But Chrift, my Lord, is conqu'ror still Second Part. Ver. 20,-26. Long Metre. 'L ORD, thou haft feen my foul fincere, Haft made thy truth and love appear; Before mine eyes I fet thy laws, And thou haft own'd my righteous cause. 3 What fore temptations broke my rest! 4 That fin that close befets me still, 6 The juft and pure fhall ever fay, And men that love revenge fhall know PSALM XVIII. Third Part. Ver. 30, 31, 34, 35, 46, &c. Long metre. 1 Rejoicing in God; or, Salvation and triumph. JUST are thy ways, and true thy word, Great Rock of my fecure abode; Who is a god beside the Lord? Or where's a refuge like our God? | 2 'Tis he that girds me with his might, Gives me his holy fword to wield; And while with fin and hell I fight, Spreads his falvation for my fhield. 3 He lives (and blessed be my Rock) The God of my falvation lives, The dark defigns of hell are broke; Sweet is the peace my Father gives. 4 Before the fcoffers of the age I will exalt my Father's name, 5 To David and his royal feed Thy grace for ever fhall extend; Thy love to faints in Chrift their head PSALM XVIII. First part. Conmon Metre. Victory and triumph over temporal enemies. I 7E love thee, Lord, and we adore, WE Now is thine arm reveal'd; Thou art our strength, our heav'nly tow'r, 2 We fly to our eternal Rock 3 When God our leader fhines in arms, 4 He rides upon the winged wind, In millions, wait to know his mind, 5 He fpeaks, and at his fierce rebuke His voice, his frown his angry look 6 He forms our gen'rals for the field 7 [He arms our captains to the fight, 8 Oft has the Lord whole nations bleft The pow'rs that give his people rest PSALM XVIII. Second Part. Common Metre. T The Conqueror's Song. O thine almighty arm we owe Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe, 2 'Tis by thine aid our troops prevail, Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale 3 How have we chas'd them thro' the field, 4 In vain to idol faints they cry, 5 The Rock of Ifra'l ever lives, 'Tis his own arm the vict❜ry gives, 6 On kings that reign as David did, 47 PSALM XIX. First Part. Short metre. For a Lord's-day morning. BE And all his ftarry works on high Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 2 The darkness and the light While night to day, and day to night Their gen'ral voice is known; 4 Ye British lands rejoice, 6 His laws are just and pure, His promises for ever sure, And his rewards are great. 7 Not honey to the taste Nor gold that has the furnace pafs'd 8 While of thy works I fing, Thy glory to proclaim, PSALM XIX. Second Part. Short Metre. God's word moft excellent; or, Sincerity and watchfulness. For a Lord's-day-morning. |