Praise for protection, grace and truth.
Y God, in whom are all the fprings
Of boundless love, and grace unknown,
Hide me beneath thy fpreading wings,
Till the dark cloud is overblown.
2 Up to the heav'ns I send my cry,
The Lord will my defires perform;
He fends his angels from the sky,
And faves me from the threatning ftorm.
3 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
4 My heart is fix'd; my fong fhall raise
Immortal honours to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to found his praise,
My tongue, the glory of my frame.
5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,
When lower worlds diffolve and die.
6 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
PSALM LVIII. As the 113th Pfalm.
Warning to magiftrates.
UDGES, who rule the world by laws,
Will ye defpife the righteous caufe,
When th' injur'd poor before you stands?
4 They wreft my words to mifchief still,
Charge me with unknown faults;
Mifchief doth all their counfels fill,
And malice all their thoughts.
5 Shall they escape without thy frown?
Muft their devices ftand?
O caft the haughty finner down,
And let him know thy hand.
6 God counts the forrows of his faints,
Their groans affect his ears;
Thou hast a book for my complaints,
A bottle for my tears.
When to thy throne I raife my cry,
The wicked fear and flee;
So fwift is pray'r to reach the fky,
So near is God to me.
8 In thee, moft holy, juft, and true,
I have repos'd my trust;
Nor will I fear what man can do,
The offspring of the dust.
9 Thy folemn vows are on me, Lord,
Thou shalt receive my praise;
I'll fing,How faithful is thy word,
"How righteous all thy ways."
to Thou haft fecur'd my foul from death,
O fet thy pris'ner free!
That heart and hand, and life and breath
May be employ'd for thee.
PSALM LVII.
Praise for protection, grace and truth.
Y God, in whom are all the fprings
M of boundlefs love, and grace unknown,
Hide me beneath thy fpreading wings,
Till the dark cloud is overblown.
2 Up to the heav'ns I fend my cry,
The Lord will my defires perform;
He fends his angels from the sky,
And faves me from the threatning ftorm.
3 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
4. My heart is fix'd; my fong fhall raise
Immortal honours to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to found his praise,
My tongue, the glory of my frame.
5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,
When lower worlds diffolve and die.
6 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
PSALM LVIII. As the 113th Pfalm.
Warning to magiftrates.
UDGES, who rule the world by laws,
Will ye defpife the righteous caufe,
When th' injur'd poor before
you stands?
Dare ye condema the righteous poor,
And let rich finuers 'fcape fecure,
While gold and greatnefs bribe your hands?
2 Have ye forgot, or never knew,
That God will judge the judges too?
High in the heav'ns his justice reigns:
Yet you invade the rights of God,
And fend your bold decrees abroad,
To bind the confcience in your chains.
3 A poifon'd arrow is your tongue,
The arrow fharp, the poison strong,
And death attends where'er it wounds;
You hear no counfels, cries nor tears;
So the deaf adder stops her ears
Against the pow'r of charming founds.
4 Break out their teeth, eternal God,
Thofe teeth of lions dy'd in blood;
And crush the ferpents in the duft:
As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rife,
Before the fweeping tempeft flies,
So let their hopes and names be loft.
5 Th' Almighty thunders from the sky,
Their grandeur melts, their titles die,
As hills of fnow diffolve and run,
Or fnails that perifh in their flime,
Or births that come before their time,
Vain births, that never see the fun.
6 Thus fhall the vengeance of the Lord
Safety and joy to faints afford; ..
And all that hear fhall join and fay,
"Sure there's a God that rules on high,
"A God that hears his children cry,
"And will their fuff'rings well repay."
On a day of humiliation for disappointments in
LORD, haft thou caft the nation off?
Muft we for ever mourn?
Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?
Shall mercy ne'er return?
2 The terror of one frown of thine,
Melts all our strength away;
Like men that totter drunk with wine,
We tremble in difmay.
3 Great Britain shakes beneath thy stroke,
And dreads thy threatning hand;
O heal the island thou haft broke,
Confirm the wav'ring land.
4 Lift up a banner in the field,
For thofe that fear thy name; Save thy beloved with thy fhield, And put our foes to shame.
5 Go with our armies to the fight,
Like a confed'rate God:
In vain confed'rate pow'rs unite
Against thy lifted rod.
6 Our troops fhall gain a wide renown,
By thine affifting hand;
'Tis God that treads the mighty down, And makes the feeble stand.
PSALM LXI. 1,-6. Safety in God.
THEN overwhelm'd with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpleis and far from all relief
To bear'n I lift mine eyes.
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