Forgive my fecret faults,
And cleanfe this guilty foul of mine,
Whofe crimes exceed my thoughts.
8 While with my heart and tongue
I fpread thy praise abroad,
Accept the worship and the fong,
My Saviour and my God.
PSALM XIX. Long Metre.
The book of nature and of feripture compared; or, the glory and fuccefs of the gospel.
HE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord;
In ev'ry ftar thy wifdom fhines :
But, when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.
2 The rolling fun, the changing light,
And nights, and days, thy pow'r confefs;
But the bleft volume thou haft writ
Reveals thy juftice and thy grace.
3 Sun, moon and ftars convey thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand:
So when thy truth began its race,
It touch'd and glanc'd on ev'ry land.
Nor fhall thy spreading gospel reft
'Till through the world thy truth has run i
'Till Chrift has all the nations bleft,
That fee the light, or feel the fun.
5 Great Sun of righteoufnefs, arife,
Blefs the dark world with heav'nly light:
Thy gofpel makes the fimple wife;
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.
6 Thy nobleft wonders here we view,
In fouls renew'd, and fins forgiv❜n:
Lord, cleanse my fins, my
foul renew,
And make thy word my guide to heav'n.
PSALM XIX. Particular Metre. The book of nature and fcripture.
Reat God, the heav'n's well-order'd frame Declares the glories of thy name: There thy rich works of wonder fhine; A thousand ftarry beauties there, A thousand radiant marks appear Of boundless pow'r and skill divine. 2 From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light, Lectures of heav'nly wisdom read; With filent eloquence they raise Our thoughts to our Creator's praise, And neither found nor language need.
Yet their divine inftructions run
Far as the journies of the fun,
And ev'ry nation knows their voice;
The fun, like fome young bridegroom dreft,
Breaks from the chambers of the caft,
Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice.
4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad,
He fmiles, and speaks his Maker God;
All nature joins to fhew thy praise.
Thus God in ev'ry creature fhines;
Fair is the book of nature's lines,
But fairer is thy book of grace..
I love the volumes of thy word;
What light and joy thofe leaves afford
To fouls benighted and diftreft !
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way;
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray;
Thy promise leads my heart to reft.
6 From the difcov'ries of thy law
The perfect rules of life I draw:
Thefe are my ftudy and delight;
Not honey fo invites the tafte,
Nor gold, that hath the furnace past,
Appears so pleasing to the fight.
7 Thy threat'nings wake my flumb'ring eyes,
And warn me where my danger lies;
But 'tis thy bleffed gofpel, Lord,
That makes my guilty confcience clean,
Converts my foul, fubdues my fin,
And gives a free, but large reward.
8 Who knows the errors of his thoughts?
My God, forgive my fecret faults,
And from prefumptuous fins restrain ;
Accept my poor attempts of praife,
That I have read thy book of grace,
And book of nature, not in vain.
PSALM XX. Long Metre.
Prayer and hope of victory.
For a day of prayer in time of war.
may the God of pow'r and grace
Attend his people's humble cry!
Jehovah hears when Ifr'el prays,
And brings deliv'rance from on high.
2 The name of Jacob's God defends
Better than fhields or brazen walls ;
He from his fanctuary fends
Succour and ftrength, when Zion calls.
3 Well he remembers all our fighs
His love exceeds our best deferts;
His love accepts the facrifice
Of humble groans and broken hearts.
4 In his falvation is our hope,
And in the name of Ifr'el's God
Our troops fhall lift their banners up,
Our navies fpread their flags abroad.
5 Some truft in horfes train'd for war,
And fome of chariots make their boasts;
Our fureft expectations are
From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hosts. 6 [O may the mem'ry of thy name Infpire our armies for the fight!
Our foes fhall fall and die with fhame, Or quit the field with fhameful flight.]7 Now fave us, Lord, from flavish fear ; Now let our hope be firm and strong, 'Till thy falvation fhall appear, And joy and triumph raise the fong.
PSALM XXI. Com. Metre. Altered. Our country the care of heaven.
UR land, O Lord, with fongs of praise
Ο Shall in thy ftrength rejoice;
And, bleft with thy falvation, raise
To heav'n their cheerful voice.
2 Thy fure defence, through nations round, ..Has fpread our wond'rous name;
And our fuccefsful actions crown'd
With dignity and fame.
3 Then let our land on God alone
For timely aid rely;
His mercy, which adorns his throne,
Shall all our wants fupply.
4 But, righteous Lord, thy ftubborn foes
Shall feel thy dreadful hand;
Thy vengeful arm fhall find out thofe
Who hate all just command.
5 When thou against them doft engage,
Thy juft, but dreadful doom
Shall, like a fiery oven's rage,
Their hopes and them confume.
6 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous pow'r declare,
And thus exalt thy fame;
Whilft we glad fongs of praife prepare
For thine almighty name.
PSALM XXI. ver. 1-9. Long Metre.
Chrift exalted to the kingdom.
AVID rejoic'd in God his ftrength,
Rais'd to the throne by special grace;
But Chrift the Son appears at length,
Fulfils the triumph and the praife.
2 How great is the Melliah's joy
In the falvation of thy hand!
Lord, thou haft rais'd his kingdom high,
And giv'n the world to his command.
3 Thy goodnefs grants whate'er he will,
Nor doth the leaft request withhold;
Bleffings of love prevent him ftill,
And crowns of glory, not of gold.
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