Still let the glories of thy face
Shine brightly, Lord, on me.

4 To Father, Son, and Holy-Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory; as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

PSALM 8.

10 Thou to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou! How glorious is thy name!

2 When heav'n, thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wand'ring sight;

The moon that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light;

3 What's man, (say I,) that, Lord, thou lov'st To keep him in thy mind?

Or what his offspring, that thou proy'st
To them so wond'rous kind?

4 Him next in pow'r thou didst create
To thy celestial train;

Ordain'd with dignity and state
O'er all thy works to reign..

5 They jointly own his pow'rful sway;
The beasts that prey or graze;
The bird that wings its airy way;
The fish that cuts the seas.

60 thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Thro' all the world how great art thou! How glorious is thy name!

PSALM 8. OLD VERSION.

10 God our Lord, how wonderful

Are thy works ev'ry where!

Thy fame surmounts in dignity
The highest heav'ns that are.

2 Ev'n by the mouth of sucking babes
Thou wilt confound thy foes!
For in those babes thy might is seen,
Thy graces they disclose.

3 And when I see the heav'ns above,
The work of thine own hand,

The sun, the moon, and all the stars,
In order as they stand;

4 Lord, what is man, that thou of him Tak'st such abundant care!

Or what the Son of Man, whom thou
To visit dost not spare !

PSALM 9.

1 To celebrate thy praise, O Lord, I will my heart prepare;

To all the list'ning world thy works,
Thy wond'rous works, declare.

3 The thought of them shall to my soul Exalted pleasure bring;

Whilst to thy name, O thou most high, Triumphant praise I sing.

3 All those who have his goodness prov'd,
Will in his truth confide;
Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man
That on his help rely'd.

4 Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord
From Sion, his abode;

Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.

PSALM 16.

1 MY soul shall ever bless the Lord,
Whose precepts give me light,

And private counsel still afford
In sorrow's dismal night.

2 I strive each action to approve
To his all-seeing eye;

No dangers shall my hopes remove,
Because he still is nigh.

3 Therefore my heart all grief defies,
My glory shall rejoice:

My flesh shall rest in hope to rise,
Wak'd by his pow'rful voice.

3 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath,
My soul from hell shalt free;
Nor let thy holy one in death

The least corruption see.

5 Thou shalt the paths of life display,
That to thy presence lead;

Where pleasures dwell without allay,
And joys that never fade.

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PSALM 18.

1 No change of time shall ever shock
My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
For thou hast always been my rock,
A fortress and defence to me.

2 Thou my deliverer art, my God,
My trust is in thy mighty pow'r :
Thou art my shield from foes abroad,
At home my safeguard and my tow'r

3 Thou suit'st, O Lord, thy righteous ways
To various paths of human kind;
They who for mercy merit praise,

With thee shall wond'rous mercy find.

4 Thou to the just shalt justice show, The pure thy purity shall see; Such as perversely chuse to go,

Shall meet with due returns from thee.

PSALM 18. OLD VERSION.

10 God, my strength and fortitude,

Of force I must love thee;

Thou art my castle and defence
In my necessity:

2 My God, my rock, in whom I trust,
The worker of my wealth;
My refuge, buckler, and my shield,
The horn of all my health.

3 When I sing laud unto the Lord,
Most worthy to be serv'd;

Then from my foes I am right sure
That I shall be preserv'd.

4 To Father, Son, and Holy-Ghost
All glory be therefore;

As in beginning was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

PART 2.

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HE Lord descended from above,
And bow'd the heav'ns most high;

And underneath his feet he cast

The darkness of the sky:

2 On cherubs and on cherubims
Full royally he rode,

And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.

PSALM 19.

1 THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord,

Which that alone can fill;

The firmament and stars express
Their great Creator's skill.

2 The dawn of each returning day
Fresh beams of knowledge brings;
From darkest night's successive rounds
Divine instruction springs.

3 Their pow'rful language to no realm
Or region is confin'd;

"Tis nature's voice, and understood Alike by all mankind.

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