5 Th' impartial JUDGE, whofe Eyes each Day Caft o'er the Earth their strict Survey: To Him, my Soul, for Help repair, He makes the faithful Heart his Care. 6 If Man his Law refuse 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 Praife my Lyre.

PSALM VIII. Metre i.

LORD, our GOD, how wondrous 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'st 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 wond'rous great
Is thine exalted Name!

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

PSALM

VIII.

Metre ii.

I Mmortal KING! thro' Earth's wide Frame
How great thy Honour, Praife, and Name!
From Infants Thou canft Strength 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 fpread:

3 The filent Moon, with waxing Horn,
Along th' ethereal 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'ft bow?

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

6 Immortal KING! thro' Earth's wide Frame
How great thy Honour, Praife, and Name!
Whofe Reign o'er diftant Worlds extends,
WhofeGloryHeav'ns vaftHeight tranfcends.
PSALM IX. Metre i.

O celebrate thy Praife, O LORD,
I will my Heart prepare;

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

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

While to thy Name, O Thou MOST HIGH, Triumphant Praise I fing.

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 Praifes therefore to the LORD,
From Sion his Abode,

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

PSALM

IX.

Metre ii.

HEE, LORD, I boast my Bliss fupreme,
Thy Praife my Song's exhauftlefs Theme:

O Higher than the higheft, Hail!
THOU, THOU haft bid my Cause prevail.

2 Come ye, who in the dang'rous Hour With for your Guard the ftrong-built Each Terror to the Winds refign'd, [Tow'r; In GOD a furer Refuge find.

3 The Souls that, once opprefs'd with Woc, Ilave learn'd thy Name, great GoD, to know, Their Hope on Thee fhall fill fuftain, Whom none has fought, and fought in vain. PART II.

4

O THOU, whofe Care prolongs my Breath,
And lifts me from the Gates of Death;
Thy Servant's Woes attentive view,
While impious Men my Steps pursue.

5 So fhall thy Praife employ my Tongue,
And Sion's Portals hear my Song,
While with experienc'd Heart I fhow
What Joys from thy Salvation flow.

6 In Sion GOD has fix'd his Reft;
O be his Praife aloud confest;

His Acts through ev'ry Clime refound,
Far as to Earth's extremeft Bound.

PSALM X. Metre i.

WHY

HY doth the LORD ftand off fo far?
And why conceal his Face,

When great Calamities appear,
And Times of deep Diftrefs?

2 LORD, fhall the Wicked ftill deride
Thy Juftice and thy Pow'r?

Shall they adyance 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 stand
When GOD afcends on High.

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

6 Proud Tyrants fhall no more opprefs,
No more defpife the Juft;

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And mighty Sinners fhall confefs
They are but Earth and Duft.

PSALM X. Metre ii.

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Timmortal KING! the Tribes profane
HINE is the Throne:-Beneath thy
Behold their Dreams of Conqueft o'er,
And vanifh to be feen no more.

2 The meek Obferver of thy Laws
To Thee commits his injur'd Caufe;
In Thee, each anxious Fear refign'd,
The Fatherlefs a Father find.

3 Thou, LORD, thy People's Wish canft read, Ere from their Lips the Pray'r proceed; 'Tis Thine their drooping Hearts to rear, And bow to ev'ry Sigh thine Ear: