2 My God! my fupplications hear, 3 My pray'rs before the morning light, 5 The fool before thee fhall not ftand, 8 With righteousness make ftrait my path, 9 Neither their heart nor mouth have faith, Their throat's a grave, a fnare their tongue... 10 By their own counfels firft betray'd, Let their tranfgreffions them deftroy, With their huge heap of fins o'erlaid: 11 Then shall the righteous fhout for joy; In fongs their praise they fhall exprefs, Thy favour still on them defcends; 12 Th' upright in heart the Lord will bless, And like a faving shield defends. [By J. P.] Pfalm VI. Long Metre. LORD, I can fuffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness doft chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear; O let not this against me rife. 2 Pity my languishing cftate; And thofe perplexities I feel; 3 The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal. 4 Lord, 4 Lord, for thy goodnefs fake, return, And fave my life; for in the grave 5 None can remember thee, nor thou Thankful acknowledgments canft have. 6 See how I pafs my weary days In fighs and groans; and when 'tis night 9 The Lord hath heard my pray'r; and thofe Shall in confufion turn away. [By N. B. and N. T.] Pfalm VII. Lord, my God, fince I have plac'd my truft alone in thee, From all my perfecutors rage. do thou deliver me. 2 To fave me from my threat'ning foe, Lord, interpofe thy pow'r, Left, like a favage lion, he my helpless foul devour. 3 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er against his peace combine, Nay if I have not fpar'd his life who fought unjustly mine; 5 Let then to perfecuting foes my foul become a prey; Let them to earth tread down my life, In duft my honour lay. 6 Arife, my God, lift up thy hand, their pride and pow'r controul; B. 2. Awa Awake to judgment, and command deliv'rance for my foul. 7 So to thy throne adoring crouds. fhall ftill for refuge fly; O therefore for their fakes refume 8 Impartial judge of all the world, 9 Let wicked arts, and wicked men But guard the juft, thou God, to whom the hearts of both are known. 10, 11 God me protects, nor only me, but all of upright heart; And daily heaps up wrath for thofe who from his laws depart. 12 If they perfift, he whets his fword, his bow ftands ready bent'; 13 Ev'n now with fwift deftruction wing'd,. his pointed fhafts are fent. 14 The plots are fruitless which my foe unjustly did conceive; 15 The pit he dig'd for me has prov'd his own untimely grave. 16 On his own head his fpight returns, whilft I from harm am free: On him the violence has fall'n which he defign'd for me. 17 Therefore will I the righteous, ways of Providence proclaim; I'll fing the praife of God moft high, and celebrate his name. Pfalm [By Sir J. D.] Pfalm VIII. Lord, thy excellence is known Thou fit ft upon thy glorious throne, 2 Babes newly born, who draw the breast, 3 When to thy glorious works on high The moon, the ftars, the fpangled sky, 4 Alas! what's man, I then reflect, 5 Next angels is his glorious ftate; 6 All things which elfe thou didst create to his fubjection bow: 7, 8 Their wealth for tribute, as his own, air, earth, and fea prefent. 9 O Lord, thy excellence is known, beyond the world's extent.. [By N. B. and N. T.] Pfalm. VIII. Metre 2d. Thou to whom all creatures bow Thro' all the world how great art thou! In Heav'n thy wond'rous acts are fang, nor fully reckon'd there; 2 And yet thou mak'ft the infant tongue thy boundless praise declare. B 3 ག་ Thro' thee the weak confound the strong, and crush their haughty foes, And fo thou quell'ft the wicked thrọng, which thee and thine oppose. 3 When Heav'n, thy beauteous work on high, 4 What's man (fay I) that, Lord, thou 5 Him next in pow'r thou didst create 6 Ordain'd with dignity and ftate, They jointly own his pow'rful fway, lov'ft... buil bas 9 O thou to whom all creatures bow, s within this earthly frame, Thro' all the world how great art thou? how glorious is thy name? [By I. W.] Pfalm VIII Metre 3d. 'Apply'd to Chrift according to Hebr. ii. 6, 7, 8, 9. Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great is thine exalted name! Eg The glories of thy heav'nly ftate let men and babes proclaim.". 2 When I behold thy works on high, the moon that rules the night, And ftars that well adorn the sky, thofe moving worlds of light; 3 Lord, what is man, or all his who dwells fo far below, race, That |