Low sink ne proud, the sons of blood be slain, Nor injur'd Zion lift her cries in vain. 6 But, O thou pow'r belov'd! our shores around Be ev'ry virtue ev'ry blessing found. Here bid thy seasons crown the fruitful plain ; Here bid fair peace extend her blissful reign : Let laws, let justice, hold perpetual sway, The soul unfetter'd, and the conscience free. 7 With clearest splendor, here, let knowledge shine; Here ev'ry glory beam from truth divine; 1 PSALM 19. First Part. S. M. Declares its maker God, And all his starry works on high 3 In ev'ry diff'rent land Their gen'ral voice is known: They show the wonders of his hand, And orders of his throne. 4 Ye Western lands rejoice, Here he reveals his word: And his rewards are great. 7 Not honey to the taste Affords so much delight; Nor gold that has the furnace pass'd 8 While of thy works I sing, Accept the praise, my God, my King, PSALM 19. Second Part. S. M. The word of God most excellent. 1 BE EHOLD! the morning sun His beams through all the nations run, 2 But where the gospel comes It calls dead sinners from their tombs, 4 My gracious God, how plain But find the path to heav'n! 5 I hear thy word with love, And I would fain obey: Send thy good Spirit from above, 6 O, who can ever find The errors of his ways? Yet with a bold presumptuous mind, And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, 1 L. M. PSALM 19. Third Part. THE HE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord! 4 3 Sun, moon, and stars, convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand Sc when thy truth began its race, It touch'd and glanc'd on ev'ry land. 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, 'Till thro' the world thy truth has run: "Till Christ has all the nations blest, That see the light, or feel the sun. 5 Great Sun of righteousness, arise! Bless the dark world with heav'nly light; Thy gospel makes the simple wise; Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 6 Thy noblest wonders here we view, In souls renew'd, and sins forgiv'n: Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heav'n. PSALM 19. Fourth Part. L. P. M The Gospel. I LOVE the volume of thy word: 3 Thy threat'nings wake my slumb'ring eyes, And gives a free, but large reward. 4 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults, 1 And from presumptuous sins restrain: PSALM 20. L. M. Prayer in time of war. may the God of pow'r and grace NOW Jehovah hears when Israel prays, 2 The name of Jacob's God defends, Succour and strength when Zion calls. Of humble groans and broken hearts. 4 In his salvation is our hope; And in the name of Israel's God, Our troops shall lift their banners up; Our navies spread their flags abroad. 5 Some trust in horses train'd for war, And some of chariots make their boasts; Our surest expectations are, From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hosts. 6 Oh may the mem'ry of thy name Inspire our armies for the fight! Our foes shall fall and die with shame, Or quit the field with shameful flight. 7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear; Now let our hope be firm and strong; 'Till thy salvation shall appear, And joy and triumph raise the song. PSALM 21. First Part. C. M. 1 Pious rulers are the care of heaven. OUR rulers, Lord, with songs of praise Should in thy strength rejoice; And, blest with thy salvation, raise 2 Thy sure defence thro' nations round 3 Then let them still on God rely For wisdom, and for grace; PSALM 21. Second Part. C. M. 1 TN thee, great God, with songs of praise, 2 Thy sure defence, from foes around, 3 In deep distress our injur'd and Implor'd thy pow'r to save: For peace we pray'd; thy bounteous hand The timely blessing gave. 4 Thy mighty arm, eternal pow'r, Oppos'd their deadly aim; In mercy swept them from our shore, Our rights thy mercy will maintain 6 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous pow'r declare, And still exalt thy fame; 1 While we glad songs of praise prepare PSALM 21. Third Part. L. M. Daid to throne by special grace, AVID rejoic'd in God, his strength, But Christ, the Son, appears at length, Lord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high, 1 With raging heat, and burning coals; PSALM 22. First Part. C. M. MY God, my God, why hast thou left soul without relief? Of thy blest smiles to be bereft 2 But thou art holy, O my God, |