Th' Almighty thunders from the sky!
Their grandeur melts. their title die :
As hills of fnow diffolve and run,
Or nails which perish in their flime!
Or births which come before their 'ime,
Vain births, that never fee the fun!

6 Thus fhall the vengeance of the Lord
Safety and joy to faints afford;

And all, who hear, fhall join and fay "Sure there's a God who rules on high; "A God who hears his children cry, "And will their fuff'rings well repay."

PSALM LX. Common metre.

On aday of humiliation for di oppointments in War..

ORD, halt thou caft New England off?
Muft we forever mourn?

Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath ?
Shall mercy ne'er return ?

2 The terror of one frown of thine
Melts all our ftrength away;

Like men who totter, drunk with wine,
We tremble in difmay.

3

New England thakes beneath thy ftrokes
And dreads thy threat'ning hand;

heal the peopic thou haft broke,
Reftore the trembling land.

4 Lift up a banner in the field,
For those who fear hy name:
Save thy beloved, with thy shield,
And put our foes to fhame.

5 Go with our armies to the fight,
Like a confed'rate God:

In vain, eonfed'rate powers unite
Against thy lifted rod.

6 Our troops fhall gain a wide renown;
By thine affifting hand;,...
'Tis God who treads the mighty down,
And makes the feeble itand.

PSALM LXI. Short metre:
Safety in God,

WHEN overwhelm'd with grief,

My heart within me dies,

Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heav'n I lift my eyes.

2 O lead me to the Rock
That's high above my head!
And make the covert of thy wings
My fhelter and my fhade

3 Within thy prefence, Lord,
For ever 'll abide ;

Thou art the Tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.

4 Thou giveft me the lot

Of those who fear thy name;

If end efs life be their reward,

I fhall poffefs the fame."

PSALM LXII. Long metre. No trust in the creatures; or Faith in Divine Grace and Power.

M My only refuge is his throne;

"Y fpirit looks to God alone;

In all my fears, in all my ftraits,
My foul on his falvation waits.

2 Truft him, ye faints, in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before his face
When helpers fail, and foes invades
God is our ail-fufficient aid.

Falfe are the men of high degree,
The bafer fort are vanity;
Laid in a balance, both appear
Light as a puff of empty air.

4 Make not increafing gold your truft..
Nor fet your heart on glitt'ring duft;
Why will you grafp the fleeting moke,
And not believe what God has fpoke?
5 Once has His awful voice declar'd,
Once and again my ears have heard,
"All pow'r is his eternal due;
"He must be fear'd and trafted too."

6 For fov'reign pow'r reigns not alone,
Grace is a partner of the throne:
Thy grace and jufticé, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our laft reward.

PSALM LXIII. First part. Com. metre.

The morning of a Lord's day.

Ethafte to feed thy face:

ARLY, my God, without delay,

My thirty fpirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.

2 So pilgrims, on the fcorching fand,
Beneath a burning sky,

Long for a cooling ftream at hand,
And they muft drink or die.

3 I've feen thy glory and thy pow'r,
Through all thy temple fhine;
My God. repeat that heav'nly hour,
That vifion fo divine.

4 Not all the bleffings of a feaft
Can pleafe iny four fo well,
As when thy richer grace I tafte,
And in thy prefence dweil,

5 Not Wife itself, with all her joys,
Can my best paffions move,
Or raife to high my cheerful voice
As thy forgivin love.

6 Thus, 'till ny last expiring day,
I' biefs my God and King,
Thus lift my han is to pray,
and tune my lips to fing.

PSALM LXIII. Second part.Com.metre.
Midnight thoughts recolle led

WAS in the watches of the night
I thought upon thy pow'r ;

I kept thy lovely face in fight
Amidft the darkest hour.

2 My flesh lay refting on my bed,
My foul arofe on high;
My God! my Life! my Hope! I faid,
Bring thy alvation nigh.

3 My pirit labors up thine hill,
And climbs the heav'nly rod :
Bu thy right hand upholds me ftill,
While I purfue my God.

4 Thy mercy ftretches o'er my head
The fhadow of thy wings;
My heart rejoices in thine aid,
My tongue awakes, and fings.
5 But the deftroyers of my peace
Shall fret an I rage in van:
The tempter hal forever cease,
And all my fins be flin.

6 Thy ford thall give my fees to death,
And fend them down to dwell

In the dark caverns of the earth,
Or to the depths of heil.

PSALM LXIII. Long metre.

Longing after God; or, The Love of God better than Life.

GREAT God! indulge my humble clam

Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Reft;
The glorics which compofe thy name
Stand all engag'd to make me bleft,

2 Thou Great and Good, thou Juft and Wife,
Thou art my Father and my God;
And I am thine, by facred ties;

Thy fon, thy fervant, bought with blood !~
3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands,
For thes I long, to thee look,
Astravellers, in thirty lande,
Pant for the cooling water-brook.

4

With early feet I love t' appear Among thy faints, and feek thy face; Oft have I feen thy glory there,

And felt the pow'r of fov'reign grce.

s Not fruits, nor wings which tempt our tafe.
Nor all the joys our fenfes know,
Could make me fo divinely bleft,
Or raife my cheerful paffion fo..
6 My life itfelf, without thy love,,
No tefte of pleasure could afford;
"Twould but a tire fome burden prove,
If I were bani'd from the Lord.

7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When bufy cares afflict my head,
One thought of thee gives new delight,
And adds refreshment to my bcd.

8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raife my voice
While I have breath to pray or praife;
This work fhall make my heart rejoice,
And fpend the remnant of my days.