FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D.
BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO
THE LIBRARY OF
PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY
Stcthm- Tb3-S
T ]$J^W 1 1936
P S A WM ( D A°V I D,
Imitated in the Language of the
New Teftament,
And apply'd to the
Chriftian State and Worfhip,
By L W
ATT S.
Cfje Second <£tntton.
Luke xxiv. 44. All things muft be fulfilled which were written in - the Pfalms concerning me.
Heb. xi. 52. David, Samuel, and the Pro- phets. Ver. 40. ■ 'That they without Ig
Jhould not be made perfeft.
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THE
THE
PSALMS of DAVID,
Imitated in the
L A N G U A G E
OFT H E
New Testament.
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Psalm I. Common Metre. 'The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked*
1 T} LEST is the Man who fhuns the Place Jij Where Sinners love to meet ;
Who fears to tread their wicked Ways, And hates the Scoffer's 'Seat.
2 But in the Statutes of the Lord,
Has plac'd his chief Delight ; By Day he reads or hears the Word, And meditates by Night.
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3 [He like a Plant of generous Kind
By living Waters fet, Safe from the Storms and Wafting Wind, Enjoys a peaceful State.]]
4 Green as the Leaf, and ever fair
Shall his Profeffion fhine ;
While Fruits of Holinefs appear
Like Clufters on the Vine.
5 Not fo the Impious and Unjuft;
What vain Defigns they form ! Their Hopes are blown away like Duff, Or Chaff before the Storm.
tf Sinners in Judgment fhall not ftand Amongft the Sons of Grace, When Chrift the Judge at his Right-hand Appoints his Saints a Place.
7 His Eye beholds the Path they tread, His Heart approves it well ; But crooked Ways of Sinners lead Down to the Gates of Hell.
Psalm I. Short Metre. 'The Saint Happy , the Sinner Miferable,
1 *HH H E Man is ever bleft
X Who fhuns the Sinner's Ways, Among their Counfels never ftands, Nor takes the Scorner's Place,
2 But makes the Law of God
His Study and Delight, Amidfl: the Labours of the Day, And Watches of the Night.
5 He like a Tree fhall thrive, With Waters near the Root:
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Frefh as the Leaf his Name fhall live, His Works are heav nly Fruit.
4 Not fo th' ungodly Race, They no fuch BleiTmgs find :
Their Hopes fhall flee like empty Chaff Before the driving Wind.
5 How will they bear to ftand Before that Judgment-Seat,
Where alJ the Saints at Chrlffi Right-hand In full Affembly meet ?
6 He knows, and he approves The Way the Righteous go ;
But Sinners and their Works fhall meet
A dreadful Overthrow.
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Psalm I. Long Metre. *The Difference between the Right ecus and the Wicked* I T TAppy the Man, whole cautious Feet ij Shun the broad Way that Sinners go, Who hates the Place where Atheilts meet, And fears to talk as Scoffers do.
z He loves t* employ his Morning-Light Amongft the Statutes of the Lord ; And fpends the wakeful Hours of Night, With Pleafure pond 'ring o'er the Word.
3 He, like a Plant by gentle Streams, Shall flourifh in immortal Green ;
And Heav'n will fhine with kindeft Beams On ev'iy Work his Hands begin.
4 But Sinners find their Counfels croft ; As Chaff before the Tempeft flies,
So fhall their Hopes be blown and loft, When the la ft Trumpeifbakes the Skies.
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5 In vain the Rebel feeks to ftand
In Judgment with the pious Race ; The dreadful Judge withftern Command Divides him to a different Place.
6 <l Strait is the Way my Saints have trod, * I bleft the Path, and drew it plain ;
u But you would chufe the crooked Road ; ,f And down it leads to endlefi Pain.
Psalm II. Short Metre.
Tranflated according to the Divine Pattern, ABs 4.
24, &>c.
Cbrifi Dying j Rijin& Interceding, and Reigning.
1 [\ \ Aker and Sovereign Lord
1 Vx Of Heaven, and Earth, and Seas> Thy Providence confirms thy Word, And anfwers thy Decrees^
2 The Things fo long foretold By David are fulfill'd,
When Jews and Gentiles join'd to flay jFefusy thine Holy Child.]
3 Why did the Gentiles rage, And Jews with one accord
Bend all their Counfels to deftroy Th' Anointed of the Lord ?
4 Rulets and Kings agree To form a vain Defign ;
Againft the Lord their Powers unite, Againft his Chrift they join.
5 The Lord derides their Rage, And will fupport his Throne ;
He that hath rais'd Him from the Dead Hath own'd Him for his Son.
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Pause.
6 Now he's afcended high, And asks to rule the Earth ;
The Merit of his Blood he pleads, And pleads his heavenly Birth.
7 He asks, and God beftows A large Inheritance ;
Far as the World's remoteft Ends His Kingdom fhall advance.
8 The Nations that rebel Muft feel his Iron Rod ;
He'll vindicate thofe Honours well Which he receiv'd from God.
9 [Be wife, ye Rulers, new, And worlhip at his Throne ;
With trembling Joy, ye People, bow To God's exalted Son.
io If once his Wrath arife,
Ye perifh on the Place : Then blefled is the Soul that flies;
For Refuge to his Grace.]
Psalm II. Common Metre, i \7J7HY did the Nations join to flay V V The Lord's Anointed Son 1 Why did they call: his Laws away, And tread hisGofpel down ?
% The Lord that fits above the Skies, Derides their Rage below, He fpeaks with Vengeance in his Eyes, And (hikes their Spirits thro\
3 li I call him my Eternal Son,
tc And raife him from the Dead ;
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I make my holy Hill his Throne, " And wide his Kingdom fpread.
Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy u The utmoft Heathen Lands : " Thy Rod of Iron fhall deftroy " The Rebel that withftands.
5 Be wife, ye Rulers of the Earth,
Obey th' Anointed Lord, Adore the King of Heav'nly Birth, And tremble at his Word,
6 With humble Love addrefs his Throne,
For if he frown, ye die : Thofe are fecure, a&d thofe alone Who on his Grace-rely.
Psalm II. Long Metre. Chrifi 's Death> Refttrreclion, and Afcenjion.
1 \\ 7 HY did the Jews proclaim their Rage ?
V V The Romans why their Swords employ 1 Againft the Lord their Powers engage His dear Anointed to deftroy.
2 " Come, let us break his Bands, they fay, u This Man fhall never give us Laws ; And thus they caft his Yoke away,
And naiPd the Monarch to the Crois.
3 But God who high in Glory reigns Laughs at their Pride, their Rage controuls ; He'll vex their Hearts with inward Pains, And fpeak in Thunder to their Souls.
4 l< I will maintain the King I made il On Zions everlafting Hill,
a My Hand fhall bring him from the dead, u And he fhall ftand your Sovereign ftill.
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5 [His wond'rous Rifing from the Earth Makes his Eternal God-head known ; The Loid declares his heavenly Birth ; M This Day have I begot my Son.
6 " Afcend, my Son, to my Right hand, " There, thou fhalt ask, and I beftow
w The utmoft Bounds of Heathen Lands ; " To thee the Northern Ides fhall bow.]
7 But Nations that refift his Grace Shall fall beneath his Iron Stroke ; His Rod fhall crufh his Foes w.'th Eafe, As Potter's Earthen Work is broke*
Pause. S Now ye that fit on earthly Thrones, Be wife, and ferve the Lord, the Lamb ; Now to his Feet fabmit your Crowns, Rejoice and tremble at his Name.
9 With humble Love ad-drefs the Son, Left he grow angry, and ye die ;
His Wrath will burn to Worlds unknown, If ye provoke his Jealoufy.
10 His Storms fhall drive you quick to Hell, He is a God, and ye but Duft :
Happy the Souls that know him well, And make his Grace their only Truft.
Psalm III. Common Metre.
Doubts and Fears fufprefi ; or, God our Defence from
Sin and Satan.
1 TV/IY ^oc*' k°w many are my Fears ! JLVJL How fait my Foes increafe ! Confpiring my eternal Death
onfpiring my eternal Death They break my prefent Peace*
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2 The lying Tempter would perfwade
There's no Relief in Heaven. And all my fwelling Sins appear Too big to be forgiven.
3 But thou, my Glory and my Strength,
Shalt on the Tempter tread, Shalt fiience all my threatening Guilt, And raife my drooping Head.
4 [I cry'd, and from his holy Hill
He bow'd a lift'ning Ear ; I call'd my Father, and my God, And he fubdu'd my Fear,
5 He fhed foft Slumbers on mine Eyes
In fpight of all my Foes ; I 'woke, and wonder'd at the Grace That guarded my Repofe. ]
6 What tho' the Hoftsof Death and Hell
All arm'd againft me flood, Terrors no more fhall fhake my Soul ; My Refuge is my God,
7 Arife, O Lord, fulfill thy Grace,
While I thy Glory (ing : My God has broke the Serpent's Teeth, And Death has loft his Sting.
S Salvation to the Lord belongs, His Arm alone can fave : Bleffings attend thy People here, And reach beyond the Grave.
Psalm III. i, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8. Long Metre. A Morning Pfalm. 1 /r~>\ Lord, how many are my Foes V^/ In this weak ftate of Flcfh and Blood !
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My Peace they daily difcompofe, But my Defence and Hope is God-
x Tir'd with the Burdens of the Day To thee I rais'd an Evening-Cry : Thou heard 'ft when I began to pray, And thine Almighty Help was nigh.
3 Supported by thine Heavenly Aid I laid me down and flept fecure :
Not Death fhould make my Heart afraid Tho' I fhould wake and rife no more.
4 But God fuftatn'd me ail the Night ; Salvation doth to God belong ;
He rais'd my Head to fee the Lighf, And make his Praife my Morning-Song.
Psalm IV. i, a, 3, 5, 6y 7. Long Metre.
Hearing of Prayer \ or, God our Portion, and Chrlfi our Hope.
1 (~*\ God of Grace and Righteoufnefs, V^/ Hear and attend when I complain : Thou haft enlarg'd me in Diftrefs, Bow down a gracious Ear again.
z Ye Sons of Men in vain ye try To turn my Glory into Shame ; How long will Scoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Saviour's Name ?
3 Know that the Lord divides h;s Saints From all the Tribes of Men befide ? He hears the Cry of Penitents
For the dear Sake ofChrift that dy'd.
4 When our obedient Hands have done A thoufand Works of Righteoufnefs,
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We put our Truft in God alone, And glory in his pard'ning Grace.
5 Let the unthinking Many fay,
u Who will beftowfome earthly Good? But, Lord, thy Light and Love we pray ; Our Souls defire this Heav'nly Food.
6 Then fhall my c{jea*fijt Powers rejoice At Grace and Fa,,; fp divine,
Nor will I change nr- happy Choice Foralltbeir Corn, and all their Wine.
Psalm IV. 3,4, 5, 8 . Common Metre* An Evening Pfalm*
1 1 ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray ; J / I am for ever thine :
I fear before thee all the Day, Nor would I dare to fin,
2 And while I reft my weary Head
From Cares and Bufinefs free, 'Tis fweet converging on my Bed With my own Heart and Thee.
3 I pay this Evening Sacrifice ;
And when my Work is doney Great God, my Faith and Hope relies Upon thy Grace alone.
4 Thus with my Thoughts compos'd to Peace,
I'll give mine Eyes to fleep ; Thy Hand in Safety keeps my Days, And will my Slumbers keep.
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Psalm V.
For the Lord's- day Morning. ORD, in the Morning thou (halt hear My Voice afcending high ;
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To thee will I direct my Pray'r, To thee lift up mine Eye.
2 Up to the Hills where Chvlft is gone
To plead for all his Saints, Prefenting at his Father's Throne Our Songs and our Complaints.
3 Thou art a God before whofe Sight
The Wicked fhal! not ftand ;
Sinners {hall ne'er be thy Delight,
Nor dwell at thy Right-hand.
4 But to thy Houfe will I refort
To tafte thy Mercies there ; I will frequent thine holy Court, And worfhip in thy Fear.
5 O may thy Spirit guide my Feet
In Ways of Righteoufnefs !
Make every Path of Duty ftrait,
And plain before my Face.
Pause.
6 My watchful Enemies combine
To tempt my Feet aftray ; They flatter with a bafe Defign To make my Soul thdr Prey.
7 Lord, crufh the Serpent in the Duft,
And all his Plots deftroy ; While thofe that in thy Mercy tiuft ; For ever fhout for Joy.
8 The Men that love and fear thy Name
Shall fee their Hopes fulfilled ; The mighty God will compafs them With Favour as a Shield,
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Psalm VI. Common Metre* Complaint in Slcknefs \ or, D'tfeafes healed. I TN Anger, Lord, rebuke me not, 1 Withdraw the dreadful Storm ; Nor let thy Fury grow fo hot Againft a feeble Worm.
i My Soul's bow'd down with heavy CareSi My Flefh with Pain oppreft : My Couch is Witnefs to my Tears, My Tears forbid my Reft.
3 Sorrow and Pain wear out my Days ;
I wafte the Night with Cries, Counting the Minutes as they pafs, Till the flow Morning rife.
4 Shall I be ftil] tormented more ?
Mine Eye confum'd v ith Grief? How long, my God, how long before Thine Hand afford Relief ?
5 He hears when Duft and Afhes (peak,
He pities all our Groans, He faves us for his Mercies fake, And heals our broken Bones.
6 The Virtue of his Sovereign Word
Reftores our fainting Breath ; For filent Graves praife not the Lord, Nor is he known in Death.
Psalm VI. Long Metre. ^Temptations in Sicknefs overcome. I T O R D, I can fuflfer thy Rebukes,
I J When thou with Kindnefs doft chaftife ; But thy fierce Wrath I cannot bear, O let it not againft me rife f
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i Pity my languifhing Eftate, And eafe the Sorrows that I feel ; The Wounds thine heavy Hand hath made, O let thy gentler Touches heal !
5 See how I pafs my weary Days
In Sighs and Groans ; and when 'tis Night, My Bed is water'd with my Tears ; My Grief confumes and dims my Sight.
4 Look how the Powers of Nature mourn ! How long, Almighty God, how long ? When lhall thine Hour of Grace return ? When fhall I make thy Grace my Song ?
5 I feel my Flefh fo near the Grave, My Thoughts are tempted to Defpair ; But Graves can never praife the Lord, For all is Dull and Silence there.
6 Depart, ye Tempters, from my Soul ; And all defpairing Thoughts depart ; My God who hears my humble Moan Will eafe my Flefh, and chear my Heart.
Psalm VII.
God's Care of his People, and Vuntyment of Firft- cHtors.
i "\ /J Y Truft is in my heavenly Friend, jLyJL My Hope in thee, my God • Rife, and my helplefs Life defend From thofe that feek my Blood.
% With Infolence and Fury they My Soul in Pieces tear, As hungry Lions rend the Prey When no Deliverer's near.
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3 If I had e'er provok'd them firft,
Or once abus'd my Foe, Then let him tread my Life to Duft, And lay mine Honour low.
4 If there be Malice found in me,
I know thy piercing Eyes ; I fhould not d ire appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rife.
5 Arife, my God, lift up thy Hand,
Their Pride and Pow'r confroul ; Awake to Judgment, and command Deliv'rance for my Soul.
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€ [Let Sinners and their wicked Rage Be humbled to the Duft ; Shall not the God of Truth ingage To vindicate the Juft ?
7 He knows the Heart, he tries the Reins,
He will defend th* Upright: His (harpeft Arrows he ordains Againft the Sons of Spight.
8 For me their Malice dig'd a Pit,
But there themfelves are caft ; My God makes all their Mifchief light On their own Heads at lauY]
p That cruel perfecuting Race Muftfeel his dreadful Sword; Awake my Soul, and praife the Grace And Juftice of the Lord.
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Psalm VIII. Short Metre.
God*s Sovereignty and Goodnefs ; and Mans Lomi- '
nion oier the Creatures.
1 ^\ Lord, our heavenly King,
V^y Thy Name is all Divine ; Thy Glories round the Earth are fpread,
And o'er the Heavens they fhine.
z When to thy Works on high
I raife my wond'ring Eyes, And fee the Moon compleat in Light
Adorn the darkfome Skies :
5 When I furvey the Stars
And all their fhining Forms, Lord, what is Man, that worthlefs Thing
A-kin to Duft and Worms ?
% Lord, what is worthlefs Man,
That thou fhould'ft love him (b ? Next to thine Angels is he plac'd,
And Lord of all below.
5 Thine Honours crown his Head,
While Beafts, like Slaves, obey, And Birds that cut the Air with Wings,
And Fifh that cleave the Sea.
$ How rich thy Bounties are !
And wond'rous are thy Ways: Of Duft and Worms thy Power can frame
A Monument of Prane.
7 [Out of the Mouths of Babes
And Sucklings thou canft draw Surprising Honours to thy Name,
A.id ftnke the World with Awe.
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"8 O Lord, our heavenly King,
Thy Name is all Divine : Thy Glories round the Earth are fpread,
And o'er the Heav'ns they fhine.]
Psalm VIII. Common Metre.
ChrifFs Condefcentlon and Glorification ; or, God
made Man.
I /^\Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great \^y Is thine exalted Name ! The Glories of thy heavenly State Let Men and Babes proclaim.
2. When I behold thy Works on high, The Moon that rules the Night, ! • And Stars that well adorn the Sky, Thofe moving Worlds of Light.
3 Lord, what is Man or all his Race
Who dwells fo far below, That thou fhould'ft vifit him with Grace And love his Nature fo ?
4 That thine Eternal Son fhould bear
To take a Mortal Form, Made lower than his Angels are, To fave a dying Worm 1
5. £Yet while he liv'd on Earth unknown, And Men would not adore, Th* obedient Seas and Fifties own His Godhead and his Power.
6 The Waves lay fpread beneath his Feet j And Fifh at his Command
Bring their large Shoals to Peters Net, Brii)g Tribute to his Hand.
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7 Thefe leiTer Glories of the Son
Shone thro* the 'flefMy Cloud ; Now we behold hitn on his Throne* And Men corifefs him God.]
8 Let him be crown'd with Majefty
Who bow'd his Head to Death ; And be his Honours founded high, By all things that have Breath*
9 J"fus, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thi<ne exalted Name ! The Gk>ries of thy Heavenly State Let the whole Earth proclaim.
Psaim VIII. Verfe I, &• Parapbras'4*
Brft Park Long Metre.
*the Hofanna of the Children \ or, Infants praijtxg
God. 5 A Lmighty Ruler of the Skies,
J\. Thro' the wide Earth thy Name is ipcealT
And thine Eternal Glories rife
O'er all the Heavens thy Hands have made^
:z To thee the Voices of the Young A Monument of Honour i£;fe ; And Babes with uninftru&ed Tongue* Declare the Wonders of thy Praife.
3 Thy Power affifts their tender Age To bring proud Rebels to the Ground* To ftill the bold Blafphemer's Rage, And all their Policies confound*
4 Children amidft thy Temple throng To fee their great Redeemer's Face ; The Son of David is their Song, And young Hofanna s fill the Place.
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j The frowning Scribes £nd angry Prieffis In vain their impious Cavils bring ; Revenge (its filent in their Breafts, While Jewijb Babes proclaim their King.
Psalm VIII. Ver/e 3, &V. Paraphrase.
Second Part. Long Metre,
Adam and Chrift, Lords of the Old and NewCreation*
1 T ORD what was Man, when made at firft, 1 j Adam the Offspring of the Duft, 1 hat thou fhould'ft fet him and his Race But juft below an Angel's Place ?
z That thou fhould'ft raife his Nature fot And make him Lord of all below, Make every Beaft and Bird fubmit, And lay the Fifties at his Feet 1
3 But O what brighter Glories wait To crown the fecond Adam's State ? What Honours fhall thy Son adorn Who condefcended to be born ?
4 See him below his Angels made ; See him in Duft amongft the Dead, To fave a ruin'd World from Sin : But he fhall reign with Pow'r divine.
5 The World to come Redeem'd from all The Miferies that attend the Fall, New made, and glorious, fhall fubmit At our exalted Saviour's Feet.
Psalm IX. Firfi Part. Wrath and Mercy from the Judgment-Seat. I XX J Ith my whole Heart I'll raife my Song, V \ Thy Wonders I'll proclaim,
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Thou Sov' reign Judge of Right and Wrong Wilt put my Foes to fhame.
2 I'll fing thy Majefty and Grace ;
My God prepares his Throne To judge the World in Righteoufneis, And make his Vengeance known,
3 Then fhall the Lord a Refuge prove
For all the Poor oppreft ; To fave the People of his Love, And give the weary Reft.
4 The Men that know thy Name will truft
In thy abundant Grace ; For thou haft ne'er forfook the Juft, Who humbly feek thy Face.
5 Sing Praifes to the Righteous Lord
Who dwells on Z ion's Hill, Who executes his threat'ning Word, And doth his Grace fulfil.
Psalm IX. Vetfe 1 2. Second Part. *The Wisdom and Equity of Providence.
1 \\ THen the great Judge Supreme and Juft,
V V Shall once enquire for Blood, ' The humble Souls thar mourn in Duft Shall rind a faithful God.
2 He from the dreadful Gates of Death
Does his own Children raife : In Zions Gates with cheerful Breath They fing their Father's Praife.
3 His Foes fhall fall with heedlefsFeet
Into the D*t they made; And Sinners perifh in the Net
That their own Hands had fpread.
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4 Thus by thy Judgments, mighty God,
Are thy deep Counfels known ; When Men of Mifchief are deftroy'd/ The Snare muft be their own.
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5 The Widced'fnall finlc do^wn to Hell -
Thy Wrath devour the Lands That dare forget Thee, ox rebel Againft thy known Commands.
6 Tho' Saints to (ore Diftrefs are brought,
And .wait and long complain,
Their Cries fhall not be frill forgot,
Nor fhalkheir Hopes be vain.
7 [Rife, great Redeemer, from thy Seat
To judge and fa^ve the Poor ; Let Nations tremble at thy Feer, And Man prevail no more.
3 Thy Thunder fhall affright the Proud,- And put their Hearts to Pain, Make 'em confefs that riiou^rt God, And they but feeble Men.]
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Trayer heard, and Saints faved; or, Fridt, Aihelfm4 and OppreJJiwj punijb'd.
For a Humiliation Day.
n 1j\T;H Y doth the Loid ftand off fofar? W And why conceal his Face, When great Calamities appear ; And Times of deep Diftrefs ?
a Lord, fhall the Wicked ftill deride Thy Jufticeand thy Power ?
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Shall they advance their Heads in Pride, And ftiU thy Saints devour ?
5 They put thy Judgments fiom their fight, And then infult the Poor ; They boaft in their exalted Height, That they fhall fall no more.
4 Arife, O God, lift up thine Hand ;
Attend our humble Cry ; No Enemy* fhall dare to ftand When God afcends on high*
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5 Why do the Men of Malice rage,
And fay with fooliifc Pride, ** T%e God ofHeaien will neer engage " itofghtonZionsSidii
i But thou for ever art cur Lord ; And powerful is thine Hand, As when the Heathens felt thy Sword; And perifh'd from thf Land,
7 Thou wilt prepare our Hearts to pray, And caufe thine Ear to hear ; He hearken* what his Children fay, And puts the World in Fear.
$ Proud Tyrants fhali no more opprefs, No more defpife the juft ; And mighty S.nners fhallconfefs They are but Earth and DufV
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God loves the Righteous y and hates the Wicked.-
1 A/I Y RefuSe is rhe God of Love, iVX Why do my Foes infult and :cry*.
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" Fly like a timorous trembling Dove, " To difi ant Woods or Mountains fly ?
2 If Government be all deftroy'd, (That firm Foundation of our Peace) And Violence make Juftice void, Where fhall the Righteous feek Redrefs ?
5 The Lord in Heaven has fix'd his Throne,
His Eye furveys the World below ;
j To him all mortal Things are known.
His Eye-lids learch our Spirits thro'.
4 If he afflicts his Saints fo far
To prove their Love, and try their Grace, What may the bold Tranfgreflbrs fear ? His very Soul abhors their Ways.
5 On impious Wretches he fhall rain Tempefls of Brimftone, Fire and Death, Such as he kindled on the Plain
Of Sodom with his angry Breath.
6 The righteous Lord loves righteous Souls, Whofe Thoughts and Actions are fincere, And with a gracious Eye beholds
The Men that his own Image bear.
Psalm XII. Long Metre. The Saint's Safety and Hope in eiil Times ; or, Sins of the Tongue complain d of ( viz. ) Blafphemyf Falfehoody &C.
i T OR D, if thou doft not foon appear, I y Vertue and Truth will fly away ; A faithful Man amongit us here Will fcarce be found, if thou delay.
2 The whole Difcourfe when Neighbours meet Isliird with Trifles Joofe and vain : Their
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Their Lips are Flattery and Deceit, And their proud Language is profane,
3 But Lips that with Deceit abound Shall not maintain their Triumph long ; The God of Vengeance will confound The flattering and blafpheming Tongue.
4 <( Yetjhal! our Words be freey they civ ;
M Our 'Tongues jhallbe coniroula by vow* " Where is tie Lovd will ask us why 1 11 Or fay , cur Lips are net our o*pn 1
5 The Lord who fees the Poor opprefT, And hears th'Oppreflbr's haughty Strain, Will rife to give his Children Reft,
Nor fhall they trull his Word in vain.
6 Thy Word, O Lord, tho* often try'd, Void of Deceit fhall ftill appear ; Not Silver feven times purify 'd
From Drofs and Mixture Ihines fo clear.
7 Thy Grace fhall in the darkeft Hour Defend the Holy Soul from Har/n • Tho* when the vilefl Men have Power On every fide will Sinners fwarm.
Psalm XII. Common Metre.
Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners \ or, 'the 'Bromife and Signs of Chrifl's coming to Judg- ment.
I TJELP, Lord, forMenofVertuefail, il Religion iofes Ground ; The Sons of Violence prevail, And Treacheries abound,
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* Their Oaths and Promifes they brea%, Yet aft the Flatterers part ; With Fair deceitful Lips they fpeak, And -with a double Heart.
3 If we reprove fome hateful Lie,.
How is their Fury fHrr.'d ! 41 Are not our Lips our oavn^ they cry, " AndwhojballbeourLord'l
4 Scoffers appear on every fide
Where a vile a Race of Men Is rais'd to Seats of Power and Pride*, And bears the Sword in vain*
j: Lord, when Iniquities abound, And Blafphemy grows bold, When Faitn is hardly to be found* And Love is waxing cckL
6 Is not thy Chariot haft'ning on ?..
Haft thou not giv'n this Sign ? May we not.truft.and live upon. A Promile fo Divine ?
7 " Yes, faith the Lord, now will I rife*
" And make Oppreifors fiee ; u I fh all. appear to their Surprize, *' And fet my Servants free.
g. Thy Wqrd, like Silver feven times tryjd* Thro' Ages fhail endure j Ihe Men chat in thy Truth confide Shili Sn^-rhe i'ronwfe fure.
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Psal m XIII. Long Metre;
Pleading with God' under Desertion \ or, Hope in Jterhiefu*
1 TTOr long, O Cord', ffiall I complain 1 ± Like one thatfeeks his God in vain 1 Can'ft thou rhy Face for ever hide ? And I (till pray* and be deny'd ?
~ Shall I for ever be forgot^
As one whom rhoir regardeiTnot f
Still fhall my Soul thine Abfence mourn ?
And frill defpair of thy Return \
3 How long (hall my poor troubled Brea ft Be with thefe anxious* Thoughts oppreft \ And Satan my malicious Foe Rejoyce to fee me funk fo low ?
4 Hear, Lord, and grantee quick Relief, Before my Death conclude ray^Fief.
If thou with-hold thy heavenly Light, I fleep in everlafting Night.
5 How will the Powers of Da*knefs boaft If but one praying Soul be loft?
But I haveitsufted in thy Grace, And fhall again behold thy Face.
6 What e'er my Fears or Foes fuggeft, Thou art my Hope, my Toy, my Reft. My Heart fhall feel thy Love, and raue My chearful Voice to Songs of Praife.
Psalm XIII. Common Metre. Cc>?np1ahrt Under Temptations of tfcDevih
OW long wilt thou conceal thy Face^l My Qod, how long delay ?
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When fhall I feel thofe heavenly Rays
That chafe my Fears away ?
2 How long fhall my poor lab 'ring Soul
Wreftle and toil in vain ? Thy Word can all my Foes controul, And eafe my raging Pain.
3 See how the Prince of Darknefs tries
All his malicious Arts, He fpreads a Mifr around my Eyes, And throws his fiery Darts.
4 Be thou my Sun, and thou my Shield,
My Soul in Safety keep ; Make hafte before mine Eyes are feal'd In Death's Eternal Sleep.
5 How would the Tempter boaft aloud
If I become his Prey ! Behold, the Sons of Hett grow proud At thy fo long Delay.
6 But they fhall fly ar thy Rebuke,
And Satan hide his Head ; He knows the Terrors of thy Look, And hears thy Voice with Dread.
j Thou wilt difplay that Sovereign Grace Where all my Hopes have hung ; I fhall employ my Lips in Praife, And Vi&ory fhall be fung.*
Psalm XIV. Firft Part. By Nature all Men are Sinners* x TTCols in their Heart believe and fay JT " That all Religion's vain, *' There is no God that reigns on high, i{ Or minds th* Affairs of Men.
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* From Thoughts fo dreadful and profane Corrupt Difcourfe proceeds ; And in their impious Hands are found Abominable Deeds.
3 The Lord from his Celeftial Throne
Look'd down on things below, To find the Man that fought his Grace, Or did his Juftice know.
4 By Nature all are gone aftray,
Their Pra&ife all the fame ; There's None that fears his Maker's Hand, There's None that loves his Name.
5 Their Tongues are us'd to ipeak Deceit,
Their Slanders never ceafe ; How fwift to Mifchief, are their Feet, Nor know the Paths of Peace !
I Such Seeds of Sin (that Bitter Root) In every Heart are found ; Nor can they bear Diviner Fruit, Till Grace refine the Ground,
Psalm XIV. Second Part. The Folly of ~Perfecutors.
1 ARE Sinners now fo fenfelefs grow.i J~\, That they the Sainrs devour i And never worfhip at thy Throne,
Nor fear thine awful Po.wer 1
2 Great God, appear to their furprize,
Reveal thy dreadful Name ; Let them no more thy Wrath defpifs, Nor turn our Hope to iliame.
3 Doft thou not dwell among th > Juft ?
And yet our Foes deride,
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4^ O that-rife joyful Day were come
To finifh our Diftrefs ! *
When Gad fhcll bring his Children home, Our Songsihall never ceafe.
Psalm XV. Common Metre*
GharaRefs of a Saint ; or, a Citizen of Zion ; or, the Qn allocations of a Chriftian..
* \K 7 HO fhall inhabit in thy Hilly W OGodof Holinefs? "Whom will the Lord admit to dwell So near his Throne of Grace ?
« Tire Man that walks m pious Ways, And works with righteous Hands ; That trufts his Maker's Promifes, And follows his Commands.
5 He fpeaks the Meaning of his Hearty
Nor flanders with his Tongue ; •Will fcarce believe an ill Report*,
Nor do his Neighbour wrong.
4 The wealthy Sinner .lie contemns,
Loves all that fear the Lord ; And tho' to his own Hurt he fwears, Still he performs his Word.
5 His Hands difdain a golden Bribe,
And Jiever gripe the Poor. Tihis Man fhall dwell with God on Earthy . And find his Heaven fecure.
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Psal m • XV. Long Metre. Religion andjuftice, Goodnefs and Truth ; or 'Duties to God and Man ; or, the Qualifications of a Chrijlian.
i \\1 H O frail afcend thy heav'nly Place, V V Great God, and dwell before rhy Face ? The Man-that minds Religion now, And humbly walks with God below,
2 Whofe Hands are pure, whole Heart is clean ; Whofe Lips frill fpeafc the thing they mean : No Slanders dwell upon his Tongue :
He hates to do his Neighbour wrong...
3 [Scarce will he truft an ill Report, Nor vents it to his Neighbour's Hurt *: Sinners of State he can defpife,
But Saints are honour'd in his EyesJ
4 [Firm to hk Word he ever ffood^ And always makes his Proraife good ; Nor dares to change the Thing he fwearsj. Whatever Pain or Lofs he bears*]*
5 [He never deals in bribing Gold,
And mourns that Juftice fhould be fold : While others gripe and grind the Poor, Sweet-Charity attendshis Door:]
6 He loves his Enemies, and prays For thofevthat curfe him to his Face : And doth to all. Men ftill the fame That he would hope or wifh from them*
7 Yet when his holieft Works are done, His Soul depends on Grace alone : This is the Man thy Face fhall fee, And dwell forever; Lord, with Thee*
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Psalm XVI. Firft Part. Long Metre.
ConfeJJion of our Poverty, and, Saints the hefi Company ; or, Good Works profit Men, not God.
I T)Referve roe, Lord, in time of need, J^ For Succour to thy Throne I flee, But have no Merits there to plead ; My Goodnefs cannot reach to Thee.
% Oft have my Heart and Tongue confeft, How empty and how poor I am ; My Praife can never make Thee Weft, Nor add new Glories to thy Name.
5 Yet, Lord, thy Saints on Earth may reap Some Profit by the Good we do ; Thefe are the Company I keep, Thefe are the choiceft Friends I know.
4, Let others chufe the Sons of Mirth To give a Relifh to their Wine, I love the Men of Heavenly Birth Whofe Thoughts and Language are divine.
Psalm XVI. Second Part. Long Metre. Chrifi's All-fufficiency.
1 TTOW faft their Guilt and Sorrows rife, Jf"J Who hafte to feek fome Idol-God ? I will not tafte their Sacrifice,
Their Offerings of forbidden Blood.
2 My God provides a richer Cup, And nobler Food to live upon : He for my Life has offer'd up Jefus his beft beloved Son.
5 His Love is my perpetual Feaft ; By Day his Counfels guide me right!
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And be his Name for ever bleft, Who gives me fweet Advice by Night*
4 I fet him (till before mine Eyes ; At my Right-hand he ftands prepar'd To keep my Soul from ail Surprize, And be my everlafting Guard.
Psalm XVI. 'Third Part. Long Metre.
Courage in Death ^ and Hope of the RefmreBion*
I \]i 7HenGod is nigh, my Fa th is ftrong; V V His Arm is my almighty Prop : Be glad, my Heart ; rejo;ce my Tongue ; My dying Flefh ihall reft in Hope.
z Tho' in the Duft I lay my Head, Yet, gracious God, thou wilr not leave My Soul for ever with the Dead, Nor lofe thy Children in the Grave.
3 My Flefh ihall thy firft Call obey, Shake off the Duft, and rife on high ; Then fhalt thou lead the wondrous Way Up to thy Throne above the Sky.
4 There Streams of endlefs Pleafure flow ; And full Difcoveries of thy Grace (Which we but tafted hire below,) Spread heav'nly Joys thro* all the Place.
Psalm XVI. i— 8. Firfi Part. Common Metre.
Support and Coun/el from God without Merit*
i Q Ave me, O Lord, from every Foe ; O In thee my Truft I place, Tho' all the Good that I can do Can ne'er deferve thy Grace.
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z Yet if my God prolong my Breath : s The. Saints may -profit by't ; The Saints the Glory of the Earth.,. The Men of my Delight*
5- Let Heathens to their Idols hafte, , And worfhip Wood or Stone ;. But my delighful Lot is caft Where the true God is known.
4 Mis Hand provides my conftant Food, He fills my daily Cup ; Much am I pieas'd with prefent Good, But more rejoice in Hope.
5, God is my Portion and my Joy ; His Counfels are my Light : He gi*es me fvveet Advice by Day, And gentle Hints by Night.
6 My Soul would all her Thoughts approve To his all-feeing Eye ; Not Death, nor Hell my Hope fliall move While fuch a Friend is nigh.
Psalm XVI. Second Fart. Common Metre* l7;e Death and RefuvveBion of Chrift. I il T Set the Lord before my Face, X " He bears my.Courage up : il My- Heart and Tongue their Joys exprei% " My Flefti ihall reft in Hope.
& <c My Spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave w Where Souls departed are ; u Nor quit my Body to the Grave " To fee Corruption there.
%** Thou wilt reveal the Path of Life; 1? And raifeme to thy Throne -:
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u Thy Courts immortal Pleafure give, 11 Thy Prefence Joys unknown;
4 [Thus in the Name of Chriil,, the Lord,
The holy David- fungv And Providence fulfils the Word Of his Prophetic Tongue.
5 Jefah "whom every Saint adores.
Was crucify'd and flain ; Behold the Tomb its Prey reftorcs, Behold he lives again.
6 When fliall my Feet arife and ftand
On Heav'ns Eternal Hills ? There fits the Son at God's Right-han^i And there the Father fmilesO
Psalm XVII. v. i% ©V. ShortMetre*
tertion of Saints an A Sinner*^ or, Soft aniDeffah In Death.
r A Rife, my gracious God,
j£\ And make the Wicked flee ; They are but thy chaftizing Rod
To drive thy Sainttothee.
2r Behold the Sinner dies*
His haughty Words are vain ; Here in this Life his Pleafure lies,.
And air beyond. is. Pain..
3 Then let his Pride advance And boaft of all his Store j
The Lord is my Inheritance, My Soul can wi{h no more.
4 I fhall Behold the Face Of my forgiving. God ;
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And ftand compleat in Righteoufnefs, Wafh'd in my Saviour's Blood.
5 There's a new Heav'n begun
When I awake from Death Dreft in the Likenefs of thy Son,
And draw immorte] Breath.
Psalm XVII. Long Metre.
*J%e Sinner's Fortion and Saint's Hope ; or, T?je Hea- ven of feparate Souls and the Refurre&ion*
I 1 O R D, I am thine : But thou wilt prove I j My Faith, my Patience, and my Love: When Men of Spite againft me joyn, They are the Sword, the Hand is thine.
% Their Hope and Portion lies below ; 'Tis all the Happinefs they know, 'Tis all tney feek ; they take their Shares, And leave the reft among their Heirs.
3 What Sinners value I refign ;
Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine ; I fhall behold thy bli&ful Face, And ftand compleat in Righteoufnefs.
4 Th's Life's a Dream, an empty Show ; But the bright World, to which I go, Hath Joys fubftantial and fincere ; When fhall I wake, and find me there ?
5 O glorious Hour ! O bleft Abode ! I fhail be near and lik~ my God ! AndFlefh and Si no more controul The (acred Pleafures of the Soul.
6 My Fi (b fhall {lumber in the Ground, Till the laft Trumpet's joyful Sound ;
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Then burft the Chains with fweet Surprise, And in my Saviour's Image rife.
Psalm XVIIL Firft Part. Long Metre. Ver. i — ^6, 15 18.
Deliverance from Defy air. \ 01 ', 'Temptations overcome.
1 ^T^HEE will I love, O Lord, my Strength, X My Rock, my Tower, my high Defence ; Thy mighty Arm fhall be my Truft, For I have found Salvation thence.
2. Death, and the Terrors of the Grave Stood round me with their difmal Shade J "While Floods of high Temptations rofe, And made my finking Soul afraid.
3 I faw the op'ning Gates of Hell With endlefs Pains and Sorrows there, Which none but they that feel can tell, While I was hurry 'd to Defpair.
4 In my Diftrefs I call'd my God,
When I could fcarce be lieve him mine ; He bow'd his Ear to my Complaint ; Then did his Grace appear Divine.
5 [With Speed he flew to my Relief, As on a Cherub's Wing he rode ; Awful and bright as JJght'ning fhone The Face of my Deliverer God,
6 Temptations fled at his Rebuke, The Blaft of his Almighty Breath ; He fent Salvation from on high,
And drew me from the Deeps of Death.]
7 Great were my Fears, my Foes were great, Much wa$ their Strength, and more their Rage ;
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ButChrift,, my Lord, is Conqueror ft ill! In all the Wars that Devils wage,
3 My Song for eve* fhall record That terrible, that joyful Hour ; And give the Glory to the Lord Due to his Mercy and his Power.
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SecoffdTart. V. 20 — 26. Long Metre.
Sincerity prov'd and rewarded.
x T ORD, thou haft feen my Soul fincere, 1 J Haft made thy Truth and Love appear;; Before mine Eyes I fet thy Laws, And thou haft own'd my righteous Caufe.
X Since I have learnt thy> holy Ways, Fve walk'd upright before thy Face ; Or if my Feet did e'er depart^ *Twas nevcn with a wicked Heart;
3 What fore Temptation* b*oke my Reft ! What Wars and Strugglings >m my Breaft ! But thro' thy Grace that reigns within E guard againft my dading Sin.
4r That; Sin thatclofe befets me ftill, That works and ftrives againft <my Will ; When fhall thy Spirits fovereign Pb<vv£r«j Deftroy it, that it rife no more!!
5^ [Withan impartial Band the Lord Deals out to Mortals their Reward : The Kind and EaithfuLSouls fhall find A God as Fairhful and as Kind.
6 The Juft and Pure fhall ever fay
Thou art more Pure, more Juft than they ;
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And 'Men that love Revenge fhall know God hath an Arm of Vengeance too.]
Psalm XVIII. Third Part. V. 50, 31, 34, 35,
46, &c. ^ng Metre.
Rejoycing in God ; or, Salvation and 'Triumph.
1 f US T are-thy Ways, and true thy Word,, y Great Rock of my fecure Abode : Who is a God befide the Lord ?
Or where's a Refuge like our God ?
2 Tk He that-girds me with his Might, Gives me his holy Sword to wield ; And while with Sin and Hell I fight, Spreads his Salvation for my Shield.
3 He lives, (and bleffed be my Rock,) The God of my Salvation lives, The dark Defigns of Hell are broke ; Sweet is the Peace my Father gives,
4 Before the Scoffers of the Age I will exalt my Father's Name, Nor tremble at their mighty Rage, But meet Reproach, and bear theShame.
5 To David and his Royal Seed Thy Grace for ever fhall extend ; Thy Love to Saints in Chrifi their Head Knows not a Limit, nor an End.
Psalm XVIU. Firfi Part. Common Metre.
V'tftory and 'Triumph over Temporal Enemies.
1 \]i JE love Thee, Lord, and we adore ; \ V Now is thine Arm reveal'd : Thou artour Strength, our heavenly Tow*J> Our Bulwark and our Shield.
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% We fly to our eternal Rock, And find ? rure Defence ; His holy Nar/e our Lips invoke, And draw Salvationihence.
3 "When God our Leader fhines in Arms,
What mortal Heart car, bear The Thunder of his loud Alnrms ? The Lightning of hisSp^ar?
4 He rides upon the winged Wind,
And Angels in Array In Millions wait to know his Mind, And fwift as Flames obey.
5 He fpeaks, and at his fierce Rebuke
Whole Armies are difmay'd ; His Voice, his Frown, his angry Look Strikes all their Courage dead.
6 He forms our Generals for the Field
With all their dreadful Skill • ^ Gives them his awful Sword to wield, And makes their Hearts of Steel.
7 [He arms our Captains to the Fight,
(Tho' there his Name's forgot ; He girded Cyrus with his Might, But Cyrus knew him not.)
8 Oft has the Lord whole Nations bleft
For his own Churches fake : The Powers that give his People Reft Shall of his Care partake.]
Psalm XVIIL id Part. Common Metre. *fhe Conquerors Song. I 'p"T"tO thine Almighty Arm we owe X. The Triumphs of the Day ;
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Thy Terrors, Lord, confound the Foe, And melt their Strength away.
5Tis by thine Aid our Troops prevail,
And break united Powers, Or burn their boafted Fleets, or fcale
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3 How have we chas'd them thro* the Field And trod them to the Ground,
While thy Salvation was our Shield, But they no Shelter found !
4 In vain to Idol Saints they cry, And perifh in their Blood ;
Where is a Rock fo great, fo high, So powerful as our God ?
5 The Rock of Ifraelevex lives, His Name be ever bleft :
'Tis his own Arm the Viftory gives, And gives his People Reft.
6 On Kings that reign as David did
He pours his Bleflings down ; Secures their Honours to their Seed, And well fupports the Crown.
Psalm XIX. Fir ft Part. Short Metre, H%e Book of Nature and Scripture.
For a Lord s-Day Morning, 1 T>Ehold the lofty Sky
X3 Declares its Maker God, And all his Starry Works on high
Proclaim his Power abroad.
% The Darknefs and the Light Still keep their Courfe the fame ;
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While Night: to Day, and Day to Night Divinely teach his Name.
3 In every different Land Their general Voice is known ;
They fhew the Wonders of his Hand., And Orders of his Throne.
4 Ye Britijb Lands rejoyce, Here he reveals his Word,
We are not left to Nature's Voice To bid us know the Lord.
5 His Statutes and Commands Are fet before our Eyes,
He puts his Goipel in our Hands Where our Salvation lies.
6 His Laws are juft and pure, His Truth without Deceit*
His Promifes for ever fure And his Rewards are great.
7 £Not Honey to the Tafl: Affords fo much Delight,
Nor Gold that has the Furnace pall So much allures the Sight.
8 While of thy Works I fing Thy Glory to proclaim,
Accept the Praife, my God, my King In my Redeemer's Name.]
Psalm XIX. id Fart. Short Metre.
God's Word rnoft excellent ; or, Sincerity and Watch' fulnefs.
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His Beams thro' all the Nations run, And Life and Light convey.
1 But where the Gofpel comes
It fpreads diviner Light, It calls dead Sinners from their Tombs,
And gives the Blind their Sight.
3 How perfeft is thy Word ! And all thy Judgments juft ;
For ever fure thy Promife, Lord, And Men fecurely truft.
4 My gracious God, how plain Are thy Dire&ions given !
O may I never read in vain, But find the Path to Heaven !
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5 I hear thy Word with Love, And I would fain obey ;
Send thy good Spirit from above To guide me left I ftray.
6 O who can ever find The Errors of his Ways ?
Yet with a bold prefumpruous Mind I would not dare tranfgrefs.
7 Warn me of every Sin, Forgive my fecret Faults,
And cleanfe this guilty Soul of mine Whofe Crimes exceed my Thoughts.
S While with my Heart and Tongue
I fpread thy Praife abroad, Accept the Worfoip and the Song,
My Saviour and my God,
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Psalm XIX. Long Metre.
^he Books of Nature and of Scripture compared ; qr , If he Glory and Succefs of the GofpeU
t I HpHE Heavens declare thy Glory, Lord, X In every Star thy Wifdom fhines : But when our Eyes behold thy Word, We read thy Name in fairer Lines.
2 The rolling Sun, the changing Light, And Nights and Days thy Power confefs : But the bleft Volume thou haft writ Reveals thy Juftice and thy Grace.
5 Sun, Moon and Stars convey thy Praife Round the whole Earth, and never ftand: So when thy Truth begun its Race, It touch'd and glanc'd on every Land.
4 Nor (hall thy fpreading Gofpel reft Till thro' the World thy Truth has run ; Till Chrift has all the Nations bleft That fee the Light, or feel the Sun.
5 Great Sun of Righteoufnefs, arife,
Blefs the dark World with heavenly Light ; Thy Gofpel makes the Simple Wife ; Thy Laws are pure, thy Judgments right.
6 Thy nobleft Wonders here we view In Souls renew'd and Sins forgiven : Lord, cleanie my Sins, my Soul renew, And make thy Word my Guide to Heav'n.
Psalm XIX. To the Tune of the 1 13th Pfalm.
1 'he Booh of Nature and Scripture. .A
i /^ReatGod, the Heavens well-order'd Frame Vj Declares the Glories of thy Name \
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There thy rich Works of Wonder fhine : A thoufand ftarry Beauties there, A thoufand radiant Marks appear
Of boundlefs Power and Skill Divine.
2 From Night to Day, from Day to Night The dawning and the dying Light
Leftures of heavenly Wifdorn read ; With fllent Eloquence they raife Our Thoughts to our Creator's Praife,
And neither Sound nor Language need.
3 Yet their divine Inftru&ions run Far as the Journeys of the Sun,
And every Nation knows their Voice : The Sun like fome young Bridegroom dreft Breaks from the Chambers of the Eaft,
Rolls round, and makes the Earth rejoice.
4 Where e're he ipreads his Beams abroad He fmiles, and fpeaks his Maker God ;
All Nature joyns to fhew thy Praife : Thus God in every Creature fhines ; Fair are the Book of Nature's Lines,
But fairer is thy Book of Grace.
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5 I love the Volumes of thy Word , What Light and Joy thofe Leaves afford
To Souls benighted and difrreft ! Thy Precepts guide my doubtful Way, Thy Fear forbids my Feet to ftray,
Thy Promife leads my Heart to Reft.
From the Difcoveries of thy Law The perfeft Rules of' Life I draw ;
Thefe are my Study and Delight ; Not Honey fo invites the Taft,
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Nor Gold that hath the Furnace pair Appears fo pieafing to the Sight.
7 Thy Threatnings wake my flumbring Eyes, And warn me where my Danger lies ;
But 'tis thy blefTed Gofpel, Lord, That makes my guilty Confcience clean, Converts my Soul, fubdues my Sin,
And gives a free but large Reward.
8 Who knows the Errors of his Thoughts ?. My God, forgive my fecret Faults,
And from prefumptuous Sins re f train : Accept my poor Attempts of Praife That I have read thy Book of Grace
And Book of Nature not in vain.
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^Prayer and Hope of Viclwy.
For a Day of Prayer in time of War
j 'Jw lOW may the God of Power and Grace J^ Attend his Peoples humble Cry ! Jehovah hears when Ifrael prays, And brings Deliverance from on high.
% The Name of Jacob's God defends Better than Shields or brazen Walls ; He from his Sanfiuary fends Succour and Strength when Zion calls.
5 Well he remembers all our Sighs, His Love exceeds ourbeft Deferts; His Love accepts the Sacrifice Of humble Groans and broken Hearts.
4 In his Salvation is our Hope, And in the Name of I frail's God .
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Our Troops fbail lift their Banners up, Our Navies fpread their Flags abroad.
5 Some truft in Horfes ti;ain*d for War, And fome of Chariots make their Boaft> ; Our fureft txpe&ations are .
From Thee the Lord of heavenly Hofts.
6 [O may the Memory of thy Name Infpire our Armies for the Fight !
Our Foes fhall fall and die with fhame, Or quit the Field with fhameful Flight.]
7 Nowfaveus,, Lord, from flavifh Fear, No\v let our Hopes be firm md ftrong. Till the Salvation fhall appear,
And Joy and Triumph raife the Song.
Psalm XXI. Common Metre. Our Khg is the Care of Heaven. i '"V* HE King, O Lord, with Songs of Praife J_ Shall in thy Strength rejoice ; And blefVwitb thy Salvation raife To Heaven his chearful Voice,
2 Thy fure Defence thro' Nations toiihcl
Has fpread his glorious Name ; And his firccefsfui Actions crown'd With Majefty and Fame.
3 Then let the King on God alone
For timely Aid rely ; His Mercy fhall fupport the Throne, And all our Wants fupply.
4 But, righteous Lord, his ftubborn Foes Shall feel thy dreadful Hand ;
Thy vengeful Arm fhall find out thofe That hate his mild Command.
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5 When thou againft them doft engage,
Thy juft, but dreadful Doom Shall, like a fiery Oven's Rage, Their Hopes and them confume.
6 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous Power declare,
And thus exalt thy Fame ; Whilft we glad Songs of Praife prepare For thine Almighty Name.
Psaim. XXL i — 9. Long Metre. Chriji Exalted to the Kingdom.
I T~~"\^ V ID rejoic'd in God hisftrength, JL/ Rais'd to the Throne by fpecial Grace ; But Chrlft the Son appears at Length, Fulfils the Triumph and the Praife.
1 How great is the Mefjiah's Joy In the Salvation of thy Hand ! Lord, Thou haft rais'd his Kingdom high, And giv'n the World to his Command.
3 Thy Goodnefs grants what e're he will, Nor doth the kaft Requeft with-hold ; Blefiings of Love prevent him ftill, And Crowns of Glory, not of Gold;
4 Honour and Majefty divine Around his facred Temples fhine ; Bleft with the Favour of thy Face, And Length of everlafting Days.
5. Thine Hand fhall find out all his Foes ; And as a fiery Oven glows With raging Heat and living Coals, So {hall thy Wrath devour their Souls.
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Psalm XXII. i - — 1 6. Bffi Tart.
Common Metre. tte Sufferings and Death of Chrift.
1 \ T J H Y has my God my Sou! forfook,
VV Nor will a Smile afford? (Thus David once in Anguifh fpoke, And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Tho' 'tis thy chief Delight to dwell
Among thy praiiing Saints, Yet Thou canft hear a Groan as well, And pity our Complaints.
3 Our Fathers trufted in thy Name ,
And great Deliverance found ; But I'm a Worm defpis'd of Men, And trodden to the Ground.
4 Shaking the Head they pafs me by,
And laugh my Soul to fcorn ; u In vain he trnfis inGod, they cry, M Neglected and forlorn*
5 But Thou art He whoform'd my Flefh
By thine Almighty Word, And fince I hung upon the Breafl My Hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my Father hide his Face
When Foes ftand threatning round In the dark Hour of deep Diftrefs, And not an Helper found ?
Pause.
7 Behold thy Darling left among
The Cruel and the Proud, As Bulls of Bafoan fierce and ftrong, As Lions roaring loud.
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$ From Earth and Hell my Sorrows meet To multiply the Smart ; They nail my Hands, they pierce my Feet, And try to vex my Heart.
9 Yet if thy Sovereign Hand let loofe
The Rage of Earth and Hell, Why will my heavenly Father bruife The Son he loves fo well?
10 My God, if poffible it be
With-hold this bitter Cup : But I refign my Willtothee, And drink the Sorrows up.
11 My Heart difTolves with Pangs unknown,
In Groans I wafte my Breath : Thy heavy Hand has brought rae down Low as the Duft of Death.
12 Father, I give my Spirit up,
And truftitin thy Hand; My dying Flefh (ball reft in Hope, And rife at thy Command.
Psalm XXII. 20, 21, 27 — 31. Second Tart. Common Metre.
Chnft'j Sufferings and Kingdom.
l « *\. "T 0 W from the roaring Lions Rage, l\ " O Lord, poteB thy Son, " Nor leave thy Darling to engage " 'The lowers of Hell alone.
Thus did our fuffering Saviour pray
With mighty Cries and Fears ; God heard him in that dreadful Day,
And chas'd away his Fears.
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3 Great was the Viftory of his Death,
His Throne exalted high ; And all the Kindreds of the Earth Shall worfhipor lhall die.
4 A nnm'rous Offspring muft arife
From his Expiring Groans ; They fhall be reckon'd in his Eyes For Daughters and for Sons.
5 The meek and humble Souls {ball fee
His Table richly fpread ; And all that feek the Lord fhall be With Joys immortal fed.
6 The Ifles fhall know the Righteoufnef-
Of our incarnate God, And Nations yet unborn profefs Salvation- in his Blood.
Psalm XXII. Long Metre. Chrift'r Sufferings and Exaltation.
NOW let our mournful Songs record The dying Sorrows of our Lord, When he complain'd in Tears and Blood, _ As one forfaken of his God.
>a The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,
And (hake their Heads and laugh in Scorn " He refcu'-d others from the Grave ; " Now let him try himfelf tofave.
5 Si This is the Man did once pretend " God was his Father and his Friend ; " If God thepleiTed lov'd him fo, " Why doth he fail to help him now 7
4 Barbarous People \:- Cruel Priefts !
How thev fto<Kl round like favage Beafts ?
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Like Lions gaping to devour,
When God had left him in their Power.
5 They wound his Head, his Hands, his Feet, Till ftreamsot Blood each other meet : By Lot his Garments they divide, And mock the Pangs in which he dy'd.
C But God his Father heard his Cry ; Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high ; The Nations learn his Righteoufnefs, And humble Sinners tafte his Grace.
Psalm XXIII. Long Metre. God our Shepherd,
1 "\ i Y Shepherd is the living Lord ; J.yJL Now fhall my Wants be well fupply'd ; His Providence and holy Word
Become my Safety and my Guide.
2 In Paftures where Salvation grows
He makes me ktd^ he makes me reft ; There living Water gently flows, And all the Food divinely bleft.
3 My wandring Feet his Ways miftake,; But he reftores my Soul to Peace, And leads me for his Mercy's fake
In the fair Paths of Righteoufnefs.
4 Tho' I walk thro* the gloomy Vale Where Death and all its Terrors are, My Heart and Hope fhall never fail, For God my Shepherd's with me there*
5 Amidft the Darknefs and the Deeps Thou art my Comfort, Thou my Stay ; Thy Staff fupports my feeble Steps, Thy Rod directs my doubtful Way,
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6 The Sons of Earth and Sons of Hell Gaze at thy Goodnefs, and repine To fee my Table fpread fo well
With living Bread and chearful Wine#
7 ["How I rejoice when on my Head Thy Spirit condefcends to reft ! 'Tis a Divine Anointing fhed Like Oil of Gladnefs at a Feaft.
8 Surely the Mercies of the Lord Attend his Houfhold all their Days ; There will I dwell to hear his Word, To feek his Face and fing his Praife.]
Psalm XXII I. Common Metre.
1 IV /i Y Shepherd will fupply my Need, _LV X Jehovah is his Name ; In Failures frefh he makes me feed Befide the living Stream.
z He brings my wand 'ring Spirit back When I forfake his Ways ; And le^ids me for his Mercy's fake In Paths of Truth and Grace,
3 When I walk thro' the Shades of Death
Thy Prefence is my Stay ; A Word of thy fupporting Breath Drives all my Fears away.
4 Thy Hand in fight of all my Foes
Doth ftill my Table fpread ;
My Cup with Bleffings overflows,
Thine Oil anoints my Head.
5 The fure Provifions of my God
Attend me all my Days ;
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0 may thy Houfe be mine Abode And all my Woik be Praife !
€ There would I find a fettled Reft, ("While others go and come) No more a Stranger or a Gueft, But like a Child at Home,
Psalm XXIII. Short Metre.
I HTTH E Lord my Shepherd is,
1 I {hall be well fupply'd ; Since he is mine and I am his, What can I want befide I
% He leads me to the Place
Where Heavenly Pafture grows, Where living Waters gently pafs>
And full Salvation flows*
^ If e're I go aftray
He doth my Soul reclaim, And guides me in his own right Way
For his moft ha>ly Name.
4 While he affords his Aid
1 cannot yield to Fear ;
Tho' I Ihould walk thror Death's dark fhade, My Shepherd s with me there*
5 In fpight of all my Foes Thou doft my Table fpread,
JMy Cup with Bleffings overflows* And Joy exalts my Head*
6 The Bounties of thy Love Shall crown rrly following Days \
Nor from thy Houfe win I remove Nor ceafe to fpeak thy praife.
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Psalm XXIV. Common Metre/ Dwelling with Goct. i HP H E Earth for ever is the Lord's X With Adam's numerous Race ; He rais'd its Arches o'er the Floods, And built it on the Seas,
2 But who among the Sons of Men May vifit thine Abode ?
He that has Hands from Mifehief clean, Whofe Heart is right with God.
3 This is the Man may rife and take
The Bleflings of his Grace ; This is the Lot of thofe that feek The God of Jacob's Face.
4 Now let our Souls immortal Powers
To meet the Lord prepare,
Lift up their everlafting Doors,
The King of Glory's near.
5 The King of Glory ! Who can tell
The Wonders of his Might ? He rules the Nations ; but to dwell With Saints is his Delight.
Psalm XXIV. Long Metre. Saints dwell in Heaven ; or, Chrift's Afcenfion. i *T* HIS fpacious Earth is all the Lord's, X And Men aad Worms, and Beafts and Birds: He rais'd the Building on the Seas, And gave it for their Dwelling-place.
i But there's a brighter World on high, Thy Paface, Lord, above the Sky : Who fliall afcend that bleft Abode, And dwell fo near his Make* God ?
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5 He that abhors and fears to fin,
Whofe Heart is pure, whofe Hands are clean, Him fhajl the Lord the Saviour blefs, And clothe his Soul with Righteoufnefs.
4 Thefe are the Men, the pious Race That feek the God of Jacob's Face : Thefe fhall enjoy the blifsful Sight, And dwell in everlafting Light.
Pause.
5 Rejoice, ye fhining Worlds on high, Behold the King of Glory nigh ; Who can this King of Glory be ? The mighty Lord, the Saviour's He :
6 Ye Heavenly Gates, your Leaves difplay To make the Lord the Savioui way : Laden with Spoils from Earth and Hell The Conqueror comes with God to dwell.
7 Rais'd from the dead he goes before. He opens Heaven's eternal Door,
To give his Saints a bleft Abode Near their Redeemer and their God.
Psalm XXV. i-^-ii. Flrfi Part. Waiting for Pardon andDheftidn*
I T Lift my Soul to God,
X My Truft is in his Name ; Let not my Foes that feek my Blood
Still triumph in my Shame.
a Sin and the Powers of Hell
Perfwade me to Defpair ; Lord, make me know thy Covenant well,
That I may Tcape the Snare,
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3 From the firit dawning Light Till the dark Evening rife
For thy Salvation, Lord, I wait With Ever-longing Eyes.
4 Remember all thy Gtace, And lead me in thy Truth ;
Forgive the Sins of riper Days And Follies of my Youth.
5 The Lord is juft and kind, The Meek fhall learn his Ways,
And every humble Sinner find The Methods of his Grace.
6 For his own Goodnefs fake He faves my Soul from Shame ;
He pardons (tho* my Guilt be great) Thro' my Redeemer's Name.
Psalm XXV. 12, 14, 10, 13. id Part Divine InftruHion, I T T 7Here fhall the Man be found V V That fears t offend his God That loves the Gofpel's joyful Sound, And trembles at the Rod ?
% The Lord fhall make him know
The Secrets of his Heart, The "Wonders of his Covenant fhow,
And all his Love impart.
3 The Dealings of his Hand
Are Truth and Mercy ftill With fuch as to his Covenant ftand,
And love to do his Will.
% Their Souls fhall dwell at eafe Before their Maker s Face -,
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Their Seed fhali caft the Promifes In their extenfive Grace,
Psalm XXV. 15—22. Third Part. Dlfirefs of Soul', or, Bachjlidlng and Defertio??. 1 A /I Ine Eyes and my Defire IVjL Are ever to the Lord •
1 love to plead his Prornifes,
And reft upon his Word.
2 Tarn, turn thee to my Soul, Bring thy Salvation near ;
"When will thy Hand releafe my Feet Out of the deadly Snare ?
3 When fhall the fovereign Grace Of my Forgiving God
Reftore me from thofe dangerous Ways My wandring Feet have trod?
4 The Tumult of my Thoughts Doth but enlarge my Woe ;
My Spirit laaguithes, my Heart Jsdefolate and low.
5 With every Morning Light My Sorrow new begins ;
Look on my Anguifh and my Pain, And pardon ail my Sins.
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6 Behold the Hofts of Hell, How cruel is their Hate/'
Againft my Life they rifty and joi&; Their Fury with Deceit.
7 O keep my Soul from Death, Nor put my Hope to {hame.
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or I have plac'd my on-IyTruft In my Redeemer's Name.
S With humble Faich I wait
To fee thy Face again ; Of Ifrael it fball ne'er be faid,
He fought the Lard in vain.
Psalm XXVI. Self -Examination ; or, Evidences of Grace* I TUcige me, O Lord, and prove my Ways, J And try my Reins, and try my Heart ; My Faith upon thy Promife ftays, Nor from thy Law my Feet depart,
i I hate to walk, I hate to fit With Men of Vanity and Lies ; The Scoffer and the Hypocrite Are the Abhorrence of mine Eyes.
3 Amongft thy Saints wi!l I appear With Hands well-wafh'd inlnnocence , But whefi I (land before thy Bar The Blood of thrift is my Defence.
% I love thy Habitation, Lord, The Temple where thine Honours dwell ; There fhall I hear thy holy Word, And there thy Works of Wonder tell.
5 Let not my Soul be join'd at laft With Men of Treachery and Blood, Since I my Days on Faith have pafl Among the Saints and near my God^
Psalm XXVIL I — 6. Firft Part The Church is our Delight and Safety* i ' I T H E Lord of Glory is my Light, X And my Salvation too ;
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God is my Strength ; nor will I fear What all my Foes can do.
2 One Privilege my Heart defires ;
O grant me an Abode Among the Churches of thy Saints, The Temples of my God !
3 There fhall I offer my Reqiiefts,
And fee thy Beauty frill, Shall hear thy MefTages of Love, And there enquire thy Will.
4 When Troubles rife and Storms appear
There may his Children hide ; God has a ftrong Pavilion where He makes my Soul abide.
5 Now fhall my Head be lifted high
Above my Foes around, And Songs of Joy and Viftory Within thy Temple found.
Psalm XXVII. Ver. 8, % 13, 14. Second Fart.
Prayer and Hope. I QOON asl heard my Father fay, ^ u Te Children feek my Gracet My Heart reply'd without delay, " I'll feek my Father s Face.
2, Let not thy Face be hid from me, Nor frown my Soul away ; God of my Life, I fly to Thee In a diftrefling Day.
5 Should Friends and Kindred near and dear Leave me to want or die, My God would make my Life his Care, And all my Need fupply.
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4 My fainting Flefh had dy'd with Grief
Had not my Soul believ'd To fee thy Grace provide Relief, Nor was my Hope deceived.
5 Wait on the Lord, Ye trembling Saints,
And keep your Courage up ; He'll raife your Spirit when it faints, And far exceed your Hope.
Psalm XXIX. Storm and "Thunder. i /*"■> I ve to the Lord, ye Sons of Fame, VJ Give to the Lord Renown and Power, Afcribe due Honours to his Name, And his Eternal Might adore.
z The Lord proclaims his Power aloud Over the Ocean and the Land ; His Voice divides the Watry Cloud, And Lightnings blaze at his Command.
3 He fpeaks, and Tempeft, Hail and Wind Lay the wide Forefts bare around ;
The fearful Hart, and frighted Hind Leap at the Terror of the Sound.
4 To Lebanon he turns his Voice, And, Lor the irately Cedars break ; The Mountains tremble at the Noife, The Valleys roar, the Defarts quake*
5 The Lord fits Sovereign on the Flood, The Thunderer reigns for ever King ; But makes his Church his bleft Abode, Where we his awful Glories fing. i
6 In gentler Language there rhe Lord The Counfels of his Grace imparts ;
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Amidft the raging Storm his Word Speaks Peace and Courage to our Hearts.
Psalm XXX. Fir fi Part. } Sicknefs heaYdy and Sorrow removd. I T Will extol thee, Lord, on high, X At thy Command Difeafes fly ; Who but a God can fpeak, and favc From the dark Borders ot the Grave 1
z Sing to the Lord, ye Saints of his, And tell how large his Goodnefs is ; Let all -you* Powers rejoice and blefs, While you record his Holinefs.
3 His Anger but a Moment ftays ;
His Love is Life and Length of Days ; Tho' Grief and Tears the Night employ, The Morning-Star reftores the Joy.
Psalm XXX. Ver. 6. Second Fart* Bealtfyy Siclznefsy and Recovery. X T?Itm 'was my Health, my Day was bright, X* And I prefum'd 'twould ne'er be Night , Fondly I faid within my Heart, " Plea fare and Peace jhall ne'er depart.
z But I forgot thine Arm was ftrong
Which made my Mountain ftand fo long ;
Soon as thy Face began to hide,
My Health was gone, my Comforts dy'd,
3 I cry'd aloud to thee, my God ;
" What can'ft thou profit by my Blood ? " Deep in the Duft can I declare
Thy Truth, or ting thy Goodnefs there?
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4 " Hear me, O God of Grace, I faid, " And bring me from among the Dead ;
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Thy Word rebuk'd the Pains I felt. Thy pardoning Love remov'd my Guilt.
5 My Groans, and Tears, and Forms of Woe Are turn'd to Joy and Praifes now ; I throw my Sack-Cloth on die Ground, And Eafe and Gladnetsgird me round.
6 My Tongue, the Glory of my Frame* Shall ne'er be filent of thy Name ; ThyPraife &all found through Earth andffcftv'n For Sicknefs heal'd, and Sins forgivn.
Psalm XXXI. 5* 13 i^, 22, 23. <F*ft ParU
Delfcerance from Death.
1 TNto thine Hand, OGod of Truth, 1 My Spirit I commit ; Thou haft redeemed my Soul from Death,
And fav'd me from the Pit.
2 The Paflions of my Hope and Fear
Maintain'd a doubtful Strife, "While Sorrow, Pain and Sin confpir'd To take away my Life.
5 M My 'Times ate in thine Handy I cry'd, 44 *Tho I draw near the Duft ; Thou are the Refuge v/here I hide, The God in whom I truft.
4 O make thy reconciled Face
Upon thy Servant fhine, And fave me for thy Mercy fake, For I'm intireJy thine.
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5 £Twas in my Hafte, my Spirit faid,
" / muft defpair and dye.
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11 I am cut off before thine Eyes ; But thou haft heard my Cry.]
6 Thy Goodnefs how divinely free !
How wondrous is thy Grace, To thofe that fear thy Majefty, And truft thy Promifes !
7 O love the Lord, all ye his Saints,
And fing his Praifes loud ; He'll bend his Ear to your Complaints, And recompence the Proud,
Psalm XXXI. 7 — 13, 18-— 21. Second Part. Deliverance from Slander and Reproach.
1 Ti >J Y Heart rejoices in thy Name, 1VJL My God, my Help, my Truft ; Thou haft preferv'd my Face from Shame,
Mine Honour from the Duft.
2 c< My Life isfpent with Grief, I cry'd,
" My Years confum'd in Groans, " My Strength decays, mine Eyes are dry'd, 44 And Sorrow wafts my Bones.
3 Among mine Enemies my Name
Was a mere Proverb grown, While to my Neighbours 1 became . Forgotten and unknown.
4 Slander and Fear on every fide
Seiz'd and befet me round ; I to the Throne of Grace apply'd, And fpeedy Refcue found.
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5 How great Deliverance thou haft wrought
Before the Sons of Men !
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The lying Lips to filence brought, And made their Boaftings vain !
Thy Children from the ftrife of Tongues
Shall thy Pavilion hide, Guard them from Infamy and Wrongs,
And crufh the Sons of Pride.
Within thy fecret Prefence, Lord,
Let me for ever dwell ; No fenced City wall'd and barr'd
Secures a Saint fo well.
Psalm XXXII. Short Metre.
Forgkenefs of Sins upon Confeffion.
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Bleffed Souls are they Whofe Sins are cover'd o'er !
Divinely bleft, to whom the Lord Imputes their Guilt no more !
2 They mourn their Follies paft, And keep their Hearts with Care ;
Their Lips andLtves without Deceit Shall prove their Faith fincere.
3 While I conceal'd my Guilt, I felt the feft'ring Wound,
Till I confefs'd my Sins to thee, And ready Pardon found.
4 Let Sinners learn to pray,
Let Saints keep near the Throne ; Our Help in Times of deep Diftreis i ' Is found in God alone.
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Psalm XXXII. Common Metre.
Free Pardon, and jlncere Obedience ; or, Confejpor and Forgivenefs*
I T TAppy the Man to whom his God X, 4 No more imputes his Sin, But wafh'd in the Redeemer's Blood Hath made his Garments clean !
a Happy beyond Expreflion He,!J
Whofe Debts are thus difcharg'd ; And from the guilty Bondage free He feels his Soul inlarg'd.
5 His Spirit hates Deceit and Lies, His Words are all fincere ; He guards his Heart, he guards his Eyes, To keep his Conscience clear.
4 While I my inward Guilt fuppreft
No Quiet could I find ; Thy Wrath lay burning in my Breaft, And rack'd my tortur'd Mind.
5 Then I confefs'd my troubled Thoughts,
My fecret Sins reveal'd ; Thy pardoning Grace forgave my Faults, Thy Grace my Pardon leal'd.
4 This fliall invite thy Saints to pray ; When like a raging Flood Temptations rife, our Strength and Stay Is a forgiying God.
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Psalm XXXII. Firft Part. Long Metre.
Repentance and Free Pardon) or, Juflification and San&ifi 'cation.
Left is the Man, for ever bleft, Whofe Guilt is pardon'd by his God, Whofe Sins with Sorrow are confefs'd, And covered with his Saviour's Blood.
z Bleft is the Man to whom the Lord Imputes not his Iniquities, He pleads no Merit of Reward, And not on Works, but Grace relies.
5 Fiom Guile his Heart and Lips are free, His humble Joy, his holy Fear With deep Repentance well agree, And join to prove his Faith fincere.
4. How Glorious is that Righteoufnefs That hides and cancels all his Sins ! * "While a bright Evidence of Grace Thro* his whole Life appears and fhines.
Psalm XXXII. Second Part. Long Metre. A Guilty Conference eas'dby Confejjion and Pur don.
I X 7f 7Hile I keep Silence and conceal V V My heavy Guilt within my Heart, What Torments doth my Confcience feel ! What Agonies of inward Smart I
2. I fpread my Sins before the Lord, And all my fecret Faulrs confefs ; Thy Gofpel fpeaks a pard ning Word, Thine holy Spirit feals the Grace.
3 For this fhall every humble Soul Make fvvift Addrefles to thy Seat ;
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When Floods of huge Temptations roll, There fhall they find a Weft Retreat.
4 How fafe beneath thy Wings I lie,
When Days grow dark and Storms appear ! And when I walk, thy watchful Eye Shall guide me fafe from every Snare,
Psalm XXXIIL Fir ft Part. Common Metre,
Works of Creation and Providence. i T) Ejoice, ye Righteous, in the Lord, JLV. This Work belongs to you: Sing of his Name, his Ways, his Word, How holy, juft and true !
ft His Mercy and his Rightcoufnefs Let Heaven and Earth proclaim ; His Works of Nature and of Grace Reveal his wondrous Name.
3 His Wifdom and Almighty Word
The Heavenly Arches fpread ; And by the Spirit of the Lord Their fhining Hofts were made.
4 He bid the Liquid Waters flow
To their appointed Deep ; The flowing Seas their Limits know, And their own Station keep.
5 Ye Tenants of the fpacious Earth,
With Fear before him ftand ; He fpake ; and Nature took its Birth, And refts on his Command.
6 Ke fcorns the angry Nations Rage,
And breaks their vain Defigns; Kis Counfel ftands thro' every age, And in full Glory Ihines.
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Psalm XXXIII. Second Part. Common Merre. Creatures vain, and God AU-fuflicient.
1 "DLeft is the Nation where the Lord [J Hath fix'd his gracious Throne ;
Where he reveals his heavenly Word, And calls their Tribes his own.
2 His Eye with infinite Survey
Does the whole World behold ; He form'd ws all of equal Clay And knows our feeble Mould.
3 Kings are not refcu'd by the force
Of Armies from the Grave ; Nor Speed nor Courage of an Horfc Can the bold Rider fave.
4 Vain is the ftrength of Beafts or Men
To hope for Safety thence ;
But holy Souls from God obtain
A ftrong and fure Defence.
5 God is their Fear, and God their Truft ;
When Plagues or Famine fpread, His watchful Eye fecures the Juft Among ten thoufand Dead.
Lord, let our Hearts in thee rejoice,
And blefs us from thy Throne ; For we have made thy Word our Choice,
And truft thy Grace alone.
Psalm XXXIII. As the 1 13th Pf. Firfl Part.
Works of Creation and Providence. 1 ^V^E holy Souls in God rejoice,
X Your Maker's Praife becomes your Voice ; Great is your Theme, your Songs be new : Sing of his Name, his Word, his Ways,
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His Works of Nature and of Grace, How wife and holy, juft and true !
2. Juftice and Truth he ever loves,
And the whole Earth his Goodnefs proves,
His Word the heavenly Arches fpread ; How wide they fhine from North to South I And by the Spirit of his Mouth
Were all the Starry Armies made.
5 He gathers the wide flowing Seas, Thofe watry Treafures know their Place
In the vail: Store-houfe of the Deep, He fpake, and gave all Nature Birth ; And Fires, and 6eas, and Heaven, and Earth
His everlafting Orders keep.
4 Let Mortals tremble and adore A God of fuch refiftlefs Power,
Nor dare indulge their feeble Rage : Vain are your Thoughts, and weak your Hands ; But his eternal Counfel Hands,
And rules the World from Age to Age.
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Creatures vain, and God All-fufficient* i (~^\ Happy Nation, where the Lord V^ Reveals the Treafure of his Word
And builds his Church, his Earthly Throne ! His Eye the Heathen World furveys, He form'd their Hearts, he knows their ways But God their Maker is unknown.
2. Let Kings rely upon their Hoft,*
And of his Strength the Champion boaft ;
In vain they boaft, in vain rely ; In vain we truil the brutal Force, Or Speed, or Courage of a Horfe,
I c guard hi$ Rider or to fly. 3 Tl
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3 The Eye of thy Companion, Lord, Doth more fee u re Defence afford
When Deaths or Dangers threatning ftand Thy watchful Eye preferves the Juit, Who make thy Name their Fear and Truft,
When Wars or Famine wafte the Land.
4 In Sicknefs or the bloody Field, Thou our Phyfician, Thou our Shield,
Send us Salvation from thy Throne ; We waif to fee thy Goodnefs fhine ; Let us rejoice in Help Divine,
For all our Hope is God alone.
Psalm XXXIV. Firft Part. Long Metre. God's Care of the Saints \ or, Deliverance by Prayer*
1 1 Ord, I will blefs thee all my Days,
I j Thy Praife fhal4 dwell upon my Tongue ; My Soul fhall glory in thy Grace, While Saints rejoice to hear the Song.
2 Come, magnify the Lord with me, Come, let us all exalt his Name ;
I fought ths Eternal God, and He . Has not expos'd my Hope to fhame.
3 I told him all my fecret Grief,
My fecret Groaning reach'd his Ears ; He gave my inward Pains relief, And calm'd the Tumult of my Fears.
4 To him the Poor lift up their Eyes, Their Faces feel the heavenly Shine ; A Beam of Mercy from the Skies Fills them with Light and Joy Divine.
5 His holy Angels pitch their Tents Around rhe Men that ferve the Lord.
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O fear and love him, all his Saints, Tafte of his Grace and truft his Word.
6 The wild young Lions pinch'd with Pain And Hunger roar thro* all the Wood, But none fhall feek the Lord in vain, Nor want Supplies of real Good.
Psalm XXXIV. 1 1 — zz. Second Part.
Long Metre.
Religious Education ; or, InJlruBionS of Piefy.
i /^>Hildren in Years, and Knowledge young, \^ Your Parents Hope, your Parents Joy Attend the Counfels of my Tongue, Let pious Thoughts your Minds imploy.
2, If you defire a Length of "Days, And Peace to crown your mortal State, Reftrain your Feet from impious Ways, Your Lips from Slander and Deceit,
5 The Eyes of God regard his Saints, His Ears are open to their Cries ; He fets his frowning Face againft The Sons of Violence and Lies.
4 To humble Souls and broken Hearts God with his Grace is ever nigh ; Pardon and Hope his Love imparts When Men in deep Contrition lye.
5 He tells their Tears, he counts their Groans, His Son redeems their Sou4s from Death ; His Spirit heals their broken Bones,
They in his Praife employ their Breath.
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Psalm XXXIV. i 10. Firft Part.
Common Metre. Prayer and Pr/nfe for eminent Dtlfoerance. 1 TXL blefs the Lord from Day to Day ; X How good are all 'his Ways ? Ye humble Souls that ufe to pray, Come, help my Lips to praife.
1 Sing to the Honour of his Name, How a poor Sufferer cry'd, Nor was his Hope expos'd to fhame, Nor was his Suit deny'd.
3 When threatning Sorrows round me ftoo^
And endlefs Fears arofe, Like the loud Billows of a Flood, Redoubling all my Woes ;
4 I told the Lord my fore Diftrefs,
With heavy Groans and Tears, He gave my fharpeft Torments Eafe, And filenc'd all my Fears.
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5 [O Sinners, come and tafte his Love,
Come, learn his pleafant Ways, And let your own Experience prove The Sweetnefs of his Grace.
6 He bids his Angels pitch their Tents
Round where his Children dwell ; What Ills their heavenly Care prevents No Earthly Tongue can tell]
7 [O love the Lord, ye Saints of his;
His Eye regards the Juft ; How richly bleft their Portion is Who make the Lord their Truft !
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8 Young Lions pinch'd with Hunger roar, And famifh in the Wood ; But God fupplies his holy Poor Wi:h every needful Good.]
Psalm XXXIV. ii 22. Second Part.
Common Metre. Exhortations to Peace andHolinefs*
i /^Ome, Children, learn to fear the Lord : \^j And that your Days be long, Let not a falfe or fpiteful Word Be found upon your Tongue.
2 Depart from Mifchief, pra&ife Love,
Purfue the Works of Peace ; $0 fhall the Lord your ways approve, And fet your Souls at Eafe.
3 His Eyes awake to guard the Juft,
His Ears attend their Cry ; When broken Spirits dwell in Duft, The God of Grace is nigh.
4 What tho' the Sorrows here they tafte
Are fharp and tedious too, The Lord, who faves them all at laft, Is their Supporter now.
5 Evil fball fmite the wicked Dead ;
But God fecurcs his own, Prevents the Mifchief when they Aide, Or heals the broken Bone.
6 When Defolation like a Flood
O'er the proud Sinner rolls, Saints find a Refuge in their God, For he redeem'd their Souls.
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Psalm XXXV. i 9. Firft Part.
Prayer and Faith of perfecuted Saints ; or, Impreca- tions mix'd with Charity.
1 X TOW plead my Caufe, Almighty God, lN With all the Sons of Strife ;
And fight againft the Men of Blood Who fight againft my Life.
2 .Draw out thy Spear and flop their way,
Li^t thine avenging Rod ; But to my Soul in Mercy fay, " / am thy Saviour-God.
3 They plant their Snares to catch my Feet,
And Nets of Mifchief fpread ; Plunge the Deftroyers in the Pit That their own Hands have made,
4 Let Fogsand Darknefs hide their way,
And flippery be their Ground ; Thy Wrath fhall make their Lives a Prey, And all their Rage confound.
5 They fly like Chaff before the Wind,
Before thine angry Breath ; The Angel of the Lord behind Purfues them down to Death.
6 They love the Road that leads to Hell ;
Then let the Rebels dye, Whofe Malice is implacable Againft the Lord on high.
7 But if Thou haft a chofen few
Amongft that impious Race, Divide them from the bloody Crew By thy furprifing Grace.
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8* Then will I raife my tuneful Voice To make thy Wonders known ; In their Salvation I'll rejoice, And blefs thee for my own.
Psalm XXXV. Ver. 12, 13, 14. Second Vart.
hove to Emmies ; or, the Love of Chrift to Sinners
typify* d in David.
1 T)Ehold the Love, the generous Love I) That holy David fhows ; Hark, how his founding Bowels move To his afflifted Foes !
i When they are fick, his Soul complains, And feems to feel the Smart ; The Spirit of the Gofpel reigns, And melts his pious Heart.
3 How did his flowing Tears condole As for a Brother dead ! And fafting mortify 'd his Soul, While for their Life he pray'd.
, 4 They groan'd ; and curft him on their Bed, Yet ftill he pleads and mourns ; And double BleflGngs on his Head The righteous God returns.
5 O glorious Type of heavenly Grace I
Thus Chrift the Lord appears ; While Sinners curfe, the Saviour prays, And pities them with Tears.
6 He the true David^ IfraeVs King,
BleftandBelov'dofGod, To fave us Rebels dead* in Sin Pay'd his own deareft Blood.
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Psalm XXXVI. 5—9. Long Metre.
The Perfections and Providence of God; or, General
Providence And Special Grace,
1 T TIgh in the Heavens, Eternal God, J[ ± Thy Goodnefs in full Glory fhines ; Thy Truth (hall break thro* every Cloud That vails and darkens thy Defigns.
2 For ever firm thy Juftice (lands, As Mountains their Foundations keep ; "Wife are the Wonders of thy Hands ; Thy Judgments are a mighty Deep.
3 Thy Providence is kind and large, Both Man and Beaft thy Bounty (hare ; The whole Creation is thy Charge, But Saints are thy peculiar Care.
4 My God ! how excellent thy Grace ; Whence all our Hope and Comfort Springs ! The Sons of Adam in Diftrefs Fly to the Shadow of thy Wings.
5 From the Provifions of thy Houfe We fhall be fed with fweet Repaft , There Mercy like a River flows, And brings Salvation to our Tafte.
<> Life like a Fountain rich and free Springs from the Prefence of my Lord ; And in thy Light our Souls fhall fee The Glories promis'd in thy Word.
Psalm XXXVI. Ver. 1,2, 5,6,7,9. Com. Metre. Praftical Atheifm exposed ; or, the Beings and Attri- butes of God afferted. 1 \j\7Hile Men grow bold in wicked Ways, \ V And vet a God they own,
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My Heart within me often fays,
" Their Thoughts believe there's none*
2 Their Thoughts and Ways at once declare
(What e'er their Lips profefs) God hath no Wrath for them to fear, Nor will they feek his Grace.
3 What ftrange Self-flattery blinds their Eyes !
But there's a haftning Hour When they fhall fee with fore Surprize The Terrors of thy Power.
4 Thy Juftice fhall maintain its Throne,
Tho' Mountains melt away ; Thy Judgments are a World unknown, A deep unfathom'd Sea.
5 Above thefe Heavens created Rounds
Thy Mercies, Lord, extend ; Thy Truth out-lives the narrow Bounds Where Time and Nature end.
6 Safety to Man thy Goodnefs brings,
Nor overlooks the Beaft ; Beneath the Shadow of thy Wings Thy Children chufe to reft.
7 [From thee, when Creature-ftreams run low
And mortal Comforts die, Perpetual Springs of Life fhall flow, And raife our Pleafures high.
S Tho* all created Light decay, And Death clofe up our Eyes, Thy Prefence makes eternal Day Where Clouds can never rife.
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Psalm XXXVI. 1—7. Short Metre.
*TheWickednefs of Many and the Majefly cf God;
or, Praftical Atheifm expos'd.
1 \T7Hen Man grows bold in Sin,
VV My Heart within me cries, M He hath no Faith of God within, " Nor Fear before his Eyes.
2 [He walks a while conceal'd In a Selffl^tt'ring Dream,
Till his dark Crimes at once reveal'd Expofe his hateful Name.]
3 His Heart is falfe and foul,
His Words are fmooth and fair ; Wifdom is banifh'd from his Soul, And leaves no Goodnefs there.
4 He plots upon his Bed New Mifchiefs to fulfil ;
He fets his Heart, and Hand, and Head To pra&ife all that's ill.
5 But there's a dreadful God Tho' Men renounce his Fear ;
His Juftice hid behind the Cloud Shall one great Day appear.
6 His Truth tranfcends the Sky, In Heaven his Mercies dwell ;
Deep as the Sea his Judgments lie, His Anger burns to Hell.
7 How excellent his Love, Whence all our Safety fprings!
O never let my Soul remove From underneath his Wings,
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Psaim XXX VH. I— 1 5. Firft Tart. The Cure of Envyy Fretfulnefs and Unbelief ; or, The Rewards of the Righteous and the Wicked; or, The World's Hatred and the Saints Patience.
1 \AJ H Y Should I vex my Soul, and fret W To fee the Wicked rife 1 Or envy Sinners waxing great By Violence and Lies ?
1 Asflowry Grafs cut down at Noon, Before the Evening fades, So fhall their Glories vanifh foon In everlafting Shades.
3 Then let me make the Lord my Truft,
And pra&ife all that's Good ;
So fhall I dwell amongft the Jufr,
And He'll provide me Food.
4 I to my God my Ways commit,
And cheerful wait his Will ; Thy Hand, which guides my doubtful Feet, Shall my Defires fulfil.
5 Mine Innocence fhalt Thou difplay,
And make thy Judgments known, Fair as the Light of dawning Day, And glorious as the Noon;
6 The Meek at laft the Earth poflefi,
They are the Heirs of Heav'n ; True Riches with abundant Peace To humble Souls are giv'n.
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7 Reft in the Lord and keep his Way,
Nor let your Anger rife Tho' Providence fhould long delay To punilh haughty Vice* S Let
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8 Let Sinners join to break your Peace,
And plot, and rage, and foam ;
The Lord derides them, for he fees
Their Day of Vengeance come.
9 They have drawn out the threatning Sword,
Have bent the murd'rous Bow, To flay the Men that fear the Lord And bring the Righteous low.
10 My God fhall break their Bows, and bum
Their perfecuting Darts, Shall their own Swords againft them turn: And Pain furprize their Hearts.
Psalm XXXVII. itf, 2 1, 26—3 1 . Second Part. Charity to the Poor ; or, Religion in Words and Deeds* 1 \\J H Y do the wealthy Wicked boaft, Y V And grow profanely bold ? The meaneft Portion of the Juft Excels the Sinner's Gold.
1 The Wicked borrows of his Friends But ne'er defigns to pay ; The Saint is merciful and lends, Nor turns the Poor away.
3 His Alms with liberal Heart he gives
Amongft the Sons of Need ; His Memory to long Ages lives, And blefled is his Seed.
4 His Lips abhor to talk profane,
To flander or defraud ; His ready Tongue declares to Men What he has learn 'd of God.
5 The Law and Gofpel of the Lord
Deep in his Heart abide ;
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Led by the Spirit and the Word, His Feet fhall never Aide.
6 When Sinners fall the Righteous ftand, Preferv'd from every Snare ; They fhall poffefs the promis'd Land, And dwell for ever there.
Psalm XXXVII. 23—37. Third Part. The Way and End of the Righteous and Wicked.
1 "\ \ Y God, the Steps of pious Men IVJL Are ordered by thy Will ; Tho* they fhould fall they rife again,
Thy Hand fupports them ftill.
2 The Lord delights to fee their Ways,
Their Virtue he approves ; He'll ne'er deprive them of his Grace, • Nor leave the Men he loves.
3 The heavenly Heritage is theifs,
Their Portion and their Home ; He feeds them now, and makes them Heirs Of Bleffings long to come.
4 Wait on the Lord, ye Sons of Men,
Nor fear when Tyrants frown ;
Ye fhall confefs their Pride was vain
When Juftice cafts them down.
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5 The haughty Sinner have 1 feen
Nor fearing Man nor God, Like a tall Bay-Tree fair and green,1 Spreading his Arms abroad.
6 And lo, he vanifh'd from the Ground,
Deftroy'd by Hands unfeen ;
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Nor Root, nor Branch, nor Leaf was found Where all that Pride had been.
1 But mark the Man of Righteoufnefs, Hisfeveral Steps attend ; True Pleafure runs thro' all his Ways, And peaceful is his End.
Psalm XXXVIII.
Guilt of Conference and Relief \ or, Repentance And
Prayer for Pardon and Health.
1 A Midft thy Wrath remember Love, j[\ Reftore thy Servant, Lord ; Nor let a Father's Chaftening pro.ve
Like an Avenger's Sword,
2 Thine Arrows (tick within my Heart,
My Flefh is forely preft ; Between the Sorrow and the Smart My Spirit finds no Reft.
3 My Sins a heavy Load appear,
And o'er my Head are gone ; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t'atone.
4 My Thoughts are like a troubled Sea,
My Head ftill bending down ; And I go mourning all the Day Beneath my Father's Frown.
5 Lord, I am wqak and broken fore,
None of my Pow'rs are whole ; The inward Anguifti makes me roar, The Anguiih of my Soul..
6 All my Defire to Thee is known,
Thine Eye counts every Tear, And every Sigh, and every Groan
Is notie'd by thine Ear, 7 Thou
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7 Thou art my God, my only Hope ,
My God will hear my Cry,
My God will bear my Spirit up
When Satan bids me die.
8 [My Foot is ever apt to Aide,
My Foes rejoice to fee't ; They raife their Pleafure and their Pride When they fupplant my Feet.
9 But I'll confefs my Guilt to Thee,
And grieve for all my Sin : I'll mourn, how weak my Graces be, And beg Support Divine.
io My God, forgive my Follies paft, And be for ever nigh ; O Lord of my Salvation, hafte Before thy Servant die.]
Psalm XXXIX. i, 2, 3. Erft Part.
WaUhfulnefs over the 'Tongue ; or, Prudence and
Zeal,
I ^T^Hus I refolv'd before the Lord, X " Now will I watch my Tongue, " Left I let flip one finful Word, 41 Or do my Neighbour Wrong,
l And if I'm e'er conftrain'd to fray With Men of Lives profane, Til fet a double Guard that Day, Nor let my Talk be vain.
3 I'll fcarce allow my Lips to fpeak
The pious Thoughts I feel, ; Left Scoffers fhould th' Occafion take To mock my holy Zeal.
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4 Yet if fome proper Hour appear, I'll nor be over-aw'd, But let the fcoffing Sinners hear That we can Ipeak for God.
Psalm XXXIX. 4, 5, 6, 7. Second Part 'The Vanity of Man as Mortal*
1 nr^Each me the Meafure of my Days, X Thou Maker of my Frame ;
I would furvey Life's narrow Space, And learn how frail I am.
2 A Span is all that we can boaft,
An Inch or two of Time ; Wan is but Vanity and Duft In all his Flower and Prime.
3 See the vain Race of Mortals move
Like Shadows o'er the Plain, They r3ge and ftrive, defire and love, But all the Noife is vain.
4 Some walk in Honour's gaudy Show,
Some dig for golden Oar, They toil for Heirs they know not who, And {trait are feen no more.
5 What fliould I wiih or wait for then
From Creatures, Earth and Dult 1 They make our Expectations vain, And difappoint our Truft.
6 Now I forbid my Carnal Hope,
My fond Defires recall ; I give my Mortal Intereft up, And make my God my AH.
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Psalm XXXIX. 9 — 1 3. 'Third Tart. Sick-Bed Ve otion ', or, Pleading without Refining*
1 />OD of my Life, look gently down, V JT Behold the Pains I feel ;
But I am dumb before thy Throne, Nor dare difpute thy Will.
2 Difeafes are thy Servants, Lord,
They come at thy Command ;' 1*11 not attempt a murmuring Word Againft thy chaft'ning Hand.
3 Yet I may plead with humble Cries,
Remove thy fharp Rebukes ; My Strength confumes, my Spirit dies Thro' thy repeated Stro&es.
4 Crufh'd as a Moth beneath thy Hand
We moulder to the Duft ; Our feeble Powers can ne'er withftand, And all our Beauty's loft,
5 [This Mortal Life decays apace,
How foon the Bubble's broke ! Adam and all his numerous Race Are Vanity and Smoke.]
6 I'm but a Sojourner below
As all my Fathers were ; May I be well prepared to go When I the Summons hear !
7 But if my Life be fpar'd a while
Before my laft Remove, Thy Praife fhall be my Bufinefs (till, And I'll declare thy Love.
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Psalm XL. 1,2,3,5,17. Firfi Part. Com. Met. A Song of Deliver ance from great Viftrefi.
1 T Waited patient for the Lord, J. He bow'd to hear my Cry ; He faw me refting on his Word, And brought Salvation nigh.
2 He raisM me from a horrid Pit
Where mourning long I lay, And from my Bonds releas'd my Feet, Deep Bonds of miry Clay.
3 Firm on a Rock he made me ftand,
And taught my chearful Tongue To praife the Wonders of his Hand In a new thankful Song.
4 1*11 fpread his Works of Grace abroad ;
The Saints with Joy {hall hear, And Sinners learn to make my God Their only Hope and Fear.
5 How many are thy Thoughts of Love !
Thy Mercies, Lord, how great ! We have not Words nor Hours enough Their Numbers to repeat.
6 When I'm affli&ed, poor and low,
And Light and Peace depart, My God beholds my heavy Woe, And bears me on his Heart.
Psalm XL. 6 — 9. Second Part. Com. Met.
Ike Incarnation and Sacrifice of Chrift. 1 T^Hus faith the Lord, " Your Work is vain, X u Give your Burnt-Offerings o'er, li In dying Goats and Bullocks flain 41 My Soul delights no more.
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2 Then fpake the Saviour, " Lo I'm here,
" My God, to do thy Will ; <l What e'er thy facred Books declare " Thy Servant fhall fulfill.
3 " Thy Law is ever in my Sight,
" I keep it near my Heart ; " Mine Ears are opend with Delight " To what thy Lips impart.
4 And fee, the bleft Redeemer comes,
Th' Eternal Son appears, And at th' appointed Time affumes The Body God prepares.
5 Much he reveal'd his Father's Grace,
And much his Truth he fhew'd. And preach'd the Way of Righteoufnefs Where great Aflemblies flood.
4 His Father's Honour touch'd his Heart, He pity'd Sinners Cries, And to fulfil a Saviour's part Was made a Sacrifice.
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7 No Blood of Beafts on Altars fhed
Could wafh the Confcience clean* But the rich Sacrifice he paid Atones for all our Sin.
8 Then was the great Salvation fpread,
And Satan s Kingdom fhook ; Thus by the Woman's promis'd Seed The Serpent's Head was broke.
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Psalm XL. 5—10. Long Metre. Chrift our Sacrifice.
1 HHHE Wonders, Lord, Thy Love has wrought X Exceed our Praife, furmount our Thought ; Should I attempt the long Detail, My Speech would faint, my Numbers fail.
% No Blood of Beafts on Altars fpilt
Can cleanfe the Souls of Men from Guilt ; But Thou haft let before our Eyes An All-fufficient Sacrifice.
3 Lo ! thine Eternal Son appears, To thy Defigns he bows his Ears, Affumes a Body well prepar'd, And well performs a Work fo hard.
4 " Behold, I come Ctbe Saviour cri#s With Love and Duty in his Eyes)
" I come to bear the heavy Load " Of Sins, and do thy Will, my God.
5 il 'Tis written in thy great Decree, " 'Tis in thy Book foretold of Me, " I muft fulfil the Saviour's Part, 44 And lo ! thy Law is in my Heart.
6 " I'll magnify thy holy Law,
4< And Rebels to Obedience draw, " When on my Crofs I'm lifted high, 11 Or to my Crown above the Sky.
<c The Spirit fhall defcend and fhow a What Thou haft done, and what I do ; <c The wond'ring World fhall learn thy Grace, " Thy Wifdom and thy Righteoufnefs.
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Psalm XLI. i, 2., 3.
Charity to the Poor ; or, Pity to the Ajfiifted.
1 T3Left is the Man whofe Bowels move,
tj And melt with Pity to the Poor, Whofe Soul by fympathizing Love Feels what his fellow-Saints endure.
2 His Heart contrives for their Relief More Good than his own Hands can do ; He in the Time of general Grief
Shall find the Lord has Bowels too.
3 His Soul fhall live fecure on Earth, With fecret Bleffings on his Head,
When Drought, and Peftilence, and Dearth, Around him multiply their Dead.
4 Or if he languish on his Couch God will pronounce his Sins forgiven, Will fave him with a healing Touch, Or take his willing Soul to Heaven.
Psalm XLII. i 5. FirftPart.
Defection and Hope ; or, Complaint of Abfence fret puhlick Worjbip.
I T If 7lth earned Longings of the Mind, V V My God, to Thee I look ; So pants the hunted Hart to find And tafte the cooling Brook.
2 When fhall I fee thy Courts of Grace, And meet my God again ? So long an Abfence from thy Face My Heart endures with Pain.
Temptations vex my weary Soul, And Tears are my Repaft ;
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The Foe infulcs without controul, " Ami where** your God at lajl ?
4 'Tis with a mournful Pleafure now
I think on antient Days ; Then to thy Houfe did Numbers go, And all our Work was Praife.
5 But why, my Soul, funk down fo far
Beneath this heavy Load 1 Why do my Thoughts indulge Defpair, And fin againft my God I
6 Hope in the Lord, whofe mighty Hani
Can all thy Woes remove ; For I fhall yet before him ftand, And fing reftoring Love,
P s a l m XLIL d — II. Second VarU Melancholy Thoughts reprovd ; or, Hope in Afflictions*
1 IV j Y Spirit finks within me, Lord, jlVX ^ut * will call thy Name to mind, And Times of pall: Diftrefs record, When I have found my God was kind,
2 Huge Troubles with tumultuous Noife Swell like a Sea, and round mefpread , Thy Water-fpouts drown all my Jovs, And rifing Waves roll o'er my Head.
Yet will the Lord command his Love When I adclrefs his Throne by Day, Nor in the Night his Grace remove ; The Night fhail hear me fing and prav.
4 I'll caft my felf before his Feet,
And fay, " My God, my heavenly Rock,
" Why doth thy Love fo long forget
41 The Soul that groans beneath thy Stroke ?
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5 1*11 chide my Heart that finks fo low, Why fhould my Soul indulge her Grief? Hope in the Lord, and praife him too \ He is my Reft, my fure Relief.
6 The Light and Truth fhall guide me ftill, Thy "Word fliall my beft Thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heavenly Hill, My God, my moft exceeding Joy.
Psalm XL1V. i, 2, 3, 8, 15—— 26. The Church's Complaint in Perfecution.
1 T O r d we have heard thy Works of old,
J / Thy Works of Power and Grace,
When to our Ears our Fathers told
The Wonders of their Days.
2 How thou didft build thy Churches here,
And make thy Gofpel known ; Amongft them did thine Arm appear, Thy Light and Glory fhone.
5 In God they boafted all the Day, And in a chearful Throng Did thoufands meet to praife and pftV, And Grace was all their Song.
4 But now our Souls are feiz'd with Ihame,
1 Confufion fills our Face To hear the Enemy blafpheme, And Fools reproach thy Grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falfely dealt with Heaven, Nor have our Steps declin'd the Road Of Duty thou haft given.
6 Tho' Dragons all around us roar
With their definitive Breath,
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And thine own Hand has bruis'd us fore Hard by the Gates of Death.
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7 We are expos'd all Day to die
As Martyrs for thy Caufe, As Sheep for Slaughter bound we lie By fharp and bloody Laws.
8 Awake, arife, Almighty Lord,
Why fleeps thy wonted Grace J Why fhould we look like Men abhorr'd, Or baniiVd from thy Face ?
9 Wilt thou for ever caft us off,
And frill negleQ: our Cries ? For ever hide thine heavenly Love From our affii&ed Eyes \
10 Down to the Dixit our Soul is bow'd,
And dies upon the Ground ; Rife for our Help, rebuke the Proud, And all their Powers confound.
1 1 Redeem us from perpetual Shame, Our Saviour and our God ;
We plead the Honours of thy Name, The Merits of thy Blood.
Psalm XLV. Short Metre. The Glory of Chrift, TJje Succefs of the Gofle!, and>
"The Gentile Church. I \ \ Y Saviour and my King,
JlVjL Thy Beauties are Divine ; Thy Lips with Bleffings overflow, And every Grace is thine.
Now make thy Glory known, Gird on thy dreadful Sword,
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And ride tin Majeiiy to fpread The Conquefts of thy Word.
3 Strike thro' thy ftubborn Foes, Or melt their Hearts t obey,
While Juftice, Meeknefs, Grace and Truth Attend thy glorious Way.
4 Thy Laws, O Gqd, are right ; Thy Throne (hall everftand ;
And thy victorious Gofpel proves A Sceptre in;thy Hand.
5 TThy Father and thy God Hath without Meafure fhed
His Spirit like a joyful Oil - T' anoint thy facred Head.]
6 [Behold, at thy right Hand The Gentile Church is feen,
Like a fair Bride in rich Attire, And Princes guard the Qxieen.]
7 Fair Bride, receive his Love, Forget thy Father's Houfe ;
Forfake thy Gods, thy Idol-Gods, And pay thy Lord thy Vows.
8 O let thy Gpdand King Thy fweeteft Thoughts employ ;
Thy Children fhadl his Honours ling In Palaces, of -Josr.
Psalm XLV> ^Common Metre. ^The Verfonal Glories and Government of Chrift* 5 T'LL fpeak the Honours of my King ; X His Form divinely fair ; None of the Sons of mortal Race May with the Lord compare.
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Sweet is thy Speech, and heavenly Grace
Upcn thy Lips is fhed , Thy God with Bleffings infinite
Hath crown'd thy facred Head,
Gird on thy Sword, ti£toriovis Pardee ;
Ride with majeftick Sway ; Thy Terrors fhall (hike thro' thy Fpeij
And make the World obey.
Thy Throne, OGod, for ever ftands j
Thy Word of Grace fhall prove A peaceful Sceptre in thy Hands,
To rule the Saints by Love.
Juftice and Truth atfrend thee ftili,
But Mercy is thy Choice ; And God, thy God, thy Soul lhall fill
With moft peculiar Joys*
Psalm XLV. Firjl pur/. Long Metre, '•the Glory of Cbrift and Bower of Ms Gofpeh
NOAV be my Heart infpir'd to fing The Glories of my Saviour-King, Jefus the Lord ; how heavenly fair His Form ! how bright his Beauties are !
O'er all the Sons of humane Race He fhines with a fuperior Grace* Love from his Lips divinely flows,
And Bleffings all his State compofe.
j Drefs thee in Arms, moft mighty Lord, Gird on the Terror of thy Sword, In Majefty and Glory ride With Truth and Meeknefs at thy fide.
: Thine Anger like a pointed Dart Shall pierce the Foes of ftubbom Heart ;
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Or Words of Mercy kind and fweet Shall melt the Rebels at thy Feet.
5 Thy Throne, O God, for ever ftands, Grace is the Sceptre in thy Hands; Thy. Laws and Works are juft and right, Juft ice and Grace are thy Delight,
6 God, thine own God, has richly (hed His Oil of Gladnefs on thy Head, And with hisfacred Spirit bleli
His firft-born Son above the reft.
Psalm XLV. Second Tart. Long Metre. Chrift and his Church ; or, The Myftical Marriage, i ^p H E King of Saints, how fair his Face, , J[ Adorn 'd with Majefty and Grace 1 He comes with Bleffings from above, Arui wins the Nations to his Love.
i At his Right-hand our Eyes behold The Queen array'd in pureft Gold ; The World admires her heavenly Drels, Her Robe of Joy and Righteoufnefs.
3 He forms her Beauties like his own, He calls and feats her near his Throne : Fair Stranger, let thine Heart forget, The Idols of thy native State.
4 So fhall the King the more ffjoice In thee the Favourite of his Choice ; Let him be lov'd and yet ador'd, For He's thy Maker and thy Lord.
5 O happy Hour, when thou flialt rife To his fair Palace in the Skies,
And all thy Sons (a numerous Train) Each like a Prince in Glory reign !
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► Let endlefs Honours crown his Head ; Let every Age hisPraifes fpread ; While we with chearful Songs approve The Condefcenfions of his Love.
Psalm XL VI. Fir ft Part.
the Church j Safety and Triumph among National
Defolations.
i S~> OD is the Refuge of his Saints, VJJ When Storms of fharp Diftrefs invade • E'er we can offer our Complaints Behold him prefent with his Aid.
i Let Mountains from their Seats be hiuTd Down to the Deep, and buried there > Convulfions (hake the folid World, Our Faith fhall never yield to Fear.
3 Loud may the troubled Ocean roar, In facred Peace our Souls abide, While every Nation, every Shore Trembles and dreads the fwellinj Tide.
4 There is a Stream wbofe gentle Flow Supplies the City of our God*;
Life, Love and Joy (till gliding thro', And wat'ring our divine Abode,
5 That facred Stream, thine holy Word, That all our raging Fear controuls : Sweet Peace thy Promifes afford,
And give new Strength to fainting Souls,
Sion enjoys her Monarch's Love, Secure againft a threat'ning Hour ; Nor can her firm Foundations move, Built on his Truth, and arm'd with Power,
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Psalm XLVI. Second Fart. God fights for his Church* i 1 E T Sicn in her King rejoice
J / Tho' Tyrants rage and Kingdoms rife ;
He utteis his Almighty Voice,
The Nations melt, the Tumult dies/.
% The Lord of old for J.tcob fought, And J- si cob's God is frill our Aid ; Behold the "Works his Hand has wrought,. What Defolations He has made.
X From Sea to Sea thro* all the Shores He makes the Noife of Battle ceafe ; When from cm high his Thunder roars He aws the trembling World to Peace,
a He breaks the Bow, he cuts the Spear, Chariots he burns with heavenly Flame;. Keep Silence alj the Earth, and hear The Sound and Glory of his- Name*
c M Be ftill, andTearn that I am God, u 1*11 be exalted o'er the Lands, " I v/ill be known and fear'd abroad,. Xi But ftill my Throne in Sion ftands..
6 O Lord of Hoft's, Almighty King, While we fo near thy Prefence dwells Our Faith fhall fitfecure, and fing. Defiance to the Gates of He II.
P s a t m XLVII. Chrift A J £ ending and Reignl fi l (~^\ For a Shout of fa i red joy V^r To God the fo ve re i gn K i n g ! Let every Land their Tongues employ, Aad Hymns of Triumph ling.
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X Jefus Our God afcends on high ; His heavenly Guards around Attend him rifing thro' the Sky, With Trumpets joyful Sound.
3 While Angels fhout and praife their King,
Let Mortals learn their Strains *H Let all the Earth his Honour fing ; O'er ail the Earth he reigns.
4 Rehearfe his Praife with Awe profound,
Let Knowledge lead the Song, Nor mock him with a folemn Sound' Upon a thoughtlefs Tongue,
5 In Ifrael Hood his antient Throne,
He lov'd that-choien Kace, But now he caHs the Woi!d his own, And Heathens rafte his Grace.
6 The Britiflo Iflands are the Lord's,
There Abraham's God is known, While Powers and Princes, Shields and Sworuj Submit before his Throne.
Psalm XLVIII. i — $£ Fhft Part. 'The Church is the Honour and Safety of a Nation, ■
1 [y~>Reat is the Lord our God,
VJ And let his Praife be great ; He makes his Churches his Abode, His moil' delightful Seat.
2 Thefe Temples of his Grace, How beautiful they (tand 2
The Honours of our Native Place, And Bulwarks of cur Lar.dO
.3 In Slon God is known A Refuge in Diftrefe ;
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How bright has hitSalvation Ihonc Thro' all her Palaces!
4 When Kings againft her join'd, And faw the Lord was there,s
In wild Confufion of the Mind They fled with hafty Fear.
5 When Navies tall and proud Attempt to fpoil our Peace,
He fends his Tempeft roaring loud, And finks them in the Seas.
6 Oft have our Fathers told, Our Eyes have often feen,
How well our God fecures the Fold Where his own Sheep have been.
7 In every new Diftrefs We'll to his Houfe repair,
We'll think upon his wondrous Grace, And feek Deliverance there.
Psalm XL VIII. 10 — 14 Second Part.
'The Beauty of the Church ; or, Goffel Worfiip and Order.
1 T7 A R as thy Name is known X* The World declares thy Praife ;
Thy Saints, O Lord, before thy Throne Their Songs of Honour raife.
a With Joy let Judah (tend
On Sions chofen Hill, Proclaim the Wonders of thy Hand,
And Counfels of thy Will.
3 Let Strangers walk around The City where we dwell,
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Compafs and view thine holy Ground, And mark the Building well.
4 The Orders of thy Houfe, The WorfWp of thy Court,
The chearful Songs, the folemn Vows, And make a fair Report.
5 How decent and how wife ! How glorious to behold !
Beyond the Pomp that charms the Eyes, And Rites adorn'd with Gold.
6 The God we worfhip now Will guide us till we die,
Will be our God while here below, And ours above the Sky.
1'salm XLIX. 6 — 14. FirftPtvt. Com Met* Pride and Death \ or, "The Vanity of Life and Riches. I \AT HY doth the Man of Riches grow \ V To Infolence and Pride, To fee his Wealth and Honours flow With every rifing Tide 'i
1 [Why doth he treat the Poor with Scorn, Made of the felf-fame Clay, And boaft as tho' his Flefh were born Of better Duft than they ?]
3 Not all his Treafurcs can procure
His Soul a fhort Reprieve, Redeem from Death one guilty Hour, Or make his Brother live.
4 [Life is a Bleityig can't be fold,
The Ranfom is too high^ Juftice will ne'er be brib'd^vith Gold, Thai Man may never die*
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5 He fees the Brutifh and the Wife,
The Timorous and the Brave Quit their Poffeffions, clofe their Eyes* And haften to the Grave.
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6 Yet 'tis his inward 'Thought and Pride,
" My Houfe fhallever ftand'; " And that my Name may long.abide " I'll give it to my Land*
7 Vain are his Thoughts, his Hopes are loi%.
How foon his Memory dies !
His Name is written in the Dull.
"Where his own Carcafs lies.]
Pause. % This is the Folly of their Way ; And yet their Sons as vain Approve the Words their Fathers fay,. And a£l their Worts again.
j Men void of Wifdom and of Grace, If Honour raife them high, Live like the Be a ft, a thoughtlefs Racer And like the Beaft they die.
10 TLaid in the Grave like filly Sheep, Death feeds upon them there, Till the latt Trumpet break their Sleep In Terror and Defpair.]
Psalm XLIX. <?. 14, 15. zdPart. Com. Metre,
Death and the Refurrt&iorJ*
1 \ZE Sons of Pride, that hate the Juft, X And trample on the Poor, 'When Death has brought you down to Duft. Your Pomp ftrall rife no more.
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t The laft great Day fhall change the Scene ; When will that Hour appear ? When fhall the Juft revive, and reign O'er all that fcorn'd them here ?
3 God will my naked Soul receive When feparare from the Flefh ;
And break the Prifon of the Grave To raife my Bones afrefhu
4 Heaven is my everlafting Home,
Th' Inheritance is fure ; Let Men of Pride their Rage refume, But I'll repine no more.
Psalm XLDC Long Metre. 1*ke Rich Sinner s Death, and the Saints Refurre&ion> i \\J H Y do the Proud infult the Poor, V V And bojft the large Eftates they have ; How vain are Riches tofecuie Their haughty Owners from the Grave !
2 They can't redeem one Hour from Death With all the Wealth in which they truft • Nor give a dying Brother Breath,
When God commands him down to Duft.
3 There the dark Earth and difmal Shade Shall clafp their na-ked Bodies round ; That Flefh fo delicately fed Lies cold and moulders in the Ground.
4 Like though tlefs Sheep the Sinner dies, Laid in the Grave for Worms to eat :. The Saints fhall in the Morning rife And find th' Oppreffor at their Feet.
5 His Honours perifhtn the Duft, Ai;d Pomp and Beauty,' Birth and Blood ;
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That glorious Day exalts the Juft To full Dominion o'er the Proud.
6 My Saviour {hall my Life reftore, And raife me from my dark Abode : My Flefti and Soul {hall part no more, But dwell for ever near my God.
Psalm L. i— 6. Firfi Part. Common Metre
*fhe laji Judgment ; or, l!he Saints rewarded. I 'npHE Lord, the Judge before his Throne JL Bids the whole Larth draw nigh, The Nations near the riling Sun, And near the wefiern Sky.
a No more {hall bold BJafphemers fay, " Judgment will ne'er begin ; No more abufe his long Delay To Impudence and Sin.
3 Thron'd on a Cloud our God fhall come,
Bright Flames prepare his Way, Thunder and Darknefs, Fire and Storm Lead on the dreadful Day.
4 Heaven from above his Call {hall hear,
Attending Angels come, And Earth and Hell {hall know, and fear His Juftice, and their Doom.
5 <c But gather all my Saints (he cries)
" That made their Peace with God " By the Redeemers Sacrifice, " And feal'd it with his Blood.
6 " Their Faith and Works brought forth to Light
" Shall make the World confefs
" My Sentence of Reward is right,
M And Heaven adore my Grace,
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Psalm L. Ver.io, n, 14, 15, 23. Secondtart* Common Metre.
Obedience is better than Sacrifice. '
1 ^-pfHus faith the Lord, " The fpacious Fields, X " And Flocks and Herds are mine, " O'er all the Cattle of the Hills 44 I claim a Right divine.
I ask no Sheep for Sacrifice,
II Nor Bullocks burnt with Fire ; "To hope and love, to pray and praife " Is all that I require.
Call upon me when Trouble's near, " My Hand fhall fet thee free ; Then fhall thy thankful Lips declare c< The Honour due to me.
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The Man that offers humble Praife, 44 He glorifies me belt ; 11 And thofe that tread my holy Ways 44 Shall my Salvation tafte.
Psalm L. Ver. 1, 5, S, 16, ax, 22. Third Part. Common Metre.
The Judgment of Hypocrites,
1 \Ji THen drift to Judgment fhall defcend,
V V And Saints furround their Lord, He calls the Nations to attend, And hear his awful Word.
2 " Not for the Want of Bullocks flain
44 Will I the World reprove ; 44 Altars and Rites and Forms are vain « Without the Fire of Love.
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3 " And what have Hypocrites to dd'
" To bring their Sacrifice? " They call my Statutes juft and true, . " But deal in Theft and Lies.
4 <c Could you expect to Tcape my Sight,
cl And fin without controul ? " But I fhatl bring your Crimes to light " With Anguifh in your Soul.
5 Confider, ye that flight the Lord,
Before his Wrath appear ; If once you fall beneath his Sword^ There's no Deliverer there.
Psalm L. "Third Tart. Long Mfctte. Hypocrlfy expos'd.' I 'THHE Lord the Judge his Churches warns, ... JL Let Hypocrites attend and fear, Who place their Hope in Rites and Forms, But make cot Faith nor Love their Care.
x Vile Wretches dare rehearfe his Name With Lips of Falfhood and Deceit ; A Friend, or Brother they defame, And footh and flatter. thofe they hate.
3 They watch to do their Neighbours wrong, , Yet dare to feek their Maker's Face ; They take his Covenant on their Tongue,: But break his Laws, abufe his Grace.
4 To Heav'n they lift their Hands unclean, Defil'd with Luft, defil'd with Blood ; By Night they pra£Hfe every Sin,
By Day their Mouths draw near to God.
j; And while his Judgments long delay,. They grow fecure and fin the more ;
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They think he deeps as well as they, And put far off the dreadful Hour.
6 O dreadful Hour ! when God draws near. And fets their Crimes before their Eyes ! His Wrath their guilty Souls fhall tear, And no Deliverer dare to rife.
P s a l m L. To a New Tune.
lie La ft Judgment. (forth,
1 ^"p*HE Lord, the Sovereign fends his Summons
X Calls the South Nations and awakes theNorth', From Eaft to Weft the (bunding Orders fpread Thro* diftant Worlds and Regions of the Dead ; No more fl^all Atheifh mock his long Delay ; His Vengeance fleeps no more : Behold the Day.
2 Behold the Judge defcends : his Guards are nigh, Tempcft and Fire attend him down the Sky : Heaven, Earth and Hell draw near; let all Things
(come To hear his Juftice and the Sinner's Doom ; But gather firft my Saints f the Judge commands) Bring them, ye Angels, from their diftant Lands.
3 Behold my Covenant ftands for ever good, Seal'd by th' Eternal Sacrifice in Blood, (Jew, And fign'd with all their Names ; the Greek, me That paid the ancient Worfhip or the new, There s no Diftindion here: Come, fpread their
(Thrones, And near me feat my Favourites-and my Sons..
4 1 their Almighty Saviour and their God,
I am their Judge : Ye Heavens, proclaim abroad
My pit Eternal Sentence, and decline
Thole awful Truths that Sinners dread to bear ;
Sinners in Zion tremble and retire ;
I doom the painted Hypocme to Fire.. f Not
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5 Not for the want of Goats or Bullocks flain Do I condemn thee ; Bulls and Goats are vain Without the frames of Love : In vain the Store Of Brutal Offerings that were mine before ; Mine are the tamer Beafts and fa vage Breed, Flocks, Herds, and Fields, andForefts where they
(Teed.
6 If I were hungry, woti'd I ask thee Food ? When did I thirft, or drink thy Bullocks Blood ? Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing Bows, Thy folemn Chatterings and phantaftick Vows 1 Are my Eyes charm 'd thy Veftments to behold, Glaring in Gems, and gay in woven Gold ?
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7 Unthinking Wretch ! how could 'ft thou hope to A God, a Spirit, with fuch Toys as thefe ? While with my Grace and Statutes on thy Tongue Thou lov'ft Deceit, and doit thy BrotherWrong ; In vain to pious Forms thy Zeal pretends, Thieves and Adulterers are thy chofen Friends.
8 Silent I waited with long-fuffering Love,
But did'ft thou Hope that I fhould ne'er reprove ? And cherifh fuch an impious Thought within, That God the Righteous would indulge thy Sin ? Behold my Terrors now : My Thunders roll, And thy own Crimes affright thy guilty Soul.
p Sinners, awake betimes; Ye Fools, be wife ; Awake before this dreadful Morning rife ; Change your vain Thoughts, your crooked Works
(amend ; Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Friend ; Left like the Lion his laft Vengeance tear Your trembling Souls, and no Deliverer near.
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PsaimL To the old proper Tune. The Lap Judgment.
I HpHE God of Glory fends his Summons forth, X Calls the Sb^Nations^nd awakes thcNorth ; From Eafi to Weft the fovereign Orders fpread, Thro' dfftant Worlds and Regions of the Dead. The Trumpet founds ; Hell trembles \ Heaven rejoices \ Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices.
No more fhall Atheifts mock his long Delay ; His Vengeance fleeps no more ; behold the Day : Behold thejudge defcends ; His Guards are nigh ; Tempefts and Fire attend him down the Sky.
When God appears, all Nature fball adore him ;
While Sinners tremble. Saints rejoice before him.
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3 " Heaven, Earth, and Hell draw near ; let all " To hear my Jufticeand the Sinners Doom ;
" But gather firft my Saints ; (the Judge com-
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u Bring them, ye Angels, from their diftantLands. When Chrift returns, wake every chearful VafJiony And foout,ye Saints, he comes for your Salvation.
4 " Behold my Covenant (lands for ever good,
" Seal'd bv th' Eternal Sacrifice in Blood, {Jew% 11 And fign d with all their Names ; the Greek, the
That paid the Ancient Worfhip or the New ; There's no BiftinBion here. Join all your Voices, And raife your Heads, ye Saints, for Heaven rejoices.
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5 ^ Here (faith the Lord) ye Angels, fpread their " And near roe feat my Favourites and my Sons.
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44 Come, my Redeemed, poflefsthe Joys prepar'd 44 E'er Time began ; 'Tis your divine Reward.
When Chriji returns , wake every chearfulPajpon, Avdjhcut, ye Saints, he comes for your Salvation*
V a v s e. the Firft.
t " I am the Saviour, I th* Almighty God,
44 I am the Judge : Ye Heavens, proclaim abroad ** My juft eternal Sentence, and declare* * Thofe awful Truths that Sinners dread to hear. When God appears, all Nature Jball adore him ; While Sinners tremble, Saints rejoice before him.
(pfoane, 1 tl ScaiKi forth, thou bold Blafpherner, and pro- 44 Ncrw feel my Wrath, nor call my Threatnings ;
(vain ,. 41 Thou Hypocrite, once dreft in Saints Attire, ** I doom the painted Hypocrite to Fire. Judgment proceeds ; Hell trembles; Heaven rejoices ; , Lift up yom, He/ids, ye Saints? with chearful Voices*
8 u Not for the want of Goats or Bullocks (lain
44 Do I condemn thee ; Bulls and Goats are vain
" Without the Flames of Love: In vain the Store
u Of Brutal Offerings that were mine before:
Earth is the Lord's ; all Nature jball. adore him j
WhVe Sinners tremble, Saints rejoice before him,
9 " If I were hungry would I ask thee Food ?
44 Whendidlthirft^or drink thy Bullocks Blood? " Mine are the tamer Beaits and favage Breed, 44 Flocks, Herds, and Fields, and Forcfts where
(they feed. 44 All if the Lords. He rules the wide Creation \ 44 Gives Sinners Vengea nce} & the Saints Sal va non*
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10 " Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing Bows,
" Thy folemn Chatterings and phantaftickVows? 44 Are my Eyes charmed thy Veftments to behold, 44 Glaring in Gems, and gay in woven Gold ? God is the Judge of Hearts : No fair Difquifes • Can skreen the Guilty when lis Vengeance rifes.
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11 u Unthinking Wretch ! how could'ft thou hope 11 A God, a Spirit, with fuch Toys as thefe 1
" While with my Grace and Statutes on thy
(Tongue " Thou lov'it Deceit, and doft thy Brother
(wrong. Judgment proceeds ; Hell trembles ; Heaven rejoices. Lift up-your Hsadsy ye Saints^ with chearful Voices*
12 M In vain to pious Forms thy Zeal pretends ;
44 Thieves and Adulterers are thy chofen Friends;
44 While the falfe Flatterer at my Altar waits,
44 His harden'd Soul divine Inftru&ion hates.
God is the Judge of Hearts : No fair Difguifes
Can skreen the Guilty when his Vengeance rifes*
13 M Silent I waited with long-fuffering Love ;
44 But did 'ft thou hope that I fhould ne'er reprove ?
11 And cherifh fuch an impious Thought within,
" That the All-Holy woud indulge thy Sin ?
See, God appearj : all Nature joyns f adore him\
Judgment proceeds ^ and Sinners fall befote him*
14 " Behold my Terrors now : My Thunders roll, M And thy own Crimes affright thy guilty Soul; " Now like a Lion fhall my Vengeance tear
? Thy bleeding Heart, and ho Deliverer near.
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Judgment concludes ; Hell trembles ; Heaven rejoices : Lift up your Heads, ye Saints^ with chearful Voices,
Epiphonema.
Sinners, awake betimes ; Ye Fools, be wife ; Awake before this dreadful Morning rife : (amend, Change your vain Thoughts, your crooked Works Jly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Friend : 'then join the Saints : Wake every chearful Paffion, When Chrifi returns. He comes for your Salvation.
Psalm LI. Firft Part. Long Metre. A Penitent pleading for Pardon.
1 O Hew pity, Lord, O Lord forgive, j^ Let a repenting Rebel live : Are not thy Mercies large and free ? May not a Sinner truft in Thee ?
2 My Crimes are great, but not furpafs The Power and Glory of thy Grace : Great God, thy Nature hath no Bound, So let thy pardoning Love be found.
3 O wafh my Soul from every Sin, And make my guilty Confcience clean ; Here on my Heart the Burden lies, And paft OiFences pain my Eyes.
4 My Lips with Shame my Sins confefs Againft thy Law, againft thy Grace : Lord, fhould thy Judgment grow fevere, I am condemned, but thou art clear.
5 Should fudden Vengeance feize my Breath, I muft ponounce thee juft in Death ;
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And if my Soul were fent to Hell, Thy righteous Law approves it well.
6 Yet fave a trembling Sinner, Lord,
Whofe Hope ftill hovering round thy "Word Would light on fome fweet Promife there, Some fure Support againft Defpair.
Psalm LI. Second Part. Long Metre. Original and ABual Sin confeft.
1 T Ord, lam vile, conceiv'd in Sin ;
J / And born unholy and unclean ;
Sprung from the Man whofe guilty Fall Corrupts the Race, and taints us Alk
2 Soon as we draw our Infant-Breath The Seeds of Sin grow up for Death ; Thy Law demands a pei5fe£t Heart, But we're denTd in every part.
3 [Great God, create my Heart a-new, And form my Spirit pure and true : O make me wife betimes to fpy
My Danger and my Remedy.]
4 Behold I fall before thy Face ; My only Refuge is thy Grace :
No outward Forms can make me clean ;
The Leprofy lies deep within.
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5 No bleeding Bird, nor bleeding Beaft, Nor HyiTop-Branch, nor fprinkling Prieft, Nor running Brook, nor Flood, nor Sea, Can wafh the difmal Stain away.
6 Jefus, my God, thy Blood alone Hath Power fufficient to atone ;
Thy Blood can make me white as Snow $ No Jewifo Types could cleanfe me fo.
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7 While Guilt difturbs and breaks my Peace, Nor Flefh nor Soul hath Reft or Eafe ; Lord, let me hear thy pardoning Voice, And make my broken Bones rejoice.
Psalm LI. 1%ird Fart. Long Metre.
*£he Backflider reftored ; or, Repentance and Faith i the Blood of Chrift.
I f~^\ Thou that hear'ft when Sinners cry, V^/ Tho' all my Crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry Look, But blot their Memory from thy Book.
i Create my Nature pure within, And form my Soul averfe to Sin : Let thy Good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy Piefence from my Heart.
3 I cannot live without thy Light, Caft out and banifh'd from thy Sight : Thine holy Joys, my God, teftore, And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, His Help and Comfort ftill afford :
And let a Wretch come near thy Throne To plead the Merits of thy Son.
5 A broken Heart, my God, my King, Is all the Sacrifice I bring ; The God of Grace will neer defpife A broken Heart for Sacrifice.
6 My Soul lies humbled in the Duft, And owns thy dreadful Sentence jr. ft ; Look down, O Lord, with pitying Eye, And lave the Soul condemn 'd to die,
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7 Then will I teach the World thy Ways ; Sinners fball learn thy fovereign Giace j I'll lead them to my Saviour's Blood, And they fhall praiie a pardoning God.
8 O may thy Love infpire my Tongue 1 Salvation fhall be all my Song ; And all my Powers fhall join to blefs The Lord my Strength and Righteoufnefs.
Psalm LI. 9 — 13. Fir ft Part. Com. Metre*
Original and Aclual Sin confefs'd and pardon 'd. 1 I Ord, I would fpread my fore Diftrefs
J / And Guilt before thine Eyes ;
Againft thy Laws,, againft thy Grace How high my,Crimes arife !
a Should'ft thou condemn my Soul to Hell And crufh my Flefh to Duft, Heav'n would approve thy Vengeance well, And Earth njuft*>vyn it juft.
3 I from the Stock oiAdam came,
Unholy and unclean ; All my Original is Shame,
And all my Nature Sin.
4 Born in a World of Guilt I drew Contagion with my Breath ;
And as my Days advanced I grew A jufter Prey for Death.
J Cleanfeme, OLord, and cheer ray Soal With thy forgiving Love ; O make my broken Spirit whole And bid my Pains remove.
J Let not thy Spirit quite depart, Nor drive me from thy Face ;
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Create anew my vicious Heart, And fill it with thy Grace.
7 Then will! make thy Mercy known Before the Sons of Men ; ISackfliders fhall addrefs thy Throne, And turn to God again*
Tsalm LI. 14 — 17. id Part. Com. Metre. Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Chrift.
1 |^\ God of Mercy, hear my Call, V^ My Loads of Guilt remove* Break down this feparating Wall
That bars me from thy Love.
2 Give me the Prefence of thy Grace,
Then my rejoicing Tongue Shall fpeak aloud thy Righteoufnefs, And make thy Praife my Song.
3 No Blood of Goats, nor Heifer flain
For Sin could e'er atone ; The Death of Chrift fhall (till remain Sufficient and alone.
4 A Soul oppreft with Sins Defert
My God will ne'er defpife ; A humble Groan, a broken Heart Is our beft Sacrifice*
Psalm LIII. 4 6.
Vitlory and Del'tveravce from Verfecution* t A R£ all the Foes of Sion> Fools, jf\ Who thus devour her Saints 1 Do they not know her Saviour rules, And pities her Complaints ?
% They fhall be feiz'd with fad furprize ; For God's revenging Arm
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Scatters the Bones of them that rife To do his Children Harm.
3 In vain the Sons of Satan boaft Of Armies in array ; When God has firft defpis'd their Hoft, They fall an eafy Prey.
% O for a Word from Sions King Her Captives to reftore! Jacob with all his Tribes fhall fing, And J-udah weep no more.
Psalm LV. i— 8, 16, 17, 18, 22. Com. Metre.*
Support for the ajfiicled and tempted SouU I (^\ God, my Refuge, hear my Cries, \^J Behold my flowing Tears, For Earth and Hell my Hurt devifei And triumph in my Fears.
1 Their Rage is levelFd at my Life, My Soul with Guilt they load, And fill my Thoughts with inward Strife1 }
To fhake my Hbpe in God.
; With inward Pain my Heart-firings found, I groan with every Breath ; Horror and Fear befet me round ?
Amongft the Shades of Death.
O were I like a feather'd Dove,
And Innocence had Wings ; I'd fly, and make a long Remove
From all thefe reftlefs Things.
Let me to fome wildDefart go,
And find a peaceful Home, Where Storms of Malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
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.<<5 Vain Hopes, and vain Intentions all To Tcape the Rage of Hell ! The mighty God on whom I call -Can fave me here as well.
T a u s e. -7 By Morning Light Til feek his Face, At Noon repeat my Cry, The Night fhall hear me ask his Grace, Nor \vill he long deny.
S God fhall preferve my Soul from Fear, Or {hie Id me when afraid ; Ten thoufand Angels mull appear Jf He command their Aid.
9 I caft my Burdens on the Lord,
The Lord fuftains them all ; My Courage re its upon his Word - That Saints fhall never fall.
10 My higheft Hopes fhall not be vain,
My Lips fhall fpread his Praife ; While cruel and deceitful Men ; Scarce live out half their Days.
cPsalm LV. Ver. 15, id, 17, 19, 22. Short Metre
DatJgcrcus Frofperity ; or, Daily Devotions encoutagd
I T £T Sinners take their Courfe, I y And chufe the Road to Death ;
But in the Worfhip of my God I'll fpend my daily Breath.
z My Thoughts addrefs his Throne
When Morning brings the Light ; I feek his Bleffing every Noon,
And pay my Vows at Night,
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j Thou wilt regard my Cries,
O my Eternal God, While Sinners perifh in furprize
Beneath thine angry Rod.
4 Becaufe they dwell at Eafe And no fad Changes feel,
They neither fear nor truft thy Name, Nor learn to do thy Will.
5 But I with all my Cares, Will lean upon the Lord,
I'll eaft my Burdens on his Arm, And reft upon his Word.
6 His Arm fhall well fuftain The Children of his Love ;
The Ground x>n which their Safety ftaads No Earthly Power can move.
Psalm LVL
Deliverance from OppveJJiou and Faljbocd;. or, Gec?s * Care of his People in anfiver to Faith and Prayer*
i ^\ Thou whofe Juftrce reigns on high, \^S' And makes th' Oppreflbr ceafe, Behold how envious Sinners try To vex and break my Peace !
z The Sons of Violence and Lies Join to devour me, Lord ; But as my hourly Dangers rife My Refuge is thy Word.
3: In God mofrholy* juft and true I have repos'd my. Truft ; Nor will I fear what Flefh can do> The Offspring of the Duft.
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4 They wreft my Words to Mifchief ftilJ,
Charge me with unknown Fau'ts ; Mifchief doth all their Counfels fill, And Malice all riieir Thoughts.
5 Shall they efcape without thy Frown ?
Muft their Devices ftand ? O caft the haughty Sinner down, And let him know thy Hand !
Pause.
6 God counts the Sorrows of his Saints,
Theii Groans affcft his Ears ; Thou haft a Book for my Complaints, A Bottle for my Tears.
-j When to thy Throne I raife my Cry, The Wicked fear and flee ; Sofwift is Prayer to reach the Sky, So near is God to me.
8 In Thee, moft holy, juft and true,
I have repos'd my Trutt ; Nor will I fear what Man can do, The Offspring of the Duft.
9 Thy folemn Vows are on me, Lord,
Thou fhalt receive my Praife ; I'll fing, Hew faithful is thy Word ; How righteous all thy Ways I
10 Thon haft fecur'd my Soul from Death,
O fet thy Prifoner free, That Heart and Hand, and Life and Breath May be employed for Thee.
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Psalm LVII.
Pralfe for Protection, Grace and Truth.
I Ti y| Y God, in whom are all the Springs IVjL Of bound lefs Love and Grace unknown, Hide me beneath thy fprcading Wings Till the dark Cloud is overblown*
1 Up to the Heavens I fend my Cry, The Lord will my Defires perform ; He fqnds his Angel from the Sky, And faves me from the threatning Sterna.
3 Be Thou exalted, O my God,
Above the Heav'ns where Angels dwell ; Thy Power on Earth be known abroad, And Land to Land thy Wonders tell.
4 My Heart is fix'd ; my Song fhall raife Immortal Honours to thy Name ; Awake my Tongue, to found his Praife,^ My Tongue, the Glory of my Frame,
5 High o'er the Earth his Mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmoft Sky ;
His Truth to endlefs Years remains When lower Worlds diffolve and die,
6 Be Thou exalted, O my Godr
Above the Heav'ns where Angels dwell ; Thy Power on Earth be known abroad, And Land to Land thy Wonders tell.
Psalm LVIII. As the 1 1 5th Pfalm. Warning to Magijlrates. J fUdges, who rule the World by Laws, J Will ye defpife the righteous Caufe, When th' injur 'd Poor before you (lands 1
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Pare ye condemn the righteous Poor-, And let rich Sinners Tcape fecure,
While Geld and Greatnefs bribe your Hands?
i Have ye forgot or never knew
That God will judge the Judges too ?
High in the Heavens his. Juftice reigns ; Yet you invade the Rights of God, And fend ycur bold Decrees abroad
To bind the Conference in your Chains.
5 A poifon'd Arrow is your Tongue, The Arrow fharp, the Poifon ftrong,
And Death attends where e'er it wounds z You hear no Counfels, Cries or Tears ; So the deaf Adder flops her Ears
Againft the Power of charming Sounds.
4 Break out their Teeth, Eternal God, Thofe Teeth of Lions dy'd in Blood ;
And crufti the Serpents in the Duft : As empty Chaff, when Whirlwinds rife^ Before thefweeping Tempeft flies,
So let their Hopes and Names be loft,
5 TrT Almighty thunders from the Sky, Their Grandeur melts, their Titles die.
As Hills of Snow diifolve and run, Or Snails that perifh in their Slime, Or Births that come before their Time,
Vain Births, that never fee the Sun.
S Thus fli all the Vengeance of the Lord Safety and Joy to Saints afford •
And all that hear fhail join and fay,. " Sure there's a God that rules on high, " A God that hears his Children cry, AM will their Sufferings well repay.
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Psalm LX. i — 5, 10— *-i2. On a Day of Humiliation for D if appointments in War*
1 T O r d, haft thou cart the Nation oft" ? J / Muft we for ever mourn ?
Wilt thou indulge immortal Wrath ? Shall Mercy ne'er return ?
2 The Terror of one Frown of thine
Melts all our Strength away ; Like Men that totter drunk with Wine, We tremble in Difmay.
3 Great Britain fhakcs beneath thy Stroke^
And dreads thy threatning Hand ; O heal the Ifland Thou haft broke, Confirm the wav'ring Land.
4-. Lift up a Banner in the Field
For thofe that fear thy Name ; Save thy .Beloved with thy Shield, And put our Foes to Sfaame.
5 Go with our Armies to the Fight Like a Confederate God ; In vain Confederate Powers unite Aguinft thy lifted Rod.
£ Our Troops (hall gain a wide Renown By thine affifting Hand 5 'Tis God that treads the Mighty down2 And. makes the Feeble Hand.
Psalm LXI. i 6,
Safety in God. I T7f7Hen overwhelmed with Grief
V V My Heart. within me dies3 Helplefs and far from all Relief To Heaven I lift mine Eyes.
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2 O lead me to the Rock That's high above my Head,
And make the Covert of thy Wings My Shelter and my Shade.
3 Within thy Prefence, Lord, For ever I'll abide ;
Thou art the Tower of my Defence The Refuge where I hide.
4 Thou giveft me the Lot
Of thofe that fear thy Name ; If endlefs Life be their Reward, I ihall poffefs the fame.
Psaim LXIL 5—12.
No Trtijt in the Creatures ; or, Faith in Divine Grace and Power.
x Tk ylY Spirit loots to God alone ; JVX My Rock and Refuge is his Throne ; In all my Fears, in all my Straits My Soul on his Salvation waits.
% Ttxxtt him,- ye Saints, in all your Ways> Pour out your Hearts before his Face : When Helpers fail and Foes invade, God is oar all-fufficient Aid.
j Falfe are the Men of high Degree, The bafer Sort are Vanity ; Laid in the Ballance both appeac Light as a Puff of empty Air.
4 Make not increafing Gold your Truft, Nor fet your Heart on glittering Duft ; Why will you grafp the fleeting Smoke, And not believe what God has fpeke I
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5 Once has his awful Voice declar'd, Once and again my Ears have heard, 44 All Power is his eternal Due ; 44 He muft be fear'd and trufted too.
6 For Sovereign Power reigns not alone, Grace is a Partner of the Throne : Thy Grace and Juftice, mighty Lord, Shall well divide our laft Reward.
Psalm LXIIL i, zy j, 5, 4. Fir ft ? art. Com. Met. 'The Morning of a Lord't'Vay*
1 TJ Arly my God without Delay i ty I haite to feek thy Face ; My thirfty Spirit faints away
Without thy chearing Grace*
2 So Pilgrims on the fcorching Sand
Beneath a burning Sky Long for a cooling Stream at hand> And they muft drink or die,
5 IVe feen thy Glory and thy Pqw'r Thro' all thy Temple fhine ; My God, repearthat heavenly Houf, That Vifion fo divine..
4, Not all the Bleffings of a Feaft Can pleafe my Soul fo well As when thy ncner Grace I tafle, And in thy Prefence dwell/
5 Not Life it felf with all her Joys Car, my beft Paffions move, Or raife fo high my chearful Voice As thy forgiving Love.
6 Thus till my laft expiring Day Til Wefs my God and Kin/
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Thus will I 'lift my Hands to pray, And tune my Lips to firig.
Psalm LXIIL (5— 10. Second Tart. Comtrton Met.
Midnight 'Thoughts recollected.
3 'npY/asin the Watches of the Night jL I thought upon thy Power, I kept thy lovely Face in Sight Amidft the darker! Hour,
z My Flefri lay refting on my Bed, My Soul arofe on high ; u My God, my Life j my Hope \ I faid^ " Bring thy Salvation nigh*:
3 My Spirit labours up thine Hill,
And climbs the heavenly Road ; But thy Right-hand upholds me ftill^ While I purfue my God.
4 Thy Mercy frretehes o'er my Head
The Shadow of thy Wings \ My Heart rejoices in thine Aid, My Tongue awakes and fings.
5 But the Deftroyers of my Peace
Shall fiet and rage in vain ; The Tempter fh all for ever ceafe, And all my Sins be flain.
6 Thy Sword fhall give my Foes to Death?
And fend them down to dwell In the dark Caverns of the Earth, ©j t© the Deeps of Hell.
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Psalm LXIII. Long Metre.
"Longing after God ; or, 1%e Love of God better than Life.
GReat God, indulge my humble Claim, Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Reft; i The Glories that compofe thy Name Stand all engag'd to make me bleft.
Thou Great and Good, thou Juft and Wife3 .
Thou art my Father and my God ;
And I am thine by facred Ties ;
Thy Son, thy Servant bought with Blood*
3 With Heart and Eyes and lifted Hands For thee I long, to thee I look,
As Travellers in thirfty Lands Pant for the cooling Water-brook,
4 With early- Feet -I -love t* appear Among thy Saints and feek thy Face ; > Oft have I feen thy Glory there,
And felt the Power of fovereign Grace.
5 Not Fruits nor Wines that tempt our Tafte,V Nor all the Joys our Senfes know,
Could make me fo divinely bleft, Or raife my chearful Paffions fo.
6 My Life it felf without thy Love No Tafte of Pleafure could afford ; 'Twould but a tirefom Burden prove, * If I were banifh'd from the Lord.
7 Amidft the wakeful Hours of Night When bufy Cares affli& my Head,
One Thought of Thee gives new Delight^ And adds Refreshment to my Bed,
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8 1*11 Hfr my Hands, I'll raife my Voice, While I have Breath to pray or praife ; This Work fhall make my Heart rejoice, And fpend the Remnant of my Days.
Psalm LX1IL Short Metre. Seeking God. I X yfl Y God permit my Tongue
1V1 This Joy, to call Thee mine, And let my early Cries prevail To tafte thy Love divine..
z My thirfty fainting Soul
Thy Mercy doth implore ; Not Travellers in defart Lands
Can pant for Water more.
j Within thy Churches, Lord,
I long to find my Place, Thy Power and Glory to behold,
And feel thy quickning Grace.
4 For Life without thy Lover No Relifh can afford ;
No Joy can be compard to this, To ferve and pleafe the Lord,
5 To Thee Til lift my Hands* And praife Thee while I live ;
Not the rich Dainties of a Feaft Such Food or Pleafure give.
6 In wakeful Hours at Night
I call my God to mind ; I think how wife thy Counfels are,
Aad all thy Dealings kind.
Since thou haft been my Help> To Thee my bpirit &k$p
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And on thy watchful Providence My chearful Hope relies.
8 The Shadow of thy Wings
My Soul in Safety keeps ; I follow where my Father leads,
And he fupports my Steps.
Psalm LXV. 1—5. Fir ft Tart. LongMetie. Pitblick Prayer and Praife.
1 nr^HE Praife of Sion waits for Thee,
1^ My God ; and Praife becomes thy Houfe ; There fhall thy Saints thy Glory fee, And there perform their publick Vows.
2 O Thou, whofe Mercy bends the Skies To fave when humble Sinners pray, All Lands to Thee (hall lift their Eyes, And Iflands of the Northern Sea.
5 Againft my Will my Sins prevail, But Grace fhall purge away their Stain ; The Blood of Chrift will never fail, To wafri my Garments white again.
4 Bleft is the Man whom thou ihalt chufe And give him kind Ace els to Thee ; Give him a Place within thy Houfe,
To tafte thy Love divinely free.
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5 Let Babel fear when Sion prays ; Babet, prepare for long Diitrefs When Sions God Himfelf arrays In Terror and in Righteoufnels.
6 With dreadful Glory God fulfils What his affli&ed Saints requeii j
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And with almighty Wrath reveals His Love to give his Churches Reft,
7 Then fhall the flocking Nations run To Sion's Hill, and own their Lord ; ; The rifing and the fetting Sun Shall fee the Saviour's Name ador'd.
Psalm LXV. 5— 13. Second Part. Long Metre,
Divine Providence in Air> Earth and Sea ; or, *Th( God of Nature and Grace.
V T* H E God of our Salvation hears
X The Groans of Sion mixt with Tears ; Yet when He comes with kind Defigns, Thro' all the Way his Terror ihines.
a On him the Race of Man depends, Far as the Earth's remotelt Ends, Where the Creator's Name islcnown By Natures feeble Light alone.
3 Sailors that travel o'er the Flood Addrefs their frighted Souls to God, When Tempefts rage and Billows roar> At dreadful Diftance from the Shore.
4 He bids the noify Temped ceafe ; He calms the raging Croud to Pe&ce, When a tumultuous Nation raves Wild as the Winds, and loud as Waves*
f Whole Kingdoms fhaken by the Storm He fettles in a peaceful Form ; Mountains eftablifh'd by his Hand Firm on their old Foundations ftand.
6 Behold hisEnfignsfweep the Sky, New Comets blase and Lightnings fly;
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The Heathen Lands with fwift furprife From the bright Horrors turn their Eyes.
7 At his Command the Morning-Ray ' Smiles in the Eaft, and leads the Day ;
He guides the Sun's declining Wheels
Over the Tops of WeJIern Hills,
S Seafons and Times obey his Voice ; The Evening and the Morn rejoice To fee the Earth made foft with Showers, Laden with Fruit and dreft in Flowers.
p Tis from his watry Stores on high He gives the thirfiy Ground fupply ; He walks upon the Clouds, and thence Doth his enriching Drops difpenfe.
ic The Defart grows a fruitful Field; Abundant Food the Valleys- yield'; The Valleys fhout with chearful Voice, And neighbnng Hills repeat their Joys.
11 The Paftures fmile in green Array ; There Lambs and larger Cattel play ; The larger. Cattel and the Lamb,
Each in his Language fpeaks thy Name.
12 Thy Works pronounce thy Power divine ; O'er every Field thy Glories fhine, Thro* every Month thy Gifts appear ; Great God, thy Goodnefs crowns the Year*
Psalm LXV. Firft Part. Common Metre. A Prayer-hearing Gcd> and the Gentiles exiled* .
PRaife waits in Zhn, Lord, for Thee ; There fball our Vows be paid : Thou haft an Ear when Sinners pray, AlUlefh fliall feek thine $&;
2.- Lord,
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% Lord, our Iniquities prevail,. But pardoning Grace is thine, And thou wilt grant us Power and Skill To conquer ev ry Sin,
3 Blefs'd are the Men whom thou wilt chute
To bring them near thy Face, Give them a Dwelling in thine Houfe,, To feaftupon thy 6race.
4 In anfwering what thy Church requefts
Thy Truth and Terror fhine, And Works of dreadful Righteoufnefs Fulfil thy kind Defign.
5 Thus ftiall the wondring Nat ions fee
The Lord is good and juft ; And diftant Iflands fly to thee, And make thy Name their Trull.
i They dread thy glitt'ring Tokens, Lord, When Signs in Heaven appear ; But they fhall learn thy holy Word, And love as well as fear.
Psalm LXV. Second Part. Common Httte.
*Ihe Providence of God In Airy Earth and Sea • or The Blejfing of Rain*
i > TT* I S by thy Strength the Mountains Hand:, X God or Eternal Power ; The Sea grows calm at thy Command, And Tempefts ceafe to roar.
a Thy Morning-Light and Evening-Shade* Succeflive Comforts bring ; Thy plenteous Fruits make Harvcfls glad, Thy Flow'rs adorn the Spring,
3 Seafon;
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Seafons and Times, and Moons and Hours> Heaven, Earth and Air are thine ;
When Clouds diftil in fruitful Show'rs, The Author is divine.
Thofe wandring Cifterns in the Sky
Born by the Winds around, With watry Treafures well fupply
The Furrows of the Ground.
The thirfty Ridges drink their fill,
And Ranks of Corn appear : Thy Ways abound with BlefSngs ftill,
Thy Goodnefs crowns the Year.
Psalm LXV. 2 bird Part. Common Metre.
'The Blejfmgs of the Spring ; or, God gives Rain.
A Pfalm for the Husbandman.
C"^Ood is the Lord, the Heavenly King, I Who makes the Earth his Care, Viuts the Paftures every Spring, And bids the Grafs appear.
The Clouds like Rivers rais'd on high
Pour out at thy Command Their watry Bleffings from the Sky,
To chear the thirfty Land.
The foftned Ridges of the Field
Permit the Corn to fpiing ; The Valleys rich Provifion yield,
And the poor Labourers fing.
The little Hills on every fide
Rejoice at falling Show'rs: The Meadows drefs'd in all their Pride
Perfume the Air with Flow'rs.
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5 The barren Clods refrefh'd with Rain Promife a joyful Crop ; The parching Grounds look green again, And raife the Reapers Hope.
4 The various Months thy Goodnefs crowns ; How bounteous are thy Ways ? The bleating Flocks fpread o'er the Downs* And Shepherds fhout thy Praife.
Psalm L'X Vli Firft Tart.
Governing Power andGoodnefs ; or, Our Grate trh by Ajftiftions.
t QIng, all ye Nations to the Lord, ^ Sing with a joyful Noife ; "With Melody of Sound record His Honours and your Joys.
a Say to the Power that fhakes the Sky, " How terrible art Thou ! ** Sinners before thy Prefence fly, " Or at thy Feet they bow.
^ f Come, fee the Wonders of our God, How glorious are his Ways ! In Mofes Hand he puts his Rod, And cleaves the frighted Seas.
4, He made the ebbing Channel dry, While Ifrael pafs'd the Flood ; There did the Church begin their Joy, And triumph in their God.]
y He rules by his refiftlefs Might : Will Rebel Mortals dare Provoke th' Eternal to the Fight, And tempt that dreadful War }
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4 O blefs our God and never ceafe ; Ye Saints fulfil his Praife ; He keeps our Life, maintains our Peace, And guides our doubtful Ways.
7 Lord, thou haft^prov'd our fuffering Souk,
To make our Graces ihine ; So Silver bears the burning Coals The Metal to refine.
8 Thro' watry Deeps and fiery Ways
We march at thy Command, Led to poflefs the promis'd Place By thine unerring Hand.
Psalm LXVI. 13 20. Second Part*
Ptalfe to God for hearing Prayer. 1 XTOW fhall my folemn Vows be paid J^ To that Almighty Power That heard the long Requefts I made In my diftrefsful Hour.
3 My Lips and chearful Heart prepare To make his Mercies known ; Come ye that fear my God, and hear The Wonders he has done.
3 When on my Head huge Sorrows fell,
I fought his heavenly Aid ; He fav'd my finking Soul from Hell And Death's eternal Shade.
4 If Sin lay cover'd in my Heart
While Pray'r employ'd my Tongue, The Lord had {hewn m^ no Regard, Nor I his Praifes fung.
; 5 But God (his Name be ever bkft)
Has fet my Spirit free ; C No*
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Nor turn'd from him my poor Request, Nor turn'd his Heart From me.
Psalm LXVII. The Nations Frofperity, and the Churches Increafe.
1 QHine, mighty God, onBritain {bine ^ With Beams of heavenly Grace ; Reveal thy Power thro' all our Coafts,
And fhew thy fmiling Face.
2 [Amidft our Ifle exalted high
Do thou our Glory (land, And like a Wall of Guardian- Fire Surround the Favourite-Land.
5 When fhall thy Name from Shore to Shore Sound all the Earth abroad, And diftant Nations know and love Their Saviour and their God ?
4 Sing to the Lord, ye diftant Lands,
Sing loud with folemn Voice ; While Britijb Tongues exalt his Praife, And Britijb Hearts rejoice.
5 He the Great Lord, the fovereign Judge,
That fits enthron'd Above, Wifely commands the Worlds he made In Juftice and in Love.
6 Earth (ball obey her Maker's Will,
And yield a full Increafe ; Our God will crown his chofen Ifle With Fruitfulnefs and Peace.
7 God the Redeemer fcatters round
His choiceft Favours here, While the Creation's utmoft Bound Shall fee, adore and fear.
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Psalm LXVIII. Firfi Tart. Ver. I — 6, 32—55.
1%e Vengeance and Ccmpajftcn of God.
E T God arife in all his Might, And put the Troops of Hell to flight ; As Smoke that fought to cloud the Skies Before the rifing Tempeft flies.
2 [He comes array'd in burning Flames ; Juftice and Vengeance are his Names : Behold his fainting Foes ejrpire Like melting Wax before the Fire.]
3 He rides and thunders thro' the Sky ; His Name Jehovah founds on high : Sing to his Name, ye Sons of Grace ; Ye Saints, rejoice before his Face.
14 The Widow and the Fatheriefs Fly to his Aid in fharp Diftrefs : In him the Poor and Helplefs find A Judge that's juft, a Father kind.
5 He breaks the Captives heavy Chain, And Prifoners fee the Light again : But Rebels that difpute his Will Shall dwell in Chains and Darknefs ftiil.
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6 Kingdoms and Thrones to God belong ; Crown him, ye Nations, in your Song: His wondrous Names and Powers rehearfe ; His Honours {hall enrich your Ver!e.
7 He fhakes the Heavens with loud Alarms ; How terrible is God in Arms !
In I/rael are his Mercies known, Ifrael is his peculiar Throne*
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8 Proclaim him King, pronounce him" Bl eft ; He s your Defence, your Joy, your Reft: When Terrors rife and Nations faint, God is the Strength of every Saint.
Psalm LXVIIL Second fart. Ver. 17, 18. ChrijVs Afcenftoriy and the Gift of the Spirit
1 T Ord, when thou didft afcend on high,
J / Ten thoufand Angels fill'd the Sky ;
Thofe heavenly Guards around Thee wait, Like Chariots that attend thy State*
2 Not Sinai's Mountain could appear More glorious when the Lord was there ; While he pronounc'd his dreadful Law, And ftrook the chofen Tribes with Awe,
5 How bright the Triumph none can tell, When the rebellious Powers of Hell That thoufand Souls had Captive made, Were all in Chains like Captives led.
4 Rais'd by his Father to the Throne He fent the promis'd Spirit down, With Gifts and Grace for Rebel- Men, That God might dwell on Earth again.
Psalm LXVIIL Third Part. Ver. 19,9,20,21,22. Praife for Temporal Blejfmgs ; or, Common and /pe- dal Mercies.
1 \S 7E blefs the Lord, the Juft, the Good, V V Who fills our Hearts with Joy and Food ; | Who pours his Bleffings from the Skies, And loads our Days with rich Supplies.
2. He fends the Sun his Circuit round, To chear the Fruits, to warm the Ground ;
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He bids the Clouds with plenteous Rain Refrefh the thirfty Earth again.
3 'Tis to his Care we owe our Breath, And all our near Efcapes from Death: Safety and Health to God belong ;
He heals the Weak and guards the Strong.
4 He makes the Saint and Sinner prove The Common Bleflings of his Love ; But the wide Difference that remains Is Endlefs Joy or Endlefs Pains.
5 The Lord that bruis'd the Serpent's Head On all the Serpent's Seed fhall tread, The ftubborn Sinner's Hope confound, And fmite him with a lafting Wound.
6 But his Right-hand his Saints fhall raife From the deep Earth or deeper Seas ; And bring them to his Courts above, There fhall they tafte his fpecial Love.
Psalm LXIX. i — 14. Firfi Part. Com. Metre. 'The Sufferings of Chrift for our Salvation.
1 " QAVE me, OGod, the fwelling Floods
^) 8< Break in upon my Soul : 11 I link ; and Sorrows o'er my Head 11 Like mighty Waters roll.
2 " I cry till all my Voice be gone,
11 In Tears I wafte the Day ; u My God, behold my longing Eyes, 41 And fhorten thy Delay.
3 u They hate my Soul without a Caufe,
u And ftill their Number grows ; *c More than the Hairs around my Head, u And mighty are my Foes.
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-4 " 'Twas then I paid that dreadful Debt " That Men could never pay, 41 And gave thofe Honours to thy Law " Which Sinners took away.
•§ Thus in the great MeJfiaVs Name The royal Prophet mourns ; Thus he awakes our Hearts to Grief, And gives us Joy by turns.
i6 " Now fhallthe Saints rejoice and find " Salvation in my Name, u For I have born their heavy Load u Of Sorrow, Pain and Shame.
7 " Grief like a Garment cloth'd me round,
" And Sackcloth was my Dreis, c< While I procur'd for naked Souls " A Robe of Righteoufnefs.
8 w Amongft my Brethren and the Jews
" I like a Stranger flood, " And bore their vile Reproach, to bring " The Gentiles near to God.
9 H I came in finful Mortals ftead
" To do my Father's Will; " Yet when I cleans'd my Father's Houfe,
c< They fcandaliz'd my Zeal.
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" Were made the Drunkard's Song ; " But God from his celeftial Throne " Heard my complaining Tongue.
xi u He fav'd me from the dreadful Deep,
" Nor let my Soul be drown'd ;
a He rais'd and fix'd my finking Feet
« On well-eflabli(h'd Ground.
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12 u Twas in a moft accepted Hour " My Pray'r arofe on high, " And for my fake my God {hall hear " The dying Sinner's Cry.
Psalm LXIX. 14—21, 26, 29, 52. Second Part*
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*The Pajfion and Exaltation of Chrift.
1 TV TOW let our Lips with holy Fear 1\| And mournful Pleafure fing The Sufferings of our great High-prieft,
The Sorrows of our King.
2 He finks in Floods of deep Piftrefs ;
How high the Waters rife ! While to his heavenly Father's Ear He fends perpetual Cries.
3 " Hear me, O Lord, and fave thy Son,
" Nor hide thy fhiningFace ; " Why {hould thy Favourite look like One " Forfaken of thy Grace ?
4 " With Rage they perfecute the Man
<c* That groans beneath thy Wound, " While for a Sacrifice I pour " My Life upon the Ground.
J u They tread my Honour to the Duft, 4
" And laugh when I complain ; « " Their {harp infulting Slanders add a Frefh Anguifti to my Pain.
tf u All my Reproach is known to Thee,
" The Scandal and the Shame ; * Reproach has broke my bleeding Heart,
" And Lies dehTd my Name*
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7 " I look'd for Pity, but in vain ;
" My Kindred are my Grief ; " I ask my Friends for Comfort round, " But meet with no Relief.
8 " With Vinegar they mock my Thirft,
" They give me Gall for Food ; il And fportjng with my dying Groans " They triumph in my Blood.
9 " Shine in to my diftrefled Soul,
" Let thy Compaflions fave ; 4i And tho' my Flefh fink down to Death, 44 Redeem it from the Grave,
io " I fhall arife to praife thy Name, " Shall reign in Worlds unknown, " And thy Salvation, O my God, " Shall feat me on thy Throne.
Psalm LXIX. Third Part. Common Metre.
Chrift'j Obedience and Death ; or, God glorified and ■ Sinners faved.
r T7Ather, I fing thy wondrous Grace, J/ I blefs my Saviours Name, He bought Salvador) for the Poor, And bore the Sinner's Shame.
2 His deepDiftrefs has raisVLus high,
His Duty and his Zeal Fulfiird the Law which Mortals broke, And finifh'd all thy Will.
3 His dying Groans, his living Songs
Shall better pleafe my God Than Harp or Trumpet's folemn Sound, Than Goats or Bullocks Blood.
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4 This fhall his humble Followers fee,
And fet their Hearts at reft ; They by his Death draw near to Thee, And live for ever bleft.
5 Let Heaven and all that dwell on high
To God their Voices raife, While Lands and Seas affift the Sky, And join t'advance the Praife.
6 Zion is thine, Moil holy God
Thy Son fhall blefs her Gates ; And Glory purchas'd by his Blood For thy own Ifrael waits.
Psalm LXIX. Fir ft Part. Long Metre, ChrifVi PaJTion, and Sinners Salvation. 1 T^\Eep in our Hearts let us record \^J The deeper Sorrows of our Lord ; Behold the rifing Billows roll To overwhelm his holy Soul. •*
a In long Complaints he fpends his Breath, While Hofts of Hell, and Powers of Death, And all the Sons of Malice join To execute their curft Defign.
3 Yet, gracious God, thy Power and Love Has made the Curfe a Bleffing prove ; Thofe dreadful Sufferings of thy Son Atton'd for Sins which we had done.
4 The Pangs of our expiring Lord The Honours of thy Law reftor'd : His Sorrows made thy Juftice known, And paid for Follies not his own.
5 O for his Sake our Guilt forgive, And let the mourning Sinner live :
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The Lord will hear us in his NTame, Nor fhall our Hope be turn'd to Shame.
Psalm LXIX. v, 7, &c. SecondPart. Long Metre,
ChrihVj Sufferings and Zeal, 1 *~ipWas for thy Sake, Eternal God, 1 Thy Son fuftain'd that heavy Load Of bafe Reproach and fore Difgrace, And Shame denTd his facred Face.
% The Jews, his Brethren and his Kin, Abus'd the Man that check'd their Sin : While he fulfil'd thy holy Laws, f They hate him, but without a Caufe.
5 \My Fathers Houfey fa id he, was made A Place for Worship, not for 'Trade ; Then fcattering all their Gold and Brafs, He fcourg'd the Merchants from the Place.}
4 [Zeal for the Temple of his God Confum'd his Life, expos'd his Blood : Reproaches at thy Glory thrown
He felt, and mourn sd them as his own.}
5 [His Friends forfook, his Followers fled, While Foesamd Armsfurround his Head ; They curfe him with a flanderous Tongue, And the falfe Judge maintains tli£ Wreng.J
6 His Life they load with hateful Lies, And charge his Lips with Blafphcmies ; They nail him to the fhameful Tree ; There hung- the Man that dy'd for me.
7 [Wretches with Hearts as hard as Stones Infult his Piety and Groans :
Gall was the Food tbey gave him there, And mock'dhis- Thirft with Vinegar. J
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S But God beheld ; and from his Throne Marks out the Men that hate his Son ; The Hand that rais'd him from the Dead,. Shall pour the Vengeance on their Head.
Psalm LXXI. 5—9. Tirfi Tart. 'The Aged Saint's F.cjleBion and Hope.
1 A \ Y God, my everlafting Hope, iVx * lr/e upon thy Truth ;
Thine Hands have held my Childhood upj And ftrength'ned all my Youth.
2 My Flefh wasfafhion'd by thy Power,
With all thefe Limbs of mine ; And from my Mother's painful Hour I've been entirely thine.
5 Still has my Life new Wonders feen Repeated ev'ry Year ; Behold my Days that yet remain, I truft them to thy Care.
4 Caft me not off when Strength declines v
When hoary Hairs arife ; And round me let thy Glory fhine When e'er thy Servant dies,
5 Then in the Hiftory of my Age,
When Men review my Days, They'll read thy Love in ev'ry Page, In ev'ry Line thy Praife.
Psalm LXXI. 15, 14, 16, 23, 22, 24, Second Fart ; . Chrifr our Strength and Righteoufnefs.
1 A/1Y Saviour, my Almighty Friend, ±V± When I begin thy Praife, Where will the growing Numbers end, The. Numbers of thy Grace ?
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2 Thou art my ererlafting Truff,
Thy Goodnefs I adore ? And fince I knew thy Graces firft I fpeak thy Glories more.
3 My Feet fball travel all the Length
Of the celeftial Road, And march with Courage in thy Strength, To fee my Father-God.
4 When I am fill'd with fore Diftrefc
For fome furprizing Sin, I'll plead thy perfeS Righteoufnefs, And mention none but Thine.
5 How will my Lips rejoice to tell
The Victories of my King ! My Soul redeem'd from Sin and Hell Shall thy Salvation ling.
6 [My Tongue fball all the Day proclaim
My Saviour and my God : His Death has brought my Foes to fhame, And drown'd them in hi**Blood.
7 Awake, awake, my tuneful Powers ;
With this delightful Song I'll entertain the darkeft Hours, Nor think the Seafon long. 3
Psalm LXXL 17 — 21. 'Third Part.
Ithe Aged Chriflans Prayer and Song ; or, Old Agey Death and the Refnrreclion.
1 /^>OD of my Childhood and my Youth, vJF The Guide of all my Days, I have decJar'd thy heavenly Truth, And told thy wondrous Ways.
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2 Wilt thou forfake my hoary Hairs,
And leave my fainting Heart ? Who fhall fuftain my finking Years If God my Strength depart ?
3 Let me thy Power and Truth proclaim. .
To the Surviving Age, And leave a-Savour of thy Name When I fhall quit the Stage,
4 The Land of Silence and of Death
Attends my next Remove ; O may thefe poor Remains of Breath Teach the wide World thy Love !
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5 Thy Righteoufnefs is deep and high,
Unfearcbable thy Deeds ; Thy GIrory fpreads beyond the Sky, And all my Praife exceeds.
6 Oft have I heard thy Threatnings roar,
And oft endur'd the Grief ; But when thy Hand has preft me fore* Thy Grace was my Relief.
7 By long Experience have I known
Thy fovereign Power to fave ; At thy Command I venture down Securely to the Grave.
8 When I lie buried deep in Dull,
My Flefh fhall be thy Care ; Thefe withering Limbs with thee I traft To raife them ftrong and fair.
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Psalm L&XII. Firji Tart. The Kingdom of Chrift.
1 /^ReatGod, whofe univerfal Sway
VJT The known and unknown Worlds obey,, Now give the Kingdom to thy Son, Extend his Power, exalt his Throne.
2 Thy Scepter well becomes his Hands*. All Heaven fubmits to his Commands ;
I His Juftice fhall avenge the Poor, And Pride and Rage prevail no more.
3: With Power he vindicates the Juft, And treads th'Oppreffor in the Duft ; His Worfhip and his Fear fhall laft Till Hours and Years and Time be panV
4 As Rain on Meadows newly mown, So fhall he fend his Influence down : His Grace on fainting Souls diftils, Like heavenly Dew on thirfty Hills.
5 The Heathen Lands that lie beneath The Shades of overfpreading Deatfv Revive at his firft dawning Light, And Defarts bloflbm at the Sight.
t The Saints fhall flouriftt in his Days, Dreft in the Robes of Joy and Praife$< Peace like a River from his Throne Shall flow to Nations yet unknown*
P s a im LXXIL Second Part: Gh rift's Kingdom among the Gentiles. % TE5I75 fhall reign where e'er the Sun J Does his fuccellive Journeys run ; His Kingdom ftretch from Shore to Shore, Till Moons fhall wax and wane so more.
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2 [Behold the Iflands witn their Kings, And Europe her be ft Tribute brings ; From North to South the Princes meet To pay their Homage at his Feet.
3 There Terjla glorious to behold, There India fhines in E a ft em Gold ; And barbarous Nations at his Word Submit and bow and own their Lord.]
4. For him fhall eadlefs Pray x be made, And Praifes throng to crown his Head % , His Name like fweet Perfume fhall rife With every Morning Sacrifice.
5 People and Realms of every Tongue Dwell on his Love with fweeteft Song \ And Infant- Voices fhall proclaim Their early Bleffings on his Name.
( Bleffings abound where e'er he reigns, The Prifoner leaps to lofe his Chains, The Weary find eternal Reft, And all the Sons of Want are bleft.
"j £ Where he difplays his healing Power, Death and the Curfe are known no more j In him the Tribes of Adam boaft More Bleffings than their Father lofh.
3 Let «very Creature rife and bring, Peculiar Honours to our King : Angels defcend with Songs again, . And Earth repeat the long Amen.]
Psalm LXXIIL Fir ft Part. Common Metre. Afflicted Saints happy , and frofperous Sinners curfed* l ^JOW 1 Jn convinc'd, the Lord is kind jJN To Men of Heart fincere *
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Yet once my foolifli Thoughts repined, And bordered on Defpair.
a I grrev'd to fee the Wicked thrive, Andfpoke with angry Breath, 44 How pleafant and profane they live ! " How peaceful is their Death !
3 a With well-fed Flefh and haughty Eyes
" They lay their Fears to deep; il Againft the Heavens their Slanders rife, u While Saints in Silence weep.
4 c< In rain I lift my Hands to pray,
<l And cleanfe my Heart in vain,. u For I am chaftend all the Day, u The Night renews my Pain.
5 Yet while my Tongue indulg'd Complaint^
I felt my Heart reprove ; " Sure I fhall thus offend thy Saints, " And grieve the Men I love.
6 But ftiH I found my Doubts too hard,
The Conflict too fevere, Till I retir'd to fearch thy Word, And learn thy Secrets there.
7 There, as in fome prophetic Glafs,
I faw the Sinner's Feet High-mounted on a flippery Place Befide a fiery Pit.
8 I heard the Wretch profanely boaft,
Till at thy Frown he fell ; His Honours in a Dream were loft, And he awakes in Hell.
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9 Lord, what an envious Fool I was f
How like a thoughtlefs Beaft !
Thus to fufpeft thy promis'd Grace,
And think the Wicked bleft.
10 Yet I was kept from full Defpair,
Upheld by Power unknown ; That blefled Hand that broke the Snare Shall guide me to thy Throne.
Psalm LXXIII. 23— 28. id Part. Common Metre, God our Portion here and hereafter*
1 f~> O D my Supporter and my Hope, V_J My Help for ever near, Thine Arm of Mercy held me up
When finking in Defpair.
2 Thy Counfek, Lord, fh all guide my Feet
Through this dark Wildernefs ; Thine Hand conduft me near thy Seat, To dwell before thy Face.
3 Were I in Heaven without my God,
'Twould be no Joy to me ; And whilft this Earth is my Abode, I long for none but Thee.
4 What if the Springs of Life were broke,
And Flelh and Heart fbould faint, God is my Soul's eternal Rock, The Strength of ev'ry Saint.
5 Behold, the Sinners that remove
Far from thy Prefence die ; Not all the Idol-Gods they love Can fave them when they cry/
6 But to draw near to Thee, my God,
Shall be my frveet JEmploy ;
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My Tongue ftiall found thy Works abroad, And tell the World my Joy.
Psalm LXXIII. 22,3,6,17 — 20.. Long Metre, 'the Profperity of Sinners curfed,
1 T Or d, what a thoughtlefs Wretch was X,
Jj / To mourn and murmur and repine
To fee the Wicked plac'd on high, In Pride and Robes of Honour Ihine !
% But O their End ! their. dreadful End J - Thy San&uary taught me fo : On flippery Rocks I fee them ftand, And fiery Billows roll below.
3 ; Now let them bbaft how tall they rifej I'll never envy them again ; There they may ftand with haughty Eyes5 Till they plunge deep in endlefs Pain.
4 Their fancy'd Joys how faft they flee ? Juft like a Dream when Man awakes ^ Their Songs of fofteft Harmony
Are but a Preface to their Plagues.
5 Now I efteem their Mirth and Wine,
I Too dear to purchafe with my Blood ; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine. My Life, my Portion, and my God.
Psalm LXXIII. Short Metre* 'The My fiery of Providence unfolded,
1 OUre there's a righteous God, ^ Nor is Religion vain ;
Tho' Men of Vice may boaft aloud. And Men of Grace complain.
2 I faw the Wicked rife, And felt my Heart xepine, ,
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While haughty Fools with fcornfjl Eyes In Robe's of Honour fhine.
3 ["Pamper'd with wanton Eafe Their Flefh looks full and fair,
Their Wealth rolls in like flowing Sea^y And grows without their Care.
4 Free from the Plagues and Pains That pious Souls endure,
Thro' all their Life Oppreflion reigns, And racks the humble Poor.
5 Their impious Tongues blafpheme The everlafting God ;
Their Malice Wafts the good Man's Name^ And fpreads their Lies abroad,
6 But I with flowing Tears Indulg'd my Doubts to rife ;
44 Is there a God that fees or hears " The Things below the Skies ?]
7 The Tumults of my Thought Held me in hard Sufpenfe,
Till to thy Houfe my Feet were brought To learn thy Juftice thence.
8 Thy Word with Light and Power Did my Miftakes amend ;
I view'd the Sinners Life before.. But here I learnt their End*
9 On what a flippery Steep The thoughtJefs Wretches go ?
And O that dreadful fiery Deep That waits their Fall below J .
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io Lord, at thy Feet I bow,
My Thoughts no more repine : I call my God my Portion now,
And all my Powers are thine*
Psalm LXXIV. The Church pleading with God under fore Terfecutions, i T TC Till God for ever call us off 1 \ V His Wrath fot ever fmoak Againft the People of his Love, His little chblen Flock l
z Think of the Tribes fo dearly bought With their Redeemer's Blood ; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy Glory flood.
5 Lift up thy Feet, and march in hafte, Aloud ow Ruin calls ; See what a wide and fearful Wafte Is made within thy Walls.
4 Where once thy Churches prayrd and fang,
Thy Foes profanely roar ; Over thy Gates their Enfigns hang, Sad Tokens of their Power.
5 How are the Seats of Worfhip broke f
They tear the Buildings down, And he that deals the heavieft Stroke Procures the chief Renown.
4 With Flames they threaten to deftroy Thy Children in their Neft ; Come let us hum at once, they cry, The Temple and the Friefi.
7 And ftill to heighten our Difrrefs Thy Pretence is withdrawn ;
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Thy wonted Signs of Power and Grace, Thy Power and Grace are gone.
8 No Prophet fpeaks to calm our Woes,
But all the Seers mourn ; There's not a Soul amongft us knows The Time of thy Return-
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9 How long, Eternal God, how long
Shall Men of Pride blafpheme \ Shall Saints be made their endlefs Song, And bear immortal Shame?
10 Can'ft thou for ever fit and hear