The EIGHTH PSALM TRANSLATED.

King eternal and divine !

The world is thine alone:
Above the stars thy glories fhine,
Above the heavens thy throne.

How far extends thy mighty name !
Where'er the fun can roll,
That fun thy wonders fhall proclaim,
Thy deeds from pole to pole.

The infant's tongue fhall speak thy power,

And vindicate thy laws;

The tongue that never fpoke before,

Shall labour in thy cause.

For when I lift my thoughts and eyes,
And view the heavens around,
Yon' ftretching waste of azure skies,
With ftars and planets crown'd;

Who in their dance attend the moon,
The empress of the night,

And pour around her filver throne,

Their tributary light:

Lord! what is mortal man? that he

Thy kind regard should share?

What is his fon, who claims from thee

And challenges thy care?

Next to the bleft angelic kind,
Thy hands created man,
And this inferior world affign'd,
To dignify his span.

Him all revere, and all obey

His delegated reign,

The flocks that through the valley ftray,
The herds that graze the plain.
The furious tiger speeds his flight,
And trembles at his power;
In fear of his fuperior might,
The lions cease to roar.

Whatever horrid monfters tread

The paths beneath the sea,
Their king at awful distance dread,

And fullenly obey.

O Lord, how far extends thy name!
Where-e'er the fun can roll,

That fun thy wonders fhall proclaim,

Thy deeds from pole to pole.

PSALM the Twenty-fourth, PARAPHRASED.

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AR as the world can ftretch its bounds,

The Lord is king of all,

His wondrous power extends around

The circuit of the ball.

For he within the gloomy deeps

Its dark foundations caft,
And rear'd the pillars of the earth
Amid the watery waste.

Who fhall afcend his Sion's hill,

And fee Jehovah there?

Who from his facred fhrine fhall breathe

The facrifice of prayer?

He only whose unsully'd soul

Fair virtue's paths has trod,

Who with clean hands and heart regards
His neighbour and his God.

On him fhall his indulgent Lord
Diffufive bounties fhed,

From God his Saviour fhall defcend
All bleffings on his head.

Of those who feek his righteous ways,
Is this the chofen race,

Who batk in all his bounteous fmiles,
And flourish in his grace.

Lift up your stately heads, ye doors,
With hafty reverence rife;
Ye everlasting doors, who guard

The paffes of the skies.

Swift from your golden hinges leap,

Your barriers roll away,

Now throw your blazing portals wide,
And burft the gates of day.

For.

For fee! the King of glory comes

Along th' ethereal road :

The cherubs through your folds fhall bear

The triumph of your God.

Who is this great and glorious King?
Oh! 'tis the Lord, whofe might
Decides the conqueft, and fufpends
The balance of the fight.

Lift up your ftately heads, ye doors,
With hafty reverence rife

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Ye everlasting doors, who guard
The paffes of the fkies.

Swift from your golden hinges leap,
Your barriers roll away,

Now throw your blazing portals wide,
And burft the gates of day.

For fee! the King of glory comes

Along th' ethereal road :

The cherubs through your folds shall bear

The triumphs of their God.

Who is this great and glorious King?

Oh! 'tis the God, whofe care Leads on his Ifrael to the field, Whofe power controls the war.

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PSALM

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PSALM the TWENTY-NINTH.

E mighty princes, your oblations bring,

And pay due honours to your awful king;
His boundless power to all the world proclaim,
Bend at his fhrine, and tremble at his name.
For hark! his voice with unrefifted fway
Rules and controls the raging of the sea;
Within due bounds the mighty ocean keeps,
And in their watery cavern awes the deeps :
Shook by that voice, the nodding groves around
Start from their roots, and fly the dreadful found.
The blafted cedars low in dust are laid,

And Lebanon is left without a shade.

See! when he speaks, the lofty mountains croud,
And fly for fhelter from the thundering God:
Sirion and Lebanon like hinds advance,
And in wild measures lead th' unwieldy dance.
His voice, his mighty voice, divides the fire,
Back from the blaft the fhrinking flames retire.
Ev'n Cades trembles when Jehovah speaks,
With all his favages the desert shakes.

At the dread found the hinds with fear are stung,
And in the lonely foreft drop their young.
While in his hallow'd temple all proclaim
His glorious honours, and adore his name.
High o'er the foaming furges of the fea
He fits, and bids the liftening deeps obey:

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