To The fword, the peftilence or fire,
Shall but fulfil their beft defire ;
From fins and forrow fet them free,
And bring thy children, Lord, to thee.
PSALM XCI. Second part. Com. metre.
Protection from Death, guard of Angels, Vi&tory and Deliverance.
YE fons of men, a feeble race,
Expos d to ev'ry fnare;
Come, make the Lord your dwelling-place,
And try, and trust his care.
2 No ill fhall enter where you dwell:
Or, if the plague come nigh,
And fweep the wicked down to hell,
"Twill raife his faints on high,
3 He'll give his angels charge to keep
Your feet in all their ways,
To watch your pillow, while you sleep,
And guard your happy days.
4 Their hands (hall bear you, left you fall
And dash against the ftones;
Are they not fervants at His call,
And fent t' attend His fons?
5 Adders and lions ye fhall tread ;*
The tempter's wiles defeat;
He who hath broke the ferpents head,
Puts him beneath your feet.
6"Becaufe on me they fet their love,
"I'll fave them (faith the Lord)
"I'll bear their joyful fouls above
Deftruction, and the sword.
"My Grace fhall anfwer, when they call;
"In trouble I'll be nigh;
"My pow'r fhall help them, when they fa
"And raise them, when they die.
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8"Thofe who on earth my name have knowÉ 'il honor them in heav'n, "There my faivation fhall be fhown, "And endless life be giv'n"
PSALM XCII. First part. Long metre.
A Palm for the Lord's day.
WEET is the work my God, my King!
To praife thy name, give thanks and fing
To fhew thy love by morning-light,
And talk of all thy truth at night!
2 Sweet is the day of facred reft;
No mortal cares thall feize my breaft;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of folemn found.
My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And blefs his works, and blefs his Word:
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counfels ! how divine!
4 Fools never raife their thoughts fo high;
Like brates they live! like brutes they die!
Like grass they flourish, 'till thy breath
Bafts them in cverlasting death!
But I fhall fhare a glor'ous part,
When grace hath well refin'd my heart,
And fresh fupplies of joy are fhed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
6 Sin (my worst enemy before)
Shall vex my eyes and cars no more;
My inward foes fhall all be flain,
Nor Satan break my peace again.
Then fhall I fee, and hear, and know
All I'defir'd, or with'd below:
And ev'ry pow'r find fweet employ
In that eternal world of joy
PSALM XCII. Second part. Long metre.
The Church is the Garden of God.
LORD, 'tis a pleafant thing to ftand
In gardens planted by thine hand:
Let me within thy courts be feen
Like a young Cedar, fresh and green.
2 There grow thy faints, in faith and love,
Bleft with thy infl'ence from above;
Not Lebanon, with all its trees,
Yields fuch a comely fight as these.
3. The plants of grace fhall ever live:
(Nature decays, but grace must thrive)
Time, which doth all things elle impair,
Still makes them flourish ftrong and fair.
4 Laden with fruits of age, they fhew
The Lord is holy juft and true ;
None, who attend His gates, fhall find
A God unfaithful, or unkind.
XCIII. Long metre.
The Eternal and Sovereign God.
EHOVAH reigns! he dwells in light;
Girded with majefty and might..
The world, created by his hands,
Still on its firft foundation ftands.
2 But, e'er this fpacious world was made,
Or had its firft foundations laid,
Thy Throne eternal ages flood ;
Thy Self, the Ever-Living God.
3 Like floods, the angry nations rife,
And aim their rage against the fkies:
Vain floods, which aim their rage fo high
At thy rebuke the billows die.
4 For ever fhall Thy Throne endure:
Thy promife ftands forever fure;'
And everlafting holiness
Becomes the dwelling of thy grace."
PSALM XCIII. 2d Metre.
This robes of ftate are Strength and Majefty
HE Lord of glory, reigns ; he reigns on high
This wide creation rofe at his command;
Built by his word, and 'stablish'd by his hand :
Long ftood his throne, e'er he began creation,
And his own Godhead is the firm foundation.
2 God is th' Eternal King : Thy foes, in vain,
Raife their rebellion to confound thy reign:
In vain the storms, 'in vain the floods arife,
And roar and tofs their waves against the skies;
Foaming at heav'n, they, rage with wild com-
But heav'n's high arches fcorn the swelling ocean.
3 Ye tempefts, rage no more! ye Hoods, be ftill
And the mad world fubmiffive to his will:"
Built on his truth, his Church muft ever stand:
Firm are his promises, and strong his hand :
See! his own fons, when they appear before him
Bow at his foot ool, and, with fear, adore him!
PSALM XCIII.
THE LORD JEHOVAH reigns,
His head with awful glories crown'd:
Array'd in robes of light;
Begirt with fov'reign might,
And rays of majefty around.
2 Upheld by thy commands
The world fecurely stands;
And fkies and ftars obey thy word ::
Thy throne was fix'd on high,
Before the ftarry sky
Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord
3 In vain the noify crow'd,
Like billows fierce and loud,
Against thine empire rage and roars
In vain, with angry spite,
The furly nations fight,
And dash, like waves, against the shore.
4 Let floods and nations rage,
And all their pow'rs engage;
Let fwelling tides affault the fky;
The terrors of thy frown
Shall beat their madness down:
Thy throne forever stands on high!
Thy promifes are true;' Thy grace is ever new:
There fix'd, Thy Church fhall ne'er remove :
Thy faints, with holy fear
Shall in thy courts appear,
And fing thine everlasting love.
PSALM XCIV. First part..
Saints chaflized, and Sinners defroyed; or, Infructive Afflictions.
THE God, to whom revenge belongs,
Proclaims his wrath aloud;
His fov'reign pow'rs redrefs our wrongs;
His juftice fmites the proud.
2 They fay," The Lord nor fees nor hears!"? When will the fools be wife?
Can he be deaf, who form'd their cars?
Or blind, who made their eyes?
3 He knows their impous thoughts are vain,
And they fhall feel his pow'r;
His wrath thall pierce their fouls with pain,
In fome surprising hour.
4 But, when thy faints deferve rebuke,
Thou haft a pentler rod;
Thy Providences, and Thy Book,"
Shall make them know their God.
5 Bleft is the man thy hands chastise,
And to his duty draw;
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