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“ 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,
And tremble at his word.
For if he frown, ye die;
Who on his grace rely.
PSALM II. Long Metre.
The Romans why their fwords employ?
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
And tpeak in thunder to their souls. "I will maintain the king I made
“ On Zion's everlasting hill,
And he lhall stand your lov'reign stille.
5 [His wondrous rising from the earth
Makes his eternal godhead known;
“ This day have I begot my Son.
« There thou shalt alk, and I bestow
“ To thee the Northern isles shall bow.") 7 But nations that resist his grace
Shall fall beneath his iron stroke;
Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb,
Rejoice and tremble at his name.
Left he grow angry, and ye die;
If ye provoke his jealousy.
He is a God, and ye but dust:
PSALM III. Common Metrë.
fin and Satan.
How fast my foes increase!
They break my prefent peace.
2 The lying tempter would persuade
There's no relief in heav'n,
Too big to be forgivio.
Shalt on the tempter tread,
And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill
He bow'd a lift'ning ear;
And he subdu'd my fear.
In spite of all my foes;
That guarded my repose.]
All arm'd against me stood, Terrors no more shall shake my foul;
My refuge is my God.
While I thy glory sing:
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.
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;
And thine almighty help was oigh. 3 Supported by thine heav'nly aid
I laid me down, and slept secure;
Tho'l should wake and rise no more, 4 But God sustain'd me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong;
PSALM IV. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7. Long Metre. Hearing of Prayer, or, God cur Portion, and
Christ our Hope,
God of grace and righteousness,
Hear and attend when I complain;
Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try
To turn my glory into shame;
And dare reproach my Saviour's name? 3
Know that the Lord divides his faints
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.
At grace and favours fo divine,
PSALM IV. 3, 4, 5, 8. Common Metre.
An Evening Pfalm.
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.
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
And will my numbers keep.
My voice ascending ch.