4 "Lo! there the Wretch in Trefpafs bold,
"Who GOD's Support difdain'd,
"And on his Heaps of treasur'd Gold
"His frantic Hope fuftain'd."

5 Fresh as the verdant Olive, I
Within thy Court fhall ftand;
And fix'd, indulgent LORD, rely
On thy protecting Hand.

6 Thy Acts my Praife fhall ever claim,
Thy Name, amidst my Woes,
(How grateful to thy Saints that Name!)
My ev'ry Fear compose.

PSALM LIII.

OOLS in their Hearts profanely say "That all Religion's vain ;

"There is no GOD that reigns on high, "Or minds th' Affairs of Men."

2 From Thoughts fo dreadful and profane
Corrupt Difcourse proceeds;

And in their impious Hands are found
Abominable Deeds.

3 The LORD from his celeftial Throne
Look'd down on Things below,
To find the Man that fought his Grace,
Or did his Juftice know.

4 By Nature all are gone aftray;

Their Practice all the fame:

There's none that fears his MAKER'S Hand;
There's none that loves his Name.

5

Such Seeds of Sin (that bitter Root)
In ev'ry Heart are found;
Nor can they bear diviner Fruit,
Till Grace refines the Ground.

PART II,

6 ARE all the Foes of Sion, Fools,

Who thus devour her Saints ?
Do they not know her SAVIOUR rules,
And pities her Complaints?

7 They fhall be feiz'd with fad Surprise ;
For God's avenging Arm

Scatters the Bones of them, that rife
To do his Children Harm.

8 In vain the Sons of Satan boast
Of Armies in Array ;

When God has firft defpis'd their Hoft,
They fall an eafy Prey.

9 O for a Word from Sion's KING,
Her Captives to restore!

Jacob with All his Tribes shall sing,.
And Judah mourn no more.

PSALM LIV.

HY Name my steadfast Heart avows ;

T DO THOU my injur'd Caufe efpouse,

And be thy Strength my Aid:
My Plaints, Almighty SAVIOUR, hear,
And let them by thy pitying Ear
With full Regard be weigh'd.

2 Oppreffors from thy Fear eftrang'd,
With Tyrants fierce, against me rang'd,
My guiltless Soul purfue:

But 'midft my Helpers Heav'n's high LORD
Shall ftand, and, faithful to his Word,
Each adverfe Power fubdue.

3 O let my Heart (their Rage repell'd)
Itfelf a willing Off'ring yield;

To Thee its Praise fhall flow,
While to my Thought thy Mercies rife,
That gave me, with admiring Eyes,
To fee my proftrate Foe.

PSALM LV. Metre i.

GOD,

GOD, my REFUGE, hear my Cries,
Behold my flowing Tears,

For Earth and Hell my Hurt devise,
And triumph in my Fears.

2 Their Rage is levell'd at my Life,
My Soul with Guilt they load,
And fill my Thoughts with inward Strife,
To fhake my Hope in GOD.

3 With inward Pain my Heart-ftrings found,
I groan with ev'ry Breath;
Horror and Fear befet me round,
Among the Shades of Death.

4 O that I, like the gentle Dove,

Could ftretch my light-plum'd Wings! I'd fly, and make a long Remove From all these restless Things.

5 Let me to fome wild Defert go,
And find a peaceful Home,

Where Storms of Malice never blow,
Temptations never come.

PART II.

6 BY Morning-Light I'll seek his Face,
At Noon repeat my Cry,

The Night shall hear me afk his Grace,
Nor will He long deny."

7 GOD fhall preserve my Soul from Fear,
Or fhield me when afraid;

Ten thoufand Angels must appear,
If He command their Aid.

8 I caft my Burdens on the LORD,
The LORD fuftains them all;
My Courage refts upon his Word,
That Saints fhall never fall.

9 My higheft Hopes fhall not be vain,
My Lips fhall fpread his Praife ;
While cruel and deceitful Men
Scarce live out half their Days.

I

PSALM

LV. Metre ii.

HEAR my Voice, All-potent SIRE, Nor diftant from my Pray's retire, Whofe Accents to thine Ear impart The Anguifh of my heaving Heart.

[ftray'd, 2 A Crowd, whofe Thoughts from Thee have With Falfehood arm'd, my Peace invade ; And Griefs and Tears, that fhun Control, Shake to its inmoft Depth my Soul.

3 "O who fhall give me" (thus my Breaft Its vain Inquietude exprefs'd) [Air "The Dove's light Wing, that through the "A wretched Fugitive may bear?

5

« How would I mount the wafting Wind,
"How leave the wrathful Storms behind!
"And in the Defert's lone Retreat,
"Contented, fix my lafting Seat!"

But GOD (my only Refuge) He
From each Diftrefs my Soul fhall free;
With fervent Lips, to Him I'll pray
At Dawn, at Noon, at Clofe of Day.
6 O caff thee fearless on thy God;
He (ftrong to fave) the grateful Load
Within his foft'ring Arms fhall' bear,
And feed: thee with a Parent's Care.

PSALM LVI.

THOU whofe Juftice reigns on hight,
And makes th' Oppreffor ceafe,

Behold how envious Sinners try

To vex and break

my Peace.

2 The Sons of Violence and Lies
Join to devour me, LORD;
But as my hourly Dangers rife,
My Refuge is thy Word.

3 In Gon moft Holy, Juft, and True,
I have répos'd my Truft;
Nor will I fear what Flefh can do,
The Offspring of the Duft.

4 They wreft my Words to Mifchief ftill,
Charge me with unknown Faults;
Mifchief doth all their Counfels fill,
And Malice all their Thoughts.