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6 Let malice vent her rage aloud,

Let bold blafphemers scoff;
The Lord our God shall judge the proud,

And cut the singers off.

PSA L M XCV. Common Metre.

A psalm before prayer.

ING to the Lord Jehovah's name,

Sladdin his hrength 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 prioces hear, let angels know,

How mean their natures seem,
Those gods on high, and gods below,

When once compar'd with him.
4 Earth, with its caveros dark and deep,

Lies in his fpacious hand;
He fix'd the feas what bounds to keep,

And where the hills must land.
3 Come, and with humble souls 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 requeft;
Come, left he rouze his wrath, and swear,

4. Ye shall not see my rest."

PSALM XCV. Short Metre.

A psalm before formon.
I YOME, found his praise abroad,

And hymos of glory sing:
Jehovah is the fovereigo God,

The universal 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 solid 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.

your ears refuse
The language of his grace,
And hearts grow hard like ftubborn Jews,

That unbelieving race.
6 The Lord in veng’ance drest

Will lift his hand, and swear,
“ You that despise my promis'd rest,

" Shall have no portion there.

5 But if

PSALM XCV. 1, 2, 3, 6-11. Long Metre,
Cenaan loft through unbelief; or, A warning to do

laying Sinners.

OME, let our voices join to raise
A lacred song of solemo praise;

God is a fov'reign king: rehearse

His honours in exalted verse.
2 Come, let our fouls address the Lord,

Who fram'd our natures with his word;
He is our shepherd, we the sheep

His mercy chose, his pastures keep. 3 Come let us hear his voice to day,

The counsels of his love obey;
Nor let our harden'd hearts renew

The fins and plagues that Ifrael koew 4 fra'l, that saw 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 false they prove!

“ Forget my pow'r; abuse my love;
“ Since they despise my rest, I twear,

« Their feet shall never enter there.
6 Look back, my soul, with holy dread,

And view those antient rebels dead;
Attend the offer'd grace to day,

Nor lofe the blessing by delay.
7 Seize the kind promise, while it waits,.

And march to Zion's heav'nly gates;
Believe, and take the promis'd rest:
Obey, and be for ever bleft.]


PSALM XCVI 1, 10, &c. Common Metre:


first and second coming. ING to the Lord, ye distant lands,

Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue; His new discover'd

grace demands A new and nobler song,


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2 Say to the nations, Jefus reigns,

God's own almighty Son;
His power the fioking world fustains,

And grace furrounds his throne. 3 Let beav'n proclaim the joyful day,

Joy thro' the earth be seen;
Let cities shine in bright array,

And fields in chearful green. 4 Let an unusual joy surprise

The islands of the sea:
Ye mountains fink, ye vallies rise,

Prepare the Lord his way.
5 Behold he comes, he comes to blefs

The nations as their God;
To shew the world his righteousness,

And send his truth abroad.
6 But when his voice shall raise the dead,

And bid the world draw near,
How will the guilty nations dread,

To see their Judge appear?

PSALM XCVI. As the 13th Pfalm.

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The God of the Gentiles.
ET all the earth their voices raise,

To sing the choicest palm of praise,
To sing and bless Jehovah's name:
His glory let the heathens know,
His wonders to the nations show,

And all his faving works proclaim. 2 The heathens know thy glory, Lord; The wond'ring nations read thy word,

lo Britain is Jehovah known;

Our worship shall no more be paid
To gods which mortal hands have made;

Our maker is our God alone.
3 He fram'd the globe, he built the sky,
He made the shining worlds on high,

And reigos complete in glory there:
His beams are majesty and light;
His beauties how divinely bright!

His temple how divinely fair!
4 Come the great day, the glorious hour,
When earth shall feel his faving pow'r,

And barb'rous nations fear his name !
Then shall the race of mao confess
The beauty of his holiness,

And in his courts his grace proclaim.

PSALM XCVII. 1-5. First Part.

Christ reigning in heaven, and coming to Judgment, He reise him in evangelic strains:

E reigns; the Lord, the Saviour reigns ! Let the whole earth in fongs rejoice,

And diftant islands join their voice. 2 Deep are his counsels and unknown;

But grace and truth support his throne.
Tho' gloomy clouds his way surround,

Justice is their eternal ground.
3 Io robes of judgment, lo! he comes,

Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the tombs;
Before him buras devouring fire,

The mountains melt, the teas retire. 4 His enemics with fore dismay,

Fly from the fight, and thus the day;

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