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Thy rod of iron shall destroy Translated according to the divine pat- The rebel that withstands. tern, Acts iv. 24, &c.

5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Christ dying, rising, interceding, and

Obey th' anointed Lord ; reigning.

Adore the king of heav'nly birth

And tremble at his word. 1 (MAKER and sovereign Lord,

6 With humble love address his throne, Of heav'n, and earth, and seas,

For if he frown, ye die :
Thy providence confirms thy word,

Those are secure, and those alone
And answers thy decrees.

Who on his grace rely.
» The things so long foretold
By David are fulfill'd,

PSALM II. (L. M.) When Jews and Gentiles join'd to slay Christ's death, resurrection, and asJesus, thine holy child.]

cension. 3 Why did the Gentiles rage,

I WHY did the Jews proclaim their rage? And Jews with one accord

The Romans why their swords employ? Bend all their counsels to destroy Against the Lord their pow'rs engage Th' Anointed of the Lord ?

His dear anointed to destroy? 4 Rulers and kings agree

Come, let us break his bands, they To form a vain design;

sav; Against the Lord their pow'rs unite,

“ This man shall never give us laws: Against his Christ they join.

And thus they cast bis yoke away,

And nail'd the monarch to the cross. 5 The Lord derides their rage,

3 But God, who high in glory reigns, And will support his throne; He that hath rais'd him from the dead,

Laughs at theirpride, their ragecontrols;

He'll vex their hearts with inward pains, Hath own'd him for his Son.

And speak in thunder to their souls. PAUSE.

4." I will maintain the king I made 6 Now he's ascended high,

“ On Zion's everlasting hill, And asks to rule the earth;

My hand shall bring him from the The merit of his blood he pleads,


(still. And pleads his heav'nly birth.

“ And he shall stand your Sov'reign, 1 He asks, and God bestows

5 (His wond'rous rising from the earth A large inheritance;

Makes his eternal Godhead known: Par as the world's remotest ends

The Lord declares his heav'nly birth, His kingdom shall advance.

“ This day hare i begot my Son.

“Ascend, my Son, to my right-hand, 8 The nations that rebel

« There thou shalt ask, and I bestow Must feel his iron rod;

“ The utmost bounds of heathen lands; He'll vindicate those honours well

“ To thee the northern isles shall bow.) Which he received from God.

7 But nations that resist his grace, 9 (Be wise, ye rulers, now,

Shall fall before his iron stroke;
And worship at his throne;

His rod shall crush his foes with ease
With trembling joy, ye people, bow
To God's exalted Son.

As potter's earthen work is broke.

PAUSE. 10 If once his wrath arise, Ye perish on the place;

8 Now ye that sit on earthly thrones, Then blessed is the soul that flies

Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb;

Now at his feet submit your crowns,
For refuge to his grace.]

Rejoice and tremble at his name.
PSALM 11. [C. M.]

9 With humble love address the Son,

Lest he grow angry, and ye die;
I WHY did the nations join to slay His wrath will burn to worlds unknown,
The Lord's anomted Son?

If ye provoke his jealousy.
Why did they cast his laws away,
And tread his gospel down?

10 His storms shall drive you quick to

hell, 2 The Lord that sits above the skies, He is a God, and ye but dust; Derides their rage below,

Happy the souls that know I im well, He speaks with vengeance in his eyes, And make his grace their only trust. And strikes their spirits through.

PSALM III. [C. M.] “ I call him my eternal Son,

Doubts and fears supprest ; or, God our " And raise him from the dead : "I make my holy hill his throne,

defence fron sin and Satan. "And wide his kingdom spread.

I MY God, how many are my fears!

How fast my foes increase ! 4. " Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy, Conspiring my eternal death, " The utmost heathen lands;

They break my present peace.


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1 The lying tempter would persuade 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints There's no relief in heav'n ;

From all the tribes of men beside ; And all my swelling sins appear

He hears the cry of penitents, Too big to be forgiv’n.

For the dear sake of Christ that dy'd. 3 But thou, my glory and my strength, 4 When our obedient hands have done Shalt on the tempter tread,

A thousand works of righteousness, Shale silence all my threat'ning guilt, We put our trust in God alone, And raise my drooping head.

And glory in his pard’ning grace. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill 5 Let the unthinking many say, He bow'd a list’ning ear;

“Who will bestow some earthly good? I call'd my Father and my God, But, Lord, thy light and love we pray; And he subdu'd my fear.

Our souls desire this heav'nly food. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, 6 Then shall my chearful pow'rs rejoice, In spite of all my foes ;

At grace and favour so divine; I'woke, and wonder'd at the grace Nor will I change my happy choice That guarded my repose.]

For all their corn, and all their wine. i What tho the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood,

PSALM IV. 3, 4, 5, 8. [C. M.] Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God.

An evening psalm. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, While I thy glory sing:

I LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray, My God has broke the serpent's teeth,

I am for ever thine, And death has lost his sting.

I fear before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to sin. & Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save :

2 And while I rest my weary head Blessings attend thy people here,

From cares and business free, And reach beyond the grave.

'Tis sweet conversing on my bed

With my own heart and thee.

3 I pay this ev'ning sacrifice; PSALM III. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8. (L. M.]

And when my work is done,

Great God, my faith and hope relies, A morning psalm.

Upon thy grace alone. IO LORD, how many are my foes,

4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to In this weak state of flesh and blood ! peace, My peace they daily discompose,

I'll give mine eyes to sleep; But iny defence and hope is God. Thy hand in safety keeps my days,

And will my slumbers keep. 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,

To thee I rais'd an ev'ning cry:
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,

And thine almighty help was nigh.
3 Supported by thine heav'nly aid,

For the Lord's-day morning. I laid me down and slept secure: Not death should make my heart afraid, 1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear Tho' I should wake and rise to more. My voice ascending high : 4 Bat God sustain'd me all the night ;

To thee will I direct my pray'r, Salvation doth to God belong :

To thee lift up mine eye. He rais'd my head to see the light, 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone And make his praise my morning song.

To plead for all his saints,

Presenting at his Father's throne PSALM IV. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7. [L. M.]

Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thon art a God before whose sight Hearing of prayer; or, God our por

The wicked shall not stand; tion, and Christ our hope.

Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,

Nor dwell at thy right-hand.
JO GOD of grace and righteousness, 4 But to thy house will I resort,

Hear and attend when I complain : To taste thy mercies there;
Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress,

I will frequent thine holy court,
Bow down a gracious ear again.

And worship in thy fear. 9 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try 5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet To turn my glory into shame:

In ways of righteonsness! How long will scoffers love to lye, Make every path of duty straight, And dare reproach my Saviour's name?! And plain before my face.


5 I feel my flesh so near the grave,

My thoughts are tempted to despair 6 My watchful enemies combine

But graves can never praise the Lord, To tempt my feet astray;

For all is dust and silence there. They flatter with a base design To make my soul their prey. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul;

And all despairing thoughts depart; 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,

My God, who hears my humble moan, And all his plots destroy ;

Will ease my flesh, and chear my heart. While those that in thy mercy trust For ever shout for joy.

PSALM VII. The men that love and fear thy name

God's care of his people, and punishment Shall see their hopes fulfill'd; The mighty God will compass them

of persecutors. With favour as a shield.

1 MY trust is in my heav'nly friend,

My hope in thee, my God;

Rise, and my helpless life defend

From those that seek my blood. Complaint in sickness; or diseases healed. | 2 With insolence and fury they

My soul in pieces tear, 1 IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not,

As hungry lions rend the prey
Withdraw the dreadful storm ;

When no deliverer's near.
Nor let thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm.

If I had e'er provok'd them first,

Or once abus'd my foe, 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavycares, Then let him tread my life to dust, My flesh with pain opprest ;

And lay mine honour low.
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.

4 If there be malice hid in me,

I know thy piercing eyes;
3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; I should not dare appeal to thee,
I waste the night with cries,

Nor ask my God to rise.
Counting the minutes as they pass,
Till the slow morning rise.

5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,

Their pride and pow'r control; 4 Shall I be still tormented more?

Awake to judgment, and command Mine eye consum'd with grief?

Deliv'rance for my soul.
How long, my God, how long before
Thy hand afford relief?

PAUSE. 3 He hears when dust and ashes speak,

6 Let sinners and their wicked rage He pities all our groans,

Be humbled to the dust;
He saves 'us for his mercy's sake,

Shall not the God of truth engage
And heals our broken bones.

To vindicate the just? 6 The virtue of his sov 'reign word 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins' Restores our fainting breath :

He will defend th' upright : For silent graves praise not the Lord, His sharpest arrows he ordains Nor is he known in death.

Against the sons of spite.

8 For me their malice digg'd a pit, PSALM VI. (L. M.]

But there themselves are cast;

My God makes all their mischief light Temptations in sickness overcome. On their own heads at last. i LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,

9 That cruel persecuting race When thou with kindness dost chastise;

Must feel his dreadful sword; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,

Awake my soul, and praise the grace O let it not against me rise !

And justice of the Lord.
2 Pity my languishing estate,
And ease the sorrows that I feel;

The wounds thy heavy hand bath made,
O let thy gentler touches heal !

God's sovereignty and goodness; and

man's dominion over the creatures. 3 See how I pass my weary days in sighs and groans; and when 'tis | 1 0 LORD, our heav'nly king, night,

Thy name is all divine ; My bed is water'd with my tears: Thy glories round the earth are spread,

My grief consumes and dims my sight. And o'er the heav'ns they shine. 4 Look how the pow'rs of nature mourn! | 2 When to thy works on high

How long, Almighty God, how long ? I raise my wond’ring eyes,
When shall thine hour of grace return? And see the moon, complete in light,
When shall I make thy grace my song i Adorn the darksome skies.

PSALMS.VIII. IX. s When I survey the stars,

'9 Jesus, our Lord, how wond'rous great And all their shining forms,

Is thine exalted name!
Lord,what is man that worthless thing, The glories of thy heav'nly state
Akin to dust and worms ?

Let the whole earth proclaim.
4 Lord, what is worthless man,

PSALM VIII. verse 1, 2. Paraphrased.
That thou should'st love himn so?
Next to thine angels is he plac'd,

Part I. (L. M.]
And lord of all below.

The Hosanna of the children ; or, in5 Thine honours crown his head,

fants praising God.
While beasts like slaves obey,
And birds that cut the air with'wings, 1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,
And fish that cleave the sea.

Thro'the wide earth thy name is spread,

And thine eternal glories rise (madea 6 How rich thy bounties are !

O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have
And wond'rous are thy ways:
Of dust and worms thy pow'r can frame? To thee the voices of the young
A monument of praise.

A monument of bon our raise;

And babes, with uninstructed tongue, 7 (Out of the mouths of babes

Declare the wonders of thy praise.
And sucklings thou canst draw
Surprising honours to thy name,

3 Thy pow'r assists their tender age
And strike the world with awe.

To bring proud rebels to the ground,

To still the bold blasphemer's rage,
8 O Lord, our heav'nly king,

And all their policies confound.
Thy name is all divine:
Thy glories round the earth are spread, 4 Children amidst thy temple throng
And o'er the heav'ns they shine.]

To see their great Redeemer's face;
The Son of David is their song,

And young Hosannas fill the place.
PSALM VIII. [C. M.) 5 The frowning scribes and angry priests

In vain their impious cavils bring;
Christ's condescension and glorification;

Revenge sits silent in their breasts,

While Jewish babes proclaim theirking. or, God made man.

PSALM VIII. verse 3, &c. Paraphrased.
I O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great,

Part II. (L. M.]
Is thine exalted name!
The glories of thy heav'nly state Adam and Christ, lords of the old and
Let men and babes proclaim.

the new creation.
2 When I behold thy works on high, I LORD, what was man, when made at

The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky, Adam the offspring of the dust,

Those moving worlds of light. That thou should set him and his race
3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,

But just below an angel's place?
Who dwells so far below,

2 That thou should'st raise his nature so,
That thou should'st visit him with grace, And make him Lord of all below y
And love his nature so!

Make every beast and bird submit,

And lay the fishes at his feet?
4 That thine eternal son should bear
To take a mortal form,

3 But, O! what brighter glories wait
Made lower than his angels are,

To crown the second Adam's state
To save a dying worm?

What honours shall thy Son adorn,

Who condescended to be born?
5 (Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown,
And men would not adore,

4 See him below his angels made;
Th' obedient seas and fishes own See him in dust amongst the dead,
His godhead and his pow'r.

To save a ruin'd world from sin ;
6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet;

But he shall reign with pow'r divine.
And fish, at his command,

6 The world to come, redeem'd from all
Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, The miseries that attend the fall,
Bring tribute to his hand.

New-made, and glorious, shall submit

At our exalted Saviour's feet.
7 These lesser glories of the sun
Shone thru the fleshly cloud;

Now we behold him on his throne,

And men confess him God.] Wrath & mercy from the judgment-seat.
Let him be crown'd with majesty, 1 WITH mywhole heart I'll raise mysong,
Who bow'd his head to death;

Thy wonders I'll proclaim,
And be his honours sounded high, Thou sov'reign judge of right & wrong,
By all things that have breath.

Wilt put my foes to shame.


2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace ;

2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride My God prepares his throne

Thy justice and thy pow'r? To judge the world in righteousness, Sha! they advance their heads in pride,

And make his vengeance known. And still thy saints devour? 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove 3 They put thy judgments from theis For all the poor opprest;

sight, To save the people of his love,

And then insult the poor ; And give the weary rest.

They boast in their exalted height,

That they shall fall no more.
The men that know thy naine, will trust
In thy abundant grace;

4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand, For thou hast ne'er forsook the just,

Attend our humble cry, Who humbly seek thy face.

No enemy shall dare to stand

When God ascends on high.
$ Sing praises to the righteons Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill,

Who executes his threat'ning word,
And doth bis grace fulfil.

5 Why do the men of malice rage,

And say with foolish pride, PSALM IX. verse 12. Part II. « The God of heaven will ne'er engage The wisdom and equity of providence.

“ To fight on Zion's side?
I WHEN the great judge, supreme and 6 But thou for ever art our Lord;

And pow'rful is thine hand,
Shall once enquire for blood,

As when the heathens felt thy sword,, The hainble souls that mourn in dust,

And perish'd from thyland.
Shall had a faithful God.

7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, 2 He from the dreadful gates of death

And cause thine ear to hear;
Does his own children raise:

He hearkens what his children say, In Sion's gates, with chearful breath,

And puts the world in fear. They sing their Father's praise. 8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, 3 His foes shall fall, with heedless feet,

No more despise the just;
Into the pit they made,

And mighty sinners shall confess
And sinners perish in the net

They are but earth and dust.
That their own hands had spread.
4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God,

Are thy deep counsels known ;
When men of mischief are destroy'd God loves the righteous, and hates the
The spare must be their own.


1 MY refuge is the God of love, 5 The wicked shall sink down to bell;

Why do my foes insult and cry,

“ Fly like a timorous trembling dove, Thy wrath devour the lands That dare forget thee, or rebel

To distant woods or mountains fly? Against thy known commands.

2 If government be all destroyed, 6 Tho'saints to sore distress are brought,

(That firm foundation of our peace) And wait and long complain,

And violence make justice void,
Their cries shall not be still forgot,

Where shall the righteous seek redress?
Nor shall their hopes be vain. 3 The Lord in heav'n has fixt his throne,
? (Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat His eye surveys the world below;
To judge and save the poor;

To him all mortal things are known, Let nations tremble at thy feet,

His eye-lids search our spirits thro'. And man prevail no more,

4 If he afflicts his saints so far 8 Thy thunder shall afright the proud,

To prove their love, and try their grace, Ånd put their hearts to pain,

What may the bold transgressors fear?
Make 'em confess that thou art God,

His very soul abhors their ways.
And they but feeble men.]

5 On impious wretches he shall rain

Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death; PSALM X.

Such as he kindled on the plain Prayer heard, and saints saved ; or, Of Sodom with his angry breath. pride, atheism and oppression punished. 6 The righteous Lord loves righteous For a humiliation-day.

souls, 1 WHY doth the Lord stand off so far? Whose thoughts and actions are And why conceal his face,

sincere, When great calamities appear,

And with a gracious eye beholds And times of deep distress?

The inen that his own image bear.

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