But Chrift, my Lord, is conqu’ror still

In all the wars that devils wage. 8 My song for ever shall record

That terrible, that joyful hour;
And give the glory to the Lord
Due to his mercy and his pow'r.

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PSALM XVII. Second Part. Ver. 20,-26. Long Metre.

Sincerity proved and rewarded. ORD, thou hast seen my soul sincere,

Haft made thy truth and love appear; Before minc eyes I let thy laws,

And thou hast own'd my righteous cause. 2 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways,

I've walk'd upright before thy face;
Or if my feet did e'er depart,

'Twas never with a wicked heart.
3 What sore temptations broke my rest!

What wars and strugglings in my breast?
But through thy grace that reigns within,

I guard agaioft my darling fin.
4 That sin that close befets me still,

That works and Irives agaiost my will;
When shall thy 'Spirit's sov'reigo pow'r

Destroy it, that it rise no more.
5 [With an in partial hand, the Lord

Deals out to mortals their reward :
The kind and faithful soul fall find

A God as faithful and as kind,
6 The just and pure shall ever say,

Thou art more pure, more just than they :

And men that love revenge shall know
God hath an arm of vengeance too.]

PSALM XVIII. Third Part. Ver. 30, 31,

34, 35, 46, &c. Long metre.
Rejoicing in God; or, Salvation and triumph.
UST are thy ways, and true thy word,

Great Rock of my secure abode;
Who is a god beside the Lord?

Or where's a refuge like our God?!
2 'Tis he that girds me with his might,

Gives me his hoiy sword to wield;
And while with sin and hell I fight,
Spreads his talvation for my shield.
3 He lives (and blessed be my Rock)

The God of my salvation lives,
The dark designs of hell are broke;

Sweet is the peace my Father gives. 4 Before the scoffers of the age

I will exalt my Father's name,
Nor tremble at their mighty rage,

But meet reproach, and bear the shame. 5 To David and his royal feed

Thy grace for ever shall extend;
Thy love to faints in Christ their head.
Knows not a limit nor an end..

PSALM XVIII. First part. Common Metre.

Vietory and triumph over temporal enemies. 1 TE love thee, Lord, and we adore,

Now is thine arm reveal'd;
Thou art our strength, our heav'nly tow'r,

Or bulwark and our shield.

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2 We fly to our eternal Rock

And find a sure defence;
His holy name our lips invoke,

And draw salvation thence.
3
When God our leader shines in arms,

What mortal heart can bear
The thunder of his loud alarms?

The lightning of his spear?
4 He rides upon the winged wind,

And angels in array,
In millions, wait to know his mind,

And swift as flames obey
5 He speaks, and at his fierce rebuke

Whole ai mies are dilmay'd;
His voice, his frown his angry look

Strikes all their courage dead.
6 He forms our gen'rals for the field

With all their dreadful skill;
Gives them his awful sword to wield,

And makes their hearts of steel. 7 [He arms our captains to the fight,

(Tho' there his name's forgot ; He çirded Cyrus with his might,

But Cyrus knew him not.)
8 Oft has the Lord whole nations blest

For his own churches fake:
The pow'rs that give his people rest

Shall of his care partake.]

PSALM XVIII. Second Part. Common Metre,

The Conqueror's Song.
O thine almighty arm we owe

The

of

Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,

And melt their strength away.
2. 'Tis by thine aid our troops prevail,

And break united pow'rs;
Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale

The proudest of their tow'rs.
3 How have we chas'd them thro' the field,

And trod them to the ground, While thy falvation was our fhield,

But they no shelter found! 4 In vain to idol faints they cry,

And perish in their blood; Where is a rock so great, so high,

So pow'rful as our God? s The Rock of Isra'l ever lives,

His name be ever blest; 'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives,

And gives his people rest. 6 On kings that reign as David did,

He pours his blessings down; Secures their honours to their feed,

And well supports their crown.

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PSALM XIX. First Part. Short metre.

The book of nature and scripture.

For a Lord's-day morning.
EHOLD the lofty sky

Declares its maker God,
And all bis ftarry works on high

Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 2 The darknels and the light

Still keep their course the fame;

While night to day, and day to night

Divinely teach his name.
3 Io ev'ry diff'rent land

Their geo'ral voice is known;
They shew the wonders of his hand,

And orders of his throne.
4 Ye British lands rejoice,

Here he reveals his word,
We are not left to nature's voice

To bid us know the Lord.
5 His statutes and commands

Are set before our eyes,
He puts his gospel in our hands,

Where our salvation lies.
6 His laws are just and pure,

His truth without deceit,
His promises for ever sure,

And his rewards are great.
7 Not honey to the taste

Affords so much delight,
Nor gold that has the furnace pass’d

So much allures the fight.
8 While of thy works I fing,

· Thy glory to proclaim,
Accept the praise, my God, my King,

In my Redeemer's name.

PSALM XIX. Second Part. Short Metre.
God's word most excellent; or, Sincerity and

watchfulness.
For a Lord's-day-morning.
Ehold the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;

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