4 Shall I be ftill tormented more?
Mine eyes confum'd with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thy hand affords relief?

5 He hears when duft and afhes speak;
He pities all our groans;
He faves us for his mercy's fake,
And heals our broken bones.

6 The virtue of his fov'reign word
Reftores our fainting breath;

But filent graves praife not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death.

PSALM VI.

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Long Metre.

Temptations in fickness overcome.

ORD, I can fuffer thy rebukes

When thou with kindness doft chastise

But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear;
O let it not against me rise!

2 Pity my languishing cftate,

And cafe the forrows which I feel;
The wounds thine heavy hand hath made,
O let thy gentler touches heal!

3 See how I pafs my weary days

In fighs and groans; and when 'tis night, My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief confumes and dims my fight. 4 Look how the pow'rs of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When fhall thine hour of grace return? When fhall I make thy grace my fong! I feel my flefh fo near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to defpair:

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But graves can never praise the Lord,
For all is duft and filence there.

6 Depart, ye tempters, from my foul;
And all defpairing thoughts, depart;
My God, who hears my humble moan,
Will ease my flesh and cheer my heart.

PSALM VII.

Common Metre.

God's care of his people, and punishment of perfecutors,

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Y truft is in my heav'nly Friend,
My hope in thee, my God;
Rife, and my helpless life defend
From those who feek my blood.
2 With infolence and fury they
My foul in pieces tear,

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As hungry lions rend the prey
When no deliv'rer's near.

If I had e'er provok'd them first,
Or once abus'd my foe,

Then let him tread my life to dust,

And lay mine honour low.

4 If there be malice hid in me,.
I know thy piercing eyes;
I fhould not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.

5 Arife, my God, lift up thy hand,
Their pride and pow'r control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliv'rance for my foul.

PAUSE.

6 [Let finners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the duft:

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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 fharpeft arrows he ordains

Against the fons of spite.

8 For me their malice digg'd a pit,
But there themfelves are caft ;
My God makes all their mischief light
On their own heads at laft.]

9 That cruel, perfecuting race

Muft feel his dreadful fword;
Awake, my foul, and praife the grace
And justice of the Lord.

PSALM VIII.

Short Metre.

God's fovereignty and goodness; and man's dominion

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over the creatures.

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 wond'ring eyes,

And fee the moon complete in light
Adorn the darkfome fkies:

When I furvey the stars,

And all their fhining forms,

Lord, what is man, that worthless thing,
A-kin to duft and worms!

Lord, what is worthless man,
That thou should'ft love him fo!

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Next to thine angels is he plac'd,
And lord of all below.

Thine honours crown his head,
While beafts like flaves obey,
And birds that cut the air with wings,
And fish that cleave the fea.

6 How rich thy bounties are!
And wondrous are thy ways:

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Of duft and worms thy pow'r can frame
A monument of praise.

[Out of the mouths of babes
And fucklings, thou canft draw
Surprising honours to thy name!
And ftrike 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 fhine.]

PSALM VIII.

Common Metre.

Christ's condefcenfion and glorification; or, God made man.

LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heav'nly state
Let men and babes proclaim.

2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon which rules the night,
And ftars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light:

3 Lord, what is man or all his race,
Who dwells fo far below,

That thou should'ft vifit him with grace,
And love his nature fo!

4 That thine eternal Son fhould bear
To take a mortal form,

Made lower than his angels are,
To fave a dying worm!

5 [Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown,
And men would not adore,
Th' obedient feas and fifhes own
His Godhead and his pow'r.

6 The waves lay fpread beneath his feet;
And fish, at his command,
Bring their large fhoals to Peter's net,
Bring tribute to his hand.

7 Thefe leffer glories of the Son

Shone through the fleshly cloud;
Now we behold him on his throne,
And men confefs him God.]
8 Let him be crown'd with majefty
Who bow'd his head to death;
And be his honours founded high,
By all things that have breath.

9 Jefus, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name;
The glories of thy heav'nly ftate

Let the whole earth proclaim.

PSALM VIII. ver. 1, 2. Paraphrafed. First part. Long Metre.

The bofanna of the children; or, infants praifing God. LMIGHTY Ruler of the fkies,

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Thro' the wide earth thy name is fpread; And thine eternal glories rife

O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made.