Where God reforts,
I love it more
To keep the door
Than fhine in courts.
6 God is our fun and fhield,
Our light and our defence;
With gifts his hands are fill'd,
We draw our bleffings thence:
He fhall beftow
On Jacob's race
Peculiar grace
And glory too.
7 The Lord his people loves;
His hand no good with-holds
From thofe his heart approves,
From pure and pious fouls;
Thrice happy he,
O God of hofts,
Whofe fpirit trufts
Alone in thee.
PSALM LXXXV. 1,-8. First Part. Waiting for an answer to Prayer; or, Deliverance begun and compleated.
ORD, thou haft call'd thy grace to mind,
Thou haft revers'd our heavy doom;
So God forgave when Ifra'l finn'd,
And brought his wand'ring captives home.
2 Thou haft begun to fet us free,
And made thy fierceft wrath abate:
Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee,
And thy falvation be complete.
Revive our dying graces, Lord,
And let thy faints in thee rejoice;
Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word;
We wait for praise to tune our voice.
4 We wait to hear what God will fay;
He'll speak, and give his people peace:
But let them run no more aftray,
Left his returning wrath increase.
PSALM LXXXV. Ver 9, &c. Second Part. Salvation by Chrift.
Alvation is for ever nigh
The fouls that fear and trust the Lord:
And grace defcending from on high
Fresh hopes of glory shall afford.
2. Mercy and truth on earth are met,
Since Chrift the Lord came down from heav'n,
By his obedience so complete
Juftice is pleas'd, and peace is giv'n.
3 Now truth and honour shall abound,
Religion dwell on earth again,
And heav'nly influence blefs the ground,
In our Redeemer's gentle reign.
4 His righteousness is gone before,
To give us free access to God:
Our wand'ring feet shall stray no more,
But mark his steps, and keep the road,
PSALM LXXXVI. Ver. 8,—13.
A general fong of praise to God.
Mong the princes, earthly gods,
There's none hath pow'r divine;
Nor is their nature, mighty Lord,
Nor are their works like thine.
The nations thou haft made, fhall bring
Their off'rings round thy throne;
For thou alone doft wond'rous things
For thou art God alone.
3 Lord, I would walk with holy feet;
Teach me thine heav'nly ways,
And my poor scatter'd thoughts unite
In God my Father's praise.
4 Great is thy mercy, and my tongue
Shall those sweet wonders tell,
How by thy grace my firking foul
Rofe from the deeps of hell.
The church the birth-place of the faints; or, Jews and Gentiles united in the Chriftian church.
OD in his earthly temple lays
Foundations for his heav'nly praife:
He likes the tents of Jacob well,
But ftill in Zion loves to dwell.
2 His mercy vifits ev'ry houfe
That pay their night and morning vows;
But makes a more delightful ftay
Where churches meet to praife and pray.
3 What glories were defcrib'd of old?
What wonders are of Zion told?
Thou city of our God below,
Thy fame fhall Tyre and Egypt know
Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew,
Shall there begin their lives anew:
Angels and men fhall join to fing
The hill where living waters fpring.
5 When God makes up his last account
Of natives in his holy mount,
"Twill be an honour to appear
As one new-born or nourish'd there!
PSALM LXXXIX. First Part, Long Metre.
The covenant made with Chrift: or, The true
OR ever fhall my fong record The truth and mercy of the Lord, Mercy and truth for ever ftand Like heav'n establish'd by his hand. 2 Thus to his Son he fware, and faid, "With thee my cov'nant first is made; "In thee fhall dying finners live, "Glory and grace are thine to give.
"Be thou my prophet, thou my priest';
"Thy children fhall be ever bleft;
"Thou art my chofen King; thy throne
"Shall ftand eternal like my own,
4 "There's none of all my fons above
"So much my image or my love;
"Celestial pow'rs thy fubjects are,
"Then what can earth to thee compare?
5 "David, my fervant, whom I chofe
"To guard my flock, to crufh my foes,
"And rais'd him to the Jewish throne,
"Was but a fhadow of my Son."
6. Now let the church rejoice and fing,
Jefus her Saviour and her King;
Angels his heav'nly wonders fhow,
And faints declare his works below.
PSALM LXXXIX. First part. Common Metre.
The faithfulness of God.
I Y never-ceafing fongs fhall fhow
The mercies of the Lord;
And make fucceeding ages know
How faithful is his word.
2 The facred truths his lips pronounce
Shall firm as heav'n endure;
And if he fpeak a promise once,..
Th' eternal grace is fure.
3 How long the race of David held
The promis'd Jewish throne!
But there's a nobler cov'nant feal'd
To David's greater Son,
4 His feed for ever shall possess
A throne above the skies;
The meaneft fubject of his grace
Shall to that glory rife.
5 Lord God of hofts, thy wondrous ways
Are fung by faints above;
And faints on earth their honours raise
To thy unchanging love.
PSALM LXXXIX. 7, &c. Second part.
The power and majesty of God; or, Reverential
ITH rev'rence let the faints appear,
And bow before the Lord,
His high commands with rev'rence hear,
And tremble at his word.
2 How terrible thy glories be l
How bright thine armies fhine!
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