To all the list'ning world thy works,
Thy wondrous works, declare.

2 The thoughts of them shall to my
Exalted pleasure bring;

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While to thy name, O thou Most High, Triumphant praise I sing.

3 God is a constant sure defence
Against opposing rage;

As troubles rise, his needful aids
In our behalf engage.

4 All those who have his goodness prov'd,
Will in his truth confide,
Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man,
That on his help rely'd.

Prayer heard, Saints saved, and Oppressors punished. 1 WHY 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 of 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.

PSALM XI. L. M.

The awful Prospect of the Wicked from the Righteous
Character of God.

1 THE Lord in heav'n has fix'd his throne,
His eyes survey the world below;
To him all mortal things are known,
His eyelids search our spirit through.

2 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.

3 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.

4 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere:

And with a gracious eye Leholds
The men that his own image bear.

PSALM XII. C. M.

God the Help of his People in evil and corrupt Times.
1 LORD, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemies grow bold,
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold.

2 Is not thy chariot hast'ning on?
Hast thou not giv'n the sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?

3 Yes,' saith the Lord, now will I rise,

And make oppressors flee;

'I shall appear to their surprise,

And set my servants free.'

4 Thy word, like silver sev'n times try'd, Through ages shall endure:

The men that in thy truth confide,
Shall find thy promise sure.

Pleading with God under Desertion; or, Hope
in Darkness.

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 Be thou my Sun, and thou my Shield,
My soul in safety keep;

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

3 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.

The general Corruption of the World-a Prayer for God's Salvation.

1 TH' Eternal Monarch from on high,
Cast on the sons of earth his eye,

If haply some he yet might see,
True to their God, from error free.

2 He look'd, but ah! not one could find
To virtue's heav'n-taught rules inclin'd;
Each, led from wisdom's path astray,
Pursues the tenor of his way.

3 O mighty Lord, to Isr'el's eyes
Bid, bid thy wish'd salvation rise;
From Sion's hill the healing ray
Extend, and round us pour the day.

Religion and Justice, Goodness and Truth.
I WHO shall ascend thy heav'nly 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 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.

4 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.

Gratitude for spiritual Privileges.

1 MY lot is fall'n in that blest land,
Where God is truly known;

He fills my cup with lib'ral hand,
He makes his word my own.