Adore the king of heav'nly birth, 6 With humble love addrefs his throne : 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, 4 "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, PAUSE. 8 Now ye who fit on earthly thrones, ; 9 With humble love addrefs the Son, 10 His ftorms fhall drive you quick to hell! 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, 3 But thou, my glory and my ftrength, Shalt filence all my threat'ning guilt, 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill I call'd my Father and my God, 5 He fhed foft flumbers on mine eyes, I 'woke, and wonder'd at the grace 6 What though the hofts of death and hell 7 Arife, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, My God has broke the ferpent's teeth, 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs; I PSALM III. 1-5. Long Metre. LORD, how many are my foes My peace they daily difcompose, 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, 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. L An Evening Pfalm. ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray; I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to fin. 2 And while I reft my weary head, 3 I pay this ev'ning facrifice; And when my work is done, 4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to peace, I 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, 2 Up to the hills, where Chrift is gone, 3 |