2 Up to the heav'ns, I raise my cry; The Lord will my desires perform : He sends his angel from the sky,

And saves me from the threat'ning storm. 3 Be thou exalted, O my God!

Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
4 My heart is fix'd, my song shall raise
Immortal honours to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,
My tongue, the glory of my frame.
5 High o'er the earth his mercy-reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,
When lower worlds dissolve and die.
6 Be thou exalted, O my God!

Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.

PSALM LVIII. Six Line Long Metre.

WATTS.

The Destruction of Tyrants and Oppressors. 1 SHALL tyrants rule by impious laws? Shall they despise the righteous cause,

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When innocence before them stands? Dare they condemn the helpless poor, And let oppressors rest secure, [hands? Whilst gold and greatness bribe their

2 Do they forget th' Almighty name, That God o'er all is Judge supreme? High in the heav'ns his justice reigns;

Yet they invade the rights of God,
And send their bold decrees abroad,
To bind the free born soul in chains.
3 A poison'd arrow is their tongue,
The arrow sharp, the poison strong;
And death attends where'er it wounds;
They hear no counsels, cries, nor tears;
So the deaf adder stops her ears
Against the melody of sounds.

4 Break thou their teeth, Almighty God!
The teeth of lions drench'd in blood,

And crush those serpents in the dust; Thy voice shall thunder from the sky, Their crowns shall fall, their titles die,

Their grandeur and their pow'r be lost. 5 Thus shall thy justice, mighty Lord, Freedom and peace to men afford, And nations shall unite and say, "Sure there's a God, that rules on high, "Who hears th' oppressed when they cry, "And all their suff'rings will repay."

PSALM LIX.

WATTS altered.

For Deliverance from the Savages.

1 LORD, let our humble cry

Before thy throne ascend; Behold us with compassion's eye, And still our lives defend.

2 For foes, a num'rous band,

Against our lives conspire;

They aim destruction thro' the land,
And spread the raging fire.

3 Beneath the silent shade

Their secret plots they lay,

Our peaceful towns by night invade,
And waste the fields by day.

4 And will the God of grace,
Regardless of our pain,
Permit secure that bloody race,
To riot o'er the slain?

5 In vain their secret guile,
Or open force they prove:
Thine eye can pierce the deepest veil,
Thy hand their force remove.

6 Deliver us from death,

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Send our invaders home;

Or drive them with thy pow'rful breath
Thro' distant wilds to roam.

7 Then shall our grateful voice
Proclaim our guardian God;
In thy salvation we'll rejoice,
And sound thy praise abroad.

BARLOW, altered.

PSALM LX, Common Metre.

Humiliation for Disappointment in War.

1 LORD, hast thou cast the nation off?
Must we for ever mourn?
Wilt thou consume us in thy wrath?
Shall mercy ne'er return?

2 The terror of one frown of thine
Melts at our strength away:
Like men subdu'd by pow'r of wine,
We tremble in dismay.

3 Our country shakes beneath thy stroke,
And dreads thy lifted hand;

O hear the people thou hast broke,
And save the sinking land!
4 Lift up thy banner in the field,
For those who fear thy name;
Defend thy people with thy shield,
And put our foes to shame.
5 Go with our armies to the fight,
And be their guardian God;
In vain confed'rate pow'rs unite
Against thy lifted rod.

6 Our troops shall gain a wide renown
By thine assisting hand;

For God shall tread the mighty down,
And make the feeble stand.

1 WHEN Overwhelm'd with pain and grief,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
My heart within me sinks and dies,
To God I lift my waiting eyes.

2 High on the rock my footsteps rear,
There let me stand unmov'd, and hear
The storms, which now around me beat,
Roll harmless underneath my feet.
3 Thee, Lord, I seek, whene'er my foes,
On mischief bent, my path enclose:
Thou art, in ev'ry dang'rous hour,
My steadfast hope, my strongest tow'r.
Remote from fear, within thy shrine,
Thou, Lord, my dwelling shalt assign;

Thy wings shall wrap me in their shade, For thou hast heard me when I pray'd. 5 Safe in thy presence let me stand, And share the blessings of thy hand; My dwelling let thy truth defend, Thy mercy on my steps attend. 6 So shall thy love awake my song, My voice the willing note prolong; Whilst, warm'd with zeal, my vows I pay, And bless thee to my latest day.

MERRICK varied.

PSALM LXII. Long Metre

No Trust in the Creatures, but in God.

1 My spirit looks to God alone,
My rock and refuge are his throne;
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on his salvation waits.
2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways,
To him your suppliant voices raise;
When helpers fail, and foes invade,
God is our all sufficient aid.

3 False are the men of high degree,
The baser sort are vanity;
Laid in the balance, both appear
Light as a breath of empty air.

4 Make not increasing gold your trust,
Nor set your heart on glitt'ring dust;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God hath spoke?
5 Once hath his awful voice declar'd,
Once and again my ears have heard,
"All pow'r is his eternal due,
"He must be fear'd and trusted too."