5 High o'er the earth, his mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky:
His truth to endlefs years remains,
When lower worlds diffolve and die.

6 Be thou exalted, O my God,

Above the heav'ns where angels dwell: Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell,

CLXXXI. Safety in God. Pfal.

W

1xi. I, 6.

HEN overwhelm'd with grief,
My heart within me dies ;

Helpless and far from all relief,
To heav'n I lift my eyes.

2 O lead me to the rock

That's high above my head; And make the covert of thy wings My fhelter and my shade.

3 Within thy prefence Lord, For ever I'll abide ;

Thou art the tow'r of my defence,

The refuge where I hide.

4

Thou giveft me the lot

Of thofe that fear thy name;

If endless life be their reward,
I fhall poffefs the fame.

CLXXXII

CLXXXII.

God the only Object

of Faith. Pfalm lxii. 5, 12.

Y Spirit looks to God alone;

'MY

My rock and refuge is his throne
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My foul on his falvation waits.

z Truft him, ye faints, in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before his face :
When helpers fail and foes invade,
God is our all-fufficient aid,

3

False are the men of high degree; .
The bafer fort are vanity:

Laid in the balance, both appear,.
Light as a puff of empty air..

4 Make not increafing gold your truft ; :
Nor fet your hearts on glitt'ring duft:
Why will ye grafp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God hath spoke?

5 Once has his awful voice declar'd ;
Once and again, my ears have heard,
"All pow'r is his eternal due;

"He must be lov'd and trufted too."

6 For fov'reign pow'r reigns not alone;
Grace is the partner of his throne;
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward,

P 3

CLXXXIII.

1

CLXXXIII.

Grace tried by

Afflictions. Pfalm lxvi. (First

Part.)

'SING

ING all ye nations, to the Lord,
Sing with a joyful noife

With melody of found record
His honours and your joys.

2 fay to the pow'r that shakes the sky,
"How terrible art thou!
"Sinners before thy prefence fly,
"Or at thy feet they bow."

[3 Come, fee the wonders of our God;
How glorious are his ways!

In Mofes' hand he puts his rod,
And cleaves the frighted feas.

4

He made the ebbing channel dry,
While Ifrael pafs'd the flood;

There did the church begin their joy,
And triumph in their God.

5

He rules by his refiftlefs might:
Will rebel-mortals dare

Provoke th' Eternal to the fight,
Or tempt that dreadful war?]

6 O blefs our God, and never cease;
Ye faints, fulfil his praife:

He

He keeps our life, maintains our peace,
And guides our doubtful ways.

7 Lord, thou haft prov'd our fuff'ring fouls,
To make our graces shine :

So filver bears the burning coals,

The metal to refine.

8 Thro' watry deeps, and fiery ways,
We march at thy command:
Led to poffefs the promis'd place
By thy unerring hand.

13, 20.

NOW

Pfalm lxvi.

OW fhall my folemn vows be paid
To that almighty pow'r

That heard the long requests I made,
In my diftrefsful hour.

2 My lips, and chearful heart, prepare
To make his mercies known :

Come ye that fear my God, and hear
The wonders he hath done.

3 When on my head huge forrows fell,
I fought his heav'nly aid :

He fav'd my finking foul from hell,

And death's eternal fhade.

4 If

4

If fin lay cover'd in my heart, While pray'r employ'd my tongue; The Lord had shewn me no regard, Nor I his praifes fung.

5 But God (his name be ever bleft) Has fet my spirit free; .

Nor turn'd from him my poor request

Nor turn'd his heart from me.

CXXXV. God our Portion here

and hereafter.

Pfalm 1xxiii.

23, 28.

GOD

1 OD my fupporter and my hope, My help for ever near;

Thy arm

of mercy held me up,

When finking in despair.

2 Thy counfels, Lord, fhall guide my feet

Thro' this dark wilderness:

Thy hand conduct me near thy feat,

3

To dwell before thy face.

Were I in heav'n without my God,

'Twould be no joy to me;

And while this earth is my abode,

I long for none but thee.

4 What if the fprings of life were broke,
And flesh and heart fhould faint;

God