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ATTEND, O earth, whilst I declare
God's uncontroul'd decree;
"Thou art my son, this day my heir
2" Ask and receive thy full demands;
3 Appease the Son with due respect,
4 If but in part his anger rise,
Then blest are they whose hope relies . On his most holy name.
1 STAND ye in awe of God's commands, Flee ev'ry thing that's ill;
Commune in private with your hearts,
2 The place of other sacrifice
And let your hope, securely fix'd,
3 While worldly minds impatient grow
Still let the glories of thy face
4 To Father, Son, and Holy-Ghost,
1 LORD, hear the voice of my complaint, Accept my secret pray'r;
To thee alone, my King, my God,
2 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear,
To thee devoutly I'll look up,
To thee devoutly pray.
3 0 let all those who trust in thee
4 To righteous men the righteous Lord
And with his favour all his saints,
As with a shield defend.
Thou, to whom all creatures bow
Through all the world how great art thou!
2 When heav'n, thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wand'ring sight;
The moon that nightly rules the sky,
3 What's man, (say I,) that, Lord, thou lov'st To keep him in thy mind?
Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st
4 Him next in pow'r thou didst create
Ordain'd with dignity and state
5 They jointly own his pow'rful sway;
6 0 thou, to whom all creatures bow
PSALM 8. OLD VERSION.
1God our Lord, how wonderful
Thy fame surmounts in dignity
2 Ev'n by the mouth of sucking babes.
3 And when I see the heav'ns above,
4 Lord, what is man, that thou of him
Or what the Son of Man, whom thou
To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
To all the list'ning world thy works,
2 The thought of them shall to my soul
Whilst to thy name, O thou most high,
3 All those who have his goodness prov'd,
4 Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord
Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
ORD, who's the happy man that may
Not, stranger-like, to visit them,
2 'Tis he, whose ev'ry thought and deed
3 Who never did a slander forge
4 Who to his plighted vows and trust
And, though he promise to his loss,
5 The man, who by this steady course
When earth's foundation shakes, shall stand, By Providence secur'd.
1 MY soul shall ever bless the Lord,
Whose precepts give me light,
And private counsel still afford
2 I strive each action to approve
No dangers shall my hopes remove,