“ I make my holy hill his throne,

“ And wide his kingdom spread. 4 " Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy

". The utmost heathen lands: “ Thy rod of iron shall destroy

" The rebel that withstands." $ Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,

Obey th’anointed Lord,
Adore the king of heav'nly birth,

And tremble at his word.
6 With humble love address his throne;

For if he frown, ye die;
Those are secure, and those alone,

Who on his grace rely.

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PSALM II. Long Metre.
Christ's deatb, resurrection, and ascension.
HY did the Jews proclaim their rage?

The Romans why their fwords employ?
Against the Lord their pow'rs engage

His dear anointed to destroy? 2“ Come, let us break his bands, they say,

“ This man shall never give us laws;" And thus they caft his yoke away,

And pail'd the monarch to the cross. 3. But God, who high in glory reigns,

Laughs at their pride, their rage controulsz
He'll vex their heart with ioward pains,

And tpeak in thunder to their souls. "I will maintain the king I made

“ On Zion's everlasting hill,
" My hand shall bring him from the dead,

And he lhall stand your lov'reign stille.

5 [His wondrous rising 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 alk, and I bestow
“ The utmost bounds of Heathen lands;

“ To thee the Northern isles shall bow.") 7 But nations that resist his grace

Shall fall beneath his iron stroke;
His rod shall crush his foes with ease,
As potters earthen work is broke.

PAUSE.
8 Now ye that fit on earthly thrones,

Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb,
Now to his feet fubmit your crowns,

Rejoice and tremble at his name.
9 With humble love address the Son,

Left he grow angry, and ye die;
His wrath will burn to worlds unknowDg,

If ye provoke his jealousy.
10 His storms shall drive you quick to hell,

He is a God, and ye but dust:
Happy the souls that know him well,
And make his grace their only trust.

PSALM III. Common Metrë.
Doubts and fears fuppreft, of God our defence from

fin and Satan.
Y God, how many are my fears.

How fast my foes increase!
Conspiring my eternal death,

They break my prefent peace.

2 The lying tempter would persuade

There's no relief in heav'n,
And all my swelling fins appear

Too big to be forgivio.
3 But thou, my glory and my strength,

Shalt on the tempter tread,
Shalt silence all my threat’aing guilt,

And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill

He bow'd a lift'ning ear;
I callid my father, and my God,

And he subdu'd my fear.
5 He shed soft Numbers on mine eyes,

In spite of all my foes;
I 'woke, and wonder'd at the grace,

That guarded my repose.]
6 What tho' the host of death and hell

All arm'd against me stood, Terrors no more shall shake my foul;

My refuge is my God.
7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,

While I thy glory sing:
My God bas broke the serpent's teeth,

And death has lost his sting. 3. Salvation to the Lord belongs,

His arm alone can save: Blessings attend thy people here,

And reach beyond the grave.

PSALM III. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8. Long Metre,

A Morning Pfalm.
Lord how many are my

foes
In this weak. state of felh and blood

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My peace they daily discompose,

But my defence and hope is God. 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,

To thee I rais'd an ev'ning cry;
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,

And thine almighty help was oigh. 3 Supported by thine heav'nly aid

I laid me down, and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,

Tho'l should wake and rise no more, 4 But God sustain'd me all the night:

Salvation doth to God belong;
He rais’d my head to see the light,
And make his praise my morning song.

PSALM IV. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7. Long Metre. Hearing of Prayer, or, God cur Portion, and

Christ our Hope,

O

God of grace and righteousness,

Hear and attend when I complain;
Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress,

Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try

To turn my glory into shame;
How long will scoffers love to lie,

And dare reproach my Saviour's name? 3

Know that the Lord divides his faints
From all the tribes of men beside;
He hears the cry of penitents

For the dear fake of Christ that dy'd. 4 When our obedient hands have done

A thousand works of righteousaess,

We put our trust in God alone,

And glory in his pard’ning grace. 5 Let the unthioking many fay,

" Who will bestow fome earthly good?" But, Lord, thy light and love we pray;

Our souls desire this heav'nly food.
6 Then shall my chearful pow'rs rejoice

At grace and favours fo divine,
Nor will I change my happy choice
For all their corn, and all their wine.

PSALM IV. 3, 4, 5, 8. Common Metre.

An Evening Pfalm.

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I am ever thine; 1 ttar before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to fio, 2 And while I reft my weary head

From cares and bus'ness free, 'Tis sweet conversing on my bed

With my own heart and thee. 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 sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,

And will my numbers keep.

PSALM V.
For the Lord's Day Morning.
ORD, in the morning thou shalt heas

My voice ascending ch.