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           Title: The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts
      Creator(s): Watts, Isaac
          Rights: Public Domain
   CCEL Subjects: All; Hymns; Proofed
      LC Call no: BS1440.W4
   LC Subjects:

   The Bible

   Old Testament

   Special parts of the Old Testament
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                      The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts

with all the additional hymns and complete indexes
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THE PSALMS OF DAVID
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  PSALM 1

   C. M.

   The way and end of the righteous and the wicked.


   Blest is the man who shuns the place

   Where sinners love to meet;

   Who fears to tread their wicked ways,

   And hates the scoffer's seat:


   But in the statutes of the Lord

   Has placed his chief delight;

   By day he reads or hears the word,

   And meditates by night.


   [He, like a plant of gen'rous kind,

   By living waters set,

   Safe from the storms and blasting wind,

   Enjoys a peaceful state.]


   Green as the leaf, and ever fair,

   Shall his profession shine

   While fruits of holiness appear

   Like clusters on the vine.


   Not so the impious and unjust;

   What vain designs they form!

   Their hopes are blown away like dust,

   Or chaff before the storm.


   Sinners in judgment shall not stand

   Amongst the sons of grace,

   When Christ, the Judge, at his right hand

   Appoints his saints a place.


   His eye beholds the path they tread,

   His heart approves it well

   But crooked ways of sinners lead

   Down to the gates of hell.
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  PSALM 1

   S. M.

   The saint happy, the sinner miserable.


   The man is ever blessed

   Who shuns the sinners' ways,

   Among their counsels never stands,

   Nor takes the scorner's place;


   But makes the law of God

   His study and delight,

   Amidst the labors of the day,

   And watches of the night.


   He like a tree shall thrive,

   With waters near the root;

   Fresh as the leaf his name shall live;

   His works are heav'nly fruit.


   Not so th' ungodly race,

   They no such blessings find;

   Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff

   Before the driving wind.


   How will they bear to stand

   Before that judgment-seat,

   Where all the saints at Christ's right hand

   In full assembly meet?


   He knows, and he approves,

   The way the righteous go;

   But sinners and their works shall meet

   A dreadful overthrow.
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  PSALM 1

   L. M.

   The difference between the righteous and the wicked.


   Happy the man whose cautious feet

   Shun the broad way that sinners go,

   Who hates the place where atheists meet,

   And fears to talk as scoffers do.


   He loves t' employ the morning light

   Amongst the statutes of the Lord;

   And spends the wakeful hours of night,

   With pleasure, pondering o'er his word.


   He, like a plant by gentle streams,

   Shall flourish in immortal green.

   And heav'n will shine with kindest beams

   On every work his hands begin.


   But sinners find their counsels crossed:

   As chaff before the tempest flies,

   So shall their hopes be blown and lost,

   When the last trumpet shakes the skies.


   In vain the rebel seeks to stand

   In judgment with the pious race;

   The dreadful Judge, with stern command,

   Divides him to a diff'rent place.


   "Straight is the way my saints have trod;

   I blessed the path, and drew it plain;

   But you would choose the crooked road,

   And down it leads to endless pain."
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  PSALM 2

   S. M.

   Translated according to the Divine pattern, Acts 4:24, etc. Christ
   dying, rising, interceding, and reigning.

   PAUSE.


   [Maker and sovereign Lord

   Of heav'n, and earth, and seas,

   Thy providence confirms thy word,

   And answers thy decrees.


   The things so long foretold

   By David are fulfilled,

   When Jews and Gentiles joined to slay

   Jesus, thine holy child.]


   Why did the Gentiles rage,

   And Jews, with one accord,

   Bend all their counsels to destroy

   Th' Anointed of the Lord?


   Rulers and kings agree

   To form a vain design;

   Against the Lord their powers unite,

   Against his Christ they join.


   The Lord derides their rage,

   And will support his throne;

   He that hath raised him from the dead

   Hath owned him for his Son.


   Now he's ascended high,

   And asks to rule the earth

   The merit of his blood he pleads,

   And pleads his heav'nly birth.


   He asks, and God bestows

   A large inheritance;

   Far as the world's remotest ends

   His kingdom shall advance.


   The nations that rebel

   Must feel his iron rod;

   He'll vindicate those honors well

   Which he received from God.


   [Be wise, ye rulers, now,

   And worship at his throne;

   With trembling joy, ye people, bow

   To God's exalted Son.


   If once his wrath arise,

   Ye perish on the place;

   Then blessed is the soul that flies

   For refuge to his grace.]
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  PSALM 2

   C. M.

   Christ's death, resurrection, and ascension.


   Why did the nations join to slay

   The Lord's anointed Son?

   Why did they cast his laws away,

   And tread his gospel down?


   The Lord, that sits above the skies,

   Derides their rage below;

   He speaks with vengeance in his eyes,

   And strikes their spirits through.


   "I call him my Eternal Son,

   And raise him from the dead;

   I make my holy hill his throne,

   And wide his kingdom spread.


   "Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy

   The utmost heathen lands:

   Thy rod of iron shall destroy

   The rebel that withstands."


   Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,

   Obey th' anointed Lord,

   Adore the King of heav'nly birth,

   And tremble at his word.


   With humble love address his throne;

   For if he frown, ye die:

   Those are secure, and those alone,

   Who on his grace rely.
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  PSALM 2

   L. M.

   Christ's death, resurrection, and ascension.

   PAUSE.


   Why did the Jews proclaim their rage?

   The Romans, why their swords employ?

   Against the Lord their powers engage,

   His dear Anointed to destroy?


   "Come, let us break his bands," they say,

   "This man shall never give us laws:"

   And thus they cast his yoke away,

   And nailed the Monarch to the cross.


   But God, who high in glory reigns,

   Laughs at their pride, their rage controls,

   He'll vex their hearts with inward pains,

   And speak in thunder to their souls.


   "I will maintain the King I made

   On Zion's everlasting hill;

   My hand shall bring him from the dead,

   And he shall stand your Sovereign still."


   [His wondrous rising from the earth

   Makes his eternal Godhead known;

   The Lord declares his heav'nly birth,

   "This day have I begot my Son.


   "Ascend, my Son, to my right hand,

   There thou shalt ask, and I bestow,

   The utmost bounds of heathen lands;

   To thee the Northern Isles shall bow."]


   But nations that resist his grace

   Shall fall beneath his iron stroke;

   His rod shall crush his foes with ease,

   As potters' earthen work is broke.


   Now, ye that sit on earthly thrones,

   Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb;

   Now at his feet submit your crowns,

   Rejoice and tremble at his name.


   With humble love address the Son,

   Lest he grow angry, and ye die;

   His wrath will burn to worlds unknown,

   If ye provoke his jealousy.


   His storms shall drive you quick to hell;

   He is a God, and ye but dust:

   Happy the souls that know him well,

   And make his grace their only trust.
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  PSALM 3

   C. M.

   Doubts and fears suppressed.


   My God, how many are my fears!

   How fast my foes increase!

   Conspiring my eternal death,

   They break my present peace.


   The lying tempter would persuade

   There's no relief in heav'n;

   And all my swelling sins appear

   Too big to be forgiv'n.


   But thou, my glory and my strength,

   Shalt on the tempter tread,

   Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,

   And raise my drooping head.


   [I cried, and from his holy hill

   He bowed a listening ear;

   I called my Father, and my God,

   And he subdued my fear.


   He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,

   In spite of all my foes;

   I woke, and wondered at the grace

   That guarded my repose.]


   What though the hosts of death and hell

   All armed against me stood,

   Terrors no more shall shake my soul;

   My refuge is my God.


   Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,

   While I thy glory sing;

   My God has broke the serpent's teeth,

   And death has lost his sting.


   Salvation to the Lord belongs;

   His arm alone can save:

   Blessings attend thy people here,

   And reach beyond the grave.
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  PSALM 3

   v. 1-5,8

   L. M.

   A Morning Psalm.


   O Lord, how many are my foes,

   In this weak state of flesh and blood!

   My peace they daily discompose,

   But my defence and hope is God.


   Tired with the burdens of the day,

   To thee I raised an evening cry:

   Thou heard'st when I began to pray,

   And thine almighty help was nigh.


   Supported by thine heav'nly aid,

   I laid me down, and slept secure:

   Not death should make my heart afraid,

   Though I should wake and rise no more.


   But God sustained me all the night:

   Salvation doth to God belong;

   He raised my head to see the light,

   And make his praise my morning song.
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  PSALM 4

   v. 1-3,5-7

   L. M.

   Hearing of prayer.


   O God of grace and righteousness,

   Hear and attend when I complain;

   Thou hast enlarged me in distress,

   Bow down a gracious ear again.


   Ye sons of men, in vain ye try

   To turn my glory into shame;

   How long will scoffers love to lie,

   And dare reproach my Savior's name?


   Know that the Lord divides his saints

   From all the tribes of men beside;

   He hears the cry of penitents,

   For the dear sake of Christ that died.


   When our obedient bands have done

   A thousand works of righteousness,

   We put our trust in God alone,

   And glory in his pardoning grace.


   Let the unthinking many say,

   "Who will bestow some earthly good?"

   But, Lord, thy light and love we pray;

   Our souls desire this heav'nly food.


   Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice,

   At grace and favors so divine;

   Nor will I change my happy choice

   For all their corn, and all their wine.
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  PSALM 4

   v. 3-5,8

   C. M.

   An Evening Psalm.


   Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray,

   I am for ever thine;

   I fear before thee all the day,

   Nor would I dare to sin.


   And while I rest my weary head,

   From cares and business free,

   'Tis sweet conversing on my bed,

   With my own heart and thee.


   I pay this evening sacrifice:

   And when my work is done,

   Great God, my faith and hope relies

   Upon thy grace alone.


   Thus, with my thoughts composed to pray,

   I'll give mine eyes to sleep;

   Thy hand in safety keeps my days,

   And will my slumbers keep.
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  PSALM 5

   C. M.

   For the Lord's Day Morning.

   PAUSE.


   Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear

   My voice ascending high;

   To thee will I direct my prayer,

   To thee lift up mine eye;


   Up to the hills where Christ is gone

   To plead for all his saints,

   Presenting at his Father's throne

   Our songs and our complaints.


   Thou art a God, before whose sight

   The wicked shall not stand;

   Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,

   Nor dwell at thy right hand.


   But to thy house will I resort,

   To taste thy mercies there;

   I will frequent thine holy court,

   And worship in thy fear.


   O may thy Spirit guide my feet

   In ways of righteousness!

   Make every path of duty straight,

   And plain before my face.


   My watchful enemies combine

   To tempt my feet astray;

   They flatter, with a base design

   To make my soul their prey.


   Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,

   And all his plots destroy;

   While those that in thy mercy trust,

   For ever shout for joy.


   The men that love and fear thy name

   Shall see their hopes fulfilled;

   The mighty God will compass them

   With favor as a shield.
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  PSALM 6

   C. M.

   Complaint in sickness.


   In anger, Lord, rebuke me not;

   Withdraw the dreadful storm;

   Nor let thy fury grow so hot

   Against a feeble worm.


   My soul's bowed down with heavy cares,

   My flesh with pain oppressed;

   My couch is witness to my tears,

   My tears forbid my rest.


   Sorrow and pain wear out my days,

   I waste the night with cries,

   Counting the minutes as they pass,

   Till the slow morning rise.


   Shall I be still tormented more?

   Mine eye consumed with grief?

   How long, my God, how long before

   Thine hand afford relief?


   He hears when dust and ashes speak,

   He pities all our groans;

   He saves us for his mercy's sake,

   And heals our broken bones.


   The virtue of his sovereign word

   Restores our fainting breath;

   For silent graves praise not the Lord,

   Nor is he known in death.
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  PSALM 6

   L. M.

   Temptations in sickness overcome.


   Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes,

   When thou with kindness dost chastise;

   But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear:

   O let it not against me rise.


   Pity my languishing estate,

   And ease the sorrows that I feel;

   The wounds thine heavy hand hath made,

   O let thy gentler touches heal!


   See how I pass my weary days

   In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night

   My bed is watered with my tears;

   My grief consumes, and dims my sight.


   Look, how the powers of nature mourn!

   How long, Almighty God, how long?

   When shall thine hour of grace return?

   When shall I make thy grace my song?


   I feel my flesh so near the grave,

   My thoughts are tempted to despair;

   But graves can never praise the Lord,

   For all is dust and silence there.


   Depart, ye tempters, from my soul,

   And all despairing thoughts, depart;

   My God, who hears lily humble moan,

   Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.
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  PSALM 7

   C. M.

   God's care of his people.

   PAUSE.


   My trust is in my heav'nly Friend,

   My hope in thee, my God;

   Rise, and my helpless life defend

   From those that seek my blood.


   With insolence and fury they

   My soul in pieces tear,

   As hungry lions rend the prey,

   When no deliverer's near.


   If I had e'er provoked them first,

   Or once abused my foe,

   Then let him tread my life to dust,

   And lay mine honor low.


   If there be malice found in me,

   I know thy piercing eyes;

   I should not dare appeal to thee,

   Nor ask my God to rise.


   Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,

   Their pride and power control;

   Awake to judgment, and command

   Deliverance for my soul.


   [Let sinners, and their wicked rage,

   Be humbled to the dust;

   Shall not the God of truth engage

   To vindicate the just?


   He knows the heart, he tries the reins,

   He will defend th' upright

   His sharpest arrows he ordains

   Against the sons of spite.


   For me their malice digged a pit,

   But there themselves are cast;

   My God makes all their mischief light

   On their own heads at last.]


   That cruel, persecuting race

   Must feel his dreadful sword:

   Awake, my soul, and praise the grace

   And justice of the Lord.
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  PSALM 8

   S. M.

   God's sovereignty and goodness.


   O Lord, our heav'nly King,

   Thy name is all divine;

   Thy glories round the earth are spread,

   And o'er the heav'ns they shine.


   When to thy works on high

   I raise my wondering eyes,

   And see the moon, complete in light,

   Adorn the darksome skies


   When I survey the stars,

   And all their shining forms,

   Lord, what is man, that worthless thing,

   Akin to dust and worms?


   Lord, what is worthless man,

   That thou shouldst love him so?

   Next to thine angels is he placed,

   And lord of all below.


   Thine honors crown his head,

   While beasts, like slaves, obey;

   And birds that cut the air with wings,

   And fish that cleave the sea.


   How rich thy bounties are!

   And wondrous are thy ways

   Of dust and worms thy power can frame

   A monument of praise.


   [Out of the mouths of babes

   And sucklings thou canst draw

   Surprising honors to thy name,

   And strike the world with awe.


   O Lord, our heav'nly King,

   Thy name is all divine;

   Thy glories round the earth are spread,

   And o'er the heav'ns they shine.]
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  PSALM 8

   C. M.

   Christ's condescension and glorification.


   O LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great

   Is thine exalted name!

   The glories of thy heav'nly state

   Let men and babes proclaim.


   When I behold thy works on high,

   The moon that rules the night,

   And stars that well adorn the sky,

   Those moving worlds of light;


   Lord, what is man, or all his race,

   Who dwells so far below,

   That thou shouldst visit him with grace,

   And love his nature so?


   That thine eternal Son should bear

   To take a mortal form;

   Made lower than his angels are,

   To save a dying worm?


   [Yet while he lived on earth unknown,

   And men would not adore,

   Th' obedient seas and fishes own

   His Godhead and his power.


   The waves lay spread beneath his feet;

   And fish, at his command,

   Bring their large shoals to Peter's feet,

   Bring tribute to his hand.


   These lesser glories of the Son

   Shone through the fleshly cloud;

   Now, we behold him on his throne,

   And men confess him God.]


   Let him be crowned with majesty,

   Who bowed his head to death;

   And be his honors sounded high,

   By all things that have breath.


   Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great

   Is thine exalted name!

   The glories of thy heav'nly state

   Let the whole earth proclaim.
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  PSALM 8 PART 1

   v.1,2, paraphrased.

   L. M.

   The hosanna of children.


   Almighty Ruler of the skies,

   Through the wide earth thy name is spread;

   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 honor raise;

   And babes, with uninstructed tongue,

   Declare the wonders of thy praise.


   Thy power assists their tender age

   To bring proud rebels to the ground,

   To still the bold blasphemer's rage,

   And all their policies confound.


   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.


   The frowning scribes and angry priests

   In vain their impious cavils bring;

   Revenge sits silent in their breasts,

   While Jewish babes proclaim their King.
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  PSALM 8 PART 2

   v. 3ff, paraphrased.

   L. M.

   Adam and Christ, lords of the old and new creation.


   Lord, what was man, when made at first,

   Adam the offspring of the dust,

   That thou shouldst set him and his race

   But just below an angel's place?


   That thou shouldst raise his nature so,

   And make him lord of all below;

   Make every beast and bird submit,

   And lay the fishes at his feet?


   But, O! what brighter glories wait

   To crown the Second Adam's state!

   What honors shall thy Son adorn,

   Who condescended to be born!


   See him below his angels made;

   See him in dust amongst the dead,

   To save a ruined world from sin;

   But he shall reign with power divine.


   The world to come, redeemed from all

   The miseries that attend the fall,

   New made and glorious, shall submit

   At our exalted Savior's feet.
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  PSALM 9 PART 1

   vv.1-4,9-11

   C. M.

   Wrath and mercy from the judgment-seat.


   With my whole heart I'll raise my song,

   Thy wonders I'll proclaim;

   Thou, sovereign Judge of right and wrong,

   Wilt put my foes to shame.


   I'll sing thy majesty and grace;

   My God prepares his throne

   To judge the world in righteousness,

   And make his vengeance known.


   Then shall the Lord a refuge prove

   For all the poor oppressed;

   To save the people of his love,

   And give the weary rest.


   The men that know thy name will trust

   In thy abundant grace;

   For thou hast ne'er forsook the just,

   Who humbly seek thy face.


   Sing praises to the righteous Lord,

   Who dwells on Zion's hill,

   Who executes his threatening word,

   And doth his grace fulfil.
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  PSALM 9 PART 2

   v.12ff

   C. M.

   The wisdom and equity of Providence.

   PAUSE.


   When the great Judge, supreme and just,

   Shall once inquire for blood,

   The humble souls that mourn in dust

   Shall find a faithful God.


   He from the dreadful gates of death

   Does his own children raise;

   In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath,

   They sing their Father's praise.


   His foes shall fall, with heedless feet,

   Into the pit they made;

   And sinners perish in the net

   That their own hands had spread.


   Thus, by thy judgments, mighty God,

   Are thy deep counsels known;

   When men of mischief are destroyed,

   The snare must be their own.


   The wicked shall sink down to hell;

   Thy wrath devour the lands

   That dare forget thee, or rebel

   Against thy known commands.


   Though saints to sore distress are brought,

   And wait and long complain,

   Their cries shall not be still forgot,

   Nor shall their hopes be vain.


   [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,

   To judge and save the poor;

   Let nations tremble at thy feet,

   And man prevail no more.


   Thy thunder shall affright the proud,

   And put their hearts to pain;

   Make them confess that thou art God,

   And they but feeble men.]
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  PSALM 10

   C. M.

   Prayer heard, saints saved; or, Pride, atheism, and oppressors
   punished.

   For a humiliation day.

   PAUSE.


   Why doth the Lord stand off so far?

   And why conceal his face,

   When great calamities appear,

   And times of deep distress?


   Lord, shall the wicked still deride

   Thy justice and thy power?

   Shall they advance their heads in pride,

   And still thy saints devour?


   They put thy judgments from their sight,

   And then insult the poor;

   They boast in their exalted height,

   That they shall fall no more.


   Arise, O God, lift up thine hand,

   Attend our humble cry;

   No enemy shall dare to stand

   When God ascends on high.


   Why do the men of malice rage,

   And say, with foolish pride,

   "The God of heav'n will ne'er engage

   To fight on Zion's side?"


   But thou for ever art our Lord;

   And powerful is thine hand,

   As when the heathens felt thy sword,

   And perished from thy land.


   Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,

   And cause thine ear to hear;

   He hearkens what his children say,

   And puts the world in fear.


   Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,

   No more despise the just;

   And mighty sinners shall confess

   They are but earth and dust.
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  PSALM 11

   L. M.

   God loves the righteous and hates the wicked.


   My refuge is the God of love;

   Why do my foes insult and cry,

   "Fly like a tim'rous, trembling dove,

   To distant woods or mountains fly?"


   If government be all destroyed,

   (That firm foundation of our peace,)

   And violence make justice void,

   Where shall the righteous seek redress?


   The Lord in heav'n has fixed his throne,

   His eye surveys the world below:

   To him all mortal things are known,

   His eyelids search our spirits through.


   If he afflicts his saints so far,

   To prove their love and try their grace,

   What may the bold transgressors fear?

   His very soul abhors their ways.


   On impious wretches he shall rain

   Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death;

   Such as he kindled on the plain

   Of Sodom, with his angry breath.


   The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,

   Whose thoughts and actions are sincere;

   And with a gracious eye beholds

   The men that his own image bear.
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  PSALM 12

   L. M.

   The saint's safety and hope in evil times; or, Sins of the tongue
   complained of, namely, blasphemy, falshood, etc.


   Lord, 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.


   The whole discourse, when neighbors meet,

   Is filled with trifles loose and vain;

   Their lips are flattery and deceit,

   And their proud language is profane.


   But lips that with deceit abound

   Shall not maintain their triumph long;

   The God of vengeance will confound

   The flattering and blaspheming tongue.


   "Yet shall our words be free," they cry;

   "Our tongues shall be controlled by none:

   Where is the Lord will ask us why?

   Or say our lips are not our own?"


   The Lord, who sees the poor oppressed,

   And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain,

   Will rise to give his children rest,

   Nor shall they trust his word in vain.


   Thy word, O Lord, though often tried,

   Void of deceit shall still appear;

   Not silver, sev'n times purified

   From dross and mixture, shines so clear.


   Thy grace shall in the darkest hour

   Defend the holy soul from harm;

   Though when the vilest men have power,

   On every side will sinners swarm.
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  PSALM 12

   C. M.

   Complaint of a general corruption of manners; or, The promise and sign
   of Christ's coming to judgment.

   PAUSE.


   Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail,

   Religion loses ground,

   The sons of violence prevail,

   And treacheries abound.


   Their oaths and promises they break,

   Yet act the flatterer's part;

   With fair, deceitful lips they speak,

   And with a double heart.


   If we reprove some hateful lie,

   How is their fury stirred

   "Are not our lips our own?" they cry;

   "And who shall be our Lord?"


   Scoffers appear on every side,

   Where a vile race of men

   Is raised to seats of power and pride,

   And bears the sword in vain.


   Lord, when iniquities abound,

   And blasphemy grows bold;

   When faith is hardly to be found,

   And love is waxing cold;


   Is not thy chariot hast'ning on?

   Hast thou not giv'n this sign?

   May we not trust and live upon

   A promise so divine?


   "Yes," saith the Lord, "now will I rise,

   And make oppressors flee;

   I shall appear to their surprise,

   And set my servants free."


   Thy word, like silver sev'n times tried,

   Through ages shall endure;

   The men that in thy truth confide

   Shall find the promise sure.
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  PSALM 13

   L. M.

   Pleading with God under desertion; or, Hope in darkness.


   How long, O Lord, shall I complain,

   Like one that seeks his God in vain?

   Canst thou thy face for ever hide,

   And I still pray, and be denied?


   Shall I for ever be forgot,

   As one whom thou regardest not

   Still shall my soul thine absence mourn,

   And still despair of thy return?


   How long shall my poor troubled breast

   Be with these anxious thoughts oppressed?

   And Satan, my malicious foe,

   Rejoice to see me sunk so low?


   Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,

   Before my death conclude my grief:

   If thou withhold thy heav'nly light,

   I sleep in everlasting night.


   How will the powers of darkness boast,

   If but one praying soul be lost!

   But I have trusted in thy grace,

   And shall again behold thy face.


   Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,

   Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;

   My heart shall feel thy love, and raise

   My cheerful voice to songs of praise.
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  PSALM 13

   C. M.

   Complaint under temptations of the devil.


   How long wilt thou conceal thy face?

   My God, how long delay?

   When shall I feel those heav'nly rays

   That chase my fears away?


   How long shall my poor lab'ring soul

   Wrestle and toil in vain?

   Thy word can all my foes control,

   And ease my raging pain.


   See how the prince of darkness tries

   All his malicious arts

   He spreads a mist around my eyes,

   And throws his fiery darts.


   Be thou my sun, and thou my shield,

   My soul in safety keep;

   Make haste, before mine eyes are sealed

   In death's eternal sleep.


   How would the tempter boast aloud

   If I become his prey!

   Behold, the sons of hell grow proud

   At thy so long delay.


   But they shall fly at thy rebuke,

   And Satan hide his head;

   He knows the terrors of thy look,

   And hears thy voice with dread.


   Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,

   Where all my hopes have hung;

   I shall employ my lips in praise,

   And victory shall be sung.
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  PSALM 14 PART 1

   C. M.

   By Nature all men are sinners.


   Fools in their heart believe and say

   "That all religion's vain;

   There is no God that reigns on high,

   Or minds th' affairs of men."


   From thoughts so dreadful and profane,

   Corrupt discourse proceeds;

   And in their impious hands are found

   Abominable deeds.


   The Lord from his celestial throne

   Looked down on things below,

   To find the man that sought his grace,

   Or did his justice know.


   By nature all are gone astray,

   Their practice all the same;

   There's none that fears his Maker's hand;

   There's none that loves his name.


   Their tongues are used to speak deceit,

   Their slanders never cease;

   How swift to mischief are their feet,

   Nor know the paths of peace!


   Such seeds of sin (that bitter root)

   In every heart are found;

   Nor can they bear diviner fruit,

   Till grace refine the ground.
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  PSALM 14 PART 2

   C. M.

   The folly of persecutors.


   Are sinners now so senseless grown

   That they the saints devour?

   And never worship at thy throne,

   Nor fear thine awful power?


   Great God! appear to their surprise;

   Reveal thy dreadful name;

   Let them no more thy wrath despise,

   Nor turn our hope to shame.


   Dost thou not dwell among the just?

   And yet our foes deride,

   That we should make thy name our trust;

   Great God! confound their pride.


   O that the joyful day were come

   To finish our distress!

   When God shall bring his children home

   Our songs shall never cease.
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  PSALM 15

   C. M.

   Characters of a saint; or, A citizen of Zion; or, The qualifications of
   a Christian.


   Who shall inhabit in thy hill,

   O God of holiness?

   Whom will the Lord admit to dwell

   So near his throne of grace?


   The man that walks in pious ways,

   And works with righteous hands;

   That trusts his Maker's promises,

   And follows his commands.


   He speaks the meaning of his heart,

   Nor slanders with his tongue;

   Will scarce believe an ill report,

   Nor do his neighbor wrong.


   The wealthy sinner he contemns,

   Loves all that fear the Lord;

   And though to his own hurt he swears,

   Still he performs his word.


   His hands disdain a golden bribe,

   And never gripe the poor:

   This man shall dwell with God on earth,

   And find his heav'n secure.
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  PSALM 15

   L. M.

   Religion and justice, goodness and truth; or, Duties to God and man;
   or, The qualifications of a Christian.


   Who shall ascend thy heav'nly place,

   Great God, and dwell before thy face?

   The man that minds religion now,

   And humbly walks with God below;


   Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean,

   Whose lips still speak the thing they mean;

   No slanders dwell upon his tongue;

   He hates to do his neighbor wrong.


   [Scarce will he trust an ill report,

   Nor vents it to his neighbor's hurt:

   Sinners of state he can despise,

   But saints are honored in his eyes.]


   [Firm to his word he ever stood,

   And always makes his promise good;

   Nor dares to change the thing he swears,

   Whatever pain or loss he bears.]


   [He never deals in bribing gold,

   And mourns that justice should be sold;

   While others gripe and grind the poor,

   Sweet charity attends his door.]


   He loves his enemies, and prays

   For those that curse him to his face

   And doth to all men still the same

   That he would hope or wish from them.


   Yet, when his holiest works are done,

   His soul depends on grace alone:

   This is the man thy face shall see,

   And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.
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  PSALM 16 PART 1

   L. M.

   Confession of our poverty, and saints the best company; or, Good works
   profit men, not God.


   Preserve me, Lord, in time of need,

   For succor to thy throne I flee,

   But have no merits there to plead:

   My goodness cannot reach to thee.


   Oft have my heart and tongue confessed

   How empty and how poor I am;

   My praise can never make thee blessed,

   Nor add new glories to thy name.


   Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap

   Some profit by the good we do;

   These are the company I keep,

   These are the choicest friends I know.


   Let others choose the sons of mirth

   To give a relish to their wine;

   I love the men of heav'nly birth,

   Whose thoughts and language are divine.
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  PSALM 16 PART 2

   L. M.

   Christ's all-sufficiency.


   How fast their guilt and sorrows rise

   Who haste to seek some idol-god!

   I will not taste their sacrifice,

   Their offerings of forbidden blood.


   My God provides a richer cup,

   And nobler food to live upon;

   He for my life has offered up

   Jesus, his best-beloved Son.


   His love is my perpetual feast;

   By day his counsels guide me right;

   And be his name for ever blessed,

   Who gives me sweet advice by night.


   I set him still before mine eyes;

   At my right hand he stands prepared

   To keep my soul from all surprise,

   And be my everlasting guard.
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  PSALM 16 PART 3

   L. M.

   Courage in death, and hope of the resurrection.


   When God is nigh, my faith is strong;

   His arm is my almighty prop:

   Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue;

   My dying flesh shall rest in hope.


   Though in the dust I lay my head,

   Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave

   My soul for ever with the dead,

   Nor lose thy children in the grave.


   My flesh shall thy first call obey,

   Shake off the dust, and rise on high;

   Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way

   Up to thy throne above the sky.


   There streams of endless pleasure flow;

   And full discoveries of thy grace

   (Which we but tasted here below)

   Spread heav'nly joys through all the place.
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  PSALM 16 PART 1

   v.1-8

   C. M.

   Support and counsel from God, without merit.


   Save me, O Lord, from every foe;

   In thee my trust I place,

   Though all the good that I can do

   Can ne'er deserve thy grace.


   Yet if my God prolong my breath,

   The saints may profit by 't;

   The saints, the glory of the earth,

   The men of my delight.


   Let heathens to their idols haste,

   And worship wood or stone;

   But my delightful lot is cast

   Where the true God is known.


   His hand provides my constant food,

   He fills my daily cup;

   Much am I pleased with present good,

   But more rejoice in hope.


   God is my portion and my joy,

   His counsels are my light;

   He gives me sweet advice by day,

   And gentle hints by night.


   My soul would all her thoughts approve

   To his all-seeing eye;

   Not death, nor hell, my hope shall move,

   While such a Friend is nigh.
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  PSALM 16 PART 2

   C. M.

   The death and resurrection of Christ.


   I set the Lord before my face,

   He bears my courage up;

   My heart and tongue their joys express,

   My flesh shall rest in hope.


   "My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave

   Where souls departed are;

   Nor quit my body to the grave,

   To see corruption there.


   "Thou wilt reveal the path of life,

   And raise me to thy throne;

   Thy courts immortal pleasure give,

   Thy presence joys unknown."


   [Thus, in the name of Christ, the Lord,

   The holy David sung;

   And Providence fulfils the word

   Of his prophetic tongue.


   Jesus, whom ev'ry saint adores,

   Was crucified and slain:

   Behold, the tomb its prey restores!

   Behold, he lives again!


   When shall my feet arise and stand

   On heav'n's eternal hills?

   There sits the Son at God's right hand,

   And there the Father smiles.]
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  PSALM 17

   v.13-15

   S. M.

   Portion of saints and sinners; or, Hope and despair in death.


   Arise, my gracious God,

   And make the wicked flee;

   They are but thy chastising rod,

   To drive thy saints to thee.


   Behold, the sinner dies,

   His haughty words are vain;

   Here in this life his pleasure lies,

   And all beyond is pain.


   Then let his pride advance,

   And boast of all his store;

   The Lord is my inheritance,

   My soul can wish no more.


   I shall behold the face

   Of my forgiving God;

   And stand complete in righteousness,

   Washed in my Savior's blood.


   There's a new heav'n begun,

   When I awake from death,

   Dressed in the likeness of thy Son,

   And draw immortal breath.
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  PSALM 17

   L. M.

   The sinner's portion and saint's hope; or, The heaven of separate souls
   in the resurrection.


   Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove

   My faith, my patience, and my love:

   When men of spite against me join,

   They are the sword, the hand is thine.


   Their hope and portion lies below:

   'Tis all the happiness they know,

   'Tis all they seek; they take their shares,

   And leave the rest among their heirs.


   What sinners value I resign;

   Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:

   I shall behold thy blissful face,

   And stand complete in righteousness.


   This life's a dream, an empty show;

   But the bright world to which I go

   Hath joys substantial and sincere:

   When shall I wake and find me there?


   O glorious hour! O blest abode!

   I shall be near and like my God!

   And flesh and sin no more control

   The sacred pleasures of the soul.


   My flesh shall slumber in the ground

   Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;

   Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,

   And in my Savior's image rise.
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  PSALM 18 PART 1

   v.1-6,15-18

   L. M.

   Deliverance from despair; or, Temptations overcome.


   Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength,

   My rock, my tower, my high defence:

   Thy mighty arm shall be my trust,

   For I have found salvation thence.


   Death, and the terrors of the grave,

   Stood round me with their dismal shade;

   While floods of high temptations rose,

   And made my sinking soul afraid.


   I saw the op'ning gates of hell,

   With endless pains and sorrows there,

   Which none but they that feel can tell;

   While I was hurried to despair.


   In my distress I called my God,

   When I could scarce believe him mine:

   He bowed his ear to my complaint,

   Then did his grace appear divine.


   With speed he flew to my relief,

   As on a cherub's wing he rode;

   Awful and bright as lightning shone

   The face of my deliverer, God.


   Temptations fled at his rebuke,

   The blast of his almighty breath;

   He sent salvation from on high,

   And drew me from the deeps of death.


   Great were my fears, my foes were great,

   Much was their strength, and more their rage;

   But Christ, my Lord, is conqueror still,

   In all the wars that devils wage.


   My song for ever shall record

   That terrible, that joyful hour;

   And give the glory to the Lord,

   Due to his mercy and his power
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  PSALM 18 PART 2

   v.20-26

   L. M.

   Sincerity proved and rewarded.


   Lord, thou hast seen my soul sincere,

   Hast made thy truth and love appear;

   Before mine eyes I set thy laws,

   And thou hast owned my righteous cause.


   Since I have learned thy holy ways,

   I've walked upright before thy face;

   Or if my feet did e'er depart,

   'Twas never with a wicked heart.


   What sore temptations broke my rest!

   What wars and strugglings in my breast!

   But through thy grace, that reigns within,

   I guard against my darling sin:


   That sin which close besets me still,

   That works and strives against my will:

   When shall thy Spirit's sovereign power

   Destroy it, that it rise no more?


   [With an impartial hand, the Lord

   Deals out to mortals their reward;

   The kind and faithful souls shall find

   A God as faithful and as kind.


   The just and pure shall ever say,

   Thou art more pure, more just than they;

   And men that love revenge shall know

   God hath an arm of vengeance too.]
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  PSALM 18 PART 3

   v.30,31,34,35,46-50

   L. M.

   Rejoicing in God.


   Just are thy ways, and true thy word,

   Great Rock of my secure abode:

   Who is a God beside the Lord?

   Or where's a refuge like our God?


   'Tis he that girds me with his might,

   Gives me his holy sword to wield,

   And while with sin and hell I fight,

   Spreads his salvation for my shield.


   He lives, and blessed be my Rock!

   The God of my salvation lives:

   The dark designs of hell are broke;

   Sweet is the peace my Father gives.


   Before the scoffers of the age

   I will exalt my Father's name,

   Nor tremble at their mighty rage,

   But meet reproach, and bear the shame.


   To David and his royal seed

   Thy grace for ever shall extend;

   Thy love to saints in Christ their Head

   Knows not a limit, nor an end.
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  PSALM 18 PART 1

   C. M.

   Victory and triumph over temporal enemies.


   We love thee, Lord, and we adore;

   Now is thine arm revealed:

   Thou art our strength, our heav'nly tower,

   Our bulwark, and our shield.


   We fly to our eternal Rock,

   And find a sure defence;

   His holy name our lips invoke,

   And draw salvation thence.


   When God, our Leader, shines in arms,

   What mortal heart can bear

   The thunder of his loud alarms,

   The lightning of his spear?


   He rides upon the winged wind,

   And angels in array

   In millions wait to know his mind,

   And swift as flames obey.


   He speaks, and at his fierce rebuke

   Whole armies are dismayed;

   His voice, his frown, his angry look,

   Strikes all their courage dead.


   He forms our generals for the field,

   With all their dreadful skill;

   Gives them his awful sword to wield,

   And makes their hearts of steel.


   [He arms our captains to the fight,

   (Though there his name's forgot;

   He girded Cyrus with his might,

   But Cyrus knew him not.)


   Oft has the Lord whole nations blessed

   For his own church's sake;

   The powers that give his people rest,

   Shall of his care partake.]
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  PSALM 18 PART 2

   C. M.

   The conqueror's Song.


   To thine almighty arm we owe

   The triumphs of the day;

   Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,

   And melt their strength away.


   'Tis by thine aid our troops prevail,

   And break united powers,

   Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale

   The proudest of their towers.


   How have we chased them through the field,

   And trod them to the ground,

   While thy salvation was our shield,

   But they no shelter found!


   In vain to idol saints they cry,

   And perish in their blood

   Where is a rock so great, so high,

   So powerful as our God?


   The Rock of Isr'el ever lives,

   His name be ever blest;

   'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives,

   And gives his people rest.


   On kings that reign as David did,

   He pours his blessings down;

   Secures their honors to their seed,

   And well supports the crown.
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  PSALM 19 PART 1

   S. M.

   The books of nature and scripture.

   For a Lord's-day morning


   Behold, the lofty sky

   Declares its Maker God,

   And all his starry works on high

   Proclaim his power abroad.


   The darkness and the light

   Still keep their course the same;

   While night to day, and day to night,

   Divinely teach his name.


   In every diff'rent land

   Their general voice is known;

   They show the wonders of his hand,

   And orders of his throne.


   Ye British lands, rejoice,

   Here he reveals his word;

   We are not left to nature's voice,

   To bid us know the Lord.


   His statutes and commands

   Are set before our eyes;

   He puts his gospel in our hands,

   Where our salvation lies.


   His laws are just and pure,

   His truth without deceit,

   His promises for ever sure,

   And his rewards are great.


   [Not honey to the taste

   Affords so much delight,

   Nor gold that has the furnace passed

   So much allures the sight.


   While of thy works I sing,

   Thy glory to proclaim,

   Accept the praise, my God, my King

   In my Redeemer's name.]
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  PSALM 19 PART 2

   S. M.

   God's word most excellent; or, Sincerity and watchfulness.

   For a Lord's-day morning.

   PAUSE.


   Behold, the morning sun

   Begins his glorious way;

   His beams through all the nations run,

   And life and light convey.


   But where the gospel comes

   It spreads diviner light;

   It calls dead sinners from their tombs,

   And gives the blind their sight.


   How perfect is thy word!

   And all thy judgments just!

   For ever sure thy promise, Lord,

   And men securely trust.


   My gracious God, how plain

   Are thy directions giv'n!

   O may I never read in vain,

   But find the path to heav'n!


   I hear thy word with love,

   And I would fain obey:

   Send thy good Spirit from above

   To guide me, lest I stray.


   O who can ever find

   The errors of his ways?

   Yet with a bold, presumptuous mind

   I would not dare transgress.


   Warn me of every sin,

   Forgive my secret faults,

   And cleanse this guilty soul of mine,

   Whose crimes exceed my thoughts.


   While with my heart and tongue

   I spread thy praise abroad,

   Accept the worship and the song,

   My Savior and my God.
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  PSALM 19

   L. M.

   The books of nature and of Scripture compared; or, The glory and
   success of the Gospel.


   THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord,

   In every star thy wisdom shines

   But when our eyes behold thy word,

   We read thy name in fairer lines.


   The rolling sun, the changing light,

   And nights and days, thy power confess

   But the blest volume thou hast writ

   Reveals thy justice and thy grace.


   Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise

   Round the whole earth, and never stand:

   So when thy truth began its race,

   It touched and glanced on every land.


   Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest

   Till through the world thy truth has run,

   Till Christ has all the nations blest

   That see the light or feel the sun.


   Great Sun of Righteousness, arise,

   Bless the dark world with heav'nly light;

   Thy gospel makes the simple wise,

   Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.


   Thy noblest wonders here we view

   In souls renewed and sins forgiv'n;

   Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew,

   And make thy word my guide to heaven.
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  PSALM 19

   8,8,8,8,8,8

   To the tune of the 113th Psalm.

   The books of nature and of scripture.

   PAUSE.


   Great God, the heav'ns' well-ordered frame

   Declares the glories of thy name:

   There thy rich works of wonder shine;

   A thousand starry beauties there,

   A thousand radiant marks appear

   Of boundless power and skill divine.


   From night to day, from day to night,

   The dawning and the dying light

   Lectures of heav'nly wisdom read;

   With silent eloquence they raise

   Our thoughts to our Creator's praise,

   And neither sound nor language need.


   Yet their divine instructions run

   Far as the journeys of the sun,

   And every nation knows their voice:

   The sun, like some young bridegroom dressed,

   Breaks from the chambers of the east,

   Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice.


   Where'er he spreads his beams abroad,

   He smiles and speaks his Maker God

   All nature joins to show thy praise:

   Thus God in ev'ry creature shines;

   Fair is the book of nature's lines,

   But fairer is thy book of grace.


   I love the volumes of thy word;

   What light and joy those leaves afford

   To souls benighted and distressed!

   Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,

   Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,

   Thy promise leads my heart to rest.


   From the discoveries of thy law

   The perfect rules of life I draw;

   These are my study and delight:

   Not honey so invites the taste,

   Nor gold that hath the furnace past

   Appears so pleasing to the sight.


   Thy threat'nings wake my slumb'ring eyes,

   And warn me where my danger lies;

   But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord,

   That makes my guilty conscience clean,

   Converts my soul, subdues my sin,

   And gives a free, but large reward.


   Who knows the errors of his thoughts?

   My God, forgive my secret faults,

   And from presumptuous sins restrain:

   Accept my poor attempts of praise,

   That I have read thy book of grace,

   And book of nature, not in vain.
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  PSALM 20

   L. M.

   Prayer and hope of victory.

   For a day of prayer in time of war.


   Now may the God of power and grace

   Attend his people's humble cry!

   Jehovah hears when Isr'el prays,

   And brings deliverance from on high.


   The name of Jacob's God defends

   Better than shields or brazen walls;

   He from his sanctuary sends

   Succor and strength, when Zion calls.


   Well he remembers all our sighs,

   His love exceeds our best deserts;

   His love accepts the sacrifice

   Of humble groans and broken hearts.


   In his salvation is our hope,

   And, in the name of Isr'el's God,

   Our troops shall lift their banners up,

   Our navies spread their flags abroad.


   Some trust in horses trained for war,

   And some of chariots make their boasts:

   Our surest expectations are

   From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hosts.


   [O may the memory of thy name

   Inspire our armies for the fight!

   Our foes shall fall and die with shame,

   Or quit the field with shameful flight.]


   Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear,

   Now let our hopes be firm and strong,

   Till the salvation shall appear,

   And joy and triumph raise the song.
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  PSALM 21

   C. M.

   Our king is the care of Heaven.


   The king, O Lord, with songs of praise,

   Shall in thy strength rejoice;

   And, blest with thy salvation, raise

   To heav'n his cheerful voice.


   Thy sure defence through nations round

   Has spread his glorious name;

   And his successful actions crowned

   With majesty and fame.


   Then let the king on God alone

   For timely aid rely;

   His mercy shall support the throne,

   And all our wants supply.


   But, righteous Lord, his stubborn foes

   Shall feel thy dreadful hand;

   Thy vengeful arm shall find out those

   That hate his mild command.


   When thou against them dost engage,

   Thy just but dreadful doom

   Shall, like a fiery oven's rage,

   Their hopes and them consume.


   Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare,

   And thus exalt thy fame;

   Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare

   For thine almighty name.
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  PSALM 21

   v.1-9

   L. M.

   Christ exalted to the kingdom.


   David rejoiced in God his strength,

   Raised to the throne by special grace;

   But Christ the Son appears at length,

   Fulfils the triumph and the praise.


   How great is the Messiah's joy

   In the salvation of thy hand!

   Lord, thou hast raised his kingdom high,

   And giv'n the world to his command.


   Thy goodness grants whate'er he will,

   Nor doth the least request withhold;

   Blessings of love prevent him still,

   And crowns of glory, not of gold.


   Honor and majesty divine

   Around his sacred temples shine;

   Blest with the favor of thy face,

   And length of everlasting days.


   Thine hand shall find out all his foes;

   And as a fiery oven glows

   With raging heat and living coals,

   So shall thy wrath devour their souls.
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  PSALM 22 PART 1

   v.1-16

   C. M.

   The sufferings and death of Christ.

   PAUSE.


   Why has my God my soul forsook,

   Nor will a smile afford?

   (Thus David once in anguish spoke,

   And thus our dying Lord.)


   Though 'tis thy chief delight to dwell

   Among thy praising saints,

   Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,

   And pity our complaints.


   Our fathers trusted in thy name,

   And great deliv'rance found;

   But I'm a worm, despised of men,

   And trodden to the ground.


   Shaking the head, they pass me by,

   And laugh my soul to scorn;

   "In vain he trusts in God," they cry,.

   "Neglected and forlorn."


   But thou art he who formed my flesh

   By thine almighty word;

   And since I hung upon the breast,

   My hope is in the Lord.


   Why will my Father hide his face,

   When foes stand threat'ning round,

   In the dark hour of deep distress,

   And not a helper found?


   Behold thy darling left among

   The cruel and the proud,

   As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong,

   As lions roaring loud.


   From earth and hell my sorrows meet

   To multiply the smart;

   They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,

   And try to vex my heart.


   Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose

   The rage of earth and hell,

   Why will my heav'nly Father bruise

   The Son he loves so well?


   My God, if possible it be,

   Withhold this bitter cup

   But I resign my will to thee,

   And drink the sorrows up.


   My heart dissolves with pangs unknown,

   In groans I waste my breath;

   Thy heavy hand has brought me down

   Low as the dust of death.


   Father, I give my spirit up,

   And trust it in thy hand;

   My dying flesh shall rest in hope,

   And rise at thy command.
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  PSALM 22 PART 2

   v.20,21,27-31

   C. M.

   Christ's sufferings and kingdom.


   "Now from the roaring lion's rage,

   O Lord, protect thy Son,

   Nor leave thy darling to engage

   The powers of hell alone."


   Thus did our suff'ring Savior pray,

   With mighty cries and tears;

   God heard him in that dreadful day,

   And chased away his fears.


   Great was the vict'ry of his death,

   His throne exalted high;

   And all the kindreds of the earth

   Shall worship or shall die.


   A num'rous offspring must arise

   From his expiring groans;

   They shall be reckoned in his eyes

   For daughters and for sons.


   The meek and humble souls shall see

   His table richly spread;

   And all that seek the Lord shall be

   With joys immortal fed.


   The isles shall know the righteousness

   Of our incarnate God,

   And nations yet unborn profess

   Salvation in his blood.
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  PSALM 22

   vv.1,7,8,12,13,16,18,24,28,29,31

   L. M.

   Christ's sufferings and exaltation.


   Now let our mournful songs record

   The dying sorrows of our Lord,

   When he complained in tears and blood,

   As one forsaken of his God.


   The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,

   And shake their heads, and laugh in scorn:

   "He rescued others from the grave;

   Now let him try himself to save.


   "This is the man did once pretend

   God was his Father and his Friend;

   If God, the blessed, loved him so,

   Why doth he fail to help him now?"


   Barbarous people! cruel priests!

   How they stood round like savage beasts!

   Like lions gaping to devour,

   When God had left him in their power.


   They wound his head, his hands, his feet,

   Till streams of blood each other meet;

   By lot his garments they divide,

   And mock the pangs in which he died.


   But God, his Father, heard his cry;

   Raised from the dead, he reigns on high,

   The nations learn his righteousness,

   And humble sinners taste his grace.
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  PSALM 23

   L. M.

   God our shepherd.


   My Shepherd is the living Lord;

   Now shall my wants be well supplied;

   His providence and holy word

   Become my safety and my guide.


   In pastures where salvation grows

   He makes me feed, he makes me rest;

   There living water gently flows,

   And all the food's divinely blest.


   My wand'ring feet his ways mistake,

   But he restores my soul to peace,

   And leads me, for his mercy's sake,

   In the fair paths of righteousness.


   Though I walk through the gloomy vale

   Where death and all its terrors are,

   My heart and hope shall never fail,

   For God my Shepherd's with me there.


   Amidst the darkness and the deeps

   Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;

   Thy staff supports my feeble steps,

   Thy rod directs my doubtful way.


   The sons of earth, and sons of hell,

   Gaze at thy goodness, and repine

   To see my table spread so well

   With living bread and cheerful wine.


   [How I rejoice when on my head

   Thy Spirit condescends to rest!

   'Tis a divine anointing, shed

   Like oil of gladness at a feast.


   Surely the mercies of the Lord

   Attend his household all their days;

   There will I dwell to hear his word,

   To seek his face, and sing his praise.
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  PSALM 23

   C. M.

   God our Shepherd.


   My shepherd will supply my need,

   Jehovah is his name;

   In pastures fresh he makes me feed,

   Beside the living stream.


   He brings my wand'ring spirit back

   When I forsake his ways;

   And leads me, for his mercy's sake,

   In paths of truth and grace.


   When I walk through the shades of death,

   Thy presence is my stay;

   A word of thy supporting breath

   Drives all my fears away.


   Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,

   Doth still my table spread,

   My cup with blessings overflows,

   Thine oil anoints my head.


   The sure provisions of my God

   Attend me all my days:

   O may thy house be mine abode,

   And all my work be praise!


   There would I find a settled rest,

   While others go and come;

   No more a stranger or a guest,

   But like a child at home.
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  PSALM 23

   S. M.

   God our Shepherd.


   The Lord my Shepherd is,

   I shall be well supplied;

   Since he is mine and I am his,

   What can I want beside?


   He leads me to the place

   Where heav'nly pasture grows,

   Where living waters gently pass,

   And full salvation flows.


   if e'er I go astray,

   He doth my Soul reclaim;

   And guides me in his own right way,

   For his most holy name.


   While he affords his aid

   I cannot yield to fear;

   Though I should walk through death's dark shade,

   My Shepherd's with me there.


   In sight of all my foes,

   Thou dost my table spread;

   My cup with blessings overflows,

   And joy exalts my head.


   The bounties of thy love

   Shall crown my following days;

   Nor from thy house will I remove,

   Nor cease to speak thy praise.
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  PSALM 24

   C. M.

   Dwelling with God.


   The earth for ever is the Lord's,

   With Adam's num'rous race;

   He raised its arches o'er the floods,

   And built it on the seas.


   But who among the sons of men

   May visit thine abode?

   He that has hands from mischief clean,

   Whose heart is right with God.


   This is the man may rise and take

   The blessings of his grace;

   This is the lot of those that seek

   The God of Jacob's face.


   Now let our souls' immortal powers

   To meet the Lord prepare,

   Lift up their everlasting doors,

   The King of glory's near.


   The King of glory! who can tell

   The wonders of his might?

   He rules the nations; but to dwell

   With saints is his delight.
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  PSALM 24

   L. M.

   Saints dwell in heaven; or, Christ's ascension.

   PAUSE.


   This spacious earth is all the Lord's,

   And men, and worms, and beasts, and birds:

   He raised the building on the seas,

   And gave it for their dwelling-place.


   But there's a brighter world on high,

   Thy palace, Lord, above the sky:

   Who shall ascend that blest abode,

   And dwell so near his Maker God?


   He that abhors and fears to sin,

   Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean,

   Him shall the Lord the Savior bless,

   And clothe his soul with righteousness.


   These are the men, the pious race,

   That seek the God of Jacob's face:

   These shall enjoy the blissful sight,

   And dwell in everlasting light.


   Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high,

   Behold the King of glory nigh!

   Who can this King of glory be?

   The mighty Lord, the Savior's he.


   Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display,

   To make the Lord the Savior way:

   Laden with spoils from earth and hell,

   The Conqueror comes with God to dwell.


   Raised from the dead, he goes before;

   He opens heav'n's eternal door,

   To give his saints a blest abode,

   Near their Redeemer and their God.
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  PSALM 25 PART 1

   v.1-11

   S. M.

   Waiting for pardon and direction.


   I Lift my soul to God,

   My trust is in his name:

   Let not my foes that seek my blood

   Still triumph in my shame.


   Sin, and the powers of hell,

   Persuade me to despair:

   Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well,

   That I may 'scape the snare.


   From the first dawning light

   Till the dark ev'ning rise,

   For thy salvation, Lord, I wait

   With ever-longing eyes.


   Remember all thy grace,

   And lead me in thy truth;

   Forgive the sins of riper days,

   And follies of my youth.


   The Lord is just and kind,

   The meek shall learn his ways,

   And every humble sinner find

   The methods of his grace.


   For his own goodness' sake

   He saves my soul from shame:

   He pardons, though my guilt be great,

   Through my Redeemer's name.
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  PSALM 25 PART 2

   v.12,14,10,13

   S. M.

   Divine instruction.


   Where shall the man be found

   That fears t' offend his God?

   That loves the gospel's joyful sound,

   And trembles at the rod?


   The Lord shall make him know

   The secrets of his heart,

   The wonders of his cov'nant show,

   And all his love impart.


   The dealings of his hand

   Are truth and mercy still,

   With such as to his cov'nant stand,

   And love to do his will.


   Their souls shall dwell at ease

   Before their Maker's face;

   Their seed shall taste the promises

   In their extensive grace.
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  PSALM 25 PART 3

   v.15-22

   S. M.

   Distress of soul; or, Backsliding and desertion.

   PAUSE.


   Mine eyes and my desire

   Are ever to the Lord;

   I love to plead his promises,

   And rest upon his word.


   Turn, turn thee to my soul,

   Bring thy salvation near;

   When will thy hand release my feet

   Out of the deadly snare?


   When shall the sovereign grace

   Of my forgiving God

   Restore me from those dangerous ways

   My wand'ring feet have trod?


   The tumult of my thoughts

   Doth but enlarge my woe;

   My spirit languishes, my heart

   Is desolate and low.


   With ev'ry morning light

   My sorrow new begins;

   Look on my anguish and my pain,

   And pardon all my sins.


   Behold the hosts of hell,

   How cruel is their hate!

   Against my life they rise, and join

   Their fury with deceit.


   O keep my soul from death,

   Nor put my hope to shame,

   For I have placed my only trust

   In my Redeemer's name.


   With humble faith I wait

   To see thy face again:

   Of Isr'el it shall ne'er be said,

   He sought the Lord in vain.
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  PSALM 26

   L. M.

   Self-examination; or, Evidences of grace.


   Judge me, O Lord, and prove my ways,

   And try my reins, and try my heart

   My faith upon thy promise stays,

   Nor from thy law my feet depart.


   I hate to walk, I hate to sit,

   With men of vanity and lies

   The scoffer and the hypocrite

   Are the abhorrence of mine eyes.


   Amongst thy saints will I appear

   With frauds well washed in innocence;

   But when I stand before thy bar,

   The blood of Christ is my defence.


   I love thy habitation, Lord,

   The temple where thine honors dwell;

   There shall I hear thine holy word,

   And there thy works of wonder tell.


   Let not my soul be joined at last

   With men of treachery and blood,

   Since I my days on earth have passed

   Among the saints, and near my God.
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  PSALM 27 PART 1

   v.1-6

   C. M.

   The church is our delight and safety.


   The Lord of glory is my light,

   And my salvation too;

   God is my strength, nor will I fear

   What all my foes can do.


   One privilege my heart desires;

   O grant me an abode

   Among the churches of thy saints,

   The temples of my God!


   There shall I offer my requests,

   And see thy beauty still;

   Shall hear thy messages of love,

   And there inquire thy will.


   When troubles rise, and storms appear,

   There may his children hide;

   God has a strong pavilion where

   He makes my soul abide.


   Now shall my head be lifted high

   Above my foes around,

   And songs of joy and victory

   Within thy temple sound.
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  PSALM 27 PART 2

   v.8,9,13,14

   C. M.

   Prayer and hope.


   Soon as I heard my Father say,

   "Ye children, seek my grace,"

   My heart replied without delay,

   "I'll seek my Father's face."


   Let not thy face be hid from me,

   Nor frown my soul away;

   God of my life, I fly to thee

   In a distressing day.


   Should friends and kindred near and dear

   Leave me to want or die,

   My God would make my life his care,

   And all my need supply.


   My fainting flesh had died with grief

   Had not my soul believed,

   To see thy grace provide relief;

   Nor was my hope deceived.


   Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,

   And keep your courage up;

   He'll raise your spirit when it faints,

   And far exceed your hope.
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  PSALM 29

   L. M.

   Storm and thunder.


   Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame,

   Give to {he Lord renown and power,

   Ascribe due honors to his name,

   And his eternal might adore.


   The Lord proclaims his power aloud

   Over the ocean and the land;

   His voice divides the wat'ry cloud,

   And lightnings blaze at his command.


   He speaks, and tempest, hail, and wind,

   Lay the wide forest bare around:

   The fearful hart and frighted hind

   Leap at the terror of the sound.


   To Lebanon he turns his voice,

   And lo, the stately cedars break;

   The mountains tremble at the noise,

   The valleys roar, the deserts quake.


   The Lord sits sovereign on the flood,

   The Thund'rer reigns for ever king;

   But makes his church his blest abode,

   Where we his awful glories sing.


   In gentler language there, the Lord

   The counsels of his grace imparts;

   Amidst the raging storm, his word

   Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.
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  PSALM 30 PART 1

   L. M.

   Sickness healed, and sorrow removed.


   I Will extol thee, Lord, on high,

   At thy command diseases fly:

   Who but a God can speak and save

   From the dark borders of the grave?


   Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,

   And tell how large his goodness is;

   Let all your powers rejoice and bless

   While you record his holiness.


   His anger but a moment stays;

   His love is life and length of days;

   Though grief and tears the night employ,

   The morning star restores the joy.
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  PSALM 30 PART 2

   vv.6ff

   L. M.

   Health, sickness, and recovery.


   Firm was my health, my day was bright,

   And I presumed 'twould ne'er be night;

   Fondly I said within my heart,

   "Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart."


   But I forgot thine arm was strong

   Which made my mountain stand so long:

   Soon as thy face began to hide,

   My health was gone, my comforts died.


   I cried aloud to thee, my God,

   "What canst thou profit by my blood?

   Deep in the dust can I declare

   Thy truth, or sing thy goodness there?


   "Hear me, O God of grace," I said,

   "And bring me from among the dead:"

   Thy word rebuked the pains I felt,

   Thy pard'ning love removed my guilt.


   My groans, and tears, and forms of woe

   Are turned to joy and praises now;

   I throw my sackcloth on the ground,

   And ease and gladness gird me round


   My tongue, the glory of my frame,

   Shall ne'er be silent of thy name;

   Thy praise shall sound through earth and heav'n

   For sickness healed and sins forgiv'n.
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  PSALM 31 PART 1

   v.5,13-19,22,23

   C. M.

   Deliverance from death.

   PAUSE.


   Unto thine hand, O God of truth,

   My spirit I commit;

   Thou hast redeemed my soul from death,

   And saved me from the pit.


   The passions of my hope and fear

   Maintained a doubtful strife,

   While sorrow, pain, and sin conspired

   To take away my life.


   "My times are in thine hand," I cried,

   "Though I draw near the dust;

   Thou art the refuge where I hide,

   The God in whom I trust.


   O make thy reconciled face

   Upon thy servant shine,

   And save me for thy mercy's sake,

   For I'm entirely thine.


   ['Twas in my haste my spirit said,

   "I must despair and die,

   I am cut off before thine eyes;

   But thou hast heard my cry.]


   Thy goodness how divinely free!

   How wondrous is thy grace

   To those that fear thy majesty,

   And trust thy promises!


   O love the Lord, all ye his saints,

   And sing his praises loud;

   He'll bend his ear to your complaints,

   And recompense the proud.
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  PSALM 31 PART 2

   v.7-13,18-21

   C. M.

   Deliverance from slander and reproach.

   PAUSE.


   My heart rejoices in thy name,

   My God, my help, my trust;

   Thou hast preserved my face from shame,

   Mine honor from the dust.


   "My life is spent with grief," I cried,

   "My years consumed in groans,

   My strength decays, mine eyes are dried,

   And sorrow wastes my bones."


   Among mine enemies my name

   Was a mere proverb grown,

   While to my neighbors I became

   Forgotten and unknown.


   Slander and fear on every side

   Seized and beset me round

   I to the throne of grace applied,

   And speedy rescue found.


   How great deliverance thou hast wrought

   Before the sons of men!

   The lying lips to silence brought,

   And made their boastings vain!


   Thy children from the strife of tongues

   Shall thy pavilion hide;

   Guard them from infamy and wrongs,

   And crush the sons of pride.


   Within thy secret presence, Lord,

   Let me for ever dwell;

   No fenced city, walled and barred,

   Secures a saint so well.
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  PSALM 32

   S. M.

   Forgiveness of sin upon confession.


   O Blessed souls are they

   Whose sins are covered o'er!

   Divinely blest, to whom the Lord

   Imputes their guilt no more.


   They mourn their follies past,

   And keep their hearts with care;

   Their lips and lives, without deceit,

   Shall prove their faith sincere.


   While I concealed my guilt,

   I felt the fest'ring wound;

   Till I confessed my sins to thee,

   And ready pardon found.


   Let sinners learn to pray,

   Let saints keep near the throne;

   Our help, in times of deep distress,

   Is found in God alone.
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  PSALM 32

   C. M.

   Free pardon and sincere obedience; or, Confession and forgiveness.


   Happy the man to whom his God

   No more imputes his sin,

   But, washed in the Redeemer's blood,

   Hath made his garments clean!


   Happy beyond expression he

   Whose debts are thus discharged;

   And from the guilty bondage free,

   He feels his soul enlarged.


   His spirit hates deceit and lies,

   His words are all sincere;

   He guards his heart, he guards his eyes,

   To keep his conscience clear.


   While I my inward guilt suppressed,

   No quiet could I find;

   Thy wrath lay burning in my breast,

   And racked my tortured mind.


   Then I confessed my troubled thoughts,

   My secret sins revealed;

   Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults,

   Thy grace my pardon sealed.


   This shall invite thy saints to pray;

   When like a raging flood

   Temptations rise, our strength and stay

   Is a forgiving God.
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  PSALM 32 PART 1

   L. M.

   Repentance and free pardon; or, Justification and Sanctification.


   Blest is the man, for ever blest,

   Whose guilt is pardoned by his God;

   Whose sins with sorrow are confessed,

   And covered with his Savior's blood.


   Blest is the man to whom the Lord

   Imputes not his iniquities;

   He pleads no merit of reward,

   And not on works, but grace relies.


   From guile his heart and lips are free;

   His humble joy, his holy fear,

   With deep repentance well agree,

   And join to prove his faith sincere.


   How glorious is that righteousness

   That hides and cancels all his sins,

   While a bright evidence of grace

   Through his whole life appears and shine!
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  PSALM 32 PART 2

   L. M.

   A guilty conscience eased by confession and pardon.


   While I keep silence, and conceal

   My heavy guilt within my heart,

   What torments doth my conscience feel!

   What agonies of inward smart!


   I spread my sins before the Lord,

   And all my secret faults confess;

   Thy gospel speaks a pard'ning word,

   Thine Holy Spirit seals the grace.


   For this shall every humble soul

   Make swift addresses to thy seat;

   When floods of huge temptations roll,

   There shall they find a bless'd retreat.


   How safe beneath thy wings I lie,

   When days grow dark and storms appear;

   And when I walk, thy watchful eye

   Shall guide me safe from every snare.
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  PSALM 33 PART 1

   C. M.

   Works of creation and providence.


   Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord,

   This work belongs to you;

   Sing of his name, his ways, his word,

   How holy, just, and true!


   His mercy and his righteousness

   Let heav'n and earth proclaim;

   His works of nature and of grace

   Reveal his wondrous name.


   His wisdom and almighty word

   The heav'nly arches spread,

   And by the Spirit of the Lord

   Their shining hosts were made.


   He bid the liquid waters flow

   To their appointed deep;

   The flowing seas their limits know,

   And their own station keep).


   Ye tenants of the spacious earth,

   With fear before him stand

   He spake, and nature took its birth,

   And rests on his command.


   He scorns the angry nations' rage,

   And breaks their vain designs;

   His counsel stands through every age,

   And in full glory shines.
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  PSALM 33 PART 2

   C. M.

   Creatures vain, and God all-sufficient.


   Blest is the nation where the Lord

   Hath fixed his gracious throne,

   Where he reveals his heav'nly word,

   And calls their tribes his own.


   His eye with infinite survey

   Does the whole world behold;

   He formed us all of equal clay,

   And knows our feeble mold.


   Kings are not rescued by the force

   Of armies from the grave;

   Nor speed nor courage of a horse

   Can the bold rider save.


   Vain is the strength of beasts or men,

   To hope for safety thence;

   But holy souls from God obtain

   A strong and sure defence.


   God is their fear, and God their trust;

   When plagues or famine spread,

   His watchful eye secures the just

   Among ten thousand dead.


   Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice,

   And bless us from thy throne;

   For we have made thy word our choice,

   And trust thy grace alone.
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  PSALM 33 PART 1

   8,8,8,8,8,8

   Works of creation and providence.


   Ye holy souls, in God rejoice,

   Your Maker's praise becomes your voice;

   Great is your theme, your songs be new:

   Sing of his name, his word, his ways,

   His works of nature and of grace,

   How wise and holy, just and true!


   Justice and truth he ever loves,

   And the whole earth his goodness proves,

   His word the heav'nly arches spread:

   How wide they shine from north to south!

   And by the spirit of his mouth

   Were all the starry armies made.


   He gathers the wide-flowing seas

   (Those wat'ry treasures know their place)

   In the vast storehouse of the deep:

   He spake, and gave all nature birth;

   And fires, and seas, and heav'n, and earth,

   His everlasting orders keep.


   Let mortals tremble and adore

   A God of such resistless power,

   Nor dare indulge their feeble rage:

   Vain are your thoughts, and weak your hands;

   But his eternal counsel stands,

   And rules the world from age to age.
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  PSALM 33 PART 2

   8,8,8,8,8,8

   Creatures vain, and God all-sufficient.


   O happy nation, where the Lord

   Reveals the treasure of his word,

   And builds his church, his earthly throne!

   His eye the heathen world surveys,

   He formed their hearts, he knows their ways;

   But God their Maker is unknown.


   Let kings rely upon their host,

   And of his strength the champion boast;

   In vain they boast, in vain rely;

   In vain we trust the brutal force,

   Or speed, or courage, of a horse,

   To guard his rider or to fly.


   The eye of thy compassion, Lord,

   Doth more secure defence afford

   When death or dangers threat'ning stand:

   Thy watchful eye preserves the just,

   Who make thy name their fear and trust,

   When wars or famine waste the land.


   In sickness, or the bloody field,

   Thou our physician, thou our shield,

   Send us salvation from thy throne:

   We wait to see thy goodness shine;

   Let us rejoice in help divine,

   For all our hope is God alone.
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  PSALM 34 PART 1

   L. M.

   God's care of the saints; or, Deliverance by prayer.


   Lord, I will bless thee all my days,

   Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue

   My soul shall glory in thy grace,

   While saints rejoice to hear the song.


   Come, magnify the Lord with me,

   Come, let us all exalt his name;

   I sought th' eternal God, and he

   Has not exposed my hope to shame.


   I told him all my secret grief,

   My secret groaning reached his ears;

   He gave my inward pains relief;

   And calmed the tumult of my fears.


   To him the poor lift up their eyes,

   Their faces feel the heav'nly shine;

   A beam of mercy from the skies

   Fills them with light and joy divine.


   His holy angels pitch their tents

   Around the men that serve the Lord;

   O fear and love him, all his saints,

   Taste of his grace, and trust his word.


   The wild young lions, pinched with pain

   And hunger, roar through all the wood;

   But none shall seek the Lord in vain,

   Nor want supplies of real good.
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  PSALM 34 PART 2

   v.11-22

   L. M.

   Religious education; or, Instructions of piety.


   Children, in years and knowledge young,

   Your parents' hope, your parents' joy,

   Attend the counsels of my tongue,

   Let pious thoughts your minds employ.


   If you desire a length of days,

   And peace to crown your mortal state,

   Restrain your feet from impious ways,

   Your lips from slander and deceit.


   The eyes of God regard his saints,

   His ears are open to their cries;

   He sets his frowning face against

   The sons of violence and lies.


   To humble souls and broken hearts

   God with his grace is ever nigh;

   Pardon and hope his love imparts,

   When men in deep contrition lie.


   He tells their tears, he counts their groans,

   His Son redeems their souls from death;

   His Spirit heals their broken bones,

   They in his praise employ their breath.
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  PSALM 34 PART 1

   v.1-10

   C. M.

   Prayer and praise for eminent deliverance.

   PAUSE.


   I'll bless the Lord from day to day;

   How good are all his ways!

   Ye humble souls that use to pray,

   Come, help my lips to praise.


   Sing to the honor of his name,

   How a poor suff'rer cried,

   Nor was his hope exposed to shame,

   Nor was his suit denied.


   When threat'ning sorrows round me stood,

   And endless fears arose,

   Like the loud billows of a flood,

   Redoubling all my woes;


   I told the Lord my sore distress,

   With heavy groans and tears;

   He gave my sharpest torments ease,

   And silenced all my fears.


   [O sinners, come and taste his love,

   Come, learn his pleasant ways;

   And let your own experience prove

   The sweetness of his grace.


   He bids his angels pitch their tents

   Round where his children dwell;

   What ills their heav'nly care prevents

   No earthly tongue can tell.]


   [O love the Lord, ye saints of his;

   His eye regards the just:

   How richly blest their portion is

   Who make the Lord their trust!


   Young lions, pinched with hunger, roar

   And famish in the wood;

   But God supplies his holy poor

   With every needful good.]
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  PSALM 34 PART 2

   v.11-22

   C. M.

   Exhortations to peace and holiness.


   Come, children, learn to fear the Lord

   And that your days be long,

   Let not a false or spiteful word

   Be found upon your tongue.


   Depart from mischief, practise love,

   Pursue the works of peace;

   So shall the Lord your ways approve,

   And set your souls at ease.


   His eyes awake to guard the just,

   His ears attend their cry;

   When broken spirits dwell in dust,

   The God of grace is nigh.


   What though the sorrows here they taste

   Are sharp and tedious too,

   The Lord, who saves them all at last,

   Is their supporter now.


   Evil shall smite the wicked dead;

   But God secures his own,

   Prevents the mischief when they slide,

   Or heals the broken bone.


   When desolation, like a flood,

   O'er the proud sinner rolls,

   Saints find a refuge in their God,

   For he redeemed their souls.
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  PSALM 35 PART 1

   v.1-9

   C. M.

   Prayer and faith of persecuted saints.


   Now plead my cause, Almighty God,

   With all the sons of strife;

   And fight against the men of blood,

   Who fight against my life.


   Draw out thy spear and stop their way,

   Lift thine avenging rod;

   But to my soul in mercy say,

   "I am thy Savior God!"


   They plant their snares to catch my feet,

   And nets of mischief spread;

   Plunge the destroyers in the pit

   That their own hands have made.


   Let fogs and darkness hide their way,

   And slipp'ry be their ground;

   Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey,

   And all their rage confound.


   They fly like chaff before the wind,

   Before thine angry breath;

   The angel of the Lord behind

   Pursues them down to death.


   They love the road that leads to hell;

   Then let the rebels die,

   Whose malice is implacable

   Against the Lord on high.


   But if thou hast a chosen few

   Amongst that impious race,

   Divide them from the bloody crew,

   By thy surprising grace.


   Then will I raise my tuneful voice,

   To make thy wonders known;

   In their salvation I'll rejoice,

   And bless thee for my own.
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  PSALM 35 PART 2

   v.12-14

   C. M.

   Love to enemies; or, The love of Christ to sinners typify'd in David.


   Behold the love, the gen'rous love,

   That holy David shows;

   Hark, how his sounding bowels move

   To his afflicted foes!


   When they are sick his soul complains,

   And seems to feel the smart;

   The spirit of the gospel reigns,

   And melts his pious heart.


   How did his flowing tears condole

   As for a brother dead!

   And fasting mortified his soul,

   While for their life he prayed.


   They groaned, and cursed him on their bed,

   Yet still he pleads and mourns;

   And double blessings on his head

   The righteous God returns.


   O glorious type of heav'nly grace!

   Thus Christ the Lord appears;

   While sinners curse, the Savior prays,

   And pities them with tears.


   He, the true David, Isr'el's King,

   Blest and beloved of God,

   To save us rebels, dead in sin,

   Paid his own dearest blood.
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  PSALM 36

   v.5-9

   L. M.

   The perfections and providence of God; or General providence and
   special grace.


   High in the heav'ns, eternal God,

   Thy goodness in full glory shines

   Thy truth shall break through every cloud

   That veils and darkens thy designs.


   For ever firm thy justice stands,

   As mountains their foundations keep;

   Wise are the wonders of thy hands;

   Thy judgments are a mighty deep.


   Thy providence is kind and large,

   Both man and beast thy bounty share;

   The whole creation is thy charge,

   But saints are thy peculiar care.


   My God! how excellent thy grace,

   Whence all our hope and comfort springs!

   The sons of Adam in distress

   Fly to the shadow of thy wings.


   From the provisions of thy house

   We shall be fed with sweet repast;

   There mercy like a river flows,

   And brings salvation to our taste.


   Life, like a fountain rich and free,

   Springs from the presence of the Lord;

   And in thy light our souls shall see

   The glories promised in thy word.
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  PSALM 36

   v.1,2,5-7,9.

   C. M.

   Practical atheism exposed; or, The being and attributes of God
   asserted.


   While men grow bold in wicked ways,

   And yet a God they own,

   My heart within me often says,

   "Their thoughts believe there's none."


   Their thoughts and ways at once declare,

   Whate'er their lips profess,

   God hath no wrath for them to fear,

   Nor will they seek his grace.


   What strange self-flatt'ry blinds their eyes!

   But there's a hast'ning hour,

   When they shall see with sore surprise

   The terrors of thy power.


   Thy justice shall maintain its throne,

   Though mountains melt away;

   Thy judgments are a world unknown,

   A deep, unfathomed sea.


   Above the heav'ns' created rounds,

   Thy mercies, Lord, extend;

   Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds

   Where time and nature end.


   Safety to man thy goodness brings,

   Nor overlooks the beast;

   Beneath the shadow of thy wings

   Thy children choose to rest.


   [From thee, when creature-streams run low.

   And mortal comforts die,

   Perpetual springs of life shall flow,

   And raise our pleasures high.


   Though all created light decay,

   And death close up our eyes,

   Thy presence makes eternal day,

   Where clouds can never rise.]
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  PSALM 36

   v.1-7

   S. M.

   The wickedness of man, and the majesty of God; or, Practical atheism
   exposed.


   When man grows bold in sin,

   My heart within me cries,

   "He hath no faith of God within,

   Nor fear before his eyes.


   [He walks awhile concealed

   In a self-flatt'ring dream,

   Till his dark crimes at once revealed

   Expose his hateful name.]


   His heart is false and foul,

   His words are smooth and fair;

   Wisdom is banished from his soul,

   And leaves no goodness there.


   He plots upon his bed

   New mischiefs to fulfil

   He sets his heart, and hand, and head,

   To practise all that's ill.


   But there's a dreadful God,

   Though men renounce his fear;

   His justice, hid behind the cloud,

   Shall one great day appear.


   His truth transcends the sky,

   In heav'n his mercies dwell;

   Deep as the sea his judgments lie,

   His anger burns to hell.


   How excellent his love,

   Whence all our safety springs!

   O never let my soul remove

   From underneath his wings.
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  PSALM 37 PART 1

   v.1-15

   C. M.

   The cure of envy, fretfulness, and unbelief; or, The rewards of the
   righteous and the wicked; or, The world's hatred and the saint's
   patience.

   PAUSE.


   Why should I vex my soul, and fret

   To see the wicked rise?

   Or envy sinners waxing great

   By violence and lies?


   As flowery grass, cut down at noon,

   Before the ev'ning fades,

   So shall their glories vanish soon

   In everlasting shades.


   Then let me make the Lord my trust,

   And practise all that's good;

   So shall I dwell among the just,

   And he'll provide me food.


   I to my God my ways commit,

   And cheerful wait his will;

   Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet,

   Shall my desires fulfil.


   Mine innocence shalt thou display,

   And make thy judgments known,

   Fair as the light of dawning day,

   And glorious as the noon.


   The meek at last the earth possess,

   And are the heirs of heav'n;

   True riches, with abundant peace,

   To humble souls are giv'n.


   Rest in the Lord, and keep his way,

   Nor let your anger rise,

   Though Providence should long delay

   To punish haughty vice.


   Let sinners join to break your peace,

   And plot, and rage, and foam;

   The Lord derides them, for he sees

   Their day of vengeance come.


   They have drawn out the threat'ning sword,

   Have bent the murd'rous bow,

   To slay the men that fear the Lord,

   And bring the righteous low.


   My God shall break their bows, and burn

   Their persecuting darts,

   Shall their own swords against them turn,

   And pain surprise their hearts.
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  PSALM 37 PART 2

   v.16,21,26-31

   C. M.

   Charity to the poor; or, Religion in words and deeds.


   Why do the wealthy wicked boast,

   And grow profanely bold?

   The meanest portion of the just

   Excels the sinner's gold.


   The wicked borrows of his friends,

   But ne'er designs to pay;

   The saint is merciful and lends,

   Nor turns the poor away.


   His alms with lib'ral heart he gives

   Amongst the sons of need;

   His mem'ry to long ages lives,

   And blessed is his seed.


   His lips abhor to talk profane,

   To slander or defraud;

   His ready tongue declares to men

   What he has learned of God.


   The law and gospel of the Lord

   Deep in his heart abide;

   Led by the Spirit and the word,

   His feet shall never slide.


   When sinners fall, the righteous stand,

   Preserved from every snare;

   They shall possess the promised land,

   And dwell for ever there.
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  PSALM 37 PART 3

   v.23-37

   C. M.

   The way and end of the righteous and the wicked.

   PAUSE.


   My God, the steps of pious men

   Are ordered by thy will;

   Though they should fall, they rise again,

   Thy hand supports them still.


   The Lord delights to see their ways,

   Their virtue he approves;

   He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace,

   Nor leave the men he loves.


   The heav'nly heritage is theirs,

   Their portion and their home;

   He feeds them now, and makes them heirs

   Of blessings long to come.


   Wait on the Lord, ye sons of men,

   Nor fear when tyrants frown;

   Ye shall confess their pride was vain,

   When justice casts them down.


   The haughty sinner have I seen,

   Nor fearing man nor God,

   Like a tall bay-tree, fair and green,

   Spreading his arms abroad.


   And lo! he vanished from the ground,

   Destroyed by hands unseen;

   Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found

   Where all that pride had been.


   But mark the man of righteousness,

   His several steps attend;

   True pleasure runs through all his ways,

   And peaceful is his end.
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  PSALM 38

   C. M.

   Guilt of conscience and relief; or, Repentance and prayer for pardon
   and health.


   Amidst thy wrath remember love,

   Restore thy servant, Lord;

   Nor let a Father's chast'ning prove

   Like an avenger's sword.


   Thine arrows stick within my heart,

   My flesh is sorely pressed;

   Between the sorrow and the smart,

   My spirit finds no rest.


   My sins a heavy load appear,

   And o'er my head are gone;

   Too heavy they for me to bear,

   Too hard for me t' atone.


   My thoughts are like a troubled sea,

   My head still bending down;

   And I go mourning all the day,

   Beneath my Father's frown.


   Lord, I am weak and broken sore,

   None of my powers are whole:

   The inward anguish makes me roar,

   The anguish of my soul.


   All my desire to thee is known,

   Thine eye counts every tear;

   And every sigh, and every groan,

   Is noticed by thine ear.


   Thou art my God, my only hope;

   My God will hear my cry;

   My God will bear my spirit up,

   When Satan bids me die.


   [My foot is ever apt to slide,

   My foes rejoice to see 't;

   They raise their pleasure and their pride

   When they supplant my feet.


   But I'll confess my guilt to thee,

   And grieve for all my sin;

   I'll mourn how weak my graces be,

   And beg support divine.


   My God, forgive my follies past,

   And be for ever nigh;

   O Lord of my salvation, haste,

   Before thy servant die.]
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  PSALM 39 PART 1

   v.1-3

   C. M.

   Watchfulness over the tongue; or Prudence and zeal.


   Thus I resolved before the Lord,-

   "Now will I watch my tongue;

   Lest I let slip one sinful word,

   Or do my neighbor wrong."


   And if I'm e'er constrained to stay

   With men of lives profane,

   I'll set a double guard that day,

   Nor let my talk be vain.


   I'll scarce allow my lips to speak

   The pious thoughts I feel,

   Lest scoffers should th' occasion take

   To mock my holy zeal.


   Yet if some proper hour appear,

   I'll not be overawed,

   But let the scoffing sinners hear

   That I can speak for God.
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  PSALM 39 PART 2

   v.4-7

   C. M.

   The vanity of man as mortal.


   Teach me the measure of my days,

   Thou Maker of my frame;

   I would survey life's narrow space,

   And learn how frail I am.


   A span is all that we can boast,

   An inch or two of time;

   Man is but vanity and dust

   In all his flower and prime.


   See the vain race of mortals move

   Like shadows o'er the plain;

   They rage and strive, desire and love,

   But all the noise is vain.


   Some walk in honor's gaudy show,

   Some dig for golden ore;

   They toil for heirs, they know not who,

   And straight are seen no more.


   What should I wish or wait for, then,

   From creatures earth and dust?

   They make our expectations vain,

   And disappoint our trust.


   Now I forbid my carnal hope,

   My fond desires recall;

   I give my mortal interest up,

   And make my God my all.
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  PSALM 39 PART 3

   v.9-13

   C. M.

   Sick-bed devotion.


   God of my life, look gently down,

   Behold the pains I feel;

   But I am dumb before thy throne,

   Nor dare dispute thy will.


   Diseases are thy servants, Lord,

   They come at thy command;

   I'll not attempt a murm'ring word

   Against thy chast'ning hand.


   Yet I may plead with humble cries,

   Remove thy sharp rebukes;

   My strength consumes, my spirit dies,

   Through thy repeated strokes.


   Crushed as a moth beneath thy hand,

   We moulder to the dust;

   Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand,

   And all our beauty's lost.


   [This mortal life decays apace,

   How soon the bubble's broke!

   Adam and all his num'rous race

   Are vanity and smoke.]


   I'm but a sojourner below,

   As all my fathers were;

   May I be well prepared to go,

   When I the summons hear.


   But if my life be spared awhile,

   Before my last remove,

   Thy praise shall be my business still,

   And I'll declare thy love.
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  PSALM 40 PART 1

   v.1-3,5,17

   C. M.

   A song of deliverance from great distress.


   I waited patient for the Lord,

   He bowed to hear my cry;

   He saw me resting on his word,

   And brought salvation nigh.


   He raised me from a horrid pit,

   Where mourning long I lay,

   And from my bonds released my feet,

   Deep bonds of miry clay.


   Firm on a rock he made me stand,

   And taught my cheerful tongue

   To praise the wonders of his hand,

   In a new thankful song.


   I'll spread his works of grace abroad;

   The saints with joy shall hear,

   And sinners learn to make my God

   Their only hope and fear.


   How many are thy thoughts of love!

   Thy mercies, Lord, how great!

   We have not words nor hours enough,

   Their numbers to repeat.


   When I 'm afflicted, poor, and low,

   And light and peace depart,

   My God beholds my heavy woe,

   And bears me on his heart.
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  PSALM 40 PART 2

   v.6-9

   C. M.

   The incarnation and sacrifice of Christ.

   PAUSE.


   Thus saith the Lord, "Your work is vain

   Give your burnt-offerings o'er;

   In dying goats, and bullocks slain,

   My soul delights no more."


   Then spake the Savior, "Lo, I'm here,

   My God, to do thy will;

   Whate'er thy sacred books declare,

   Thy servant shall fulfil.


   "Thy law is ever in my sight,

   I keep it near my heart;

   Mine ears are opened with delight

   To what thy lips impart."


   And see, the blest Redeemer comes,

   Th' eternal Son appears,

   And at th' appointed time assumes

   The body God prepares.


   Much he revealed his Father's grace,

   And much his truth he showed,

   And preached the way of righteousness

   Where great assemblies stood.


   His Father's honor touched his heart,

   He pitied sinners' cries,

   And, to fulfil a Savior's part,

   Was made a sacrifice.


   No blood of beasts on altars shed

   Could wash the conscience clean;

   But the rich sacrifice he paid

   Atones for all our sin.


   Then was the great salvation spread,

   And Satan's kingdom shook;

   Thus by the woman's promised seed

   The serpent's head was broke.
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  PSALM 40

   v.5-10

   L. M.

   Christ our sacrifice.


   The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought,

   Exceed our praise, surmount our thought;

   Should I attempt the long detail,

   My speech would faint, my numbers fail,


   No blood of beasts on altars spilt

   Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt;

   But thou hast set before our eyes

   An all-sufficient sacrifice.


   Lo! thine eternal Son appears,

   To thy designs he bows his ears,

   Assumes a body well prepared,

   And well performs a work so hard.


   "Behold, I come," the Savior cries,

   With love and duty in his eyes,

   "I come to bear the heavy load

   Of sins, and do thy will, my God.


   "'Tis written in thy great decree,

   'Tis in thy book foretold of me,

   I must fulfil the Savior's part;

   And lo! thy law is in my heart!


   "I'll magnify thy holy law,

   And rebels to obedience draw,

   When on my cross I'm lifted high,

   Or to my crown above the sky.


   "The Spirit shall descend and show

   What thou hast done, and what I do

   The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace,

   Thy wisdom, and thy righteousness."
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  PSALM 41

   v.1-3

   L. M.

   Charity to the poor; or, Pity to the afflicted.


   Blest is the man whose bowels move,

   And melt with pity to the poor;

   Whose soul, by sympathizing love,

   Feels what his fellow saints endure.


   His heart contrives for their relief

   More good than his own hands can do;

   He, in the time of gen'ral grief,

   Shall find the Lord has bowels too.


   His soul shall live secure on earth,

   With secret blessings on his head,

   When drought, and pestilence, and dearth

   Around him multiply their dead.


   Or if he languish on his couch,

   God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n;

   Will save him with a healing touch,

   Or take his willing soul to heav'n.
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  PSALM 42 PART 1

   v.1-5

   C. M.

   Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of absence from public worship.


   With earnest longings of the mind,

   My God, to thee I look;

   So pants the hunted hart to find

   And taste the cooling brook.


   When shall I see thy courts of grace,

   And meet my God again?

   So long an absence from thy face

   My heart endures with pain.


   Temptations vex my weary soul,

   And tears are my repast;

   The foe insults without control,

   "And where's your God at last?"


   'Tis with a mournful pleasure now

   I think on ancient days;

   Then to thy house did numbers go,

   And all our work was praise.


   But why, my soul, sunk down so far

   Beneath this heavy load?

   Why do my thoughts indulge despair,

   And sin against my God?


   Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand

   Can all thy woes remove,

   For I shall yet before him stand,

   And sing restoring love.
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  PSALM 42 PART 2

   v.6-11

   L. M.

   Melancholy thoughts reproved; or, Hope in afflictions.


   My spirit sinks within me, Lord,

   But I will call thy name to mind,

   And times of past distress record,

   When I have found my God was kind.


   Huge troubles with tumultuous noise

   Swell like a sea, and round me spread;

   Thy water-spouts drown all my joys,

   And rising waves roll o'er my head.


   Yet will the Lord command his love,

   When I address his throne by day,

   Nor in the night his grace remove;

   The night shall hear me sing and pray.


   I'll cast myself before his feet,

   And say, "My God, my heav'nly rock,

   Why doth thy love so long forget

   The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?"


   I'll chide my heart that sinks so low,

   Why should my soul indulge her grief?

   Hope in the Lord, and praise him too;

   He is my rest, my sure relief.


   Thy light and truth shall guide me still,

   Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,

   And lead me to thine heav'nly hill,

   My God, my most exceeding joy.
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  PSALM 44

   v.1-3,8,15-26

   C. M.

   The church's complaint in persecution.

   PAUSE.


   Lord, we have heard thy works of old,

   Thy works of power and grace,

   When to our ears our fathers told

   The wonders of their days.


   How thou didst build thy churches here,

   And make thy gospel known;

   Amongst them did thine arm appear,

   Thy light and glory shone.


   In God they boasted all the day,

   And in a cheerful throng

   Did thousands meet to praise and pray,

   And grace was all their song.


   But now our souls are seized with shame,

   Confusion fills our face,

   To hear the enemy blaspheme,

   And fools reproach thy grace.


   Yet have we not forgot our God,

   Nor falsely dealt with heav'n,

   Nor have our steps declined the road

   Of duty thou hast giv'n;


   Though dragons all around us roar

   With their destructive breath,

   And thine own hand has bruised us sore

   Hard by the gates of death.


   We are exposed all day to die

   As martyrs for thy cause,

   As sheep for slaughter bound we lie

   By sharp and bloody laws.


   Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,

   Why sleeps thy wonted grace?

   Why should we look like men abhorred

   Or banished from thy face?


   Wilt thou for ever cast us off,

   And still neglect our cries?

   For ever hide thine heav'nly love

   From our afflicted eyes?


   Down to the dust our soul is bowed,

   And dies upon the ground;

   Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,

   And all their powers confound.


   Redeem us from perpetual shame,

   Our Savior and our God;

   We plead the honors of thy name,

   The merits of thy blood.
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  PSALM 45

   S. M.

   The glory of Christ, the success of the Gospel, and the Gentile church.


   My Savior and my King,

   Thy beauties are divine;

   Thy lips with blessings overflow,

   And every grace is thine.


   Now make thy glory known,

   Gird on thy dreadful sword,

   And ride in majesty to spread

   The conquests of thy word.


   Strike through thy stubborn foes,

   Or melt their hearts t' obey,

   While justice, meekness, grace, and truth,

   Attend thy glorious way.


   Thy laws, O God, are right;

   Thy throne shall ever stand;

   And thy victorious gospel proves

   A sceptre in thy hand.


   [Thy Father and thy God

   Hath without measure shed

   His Spirit, like a joyful oil,

   T' anoint thy sacred head.]


   [Behold, at thy right hand

   The Gentile church is seen,

   Like a fair bride in rich attire,

   And princes guard the queen.]


   Fair bride, receive his love,

   Forget thy father's house;

   Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods,

   And pay thy Lord thy vows.


   O let thy God and King

   Thy sweetest thoughts employ;

   Thy children shall his honors sing

   In palaces of joy.
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  PSALM 45

   C. M.

   The personal glories and government of Christ.


   I'll speak the honors of my King,

   His form divinely fair;

   None of his sons of mortal race

   May with the Lord compare.


   Sweet is thy speech, and heav'nly grace

   Upon thy lips is shed;

   Thy God, with blessings infinite,

   Hath crowned thy sacred head.


   Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince,

   Ride with majestic sway;

   Thy terrors shall strike through thy foes,

   And make the world obey.


   Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;

   Thy word of grace shall prove

   A peaceful sceptre in thy hands,

   To rule the saints by love.


   Justice and truth attend thee still,

   But mercy is thy choice;

   And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill

   With most peculiar joys.
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  PSALM 45 PART 1

   L. M.

   The glory of Christ, and power of his gospel.


   Now be my heart inspired to sing

   The glories of my Savior King,

   Jesus the Lord; how heav'nly fair

   His form! how bright his beauties are!


   O'er all the sons of human race

   He shines with a superior grace;

   Love from his lips divinely flows,

   And blessings all his state compose.


   Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord,

   Gird on the terror of thy sword,

   In majesty and glory ride,

   With truth and meekness at thy side.


   Thine anger, like a pointed dart,

   Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart;

   Or words of mercy, kind and sweet,

   Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.


   Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,

   Grace is the sceptre in thy hands;

   Thy laws and works are just and right,

   Justice and grace are thy delight.


   God, thine own God, has richly shed

   His oil of gladness on thy head,

   And with his sacred Spirit blest

   His first-born Son above the rest.
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  PSALM 45 PART 2

   L. M.

   Christ and his church; or, The mystical marriage.


   The King of saints, how fair his face,

   Adorned with majesty and grace!

   He comes with blessings from above,

   And wins the nations to his love.


   At his right hand our eyes behold

   The queen arrayed in purest gold;

   The world admires her heav'nly dress,

   Her robe of joy and righteousness.


   He forms her beauties like his own;

   He calls and seats her near his throne:

   Fair stranger, let thine heart forget

   The idols of thy native state.


   So shall the King the more rejoice

   In thee, the favorite of his choice;

   Let him be loved, and yet adored,

   For he's thy Maker and thy Lord.


   O happy hour, when thou shalt rise

   To his fair palace in the skies,

   And all thy sons (a numerous train)

   Each like a prince in glory reign!


   Let endless honors crown his head;

   Let every age his praises spread;

   While we with cheerful songs approve

   The condescensions of his love.
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  PSALM 46 PART 1

   L. M.

   The church's safety and triumph among national desolations.


   God is the refuge of his saints,

   When storms of sharp distress invade

   Ere we can offer our complaints,

   Behold him present with his aid.


   Let mountains from their seats be hurled

   Down to the deep, and buried there,

   Convulsions shake the solid world,

   Our faith shall never yield to fear.


   Loud may the troubled ocean roar,

   In sacred peace our souls abide,

   While every nation, every shore,

   Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.


   There is a stream, whose gentle flow

   Supplies the city of our God;

   Life, love, and joy still gliding through,

   And wat'ring our divine abode.


   That sacred stream, thine holy word,

   That all our raging fear controls:

   Sweet peace thy promises afford,

   And give new strength to fainting souls.


   Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,

   Secure against a threat'ning hour;

   Nor can her firm foundations move,

   Built on his truth, and armed with power.
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  PSALM 46 PART 2

   L. M.

   God fights for his church.


   Let Zion in her King rejoice;

   Though tyrants rage, and kingdoms rise,

   He utters his almighty voice,

   The nations melt, the tumult dies.


   The Lord of old for Jacob fought,

   And Jacob's God is still our aid:

   Behold the works his hand has wrought,

   What desolations he has made!


   From sea to sea, through all the shores,

   He makes the noise of battle cease;

   When from on high his thunder roars,

   He awes the trembling world to peace.


   He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear

   Chariots he burns with heav'nly flame;

   Keep silence, all the earth, and hear

   The sound and glory of his name.


   "Be still, and learn that I am God;

   I'll be exalted o'er the lands;

   I will be known and feared abroad;

   But still my throne in Zion stands."


   O Lord of hosts, Almighty King,

   While we so near thy presence dwell,

   Our faith shall sit secure, and sing

   Defiance to the gates of hell.
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  PSALM 47

   C. M.

   Christ ascending and reigning.


   O for a shout of sacred joy

   To God the sovereign King!

   Let every land their tongues employ,

   And hymns of triumph sing.


   Jesus our God ascends on high,

   His heav'nly guards around

   Attend him rising through the sky,

   With trumpets' joyful sound.


   While angels shout and praise their King,

   Let mortals learn their strains;

   Let all the earth his honors sing;

   O'er all the earth he reigns.


   Rehearse his praise with awe profound,

   Let knowledge lead the song,

   Nor mock him with a solemn sound

   Upon a thoughtless tongue.


   In Isr'el stood his ancient throne,

   He loved that chosen race;

   But now he calls the world his own,

   And heathens taste his grace.


   The British islands are the Lord's,

   There Abraham's God is known;

   While powers and princes, shields and swords,

   Submit before his throne.
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  PSALM 48 PART 1

   v.1-8

   S. M.

   The church is the honor and safety of a nation.


   [Great is the Lord our God,

   And let his praise be great;

   He makes his churches his abode,

   His most delightful seat.


   These temples of his grace,

   How beautiful they stand!

   The honors of our native place,

   And bulwarks of our land.]


   In Zion God is known,

   A refuge in distress;

   How bright has his salvation shone

   Through all her palaces!


   When kings against her joined,

   And saw the Lord was there,

   In wild confusion of the mind

   They fled with hasty fear.


   When navies tall and proud

   Attempt to spoil our peace,

   He sends his tempests roaring loud,

   And sinks them in the seas.


   Oft have our fathers told,

   Our eyes have often seen,

   How well our God secures the fold

   Where his own sheep have been.


   In every new distress

   We'll to his house repair;

   We'll think upon his wondrous grace,

   And seek deliv'rance there.
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  PSALM 48 PART 2

   v.10-14

   S. M.

   The beauty of the church; or, Gospel worship and order.


   Far as thy name is known,

   The world declares thy praise;

   Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,

   Their songs of honor raise.


   With joy let Judah stand

   On Zion's chosen hill,

   Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,

   And counsels of thy will.


   Let strangers walk around

   The city where we dwell,

   Compass and view thine holy ground,

   And mark the building well;


   The orders of thy house,

   The worship of thy court,

   The cheerful songs, the solemn vows,

   And make a fair report.


   How decent and how wise!

   How glorious to behold!

   Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,

   And rites adorned with gold.


   The God we worship now

   Will guide us till we die,

   Will be our God while here below,

   And ours above the sky.
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  PSALM 49 PART 1

   v.6-14

   C. M.

   Pride and death; or, The vanity of life and riches.

   PAUSE.


   Why doth the man of riches grow

   To insolence and pride,

   To see his wealth and honors flow

   With every rising tide?


   [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,

   Made of the self-same clay,

   And boast as though his flesh was born

   Of better dust than they?]


   Not all his treasures can procure

   His soul a short reprieve,

   Redeem from death one guilty hour,

   Or make his brother live.


   [Life is a blessing can't be sold,

   The ransom is too high;

   Justice will ne'er be bribed with gold,

   That man may never die.]


   He sees the brutish and the wise,

   The tim'rous and the brave,

   Quit their possessions, close their eyes,

   And hasten to the grave.


   Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,-

   My house shall ever stand

   And that my name may long abide,

   I'll give it to my land."


   Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,

   How soon his memory dies!

   His name is written in the dust

   Where his own carcass lies.


   This is the folly of their way;

   And yet their sons, as vain,

   Approve the words their fathers say,

   And act their works again.


   Men void of wisdom and of grace,

   If honor raise them high,

   Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,

   And like the beast they die.


   [Laid in the grave like silly sheep,

   Death feeds upon them there,

   Till the last trumpet break their sleep

   In terror and despair.]
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  PSALM 49 PART 2

   v.14,15

   C. M.

   Death and the resurrection.


   Ye sons of pride, that hate the just

   And trample on the poor,

   When death has brought you down to dust,

   Your pomp shall rise no more.


   The last great day shall change the scene;

   When will that hour appear?

   When shall the just revive, and reign

   O'er all that scorned them here?


   God will my naked soul receive,

   When sep'rate from the flesh;

   And break the prison of the grave,

   To raise my bones afresh.


   Heav'n is my everlasting home,

   Th' inheritance is sure:

   Let men of pride their rage resume,

   But I'll repine no more.
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  PSALM 49

   L. M.

   The rich sinner's death, and the saint's resurrection.


   Why do the proud insult the poor,

   And boast the large estates they have?

   How vain are riches to secure

   Their haughty owners from the grave!


   They can't redeem one hour from death,

   With all the wealth in which they trust;

   Nor give a dying brother breath,

   When God commands him down to dust.


   There the dark earth and dismal shade

   Shall clasp their naked bodies round;

   That flesh, so delicately fed,

   Lies cold and moulders in the ground.


   Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies,

   Laid in the grave for worms to eat:

   The saints shall in the morning rise,

   And find th' oppressor at their feet.


   His honors perish in the dust,

   And pomp and beauty, birth and blood:

   That glorious day exalts the just

   To full dominion o'er the proud.


   My Savior shall my life restore,

   And raise me from my dark abode;

   My flesh and soul shall part no more,

   But dwell for ever near my God.
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  PSALM 50 PART 1

   v.1-6

   C. M.

   The last judgment; or, The saints rewarded.


   The Lord, the Judge, before his throne

   Bids the whole earth draw nigh,

   The nations near the rising sun,

   And near the western sky.


   No more shall bold blasphemers say,

   "Judgment will ne'er begin;"

   No more abuse his long delay

   To impudence and sin.


   Throned on a cloud our God shall come,

   Bright flames prepare his way;

   Thunder and darkness, fire and storm,

   Lead on the dreadful day.


   Heav'n from above his call shall hear,

   Attending angels come,

   And earth and hell shall know and fear

   His justice and their doom.


   "But gather all my saints," he cries,

   "That made their peace with God

   By the Redeemer's sacrifice,

   And sealed it with his blood.


   "Their faith and works, brought forth to light

   Shall make the world confess,

   My sentence of reward is right,

   And heav'n adore my grace."
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  PSALM 50 PART 2

   vv.8,10,11,14,15,23

   C. M.

   Obedience is better than sacrifice.


   Thus saith the Lord, "The spacious fields,

   And flocks, and herds, are mine;

   O'er all the cattle of the hills

   I claim a right divine.


   "I ask no sheep for sacrifice,

   Nor bullocks burnt with fire;

   To hope and love, to pray and praise,

   Is al] that I require.


   "Call upon me when trouble's near,

   My hand shall set thee free

   Then shall thy thankful lips declare

   The honor due to me.


   "The man that offers humble praise,

   He glorifies me best;

   And those that tread my holy ways

   Shall my salvation taste."
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  PSALM 50 PART 3

   v.1,5,8,16,21,22

   C. M.

   The judgment of hypocrites.


   When Christ to judgment shall descend,

   And saints surround their Lord,

   He calls the nations to attend,

   And hear his awful word.


   "Not for the want of bullocks slain

   Will I the world reprove;

   Altars, and rites, and forms are vain,

   Without the fire of love.


   "And what have hypocrites to do

   To bring their sacrifice?

   They call my statutes just and true,

   But deal in theft and lies.


   "Could you expect to 'scape my sight,

   And sin without control?

   But I shall bring your crimes to light,

   With anguish in your soul."


   Consider, ye that slight the Lord,

   Before his wrath appear,

   If once you fall beneath his sword,

   There's no deliv'rer there.
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  PSALM 50 PART 3

   L. M.

   Hypocrisy exposed.


   The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns,

   Let hypocrites attend and fear,

   Who place their hope in rites and forms,

   But make not faith nor love their care.


   Vile wretches dare rehearse his name

   With lips of falsehood and deceit;

   A friend or brother they defame,

   And soothe and flatter those they hate.


   They watch to do their neighbors wrong,

   Yet dare to seek their Maker's face;

   They take his cov'nant on their tongue,

   But break his laws, abuse his grace.


   To heav'n they lift their hands unclean,

   Defiled with lust, defiled with blood;

   By night they practise every sin,

   By day their mouths draw near to God.


   And while his judgments long delay,

   They grow secure and sin the more;

   They think he sleeps as well as they,

   And put far off the dreadful hour.


   O dreadful hour! when God draws near

   And sets their crimes before their eyes!

   His wrath their guilty souls shall tear,

   And no deliv'rer dare to rise.
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  PSALM 50

   The last judgment.

   P. M.


   The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth,

   Calls the south nations and awakes the north;

   From east to west the sounding orders spread,

   Through distant worlds and regions of the dead:

   No more shall atheists mock his long delay;

   His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day!


   Behold, the Judge descends, his guards are nigh;

   Tempest and fire attend him down the sky:

   Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come

   To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom:

   "But gather first my saints," the Judge commands,

   "Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.


   "Behold, my cov'nant stands for ever good,

   Sealed by th' eternal Sacrifice in blood,

   And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew,

   That paid the ancient worship or the new,

   There's no distinction here; come, spread their thrones,

   And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons.


   "I, their Almighty Savior and their God,

   I am their Judge: ye heav'ns, proclaim abroad

   My just eternal sentence, and declare

   Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear:

   Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire;

   I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.


   "Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain

   Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain

   Without the flames of love; in vain the store

   Of brutal off'rings that were mine before;

   Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed,

   Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed.


   "If I were hungry, would I ask thee food?

   When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' blood?

   Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows,

   Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows?

   Are my eyes charmed thy vestments to behold,

   Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?


   "Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please

   A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these,

   While, with my grace and statutes on thy tongue,

   Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong?

   In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,

   Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends.


   "Silent I waited with long-suff'ring love,

   But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove?

   And cherish such an impious thought within,

   That God, the Righteous, would indulge thy sin?

   Behold my terrors now: my thunders roll,

   And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul."


   Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise;

   Awake before this dreadful morning rise;

   Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend,

   Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend

   Lest, like a lion, his last vengeance tear

   Your trembling souls, and no deliv'rer near.
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  PSALM 50

   To the old proper Tune.

   The last judgment.

   PAUSE THE FIRST.

   PAUSE THE SECOND.

   EPIPHONEMA.


   The God of glory sends his summons forth,

   Calls the south nations and awakes the north;

   From east to west the sovereign orders spread,

   Through distant worlds and regions of the dead:

   The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices

   Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.


   No more shall atheists mock his long delay;

   His vengeance sleeps no more; behold the day:

   Behold, the Judge descends; his guards are nigh;

   Tempests and fire attend him down the sky.

   When God appears, all nature shall adore him;

   While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.


   "Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come

   To hear my justice, and the sinner's doom;

   But gather first my saints," the Judge commands,

   "Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands."

   When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion

   And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation.


   "Behold, my cov'nant stands for ever good,

   Sealed by th' eternal Sacrifice in blood,

   And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew,

   That paid the ancient worship or the new."

   There's no distinction here; join all your voices,

   And raise your heads, ye saints, for heav'n rejoices.


   "Here," saith the Lord, "ye angels, spread their thrones