4 But ere this fpacious world was made,
Or had its firft foundation laid,
Thy throne eternal ages ftood,
Thyself the ever living God.

3 Like floods the angry nations rife,
And aim their rage against the skies;
Vain floods, that aim their rage fo high!
At thy rebuke the billows die.

4 Forever fhall thy throne endure;
Thy promise ftands forever fure;
And everlasting holiness

Becomes the dwellings of thy grace.

PSALM XCIII. 1ft Part. Partic. Met.

"TH

HE Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high:
His robes of state are ftrength and majefty:
This wide creation rose at his command,
Built by his word, and 'ftablish'd by his hand:
Long ftood his throne ere he began creation,
And his own Godhead is the firm foundation.

2 God is th' eternal King. Thy foes in vain
Raise their rebellion to confound thy reign:
In vain the storms, in vain the floods arife,
And roar, and tofs their waves against the skies:
Foaming at heav'n, they rage with wild commotion,
But heav'n's high arches fcorn the fwelling ocean.
3 Ye tempefts, rage no more; ye floods, be ftill;
And the mad world fubmiffive to his will:
Built on his truth, his church muft ever ftand;
Firm are his promises, and ftrong his hand :
See his own fons, when they appear before him,
Bow at his footftool, and with fear adore him.

PSALM XCIII. 2d Part. Partic. M.

2

3

4

HE Lord Jehovah reigns,

TH

And royal ftate maintains,

His head with awful glories crown'd;
Array'd in robes of light,
Begirt with fov'reign might,

And rays of majefty around.

Upheld by thy commands,
The world fecurely ftands ;

And skies and ftars obey thy word:
Thy throne was fix'd on high,
Before the ftarry sky;

Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord.

In vain the noify crowd,

Like billows fierce and loud,
Against thine empire rage and roar :
In vain, with angry spite,

The furly nations fight,

And dash like waves against the shore.

Let floods and nations rage,

And all their pow'rs engage:
Let fwelling tides affault the fky;
The terrors of thy frown

Shall beat their madnefs down;

Thy throne forever ftands on high.

5

Thy promises are true,

Thy grace is ever new:

There fix'd thy church fhall ne'er remove;

Thy faints with holy fear.

Shall in thy courts appear,

And fing thine everlasting love.

Repeat the fourth flanza, if necessary.

PSALM XCIV. 1ft Part. Com. Met.

Ver. 1, 2, 7-14.

Saints chaftifed, and finners deftroyed; or, inftructive afflictions.

GOD, to whom revenge belongs,
Proclaim thy wrath aloud;

Let fov'reign pow'r redress our wrongs,
Let juftice fmite the proud.

2 They fay, "The Lord nor fees nor hears ;"
When will the fools be wife!

Can he be deaf, who form'd their ears?
Or blind, who made their eyes?

3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain,
And they fhall feel his pow'r;

His wrath fhall pierce their fouls with pain,
In fome furprising hour.

4 But if thy faints deserve rebuke,
Thou haft a gentler rod;

Thy providences and thy book

Shall make them know their God. 5 Bleft is the man thy hands chastise, And to his duty draw:

Thy fcourges make thy children wife,
When they forget thy law.

6 But God will ne'er caft off his faints,
Nor his own promise break;
He pardons his inheritance,
For their Redeemer's fake.

S

PSALM XCIV. 2d Part. Com. Met.

Ver. 16-23.

God our fupport and comfort; or, deliverance from temptation and perfecution.

HO will arife and plead my right

WHO
Against my num'rous foes?

While earth and hell their force unite,
And all my hopes oppose.

2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help,
Suftain'd my fainting head,
My life had now in filence dwelt,
My foul amongst the dead.

3

"Alas! my fliding feet," I cry'd;
Thy promise was my prop:

Thy grace ftood conftant by my fide;
Thy Spirit bore me up.

4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts
Within my bofom roll,

5

Thy boundless love forgives my faults,
Thy comforts cheer my foul.

Pow'rs of iniquity may rife,

And frame pernicious laws;

But God, my refuge, rules the fkies,
He will defend my cause.

6 Let malice vent her rage aloud,
Let bold blafphemers fcoff;

The Lord our God fhall judge the proud,
And cut the finners off.

I

PSALM XCV. Common Metre.

SING

A pfalm before prayer.

ING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his ftrength rejoice;

When his falvation is our theme,

Exalted be our voice.

2 With thanks approach his awful fight,
And pfalms of honour fing;
The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King.

3

Let princes hear, let angels know,

How mean their natures feem, Thofe gods on high, and gods below, When once compar'd with him.

4 Earth, with its caverns, dark and deep,
Lies in his fpacious hand;

He fix'd the feas what bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.
5 Come, and with humble fouls adore;
Come, kneel before his face ;
O may the creatures of his pow'r
Be children of his grace!

6 Now is the time: he bends his ear,
And waits for your requeft;

Come, left he roufe his wrath, and fwear,
"Ye shall not fee my reft."

PSALM XCV. Short Metre.
A pfalm before fermon.

OME, found his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory fing;

Co

Jehovah is the fov'reign God,
The univerfal King.