VII.

Pfalm CXVI.

Thou, who when I did complain,
Didst all my Griefs remove,

O Saviour, do not now disdain
My humble Praise and Love.

2 Since thou a pitying Ear didst give
And hear me when I pray'd,
I'll call upon thee while I live,
And never doubt thy aid.

3 Pale Death with all his ghastly Train
My Soul encompast round,

Anguish and Sin, and Dread and Pain
On every fide I found.

4 To thee, O Lord of Life, I pray'd
And did for Succour flee:

O fave (in my Distress I said)

The Soul that trufts in thee!

5 How good thou art! How large thy Grace! How easy to forgive!

The helpless thou delight'ft to raise:
And by thy Love I live.

6 Then, O my Soul, be never more
With anxious Thoughts distrest,

God's bounteous Love doth thee restore
To Eafe and Joy and Reft.

7 My Eyes no longer drown'd in Tears
My Feet from falling free,

Redeem'd from Death and guilty Fears
O Lord, I'll live to thee!

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VIII.

Pfalm CXVII.

E Nations, who the Globe divide,

YE

Ye numerous Nations scatter'd wide,'
To God your grateful Voices raise :
To all his boundless Mercies shewn,
His Truth to endless Ages known

Require our endless Love and Praise.
2 To him who reigns inthron'd on high,
To his dear Son, who deign'd to die,
Our Guilt and Errors to remove;
To that bleft Spirit who Grace imparts,
Who rules in all believing Hearts,
Be ceaseless Glory, Praise and Love!

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I'LL

IX.

Pfalm CXLVI.

'Ll praise my Maker while I've Breath And when my Voice is loft in Death Praise shall employ my nobler Powers. My Days of Praise fhall ne'er be past While Life and Thought and Being laft, Or Immortality endures.

2 Happy the Man whofe hopes rely On Ifrael's God: He made the Sky

And Earth and Seas with all their Train: His Truth for ever stands fecure; He faves th' Oppreft; he feeds the Poor, And none shall find his Promise vain.

3 The Lord pours Eye-fight on the Blind, The Lord fupports the fainting Mind,

He fends the labouring Conscience Peace,

He helps the Stranger in distress,
The Widow and the Fatherless,

And grants the Prisoner fweat Release. 4 I'll praise him while he lend's me Breath, And when my Voice is loft in Death,

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Praise fhall employ my nobler Powers: My Days of Praise fhall ne'er be past, While Life and Thought and Being last, Or Immortality endures.

X.

Pfalm CXLVII.

PRaife ye the Lord: 'Tis good to raise

Our Hearts and Voices in his Praise,

His Nature and his Works invite

To make this Duty our Delight.

2 He form'd the Stars, thofe heavenly Flames
He counts their Numbers, calls their Names
His Wifdom 's vast and knows no Bound,
A deep where all our Thoughts are drown'd.
3 Great is the Lord and great his Might
And all his Glory's infinite

He crowns the Meek, rewards the Just,
And treads the Wicked to the Duft.

4 Sing to the Lord exalt him high,.
Who spreads his Clouds around the Sky,
There he prepares the fruitful Rain,
Nor lets the Drops descend in vain.

5 He makes the Grafs the Hills adorn
And cloathes the smiling Fields with Corn.
The Beasts with Food his Hands fupply
And the young Ravens when they cry.

6. What

6 What is the Creature's Skill or Force?
The spritely Man or warlike Horse?
The piercing Wit, the active Limb?
All are too mean Delights for him.

7 But Saints are lovely in his Sight
He views his Children with Delight:
He fees their Hope, he knows their Fear,
And looks and loves his Image there.

8 Praife God from whom all Bleffings flow.
Praise him all Creatures here below:
Praise him above, ye heavenly Hoft
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

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XI.

Hymn to God the Father.
HAil, Father, whofe creating Call

Unnumber'd Worlds attend,

Fehovah, comprehending all,

Whom none can comprehend!

2 In Light unsearchable inthron'd
Which Angels dimly fee;

The Fountain of the God-head own'd
And foremost of the Three.

3 From thee thro' an eternal Now,
The Son, thine Offspring, flow'd;
An everlasting Father thou,
As everlasting God.

4 Nor quite difplay'd to Worlds above,
Nor quite on Earth conceal'd:

By wondrous, unexhausted Love

To mortal Man reveal'd :

5 Supreme and all fufficient God,
When Nature shall expire
And Worlds created by thy Nod
Shall perish by thy Fire.

6 Thy Name Fehovah be ador'd
By Creatures without End,
Whom none but thy essential Word
And Spirit comprehend.

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XII.

Hymn to God the Son.

HAil, God the Son, in Glory crown'd

E'er Time began to be,

Thron'd with thy Sire thro' half the Round
Of wide Eternity!

2 Let Heaven and Earth's ftupendous Frame Display their Author's Power,

And each exalted Seraph Flame,
Creator, thee adore!

3 Thy wondrous Love the God-head fhew'd Contracted to a Span,

The Co-eternal Son of God,

The mortal Son of Man.

4 To fave Mankind from lost Estate,
Behold his Life-Blood Stream !
Hail, Lord Almighty to create !
Almighty to redeem !

5 The Mediator's Godlike fway,
His Church beneath fuftains:
Till Nature shall her Judge furvey
The King Meffiah reigns.