To David and his royal feed,
Thy grace forever fhall extend;
Thy love to faints in Chrift their Head,
Knows not a limit, nor an end.

PSALM XVIII. First part. Com. metre.
Victory and triumph over temporal enemiet.

E love thee, Lord, and we adore,
Now is thine arms reveal'd;

Thou art our ftrength, our heav'nly tow'r,
Our bulwark and our fhiel.

2 We fly to our eternal Rock,
And find a fure defence:

His holy name our lips invoke,
And draw falvation thence.

3

When God, our Leader fhines in arms,
What mortal heart can bear

The thunder of his loud alarms,

The light'ning of his fpear?

4 He rides upon the winged wind,
And anges, in array,

In millions wait, to know his mind,
And fwift as flames obey.

He fpeaks, and at his fierce rebuke
Whole armies are difmay'd;

His voice, his frown, h is angry look
Strikes all their coura ge dead.

6 He forms our gen❜rals for the field,
With all their dreadful skill,

*Gives them his awful fword to wield,
And makes their hearts of itcel,

[7 He arms our captains for the fight,
Tho' there his name's forgot;
(He girded Cyrus with his might,
But Cyrus know him not)

Oft has the Lord whole nations bleft,
For his own Churches' fake ;

The pow'rs which give his people reft,
Shall of his care partake.]

PSALM XVIII, Second Part. Com. metre. The tonquerrors fong.

To

O thine almighty arm we owe
The triumphs of the day;

Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,
And meit their feng.h away.

"Tis by thine aid our troops prevail,
And break united pow'rs;

Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale
The proudeft of their tow'rs.

3 How have we chas'd them through the field,
And trod them to the ground,
While thy falvation was our field;
But the y no fhelter found!

4 In vain to idol-faints they cry;
They perifh in their blood:
Where is a rock fo great, fo high,
So pow'iful as our God?

s The Rock of Ifr'el ever lives;
His name be ever bleft;
'Tis hisown arm the vi&t'ry gives,
And gives his people reft.

On faints who live as David did,
He pours his bieffings down;
Secures their privilege to their feed,
And treats them as his own,

PSALM XIX. First part. Short metre. The book of nature and fcripture.

For a Lord's-day morning

EHOLD the lofty fky

Bechures its Maker God,

And all his ftarry works on high.
Proclaim his pow'r abroad.
2 Tre darkness and the light
Still keep their courfe the fame ;
White night to day and day to night,
Divinely teach his name.

In ev'ry diff'rent land

Their gen'ral voice is known ; They fhew the wonders of his hand, And orders of his throne.

4 America, rejoice!

He here reveals his word;
We are not left to nature's voice

To bid us know the Lord.

His ftatutes and commands
Are fet before cur eyes;

He puts his gofbel in our hands,
Where our fa vation lies.

6 His laws are just and pure;
His truth without deceit;
His promiles forever sure,

And his rewards are great.
[7 Not honey to the tafte
Affordafo much delight;
Nor gold, which has the furnace paft,
So much allures the fight.

8 While of thy works I fing.
Thy glory to proclaim,

Accept the praife, my God, my King,
In my Redeemer's name J

SALM XIX. Second part. Short metre. God's word most excellent; or, fincerity and

watchfulness.

For a Lord's-day morning.

BEHOLD the morning fun

Begins his glorious way!

His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.

2 But where the gospel comes,
It spreads diviner light;

It calls dead finners from their tombe,
And gives the blind their fight.

3 How perfect is thy word!
And all thy judgments juft;
For ever fure thy promife, Lord,
And men fecurely truft.
4 My gracious God, how plaia
Are thy directions giv'n!
may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heav'n !
PANSE.

I hear thy word with love,
And I would fain obey;
Send thy goed Spirit from above
To guide me, left I stray.

O who can ever find
The errors of his ways;

Yet, with a bold prefumptuous mind
I would not dare tranfgrefs.

Warn me of ev'ry fin;
Forgive my fecret faults,

And cleanfe this guilty foul of mine,
"Whofe crimes exceed my thoughts.

While with my heart and tongue
Ifpread thy praise abroad,

Accept the worship and the fong,
My Saviour and my God.

PSALM XIX. Long metre.

The books of nature and scripture compared or
the glory and fuccefs of the gospel.
Tineray far thy wildom thines:
THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord!
But, when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.

The rolling fun, the changing light,
And nights, and days, thy pow'r confefs
But the bieft volume thou haft writ
Reveals thy juftice and thy grace.

3 Sun, moon and ftars, convey thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand:
So, when the truth began its race,
It touch'd it glanc'd, on ev'ry land.
4 Nor fhall thy spreading gospel reft
'Till through the world thy truth has run;
"Till Chrift has all the nations bieft
Which fee the light, or feel the fun.

5 Great Sun of righteoufaefs, arife!
Blefs the dark world with heav'nly light;
Thy gofpel makes the fimple wife;
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.
6 Thy nobleft wonders here we view,
In fouls renew'd, and fins forgiv'n :
Lord, cleanfe my fins, my foul renew,
And make thy word my guide to heav'n.

PSALM XIX. Particular metre.
The books of nature and Scripture.

GR

REAT God! the beav'ns well order'd frames
Declares the glories of thy name;