o Of dust and worms thy power can frame A monument of praise.

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[Out of the mouths of babes And sucklings, thou canst draw Surprising honours to thy name; And strike the world with awe. 08 O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine :

g Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine.]

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C. M. Mear. [*]

Christ's Condescension and Glorification.

LORD, our Lord, how wond'rous great,
Is thine exalted name:

o The glories of thy heavenly state
Let men and babes proclaim.

-2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light;
e 3 Lord what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,

That thou should'st visit him with
And love his nature so!

grace,

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

p Made lower than his angels are,

To save a dying worm.

5 Yet while he lived on earth unknown, And men would not adore;

Th' obedient seas and fishes own

His Godhead and his power.

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

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

7 These lesser glories of the Son, Shone through the fleshy cloud; e Now we behold him on his throne, And men confess him God.

o 8 Let Him be crown'd with majesty, Who bow'd his head to death;

o And be his honours sounded high, By all things that have breath.

e 9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name!

g The glories of thy heavenly state, Let the whole earth proclaim.]

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L. M. 1st Part. Blendon. Bath. [*

Verse 1, 2, paraphrased.-Children praising God.
LMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,

A

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

O'er all the heavens thy hands have made.
-2 To thee the voices of the young
A monument of honour raise;

e And babes, with uninstructed tongue,
o 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.
o 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.
e 5 The frowning scribes and angry priests
In vain their impious cavils bring:
Revenge sits silent in their breasts,
o While Jewish babes proclaim their King.
L. M. 2nd Part. Quercy. Moreton. [*]
Ver. 3, &c. paraphrased.

e 1

Adam, and Christ, Lords of the old and new Creation.

LORD, what was man, when made at first,

Adam, the offspring of the dust,
That thou shouldst set him and his race
But just below an angel's place?

2 That thou shouldst 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?

o 3 But O what brighter glories wait,
To crown the second Adam's state!
o What honours will thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born!
e 4 See him below his angels made!
p See him in dust among the dead,-
-To save a ruin'd world from sin!
o But he shall reign with pow'r divine.
g 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.

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PSALM 9. C. M. 1st Part. Mear. [*]
Wrath and Mercy from the Judgment Seat.

WITH my whole heart, I'll raise my song,

Thy wonders I'll proclaim;

Thou, sovereign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put my foes to shame.

2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace,
My God prepares his throne,
To judge the world in righteousness,
And make his vengeance known.
3 Then will the Lord a refuge prove
For all who are oppress'd;

To save the people of his love,

And give the weary rest.

e 4 The men who know thy name, will trust In thy abundant grace;

For thou wilt ne'er forsake the just,
Who humbly seek thy face.

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

C. M. 2nd Part. Colchester. [*]
Verse 12.—The Wisdom and Equity of Providence.

HEN the great Judge supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood,

The humble souls who mourn in dust,
Will find a faithful God.

o 2 He from the dreadful gates of death
Does 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 have 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.

PAUSE.

d 5 The wicked shall sink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Against thy known commands.]
-6 Tho' saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait and long complain;
Their cries shall never be forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.

o 7 Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;

g Let nations tremble at thy feet, And man prevail no more.

p

8 [Thy thunder will affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain;

Make them confess that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.]

PSALM 10. C. M. Reading. [b]
Prayer heard, and Saints saved from the Wicked.

p 1 WHY does the Lord stand off so far? And why conceal his face,

When great calamities appear,

And times of deep distress?

e 2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy power?
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.]

o 4 Arise, O Lord, lift up thy 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 say, with foolish pride,

d 'The God of heaven will ne'er engage,
"To fight on Zion's side.'

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

o 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause thine ear to hear;
Hearken to what thy children say,
And put 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 11. L. M. Psalm 97. Geneva. [b]
God loves the Righteous, and abhors the Wicked.

1

MY refuge is the God of love;

Why do my foes insult and cry,d "Fly, like a tim'rous trembling dove, "To distant woods or mountains fly ?" e 2 If government be once destroy'd, (That firm foundation of our peace,) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? g 3 The Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne, His eye surveys the world below:

To him all mortal things are known, His eye-lids search our spirits through. -4 If he afflicts his saints so far,

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

g 5 On impious wretches he will rain
Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death!