy gospel wrong,\nMy spirit stands in awe;\nMy soul abhors a lying tongue,\nBut loves thy righteous law.\n\nVer. 161 120.\n5 My heart with sacred reverence hears\nThe threatenings of thy word:\nMy flesh with holy trembling fears\nThe judgments of the Lord.\n\nVer. 166 174.\n6 My God, I long, I hope, I wait\nFor thy salvation still;\nWhile thy whole law is my delight,\nAnd I obey thy will.\n\n\nPsalm 119:14. Fourteenth Part.\nBenefit of afflictions, and support under them.\n\nVer. 153 81 82.\n1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord,\nAnd thy deliverance send;\nMy soul for thy salvation faints,\nWhen will my troubles end?\n\nVer. 71.\n2 Yet I have found, 'tis good for me\nTo bear my Father's rod;\nAfflictions make me learn thy law,\nAnd live upon my God.\n\nVer. 50.\n3 This is the comfort I enjoy\nWhen new distress begins,\nI read thy word, I run thy way,\nAnd hate my former sins.\n\nVer. 92.\n4 Had not thy word been my delight\nWhen earthly joys were fled,\nMy soul opprest with sorrow's weight\nHad sunk amongst the dead.\n\nVer. 75.\n5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right,\nTho' they may seem severe;\nThe sharpest sufferings I endure\nFlow from thy faithful care.\n\nVer. 67.\n6 Before I knew thy chastening rod\nMy feet were apt to stray;\nBut now I learn to keep thy word,\nNor wander from thy way.\n\n\nPsalm 119:15. Fifteenth Part.\nHoly resolutions.\n\nVer. 93.\nThat thy statutes every hour\nMight dwell upon my mind!\nThence I derive a quickening power,\nAnd daily peace I find.\n\nVer. 15 16.\n2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord,\nShall be my sweet employ;\nMy soul shall ne'er forget thy word,\nThy word is all my joy.\n\nVer. 32.\n3 How would I run in thy commands,\nIf thou my heart discharge\nFrom sin and Satan's hateful chains,\nAnd set my feet at large!\n\nVer. 13 46.\n4 My lips with courage shall declare\nThy statutes and thy Name;\nI'll speak thy word, tho' kings should hear\nNor yield to sinful shame.\n\nVer. 61 69 70.\n5 Let bands of persecutors rise\nTo rob me of my right,\nLet pride and malice forge their lies,\nThy law is my delight.\n\nVer. 115.\n6 Depart from me, ye wicked race,\nWhose hands and hearts are ill;\nI love my God, I love his ways,\nAnd must obey his will.\n\n\nPsalm 119:16. Sixteenth Part.\nPrayer for quickening grace.\n\nVer. 25 37.\n1 My soul lies cleaving to the dust;\nLord, give me life divine;\nFrom vain desires and every lust\nTurn off these eyes of mine.\n\n2 I need the influence of thy grace\nTo speed me in thy way,\nLest I should loiter in my race,\nOr turn my feet astray.\n\nVer. 107.\n3 When sore afflictions press me down,\nI need thy quickening powers;\nThy word that I have rested on\nshall help my heaviest hours.\n\nVer. 156 140.\n4 Are not thy mercies sovereign still?\nAnd thou a faithful God?\nWilt thou not grant me warmer zeal\nTo run the heavenly road?\n\nVer. 159 40.\n5 Does not my heart thy precepts love,\nAnd long to see thy face?\nAnd yet how slow my spirits move\nWithout enlivening grace!\n\nVer. 93.\n6 Then shall I love thy gospel more,\nAnd ne'er forget thy word,\nWhen I have felt its quickening power\nTo draw me near the Lord.\n\n\nPsalm 119:17. Seventeenth Part.\nCourage and perseverance under persecution;\nor, Grace shining in difficulties and trials.\n\nVer. 143 28.\n1 When pain and anguish seize me, Lord,\nAll my support is from thy word:\nMy soul dissolves for heaviness,\nUphold me with thy strengthening grace.\n\nVer. 51 69 110.\n2 The proud have fram'd their scoffs and lies,\nThey watch my feet with envious eyes,\nAnd tempt my soul to snares and sin,\nYet thy commands I ne'er decline.\n\nVer. 161 78.\n3 They hate me, Lord, without a cause,\nThey hate to see me love thy laws:\nBut I will trust and fear thy Name,\nTill pride and malice die with shame.\n\n\nPsalm 119:18. Last Part.\nSanctified afflictions; or,\nDelight in the word of God.\n\nVer. 67 59.\n1 Father, I bless thy gentle hand;\nHow kind was thy chastising rod,\nThat forc'd my conscience to a stand,\nAnd brought my wandering soul to God!\n\n2 Foolish and vain I went astray\nEre I had felt thy scourges, Lord,\nI left my guide, and lost my way;\nBut now I love and keep thy word.\n\nVer. 71.\n3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke,\nFor pride is apt to rise and swell;\n'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke,\nThat I might learn his statutes well.\n\nVer. 72.\n4 The law that issues from thy mouth\nShall raise my cheerful passions more\nThan all the treasures of the south,\nOr western hills of golden ore.\n\nVer. 73.\n5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame,\nThy spirit form'd my soul within;\nTeach me to know thy wondrous Name,\nAnd guard me safe from death and sin.\n\nVer. 74.\n6 Then all that love and fear the Lord\nAt my salvation shall rejoice;\nFor I have hoped in thy word,\nAnd made thy grace my only choice.\n\n\nPsalm 120.\nComplaint of quarrelsome neighbours;\nor, A devout wish for peace.\n\n1 Thou God of love, thou ever blest,\nPity my suffering state;\nWhen wilt thou set my soul at rest\nFrom lips that love deceit?\n\n2 Hard lot of mine! my days are cast\nAmong the sons of strife,\nWhose never-ceasing brawlings waste\nMy golden hours of life.\n\n3 O might I fly to change my place,\nHow would I chuse to dwell\nIn some wide lonesome wilderness,\nAnd leave these gates of hell.\n\n4 Peace is the blessing that I seek,\nHow lovely are its charms;\nI am for peace; but when I speak,\nThey all declare for arms.\n\n6 New passions still their souls engage,\nAnd keep their malice strong:\nWhat shall be done to curb thy rage,\nO thou devouring tongue!\n\n6 Should burning arrows smite thee thro',\nStrict justice would approve;\nBut I had rather spare my foe,\nAnd melt his heart with love.\n\n\nPsalm 121:1. L. M.\nDivine protection.\n\n1 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes,\nTh' eternal hills beyond the skies;\nThence all her help my soul derives;\nThere my Almighty refuge lives.\n\n2 He lives, the everlasting God,\nThat built the world, that spread the flood;\nThe heavens with all their hosts he made,\nAnd the dark regions of the dead.\n\n3 He guides our feet, he guards our way;\nHis morning-smiles bless all the day;\nHe spreads the evening veil, and keeps\nThe silent hours while Israel sleeps.\n\n4 Israel, a name divinely blest,\nMay rise secure, securely rest;\nThy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes\nAdmit no slumber nor surprise.\n\n5 No sun shall smite thy head by day,\nNor the pale moon with sickly ray\nShall blast thy couch; no baleful star\nDart his malignant fire so far.\n\n6 Should earth and hell with malice burn,\nStill thou shalt go and still return\nSafe in the Lord his heavenly care\nDefends thy life from every snare.\n\n7 On thee foul spirits have no power;\nAnd in thy last departing hour\nAngels, that trace the airy road,\nShall bear thee homeward to thy God.\n\n\nPsalm 121:2. C. M.\nPreservation by day and night.\n\n1 To heaven I lift my waiting eyes,\nThere all my hopes are laid:\nThe Lord that built the earth and skies\nIs my perpetual aid.\n\n2 Their feet shall never slide to fall\nWhom he designs to keep;\nHis ear attends the softest call,\nHis eyes can never sleep.\n\n3 He will sustain our weakest powers\nWith his almighty arm,\nAnd watch our most unguarded hours\nAgainst surprising harm.\n\n4 Israel, rejoice and rest secure,\nThy keeper is the Lord;\nHis wakeful eyes employ his power\nFor thine eternal guard.\n\n5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon,\nShall have his leave to smite;\nHe shields thy head from burning noon,\nFrom blasting damps at night.\n\n6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath\nWhere thickest dangers come;\nGo and return, secure from death,\nTill God commands thee home.\n\n\nPsalm 121:3. As the 148th Psalm.\nGod our preserver.\n\n1 Upward I lift mine eyes,\nFrom God is all my aid;\nThe God that built the skies,\nAnd earth and nature made:\nGod is the tow'r\nTo which I fly:\nHis grace is nigh\nIn every hour.\n\n2 My feet shall never slide\nAnd fall in fatal snares,\nSince God, my guard and guide,\nDefends me from my fears:\nThose wakeful eyes\nThat never sleep\nShall Israel keep\nWhen dangers rise.\n\n3 No burning heats by day,\nNor blasts of evening air,\nShall take my health away,\nIf God be with me there.\nThou art my sun,\nAnd thou my shade,\nTo guard my head\nBy night or noon.\n\n4 Hast thou not given thy word\nTo save my soul from death?\nAnd I can trust my Lord\nTo keep my mortal breath;\nI'll go and come,\nNor fear to die,\nTill from on high\nThou call me home.\n\n\nPsalm 122:1.\nGoing to church.\n1 How did my heart rejoice to hear\nMy friends devoutly say,\n\"In Zion let us all appear,\n\"And keep the solemn day!\"\n\n2 I love her gates, I love the road:\nThe church adorn'd with grace\nStands like a palace built for God,\nTo shew his milder face.\n\n3 Up to her courts with joys unknown\nThe holy tribes repair;\nThe Son of David holds his throne,\nAnd sits in judgment there.\n\n4 He hears our praises and complaints;\nAnd while his awful voice\nDivides the sinners from the saints,\nWe tremble and rejoice.\n\n5 Peace be within this sacred place,\nAnd joy a constant guest!\nWith holy gifts, and heavenly grace\nBe her attendants blest!\n\n6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,\nWhile life or breath remains;\nThere my best friends, my kindred dwell,\nThere God my Saviour reigns.\n\n\nPsalm 122:2. Proper Tune.\nGoing to church.\n\n1 How pleas'd and blest was I\nTo hear the people cry,\n\"Come, let us seek our God to-day!\"\nYes, with a cheerful zeal,\nWe haste to Zion's hill,\nAnd there our vows and honours pay.\n\n2 Zion, thrice happy place,\nAdorn'd with wondrous grace,\nAnd walls of strength embrace thee round;\nIn thee our tribes appear\nTo pray, and praise, and hear\nThe sacred gospel's joyful sound.\n\n3 There David's greater Son\nHas fix'd his royal throne,\nHe sits for grace and judgment there;\nHe bids the saint be glad,\nHe makes the sinner sad,\nAnd humble souls rejoice with fear.\n\n4 May peace attend thy gate,\nAnd joy within thee wait\nTo bless the soul of every guest!\nThe man that seeks thy peace,\nAnd wishes thine increase,\nA thousand blessings on him rest!\n\n5 My tongue repeats her vows\n\"Peace to this sacred house!\"\nFor there my friends and kindred dwell;\nAnd since my glorious God\nMakes thee his blest abode,\nMy soul shall ever love thee well.\n\nRepeat the fourth stanza to complete the Tune.\n\n\nPsalm 123.\nPleading with submission.\n\n1 O thou whose grace and justice reign\nEnthron'd above the skies,\nTo thee our hearts would tell their pain,\nTo thee we lift our eyes.\n\n2 As Servants watch their master's hand,\nAnd fear the angry stroke;\nOr maids before their mistress stand,\nAnd wait a peaceful look;\n\n3 So for our sins we justly feel\nThy discipline, O God;\nYet wait the gracious moment still,\nTill thou remove thy rod.\n\n4 Those that in wealth and pleasure live\nOur daily groans deride,\nAnd thy delays of mercy give\nFresh courage to their pride.\n\n5 Our foes insult us, but our hope\nIn thy compassion lies;\nThis thought shall bear our spirits up,\nThat God will not despise.\n\n\nPsalm 124.\nA song for the fifth of November.\n\n1 Had not the Lord, may Israel say,\nHad not the Lord maintain'd our side,\nWhen men to make our lives a prey,\nRose like the swelling of the tide;\n\n2 The swelling tide had stopt our breath,\nSo fiercely did the waters roll,\nWe had been swallow'd deep in death;\nProud waters had o'erwhelm'd our soul.\n\n3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing,\nWho just escap'd the fatal stroke;\nSo flies the bird with cheerful wing,\nWhen once the fowler's snare is broke.\n\n4 For ever blessed be the Lord,\nWho broke the fowler's cursed snare,\nWho sav'd us from the murdering sword,\nAnd made our lives and souls his care.\n\n5 Our help is in Jehovah's Name,\nWho form'd the earth and built the skies;\nHe that upholds that wondrous frame\nGuards his own church with watchful eyes.\n\n\nPsalm 125:1. C. M.\nThe saint's trial and safely.\n\n1 Unshaken as the sacred hill,\nAnd firm as mountains be,\nFirm as a rock the soul shall rest\nThat leans, O Lord, on thee.\n\n2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well\nOld Salem's happy ground,\nAs those eternal arms of love\nThat every saint surround.\n\n3 While tyrants are a smarting scourge\nTo drive them near to God,\nDivine compassion does allay\nThe fury of the rod.\n\n4 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere,\nAnd lead them safely on\nTo the bright gates of Paradise,\nWhere Christ their Lord is gone.\n\n5 But if we trace those crooked ways\nThat the old serpent drew,\nThe wrath that drove him first to hell\nShall smite his followers too.\n\n\nPsalm 125:2. S. M.\nThe saints' trial and safety;\nor, Moderated afflictions.\n\n1 Firm and unmov'd are they\nThat rest their souls on God;\nFirm as the mount where David dwelt\nOr where the ark abode.\n\n2 As mountains stood to guard\nThe city's sacred ground,\nSo God and his almighty love\nEmbrace his saints around.\n\n3 What tho' the Father's rod\nDrop a chastising stroke,\nYet, lest it wound their souls too deep,\nIts fury shall be broke.\n\n4 Deal gently, Lord, with those\nWhose faith and pious fear,\nWhose hope, and love, and every grace\nProclaim their hearts sincere.\n\n5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage\nToo long oppress the saint;\nThe God of Israel will support\nHis children lest they faint.\n\n6 But if our slavish fear\nWill chuse the road to hell,\nWe must expect our portion there\nWhere bolder sinners dwell.\n\n\nPsalm 126:1. L. M.\nSurprising deliverance.\n\n1 When God restor'd our captive state,\nJoy was our song, and grace our theme;\nThe grace beyond our hopes so great,\nThat joy appear'd a painted dream.\n\n2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays\nUnwilling honours to thy Name;\nWhile we with pleasure shout thy praise,\nWith cheerful notes thy love proclaim.\n\n3 When we review our dismal fears,\n'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so;\nWith God we left our flowing tears,\nHe makes our joys like rivers flow.\n\n4 The man that in his furrow'd field\nHis scatter'd seed with sadness leaves,\nWill shout to see the harvest yield\nA welcome load of joyful sheaves.\n\n\nPsalm 126:2. C. M.\nThe joy of a remarkable conversion;\nor, Melancholy removed.\n\n1 When God reveal'd his gracious Name,\nAnd chang'd my mournful state,\nMy rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,\nThe grace appear'd so great.\n\n2 The world beheld the glorious change,\nAnd did thy hand confess;\nMy tongue broke out in unknown strains,\nAnd sung surprising grace:\n\n3 \"Great is the work,\" my neighbours cry'd,\nAnd own'd the power divine;\n\"Great is the work,\" my heart reply'd,\n\"And be the glory thine.\"\n\n4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,\nCan give us day for night,\nMake drops of sacred sorrow rise\nTo rivers of delight.\n\n5 Let those that sow in sadness wait\nTill the fair harvest come,\nThey shall confess their sheaves are great,\nAnd shout the blessings home.\n\n6 Tho' seed lie bury'd long in dust,\nIt shan't deceive their hope;\nThe precious grain can ne'er be lost,\nFor grace insures the crop.\n\n\nPsalm 127:1. L. M.\nThe blessing of God on the\nbusiness and comforts of life.\n\n1 If God succeed not, all the cost\nAnd pains to build the house are lost:\nIf God the city will not keep,\nThe watchful guards as well may sleep.\n\n3 What if you rise before the sun,\nAnd work and toil when day is done,\nCareful and sparing eat your bread,\nTo shun that poverty you dread;\n\n3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blest;\nHe can make rich, yet give us rest:\nChildren and friends are blessings too,\nIf God our sovereign make them so.\n\n4 Happy the man to whom he sends\nObedient children, faithful friends:\nHow sweet our daily comforts prove\nWhen they are season'd with his love!\n\n\nPsalm 127:2. C. M.\nGod all in all.\n\n1 If God to build the house deny,\nThe builders work in vain;\nAnd towns, without his wakeful eye,\nAn useless watch maintain.\n\n2 Before the morning beams arise,\nYour painful work renew,\nAnd till the stars ascend the skies\nYour tiresome toil pursue.\n\n3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare;\nIn vain, till God has blest;\nBut if his smiles attend your care,\nYou shall have food and rest.\n\n4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends\nShall real blessings prove,\nNor all the earthly joys he sends,\nIf sent without his love.\n\n\nPsalm 128.\nFamily blessings.\n\n1 O happy man, whose soul is fill'd\nWith zeal and reverend awe;\nHis lips to God their honours yield,\nHis life adorns the law.\n\n2 A careful providence shall stand\nAnd ever guard thy head,\nShall on the labours of thy hand\nIts kindly blessings shed.\n\n3 [Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine;\nThy children round thy board,\nEach like a plant of honour shine,\nAnd learn to fear the Lord.]\n\n4 The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfil\nFor months and years to come;\nThe Lord who dwells on Zion's hill,\nShall send thee blessings home.\n\n5 This is the man whose happy eyes\nShall see his house increase,\nShall see the sinking church arise,\nThen leave the world in peace.\n\n\nPsalm 129.\nPersecutors punished.\n\n1 Up from my youth, may Israel say,\nHave I been nurs'd in tears;\nMy griefs were constant as the day,\nAnd tedious as the years.\n\n2 Up from my youth I bore the rage\nOf all the sons of strife;\nOft they assail'd my riper age,\nBut not destroy'd my life.\n\n3 Their cruel plough had torn my flesh\nWith furrows long and deep,\nHourly they vex my wounds afresh,\nNor let my sorrows sleep.\n\n4 The Lord grew angry on his throne,\nAnd with impartial eye\nMeasur'd the mischiefs they had done\nThen let his arrows fly.\n\n5 How was their insolence surpris'd\nTo hear his thunders roll!\nAnd all the foes of Zion seiz'd\nWith horror to the soul.\n\n6 Thus shall the men that hate the saints\nBe blasted from the sky;\nTheir glory fades, their courage faints,\nAnd all their projects die.\n\n7 [What tho' they flourish tall and fair,\nThey have no root beneath;\nTheir growth shall perish in despair,\nAnd lie despis'd in death.]\n\n8 [So corn that on the house-top stands\nNo hope of harvest gives;\nThe reaper ne'er shall fill his hands,\nNor binder fold the sheaves.\n\n9 It springs and withers on the place:\nNo traveller bestows\nA word of blessing on the grass,\nNor minds it as he goes.]\n\n\nPsalm 130:1. C. M.\nPardoning grace.\n\n1 Out of the deeps of long distress,\nThe borders of despair,\nI sent my cries to seek thy grace,\nMy groans to move thine ear.\n\n2 Great God, should thy severer eye,\nAnd thine impartial hand,\nMark and revenge iniquity,\nNo mortal flesh could stand.\n\n3 But there are pardons with my God\nFor crimes of high degree;\nThy Son has bought them with his blood\nTo draw us near to thee.\n\n4 [I wait for thy salvation, Lord,\nWith strong desires I wait;\nMy soul, invited by thy word,\nStands watching at thy gate.]\n\n5 [Just as the guards that keep the night\nLong for the morning skies,\nWatch the first beams of breaking light,\nAnd meet them with their eyes;\n\n6 So waits my soul to see thy grace,\nAnd more intent than they,\nMeets the first openings of thy face,\nAnd finds a brighter day.]\n\n7 [Then in the Lord let Israel trust,\nLet Israel seek his face;\nThe Lord is good as well as just,\nAnd plenteous is his grace.\n\n8 There's full redemption at his throne\nFor sinners long enslav'd;\nThe great Redeemer is his Son,\nAnd Israel shall be sav'd.]\n\n\nPsalm 130:2. L. M.\nPardoning grace.\n\n1 From deep distress and troubled thoughts,\nTo thee, my God, I rais'd my cries;\nIf thou severely mark our faults,\nNo flesh can stand before thine eyes.\n\n2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace,\nFree to dispense thy pardons there,\nThat sinners may approach thy face,\nAnd hope and love, as well as fear.\n\n3 As the benighted pilgrims wait,\nAnd long, and wish for breaking day,\nSo waits my soul before thy gate;\nWhen will my God his face display?\n\n4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word,\nNor shall I trust thy word in vain:\nLet mourning souls address the Lord,\nAnd find relief from all their pain.\n\n5 Great is his love, and large his grace,\nThro' the redemption of his Son:\nHe turns our feet from sinful ways,\nAnd pardons what our hands have done.\n\n\nPsalm 131.\nHumility and submission.\n\n1 Is there ambition in my heart?\nSearch, gracious God, and see;\nOr do I act a haughty part?\nLord, I appeal to thee.\n\n2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still,\nAnd all my carriage mild,\nContent, my Father, with thy will,\nAnd quiet as a child.\n\n3 The patient soul, the lowly mind\nShall have a large reward:\nLet saints in sorrow lie resign'd,\nAnd trust a faithful Lord.\n\n\nPsalm 132:1. 5 13-18. L. M.\nAt the settlement of a church;\nor, The ordination of a Minister.\n\n1 Where shall we go to seek and find\nAn habitation for our God,\nA dwelling for th' Eternal Mind\nAmongst the sons of flesh and blood?\n\n2 The God of Jacob chose the hill\nOf Zion for his ancient rest;\nAnd Zion is his dwelling still,\nHis church is with his presence blest.\n\n3 Here will I fix my gracious throne,\nAnd reign for ever, saith the Lord;\nHere shall my power, and love be known,\nAnd blessings shall attend my word.\n\n4 Here will I meet the hungry poor,\nAnd fill their souls with living bread;\nSinners that wait before my door,\nWith sweet provision shall be fed.\n\n5 Girded with truth and cloth'd with grace,\nMy priests, my ministers shall shine:\nNot Aaron, in his costly dress,\nMade an appearance so divine.\n\n6 The saints, unable to contain\nTheir inward joys shall shout and sing;\nThe Son of David here shall reign,\nAnd Zion triumph in her King.\n\n7 [Jesus shall see a numerous seed\nBorn here, t' uphold his glorious Name;\nHis crown shall flourish on his head,\nWhile all his foes are cloth'd with shame!]\n\n\nPsalm 132:2. 4 5 7 8 15-17. C. M.\nA church established.\n\n1 [No sleep nor slumber to his eyes\nGood David would afford,\nTill he had found below the skies\nA dwelling for the Lord.\n\n2 The Lord in Zion plac'd his Name,\nHis ark was settled there;\nTo Zion the whole nation came,\nTo worship thrice a year.\n\n3 But we have no such lengths to go,\nNor wander far abroad;\nWhere'er thy saints assemble now,\nThere is a house for God.]\n\nPAUSE.\n\n4 Arise, O King of Grace, arise,\nAnd enter to thy rest!\nLo! thy church waits, with longing eyes,\nThus to be own'd and blest.\n\n5 Enter with all thy glorious train,\nThy Spirit and thy word;\nAll that the ark did once contain\nCould no such grace afford.\n\n6 Here, mighty God, accept our vows,\nHere let thy praise be spread;\nBless the provisions of thy house,\nAnd fill thy poor with bread.\n\n7 Here let the Son of David reign,\nLet God's Anointed shine;\nJustice and truth his court maintain,\nWith love and power divine.\n\n8 Here let him hold a lasting throne;\nAnd as his kingdom grows,\nFresh honours shall adorn his crown,\nAnd shame confound his foes.\n\n\nPsalm 133:1. C. M.\nBrotherly love.\n\n1 Lo! what an entertaining sight\nAre brethren that agree,\nBrethren, whose cheerful hearts unite\nIn bands of piety!\n\n2 When streams of love from Christ the spring\nDescend to every soul,\nAnd heavenly peace, with balmy wing,\nShades and bedews the whole;\n\n3 'Tis like the oil divinely sweet,\nOn Aaron's reverend head,\nThe trickling drops perfum'd his feet,\nAnd o'er his garments spread.\n\n4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews\nThat fall on Zion's hill,\nWhere God his mildest glory shews,\nAnd makes his grace distil.\n\n\nPsalm 133:2. S. M.\nCommunion of saints; or, Love\nand worship in a family.\n\n1 Blest are the sons of peace,\nWhose hearts and hopes are one,\nWhose kind designs to serve and please\nThro' all their actions run.\n\n2 Blest is the pious house\nWhere seat and friendship meet,\nTheir songs of praise, their mingled vows\nMake their communion sweet.\n\n3 Thus when on Aaron's head\nThey pour'd the rich perfume,\nThe oil thro' all his raiment spread,\nAnd pleasure fill'd the room.\n\n4 Thus on the heavenly hills\nThe saints are blest above,\nWhere joy like morning dew distils,\nAnd all the air is love.\n\n\nPsalm 133:3. As the 122nd Psalm.\nThe blessings of friendship.\n\n1 How pleasant 'tis to see\nKindred and friends agree,\nEach in their proper station move,\nAnd each fulfil their part\nWith sympathizing heart,\nIn all the cares of life and love!\n\n2 'Tis like the ointment shed\nOn Aaron's sacred head,\nDivinely rich, divinely sweet;\nThe oil, thro' all the room,\nDiffus'd a choice perfume,\nRan thro' his robes, and blest his feet.\n\n3 Like fruitful showers of rain,\nThat water all the plain,\nDescending from the neighbouring hills;\nSuch streams of pleasure roll\nThro' every friendly soul,\nWhere love like heavenly dew distils.\n\nRepeat the first stanza to complete the tune.\n\n\nPsalm 134.\nDaily and nightly devotion.\n\n1 Ye that obey th' immortal King,\nAttend his holy place,\nBow to the glories of his power,\nAnd bless his wondrous grace;\n\n2 Lift up your hands by morning-light,\nAnd send your souls on high;\nRaise your admiring thoughts by night\nAbove the starry sky.\n\n3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts\nWith rays of quickening grace;\nThe God that spread the heavens abroad,\nAnd rules the swelling seas.\n\n\nPsalm 135:1. 1-4 14 19 21. First Part. L. M.\nThe church is God's house and care.\n\n1 Praise ye the Lord, exalt his Name,\nWhile in his holy courts ye wait,\nYe saints, that to his house belong,\nOr stand attending at his gate.\n\n2 Praise ye the Lord; the Lord is good;\nTo praise his Name is sweet employ;\nIsrael he chose of old, and still\nHis church is his peculiar joy.\n\n3 The Lord himself will judge his saints;\nHe treats his servants as his friends;\nAnd when he hears their sore complaints,\nRepents the sorrows that he sends.\n\n4 Thro' every age the Lord declares\nHis Name and breaks th' oppressor's rod;\nHe gives his suffering servants rest,\nAnd will be known th' almighty God.\n\n6 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love,\nPeople and priests exalt his Name:\nAmongst his saints he ever dwells;\nHis church is his Jerusalem.\n\n\nPsalm 135:2. 5-12. Second Part. L. M.\nThe works of creation, providence, redemption\nof Israel, and destruction of enemies.\n\n1 Great is the Lord, exalted high\nAbove all powers and every throne;\nWhate'er he please in earth or sea,\nOr heaven, or hell, his hand hath done.\n\n2 At his command the vapours rise,\nThe lightnings flash, the thunders roar;\nHe pours the rain, he brings the wind,\nAnd tempest from his airy store.\n\n3 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent,\nO Egypt thro' thy stubborn land;\nWhen all thy first-born beasts and men\nFell dead by his avenging hand.\n\n4 What mighty nations, mighty kings,\nHe slew, and their whole country gave\nTo Israel, whom his hand redeem'd,\nNo more to be proud Pharaoh's slave!\n\n5 His power the same, the same his grace,\nThat saves us from the hosts of hell;\nAnd heaven he gives us to possess,\nWhence those apostate angels fell.\n\n\nPsalm 135:3. C. M.\nPraise due to God, not to idols.\n\n1 Awake, ye saints; to praise your King,\nYour sweetest passions raise,\nYour pious pleasure, while you sing,\nIncreasing with the praise.\n\n2 Great is the Lord; and works unknown\nAre his divine employ;\nBut still his saints are near his throne,\nHis treasure and his joy.\n\n3 Heaven, earth, and sea, confess his hand;\nHe bids the vapours rise;\nLightning and storm at his command\nSweep thro' the sounding skies.\n\n4 All power, that gods or kings have claim'd\nIs found with him alone;\nBut heathen gods should ne'er be nam'd\nWhere our Jehovah's known.\n\n5 Which of the stocks or stones they trust\nCan give them showers of rain?\nIn vain they worship glittering dust,\nAnd pray to gold in vain.\n\n6 [Their gods have tongues that cannot talk,\nSuch as their makers gave:\nTheir feet were ne'er design'd to walk,\nNor hands have power to save.\n\n7 Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf,\nNor hear when mortals pray;\nMortals, that wait for their relief,\nAre blind, and deaf as they.]\n\n8 O Britain, know thy living God,\nServe him with faith and fear;\nHe makes thy churches his abode,\nAnd claims thine honours there.\n\n\nPsalm 136:1. C. M.\nGod's wonders of creation, providence, redemption\nof Israel, and salvation of his people.\n\n1 Give thanks to God the sovereign Lord;\nHis mercies still endure!\nAnd be the King of kings ador'd;\nHis truth is ever sure.\n\n2 What wonders hath his wisdom done!\nHow mighty is his hand!\nHeaven, earth, and sea, he fram'd alone:\nHow wide is his command!\n\n3 The sun supplies the day with light;\nHow bright his counsels shine!\nThe moon and stars adorn the night;\nHis works are all divine!\n\n4 [He struck the sons of Egypt dead;\nHow dreadful is his rod!\nAnd thence with joy his people led:\nHow gracious is our God!\n\n5 He cleft the swelling sea in two;\nHis arm is great in might,\nAnd gave the tribes a passage thro';\nHis power and grace unite.\n\n6 But Pharaoh's army there he drown'd;\nHow glorious are his ways!\nAnd brought his saints thro' desert ground;\nEternal be his praise.\n\n7 Great monarchs fell beneath his hand,\nVictorious is his sword;\nWhile Israel took the promis'd land;\nAnd faithful is his word.]\n\n8 He saw the nations dead in sin;\nHe felt his pity move:\nHow sad the state the world was in!\nHow boundless was his love!\n\n9 He sent to save us from our woe;\nHis goodness never fails;\nFrom death, and hell, and every foe;\nAnd still his grace prevails.\n\n10 Give thanks to God the heavenly King;\nHis mercies still endure!\nLet the whole earth his praises sing;\nHis truth is ever sure.\n\n\nPsalm 136:2. As the 148th Psalm.\nGod's wonders of creation, providence, redemption\nof Israel, and salvation of his people.\n\n1 Give thanks to God most high,\nThe universal Lord;\nThe sovereign King of kings;\nAnd be his grace ador'd.\nHis power and grace\nAre still the same;\nAnd let his Name\nHave endless praise.\n\n2 How mighty is his hand!\nWhat wonders hath he done!\nHe form'd the earth and seas,\nAnd spread the heavens alone.\nThy mercy, Lord,\nShall still endure;\nAnd ever sure\nAbides thy word.\n\n3 His wisdom fram'd the sun\nTo crown the day with light;\nThe moon and twinkling stars\nTo cheer the darksome night.\nHis power and grace\nAre still the same;\nAnd let his Name\nHave endless praise.\n\n4 [He smote the first-born Sons,\nThe flower of Egypt, dead:\nAnd thence his chosen tribes\nWith joy and glory led.\nThy mercy, Lord,\nShall still endure;\nAnd ever sure\nAbides thy word.\n\n5 His power and lifted rod\nCleft the Red-sea in two:\nAnd for his people made\nA wondrous passage thro'.\nHis power and grace\nAre still the same;\nAnd let his Name\nHave endless praise.\n\n6 But cruel Pharaoh there\nWith all his host he drown'd;\nAnd brought his Israel safe\nThro' a long desert ground.\nThy mercy, Lord,\nShall still endure;\nAnd ever sure\nAbides thy word.\n\nPAUSE.\n\nThe kings of Canaan fell\nBeneath his dreadful hand:\nWhile his own servants took\nPossession of their land.\nHis power and grace\nAre still the same;\nAnd let his name\nHave endless praise.]\n\n8 He saw the nations lie\nAll perishing in sin,\nAnd pity'd the sad state\nThe ruin'd world was in.\nThy mercy, Lord,\nShall still endure;\nAnd ever sure\nAbides thy word.\n\n9 He sent his only Son\nTo save us from our woe,\nFrom Satan sin and death,\nAnd every hurtful foe.\nHis power and grace\nAre still the same;\nAnd let his Name\nHave endless praise.\n\n10 Give thanks aloud to God,\nTo God the heavenly King;\nAnd let the spacious earth\nHis works and glories sing.\nThy mercy, Lord,\nShall still endure;\nAnd ever sure\nAbides thy word.\n\n\nPsalm 136:3. Abridged. L. M.\nGod's wonders of creation, providence,\nredemption and salvation.\n\n1 Give to our God immortal praise;\nMercy and truth are all his ways:\n'Wonders of grace to God belong,\n'Repeat his mercies in your song.'\n\n2 Give to the Lord of lords renown,\nThe King of kings with glory crown:\n'His mercies ever shall endure,\n'When' lords and kings are known 'no more.'\n\n3 He built the earth, he spread the sky,\nAnd fix'd the starry lights on high;\n'Wonders of grace to God belong,\n'Repeat his mercies in your song.'\n\n4 He fills the sun with morning light,\nHe bids the moon direct the night:\n'His mercies ever shall endure,\n'When' suns and moons shall shine 'no more.'\n\n5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand,\nAnd brought them to the promis'd land;\n'Wonders of grace to God belong,\n'Repeat his mercies in your song.'\n\n6 He saw the Gentiles dead in sin,\nAnd felt his pity work within:\n'His mercies ever shall endure,\n'When' death and sin shall reign 'no more.'\n\n7 He sent his Son with power to save\nFrom guilt, and darkness, and the grave:\n'Wonders of grace to God belong,\n'Repeat his mercies in your song.'\n\n8 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet,\nAnd leads us to his heavenly seat:\n'His mercies ever shall endure,\n'When' this vain world shall be 'no more.'\n\n\nPsalm 138.\nRestoring and preserving grace.\n\n1 [With all my powers of heart and tongue\nI'll praise my Maker in my song:\nAngels shall hear the notes I raise,\nApprove the song, and join the praise.\n\n2 Angels that make thy church their care\nShall witness my devotions there,\nWhile holy zeal directs my eyes\nTo thy fair temple in the skies.]\n\n3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord,\nI'll sing the wonders of thy word;\nNot all thy works and names below\nSo much thy power and glory show.\n\n4 To God I cry'd when troubles rose;\nHe heard me, and subdu'd my foes,\nHe did my rising fears control,\nAnd strength diffus'd thro' all my soul.\n\n5 The God of heaven maintains his state,\nFrowns on the proud and scorns the great;\nBut from his throne descends to see\nThe sons of humble poverty.\n\n6 Amidst a thousand snares I stand\nUpheld and guarded by thy hand;\nThy words my fainting soul revive,\nAnd keep my dying faith alive.\n\n7 Grace will complete what grace begins,\nTo save from sorrows or from sins;\nThe work that wisdom undertakes\nEternal mercy ne'er forsakes.\n\n\nPsalm 139:1. First Part. L. M.\nThe all-seeing God.\n\n1 Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me thro';\nThine eye commands with piercing view\nMy rising and my resting hours,\nMy heart and flesh with all their powers.\n\n2 My thoughts, before they are my own,\nAre to my God distinctly known;\nHe knows the words I mean to speak\nEre from my opening lips they break.\n\n3 Within thy circling power I stand;\nOn every side I find thy hand:\nAwake, asleep, at home, abroad,\nI am surrounded still with God.\n\n4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great!\nWhat large extent! what lofty height!\nMy soul, with all the powers I boast,\nIs in the boundless prospect lost.\n\n5 \"O may these thoughts possess my breast,\n\"Where'er I rove where'er I rest!\n\"Nor let my weaker passions dare\n\"Consent to sin, for God is there.\"\n\nPAUSE I.\n\n6 Could I so false, so faithless prove,\nTo quit thy service and thy love,\nWhere, Lord, could I thy presence shun,\nOr from thy dreadful glory run?\n\n7 If up to heaven I take my flight,\n'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light;\nOr dive to hell, there vengeance reigns,\nAnd Satan groans beneath thy chains.\n\n8 If mounted on a morning ray,\nI fly beyond the western sea,\nThy swifter hand would first arrive,\nAnd there arrest thy fugitive.\n\n9 Or should I try to shun thy sight\nBeneath the spreading veil of night,\nOne glance of thine, one piercing ray,\nWould kindle darkness into day.\n\n10 \"O may these thoughts possess my breast,\n\"Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!\n\"Nor let my weaker passions dare\n\"Consent to sin, for God is there.\"\n\nPAUSE II.\n\n11 The veil of night is no disguise,\nNo screen from thy all-searching eyes;\nThy hand can seize thy foes as soon,\nThro' midnight shades as blazing noon.\n\n12 Midnight and noon in this agree,\nGreat God, they're both alike to thee:\nNot death can hide what God will spy,\nAnd hell lies naked to his eye.\n\n13 \"O may these thoughts possess my breast,\n\"Where'er I rove where'er I rest!\n\"Nor let my weaker passions dare\n\"Consent to sin, for God is there.\"\n\n\nPsalm 139:2. Second Part. L. M.\nThe wonderful formation of man.\n\n1 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came,\nA work of such a curious frame;\nIn me thy fearful wonders shine,\nAnd each proclaims thy skill divine.\n\n2 Thine eyes did all my limbs survey,\nWhich yet in dark confusion lay;\nThou saw'st the daily growth they took,\nForm'd by the model of thy book.\n\n3 By thee my growing parts were nam'd,\nAnd what thy sovereign counsels fram'd,\n(The breathing lungs, the beating heart)\nWas copy'd with unerring art.\n\n4 At last, to shew my Maker's name,\nGod stamp'd his image on my frame,\nAnd in some unknown moment join'd\nThe finish'd members to the mind.\n\n5 There the young seeds of thought began\nAnd all the passions of the man:\nGreat God, our infant nature pays\nImmortal tribute to thy praise.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n6 Lord, since in my advancing age\nI've acted on life's busy stage,\nThy thoughts of love to me surmount\nThe power of numbers to recount.\n\n7 I could survey the ocean o'er,\nAnd count each sand that makes the shore,\nBefore my swiftest thoughts could trace\nThe numerous wonders of thy grace.\n\n8 These on my heart are still impress'd,\nWith these I give my eyes to rest;\nAnd at my waking hour I find\nGod and his love possess my mind.\n\n\nPsalm 139:3. Third Part. L. M.\nSincerity professed, and grace tried; or, The heart-\nsearching of God.\n\n1 My God, what inward grief I feel\nWhen impious men transgress thy will!\nI mourn to hear their lips profane\nTake thy tremendous Name in vain.\n\n2 Does not my soul detest and hate\nThe sons of malice and deceit?\nThose that oppose thy laws and thee\nI count them enemies to me.\n\n3 Lord, search my soul, try every thought;\nTho' my own heart accuse me not\nOf walking in a false disguise,\nI beg the trial of thine eyes.\n\n4 Doth secret mischief lurk within?\nDo I indulge some unknown sin?\nO turn my feet whene'er I stray,\nAnd lead me in thy perfect way.\n\n\nPsalm 139:4. First Part. C. M.\nGod is every where.\n\n1 In all my vast concerns with thee\nIn vain my soul would try\nTo shun thy presence, Lord, or flee\nThe notice of thine eye.\n\n2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys\nMy rising and my rest,\nMy public walks, my private ways,\nAnd secrets of my breast.\n\n3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord\nBefore they're form'd within:\nAnd ere my lips pronounce the word,\nHe knows the sense I mean.\n\n4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high!\nWhere can a creature hide?\nWithin thy circling arms I lie,\nBeset on every side.\n\n5 So let thy grace surround me still,\nAnd like a bulwark prove,\nTo guard my soul from every ill,\nSecur'd by sovereign love.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n6 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire,\nForgotten and unknown?\nIn hell they meet thy dreadful fire,\nIn heaven thy glorious throne.\n\n7 Should I suppress my vital breath\nTo 'scape the wrath divine,\nThy voice would break the bars of death,\nAnd make the grave resign.\n\n8 If wing'd with beams of morning light,\nI fly beyond the west,\nThy hand, which must support my flight,\nWould soon betray my rest.\n\n9 If o'er my sins I think to draw\nThe curtains of the night,\nThose flaming eyes that guard thy law\nWould turn the shades to light.\n\n10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour,\nAre both alike to thee:\nO may I ne'er provoke that power\nFrom which I cannot flee!\n\n\nPsalm 139:5. Second Part. C. M.\nThe wisdom of God in the formation of man.\n\n1 When I with pleasing wonder stand,\nAnd all my frame survey,\nLord, 'tis thy work; I own thy hand\nThus built my humble clay.\n\n2 Thy hand my heart and reins possest\nWhere unborn nature grew,\nThy wisdom all my features trac'd,\nAnd all my members drew.\n\n3 Thine eye with nicest care survey'd\nThe growth of every part;\nTill the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid\nWas copied by thy art.\n\n4 Heaven, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind,\nShew me thy wondrous skill;\nBut I review myself, and find\nDiviner wonders still.\n\n5 Thy awful glories round me shine,\nMy flesh proclaims thy praise;\nLord, to thy works of nature join\nThy miracles of grace.\n\n\nPsalm 139:6. 14 17 18. Third Part. C. M.\nThe mercies of God innumerable.\n\nAn evening psalm.\n\n1 Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er,\nThey strike me with surprise;\nNot all the sands that spread the shore\nTo equal numbers rise.\n\n2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands,\nThe product of thy skill,\nAnd hourly blessings from thy hands,\nThy thoughts of love reveal.\n\n3 These on my heart by night I keep;\nHow kind, how dear to me!\nO may the hour that ends my sleep\nStill find my thoughts with thee.\n\n\nPsalm 141. 2-5.\nWatchfulness, and brotherly reproof.\n\nA morning or evening psalm.\n\n1 My God, accept my early vows,\nLike morning incense in thine house,\nAnd let my nightly worship rise\nSweet as the evening sacrifice.\n\n2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,\nFrom every rash and heedless word;\nNor let my feet incline to tread\nThe guilty path where sinners lead.\n\n3 O may the righteous, when I stray,\nSmite, and reprove my wandering way!\nTheir gentle words, like ointment shed,\nShall never bruise, but cheer my head.\n\n4 When I behold them prest with grief,\nI'll cry to heaven for their relief;\nAnd by my warm petitions prove\nhow much I prize their faithful love.\n\n\nPsalm 142.\nGod is the hope of the helpless.\n\n1 To God I made my sorrows known,\nFrom God I sought relief;\nIn long complaints before his throne\nI pour'd out all my grief.\n\n2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes,\nMy heart began to break;\nMy God, who all my burdens knows,\nHe knows the way I take.\n\n3 On every side I cast mine eye,\nAnd found my helpers gone,\nWhile friends and strangers pass'd me by\nNeglected or unknown.\n\n4 Then did I raise a louder cry,\nAnd call'd thy mercy near,\n\"Thou art my portion when I die,\n\"Be thou my refuge here.\"\n\n5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low,\nNow let thine ear attend,\nAnd make my foes who vex me know\nI've an almighty Friend.\n\n6 From my sad prison set me free,\nThen shall I praise thy Name,\nAnd holy men shall join with me\nThy kindness to proclaim.\n\n\nPsalm 143.\nComplaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body.\n\n1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God,\nHear when I spread my hands abroad\nAnd cry for succour from thy throne,\nO make thy truth and mercy known.\n\n2 Let judgment not against me pass;\nBehold thy servant pleads thy grace:\nShould justice call us to thy bar,\nNo man alive is guiltless there.\n\n3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see\nThe mighty woes that burden me;\nDown to the dust my life is brought,\nLike one long bury'd and forgot.\n\n4 I dwell in darkness and unseen,\nMy heart is desolate within;\nMy thoughts in musing silence trace\nThe ancient wonders of thy grace.\n\n5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope\nTo bear my sinking spirits up;\nI stretch my hands to God again,\nAnd thirst like parched lands for rain.\n\n6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;\nWhen will thy smiling face return?\nShall all my joys on earth remove?\nAnd God for ever hide his love?\n\n7 My God, thy long delay to save\nWill sink thy prisoner to the grave;\nMy heart grows faint, and dim mine eye;\nMake haste to help before I die.\n\n8 The night is witness to my tears,\nDistressing pains, distressing fears;\nO might I hear thy morning voice,\nHow would my weary'd powers rejoice!\n\n9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,\nAnd lift my heavy soul on high,\nFor thee sit waiting all the day,\nAnd wear the tiresome hours away.\n\n10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show\nWhich is the path my feet should go;\nIf snares and foes beset the road,\nI flee to hide me near my God.\n\n11 Teach me to do thy holy will,\nAnd lead me to thy heavenly hill;\nLet the good Spirit of thy love\nConduct me to thy courts above.\n\n12 Then shall my soul no more complain,\nThe tempter then shall rage in vain;\nAnd flesh that was my foe before,\nShall never vex my spirit more.\n\n\nPsalm 144:1. 1 2. First Part.\nAssistance and victory in the spiritual warfare.\n\n1 For ever blessed be the Lord,\nMy Saviour and my shield;\nHe sends his Spirit with his word\nTo arm me for the field.\n\n2 When sin and hell their force unite,\nHe makes my soul his care,\nInstructs me to the heavenly fight,\nAnd guards me thro' the war.\n\n3 A friend and helper so divine\nDoth my weak courage raise;\nHe makes the glorious victory mine,\nAnd his shall be the praise.\n\n\nPsalm 144:2. 3 4 5 6. Second Part.\nThe vanity of man, and condescension of God.\n\n1 Lord, what is man, poor feeble man,\nBorn of the earth at first!\nHis life a shadow, light and vain,\nStill hasting to the dust.\n\n2 O what is feeble dying man\nOr any of his race,\nThat God should make it his concern\nTo visit him with grace!\n\n3 That God who darts his lightnings down,\nWho shakes the worlds above,\nAnd mountains tremble at his frown,\nHow wondrous is his love.\n\n\nPsalm 144:3. 12-15. Third Part.\nGrace above riches; or, The happy nation.\n\n1 Happy the city, where their sons\nLike pillars round a palace set,\nAnd daughters bright as polish'd stones\nGive strength and beauty to the state.\n\n2 Happy the country, where the sheep,\nCattle, and corn, have large increase;\nWhere men securely work or sleep,\nNor sons of plunder break the peace.\n\n3 Happy the nation thus endow'd,\nBut more divinely blest are those\nOn whom the all-sufficient God\nHimself with all his grace bestows.\n\n\nPsalm 145:1. L. M.\nThe greatness of God.\n\n1 My God, my King, thy various praise\nShall fill the remnant of my days;\nThy grace employ my humble tongue\nTill death and glory raise the song.\n\n2 The wings of every hour shall bear\nSome thankful tribute to thine ear;\nAnd every setting sun shall see\nNew works of duty done for thee.\n\n3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim;\nThy bounty flows, an endless stream,\nThy mercy swift, thine anger slow,\nBut dreadful to the stubborn foe.\n\n4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine,\nAnd speak thy majesty divine;\nLet Britain round her shores proclaim\nThe sound and honour of thy Name.\n\n5 Let distant times and nations raise\nThe long succession of thy praise;\nAnd unborn ages make my song\nThe joy and labour of their tongue.\n\n6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?\nThy greatness all our thoughts exceeds!\nVast and unsearchable thy ways!\nVast and immortal be thy praise!\n\n\nPsalm 145:2. 1-7 11-13. First Part.\nThe greatness of God.\n\n1 Long as I live I'll bless thy Name,\nMy King, my God of love;\nMy work and joy shall be the same\nIn the bright world above.\n\n2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown,\nAnd let his praise be great:\nI'll sing the honours of thy throne,\nThy works of grace repeat.\n\n3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;\nAnd while my lips rejoice,\nThe men that hear my sacred song\nShall join their cheerful voice.\n\n4 Fathers to Sons shall teach thy Name,\nAnd children learn thy ways;\nAges to come thy truth proclaim,\nAnd nations sound thy praise.\n\n5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date\nShall thro' the world be known;\nThine arm of power, thy heavenly state,\nWith public splendor shown.\n\n6 The world is manag'd by thy hands,\nThy saints are rul'd by love;\nAnd thine eternal kingdom stands,\nTho' rocks and hills remove.\n\n\nPsalm 145:3. 7 &c. Second Part.\nThe goodness of God.\n\n1 Sweet is the memory of thy grace,\nMy God, my heavenly king;\nLet age to age thy righteousness\nIn sounds of glory sing.\n\n2 God reigns on high, but not confines\nHis goodness to the skies;\nThro' the whole earth his bounty shines,\nAnd every want supplies.\n\n3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait\nOn thee for daily food,\nThy liberal hand provides their meat\nAnd fills their mouths with good.\n\n4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord!\nHow slow thine anger moves!\nBut soon he sends his pardoning word\nTo cheer the souls he loves.\n\n5 Creatures, with all their endless race,\nThy power and praise proclaim;\nBut saints that taste thy richer grace\nDelight to bless thy Name.\n\n\nPsalm 145:4. 14 17 &c. Third Part.\nMercy to sufferers; or, God hearing prayer.\n\n1 Let every tongue thy goodness speak,\nThou sovereign Lord of all;\nThy strengthening hands uphold the weak,\nAnd raise the poor that fall.\n\n2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,\nOr virtue lies distrest\nBeneath some proud oppressor's frown,\nThou giv'st the mourners rest.\n\n3 The Lord supports our tottering days,\nAnd guides our giddy youth;\nHoly and just are all his ways,\nAnd all his words are truth.\n\n4 He knows the pains his servants feel,\nHe hears his children cry,\nAnd their best wishes to fulfil\nHis grace is ever nigh.\n\n5 His mercy never shall remove\nFrom men of heart sincere;\nHe saves the souls whose humble love\nIs join'd with holy fear.\n\n6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay,\nAnd pierce their hearts with pain;\nBut none that serve the Lord shall say,\n\"They sought his aid in vain.\"]\n\n7 [My lips shall dwell upon his praise,\nAnd spread his fame abroad;\nLet all the sons of Adam raise\nThe honours of their God.]\n\n\nPsalm 146:1. L. M.\nPraise to God for his goodness and truth.\n\n1 Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join\nIn work so pleasant, so divine,\nNow, while the flesh is mine abode,\nAnd when my soul ascends to God.\n\n2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers,\nWhile immortality endures;\nMy days of praise shall ne'er be past,\nWhile life and thought and being last.\n\n3 Why should I make a man my trust?\nPrinces must die and turn to dust;\nTheir breath departs, their pomp and power\nAnd thoughts, all vanish in an hour.\n\n4 Happy the man whose hopes rely\nOn Israel's God: he made the sky,\nAnd earth and seas with all their train,\nAnd none shall find his promise vain.\n\n5 His truth for ever stands secure;\nHe saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor;\nHe sends the labouring conscience peace,\nAnd grants the prisoner sweet release.\n\n6 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;\nThe Lord supports the sinking mind;\nHe helps the stranger in distress,\nThe widow and the fatherless.\n\n7 He loves his saints, he knows them well,\nBut turns the wicked down to hell:\nThy God, O Zion, ever reigns;\nPraise him in everlasting strains.\n\n\nPsalm 146:2. As the 113th Psalm.\nPraise to God for his goodness and truth.\n\n1 I'll praise my Maker with my breath;\nAnd when my voice is lost in death\nPraise shall employ my nobler powers:\nMy days of praise shall ne'er he past\nWhile life and thought and being last,\nOr immortality endures.\n\n2 Why should I make a man my trust?\nPrinces must die and turn to dust;\nVain is the help of flesh and blood:\nTheir breath departs, their pomp and power,\nAnd thoughts all vanish in an hour,\nNor can they make their promise good.\n\n3 Happy the man whose hopes rely\nOn Israel's God: he made the sky,\nAnd earth and seas with all their train;\nHis truth for ever stands secure;\nHe saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor,\nAnd none shall find his promise vain.\n\n4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;\nThe Lord supports the sinking mind;\nHe sends the labouring conscience peace:\nHe helps the stranger in distress,\nThe widow and the fatherless,\nAnd grants the prisoner sweet release.\n\n5 He loves his saints; he knows them well,\nBut turns the wicked down to hell;\nThy God, O Zion, ever reigns:\nLet every tongue, let every age,\nIn this exalted work engage;\nPraise him in everlasting strains.\n\n6 I'll praise him while he lends me breath,\nAnd when my voice is lost in death\nPraise shall employ my nobler powers:\nMy days of praise shall ne'er be past\nWhile life and thought and being last,\nOr immortality endures.\n\n\nPsalm 147:1. First Part.\nThe divine nature, providence and grace.\n\n1 Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise\nOur hearts and voices in his praise;\nHis nature and his works invite\nTo make this duty our delight.\n\n2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem,\nAnd gathers nations to his Name:\nHis mercy melts the stubborn soul,\nAnd makes the broken spirit whole.\n\n3 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames,\nHe counts their numbers, calls their names:\nHis wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,\nA deep where all our thoughts are drown'd.\n\n4 Great is our Lord, and great his might;\nAnd all his glories infinite:\nHe crowns the meek, rewards the just,\nAnd treads the wicked to the dust.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,\nWho spreads his cloud all round the sky,\nThere he prepares the fruitful rain,\nNor lets the drops descend in vain.\n\n6 He makes the grass the hills adorn,\nAnd clothes the smiling fields with corn,\nThe beasts with food his hands supply,\nAnd the young ravens when they cry.\n\n7 What is the creature's skill or force,\nThe sprightly man, the warlike horse,\nThe nimble wit, the active limb?\nAll are too mean delights for him.\n\n8 But saints are lovely in his sight;\nHe views his children with delight:\nHe sees their hope, he knows their fear,\nAnd looks and loves his image there.\n\n\nPsalm 147:2. Second Part.\nSummer and winter.\n\nA song for Great Britain.\n\n1 O Britain, praise thy mighty God,\nAnd make his honours known abroad,\nHe bid the ocean round thee flow;\nNot bars of brass could guard thee so.\n\n2 Thy children are secure and blest;\nThy shores have peace, thy cities rest;\nHe feeds thy sons with finest wheat,\nAnd adds his blessing to their meat.\n\n3 Thy changing season he ordains,\nThine early and thy later rains:\nHis flakes of snow like wool he sends,\nAnd thus the springing corn defends.\n\n4 With hoary frost he strews the ground;\nHis hail descends with clattering sound:\nWhere is the man so vainly bold\nThat dares defy his dreadful cold?\n\n5 He bids the southern breezes blow,\nThe ice dissolves, the waters flow;\nBut he hath nobler works and ways\nTo call the Britons to his praise.\n\n6 To all the Isle his laws are shown,\nHis gospel thro' the nation known;\nHe hath not thus reveal'd his word\nTo every land: Praise ye the Lord.\n\n\nPsalm 147:3. 7-9 13-18. C. M.\nThe seasons of the year.\n\n1 With songs and honours sounding loud\nAddress the Lord on high;\nOver the heavens he spreads his cloud,\nAnd waters veil the sky.\n\n2 He sends his showers of blessing down\nTo cheer the plains below;\nHe makes the grass the mountains crown,\nAnd corn in vallies grow.\n\n3 He gives the grazing ox his meat,\nHe hears the ravens cry;\nBut man, who tastes his finest wheat,\nShould raise his honours high.\n\n4 His steady counsels change the face\nOf the declining year;\nHe bids the sun cut short his race,\nAnd wintry days appear.\n\n5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow\nDescend and clothe the ground;\nThe liquid streams forbear to flow,\nIn icy fetters bound.\n\n6 When from his dreadful stores on high\nHe pours the rattling hail,\nThe wretch that dares this God defy\nShall find his courage fail.\n\n7 He sends his word and melts the snow,\nThe fields no longer mourn;\nHe calls the warmer gales to blow,\nAnd bids the spring return.\n\n8 The changing wind, the flying cloud,\nObey his mighty word:\nWith songs and honours sounding loud,\nPraise ye the sovereign Lord.\n\n\nPsalm 148:1. P. M.\nPraise to God from all creatures.\n\n1 Ye tribes of Adam, join\nWith heaven, and earth, and seas,\nAnd offer notes divine\nTo your Creator's praise:\nYe holy throng\nOf angels bright,\nIn worlds of light,\nBegin the song.\n\n2 Thou sun with dazzling rays,\nAnd moon that rules the night,\nShine to your Maker's praise,\nWith stars of twinkling light:\nHis power declare,\nYe floods on high,\nAnd clouds that fly\nIn empty air.\n\n3 The shining worlds above\nIn glorious order stand,\nOr in swift courses move\nBy his supreme command:\nHe spake the word,\nAnd all their frame\nFrom nothing came\nTo praise the Lord.\n\n4 He mov'd their mighty wheels\nIn unknown ages past,\nAnd each his word fulfils\nWhile time and nature last:\nIn different ways\nHis works proclaim\nHis wondrous Name,\nAnd speak his praise.\n\nPAUSE.\n\n5 Let all the earth-born race,\nAnd monsters of the deep,\nThe fish that cleave the seas,\nOr in their bosom sleep,\nFrom sea and shore\nTheir tribute pay,\nAnd still display\nTheir Maker's power.\n\n6 Ye vapours, hail, and snow,\nPraise ye Th' almighty Lord,\nAnd stormy winds that blow\nTo execute his word:\nWhen lightnings shine,\nOr thunders roar,\nLet earth adore\nHis hand divine.\n\n7 Ye mountains near the skies,\nWith lofty cedars there,\nAnd trees of humbler size,\nThat fruit in plenty bear;\nBeasts wild and tame,\nBirds, flies, and worms,\nIn various forms\nExalt his Name.\n\n8 Ye kings and judges, fear\nThe Lord, the sovereign King;\nAnd while you rule us here,\nHis heavenly honours sing:\nNor let the dream\nOf power and state\nMake you forget\nHis power supreme.\n\n9 Virgins, and youths, engage\nTo sound his praise divine,\nWhile infancy and age\nTheir feebler voices join:\nWide as he reigns\nHis Name be sung\nBy every tongue\nIn endless strains.\n\n10 Let all the nations fear\nThe God that rules above;\nHe brings his people near,\nAnd makes them taste his love:\nWhile earth and sky\nAttempt his praise,\nHis saints shall raise\nHis honours high.\n\n\nPsalm 148:2. Paraphrased. L. M.\nUniversal praise to God.\n\n1 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord,\nFrom distant worlds where creatures dwell:\nLet heaven begin the solemn word,\nAnd sound it dreadful down to hell.\n\nNote. This psalm may be sung to the tune of the old 112th or\n127th Psalm, if these two lines be added to every stanza, viz.\n\nEach of his works his Name displays,\nBut they can ne'er fulfil the praise.\n\nOtherwise it must be sung to the usual tunes of the Long Metre.\n\n2 The Lord! how absolute he reigns!\nLet every angel bend the knee;\nSing of his love in heavenly strains,\nAnd speak how fierce his terrors be.\n\n3 High on a throne his glories dwell,\nAn awful throne of shining bliss:\nFly thro' the world, O sun, and tell\nHow dark thy beams compar'd to his.\n\n4 Awake, ye tempests, and his fame\nIn sounds of dreadful praise declare;\nAnd the sweet whisper of his Name\nFill every gentler breeze of air.\n\n5 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree\nTo join their praise with blazing fire;\nLet the firm earth, and rolling sea,\nIn this eternal song conspire.\n\n6 Ye flowery plains, proclaim his skill;\nVallies, lie low before his eye;\nAnd let his praise from every hill\nRise tuneful to the neighbouring sky.\n\n7 Ye stubborn oaks, and stately pines,\nBend your high branches and adore:\nPraise him, ye beasts, in different strains;\nThe lamb must bleat, the lion roar.\n\n8 Birds, ye must make his praise your theme,\nNature demands a song from you;\nWhile the dumb fish that cut the stream\nLeap up, and mean his praises too.\n\n9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue,\nWhen nature all around you sings?\nO for a shout from old and young,\nFrom humble swains, and lofty kings!\n\n10 Wide as his vast dominion lies\nMake the Creator's name be known;\nLoud as his thunder shout his praise,\nAnd sound it lofty as his throne.\n\n11 Jehovah! 'tis a glorious word,\nO may it dwell on every tongue!\nBut saints who best have known the Lord\nAre bound to raise the noblest song.\n\n12 Speak of the wonders of that love\nWhich Gabriel plays on every chord:\nFrom all below and all above,\nLoud hallelujahs to the Lord!\n\n\nPsalm 148:3. S. M.\nUniversal praise.\n\n1 Let every creature join\nTo praise th' eternal God;\nYe heavenly hosts, the song begin,\nAnd sound his Name abroad.\n\n2 Thou sun with golden beams,\nAnd moon with paler rays;\nYe starry lights, ye twinkling flames,\nShine to your Maker's praise.\n\n3 He built those worlds above,\nAnd fix'd their wondrous frame;\nBy his command they stand or move,\nAnd ever speak his Name.\n\n4 Ye vapours, when ye rise,\nOr fall in showers, or snow,\nYe thunders, murmuring round the skies,\nHis power and glory show.\n\n5 Wind, hail, and flashing fire,\nAgree to praise the Lord,\nWhen ye in dreadful storms conspire\nTo execute his word.\n\n6 By all his works above\nHis honours be exprest;\nBut saints that taste his saving love\nShould sing his praises best.\n\nPAUSE I.\n\n7 Let earth and ocean know\nThey owe their Maker praise;\nPraise him, ye watery worlds below,\nAnd monsters of the seas.\n\n8 From mountains near the sky\nLet his high praise resound,\nFrom humble shrubs and cedars high,\nAnd vales and fields around.\n\n9 Ye lions of the wood,\nAnd tamer beasts that graze,\nYe live upon his daily food,\nAnd he expects your praise.\n\n10 Ye birds of lofty wing,\nOn high his praises bear;\nOr sit on flowery boughs, and sing\nYour Maker's glory there.\n\n11 Ye creeping ants and worms,\nHis various wisdom show,\nAnd flies, in all your shining swarms,\nPraise him that drest you so.\n\n12 By all the earth-born race\nHis honours be exprest;\nBut saints that know his heavenly grace\nShould learn to praise him best.\n\nPAUSE II.\n\n13 Monarchs of wide command,\nPraise ye th' eternal King;\nJudges, adore that sovereign hand\nWhence all your honours spring.\n\n14 Let vigorous youth engage\nTo sound his praises high;\nWhile growing babes, and withering age,\nTheir feebler voices try.\n\n15 United zeal be shown,\nHis wondrous fame to raise;\nGod is the Lord: his name alone\nDeserves our endless praise.\n\n16 Let nature join with art,\nAnd all pronounce him blest;\nBut saints that dwell so near his heart,\nShould sing his praises best.\n\n\nPsalm 149.\nPraise God, all his saints; or,\nThe saints judging the world.\n\n1 All ye that love the Lord, rejoice,\nAnd let your songs be new;\nAmidst the church with cheerful voice\nHis later wonders shew.\n\n2 The Jews, the people of his grace,\nShall their Redeemer sing;\nAnd Gentile nations join the praise,\nWhile Zion owns her King.\n\n3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just,\nWhom sinners treat with scorn;\nThe meek that lie despis'd in dust\nSalvation shall adorn.\n\n4 Saints should be joyful in their King,\nEv'n on a dying bed;\nAnd like the souls in glory sing,\nFor God shall raise the dead.\n\n5 Then his high praise shall fill their tongues,\nTheir hands shall wield the sword;\nAnd vengeance shall attend their songs,\nThe vengeance of the Lord.\n\n6 When Christ his judgment-seat ascends,\nAnd bids the world appear,\nThrones are prepar'd for all his friends,\nWho humbly lov'd him here.\n\n7 Then shall they rule with iron rod\nNations that dar'd rebel;\nAnd join the sentence of their God\nOn tyrants doom'd to hell.\n\n8 The royal sinners bound in chains\nNew triumphs shall afford;\nSuch honour for the saints remains:\nPraise ye, and love the Lord.\n\n\nPsalm 150. 1 2 6.\n\nA song of praise.\n\n1 In God's own house pronounce his praise,\nHis grace he there reveals;\nTo heaven your joy and wonder raise,\nFor there his glory dwells.\n\n2 Let all your sacred passions move,\nWhile you rehearse his deeds;\nBut the great work of saving love\nYour highest praise exceeds.\n\n3 All that have motion, life, and breath,\nProclaim your Maker blest;\nYet when my voice expires in death,\nMy soul shall praise him best.\n\n\nDoxology.\n\nThe Christian Doxology.\n\n\nLong Metre.\n\nTo God the Father, God the Son,\nAnd God the Spirit, Three in One,\nBe honour, praise, and glory given,\nBy all on earth, and all in heaven.\n\n\nCommon Metre.\n\nLet God the Father, and the Son,\nAnd Spirit be ador'd,\nWhere there are works to make him known,\nOr saints to love the Lord.\n\n\nCommon Metre.\n\nWhere the tune includes two stanzas.\n\n1 The God of mercy be ador'd,\nWho calls our souls from death,\nWho saves by his redeeming word,\nAnd new-creating breath.\n\n2 To praise the Father and the Son\nAnd Spirit all divine,\nThe One in Three, and Three in One,\nLet saints and angels join.\n\n\nShort Metre.\n\nYe angels round the throne,\nAnd saints that dwell below,\nWorship the Father, love the Son,\nAnd bless the Spirit too.\n\n\nAs the 113th Psalm.\n\nNow to the great and sacred Three,\nThe Father, Son, and Spirit be\nEternal praise and glory given,\nThro' all the worlds where God is known,\nBy all the angels near the throne,\nAnd all the saints in earth and heaven.\n\n\nAs the 148th Psalm.\n\nTo God the Father's throne\nPerpetual honours raise,\nGlory to God the Son,\nTo God the Spirit praise:\nWith all our powers,\nEternal King,\nThy Name we sing,\nWhile faith adores.","title":"The Psalms of David: Imitated in the Language of the New Testament and Applied to the Christian State and Worship","tradition":"scripture-revelation","translated_text":null,"word_count":64728}