PSALM XCII.

Metre ii.

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 Ret,
No mortal Cares fhall feize my Breaft;"
O may my Heart in Tune be found
Like David's Harp of folemn Sound!

3 My Heart fhall triumph in my LORD,
And bless his Works, and blefs his Word:
Thy Works of Grace, how bright they fhine!
How deep thy Counfels! How divine!

4 Fools never raife their Thoughts fo high;
Like Brutes they live, like Brutes they die;
Like Grafs they flourish, till thy Breath
Blaft them in everlafting Death.

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But I fhall fhare a glorious Part,
When Grace hath well refin'd my Heart,
And fresh Supplies of Joy are fhed,
Like holy Oil, to cheer my Head.

6 Sin (my worst Enemy before)
Shall vex my Eyes and Eats no more:
My inward Foes fhall all be flain,
Nor Satan break my Peace again.

7 Then fhall I fee, and hear, and know
All I defir'd or wifh'd below;

And ev'ry Pow'r find fweet Employ
In that eternal World of Joy.

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ORD, 'tis a pleasant Thing to ftand
In Gardens planted by thine Hand;
Let me within thy Courts be seen

Like a young Cedar, fresh and green.

9 There grow thy Saints in Faith and Love, Bleft with thine Influence from above; Not Lebanon with all its Trees

Yields fuch a comely Sight as these.

10 The Plants of Grace fhall ever live;

(Nature decays, but Grace must thrive) Time, that doth all Things elfe impair, Still makes them flourish strong and fair. 11 Laden with Fruits of Age, they fhew The Lord is Holy, Juft, and True : None that attend his Gates fhall find A GOD unfaithful or unkind.

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PSALM XCIII. Metre i.

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ITH Glory clad, with Strength array'd,
The LORD that o'er all Nature reigns;
The World's Foundation ftrongly laid,
And the vaft Fabrick ftill fuftains.

2 How fure eftablifh'd is thy Throne !
Which fhall no Change or Period fee;
For Thou, O LORD, and Thou alone,
Art GOD from all Eternity.

3 The fwelling Floods tumultuous rife,
Aloud the angry Tempefts roar,
Lift their proud Billows to the Skies,
And foam and lafh the trembling Shore.

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The LORD, the mighty GoD, on high, Controls the fiercely raging Seas;

He fpeaks!—and Noife and Tempeft fly, The Waves fink down in gentle Peace.. 5 Thy fovereign Laws are ever fure, Eternal Holinefs is Thine;

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And, LORD, thy People fhould be pure, And in thy blest Refemblance fhine.

PSALM XCIII.

Metre ii,

THE LORD JEHOVAH reigns,
And royal State maintains,

His Head with awful Glories crown'd:
Array'd in Robes of Light,
Begirt with fovereign Might,
And Rays of Majefty around.
Upheld by thy Commands
The World fecurely ftands;

And Skies and Stars obey thy Word:
Thy Throne was fix'd on high,
Before the ftarry Sky;

Eternal is thy Kingdom, LORD.

In vain the noify Crowd,

Like Billows fierce and loud,
Against thine Empire rage and roar:
In vain with angry Spite,

The furious Nations fight,

And dash like Waves against the Shore.

Let Floods and Nations rage,

And all their Pow'rs engage;

Let fwelling Tides affault the Sky:
The Terrors of thy Frown
Shall beat their Madness down;
Thy Throne for ever ftands on high.

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Thy Grace is ever new :

There fix'd thy Church fhall ne'er remove;
Thy Saints with holy Fear

Shall in thy Courts appear,

And fing thine everlasting Love.

GOD, to whom Revenge belongs,
Proclaim thy Wrath aloud;

Let fov'reign Pow'r redrefs our Wrongs,
Let Juftice fmite 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 Ears?
Or blind, who made their Eyes?

3 He knows their impious Thoughts are vain, And they fhall feel his Pow'r;

His Wrath fhall pierce their Souls with Pain, In fome furprizing Hour.

4 But if thy Saints deferve Rebuke, Thou haft a gentler Rod;

Thy Providences and thy Book

Shall make them know their GoD.

5 Bleft is the Man thy Hands chaftife,
And to his Duty draw:

Thy Scourges make thy Children wife,
When they forget thy Law.

6 But GOD will ne'er caft off his Saints,
Nor his own Promise break;

He pardons his Inheritance,
For their REDEEMER'S Sake.

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WHO will arife and plead my Right
Against my num'rous Foes,

While Earth and Hell their Force unite,
And all my Hopes oppofe?

8 Had not the LORD, my Rock, my Help,
Suftain'd my fainting Head,
My Life had now, in Silence dwelt,
My Soul among the Dead.

9" Alas! my fliding Feet!" I cry'd;
Thy Promife was my Prop:

Thy Grace flood conftant by my Side;
Thy SPIRIT bore me up.

10 While Multitudes of mournful Thoughts Within my Bofom roll ;

Thy boundless Love forgives my Faults,.
Thy Comforts cheer my Soul.

11 Pow'rs of Iniquity may rife,

And frame pernicious Laws;
But GOD my Refuge rules the Skies,
HE will defend my Caufe.

12 Let Malice vent her Rage aloud,
Let bold Blafphemers fcoff;

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The LORD our GOD fhall judge the Proud,
And cut the Sinners off.

PSALM XCV. Metre i.

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OME, found his Praife abroad,
And Hymns of Glory fing;
JEHOVAH is the fov'reign GOD,
The univerfal KING.