That thou should'st visit him with grace, And love his nature fo!
4 That thine eternal Son should bear To take a mortal forın,
Made lower than his angels are, To fave a dying worm !
5 [Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown, And men would not adore, Th' obedient feas and fishes own His Godhead and his pow'r. 6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet; And fish, at his command, Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, Bring tribute to his hand. 7 These lesser glories of the Son
Shone through the fleshly cloud; Now we behold him on his throne, And men confefs him God.] 8 Let him be crown'd with majesty Who bow'd his head to death; And be his honours founded high, By all things that have breath. Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name; The glories of thy heav'nly state Let the whole earth proclaim.
PSALM VIII. ver. 1, 2. Paraphrafed. First part. Long Metre.
The Hosanna of the children; or infants praising God.
ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies, And thine eternal glories rife O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made.
Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread;
2 To thee the voices of the young A monument of honour raife ; And babes, with uninstructed tongue, Declare the wonders of thy praife
3 Thy pow'r assists their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground; To still the bold blafphemer's rage, And all their policies confound.
4 Children amidst thy temple throng To fee their great - Redeemer's face; The Son of David is their fong, And young Hosannas fill the place. 5 The frowning scribes and angry priests In vain their impious cavils bring; Revenge fits filent in their breasts While Jewish babes proclaim their king.
PSALM VIII. ver. 3, &c. Paraphrafed.
Second part. Long Metre.
Adam & Chrift, Lords of the old and new creation.
LORD, what was man when made at first? Adam the offspring of the dust ! That thou should'st set him and his race But just below an angel's place!
2 That thou should'st raise his nature so, And make him Lord of all below; Make every beafst 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 condefcended to be born!
4 See him below his angels made ! See him in dest among the dead, To fave a ruin'd world from fin: But he shall reign with pow'r divine !
5 The world to come, redeem'd from all The mis'ries which attend the fall, New made, and glorious, shall submit At our exalted Saviour's feet.
PSALM IX. First Part. Wrath and mercy from the Judgment-feat.
WITH my whole heart I'll raise my fong,
Thy wonders I'll proclaim;
Thou Sov'reign Judge of right and wrong Will put my foes to shame.
2 I'll fing thy majesty and grace; My God prepares his throne To judge the world in righteousness, And make his vengeance known.
3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove For all the poor oppress'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 hast ne'er forsook the just, Who humbly fought thy face.
5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, Who dwells on Zion's hill, Who executes his threat'ning word, And doth his grace fulfil.
PSALM IX. ver. 12. Second Part.
The wisdom and equity of Providence.
WHEN the Great Judge, supreme and just, Shall once inquire for blood; The humble fouls, who mourn in dust, Shall find a faithful God.
2 He from the dreadful gates of death Does his own children raise : In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath, They sing their Father's praise.
3 His Foes shall fall, with heedless feet, Into the pit they made; And finners perish in the net
Which their own hands had spread. 4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God, Are thy deep counfels known: When men of mischief are destroy'd, The fnare must be their own.
5 The wicked shall fink down to hell; Thy wrath devour the lands That dare forget thee, or rebel Against thy known commands. 6 Though faints to fore distress are brought, And wait, and long complain, Their cries shall never be forgot, Nor shall their hopes be vain. 7 [Rife, great Redeemer, from thy feat, To judge and save the poor; Let nations tremble at thy feet, And man prevail no more.
8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain, Make them confess that thou art God, And they but feeble men.]
PSALM X. Common Metre.
Prayers heard, and faints faved; or, pride, atheism, and oppression punished. For a humiliation-day.
WHY doth the Lord stand off fo far?
And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress ? 2 Lord, shall the wicked ftill deride Thy justice and thy pow'r ? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still thy faints devour?
3 They put thy judgments from their fight,
And then insult the poor; They boaft in their exalted height, That they shall fall no more.
4 Arife, O God, lift up thine hand; Attend our humble cry;
No enemy shall dare to stand
When God afcends on high.
5 Why do the men of malice rage, And fay, with foolish pride, The God of heav'n will ne'er engage To fight on Zion's fide ?
6 But thou for ever art our Lord; And pow'rful is thine hand, As when the Heathens felt thy fword, And perish'd from thy land.
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