The pit they digg'd for me be made

their own untimely tomb.

11 Though slander's breath may raise a storm, it quickly will decay:

Their rage does but the torrent swell,
that bears themselves away.

12 God will assert the poor man's cause,
and speedy succour give:
The just shall celebrate his praise,
and in his presence live.

PSALM 141.

To thee, O Lord, my cries ascend,
O haste to my relief;

And with accustom'd pity hear
the accents of my grief.

2 Instead of offerings, let my prayer like morning incense rise;

My lifted hand supply the place of evening sacrifice.

3 From hasty language curb my tongue, and let a constant guard

Still keep the portal of my lips with wary silence barr'd.

4 From wicked men's designs and deeds my heart and hands restrain; Nor let me in the booty share

of their unrighteous gain.

5 Let upright men reprove my faults,
and I shall think them kind;

Like balm that heals a wounded head,
I their reproof shall find;

And, in return, my fervent prayer
I shall for them address,

When they are tempted and reduced,
like me, to sore distress.

6 When skulking in Engedi's rock,
I to their chiefs appeal,
If one reproachful word I spoke,
when I had power to kill.

7 Yet us they persecute to death;
our scatter'd ruins lie

As thick as from the hewer's axe the sever'd splinters fly.

8 But, Lord, to thee I still direct my supplicating eyes;

O leave not destitute my soul,

whose trust on thee relies.

9 Do thou preserve me from the snares that wicked hands have laid; Let them in their own nets be caught, while my escape is made.

PSALM 142.

10 God, with mournful voice,

Tin deep distress I pray'd;

2 Made him the umpire of my cause, my wrongs before him laid.

3 Thou didst my steps direct,

when my grieved soul despair'd; For where I thought to walk secure, they had their traps prepared. 4 look'd, but found no friend to own me in distress;

All refuge fail'd, no man vouchsafed his pity or redress.

5 To God at last I pray'd; thou, Lord, my refuge art,

My portion in the land of life, till life itself depart.

6 Reduced to greatest straits, to thee I make my moan; O save me from oppressing foes, for me too powerful grown.

7 That I may praise thy name, my soul from prison bring; Whilst of thy kind regard to me assembled saints shall sing.

PSALM 143.

LORD, hear my prayer, and to my cry

thy wonted audience lend;

In thy accustom'd faith and truth
a gracious answer send.

2 Nor at thy strict tribunal bring
thy servant to be try'd ;
For in thy sight no living man
can e'er be justified.

3 The spiteful foe pursues my life,
whose comforts all are fled;

He drives me into caves as dark
as mansions of the dead.

4 My spirit therefore is o'erwhelm'd,
and sinks within my breast;
My mournful heart grows desolate,
with heavy woes opprest.

5 I call to mind the days of old,
and wonders thou hast wrought;
My former dangers and escapes
employ my musing thought.

6 To thee my hands in humble prayer
I fervently stretch out;
My soul for thy refreshment thirsts,
like land oppress'd with drought.

7 Hear me with speed; my spirit fails;
thy face no longer hide,
Lest I become forlorn, like them
that in the grave reside.

8 Thy kindness early let me hear, whose trust on thee depends; Teach me the way where I should go; my soul to thee ascends.

9 Do thou, O Lord, from all my preserve and set me free;

A safe retreat against their rage my soul implores from thee.

foes

10 Thou art my God, thy righteous will instruct me to obey;

Let thy good spirit lead and keep my soul in thy right way.

11 O! for the sake of thy great name, revive my drooping heart;

For thy truth's sake, to me distress'd, the promised aid impart.

12 In pity to my sufferings, Lord,
reduce my foes to shame ;
Slay them that persecute a soul
devoted to thy name.

PSALM 144.

FOR ever bless'd be God the Lord,

who does his needful aid impart, At once both strength and skill afford, to wield my arms with warlike art.

2 His goodness is my fort and tower,

my strong deliverance, and my shield;

In him I trust whose matchless power makes to my sway fierce nations yield. 3 Lord, what's in man, that thou shouldst love of him such tender care to take? What in his offspring could thee move such great account of him to make? 4 The life of man does quickly fade, his thoughts but empty are and vain, His days are like

of whose short

remain. 5 In solemn state, O God, descend, whilst heaven its lofty head inclines; The smoking hills asunder rend,

of thy approach the awful signs. 6 Discharge thy awful lightnings round, and make thy scatter'd foes retreat; Then with thy pointed arrows wound,

and their destruction soon complete.

7, 8 Do thou, O Lord, from heaven engage thy boundless power my foes to quell, And snatch me from the stormy rage

of threatening waves, that proudly swell. Fight thou against my foreign foes,

who utter speeches false and vain; Who, though in solemn leagues they close, their sworn engagements ne'er maintain. 9 So I to thee, O King of kings,

in new-made hymns my voice shall raise, And instruments of may strings

shall help me thus to sing thy praise : 10" God does to kings his aid afford,

"to them his sure salvation sends; "Tis he that from the murdering sword "his servant David still defends." 11 Fight thou against my foreign foes, who utter speeches false and vain ; Who, though in solemn leagues they close, their sworn engagements ne'er maintain. 12 Then our young sons like trees shall grow, well planted in some fruitful place; Our daughters shall like pillars show, design'd some royal court to grace. 13 Our garners fill'd with various store, shall us and ours with plenty feed; Our sheep, increasing more and more,

shall thousands and ten thousands breed. 14 Strong shall our labouring oxen grow, nor in their constant labour faint; Whilst we no war nor slavery know,

and in our streets hear no complaint. 15 Thrice happy is that people's case, whose various blessings thus abound; Who God's true worship still embrace, and are with his protection crown'd. PSALM 145.

5, 6 Whilst I thy glory and renown,
and wondrous works express,
The world with me thy might shall own,
and thy great power confess.

7 The praise that to thy love belongs,
they shall with joy proclaim;
Thy truth of all their grateful songs
shall be the constant theme.

8 The Lord is good; fresh acts of grace
his pity still supplies;

His anger moves with slowest pace, his willing mercy flies.

9, 10 Thy love through earth extends its fame to all thy works exprest;

These show thy praise, whilst thy great name is by thy servants blest.

11 They, with a glorious prospect fired,
shall of thy kingdom speak;
And thy great power, by all admired,
their lofty subject make.

12 God's glorious works of ancient date
shall thus to all be known;
And thus his kingdom's royal state

with public splendour shown.

13 His steadfast throne, from changes free, shall stand for ever fast;

His boundless sway no end shall see, but time itself outlast.

PART II.

14, 15 The Lord does them support that fall,
and makes the prostrate rise;
For his kind aid all creatures call,
who timely food supplies.

16 Whate'er their various wants require,
with open hand he gives;
And so fulfils the just desire

of every thing that lives.

17, 18 How holy is the Lord, how just,
how righteous all his ways!
How nigh to him, who with firm trust
for his assistance prays!

19 He grants the full desire of those
who him with fear adore;

And will their troubles soon compose, when they his aid implore.

20 The Lord preserves all those with care, whom grateful love employs;

But sinners, who his vengeance dare,
with furious rage destroys.

21 My time to come, in praises spent,
shall still advance his fame;
And all mankind, with one consent,
for ever bless his name.

5 Then happy he, who Jacob's God

for his protector takes;

Who still, with well-placed hope, the Lord his constant refuge makes.

14, 15 Through all their borders he gives peace,

with finest wheat they're fed;

He speaks the word, and what he wills is done as soon as said.

Will never quit his steadfast truth,

nor make his promise vain.

7 The poor, opprest, from all their wrongs are eased by his decree;

He gives the hungry needful food,

and sets the prisoners free

8 By him the blind receive their sight,
the weak and fall'n he rears;
With kind regard and tender love

he for the righteous cares.

9 The strangers he preserves from harm, the orphan kindly treats; Defends the widow, and the wiles of wicked men defeats.

10 The God that does in Sion dwell

is our eternal King:

From age to age his reign endures: let all his praises sing.

For pleasant, good, and comely 'tis
to praise his holy name.

2 His holy city God will build,
though levell'd with the ground;
Bring back his people, though dispersed
through all the nations round.

3, 4 He kindly heals the broken hearts,
and all their wounds does close;
He tells the number of the stars,

their several names he knows.

5, 6 Great is the Lord, and great his power, his wisdom has no bound;

The meek he raises, and throws down

the wicked to the ground.

7To God, the Lord, a hymn of praise with grateful voices sing;

To songs of triumph tune the harp,

and strike each warbling string.

8 He covers heaven with clouds, and thence refreshing rain bestows;

Through him, on mountain tops, the grass with wondrous plenty grows.

9 He savage beasts, that loosely range, with timely food supplies;

He feeds the raven's tender brood,

and stops their hungry cries.

10 He values not the warlike steed, Wel
but does his strength disdain;
The nimble foot that swiftly runs,
no prize from him can gain.

11 But he to him that fears his name
his tender love extends;
To him that on his boundless grace
with steadfast hope depends.

Who fenced their gates with massy bars,

and does their children bless.

3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st God's law in each true heart; The promise of the Father, thou dost heavenly speech impart.

4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they thy sacred love embrace; Assist our minds, by nature frail, with thy celestial grace.

6 Drive far from us the mortal foe, and give us peace within,

That, by thy guidance blest, we may escape the snares of sin.

6 Teach us the Father to confess, and Son from death revived, And thee with both, O Holy Ghost, who art from both derived.

HYMN 7.

For the same.

COME, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, with all thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love

in these cold hearts of ours.

2 See how we grovel here below,
fond of these earthly toys;
Our souls how heavily they go,
to reach eternal joys!

3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs,
in vain we strive to rise!
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
and our devotion dies.

4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, with all thy quickening powers; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, and that shall kindle ours.

HYMN 8.

For the same.

Hall hearts new joy resume;
E's come! let every knee be bent,
Sing, ye redeem'd, with one consent,
"the Comforter is come."

2 What greater gift, what greater love,
could God on man bestow?

Angels for this rejoice above,

let man rejoice below!

3 Hail, blessed Spirit! may each soul
thy sacred influence feel;
Do thou each sinful thought control,
and fix our wavering zeal!

4 Thou to the conscience dost convey
those checks which we should know;
Thy motions point to us the way;
thou giv'st us strength to go.
HYMN 9.

FOR THE HOLY COMMUNION.
From the Revelation of St. John.

"THOU, God, all glory, honour, power, art worthy to receive;

Since all things by thy power were made, and by thy bounty live.

2 And worthy is the Lamb all power, honour, and wealth to gain,

Glory and strength; who for our sins
a sacrifice was slain !

3 All worthy thou, who has redeem'd,
and ransom'd us to God,
From every nation, every coast,
by thy most precious blood.

4 Blessing and honour, glory, power,
by all in earth and heaven
To him that sits upon the throne,
and to the Lamb be given.

Chap. Iv. Chap. v. 12. Chap. v. 9. §Ver. 13.

HYMN 10. For the same.

Mod does thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led,

God, and is thy table spread?

and let them thy sweet mercies know! 2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes! rich banquet of his flesh and blood! Thrice happy he who here partakes that sacred stream, that heavenly food? 3 Why are its dainties all in vain before unwilling hearts display'd? Was not for you the victim slain? are you forbid the children's bread?

4 0 let thy table honour'd be,
and furnish'd well with joyful guests!
And may each soul salvation see,
that here its holy pledges tastes!

5 Drawn by thy quickening grace, O Lord,
in countless numbers let them come,
And gather from their Father's board,
the bread that lives beyond the tomb!
6 Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest,
till through the world thy truth has run,
Till with this bread all men be blest
who see the light, or feel the sun!
HYMN 11.

For the same.

AND are we now brought near to God,

who once at distance stood? And, to effect this glorious change, did Jesus shed his blood?

2 0 for a song of ardent praise, to bear our souls above!

What should allay our lively hope, or damp our flaming love!

3 Then let us join the heavenly choirs, to praise our heavenly King!

O may that love which spread this board, inspire us while we sing

4 "Glory to God in highest strains, "and to the earth be peace; "Good-will from heaven to men is come; "and let it never cease!"

HYMN 12.

ON THE NEW YEAR.

HE God of life, whose constant care
With blessings, crowns each opening year,

My scanty span doth still prolong,
And wakes anew mine annual song.
2 How many precious souls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead,
Since to this day the changing sun
Through his last yearly period run!
3 We yet survive; but who can say,
"Or through this year, or month, or day,
"I shall retain this vital breath,

"Thus far, at least, in league with death?"
4 That breath is thine, eternal God;
'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode;
It holds its life from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.

5 To thee our spirits we resign,
Make them and own them still as thine
So shall they live secure from fear,
Though death should blast the rising year.

6 Thy children, panting to be gone,
May bid the tide of time roll on,
To land them on that happy shore,
Where years and death are known no more.
7 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell shall reach that place;

No groans to mingle with the songs,
Resounding from immortal tongues:
8 No more alarms from ghostly foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
9 0, long expected year! begin;
Dawn on this world of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
To sleep in death, and rest with God."
HYMN 13.

The Christian's Hope.

WHEN rising from the bed of death,

o'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker face to face;

O how shall I appear!

2 If yet, while pardon may be found, and mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks, and trembles at the thought;

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed in Majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul

O how shall I appear!

4 But thou hast told the troubled mind, who does her sins lament;

The timely tribute of her tears
shall endless wo prevent.

Then see the sorrow of my heart,
e'er yet it be too late;

And hear my Saviour's dying groans,
to give these sorrows weight.

6 For never shall my soul despair her pardon to procure,

Who knows thy only Son has died,

to make her pardon sure.

7 Great God! with wonder and with praise,

on all thy works I look;

But still thy wisdom, power, and grace,
shine brighter in thy book.

8 The stars, that in their courses roll,
have much instruction given;
But thy good word informs iny soul
how I may soar to heaven.

9 The fields provide me food, and show
the goodness of the Lord;

But fruits of life and glory grow

in thy most holy word.

10 Here are my choicest treasures hid,
here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfy'd,
and here my hopes arise.

11 Lord, make me understand thy law,
show what my faults have been;
And from thy gospel let me draw
pardon for all my sin.

12 Here would I learn how Christ has died
to save my soul from hell;
Not all the books on earth beside

such heavenly wonders tell.

13 Then let me love my Bible more, and take a fresh delight,

By day to read these wonders o'er, and meditate by night.

HYMN 14.

On Gratitude to God.

WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,

my rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost in wonder, love, and praise!

20 how shall words with equal warmth the gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravish'd heart! but thou canst read it there.

3 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
and all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,
and hung upon the breast.

4 To all my weak complaints and cries thy mercy lent an ear,

E're yet my feeble thoughts had learnt to form themselves in prayer.

5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceived
from whom those comforts flow'd.

6 When in the slippery paths of youth with heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, and led me up to man.

7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, it gently clear'd my way,

And through the pleasing snares of vice,
more to be fear'd than they.

8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
with health renew'd my face;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
revived my soul with grace.

9 Thy bounteous hand, with worldly bliss,
has made my cup run o'er;

And in a kind and faithful friend

has doubled all my store.

10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts my daily thanks employ;

Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

that tastes those gifts with joy.

11 Through every period of my life thy goodness I'll pursue;

And after death, in distant worlds, the glorious theme renew.

12 When nature fails, and day and night divide thy works no more,

My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
thy mercy shall adore.

13 Through all eternity to thee
a joyful song I'll raise;
For oh! eternity's too short
to utter all thy praise.

David.

HE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.

2 The unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And nightly, to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;

4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.
5 What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found;
6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,