8 Immortal light, and joys unknown,
Are for the faints in darknefs fown;
Thofe glorious feeds fhall fpring and rife,
And the bright harvest blefs our eyes.
4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The facred honours of the Lord;
None but the foul that feels his grace
Can triumph in his holinefs.
PSALM XCVII. Common Metre.
Chrift's incarnation, and the last judgment.
E iflands of the northern fea,
Rejoice, the Saviour reigns;
His word, like fire, prepares his way,
And mountains melt to plains.
2 His prefence finks the proudest hills,
And makes the vallies rife ;
The humble foul enjoys his fmiles,
The haughty finner dies.
3 The heavens his rightful power proclaim!
The idol gods around
Fill their own worshippers with fhame,
And totter to the ground.
4 Adoring angels, at his birth,
Made the Redeemer known;
Thus fhall he come to judge the earth,
And angels guard his throne.
5 His foes fhall tremble at his fight,
And hills and feas retire;
His children take their unknown flight,
And leave the world on file.
6 The feeds of joy and glory fown
For faints in darknefs here,
Shall rife and fpring in worlds unknown,
And a rich harveft bear.
PSALM XCVIII. 1ft Part. Com. Met. [*]
Praife for the gospel.
our almighty Maker, God, New honours be addrefs'd;
His great falvation fhines abroad,
And makes the nations blefs'd.
2 He fpake the word to Abrah'm firft, His truth fulfils his grace;
The Gentiles make his name their trust,
And learn his righteousness.
3 Let the whole earth his love proclaim
With all her different tongues;
And fpread the honours of his name
In melody and fongs.
PSALM XCVIII. 2d Part. Com. M. [*]
The Meffiah's coming and kingdom.
OY to the world! the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King:
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature fing.
2 Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns!
Let men their fongs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the founding joy.
3 No more let fins and forrows grow,
Nor thorns infeft the ground;
He comes to make his bleffings flow
Far as the curfe is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
PSALM XCIX. 1ft Part. Short Metre. [*]
Chrift's king dom and majesty.
HE God JEHOVAH reigns,
Let all the nations fear;
Let finners tremble at his throne,
And faints be humble there.
Jefus, the Saviour, reigns!
Let earth adore its Lord,
Bright cherubs his attendants ftand,
Swift to fulfil his word.
His honours are divine:
His church fhall make his wonders known,
For there his glories fhine.
How terrible his praife!
Juftice and truth, and judgment join
In all his works of grace.
PSALM XCIX. 2d Part. Short Metre. [*]
A holy God worshipped with reverence.
XALT the Lord our God,
And worship at his feet:
His nature is all holiness,
And mercy is his feat.
2 When Ifrael was his church, When Aaron was his prieft,
When Mofes cry'd, when Samuel pray'd,
He gave his people reft.
Oft he forgave their fins,
Nor would deftroy their race,
And oft he made his vengeance known,
When they abus'd his grace.
Exalt the Lord our God,
Whofe grace is ftill the fame ;
Still he's a God of holiness,
And jealous for his name.
PSALM C. 1ft Part. Long Metre. [*]
A plain tranflation. Praife to our Creator.
Ynore the Lord, your fovereign King,
E nations of the earth, rejoice
Serve him with cheerful heart and voice,
With all your tongues his glory fing.
2 The Lord is God; 'tis he alone
Doth life and breath and being give;
We are his work, and not our own;
The fheep that on his paftures live.
3 Enter his gates with fongs of joy,
With prailes to his courts repair,
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thanks and honours there.
4 The Lord is good; the Lord is kind;
Great is his grace, his mercy fure;
And the whole race of man fhall find
His truth from age to age endure.
PSALM C. 2d Part. Long Metre. [*]
A paraphrafe.
ING to the Lord with joyful voice;
Let every land his name adore ;
The northern ifles fhall fend the noife
Acrofs the ocean, to the fhore.
2 Nations attend before his throne,
With folemn fear, with facred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone:
He can create, and he deftroy.
3 His fovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay and form'd us men;
And when like wandering fheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.
4 We are his people, we his care,
Our fouls and all our mortal frame:
What lafting honours fhall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
We'll crowd thy gates with thankful fongs, High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with founding praise. 6 Wide as the world is thy command, Vaft as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth muft ftand,
When rolling years fhall cease to move.
PSALM CI. Long Metre. [*]
The magiftrate's pfalm.
MERCY and judgment are my fong!
And fince they both to thee belong,
My gracious God, my righteous King,
To thee my fongs and vows I'll bring.
2 If I am rais'd to bear the fword,
I'll take my counfels from thy word;
Thy juftice and thy heavenly grace
Shall be the pattern of my ways.
3 Let wifdom all my actions guide,
And let my God with me refide;
No wicked thing fhall dwell with me,
Which may provoke thy jealoufy.
4 No fons of flander, rage and frife,
Shall be companions of my life;
The haughty look, the heart of pride,
Within my doors fhall ne'er abide.
5 [I'll fearch the land, and raise the just
To pofts of honour, wealth and truft;
The men that work thy holy will,
Shall be my friends and favourites fill.]
6 In vain fhall finners hope to rife
By flatt'ring or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,
The bold offender fhan't be fpar'd.
7 The impious crew, that factious band,
Shall hide their heads, or quit the land;
And all that break the public reft,
Where I have power, fhall be fupprefs'd.
PSALM CI. Common Metre. [x]
A pfalm for a master of a family.
F juffice and of grace I fing,
And pay my God my vows;
Thy grace and juftice, heavenly King,
Teach me to rule my houfe.
Now to my tent, O God, repair,
And make thy fervant wife;
I'll fuffer nothing near me there
That fhall offend thine eyes.
3 The man that doth his neighbour wrong,
By falfehood or by force,
The fcornful eye, the flanderous tongue,
I'll thruft them from my doors.
4 I'll feek the faithful and the just,
And will their help enjoy;
These are the friends that I shall truft,
The fervants I'll employ.
5 The wretch that deals in fly deceit,
I'll not endure a night:
The liar's tongue I'll ever hate,
And banish from my fight.
6 I'll purge my family around,
And make the wicked flee;
So fhall my houfe be ever found
A dwelling fit for thee.
PSALM CII. 1 Part. Common Metre. [b] Ver. 1-13, 20, 21. A prayer of the afflicted. 'HEAR me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But anfwer, left I die;
Haft thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when finners cry?
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