TO THE NEW EDITION.

IN reprinting this selection of Psalms and Hymns the Supplement published last year has been placed at the end. Tate and Brady's Version of the 133rd Psalm has been adopted, the poetry being superior and more consonant to the original than the version formerly given in this selection.

In the 104th Psalm (Dr. Vincent's Version) a different verse has been inserted instead of the one, "Rejoice then, O Lord, &c."

The 14th Hymn in the former editions, has been omitted it being considered too enthusiastic. A Hymn for a funeral printed last year in the supplement has been inserted in its place.

September, 1838.

SELECT PSALMS.

PSALM I. Ver. 1, 2, 3, 6.

HOW bless'd is he who ne'er consents
By ill advice to walk;
Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
Where men profanely talk.

2. But makes the perfect law of God
His business and delight;
Devoutly reads therein by day,
And meditates by night.

3. Like some fair tree, which fed by streams With timely fruits doth bend,

He still shall flourish, and success

All his designs attend.

4. For God approves the just man's ways,
To happiness they tend:

But sinners, and the paths they tread,
Shall both in ruin end.

PSALM IV, 4, 5, 6, 8.

STAND ye in awe of God's commands,
Flee ev'ry thing that's ill;
Commune in private with your hearts,
And bend them to his will.

2. The place of other sacrifice
Let righteousness supply;
And let your hope, securely fix'd,
On God alone rely.

3. While worldly minds impatient grow
More prosp❜rous times to see;
Still let the glories of thy face,
Shine brightly, Lord on me.

4. So down in peace I'll lay my head,
And take my needful rest;

No other guard, O Lord, I crave,
Of thy defence possest.

PSALM VIII. 1, 4.

LORD our God, how wonderful
Is ev'ry where thy name!
Thy glory thou hast set above
The heav'ns curious frame.

2. Ev'n by the mouth of sucking babes,
Thou wilt confound thy foes;
For in those babes thy might is seen,
Thy graces they disclose.

3. And when I see the heav'ns above,
The work of thine own hand;
The sun, the moon, and all the stars,
In order as they stand.

4. Lord, what is man, that thou of him Tak'st such abundant care!

Or what the son of man, whom thou To visit dost not spare!

PSALM VIII.

IMMORTAL King! thro' earth's wide frame,
How great thy honour, praise, and name,
Thy reign o'er distant worlds extends;
Thy glory heav'ns vast height transcends.

2. When, wrapt in thought, with wakeful eye, I view the wonders of the sky;

Whose frame thy fingers o'er our head
In rich magnificence have spread.

3. Lord, what is man, that in thy care,
His humble lot should find a share!
Or, what the son of man, that thou,
Thus to his wants thine ear should'st bow,

4. Made subject to his feet by Thee,
To him all nature bends the knee,
Immortal King! thro' earth's wide frame
How great thy honour, praise, and name!