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PSALM LXXXVII. Second Verfion, DODDRIDGE
On the opening of a new Place of Worship.
On Earth establish his Abode ?
Avow our Temples for his own?
And fing that condescending Grace,
And call us sinful Mortals near.
Which guards our Synagogues in Peace,
To fill our Worshippers with Dread. 4 These Walls we to thy Honor raise;.
Long may they echo with thy Praife;
With choiceft Tokens of thy Grace. 5 Here let the great Redeemer reign
With all the Graces of his Train ;
To conquer Foes, and chear his Friends 6 And in the
The Divine Perfections celebrated.
M The Mercy
hall for ever fing,
231 2 O say, what Strength shall vie with thine ?
What Name, among the Seats divine,
Thy Sov’reignty, great God, contest?
Thee Might unbounded, thee alone,
And Faith unfully'á vefts thee round. 4 The Heav'n above, and Earth below,
Thee, Lord, their great Possessor know;
And all that Nature's Bounds inclose. 5 From thee amid th' aerial Space
The North and South assume their Place; 'Tis thine th’ Ocean's Rage to guide,
And calm at Will its swelling Tide.
Awakes the feftal Shout to hear;
Thy fav’ring Beams around them spread. 7 How shall they joy from Day to Day,
Thy boundless Mercy to display,
With holy Confidence record.
whole Race aloud proclaim,
them shall ever dwell; To Ages yet unborn, my Tongue
Thy never-failing Truth shall tell. 2 For such stupendous. Truth and Love,
Both Heav'n and Earth just Praises owe;
3. What Seraph of Celestial Birth,
To vie with Ijrael's God shall dare?
With our Almighty Lord compare ? 4
Lord God of Armies, who can boast
As that which does thy Throne furround? 5.
In thee the fov'reign Right remains
Their Maker and Preserver own.
Yet, Lord, thou dost with Justice reign ;.
Thou Truth and Mercy dost maintain. 7 Happy, thrice happy they, who hear
Thy sacred Trumpet's joyful Sound;
"0With thy most glorious Presence crown'a. PSALM LXXXIX. Third Version. First Part. WATT
The Covenant made with Chrift. I NOR ever shall my Song record Mercy and Truth for ever itand:
Like Heav'n establish'd by his Hand.2 Thus to his Son he sware, and said,
“ With thee my Cov'nant first is made ; " In thee shall dying Sinners live,
Glory and Grace are thine to give. 3 “ Be thou my Prophet, thou my Priest ;
Thy Servants shall be ever bleft; “ Thou art my chosen King; thy Throne
« Shall stand unshaken as my own. 4
“ There's none of all my Sons above
F Lord :
5 “ David my Servant, whom I chose
“ To guard my Flock, to crush my Foes,
Jesus her Saviour and her King:
PSALM LXXXIX. Third Version. Second Part.
Mortality and Hope.
How frail our Life.! how short the Date !
Safe from Disease, secure from Death? 2 Lord, while we see whole Nations die,
Our Flesh and Sense repine and cry
" Or haft thou made Mankind in vain ?" 3 Where is thy Promise to the Juft?
Are not thy Servants turn'd to Duft?
And sees them all in Glory rise.
Wipes the Reproach of Saints away,
PSALM LXXXIX. Fourth Version First Part. WATTS.
The Faithfulness of God.
The Mercies of the Lord,
How faithful is his Word.
Shall firm as Heav'n endure ;
Th' eternal Grace is sure.
3 How long the Race of David held
The promis'd Jewift Throne ! But there's a nobler Cov'nant feal'd
To David's greater Son. 4 His Seed for ever shall postess
A Throne above the Skies; The meanest Subject of his Grace
Shall to that Glory rise.
Are sung by Saints above ;
To thy unchanging Love.
The Majelity and Power of God.
And bow before the Lord,
And tremble at his Word.
How bright thine Årmies shine! Where is the Pow'r that vies with chee
Or Truth compar'd to thine! 3 The Northern Pole and Southern, rest
On thy supporting Hand; Darkness and Day from East to Weft
Move round at thy Commando 4 Thy Words the raging Wind controul,
And rule the boift'rous Deep; Thou mak'st the sleeping Billows roll,
The rolling Billows sleep. 5 Heav'n, Earth, and Air, and Sea are thine,
And the dark World of Hell; How can thine Arm in Terror shine
When Mortals dare rebel!
Yet wond'rous is thy Grace:
Invite us near thy Face.