PSALM 8.

SECOND PART.

L. M..

Verses paraphrased, from 3 to 8.

Adam and Christ, Lords of the Old and New Creation.

1 LORD, what was man when made at first,

Adam the offspring of the dust,

That thou should'st set him and his race
But just below an angel's place?

2 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 honours shall thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born!

4 See him below his angels made,
See him in dust amongst the dead,
To save a ruin'd world from sin;
But he shall reign with power divine.

5 The world to come, redeem'd from all
The miseries that attend the fall,

New-made and glorious, shall submit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.

PSALM 9.

FIRST PART.

C. Metre.

Verses paraphrased, 1 to 4, and 9, 10, 11.

Wrath and Mercy, from the Judgment-Seat.

1. 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,

2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace;
My God prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteousness,
And make his vengeance known.

3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor opprest;
To save the people of his love,
And give the weary rest.

4 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.

5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill,

Who executes his threatening word,
And doth his grace fulfil.

PSALM 9.

SECOND PART.

C. Metre.

The verses paraphrased are, from the twelfth to the end.

The Wisdom and Equity of Providence.

1 WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just,

Shall once inquire for blood,

The humble souls that mourn in dust
Shall find a faithful God.

2 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.

3 His foes shall fall with heedless feet,
Into the pit they made;
And sinners perish in the net

That their own hands had spread.

4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God,
Are thy deep counsels known;
When men of mischief are destroyed,
The snare must be their own.

PAUSE.

5 The wicked shall sink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Against thy known commands.

6 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,

7 [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.

8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain;
Make them confess that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.]

PSALM 10. Common Metre.

Prayer heard, and Saints saved; or Pride, Atheism, and Oppression,

punished.

FOR A HUMILIATION-DAY.

1 WHY doth the Lord stand off so far,

And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?

2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy power?

Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?

3 They put thy judgments from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
They boast in their exalted height,
That they shall fall no more.

4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand,
Attend our humble cry;

No enemy shall dare to stand,
When God ascends on high.

PAUSE.

5 Why do the men of malice rage, And say, with foolish pride,

'The God of heaven will ne'er engage
'To fight on Zion's side?'

6 But thou for ever art our Lord;
And powerful is thine hand,
As when the heathens felt thy sword,
And perish'd from thy land.

7 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.

8 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. Long Metre.

God loves the Righteous, and hates the Wicked.

My
Y refuge is the God of love;
Why do my foes insult and cry,

Fly like a timorous trembling dove,

To distant woods or mountains fly?

2 If government be all destroy'd,

(That firm foundation of our peace) And violence make justice void,

Where shall the righteous seek redress?

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