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.

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

Psalm 8:4. 3 &c. paraphrased. 
Second Part.  L. M.
Adam and Christ, lords of
the old and the new creation.

1 Lord, what was man, when made at first, Adam the offspring of the dust, That thou shouldst set him and his race But just below an angel’s place?

2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so
And make him lord of all below;
Make every beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet?

3 But O, what brighter glories wait
To crown the second Adam’s state! 
What honours shall thy Son adorn
Who condescended to be born!

4 See him below his angels made,
See him in dust amongst the dead,
To save a ruin’d world from sin;
But he shall reign with power divine.

5 The world to come, redeem’d from all
The miseries that attend the fall,
New made, and glorious, shall submit
At our exalted Saviour’s feet.

Psalm 9:1.  First Part. 
Wrath and mercy from the judgment-seat.

1 With my whole heart I’ll raise my song,
Thy wonders I’ll proclaim;
Thou sov’reign judge of right and wrong
Wilt put my foes to shame.

2 I’ll sing thy majesty and grace;
My God prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteousness
And make his vengeance known.

3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor opprest,
To save the people of his love,
And give the weary rest.

4 The men, that know thy name will trust
In thy abundant grace;
For thou hast ne’er forsook the just,
Who humbly seek thy face.

5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion’s hill,
Who executes his threatening word,
And doth his grace fulfil.

Psalm 9:2. 10.  Second Part. 
The wisdom and equity of providence.

1 When the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood,
The humble souls, that mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.

2 He from the dreadful gates of death Does his own children raise:  In Zion’s gates, with cheerful breath, They sing their Father’s praise.

3 His foes shall fail with heedless feet
Into the pit they made;
And sinners perish in the net
That their own hands had spread.

4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God! 
Are thy deep counsels known;
When men of mischief are destroy’d,
The snare must be their own.

Pause.

5 The wicked shall sink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Against thy known commands.

6 Tho’ saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait and long complain,
Their cries shall not be still forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.