PSALM XCV. Common Metre. A Pfalm before prayer.
I ING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his ftrength rejoice;
When his falvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.
2 With thanks approach his awful fight,
And pfalms of honour fing;
The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King!
Let princes hear, let angels know,
How mean their natures feem, Thofe gods on high, and gods below, When once compar'd with him.
4 Earth, with its caverns, dark and deep, Lies in his fpacious hand;
He fix'd the feas what bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.
5 Come, and with humble fouls adore;
Come, kneel before his face ;
O may the creatures of his pow'r
Be children of his grace!
6 Now is the time he bends his ear,
And waits for your request;
Come, left he rouse his wrath, and swear,
"Ye shall not see my rest."
PSALM XCV. Short Metré.
A Pfalm before fermon.
NOME, found his praife abroad,
And hymns of glory fing;
Jehovah is the fov'reign God,
The universal King,
2 He form'd the deeps unknown;
He gave the feas their bound;
The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And all the folid ground.
3 Come, worship at his throne,
Come, bow before the Lord :
We are his works, and not our own,
He form'd us by his word.
To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
But if your ears refuse
The language of his grace,
And hearts grow hard, like ftubborn Jews,
That unbelieving race;
6 The Lord, in vengeance dreft,
Will lift his hand and fwear,
"You that defpife my promis'd rest
"Shall have no portion there."
PSALM XCV. 1,2,3,6-11. Long Metre.
Canaan loft through unbelief: or, a warning to
OME, let our voices join to raife
A facred fong of folemn praife:
God is a fov'reign King, rehearse
His honours in exalted verfe.
* Come, let our fouls addrefs the Lord,
Who fram'd our natures with his word:
He is our fhepherd; we the fheep.
His mercy chofe, his paftures keep.
3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day,
The councils of his love obey;
Nor let our harden'd hearts renew
The fins and plagues that Ifr'el knew.
4 Ifr'el, that faw his works of grace,
Tempted their Maker to his face;
A faithlefs unbelieving brood,
That tir'd the patience of their God.
Thus faith the Lord, "How false they prove!
"Forget my pow'r; abuse my love :
"Since they despise my rest, I swear
"Their feet fhall never enter there."
6 [Look back, my foul, with holy dread,
And view thofe ancient rebels dead ;
Attend the offer'd grace to-day,
Nor lofe the bleffing by delay.
7 Seize the kind promise, while it waits,
And march to Zion's heav'nly gates:
Believe, and take the promis'd reft,
Obey, and be for ever bleft.]
PSALM XCVI. 1, 10, &c. Com. Metre.
Chrift's first and second coming.
ING to the Lord, ye diftant lands,
Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue :
His new-difcover'd grace demands
A new and nobler fong.
2 Say to the nations, Jefus reigns,
God's own Almighty Son;
His pow'r the finking world fuftains,
And grace furrounds his throne.
3 Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day,
Joy through the earth be feen;
Let cities fhine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green.
4 Let an unusual joy furprise
The iflands of the fea :
Ye mountains fink, ye vallies rife,
Prepare the Lord his way.
5 Behold, he comes! he comes to blefs
The nations as their God;
To fhew the world his righteoufnefs,
And fend his truth abroad.
6 But when his voice fhall raise the dead,
And bid the world draw near,
How will the guilty nations dread
To fee their Judge appear!
PSALM XCVI. Particular Metre.
ET all the earth their voices raise,
To fing the choiceft pfalm of praise,
To fing and blefs Jehovah's name ;
His glory let the heathens know,
His wonders to the nations fhow,
And all his faving works proclaim.
2 The heathens know thy glory, Lord;
The wond'ring nations read thy word;
Among us is JEHOVAH known :
Our worship fhall no more be paid
To gods which mortal hands have made ;
Our Maker is our God alone.
3 He fram'd the globe, he built the sky,
He made the fhining worlds on high,
And reigns complete in glory there:
His beams are majefty and light;
His beauties, how divinely bright!
His temple, how divinely fair!
4 Come, the great day, the glorious hour, When earth fhall feel his faving pow'r,
And barb'rous nations fear his name; Then fhall the race of man confefs The beauty of his holiness,
And in his courts his grace proclaim.
PSALM XCVII. 1ft Part. Long Metre.
Ver. 1-5. Christ reigning in heaven, and coming to judgment.
ITTE reigns, the Lord the Saviour reigns,
Praise him in evangelic strains;
Let the whole earth in fongs rejoice,
And diftant islands join their voice.
2 Deep are his counfels and unknown;
But grace and truth fupport his throne:
Though gloomy clouds his way furround,
Juftice is their eternal ground.
3 In robes of judgment, lo, he comes!
Shakes the wide earth and cleaves the tombs;
Before him burns devouring fire,
The mountains melt, the feas retire.
4 His enemies, with fore dismay,
Fly from the fight, and fhun the day;
Then lift your heads, ye faints, on high,
And fing, for your redemption's nigh.
PSALM XCVII. 2d Part. Long Metre.
Ver. 6-9. Chrift's incarnation.
HE Lord is come, the heav'ns proclaim
His birth; the nations learn his name ;
An unknown ftar directs the road
Of eastern fages to their God.
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