While earth and sky
Attempt his praise;
His faints fhall raise

His honours high.

PSALM VIII.

To GOD the Creator.

H

Proper Tune.

I.

AIL voice divine! thus the Almighty faid,

"Let there be light, now let a world be made:" Light and a world there were; obedient rife Sun, planets, stars, earth, feas, and spreading skies.

II.

Obedient to thy will, this teeming earth

To beafts and worms of every kind gave birth: With flocks, and herds, the plains were richly stor'd, And herbs and fruits did proper food afford.

III.

And laft, to finish what thou had'ft defign'd,
(Of clay like theirs, but with a nobler mind)
ADAM was made; made fov'reign of the rest,
And with his Maker's form divine impreft.

IV.

Benignity and skill and power divine

In the great whole, and ev'ry part did shine:
Fair in its Maker's eye creation ftood,

He view'd it well, and pleas'd, pronounc'd it good

V.

May all thy works, O LORD, refound thy name, Applaud thy skill; thy pow'r, and love proclaim: But above all below let man exert

The nobleft paffions of his grateful heart,

C

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PSALM IX.

To GOD the Creator of Mankind.

GO

Common Metre.

I.

OD of our lives, whofe bounteous care
First gave us pow'r to move;

How fhall our thankful hearts declare

The wonders of thy love.

II.

While void of thought and sense we lay,
Duft of our parent earth;

Thy breath inform'd the fleeping clay
And call'd us into birth.

III.

From thee our limbs their fashion took,

And e'er our life began; Within the volume of thy book, Were written ev'ry one.

IV.

Thine eye beheld in perfect view

The yet unfinish'd plan;
Th' imperfect lines thy pencil drew,
And form'd the future man.

V.

O may this frame, which rifing grew
Beneath thy forming hands;

Be ftudious ever to pursue,
Whate'er thy will commands.

139.

PSALM X.

To GOD the Creator of Mankind.

T

Long Metre.

I.

WAS from thy hand, my GOD, I came,
A work of fuch a curious frame:

In me thy various wonders shine,
And each proclaims thy fkill divine.

II.

Thine eyes did all my limbs furvey,
Which yet in dark confufion lay:
Thou faw'ft the daily growth they took,
Form'd by the model of thy book.

III.

By thee my growing parts were nam'd;
And what thy fov'reign counfels fram'd,
(The breathing lungs, the beating heart,)
Was copy'd with unerring art.

IV.

At laft to fhow my Maker's name,
He stamp'd his image on my frame;
And in fome unknown minute join'd
The finish'd members to a mind.

V.

There the young feeds of thought began,
And all the paffions of the man:

Great GOD, our wond'rous nature pays
Immortal tribute to thy praise.

HEN I with pleasing wonder stand

W And all my frame furvey,

LORD, 'tis thy work; I own the hand
That built my humble clay.

II.

Thy hand my heart and reins poffeft,
Where unborn nature grew:
Thy wisdom all my features trac'd,
And all my members drew.

III.

'Thine eye with nicest care furvey'd,

The growth of ev'ry part;

Till the whole fcheme thy thoughts had laid,

Was copy'd by thy art.

IV.

Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire and wind
Declare thy wond'rous skill:

But we review ourselves, and find

Divine wonders still.

V.

Goodness and wifdom round me fhine,
My form proclaims thy praise:
And with my tongue my foul fhall join
To celebrate thy praise.

T

PSALM XII.

GOD our Father and Friend.

Proper Tune.

I.

HE LORD JEHOVAH reigns,
His throne is built on high;

The garments he affumes
Are light and majesty:

His glories fhine

With beams fo bright,

No mortal eye

Can bear the fight,