With melody of found record His honours, and your joys. 2 Say to the Power that fhakes the sky, "How terrible art thou! "Sinners before thy prefence fly, "Or at thy feet they bow."
3 [Come, fee the wonders of our God,
How glorious are his ways!
In Mofes' hand he puts his rod,
And cleaves the frighted feas.
4 He made the ebbing channel dry,
While Ifrael pass'd the flood;
There did the church begin their joy,
And triumph in their God.]
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He rules by his refiftless might;
Will rebel mortals dare
Provoke the Eternal to the fight,
And tempt that dreadful war?
6 O blefs our God, and never cease; Ye faints, fulfil his praife;
He keeps our life, maintains our peace,
And guides our doubtful ways.
7 Lord, thou haft prov'd our fuffering fouls,
To make our graces fhine;
So filver bears the burning coals,
The metal to refine.
8 Through watery deeps and fiery ways,
We march at thy command;
Led to poffefs the promis'd place
By thine unerring hand.
PSALM LXVI. 2d Part. Com. Metre. [*]
Ver. 13-20. Praife to God for hearing prayer.
No that Almighty Power,
OW fhall my folemn vows be paid
That heard the long requefts I made
In my diftrefsful hour.
2 My lips and cheerful heart prepare
To make his mercies known;
Come, ye that fear my God, and hear
The wonders he has done.
3 When on my head huge forrows fell, I fought his heavenly aid;
He fav'd my finking foul from hell,
And death's eternal fhade.
4 If fin lay cover'd in my heart,
While prayer employ'd my tongue,
The Lord had fhewn me no regard,
Nor I his praifes fung.
5 But God (his name be ever bleft)
Has fet my fpirit free,
Nor turn'd from him my poor request,
Nor turn'd his heart from me.
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PSALM LXVII. Common Metre. [*] The nation's profperity, and the church's increafe. HINE, mighty God, on this our land, With beams of heavenly grace; Reveal thy power through all our coafts, And fhew thy fmiling face.
SHIN
2 [Amidft our States, exalted high,
Do thou our glory stand,
And like a wall of guardian fire,
Surround the favourite land.]
3 When fhall thy name, from shore to fhore, Sound all the earth abroad,
And diftant nations know and love
Their Saviour and their God?
4 Sing to the Lord, ye diftant lands,
Sing loud with folemn voice;
While thankful tongues exalt his praise,
And grateful hearts rejoice.
3 He, the great Lord, the fovereign Judge, That fits enthron'd above,
Wifely commands the worlds he made,
In juftice and in love.
6 Earth fhall obey her Maker's will,
And yield a full increase;
Our God will crown his chofen land
With fruitfulness and peace.
7 God the Redeemer fcatters round
His choiceft favours here ;
While the creation's utmoft bound
Shall fee, adore, and fear.
PSALM LXVIII. 1 Part. Long Met. [*] Ver. 1-6, 32-35. The vengeance and compassion of God. LET God arife in all his might,
And put the troops of hell to flight,
As imoke, that fought to cloud the fkies,
Before the rifing tempeft flies.
2 [He comes, array'd in burning flames;
Juftice and vengeance are his names:
Behold his fainting foes expire,
Like melting wax before the fire.]
3 He rides and thunders through the fky;
His name, JEHOVAH, founds on high:
Sing to his name, ye fons of grace;
Ye faints, rejoice before his face.
4 The widow and the fatherless
Fly to his aid in fharp diftrefs;
In him the poor and helpless find
A judge that's juft, a father kind.
5 He breaks the captive's heavy chain,
And prifoners fee the light again;
But rebels, that difpute his will,
Shall dwell in chains and darkness ftill.
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6 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong;
Crown him, ye nations, in your song:
His wondrous names and powers rehearse;
His honours fhall enrich your veise.
7 He shakes the heavens with loud alarms; How terrible is God in armns!
In Ifrael are his mercies known,
Ifrael is his peculiar throne.
8 Proclaim him king, pronounce him bleft;
He's your defence, your joy, your reft:
When terrors rife, and nations faint,
God is the ftrength of every faint.
PSALM LXVIII. 2d Part. Long Metre. [*]
Ver. 17, 18.
Christ's afcenfion and the gift of the Spirit.
LORD, when thou didft afcend on high,
Ten thousand angels the
Thofe heavenly guards around thee wait,
Like chariots, that attend thy ftate.
2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear
More glorious when the Lord was there;
While he pronounc'd his dreadful law,
And ftruck the chofen tribes with awe.
3 How bright the triumph none can tell,
When the rebellious powers of hell,
That thoufand fouls had captive made,
Were all in chains like captives led.
4 Rais'd by his Father to the throne,
He fent the promis'd Spirit down,
With gifts and grace for rebel men,
That God might dwell on earth again.
PSALM LXVIII. 3d Part. Long Metre. [*]
Ver. 19, 9, 20-22.
Praise for temporal blessings; or, common and spirit-
ual mercies.
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WE blefs the Lord, the juft, the good,
Who fills our hearts with joy and food;
Who pours his bleffings from the fkies,
And loads our days with rich fupplies.
2 He fends the fun his circuit round,
To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground;
He bids the clouds, with plenteous rain,
Refresh the thirsty earth again.
3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath,
And all our near escapes from death:
Safety and health to God belong;
He helps the weak, and guards the ftrong.
4 He makes the faint and finner prove
The common bleffings of his love;
But the wide difference that remains
Is endless joys, or endless pains.
5 The Lord, that bruis'd the ferpent's head,
On all the ferpent's feed fhall tread;
The flubborn finner's hope confound,
And finite him with a lafting wound.
6 But his right hand his faints fhall raise
From the deep earth, or deeper feas;
And bring them to his courts above,
There fhall they tafte his fpecial love.
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PSALM LXIX. 1ft Part. Com. Metre. [b]
Ver. 1-14. The sufferings of Chrift for our falvation.
AVE me, O God; the fwelling floods
"Break in upon my foul:
"I fink, and forrows o'er my head
"Like mighty waters roll.
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"SAVE
-2 "I cry till all my voice be gone ;
"In tears I waste the day:
"My God, behold my longing eyes,
"And fhorten thy delay.
4 "Twas then I paid that dreadful debt,
"That men could never pay,
"And gave thofe honours to thy law,
"Which finners took away."
5 Thus, in the great Meffiah's name,
The royal prophet mourns;
Thus he awakes our hearts to grief,
And gives us joy by turns.
"They hate my foul without a cause,
"And ftill their number grows
"More than the hairs around my head,
"And mighty are my foes.
6 "Now fhall the faints rejoice, and find "Salvation in my name,
"For I have borne their heavy load
"Of forrow, pain, and fhame.
"Grief, like a garment, cloth'd me round,
"And fackcloth was my drefs,
"While I procur'd for naked fouls
"A robe of righteousness.
8 "Amongst my brethren and the Jews, "I like a stranger flood,
"And bore their vile reproach, to bring "The Gentiles near to God.
"I came in finful mortals' stead
"To do my Father's will;
"Yet, when I cleans'd my Father's houfe,
They fcandaliz'd my zeal.
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My faftings and my holy groans "Were made the drunkard's fong; But God, from his celeftial throne, "Heard my complaining tongue. 11 "He fav'd me from the dreadful deep, "Nor let my foul be drown'd; "He rais'd and fix'd my finking feet "On well establish'd ground.
12 "Twas in a moft accepted hour, "My prayer arose on high,
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