What fhall we do to make us wife,
But learn to read thy name?
6 To fear thy pow'r, to trust thy grace
Is our divineft skill;
And he's the wifest of our race
That beft obeys thy will.
PSALM CXI. Second Part.
The perfections of God.
REAT is the Lord, his works of might
Demand our nobleft fongs;
Let his affembled faints unite
Their harmony of tongues.
2 Great is the mercy of the Lord,
He gives his children food;
And ever mindful of his word,
He makes his promise good.
3 His Son, the great Redeemer, came
To feal his cov'nant fure:
Holy and rev'rend is his name,
His ways are juft and pure.
4 They that would grow divinely wife,
Muft with his fear begin;
Our fairest proof of knowlege lyes
In hating ev'ry fin.
As the 113th Pfalm.
The bleffings of the liberal man.
HAT man is bleft who ftands in awe
Of God, and loves his law:
His feed on earth fhall be renown'd; His houfe the feat of wealth, fhall be An inexhausted treasury,
And with fucceffive honours crown'd.
2 His lib'ral favours he extends,
To fome he gives, to others lends:
A gen'rous pity fills his mind:
Yet what his charity impairs,
He faves by prudence in affairs,
And thus he's juft to all mankind.
3 His hands, while they his alms beftow'd, His glory's future harvest fow'd:
The sweet remembrance of the juft,
Like a green root, revives and bears
A train of bleffings for his heirs,
When dying nature fleeps in duft.
4 Befet with threat'ning dangers round,
Unmov'd shall he maintain his ground:
His confcience holds his courage up:
The foul that's fill'd with virtue's light,
Shines brightest in affliction's night;
And fees in darknefs beams of hope.
5 Ill tidings never can furprize
His heart, that fix'd on God relies,
Tho' waves and tempefts roar around:
Safe on the rock he fits and fees
The hipwreck of his enemies,
And all their hope and glory drown'd.
6 The wicked fhall his triumph fee,
And gnash their teeth in agony,
To find their expectations croft,
They and their envy, pride and fpight,
Sink down to everlasting night,
And all their names in dai kaefs loft.]
PSALM CXII. Long Metre.
The blefings of the pious and charitable.
HRICE happy man who fears the Lord,
Loves his commands, and trufts his word;
Honour and peace his days attend,
And bleffings to his feed defcend.
2 Compaffion dwells upon his mind,
To works of mercy ftill inclin'd:
He lends the poor fome prefent aid,
Or gives them, not to be repaid.
3 When times grow dark, and tidings spread
That fill his neighbours round with dread,
His heart is arm'd against the fear,
For God with all his pow'r is there.
4 His foul well fix'd upon the Lord,
Draws heav'nly courage from his word;
Amidst the darkness light shall rife,
To chear his heart, and blefs his eyes.
5 He hath difpers'd his alms abroad,
His works are ftill before his God;
His name on earth fhall long remain,
While envious finners fret in vain.
PSALM CXII Common Metre.
Liberality rewarded,
APPY is he that fears the Lord,
And follows his commands,
Who lends the poor without reward,
Or gives with libral hands.
2 As pity dwells within his breaft
To all the fons, of need;
So God fhall anfwer his request
With bleffings on his feed.
3 No evil tidings fhall furprize
His well establish'd mind;
His foul to God, his refuge flies,
And leaves his fears behind.
4 In times of general distress
Some beams of light fhalf fhine,
To fhew the world his righteoufnefs,
And give him peace divine.
5 His works of piety and love
Remain before the Lord:
Honour on earth and joys above
Shall be his fure reward.
PSALM CXIII. Proper Tune. The majesty and condefcenfion of God.
E that delight to ferve the Lord,
The honours of his name record,
His facred name for ever blefs:
Where'er the circling fun displays
His rifing beams, or fetting rays,
Let lands and feas his pow'r confefs.
2 Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds,
Can give his vaft dominion bounds;
The heav'ns are far below his height:
Let no created greatnes dare
With our eternal God compare,
Arm'd with his upcreated might. 3 He bows his glorious head to view What the bright hofts of angels do. And bends his care to mortal things; His fovereign hand exalts the poor, He takes the needy from the door, And makes them company for kings.
When childless families defpair,
He fends the bleffing of an heir
To rescue their expiring name;
The mother with a thankful voice
Proclaims his praises and her joys:
Let ev'ry age advance his fame.
PSALM CXIII Long Metre.
God fovereign and gracious.
"E fervants of th' almighty King,
Yin ev'ry age his praifes fing;
Where'er the fun fhall rife or fet,
The nations fhall his praise repeat.
2 Above the earth, beyond the fky,
Stands his high throne of majefty;
Nor time nor place his pow'r reftrain,
Nor bound his universal reign.
3 Which of the fons of Adam dare,
Or angels with their God compare?
His glories how divinely bright,
Who dwells in uncreated light!
4 Behold his love, he ftoops to view
What faints above and angels do;
And condescends yet more to know
The mean affairs of men below.
From duft and cottages obfcure
His grace exalts the humble poor;
Gives them the honour of his fons,
And fits them for the heav'nly thrones,
6 [ A word of his creating voice
Can make the barren houfe rejoice:
Tho' Sarah's ninety years were paft,
The promis'd feed is born at laft.
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