2 To thee the voices of the young
A monument of honour raise;
And babes, with uninftructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.
3 Thy pow'r affifts their tender age
To bring proud rebels to the ground;
To ftill the bold blafphemer's rage,
And all their policies confound.
4 Children amidst thy temple throng
To see their great Redeemer's face;
The Son of David is their fong,
And young hosannas fill the place.
5 The frowning scribes and angry priests
In vain their impious cavils bring;
Revenge fits filent in their breafts
While Jewish babes proclaim their king.
PSALM VIII. ver. 3, &c. Paraphrafed.
Second part. Long Metre.

Adam and Chrift, tords of the old and new creation.

L

ORD, what was man when made at first ?
Adam the offspring of the duft!

That thou fhould'ft fet him and his racc
But juft below an angel's place!

2 That thou fhould'ft raife his nature fo,,
And make him lord of all below;
Make every beaft and bird fubmit,
And lay the fishes at his feet!

3 But O! what brighter glories wait
To crown the fecond Adam's ftate !!
What honours fhall thy Son adorn,
Who condefcended to be born!

4 See him below his angels made!
See him in duft among the dead,
To fave a ruin'd world from fin:
But he shall reign with pow'r divine!
5 The world to come, redeem'd from all
The mis'ries which attend the fall,
New made, and glorious, fhall fubmit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.

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PSALM IX.

Firft Part.

Wrath and mercy from the judgment-feat.
ITH my whole heart I'll raife my fong,
Thy wonders I'll proclaim;

WITH

Thou fov'reign Judge of right and wrong
Wilt put my foes to fhame.

2 I'll fing thy majefty and grace;
My God prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteoufnefs,
And make his vengeance known.
Then fhall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor opprefs'd?

3

To fave the people of his love,

And give the weary rest.

4 The men, who know thy name, will truft
In thy abundant grace;
For thou haft ne'er forfook the just,
Who humbly fought thy face.

5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill,

Who executes his threat'ning word,
And doth his grace fulfil.

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PSALM IX. ver. 12.

Second Part.

The wisdom and equity of Providence.
HEN the great Judge, fupreme and juft,
Shall once inquire for blood

WHE

The humble fouls, who mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.

2 He from the dreadful gates of death
Does his own children raise;
In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath,
They fing their Father's praise.
His foes fhall fall, with heedlefs feet,
Into the pit they made;

3

And finners perish in the net

Which their own hands had spread. 4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God, Are thy deep counfels known: When men of mischief are deftroy'd, The fnare muft be their own.

PAUSE.

5-The wicked fhall fink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands

That dare forget thee, or rebel
Against thy known commands.

6 Though faints to fore diftrefs are brought,
And wait, and long complain,.
Their cries fhall never be forgot,
Nor fhall their hopes be vain.

7 [Rife, great Redeemer, from thy feat,

To judge and fave the poor; Let nations tremble at thy feet, And man prevail no more.

8 Thy thunder fhall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,
Make them confefs that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.]

PSALM X. Common Metre.

Prayers heard, and faints faved; or, pride, atheism, and oppreffion punished.

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For a humiliation-day.

HY doth the Lord ftand off fo far?
And why conceal his face,

When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?

2 Lord, fhall the wicked ftill deride
Thy juftice and thy pow'r?
Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy faints devour?

3 They put thy judgments from their fight,
And then infult the poor;
They boaft in their exalted height,
That they fhall fall no more.

4 Arife, O God, lift up thine hand;
Attend our humble cry;

No enemy fhall dare to ftand
When God afcends on high.

PAUSE.

5 Why do the men of malice rage,
And fay, with foolish pride,
The God of heav'n will ne'er engage
To fight on Zion's fide ?

6 But thou forever art our Lord;
And pow'rful is thine hand,

As when the Heathens felt thy fword,
And perish'd from thy land.

7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And caufe thine ear to hear;
Hearken to what thy children say,
And put the world in fear.

8 Proud tyrants fhall no more opprefs;
No more defpife the juft;
And mighty finners fhall confefs
They are but earth and duft.

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PSALM XI. Long Metre.

God loves the righteous, and hates the wicked.
Y refuge is the God of love;
Why do my foes infult and cry,

MY refuge is

Fly, like a tim❜rous, trembling dove,
To diftant woods or mountains fly?
2 If government be all destroy'd,
(That firm foundation of our peace)
And violence make juftice void,
Where fhall the righteous feek redress?
3 The Lord in heav'n has fix'd his throne;
His eyes furvey the world below;
To him all mortal things are known;
His eyelids fearch our fpirits through.
4 If he afflicts his faints fo far,

To prove their love and try their grace,
What may the bold tranfgreffors fear!
His very foul abhors their ways.
5 On impious wretches he fhall rain
Tempefts of brimftone, fire and death,
Such as he kindled on the plain
Of Sodom, with his angry breath.