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Bedford.

PSALM I.

THE man is bleft, who hath not bent

To bad advice his ear;
Nor trod the finner's path, nor fat
The scorner's jeft to hear;

But, night and day, the law of God
Makes his delightful theme:
He shall be like the tree that grows
Near some refreshing stream;

Whose boughs a plenteous load of fruit
In timely season bear:

So fhall he flourish, so endure;

His leaf no blight shall fear.

But, driv'n like duft before the wind,
The race of finners fly;

Nor with the Juft in judgement stand,
But drooping fade and die.

PSALM

St. James's.

VIII.

THOU, to whom all creatures bow

Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art Thou!
How glorious is thy name!

In heav'n thy wondrous acts are fung;
Thy works are hallow'd there:
On earth Thou mak'ft the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.

By day, thy beauteous frame on high
Employs our wond'ring fight;

By night, the moon, which rules the sky,

With stars of feebler light.

Lord, what is man, that Thou should'ft bear

His lowly race in mind!

That they with angels glory fhare!

From Thee protection find!

St. James's.

O Thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art Thou!
How glorious is thy name!

Canon.

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PSALM VIII.

IMMORTAL King! through earth's wide frame

How great thy honour, praise, and name !
Thy reign o'er diftant worlds extends;
Thy glory heav'n's vaft height transcends.

When, wrapt in thought, with wakeful eye,
I view the wonders of the sky,
Whose frame thy fingers o'er our head
In rich magnificence have spread;

Lord, what is man, that in thy care
His humble lot fhould find a share!
Or what the son of man, that Thou
Thus to his wants thine ear should'ft bow!

Made fubject to his feet by Thee,
To him all nature bends the knee.
Immortal King, through earth's wide frame
How great thy honour, praise, and name!