2 Old Ocean faw them, as they came;
He faw, and backward fled:
Recoiling Jordan turn'd his Stream,
And fought his Fountain-Head.

3 The Mountains feel the fudden Shock;
As Rams, from off the Ground
They fpring:-As Younglings of the Flock,
The Hills affrighted bound."

4 Thou Ocean, fay, why, as they came,
Thy Billows backward fled ?

And what, O Jordan, urg'd thy Stream
To feek its Fountain-Head?

5 Ye Mountains, whence the fudden Shock? Why leap ye from the Ground

As Rams? As Younglings of the Flock,
Say why, O Hills, ye bound?

6 Earth tremble on! well may'ft Thou fear Thy Maker's Face to fee;

When Jacob's awful GOD draws near,
'Tis Time for Earth to flee.

7 That GOD, beneath whose potent Stroke The Flint a Torrent gave;

Who fpakeand from the yielding Rock
Gufh'd forth the bidden Wave.

PSALM CXIV. Metre ii..

W

[Hand, THEN Ifrael, freed from Pharaoh's Left the proud Tyrant and his Land, The 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 fled,
With backward Current, to his Head.

3 The Mountains fhook like frighted Sheep,
Like Lambs the little Hillocks leap;
Not Sinai on her Bafe could ftand,
Conscious of fov'reign Pow'r at hand.

4 What Pow'r could make the Deep divide?
Make Jordan backward roll his Tide?
Why did ye leap, ye little Hills?
And whence the Fright that Sinai feels?
5 Let ev'ry Mountain, ev'ry Flood,
Retire, and know th' approaching God,
The King of Ifrael: See Him here!
Tremble, thou Earth, adore and fear.

6 He thunders, and all Nature mourns,
The Rock to ftanding Pools He turns:
Flints fpring with Fountains at his Word,
And Fires and Seas confefs the LORD.

PSALM

NOT

CXV.

OT to ourselves, who are but Duft, Not to ourselves is Glory due, Eternal GOD, Thou only Juft, Thou only Gracious, Wife, and True. 2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful Name! Why fhould a Heathen's haughty Tongue Infult us, and, to raise our Shame, [long?" Say, "Where's the GoD you've ferv'd fo

3 The GOD we serve maintains his Throne
Above the Clouds, beyond the Skies;
Through all the Earth his Will is done,
He knows our Groans, He hears our Cries.

4 But the vain Idols they adore

Are fenfelefs Shapes of Stone and Wood;
At beft a Mafs of glitt'ring Ore,

A filver Saint, or golden God.

5 With Eyes and Ears, they carve their Head; Deaf are their Ears, their Eyes are blind; In vain are coftly Off'rings made,

And Vows are scatter'd in the Wind.

6 Their Feet were never made to move,
Nor Hands to fave when Mortals pray;
Mortals that pay them Fear or Love,
Seem to be blind and deaf as they.

7 O Ifrael, make the LORD thy Hope,
Thy Help, thy Refuge, and thy Reft;
The LORD fhall build thy Ruins up,
And bless the People and the Priest.

8 The Dead no more can speak thy Praise,
They dwell in Silence and the Grave;
But we shall live to fing thy Grace,
And tell the World thy Pow'r to save.

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PSALM CXVI.

Metre i.

LOVE the LORD; He heard my Cries,
And pity'd ev'ry Groan;

Long as I live, when Troubles rife,

I'll haften to his Throne.

2 I love the LORD: He bow'd his Ear,
And chas'd my Griefs away:
my Heart no more despair,
While I have Breath to pray!

O let

3 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 fave, "Thou ever Good and Juft; "Thy Pow'r can refcue from the Grave; "Thy Pow'r is all my Trust.”

5 The LORD beheld me fore distrest; He bids my Pains remove : Return, my Soul, to GOD thy Reft,

For thou haft known his Love.

6 My God hath fav'd my Soul from Death,
And dry'd my falling Tears :
Now to his Praise I'll spend my Breath,
And my remaining Years.

PART II.

7 WHAT fhall I render, O my GoD,
For all thy Kindness thown?
My Feet fhall vifit thine Abode,
My Songs address thy Throne.

8 Among the Saints that fill thine Houfe, My Offrings fhall be paid;

There fhall my Zcal perform the Vows
My Soul in Anguish made.

9 How much is Mercy thy Delight,
'Thou ever-bleffed GOD!

How dear thy Servants in thy Sight!
How precious is their Blood!

10 How happy all thy Servants are!
How great thy Grace to me!

My Life, which Thou haft made thy Care,
LORD, I devote to Thee.

II Now I am Thine, for ever Thine,
Nor fhall my Purpose move;

Thy Hand hath loos'd my. Bands of Pain,
And bound me with thy Love.

12 Here in thy Courts I leave my Vow,
And thy rich Grace record;

Witnefs, ye Saints, who hear me now,
If I forfake the LORD.

PSALM CXVI. Metre ii. [Breaft,

'HOW
H For Gon the Voice of my Request

OW glows with grateful Love my
GOD

Accepts, and, while my Hands I rear,
Bows to my Plaint-his-willing Ear ;
For this, to Life's extremeft Hour,
My Lips to Him their Praise fhall pour.

2 His Mercies, midft thy deepest Woe,
By bleft Experience taught to know,
Turn, turn thee to thy Reft, my
Soul;
For He who fits above the Pole
(Tremendous Name!) has o'er thy Head
The Fulnefs of his Bounty fhed.