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PSALMS.

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

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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. C. M.

Christ's condescension and glorification; or, God made man.

¹0 LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great

Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heavenly state Let men and babes proclaim.

2 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;

3 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?

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

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