Of duft and worms thy power can frame
A monument of praife.
[Out of the mouths of babes And fucklings, thou canst draw Surprifing honours to thy name !
And frike the world with awe. 8 O Lord our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine;
Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they fhine.]
PSALM VIII. Common Metre. [*] Christ's condefcenfion and glorification; or, God made
man.
1 LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great
The glories of thy heavenly state
Let men and babes proclaim.
When I behold thy works on high,
The moon, which rules the night,
And ftars, that well adorn the fky,
Those moving worlds of light:
3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, Who dwells fo far below,
That thou fhouldft vifit him with grace,
And love his nature fe!
4 That thine eternal Son fhould bear
To take a mortal form,
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 fifhes own
His Godhead and his power.
6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet;
And fifh, at his command,
Bring their large fhoals to Peter's net,
Bring tribute to his hand.
7 Thefe leffer 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 majefty
Who bow'd his head to death;
And be his honours founded high,
By all things that have breath.
9 Jefus, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name;
The glories of thy heavenly ftate
Let the whole earth proclaim.
PSALM VIII. 1ft Part. Long Metre.
Ver. 1, 2, paraphrafed.
[*]
The hofanna of the children; or, infants praifing God.
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ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,
Through the wide earth thy name is spread; And thine eternal glories rife
O'er all the heavens thy hands have made.
To thee the voices of the young
A monument of honour raife;
And babes, with uninftructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.
3 Thy power affifts their tender age
To bring proud rebels to the ground;
To fill the bold blafphemer's rage,
And all their policies confound.
Children amidst thy temple throng
To fee their great Redeemer's face;
The Son of David is their fong,
And young hofannas fill the place.
5 The frowning fcribes and angry priests
In vain their impious cavils bring;
Revenge fits filent in their breafts
While Jewish babes proclaim their King.
PSALM VIII. 2d Part. Long Metre. [b] Ver. 3, &c. paraphrafed.
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Adam and Chrift, lords of the old and new creation.
LORD, what was man when made at first !
Adam, the offspring of the duft!
That thou fhouldft fet him and his race
But just below an angel's place!
2 That thou fhouldft raife his nature fo,
And make him lord of all below;
Make every beaft and bird fubmit,
And lay the fifhes at his feet!
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3 But O! what brighter glories wait
To crown the Second Adam's ftate!
What honours fhall thy Son adorn,
Who condefcended to be born!
4 See him below his angels made!
See him in duft among the dead,
To fave a ruin'd world from fin:
But he fhall reign with power divine 1
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The world to come, redeem'd from all
The miferies which attend the fall,
PSALM IX. 1 Part. Common Metre. [*] Wrath and mercy from the judgment feat.
WITH my whole heart I'll raise my fong,
I'll proclaim;
Thou, fovereign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put my foes to fhame.
New made, and glorious, fhall fubmit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.
2 I'll fing thy majefty and grace;
My God prepares his throne
To judge the world righteoufnefs,
And make his vengeance known.
3 Then fhall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor opprefs'd;
To fave the people of his love,
And give the weary reft.
4 The men who know thy name will truft
In thy abundant grace;
For thou haft ne'er forfook the juft,
Who humbly fought thy face.
5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill,
Who executes his threatening word,
And doth his grace fulfil.
PSALM IX. 2d Part. Common Metre. [b]
Ver. 12. The wildom and equity of Providence
HEN the great Judge, fupreme and just
Shall once inquire for blood;
The humble fouls, who mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.
WHEN
2 He from the dreadful gates of death Does his own children raise :
In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath,
They fing their Father's praife.
3 His foes fhall fall, with heedlefs feet,
Into the pit they made;
And finners perifh in the net
Which their own hands had fpread.
4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God,
Are thy deep counfels known:
When men of mifchief are deftroy'd,
The fnare must be their own.
PAUSE.
5 The wicked fhall fink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Againft thy known commands.
6 Though faints to fore diftrefs are brought,
And wait, and long complain,
Their cries fhall never be forgot,
Nor fhall their hopes be vain.
7 [Rife, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and fave the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.
8 Thy thunder fhall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,
Make them confefs that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.]
Common Metre. [b]
PSALM X. Prayers heard, and faints faved; or, pride, atheism and oppreffon punished. For a humiliation day.
WHY doth the Lord ftand off fo far?
And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep diftrefs?
Lord, fhall the wicked ftill deride
Thy juftice and thy power?
Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And ftill thy faints devour?
They put thy judgments from their fight,
And then infult the poor,
They boaft in their exalted height,
That they fhall fall no more.
4 Arife, O God, lift up thine hand;
Attend our humble cry;
No enemy fhall dare to ftand
When God afcends on high.
PAUSE.
5 Why do the men of malice rage,
And fay, with foolish pride,
"The God of heaven will ne'er engage
"To fight on Zion's fide ?"
6 But thou forever art our Lord;
And powerful is thine hand,
As when the heathens felt thy fword,
And perifh'd from thy land.
7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And caufe thine ear to hear;
Hearken to what thy children fay,
And put the world in fear.
8 Proud tyrants fhall no more opprefs;
No more defpife the juft;
And mighty finners fhall confefs
They are but earth and duft.
PSALM XI. Long Metre. [*] God loves the righteous, and hates the wicked. refuge is the God of
MY Why do my foes infult, and cry,
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Fly, like a timorous, trembling dove, "To diftant woods or mountains fly ?" 2 If government be all deftroy'd,
(That firm foundation of our peace)
And violence make juftice void,
Where fhall the righteous feek redress?
3 The Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne;
His eyes furvey the world below;
To him all mortal things are known;
His eye-lids fearch our fpirits through.
4 If he afflicts his faints fo far,
To prove their love and try their grace,
What may the bold tranfgreffors fear!
His very foul abhors their ways.
5 On impious wretches he fhall rain
Tempelts of brimftone, fire and death,
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