He sent salvation from on high,

And drew me from the depths of death. -7 Great were my fears, my foes were great,

Much was their strength, and more their But Christ, my Lord, is conqu’ror still, [rage;

In all the wars that devils wage. 8 My song for ever shall record

That terrible, that joyful hour;
And give the glory to the Lord
Due to his mercy and his pow'r.
PSALM 18, Second Part. L. M.

Christian Sincerity. 1 ORD, thou hast form'd my soul sincere,

Hast made thy truth and love appear : Before mine

eyes I set thy laws,
And thou has own'd my righteous cause.
2 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways,

I've walk'd upright before thy face :
And if my feet from thee depart,

It grieves my soul, it wounds my heart, 3 What sore temptations broke my rest !

What wars and strugglings in my breast !
But, thro’ thy grace that reigns within,

I guard against my darling sin.
4 The sin that close besets me still,

That works and strives against my will:
When shall thy Spirit's sov’reign pow'r

Destroy it, that it rise no more?
Ś With an impartial hand, the Lord

Deals out to mortals their reward :
The kind and faithful soul shall find

A God all faithful and most kind. 6. The just and pure shall ever say,

Thou art more pure, more just than they :

And men that love revenge shall know,
God hath an arm of vengeance too.
PSALM 18. Third Part. L. M.

Rejoicing in God our Saviour.
1
JUS
UST are thy ways, and true thy word,

Great Rock of my secure abode : Who is a God beside the Lord ?

Or where's a refuge like our God?
2 'Tis he that girds me with his might,

Gives me his holy sword to wield ;
And while with sin and hell I fight,
Spreads his salvation for

my

shield. 3 He lives, (and blessed be my Rock)

The God of my salvation lives;
The dark designs of hell he broke :

Sweet is the peace my Saviour gives. 4 Before the scoffers of the

age
I will exalt my Saviour's name:
Nor tremble at their mighty rage ;
But meet reproach, and bear the shame.
PSALM 18. Fourth Part. C. M.

Victory over temporal enemies.
1 We love thee, Lord, and we adore ;

Now is
Thou art our strength, our heav'nly tow'r;

Our bulwark and our shield. 2 We fly to our eternal rock,

And find a sure defence :
His holy name our lips invoke,

And draw salvation thence.
3 When God our leader shines in arms,

What mortal heart can bear
The thunder of his loud alarms?

The lightning of his spear?

4 He rides upon the winged wind ;

And angels in array,
In millions, wait to know his mind,

And swift as fames obey.
5 He speaks, and at his fierce rebuke

Whole armies are dismay'd ;
His voice, his frown, his angry look

Strikes all their courage dead.
6 He forms our gen'rals for the field,

With all their dreadful skill;
Gives them his awful sword to wield,

And makes their hearts of steel, 7 He arms our captains to the fight,

(Tho' there his name's forgot) He girded Cyrus with his might,

When Cyrus knew him not.
8 Oft has the Lord whole nations blest

For his own children's sake :
The pow'rs, that give his people rest,
Shall of his care partake.
PSALM 18. Fifth Part. C. M.

The Conqueror's Song.
1
TO
O thine almighty arm we owe

The triumphs of the day ;
Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,

And melt his strength away.
2 'Tis by thine aid our troops prevail,

And break united pow'rs :
Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale

The proudest of their tow'rs. 3 How have we chas'd them thro' the field,

And trod them to the ground; While thy salvation was our shield, And they no shelter found !

TO

4 In vain to idol saints they cry,

And perish in their blood: Where is a rock so great, so high,

So pow'rful as our God? 5 The Rock of Israel ever lives,

His name be ever blest; 'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives, He gives his people rest.

PSALM 18. Sixth Part. P. M. Thanksgiving, applied to the American Revolution. 1

O bless the Lord, our God, in strains divine,

[join : With thankful hearts, and raptur'd voices To us what wonders his right hand hath shown !

[known ! Mercies, his chosen tribes have scarcely Like David blest, begin th' enraptur'd song ;

Let praise and joy awaken ev'ry tongue. 2 When, fir'd to rage, against our nation rose Chiefs of proud name, and bands of haughty

[ray'd, He train'd our hosts to fight, with arms arWith health invigor'd, and with bounty fed : Gave us his chosen chief our sons to guide ;

Heard ev'ry pray’r, and ev'ry want supply'd. 3 He gave their armies captive to our hands,

Or sent them frustrate to their native lands;
Burst the dark snare, disclos’d the miry pit,
And led to broad, safe grounds, our sliding

feet:
Bounteous, for us, extended regions won

The fairest empire spread beneath the sun. 4 When, dark and threat'ning, civil broils arose,

Each hope grew dim, and friends were chang'd

foes ;

to foes;

God was our stay, our help, our heav'nly

shield : His grace preserv'd us, and his arm upheld ;

, Sav'd us from tumults dire, and deep distress; Enlarg'd our blessings, and confirm'd our

peace. 5 No more against our land shall strangers rise,

But fade, and fade, beneath avenging skies : Pleas'd, the fierce heathen yield to happier

sway ; The groping savage hail the gospel day ; Low sink the proud, the sons of blood be

slain, Nor injur'd Zion lift her cries in vain. 6 But, O thou pow'r belov'd! our shores around

Be ev'ry virtue, ev'ry blessing found.
Here bid thy seasons crown the fruitful plain ;
Here bid fair peace extend her blissful reign :
Let laws, let justice, hold perpetual sway,

The soul unfetter'd, and the conscience free. 7 With clearest splendor, here, let knowledge

shine ; Here ev'ry glory beam from truth divine ; To Jesus call the soul obsequious bend ; Grace from thy Spirit in rich show'rs descend; Nations each day ascend the bright abode, And boundless praise unceasing rise to God.

PSALM 19. First Part. S. M.

The book of nature and scripture.
1
BEHOLD: the lofty sky

Declares its maker God,
And all his starry works on high

Proclaim his pow'r abroad.