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PSALM XIX. Particular Metre. [*]

The books of nature and fcripture.

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1 REAT God, the heaven's well order'd frame

of thy name:

There thy rich works of wonder fhine :
A thoufand ftarry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear
Of boundless power and kill divine.
2 From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light

Lectures of heavenly wildom read;
With filent eloquence they raife
Our thoughts to our Creator's praise,
And neither found nor language need.
3 Yet their divine inftructions run
Far as the journies of the fun,

And every 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 fpreads his beams abroad,
He fmiles, and fpeaks his maker, God;

All nature joins to fhew thy praife.
Thus God in every 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 ftray;

Thy promise leads my heart to reft.
6 From the difcoveries 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 has the furnace pafs'd,
Appears fo pleafing to the fight.

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7 Thy threatenings wake my flumbering eyes,
And warn me where my danger lies;
But 'tis thy bleffed gofpel, Lord,

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That makes my guilty confcience clean,
Converts my foul, fubdues my sin,

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 reftrain ; 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. NOW may the God of power and grace

Attend his people's humble cry!
Jehovah hears when Ifrael prays,
And brings deliverance 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 beft deferts;
His love accepts the facrifice


Of humble groans and broken hearts.
In his falvation is our hope,
And in the name of Ifrael's God
Our troops fhall lift their banners up,
Our navies spread their flags abroad.
5 Some truft in horfes train'd for war,
And fome of chariots make their boafts;
Our fureft expectations are

From thee, the Lord of heavenly hofts.
6 [O may the memory 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 flavifh fear;
Now let our hope be firm and ftrong,
Till thy falvation fhall appear,
And joy and triumph raife the fong.


PSALM XXI. Common Metre. Altered. [*]

Our country the care of Heaven.


UR land, O Lord, with fongs of praife
Shall in thy ftrength rejoice;
And, bleft with thy falvation, raise
To heaven their cheerful voice.

Thy fure defence, through nations round,
Has fpread our wondrous 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 supply.

4 But, righteous Lord, thy ftubborn foes Shall feel thy dreadful hand;

Thy vengeful arm fhall find out those
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 wondrous power declare,
And thus exalt thy fame;
Whilft we glad fongs of praife prepare
For thine almighty name.

PSALM XXI. Long Metre. [*]

Ver. 1-9. Chrift exalted to the kingdom.
AVID rejoic'd in God his ftrength,
Rais'd to the throne by fpecial grace;
But Chrift the Son appears at length,
Fulfils the triumph and the praife.
2 How great is the Meffiah's joy
In the falvation of thy hand!
Lord, thou haft rais'd his kingdom high,
And given the world to his command.
3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will,
Nor doth the least requeft withhold;
Bleffings of love prevent him itill,
And crowns of glory, not of gold.
4 Honour and majefty divine
Around his facred temples fhine;


Bleft with the favour of thy face,
And length of everlasting days.

5 Thine hand fhall find out all his foes;
And as a fiery oven glows
With raging heat and living coals,
So fhall thy wrath devour their fouls.


PSALM XXII. 1ft Part.

Com. Metre. [b]

Ver. 1-16. The fufferings and death of Chrift.


7HY has my God my foal forfook,
"Nor will a fmile afford ?”

(Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord.)

2 Though 'tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praifing faints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.

3 Our fathers trufted in thy name,
And great deliverance found;
But I'm a worm, defpis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.

4 Shaking the head, they pafs me by,
And laugh my foul to fcorn;
"In vain he trufts in God," they cry,
"Neglected and forlorn."

5 But thou art he who form'd my flefh
By thine almighty word:
And fince I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.

6 Why will my Father hide his face
When foes ftand threatening round,
In the dark hour of deep diftrefs,
And not a helper found?


7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,

As bulls of Bafhan, fierce and ftrong,
As lions roaring loud.

8 From earth and hell my forrows meet,
To multiply the fmart;
They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.

9 Yet if thy foyereign hand let loofe
The rage of earth and hell,.
Why will my heavenly Father bruise
The Son he loves fo well?

10 My God, if poffible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup;
But I refign my will to thee,
And drink the forrows up.

11 My heart diffolves with pangs unknown;
In groans I waste my breath;

Thy heavy hand hath brought me down
Low as the duft of death.

12 Father, I give my fpirit up,

And truft it in thy hand:
My dying flefh fhall rest in hope,
And rife at thy command.

PSALM XXII. 2d Part. Common Metre. [b]

Ver. 20, 21, 27-31. Chrif's fufferings and kingdom. NOV WOW from the roaring lion's rage, O Lord, protect thy Son; "Nor leave thy darling to engage "The powers of hell alone."


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2 Thus did our fuffering Saviour pray,
With mighty cries and tears:
God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chas'd away his fears.

3 Great was the victory of his death,
His throne exalted high;
And all the kindreds of the earth
Shall worship, or shall die.
4 A numerous offspring muft arife
From his expiring groans;
They fhall be reckon'd in his eyes
For daughters and for fons.


The meek and humble fouls fhall fee
His table richly spread;
And all, that feek the Lord, shall be
With joys immortal fed.

6 The ifles fhall know the righteousness
Of our incarnate God;

And nations, yet unborn, profefs
Salvation in his blood,

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