On him astonish'd angels gaze, And shine and dazle in his blaze. 4 His darkest spot by far outvies, The brightest seraph of the skies, Angels before the Lord grow dim, Then where 's the man that equals him? 5 How wond'rous are his acts of love, He stoops to view the things above! And condescends yet more to know, The mean affairs of men below! 6 His sovreign hand exalts the just, He takes the needy from the dust, And doth the 'obscure to glory raise, Bless ye the Lord in songs of praise.

PSALM 113. Part 2. L. M.

Marriage.

1 PRAISE ye the Lord, his living breath Repairs the wastes of time and death, His spirit doth our race restore,

Or man would cease and be no more. 2 'Twas at his word the world began, He breath'd and form'd a living man, Imprest his image on his mind, And made him parent of his kind. 3 'Tis the same God of power and grace, Who yet preserves our dying race, And his almighty breath employs, To new create what death destroys. 4 A thousand links, a thousand chains, Of different species, God sustains, He holds creation link to link, Nor lets the chain of being sink. The barren smile, and saints rejoice To hear his all-creating voice,

Tho Sarah ninety years be past,
The promis'd seed is born at last.
6 With joy the mother views her son,
And tells the wonders God has done;
Faith may grow strong when sense despairs,
If nature fail, the promise bears.

7 Ye saints, adore the Father's name,
Burn in his love, and blow the flame,
Let virtuous ardor fire your love,
Praise ye the Lord, who reigns above:

PSALM 114. L. M.

Miracles attending Israel's journey. 1 WHEN Israel first from Egypt fled, And God their wondrous marches led, They left a land by tongue estrang'd, And thro the world like pilgrims rang'd. 2 Across the deep their journey lay,

The deep divides to make them way, Thy streams, O Jordan, turn'd their course, And backward ran to meet thy source. 3 Like rams the mountains skip for fear, Like frighted lambs the hills appear; Horeb and Sinai trembling stand, Conscious of sovreign power at hand. 4 What power could make the sea divide, Make Jordan backwark roll his tide? O sea, declare what ail'd the deep? Why did the mountains skip like sheep? 5 Let every mountain, every wave, Retire, and know that God can save; Let trembling earth his power adore, And dare to oppress the saints no more. 6 Behold he smites the flinty rock,

The hardest stone preceives the shock,

Nature obeys her sovreign King,
And rocks with living fountains spring.

PSALM 115. First meter.

The true God our refuge. 1 'TIS not to man that praise is due,

'Tis not to man our songs we raise, O Lord, thou wise, thou just, and true,

Thy name alone deserves our praise. 2 Thy powerful name on earth display,

Defend thy saints from every wrong, Why should insulting heathens say, "Ah, where's the God you serv'd so long!" 3 God, whom we serve, let atheists know, Has power to save, and power to kill, Ye worlds above, and worlds below, With awe profound obey his will. 4 But the dumb idols fools adore

Are senseless shapes of stone and wood;
In vain such idols fools implore,

Their gods can do their souls no good.
-5 In human form they carve them well,
And give them feet that cannot walk,
The nose was never made to smell,
Nor was the tongue design'd to talk.
6 The makers, and the gods are blind,
And none but fools in idols trust;
Their faith betrays a sordid* mind,
Who look for help from glittering dust.
7 Israel, come make the Lord thine hope,
Trust in thine helper and thy shield;
What power can with Jehovah cope,*
Or drive the thunderer from the field!
8 The heavenly world to God belongs,
But earth below to man he gave,
*To cope, to contend.
† Sordid, mean, base.

O, crown him King in all your songs,

And tell the world his power to save.
9 The dead no more can praise the Lord,
But awful silence reigns around,
Then while we live let every chord,
In sweetest notes his praise resound.

PSALM 115. Second meter, as the new 50th.
Idolatry reproved.

1 'TIS not to man, O God, thou just and true, 'Tis not to sinful man that praise is due,

Thy power and grace, thy truth and justice claim

Immortal honors to thy sovreign name,

Shine thro the clouds and show thy thundering rod,

Why should the heathen ask us "where is God?"

2 Heaven is thy throne, let rebel sinners know, What God decrees is done on earth below, His piercing eyes both heaven and earth pervade,

But fools adore the gods their hands have made, The kneeling croud with looks devout behold, Their silver saviors and their saints of gold. 3 Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears, The molten image neither sees nor hears, Fixt on his feet the lifeless idol stands, Nor stirs his feet, nor lifts his useless hands; Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints, To hanging pictures, or to standing saints. 4 Be heaven and earth amaz'd! 'Tis hard to find, Which of the twain is most profoundly blind, The wooden god, or man, who thinks it sees And trusts a savior form'd of fallen trees,

To make a god he lifts the cunning tool, But in his wisdom proves himself a fool. 5 Israel, come make the living God thine hope, No power can with the 'almighty Savior cope, Christ is thine helper, Christ thine heavenly shield,

Not death can drive the conquerer from the field;

When on the cross.he bow'd his glorious head, O'er death he triumph'd, rose, and left the dead.

6 In God we trust, his mercy saints implore,
He will increase his saints yet more and more;
We'll bless his name while death our race de-
VOUTS,

For God is good, to bless both us and ours;
Let small and great unite with one accord,
And join the 'eternal song, praise ye the Lord.
PSALM 116. Part 1. C. M.

Recovery from sickness.

1 I LOVE the Lord, he hear'd my cries,
And pitied every groan,
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.

2 His hand unloos'd the painful bond
In which I sorrowing lay;

O, may my soul no more despond,
While I have breath to pray.

3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead,

While inward pangs and fears of hell,
Perplext my wakeful head.

4 I thus invok❜d my Savior's name,
« Make haste, O Lord, to save,”