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2 For of him, through him, to him, all
The things he made before him fall:
The kingdom, pow'r, and glory, give
To him in whom ye move and live:
The glory to Jehovah due,
Meffiah claims the fame of you;
In glory of his holiness,

Exulting, joy and love express!
3 Meffiah's voice is in the cloud,
The God of glory thunders loud;
Meffiah rides along the floods,
He treads upon the flying clouds;
Mefliah's voice is full of pow'r,

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His lightnings play when tempefts low'r ; 5 Meffiah's voice the cedars breaks,

While Lebanon's foundation quakes:

6 Meffiah's voice removes the hills,
And all the plains with ruins fills;
The voice of their expiring God
Shall make the rocks to ftart abroad;
Mount Zion, and mount Sirion,
Shall bourd, along with Lebanon:
7 The flames of fire fhall round him wreathe,
When he shall on the ether breathe.

Meffiah's voice fhall fhake the earth,
And, lo, the graves fhall groan in birth;
9 Ten thoufand thoufand living fons
Shall be the iffue of their groans;
They start alive, and fpring to heav'n,
From whence the word of life was giv'n s
And there the fons of God fhall fhine,
In light and glory all divine!

Meffiah, in his temple dwells,
And ev'ry one his glory tells;
His voice controuls the raging flood
Of people sprung from Adam's blood.

10 He reigns the King, and ever fhall:
Adore him, all ye great and small :
Salute the Son, and hear the rod,
The gofpel of the Chrift of God!

The gofpel's, all the world abroad,
The wisdom and the pow'r of God:
The peace of God, the gospel founds;
The peace of God, the earth rebounds:
The gospel everlafting fhines,

A light from God, that ne'er declines:
This is the light Jehovah fends,
To blefs the world's remoteft ends !

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THIS moft delicate and heavenly Pfalm has been moft grofsly and grievously abused by our modern fons of Levi, together with their bewitched followers, whom, by their blind zeal and unhallowed diligence, they feem to have rendered twofold: more (if poffible) the children of hell than themfelves, particularly in thefe memorable words of the 7th verfe, Thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled; which they, good people and wife! univerfally apply to David, and, by confequence, to the weaklings of the flock, whom they call babes in Chrift, as being often uncertain of their fonfhip, and that they have known the Father, and that their fins are forgiven them, (fee I John, ii. 12 to the 4th verfe of chap. iii.), under certain hidings and withdrawings of their Father's countenance, in certain times of darkness and defertion.-But, leaving dreams and old wives fables, the words are expreffive of the ago nies and death of the perfon who uses them; as is clear from Pfalm civ. 29; and fo by the Lord they are applied, John xii. 27. Now is my foul trou*bled; and what fhail I fay?'-and Matt. xxvi.

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My foul is exceeding forrowful, even unto death; and, chap xxvii. 46. My God, my • God, why hast thou forsaken me ?-N. B. Thefe words in the 5th verfe of this Pfalm ought particularly to be remarked, as literally fulfilled in the death and refurrection of Chrift, whereof they are an evident prophecy, viz. Weeping may,' or hall, endure,' or commence, in the night,' (the Hebrew reads, according to the note on the margin, in the evening'), the fame night wherein he was betrayed; but joy cometh in the morning,' namely, of the refurrection, early in the morning of the first day of the week, as faith the Scripture.

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The Lord of glory dedicates

Himself, with all his house, to God,
Acknowledging, in both eftates,

The mercy that his Father show'd ;
His anger lafted but a while;

For, when the night of death was c'er
The rifing morn began to fmile
With mercy, lafting evermore.
I'LL dedicate my houfe with joy,

And all the pow'rs of mufic afe,
For God my harp I will employ,

And all the loftieft airs will chufe.
Jehovah, I will thee exalt,

For thou haft high-exalted me,
And made my heart for joy to vault,
Jehovah, in the praife of thee.
My enemies are all oferthrown,
Behold, in duft below they lie!
The kingdom now is all my own,
And rage and difcord from me fly.
2 Jehovah, I to thee exclaim'd,

O why art thou so far away?
My God no fooner had I nam'd,
Than he began my foes to flay.

3 Jehovah,

3 Jehovah, thou haft made afcend...
From hell's infernal pit my foul;
Nor fhall I more to downwards bend
My way from this ethereal pole.
4 Sing to the Lord, ye fons of love,
And to his memory confefs,
For you he reigns and fhines above,
In beauty of his holiness.

5 For, but a moment lafts his wrath;
Which is no wrath to you at all,
But only freedom from the death,
Which otherways on you would falk:
Both life and glory in his love

Are always found with him to dwell;
And weeping, that fhall foon remove,
Foreruns the joy it does foretel.
For weeping but a night endures,
Like dew that ftrews the dufky plain,
Then flies away from all the flow'rs,
Whene'er the fun begins to reign:
Thus I, your Lord, upon me felt,
Like night defeending on the ground,
The heavy preffures which did melt
And fill my heart with horrors round.

The dew of death did on me ly,

Fierce agonies tranfpiere'd my foul The floods of hell did o'er me fly,) And turn, and rage, and roar, and rollThe night retir'd before the day,

The angels fang, and hail'd the morn, As birds that chant upon the fpray, And fing their hopes that were forlorn.

6 In my triumphing days, I faid,

While erft I reign'd upon my throne, Adverfity may make me fad,

But ne'er fhall fee me overthrown:

7 For thou, Jehovah, haft me made
A ftanding mountain on the plain,
Above the clouds to lift my head,

And laugh at weak insulting men.
But when that thou, Jehovah, frown'd,
And made thy judgment reft on me,
I quak'd, yet still I ftood my ground,
Nor turn'd my heart away from thee;
8 I cry'd to thee, Jehovah, hear,

And in thine ear I'll pour my heart; If I this load 'fhould always bear, And forrow ne'er from me depart; 9 Then where's the profit in my blood? 'If I fhould always fink in hell, Say, would the duit confefs to God? Would death announce thy praises well? 10 Hear, Lord, and vindicate thy caufe, Confider well thy glory now;

If I should perifh, where 's th' applause Which to thy name my foul doth vow? 11 Lo, thou hast turn'd my wailing wants Into the fongs of joy and praise; My ravish'd foul her pleafures chants, And all my faints the chorus raise : The fackcloth, loofed from my loins, alline'er be girt about them more;. For God his gladness now fubjoins Unto my fadnefs gone before. 12 My God Jehovah I will fing;

My church, my glory, foul, and tongue, Shall emulate to praife my King:

Whofe name and praise be ever fung!Thus glorioufly Meffiah reigns,

And celebrates his Father's praife; Let all the faints, in loyal ftrains,. Still imitate his royal lays !

PSALM

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