7 [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.

8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,
Make them confess that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.]

Psalm 10. 
Prayer heard, and saints saved; or, Pride,
atheism, and oppression punished.

For a humiliation day.

1 Why doth the Lord stand off so far,
And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?

2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy pow’r? 
Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?

3 They put thy judgments from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
They boast in their exalted height
That they shall fall no more.

4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand,
Attend our humble cry;
No enemy shall dare to stand
When God ascends on high.

Pause.

5 Why do the men of malice rage,
And say with foolish pride,
“The God of heaven will ne’er engage
To fight on Zion’s side?”

6 But thou for ever art our Lord;
And pow’rful is thine hand,
As when the heathens felt thy sword,
And perish’d from thy land.

7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause thine ear to hear;
He hearkens what his children say,
And puts the world in fear.

8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,
No more despise the just;
And mighty sinners shall confess
They are but earth and dust.

Psalm 11. 
God loves the righteous and hates the wicked.

1 My refuge is the God of love;
Why do my foes insult and cry,
“Fly like a timorous trembling dove,
“To distant woods or mountains fly”?

2 If government be all destroy’d
(That firm foundation of our peace)
And violence make justice void,
Where shall the righteous seek redress?

3 The Lord in heaven has fix’d his throne,
His eye surveys the world below;
To him all mortal things are known,
His eyelids search our spirits thro’.

4 If he afflicts his saints so far To prove their love, and try their grace, What may the bold transgressors fear?  His very soul abhors their ways.

5 On impious wretches he shall rain Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death, Such as he kindled on the plain Of Sodom with his angry breath.

6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear.

Psalm 12:1.  L. M. The saint’s safety and hope in evil times; or, Sins of the tongue complained of, viz, blasphemy, falsehood, &c.

1 Lord, if thou dost not soon appear,
Virtue and truth will fly away;
A faithful man, amongst us here,
Will scarce be found if thou delay.