o 8 Let Him be crown'd with majesty, Who bow'd his head to death: o And be his honours sounded high, By all things that have breath. e 9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! g The glories of thy heavenly state, Let the whole earth proclaim.] 1 L. M. 1st Part. Blendon. Bath. [* A Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread; g And thine eternal glories rise, O'er all the heavens thy hands have made. -2 To thee the voices of the young A monument of honour raise; e And babes, with uninstructed tongue, o While Jewish babes proclaim their King. e 1 Adam, and Christ, Lords of the old and new Creation. 2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so, o 3 But O what brighter glories wait, New made, and glorious, shall submit 1 PSALM 9. C. M. 1st Part. Mear. [*] WITH my whole heart, I'll raise my song, Thou, sovereign Judge of right and wrong, 2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace; 3 Then will the Lord a refuge prove To save the people of his love, And give the weary rest. e 4 The men who know thy name, will trust In thy abundant grace; For thou wilt ne'er forsake the just, o 5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, C. M. 2nd Part. Colchester. [*] 1 WHEN The humble souls who mourn in dust, o 2 He from the dreadful gates of death In Zion's gates with cheerful breath, 3 His foes shall fall, with heedless feet And sinners perish in the net, That their own hands have spread. PAUSE. d 5 The wicked shall sink down to hell; Thy wrath devour the lands That dare forget thee, or rebel Against thy known commands.] -6 Tho' saints to sore distress are brought, And wait and long complain; Their cries shall never be forgot, Nor shall their hopes be vain. 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. p 8 [Thy thunder will affright the proud, Make them confess that thou art God, p 1 PSALM 10. C. M. Reading. [b] Prayer heard, and Saints saved from the Wicked. WHY does the Lord stand off so far? And why conceal his face, W When great calamities appear, e 2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride 3 [They put thy judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height, o 4 Arise, O Lord, lift up thy hand, PAUSE. 5 [Why do the men of malice rage, And say, with foolish pride, d 'The God of heaven will ne'er engage, 6 But thou for ever art our Lord; o 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, -8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, Psalm 97. PSALM 11. L. M. 1 Geneva. [b] MY Why do my foes insult and cry,— d "Fly, like a tim'rous trembling dove, "To distant woods or mountains fly ?" e 2 If government be once destroy'd, (That firm foundation of our peace,) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? g 3 The Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne, His eye surveys the world below: To him all mortal things are known, His eye-lids search our spirits through. -4 If he afflicts his saints so far, To prove their love, and try their grace; g 5 On impious wretches he will rain Such as he kindled on the plain -6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; And with a gracious eye beholds The men who his own image bear. L PSALM 12. L. M. Bath. [*] Saint's Safety and Hope in Evil Times. 1 [ORD, if thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will fly away; A faithful man amongst us here, Will scarce be found, if thou delay. 2 The whole discourse, when neighbours meet, Is fill'd with trifles, loose and vain; Their lips are flatt'ry and deceit, And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips that with deceit abound, Will not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound Their flatt'ring and blaspheming tongue. d 4 'Yet shall our words be free, they cry; 'Our tongues shall be controll'd by none; 'Where is the Lord will ask us why? 'Or say our lips are not our own?" -5 The Lord, who sees the poor oppress'd, And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain, o Will rise to give his children rest, Nor will they trust his word in vain. -6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd, Void of deceit will still appear, Not silver, sev'n times purified, From dross and mixture shines so clear. o 7 Thy grace will in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm; e Though when the vilest men have power On ev'ry side will sinners swarm.] 1 C. M. Plymouth. [b] General Corruption of Manners. 'H Religion loses ground; ELP, Lord! for men of virtue fail, |