5 His mercy never shall remove
From men of heart fincere;

He faves the fouls whofe humble love
Is join'd with holy fear.

[6 His stubborn foes his fword shall flay,
And pierce their hearts with pain;
But none that ferve the Lord fhall fay
They fought his aid in vain.]

[7 My lips fhall dwell upon his praise,
And spread his fame abroad;

Let all the fons of Adam raise
The honours of their God.]

CCLXXV. Praise to
Praife to God for
his Goodness and Truth. Plal.
cxlvi.

PRAISE ye the Lord. My heart fhall join

In work so pleasant fo divine,

Now while the flesh is my abode,
And when my foul afcends to God.

2 Praise fhall employ my nobleft pow'rs,
While immortality endures ;

My days of praise fhall ne'er be past,
While life, and time, and being last..

3 Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes muft die, and turn to dust :

Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r,
And thoughts all vanish in an hour.

4 Happy the man whofe hopes rely

On Ifrael's God; he made the sky,

And earth, and feas, with all their train,
And none shall find his promise vain.

5 His truth for ever ftands fecure ;

He faves th' oppreft; he feeds the poor :
He fends the lab'ring conscience peace,
And gives the pris'ner sweet release.

6 The Lord has eyes to give the blind;
The Lord fupports the finking mind:
He helps the ftranger in diftress,
The widows and the fatherless.

7 He loves his faints; he knows them well;
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns!
Praise him in everlasting ftrains.

CCLXXVI.

Univerfal Praise to

God. Pfal. cxlviii.

LOUD Hallelujabs to the Lord,atures dwell:

From diftant worlds where creatures

Let heav'n begin the folemn word,
And found it dreadful down to hell.

2 The Lord! how abfolute he reigns! Let ev'ry angel bend the knee;

Sing of his love in heav'nly ftrains,
And speak how fierce his terrors be.

3 High on a throne, his glories dwell,
An awful throne of fhining blifs :
Fly thro' the world, O fun, and tell
How dark thy beams compar'd with his.

4 Awake, ye tempefts, and his fame
In founds of dreadful praise declare :
And the sweet whifper of his name,
Fill ev'ry gentler breeze of air.

clouds, and winds, and waves agree
join their praife with blazing fire;
Let the firm earth, and rolling fea,
In this eternal fong confpire.

6 Ye flow'ry plains, proclaim his skill;
Vallies lie low before his eye;
And let his praise from ev'ry hill,
Rife tuneful to the neighb'ring sky.

7 Ye ftubborn oaks, and stately pines,
Bend your high branches, and adore;
Praise him, ye beafts, in diff'rent strains,
The lamb muft bleat, the lion roar.

8 Birds, ye muft make his praise your theme; Nature demands a fong of you:

While the dumb fifh, that cut the stream,
Leap up, and mean his praises too.

9

Mortals, can you
refrain your tongue,
When nature all around you fings ?
O for a fhout from old and young,
From humble swains, and lofty kings!

10 Wide as his vaft dominion lies,

Make the Creator's name be known;
Loud as his thunder fhout his praise,
And found it lofty as his throne.

11 Jehovah! 'tis a glorious word!

O may it dwell on ev'ry tongue!

But faints, who beft have known the Lord,
Are bound to raise the noblest song.

12 Speak of the wonders of that love,
Which Gabriel plays on ev'ry chord ;
From all below, and all above,

Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord.

CCLXXVII.

'IN

A Song of Praise.

Pfal. cl. 1, 2, 6.

N God's own house, pronounce his praise,
His grace he there reveals;

To heav'n your joy and wonder raife,
For there his glory dwells.

2 Let all your facred paffions move, While you rehearse his deeds; But the great work of faving love,

Your highest praise exceeds.

All

3 All that have motion, life and breath,
Proclaim your maker bleft;

Yet when my voice expires in death,
My foul fhall praise him beft."

CCLXXVIII. Baptifm inftituted, with the Defign, and Ufe of it. Mat. xxviii. 19. Acts ii. 38.

"T

WAS the commiffion of our Lord,

"Go, teach the nations, and baptize."

The nations have receiv'd his word

Since he afcended to the skies.

2 He fits upon th' eternal hills

With grace and pardon in his hands;
Displays his grace, his will reveals,
To bless the diftant british lands.

3" Repent,