Praise ye the Lord; let all above

And all below his wonders tell.

5 Mine heart is fixt, my song shall raise Immortal honors to his name;

Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,
My tongue, the wonder of my frame.
6 High o'er the heavens Jehovah reigns,
His truth pervades unmeasur'd space,
On rebel men his mercy deigns

To shower the riches of his grace.
7 Exalt thy kingdom, Prince of Peace,
O'er all above and all below,
Now let thy church on earth increase,
To sinners thy salvation show.

PSALM 58. As the 113.

The remonstrance.

1 YE nations hear, ye tyrants pause,
No longer spurn the righteous cause,
Lest judgments overwhelm the lands;
Will you the poor
and weak revile,

Or view oppressors with a smile,

And weigh their cause with partial hands?

2 Do you despise the God on high,

Who hears the captive's humble sigh, And his unfeeling master sees? Will you the rights of man invade, And not forbid the shameful trade,* Made lawful by your bold decrees? 3 The God of justice knows your way, As soon as born the wicked stray,

And turn aside to theft and lies; Lord, shall the men by power made strong, For ever triumph in the wrong,

Yet 'scape thy lightning as it flies?

This Psalm was composed before the year 1810.

4 A secret poison works within,
The serpent makes the venom thin,
And tyrants drive the world to arms;
So the deaf adder stops hér ears,
Nor counsel nor instruction hears,

But disregards the power of charms! 5 Break out their teeth, almighty King, Destroy the monster's deadly sting,

And save the victim from his jaws;
Let justice swift descend below,
To make the bold oppressors know
That Jesus gives the nations laws.
6 Jehovah from the flying cloud,
Declares his dreadful name aloud,
He comes to punish daring crimes;
In every land his power is felt,
Like hills of snow the nations melt,

And dread the strange reverse of times. 7 Thus shall the Savior's conquering sword, Safety and peace to saints afford,

And all who love his name shall say, "Sure there's a God above the sky, A God, who hears his children cry, And will their sufferings well repay.”

PSALM 59. S. M.

Liars in wait dispersed.'

1 FROM foes that round us rise,
O, God of heaven, defend,
For men of blood the just despise,
And with the saints contend.

2 By vain ambition fir'd,

Our foes begin the strife;

Not for our sins have they conspir'd,
To hunt the precious life.

3 Beneath the silent shade,
Their secret plots they lay,
Our peaceful land by night invade,
And waste our fields by day.
4 And will the God of grace,
Regardless of our pain,
Permit secure an impious race,
To fill the world with slain?
5 The Lord derides their rage,
He knows their cause is wrong;
Jehovah lives from age to age,
And our defence is strong.

6 But while our God delays,
How daring are our foes!
Each like an angry mastiff bays.
And 'round the city goes.

7 Lift up thy dreadful rod,

And drive them from our land;
But lest the saints forget their God,
Destroy not all their band.

8 They speak with flattering mouth,
Their lips the saints decoy;
Disperse them, Lord, from north to south,
From east to west destroy.

9 Then shall our morning voice,
The great salvation sing,

Nations around us shall rejoice,
And make the Lord their King.

PSALM 60. C. M.

Distress of nations.

1 LORD, hast thou cast the nation off,
And must we die abhorr'd?

Must we become the 'eternal scoff
Of those who hate the Lord?

2 Hard things has God his people shown,
The wine of fear we sup;

And will the Lord his saints disown,
Will Jesus give them up?

3 Our foes the trembling land invade,
And earth astonish'd quakes;

O, heal the wounds their hands have made,
Confirm the mind that shakes.

4 Display thy banner in the field,
Take the supreme command,

O, God our strength, our heavenly shield,
Save us by thy right-hand.

5 Thus saith the Lord, "I know their pride,
I will my foes destroy,
And while their substance I divide,
The saints shall sing for joy,

6 The church is mine, for ever mine,
My word of grace is true,

My foes shall know my power divine,
When I their rage subdue."

7 Triumphing o'er triumphant foes
The Lord his word performs,
Swift as the wind behold he goes,
And dreadful as the storms.

8 Where is the foe will dare to meet,
Or war with God to wage,

He throws his shoes from off his feet,
And scorns the tyrant's rage.

9 Jesus our Savior, Christ our King,
Shall lead us to his tower,

Shall all his saints to glory bring,
By his resistless power.

10 Great is the help his arm affords,
When earthly helpers fail;

The church oppos'd by spears and swords,
Shall in his strength prevail.

PSALM 61. S. M.

Safety in God.

1 WHEN overwhelm'd with grief,
Mine heart within me dies,
Helpless and far from all relief,
To heaven I send my cries.

2 God of almighty power,

I'll in thine house abide;
Be thou my refuge, thou my tower,
My soul in safety hide.

3 0, lead me to the rock

That's high above mine head,
And be my shelter from the shock,
That fills the world with dread.
4 Beneath thy spreading wings,
I most securely trust,

God is the 'eternal King of kings,
And all my foes are dust.

5 The Lord, who heard my vow,
My lot in mercy cast;

And they, who love and serve him now,
Shall reign with God at last.

6 I join with sweet accord

The saints, who love his name;

If they have life from Christ my Lord,
I shall enjoy the same.

PSALM 62. Part 1. L. M.
Trusting in God.

THE God from whom salvation flows,
Is all the Rock my spirit knows;
And while my Rock a refuge proves,
No fear my dauntless spirit moves.