4 That thine eternal Son should bear To take a mortal form,

5

Made lower than his angels are,
To save a dying worm.

[Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown, And man would not adore;

Th' obedient seas and fishes own
His Godhead and his pow'r.

6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet; And fish, at his command,

Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, And tribute to his hand.

7 These lesser glories of thy Son

Shone thro' the fleshly cloud :
Now we behold him on his throne,
And men confess him God.]

8 Let him be crown'd with majesty,
Who bow'd his head to death;
And be his honours sounded high,
By all things that have breath.

9 Jesus, our Lord! how wond'rous great Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heav'nly state

Let the whole earth proclaim.

Hosanna of the children: or, Infants praising God.

1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies!

Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread; And thine eternal glories rise,

O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made.

2 To thee the voices of the young

A monument of honour raise;
And babes, with uninstructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.
3 Thy pow'r assists their tender age,
To bring proud rebels to the ground;
To still the bold blasphemer's rage,
And all their policies confound.
4 Children amidst thy temple throng,
To see their great Redeemer's face;
The Son of David is their song,
And young hosannas fill the place.
5 The frowning scribes, and angry priests,
In vain their impious cavils bring!
Revenge sits silent in their breasts,
While Jewish babes proclaim their King.

PSALM VIII. ver. 3, &c. Paraphrased.
Second Part. (L. M.)

Adam and Christ, lords of the old and new creation.

1 LORD what was man when made at first?
Adam, the offspring of the dust!
That thou should'st set him, and his race,
But just below an angel's place!

2 That thou should'st raise his nature so,
And make him lord of all below!
Make ev'ry beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet!
3 But what brighter glories wait
To crown the second Adam's state!
What honours shall thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born!

4 See him below his angels made,
See him in dust amongst the dead,
To save a ruin d world from sin :
But he shall reign with pow'r divine.

5 The world to come, redeem'd from all
The mis'ries that attend the fall,
New made, and glorious, shall submit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.

PSALM IX. First Part. (C. M.) Wrath and mercy from the judgment-seat. 1 WITH my whole heart I'll raise my song, Thy wonders I'll proclaim;

Thou, sov'reign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put my foes to shame.

2 1 sing thy majesty and grace:
My God prepares his throne,
To judge the world in righteousness,
And make his vengeance known.

3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor opprest;
To save the people of his love,
And give the weary rest.

4 The men that know thy name, will trust
In thine abundant grace;

For thou hast ne'er forsook the just,
Who humbly sought thy face.

5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill;
Who executes his threat'ning word,
And doth his grace fulfil.

PSALM IX. ver. 12. Second Part.

The wisdom and equity of Providence. 1 WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just, Shall once inquire for blood,

The humble souls that mourn in dust
Shall find a faithful God.

2 He from the dreadful gates of death,
Doth his own children raise :
In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath,
They sing their Father's praise.

3 His foes shall fall with heedless feet
Into the pit they made;
And sinners perish in the net

That their own hands had spread.

4 Thus, by thy judgments, mighty God!
Are thy deep counsels known;
When men of mischief are destroy'd,
The snare must be their own.

8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain;
Make them confess that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.]

PSALM X.

Prayer heard, and saints saved: or, pride, atheism, and oppression, punished. For an Humiliation Day.

1 WIIY doth the Lord stand off so far,
And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?

2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy pow'r?

Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?

3 They put thy judgments from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
They boast in their exalted height,
That they shall fall no more.

4 Arise, O God! lift up thine hand,
Attend our humble cry:
No enemy shall dare to stand,
When God ascends on high.
PAUSE.

5 Why do the men of malice rage;
And cry with foolish pride,

"The God of heav'n will ne'er engage
"To fight on Zion's side ?"

6 But thou for ever art our Lord,
And pow'rful is thine hand;
As when the heathens felt thy sword,
And perish'd from thy land.

7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause thine ears to hear;
He hearkens what his children say,
And puts the world in fear.

8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,
No more despise the just;

And mighty sinners shall confess
They are but earth and dust.

PSALM XI. (L. M.)

God loves the righteous, and hates the wicked. 1 MY refuge is the God of love: Why do my foes insult, aud cry, "Fly, like a tim'rous trembling dove; "To distant woods or mountains fly ?"

2 If government be all destroy'd

(That firm foundation of our peace),
And violence make justice void,
Where shall the righteous seek redress ?

3 The Lord in heav'n hath fix'd his throne
His eyes survey the world below;
To him all mortal things are known;
His eyelids search our spirits thro'.
4 If he afflicts his saints so far,

To prove their love, and try their grace,
What may the bold transgressors fear?
His very soul abhors their ways.

5 On impious wretches he shall rain
Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death;
Such as he kindled on the plain
Of Sodom, with his angry breath.

6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere ;
And with a gracious eye beholds
The men that his own image bear.

PSALM XII. (L. M.)

The saints' safety and hope in evil times; or, sins of the tongue complained of; namely, blasphemy, falsehood, &c.

1 LORD, if thou dost not soon appear,
Virtue and truth will flee away;
A faithful man amongst us here
Will scarce be found if thou delay.

2 The whole discourse, when neighbours meet,
Is fill'd with trifles loose and vain;
Their lips are flatt'ry and deceit,
And their proud language is profane.

3 But lips that with deceit abound,
Shall not maintain their triumph long;
The God of vengeance will confound
The flatt'ring and blaspheming tongue.
4" Yet shall our words be free (they cry),
"Our tongue shall be controll'd by none
"Where is the Lord will ask us why?
why?
Or say our lips are not our own ?"

5 The Lord, who sees the poor opprest,
And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain,
Will rise to give his children rest,
Nor shall they trust his word in vain.

6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often tried,
Void of deceit shall still appear:
Not silver, seven times purified,
From dross and mixture shines so clear.

7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour
Defend the holy soul from harm:
Tho', when the vilest men have power,
On ev'ry side will sinners swarm.

in darkness.

1 How long, O Lord, shall I complain,
Like one that seeks his God in vain ?
Canst thou thy face for ever hide;
And I still pray, and be denied?

2 Shall I for ever be forgot,

As one whom thou regardest not?
Still shall my soul thine absence mourn;
And still despair of thy return?

3 How long shall my poor troubled breast
Be with these anxious thoughts opprest;
And Satan, my malicious foe,
Rejoice to see me sunk so low?

4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief;
Before my death conclude my grief:
If thou withhold'st thy heav'nly light,
I sleep in everlasting night.

5 How will the powers of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul be lost!
But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.

6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.

PSALM XIII. (C. M.)

Complaint under temptations of the devil."

1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face,
My God, how long delay ?
When shall I feel those heav'nly rays
That chase my fears away?

2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul Wrestle and toil in vain ?

Thy word can all my foes control,
And ease my raging pain.

3 See how the prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts:

He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.

4 Be thou my sun, be thou my shield; My soul in safety keep;

Make haste, before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep.

5 How would the tempter boast aloud, If I became his prey!

Behold, the sons of hell grow proud
At thy so long delay.

6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.

7 Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace,
Where all my hopes have hung;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And vict'ry shall be sung.

Corrupt discourse proceeds;

And in their impious hands are found
Abominable deeds.

3 The Lord from his celestial throne
Look'd down on things below;
To find the man that sought his grace,
Or did his justice know.

4 By nature all are gone astray,

Their practice all the same:

There's none that fears his maker's hand;
There's none that loves his name.

5 Their tongues are us❜d to speak deceit;
Their slanders never cease ;
flow swift to mischief are their feet!
Nor Know the paths of peace.

6 Such seeds of sin (that bitter root)
In every heart are found;
Nor can they bear diviner fruit,
Till grace refine the ground.

PSALM XIV. Second Part. (C. M.)
The folly of persecutors.

1 ARE sinners now so senseless grown,
That they the saints devour:
And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful power?

2 Great God, appear to their surprise;
Reveal thy dreadful name:

Let them no more thy wrath despise,
Nor turn our hope to shame.

3 Dost thou not dwell among the just?
And yet our foes deride,

That we should make thy name our trust Great God, confound their pride!

4 O that the joyful day was come To finish our distress!

When God shall bring his children home, Our songs shall never cease.

PSALM XV. (C.M.)

Character of a saint: or, a citizen of Zion: or the qualifications of a Christian.

1 WHO shall inhabit in thy hill,
O God of holiness?

Whom will the Lord admit to dwell
So near his throne of grace?

2 The man that walks in pious ways,
And works with righteous hands;
That trusts his Maker's promises,
And follows his commands.

3 Ile speaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor slanders with his tongue;
Will scarce believe an ill report,
Nor do his neighbour wrong.

4 The wealthy sinner he contemns,
Loves all that fear the Lord;
And tho' to his own hurt he swears,
Still he performs his word.

5 His hands disdain a golden bribe,
And never gripe the poor;

This man shall dwell with God on earth, And find his heaven secure.

PSALM XV. (L. M.)

Religion and justice, goodness and truth: or, duties to God and man: or, the qualifications of a Christian.

1 WHO shall ascend thy heavenly place,
Great God, and dwell before thy face?
The man that minds religion now,
And humbly walks with God below:

2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean;
Whose lips still speak the thing they mean:
No slanders dwell upon his tongue;
He hates to do his neighbour wrong.
3 [Scarce will he trust an ill report,
Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt:
Sinners of state he can despise,
But saints are honour'd in his eyes.]
4 [Firm to his word he ever stood,

And always makes his promise good:
Nor dares to change the thing he swears,
Whatever pain or loss he bears.]

5 [He never deals in bribing gold,
And mourns that justice should be sold;
While others gripe and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.]

6 He loves his enemies, and prays
For those that curse him to his face;
And doth to all men still the same
That he would hope or wish from them.

7 Yet, when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone,
This is the man thy face shall see,
And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.

1 PRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need!
For succour to thy throne I flee,
But have no merits there to plead ;
My goodness cannot reach to thee.

2 Oft have my heart and tongue confest
How empty and how poor I am:
My praise can never make thee blest,
Nor add new glories to thy name.

3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good we do;
These are the company I keep,
These are the choicest friends I know.

4 Let others choose the sons of mirth,
To give a relish to their wine;

I love the men of heavenly birth,

Whose thoughts and language are divine.

PSALM XVI. Second Part.

Christ's all-sufficiency.

(L.M.)

1 How fast their guilt and sorrows rise,
Who haste to seek some idol god;
I will not taste their sacrifice,
Their off'rings of forbidden blood.

2 My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon:
He for my life has offer'd up
Jesus, his best beloved Son.

3 His love is my perpetual feast, By day his counsels guide me right: And be his name for ever blest, 4 I set him still before mine eyes, Who gives me sweet advice by night.

At my right hand he stands prepar'd To keep my soul from all surprise, And be my everlasting guard.

PSALM XVI. Third Part. (L. M.) Courage in death, and hope of the resurrection 1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong His arm is my almighty prop:

Be glad, my heart; rejoice my tongue;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.

2 Tho' in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.

3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then shalt thou lead the wond'rous way,
Up to thy throne above the sky.

4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discov'ries of thy grace

(Which we but tasted here below)

Spread heavenly joys thro' all the place.

PSALM XVI. 1-8. First Part. (C. M.)
Support and counsel from God, without meris.
1 SAVE me, O Lord, from ev'ry foe,
In thee my trust I place;
Tho' all the good that I can do
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.

2 Yet if my God prolong my breath,
The saints may profit by't;
The saints, the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.

3 Let heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone;
But my delightful lot is cast
Where the true God is known.

4 His hand provides my constant food;
He fills my daily cup;

Much am I pleas'd with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.

5 God is my portion and my joy;
His counsels are my light:

He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.

6 My soul would all her thoughts approve 'To his all-seeing eye;

Not death, nor hell, nor hope shall move, While such a friend is nigh.

PSALM XVI. Second Part.

(C. M.)

The death and resurrection of Christ.

1 "I SET the Lord before my face,

"He bears my courage up;

My heart and tongue their joys express,
"My flesh shall rest in hope.

2 My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave
"Where souls departed are;
"Nor quit my body to the grave,
"To see corruption there.

3 "Thou wilt reveal the path of life,

"And raise me to thy throne; "Thy courts immortal pleasures give, "Thy presence joys unknown.'

4 [Thus, in the name of Christ the Lord, The holy David sung;

And Providence fulfils the word
Of his prophetic tongue.

5 Jesus, whom ev'ry saint adores,
Was crucified and slain;

Behold, the tomb its prey restores!
Behold, he lives again!

6 When shall my feet arise, and stand
On heaven's eternal hills?

1

There sits the Son at God's right hand, And there the Father smiles.]

PSALM XVII. ver. 13, &c. (S. M.) Portion of saints and sinners: or, hope and despair in death.

2

3

4

5

ARISE, my gracious God,
And make the wicked flee;

They are but thy chastising rod,
To drive thy saints to thee.

Behold the sinner dies,

His haughty words are vain;

Here in this life his pleasure lies,
And all beyond is pain.

Then let his pride advance,

And boast of all his store;

The Lord is my inheritance,

My soul can wish no more.

I shall behold the face

Of my forgiving God;

And stand complete in righteousness, Wash'd in my Saviour's blood.

There's a new heav'n begun, When I awake from death, Dress'd in the likeness of thy Son, And draw immortal breath.

PSALM XVII. (L. M.)

The sinner's portion, and saint's hope: or, the heaven of separate souls, and the resurrection.

1 LORD, I am thine: But thou wilt prove
My faith, my patience, and my love;
When men of spite against me join,
They are the sword, the hand is thine.

2 Their hope and portion lies below;
'Tis all the happiness they know,
'Tis all they seek: They take their shares,
And leave the rest among their heirs.

3 What sinners value I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine;
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
4 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere:
When shall I wake and find me there?

5 O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near, and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more controul
The sacred pleasures of my soul.

6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

PSALM XVIII, ver. 1-6. 15–18.

First Part. (L. M.)

Deliverance from despair: or, temptations

overcome.

1 THEE will I love, O Lord, my strength,
My rock, my tower, my high defence;
Thy mighty arm shall be my trust,
For I have found salvation thence.
2 Death, and the terrors of the grave,
Stood round me with their dismal shade,
While floods of high temptations rose,
And made my sinking soul afraid,
3 I saw the op'ning gates of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there;
Which none but they that feel can tell,
While I was hurried to despair.

4 In my distress I call'd my God,
When I could scarce believe him mine;
He bow'd his ear to my complaint;
Then did his grace appear divine.

5 [With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a cherub's wing he rode;
Awful and bright as lightning shone
The face of my deliv'rer God.

6 Temptations filed at his rebuke,
The blast of his almighty breath:
He sent salvation from on high,

And drew me from the deeps of death.]

7 Great were my fears, my foes were great;
Much was their strength, and more their rage;
But Christ, my Lord, is conqueror still,
In all the wars that devils wage.

8 My song for ever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
And give the glory to the Lord,
Due to his mercy and his power.

PSALM XVIII. v. 20-26.
Second Part. (L. M.)

Sincerity proved and rewarded.

1 LORD, thou hast seen my soul sincere,
Hast made thy truth and love appear;
Before mine eyes I set thy laws,
And thou hast own'd my righteous cause,

2 Since I have learu'd thy holy ways,
I've walk'd upright before thy face;
Or if my feet did e'er depart,
'Twas never with a wicked heart.

3 What sore temptations broke my rest!
What wars and strugglings in my breast!
But through thy grace, that reigns within,
I guard against my darling sin.

4 That sin that close besets me still,
That works and strives against my will;
When shall thy Spirit's sov'reign power
Destroy it, that it rise no more?

5 [With an impartial hand, the Lord
Deals out to mortals their reward;
The kind and faithful souls shall find
A God as faithful and as kind.

6 The just and pure shall ever say,

Thou art more pure, more just than they :
And men that love revenge shall know,
God hath an arm of vengeance too.]