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PSALM CXII. Long Metre.
The bledings of the pious and charitable.
Hrice happy man who fears the Lord,

Loves his commands, and trusts his word;
Honour and peace his days attend,

And blessings to his feed defcend. 2 Compassion dwells upon his mind,

To works of mercy still inclin'd:
He lends the poor some present 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 soul well fix'd upon the Lord,

Drays heav'nly courage from his word;
Amidst the darkness light shall rise,

To chear his heart, and bless his eyes. + 5 He hath dispers'd his alms abroad,

His works are still before his God;
His name on earth shall long remain,
While envious sinners 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 liofral hands.
2 As pity dwells within his breast

To all the fons of need;
So God thall answer his request

With blessings crí his feed.

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3. No evil tidings Mall surprize

His well establish'd mind;
His soul to God, his refuge Aies,

And leaves his fears behind. 4 In times of general distress

Some beams of light shalf shine,
To sew the world his righteousness,

And give him peace divine. 5 His works of piety and fove

Remain before the Lord :
Honour on earth and joys above

Shall be his sure reward.



PSALM CXIII. Proper Tune.
The majesty and condescension of God.
E that delight to serve the Lord,

The honours of his name record,
His facred name for ever blefs:
Where'er the circling fun displays
His rising beams, or setting rays,

Let lands and feas his pow'r confefs. 2 Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds, Can give his vast 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 holts of angels do.

And bends his care to mortal things;
His lov’reign hand exalts the poor,
He takes the needy from the door,
And makes them company for kings.

4 Wheo childless families despair,
He sends the blessing 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.

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God fovereign and gracious.
E fervants of th' almighty King,

In ev'ry age bis praises fing;
Where'er the sun shall rise or fet,

The nations shall his praise repeat. 2 Above the earth, beyond the sky,

Staods his high throne of majesty;
Nor time nor place his pow'r reltraia,

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 stoops to view

What faints above and angels do;
And condescends yet more to know

The mean affairs of men below. 5 From duft and cottages obscure

His grace exalts the humble poor;
Gives them the honour of his tons,

And fits them for their heav'nly thrones. 6 [ A word of his creating voice

Can mậke the barren house rejoice:
Tho' Sarah's ninety years were paft,
The promis'd feed is born at last.

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7 With joy the mother views her son,

And tells the wonders God has done :
Faith may grow strong when sense despairs;
If nature fails, the promise bears.]


Miracles attending Israel's journey.



THEN Ifra'l, freed from Pharaoh's hand,

V Left the proud tyrant and his land,
The tribes with chearful homage owa

Their King, and Judah was his throne. 2 A-cross the deep their journey lay;

The deep divides to make them way;
Jordan beheld their march, and fled

With backward current to his head.
3 The mountains shook like frighted sheep,

Like lambs the little hillocks leap;
Not Siuai on her base could stand,
Conscious of fov'reign pow'r at hand.
What pow'r could make the deep divide?
Make Jordan backward roll his tide?
Why did ye leap, ye little hills?

And whence the fright that Sinai feels? 5

Let ev'ry mountain, ev'ry food
Retire and know th' approaching God,
The King of Isra’l: fee bim here;

Tremble thou earth, adore, and fear. 6 He thunders, and all nature mourns,

The rock to standing pools he turns;
Fliats spring with fountains at his word,
And fires and feas confess the Lord.




PSALM CXV. First Metre. The true God our Refuge; or, Idolatry reprov'd. 1 TOT to ourselves who are but duft'

Not to ourselves is glory due,
Eternal God, thou only just,

Thou only gracious, wife and true. 2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful name;

Why should a Heathen's baughty tongue
Insult us, and to raise our shame,

Say, “ Where's the God you've ferv'd so long!" 3 The God we serve maintains his throne

Above the clouds, beyond the fkies,
Thro' all the earth his willis done,

He knows our groans, he hears our cries. 4 But the vain idols they adore

Are senseless shapes of stone and wood;
At best a mass of glittring ore,

A filver saiot, or golden god. 5 [With eyes and ears, they carve their head;

Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind;
In vaid are costly off'rings made,

And vows are scattered in the wind.
6 Their feet were never made to move,

Nor hands to save when mortals pay;
Mortals that pay them fear or love,

Seem to be blind and deaf as they.] 7 0 Ifra'l, make the Lord thy hope,

Thy help, thy refuge and thy reft;
The Lord shall build thy ruins up,

And bless the people and the priest.
8 The dead no more cao speak thy praise,

They dwell in filence and the grave;

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