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"I make my holy hill his throne, "And wide his kingdom spread. 4 "Afk me, my Son, and then enjoy "The utmost heathen lands:

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Thy rod of iron fhall destroy
"The rebel that withstands."

5 Be wife, ye rulers of the earth,
Obey th' anointed Lord,

Adore the king of heav'nly birth,

And tremble at his word.

6 With humble love addrefs his throne;
For if he frown, ye die;
Thofe are fecure, and thofe alone,
Who on his grace rely.

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PSALM II. Long Metre..
Chrift's death, refurrection, and afcenfion.
7HY did the Jews proclaim their rage?
The Romans why their fwords employ?
Against the Lord their pow'rs engage
His dear anointed to deftroy?

"Come, let us break his bands, they say,
"This man fhall never give us laws;"
And thus they caft his yoke away,
And nail'd the monarch to the cross.

3 But God, who high in glory reigns,
Laughs at their pride, their rage controuls
He'll vex their heart with inward: pains,
And peak in thunder to their fouls.
"I will maintain the king I made
"On Zion's everlasting hill,

"My hand fhall bring him from the dead,
And he fhall ftand your fov'reign ftill..

[His wondrous rifing from the earth Makes his eternal godhead known; The Lord declares his heavenly birth; "This day have I begot my Son. 6" Afcend, my Son, to my right hand, “There thou shalt ask, and I bestow "The utmost bounds of Heathen lands; "To thee the Northern ifles fhall bow."] 7 But nations that refift his grace Shall fall beneath his iron ftroke; His rod fhall crush his foes with case, As potters earthen work is broke.

PAUSE.

Now ye that fit on earthly thrones,
Be wife, and ferve the Lord, the Lamb,
Now to his feet fubmit your crowns,
Rejoice and tremble at his name,

9 With humble love addrefs the Son,
Left he grow angry, and ye die;

His wrath will burn to worlds unknown,
If ye provoke his jealousy.

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10 His ftorms fhall drive you quick to hell,
He is a God, and ye but duft:

Happy the fouls that know him well,
And make his grace their only truft.

PSALM III. Common Metre..

Doubts and fears fuppreft, of God our defence from fin and Satan.

MY God, how many are my fears &

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How faft my foes increase!

Confpiring my eternal death,
They break my prefent peace.

2 The lying tempter would perfuade
There's no relief in heav'n,
And all my fwelling fins appear
Too big to be forgiv'n.

3 But thou, my glory and my ftrength,
Shalt on the tempter tread,
Shalt filence all my threat'ning guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill
He bow'd a lift'ning ear;

I call'd my father, and my God,
And he fubdu'd my fear.

5 He fhed foft flumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes;

I 'woke, and wonder'd at the grace,
That guarded my repose.]

6 What tho' the hoft of death and hell
All arm'd against me flood,
Terrors no more fhall fhake my foul;
My refuge is my God.

7 Arife, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,
While I thy glory fing:

My God has broke the ferpent's teeth,
And death has loft his fting.

8. Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His arm alone can fave:

Bleffings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

PSALM III. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8. Long Metre
A Morning Pfalm.

Lord how many are my foes

In this weak state of flesh and blood!

My peace they daily discompofe,
But my defence and hope is God.
2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,
To thee I rais'd an ev'ning cry;
Thou heard'ft when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.
3 Supported by thine heav'nly aid
I laid me down, and flept fecure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Tho' I fhould wake and rise no more.
4 But God fuftain'd me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong;
He rais'd my head to fee the light,
And make his praife my morning fong.

PSALM IV. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7. Long Metre.

Hearing of Prayer, or, God our Portion, and Chrift our Hope,

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0 O GOD of

grace and righteousness, Hear and attend when I complain; Thou haft enlarg'd me in diftrefs, Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye fons of men, in vain ye try To turn my glory into shame; How long will fcoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Saviour's name? 3 Know that the Lord divides his faints From all the tribes of men befide; He hears the cry of penitents

For the dear fake of Chrift that dy'd. 4 When our obedient hands have done A thoufand works of righteoufnefs,

We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pard'ning grace. 5 Let the unthinking many say,

"Who will beftow fome earthly good?"
But, Lord, thy light and love we pray;
Our fouls defire this heav'nly food.
6 Then fhall my chearful pow'rs rejoice
At grace and favours fo divine,

Nor will I change my happy choice
For all their corn, and all their wine.

PSALM IV. 3, 4, 5, 8. Common Metre. An Evening Pfalm.

LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;

am for ever thine;

I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to fin..

2 And while I reft my weary head
From cares and bus'nefs free,
'Tis sweet converfing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.

3 I pay this ev'ning facrifice:

And when my work is done, Great God, my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone.

4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace, I'll give mine eyes to fleep;

Thy hand in fafety keeps my days,
And will my flumbers keep.

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PSALM V.

For the Lord's Day Morning.
ORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice afcending high;

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