PSALM LVII.
Praise for protection, grace and truth.

Y God, in whom are all the springs

Of boundless love, and grace unknowny Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,

Till the dark cloud is overblown. 2 Up to the heav'ns'i send my cry,

The Lord will my desires perform;
He fends his angels from the sky,

And saves me from the threatning storm. 3 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.
4. My heart is fix'd; my fong shall raise

Immortal honours to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to louod his praise,

My tongue, the glory of my frame.
5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigas,

And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,

When lower worlds dissolve and die. 6 Be thou exalted, O my God,

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

PSALM LVIII. As the 113th Pfalm.

Warning to magiftrates.
UDGES, who rule the world by laws,

Will ye despise the righteous cause,
When th’injur'd poor before you stands?

and power

2 O lead me to the Rock

That's high above my head, And make the covert of thy wings

My shelter and my shade. 3

Within thy presence, Lord,

For ever I'll abide;
Thou art the tow'r of my defence

The refuge where I hide; 4 Thou givest me the lot

of those that fear thy name; If endless life be their reward,

I Mall possess the fame.

PSA L M LXII. 5.-12.
No trust in the creatures : or, Faith in divine grace
M*

Y spirit looks to God alone;

My rock and refuge is his thrope; Jo all my fears, in all my straits,

My soul on his salvation waits.
2 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-sufficicot 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 increasing gold your trust,

Nor set your heart on glitt'ring duft;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,

And not believe what God has 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 fear'd and trusted too." 6 For fou'reigo pow'r reigos not alone.

Grace is a partner of the throne;
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward.

PSALM LXIII. 1, 2, 3, 3, 4. Firsi part,

Common Metre.
The morning of a Lord's day.

delay,
I hate to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints:

Without thy che 2 So pilgrims on

Beneath

Long for

* And

Thus will I lift my hands to pray,

And tune my lips to fing.

PSALM LXIII. 6,-10. Second part .

Common Metre.

Midnight thoughts recolle Eted.

*;

'T

W AS in the watches of the night,
I thought upon thy pow'r,

no in fight,

GRE

PSALM LXIII. Long Metre. Longing after God; or, The love of God better than

life.
REAT God, indulge my humble claim,

Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose thy name
Stand

all engag'd to make me blest. 2 Thou Great and Good, thou Just and Wife,

Thou art my Father and my God:
And I am thine by facred ties;

Thy fon, thy servant bought with blood. 3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands.

For thee I long, to thee I look,
As travellers in thirsty lands
Pant for the cooling water-brook,
With early feet I love t'appear
Among thy faints, and seek thy face;
Oft have I seen thy glory there,

And felt the pow'r of lov'reign grace.
5 Nor fruits nor wines that tempt our taste,

Nor all the joys our senses koow,
Could make me fo divinely blest,

Or raise my chearful pallion fo. 6 My life itself, without thy love,

No taste of pleasure could afford;
"Twould but a tiresome burden proves

1 were banish'd from the Lord. 7

Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When buly cares affict my head,
On thought of thee gives new delight:
And adds reireshment to my bed.