And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with founding praise. 6 Wide as the world is thy command, Vaft as eternity thy love;

I

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years fhall cease to move.
PSALM CI. Long Metre.
The magiftrate's pfalm.

M

ERCY and judgment are my fong!
And fince they both to thee belong,
My gracious God, my righteous King,
To thee my fongs and vows l'll bring.
2 If I am rais'd to bear the fword,
I'll take my counfels from thy word;
Thy juftice and thy heav'nly grace
Shall be the pattern of my ways.
3 Let wisdom all my actions guide,
And let my God with me refide;
No wicked thing fhall dwell with me,
Which may provoke thy jealousy.
4 No fons of flander, rage and ftrife
Shall be companions of my life;
The haughty look, the heart of pride,
Within my doors fhall ne'er abide.

5 [I'll fearch the land, and raise the just -
To pofts of honour, wealth and trust;
The men that work thy holy will,
Shall be my friends and fav'rites ftill.]

6 In vain fhall finners hope to rife
By flatt'ring or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,
The bold offender fhan't be fpar'd.

7 The impious crew, that factious band, Shall hide their heads, or quit the land; And all that break the public rest, Where I have pow'r, fhall be fuppreft.

PSALM CI. Common Metre.

Ο

A pfalm for a mafler of a family.

F justice and of grace I fing,
And pay my God my vows;
Thy grace and juftice, heav'nly King,
Teach me to rule my house.

2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,
And make thy fervant wife;
I'll fuffer nothing near me there
That fhall offend thine eyes.

3 The man that doth his neighbour wrong, By falfehood or by force,

The fcornful eye, the fland'rous tongue,
I'll thruft them from my doors.

4 I'll feek the faithful and the juft,
And will their help enjoy;

These are the friends that I fhall truft,
The fervants I'll employ.

5 The wretch that deals in fly deceit,
I'll not endure a night:
The liar's tongue I'll ever hate,
And banish from my fight.

6 I'll purge my family around,
And make the wicked flee;
So fhall my houfe be ever found
A dwelling fit for thee.

PSALM CII. 1ft Part. Common Metre. Ver. 1-13, 20, 21. A prayer of the afflicted.

I

EAR me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But anfwer, left I die

Haft thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when finners cry?

2 My days are wafted like the fmoke Diffolving in the air;

My ftrength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And finking in defpair.

3 My fpirits flag, like with'ring grafs
Burnt with exceffive heat;

In fecret groans my minutes pafs,
And I forget to eat.

4 As on fome lonely building's top,
The fparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope,
I fit and grieve alone.

5 My foul is like a wilderness,

Where beafts of midnight how! ;
There the fad raven finds her place,
And there the fcreaming owl.

6 Dark difmal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breaft ;
While fharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my fpirit rest.

7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repaft;

My daily bread like afhes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.

8 Senfe can afford no real joy
To fouls that feel thy frown;

Lord, 'twas thy hand advanc'd me high,
Thy hand hath caft me down.

My locks like wither'd leaves appear ;
And life's declining light
Grows faint, as ev'ning fhadows are,
That vanish into night.

10 But thou forever art the fame,
my eternal God!

Ages to come fhall know thy name,
And fpread thy works abroad.
II Thou wilt arife, and fhew thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay
Beyond th' appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.

12 He hears his faints, he knows their cry,
And by myfterious ways
Redeems the pris'ners doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise.

PSALM CII. 2d Part. Common Metre.
Ver. 13-21. Prayer beard, and Zion restored.
ET Zion and her fons rejoice!
Behold the promis'd hour!

I

Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his pow'r.

2 Her duft and ruins that remain,
Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins fhall be built again,
And all that duft fhall rife.

3 The Lord will raise Jerufalem,
And ftand in glory there;
Nations fhall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.

4 He fits a Sov'reign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes:

He hears the dying pris'ner's groan,
And fees their fighs arife.

5 He frees the fouls condemn'd to death; And when his faints complain,

It fhan't be faid "that praying breath "Was ever spent in vain."

6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record, That ages yet unborn may read, And truft, and praise the Lord. PSALM CII. 23-28. Long Metre. Man's mortality and Chrift's eternity; or, faints die, but Chrift and the church live.

'I

T is the Lord our Saviour's hand Weakens our strength amidst the race; Difeafe and death, at his command, Arrest us, and cut fhort our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our fun go down at noon; Thy years are one eternal day,

And must thy children die fo foon? 3 Yet in the midst of death and grief This thought our forrow fhall affuage; "Our Father and our Saviour live; "Chrift is the fame through ev'ry age." 4 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid; Heav'n is the building of his hand; This earth grows old, these heav'ns shall fade, And all be chang'd at his command. 5 The ftarry curtains of the fky, Like garments, fhall be laid afide; T