o 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! e 4 See him below his angels made! ^^ p See him in dust among the dead,-To save a ruin'd world from sin! • But he shall reign with pow'r divine. g 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all New made, and glorious, shall submit A PSALM 9. C. M. FIRST PART. Mear. [*] Wrath and mercy from the Judgment Seat. 1 W WITH my whole heart, I'll raise my song, Thou, sov'reign Judge of right and wrong, 2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace; To save the people of his love, 11 e 4 The men who know thy fame, will trust For thou hast ne'er forsook the just, 0.5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, L Who executes his threat'ning word, C. M. SECOND PART. Colchester. [* Verse 12.-The Wisdom and Equity of Providence. 1 W shall once inquire for blood, THEN the great Judge supreme and just, The humble souls who mourn in dust, o 2 He from the dreadful gates of death. In Zion's gates with cheerful breath, 3 His foes shall fall, with heedless feet, And sinners perish in the net, That their own hands have spread. PAUSE. d 5 The wicked shall sink down to hell; -6 Tho' saints to sore distress are brought, g Let nations tremble at thy feet, [8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain; Make them confess that thou art God, P And they but feeble men.] PSALM 10. C. M. Walsal. [b] Prayer heard, and Saints saved from the Wicked, does the Lord stand off so far! And why conceal his face, WHY When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? e 2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride 3 [They put thy judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height, That they shall fall no more.] ℗ 4 Arise, O Lord, lift up thy hand, PAUSE. 5 [Why do the men of malice rage, And say, with foolish pride, d 'The God of heav'n will ne'er engage, 'To fight on Zion's side.' -6 But thou for ever art our Lord; As when the heathen felt thy sword, o 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, -8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, And mighty sinners shall confess They are but earth and dust. PSALM 11. L. M. Psalm 97. Geneva. [b] GOD loves the Righteous, and abhors the Wicked. 1 MY refuge is the God of love; Why do my foes insult and cry,d "Fly like a tim'rous trem'bling dove, "To distant woods or mountains fly?" e 2 If government be once destroy'd, (That firm foundation of our peace,) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? g 3 The Lord in heav'n has fix'd his throne, His eyes surveys the world below: To him all mortal things are known, His eye lids search our spirits through. -4 If he afflicts his saints so far, To prove their love, and try their grace; g5 On impious wretches he shall rain Such as he kindled on the plain -6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, PSALM 12. L. M. Bath. [*] A faithful man amongst us here, 2 The whole discourse, when neighbours meet, Is fill'd with trifles, loose and vain; Their lips are flatt'ry and deceit, And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips that with deceit abound, Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound Their flatt'ring and blaspheming tongue. d 4 'Yet shall our words be free, they cry; 'Our tongues shall be controll'd by none; Where is the Lord will ask us why? 'Or say our lips are not our own?' -5 The Lord, who sees the poor oppress'd, And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain, • Will rise to give his children rest, -Nor shall they trust his word in vain. -6 Thy word, O Lord, though often try'd, Void of deceit shall still appear, Not silver, sev❜n times purify'd, From dross and mixture shines so clear. 07 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm; e Though when the vilest men have pow'r, On ev'ry side will sinners swarm.] 1 C. M. Plymouth. [b] General Corruption of Manners. HEL The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound. e 2 Their oaths and promises they break, [3 If we reprove some hateful lie, 4 Scoffers appear on every side, Is raised to seats of pow'r and pride, PAUSE. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, o 6 Is not thy chariot hast'ning on? d 7 [Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise, 'I shall appear to their surprise, 'And set my servants free.'] g 8 Thy word like silver sev'n times try'd, The men who in thy truth confide, PSALM 13. L. M. Pleyel's. Armley. [b] p 1 HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain, Like one who seeks his God in vain? Canst thou thy face forever hide, 2 Shall I for ever be forgot, As one whom thou regardest not? Still shall my soul thine absence mourn, |