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-3 If I had e'er provok'd them first,
Or once abus'd my foe;
And lay mine honour low.
(I know thy piercing eyes,)
Nor ask my God to rise.
Their präle and pow'r control;
Deliv'rance for my soul.
PSALM 8. S. M. St. Thomas. [*]
LORD, our heav'nly King,
And o'er the heav'ns they shine,
I raise my wond'ring eyes,
Adorn the darksome skies;
And all their shining forms,-
Akin to dust and worms?
That thou should'st love him so? g Next to thine angels is he plac'd,
Ang lord of all below.
While beasts like slaves obey,
And fish that cleave the sea.
And wond'rous are thy ways:
A monument of praise.
Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread;
g And thine eternal glories rise,
O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made. - To thee the voices of the young
A monument of honour raise; e And babes, with uninstructed tongue, e Declare the wonders of thy praise.
3 Thy pow'r assists their tender age, To bring proud rebels to the ground; To still the bold blasphemer's rage,
And all their policies confound. 0 4 Children amidst thy temple throng,
To see their great Redeemer's face; -The Son of David, is their song,
And young hosannas fill the place. e 5 The frowning scribes and angry priests
In vain their impious cavils bring:
Revenge sits silent in their breasts, o While Jewish babes proclaim their King. L. M. SECOND PART. Quercy. Moreton. (*)
Ver. 3, &c. Paraphrased. Adam, and CHRIST, Lords of the old and new Creation. e 1 ORD, what was man, when made at first,
That thou should'st set him and his race
And lay the fishes at his feet?
To crown the second Adam's state! @ What honours shall thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born! e 4 See him below his angels made! p See him in dust among the dead,
To save a ruin'd world from sin!
The mis'ries that attend the fall,
PSALM 9. C. M. FIRST PART. Mear. [*]
Wrath and mercy from the Judgment Seat.
ITH my whole heart, I'll raise my song,
Thy wonders I'll proclaim; Thou sov'reign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put my foes to shame.
My God prepares his throne,
And make his vengeance known.
For all who are opprest;
And give the weary rest.
In thy abundant grace;
Who humbly seek thy face.
Who dwells on Zion's hill;
And doth his grace fulfil.
The humble souls who mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.
Does his own children raise:
They sing their Father's praise.
Into the pit they made;
That their own hands have spread.
And wait and long complain;
o 7 Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor; g Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.
PSALM 10. C. M. Walsal. [b] Prayer heard, and Saints saved from the Wicked p1
THY does the Lord stand off so far!
And why conceal his face,
And times of deep distress?
Thy justice and thy power?
And still thy saints devour?
Attend our humble cry;
When God ascends on high.
And cause thine ear to hear;
And put the world in fear.
No more despise the just;
They are but earth and dust.
Gon loves the Righteous, and abhors the Wickeder
Why do my foes insult and cry, d "Fly like a tim’rous trem'bling dove,
To distant woods or mountains fly?” e 2 If government be once destroy'd,
(That firm foundation of our peace,)
Where shall the righteous seek redress?
His eye surveys the world below:
MYvefugle is the God of love;
4 If he afflicts his saints so far,
To prove their love, and try their grace;
His very soul abhors their ways.
Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death!
General Corruption of Manners.
H Religion ioses ground;
The sons of violence prevail,
And treacheries abound.
Yet act the flatt’rer's part;
And with a double heart.
Where a vile race of men
And bears the sword in vain.
And blasphemy grows bold,
And love is waxing cold;-
Hast Thou not giv’n the sign? May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?
Through ages shall endure;
Shall find thy promise sure.
Pleading under Desertion: or, Hope in Darkness. piH
JW long, O Lord, shall I complain,