PSALMS.

6 The waves lie spread beneath his feet; And fish, at his command, Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, Bring tribute to his hand.

7- These lesser glories of the Son

Shone through the fleshly cloud; Now we behold him on his throne, And men confess him God.]

8 Let him be crown'd with majesty, Who bow'd his head to death; And be his honours sounded high, By all things that have breath.

9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heavenly state Let the whole earth proclaim.

PSALM 8. 1, 2, paraphrased.

First Part. L. M.

The Hosanna of the Children; or, Infants praising God.

And thine eternal glories rise

O'er all the heavens thy hands have made.

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¹A Through the wide earth thy name is spread, skies,

2 To thee the voices of the young

A monument of honour raise; And babes, with uninstructed tongue, Declare the wonders of thy praise.

3 Thy power assists their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground, To still the bold blasphemer's rage, And all their policies confound.

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4 Children amidst thy temple throng, To see their great Redeemer's face; The Son of David is their song, And young hosannas fill the place.

5 The frowning scribes and angry priests In vain their impious cavils bring; Revenge sits silent in their breasts, While Jewish babes proclaim their King.

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