With sympathifing heart,
In all the cares of life and love!

2 'Tis like the ointment shed
On Aaron's facred head,
Divinely rich, divinely sweet :
The oil through all the room
Diffus'd a choice perfume,

Ran through his robes, and blest his feet.

3 Like fruitful showers of rain,
That water all the plain,

Descending from the neighbouring hills;
Such streams of pleasure roll
Through every friendly foul,

Where love like heavenly dew distils.

[Repeat the first stanza, if neceffary.]

PSALM CXXXIV. Common Metre. (

1

YE

Daily and nightly devotion.

JE that obey th' immortal King,
Attend his holy place;
Bow to the glories of his power,
And bless his wondrous grace.
2 Lift up your hands by morning light,
And fend your fouls on high :
Raise your admiring thoughts by night
Above the starry sky.

3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts
With rays of quickening grace;
The God that spreads the heavens abroad,
And rules the fwelling feas.

PSALM CXXXV. 1st Part. Long Metre. [*]

Ver. 1-4, 14, 19-21.
The church is God's house and care.

1 PRAISE ye the Lord; exalt his name,
in his holy courts ye wait,

Ye saints that to his house belong,
Or stand attending at his gate.

Praise ye the Lord; the Lord is good:
To praife his name is sweet employ;
Ifrael he chose of old, and still
His church is his peculiar joy.

The Lord himself will judge his faints:
He treats his servants as his friends:

And when he hears their fore complaints,
Repents the forrows that he sends.

4 Through every age the Lord declares
His name, and breaks th' oppreffor's rod;
He gives his fuffering servants rest,
And will be known Th' Almighty God.
5 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love,
People and priests, exalt his name :
Amongst his faints he ever dwells :
His church is his Jerufalem.

PSALM CXXXV. 2d Part. Long Metre. [*] Ver. 5-12. The works of creation, providence, redemption of Ifrael, and destruction of enemies.

GREAT is the Lord, exalted high

Above all powers, and every throne:

Whate'er he please, in earth or fea,
Or heaven or hell, his hand hath done.
At his command the vapours rife,
The lightnings flash, the thunders roar;
He pours the rain, he brings the wind
And tempeft from his airy store.

3 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent,
O Egypt, through thy stubborn land;
When all thy first-born, beasts and men,
Fell dead by his avenging hand.

4 What mighty nations, mighty kings,
He flew, and their whole country gave
To Ifrael, whom his hand redeem'd,
No more to be proud Pharaoh's flave!
5 His power the fame, the fame his grace,
That faves us from the hosts of hell;
And heaven he gives us to poffefs,
Whence those apostate angels fell.

PSALM CXXXV. Common Metre. [*]

2

Praise due to God, not to idols.

AWAKE, ye faints,

to praise your King,

Your sweeteft paffions raise,

Your pious pleasure, while you fing,

Increasing with the praise.

2 Great is the Lord; and works unknown

Are his divine employ:

But still his faints are near his throne,
His treasure and his joy.

3 Heaven, earth and fea confefs his hand;
He bids the vapours rife :
Lightning and storm, at his command,
Sweep through the founding skies.

4 All power, that gods or kings have claim'd,
Is found with him alone;

But heathen gods should ne'er be nam'd,
Where our JEHOVAH'S known.

5 Which of the flocks or ftones they truft
Can give them showers of rain?
In vain they worship glittering duft,
And pray to gold in vain.

6 [Their gods have tongues that cannot talk,
Such as their makers gave:
Their feet were ne'er design'd to walk,
Nor hands have power to fave.
7 Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf,
Nor hear when mortals pray:
Mortals that wait for their relief,
Are blind and deaf as they.]
8 Ye faints, adore the living God,
Serve him with faith and fear;
He makes the churches his abode,
And claims your honours there.

[*]

PSALM CXXXVI. Common Metre. God's wonders of creation, providence, redemption of

1

Ifrael, and falvation of his people.

IVE thanks

G

to God, the fovereign Lord,

His mercies still endure; And be the King kings of ador'd,

His truth is ever sure.

• What wonders hath his wisdom done;
How mighty is his hand!
Heaven, earth and sea he fram'd alone:
How wide is his command !

3 The fun supplies the day with light:
How bright his counsels shine!
The moon and stars adorn the night:
His works are all divine.

And when he hears their fore complaints,
Repents the forrows that he sends.

4 Through every age the Lord declares
His name, and breaks th' oppreffor's rod;
He gives his fuffering servants rest,
And will be known Th' Almighty God.

5 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love,
People and priests, exalt his name:
Amongst his faints he ever dwells :
His church is his Jerufalem.

PSALM CXXXV. 2d Part. Long Metre. [*] Ver. 5-12. The works of creation, providence, redemption of Ifrael, and destruction of enemies.