Ifra'l is fafe: The poifon'd air
Grows pure, if Ifra'ls God be there.
7 What tho' a thousand at thy fide,
At thy right-hand ten thousand dy'd,
Thy God his chofen people faves
Amongst the dead, amidst the graves.
8 So when he fent his angel down,
To make his wrath in Egypt known,
And flew their fons, his careful eye
Past all the doors of Jacob by.
9 But if the fire, or plague, or fword,
Receive commiffion from the Lord,
To ftrike his faints among the reft,
Their very pains and deaths are bleft.
10 The fword, the peftilence, or fire,
Shall but fulfil their beft defire:
From fins and forrows fet them free,
And bring thy children, Lord, to thee.
PSALM CXI. 9-16. Second Part. Protection from death, guard of angels, victory and
E fons of men, a feeble race;
Expos'd to ev'ry fnare,
Come, make the Lord your dwelling place,
And try, and truft his care.
2 No ill-fhall enter where you dwell;
Or if the plague come nigh,
And fweep the wicked down to hell,
'Twill raise his faints on high.
3 He'll give his angels charge to keep
Your feet in all their ways;
r pillow while you sleep,
your happy days.
fhall bear you, left you fall
against the ftones:
hot fervants at his call,
lent t' attend his fons?
Adders and lions ye fnall tread;
The tempter's wiles defeat;
He that hath broke the ferpent's head
Puts him beneath your feet.
6"Because on me they fet their love,
"I'll fave them, (faith the Lord) "I'll bear their joyful fouls above "Deftruction, and the fword.
"My grace fhall anfwer when they call; "In trouble I'll be nigh:
My pow'r fhall help them when they fall,
"And raise them when they die.
8Thofe that on earth my name have known
Pll honour them in heav'n;
"There my falvation fhall be fhown,
And endless life be giv'n.
PSALM XCII. First part.
A pfalm for the Lord's day.
WEET is the work, my God, my king,
To praife thy name, give thanks and fing;
To fhew thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of facred reft,
No mortal cares shall seize my break
O may my heart in time be found
Like David's harp of folema found!
3 My heart fhall triumph in my Lord,
And blefs his works and bless his word;
Thy works of grace how bright they fhine!
How deep thy counfels! how divine!
4 Fools never raise their thoughts fo high;
Like brutes they live, like brutes they die;
Like grafs they flourish, till thy breath.
Blaft them in everlasting death.
5 But I fhall fhare a glorious part
When grace hath well refin'd my heart,
And freth fupplies of joy are (hed
Like holy oil to chear my head.
6 Sin (my worst enemy before)
Shall vex my eyes and ears no more,
My inward foes fhall all be flain,
Nor Satan break my peace again."
7 Then fhall I fee, and hear, and know
All I defir'd or wish'd below?
And ev'ry pow'r find fweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
PSALM XCII, 12, &c. Second art.
The church is the garden of God.
LORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by thine hand;
Let me within thy courts be feen
Like a young cedar fresh and green,
2 There grow thy faints in faith and love, with thine influence from above:
athway with all its trees
Chha comely fight as thefe.
hors of grace fhall ever live:
rong but grace mult thrive)
Time, that doth all things elfe impair,
Still makes them flourish ftrong and fair.
4 Laden with fruits of age they fhew,
The Lord is holy, juft and true;
None that attend his gates fhall find
A God unfaithful or unkind.
PSALM XCIII. ft Metre. As the rooth Pfalm.
The eternal and Sovereign God.
1 EHOVAH reigns: He dwells in light,
Girded with majefty and might:
The world created by his hands,
Still on its first foundation ftands.
2 But e'er this fpacious world was made,
Or had its firft foundations laid,
Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Thy felf the ever-living God.
3 Like floods the angry nations rife,
And aim their rage against the fkies;
Vain floods, that aim their rage fo high!
At thy rebuke the billows die.
4 For ever fhall thy throne endure;
Thy promise stands for ever fure;
And everlasting holiness
Becomes the dwellings of thy grace.
PSALM XCIII. 2d Metre. As the old 50th Pfalm.
1 THE Lord of glory reigns: he reigns on high; His robes of ftate are ftrength and majesty
This wide creation rofe at his command,
Built by his word, and 'ftablifh'd by his hand:
Long flood his throne ere he began creation,
And his own Godhead is the firm foundation.
2 God is th' eternal king: thy foes in vain Raise their rebellions to confound thy reign: In vain the storms; in vain the floods arite, And roar, and tofs their waves against the skies; Foaming at heav'n they rage with wild commotion, But heav'n's high arches fcorn the fwelling ocean.
3 Ye tempefts rage no more; ye floods be still And the mad world fubmiffive to his will: Built on his truth, his church must ever ftand; Firm are his promifes, and ftrong his hand : See his own fons when they appear before him, Bow at his footstool, and with fear adore him.
PSALM XCII. 3d Metre. As the old 122 Pfalm.
HE Lord Jehovah reigns,
And royal state maintains,
His head with awful glories crown'd;
Array'd in robes of light,
Begirt with fov'reign might,
And rays of majefty around.
2 Upheld by thy commands
The world fecurely ftands;
And fkies and stars obey thy word:
Thy throne was fix'd on high
Before the ftarry sky;
Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord.
3 In vain the noify croud,
Like billows fiei ce and loud,
Against thine empire rage and roar
In vain with angry spite
The furely nations fight,
And dah ke waves against the fhore.
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