8 O Lord, our heav'nly King,

Thy name is all divine:

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heav'ns they fhine.]

PSALM VIII. Common Metre.

Chrift's condefcenfion, and glorification: or, God made man.

LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great,

Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heav'nly state
Let men and babes proclaim.

2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And ftars that well adorn the fky,
Thofe moving worlds of light.

3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells fo far below,

That thou fhould'ft vifit him with grace,

And love his nature fo:

4 That thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,

Made lower than his angels are,
To fave a dying worm.

[Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown,

And men would not adore, Th' obedient feas and fishes own his Godhead and his pow'r.

6 The waves lay fpread beneath his feet;
And fish at his command,

Bring their large fhoals to Peter's net,
Bring tribute to his hand.

7 Thefe leffer glories of the Son,
Shone thro' the fleshly cloud;
Now we behold him on his throne,
And men confefs him God.]

8 Let him be crown'd with majesty,
Who bow'd his head to death;
And be his honours founded high,
By all things that have breath.

9 Jefus, our Lord, how wond'rous great
Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heav'nly state,
Let the whole earth proclaim.

PSALM VIII. Ver. 1, 2, Paraphrafed.
First part. Long Metre.

The hofanna of the children: or, Infants praifing

A

God.

LMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,

Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread,

And thine eternal glories rife,

O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made.

2 To thee the voices of the young
A monument of honour raise;
And babes with uninftructed tongue
Declare the wonders of thy praife.
3 Thy pow'r affifts their tender age
To bring proud rebels to the ground,
To fill the bold blafphemer's rage,
And all their policies confound.
4 Children amidst thy temple throng
To fee their great Redeemer's face;
The Son of David is their fong,
And young hofanna's fill the place.

B

5 The frowning scribes and angry priests In vain their impious cavils bring: Revenge fits filent in their breafts,

While Jewish babes proclaim their King.

PSALM VIII. Ver. 3, &c. Paraphrafed.
Second part. Long Metre.

Adam and Chrift, lords of the old and new creation.

ORD, what was man, when made at first,

'L Adam, the offspring of the duft,

That thou should'st set him and his race
But juft below an angel's place!

2 That thou should'st raise his nature so,
And make him lord of all below,
Make ev'ry beaft and bird fubmit,
And lay the fishes at his feet?
3 But O what brighter glories wait
To crown the fecond Adam's state?
What honours fhall thy Son adorn,
Who condefcended to be born?

4 See him below his angels made;
See him in duft among the dead,
To fave a ruin'd world from fin:
But he shall reign with pow'r divine.
5 The world to come redeem'd from all
The mis'ries that attend the fall,
New made, and glorious, shall submit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.

PSALM IX. First part.

Wrath and mercy from the judgment feat. 71TH my whole heart I'll raife my fong, Thy wonders I'll proclaim,

WITH

Thou fov'reign judge of right and wrong

Wilt put my foes to shame.
fing thy majefty and grace;
My God prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteoufnefs,
And make his vengeance known.
Then fhall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor opprest;
Tofave the people of his love,
And give the weary rest.

The men that know thy name will truft
In thy abundant grace:

For thou haft ne'er forfook the juft,
Who humbly feek thy face.

Sing praifes to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill,
Who executes his threat'ning word,
And doth his grace fulfil.

PSALM IX. Ver. 12. Second part. The wifiom and equity of providence. 7HEN the great Judge fupreme and just, Shall once enquire for blood,

WH

The humble fouls that mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.

He from the dreadful gates of death
Does his own children raife:
In Zion's gates with chearful breath
They fing their Father's praile.
His foes fhall fall with heedlefs feet
Into the pit they made;

And finners perish in the net

That their own hands have spread.

4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God,
Are thy deep counfels known;
When men of mischief are destroy'd,
The fnare must be their own.

PAUSE.

5 The wicked fhall fink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Against thy known commands.

6 Tho' faints to fore diftrefs are brought,
And wait and long complain,
Their cries fhall not be ftill forgot,
Nor fhall their hopes be vain.
7 [Rife, great Redeemer, from thy feat,
To judge and fave the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.

8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,
Make them confefs that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.

Prayer heard, and faints faved: or, Pride, athe and oppreffion punished.

For a humiliation day.

WHY doth the Lord ftand off so far?

And why conceal his face,

When great calamities appear,

And times of deep diftrefs?

2 Lord, fhall the wicked still deride Thy justice and thy pow'r?