That thou should'ft vifit him with grace, and love his nature so?

4 That thine eternal Son should bear to take a mortal form,

Made lower than his angels are, to fave a dying worm?

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Let him be crown'd with majesty who bow'd his head to death; And be his honours founded high,, by all things that have breath.

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6 Jefus, our Lord, how wond'rous great is thine exalted name!.

The glories of thy heav'nly ftate let the whole earth proclaim.

[By N. B. and N. 7. Pfalm IX.

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O celebrate thy praife, O Lord,

To all the lift'ning world thy works, thy wond'rous works declare.

2 The thought of them shall to my foul exalted pleafure bring;

Whilft to thy name, O thou moft high, triumphant praife I fing.

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3 Thou mad'ft my haughty foes to turn their backs in fhameful flight;

Struck with thy prefence, down they fell,
they perifh'd at thy fight.

4 Against infulting foes thou didst
thy fervants caufe maintain;
My right afferting from thy throne,
where truth and juftice reign.

5 By thy rebuke the heathen ftand
to just deftruction doom'd;
6 In duft the cities of their land,
and ev'n their 'name's intomb'd.

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7 The Lord for ever lives, who hath
his righteous throne prepar'd
8 Impartial juftice to difpence,
to punish or reward.

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God is a conftant fure defence against oppreffing rage;

As troubles rife, his needful aids. in our behalf engage..

10 All thofe that have his goodness prov'd will in his truth confide;

Whose mercy ne'er forfook the man that on his help rely'd.

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11 Sing praises therefore to the Lord from Sion his abode ;

Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
confefs. no other God.

12 When he inquiry makes for blood.
he calls the poor to mind;
The injur'd humble man's complaint
relief from him shall find.

Take pity on my troubles, Lord,
which fpiteful foes create;
Thou that haft refcued me fo oft
from death's devouring gate."

14 In Sion then I'll fing thy praife
to all that love thy name;
And with loud fhouts of grateful joy
thy faving pow'r proclaim.

15 Deep in the pit, the dig'd for me,
the heathen pride is laid:
Their guilty feet to their own fnare
are heedlefly betray'd.

16 Thus by the juft returns he makes

the righteous Lord is known;

While wicked men by their own plots are fhamefully o'erthrown.

17 The wicked fhall fink down to hell; wrath fhall confume all thofe,

The great in pow'r, who God forget, and his juft laws oppose.

18 His fuff'ring faints, when most distress'd, he ne'er forgets to aid; Their expectation fhall be crown'd, tho? for a time delay'd.

19 Rife, Lord, and to the heathen show thy mighty pow'r, and then

20 Their fears fhall teach them thou alone art God, and they are men.

[By Sir J. D.] Pfalm X. Long Metre.

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Ord, why art thou from us fo far, While we in great afflictions are? 2 Thy face from us why doft thou hide, Now that the wicked. fwell with pride? In their own plots let them be loft, 3 Whilft of their lufts they vainly boaft, And thofe applaud who're fill'd with ftores, Yet covet. more; whom God abhors. 4 The wicked's heart and looks are high, His fcornful thoughts ev'n God defy; 5 He thinks as far remov'd he is From God's regard, as God from his.. 6 Puffs at his foes, and says, his state Is fafe, above the pow'r of fate; 7 His mouth with blafphemy is fill'd, His tongue in lies and mifchief skill'd, 8 And as the watchful lion lies, In covert elofe, his prey to feize,

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He in his lurking places fits,

Till o'er the poor he draws his nets:

10 Puts on humility's difguife,

Till the deceiv'd he can furprize;

11 Thinks, of fuch things God takes no care, Or they by him forgotten are..

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12 Lift up thy hand, O Lord, and rife;
To thee for aid the humble cries.
13 Why fhould the wicked fcoff, and fay,
Thou never wilt their deeds repay?
14 But thou beholdft their cruel fpight,
And all their malice wilt requite.
To thee the poor flies in diftrefs,
And thou wilt help the fatherless.
15 Lord, fo destroy this wicked race,
That not their name remain, nor place!
The heathen of the land are flain ;
16 But God eternally fhall reign.
17 Prepare our hearts, and then thy ear
Freely our humble cries will hear:
18 Nor fhall the orphans and distrest
By earthly man be more oppreft.

[By Sir R. B.] Pfalm XI. Long Metre.

Y foul with hope thy promife fills,
Then why do my advifers cry,

To mountains, caves, or lonely hills,
Swift as a bird for fafety fly?

2 The wicked bend their bow, and make
'Their arrows ready on the ftring,
And aim from lurking places take,
Deftruction on the good to bring.

3 If the foundations, right, and laws,
Are by oppreffion broken thro',
What, to withstand the pow'rful caufe,
Can the few friendlefs righteous do?

4 In heav'n, his holy place on high,
The Lord fits awful on his throne;
He views all nations with his eye

Το prove, and make men's actions known.
5 He doth the righteous man chaftife,
And tries his patience by the fmart;
But do's the violent despise,

And hates the wicked from his heart.

6 He on the wicked fnares fhall rain, Torments and vengeful tempefts pour, Brimftone and fire and dreadful pain (Sad portion!) fhall th' unjust devour. 7 For the most right'ous Lord doth place His love on truth and righteoufnefs, And with the brightnefs of his face He will the juft and faithful bless.

Pfalm XII.

Help, Lord! for godliness is loft,

and faith from earth departs;

2 Men to their neighbours falfly boast, or lie with double hearts.

3 But lips of flatt'ry God cuts off,
the tongue of pride he'll curb:
4 Shall not our tongue prevail, fay they,
what pow'r fhall us disturb?

5 God to relieve th' oppreft will rife,
tho' now they figh and weep,
Those that defpife them he'll defpife,
and them in fafety keep.

6 His words from all deceit are free,
his truth has oft been try'd:
Silver is not so free from dross,
tho' feven times purify'd.

7 Thy promife, Lord, fhall never fail,
to keep the juft from harm: