But Chrift, my Lord, is conqu'ror still
In all the wars that devils wage.
8 My fong for ever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
And give the glory to the Lord
Due to his mercy and his pow'r.

Second Part. Ver. 20,-26. Long Metre.
Sincerity proved and rewarded.

'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.
2 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways,
I've walk'd upright before thy face;
Or if my feet did e'er depart,
'Twas never with a wicked heart.

3 What fore temptations broke my rest!
What wars and strugglings in my breast?
But through thy grace that reigns within,
I guard againft my darling fin.

4 That fin that close befets me still,
That works and ftrives against my will;
When shall thy 'Spirit's fov'reign pow'r
Destroy it, that it rise no more.
5 [With an impartial hand, the Lord
Deals out to mortals their reward:
The kind and faithful soul shall find
A God as faithful and as kind.

6 The juft and pure fhall ever fay,
Thou art more pure, more just than they :

And men that love revenge fhall know
God hath an arm of vengeance too.]

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,
Nor tremble at their mighty rage,
But meet reproach, and bear the fhame.

5 To David and his royal feed

Thy grace for ever fhall extend;

Thy love to faints in Chrift their head
Knows not a limit nor an end..

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,
Or bulwark and our fhield.

2 We fly to our eternal Rock
And find a fure defence;
His holy name our lips invoke,
And draw falvation thence.

3 When God our leader fhines in arms,
What mortal heart can bear
The thunder of his loud alarms?
The lightning of his spear?

4 He rides upon the winged wind,
And angels in array,

In millions, wait to know his mind,
And fwift as flames obey.

5 He fpeaks, and at his fierce rebuke
Whole amies are dismay'd;

His voice, his frown his angry look
Strikes all their courage dead.

6 He forms our gen'rals for the field
With all their dreadful skill;
Gives them his awful fword to wield,
And makes their hearts of steel.

7 [He arms our captains to the fight,
(Tho' there his name's forgot;
He girded Cyrus with his might,
But Cyrus knew him not.)

8 Oft has the Lord whole nations bleft
For his own churches fake:

The pow'rs that give his people rest
Shall of his care partake.J

PSALM XVIII. Second Part. Common Metre.

T

The Conqueror's Song.

O thine almighty arm we owe
The triumphs of the day;

Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,
And melt their strength away.

2 'Tis by thine aid our troops prevail,
And break united pow'rs;

Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale
The proudeft of their tow'rs.

3 How have we chas'd them thro' the field,
And trod them to the ground,
While thy falvation was our shield,
But they no shelter found!

4 In vain to idol faints they cry,
And perish in their blood;
Where is a rock fo great, fo high,
So pow'rful as our God?

5 The Rock of Ifra'l ever lives,
His name be ever bleft;

'Tis his own arm the vict❜ry gives,
And gives his people rest.

6 On kings that reign as David did,
He pours his bleffings down;
Secures their honours to their feed,
And well fupports their crown.

47

PSALM XIX. First Part. Short metre.
The book of nature and fcripture.

For a Lord's-day morning.
EHOLD the lofty sky
Declares its maker God,

BE

And all his ftarry works on high

Proclaim his pow'r abroad.

2 The darkness and the light
Still keep their courfe the fame;

While night to day, and day to night
Divinely teach his name.
3 In ev'ry diffrent land

Their gen'ral voice is known;
They fhew the wonders of his hand,
And orders of his throne.

4 Ye British lands rejoice,
Here he reveals his word,
We are not left to nature's voice
To bid us know the Lord.
5 His ftatutes and commands
Are fet before our eyes,
He puts his gofpel in our hands,
Where our falvation lies.

6 His laws are just and pure,
His truth without deceit,

His promises for ever sure,

And his rewards are great.

7 Not honey to the taste
Affords to much delight,

Nor gold that has the furnace pafs'd
So much allures the fight.

8 While of thy works I fing,

Thy glory to proclaim,
Accept the praife, my God, my King,
In my Redeemer's name.

PSALM XIX. Second Part. Short Metre. God's word moft excellent; or, Sincerity and

watchfulness.

For a Lord's-day-morning.
EHOLD the morning fun
Begins his glorious way;