3, 4. 
Thou moon, | that rul’st | the night,
And sun, | that guid’st | the day,
Ye glitt’ | -ring stars | of light,
To him | your hom | -age pay: 
His praise | declare,
Ye heavens | above,
And clouds | that move
In liq | -uid air.”
The Book of Psalms in Metre, (with Com.  Prayer,) 1819.

Example II.—­From Psalm CXXXVI.

   “To God | the might | -y Lord,
      your joy | -ful thanks | repeat;
    To him | due praise | afford,
      as good | as he | is great: 
        For God | does prove
        Our con | -stant friend,
        His bound | -less love
        Shall nev | -er end.”—­Ib., p. 164.

Example III.—­Gloria Patri.

   “To God | the Fa | -ther, Son,
      And Spir | -it ev | -er bless’d,
    Eter | -nal Three | in One,
      All wor | -ship be | address’d;
        As here | -tofore
      It was, | is now,
      And shall | be so
        For ev | -ermore.”—­Ib., p. 179.

Example IV.—­Part of Psalm III.

    [O] “Lord, | how man | -y are | my foes! 
      How man | -y those
    That [now] | in arms | against | me rise!
      Many | are they
    That of | my life | distrust | -fully | thus say: 
    ‘No help | for him | in God | there lies.’

    But thou, | Lord, art | my shield | my glo_ry_;
      Thee, through | my sto_ry_,
    Th’ exalt | -er of | my head | I count;
      Aloud | I cried
    Unto | Jeho | -vah, he | full soon | replied,
    And heard | me from | his ho | -ly mount.” 
        MILTON:  Psalms Versified, British Poets, Vol. ii, p. 161.

Example V.—­Six Lines of an “Air."

    “As when | the dove
     Laments | her love
    All on | the na | -ked spray;

     When he | returns,
     No more | she mourns,
    But loves | the live | -long day.” 
       JOHN GAY:  British Poets, Vol. vii, p. 377.

Example VI.—­Four Stanzas of an Ode.

   “XXVIII. 
     Gold pleas | -ure buys;
     But pleas | -ure dies”,
    Too soon | the gross | fruiti | -on cloys: 
     Though rapt | -ures court,
     The sense | is short;
    But vir | -tue kin | -dles liv | -ing joys: 

    XXIX. 
     Joys felt | alone! 
     Joys ask’d | of none! 
    Which Time’s | and For | -tune’s ar | -rows miss;
     Joys that | subsist,
     Though fates | resist,
    An un | -preca | -rious, end | -less bliss!

    XXX. 
     The soul | refin’d
     Is most | inclin’d
    To ev | -_~er=y m=or_ | -al ex | -cellence;
     All vice | is dull,
     A knave’s | a fool;
    And Vir | -tue is | the child | of Sense.