When shall thy fpirit's fov'reign pow'r
Destroy it, that it rife no more?
5 [With an impartial hand, the Lord
Deals out to mortals their reward:
The kind and faithful fouls fhall find
A God as faithful and as kind.

6 The just and pure fhall ever fay,
Thou art more pure, more juft than they :
And men that love revenge fhall know,
God hath an arm of vengeance too.]
PSALM XVIII. 3d Part. Long Metre.

I

J

Ver. 30, 31, 33, 45, 46, &c.

Rejoicing in God; or, falvation and triumph. UST are thy ways, and true thy word, Great Rock of my fecure abode ; Who is a God, befide the Lord ? Or, where's a refuge like our God? 2 'Tis he that girds me with his might, Gives me his holy fword to wield; And while with fin and hell I fight, Spreads his falvation for my fhield. 3 He lives (and bleffed be my Rock) "The God of my falvation lives: The dark designs of hell are broke ; Sweet is the peace my Father gives. 4 Before the fcoffers of the age I will exalt my Father's name; Nor tremble at their mighty rage, But meet reproach, and bear the fhame. To David and his royal feed

5

Thy grace forever shall extend ;

Thy love to faints in Chrift their Head,.
Knows not a limit, nor an end,

37

PSALM XVIII. ft Part. Com. Metre. Vidory and triumph over temporal enemies..

WE

E love thee, Lord, and we adore;
Now is thine arm reveal'd:

Thou art our ftrength, our heav'nly tow'r,
Our bulwark and our fhield.

2 We fly to our eternal Rock,
And find a fure defence;
His holy name our lips invoke,
And draw falvation thence.

3 When God; our Leader, fhines in arms,
What mortal heart can bear
The thunder of his loud alarms,
The light'ning of his fpear?

He rides upon the winged wind,
And angels, in array,

In millions wait, to know his mind,
And swift as flames obey.

́s He speaks, and at his fierce rebuke
Whole armies are difmay'd;
His voice, his frown, his angry look
Strikes all their courage dead.

6 He forms our gen'rals for the field,
With all their dreadful skill,

Gives them his awful fword to wield,
And makes their hearts of steel.

7 [He arms our captains to the fight,
Though there his name's forgot;
(He girded Cyrus with his might,
But Cyrus knew him not.)

E

8. Oft has the Lord whole nations bleft,
For his own church's fake;

The pow'rs, that give his people rest,
Shall of his care partake.]

PSALM XVIII. 2d Part. Com. Metre.

I

То

The conqueror's fong.

O thine almighty arm we owe
The triumphs of the day;

Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,
Ánd melt their ftrength away.

2 'Tis by thine aid our troops' prevail,
And break united pow'rs;

Or burn their boafted fleets, or fcale
The proudest of their tow'rs.

3 How have we chas'd them through the field,
And trod them to the ground,
While thy falvation was our fhield,
But they no fhelter found!

4

5

In vain to idol faints they cry,
And perish in their blood
Where is a Rock fo great, so high,
So pow'rful as our God?

The Rock of Ifr'el ever lives;
His name be ever bleft ;

'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives,
And gives his people rest.

6 On kings that reign as David did,
He pours his bleffings down;
Secures their honours to their feed,
And well fupports their crown.

PSALM XIX. 1ft Part. Short Metre.

The book of nature and scripture.

For a Lord's-day morning.

BE

EHOLD the lofty sky
Declares its Maker God,
And all his ftarry works on high
Proclaim his pow'r abroad.
2 The darkness and the light
Still keep their courfe the fame
While night to day, and day to night
Divinely teach his name.

3 In ev'ry diff'rent land

Their gen'ral voice is known;
They fhew the wonders of his hand,
And orders of his throne.

4 Ye chriftian lands rejoice!
Here he reveals his word;

We are not left to nature's voice
To bid us know the Lord.

5 His ftatutes and commands
Are fet before our eyes;
He puts his gospel in our hands,
Where our falvation lies.

6 His laws are just and pure
His truth without deceit ;
His promises forever fure,

And his rewards are great.

7 [Not honey to the taste

Affords fo much delight;

Nor gold, that has the furnace pafs'd,
So much allures the fight.

8 While of thy works I fing,

Thy glory to proclaim,

Accept the praife, my God, my King,
In my Redeemer's name]-

PSALM XIX. 2d Part. Short Metre.

God's word most excellent; or, fincerity and watchfulness. For a Lord's-day morning.

2

3

4

5

6

B Begins his glorious way!
BEHOLD the morning fun

His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.
But where the gofpel comes,

It fpreads diviner light;

It calls dead finners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their fight.

How perfect is thy word!
And all thy judgments juft;
For ever fure thy promife, Lord,
And men fecurely truft.

My gracious God, how plain
Are thy directions giv'n!
O may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heav'n.
PAUSE.

I hear thy word with love,
And I would fain obey;
Send thy good Spirit from above
To guide me, left I fray.

O who can ever find

The errors of his ways?

Yet with a bold prefumptuous mind
I would not dare tranfgrefs.