PSALM LXXI.

Ver. 5-9

ft Part. Com. Metre.

The aged faint's reflection and hope. Y God, my everlasting hope,

MY

I live upon thy truth:

Thine hands have held my childhood up, And ftrengthen'd all my youth. 2 My flesh was fafhion'd by thy pow'r, With all these limbs of mine: And from my mother's painful hour, I've been entirely thine.

3 Still has my life new wonders feen,
Repeated ev'ry year:

Behold my days that yet remain,
I trust them to thy care,

4 Caft me not off when ftrength declines,
When hoary hairs arise

And round me let thy glory fhine,
Whene'er thy fervant dies.

5 Then in the hift'ry of my age,
When men review my days,
They'll read thy love in ev'ry page,
In ev'ry line thy praise.

PSALM LXXI. 2d Part. Com. Metre,
Ver. 15, 14, 16, 23, 22, 24.

Chrift our strength and righteousness.

Y Saviour, my Almighty Friend,
When I begin thy praise,

ΜΥ

Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlafting trust,
Thy goodness I adore !

And fince I knew thy graces first,
I fpeak thy glories more.

3 My feet fhall travel all the length Of the celeftial road,

And march with courage in thy ftrength,

To fee my Father God.

4 When I am fill'd with fore distress
For fome furprising fin,

I'll plead thy perfect righteousness,
And mention none but thine.

5 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The vict'ries of my King!

My foul, redeem'd from fin and hell,
Shall thy falvation fing.

6 [My tongue fhall all the day proclaim
My Saviour and my God,

His death has brought my foes to fhame,
And drown'd them in his blood.

7 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs;
With this delightful fong

I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the feafon long.]

PSALM LXXI. 3d Part. Com. Metre.

Ver. 17-21.

The aged chriftian's prayer and fong; or, old age, death, and the resurrection.

I

GOD

OD of my childhood and my youth,
The guide of all my days,

I have declar'd thy heav'nly truth,
And told thy wond'rous ways,

2 Wilt thou forfake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart?
Who fhall fuftain my finking years,
If God my ftrength depart?

3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim
To the furviving age,

And leave a favour of thy name
When I fhall quit the stage.

4 The land of filence and of death
Attends my next remove;

O may thefe poor remains of breath
Teach the wide world thy love!

PAUSE.

5 Thy righteousness is deep and high,
Unfearchable thy deeds;

Thy glory fpreads beyond the sky,
And all my praise exceeds.

6 Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar,
And oft endur'd the grief;
But when thy hand has preft me fore,
Thy grace was my relief.

7 By long experience have I known
Thy fov'reign pow'r to fave;
At thy command I venture down
Securely to the grave.

8 When I lie bury'd deep in duft,
My flesh fhall be thy care;
Thefe with'ring limbs with thee I trust,
To raise them strong and fair.

PSALM LXXII. 1ft Part. Long Metre.
The kingdom of Chrift.

I REAT God, whofe univerfal fway

Now give the kingdom to thy Son,
Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne.

2 Thy fceptre well becomes his hands, All heav'n fubmits to his commands; His justice shall avenge the poor,

4

And pride and rage prevail no more. 3 With pow'r he vindicates the juft, And treads th' oppreffor in the duft: His worship and his fear fhall last, Till hours, and years, and time be past. As rain on meadows newly ́mown, So fhall he fend his influence down; His grace on fainting fouls diftils, Like heav'nly dew on thirsty hills. 5 The heathen lands, that lie beneath The fhades of overfpreading death, Revive at his firft dawning light, And defarts bloffom at the fight. 6 The faints fhall flourish in his days, Dreft in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river, from his throne Shall flow to nations yet unknown. PSALM LXXII. 2d Part. Long Metre. Chrift's kingdom among the Gentiles.

JES

ESUS fhall reign where'er the fun Does his fucceffive journies run : His kingdom ftretch from shore to shore, Till moons fhall wax and wane no more. 2 [Behold! the islands, with their kings, And Europe her beft tribute brings : From north to fouth the princes meet To pay their homage at his feet. 3 There Perfia, glorious to behold, There India shines in Eastern gold;

And barb'rous nations, at his word,
Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.]
4 For him fhall endless pray'r be made,
And praises throng to crown his head;
His name, like fweet perfume, fhall rife
With ev'ry morning facrifice.

5 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest fong;
And infant voices fhall proclaim
Their early bleffings on his name.
6 Bleffings abound where'er he reigns;
The pris'ner leaps to loose his chains,
The weary find eternal reft,

And all the fons of want are bleft.

7 [Where he difplays his healing pow'r,
Death and the curfe are known no more;
In him the tribes of Adam boast
More bleffings than their father loft.
8 Let ev'ry creature rife and bring
Peculiar honours to our King;
Angels defcend with fongs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen.]
PSALM LXXIII. 1ft Part. Com. Metre.
Afflicted faints happy, and profperous finners curfed.

I

I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind To men of heart fincere,

NOW

Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd
And border'd on despair.

2 1 griev'd to see the wicked thrive,
And spoke with angry breath,
"How pleasant and profane they live!
"How peaceful is their death!