2 All ye bright armies of the skies,
Go, worship where the Saviour lies;
Angels and kings before him bow,
Those gods on high and gods below.
3 Let idols totter to the ground,
And their own worshippers confound :
But Judah shout, but Zion fing,
And earth confess her fov'reign King.
PSALM XCVII. 3d Part. Long Metre.
H' Almighty reigns, exalted high, O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky; Though clouds and darkness veil his feet, His dwelling is the mercy-feat.
2 O ye that love his holy name,
Hate ev'ry work of fin and shame;
He guards the fouls of all his friends,
And from the snares of hell defends.
3 Immortal light, and joys unknown,
Are for the faints in darkness sown;
Those glorious feeds shall spring and rife,
And the bright harvest bless our eyes.
4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The facred honours of the Lord;
None but the foul that feels his grace
Can triumph in his holiness.
Ver. 1, 3, 5-7, 11. Chrift's incarnation, and the
E islands of the Northern sea,
Rejoice, the Saviour reigns;
His word, like fire, prepares his way,
And mountains melt to plains.
2 His prefence finks the proudest hills,
And makes the vallies rife;
The humble foul enjoys his smiles,
The haughty finner dies.
3 The heav'ns his rightful pow'r proclaim; The idol gods around
Fill their own worshippers with shame,
And totter to the ground.
4 Adoring angels, at his birth,
Made the Redeemer known;
Thus shall he come to judge the earth,
And angels guard his throne.
5 His foes shall tremble at his fight,
And hills and seas retire;
His children take their unknown flight,
And leave the world on fire.
6 The feeds of joy and glory sown
For faints in darkness here,
Shall rise and spring in worlds unknown, And a rich harvest bear.
PSALM XCVIII. 1st Part. Com.Metre.
Praise for the Gospel.
O our almighty Maker, God,
New honours be addrest;
His great falvation shines abroad,
And makes the nations blest.
2 He spake the word to Abr'am first,
His truth fulfils his grace;
The Gentiles make his name their trust,
And learn his righteousness.
3 Let the whole earth his love proclaim
With all her diff'rent tongues;
And spread the honours of his name
In melody and fongs.
PSALM XCVIII. 2d Part. Com.Metre.
The Meffiah's coming and kingdom.
OY to the world! the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King :
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heav'n and nature fing.
2 Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns !
Let men their fongs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the founding joy.
3 No more let fins and forrows grow,
Nor thorns infeft the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
PSALM XCIX. 1st Part. Short Metre.
Chrift's kingdom and majesty.
HE God JEHOVAH reigns,
Let all the nations fear;
Let finners tremble at his throne,
And faints be humble there.
Jesus, the Saviour, reigns !
Let earth adore its Lord,
Bright cherubs his attendants stand,
Swift to fulfil his word.
His church shall make his wonders known,
For there his glories shine.
How holy is his name !
How terrible his praise !
Justice and truth, and judgment join
In all his works of grace.
PSALM XCIX. 2d Part. Short Metre.
A holy God worshipped with reverence.
XALT the Lord our God,
And worship at his feet;
His nature is all holiness,
And mercy is his feat.
When Isr'el was his church,
When Aaron was his priest,
When Mofes cry'd, when Samuel pray'd,
He gave his people rest.
Oft he forgave their fins,
Nor would destroy their race ;
And oft he made his vengeance known,
When they abus'd his grace.
Exalt the Lord our God,
Whose grace is still the fame;
Still he's a God of holiness,
And jealous for his name.
PSALM C. 1st Part. Long Metre.
A plain translation. Praise to our Creator.
E nations of the earth, rejoice
Before the Lord, your sov'reign King,
Serve him with cheerful heart and voice,
With all your tongues his glory fing.
2 The Lord is God; 'tis he alone
Doth life and breath and being give;
We are his work, and not our own;
The sheep that on his pastures live.
3 Enter his gates with fongs of joy,
With praises to his courts repair,
And make it your divine employ,
To pay your thanks and honours there.
4 The Lord is good; the Lord is kind;
Great is his grace, his mercy fure;
And the whole race of man shall find
His truth from age to age endure.
PSALM C. 2d Part. Long Metre. A paraphrafe.
1 ING to the Lord with joyful voice;
Let ev'ry land his name adore ;
The Northern ifles shall send the noise
Across the ocean, to the shore.
2 Nations attend before his throne,
With folemn fear, with facred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone :
He can create, and he destroy.
3 His fov'reign pow'r, without our aid,
Made us of clay and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.
4 We are his people, we his care,
Our fouls and all our mortal frame :
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name ?
5 We'll croud thy gates with thankful fongs, High as the heav'ns our voices raise;
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