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

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

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

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

The praife of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal fpring.

TATE.

Pfalm XLIII. Long Metre. [* or b]

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Complaint and Hope.

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

Opprefs'd with forrows and with care,
To thy protection we repair.
O let thy light attend our way,
Thy truth afford its fteady 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 diftreft ?

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

A monument of endless praife.

Altered from MERRICK.

Pfalm XLIV. Common Metre. [or b]

In Time of War.

LORD, our fathers oft have told,

O 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 strength 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 till our King;

5

O therefore, as thou didit 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.

Platm XLV. Firft Part. L. M. [*]

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The Glory of Chrift and the Power of his Gofpel.
TOW 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.

2 O'er all the fons of human race
He fhines with a superior grace;
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And bleflings all his ftate compofe.
3 Drefs thee in arms, moft mighty Lord,"
Gird on thy fharp victorious fword;
In majefty and glory ride,

With truth and meeknefs at thy fide.
4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
Shall pierce thy foes of stubborn heart;
Or words of mercy, kind and fweet,
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
5 Thy throne, O God,* forever ftands,
Grace is the fceptre of thy hands;
Thy laws and works are juft and right,
Justice and grace are thy delight.
6 Thy Father, God, hath richly shed
His oil of gladnefs on thy head;
And with his facred Spirit bleft
His first born Son above the reft.
* See Hebrews, i. 8.

WATTS.

fatm XLV. Second Part. L. M. [*]

Chrift and bis Church.

HE King of Saints! how fair his face!
Adorn'd with majesty and grace!

THE

He comes with bleflings from above,

And wins the nations to his love.

2 At his right hand our eyes behold
The church array'd in pureft gold;
The world admires her heavenly drefs,
Her robes of joy and righteoutness.
3 He forms her graces like his own,
He calls and feats her near his thrones

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 praifes fpread;
Whilft we with cheerful fongs approve
The condefcenfions of his love.

WATTS.

Pfalm XLVI. Long Metre.

Praife for National Peace.

REAT Ruler of the earth and fkies,

GREAT of earth

;

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 noise and war are heard no more.

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

3

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.

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

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

Mrs. STEELE.

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

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War and Peace.

OD is our refuge in diftrefs,

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

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

The facred feat of God moft high:
God dwells in Zion, whofe 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:
The Lord of hofts conducts our arms,
Our tower of refuge in alarms,

Qur fathers' guardian God, and ours,