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4. We are his people, we his care,

Our souls, and all our mortal frame ::
Whac lasting honours (hall we rear,

Almighty Maker, to thy name? 5 We'll croud thy gates with thankful fongs,

High as the heav’ds our voices raise;
And earth with her ten thousand tongues

Shall fill thy courts with founding praise. 6 Wide as the world is thy command,

Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

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PSALM CI. Long Metre.

The magistrates pfalm.
Ercy and judgment are my long;

And since they both to thee belongs
My gracious God, my righteous king,

To thee my songs and vows I bring. 2 If I am raisid to bear the sword,

I'll take my counfels from thy word;
Thy justice 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 reside;
No wicked thing shall dwell with me,

Which may provoke thy jealousy. 4 No sons of lander, rage and frife,

Shall be companions of my life;
The haughty look, the heart of pride

Within my doors shall ne'er abide. 5 [I'll fearch the land, and raise the ju

To ports of honour, wealth ada raha

The men that work thy holy will

Shall be my friends and fav'rites still.] 6 In vain shall fingers hope to rise

By flatt'ring or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,

The bold offender shan't be spar'd.
7 The impious crew (that factious band)

Shall hide their heads or quit the land;
And all that break the public rest,
Where I have pow'r shall be suppreft.

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PSALM CI. Common Metre.
A Psalm for a master of a family,
F justice and of grace I sing,

pay my God my vows;
Thy grace and justice, heav'nly king,

Teach me to rule my house.
2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,

And make thy servant wife;
I'll suffer nothing near me there

That shall.offend thine eyes.
2 The man that doth bis neighbour wrong

By falfhood or by force,
The scornful eye, the fland'rous tongue,

I'll thrust them from my doors.
4 I'll seek the faithful and the juft,

And will their help enjoy;
These are the friends that I shall trust,

The servants l'll employ.
5 T wretch, that deals in fly deceit,

M'il not endure a night;
The liar's tongue I ever hate,

And banish from my sight.

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6 I'll purge my family around,

And make the wicked flee; So shall my house be ever found

A dwelling fit for thee.

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PSALM CII. 1,--13, 20, 21. Firft Part.

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 wasted like the smoke

Diffolving in the air;
My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,

And sinking in despair.
3 My fpirits flag, like withering grafs

Burnt with excessive heat:
In secret groans my minutes pass

And I forget to eat.
4 As on some lonely building's top

The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope

I sit and grieve alone.
5 My soul is like a wilderness,

Where beasts of midnight howl;
There the sad raven finds her place,

And there the screaming owl.
6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears

Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my cars,

Nor give my spirit reft.
7 My cup is mingled with my woes,

And tears are my repast;


My daily bread like ashes grows

Unpleasant to my taste.
3 Sense can afford no real joy

To fouls that feel thy frown;
Lord, 'twas thy hand advanc'd me high,

Thy hand hath cast me down.
My looks like wither'd leaves appear;

And life's declining light
Grows faint as ev’ning shadows are,

That vanish into night.
10 But thou for ever art the same,

O my eternal God;
Ages to come shall know thy dame,

And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arife, and shew thy face,

Nor will my Lord delay
Beyond th' appointed hour of grace,

That long expected day.
12 He hears his faints, he knows their cry,

And by mysterious ways
Redeems the pris'ners doom'd to die,

And fills their tongues with praise.


PSALM CII. 13-21. Second Part.

Prayer heard, and Zion restored.
ET Zion and her fons rejoice,

Behold the promis'd hour:
Her God hath heard her mourning voice,

And comes t'exalt his pow'r.
2 Her dust and ruins that remaia

Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,

And all that duft Mall rise.

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3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,

And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before his name,

And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sov'reign on his throne,

With pity in his eyes;
He hears the dying pris'ners groan,

And sees their sighs arise.
5 He frees the souls condemn’d to death,

And when his faints complain,
It shan't be faid, " That praying breath

“ Was ever spent in vain.”
6 This shall be known when we are dead,

And left on long record,
That ages yet unborn may read,

And trust, and praise the Lord.

PSALM CII, 233-28Third Part.

It's the Lord our Saviour's hand

Man's mortality, and Christ's eternity; or, Saints

dit, but Christ and the church live. T is the Lord our Saviour's hand

Weakens our strength amidst the race; Difeafe and death at his command

Arrest us, and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,

Nor let our fun go down at noon;
Thy. years are one eternal day,

And must thy children die fo loon? 3

Yet in the midst of death and grief,
This thought our forrow shall affuage;
“ Our Father and our Saviour live:
+ Christ is the same thro' ev'ry age.

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