Adore the king of heav'nly birth,
And tremble at his word.

6 With humble love addrefs his throne :
For, if he frown, ye die:
Thofe are fecure, and thofe alone,
Who on his grace rely.

WHY

PSALM II. Long Metre. Christ's death, refurrection and afcenfion. WHY did the Jews proclaim their rage? The Romans, why their fwords employ? Against the Lord their pow'rs engage, His dear anointed to destroy.

2 Come, let us break his bands, they fay,
This man fhall never give us laws,”
And thus they caft his yoke away,
And nail'd the Monarch to the crofs.
3 But God, who high in glory reigns,
Laughs at their pride, their rage controls,
He'll vex their hearts with inward pains,
And speak in thunder to their fouls.

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"I will maintain the king I made On Zion's everlasting hill;

My hand fhall bring him from the dead, And he shall stand your Sov'reign still.” 5 [His wond'rous rifing from the earth Makes his eternal Godhead known; The Lord declares his heav'nly birth, "This day have I begot my Son, 6" Afcend, my Son, to my right hand, There thou shalt afk, and I bestow The utmost bounds of Heathen land, To thee the Northern ifles fhall bow."]

7 But nations, that refift his grace,
Shall fall beneath his iron ftroke ;
His rod fhall crufh his foes with ease,
As potters' earthen work is broke.

PAUSE.

8 Now ye who fit on earthly thrones,
Be wife, and ferve the Lord the Lamb
Now at his feet fubmit your crowns,
Rejoice and tremble at his name.

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9 With humble love addrefs the Son,
Left he grow angry, and ye die ;
His wrath will burn to worlds unknown,
If ye provoke his jealousy.

10 His ftorms fhall drive you quick to hell!
He is a God, and ye but dust ;
Happy the fouls that know him well,
And make his grace their only truft.

PSALM III. Common Metre. Doubts and fears fuppressed: or, God our defence from fin and Satan.

MY God, how many are my fears! Μ

How fast my foes increase!

Confpiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.
2 The lying tempter would perfuade
There's no relief in heav'n;
And all my fwelling fins appear
Too big to be forgiv❜n.

3 But thou, my glory and my ftrength,
Shalt on the tempter tread,

Shalt filence all my threat'ning guilt,
And raife my drooping head.

4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill
He bow'd a lift'ning ear;

I call'd my Father and my God,
And he fubdu'd my fear.

5 He fhed foft flumbers on mine eyes,
In fpite of all my foes;

I 'woke, and wonder'd at the
Which guarded my repose.]

grace

6 What though the hofts of death and hell
All arm'd against me stood!
Terrors no more fhall fhake my foul;
My refuge is my God.

7 Arife, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,
While I thy glory fing:

My God has broke the ferpent's teeth,
And death has loft his fting.

8 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can fave:
Bleffings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

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PSALM III. 1-5. Long Metre.
A Morning Pfalm.

LORD, how many are my foes
In this weak ftate of flesh and blood!

My peace they daily difcompose,
But my defence and hope is God.

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,
I laid me down and flept fecure:

Not death fhould make my heart afraid, Though I fhould wake and rise no more. 4 But God fuftain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong :

He rais'd my head to fee the light, And makes his praise my morning song.

PSALM IV. 1,2,3,5,6,7. Long Metre. Hearing of prayer ; or, God our portion, and Chrift our hope. GOD of grace and right'oufnefs, Hear and attend when I complain :

Thou haft enlarg'd me in diftrefs, Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye fons of men, in vain ye try To turn my glory into fhame: How long will fcoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Saviour's name? 3 Know that the Lord divides his faints From all the tribes of men befide; He hears the cry of penitents

For the dear fake of Chrift who dy'd. 4 When our obed'ent hands have done A thousand works of right'eufness, We put our truft in God alone, And glory in his pard'ning grace. 5 Let the unthinking many say, Who will beflow fome earthly good? But, Lord, thy light and love we pray; Our fouls defire this heav'nly food. 6 Then fhall my cheerful pow'rs rejoice At grace and favour fo divine; Nor will I change my happy choice For all their corn and all their wine.

PSALM IV. 3,4,5,8. Common Metre.

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An Evening Pfalm.

ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;
I am forever thine,

I fear before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to fin.

2 And while I reft my weary head,
From cares and bus'nefs free,
'Tis sweet converfing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.

3 I pay this ev'ning facrifice;

And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith and hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to fleep;
Thy hand in fafety keeps my days,
And will my flumbers keep.

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PSALM V. Common Metre.

For the Lord's-day morning.

LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice afcending high :

To thee will I direct my prayʼr,
To thee lift up mine eye.

2 Up to the hills, where Chrift is gone,
To plead for all his faints,
Prefenting at his Father's throne
Our fongs and our complaints.
Thou art a God, before whofe fight
The wicked fhall not ftand:
Sinners fall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

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