4 Fools never raife their thoughts fo high;
Like brutes they live, like brutes they die ;
Like grafs they flourish, 'till thy breath
Blaft them in everlasting death.

5 But I fhall fhare a glorious part,
When grace hath well refin'd my heart,
And fresh fupplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.

6 Sin (my worst enemy before)

Shall vex my eyes and ears no more;
My inward foes fhall all be flain,
Nor Satan break my peace again.

Then fhall I fee, and hear, and know,
All I defir'd or with'd below;
And ev'ry pow'r find fweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

PSALM XCII. 2d Part. Long Metre.
Ver. 12, &c. The church is the garden of God.

.I

ORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by thy hand;

Let me within thy courts be seen
Like a young cedar, fresh and green.

2 There grow thy faints in faith and love,
Bleft with thine influence from above;
Not Lebanon, with all its trees,
Yields fuch a comely fight as these.

3 The plants of grace fhall ever live ;
(Nature decays, but grace muft thrive)
Time, that doth all things else impair,
Still makes them flourish ftrong, and fair.

4 Laden with fruits of age, they fhew
The Lord is holy, just and true:
None that attend his gates fhall find
A God unfaithful or unkind.

PSALM XCIII.

JE

Long Metre.

The eternal and fovereign God.
EHOVAH reigns; he dwells in light,
Girded with majefty and might :
The world, created by his hands,
Still on its first foundation stands.
2 But ere this fpacious world was made,
Or had its firit foundation laid,
Thy throne eternal ages ftood,
Thyfelf the ever-living God.

3 Like floods the angry nations rife,
And aim their rage against the fkies;
Vain floods, that aim their rage so high!"
At thy rebuke the billows die.

4 For ever fhall thy throne endure;
Thy promise ftands for ever sure
And everlasting holiness

Becomes the dwellings of thy grace.

PSALM XCIII. ft Part. Partic.Metre.
I THE Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high:
His robes of ftate are ftrength and majesty :
This wide creation rofe at his command,
Built by his word, and 'stablish'd by his hand :
Long flood his throne ere he began creation,
And his own Godhead is the firm foundation.
2 God is th' eternal King. Thy foes in vain
Raise their rebellions to confound thy reign:
In vain the ftorms, in vain the floods arife,
And roar, and tofs their waves against the skies:

Foaming at heav'n,they rage with wild commotion, But heav'n's high arches fcorn the fwelling ocean. 3 Ye tempefts, rage no more; ye floods, be ftill; And the mad world fubmiffive to his will:Built on his truth, his church muft ever stand Firm are his promifes, and strong his hand: See his own fons, when they appear before him, Bow at his footstool, and with fear adore him.

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PSALM XCIII. 2d Part. Partic. Metre.

I

3

HE Lord Jehovah reigns,

THE

And royal state maintains,

His head with awful glories crown'd;
Array'd in robes of light,
Begirt with fov'reign might,
And rays of majefty around.

Upheld by thy commands,
The world fecurely ftands;
And fkies and ftars obey thy word :
Thy throne was fix'd on high,
Before the ftarry sky;

Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord.

In vain the noify crowd,

Like billows fierce and loud, Against thine empire rage and roar : In vain, with angry spite,

The furly nations fight,

And dafh like waves against the fhore.
4 Let floods and nations rage,
And all their pow'rs engage :
Let fwelling tides affault the fky;
The terrors of thy frown

Shall beat their madnefs down;
Thy throne for ever ftands on high.

5 Thy promifes are true,

Thy grace is ever new;

There fix'd, thy church fhall ne'er remove; Thy faints with holy fear

Shall in thy courts appear, And fing thine everlasting love.

Repeat the fourth ftanza, if necessary.

PSALM XCIV. 1ft Part. Com. Metre.

Ver. 1, 2, 7-14.

Saints chaftifed, and finners deftroyed; or, inftructive afflictions.

GOD, to whom revenge belongs,
Proclaim thy wrath aloud;

Let fov'reign pow'r redrefs our wrongs,
Let juftice fmite the proud.

2 They fay, "The Lord nor fees nor hears ;"
When will the fools be wife !
Can he be deaf, who form'd their ears?
Or blind, who made their eyes?

3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain,
And they fhall feel his pow'r ;
His wrath fhall pierce their fouls with pain,
In fome furprifing hour.

4 But if thy faints deferve rebuke,
Thou haft a gentler rod;

Thy providences and thy book

Shall make them know their God.

5 Bleft is the man thy hands chastise,
And to his duty draw:

Thy fcourges make thy children wife,
When they forget thy law.

6 But God will ne'er caft off his faints,
Nor his own promise break;
He pardons his inheritance,

For their Redeemer's fake.

PSALM XCIV. 2d Part. Com. Metre. Ver. 16-23.

God our fupport and comfort; or, deliverance from temptation and perfecution..

I

HO will arife and plead my right
Against my num'rous foes?

WHO

While earth and hell their force unite,
And all my hopes oppofe.

2 Had not the Lord, my Rock, my Help,
Suftain'd my fainting head,

3

My life had now in filence dwelt,
My foul amongst the dead.

"Alas! my fliding feet," 1 cry'd ;
Thy promife was my prop:

Thy grace ftood conftant by my fide;
Thy fpirit bore me up.

4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts
Within my bofom roll,

5

Thy boundless love forgives my faults,
Thy comforts cheer my foul.

Pow'rs of iniquity may rife,

And frame pernicious laws;

But God, my refuge, rules the skies,
He will defend my cause.

6 Let malice vent her rage aloud,
Let bold blafphemers fcoff;

The Lord our God fhall judge the proud, And cut the finners off.