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[Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust; Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just?

He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th' upright: His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite.

For me their malice digg'd a pit, But there themselves are cast; My God makes all their mischief light On their own heads at last.]

That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword; Awake, my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord.

Psalm 8:1. S. M. God's sovereignty and goodness; and man's dominion over the creatures.

O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine.

When to thy works on high I raise my wondering eyes, And see the moon complete in light Adorn the darksome skies:

When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms, Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, Akin to dust and worms?

Lord, what is worthless man, That thou shouldst love him so? Next to thine angels he is plac'd, And lord of all below.

Thine honours crown his head, While beasts like slaves obey, And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea.

How rich thy bounties are! And wondrous are thy ways: Of dust and worms thy power can frame A monument of praise.

[Out of the mouths of babes And sucklings thou canst draw Surprising honours to thy name, And strike the world with awe.]

O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine: Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine.

Psalm 8:2. C. M. Christ's condescension and glorification; or, God made man.

O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heavenly state Let men and babes proclaim.

When I behold thy works on high, The moon that rules the night, And stars that well adorn the sky, Those moving worlds of light;

Lord, what is man, or all his race, Who dwells so far below, That thou shouldst visit him with grace, And love his nature so?

That thine eternal Son should bear To take a mortal form, Made lower than his angels are, To save a dying worm!

[Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown, And men would not adore, Th' obedient seas and fishes own His Godhead and his power.

The waves lay spread beneath his feet; And fish, at his command, Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, Bring tribute to his hand.

These lesser glories of the Son Shone thro' the fleshly cloud; Now we behold him on his throne, And men confess him God.]

Let him be crown'd with majesty, Who bow'd his head to death; And be his honours sounded high, By all things that have breath.

Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heavenly state Let the whole earth proclaim.

Psalm 8:3. 1 2. paraphrased. First Part. L. M. The Hosanna of the children; or, Infants praising God.

Almighty Ruler of the skies, Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise O'er all the heavens thy hands have made.

To thee the voices of the young A monument of honour raise; And babes, with uninstructed tongue, Declare the wonders of thy praise.

Thy power assists their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground, To still the bold blasphemer's rage, And all their policies confound.

Children amidst thy temple throng To see their great Redeemer's face; The Son of David is their song, And young hosannas fill the place.

The frowning scribes and angry priests In vain their impious cavils bring; Revenge sits silent in their breasts, While Jewish babes proclaim their king.

Psalm 8:4. 3 &c. paraphrased. Second Part. L. M. Adam and Christ, lords of the old and the new creation.

Lord, what was man, when made at first, Adam the offspring of the dust, That thou shouldst set him and his race But just below an angel's place?

That thou shouldst raise his nature so And make him lord of all below; Make every beast and bird submit, And lay the fishes at his feet?

But O, what brighter glories wait To crown the second Adam's state! What honours shall thy Son adorn Who condescended to be born!

See him below his angels made, See him in dust amongst the dead, To save a ruin'd world from sin; But he shall reign with power divine.

The world to come, redeem'd from all The miseries that attend the fall, New made, and glorious, shall submit At our exalted Saviour's feet.

Psalm 9:1. First Part. Wrath and mercy from the judgment-seat.

With my whole heart I'll raise my song, Thy wonders I'll proclaim; Thou sov'reign judge of right and wrong Wilt put my foes to shame.

I'll sing thy majesty and grace; My God prepares his throne To judge the world in righteousness And make his vengeance known.

Then shall the Lord a refuge prove For all the poor opprest, To save the people of his love, And give the weary rest.

The men, that know thy name will trust In thy abundant grace; For thou hast ne'er forsook the just, Who humbly seek thy face.

Sing praises to the righteous Lord, Who dwells on Zion's hill, Who executes his threatening word, And doth his grace fulfil.

Psalm 9:2. 10. Second Part. The wisdom and equity of providence.

When the great Judge, supreme and just, Shall once inquire for blood, The humble souls, that mourn in dust, Shall find a faithful God.

He from the dreadful gates of death Does his own children raise: In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath, They sing their Father's praise.

His foes shall fail with heedless feet Into the pit they made; And sinners perish in the net That their own hands had spread.

Thus by thy judgments, mighty God! Are thy deep counsels known; When men of mischief are destroy'd, The snare must be their own.