2 God through the world extends his sway: The regions of eternal day

But shadows of his glory are. To him, whose majesty excels, Who made the heav'n wherein he dwells, Let no created power compare.

PSALM XIII.

FOURTH METRE.

From the 25th of David.

1 THY mercies and thy love,
O Lord, ecal to mind :
And graciously continue still,
As thou wert ever, kind.

2 To me thy truth impart,
And lead me in thy way,

For thou art He that brings me help;
On thee I wait all day.

3 Let all my youthful crimes
Be blotted out by thee;
And for thy wondrous goodness sake,
lu mercy think on me.

His mercy and his truth,

The righteous Lord displays,
In bringing wand'ring sinners home,
And teaching them his ways.

5 He those in justice guides,
Who his direction seek;

And in his sacred path shall lead
The humble and the meek.

6 Through all the ways of God
Both truth and mercy shine,
To such as with religious hearts,
To his blest will incline.

PSALM XIV.

FIFTH METRE.

From the 149th of David.

10 PRAISE ye the Lord, prepare a new song,
And let all his saints in full chorus join ;
With voices united the anthem prolong,
And shew forth his praises with musick divine.
2 Let praise to the Lord, who made us, ascend ;
Let each grateful heart be glad in its King;
For God, whom we worship, our songs will attend,
And view with complacence the offering we bring.
3 Be joyful, ye saints, sustain'd by his might,
And let your glad songs awake with each morn ;
For those who obey him are still his delight;
His hand with salvation the meek will adorn.
Then praise ye the Lord, prepare a glad song,
And let all his saints in full chorus join;
With voices united the anthem prolong,
And shew forth his praises with musick divine.

PSALM XV.

SIXTH METRE.

From the 148th of David.

1 YE boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's fame;
His praise your songs employ
Above the starry frame;
Your voices raise,

Ye Cherubim

And Seraphim,

To sing his praise.

2 Thou moon that rul'st the night,

And sun that guid'st the day;

Ye glitt'ring stars of light,
To him your homage pay;
His praise declare,
Ye heav'ns above,

And clouds that more
In liquid air.

3 Let them adore the Lord,
And praise his holy name,
By whose almighty word
They all from nothing came :
And all shall last,

From changes free ;
His firm decree

Stands ever fast.

4 United zeal be shown,

His wond'rous fame to raise,. Whose glorious name alone Deserves our endless praise. Earth's utmost ends

His pow'r obey:

His glorious sway

The sky transcends.

PSALM XVI.

SEVENTH METRE..

From the 96th of David.

1 SING to the Lord a new made song :. Let earth, in one assembled throng,

Her common patron's praise resound; Sing to the Lord and bless his name, From day to day his praise proclaim,

Who us has with salvation crown'd, To heathen lands his fame rehearse, His wonders to the universe.

2 He's great, and greatly to be prais'd; In majesty and giory rais'd

Above all other deities;

For pageantry and idols all

Are they whom Gods the heathen call;
He only rules who made the skies :
With majesty and honour crown'd,
Beauty and strength his throne surround.
3 Proclaim aloud, Jehovah reigns,
Whose pow'r the universe sustains,
And banish'd justice will restore :
Let therefore heav'n new joys confess,
And heav'nly mirth let earth express,
Its loud applause the ocean roar;
Its mute inhabitants rejoice,
And for its triumph find a voice.

PSALMS of PRAYER, suited to various Circumstances of Life.

PSALM XVII.

From the 43d of David.

1 AS pants the heart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine!

O when shall I behold thy face;
Thou majesty divine!

3 I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts
Those happy days present,

When I with troops of pious friends
Thy temple did frequent;

4 When I advanc'd with songs of praise,

My solemn vows to pay,

And led the joyful sacred throng

That kept the festal day.

5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Trust God, and he'll employ

His aid for thee; and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

6 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

PSALM XVIII.

From the 84th of David.

1 O LORD of hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they,
Who in thy temple always dwell,
And there thy praise display!

2 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee
Their sure protection made;
Who long to tread the sacred ways
That to thy dwelling lead!

3 For in thy courts one single day-
'Tis better to attend,

Than, Lord, in any place besides
A thousand days to spend.

4 Much rather in God's house will I
The meanest office take,
Than in the wealthy tents of sin
My pompous dwelling make.

5 For God, who is our sun and shield,
Will grace and glory give;
And no good thing will he withhold
From them that justly live.

6 Thou, God, whom heav'nly hosts obey, How highly blest is he,

Whose hope and trust, securely plac'd,
Is still repos'd on thee!