2 See glory, bursting from the skies, And fix amidft her coafts its feat, 3 While faith and hope, their offspring dear, Attendant on their fteps appear, 4 5 And joined in friendly compact move, Truth in thy lands, O earth, fhall spring, The heathen gloom fhall chafe away, CXXVII. PSALM LXXXVI. C. M. WATTS. I A GOD the fole Object of Worship and Praise. 2 The nations thou haft made shall bring To thee alone their homage pay, 3 Lord, I would walk with blameless fteps; Teach me thy heavenly ways, And all my scattered thoughts unite H 2 4 Great 4 Great is thy mercy, and my foul CXXVIII. PSALM LXXXVI. C. M. CArter. The Mercy of God. THOU, the refuge of distress, Who doft our fears controul, And with the cheerful smile of Revive the fainting foul. 2 Did ever thy propitious ear The humble plea repel? peace Did e'er the wounded heart in vain 3 Oppreft with fhame and grief, diffolved Thy goodness ftills our anxious doubts, 4 New life from thy refreshing grace 5 O hail this dearest attribute, To pity and forgive! Hence hope, that sweetest promifer, Her mild and cheering influence sheds 6 Her all-reviving power we own, PSALM CXXIX. PSALM LXXXIX. L. M. MERRICK. The divine Perfections celebrated. I Y grateful tongue, immortal King, Thy praises fhall for ever fing, 2 3 4 5 6 MY My verse to time's remoteft day Shall thee in facred notes difplay. The heavens above, and earth below, Thee, Lord, their great Creator know; By thee this orb to being rofe, And all that nature's rounds enclose. Ten thousand worlds their Maker own; Thee power and wifdom, thee alone, With majesty fublime have crowned, And brightest glory vefts thee round. Juftice and truth thy throne fuftain, Diffufing wide their equal reign; While mercy breathes her kind defires, Softens thy awe, and love inspires. O bleft the men, whofe willing ear Their Maker's praise delights to hear; Who thankful own, where'er they tread Thy providence around them spread. Pleafing it is, from day to day, Thy boundless goodness to difplay, Thy ftrength our fureft refuge deem, Thy grace our happiness fupreme. cxxx. PSALM LXXXIX. C. M. WATTS. His high commands fubmiffive hear, 2 The northern pole and fouthern reft 3 Thy voice the raging wind controuls, 4 Heaven, earth, and air, and sea are thine, And the dark world of hell; If thus thy arm in terror fhine, CXXXI. PSALM LXXXIX. C. M. WATTS. I The Bleffedness of the Gospel to Man. Y God, how perfect is thy word! ΜΥ Worthy alike of thee, O Lord, 2 Dependant on thy will, O God, 3 That we may work our foul's best good, How bleft, if no frail mortal can To all thy will conform, That thou revealeft thyfelf to man 4 Oh if thus fuited to our race, We We welcome, God, thy truth and grace, Thy whole redeeming plan! CXXXII. PSALM XC. Long Met. WATTS. E The virtuous Contemplation of Mortality. TERNAL God! our years amount 3 4 By thy protecting arm upheld How few have seventy years beheld; But if to eighty they arrive, They rather figh and groan than live. The fhorter life; the wifer he CXXXIII PSALM XC. Com. Met. WATTS. The fame. I HE bufy tribes of flesh and blood, TH Are carried downwards by a flood, 2 Time like an ever-rolling stream H 4 They |