2 "From Zion fhall thy word proceed; 6 Through all the earth his reign fhall spread, And fierce oppofers frown in vain ; For God fhall raife his humble head, Pfalm CXI. WATTS, varied. Long Metre. [X] The Divine Perfections. PRAISE ye the Lord; to speak his praise, 2 His works, for greatness though renown'd, 3 His works are all of matchlefs fame, His truth, confirm'd through ages paft, 4 By precept, he has us enjoin'd To keep his wond'rous works in mind; How good and gracious is the Lord. 6 Who wifdom's facred prize would win, TATE. Plaim CXII. Long Metre. [ or b] TH The Character and Happiness of the liberal Man. To friends and ftrangers always free; 4 His lib'ral favours he extends, 5 Though dangers threaten him around, TATE, varied. Pfalm CXIII. Long Metre. Divine Greatnefs and Condefcenfion. [*] 5 From duft and cottages obfcure, And makes them meet for heav'nly thrones. WATTS. Pfalm CXIV. Long Metre. [or] Miracles attending Ifrael's Journey. HEN Ifrael, free'd from Pharaoh's hand, W Left the proud tyrant and his land, 3 The tribes with cheerful homage own Their King, and Judah was his throne. 2 Across the deep their journey lay, The deep divides to make them way; Jordan beheld their march, and fled With backward current to his head. The mountains fhook like trembling fheep, Like lambs, the fmaller hills did leap; Not Sinai on its bafe could ftand, Confcious of fovereign power at hand. What power could make the fea divide? Or Jordan backward roll his tide? Why did ye leap, ye little hills? And whence the fright that Sinai feels? Let ev'ry mountain, ev'ry flood 4 5 Retire, and know th' approaching God; The King of Ifrael! fee him here! Tremble thou earth, adore and fear. 6 He thunders, and all nature mourns; The rock to flowing water turns; From ftones, fpring fountains at his word, And earth and feas confefs the Lord. WATTS Pfalm CXV. Long Metre. [* or b] NOT Idolatry reproved. OT to ourselves, who are but duft; Not to ourselves is glory due; But to thy name, thou only just, Thou only gracious, wife and true! 2 Thy dreadful majefty proclaim, Nor let the heathen's haughty tongue Infult us, and, to raife our fhame, Say "where's the God you've ferv'd so long ?" 3 The God we ferve maintains his throne Above the clouds, beyond the fkies; Through all the earth his will is done, He knows our groans, and hears our cries. 4 But the vain idols they adore Are fenfelefs fhapes of ftone or wood; At beft a mafs of glittering ore, A filver faint, or golden god. 50 Ifracl, make the Lord thy hope, Thy help, thy refuge, and thy reft The Lord fhall build thy ruins up, And blefs the people and the priest. 6 The dead no more can speak thy praise, They dwell in filence, in the grave; But, whilft we live, we'll fing thy grace, And tell the world thy power to fave. ; WATTS. Plaim CXVI. Common Metre. Praife for Deliverance from Difirefs. THAT fhall I render to my God, WHA For all his kindnefs fhown? |