4 Let haughty sinners sink their pride, Nor lift so high their scornful head; But lay their foolish thoughts aside, And own the king that God hath made.

5 Such honours never come by chance, Nor do the winds promotion blow; ’Tis God the judge doth one advance, ’Tis God that lays another low.

6 No vain pretence to royal birth Shall fix a tyrant on the throne:  God the great sovereign of the earth Will rise and make his justice known.

7 [His hand holds out the dreadful cup Of vengeance, mix’d with various plagues, To make the wicked drink them up, Wring out and taste the bitter dregs.

8 Now shall the Lord exalt the just, And while he tramples on the proud, And lays their glory in the dust, My lips shall sing his praise aloud.]

Psalm 76.  Israel saved, and the Assyrians destroyed; or, God’s vengeance against his enemies proceeds from his church.

1 In Judah God of old was known;
His Name in Israel great;
In Salem stood his holy throne,
And Sion was his seat.

2 Among the praises of his saints His dwelling there he chose; There he receiv’d their just complaints Against their haughty foes.

3 From Sion went his dreadful word, And broke the threatening spear; The bow, the arrows, and the sword, And crush’d th’ Assyrian war.

4 What are the earth’s wide kingdoms else
But mighty hills of prey? 
The hill on which Jehovah dwells
Is glorious more than they.

5 ’Twas Sion’s King that stopt the breath
Of captains and their bands: 
The men of might slept fast in death,
And never found their hands.

6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob’s God,
Both horse and chariot fell;
Who knows the terrors of thy rod? 
Thy vengeance who can tell?

7 What power can stand before thy sight When once thy wrath appears?  When heaven shines round with dreadful light, The earth lies still and fears.

8 When God in his own sovereign ways Comes down to save th’ opprest, The wrath of man shall work his praise, And he’ll restrain the rest.

9 [Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring,
Ye princes, fear his frown: 
His terror shakes the proudest king,
And cuts an army down.

10 The thunder of his sharp rebuke
Our haughty foes shall feel: 
For Jacob’s God hath not forsook,
But dwells in Sion still.]

Psalm 77:1.  First Part. 
Melancholy assaulting, and hope prevailing.

1 To God I cry’d with mournful voice,
I sought his gracious ear,
In the sad day when troubles rose,
And fill’d the night with fear.

2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights,
My soul refus’d relief;
I thought on God the just and wise,
But thoughts increas’d my grief.

3 Still I complain’d, and still opprest,
My heart began to break;
My God, thy wrath forbid my rest,
And kept my eyes awake.

4 My overwhelming sorrows grew
Till I could speak no more;
Then I within myself withdrew,
And call’d thy judgments o’er.