3 By Languor, Grief and Care oppress'd,
While Groans perpetual heave my Breaft,
And Tears in large Profufion fhed,
Inceffant lave my fleepless Bed;
My Life, though yet in mid Career,
Beholds the Winter of its Year.

4 Hence

ye Profane-My SAVIOUR hears; While yet I fpeak, he wipes my Tears; Accepts my Pray'r and bids each Foe With Shame, their vain Attempts forego, And, ftruck with Horror from on high, In wild Disorder backward fly.

Save me, LORD, and to my Foes Do Thou (in Thee I truft) oppofe Thy Pow'r; and let the Arm divine Stretch'd in my Cause, befpeak me thine.

2 My God, if Truth their Cenfure guide,
If Guilt be in my Facts defcried,
Low in the Duft my Life be laid,

And Earth's dark Womb my Glory fhade.

3 Rife, mightieft LORD, triumphant rise,
O'er each whofe Hand thy Pow'r defies;
Afcend thy Throne, great GOD, again,
And vindicate thy Ways to Men.

4.0 Thou whofe strictly searching Eye
The Heart and inmoft Reins can try ;
Sin's baneful Growth do Thou control,
And guard from Ill the upright Soul.

5 Th' impartial JUDGE, whofe Eyes each Day
Caft o'er the Earth their ftri&t Survey:
To Him, my Soul, for Help repair,
He makes the faithful Heart his Care.

6 If Man his Law refufe to know,

He whets his Sword, He bends his Bow,
And points with Fire the winged Dart
Ordain'd to pierce th' Oppreffor's Heart.

7 Thy Truth, O LORD, fhall on my Breaft
In fweet Remembrance ftand impreft;
With grateful Joy my Heart infpire,
And wake to ceafelefs Praise my Lyre.

I

PSALM

LORD,

VIII. Metre i.

LORD, our GOD, how wond'rous great
Is thine exalted Name;

The Glories of thy heav'nly 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:

3 LORD, what is Man, or all his Race,
Who dwells fo far below,

That Thou fhould'ft vifit him with Grace,
And love his Nature fo!

4 That thy eternal Son fhould bear
To take a mortal Form,

Made lower than his Angels are,
To fave a dying Worm!-

5

Let Him be crown'd with Majesty,
Who bow'd his Head to Death:
And be his Honours founded high,

By all Things that have Breath.

6 JESUS, our LORD, how wondrous great Is thine exalted Name!

The Glories of thy heav'nly State
Let the whole Earth proclaim,

PSALM

VIII. Metre ii.

MMORTAL KING! through Earth's wide Frame

From Infants Thou canft ftrength upraife,
And form their lifping Tongues to praise.

2 When, rapt in Thought, with wakeful Eye
I view the Wonders of the Sky;
Whofe Frame thy Fingers o'er our Head
In rich Magnificence have spread :

3 The filent Moon, with waxing Horn,
Along th' etherial Region borne;

The Stars, with vivid Luftre crown'd,
That nightly walk their deftin'd Round.

4 LORD! what is Man, that in thy Care
His humble Lot fhould find a Share!
Or what the Son of Man that Thou,
Thus to his Wants, thine Ear fhould'st bow?

5 His Rank awhile, by thy Decree,
Th' angelic Tribes beneath them fee,
Till round him thy imparted Rays
With unextinguifh'd Glory blaze.

6 IMMORTAL KING! through Earth's wide Frame How great thy Honour, Praife, and Name! Whofe Reign o'er diftant Worlds extends, Whose Glory Heav'ns vaft Height transcends.

O

PSALM

IX.

To celebrate thy Praife, O LORD,

I wil my

Heart prepare ;

To all the lift'ning World thy Works,
Thy wondrous Works declare.

2 The Thought of them shall to my Soul
Exalted Pleasures bring;

Whilft to thy Name, O Thou MOST HIGH,
Triumphant Praise I sing.

3 GOD is a conftant, fure Defence
Against oppreffing Rage;

As Troubles rife, his needful Aids
In our Behalf engage.

4 All those who have his Goodness prov'd
Will on his Truth confide;
Whofe Mercy ne'er forfook the Man
That on his Help rely'd.

5 Sing Praises therefore to the LORD,
From Sion his Abode,

Proclaim his Deeds, till all the World
Confefs no other God.

WHY doth the LORD ftand off so far?

W And why conceal his Face,

When great Calamities appear,
And Times of deep Distress?

2 LORD, fhall the Wicked ftill deride.

Thy Juftice and thy Pow'r?

Shall they advance their Heads in Pride,
And fill thy Saints devour?

3 They put thy Judgments from their Sight,
And then infult the Poor ;
They boaft in their exalted Height,
That they fhall fall no more.

4 Arife, O GOD, lift up thine Hand,
Attend our humble Cry;
No Enemy fhall dare to ftand
When God afcends on High.

5

Thou wilt prepare our Hearts to pray,
And caufe thine Ear to hear;
He hearkens what his Children fay,
And puts the World in Fear.

6 Proud Tyrants fhall no more oppress,
No more defpife the Juft;
And mighty Sinners fhall confefs
They are but Earth and Duft.

M

Y Refuge is the GoD of Love; Why do my Foes infult and cry "Fly like a tim'rous trembling Dove; "To diftant Woods or Mountains fly ?"

2 If Government be all deftroy'd, (That firm Foundation of our Peace) And Violence make Juftice void, Where fhall the Righteous feek Redress?