Ye glitt'ring stars of light,
To him your homage pay
His praise declare,
Ye heav'ns above,
And clouds that move-
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 ;
Ilis firm decree

Stands ever fast.

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.

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!

PSALM XIX.

From the 86th of David.

1 THOU, Lord, art good, not only good,
But prompt to pardon too;
Of plenteous mercy to all those,
Who for thy mercy sue.

2 To my repeated humble pray'r,
O Lord, attentive be!

When troubled, I on thee will call,
For thou wilt answer me.

3 Among the Gods there's none like thee, O Lord, alone divine!

To thee as much inferior they,

As are their works to thine.

Therefore their great Creator, thee,
'T'he natious shall adore;

Their long misguided pray'rs and praise
To thy blest name restore.

5 All shall confess thee great, and great
The wonders thou hast done;
Confess thee God, the God supreme,
Confess thee God alone.

PSALM XX.

From the 90th of David.

10 To thy servants, Lord, return,
And speedily relent!

As we of our misdeeds, do thou
Of our just doom repent.

2 To satisfy and cheer our souls,
Thy early mercy send;

That we may all our days to come
In joy and comfort spend.

3 Let happy times, with large amends,
Dry up our former tears;
Or equal at the least the term
Of our afflicted years.

4 To all thy servants, Lord, let this
Thy wondrous work be known,
And to our offspring yet unborn,
Thy glorious pow'r be shown.

5 Let thy bright rays upon us shine,
Give thou our work success;

The glorious work we have in hand
Do thou vouchsafe to bless.

PSALM XXI.

From the 141st of David.

1 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 off'rings, let my pray'r
Like morning incense rise;

My lifted hands supply the place
Of ev'ning 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.