SECOND VERSION.

LORD, what was man when made at first,
Adam the offspring of the dust,

That thou shouldst set him and his race
But just below an angel's place.

2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so,
And make him lord of all below;
Make every beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet?
3 But, O what brighter glories wait
To crown the second Adam's state!
What honours shall thy Son adorn
Who condescended to be born!

4 See him below his angels made,
See him in dust among the dead,
To save a ruin'd world from sin;
But he shall reign with power divine.
5 The world to come, redeem'd from all
The miseries that attend the fall,
New made and glorious shall submit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.

PSALM IX.

OLD VERSION.

1 WITH heart and mouth, to thee, O Lord,
I will sing grateful praise,
And speak of all thy wond'rous works,
And them declare always.

2 I will be glad and much rejoice
In thee, O God most high!

And make my songs extol thy name
Above the starry sky.

3 By judgments great the Lord is known,
Whilst wicked men are caught,

And fast entangled in the work
Which their own hands have wrought.

4 The wicked and deceitful men
Go down to hell below,

And all the people of the world
Who God refuse to know.

5 But sure the Lord will not forget
The poor man's grief and pain :
The patient people never look
For help of him in vain.

PSALM X.

1 JEHOVAH reigns-Your tribute bring
Proclaim the Lord th' eternal King :
Crown him ye saints with holy joy,
His arm shall all your foes destroy.
2 Thou Lord, ere yet the humble mind
Had formed to prayer the wish design'd,
Hast heard the secret sigh arise,
While swift to aid thy mercy flies.

3 Thy Spirit shall their heart prepare,
Thine ear shall listen to their prayer :

Thou, righteous Judge! Thou, Power Divine !
On thee the fatherless recline.

4 The Lord shall save th' afflicted breast,
His arm shall vindicate th' opprest;
Earth's mightiest tyrants feel his power,
Nor sin nor Satan grieve them more.
PSALM XI.

Trust in God, against the enemies of Church and State. 1 MY refuge is the God of love,

Why do my foes insult and cry,

Fly like a tim'rous trembling dove-
To distant woods or mountains fly!
2 "If government be all destroy'd,
That firm foundation of your peace,
And violence make justice void,

Where shall the righteous seek redress † ?" 3 The Lord in heaven has fixed his throne, His eyes survey the world below,

To him all mortal things are known,
His eye-lids search our spirits through.

4 If he afflict his saints so far,

To prove their love and try their grace;
What must the bold transgressors fear-
His very soul abhors their ways.

+ V. 2. The wicked profanely boast that they will overturn the ndations of law and justice; and then say they," What will the **eous do ?"

5 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls Whose thoughts and actions are sincere ; And with a gracious eye beholds

The men that his own image bear.

PSALM XII.

1 LORD, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold;
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold :

2 Is not thy chariot hastening on?
Hast thou not given this sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?

3 Yes saith the Lord, now will I rise
And make oppressors flee;

I shall appear to their surprise,
And set my servants free.

4 Thy word like silver seven times tried,
Through ages shall endure:
And they that in thy truth confide,
Shall find thy promise sure.

PSALM XIII.

1 HOW long wilt thou forget me, Lord;
Must I for ever mourn?

How long wilt thou withdraw from me,
Oh! never to return?

2 How long shall anxious thoughts my soul, And grief my heart oppress?

How long mine enemies insult,
And I have no redress?

3 O hear, and to my longing eyes,
Restore thy wonted light!
And suddenly, or I shall sleep
In everlasting night.

4 How would the tempter boast aloud

If I became his prey

!

Behold the sons of hell grow proud,
At thy so long delay.

5 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
6 Since I have always placed my trust
Beneath thy mercy's wing,

Thy saving health will come, and then
My heart with joy shall spring.

7 Then shall my song with praise inspired
To thee my God ascend;
Who to thy servant in distress
Such bounty didst extend.

PSALM XIV.

1 THERE is a God all nature cries;
None but the fool the truth denies ;
On all God's works it stands exprest,
By vivid arguments confest.

2 From heaven the mighty Lord look'd down, From heaven his high exalted throne, Enquiring on this world's abode,

Who understands and seeks their God. 3 From his appointed righteous way, Alas! they all are gone astray:

The ways of peace they have not known;
And none is righteous, no not one.

4 Guilty, condemn'd, depraved, and lost,
Who before God hath aught to boast?
Arise, O King of Zion, rise,

And bring salvation from the skies!

5 Then shall thy saints rejoice and sing, And each glad heart its tribute bring; Pardon and peace shall then be given, And thousands soar from earth to heaven.

PSALM XV.

The great aim of the Gospel is to produce true morality.
1 JEHOVAH! who in bliss supreme,
Shall his eternal dwelling claim
Within the heavenly dome?

Who fix with thee beyond the skies,
Where Zion's sacred hills arise,
His everlasting home?

The man who, filled with sacred awe,
Directs his conduct by thy law,
His heart and words sincere :
His soul abhors the sland'rous joy
That dares a neighbour's fame destroy,
Nor lends the indulgent ear.

3 Though arm'd with power or clothed in state,
Ungodly deeds provoke his hate,
He scorns the scorner's smile,
But loves to seek the humble cot
Of pious poverty the lot,

Its sorrows to beguile.

4 He swears-nor shall his word be broke;
His promise stands, 'twas truth that spoke,
Though dangers spread the way:
He loaths the gold which avarice gains,
Nor-for his hand the bribe disdains-
Will innocence betray.

PSALM XVI.

1 GOD of our life! our souls defend,
On thee our stedfast hopes depend;
Thee, Lord, we bless, our faithful guide,
Whose counsels o'er our life preside.

2 In all our acts, in each intent,

Thee to our minds our thoughts present;
And, undismay'd, we see thee stand,
A tower of strength at thy right hand.
3 For this our heart, for this our tongue,
Shall meditate the joyful song;

Hope, e'en in death, shall be our guest,
And smooth the pillow of our rest.

4 Thou from the grave thy saints shall free,
For though their flesh corruption see,
Waking from death, before their eyes
The opening paths of life shall rise.