Psalm 84:3. 14 2 3 10. Paraphrased. C. M. Delight in ordinances of worship; or, God present in his churches.
1 My soul, how lovely is the place To which thy God resorts! 'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Tho' in his earthly courts.
2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes With kind and quickening rays.
3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place, While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace.
4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still.
5 My heart and flesh cry out for thee, While far from thine abode: When shall I tread thy courts, and see My Saviour and my God?
6 The sparrow builds herself a nest, And suffers no remove; O make me like the sparrows, blest, To dwell but where I love.
7 To sit one day beneath thine eye, And hear thy gracious voice, Exceeds a whole eternity Employ'd in carnal joys.
8 Lord, at thy threshold I would wait, While Jesus is within, Rather than fill a throne of state, Or live in tents of sin.
9 Could I command the spacious land, And the more boundless sea, For one blest hour at thy right hand I'd give them both away.
Psalm 84:4. As the 148th Psalm. Longing for the house of God.
1 Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thy earthly temples are! To thine abode My heart aspires, With warm desires To see my God.
2 The sparrow, for her young, With pleasure seeks her nest; And wandering swallows long To find their wonted rest: My spirit faints With equal zeal To rise and dwell Among thy saints.
3 O happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear! O happy men that pay Their constant service there! They praise thee still; And happy they That love the way To Zion's hill.
4 They go from strength to strength, Thro' this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears: O glorious seat, When God our king Shall thither bring Our willing feet!
5 To spend one sacred day Where God and saints abide, Affords diviner joy Than thousand days beside; Where God resorts, I love it more To keep the door Than shine in courts.
6 God is our sun and shield, Our light and our defence With gifts his hands are fill'd, We draw our blessings thence; He shall bestow On Jacob's race Peculiar grace And glory too.
7 The Lord his people loves; His hand no good withholds From those his heart approves, From pure and pious souls: Thrice happy he, O God of hosts, Whose spirit trusts Alone in thee.
Psalm 85:1. 1-8. First Part. Waiting for an answer to prayer; or, Deliverance begun and completed.
1 Lord, thou hast call'd thy grace to mind, Thou hast revers'd our heavy doom: So God forgave when Israel sinn'd, And brought his wandering captives home.
2 Thou hast begun to set us free, And made thy fiercest wrath abate; Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee, And thy salvation be complete.
3 Revive our dying graces, Lord, And let thy saints in thee rejoice; Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word, We wait for praise to tune our voice.
4 We wait to hear what God will say; He'll speak, and give his people peace; But let them run no more astray, Lest his returning wrath increase.
Psalm 85:2. 9 &c. Second Part. Salvation by Christ.
1 Salvation is for ever nigh The souls that fear and trust the Lord; And grace descending from on high, Fresh hopes of glory shall afford.
2 Mercy and truth on earth are met, Since Christ the Lord came down from heaven; By his obedience, so complete, Justice is pleas'd, and peace is given.
3 Now truth and honour shall abound, Religion dwell on earth again, And heavenly influence bless the ground In our Redeemer's gentle reign.
4 His righteousness is gone before To give us free access to God; Our wandering feet shall stray no more, But mark his steps and keep the road.
Psalm 86. 8-13. A general song of praise to God.
1 Among the princes, earthly gods, There's none hath power divine; Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their works like thine.
2 The nations thou hast made shall bring Their offerings round thy throne; For thou alone dost wondrous things, For thou art God alone.
3 Lord, I would walk with holy feet; Teach me thine heavenly ways, And my poor scatter'd thoughts unite In God my Father's praise.
4 Great is thy mercy, and my tongue Shall those sweet wonders tell, How by thy grace my sinking soul Rose from the deeps of hell.
Psalm 87. The church the birth-place of the saints; or, Jews and Gentiles united in the Christian Church.
1 God in his earthly temple lays Foundations for his heavenly praise: He likes the tents of Jacob well, But still in Zion loves to dwell.
2 His mercy visits every house That pay their night and morning vows; But makes a more delightful stay Where churches meet to praise and pray.
3 What glories were describ'd of old! What wonders are of Zion told! Thou city of our God below, Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know.
4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, Shall there begin their lives anew: Angels and men shall join to sing The hill where living waters spring.
5. When God makes up his last account Of natives in his holy mount, 'Twill be an honour to appear As one new-born or nourish'd there.
Psalm 89:1. First Part. L. M. The covenant made with Christ; or, the true David.
1 For ever shall my song record The truth and mercy of the Lord; Mercy and truth for ever stand, Like heaven, establish'd by his hand.
2 Thus to his Son he sware, and said, "With thee my covenant first is made; "In thee shall dying sinners live, "Glory and grace are thine to give.
3 "Be thou my prophet, thou my priest; "Thy children shall be ever blest; "Thou art my chosen king; thy throne "Shall stand eternal like my own.
4 "There's none of all my sons above, "So much my image or my love; "Celestial powers thy subjects are, "Then what can earth to thee compare?
5 "David, my servant, whom I chose "To guard my flock, to crush my foes, "And rais'd him to the Jewish throne, "Was but a shadow of my Son."
6 Now let the church rejoice and sing Jesus her Saviour and her King: Angels his heavenly wonders show, And saints declare his works below.
Psalm 89:2. First Part. C. M. The faithfulness of God.
1 My never-ceasing songs shall show The mercies of the Lord, And make succeeding ages know How faithful is his word.
2 The sacred truths his lips pronounce Shall firm as heaven endure; And if he speak a promise once, Th' eternal grace is sure.
3 How long the race of David held The promis'd Jewish throne! But there's a nobler covenant seal'd To David's greater Son.
4 His seed for ever shall possess A throne above the skies; The meanest subject of his grace Shall to that glory rise.
5 Lord God of hosts, thy wondrous ways Are sung by saints above; And saints on earth their honours raise To thine unchanging love.
Psalm 89:3. 7 &c. Second Part. The power and majesty of God; or, Reverential worship.
1 With reverence let the saints appear And bow before the Lord, His high commands with reverence hear, And tremble at his word.
2 How terrible thy glories be! How bright thine armies shine! Where is the power that vies with thee? Or truth compar'd to thine?
3 The northern pole and southern rest On thy supporting hand; Darkness and day from east to west Move round at thy command.
4 Thy words the raging wind control, And rule the boisterous deep; Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll, The rolling billows sleep.
5 Heaven, earth, and air, and sea are thine, And the dark world of hell: How did thine arm in vengeance shine When Egypt durst rebel!
6 Justice and judgment are thy throne, Yet wondrous is thy grace; While truth and mercy join'd in one Invite us near thy face.
Psalm 89:4. 15 &c. Third Part. A blessed gospel.
1 Blest are the souls that hear and know The gospel's joyful sound; Peace shall attend the path they go, And light their steps surround.
2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up Thro' their Redeemer's Name; His righteousness exalts their hope, Nor Satan dares condemn.
3 The Lord, our glory and defence, Strength and salvation gives; Israel, thy king for ever reigns, Thy God for ever lives.
Psalm 89:5. 19 &c. Fourth Part. Christ's mediatorial kingdom; or, His divine and human nature.
1 Hear what the Lord in vision said, And made his mercy known: "Sinners, behold your help is laid "On my almighty Son.
2 "Behold the man my wisdom chose "Among your mortal race; "His head my holy oil o'erflows, "The Spirit of my grace.
3 "High shall he reign on David's throne, "My people's better King; "My arm shall beat his rivals down, "And still new subjects bring.
4 "My truth shall guard him in his way, "With mercy by his side, "While, in my name thro' earth and sea "He shall in triumph ride.
5 "Me for his Father and his God "He shall for ever own, "Call me his rock, his high abode; "And I'll support my Son.
6 "My first-born Son array'd in grace "At my right-hand shall sit; "Beneath him angels know their place, "And monarchs at his feet.
7 "My covenant stands for ever fast, "My promises are strong; "Firm as the heavens his throne shall last, "His seed endure as long."
Psalm 89:6. 30 &c. Fifth Part. The covenant of grace unchangeable; or, Afflictions without rejection.
1 "Yet (saith the Lord) if David's race, "The children of my Son, "Should break my laws, abuse my grace, "And tempt mine anger down;
2 "Their sins I'll visit with the rod, "And make their folly smart; "But I'll not cease to be their God, "Nor from my truth depart.
3 "My covenant I will ne'er revoke, "But keep my grace in mind; "And what eternal love hath spoke "Eternal truth shall bind.
4 "Once have I sworn (I need no more) "And pledg'd my holiness "To seal the sacred promise sure "To David and his race.
5 "The sun shall see his offspring rise "And spread from sea to sea, "Long as he travels round the skies "To give the nations day.
6 "Sure as the moon that rules the night "His kingdom shall endure, "Till the fix'd laws of shade and light "Shall be observ'd no more."
Psalm 89:7. 47 &c. Sixth Part. Mortality and hope. A funeral psalm.
1 Remember, Lord, our mortal state, How frail our life, how short the date! Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from disease, secure from death?
2 Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine and cry, "Must death for ever rage and reign? "Or hast thou made mankind in vain?
3 "Where is thy promise to the just? "Are not thy servants turn'd to dust?" But faith forbids these mournful sighs, And sees the sleeping dust arise.
4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day Wipes the reproach of saints away, And clears the honour of thy word; Awake our souls, and bless the Lord.
Psalm 89:8. 47 &c. Last Part. As the 113th Psalm. Life, death, and the resurrection.
1 Think, mighty God, on feeble man, How few his hours, how short his span! Short from the cradle to the grave: Who can secure his vital breath Against the bold demands of death, With skill to fly, or power to save?
2 Lord, shall it be for ever said, "The race of man was only made "For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?" Are not thy servants day by day Sent to their graves, and turn'd to clay? Lord, where's thy kindness to the just?
3 Hast thou not promis'd to thy Son And all his seed a heavenly crown? But flesh and sense indulge despair; For ever blessed be the Lord, That faith can read his holy word, And find a resurrection there.
4 For ever blessed be the Lord, Who gives his saints a long reward For all their toil, reproach and pain; Let all below and all above Join to proclaim thy wondrous love, And each repeat their loud Amen.
Psalm 90:1. L. M. Man mortal, and God eternal. A mournful song at a funeral.
1 Thro' every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was thy throne ere heaven was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid.
2 Long hadst thou reign'd ere time began, Or dust was fashion'd to a man; And long thy kingdom shall endure When earth and time shall be no more.
3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity; Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, "Return, ye sinners, to your dust."
4 [A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account; Like yesterday's departed light, Or the last watch of ending night.]
5 Death like an overflowing stream Sweeps us away; our life's a dream; An empty tale; a morning flower Cut down and wither'd in an hour.
6 [Our age to seventy years is set; How short the term! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan than live.
7 But O how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; We fear the power that strikes us dead.]
8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span, Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with thee.
Psalm 90:2. 1-5. First Part. C. M. Man frail, and God eternal.
1 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.
2 Under the shadow of thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defence is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth receiv'd her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same.
4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, "Return, ye sons of men:" All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again.
5 A thousand ages in thy sight Arc like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
6 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by thy flood, And lost in following years.
7 Time like an ever-rolling stream Bears all its Sons away; They fly forgotten as a dream Dies at the opening day.
8 Like flowery fields the nations stand Pleas'd with the morning light; The flowers beneath the mower's hand Lie withering ere 'tis night.]
9 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home.
Psalm 90:3. 8 11 9 10 12. 2d Part. C. M. Infirmities and mortality the effect of sin; or, Life, old age, and preparation for death.
1 Lord, if thine eyes survey our faults, And justice grow severe, Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts, And burns beyond our fear.
2 Thine anger turns our frame to dust; By one offence to thee Adam with all his sons have lost Their immortality.
3 Life like a vain amusement flies, A fable or a song; By swift degrees our nature dies, Nor can our joys be long.
4 'Tis but a few whose days amount To threescore years and ten, And all beyond that short account is sorrow, toil, and pain.
5 [Our vitals with laborious strife Bear up the crazy load, And drag those poor remains of life Along the tiresome road.]
6 Almighty God, reveal thy love, And not thy wrath alone; O let our sweet experience prove The mercies of thy throne!
7 Our souls would learn the heavenly art T' improve the hours we have, That we may act the wiser part, And live beyond the grave.
Psalm 90:4. 13 &c. Third Part. C. M. Breathing after heaven.
1 Return, O God of love, return; Earth is a tiresome place: How long shall we thy children mourn Our absence from thy face!
2 Let heaven succeed our painful years, Let sin and sorrow cease, And in proportion to our tears So make our joys increase.
3 Thy wonders to thy servants show, Make thy own work complete, Then shall our souls thy glory know, And own thy love was great.
4 Then shall we shine before thy throne In all thy beauty, Lord; And the poor service we have done Meet a divine reward.
Psalm 90:5. 5 10 12. S. M. The frailty and shortness of life.
1 Lord what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame! Our life how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name!
2 Alas the brittle clay That built our body first! And every month, and every day 'Tis mouldering back to dust.
3 Our moments fly apace, Nor will our minutes stay; Just like a flood our hasty days Are sweeping us away.
4 Well if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight, We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, And let them speed their flight.
5 They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea: Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore Of blest eternity.
Psalm 91:1. 1-7. First Part. Safety in public diseases and dangers.
1 He that hath made his refuge God, Shall find a most secure abode, Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head.
2 Then will I say, "My God, thy power "Shall be my fortress and my tower; "I that am form'd of feeble dust "Make thine almighty arm my trust."
3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker's care Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare, Satan, the fowler, who betrays Unguarded souls a thousand ways.
4 Just as a hen protects her brood From birds of prey that seek their blood, Under her feathers, so the Lord Makes his own arm his people's guard.
5 If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire, God is their life; his wings are spread To shield them with an healthful shade.
6 If vapours with malignant breath Rise thick and scatter midnight death, Israel is safe; the poison'd air Grows pure if Israel's God be there.
7 What though a thousand at thy side, At thy right hand ten thousand dy'd, Thy God his chosen people saves Amongst the dead, amidst the graves.
8 So when he sent his angel down To make his wrath in Egypt known, And slew their sons, his careful eye Pass'd all the doors of Jacob by.
9 But if the fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord To strike his saints among the rest, Their very pains and deaths are blest.
10 The sword, the pestilence or fire Shall but fulfil their best desire, From sins and sorrows set them free, And bring thy children, Lord, to thee.
Psalm 91:2. 1-16. Second Part. Protection from death, guard of angels, victory and deliverance.
1 Ye sons of men, a feeble race, Expos'd to every snare, Come make the Lord your dwelling-place, And try and trust his care.
2 No ill shall enter where you dwell; Or if the plague come nigh, And sweep the wicked down to hell, 'Twill raise his saints on high.
3 He'll give his angels charge to keep Your feet in all their ways; To watch your pillow while you sleep, And guard your happy days.
4 Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall And dash against the stones: Are they not servants at his call, And sent t' attend his sons?
5 Adders and lions ye shall tread; The tempter's wiles defeat; He that hath broke the serpent's head Puts him beneath your feet.
6 "Because on me they set their love "I'll save them," saith the Lord; "I'll bear their joyful souls above "Destruction and the sword.
7 "My grace shall answer when they call; "In trouble I'll be nigh; "My power shall help them when they fall, "And raise them when they die.
8 "Those that on earth my Name have known, "I'll honour them in heaven; "There my salvation shall be shown, "And endless life be given."
Psalm 92:1. First Part. A psalm for the Lord's day.
1 Sweet is the work, my God my King, To praise thy Name, give thanks and sing, To shew thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found Like David's harp of solemn sound!
3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels! how divine!
4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish, till thy breath Blast them in everlasting death.
5 But I shall share a glorious part When grace hath well refin'd my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
6 Sin, (my worst enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again.
7 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, All I desir'd or wish'd below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy.
Psalm 92:2. 12 &c. Second Part. The church is the garden of God.
1 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand In gardens planted by thine hand; Let me within thy courts be seen Like a young cedar fresh and green.
2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, Blest with thine influence from above; Not Lebanon with all its trees Yields such a comely sight as these.
3 The plants of grace shall ever live; (Nature decays but grace must thrive) Time, that doth all things else impair, Still makes them flourish strong and fair.
4 Laden with fruits of age, they shew The Lord is holy, just, and true; None that attend his gates shall find A God unfaithful or unkind.
Psalm 93:1. 1st Metre. As 100th Psalm. The eternal and sovereign God.
1 Jehovah reigns; he dwells in light, Girded with majesty and might: The world created by his hands Still on its first foundation stands.
2 But ere this spacious world was made, Or had its first foundations laid, Thy throne eternal ages stood, Thyself the ever-living God.
3 Like floods the angry nations rise And aim their rage against the skies; Vain floods that aim their rage so high! At thy rebuke the billows die.
4 For ever shall thy throne endure; Thy promise stands for ever sure; And everlasting holiness Becomes the dwellings of thy grace.
Psalm 93:2. 2d M. As the old 50th Psalm. The same.
1 The Lord of glory reigns; he reigns on high; His robes of state are strength and majesty: This wide creation rose at his command, Built by his word, and 'stablish'd by his hand: Long stood his throne ere he began creation, And his own Godhead is the firm foundation.
2 God is th' eternal King: thy foes in vain Raise their rebellions to confound thy reign: In vain the storms, in vain the floods arise, And roar and toss their waves against the skies; Foaming at heaven, they rage with wild commotion, But heaven's high arches scorn the swelling ocean.
3 Ye tempests, rage no more; ye floods, be still; And the mad world submissive to his will: Built on his truth, his church must ever stand; Firm are his promises, and strong his hand: See his own sons, when they appear before him, Bow at his footstool, and with fear adore him.
Psalm 93:3. 3d M. As the old 122d Psalm. The same.
1 The Lord Jehovah reigns And royal state maintains, His head with awful glories crown'd; Array'd in robes of light, Begirt with sovereign might, And rays of majesty around.
2 Upheld by thy commands The world securely stands; And skies and stars obey thy word: Thy throne was fix'd on high Before the starry sky; Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord.
3 In vain the noisy crowd, Like billows fierce and loud, Against thine empire rage and roar; In vain, with angry spite, The surly nations fight, And dash like waves against the shore.
4 Let floods and nations rage, And all their powers engage, Let swelling tides assault the sky; The terrors of thy frown Shall beat their madness down; Thy throne for ever stands on high.
5 Thy promises are true, Thy grace is ever new; There fix'd thy church shall ne'er remove: Thy saints with holy fear Shall in thy courts appear, And sing thine everlasting love.
Repeat the fourth stanza to complete the old tune.
Psalm 94:1. 1 2 7-14. First Part. Saints chastised, and sinners destroyed; or, Instructive afflictions.
1 God, to whom revenge belongs, Proclaim thy truth aloud Let Sovereign Power redress our wrongs, Let justice smite the proud.
2 They say, "The Lord nor sees nor hears;" When will the fools be wise! Can he be deaf who form'd their ears? Or blind, who made their eyes?
3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain, And they shall feel his power; His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain In some surprising hour.
4 But if thy saints deserve rebuke, Thou hast a gentler rod; Thy providences and thy book Shall make them know their God.
5 Blest is the man thy hands chastise, And to his duty draw; Thy scourges make thy children wise When they forget thy law.
6 But God will ne'er cast off his saints, Nor his own promise break; He pardons his inheritance For their Redeemer's sake.
Psalm 94:2. 16-23. Second Part. God our support and comfort; or, Deliverance from temptation and persecution.
1 Who will arise and plead my right Against my numerous foes, While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppose?
2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Sustain'd my fainting head, My life had now in silence dwelt, My soul amongst the dead.
3 "Alas! my sliding feet," I cry'd; Thy promise was my prop; Thy grace stood constant by my side, Thy Spirit bore me up.
4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bosom roll, Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer my soul.
5 Powers of iniquity may rise, And frame pernicious laws; But God, my refuge, rules the skies, He will defend my cause.
6 Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blasphemers scoff; The Lord our God shall judge the proud, And cut the sinners off.
Psalm 95:1. C. M. A psalm before prayer.
1 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's Name, And in his strength rejoice; When his salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice.
2 With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of honour sing; The Lord's a God of boundless might, The whole creation's King.
3 Let princes hear, let angels know, How mean their natures seem, Those gods on high, and gods below, When once compar'd with him.
4 Earth with its caverns dark and deep Lies in his spacious hand, He fix'd the seas what bounds to keep, And where the hills must stand.
5 Come, and with humble souls adore, Come, kneel before his face; O may the creatures of his power Be children of his grace!
6 Now is the time: he bends his ear, And waits for your request; Come, lest he rouse his wrath and swear "Ye shall not see my rest."
Psalm 95:2. S. M. A psalm before sermon.
1 Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King.
He form'd the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at his throne, Come bow before the Lord: We are his works and not our own; He form'd us by his word.
4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod; Come like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God.
5 But if your ears refuse The language of his grace, And hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews, That unbelieving race;
6 The Lord in vengeance drest Will lift his hand and swear, "You that despise my promis'd rest, "Shall have no portion there."
Psalm 95:3. 1 2 3 6-11. L. M. Canaan lost through unbelief; or, A warning to delaying sinners.
1 Come, let our voices join to raise A sacred song of solemn praise; God is a sovereign King; rehearse his honours in exalted verse.
2 Come, let our souls address the Lord, Who fram'd our natures with his word; He is our Shepherd; we the sheep His mercy chose, his pastures keep.
3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day, The counsels of his love obey; Nor let our harden'd hearts renew The sins and plagues that Israel knew.
4 Israel, that saw his works of grace, Yet tempt their Maker to his face; A faithless unbelieving brood That tir'd the patience of their God.
5 Thus saith the Lord, "how false they prove; "Forget my power, abuse my love; "Since they despise my rest, I swear, "Their feet shall never enter there."
6 [Look back my soul, with holy dread, And view those ancient rebels dead; Attend the offer'd grace to-day, Nor lose the blessing by delay.
7 Seize the kind promise while it waits, And march to Zion's heavenly gates; Believe, and take the promis'd rest; Obey, and be for ever blest.]
Psalm 96:1. 1-10. &c. C. M. Christ's first and second coming.
1 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Ye tribes of every tongue; His new discover'd grace demands A new and nobler song.
2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, God's own almighty Son; His power the sinking world sustains, And grace surrounds his throne.
3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day, Joy thro' the earth be seen; Let cities shine in bright array, And fields in cheerful green.
4 Let an unusual joy surprise The islands of the sea; Ye mountains, sink, ye vallies, rise, Prepare the Lord his way.
5 Behold he comes, he comes to bless The nations as their God; To shew the world his righteousness, And send his truth abroad.
6 But when his voice shall raise the dead, And bid the world draw near, How will the guilty nations dread To see their Judge appear!
Psalm 96:2. As the 113th Psalm. The God of the Gentiles.
1 Let all the earth their voices raise To sing the choicest psalm of praise, To sing and bless Jehovah's name: His glory let the heathens know, His wonders to the nations show, And all his saving works proclaim.
2 The heathens know thy glory, Lord; The wondering nations read thy word, In Britain is Jehovah known: Our worship shall no more be paid To gods which mortal hands have made; Our Maker is our God alone.
3 He fram'd the globe, he built the sky, He made the shining worlds on high, And reigns complete in glory there: His beams are majesty and light; His beauties how divinely bright! His temple how divinely fair!
4 Come the great day, the glorious hour, When earth shall feel his saving power, And barbarous nations fear his name; Then shall the race of man confess The beauty of his holiness, And in his courts his grace proclaim.
Psalm 97:1. 1-5. First Part. Christ reigning in heaven, and coming to judgment.
1 He reigns; the Lord, the Saviour reigns; Praise him in evangelic strains; Let the whole earth in songs rejoice, And distant islands join their voice.
2 Deep are his counsels and unknown; But grace and truth support his throne: Tho' gloomy clouds his ways surround, Justice is their eternal ground.
3 In robes of judgment, lo! he comes, Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the tombs; Before him burns devouring fire, The mountains melt, the seas retire.
4 His enemies, with sore dismay, Fly from the sight, and shun the day; Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high, And sing, for your redemption's nigh.
Psalm 97:2. 6-9. Second Part. Christ's incarnation.
1 The Lord is come, the heavens proclaim His birth; the nations learn his Name; An unknown star directs the road Of eastern sages to their God.
2 All ye bright armies of the skies, Go, worship where the Saviour lies: Angels and kings before him bow, Those gods on high, and gods below.
3 Let idols totter to the ground, And their own worshippers confound; But Judah shout, but Zion sing, And earth confess her sovereign King.
Psalm 97:3. Third Part. Grace and glory.
1 Th' Almighty reigns exalted high O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky, Tho' clouds and darkness veil his feet, His dwelling is the mercy-seat.
2 O ye that love his holy Name, Hate every work of sin and shame; He guards the souls of all his friends, And from the snares of hell defends.
3 Immortal light and joys unknown Are for the saints in darkness sown; Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise, And the bright harvest bless our eyes.
4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record The sacred honours of the Lord; None but the soul that feels his grace Can triumph in his holiness.
Psalm 97:4. 1 3 5-7 11. C. M. Christ's incarnation, and the last judgment.
1 Ye islands of the northern sea, Rejoice, the Saviour reigns; His word like fire, prepares his way, And mountains melt to plains.
2 His presence sinks the proudest hills, And makes the vallies rise The humble soul enjoys his smiles, The haughty sinner dies.
3 The heavens his rightful power proclaim The idol-gods around Fill their own worshippers with shame, And totter to the ground.
4 Adoring angels at his birth Make the Redeemer known; Thus shall he come to judge the earth, And angels guard his throne.
5 His foes shall tremble at his sight, And hills and seas retire His children take their unknown flight, And leave the world in fire.
6 The seeds of joy and glory sown For saints in darkness here Shall rise and spring in worlds unknown, And a rich harvest bear.
Psalm 98:1. First Part. Praise for the gospel.
1 To our almighty Maker, God, New honours be address'd; his great salvation shines abroad, And makes the nations blest.
2 He spake the word to Abraham first, His truth fulfils the grace: The Gentiles make his Name their trust, And learn his righteousness.
3 Let the whole earth his love proclaim With all her different tongues; And spread the honours of his Name In melody and songs.
Psalm 98:2. Second Part. The Messiah's coming and kingdom.
1 Joy to the world; the Lord is come; Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns; Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains, Repeat the sounding joy.
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make his blessings flow Far as the curse is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love.
Psalm 99:1. First Part. Christ's kingdom and majesty.
1 The God Jehovah reigns, Let all the nations fear, Let sinners tremble at his throne, And saints be humble there.
2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, Let earth adore its Lord; Bright cherubs his attendants stand, Swift to fulfil his word.
3 In Zion is his throne, His honours are divine; His church shall make his wonders known, For there his glories shine.
4 How holy is his Name! How terrible his praise! Justice, and truth, and judgment join In all his works of grace.
Psalm 99:2. Second Part. A holy God worshipped with reverence.
1 Exalt the Lord our God, And worship at his feet; His nature is all holiness, And mercy is his seat.
2 When Israel was his church, When Aaron was his priest, When Moses cry'd, when Samuel pray'd, He gave his people rest.
3 Oft he forgave their sins, Nor would destroy their race; And oft he made his vengeance known, When they abus'd his grace.
4 Exalt the Lord our God, Whose grace is still time same; Still he's a God of holiness, And jealous for his Name.
Psalm 100:1. 1st M. A plain translation. Praise to our Creator.
1 Ye nations round the earth rejoice Before the Lord, your sovereign King; Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, With all your tongues his glory sing.
2 The Lord is God; 'tis he alone Doth life, and breath, and being give: We are his work, and not our own; The sheep that on his pastures live.
3 Enter his gates with songs of joy, With praises to his courts repair, And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honours there.
4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind; Great is his grace, his mercy sure; And the whole race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure.
Psalm 100:2. 2d M. A Paraphrase.
1 Sing to the Lord with joyful voice; Let every land his name adore; The British isles shall send the noise Across the ocean to the shore.
2 Nations, attend before his throne With solemn fear, with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and he destroy.
3 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men; And when like wandering sheep we stray'd, He brought us to his fold again.
4 We are his people, we his care, Our souls and all our mortal frame: What lasting honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy Name!
5 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth with her ten thousand tongues Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
6 Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth must stand When rolling years shall cease to move.
Psalm 101:1. L. M. The Magistrate's psalm.
1 Mercy and judgment are my song; And since they both to thee belong, My gracious God, my righteous King, To thee my songs and vows I bring.
2 If I am rais'd to bear the sword, I'll take my counsels from thy word; Thy justice and thy heavenly grace Shall be the pattern of my ways.
3 Let wisdom all my actions guide, And let my God with me reside; No wicked thing shall dwell with me, Which may provoke thy jealousy.
4 No sons of slander, rage and strife Shall be companions of my life; The haughty look, the heart of pride Within my doors shall ne'er abide.
5 [I'll search the land, and raise the just To posts of honour, wealth and trust: The men that work thy holy will, Shall be my friends and favourites still.]
6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise By flattering or malicious lies; And while the innocent I guard, The bold offender shan't be spar'd.
7 The impious crew (that factious band) Shall hide their heads, or quit the land; And all that break the public rest, Where I have power shall be supprest.
Psalm 101:2. C. M. A psalm for a master of a family.
1 Of justice and of grace I sing, And pay my God my vows; Thy grace and justice, heavenly King, Teach me to rule my house.
2 Now to my tent, O God, repair, And make thy servant wise; I'll suffer nothing near me there That shall offend thine eyes.
3 The man that doth his neighbour wrong, By falsehood or by force; The scornful eye, the slanderous tongue, I'll thrust them from my doors.
4 I'll seek the faithful and the just And will their help enjoy; These are the friends that I shall trust, The servants I'll employ.
5 The wretch that deals in sly deceit, I'll not endure a night; The liar's tongue I ever hate, And banish from my sight.
6 I'll purge my family around, And make the wicked flee; So shall my house be ever found A dwelling fit for thee.
Psalm 102:1. 1-13 20 21. First Part. A prayer of the afflicted.
1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace To hear when sinners cry?
2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair.
3 My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat; In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat.
4 As on some lonely building's top The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone.
5 My soul is like a wilderness, Where beasts of midnight howl; There the sad raven finds her place, And there the screaming owl.
6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste.
8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord, 'twas thy hand advanc'd me high, Thy hand hath cast me down.
9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear, And life's declining light Grows faint as evening shadows are, That vanish into night.
10 But thou for ever art the same, O my eternal God: Ages to come shall know thy Name, And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise and shew thy face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th' appointed hour of grace, That long expected day.
12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways Redeems the prisoners doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise.
Psalm 102:2. 13-21. Second Part. Prayer heard and Zion restored.
1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice, Behold the promis'd hour; Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t' exalt his power.
2 Her dust and ruins that remain Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before has name, And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sovereign on his throne, With pity in his eyes; He hears the dying prisoners groan, And sees their sighs arise.
5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death, And when his saints complain, It shan't be said 'That praying breath 'Was ever spent in vain.'
6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record, That ages yet unborn may read, And trust, and praise the Lord.
Psalm 102:3. 25-28. Third Part. Man's mortality and Christ's eternity; or, Saints die, but Christ and the church live.
1 It is the Lord our Saviour's hand Weakens our strength amidst the race; Disease and death at his command Arrest us, and cut short our days.
2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon: Thy years are one eternal day, And must thy children die so soon?
3 Yet in the midst of death and grief This thought our sorrow shall assuage, "Our Father and our Saviour live; "Christ is the same thro' every age."
4 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid; Heaven is the building of his hand: This earth grows old, these heavens shall fade, And all be chang'd at his command.
5 The starry curtains of the sky Like garments shall be laid aside; But still thy throne stands firm and high; Thy church for ever must abide.
6 Before thy face thy church shall live, And on thy throne thy children reign; This dying world shall they survive, And the dead saints be rais'd again.
Psalm 103:1. 1-7. First Part. L. M. Blessing God for his goodness to soul and body.
1 Bless, O my soul, the living God, Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad; Let all the powers within me join In work and worship so divine.
2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace; His favours claim thy highest praise; Why should the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence and forgot?
3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son To die for crimes which thou hast done; He owns the ransom; and forgives The hourly follies of our lives.
4 The vices of the mind he heals, And cures the pains that nature feels; Redeems the soul from hell, and saves Our wasting life from threat'ning graves.
5 Our youth decay'd his power repairs; His mercy crowns our growing years; He satisfies our mouth with good, And fills our hopes with heavenly food.
6 He sees th' oppressor and th' opprest, And often gives the sufferers rest; But will his justice more display In the last great rewarding day.
7 [His power he shew'd by Moses' hands, And gave to Israel his commands; But sent his truth and mercy down To all the nations by his Son.
8 Let the whole earth his power confess, Let the whole earth adore his grace; The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine.]
Psalm 103:2. 8-18. Second Part. L. M. God's gentle chastisement; or, His tender mercy to his people.
1. The Lord, how wondrous are his ways: How firm his truth how large his grace; He takes his mercy for his throne, And thence he makes his glories known.
2 Not half so high his power hath spread The starry heavens above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.
3 Not half so far hath nature plac'd The rising morning from the west, As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those he loves.
4 How slowly doth his wrath arise! On swifter wings salvation flies; And if he lets his anger burn, How soon his frowns to pity turn!
5 Amidst his wrath compassion shines; His strokes are lighter than our sins; And while his rod corrects his saints, His ear indulges their complaints.
6 So fathers their young sons chastise, With gentle hand and melting eyes; The children weep beneath the smart, And move the pity of their heart.
7 The mighty God, the wise, and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust; And will no heavy loads impose Beyond the strength that he bestows.
8 He knows how soon our nature dies, Blasted by every wind that flies; Like grass we spring, and die as soon, Or morning flowers that fade at noon.
9 But his eternal love is sure To all the saints, and shall endure: From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain.
Psalm 103:3. 1-7. First Part, S. M. Praise for spiritual and temporal mercies.
1 O Bless the Lord, my soul; Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his Name, Whose favours are divine.
2 O bless the Lord, my soul; Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die.
3 'Tis he forgives thy sins, 'Tis he relieves thy pain, 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And makes thee young again.
4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransom'd from the grave; He that redeem'd my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save.
5 He fills the poor with good; He gives the sufferers rest; The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for th' opprest.
6 His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known; But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son.
Psalm 103:4. 8-18. Second Part. S. M. Abounding compassion of God; or, Mercy in the midst of judgment.
1 My soul, repeat his praise Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate.
2 God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt.
3 High as the heavens are rais'd Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed.
4 His power subdues our sins; And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove.
5 The pity of the Lord To those that fear his Name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame.
6 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with every breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death.
7 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour.
8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure.
Psalm 103:5. 19-22. Third Part. S. M. God's universal dominion; or, Angels praise the Lord.
1 The lord, the sovereign King, Hath fix'd his throne on high; O'er all the heavenly world he rules, And all beneath the sky.
2 Ye angels great in might, And swift to do his will, Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear, Whose pleasure ye fulfil.
3 Let the bright hosts who wait The orders of their King, And guard his churches when they pray, Join in the praise they sing.
4 While all his wondrous works, Thro' his vast kingdoms shew Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul, Shalt sing his graces too.
Psalm 104. The glory of God in creation and providence.
1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays He in full Majesty appears, And, like a robe, his glory wears.
Note, This psalm may be sung to the tune of the old 112th or 127th Psalm, by adding the two following lines to every stanza, viz.
Great is the Lord; what tongue can frame An equal honour to his Name?
Otherwise it must be sung as the 100th psalm.
2 The heavens are for his curtains spread, Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot, when he flies On winged storms across the skies.
3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance, or his love.
4 The world's foundations by his hand Are pois'd, and shall for ever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again.
5 When earth was cover'd with the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd, and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed.
6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains.
7 He bids the crystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; Tame heifers there their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray.
8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise; And chide our silence in his praise.
9 God from his cloudy cistern, pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field A thousand joyful blessings yield.
10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature, or to cure.
11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a shining juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine, With inward joy our faces shine.
12 O bless his Name ye Britons, fed With nature's chief supporter, bread; While bread your vital strength imparts, Serve him with vigour in your hearts.
13 Behold the stately cedar stands, Rais'd in the forest by his hands: Birds to the boughs for shelter fly And build their nests secure on high.
14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain's foot The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell.
15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey.
16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies.
17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift; that sweet relief From tiresome toil and wasting grief.
18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee.
19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions, swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below.
20 There ships divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; There dwells the huge Leviathan, And foams and sports in spite of man.
21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands.
22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good; Eagles and bears, and whales and worms, Rejoice and praise in different forms.
23 But when thy face is hid, they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign, Life, breath, and spirit, all is thine.
24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death.
25 His works, the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise.
26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace.
27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet: Thy praises shall my breath employ, Till it expire in endless joy.
28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I, to my God, my heavenly King, Immortal hallelujahs sing.
Psalm 105. Abridged. God's conduct of Israel, and the plagues of Egypt.
1 Give thanks to God, invoke his Name, And tell the world his grace; Sound thro' the earth his deeds of fame, That all may seek his face.
2 His covenant, which he kept in mind For numerous ages past, To numerous ages yet behind, In equal force shall last.
3 He sware to Abraham and his seed, And made the blessing sure: Gentiles the ancient promise read, And find his truths endure.
4 "Thy seed shall make all nations blest," (Said the Almighty voice) "And Canaan's land shall be their rest, "The type of heavenly joys."
5 [How large the grant! how rich the grace! To give them Canaan's land, When they were strangers in the place, A little feeble band!
6 Like pilgrims thro' the countries round Securely they remov'd; And haughty kings that on them frown'd, Severely he reprov'd.
7 "Touch mine anointed, and my arm "Shall soon revenge the wrong: "The man that does my prophets harm Shall know their God is strong."
8 Then let the world forbear its rage, Nor put the church in fear: Israel must live thro' every age, And be th' Almighty's care.]
9 When Pharaoh dar'd to vex the saints, And thus provok'd their God, Moses was sent at their complaints, Arm'd with his dreadful rod.
10 He call'd for darkness; darkness came Like an o'erwhelming flood; He turn'd each lake and every stream To lakes and streams of blood.
11 He gave the sign, and noisome flies Thro' the whole country spread; And frogs, in croaking armies, rise About the monarch's bed.
12 Thro' fields, and towns, and palaces, The tenfold vengeance flew; Locusts in swarms devour'd their trees, And hail their cattle slew.
13 Then by an angel's midnight stroke, The flower of Egypt dy'd; The strength of every house was broke, Their glory and their pride.
14 Now let the world forbear its rage, Nor put the church in fear; Israel must live thro' every age, And be th' Almighty's care.
15 Thus were the tribes from bondage brought, And left the hated ground; Each some Egyptian spoils had got, And not one feeble found.
16 The Lord himself chose out their way, And mark'd their journies right, Gave them a leading cloud by day, A fiery guide by night.
17 They thirst; and waters from the rock In rich abundance flow, And following still the course they took, Ran all the desert thro'.
18 O wondrous stream O blessed type Of ever-flowing grace! So Christ our rock maintains our life Thro' all this wilderness.
19 Thus guarded by th' Almighty hand The chosen tribes possest Canaan the rich, the promis'd land, And there enjoy'd their rest.
20 Then let the world forbear its rage, The church renounce her fear; Israel must live thro' every age, And be th' Almighty's care.
Psalm 106:1. 1-5. First Part. Praise to God; or, Communion with saints.
1 To God, the great, the ever blest, Let songs of honour be addrest: His mercy firm for ever stands; Give him the thanks his love demands.
2 Who knows the wonders of thy ways? Who shall fulfil thy boundless praise? Blest are the souls that fear thee still, And pay their duty to thy will.
3 Remember what thy mercy did For Jacob's race, thy chosen seed; And with the same salvation bless The meanest suppliant of thy grace.
4 O may I see thy tribes rejoice, And aid their triumphs with my voice! This is my glory, Lord, to be Join'd to thy saints, and near to thee.
Psalm 106:2. 7 8 12-14 43-48. 2d Part. Israel punished and pardoned; or, God's unchangeable love.
1 God of eternal love, How fickle are our ways! And yet how oft did Israel prove Thy constancy of grace!
2 They saw thy wonders wrought, And then thy praise they sung; But soon thy works of power forgot, And murmur'd with their tongue.
3 Now they believe his word, While rocks with rivers flow; Now with their lusts provoke the Lord, And he reduc'd them low.
4 Yet when they mourn'd their faults, He hearken'd to their groans, Brought his own covenant to his thoughts, And call'd them still his sons.
5 Their names were in his book, He sav'd them from their foes; Oft he chastis'd, but ne'er forsook The people that he chose.
6 Let Israel bless the Lord, Who lov'd their ancient race; And Christians join the solemn word Amen, to all the praise.
Psalm 107:1. First Part. Israel led to Canaan, and Christians to Heaven.
1 Give thanks to God; he reigns above, Kind are his thoughts, his Name is love; His mercy ages past have known, And ages long to come shall own.
2 Let the redeemed of the Lord The wonders of his grace record; Israel, the nation whom he chose, And rescu'd from their mighty foes.
3 [When God's almighty arm had broke Their fetters and th' Egyptian yoke, They trac'd the desert, wandering round A wild and solitary ground.
4 There they could find no leading road, Nor city for a fix'd abode; Nor food, nor fountain to assuage Their burning thirst, or hunger's rage.]
5 In their distress to God they cry'd, God was their Saviour and their Guide; He led their march far wandering round, 'Twas the right path to Canaan's ground.
6 Thus when our first release we gain From sin's old yoke, and Satan's chain, We have this desert world to pass, A dangerous and a tiresome place.
7 He feeds and clothes us all the way, He guides our footsteps lest we stray, He guards us with a powerful hand And brings us to the heavenly land.
8 O let the saints with joy record The truth and goodness of the Lord! How great his works! how kind his ways! Let every tongue pronounce his praise.
Psalm 107:2. Second Part. Correction for sin, and release by prayer.
1 From age to age exalt his Name, God and his grace are still the same; He fills the hungry soul with food, And feeds the poor with every good.
2 But if their hearts rebel and rise Against the God that rules the skies, If they reject his heavenly word, And slight the counsels of the Lord,
3 He'll bring their spirits to the ground, And no deliverer shall be found; Laden with grief they waste their breath In darkness and the shades of death,
4 Then to the Lord they raise their cries, He makes the dawning light arise, And scatters all that dismal shade, That hung so heavy round their head.
5 He cuts the bars of brass in two, And lets the smiling prisoners thro'; Takes off the load of guilt and grief, And gives the labouring soul relief.
6 O may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord! How great his works! how kind his ways! Let every tongue pronounce his praise.
Psalm 107:3. Third Part. Intemperance punished and pardoned; or, A psalm for the glutton and the drunkard.
1 Vain man, on foolish pleasures bent, Prepares for his own punishment; What pains, what loathsome maladies From luxury and lust arise!
2 The drunkard feels his vitals waste, Yet drowns his health to please his taste; Till all his active powers are lost, And fainting life draws near the dust.
3 The glutton groans and loathes to eat, His soul abhors delicious meat; Nature, with heavy loads opprest, Would yield to death to be releas'd.
4 Then how the frighted sinners fly To God for help with earnest cry! He hears their groans, prolongs their breath, And saves them from approaching death,
5 No med'cines could effect the cure So quick, so easy, or so sure: The deadly sentence God repeals, He sends his sovereign word, and heals,
6 O may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord! And let their thankful offerings prove How they adore their Maker's love.
Psalm 107:4. Fourth Part. L. M. Deliverance from storms, and shipwreck; or, The Seaman's song.
1 Would you behold the works of God, His wonders in the world abroad, Go with the mariners, and trace The unknown regions of the seas.
2 They leave their native shores behind, And seize the favour of the wind, Till God command, and tempests rise That heave the ocean to the skies.
3 Now to the heavens they mount amain, Now sink to dreadful deeps again; What strange affrights young sailors feel, And like a staggering drunkard reel!
4 When land is far, and death is nigh, Lost to all hope, to God they cry; His mercy hears the loud address, And sends salvation in distress.
5 He bids the winds their wrath assuage; The furious waves forget their rage; 'Tis calm; and sailors smile to see The haven where they wish'd to be.
6 O may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord! Let them their private offerings bring, And in the church his glory sing.
Psalm 107:5. Fourth Part. C. M. The Mariner's psalm.
1 Thy works of glory, mighty Lord, Thy wonders in the deeps, The sons of courage shall record Who trade in floating ships.
2 At thy command the winds arise, And swell the towering waves; The men astonish'd mount the skies And sink in gaping graves.
3 [Again they climb the watery hills, And plunge in deeps again; Each like a tottering drunkard reels, And finds his courage vain.
4 Frighted to hear the tempest roar, They pant with fluttering breath, And, hopeless of the distant shore, Expect immediate death.]
5 Then to the Lord they raise their cries, He hears the loud request, And orders silence thro' the skies, And lays the floods to rest.
6 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears, And see the storm allay'd: Now to their eyes the port appears; There let their vows be paid.
7 'Tis God that brings them safe to land; Let stupid mortals know That waves are under his command, And all the winds that blow,
8 O that the sons of men would praise The goodness of the Lord! And those that see thy wondrous ways, Thy wondrous love record.
Psalm 107:6. Last Part. Colonies planted; or, Nations blest and punished.
A psalm for New England.
1 When God, provok'd with daring crimes, Scourges the madness of the times, He turns their fields to barren sand, And dries the rivers from the land.
2 His word can raise the springs again, And make the wither'd mountains green, Send showery blessings from the skies, And harvests in the desert rise.
3 [Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey, Or men as fierce and wild as they; He bids th' opprest and poor repair, And builds them towns and cities there.
4 They sow the fields, and trees they plant, Whose yearly fruit supplies their want: Their race grows up from fruitful stocks, Their wealth increases with their flocks.
5 Thus they are blest; but if they sin, He lets the heathen nations in, A savage crew invades their lands, Their princes die by barbarous hands.
6 Their captive sons, expos'd to scorn, Wander unpity'd and forlorn; The country lies unfenc'd, untill'd, And desolation spreads the field.
7 Yet if the humbled nation mourns, Again his dreadful hand he turns; Again he makes their cities thrive, And bids the dying churches live.]
8 The righteous, with a joyful sense, Admire the works of providence; And tongues of atheists shall no more Blaspheme the God that saints adore.
9 How few, with pious care, record The wondrous dealings of the Lord! But wise observers still shall find The Lord is holy, just, and kind.
Psalm 109. 1-5 31. Love to enemies, from the example of Christ.
1 God of my mercy and my praise, Thy glory is my song; The sinners speak against thy grace With a blaspheming tongue.
2 When in the form of mortal man Thy Son on earth was found, With cruel slanders, false and vain, They compass'd him around.
3 Their miseries his compassion move, Their peace he still pursu'd; They render hatred for his love, And evil for his good.
4 Their malice rag'd without a cause, Yet, with his dying breath, He pray'd for murderers on his cross, And blest his foes in death.
5 Lord, shall thy bright example shine In vain before my eyes? Give me a soul a-kin to thine To love mine enemies.
6 The Lord shall on my side engage, And, in my Saviour's name, I shall defeat their pride and rage Who slander and condemn.
Psalm 110:1. First Part. Christ exalted, and multitudes converted; or, The success of the gospel.
1 Thus the eternal Father spake To Christ the Son, "Ascend and sit "At my right hand, till I shall make "Thy foes submissive at thy feet.
2 "From Zion shall thy word proceed, "Thy word, the sceptre in thy hand, "Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed, "And bow their wills to thy command.
3 "That day shall shew thy power is great, "When saints shall flock with willing minds, "And sinners crowd thy temple gate, "Where holiness in beauty shines."
4 O blessed power! 0 glorious day! What a large victory shall ensue! And converts, who thy grace obey, Exceed the drops of morning dew.
Psalm 110:2. Second Part. The kingdom and priesthood of Christ.
1 Thus the great Lord of earth and sea Spake to his Son, and thus he swore; "Eternal shall thy priesthood be, "And change from hand to hand no more.
2 "Aaron and all his sons must die; "But everlasting life is thine, "To save for ever those that fly "For refuge from the wrath divine.
3 "By me Melchisedek was made "On earth a king and priest at once; "And thou, my heavenly priest, shalt plead, "And thou, my king, shalt rule my sons."
4 Jesus the priest ascends his throne, While counsels of eternal peace, Between the Father and the Son, Proceed with honour and success.
5 Thro' the whole earth his reign shall spread, And crush the powers that dare rebel; Then shall he judge the rising dead, And send the guilty world to hell.
6 Tho' while he treads his glorious way, He drink the cup of tears and blood, The sufferings of that dreadful day Shall but advance him near to God.
Psalm 110:3. C. M. Christ's kingdom and priesthood.
1 Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne, And near the Father sit; In Zion shall thy power be known, And make thy foes submit.
2 What wonders shall thy gospel do! Thy converts shall surpass The numerous drops of morning dew, And own thy sovereign grace.
3 God hath pronounc'd a firm decree, Nor changes what he swore; "Eternal shall thy priesthood be, "When Aaron is no more.
4 "Melchisedek, that wondrous priest, "That king of high degree, "That holy man who Abr'am blest, "Was but a type of thee."
5 Jesus our priest for ever lives To plead for us above; Jesus our king for ever gives The blessings of his love.
6 God shall exalt his glorious head, And his high throne maintain, Shall strike the powers and princes dead Who dare oppose his reign.
Psalm 111:1. First Part. The wisdom of God in his works.
1 Songs of immortal praise belong To my almighty God; He has my heart, and he my tongue To spread his Name abroad.
2 How great the works his hand has wrought! How glorious in our sight! And men in every age have sought His wonders with delight.
3 How most exact is nature's frame! How wise th' Eternal mind! His counsels never change the scheme That his first thoughts design'd.
4 When he redeem'd his chosen Son, He fix'd his covenant sure: The orders that his lips pronounce To endless years endure.
5 Nature and time, and earth and skies, Thy heavenly skill proclaim: What shall we do to make us wise, But learn to read thy Name?
6 To fear thy power, to trust thy grace Is our divinest skill; And he's the wisest of our race, That best obeys thy will.
Psalm 111:2. Second Part. The perfections of God.
1 Great is the Lord; his works of might Demand our noblest songs; Let his assembled saints unite Their harmony of tongues.
2 Great is the mercy of the Lord, He gives his children food; And ever mindful of his word, He makes his promise good.
3 His Son, the great Redeemer, came To seal his covenant sure: Holy and reverend is his Name, His ways are just and pure.
4 They that would grow divinely wise Must with his fear begin; Our fairest proof of knowledge lies In hating every sin.
Psalm 112:1. As the 113th Psalm. The blessings of the liberal man.
1 That man is blest who stands in awe Of God, and loves his sacred law: His seed on earth shall be renown'd; His house the seat of wealth shall be, An inexhausted treasury, And with successive honours crown'd.
2 His liberal favours he extends, To some he gives, to others lends; A generous pity fills his mind: Yet what his charity impairs He saves by prudence in affairs, And thus he's just to all mankind.
3 His hands, while they his alms bestow'd, His glory's future harvest sow'd; The sweet remembrance of the just, Like a green root, revives and bears A train of blessings for his heirs, When dying nature sleeps in dust.
4 Beset with threatening dangers round, Unmov'd shall he maintain his ground; His conscience holds his courage up: The soul that's fill'd with virtue's light, Shines brightest in affliction's night, And sees in darkness beams of hope.
5 [Ill tidings never can surprise His heart that fix'd on God relies, Tho' waves and tempests roar around: Safe on the rock he sits, and sees The shipwreck of his enemies, And all their hope and glory drown'd.
6 The wicked shall his triumph see, And gnash their teeth in agony To find their expectations crost: They and their envy, pride and spite, Sink down to everlasting night, And all their names in darkness lost.]
Psalm 112:2. L. M. The blessings of the pious and charitable.
1 Thrice happy man who fears the Lord, Loves his commands, and trusts his word; Honour and peace his days attend, And blessings to his seed descend.
2 Compassion dwells upon his mind, To works of mercy still inclin'd: He lends the poor some present aid, Or gives them, not to be repaid.
3 When times grow dark, and tidings spread That fill his neighbours round with dread, His heart is arm'd against the fear, For God with all his power is there.
4 His soul, well fix'd upon the Lord, Draws heavenly courage from his word; Amidst the darkness light shall rise, To cheer his heart, and bless his eyes.
5 He hath dispers'd his alms abroad, His works are still before his God; His name on earth shall long remain, While envious sinners fret in vain.
Psalm 112:3. C. M, Liberality rewarded.
1 Happy is he that fears the Lord, And follows his commands, Who lends the poor without reward, Or gives with liberal hands.
2 As pity dwells within his breast To all the sons of need; So God shall answer his request With blessings on his seed,
3 No evil tidings shall surprise His well-establish'd mind; His soul to God his refuge flies, And leaves his fears behind.
4 In times of general distress, Some beams of light shall shine To shew the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine.
5 His works of piety and love Remain before the Lord; Honour on earth and joys above Shall be his sure reward.
Psalm 113:1. Proper Time. The majesty and condescension of God.
1 Ye that delight to serve the Lord, The honours of his Name record, His sacred Name for ever bless: Where'er the circling sun displays His rising beams, or setting rays, Let lands and seas his power confess.
2 Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds, Can give his vast dominion bounds, The heavens are far below his height: Let no created greatness dare With our eternal God compare, Arm'd with his uncreated might.
3 He bows his glorious head to view What the bright hosts of angels do, And bends his care to mortal things; His sovereign hand exalts the poor, He takes the needy from the door, And makes them company for kings.
4 When childless families despair, He sends the blessings of an heir To rescue their expiring name: The mother with a thankful voice Proclaims his praises and her joys: Let every age advance his fame.
Psalm 113:2. L. M. God sovereign and gracious.
1 Ye servants of th' Almighty King, In every age his praises sing; Where'er the sun shall rise or set, The nations shall his praise repeat.
2 Above the earth, beyond the sky, Stands his high throne of majesty: Nor time, nor place, his power restrain, Nor bound his universal reign.
3 Which of the sons of Adam dare, Or angels, with their God compare? His glories how divinely bright, Who dwells in uncreated light!
4 Behold his love: he stoops to view What saints above and angels do; And condescends yet more to know The mean affairs of men below.
5 From dust and cottages obscure His grace exalts the humble poor; Gives them the honour of his sons, And fits them for their heavenly thrones.
6 [A word of his creating voice Can make the barren house rejoice: Tho' Sarah's ninety years were past, The promis'd seed is born at last.
7 With joy the mother views her son, And tells the wonders God has done: Faith may grow strong when sense despairs, If nature fails, the promise bears.]
Psalm 114. Miracles attending Israel's journey.
1 When Israel, freed from Pharaoh's hand, Left the proud tyrant and his land, The tribes with cheerful homage own Their King, and Judah was his throne.
2 Across the deep their journey lay; The deep divides to make them way: Jordan beheld their march, and fled With backward current to his head.
3 The mountains shook like frighted sheep, Like lambs the little hillocks leap; Not Sinai on her base could stand, Conscious of sovereign power at hand.
4 What power could make the deep divide? Make Jordan backward roll his tide? Why did ye leap, ye little hills? And whence the fright that Sinai feels?
5 Let every mountain, every flood, Retire and know th' approaching God, The king of Israel: see him here; Tremble, thou earth, adore and fear.
6 He thunders, and all nature mourns, The rock to standing pools he turns; Flints spring with fountains at his word, And fires and seas confess the Lord.
Psalm 115:1. First Metre. The true God our refuge; or, Idolatry reproved.
1 Not to ourselves, who are but dust, Not to ourselves is glory due, Eternal God, thou only just, Thou only gracious, wise, and true.
2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful Name; Why should a heathen's haughty tongue Insult us, and to raise our shame Say, "Where's the God you've serv'd so long?"
3 The God we serve maintains his throne Above the clouds, beyond the skies, Thro' all the earth his will is done, He knows our groans, he hears our cries.
4 But the vain idols they adore Are senseless shapes of stone and wood; At best a mass of glittering ore, A silver saint, or golden god.
5 [With eyes, and ears they carve their head, Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind; In vain are costly offerings made, And vows are scatter'd in the wind.
6 Their feet were never made to move, Nor hands to save when mortals pray; Mortals that pay them fear or love Seem to be blind and deaf as they.]
7 O Israel, make the Lord thy hope, Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest; The Lord shall build thy ruins up, And bless the people and the priest.
8 The dead no more can speak thy praise, They dwell in silence and the grave; But we shall live to sing thy grace, And tell the world thy power to save.
Psalm 115:2. Second Metre. As the new tune of the 50th Psalm. Popish idolatry reproved.
A psalm for the 5th of November.
1 Not to our names, thou only Just and True, Not to our worthless names is glory due; Thy power and grace, thy truth and justice claim Immortal honours to thy sovereign Name: Shine thro' the earth from heaven, thy blest abode, Nor let the heathens say, "And where's your God?"
2 Heaven is thine higher court; there stands thy throne, And thro' the lower worlds thy will is done: Our God fram'd all this earth, these heavens he spread, But fools adore the gods their hands have made: The kneeling crowd, with looks devout, behold Their silver saviours, and their saints of gold.
3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears; The molten image neither sees nor hears: Their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move, They have no speech, nor thought, nor power, nor love; Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints To their deaf idols, and their moveless saints.
4 The rich have statues well adorn'd with gold; The poor, content with gods of coarser mould, With tools of iron carve the senseless stock, Lopt from a tree, or broken from a rock: People and priest drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made.]
5 Be heaven and earth amaz'd! 'Tis hard to say Which is more stupid, or their gods or they: O Israel, trust the Lord, he hears and sees, He knows thy sorrows, and restores thy peace: His worship does a thousand comforts yield, He is thy help, and he thy heavenly shield.
6 O Britain, trust the Lord: thy foes in vain Attempt thy ruin, and oppose his reign; Had they prevail'd, darkness had clos'd our days, And death and silence had forbid his praise; But we are sav'd, and live: let songs arise, And Britain bless the God that built the skies.
Psalm 116:1. First Part. Recovery from sickness.
1 I love the Lord; he heard my cries, And pity'd every groan: Long as I live, when troubles rise, I'll hasten to his throne.
2 I love the Lord; he bow'd his ear, And chas'd my griefs away; O let my heart no more despair, While I have breath to pray!
3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell, And I drew near the dead, While inward pangs, and fears of hell Perplex'd my wakeful head.
4 "My God," I cry'd "thy servant save, "Thou ever good and just; "Thy power can rescue from the grave, "Thy power is all my trust."
5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest, He bid my pains remove: Return, my soul, to God thy rest, For thou hast known his love.
6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death, And dry'd my failing tears; Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, And my remaining years.
Psalm 116:2. 12 &c. Second Part. Vows made in trouble paid in the church; or, Public thanks for private deliverance.
1 What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne.
2 Among the saints that fill thine house, My offerings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made.
3 How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever blessed God! How dear thy servants in thy sight! How precious is their blood!
4 How happy all thy servants are! How great thy grace to me! My life which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee.
5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor shall my purpose move; Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love.
6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord.
Psalm 117:1. C. M. Praise to God from all nations.
1 O all ye nations, praise the Lord, Each with a different tongue; In every language learn his word, And let his Name be sung.
2 His mercy reigns thro' every land; Proclaim his grace abroad; For ever firm his truth shall stand, Praise ye the faithful God.
Psalm 117:2. L. M.
1 From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise! Let the Redeemer's name be sung Thro' every land, by every tongue.
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word: Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Psalm 117:3. S. M.
1 Thy Name, almighty Lord, Shall sound thro' distant lands; Great is thy grace, and sure thy word, Thy truth for ever stands.
2 Far be thine honour spread, And long thy praise endure, Till morning light and evening shade Shall be exchang'd no more.
Psalm 118:1. 6-15. First Part. Deliverance from a tumult.
1 The Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid What all the sons of earth can do, Since heaven affords its aid.
2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee, And have my God my friend, Than trust in men of high degree, And on their truth depend.
3 Like bees my foes beset me round, A large and angry swarm; But I shall all their rage confound By thine almighty arm.
4 'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is strong, In him my lips rejoice; While his salvation is my song, How cheerful is my voice!
5 Like angry bees they girt me round; When God appears they fly: So burning thorns, with crackling sound, Make a fierce blaze and die.
6 Joy to the saints and peace belongs; The Lord protects their days: Let Israel tune immortal songs To his almighty grace.
Psalm 118:2. 17-21. Second Part. Public praise for deliverance from death.
1 Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry, And rescu'd from the grave; Now shall he live: (and none can die If God resolve to save.)
2 Thy praise, more constant than before, Shall fill his daily breath; Thy hand that hath chastis'd him sore, Defends him still from death.
3 Open the gates of Zion now, For we shall worship there, The house where all the righteous go Thy mercy to declare.
4 Among th' assemblies of thy saints Our thankful voice we raise! There we have told thee our complaints, And there we speak thy praise.
Psalm 118:3. 22 23. Third Part. Christ the foundation of his church.
1 Behold the sure foundation-stone Which God in Zion lays To build our heavenly hopes upon, And his eternal praise.
2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear, And saints adore the Name, They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame.
3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain; Yet on this rock the church shall rest, And envy rage in vain.
4 What tho' the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise: 'Tis thy own work, almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes.
Psalm 118:4. 24 25 26. Fourth Part. Hosanna; the Lord's day; or, Christ's resurrection and our salvation.
1 This is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours his own; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day he rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell; To-day the saints his triumphs spread, And all his wonders tell.
3 Hosanna to th' anointed King, To David's holy Son: Help us, O Lord; descend and bring Salvation from the throne.
4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace; Who comes in God his Father's Name To save our sinful race.
5 Hosanna in the highest strains The church on earth can raise; The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.
Psalm 118:5. 22-27. S. M. An hosanna for the Lord's day; or, A new song of salvation by Christ.
1 See what a living-stone The builders did refuse; Yet God hath built his church thereon In spite of envious Jews.
2 The scribe and angry priest Reject thine only Son; Yet on this rock shall Zion rest, As the chief corner-stone.
3 The work, O Lord, is thine, And wondrous in our eyes; This day declares it all divine, This day did Jesus rise.
4 This is the glorious day That our Redeemer made; Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray, Let all the church be glad.
5 Hosanna to the King Of David's royal blood: Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring Salvation from your God.
6 We bless thine holy word, Which all this grace displays; And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our sacrifice of praise.
Psalm 118:6. 22-27. L. M. An hosanna for the Lord's day; or, A new song of salvation by Christ.
1 Lo! what a glorious corner-stone The Jewish builders did refuse; But God hath built his church thereon, In spite of envy and the Jews.
2 Great God, the work is all divine, The joy and wonder of our eyes; This is the day that proves it thine, The day that saw our Saviour rise.
3 Sinners rejoice, and saints be glad: Hosanna, let his Name be blest: A thousand honours on his head, With peace, and light, and glory, rest.
4 In God's own name he comes to bring Salvation to our dying race: Let the whole church address their King With hearts of joy, and songs of praise.
Psalm 119. I have collected and disposed the most useful verses of this psalm under eighteen different heads, and formed a divine song upon each of them. But the verses are much transposed to attain some degree of connection.
In some places, among the words "law," "commands," "judgments," "testimonies," I have used "gospel," "word," "grace," "truth," "promises," &c. as more agreeable to the language of the New Testament, and the common language of Christians, and it equally answers the design of the Psalmist, which was to recommend the holy scripture.
Psalm 119:01. First Part. The blessedness of saints, and misery of sinners.
Ver. 1 2 3. 1 Blest are the undefil'd in heart, Whose ways are right and clean; Who never from thy law depart, But fly front every sin.
2 Blest are the men that keep thy word, And practise thy commands; With their whole heart they seek the Lord, And serve thee with their hands.
Ver. 165. 3 Great is their peace who love thy law; How firm their souls abide! Nor can a bold temptation draw Their steady feet aside.
Ver. 6. 4 Then shall my heart have inward joy, And keep my face from shame, When all thy statutes I obey, And honour all thy name.
Ver. 21 118. 5 But haughty sinners God will hate, The proud shall die accurst; The sons of falsehood and deceit Are trodden to the dust.
Ver. 119 155. 6 Vile as the dross the wicked are; And those that leave thy ways Shall see salvation from afar, But never taste thy grace.
Psalm 119:02. Second Part. Secret devotion and spiritual mindedness; or, Constant converse with God.
Ver. 147 55. 1 TO thee, before the dawning light, My gracious God, I pray; I meditate thy Name by night, And keep thy law by day.
Ver. 81. 2 My spirit faints to see thy grace, Thy promise bears me up; And while salvation long delays, Thy word supports my hope.
Ver. 164. 3 Seven times a day I lift my hands, And pay my thanks to thee; Thy righteous providence demands Repeated praise from me.
Ver. 62. 4 When midnight darkness veils the skies, I call thy works to mind; My thoughts in warm devotion rise, And sweet acceptance find.
Psalm 119:03. Third Part. Profession: of sincerity, repentance, and obedience.
Ver. 57 60. 1 Thou art my portion, O my God; Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste t' obey thy word, And suffers no delay.
Ver. 30 14. 2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, And glory in my choice: Not all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice.
3 The testimonies of thy grace I set before my eyes; Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies.
Ver. 59. 4 If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways, Then turn my feet to thy commands, And trust thy pardoning grace.
Ver. 94 114. 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, O save thy servant, Lord; Thou art my shield, my hiding-place, My hope is in thy word.
Ver. 112. 6 Thou hast inclin'd this heart of mine, Thy statutes to fulfil; And thus till mortal life shall end Would I perform thy will.
Psalm 119:04. Fourth Part. Instruction from scripture.
Ver. 9. 1 How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin? Thy word the choicest rules imparts To keep the conscience clean.
Ver. 130. 2 When once it enters to the mind, It spreads such light abroad, The meanest souls instruction find, And raise their thoughts to God.
Ver. 105. 3 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, That guides us all the day; And thro' the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way.
Ver. 99 100. 4 The men that keep thy law with care, And meditate thy word, Grow wiser than their teachers are, And better know the Lord.
Ver. 104 113. 5 Thy precepts make me truly wise: I hate the sinner's road; I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, But love thy law, my God.
Ver. 89 90 91. 6 [The starry heavens thy rule obey, The earth maintains her place; And these thy servants night and day Thy skill and power express!
7 But still thy law and gospel, Lord, Have lessons more divine; Not earth stands firmer than thy word, Nor stars so nobly shine.]
Ver. 160 140 9 116. 8 Thy word is everlasting truth; How pure is every page! That holy book shall guide our youth, And well support our age.
Psalm 119:05. Fifth Part. Delight in scripture; or, The word of God dwelling in us.
Ver. 97. 1 O How I love thy holy law! 'Tis daily my delight; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night.
Ver. 148. 2 My waking eyes prevent the day To meditate thy word; My soul with longing melts away To hear thy gospel, Lord.
Ver. 3 13 54. 3 How doth thy word my heart engage! How well employ my tongue! And, in my tiresome pilgrimage, Yields me a heavenly song.
Ver. 19 103. 4 Am I a stranger, or at home, 'Tis my perpetual feast; Not honey dropping from the comb So much allures the taste.
Ver. 72 127. 5 No treasures so enrich the mind; Nor shall thy word be sold For loads of silver well refin'd, Nor heaps of choicest gold.
Ver. 28 49 175. 6 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace Are pillars to support my hope, And there I write thy praise.
Psalm 119:06. Sixth Part. Holiness and comfort from the word.
Ver. 128. 1 Lord, I esteem thy judgments right, And all thy statutes just; Thence I maintain a constant fight With every flattering lust.
Ver. 97 9. 2 Thy precepts often I survey; I keep thy law in sight, Thro' all the business of the day, To form my actions right.
Ver. 62. 3 My heart in midnight silence cries, "How sweet thy comforts be!" My thoughts in holy wonder rise, And bring their thanks to thee.
Ver. 162. 4 And when my spirit drinks her fill At some good word of thine, Not mighty men that share the spoil Have joys compar'd to mine.
Psalm 119:07. Seventh Part. Imperfection of nature, and perfection of scripture.
Ver. 96. paraphrased. 1 Let all the heathen writers join To form one perfect book, Great God, if once compar'd with thine, How mean their writings look!
2 Not the most perfect rules they gave Could shew one sin forgiven, Nor lead a step beyond the grave; But thine conduct to heaven.
3 I've seen an end of what we call Perfection here below; How short the powers of nature fall, And can no farther go!
4 Yet men would fain be just with God By works their hands have wrought; But thy commands, exceeding broad, Extend to every thought.
5 In vain we boast perfection here, While sin defiles our frame, And sinks our virtues down so far, They scarce deserve the name.
6 Our faith and love, and every grace, Fall far below thy word; But perfect truth and righteousness Dwell only with the Lord.
Psalm 119:08. Eighth Part. The word of God is the saint's portion; or, The excellency and variety of scripture.
Ver. 111. paraphrased. 1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage.
2 I'll read the histories of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While thro' the promises I rove, With ever fresh delight.
3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown Where springs of life arise, Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies.
4 The best relief that mourners have, It makes our sorrows blest; Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest.
Psalm 119:09. Ninth Part. Desire of knowledge; or, The teachings of the Spirit with the word.
Ver. 64 66 18. 1 Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord, How good thy works appear! Open mine eyes to read thy word, And see thy wonders there.
Ver. 73 125. 2 My heart was fashion'd by thy hand, My service is thy due: O make thy servant understand The duties he must do.
Ver. 19. 3 Since I'm a stranger here below, Let not thy path be hid; But mark the road my feet should go, And be my constant guide.
Ver. 26. 4 When I confess'd my wandering ways, Thou heardst my soul complain; Grant me the teachings of thy grace, Or I shall stray again.
Ver. 33 34. 5 If God to me his statutes shew, And heavenly truth impart, His work for ever I'll pursue, His laws shall rule my heart.
Ver. 50 71. 6 This was my comfort when I bore Variety of grief; It made me learn thy word the more, And fly to that relief.
Ver. 51. 7 [In vain the proud deride me now; I'll ne'er forget thy law, Nor let that blessed gospel go Whence all my hopes I draw.
Ver. 27 121. 8 When I have learn'd my Father's will I'll teach the world his ways; My thankful lips inspir'd with zeal Shall loud pronounce his praise.]
Psalm 119:10. Tenth Part. Pleading the promises.
Ver. 38 49. 1 Behold thy waiting servant, Lord, Devoted to thy fear; Remember and confirm thy word, For all my hopes are there.
Ver. 41 58 107. 2 Hast thou not writ salvation down, And promis'd quickening grace? Doth not my heart address thy throne? And yet thy love delays.
Ver. 132 42. 3 Mine eyes for thy salvation fail; O bear thy servant up; Nor let the scoffing lips prevail, Who dare reproach my hope.
Ver. 49 74. 4 Didst thou not raise my faith, O Lord? Then let thy truth appear: Saints shall rejoice in my reward, And trust as well as fear.
Psalm 119:11. Eleventh Part. Breathing after holiness.
Ver. 5 33. 1 O that the Lord would guide my ways To keep his statutes still! O that my God would grant me grace To know and do his will!
Ver. 29. 2 O send thy Spirit down to write Thy law upon my heart! Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, Nor act the liar's part.
Ver. 37 36. 3 From vanity turn off my eyes: Let no corrupt design, Nor covetous desires arise Within this soul of mine.
Ver. 133. 4 Order my footsteps by thy word, And make my heart sincere, Let sin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my conscience clear.
Ver. 176. 5 My soul hath gone too far astray, My feet too often slip; Yet since I've not forgot thy way, Restore thy wandering sheep.
Ver. 35. 6 Make me to walk in thy commands, 'Tis a delightful road; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, Offend against my God.
Psalm 119:12. Twelfth Part. Breathing after comfort and deliverance.
Ver. 153. 1 My God, consider my distress, Let mercy plead my cause; Tho' I have sinn'd against thy grace, I can't forget thy laws.
Ver. 39 116. 1 Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach Which I so justly fear; Uphold my life, uphold my hopes, Nor let my shame appear.
Ver. 122 135. 3 Be thou a surety, Lord, for me, Nor let the proud oppress; But make thy waiting servant see The shinings of thy face.
Ver. 82. 4 My eyes with expectation fail, My heart within me cries, "When will the Lord his truth fulfil, "And make my comforts rise?"
Ver. 132. 5 Look down upon my sorrows, Lord, And shew thy grace the same As thou art ever wont t' afford To those that love thy Name.
Psalm 119:13. Thirteenth Part. Holy fear, and tenderness of conscience.
Ver. 10. 1 With my whole heart I've sought thy face, O let me never stray From thy commands, O God of grace, Nor tread the sinner's way.
Ver. 11. 2 Thy word I've hid within my heart To keep my conscience clean, And be an everlasting guard From every rising sin.
Ver. 63 53 158. 3 I'm a companion of the saints Who fear and love the Lord; My sorrows rise, my nature faints, When men transgress thy word.
Ver. 161 163. 4 While sinners do thy gospel wrong, My spirit stands in awe; My soul abhors a lying tongue, But loves thy righteous law.
Ver. 161 120. 5 My heart with sacred reverence hears The threatenings of thy word: My flesh with holy trembling fears The judgments of the Lord.
Ver. 166 174. 6 My God, I long, I hope, I wait For thy salvation still; While thy whole law is my delight, And I obey thy will.
Psalm 119:14. Fourteenth Part. Benefit of afflictions, and support under them.
Ver. 153 81 82. 1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord, And thy deliverance send; My soul for thy salvation faints, When will my troubles end?
Ver. 71. 2 Yet I have found, 'tis good for me To bear my Father's rod; Afflictions make me learn thy law, And live upon my God.
Ver. 50. 3 This is the comfort I enjoy When new distress begins, I read thy word, I run thy way, And hate my former sins.
Ver. 92. 4 Had not thy word been my delight When earthly joys were fled, My soul opprest with sorrow's weight Had sunk amongst the dead.
Ver. 75. 5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, Tho' they may seem severe; The sharpest sufferings I endure Flow from thy faithful care.
Ver. 67. 6 Before I knew thy chastening rod My feet were apt to stray; But now I learn to keep thy word, Nor wander from thy way.
Psalm 119:15. Fifteenth Part. Holy resolutions.
Ver. 93. That thy statutes every hour Might dwell upon my mind! Thence I derive a quickening power, And daily peace I find.
Ver. 15 16. 2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord, Shall be my sweet employ; My soul shall ne'er forget thy word, Thy word is all my joy.
Ver. 32. 3 How would I run in thy commands, If thou my heart discharge From sin and Satan's hateful chains, And set my feet at large!
Ver. 13 46. 4 My lips with courage shall declare Thy statutes and thy Name; I'll speak thy word, tho' kings should hear Nor yield to sinful shame.
Ver. 61 69 70. 5 Let bands of persecutors rise To rob me of my right, Let pride and malice forge their lies, Thy law is my delight.
Ver. 115. 6 Depart from me, ye wicked race, Whose hands and hearts are ill; I love my God, I love his ways, And must obey his will.
Psalm 119:16. Sixteenth Part. Prayer for quickening grace.
Ver. 25 37. 1 My soul lies cleaving to the dust; Lord, give me life divine; From vain desires and every lust Turn off these eyes of mine.
2 I need the influence of thy grace To speed me in thy way, Lest I should loiter in my race, Or turn my feet astray.
Ver. 107. 3 When sore afflictions press me down, I need thy quickening powers; Thy word that I have rested on shall help my heaviest hours.
Ver. 156 140. 4 Are not thy mercies sovereign still? And thou a faithful God? Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal To run the heavenly road?
Ver. 159 40. 5 Does not my heart thy precepts love, And long to see thy face? And yet how slow my spirits move Without enlivening grace!
Ver. 93. 6 Then shall I love thy gospel more, And ne'er forget thy word, When I have felt its quickening power To draw me near the Lord.
Psalm 119:17. Seventeenth Part. Courage and perseverance under persecution; or, Grace shining in difficulties and trials.
Ver. 143 28. 1 When pain and anguish seize me, Lord, All my support is from thy word: My soul dissolves for heaviness, Uphold me with thy strengthening grace.