And yet thou mak'st the infant-tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.

3 What's man, O Lord, that thus Thou lov'st To keep him in thy mind ?

Or what his offspring, that Thou prov'st
To them so wondrous kind?

4 O Thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great are Thou!
How glorious is thy Name!

Third Version.

L. M.

10 LORD, our Lord, in power divine,

How great is thy illustrious Name!
Through all the earth thy glories shine,
Plac'd high above the heavenly frame.
2 Down from his throne thy Son descends,
A little time our form to wear:
Beneath th' angelic hosts he bends,
Our suff'rings and our guilt to bear.
3 But, lo! thy power exalts him high,
In glorious dignity enthron'd!

He bears our nature to the sky,
O'er all thy works the Ruler crown'd.
4 Jesus, the Man, in glory sits,
Creation at his feet obeys:

To Him each living tribe submits,
Natives of earth, or air, or seas.
5 Jesus, our Lord, in power divine,
How great is thy illustrious Name!
Through all the earth thy glories shine,
Let the whole earth resound thy fame!

PSALM IX.

This Psalm was probably composed to celebrate the victories gained by David over the neighbouring nations, after God had exalted him to be King in Zion: but most certainly it was intended for the use of the Christian Church. The Kingdom of Christ is established, and affords to Believers refuge and salvation: for these blessings Christians are excited to praise their Redeemer. FIRST PART. (vv. 1—5.) L. M. Christ subduing his Enemies.

1 WITH my whole heart, Eternal Lord!
My lips shall celebrate thy praise;

The wonders of thy love record,
In all its varied acts of grace.

2 On Thee, my joys' unfailing spring,
With holy transport I rely:

The praises of thy Name I'll sing,
Saviour, All-gracious! Lord, Most High!
3 Thine arm my humbled foes subdu'd,
On Calv'ry's consecrated ground:

They turn'd-they fled-(thy presence view'd)
And perish'd-scatter'd all around.

4 Jesus, thy mighty arm alone

There in thy grace maintain'd my cause;
The Lord avenging, from his throne,

The injur'd honour of his laws.

5 Thro' Heathen Lands thy power has spread, Beneath thy hands their idols fall:

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On their proud necks thy feet shall tread,
Nor time their impious names recall.

SECOND PART. (vv. 7-11.) L.M.
Christ the Refuge of his people.

BEHOLD the Lord, the Saviour, rise,
Triumphant in his arm alone!

His reign the waste of time defies,

For judgment he prepares his throne.
2 Hail, Righteous Judge! array'd in power,
The world thy righteousness shall prove ;
Thy foes thy justice shall adore,

But saints behold thy richest love.
3 In Thee th' opprest a Refuge find,
Thou Lord of boundless majesty!
When troubles roll, th' afflicted mind
Still finds its Refuge-Tower in Thee.
4 In Thee will all thy people trust,
Who know thy Name, All-gracious Lord!
Since thou hast ne'er forsook the just,
Who seek thy face and love thy Word.
5 Sing to the Lord, his glories tell;
Wide let his fame and praise resound,
In Zion, where his glories dwell;
And spread through all the nations round!
PSALM X.

Jehovah the Saviour of the Fatherless and Afflicted.
(vv. 16--18.) L. M.

1 JEHOVAH reigns-your tribute bring;
Proclaim the Lord th' Eternal King:

Crown Him, ye saints, with holy joy,
His arm shall all your foes destroy.
2 Thou, Lord, ere yet the humble mind
Had form'd to prayer the wish design'd,
Hast heard the secret sigh arise,
While, swift to aid, thy mercy flies.

3 Thy Spirit shall their heart prepare;
Thine ear shall listen to their prayer:
Thou, Righteous Judge! Thou Power Divine !
On Thee the fatherless recline.

4 The Lord shall save th' afflicted breast,
His arm shall vindicate th' opprest;
Earth's mightiest tyrant feel His power,
Nor Sin nor Satan grieve them more.

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PSALM XI.

God loves the Righteous, and hates the Wicked. L.M.
Y refuge is the God of Love,
Why do my foes insult and cry,
"Fly, like a timorous trembling dove,
To distant woods or mountains fly?

2 The Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne,
His eyes survey the world below:
To Him all mortal things are known,
His eyelids search our spirits through.
3 If he afflict his saints so far,

To prove their love and try their grace,
What must the bold transgressors fear!
His very soul abhors their ways.

4 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere;
And with a gracious eye beholds
The men that his own image bear.

PSALM XII.

FIRST PART. (vv. 1—5.) L. M.
God will rebuke the deceitful and boasting Tongue.
1 LORD, if Thou dost not soon appear,
Virtue and truth will flee away:

A faithful man among us here
Will scarce be found, if Thou delay.
2 The whole discourse when neighbours meet
Is fill'd with trifles loose and vain :
Their lips are flattery and deceit,
And their proud language is profane.

3 But lips that with deceit abound
Shall not maintain their triumph long:
The God of Vengeance will confound
The flattering and blaspheming tongue.
4 "Yet shall our words be free," they cry:
"Our tongues shall be control'd by none:
Where is the lord will ask us why?
Or say our lips are not our own?"
5 The Lord, who sees the poor opprest,
And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain,
Will rise to give his children rest,
Nor shall they trust his Word in vain.

SECOND PART. (vv. 6-8.) L. M.
Truth of the Divine Promises.

1 THY Word, O Lord, though often tried, Void of deceit shall still

appear;

Not silver, seven times purified

From dross and mixture, shines so clear. 2 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm; Though when the vilest men have power, On every side will sinners swarm.

PSALM XIII.

Faith wrestling and prevailing.

First Version.

C. M.

1 HOW long wilt thou conceal thy face,
My God, how long delay?

When shall I feel those heavenly rays,
That chase my fears away?

2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain ?

Thy Word can all my foes controul,
And ease my raging pain.

3 See how the Prince of Darkness tries
All his malicious arts:

He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.

4 Be Thou my Sun; be Thou my Shield;
My soul in safety keep :

Make haste, before mine eyes are seal'd
In death's eternal sleep!

5 How would the tempter boast aloud,
If I became his prey!

Behold, the sons of hell grow proud
At thy so long delay.

6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head :
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
7 Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace,
Where all my hopes have hung:
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And vict❜ry shall be sung.

1 LORD of Mercy, just and kind,
Wilt thou ne'er my guilt forgive?
Never shall my troubled mind
In thy kind remembrance live?
Still I wait thy wonted grace,
Still thy favour is denied:

Oh! how long, withdrawn his face,
Will my God his mercies hide?

2 Lord, how long with sorrows vex'd
Daily shall my heart complain;
While my anxious soul, perplex'd,
Counsel takes, but takes in vain?
Lord, how long shall Satan's art
Tempt my harass'd soul to sin,
Triumph o'er my humbled heart,
Fears without and guilt within?
3 Lord, my God, thine ear incline,
Bending to the prayer of faith;
Cheer my eyes with light divine,
Lest I sleep the sleep of death!
How will all my foes rejoice,
If my sinking spirit fails;

Boasting, with triumphant voice,
See, our arm of power prevails!"

4 But on mercy I rely

Mercy, Heavenly Lord, impart!
Mercy brings salvation nigh;
Mercy shall rejoice my heart.