PSALM V.

Glory of God in his word.

1 I love the volume of thy word;
What light and joy it's truths afford
To fouls benighted and distrest!
Thy threatenings wake our flumbering eyes
And warn us to be timely wife,

To turn and take thine offer'd rest.

2 Thy law forbids our feet to ftray,
Thy counfels guide our doubtful way
To perfect, pure, and lafting blifs.
The hopes thy promises inspire
Enflame our fouls with ftrong defire

3

To reach the heavens where Jefus is.

Oh may thy word thofe faults reveal
Which blind felf-love may yet conceal,

And from prefumptuous fins reftrain!
Thus taught to ufe the book of grace,
We'll raise a livelier fong of praise

That we poffefs it not in vain.

W.

PSALM VI.

PSALM VI.

Thanks to God our creator, and preferver, and redeemer.

I GIVE thanks to God moft high,

The univerfal Lord,

The fovereign King of kings;
And be his grace ador'd.

His power and grace

Are ftill the fame;
And let his name

Have endless praise.

2 How mighty is his hand!
How great the works of God!
He form'd the earth and feas,
And spread the heavens abroad.
Thy mercy, Lord,

Shall ftill endure;

And ever fure

Abides thy word.

3 He fent his holy Son

To fave us from our woe,
From error, fear, and fin,
And every deadly foe.

1 I'LL praise my maker while I have breath; And when this voice is loft in death

Praise fhall my nobler powers employ :
My days of praise fhall ne'er be past ;
So long as life or thought fhall laft
The praise of God fhall be my joy.

2 Happy the man whofe hopes rely
On God alone. He made the sky
And earth and feas with all their train ;

His liberal hand the poor fupplies;
He hears oppreffed virtue's cries;
And none fhall find his promise vain.

3 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord fupports the finking mind;
He fends the contrite spirit peace ;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the prifoner kind release.

4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath,
And when this voice is loft in death,
Praise fhall my nobler powers employ :
My days of praise shall ne'er be past;
So long as life or thought fhall last,
The praise of God fhall be my joy. W.

PSALM VIII.

Univerfal praise to God the Creator and Governor of

the world.

I THIS world and those above

In glorious order stand,

Or in fwift courses move
By God's fupreme command.

He

He spake the word,
And all their frame
From nothing came
To praise the Lord.

2 All have obey'd his will
From unknown ages past,
And fhall his word fulfil
While time and nature laft.
In different ways
His works proclaim
His wondrous name,
And speak his praise.

3 Let kings and judges fear
The Lord, the fovereign king;
And while they rule us here,
To him their homage bring.
Let not the dream

Of pomp and state

Their awe abate

Of power fupreme.

4 Let blooming youth engage
To found his praise divine;
Let infancy and age
Their feebler voices join: