Where is the pow'r that vies with thee,? 'Or truth compar'd with thine? 3 The Northern pole and Southern rest Darkness and day from Eaft to West 4 Thy words the raging wind controul, Thou mak'st the fleeping billows roll, 5 Heav'n, earth, and air, and fea are thine, How did thine arm in veng'ance shine 6 Juftice and judgment are thy throne, While truth and mercy join'd in one, PSALM LXXXIX. 15, &c. Third Part. B Left are the fouls that hear and know. Peace fhall attend the path they go, 2 Their joy shall bear their fpirits up 3 The Lord our glory and defence 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 "Sinners, behold, your help is laid 2 Behold the man my wisdom chofe 3 High fhall he reign on David's throne, 4 My truth fhall guard him in his way 5 Me for his Father and his God He fhall for ever own, Call me his Rock, his high abode, 6 My first born Son array'd in grace Beneath him angels know their place, 7 My cov'nant stands for ever faft, Firm as the heav'ns his throne fhall laft, 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, Should break my laws, abuse my grace, 2 Their fins l'll vifit with the rod, 3 My cov'nant I will ne'er revoke, 4 Once have I fworn (I need no more) 5 The fun fhall fee his offspring rife 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. ག་ PSALM LXXXIX. 47, &c. Sixth Part. 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! 4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day PSALM LXXXIX. 47, &c. Laft Part. Life, death, and the refurrection. 'TH How few his hours, how fhort his fpan! Short from the cradle to the 2 Lord, shall it be for ever faid, "For fickness, forrow, and the duft!" For all their toil, reproach, and pain; PSALM XC. Long Metre, 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, 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Thy dreadful fentence, Lord, was just, |