6 His truth transcends 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 springs! O never let my soul remove From underneath his wings.

Psalm 37:1. 1-15. First Part. The cure of envy, fretfulness, and unbelief; or, The rewards of the righteous, and the wicked; or, The world's hatred, and the saint's patience.

1 Why should I vex my soul and fret To see the wicked rise? Or envy sinners waxing great, By violence and lies.

2 As flowery grass cut down at noon, Before the evening fades So shall their glories vanish soon In everlasting shades.

3 Then let me make the Lord my trust, And practise all that's good; So shall I dwell among the just, 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 desires fulfil.

3 Mine innocence shalt thou display, And make thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day, And glorious as the noon.

6 The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of heav'n; True riches with abundant peace, To humble souls are given.

PAUSE.

7 Rest in the Lord and keep his way, Nor let your anger rise, Tho' providence should long delay To punish haughty vice.

8 Let sinners join to break your peace, And plot, and rage, and foam; The Lord derides them, for he sees Their day of vengeance come.

9 They have drawn out the threatening sword, Have bent the murderous bow, To slay the men that fear the Lord, And bring the righteous low.

10 My God shall break their bows, and burn Their persecuting darts, Shall their own swords against them turn, And pain surprise their hearts.

Psalm 37:2. 16 21 26-31. Second Part. Charity to the poor; or, Religion in words and deeds.

1 Why do the wealthy wicked boast, And grow profanely bold? The meanest portion of the just Excels the sinner's gold.

2 The wicked borrows of his friends, But ne'er designs to pay; The saint is merciful and lends, Nor turns the poor away.

3 His alms with liberal heart he gives Amongst the sons of need; His memory to long ages lives, And blessed is his seed.

4 His lips abhor to talk profane, To slander or defraud; His ready tongue declares to men What he has learn'd of God.

5 The law and gospel of the Lord Deep in his heart abide; Led by the Spirit and the word, His feet shall never slide.

6 When sinners fall, the righteous stand, Preserv'd from every snare; They shall possess the promis'd land, And dwell for ever there.

Psalm 37:3. 23-27. Third Part. The way and end of the righteous and the wicked.

1 My God, the steps of pious men Are order'd by thy will; Tho' they should fall, they rise again, Thy hand supports them still.

2 The Lord delights to see 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 theirs, Their portion and their home; He feeds them now, and makes them heirs Of blessings long to come.

4 Wait on the Lord, ye sons of men, Nor fear when tyrants frown; Ye shall confess their pride was vain, When justice casts them down.

PAUSE.

5 The haughty sinner have I seen, Nor fearing man nor God, Like a tall bay-tree fair and green, Spreading his arms abroad.

6 And lo! he vanish'd from the ground, Destroy'd by hands unseen: Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found Where all that pride had been.

7 But mark the man of righteousness, His several steps attend; True pleasure runs thro' all his ways, And peaceful is his end.

Psalm 38. Guilt of conscience and relief; or, Repentance, and prayer for pardon and health.

1 Amidst thy wrath remember love, Restore thy servant, Lord; Nor let a father's chastening prove Like an avenger's sword.

2 Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely prest; Between the sorrow and the smart My spirit finds no rest.

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 still bending down; And I go mourning all the day Beneath my Father's frown.

5 Lord, I am weak, and broken sore, None of my powers are whole; The inward anguish makes me roar, The anguish of my soul.

6 All my desire to thee is known, Thine eye counts every tear, And every sigh, and every groan Is notic'd by thine ear.

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 slide, My foes rejoice to see't; They raise their pleasure and their pride When they supplant my feet.

9 But I'll confess my guilt to thee, And grieve for all my sin, I'll mourn how weak my graces be, And beg support divine.

10 My God, forgive my follies past, And be for ever nigh; O Lord of my salvation, haste, Before thy servant die.]

Psalm 39:1. 1 2 3. First Part. Watchfulness over the tongue; or, Prudence and zeal.

1 Thus I resolv'd before the Lord, "Now will I watch my tongue, "Lest I let slip one sinful word, "Or do my neighbour wrong."

2 And if I'm e'er constrain'd to stay With men of lives profane I'll set a double guard that day, Nor let my talk be vain.

3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak The pious thoughts I feel, Lest scoffers should th' occasion take To mock my holy zeal.

4 Yet if some proper hour appear, I'll not be overaw'd, But let the scoffing sinners hear That I can speak for God.

Psalm 39:2. 4-7. Second Part. The vanity of man as mortal.

1 Teach me the measure of my days, Thou maker of my frame; I would survey life's narrow space, And learn' how frail I am.

2 A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flower and prime.

3 See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o'er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain.

4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore, They toil for heirs, they know not who, And straight are seen no more.

5 What should I wish or wait for then From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust.

6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recall; I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all.

Psalm 39:3. 9-13. Third Part. Sick-bed devotion; or, Pleading without repining.

1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will.

2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word Against thy chastening hand.

3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies Thro' thy repeated strokes.

4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost.

5 [This mortal life decays apace, How soon 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 prepar'd to go When I the summons hear.

7 But if my life be spar'd awhile, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love.

Psalm 40:1. 1 3 5 17. First Part. C. M. A song of deliverance from great distress.

1 I waited patient for the Lord, He bow'd to hear my cry; He saw me resting on his word, And brought salvation nigh.

2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit Where mourning long I lay, And from my bonds releas'd my feet, Deep bonds of miry clay.

3 Firm on a rock he made me stand, And taught my cheerful tongue To praise the wonders of his hand, In a new thankful song.

4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad; The saints with joy shall 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 afflicted, poor and low, And light and peace depart, My God beholds my heavy woe, And bears me on his heart.

Psalm 40:2. 6-9. Second Part. C. M. The incarnation and sacrifice of Christ.

1 Thus saith the Lord, "Your work is vain, "Give your burnt offerings o'er, "In dying goats and bullocks slain "My soul delights no more."

2 Then spake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm here, "My God, to do thy will; "'Whate'er thy sacred books declare, "Thy servant shall fulfil.

3 "Thy law is ever in my sight, "I keep it near my heart; "Mine ears are open'd with delight "To what thy lips impart."

4 And see the bless'd Redeemer comes, Th' eternal Son appears, And at th' appointed time assumes The body God prepares.

5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace, And much his truth he shew'd, And preach'd the way of righteousness, Where great assemblies stood.

6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart, He pity'd sinners' cries, And, to fulfil a Saviour's part, Was made a sacrifice,

PAUSE.

7 No blood of beasts on altars shed Could wash the conscience clean, But the rich sacrifice he paid Atones for all our sin.

8 Then was the great salvation spread, And Satan's kingdom shook; Thus by the woman's promis'd seed The serpent's head was broke.

Psalm 40:3. 5-10. L. M. Christ our sacrifice.

1 The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, Exceed our praise, surmount our thought; Should I attempt the long detail, My speech would faint, my numbers fail.

2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt, Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt, But thou hast set before our eyes An all-sufficient sacrifice.

3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears, To thy designs he bows his ears, Assumes a body, well prepar'd, And well performs a work so hard.

4 "Behold, I come," (the Saviour cries, With love and duty in his eyes) "I come to bear the heavy load "Of sins, and do thy will, my God.

5 "'Tis written in thy great decree, "'Tis in thy book foretold of me, "I must fulfil the Saviour's part, "And, lo! thy law is in my heart!

6 "I'll magnify thy holy law, "And rebels to obedience draw, "'When on my cross I'm lifted high, "Or to my crown above the sky.

7 "The Spirit shall descend, and show "What thou hast done, and what I do; "The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace, "Thy wisdom and thy righteousness."

Psalm 41. 1 2 3. Charity to the poor; or, Pity to the afflicted.

1 Blest is the man whose bowels move, And melt with pity to the poor, Whose soul, by sympathising 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 shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head, When drought, and pestilence, and dearth Around him multiply their dead.

4 Or if he languish on his couch, God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n, Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heaven.

Psalm 42:1. 1-5. First Part. Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of absence from public worship.

1 With earnest longings of the mind, My God, to thee I look; So pants the hunted hart to find And taste the cooling brook.

2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again? So long an absence from thy face My heart endures with pain.

3 Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast; The foe insults without control, "And where's your God at last?"

4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now I think on ancient days; Then to thy house did numbers go, And all our work was praise.

5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far Beneath this heavy load? Why do my thoughts indulge despair, And sin against my God?

6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand Can all thy woes remove; For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love.

Psalm 42:2. 6-11. Second Part. Melancholy thoughts reproved; or, Hope in afflictions.

1 My spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind.

2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head.

3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray.

4 I'll cast myself before his feet, And say "My God, my heavenly Rock, "Why doth thy love so long forget "The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?"

5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low, Why should my soul indulge her grief? Hope in the Lord, and praise him too, He is my rest, my sure relief.

6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still, Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heavenly hill, My God, my most exceeding Joy.

Psalm 44. 1 2 3 8 15-26. The church's complaint in persecution.

1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of power and grace, When to our ears our fathers told The wonders of their days:

2 How thou didst build thy churches here, And make thy gospel known; Amongst them did thine arm appear, Thy light and glory shone.

3 In God they boasted all the day, And in a cheerful throng Did thousands meet to praise and pray, And grace was all their song.

4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame, Confusion fills our face, To hear the enemy blaspheme, And fools reproach thy grace.

5 Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heaven, Nor have our steps declin'd the road Of duty thou hast given.

6 Tho' dragons all around us roar With their destructive breath, And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore Hard by the gates of death.

PAUSE.

7 We are expos'd all day to die As martyrs for thy cause, As sheep for slaughter bound we lie By sharp and bloody laws.

8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord, Why sleeps thy wonted grace? Why should we look like men abhorr'd, Or banish'd from thy face?

9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off And still neglect our cries? For ever hide thine heavenly love From our afflicted eyes?

10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd, And dies upon the ground; Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their powers confound.

11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Saviour and our God; We plead the honours of thy Name, The merits of thy blood.

Psalm 45:1. S. M. The glory of Christ; the success of the gospel; and the Gentile church.

1 My Saviour and my King, Thy beauties are divine; Thy lips with blessings overflow, And every grace is thine.

2 Now make thy glory known, Gird on thy dreadful sword, And ride in majesty to spread The conquests of thy word.

Strike thro' thy stubborn foes, Or melt their hearts t'obey, While justice, meekness, grace, and truth, Attend thy glorious way.

4 Thy laws, O God, are right; Thy throne shall ever end; And thy victorious gospel proves A sceptre in thy hand.

5 [Thy Father and thy God Hath without measure shed His Spirit, like a joyful oil, T'anoint thy sacred head.]

6 [Behold, at thy right hand The Gentile church is seen, Like a fair bride in rich attire, And princes guard the queen.]

7 Fair bride, receive his love, Forget thy father's house; Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods, And pay thy Lord thy vows.

8 O let thy God and King Thy sweetest thoughts employ; Thy children shall his honours sing In palaces of joy.

Psalm 45:2. C. M. The personal glories and government of Christ.

1 I'll speak the honours of my King, His form divinely fair; None of the sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare.

2 Sweet is thy speech and heavenly grace Upon thy lips is shed; Thy God, with blessings infinite, Hath crown'd thy sacred head.

3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with majestic sway; Thy terrors shall strike thro' thy foes, And make the world obey.

4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands; Thy word of grace shall prove A peaceful sceptre in thy hands, To rule the saints by love.

5 Justice and truth attend thee still But mercy is thy choice; And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill With most peculiar joys.

Psalm 45:3. First Part. L. M. The glory of Christ, and power of his gospel.

1 Now be my heart inspir'd to sing The glories of my Saviour-king, Jesus the Lord; how heavenly fair His form! how 'bright his beauties are!

2 O'er all the sons of human race He shines with a superior grace, Love from his lips divinely flows, And blessings all his state compose.

3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord, Gird on the terror of thy sword, In majesty and glory ride With truth and meekness at thy side.

4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart, Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart; Or words of mercy kind and sweet Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.

5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands, Grace is the sceptre in thy hands; Thy laws and works are just and right, Justice and grace are thy delight.

6 God, thine own God, has richly shed His oil of gladness on thy head, And with his sacred Spirit blest His first-born Son above the rest.

Psalm 45:4. Second Part. L. M. Christ and his church; or, The mystical marriage.

1 The king of saints, how fair his face, Adorn'd with majesty and grace! He comes with blessings from above, And wins the nations to his love.

2 At his right hand our eyes behold The queen array'd in purest gold; The world admires her heavenly dress, Her robe of joy and righteousness.

3 He forms her beauties like his own; He calls and seats her near his throne: Fair stranger, let thine heart forget The idols of thy native state.

4 So shall the King the more rejoice 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 shalt rise To his fair palace in the skies, And all thy Sons (a numerous train) Each like a prince in glory reign!

6 Let endless honours crown his head; Let every age his praises spread; While we with cheerful songs approve The condescensions of his love.

Psalm 46:1. First Part. The church's safety and triumph among national desolations.

1 God is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints Behold him present with his aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world, Our faith shall never yield to fear.

3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, In sacred peace our souls abide, While every nation, every shore, Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.

4 There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God; Life, love, and joy still gliding thro', And watering our divine abode.

5 That sacred stream, thine holy word, That all our raging fear controls: Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls.

6 Sion enjoys her monarch's love, Secure against a threatening hour; Nor can her firm foundations move, Built on his truth, and arm'd with pow'r.

Psalm 46:2. Second Part. God fights for his church.

1 Let Sion in her King rejoice, Tho' tyrants rage and kingdoms rise; He utters his almighty voice, The nations melt, the tumult dies.

2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought, And Jacob's God is still our aid; Behold the works his hand has wrought, What desolations he has made!

3 From sea to sea, thro' all the shores, He makes the noise of battle cease; When from on high his thunder roars, He awes the trembling world to peace.

4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear, Chariots he burns with heavenly flame; Keep silence all the earth, and hear The sound and glory of his Name.

5 "Be still, and learn that I am God, "I'll be exalted o'er the lands, "I will be known and fear'd abroad, "But still my throne in Sion stands."

6 O Lord of hosts, almighty King, While we so near thy presence dwell, Our faith shall sit secure, and sing Defiance to the gates of hell.

Psalm 47. Christ ascending and reigning.

1 O for a shout of sacred joy To God the sovereign King! Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus our God ascends on high, His heavenly guards around Attend him rising thro' the sky, With trumpet's joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains; Let all the earth his honour sing; O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound, Let knowledge lead the song, Nor mock him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Israel stood his ancient throne, He lov'd that chosen race; But now he calls the world his own, And heathens taste his grace.

6 The British islands are the Lord's, There Abraham's God is known, While powers and princes, shields and swords, Submit before his throne.

Psalm 48:1. 1-8. First Part. The church is the honour and safety of a nation.

1 [Great is the Lord our God, And let his praise be great; He makes his churches his abode, His most delightful seat.

2 These temples of his grace, How beautiful they stand! The honours of our native place, And bulwarks of our land.]

3 In Sion God is known A refuge in distress; How bright has his salvation shone Thro' all her palaces!

4 When kings against her join'd, And saw the Lord was there, In wild confusion of the mind They fled with hasty tear.

5 When navies tall and proud Attempt to spoil our peace, He sends his tempests roaring loud, And sinks them in the seas.

6 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen, How well our God secures the fold Where his own sheep have been.

7 In every new distress We'll to his house repair. We'll think upon his wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there.

Psalm 48:2. 10-14. Second Part. The beauty of the church; or, Gospel worship and order.

1 Far as thy name is known The world declares thy praise; Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne Their songs of honour raise.

2 With joy let Judah stand On Sion's chosen hill, Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, And counsels of thy will.

3 Let strangers walk around The city where we dwell, Compass and view thine holy ground, And mark the building well.

4 The orders of thy house, The worship of thy court, The cheerful songs, the solemn vows; And make a fair report.

5 How decent and how wise! How glorious to behold! Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, And rites adorn'd with gold.

6 The God we worship now Will guide us till we die, Will be our God while here below, And ours above the sky.

Psalm 49:1. 8-14. First Part. C. M. Pride and death; or, The vanity of life and riches.

1 Why doth the man of riches grow To insolence and pride, To see his wealth and honours flow With every rising tide?

2 [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, Made of the self-same clay, And boast as tho' his flesh was born Of better dust than they?]

3 Not all his treasures can procure His soul a short reprieve, Redeem from death one guilty hour, Or make his brother live.

4 [Life is a blessing can't be sold, The ransom is too high; Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold That man may never die.]

5 He sees the brutish and the wise, The timorous and the brave, Quit their possessions, close their eyes, And hasten to the grave.

6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,— "My house shall ever stand; "And that my name may long abide, "I'll give it to my land."

7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost, How soon his memory dies! His name is written in the dust Where his own carcase lies.

PAUSE.

8 This is the folly of their way; And yet their sons, as vain, Approve the words their fathers say, And act their works again.

9 Men void of wisdom and of grace, If honour raise them high. Live like the beast, a thoughtless race, And like the beast they die.

10 Laid in the grave like silly sheep, Death feeds upon them there, Till the last trumpet break their sleep In terror and despair.

Psalm 49:2. 14 15. Second Part. C. M. Death and the resurrection.

1 Ye sons of pride, that hate the just, And trample on the poor, When death has brought you down to dust, Your pomp shall rise no more,

2 The last great day shall change the scene; When will that hour appear? When shall the just revive, and reign O'er all that scorn'd them here?

3 God will my naked soul receive, When sep'rate from the flesh; And break the prison of the grave To raise my bones afresh.

4 Heaven is my everlasting home, Th' inheritance is sure; Let men of pride their rage resume, But I'll repine no more.

Psalm 49:3. L. M. The rich sinner's death, and the saint's resurrection.

1 Why do the proud insult the poor, And boast the large estates they have? How vain are riches to secure Their haughty owners from the grave!

2 They can't redeem one hour from death, With all the wealth in which they trust; Nor give a dying brother breath, When God commands him down to dust.

3 There the dark earth and dismal shade Shall clasp their naked bodies round; That flesh, so delicately fed, Lies cold, and moulders in the ground.

4 Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies, Laid in the grave for worms to eat; The saints shall in the morning rise, And find th' oppressor at their feet.

5 His honours perish in the dust, And pomp and beauty, birth and blood: That glorious day exalts the just To full dominion o'er the proud.

6 My Saviour shall my life restore, And raise me from my dark abode; My flesh and soul shall part no more, But dwell for ever near my God.

Psalm 50:1. 1-6. First Part. C. M. The last judgment; or, The saints rewarded.

1 The Lord, the Judge, before his throne, Bids the whole earth draw nigh, The nations near the rising sun, And near the western sky.

2 No more shall bold blasphemers say, "Judgment will ne'er begin," No more abuse his long delay To impudence and sin.

3 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come, Bright flames prepare his way, Thunder and darkness, fire and storm, Lead on the dreadful day.

4 Heaven from above his call shall hear, Attending angels come, And earth and hell shall know and fear His justice and their doom.

5 "But gather all my saints," he cries, "That made their peace with God, "By the Redeemer's sacrifice, "And seal'd it with his blood.

6 "Their faith and works brought forth to light "Shall make the world confess "My sentence of reward is right, "And heaven adore my grace."

Psalm 50:2. 8 10 11 14 15 23. Second Part. C. M. Obedience is better than sacrifice.

1 Thus saith the Lord, "the spacious fields "And flocks and herds are mine "O'er all the cattle of the hills "I claim a right divine.

2 "I ask no sheep for sacrifice, "Nor bullocks burnt with fire; "To hope and love, to pray and praise, "Is all that I require.

3 "Call upon me when trouble's near, "My hand shall set thee free; "Then shall thy thankful lips declare "The honour due to me.

4 "The man that offers humble praise, "He glorifies me best; "And those that tread my holy ways "Shall my salvation taste."

Psalm 50:3. 1 5 8 16 21 22. 3d Part. C. M. The judgement of hypocrites.

1 When Christ to judgment shall descend And saints surround their Lord, He calls the nations to attend, And hear his awful word.

2 "Not for the want of bullocks slain "Will I the world reprove; "Altars and rites and forms are vain, "Without the fire of love.

3 "And what have hypocrites to do "To bring their sacrifice? "They call my statutes just and true, "But deal in theft and lies.

4 "Could you expect to 'scape my sight, "And sin without control? "But I shall bring your crimes to light, "With anguish in your soul."

5 Consider, ye that slight the Lord, Before his wrath appear; If once you fall beneath his sword, There's no deliverer there.

Psalm 50:4. L. M. Hypocrisy exposed.

1 The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns, Let hypocrites attend and fear, Who place their hope in rites and forms, But make not faith nor love their care.

2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name With lips of falsehood and deceit; A friend or brother they defame, And soothe and flatter those they hate.

3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong; Yet dare to seek their Maker's face; They take his covenant on their tongue, But break his laws, abuse his grace.

4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean, Defil'd with lust, defil'd with blood; By night they practise every sin, By day their mouths draw near to God.

5 And while his judgments long delay, They grow secure and sin the more; They think he sleeps as well as they, And put far off the dreadful hour.

6 O dreadful hour! when God draws near, And sets their crimes before their eyes! His wrath their guilty souls shall tear, And no deliverer dare to rise.

Psalm 50:5. To a new Tune. The last judgment.

1 The Lord the Sovereign sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day!

2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend him down the sky: Heaven, earth and hell draw near; let all things come To hear his justice and the sinners doom: But gather first my saints (the Judge commands) Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.

3 Behold! my covenant stands for ever good, Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood, And sign'd with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new. There's no distinction here: come spread their thrones, And near me seat my favorites and my sons.

4 I their almighty Saviour and their God, I am their Judge: ye heavens, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.

5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flames of love: in vain the store Of brutal offerings that were mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed.

6 If I were hungry would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks blood? Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?

7 Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong; In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends.

8 Silent I waited with lone-suffering love, But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? And cherish such 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.

9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake, before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend; Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near.

Psalm 50:6. To the old proper Tune. The last judgment.

1 The God of glory sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From east to west the sov'reign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds, and regions of the dead: The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.

2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more; behold the day; Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh; Tempests and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him,

3 "Heaven, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come "To hear my justice and the sinner's doom; "But gather first my saints," the Judge commands, "Bring them, ye angels from their distant lands:" When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion, And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation.

4 "Behold my covenant stands for ever good, "Seal'd by th' eternal sacrifice in blood, "And sign'd with all their names, the Greek, the Jew, "That paid the ancient worship or the new." There's no distinction here: join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints, for heaven rejoices.

5 "Here (saith the Lord) ye angels, spread their thrones: "And near me seat my favorites and my sons: "Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepar'd "Ere time began! 'tis your divine reward:" When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion, And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation.

PAUSE THE FIRST.

6 "I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God, "I am the Judge: ye heavens, proclaim abroad "My just eternal sentence, and declare "Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear," When God appears all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.

7 "Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer and profane, "Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatenings vain, "Thou hypocrite, once drest in saint's attire, "I doom the painted hypocrite to fire." Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.

8 "Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain "Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain "Without the flames of love; in vain the store "Of brutal offerings that were mine before:" Earth is the Lord's; all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.

9 "If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? "When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks blood? "Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, "Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed:" All is the Lord's; he rules the wide creation: Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation.

10 "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, "Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? "Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, "Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?" God is the judge of hearts; no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises.

PAUSE THE SECOND.

11 "Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please "A God, a spirit with such toys as these! "While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, "Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong!" Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.

12 "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, "Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; "While the false flatterer at my altar waits, "His harden'd soul divine instruction hates." God is the judge of hearts; no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises.

13 "Silent I waited with long suffering love; "But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? "And cherish such an impious thought within, "That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?" See, God appears; all nature joins t' adore him; Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him.

14 "Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, "And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul; "Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear "Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near:" Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices..

EPIPHONEMA.

15 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise: Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend: Then join the saints: wake every cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation.

Psalm 51:1. First Part. L. M. A penitent pleading for pardon.

1 Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live: Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great, but not surpass The power and glory of thy grace; Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pardoning love be found.

3 O wash my Soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain my eyes.

4 My lips with shame my sins confess Against thy law, against thy grace: Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.

5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well.

6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.

Psalms 51:2. Second Part. L. M. Original and actual sin confessed.

1 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin; And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the man whose guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all.

2 Soon as we draw our infant-breath, The seeds of sin grow up for death; Thy law demands a perfect heart, But we're defil'd in every part.

3 [Great God, create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true: O make me wise betimes to spy 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 leprosy lies deep within.

5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest, Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, Can wash the dismal stain away.

6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone Hath power sufficient to atone; Thy blood can make me white as snow; No Jewish types could cleanse me so.

7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace, Nor flesh, nor soul hath rest or ease; Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice, And make my broken bones rejoice.

Psalm 51:3. Third Part. L. M. The backslider restored; or, Repentance and faith in the blood of Christ.

1 O thou that hear'st when sinners cry, Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory from thy book.

2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin; Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart.

3 I cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: Thine holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more.

4 Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, His help and comfort still 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 ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice.

6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die.

7 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pardoning God.

8 O may thy love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song; And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

Psalm 51:4. 3-13. First Part. C. M. Original and actual sin confessed and pardoned.

1 Lord, I would spread my sore distress And guilt before thine eyes; Against thy laws, against thy grace, How high my crimes arise.

2 Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell, And crush my flesh to dust, Heaven would approve thy vengeance well, And earth must own it just.

3 I from the stock of Adam 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 advanc'd, I grew A juster prey for death.

5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul With thy forgiving love; O, make my broken spirit whole, And bid my pains remove.

6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart, Nor drive me from thy face; Create anew my vicious heart, And fill it with thy grace.

7 Then will I make thy mercy known Before the sons of men; Backsliders shall address thy throne, And turn to God again.

Psalm 51:5. 14-17. Second Part. C. M. Repentance and faith in the blood of Christ.

1 O God of mercy! hear my call, My loads of guilt remove; Break down this separating wall That bars me from thy love.

2 Give me the presence of thy grace, Then my rejoicing tongue Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise my song.

3 No blood of goats, nor heifers slain, For sin could e'er atone; The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone.

4 A soul opprest with sin's desert, My God will ne'er despise; A humble groan, a broken heart Is our best sacrifice.

Psalm 53. 4-6. Victory and deliverance from persecution.

1 Are all the foes of Sion fools, Who thus devour her saints? Do they not know her Saviour rules, And pities her complaints?

2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise; For God's revenging arm Scatters the bones of them that rise To do his children harm.

3 In vain the sons of Satan boast Of armies in array: When God has first despis'd their host, They fall an easy prey.

4 O for a word from Sion's King Her captives to restore! Jacob with all his tribes shall sing, And Judah weep no more.

Psalm 55:1. 1-8 16-18 22. C. M. Support for the afflicted and tempted soul.

1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears.

2 Their rage is levell'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife To shake my hope in God.

3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound, I groan with every breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death,

4 O were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove, From all these restless things.

5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come.

6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God on whom I call Can save me here as well.

PAUSE.

7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny.

8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid.

9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word That saints shall never fall.

10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days.

Psalm 55:2. 15-17 19 22. S. M. Dangerous prosperity; or, Daily devotions encouraged.

1 Let sinners take their course, And choose the road to death; But in the worship of my God I'll spend my daily breath.

2 My thoughts address his throne When morning brings the light; I seek his blessing every noon, And pay my vows at night.

3 Thou wilt regard my cries, O my eternal God, While sinners perish in surprise Beneath thine angry rod.

4 Because they dwell at ease, And no sad changes feel, They neither fear nor trust thy Name, Nor learn to do thy will.

5 But I with all my cares Will call upon the Lord, I'll cast my burdens on his arm, And rest upon his word,

6 His arm shall well sustain The children of his love; The ground on which their safety stands No earthly power can move.

Psalm 56. Deliverance from oppression and falsehood; or, God's care of his people, in answer to faith and prayer.

1 Thou, whose justice reigns on high, And makes th' oppressor cease, Behold how envious sinners try To vex and break my peace!

2 The Sons of violence and lies Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly dangers rise, My refuge is thy word.

3 In God most holy, just, and true, I have repos'd my trust; Nor will I fear what flesh can do, The offspring of the dust.

4 They wrest my words to mischief still, Charge me with unknown faults; Mischief doth all their councils fill, And malice all their thoughts.

5 Shall they escape without thy frown? Must their devices stand? O cast the haughty sinner down, And let him know thy hand!

PAUSE.

6 God counts the sorrows of his saints, Their groans affect his ears; Thou hast a book for my complaints, A bottle for my tears.

7 When to thy throne I raise my cry The wicked fear and flee; So swift is prayer to reach the sky, So near is God to me.

8 In thee, most holy, just, and true, I have repos'd my trust; Nor will I fear what man can do, The offspring of the dust.

9 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, Thou shalt receive my praise; I'll sing, "how faithful is thy word, "How righteous all thy ways!"

10 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death; O set thy prisoner free, That heart and hand, and life and breath May be employ'd for thee.

Psalm 57. Praise for protection, grace, and truth.

1 My God, in whom are all the springs Of boundless love and grace unknown, Hide me beneath thy spreading wings Till the dark cloud is overblown.

2 Up to the heavens I send my cry, The Lord will my desires perform; He sends his angel from the sky, And saves me from the threatening storm.

3 Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the heavens 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 shall raise Immortal honours to thy Name; Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, My tongue, the glory of my frame.

5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die.

6 Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the heavens where angels dwell; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell.

Psalm 58. As the 113th Psalm. Warning to magistrates.

1 Judges, who rule the world by laws, Will ye despise the righteous cause, When th' injur'd poor before you stands? Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, And let rich sinners 'scape secure, While gold and greatness bribe your hands?

2 Have ye forgot, or never knew, That God will judge the judges too? High in the heavens his justice reigns? Yet you invade the rights of God, And send your bold decrees abroad, To bind the conscience in your chains.

3 A poison'd arrow is your tongue, The arrow sharp, the poison strong, And death attends where'er it wounds: You hear no counsels, cries or tears; So the deaf adder stops her ears Against the power of charming sounds.

4 Break out their teeth, eternal God, Those teeth of lions dy'd in blood; And crush the serpents in the dust: As empty chaff when whirlwinds rise, Before the sweeping tempest flies, So let their hopes and names be lost.

5 Th' Almighty thunders from the sky, Their grandeur melts, their titles die, As hills of snow dissolve and run, Or snails that perish in their slime, Or births that come before their time, Vain births, that never see the sun.

6 Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord Safety and joy to saints afford; And all that hear shall join and say, "Sure there's a God that rules on high, "A God that hears his children cry, "And will their sufferings well repay."

Psalm 60. 1-5 10-12. On a day of humiliation for disappointments in war.

1 Lord, hast thou cast the nation off? Must 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 dismay.

3 Great Britain shakes beneath thy stroke, And dreads thy threatening hand; O heal the island thou hast broke, Confirm the wavering land.

4 Lift up a banner in the field, For those that fear thy Name; Save thy beloved with thy shield, And put our foes to shame.

5 Go with our armies to the fight, Like a confederate God; In vain confederate powers unite Against thy lifted rod.

6 Our troops shall gain a wide renown By thine assisting hand; 'Tis God that treads the mighty down, And makes the feeble stand.

Psalm 61. 1-6. Safety in God.

1 When overwhelm'd with grief My heart within me dies, Helpless and far from all relief To heaven I lift mine eyes.

2 O lead me to the rock That's high above my head, And make the covert of thy wings My shelter and my shade.

3 Within thy presence, Lord, For ever I'll abide; Thou art the tower of my defence, The refuge where I hide.

4 Thou givest me the lot Of those that fear thy Name; If endless life be their reward, I shall possess the same.

Psalm 62. 5-12. No trust in the creatures; or, Faith in divine grace and power.

1 My spirit looks to God alone; My rock and refuge is his throne; In all my fears, in all my straits, My soul on his salvation waits.

2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways, Pour out your hearts before his face: When helpers fail, and foes invade, God is our all-sufficient aid.

3 False are the men of high degree, The baser sort are vanity; Laid in the balance both appear Light as a puff of empty air.

4 Make not increasing gold your trust, Nor set your heart on glittering dust; Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke; And not believe what God hath spoke?

5 Once has his awful voice declar'd, Once and again my ears have heard, "All power is his eternal due; "He must be fear'd and trusted too."

6 For sovereign power reigns not alone, Grace is a partner of the throne: Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord, Shall well divide our last reward.

Psalm 63:1. 1 2 5 34. First Part. C. M. The morning of a Lord's day.

1 Early, my God, without delay I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace.

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die.

3 I've seen thy glory and thy power Thro' all thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine.

4 Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when thy richer grace I taste, And in thy presence dwell.

5 Not life itself with all her joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice As thy forgiving love.

6 Thus till my last expiring day I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing.

Psalm 63:2. 6-10. Second Part. Midnight thoughts recollected.

1 'Twas in the watches of the night I thought upon thy power, I kept thy lovely face in sight Amidst the darkest hour.

2 My flesh lay resting on my bed, My soul arose on high; "My God, my life, my hope," I said, "Bring thy salvation nigh."

3 My spirit labours up thine hill, And climbs the heavenly road; But thy right hand upholds me still, While I pursue my God.

4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head The shadow of thy wings; My heart rejoices in thine aid, My tongue awakes and sings.

5 But the destroyers of my peace Shall fret and rage in vain; The tempter shall for ever cease, And all my sins be slain.

6 Thy sword shall give my foes to death, And send them down to dwell In the dark caverns of the earth, Or to the deeps of hell.

Psalm 63:3. L. M. Longing after God; or, The love of God better than life.

1 Great God, indulge my humble claim Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose thy Name Stand all engag'd to make me blest.

2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God; And I am thine by sacred 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 thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water-brook.

4 With early feet I love t' appear Among thy saints and seek thy face; Oft have I seen thy glory there, And felt the power of sovereign grace.

5 Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste, Not all the joys our senses know, Could make me so divinely blest Or raise my cheerful passions so.

6 My life itself without thy love No taste of pleasure could afford; 'Twould but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banish'd from the Lord.

7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night, When busy cares afflict my head One thought of thee gives new delight, And adds refreshment to my bed.

8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days.

Psalm 63:4. S. M. Seeking God.

1 My God, permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine, And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine.

2 My thirsty fainting soul Thy mercy doth implore; Not travellers in desert lands Can pant for water more.

3 Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place, Thy power and glory to behold, And feel thy quickening grace.

4 For life without thy love No relish can afford; No joy can be compar'd to this, To serve and please the Lord.

5 To thee I'll lift my hands, And praise thee while I live; Not the rich dainties of a feast Such food or pleasure give.

6 In wakeful hours at night I call my God to mind; I think how wise thy counsels are, And all thy dealings kind.

7 Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies, And on thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies.

8 The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps; I follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps.

Psalm 65:1. 1-5. First Part. L. M. Public prayer and praise.

1 The praise of Sion waits for thee, My God; and praise becomes thy house; There shall thy saints thy glory see, And there perform their public vows.

2 O thou, whose mercy bends the skies To save when humble sinners pray, All lands to thee shall lift their eyes And islands of the northern sea.

3 Against my will my sins prevail, But grace shall purge away their stain; The blood of Christ will never fail To wash my garments white again.

4 Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose, And give him kind access to thee, Give him a place within thy house, To taste thy love divinely free.

PAUSE.

5 Let Babel fear when Sion prays; Babel, prepare for long distress When Sion's God himself arrays In terror, and in righteousness.

6 With dreadful glory God fulfils What his afflicted saints request; And with almighty wrath reveals His love to give his churches rest.

7 Then shall the flocking nations run To Sion's hill, and own their Lord; The rising and the setting sun Shall see their Saviour's name ador'd.

Psalm 65:2. 5-13. Second Part. L. M. Divine providence in air, earth, and sea; or, The God of nature and grace.

1 The God of our salvation hears The groans of Sion mix'd with tears; Yet when he comes with kind designs, Thro' all the way his terror shines.

2 On him the race of man depends, Far as the earth's remotest ends, Where the Creator's Name is known By nature's feeble light alone.

3 Sailors, that travel o'er the flood, Address their frighted souls to God; When tempests rage and billows roar At dreadful distance from the shore.

4 He bids the noisy tempest cease; He calms the raging crowd to peace, When a tumultuous nation raves Wild as the winds, and loud as waves.

5 Whole kingdoms shaken by the storm He settles in a peaceful form; Mountains establish'd by his hand, Firm on their old foundations stand.

6 Behold his ensigns sweep the sky, New comets blaze and lightnings fly, The heathen lands, with swift surprise, From the bright horrors turn their eyes.

7 At his command the morning-ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day; He guides the sun's declining wheels Over the tops of western hills.

8 Seasons and times obey his voice; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit and drest in flowers.

9 'Tis from his watery stores on high He gives the thirsty ground supply; He walks upon the clouds, and thence Doth his enriching drops dispense.

10 The desert grows a fruitful field, Abundant food the vallies yield; The vallies shout with cheerful voice, And neighb'ring hills repeat their joys.

11 The pastures smile in green array; There lambs and larger cattle play; The larger cattle and the lamb Each in his language speaks thy Name.

12 Thy works pronounce thy power divine, O'er every field thy glories shine; Thro' every month thy gifts appear; Great God! thy goodness crowns the year.

Psalm 65:3. First Part. C. M. A prayer-hearing God, and the Gentiles called.

1 Praise waits in Sion, Lord, for thee; There shall our vows be paid: Thou hast an ear when sinners pray, All flesh shall seek thine aid.

2 Lord, our iniquities prevail, But pardoning grace is thine, And thou wilt grant us power and skill To conquer every sin.

3 Bless'd are the men whom thou wilt choose To bring them near thy face, Give them a dwelling in thine house To feast upon thy grace.

4 In answering what thy church requests Thy truth and terror shine, And works of dreadful righteousness Fulfil thy kind design.

5 Thus shall the wondering nations see The Lord is good and just; And distant islands fly to thee, And make thy Name their trust.

6 They dread thy glittering tokens, Lord, When signs in heaven appear; But they shall learn thy holy word, And love as well as fear.

Psalm 65:4. Second Part. C. M. The providence of God in air, earth, and sea; or, The blessing of rain.

1 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand, God of eternal power; The sea grows calm at thy command, And tempests cease to roar.

2 Thy morning light and evening shade Successive comforts bring; Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad, Thy flowers adorn the spring.

3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours, Heaven, earth, and air are thine; When clouds distil in fruitful showers, The author is divine.

4 Those wandering cisterns in the sky, Borne by the winds around, With watery treasures well supply The furrows of the ground.

5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill, And ranks of corn appear; Thy ways abound with blessings still, Thy goodness crowns the year.

Psalm 65:5. Third Part. C. M. The blessing: of the spring; or, God gives rain. A psalm for the husbandman.

1 Good is the Lord, the heavenly King, Who makes the earth his care, Visits the pastures every spring, And bids the grass appear.

2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high, Pour out, at thy command, Their watery blessings from the sky, To cheer the thirsty land.

3 The soften'd ridges of the field Permit the corn to spring; The vallies rich provision yield, And the poor labourers sing.

4 The little hills on every side Rejoice at falling showers; The meadows, drest in all their pride, Perfume the air with flowers.

5 The barren clods, refresh'd with rain, Promise a joyful crop; The parching grounds look green again, And raise the reaper's hope.

6 The various months thy goodness crowns; How bounteous are thy ways; The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs, And shepherds shout thy praise.

Psalm 66:1. First Part. Governing power and goodness; or, Our graces tried by afflictions.

1 Sing, all ye nations, to the Lord, Sing with a joyful noise; With melody of sound record His honours, and your joys.

2 Say to the power that shakes the sky, "How terrible art thou! "Sinners before thy presence fly, "Or at thy feet they bow."

3 [Come, see the wonders of our God, How glorious are his ways: In Moses' hand he puts his rod, And cleaves the frighted seas.

4 He made the ebbing channel dry, While Israel pass'd the flood; There did the church begin their joy, And triumph in their God.]

5 He rules by his resistless might: Will rebel mortals dare Provoke th' Eternal to the fight, And tempt that dreadful war?

6 O bless our God and never cease; Ye saints, fulfil his praise; He keeps our life, maintains our peace, And guides our doubtful ways.

7 Lord, thou hast prov'd our suffering souls, To make our graces shine; So silver bears the burning coals The metal to refine.

8 Thro' watery deeps and fiery ways We march at thy command, Led to possess the promis'd place By thine unerring hand.

Psalm 66:2. 13-20. Second Part. Praise to God for hearing prayer.

1 Now shall my solemn vows be paid To that Almighty power, That heard the long requests I made In my distressful hour.

2 My lips and cheerful heart prepare To make his mercies known; Come, ye that fear my God, and hear The wonders he has done.

3 When on my head huge sorrows fell, I sought his heavenly aid, He sav'd my sinking soul from hell, And death's eternal shade.

4 If sin lay cover'd in my heart, While prayer employ'd my tongue, The Lord had shewn me no regard, Nor I his praises sung.

5 But God, (his Name be ever blest) Hath set my spirit free, Nor turn'd from him my poor request, Nor turn'd his heart from me.

Psalm 67. The nation's prosperity and the church's increase.

1 Shine, mighty God, on Britain shine With beams of heavenly grace; Reveal thy power thro' all our coasts, And shew thy smiling face.

2 [Amidst our isle, exalted high, Do thou our glory stand, And like a wall of guardian fire Surround the favourite land.]

3 When shall thy Name, from shore to shore, Sound all the earth abroad, And distant nations know and love Their Saviour and their God?

4 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Sing loud with solemn voice; While British tongues exalt his praise, And British hearts rejoice.

5 He the great Lord, the sovereign Judge, That sits enthron'd above, Wisely commands the worlds he made In justice and in love.

6 Earth shall obey her Maker's will, And yield a full increase; Our God will crown his chosen isle With fruitfulness and peace.

7 God the Redeemer scatters round His choicest favours here, While the creation's utmost bound Shall see, adore, and fear.

Psalm 68:1. 1-6 32-35. First Part. The vengeance and compassion of God.

1 Let God arise in all his might, And put the troops of hell to flight, As smoke that sought to cloud the skies Before the rising tempest flies.

2 [He comes array'd in burning flames; Justice and vengeance are his names: Behold his fainting foes expire Like melting wax before the fire.]

3 He rides and thunders thro' the sky; His name Jehovah sounds on high: Sing to his Name, ye sons of grace; Ye saints, rejoice before his face.

4 The widow and the fatherless Fly to his aid in sharp distress; In him the poor and helpless find A Judge that's just, a Father kind.

5 He breaks the captive's heavy chain, And prisoners see the light again; But rebels that dispute his will, Shall dwell in chains and darkness still.

PAUSE.

6 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong; Crown him, ye nations, in your song; His wondrous names and powers rehearse; His honours shall enrich your verse.

7 He shakes the heavens with loud alarms; How terrible is God in arms! In Israel are his mercies known, Israel is his peculiar throne.

8 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest! He's your defence, your joy, your rest: When terrors rise and nations faint, God is the strength of every saint.

Psalm 68:2. 17 18. Second Part. Christ's ascension, and the gift of the Spirit.

1 Lord, when thou didst ascend on high, Ten thousand angels fill'd the sky; Those 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 struck the chosen tribes with awe.

3 How bright the triumph none can tell, When the rebellious powers of hell That thousand souls had captive made, Were all in chains like captives led.

4 Rais'd by his Father to the throne, He sent the promis'd Spirit down, With gifts and grace for rebel men, That God might dwell on earth again.

Psalm 68:3. 19 9 20-2. Third Part. Praise for temporal blessings; or, Common and special mercies.

1 We bless the Lord, the just, the good, Who fills our hearts with joy and food; Who pours his blessings from the skies, And loads our days with rich supplies.

2 He sends the sun his circuit round, To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground; He bids the clouds with plenteous rain Refresh the thirsty earth again.

3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, And all our near escapes 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 blessings of his love; But the wide difference that remains, Is endless joy, or endless pains.

5 The Lord, that bruis'd the serpent's head, On all the serpent's seed shall tread; The stubborn sinner's hope confound, And smite him with a lasting wound.

6 But his right hand his saints shall raise From the deep earth, or deeper seas, And bring them to his courts above, There shall they taste his special love.

Psalm 69:1. 1-14. First Part. C. M. The sufferings of Christ for our salvation.

1 "Save me, O God, the swelling floods "Break in upon my soul: "I sink, and sorrows o'er my head "Like mighty waters roll.

2 "I cry till all my voice be gone, "In tears I waste the day: "My God behold my longing eyes, "And shorten thy delay.

3 "They hate my soul without a cause, "And still their number grows "More than the hairs around my head, "And mighty are my foes.

4 "'Twas then I paid that dreadful debt "That men could never pay, "And gave those honours to thy law "Which sinners took away."

5 Thus in the great Messiah's name, The royal prophet mourns; Thus he awakes our hearts to grief, And gives us joy by turns.

6 "Now shall the saints rejoice and find "Salvation in my Name: "For I have borne their heavy load Of sorrow, pain, and shame.

7 "Grief, like a garment, cloth'd me round, "And sackcloth was my dress, "While I procur'd for naked souls "A robe of righteousness.

8 "Amongst my brethren and the Jews "I like a stranger stood, "And bore their vile reproach to bring "The Gentiles near to God.

9 "I came in sinful mortals' stead, "To do my Father's will; "Yet when I cleans'd my father's house "They scandaliz'd my zeal.

10 "My fasting and my holy groans "Were made the drunkard's song; "But God, from his celestial throne, "Heard my complaining tongue.

11 "He sav'd me from the dreadful deep, "Nor let my soul be drown'd; "He rais'd and fix'd my sinking feet "On well establish'd ground.

12 "'Twas in a most accepted hour "My prayer arose on high, "And for my sake my God shall hear "The dying sinner's cry."

Psalm 69:2. 14-21 26 29 32. 2d Part. C. M. The passion and exaltation of Christ.

1 Now let our lips with holy fear And mournful pleasure sing The sufferings of our great High-Priest, The sorrows of our King.

2 He sinks in floods of deep distress: How high the waters rise! While to his heavenly Father's ear He sends perpetual cries.

3 "Hear me, O Lord, and save thy Son, "Nor hide thy shining face; "Why should thy favorite look like one "Forsaken of thy grace?

4 "With rage they persecute the man "That groans beneath thy wound, "While for a sacrifice I pour "My life upon the ground.

5 "They tread my honour to the dust, "And laugh when I complain "Their sharp insulting slanders add "Fresh anguish to my pain.

6 "All my reproach is known to thee, "The scandal and the shame; "Reproach has broke my bleeding heart, "And lies defil'd my Name.

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 thirst; "They give me gall for food; "And sporting with my dying groans, "They triumph in my blood.

9 "Shine into my distressed soul, "Let thy compassion save; "And tho' my flesh sink down to death, "Redeem it from the grave.

10 "I shall arise to praise thy Name, "Shall reign in worlds unknown; "And thy salvation, O my God, "Shall seat me on thy throne."

Psalm 69:3. Third Part. C. M. Christ's obedience and death; or, God glorified and sinners saved.

1 Father, I sing thy wondrous grace, I bless my Saviour's Name, He bought salvation for the poor, And bore the sinner's shame.

2 His deep distress has rais'd us high, His duty and his zeal Fulfill'd the law which mortals broke, And finish'd all thy will.

3 His dying groans, his living songs Shall better please my God Than harp or trumpet's solemn sound, Than goats' or bullocks' blood.

4 This shall his humble followers see, And set their hearts at rest; They by his death draw near to thee, And live for ever blest.

5 Let heaven, and all that dwell on high, To God their voices raise, While lands and seas assist the sky, And join t' advance the praise.

6 Zion is thine, most holy God; Thy Son shall bless her gates; And glory purchas'd by his blood For thine own Israel waits.

Psalm 69:4. First Part. L. M. Christ's passion, and sinners' salvation.

1 Deep in our hearts let us record The deeper sorrows of our Lord; Behold the rising billows roll To overwhelm his holy soul.

2 In long complaints he spends his breath, While hosts of hell, and powers of death, And all the sons of malice join To execute their curst design.

3 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love Has made the curse a blessing prove; Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son Aton'd for sins which we had done.

4 The pangs of our expiring Lord The honours of thy law restor'd; His sorrows made thy justice known, And paid for follies not his own.

6 O for his sake our guilt forgive, And let the mourning sinner live; The Lord will hear us in his Name, Nor shall our hope be turn'd to shame.

Psalm 69:5. 7 &c. Second Part. L. M. Christ's sufferings and zeal.

1 'Twas for thy sake, eternal God, Thy son sustain'd that heavy load Of base reproach and sore disgrace, And shame defil'd his sacred face.

2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin, Abus'd the man that check'd their sin: While he fulfill'd thy holy laws, They hate him, but without a cause.

3 ["My Father's house, said he, was made "A place for worship, not for trade;" Then scattering all their gold and brass, He scourg'd the merchants from the place.]

4 [Zeal for the temple of his God Consum'd his life, expos'd his blood: Reproaches at thy glory thrown He felt, and mourn'd them as his own.]

5 [His friends forsook, his followers fled, While foes and arms surround his head; They curse him with a slanderous tongue, And the false judge maintains the wrong.]

6 His life they load with hateful lies, And charge his lips with blasphemies; They nail him to the shameful tree: There hung the man that dy'd for me.

7 [Wretches with hearts as hard as stones, Insult his piety and groans; Gall was the food they gave him there, And mock'd his thirst with vinegar.]

8 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 71:1. 5-9. First Part. The aged saint's reflection and hope.

1 My God, my everlasting hope, I live upon thy truth; Thine hands have held my childhood up, And strengthen'd all my youth.

2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy power, With all these limbs of mine; And from my mother's painful hour I've been entirely thine.

3 Still has my life new wonders seen Repeated every year; Behold my days that yet remain, I trust them to thy care.

4 Cast me not off when strength declines, When hoary hairs arise; And round me let thy glories shine Whene'er thy servant dies.

5 Then in the history of my age, When men review my days, They'll read thy love in every page, In every line thy praise.

Psalm 71:2. 15 14 16 23 22 24. 2d Part. Christ our strength and righteousness.

1 My Saviour, my almighty Friend, When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting trust, Thy goodness I adore; And since I knew thy graces first I speak thy glories more.

3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road, And march with courage in thy strength To see my Father God.

4 When I am fill'd with sore distress For some surprising sin, I'll plead thy perfect righteousness, 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 sing.

6 [My tongue shall all the day proclaim My Saviour and my God; His death has brought my foes to shame, And drown'd them in his blood.

7 Awake, awake my tuneful powers; With this delightful song I'll entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long.]

Psalm 71:3. 17-21. Third Part. The aged Christian's prayer and song; or, Old age, death, and the resurrection.

1 God of my childhood and my youth, The guide of all my days, I have declar'd thy heavenly truth, And told thy wondrous ways.

2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, And leave my fainting heart? Who shall sustain my sinking 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 shall quit the stage.

4 The land of silence and of death Attends my next remove; O may these poor remains of breath Teach the wide world thy love.

PAUSE.

5 Thy righteousness is deep and high, Unsearchable thy deeds; Thy glory spreads beyond the sky, And all my praise exceeds.

6 Oft have I heard thy threatenings roar, And oft endur'd the grief; But when thy hand has press'd me sore, Thy grace was my relief.

7 By long experience have I known Thy sovereign power to save; At thy command I venture down Securely to the grave.

8 When I lie buried deep in dust, My flesh shall be thy care These withering limbs with thee I trust To raise them strong and fair.

Psalm 72:1. First Part. The kingdom of Christ.

1 Great God, whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to thy Son, Extend his power, exalt his throne.

2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands, All heaven submits to his commands; His justice shall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail no more.

3 With power he vindicates the just, And treads th' oppressor in the dust; His worship and his fear shall last Till hours and years and time be past.

4 As rain on meadows newly mown So shall he send his influence down; His grace on fainting souls distils Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills.

5 The heathen lands that lie beneath The shades of overspreading death, Revive at his first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight.

6 The saints shall flourish in his days, Drest in the robes of joy and praise; Peace like a river from his throne Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

Psalm 72:2. Second Part. Christ's kingdom among the Gentiles.

1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journies run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

2 [Behold the islands with their kings, And Europe her best tribute brings; From north to south the princes meet To pay their homage at his feet.

3 There Persia glorious to behold, There India shines in eastern gold: And barbarous nations at his word Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.]

4 For him shall endless prayer be made And princes throng to crown his head; His Name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice.

5 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song: And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his Name.

6 Blessings abound where'er he reigns, The prisoner leaps to lose his chains, The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.

7 [Where he displays his healing power, Death and the curse are known no more; In him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost.

8 Let every creature rise, and bring Peculiar honours to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the long Amen.]

Psalm 73:1. First Part. C. M. Afflicted saints happy, and prosperous sinners cursed.

1 Now I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind To men of heart sincere, Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd And border'd on despair.

2 I griev'd to see the wicked thrive, And spoke with angry breath, "How pleasant and profane they live! "How peaceful is their death!

3 "With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes "They lay their fears to sleep; "Against the heavens their slanders rise, "While saints in silence weep.

4 "In vain I lift my hands to pray, "And cleanse my heart in vain, "For I am chasten'd all the day, "The night renews my pain.'

5 Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints, I felt my heart reprove; "Sure I shall thus offend thy saints, "And grieve the men I love."

6 But still I found my doubts too hard, The conflict too severe, Till I retir'd to search thy word, And learn thy secrets there.

7 There, as in some prophetic glass, I saw the sinner's feet High mounted on a slippery place, Beside a fiery pit.

8 I heard the wretch profanely boast, Till at thy frown he fell; His honours in a dream were lost, And he awakes in hell.

9 Lord, what an envious fool I was! How like a thoughtless beast! Thus to suspect thy promis'd grace, And think the wicked blest.

10 Yet I was kept from full despair, Upheld by power unknown; That blessed hand that broke the snare Shall guide me to thy throne.

Psalm 73:2. 23-8. Second Part. God our portion here and hereafter.

1 God my supporter and my hope, My help for ever near, Thine arm of mercy held me up When sinking in despair.

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Thro' this dark wilderness; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat To dwell before thy face.

3 Were I in heaven without my God, 'Twould be no joy to me; And whilst this earth is my abode, I long for none but thee.

4 What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint! God is my soul's eternal rock, The strength of every saint.

5 Behold the sinners that remove Far from thy presence die; Not all the idol gods they love Can save them when they cry.

6 But to draw near to thee, my God, Shall be my sweet employ; My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy.

Psalm 73:3. 22 3 6 17-20. L. M. The prosperity of sinners cursed.

1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine To see the wicked plac'd on high, In pride and robes of honour shine!

2 But O their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so: On slippery rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below.

3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again; There they may stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain.

4 Their fancy'd joys, how fast they flee! Just like a dream when man awakes; Their songs of softest harmony Are but a preface to their plagues.

5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine Too dear to purchase with my blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God.

Psalm 73:4. S. M. The mystery of providence unfolded.

1 Sure there's a righteous God, Nor is religion vain, Tho' men of vice may boast aloud, And men of grace complain.

2 I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools with scornful eyes In robes of honour shine.

3 [Pamper'd with wanton ease, Their flesh looks full and fair, Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas, And grows without their care.

4 Free from the plagues and pains That pious souls endure, Thro' all their life oppression reigns And racks the humble poor.

5 Their impious tongues blaspheme The everlasting God; Their malice blasts the good man's name, And spreads their lies abroad.

6 But I with flowing tears Indulge my doubts to rise "Is there a God that sees or hears "The things below the skies?"]

7 The tumults of my thought Held me in hard suspense, Till to thy house my feet were brought To learn thy justice thence.

8 Thy word with light and power Did my mistakes attend; I view'd the sinners' life before, But here I learnt their end.

9 On what a slippery steep The thoughtless wretches go; And O that dreadful fiery deep That waits their fall below.

10 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 74. The church pleading with God under sore persecutions.

1 Will God for ever cast us off? His wrath for ever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock?

2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer's blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood.

3 Lift up thy feet and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls.

4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang Thy foes profanely roar; Over thy gates their ensigns hang, Sad tokens of their power.

5 How are the seats of worship broke! They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke Procures the chief renown.

6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their nest; "Come let us burn at once (they cry) The temple and the priest."

7 And still to heighten our distress Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone.

8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes, But all the seers mourn; There's not a soul amongst us knows The time of thy return.

PAUSE.

9 How long, eternal God, how long Shall men of pride blaspheme? Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame?

10 Canst thou for ever sit and hear Thine holy Name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still withhold thine hand?

11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other God we own, No other God adore.

12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight.

13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day? Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way?

14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer's heat and winter's frost, In their perpetual rounds?

15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred power blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd Name?

16 Think on the covenant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade And vex thy mourning dove.

17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thy own cause, almighty God! And give thy children rest.

Psalm 75. Power and government from God alone. Applied to the glorious Revolution by King William, or the happy Accession of King George to the Throne.

1 To thee, most holy, and most high, To thee, we bring our thankful praise; Thy works declare thy name is nigh, Thy works of wonder and of grace.

2 Britain was doom'd to be a slave, Her frame dissolv'd, her fears were great; When God a new supporter gave To bear the pillars of the state.

3 He from thy hand receiv'd his crown, And sware to rule by wholesome laws His foot shall tread th' oppressor down, His arm defend the righteous cause.

4 Let haughty sinners sink their pride, Nor lift so high their scornful head; But lay their foolish thoughts aside, And own the king that God hath made.

5 Such honours never come by chance, Nor do the winds promotion blow; 'Tis God the judge doth one advance, 'Tis God that lays another low.

6 No vain pretence to royal birth Shall fix a tyrant on the throne: God the great sovereign of the earth Will rise and make his justice known.

7 [His hand holds out the dreadful cup Of vengeance, mix'd with various plagues, To make the wicked drink them up, Wring out and taste the bitter dregs.

8 Now shall the Lord exalt the just, And while he tramples on the proud, And lays their glory in the dust, My lips shall sing his praise aloud.]

Psalm 76. Israel saved, and the Assyrians destroyed; or, God's vengeance against his enemies proceeds from his church.

1 In Judah God of old was known; His Name in Israel great; In Salem stood his holy throne, And Sion was his seat.

2 Among the praises of his saints His dwelling there he chose; There he receiv'd their just complaints Against their haughty foes.

3 From Sion went his dreadful word, And broke the threatening spear; The bow, the arrows, and the sword, And crush'd th' Assyrian war.

4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms else But mighty hills of prey? The hill on which Jehovah dwells Is glorious more than they.

5 'Twas Sion's King that stopt the breath Of captains and their bands: The men of might slept fast in death, And never found their hands.

6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God, Both horse and chariot fell; Who knows the terrors of thy rod? Thy vengeance who can tell?

7 What power can stand before thy sight When once thy wrath appears? When heaven shines round with dreadful light, The earth lies still and fears.

8 When God in his own sovereign ways Comes down to save th' opprest, The wrath of man shall work his praise, And he'll restrain the rest.

9 [Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring, Ye princes, fear his frown: His terror shakes the proudest king, And cuts an army down.

10 The thunder of his sharp rebuke Our haughty foes shall feel: For Jacob's God hath not forsook, But dwells in Sion still.]

Psalm 77:1. First Part. Melancholy assaulting, and hope prevailing.

1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And fill'd the night with fear.

2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief.

3 Still I complain'd, and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbid my rest, And kept my eyes awake.

4 My overwhelming sorrows grew Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o'er.

5 I call'd back years and ancient times, When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might withhold thy grace.

6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His face appear no more?

7 Will he for ever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail?

8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark despairing frame, Rememb'ring what thy hand hath wrought, Thy hand is still the same.

9 I'll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o'er; Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more.

10 Grace dwells with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord.

Psalm 77:2. Second Part. Comfort derived from ancient providences; or, Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan.

1 "How awful is thy chastening rod!" (May thine own children say) "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! "How holy is his way!"

2 I'll meditate his works of old; The King that reigns above; I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love.

3 Long did the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke opprest: Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest.

4 The sons of good old Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their foes; But his almighty arm redeem'd The nation that he chose.

5 Israel, his people, and his sheep, Must follow where he calls; He bid them venture thro' the deep, And made the waves their walls.

6 The waters saw thee, mighty God! The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room.

7 Strange was thy journey thro' the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown, Terrors attend the wondrous way That brings thy mercies down.

8 [Thy voice with terror in the sound Thro' clouds and darkness broke; All heaven in lightning shone around, And earth with thunder shook.

9 Thine arrows thro' the skies were hurl'd; How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seiz'd the world, And his own saints ador'd.

10 He gave them water from the rock; And safe by Moses' hand Thro' a dry desert led his flock Home to the promis'd land.]

Psalm 78:1. First Part. Providence of God recorded; or, Pious education and instruction of children.

1 Let children hear the mighty deeds, Which God perform'd of old, Which in our younger years we saw, And which our fathers told.

2 He bids us make his glories known, His works of power and grace; And we'll convey his wonders down Thro' every rising race.

3 Our lips shall tell them to our Sons, And they again to theirs, That generations yet unborn May teach them to their heirs.

4 Thus shall they learn in God alone Their hope securely stands, That they may ne'er forget his works, But practise his commands.

Psalm 78:2. Second Part. Israel's rebellion and punishment; or, The sins and chastisements of God's people.

1 What a stiff rebellious house Was Jacob's ancient race! False to their own most solemn vows, And to their Maker's grace.

2 They broke the covenant of his love, And did his laws despise, Forgot the works he wrought to prove His power before their eyes.

3 They saw the plagues on Egypt light, From his revenging hand: What dreadful tokens of his might Spread o'er the stubborn land!

4 They saw him cleave the mighty sea, And march'd in safety thro', With watery walls to guard their way, Till they had 'scap'd the foe.

5 A wondrous pillar mark'd the road, Compos'd of shade and light; By day it prov'd a sheltering cloud, A leading fire by night.

6 He from the rock their thirst supply'd; The gushing waters fell, And ran in rivers by their side, A constant miracle.

7 Yet they provok'd the Lord most high, And dar'd distrust his hand; "Can he with bread our host supply "Amidst this desert land?"

8 The Lord with indignation heard, And caus'd his wrath to flame His terrors ever stand prepar'd To vindicate his Name.

Psalm 78:3. Third Part. The punishment of luxury and intemperance; or, Chastisement and salvation.

1 When Israel sins, the Lord reproves, And fills their hearts with dread; Yet he forgives the men he loves, And sends them heavenly bread.

2 He fed them with a liberal hand, And made his treasures known; He gave the midnight clouds command To pour provision down.

3 The manna, like a morning shower, Lay thick around their feet; The corn of heaven, so light, so pure, As tho' 'twere angels' meat.

4 But they in murmuring language said, "Manna is all our feast; "We loathe this light, this airy bread; "We must have flesh to taste."

5 "Ye shall have flesh to please your lust;" The Lord in wrath reply'd, And sent them quails like sand or dust, Heap'd up from side to side.

6 He gave them all their own desire; And greedy as they fed, His vengeance burnt with secret fire, And smote the rebels dead.

7 When some were slain, the rest return'd, And sought the Lord with tears; Under the rod they fear'd and mourn'd, But soon forgot their fears.

8 Oft he chastis'd and still forgave, Till by his gracious hand The nation he resolv'd to save, Possess'd the promis'd land.

Psalm 78:4. 32 &c. Fourth Part. Backsliding and forgiveness; or, Sin punished, and saints saved.

1 Great God, how oft did Israel prove By turns thine anger and thy love! There in a glass our hearts may see How fickle and how false they be.

2 How soon the faithless Jews forgot The dreadful wonders God had wrought! Then they provoke him to his face, Nor fear his power, nor trust his grace.

3 The Lord consum'd their years in pain, And made their travels long and vain; A tedious march thro' unknown ways Wore out their strength and spent their days.

4 Oft when they saw their brethren slain, They mourn'd and sought the Lord again; Call'd him the Rock of their abode, Their high Redeemer and their God.

5 Their prayers and vows before him rise As flattering words or solemn lies, While their rebellious tempers prove False to his covenant and his love.

6 Yet did his sovereign grace forgive The men who not deserv'd to live; His anger oft away he turn'd, Or else with gentle flame it burn'd.

7 He saw their flesh was weak and frail, He saw temptation still prevail The God of Abraham lov'd them still, And led them to his holy hill.

Psalm 80. The church's prayer under affliction; or, The vineyard of God wasted.

1 Great Shepherd of thine Israel, Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And led the tribes, thy chosen sheep, Safe thro' the desert and the deep.

2 Thy church is in the desert now, Shine from on high and guide us thro'; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.

3 Great God, whom heavenly hosts obey, How long shall we lament and pray, And wait in vain thy kind return? How long shall thy fierce anger burn?

4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread, Thy saints with their own tears are fed; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.

PAUSE I.

5 Hast thou not planted with thy hands A lovely vine in heathen lands? Did not thy power defend it round, And heavenly dews enrich the ground?

6 How did the spreading branches shoot, And bless the nations with the fruit! But now, dear Lord, look down and see Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree.

7 Why is its beauty thus defac'd? Why hast thou laid her fences waste? Strangers and foes against her join, And every beast devours the vine.

8 Return, almighty God, return, Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.

PAUSE II.

9 Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew Thou wast its strength and glory too; Attack'd in vain by all its foes, Till the fair Branch of Promise rose;

10 Fair Branch, ordain'd of old to shoot From David's stock, from Jacob's root; Himself a noble vine, and we The lesser branches of the tree.

11 'Tis thy own Son, and he shall stand Girt with thy strength at thy right hand; Thy first-born Son, adorn'd and blest With power and grace above the rest.

12 O! for his sake attend our cry, Shine on thy churches lest they die; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.

Psalm 81. 1 8 16. The warnings of God to his people; or, Spiritual blessings and punishments.

1 Sing to the Lord aloud, And make a joyful noise; God is our strength, our Saviour God; Let Israel hear his voice.

2 "From vile idolatry "Preserve my worship clean; "I am the Lord who set thee free "From slavery and sin.

3 "Stretch thy desires abroad, "And I'll supply them well "But if ye will refuse your God, "If Israel will rebel,

4 "I'll leave them," saith the Lord, "To their own lusts a prey, "And let them run the dangerous road, "'Tis their own chosen way.

5 "Yet O! that all my saints "Would hearken to my voice! "Soon I would ease their sore complaints, "And bid their hearts rejoice.

6 "While I destroy their foes, "I'd richly feed my flock, "And they should taste the stream that flows "From their eternal Rock."

Psalm 82. God the supreme Governor; or, Magistrates warned.

1 Among th' assemblies of the great, A greater Ruler takes his seat; The God of heaven, as Judge, surveys Those gods on earth and all their ways.

2 Why will ye then frame wicked laws? Or why support th' unrighteous cause? When will ye once defend the poor, That sinners vex the saints no more?

3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know, Dark are the ways in which they go; Their name of earthly gods is vain, For they shall fall and die like men.

4 Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son Possess his universal throne, And rule the nations with his rod; He is our judge, and he our God.

Psalm 83. A complaint against persecutors.

1 And will the God of grace Perpetual silence keep? The God of justice hold his peace, And let his vengeance sleep?

2 Behold what cursed snares The men of mischief spread; The men that hate thy saints and thee Lift up their threatening head.

3 Against thy hidden ones Their counsels they employ, And malice with her watchful eye, Pursues them to destroy.

4 The noble and the base Into thy pastures leap; The lion and the stupid ass Conspire to vex thy sheep.

5 "Come, let us join," they cry, "To root them from the ground, "Till not the name of saints remain, "Nor memory shall be found."

6 Awake, almighty God, And call thy wrath to mind; Give them like forests to the fire, Or stubble to the wind.

7 Convince their madness, Lord, And make them seek thy Name Or else their stubborn rage confound, That they may die in shame.

8 Then shall the nations know That glorious dreadful word, Jehovah is thy name alone, And thou the sovereign Lord.

Psalm 84:1. First Part. L. M. The pleasure of public worship.

1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.

2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; My God! my King! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee?

3 The sparrow chuses where to rest, And for her young provides her nest: But will my God to sparrows grant That pleasure which his children want?

4 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne of majesty; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love.

5 Blest are the souls that find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

6 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Sion's gate; God is their strength, and thro' the road They lean upon their helper God.

7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length, Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there.

Psalm 84:2. Second Part. L. M. God and his church; or, Grace and glory.

1 Great God, attend, while Sion sings The joy that from thy presence springs To spend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thine house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.

3 God is our sun, he makes our day; God is our shield, he guards our way From all th' assaults of hell and sin, From foes without, and foes within.

4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too: He gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright souls.

5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway The glorious hosts of heaven obey, And devils at thy presence flee, Blest is the man that trusts in thee.