4 Ye Floods triumphant clap the Hand; Ye cloud-topt Hills, exulting stand; See, thron'd aloft in awful State,

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(While Man's whole Race his Sentence wait) The Judge fupreme his Scale affume; And Equity directs the Doom.

PSALM XCIX. Metre i.

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HE GOD JEHOVAH reigns,
Let all the Nations fear;

Let Sinners tremble at his Throne,
And Saints be humble there.

JESUS the SAVIOUR reigns,
Let Earth adore its LORD:

Bright Cherubs his Attendants ftand,
Swift to fulfil his Word.

In Zion is his Throne,

His Honours are divine;

His Church fhall make his Wonders known, For there his Glories fhine.

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Juftice and Truth, and Judgment join

In all his Works of Grace.

EXALT the LORD our GOD,

And worship at his Feet;

His Nature is all Holiness,

And Mercy is his Seat.

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When Ifrael was his Church,
When Aaron was his Prieft,
When Mofes cry'd, when Samuel pray'd,
He gave his People Reft.

Oft He forgave their Sins,

Nor would deftroy their Race;

And oft He made his Vengeance known,

When they abus'd his Grace.

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Exalt the LORD our GOD,

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Whofe Grace is ftill the fame;

Still He's a GOD of Holinefs,

And jealous for his Name.

PSALM XCIX. Metre ii.

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[EHOVAH reigns: Ye Nations own, With proftrate Hearts, his Sway : Between the Cherubs stands his Throne; Earth! tremble and obey.

2 Let Each, with humble Joy elate,
Before thy Footstool bow;

Thee, ceaseless, praise: For who so Great,
So Holy, LORD, as Thou?

3 By GoD with facred Honours crown'd,
See Mofes, Aaron see;

And Samuel, ever faithful found,
To Him incline the Knee.

4 To Him the favour'd Three aloud
The frequent Vow preferr'd,

And, inftant, from the pillar'd Cloud,
His awful Answer heard.

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5 With wakeful Zeal their Bofoms burn'd,
Obfervant of his Will,

With Joy the heav'nly Precept learn'd,
And haften'd to fulfil.

6 To THEE, great GOD, their ev'ry Pray'r
In full Acceptance rofe:

Thy Hand their Weakness knew tò fpare,
And, pitying, heal'd their Woes.

7 Yet could thy Wrath, when Sin had dar'd
Their erring Breast to stain,
Deal to their Guilt a juft Reward,
And vindicate thy Reign.

8 Let Each, with humble Joy elate,
On Sion's Mountain bow;

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Thee, ceaseless, praise: For who so Great,
So Holy, LORD, as Thou?

LL People that on Earth do dwell, Sing to the LORD with cheerful Voice; Him ferve with Fear, his Praise forth-tell, Come ye before Him and rejoice.

2 The LORD, ye know, is GOD indeed,

Without our Aid He did us make;
We are his Flock, He doth us feed,
And for his Sheep he doth us take.

3 O enter then his Gates with Praise,
Approach with Joy his Courts unto;
Praife, laud, and blefs his Name always,
For it is feemly fo to do.

4 For why? the LORD our GOD is good,
His Mercy is for ever fure:

His Truth at all Times firmly ftood,
And shall from Age to Age endure.

VERSION II.

ITH one Confent let all the Earth

W To Gon their cheerful Voices raife,
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Glad Homage pay with hallow'd Mirth,
And fing before Him Songs of Praise.
2 Convinc'd that He is God alone,
From whom both we and All proceed;
We whom He chooses for his own,
The Flock that He vouchfafes to feed.

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O enter then his Temple-Gate,
Thence to his Courts devoutly prefs,
And still your grateful Hymns repeat,
And ftill his Name with Praifes blefs.
For He's the LORD, fupremely good,
His Mercy is for ever fure;

His Truth, which always firmly food,
To endless Ages fhall endure.

VERSION III.

I DEFORE JEHOVAH's awful Throne,

BEF Nations bow with facred Joy:

Know that the LORD is GOD alone;
He can create, and He destroy.

2 His fov'reign Fow'r, without our Aid,
Made us of Clay, and form'd us Men:
And when like wand'ring Sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his Fold again.

3 We are his People, we his Care,
Our Souls, and all our mortal Frame:
What lafting Honours fhall we rear,
Almighty MAKER, to thy Name?

4 We'll crowd thy Gates with thankful Songs;
High as the Heav'ns our Voices raise ;
And Earth, with her ten Thoufand Tongues,
Shall fill thy Courts with founding Praife.
5 Wide as the World is thy Command!
Vaft as Eternity thy Love!

Firm as a Rock thy Truth must stand,
When rolling Years fhall ceafe to move.

OF Juftice and of Grace I fing,

And pay my GOD my Vows ;

Thy Grace and Juftice, heav'nly King,
Teach me to rule my House..

2 Now to my Tent, O GOD, repair,
And make thy Servant wife;
I'll fuffer nothing near me there,
That fhall offend thine Eyes..

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The Man that doth his Neighbour wrong
By Falfehood or by Force,

The fcornful Eye, the fland'rous Tongue,
I'll thrust them from my Doors.

I'll feek the Faithful and the Juft,

And will their Help enjoy :

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These are the Friends that I will trust,
The Servants I'll employ..