2 When to thy works on high
1 raife my wand'ring eyes,
And fee the moon, compete in ligh
Adorn the darkfome kies:
When I furvey the ftars,
And all their fhining terms,
Lord what is man, that worthless thing,
Akin to duft and worms?
4 Lord, what is worthle's man,
That thou fhould ft love him fo!
Next to thine angels is he plac'd,
And Lord of all below.
5 Thine honors crown his head,
While beafts, like flaves, obey,
And birds that cat the air with wings,
And fish which cleave the fea.
6 How rich thy bounties are!
And wond'rous are thy ways:
Of duft and wormstby pow'r can fra ne
A monument of praife,
[7 Out of the mouths of babe s
And fucklings, thou can't draw
Surprifing honors to tky name!
And frike the world with awe. 8 O Lord, our heav'nly king, Thy name is all divine;
Thy glories round the earth are spread
And o'er the heav'ns they shine.}
PSALM VIII. Common metre. Ghrift'. condefcenfion and glorification; or, God
LORD, our Lord, how wond'rous great
LORD, our Lord, how
The glories of thy heav'nly ftate
Let men and babes proclaim
When I behold thy wciks on high,
The moon which rules the night
And ftars that well adorn the sky
Thofe moving worlds of light.
3 Lord what is man or all his race,
Who dwells fo far below,
That thou thould't vifit him with grace,
And love his nature fo!
That thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,
Made lower than his angels are,
To fave a dying worm!
Is Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown
And men wou'd not adore,
Obedient feas and fishes own,
His Godhead and his pow'r.
The waves lay fpread beneath his feet;
And fish at his command,
Bring their large thoals to Peter's net,
Bring tibute to his hand.
7 Thee leffer glories of thy Son
Shore through the fleshy cloud;
Now we behold him on his throne,
And men confefs him God.]
8 let him be crown'd with majefty,
Who bow'd his head to death;
Ard behis honors founded high,
By all things that have breath.
Jefus our Lord, how wond'rous great is thine exalted name!
The glories of thy heav'nly ftate
Let the whole earth proclaim.
Paraphrafed.
Firft part. Long metre
The Hofana of the children or, infants praifing God.
LMIGHTY Ruler of the fkics,
Auro the wide earth thy name isfpread;
And thine eternal glories ife
O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made.
2 Tothee the voices of the young,
A monument of honor raife;
And babes, with uninfrared tongue,
Dechre the wonders of thy praise.
3 Thy pow'raffifts their tender age.'
To bring proud rebels to the ground;
To fill the bol4 blafphemer's rage,
And all their policies confound.
4 Children amidft thy temple throng
To fee their great Redeemer's face;
The fon of David is their fong,
And young Hoannas fill the place.
5 The frowning feribes and angry priefts
In vain their impious cavils bring;
Revenge its filent in their breasts
While Jew babes proclaim their king.
Second part. Long metre.
Adam and Chrift Lords of the old and the neto
ORD, what was man, when made at first,
Adam, the offspring of the duft,
That thou fhould't fet him and his race,
But juft below an anger's place!
2 That thou should't raife his nature fo
And make him Lord of all below;
Make ev'ry beaft and bird fubmit,
And lay the fifh es at his teet!
3 But O! what brighter glorics wait
To crown the fecond Adam': ftate;
What honors fhall thy Son adora;
Who condefcended to be born!
4 See him below his ange's made;
See him in duft among the dead,
To fave a ruin'd world from fin;
Then fee him reign with power divine!
5 The world to come releem'd from all
The mis'rics which attend the fall,
New made and gior'ous fh ali fubmit
At curexaited Saviour's feet.
PSALM IX. Firft part.
Wrath and mercy from the Judgement feat.
WITH my, whole heart I'll raise my fong
Thy wonders i'll proclaim;
Thou Sov'reign Judge of right and wrong
Wilt put my foes to fhame.
2 I'll fing thy majesty and grace :
My God prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteoufnefs,
And make his vengence known.
Then Chall the lord a refuge prove
For all the poor opprefs'd;
To fave the people of his love,
And give the weary reft.
4 The men who know thy name will trust, In thy abundant grace;
For thou haft meler forfook the juft,
Who humbly feck thy face.
5 Sing praifes to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Sion's hill
Who executes his threatning word,
And doth his grace
PSALM IK. Second part.
The avi dom and equity of Providence,
WHEN the Great Judge. Supreme and juft,
Shall once enquire for blood,
The bumble fouts who mourn in duft,
Shall find a faithful God.
2 He from the dreadful gates of death
Does his own children raife:
In Sion's gates, with cheerful breath,
They fing their Father's praife.
His foes fhall fall with heedlefs feet,
Into the pit they made :
And fianers perish in the net
Which their own hands had fpread.
4 Thus by thy judgements mighty God,
Are thy deep couafels known:
When men of mischief are deftroy'd,
The fare must be their own.
5 The wicked hall fisk down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Aguint thy known commands.
6 Though faints to fore diftreis are brought,
And wait and long compiain,
Their cries hal: never be forgot,
Nor fhall their hopes be vain.
[7 Rife great Redeemer, from thy feat,
To judge and fave the poor;
Iat nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevali no more.
8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,
Make them confefs that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.j
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