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5 Th’impartial Judge, whose Eyes each Day
Cast o'er the Earth their strict Survey:
He makes the faithful Heart his Care. 6 If Man his Law refuse to know,
He whets his Sword, He bends his Bow,
Ordain'd to pierce th’ Oppressor's Heart. 7 Thy Truth, O LORD, fhall on my Breast
In sweet Remembrance stand imprest;
PS A L M VIII. Metre i.
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 so far below, That Thou should'st vifit him with Grace,
And love his Nature fo!
To take a mortal Form,
To save 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.
Is thine cxalted Name!
Let the whole Earth proclaim.
PSA L M
How great thy Honour, Praise, and Name!
And form their lifping Tongues to praise. 2 When, rapt in Thought, with wakeful Eye
I view the Wonders of the Sky;
In rich Magnificence have fpread:
Along th' ethereal Region borne;
That nightly walk their destin'd Round. 4 Lord, what is Man, that in thy Care
His humble Lot should find a Share!
T celebrate thy Praife, O Lord,
6 Immortal KING! thro' Earth's wide Frame
How great thy Honour, Praise, and Name !
PSALM IX. Metre i.
Thy wondrous Works declare. 2 The Thought of them shall to my Soul
Exalted Pleasures bring ; While to thy Name, O Thou Most HIGH,
Triumphant Praise I fing.
Against oppreffing Rage;
In Behalf engage.
Will on his Truth confide;
That on his Help rely'd.
From Sion his Abode,
Confess no other God.
PSALM IX. Metre ii. THEE, LORD, I boast my Bliss fupreme,
Thy Praise my Song'sexhaustless Theme: O Higher than the highest, Hail ! Thou, Thou haft bid my Cause prevail.
2 Come ye, who in the dang'rous Hour
Wish for your Guard the strong-built
In God a furer Refuge find.
Ilave learn'd thy Na ne, great God, to know,
And lifts me froin the Gates of Dcach ;
While impious Men my Steps pursue.
And Sion's, Portals hear my Song:
What Joys from thy Salvation fow.
o be his Praise aloud confeft;
PSA L M X. Metre i.
WHX dot the Loan fand off fo far?
And conceal ,
And Times of deep Distress ?
And still thy Saints devour?
3 They put thy Judgments from their Sight,
And then insult the Poor;
That they shall fall no more.
Attend our humble Cry;
When God afcends on High.
And cause thine Ear to hear ;-
And puts the World in Fear.
No more despise the Just;
They are but Earth and Duft.
PSA L M X. Metre ii.
[Reign, HINE is the Throne :-Beneath thy
Immortal KING! the Tribes profane Behold their Dreams of Conquest o’er,
To Thee commits his injur'd Cause;
The Fatherless a Father find.
Ere from their Lips the Pray’r proceed;