7 Thy nobleft wonders here we view
In fouls renew'd, and fins forgiv❜n;
Lord cleanfe my fins, my foul renew,
And make thy word my guide to heav'n.

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PSALM XIX.

To the tune of the 113th Pfalm.

The book of nature and scripture.

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1.GREAT God, the heav'n's well order'd frame Declares the glories of thy name;

There thy rich works of wonders shine;

A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear,
Of boundless pow'r and kill divine.

2 From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light,

Lectures of heav'nly wifdoim read
With filent eloquence they raife
Our thoughts to our Creator's praife,
And neither found nor language need.

3 Yet their divine inftructions run
Far as the journies of the fun,

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And ev'ry nation knows their voice: The fun, like fome young bridegroom dreft, reaks from the chambers of the Eaft, Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice. Where'er he fpreads his beams abroad, He fmiles and fpeaks his maker God; All nature joins to fhew thy praise. hus God in ev'ry creature fhines : ir is the book of nature's lines; But fairer is the book of grace.

5 I love the volumes of thy word;
What light and joy thofe leaves afford
To fouls benighted and diftreft!
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids my feet to ftray,
Thy promife leads my heart to rest.
6 From the difcov'ries of thy law,
The perfect rules of life I draw;

These are my ftudy and delight;"
Not honey fo invites the tafte;
Nor gold that hath the furnace paft,
Appears fo pleafing to the fight.

7 Thy threat'nings wake my flumb'ring eyes,
And warn me where my danger lies
But 'tis thy bleffed gofpel, Lord,
That makes my guilty confcience clean,
Converts my foul, fubdues my fin,

And gives a free but large reward. 8 Who knows the errors of his thoughts My God, fogive my fecret faults,

And from prefumptuous fins reftr Accept my poor attempts of praife, That I have read thy book of grace, And book of nature not in vain.

PSALM XX.

Prayer and hope of victory.

For a day of prayer in time of war.
I Now may the God of pow'r and grace
Attend his people's humble cry!
Jehovah hears when Ifr'el prays,
And brings deliv'rance from on high.
2 The name of Jacob's God defends,
Better than fhields or brazen walls;
He from his fanctuary fends

Succour and ffrength, when Zion calls.

3 Well he remembers all our fighest tu His love exceeds our best deferta; Lort His love accepts the facrificete vyd Of humble groans and broken hearts. 4 In his faluation is our hope,

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And in the name of Ifr'el's God Our troops fhall lift their banners up, Our navies fpread their flags abroad. 5 Some truft in horfes train'd for war, And fome of chariots make their boasts; Our fureft expectations are Pow From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hofts. 6 [O may the mem'ry of thy name Infpire our armies for the fight!

Our foes fhall fall and die with shame, Or quit the field with shameful flight.] 7 Now fave us, Lord, from flavish fear; Now let our hope be firm and ftrong, Till thy falvation hall appear,

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And joy and triumph raife the fong.

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PSALM XXI. (C.M.)

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Our king is the care of heaven..

HE king, O Lord, with fongs of praife,
Shall in thy ftrength rejoice:

And, blefs'd with thy falvation, raise..
To heav'n his cheerful voice.

Thy fure defence, thro' nations round
Has fpread his glorious name :
And his fuccefsful actions crownld
With majefty and fame.

Then let the king on God alone
For timely aid rely;

is mercy fhall fupport the throne,
And all our wants fupply.

4 But, righteous Lord, his ftubborn foes
Shall feel thy dreadful hand;
Thy vengeful arm shall find out those
That hate his mild command.

5 When thou against them dost engage,
Thy juft but dreadful doom
Shall like a fiery oven's rage,
Their hopes and them confume.

6 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous pow'r declare
And thus exalt thy fame:
Whilft we glad fongs of praife prepare
For thine almighty name.

PSALM XXI. I-9. (L.M.)
Chrift exalted to the kingdom.

1 DAVID rejoic'd in God his strength,
Rais'd to the thronce by fpecial grace;
But Chrift his Son appears at length,
Fulfils the triumph and the praise.
2. How great is the Meffiah's joy,
In the falvation of thy hand!

Lord, thou haft rais'd his kingdom high, And giv'n the world to his command. 3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will; Nor doth the leaft request withhold; Bleffings of love prevent him ftill, And crowns of glory, not of gold. 4. Honour and majesty divine Around his facred temples shine; Bleft with the favour of thy face, And length of everlasting days.

5 Thine hand fhall find out all his foes :: And, as a fiery oven glows

With raging heat and living coals,

So fhall thy wrath devour their souls.. ́

4 A num'rous offspring must arise,
From his expiring groans:
They shall be reckon'd in his eyes*
For daughters and for fons.

5 The meek and humble fouls fhall fee
His table richly spread;

And all that feek the Lord fhall be
With joys immortal fed.

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6 The ifles fhall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God;

And nations yet unborn profefs

Salvation in his blood.

PSALM XXII. (L.M.)

Chrift's fufferings, and exaltation.
Now let our mournful fongs record
The dying forrows of our Lord,
When he complain'd in tears of blood,
As one forfaken of his God.

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2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And thook their head, and laugh'd in fcorn; "He refcu'd others from the grave, "Now let him try himself to fave. This is the man did once pretend God was his father and his friend; If God the Bleffed lov'd him fo, Why doth he fail to help him now?” arbarous people! Cruel priefts! How they ftood round like favage beasts; Like lions gaping to devour,

When God hath left him in their pow'r,

y wound his head, his hands, his feet,
treams of blood each other meet;
t his garments they divide,

mock the pangs in which he dy’d.