4 When I advanc'd with fongs of praife,
My folemn vows to pay;
Amidit the joyful facred throng,
Which kept the feital day.

5 Why reftlefs, why cat down, my foul?
Truft God, and he'll employ

His aid for thee; and change thy fighs
To hymns of facred joy.

6 Why reftlefs, why caft down, my foul?
Hope ftill, and thou shalt fing

The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

TATE.

Pfalm XLIII. Long Metre. [ or b]

Complaint and Hope.

OD of our strength, to thee we cry,
O let us not forgotten lie;

GOD

Opprefs'd with forrows and with care,
To thy protection we repair.

2 O let thy light attend our way,
Thy truth afford its steady ray;
To Zion's hill direct our feet,
To worship at thy facred feat.

3 Thy praife, O God, fhall tune the lyre,
Thy love our joyful fong infpire;
To thee, our cordial thanks be paid,
Our fure defence, our conftant aid.
4 Why then dejected and diflreft?

And whence the grief that fills our breast?
In God we'll hope, and to him raife

A monument of endlefs praife.

Altered from MERRICK,

Palm XLIV. Common Metre. [*orb]

In Time of War.

LORD, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,

Thy wonders in their days perform'd,
And in more ancient years.

2 'Twas not their courage, nor their sword
To them falvation gave;

'Twas not their number, nor their ftrength
That did their country fave.

3 But thy right hand, thy powerful arm,
Whofe fuccour they implor'd;
Thy providence protected them,
Who thy great name ador❜d.

4 As thee, their God, our fathers own'd,
So thou art ftill our King;

5

O therefore, as thou didft to them,
To us deliverance bring.

We will not truft our fword nor bow,
When we in war engage;

But thee, who canft fubdue our foe,
And calm their haughty rage.

6 To thee, the glory we'll afcribe,
From whom falvation came;
In God our fhield we will rejoice,
And ever blefs thy name.

TATE, varied.

Pfalm XLV. First Part. L. M. [*]

NOW

The Glory of Chrift and the Power of his Gospel. OW be my heart infpir'd to fing The glories of my Saviour King; My tongue fhall all his worth proclaim, And speak the honours of his name,

5

The fields are green, and plenty fings
Refponfive o'er the hills and vales.
Thou good and wife and righteous Lord,
All move fubfervient to thy will;

Both peace and war await thy word,
And thy fublime decrees fulfil.

To thee we pay our grateful fongs,
Thy kind protection ftill implore is

O may our hearts, and lives, and tongues
Confefs thy goodness and adore.

Mrs. STEELE,

Pfalm XLVI. Six Line L. M. [or b

G

War and Peace.

OD is our refuge in diftrefs,

A prefent help when dangers press;
In him undaunted we'll confide;
Tho' earth were from her centre toft,
And mountains in the ocean loft,
Diffolv'd by every rifing tide.

2 A gentle ftream with gladness still
The city of our God fhall fill,

3

The facred feat of God most high :
God dwells in Zion, whose fair towers
Shall mock th' affaults of earthly powers,
Whilft his almighty aid is nigh.

In tumults, when the heathen rag'd,
And kingdoms war against us wag'd,

He thunder'd and difpers'd their powers i
The Lord of hosts conducts our arms,
Our tower of refuge in alarms,

Our fathers' guardian God, and ours!

Then let thy wandering heart forget
The idols of thy native state.

4 So fhall the King the more rejoice
In thee, the object of his choice;
Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
He is thy Maker and thy Lord.
5 O happy hour, when thou fhalt rife
To his fair palace in the fkies;
And all thy fons, a numerous train,
Each like a prince in glory reign.
6 Let endless honours crown his head,
Let every age his praises spread;
Whilft we with cheerful fongs approve
The condefcenfions of his love..

Pfalm XLVI. Long Metre.

Praife for National Peace.

REAT Ruler of the earth and fkies, A word of thy almighty breath Can fink the world, or bid it rife; Thy fmile is life, thy frown is death. 2 When angry nations rufh to arms, And rage and noife and tumult reign, When war refounds its dire alarms, And flaughter fpreads the crimson plain; 3 Thy fovereign eye looks calmly down, And marks their courfe, and bounds their Thy word the angry nations own, [power; And noife and war are heard no more.

4 Then peace returns with balmy wings, Reviving commerce fpreads her fails;

The fields are green, and plenty fings
Refponfive o'er the hills and vales.

5 Thou good and wife and righteous Lord, All move fubfervient to thy will;

Both peace and war await thy word,
And thy fublime decrees fulfil.

To thee we pay our grateful fongs,
Thy kind protection ftill implore

O may our hearts, and lives, and tongues
Confefs thy goodnefs and adore.

Mrs. STEELE,

falm XLVI. Six Line L. M. [or

War and Peace.

GOD is our refuge in distress,

A prefent help when dangers prefs
In him undaunted we'll confide;
Tho' earth were from her centre toft,
And mountains in the ocean loft,
Diffolv'd by every rifing tide.

2 A gentle stream with gladness still
The city of our God fhall fill,

The facred feat of God most high: God dwells in Zion, whofe fair towers Shall mock th' affaults of earthly powers, Whilft his almighty aid is nigh.

3 In tumults, when the heathen rag'd,
And kingdoms war against us wag'd,

He thunder'd and difpers'd their powers
The Lord of hosts conducts our arms,
Our tower of refuge in alarms,

Our fathers' guardian God, and ours. !