4 O bleffed pow'r! O glorious day!
What a large vict'ry fhall enfue!
And converts, who thy grace obey,
Exceed the drops of morning dew.

PSALM CX. 2d Part. Long Metre.
The kingdom and priesthood of Christ.

T

I HUS the great Lord of earth and fea Spake to his Son, and thus he swore; "Eternal fhall thy priesthood be,

"And change from hand to hand no more.

2 "Aaron and all his fons muft die,
"But everlasting life is thine,
"To fave forever those that fly
"For refuge from the wrath divine.

3 By me Melchizedek was made

"On earth a king and priest at once;
"And thou, my heav'nly priest, fhalt plead,
"And thou, my King, fhalt rule my fons."

4 Jefus the priest afcends his throne,
While counfels of eternal peace,
Between the Father and the Son,
Proceed with honour and success.

5 Thro' the whole earth his reign fhall spread,
And crush the pow'rs that dare rebel;
Then fhall he judge the rifing dead,
And fend the guilty world to hell.

6 Though while he treads his glorious way,
He drinks the cup of tears and blood,
The fuff'rings of that dreadful day
Shall but advance him near to God.

PSALM CX.

Common Metre.

Chrift's kingdom and priesthood.
ESUS, our Lord, afcend thy throne,
And near thy Father fit:

JESUS,

In Zion fhall thy pow'r be known,
And make thy foes fubmit.

2 What wonders fhall thy gofpel do !
Thy converts shall surpass

The num'rous drops of morning dew,
And own thy fov'reign grace.
3 God hath pronounc'd a firm decree,
Nor changes what he swore ;
"Eternal fhall thy priesthood be,
"When Aaron is no more.

4 "Melchizedek, that wond'rous priest,
"That king of high degree,
"That holy man, who Abra'm blest,
"Was but a type of thee."
5 Jefus our priest forever lives
To plead for us above;
Jefus our King forever gives
The bleffings of his love.
6 God shall exalt his glorious head,

And his high throne maintain ;
Shall ftrike the pow'rs and princes dead
Who dare oppose his reign.

PSALM CXI. ft Part. Com. Metre.
The wisdom of God in his works.

'S

ONGS of immortal praife belong
To my almighty God;

He has my heart, and he my tongue,
To fpread his name abroad.

2 How great the works his hand hath wrought! How glorious in our fight!

3

4

Good men in ev'ry age have fought
His wonders with delight.

How most exact is nature's frame !
How wife th' eternal Mind !
His counfels never change the scheme
That his first thoughts defign'd.
When he redeem'd his chosen fons,
He fix'd his cov'nant fure :

The orders that his lips pronounce,
To endlefs years endure.

5 Nature and time, and earth and skies,
Thy heav'nly skill proclaim;
What fhall we do to make us wife,
Eut learn to read thy name?

6 To fear thy pow'r, to truft thy grace,
Is our divinest skill;

And he's the wifeft of our race,
That beft obeys thy will.

PSALM CXI. 2d Part.

2d Part,

Com. Metre.

The perfections of God.

IREAT is the Lord; his works of might
Demand our nobleft fongs:

Let his affembled faints unite
Their harmony of tongues.

2 Great is the mercy of the Lord,
He gives his children food;
And, ever mindful of his word,
He makes his promise good.

3 His Son, the great Redeemer, came
To feal his cov'nant fure;

Holy and rev'rend is his name,
His ways are just and pure.

4 They that would grow divinely wife
Muft with his fear begin;

Our faireft proof of knowledge lies
In hating ev'ry fin.

PSALM CXII.

Particular Metre.

The blefings of the liberal man.

HAT man is bleft who ftands in awe

TH

Of God, and loves his facred law : His feed on earth fhall be renown'd; His houfe the feat of wealth shall be, An inexhausted treasury,

And with fucceffive honours crown'd. 2 His lib'ral favours he extends, To fome he gives, to others lends; A gen'rous pity fills his mind: Yet what his charity impairs, He faves by prudence in affairs, And thus he's just to all mankind.

3 His hands, while they his alms beftow'd, His glory's future harveft fow'd :

The fweet remembrance of the juft, Like a green root, revives and bears A train of bleffings for his heirs,

When dying nature fleeps in duft.

4 Befet with threat'ning dangers round, Unmov'd fhall he maintain his ground;

His confcience holds his courage up: The foul that's fill'd with virtue's light Shines brightest in affliction's night; And fees in darkness beams of hope.

W

PAUSE.

5 [Ill tidings never can furprise
His heart that fix'd on God relies,
Tho' waves and tempefts roar around:
Safe on a rock he fits, and fees
The fhipwreck of his enemies,

And all their hope and glory drown'd.

6 The wicked fhall his triumph fee, And gnash their teeth in agony,

To find their expectations croft; They and their envy, pride and spite, Sink down to everlafting night,

And all their names in darkness loft.]

PSALM CXII.

Long Metre.

The blefings of the pious and charitable.

TH

THRICE happy man who fears the Lord,
Loves his commands, and trufts his word;
Honour and peace his days attend,
And bleflings to his feed defcend.

2 Compaffion dwells upon his mind,
To works of mercy till inclin'd:
He lends the poor fome prefent aid,
Or gives them, not to be repaid.

3

4

When times grow dark, and tidings fpread,
That fill his neighbours round with dread,
His heart is arm'd against the fear,
For God with all his pow'r is there.

His foul, well fix'd upon the Lord,
Draws heav'nly courage from his word;
Amidst the darknefs light fhall rife,
To cheer his heart, and blefs his eyes.