4 Let floods and nations rage,
And all their pow'rs engage,
Let fwelling tides affault the sky,
The terrors of thy frown

Shall beat their madness down;
Thy throne for ever ftands on high.
5 Thy promises are true,
Thy grace is ever new;

There fix'd thy church fhall ne'er remove:
Thy faints with holy fear

Shall in thy courts appear,
And fing thine everlasting love.

Repeat the fourth stanza to complete the tune.

PSALM XCIV 1, 2, 7-14. First part.

Saints chaftifed, and finners deftroyed; or, Inftructive afflictions

God, to whom revenge belongs,
Proclaim thy wrath aloud;

Let fov'reign pow'r redrefs our wrongs,
Let juftice fmite the proud.

2 They fay," The Lord nor fees nor hears;" When will the fools be wife?

Can he be deaf, who form'd their ears?
Or blind, who made their eyes?

He knows their impious thoughts are vain,
And they fhall feel his pow'r;

His wrath fhall pierce their fouls with pain
In fome furprizing hour.

4 But if thy faints deferve rebuke,

Thou haft a gentler rod;

Thy providences and thy book

Shall make them know their God.

5 Bleft is the man thy hands chastise,
And to his duty draw;

Thy fcourges make thy children wife,
When they forget thy law.

6 But God will ne'er caft off his faints,
Nor his own promise break;

He pardons his inheritance

For their Redeemer's fake.

PSALM XCIV. 16,-23. Second Part.

God our fupport and comfort; or, Deliverance from temptation and perfecution.

WHO will arife and plead my right

WHO
Against my num'rous foes,

While earth and hell their force unite,
And all my hopes oppose?

2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help,
Suftain'd my fainting head,

3

My life had now in filence dwelt,
My foul amongst the dead.

"Alas! my fliding feet!" I cry'd,
Thy promife was my prop;

Thy grace ftood conftant by my fide,
Thy Spirit bore me up.

4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts
Within my bofom 10ll,

Thy boundless love forgives my faults,
Thy comforts chear my foul.

Pow'rs of iniquity may rife,

And frame pernicious laws;

But God, my refuge, rules the skies,
Ele will defend my caufe.

6 Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blafphemers fcoff;

I

The Lord our God fhall judge the proud,
And cut the finners off.

PSALM XCV. Common Metre.

SING

A pfalm before prayer.

WING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his ftrength rejoice;

When his falvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.

2 With thanks approach his awful fight,
And pfalms of honour fing;
The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's king.

3 Let princes hear, let angels know,
How mean their natures seem,
Thofe gods on high, and gods below,
When once compar'd with him.

4 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep,
Lies in his fpacious hand;

He fix'd the feas what bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.

5 Come, and with humble fouls adore,
Come, kneel before his face;

O may the creatures of his pow'r
Be children of his grace!

6 Now is the time; he bends his ear,
And waits for your request;

Come, left he rouze his wrath, and fwear, * Ye fhall not see my reft."

PSALM XCV. Short Metre.
A pfalm before fermon.

OME, found his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory fing:

Jehovah is the fovereign God,
The univerfal king.

2 He form'd the deeps unknown;
He gave the feas their bound;
The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And all the folid ground.

3 Come, worship at his throne, Come, bow before the Lord: We are his works, and not our own, He form'd us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
5 But if your ears refuse

The language of his grace,
And hearts grow hard like stubborn Jews,
That unbelieving race.

6 The Lord in veng'ance dreft

Will lift his hand, and fwear,

"You that defpife my promis'd reft, "Shall have no portion there.

PSALM XCV. 1, 2, 3, 6-11. Long Metre, Canaan left through unbelief; or, A warning to de

CON

laying Sinners.

OME, let our voices join to raise
A facred fong of folemn praise;

God is a fov'reign king: rehearse
His honours in exalted verfe.

2 Come, let our fouls addrefs the Lord,
Who fram'd our natures with his word;
He is our fhepherd, we the sheep
His mercy chofe, his pastures keep.
3 Come let us hear his voice to day,
The counfels of his love obey;
Nor let our harden'd hearts renew
The fins and plagues that Ifrael knew
4 Ifra'l, that faw his works of grace,
Yet tempt their Maker to his face;
A faithlefs unbelieving brood,

That tir'd the patience of their God.

5 Thus faith the Lord, "How falfe they prove!
"Forget my pow'r; abuse my love;
"Since they defpise my reft, I fwear,
"Their feet fhall never enter there.

6 Look back, my foul, with holy dread,
And view thofe antient rebels dead;
Attend the offer'd grace to day,
Nor lofe the bleffing by delay.

7 Seize the kind promife, while it waits,
And march to Zion's heav'nly gates;
Believe, and take the promis'd reft:
Obey, and be for ever bleft.].

PSALM XCVI I, 10, &c. Common Metre

Chrift's first and fecond coming.

ING to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue;

His new difcover'd grace demands

A new and nobler fong,