Pfalm LXX. Common Metre. [b]
Protection against Enemies.
REAT God, attend my humble call,
Nor hear my cries in vain;
O let thy grace prevent my fall,
And fill my hope sustain.
2 When foes infulting wound my name,
And tempt my foul aftray;
Then let them hide their face with shame,
To their own plots a prey.
3 Whilft all who love thy name rejoice,
And glory in thy word,
In thy favation raife their voice,
To magnify the Lord.
4 Be thou my help in time of need,
To thee, O Lord, I pray;
In mercy haften to my aid,
Nor let thy grace delay.
Pfalm LXXI. Firft Part. C. M. _[b]
Old Age, Death, and the Resurrection,
Y God, my everlasting hope,
I live upon thy truth;
Thy hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen'd all my youth."
2 New wonders, Lord, my eyes have seen
With each revolving year;
Thou know'ft the days which yet remain,
I trust them to thy care.
3 Wilt thou forfake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart?
Who fhall fuftain my finking years,
If God my strength depart?
4 Down to the silent vale of death
Will be my next remove;
O may thefe poor remains of breath
Declare thy wond'rous love.
5 Let me thy power and truth proclaim
To the furviving age;
And leave a favour of thy name
When I fhall quit the stage.
6 By long experience I have known
Thy fovereign power to fave;
At thy command I venture down
Securely to the grave.
7 When I am buried in the duft,
My flesh fhall be thy care;
Thefe with'ring limbs with thee I trust,
To raise them strong and fair.
Pfalm LXXI. Second Part. C. M. [*]
Christ our Strength and Righteousness.
Y Saviour, my Almighty Friend,
When I begin thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace?
2 Thou art my everlasting truft,
Thy goodness I adore;
And fince I knew thy graces first,
I fpeak thy glories more.
3 My feet fhall travel all the length
Of the celeftial road,
And march with courage in thy ftrength
To fee my Father, God.
4 When I am fill'd with fhame and grief
For fome remains of fin,
Thy promifes fhall bring relief,
And give me peace within.
How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King!
My foul, redeem'd from fin and hell,
Shall thy falvation fing.
6 My tongue fhall all the day proclaim
My Saviour's dying blood;
His death has brought my foes to shame,
And made my peace with God.
Pfalm LXXII. First Part. L. M. [*]
REAT God, whose univerfal fway
All heav'n reveres, all worlds obey,
Now make the Saviour's glory known,
Extend his power, exalt his throne.
2 Thy fceptre well becomes his hands,
Angels fubmit to his commands;
His juftice fhall protect the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.
3 With power he vindicates the juft,
And treads th' oppreffor in the duft;
His righteous government fhall laft,
Till days and years and time be past.
The heathen lands that lie beneath
The fhades of overfpreading death,
Revive at his firft dawning light,
And defarts bloffom at the fight,
The faints fhall flourish in his days,
Dreft in the robes of joy and praife;
Peace, like a river, from his throne
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.
Pfalm LXXII. Second Part. L. M. [%] The Kingdom of Chrift.
TESUS fhall reign, where'er the fun
Does his fucceffive journies run;
His kingdom ftretch from shore to shore,
Till moons fhall wax and wane no more.
2 Through him fhall endless prayers be made,
And praises throng to crown his head;
His name, like fweet perfume, fhall rife
With every daily facrifice.
3 From north to fouth fhall princes meet,
To pay their homage at his feet;
And barbarous nations, at his word,
Submit and bow, and own their Lord.
4 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love, with grateful fong;
And infant voices fhall proclaim
Their early bleffings on his name.
5 Bleffings abound where'er he reigns,
The prifoner leaps to lose his chains ;
The weary find eternal reft,
And all the fons of want are bleft.
6 Where he difplays his healing power,
The fting of death is known no more;
In him the fons of Adam boaft
More bleffings than their father loft,
Let every creature rife and bring
Peculiar honours to our King;
Angels defcend with fongs again,
And earth repeat the long Amen.
Plaim LXXII. Third Part. L. M. [*]
Divine Influence compared to Rain.
S fhowers on meadows newly mown,
Our God fhall fend his Spirit down;
Eternal Source of grace divine,
What foul refreshing drops are thine!
2 Lands which beneath a burning fky
Have long been defolate and dry,
Th' effufions of his love fhall fhare,
And fudden life and verdure wear.
The dews and rains in all their store,
Watering the paftures o'er and o'er,
Are not fo copious as that grace
Which fanctifies and faves our race.
4 As in foft filence, vernal fhowers
Defcend and cheer the fainting flowers;
So in the fecrecy of love,
Falls the bleft influence from above.
That henly influence let me find,
In holy filence of the mind;
Whilft every grace maintains its bloom,
Diffufing wide its rich perfume.
6 Nor let thefe bleffings be confin'd
To me, but pour'd on all mankind;
Till all the waftes in verdure rife,
And a new Eden blefs our eyes.
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