Where is the pow'r that vies with thee,? 'Or truth compar'd with thine?

3 The Northern pole and Southern rest
On thy fupporting hand;

Darkness and day from Eaft to West
Move round at thy command.

4 Thy words the raging wind controul,
And rule the boift'rous deep;

Thou mak'st the fleeping billows roll,
The rolling billows fleep.

5 Heav'n, earth, and air, and fea are thine,
And the dark world of hell;

How did thine arm in veng'ance shine
When Egypt durft rebel!

6 Juftice and judgment are thy throne,
Yet wondrous is thy grace:

While truth and mercy join'd in one,
Invite us near thy face.

PSALM LXXXIX. 15, &c. Third Part.
A bleffed gofpel.

B

Left are the fouls that hear and know.
The gospel's joyful found:

Peace fhall attend the path they go,
And light their fteps furround.

2 Their joy shall bear their fpirits up
Thro' their Redeemer's name;
His righteoufnefs exalts their hope,
Nor Satan dares condemn.

3 The Lord our glory and defence
Strength and falvation gives!
Ifra', thy King for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives.

1

PSALM LXXXIX. 19, &c. Fourth Part.

Chrift's mediatorial kingdom; or, His divine and human nature.

HEAR

TEAR what the Lord in vifion faid
And made his mercy known:

"Sinners, behold, your help is laid
"On my almighty Son."

2 Behold the man my wisdom chofe
Among your mortal race;
His head my holy oil o'er flows,
The Spirit of my grace.

3 High fhall he reign on David's throne,
My people's better King;
My arm shall beat his rivals down,
And ftill new fubjects bring.

4 My truth fhall guard him in his way
With mercy by his fide,
While in my name thro' earth and fea
He fhall in triumph ride.

5 Me for his Father and his God

He fhall for ever own,

Call me his Rock, his high abode,
And I'll fupport my Son.

6 My first born Son array'd in grace
At my right hand shall fit;

Beneath him angels know their place,
And monarchs at his feet.

7 My cov'nant stands for ever faft,
My promifes are strong;

Firm as the heav'ns his throne fhall laft,
His feed endure as long.

PSALM LXXXIX. 30, &c. Fifth part.

The covenant of grace unchangeable; or, Affliction without rejection.

I

Y

ET (faith the Lord) if David's race,
The children of my Son,

Should break my laws, abuse my grace,
And tempt mine anger down:

2 Their fins l'll vifit with the rod,
And make their folly smart;
But I'll not ceafe to be their God,
Nor from my truth depart.

3 My cov'nant I will ne'er revoke,
But keep my grace in mind;
And what eternal love hath spoke,
Eternal truth fhall bind.

4 Once have I fworn (I need no more)
And pledg'd my holiness,
To feal the facred promife fure
To David and his race.

5 The fun fhall fee his offspring rife
And spread from sea to fea,

Long as he travels round the skies

To give the nations day.

Sure as the moon that rules the night

His kingdom fhall endure,

Till the fix'd laws of fhade and light

Shall be obferv'd no more.

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PSALM LXXXIX. 47, &c. Sixth Part.
Long Metre.

Mortality and hope.

A funeral Pfalm.

Emember, Lord, our mortal ftate,

RE

How frail our life, how fhort the date! Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from difeafe, fecure from death? 2 Lord, while we fee whole nations die, Our flesh and fenfe repine and cry, "Muft death for ever rage and reign? "Or haft thou made mankind in vain ?

3

"Where is thy promise to the juft!
"Are not thy fervants turn'd to dust !”
But faith forbids thefe mournful fighs,
And fees the fleeping duft arife,

4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day
Wipes the reproach of faints away,
And clears the honour of thy word;
Awake our fouls and blefs the Lord.

PSALM LXXXIX. 47, &c. Laft Part.
As the 113th Pfalm.

Life, death, and the refurrection.
Hink, mighty God, on feeble man;

'TH How few his hours, how fhort his fpan!

Short from the cradle to the
grave.
Who can fecure his vital breath
Against the bold demands of death,
With fkill to fly, or pow'r to fave?

2 Lord, shall it be for ever faid,
"The race of man was only made

"For fickness, forrow, and the duft!"
Are not thy fervants day by day
Sent to their graves, and turn'd to clay?
Lord, where's thy kindness to the just?
3 Haft thou not promis'd to thy Son,
And all his feed a heav'nly crown?
But flesh and fenfe indulge defpair;
For ever blessed be the Lord,
That faith can read his holy word,
And find a refurrection there.
4 For ever bleffed be the Lord,
Who gives his faints a long reward,

For all their toil, reproach, and pain;
Let all below, and all above,
Join to proclaim thy wondrous love,
And each repeat their loud Amen.

PSALM XC. Long Metre,
Man mortal, and God eternal.
A mournful fong at a funeral.

T

HRO' ev'ry age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our fafe abode: High was thy throne e'er heav'n was made, Or earth thy humble footftool laid.

2 Long hadit thou reign'd e'er time began, Or duft was fashion'd to a man;

And long thy kingdom fhall endure,
When earth and time shall be no more.

3 But man, weak man, is born to die,
Made up of guilt, and vanity:

Thy dreadful fentence, Lord, was just,
"Retura, ye finners, to your duft."