"I make my holy hill his throne, "And wide his kingdom spread. 4 "Afk me, my Son, and then enjoy "The utmost heathen lands: 66 Thy rod of iron fhall destroy 5 Be wife, ye rulers of the earth, Adore the king of heav'nly birth, And tremble at his word. 6 With humble love addrefs his throne; 2 PSALM II. Long Metre.. "Come, let us break his bands, they say, 3 But God, who high in glory reigns, "My hand fhall bring him from the dead, [His wondrous rifing from the earth Makes his eternal godhead known; The Lord declares his heavenly birth; "This day have I begot my Son. 6" Afcend, my Son, to my right hand, “There thou shalt ask, and I bestow "The utmost bounds of Heathen lands; "To thee the Northern ifles fhall bow."] 7 But nations that refift his grace Shall fall beneath his iron ftroke; His rod fhall crush his foes with case, As potters earthen work is broke. PAUSE. Now ye that fit on earthly thrones, 9 With humble love addrefs the Son, His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, 10 His ftorms fhall drive you quick to hell, Happy the fouls that know him well, PSALM III. Common Metre.. Doubts and fears fuppreft, of God our defence from fin and Satan. MY God, how many are my fears & Μ How faft my foes increase! Confpiring my eternal death, 2 The lying tempter would perfuade 3 But thou, my glory and my ftrength, 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill I call'd my father, and my God, 5 He fhed foft flumbers on mine eyes, I 'woke, and wonder'd at the grace, 6 What tho' the hoft of death and hell 7 Arife, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, My God has broke the ferpent's teeth, 8. Salvation to the Lord belongs, Bleffings attend thy people here, PSALM III. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8. Long Metre Lord how many are my foes In this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompofe, PSALM IV. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7. Long Metre. Hearing of Prayer, or, God our Portion, and Chrift our Hope, I 0 O GOD of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend when I complain; Thou haft enlarg'd me in diftrefs, Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye fons of men, in vain ye try To turn my glory into shame; How long will fcoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Saviour's name? 3 Know that the Lord divides his faints From all the tribes of men befide; He hears the cry of penitents For the dear fake of Chrift that dy'd. 4 When our obedient hands have done A thoufand works of righteoufnefs, We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pard'ning grace. 5 Let the unthinking many say, "Who will beftow fome earthly good?" Nor will I change my happy choice PSALM IV. 3, 4, 5, 8. Common Metre. An Evening Pfalm. LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray; am for ever thine; I fear before thee all the day, 2 And while I reft my weary head 3 I pay this ev'ning facrifice: And when my work is done, Great God, my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace, I'll give mine eyes to fleep; Thy hand in fafety keeps my days, L PSALM V. For the Lord's Day Morning. |