3 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heavens where angels dwell: 
Thy power on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.

4 My heart is fix’d; my song shall raise Immortal honours to thy Name; Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, My tongue, the glory of my frame.

5 High o’er the earth his mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,
When lower worlds dissolve and die.

6 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heavens where angels dwell;
Thy power on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.

Psalm 58.  As the 113th Psalm. 
Warning to magistrates.

1 Judges, who rule the world by laws,
Will ye despise the righteous cause,
When th’ injur’d poor before you stands? 
Dare ye condemn the righteous poor,
And let rich sinners ’scape secure,
While gold and greatness bribe your hands?

2 Have ye forgot, or never knew,
That God will judge the judges too? 
High in the heavens his justice reigns? 
Yet you invade the rights of God,
And send your bold decrees abroad,
To bind the conscience in your chains.

3 A poison’d arrow is your tongue,
The arrow sharp, the poison strong,
And death attends where’er it wounds: 
You hear no counsels, cries or tears;
So the deaf adder stops her ears
Against the power of charming sounds.

4 Break out their teeth, eternal God,
Those teeth of lions dy’d in blood;
And crush the serpents in the dust: 
As empty chaff when whirlwinds rise,
Before the sweeping tempest flies,
So let their hopes and names be lost.

5 Th’ Almighty thunders from the sky,
Their grandeur melts, their titles die,
As hills of snow dissolve and run,
Or snails that perish in their slime,
Or births that come before their time,
Vain births, that never see the sun.

6 Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord
Safety and joy to saints afford;
And all that hear shall join and say,
“Sure there’s a God that rules on high,
“A God that hears his children cry,
“And will their sufferings well repay.”

Psalm 60. 1-5 10-12. 
On a day of humiliation for disappointments in war.

1 Lord, hast thou cast the nation off? 
Must we for ever mourn? 
Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath? 
Shall mercy ne’er return?

2 The terror of one frown of thine
Melts all our strength away;
Like men that totter drunk with wine,
We tremble in dismay.

3 Great Britain shakes beneath thy stroke,
And dreads thy threatening hand;
O heal the island thou hast broke,
Confirm the wavering land.

4 Lift up a banner in the field,
For those that fear thy Name;
Save thy beloved with thy shield,
And put our foes to shame.

5 Go with our armies to the fight,
Like a confederate God;
In vain confederate powers unite
Against thy lifted rod.