Let finters tremble at his throne,
And faints be humble there.
2 Jefus the Saviour reigns,
Let earth adore its Lord;
Bright cherubs his attendants ftand
Swift to fulfil his word.

3 In Zion is his throne,

His honours are divine;

His church fhall make his wonders known, For there his glories fhine.

4 How holy is his name!

How terrible his praise!

Justice and truth, and judgment join,

In all his works of

grace.

PSALM XCIX. Second part.
A holy God worshipped with reverence.
Xalt the Lord our God,

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And worship at his feet:

His nature is all holinefs,

And mercy is his feat.

2 When Ifra'l was his church, When Aaron was his priest, When Mofes cry'd, when Samuel pray'd, He gave his people reft.

3 Oft he forgave their fins,

Nor would deftroy their race;

And oft he made his veng'ance known
When they abus'd his grace.

4

Exalt the Lord our God,
Whofe grace is ftill the fame;

Still he's a God of holiness,

And jealous for his name.

PSALM C. First Metre. A plain Translation.

I

Praise to our creator.

E nations round the earth, rejoice Before the Lord, your fov'reign king: Serve him with chearful heart and voice, With all your tongues his glory fing. 2 The Lord is God; 'tis he alone Doth life and breath, and being give: We are his work, and not our own; The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with fongs of joy, With praifes to his courts repair; And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honours there. 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind; Great is his grace, his mercy fure; And the whole race of man fhall find His truth from age to age endure.

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PSALM C. Second Metre. A paraphrase,

S

WING to the Lord with joyful voice;

Let ev'ry land his name adore;
The British ifles fhall fend the noise
Across the ocean to the fhore.

2 Nations attend before his throne
With folemn fear, with facred joy:
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy..
3 His fov'reign pow'r without our aid
Made us of clay, and form'd us mea:
And when like wand'ring sheep we ftray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.

4 We are his people, we his care,
Our fouls, and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honours fhall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?

5 We'll croud thy gates with thankful fongs, High as the heav'ns our voices raise;

And earth with her ten thousand tongues
Shall fill thy courts with founding praife.
6 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vaft as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth muft ftand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

PSALM CI. Long Metre.
The magiftrates pfalm.

Ercy and judgment are my fong;
And fince they both to thee belong,
My gracious God, my righteous king,
To thee my fongs and vows I bring.
2 If I am rais'd to bear the fword,
I'll take my counfels from thy word;
Thy juftice and thy heav'nly grace
Shall be the pattern of my ways.
3 Let wisdom all my actions guide,
And let my God with me refide;
No wicked thing fhall dwell with me,
Which may provoke thy jealousy.
4 No fons of flander, rage and ftrife,
Shall be companions of my life;
The haughty look, the heart of pride
Within my doors fhall ne'er abide.
5 [fearch the land, and raife the job-
To pofts of honour, wealth and trutel

The men that work thy holy will

Shall be my friends and fav'rites ftill.]
6 In vain fhall finners hope to rife
By flatt'ring or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,
The bold offender fhan't be fpar'd.
7 The impious crew (that factious band)
Shall hide their heads or quit the land;
And all that break the public reft,
Where I have pow'r fhall be fuppreft.

PSALM CI. Common Metre.
A Pfalm for a master of a family.
F juftice and of grace I fing,

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And pay my God my vows;
Thy grace and juftice, heav'nly king,
Teach me to rule my houfe.

2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,
And make thy fervant wife;
I'll fuffer nothing near me there
That fhall offend thine eyes.

3 The man that doth his neighbour wrong By falfhood or by force,

The scornful eye, the fland'rous tongue,
I'll thrust them from my doors.

4 I'll feek the faithful and the juft,
And will their help enjoy;

Thefe are the friends that I fhall truft,
The fervants I'll employ.

5 The wretch, that deals in fly deceit,
'il not endure a night;

The liar's tongue I ever hate,
And banish from my fight.

6 I'll purge my family around,

And make the wicked flee;
So fhall my house be ever found
A dwelling fit for thee.

PSALM CII. I,—13, 20, 21. First Part,

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A prayer of the afflicted.

EAR me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But answer, left I die:

Haft thou not built a throne of grace
To hear when finners cry?

2 My days are wafted like the fmoke
Diffolving in the air;

My ftrength is dry'd, my heart is broke,
And finking in despair.

3 My fpirits flag, like withering grafs

Burnt with exceffive heat:

In fecret groans my minutes pafs
And I forget to eat.

4 As on fome lonely building's top
The fparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope
I fit and grieve alone.

5 My foul is like a wilderness,

Where beafts of midnight howl;
There the fad raven finds her place,
And there the screaming owl.

6 Dark difmal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breaft;
While fharp reproaches wound my cars,
Nor give my spirit reft.

7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repaft;