3 Thus they are blest; but if they sin,
He lets the heathen nations in,
A savage crew invades their lands,
Their princes die by barb'rous hands.
6 Their captive sons, expos'd to scorn,
Wander unpity'd and forlorn:
The country lies unfenc'd, untill'd,
And desolation spreads the field.
7 Yet if the humbled nation mourns,
Again his dreadful band he turns;
Again he makes their cities thrive,
And bids the dying churches live.]
The righteous, with a joyful sense,
Admire the works of providence:
And tongues of atheists shall no more
Blaspheme the God that saints adore.
9 How few, with pious care, record
Those wondrous dealings of the Lord?
But wise observers still shall find
The Lord is holy, just, and kind.

PSALM CIX. verse 1-5, 31.

Love to enemies from the example of Christ.

1 GOD of my mercy and my praise,
Thy glory is my song;
Tho' sinners speak against thy grace
With a blaspheming tongue.

• When in the form of mortal man
Thy Son on earth was found,
With cruel slanders, false and vain,
They compass'd him around.

• Their mis'ries his compassion move,
Their peace he still pursu'd;
They render hatred for his love,
And evil for his good.

4 Their malice rag'd without a cause,
Yet, with his dying breath,
He pray'd for murd'rers on his cross,
And blest his foes in death.

5 Lord, shall thy bright example shine
In vain before my eyes?
Give me a soul a-kin to thine,
To love my enemies.

6 Thy Lord shall on my side engage,
And, in my Saviour's name,
I shall defeat their pride and rage
Who slander and condemn.

PSALM CX. PART I. [L. M.] Christ exalted, and multitudes converted; or, The success of the gospel.

1 THUS the eternal Father spake
To Christ the Son; "Ascend and sit
At my right-hand, till I shall make
Thy foes submissive at thy feet.
"From Zion shall thy word proceed,
Thy word, the sceptre in thy hand,
Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed,
And bow their wills to thy command.

"That day shall show thy pow'r is great, Tminds, When saints shall flock with willing And sinners crowd thy temple gate, Where holiness in beauty shines."

4 O blessed pow'r! O glorious day!
What a large vict'ry shall ensue!
And converts, who thy grace obey,
Exceed the drops of morning dew.

PSALM CX. PART II. [L. M.]

The kingdom and priesthood of Christ.

1 THUS the great Lord of earth and sea Spake to his Son, and thus he swore ; "Eternal shall thy priesthood be,

And change from hand to haud no

more,

2 "Aaron and all his sons must die, But everlasting life is thine, To save for ever those that fly

For refuge from the wrath divine."

3 By me Melchisedek was made

On earth a king and priest at once: And thou my heav'nly priest shalt plead,

And thou my king shalt rule my sons. 4 Jesus the priest ascends his throne, While counsels of eternal peace Between the Father and the Son, Proceed with honour and success.

5 Thro' the whole earth his reign shall spread,

And crush the pow'rs that dare rebel; Then shall he judge the rising dead, And send the guilty world to hell.

6 Tho' while he treads his glorious way, He drinks the cup of tears and blood, The suff'rings of that dreadful day Shall but advance him near to God.

PSALM CX. [C. M.]

Christ's kingdom and priesthood.

1 JESUS, our Lord, ascend thy throne, -And near the Father sit:

In Zion shall thy pow'r be known,
And make thy foes submit.

2 What wonders shall thy gospel do!
Thy converts shall surpass
The num'rous drops of morning-dew,
And own thy sov❜reign grace.

3 God hath pronounc'd a firm decree,
Nor changes what he swore;
"Eternal shall thy priesthood be,
When Aaron is no more.

4" Melchisedek that wondrous priest, That king of high degree,

That holy man whom Abraham blest
Was but a type of thee.

3 "Jesus our priest for ever lives,
To plead for us above;
Jesus our king for ever gives
The blessings of his love.

6 God shall exalt his glorious head,
And his high throne maintain,
Shall strikethe pow'rs and princes dead,
Who dare oppose his reign.

PSALM CXI. PART I.

The wisdom of God in his works.

1 SONGS of immortal praise belong
To my almighty God:

He has my heart, and he my tongue
To spread his name abroad.

2 How great the works his hand has wrought!

How glorious in our sight!
And men in ev'ry age have sought
His wonders with delight.

3 How most exact is nature's frame !
How wise th' eternal mind!

His counsels never change the scheme
That his first thoughts design'd.

4 When be redeem'd his chosen sons,
He fix'd his cov'nant sure:
The orders that his lips pronounce,
To endless years endure.

5 Nature and time, and earth and skies,
Thy heav'nly skill proclaim:
What shall we do to make us wise,
But learn to read thy name?

6 To fear thy pow'r to trust thy grace
Is our divinest skill;

And he's the wisest of our race,
That best obeys thy will.

PSALM CXI. PART II.

The perfections of God.

1 GREAT is the Lord, his works of might,
Demand our noblest songs;
Let his assembled saints unite
Their harmony of tongues.

2 Great is the mercy of the Lord,
He gives his children food
And ever mindful of his word,
He makes his promise good.

3 His Son, the great Redeemer, came
To seal his cov'nant sure:
Holy and rev'rend is his name,
His ways are just and pure.

4 They that would grow divinely wise,
Must with his fear begin;
Our fairest proof of knowledge lies
In hating ev'ry sin.

PSALM CXII. As the 113th Psalm.

The blessings of the liberal man.

1 THAT man is blest who stands in awe Of God, and loves his sacred law:

His seed on earth shall be renown'd; His house, the seat of wealth, shall be An inexhausted treasury,

Andwith successive honours crown'd 2 His lib'ral favours he extends,

To some he gives, to others lends;

A gen'rous pity fills his mind:
Yet what his charity impairs,
He saves by prudence in affairs,

And thus he's just to all mankind. 3 His hands, while they his alms bestow'd' His glory's future harvest sow'd;

The sweet remembrance of the just,
Like a green root, revives and bears
A train of blessings for his heirs,

When dying nature sleeps in dust. 4 Beset with threat'ning dangers round, Unmov'd shall he maintain his ground:

His conscience holds his courage up:
The soul that's fill'd with virtue's light,
Shines brightest in affliction's night:
And sees in darkness beams of hope.
PAUSE.

5 [Ill tidings never can surprise
His heart that fix'd on God relies,
Tho'waves and tempests roar around:
Safe on the rock he sits, and sees
The shipwreck of his enemies,

And alltheir hope and glory drown'd. 6 The wicked shall his triumph see, And gnash their teeth in agony,

To find their expectations crost: They and their envy, pride and spite, Sink down to everlasting night,

And all their names in darkness lost.]

PSALM CXII. [L. M.]

The blessings of the pious and charitable.

1 THRICE happy man who fears the Lord, [word; Loves his commands, and trusts his Honour and peace his days attend, And blessings to his seed descend.

2 Compassion dwells upon his mind, To works of mercy still inclin’d: He lends the poor some present aid, Or gives them not to be repaid. 3 When times grow dark, and tidings spread [dread, That fill his neighbours round with His heart is arm'd against the fear, For God with all his pow'r is there. 4 His soul well fix'd upon the Lord, Draws heav'nly courage from his word: Amidst the darkness, light shall rise, To chear his heart, and bless his eyes. 5 He hath dispers'd his alms abroad, His works are still before his God; His name on earth shall long remain, While envious sinners fret in vain.

PSALM CXII. [C. M.]

Liberality rewarded.

1 HAPPY is he that fears the Lord,
And follows his commands,
Who lends the poor without reward
Or gives with lib'ral hands.

2 As pity dwells within his breast
To all the sons of need;

So God shall answer his request
With blesings on his seed.

3 No evil tidings shall surprise

His well-establish'd mind;
His soul to God his refuge flies,
And leaves his fears behind.
4 In times of general distress,

Some beams of light shall shine, To shew the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine.

5 His works of piety and love

Remain before the Lord; Honour on earth, and joys above, Shall be his sure reward.

PSALM CXIII. Proper Tune. The majesty and condescension of God.

1 YE that delight to serve the Lord, The honours of his name record,

His sacred name for ever blest: Where'er the circling sun displays His rising beams or setting rays,

Let lands and seas his pow'r confess. 2 Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds, Can give his vast dominion bounds;

The heav'ns are far below his height; Let no created greatness dare With our eternal God compare, Arm'd with his uncreated might, 3 He bows his glorious head, to view What the bright hosts of angels do, And bends his care to mortal things; His sov'reign hand exalts the poor, He takes the needy from the door,

And makes them company for kings. 4 When childless families despair, He sends the blessing of an heir,

To rescue their expiring name: The mother with a thankful voice, Proclaims his praises and her joys; Let ev'ry age advance his fame.

PSALM CXIII. [L. M.]

God sovereign and gracious.

1 YE servants of th' Almighty King,
In ev'ry age his praises sing;
Where'er the sun shall rise or set,
The nations shall his praise repeat,
Above the earth, beyond the sky,
Stands his high throne of majesty:
Nor time nor place his pow'r restrain,
Nor bound his universal reign.

3 Which of the sons of Adam dare,
Or angels, with their God compare?
His glories how divinely bright,
Who dwells in uncreated light.
4 Behold his love, he stoops to view
What saints above and angels do;
And condescends yet more to know
The mean affairs of men below.

5 From dust and cottages obscure, His grace exalts the humble poor; Gives them the honour of his sons: And fits them for their heav'nly thropes.

6 [A word of his creating voice

Can make the barren house rejoice;
Tho' Sarah's ninety years were past,
The promis'd seed is born at last.

7 With joy the mother views her son, And tells the wonders God has done : Faith may grow strong when sense despairs,

If nature fails, the promise bears.]
PSALM CXIV.

Miracles attending Israel's journey. 1 WHEN Israel, freed from Pharaoh's hand,

Left the proud tyrant and his land; Their tribes with cheerful homage own Their King, and Judah was his throne. 2 Across the deep their journey lay; The deep divides to make them way: Jordan beheld their march and filed, With backward current to his head. The mountain shook like frighted

3

sheep,

Like lambs the little hillocks leap;

Not Sinai on her base could stand, Conscious of sov'reign pow'r at hand. 4 What pow'r could make the deep divide?

PSALM CXV. First Metre.

The true God our refuge: or, idolatry reproved.

I NOT to ourselves, who are but dust, Not to ourselves is glory due; Eternal God, thou only just,

Thou only gracious, wise and true. 2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful name: Why should a heathen's haughty tongue

Insult us, and to raise our shame Say, "Where's the God you've serv'd so long?"

3 The God we serve maintains his throne Above the clouds, beyond the skies; Thro' all the earth his will is done, He knows ourgroanshehearsourcries. 4 But the vain idols they adore,

Are senselessshapes ofstoneandwood. At best a mass of glitt'ring ore, A silver saint or golden god.

5 [With eyes and ears they carve their head; [blind, Deaf are their ears, their eyes are In vain are costly offerings made,

And vows are scatter'd in the wind.

6 Their feet were never made to move, Nor hands to save when mortals pray;

Mortals that pay them fear or love,
Seem to be blind and deaf as they.]

7 O Isr❜el, make the Lord thy hope,

Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest; The Lord shall build thy ruins up,

And bless the people and the priest. 8 The dead no more can speak thypraise; They dwell in silence and the grave; But we shall live to sing thy grace, And tell the world thy pow'r to save.

Recovery from sickness.

1 I LOVE the Lord: he heard my cries, And pity'd ev'ry groan:

2

3

Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.

I love the Lord: he bow'd his ear,
And chas'd my griefs away;

O let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray

My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead;
While inward pangs, and fears of hell,
Perplex'd my wakeful head.

4 "My God (I cry'd) thy servant save,
"Thou ever good and just;
"Thy pow'r can rescue from the grave,
"Thy pow'r is all my trust.")

5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest,
He bid my pains remove:
Return, my soul, to God thy rest,
For thou hast known his love.

6 My God has sav'd my soul from death,
And dry'd my falling tears:
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years.

PSALM CXVI. 12, &c. PART II.

Vows made in trouble paid in the church; or, public thanks for private deliver

ance.

1 WHAT shall I render to my God

For all his kindness shewn?
My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.
Among the saints that fill thine house
My off'ring shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.

3 How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever blessed God!
How dear thy servants in thy sight!
How precious is their blood!