a When to thy works on high
I rafe my wand'ring eyes,
And tee the moon, compete in light,
Adorn the darkfome skies:
3 When I furvey the ftare,
And all their fhining torms,
Lord what is man, that worthless thing,
A-kin to duft and worms?
4 Lord, what is worthlefs man,
That thou fhould ft love him fo!
Next to thine angets is he plac'd,
And Lord of all below.
5 Thine honors crown his end,
Whhe beafs, like flaves, obey,
And birds that cut the air with wings,
And fish which cleave the fea.
How rich thy bounties are!
And wonds us are thy ways:
Of duft and worms thy pow'r can frame"
A monument of praile,
17 Out of the mouths of babes
And fucklings, thou canft araw
Surprising honors to thy name!
And frike the world with awe.
O Lord, our heav'nly king,
Thy name is all divine
Thy glories round the earth are spread
And o'er the heav'ns they fine.}
PSALM VIII. Common metre.
Cbrift's condefcenfion and glorification; or, God made man.
LORD, our Lord, how
LORD, our Lord, how wond rous great
The glories of thy heav niy ftate
Let men and babes proclaim
When I behold thy works on high, The moon which rules the night And ftars that well adorn the sky Thofe moving worlds of Fight.
3. Lord what is man or all his race, Who dwells fo far below.
That thou fhould'ft vifit him with grace, And love bis nature fo!
4 That thine eternal Son fhould bear
To take a mortal form,
Made lower than his angels are,
To fave a dying worm!
Is Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown
And men would not adore,
Obedient feas and fishes own,
His Godhead and his pow'r.
6 The waves lay fpread beneath his feet;
And fish at his command,.
Bring their large floals to Peter's net,
Bring tribute to his hand.
7 Thele leffer glories of thy Son
Shone through the fleshy cloud;
No behold him on his throne,
And then confels him God.)
Let him te crown'd with majefty,
Who bow'd his head to death;
And be his beds Bunded high,
By all things have breath.
Jefus our Lord, how wood'rous great thine exalted name!
Theories of thy heav'nly flate
Let the whole earth proclaim.
PSATM VIII. Paraphrafed
Firft part. Long metre
The Hofana of the children; or, infants praifing
LMIGHTY Ruler of the fkies,
Arro the wide earth thy name is fpread;
And thine eternal glories rife
O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made.
2 To thee the voices of the young,
A monument of honor/raife;
And babes, with uniaftructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.
3 Thy pow'r affits their tender age.
To bring proud rebels to the ground;
To fill the boki blafphemer's rage,
And all their policies confound.
4 Children amidst thy temple throng
To fee their great Redeemer's face;
The fon of David is their fong,
And young Hejannas fill the place.
5 The frowning fcribes and angry priefts
In vain their impious cavils bring;
Revenge fits filent in their breasts
While Jewish babes proclaim their king.
PSALM VIII. Paraphrafed.
Second part. Long metre.
Adam and Chrift Lords of the old and the neto
LORD, what was man, when made at firf,
Adam, the offspring of the duft,i
That thou should't fet him and his race,
But juft below an angel's place!
That thou fhould't raise his nature fo,
And make him Lord of all below;
Make ev'ry beast and bird submit,
And lay the fish es at his feet!
3 But O! what brighter glorics wait
To crown the second Adam': state;
What honors fhall thy Son adorn;
Who condefcended to be born!
4 See him below his ange's made;
See him in dust among the dead,
To fave a ruin'd world from fin;
Then fee him reign with power divine!
5 The world to come redeem'd from all
The mis'ries which attend the fail,
New made and glor'ous fh all fubmit
At our exalted Saviour's feet..
PSALM IX. Firß port,
Wrath and mercy from the Judy?ment feat.
WITH.my whose het 's my fong;
Thy wonders I'll procian;
Thou Soy'reign Judge of right and wrong
Wilt put my foes to thame.
I'll fing thy majefly and grace :
My God prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteep fnefs,
And make his vengence known.
Then hall the lord a refuge prove
For all the poor opprefs'd;
To fave the people of his love,
And give the weary reft.
4 The men who know thy name will truft,
In thy abundant grace;
For thou haft ne'er for fook the juft,
Who humbly feek thy face.
5 Sing praifes to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Sion's hill
Who executes his threatning word,
And doth his grace fulfil.
PSALM IX. Second part.
The avitom and equity of Providence.
THEN the Great Judge, Supreme and juft,
Shall once enquire for blood,
The humble fouls who mourn in duft,
Shall find a faithful God.
2 He from the dreadful gates of death
Does his own children raife:
In Sion's gates, with cheerful breath,
They fing their Father's praife.
His foes fhall fall with heedlefs feet,
Into the pit they made:
And finners perifh in the net
Which their own hands had fpread.
4 Thus by thy judgements mighty God,
Are thy deep counfels known:
When men of mischief are destroy'd,
The fnare must be their own.
5 The wicked fhall fink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Againft thy known commands.
6 Though faints to fore diftrefs are brought, And wait and long complain,
Their cries fhall never be forgot,
Nor fhall their hopes be vain.
[7 Rife great Redeemer, from thy feat,
To judge and fave the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.
8 Thy thunder fhall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,
Make them confefs that thou art God,
And they but feeble menţ
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