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Then let him tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honour low.

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

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


6 [Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust:

Shall not the God of truth engage

To vindicate the just ?

7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins,
He will defend th' upright:
His sharpest arrows he ordains
Against the sons of spite.

8 For me their malice digg'd a pit, But there themselves are cast;


My God makes all their mischief light
On their own heads at last.]

9 That cruel, persecuting race
Must feel his dreadful sword;
Awake, my soul, and praise the grace
And justice of the Lord.

PSALM 8.-S. M. [*]

God's sovereignty and goodness; and man's minion over the creatures. LORD, our heavenly King,

10 name 3

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 see the moon, complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies:

3 When I survey the stars,
And all their shining forms,
Lord, what is man, that worthless thing,
Akin to dust and worms!

4 Lord, what is worthless man,
That thou shouldst love him so!
Next to thine angels is he plac'd,
And lord of all below.


Thine honours crown his head,
While beasts like slaves obey,
And birds that cut the air with wings,
And fish that cleave the sea.

How rich thy bounties are!
And wondrous are thy ways:
Of dust and worms thy pow'r can frame
A monument of praise.

7 [Out of the mouths of babes

And sucklings thou canst draw
Surprising honours to thy name!

And strike the world with awe.


8 O Lord, our heav'nly King, Thy name is all divine:

ar Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine.]

PSALM 8.-C. M. [*] Christ's condescension and glorification; or, God made man.

10 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 stars, that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light:

3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwell so far below,
That thou shouldst visit 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 save a dying worm!

5 [Yet while he lived on earth unknown,
And men would not adore,

Th' obedient seas and fishes own
His Godhead and his pow'r.

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

7 These lesser glories of the Son

Shone through the fleshy cloud; Now we behold him on his throne, And men confess him God.]

8 Let him be crown'd with majesty Who bow'd his head to deatli;

And be his honours sounded high,
By all things that have breath.

9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great . Is thine exalted name;

The glories of thy heav'nly state
Let the whole earth proclaim.

PSALM 8.-1st Part. L. M. I
Ver. 1, 2, paraphrased.

The hosanna of the children; or, infants prais
ing God.
LMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,
Through the wide earth thy name is,


And thine eternal glories rise

O'er all the heavens thy hands have made.

2 To thee the voices of the young
A monument of honour raise;
And babes, with uninstructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.
8 Thy power assists their tender age

To bring proud rebels to the ground;
To still the bold blasphemer's rage,
And all their policies confound.
4 Children amidst thy temple throng
To see their great Redeemer's face;
The son of David is their song,
And young hosannas fill the place.
5 The frowning scribes and angry priests
In vain their impious cavils bring;
Revenge sits silent in their breasts,
While Jewish babes proclaim their King.

PSALM 8.-2d Part. L. M. [b]
Ver. 3, &c. paraphrased.

Adam and Christ, lords of the old and new creation.

LORD, what was man when made at first!

the offspring of the dust!

That thou shouldst 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!

3 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 among 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 mis'ries which attend the fall,
New made, and glorious, shall submit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.

PSALM 9.-1st Part. C. M. [*] Wrath and mercy from the judgment seat. 7ITH my whole heart I'll raise my song,

W 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.

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