2 That thou should'st raise his nature so, And make him lord of all below And lay the fishes at his feet ! To crown the second Adam's state ! Who condescended to be born! 4 See him below his angels made : See him in dust among the dead, divine. The mis'ries that attend the fall, The Hosannah of the Children. 1 Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread; And thine eternal glories rise, O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young A monument of honour raise ; Declare the wonders of thy praise. 3 Thy pow'r assists their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground; rage, PSALM 9. First Part. C. M. Thy wonders I'll proclaim ; ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies; W Thou, the great judge of right and wrong, Wilt put my foes to shamer My God prepares his throne And make his vengeance known. For all the poor opprest; And give the weary rest. In thine abundant grace: Who humbly seek thy face. Who dwells on Zion's hill ; The wisdom and equity of providence. Shall once enquire for blood, Shall find a faithful God. Doth his own children raise : They sing their Father's praise. Into the pit they made ; Which their own hands have spread. Are thy deep councils known; When men of mischief are destroy'd, The snare must be their own. Thy wrath devour the lands Against thy known commands. And wait and long complain ; For a day of Humiliation. 1 HY doth the Lord stand off so far? And why conceal his face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? Thy justice and thy power ? And still thy saints devour? 3 They put their judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor ; That they shall fall no more. Attend our humble cry: PSALM 10. Second Part. C. M. Gorl will hear the prayers of his children. 1 WHY do the men of malice rage, W And say, with foolish pride, The God of heav'n will ne'er engage “ To fight on Zion's side.”! Why do 2 But thou for ever art our Lord, And pow'rful is thy hand ; And perish'd from thy land. And bow his ear to hear ; And puts the world in fear. No more despise the just; PSALM 11. L. M. my foes insult and cry? “ Fly like a tim'rous trembling dove, “ To distant woods or mountains fly.” 2 If government be all destroy'd, (That firm foundation of our peace) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? 3 The Lord in heav'n hath fix'd his throne, His eye surveys the world below; His eye-lids search our spirits through. 4 If he afflicts his saints so far, To prove their love, and try their grace ; What must the bold transgressors fear? His very soul abhors their ways. Tempests of brimstone, fire and death; ALMIGHTY God; appear and save, 6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere ; Safety and hope in evil times. 1 , vanity prevail The godly perish in the grave, The just depart, the faithful fail. Is fill'd with trifles loose and vain ; And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips that with deceit abound Shall not maintain their triumph long; The flatt'ring and blaspheming tongue. “Our tongues shall be control'd by none : “ Where is the Lord will ask us why ? “Or say, our lips are not our own.' And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain, Nor shall they trust his word in vain. 6 Thy word, O Lord, tho’ often try'd, Void of deceit shall still appear; From dross and mixture, shines so clear. 7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm: |