4 The weeping Orphan's Cheek to dry,
The guiltlefs Suff'rer's Cause to try;
To rein each earth-born Tyrant's Will,
And bid the Sons of Pride be ftill.

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Refuge is the GOD of Love Why do my Foes infult and cry "Fly like a tim'rous trembling Dove; "To diftant Woods or Mountains fly? 2 If Government be all destroy'd,

(That firm Foundation of our Peace)
And Violence make Juftice void,

Where fhall the Righteous feek Redrefs?
3 The LORD in Heav'n has fix'd his Throne;
His Eyes furvey the World below:
To him all mortal Things are known;
His Eyelids fearch our Spirits through.
If He afflicts his Saints fo far,

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To prove their Love, and try their Grace,
What may the bold Tranfgreffors fear?
His Soul abhors their Ways.

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5 The righteous LORD loves righteous Souls,
Whofe Thoughts and Actions are fincere ;
And with a gracious Eye beholds
The Men that his own Image bear.

Help me, LORD, for few I fee,

Whofe Acts conform to thy Decree;
New Arts of Fraud each Heart has known,
And fpeaks a Language not its own;
But GoD with Vengeance arm'd shall rise,
And scourge the Tongues of Pride and Lies.

2 Enough (th' eternal SIRE has cry'd) "Enough my fuff'ring Saints have figh'd, "To Me difclos'd their ceafelefs Fear, "And pour'd their Sorrows in mine Ear: "My Hand fhall fee their Wrongs redreft, "And footh to Peace the troubled Breaft.".

3 Pure are thy Words, Almighty LORD,
As Silver oft by Fire explor'd:
Thy Love each faithful Heart fhall fhare,
And joy in thy protecting Care [spread,
Unmov'd;-tho' Wrongs the Earth o'er-
And Vice triumphant lifts it Head.

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PSALM XIII.

HOW

OW long wilt thou conceal thy Face?
My GoD, how long delay?

When fhall I feel thofe heav'nly Rays
That chafe my Fears away?

2 How long fhall my poor lab'ring Soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy Word can all my Foes control,
And ease my raging Pain.

3 See how the Prince of Darkness tries
All his malicious Arts,

He spreads a Mift around my Eyes,
And throws his fiery Darts.

4 Be Thou my Sun, be Thou my Shield,
My Soul in Safety keep;

Make hafte before mine Eyes are seal'd
In Death's eternal Sleep.

5 Since I have always plac'd my Truft
Beneath thy Mercy's Wing,

Thy faving Health will come, and then
My Heart with Joy fhall spring.

6 Thou wilt difplay that fov'reign Grace
Where all my Hopes have hung;
I fhall employ my Lips in Praise,
And Vict'ry fhall be fung.

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EHOLD the Fool, whofe Heart denies O The GoD who form'd the Earth and Skies! While, fearless, Sin's worft Paths he treads, Mark how the dire Example spreads !

2 Th' ETERNAL MONARCH from on High Caft on the Sons of Earth his Eye, If haply fome He yet might fee

From Error's baleful Influence free.

3 Whofe Lives an impious Age might shame, Who fought his Love, and own'd his Name; Who 'midft infectious Times have ftood Unftain'd, and obftinately good.

4 He look'd:-but ah! not one could find
To Virtue's Heav'n-taught Rules inclin'd:
Each led from Wifdom's Path astray,
Purfues the Tenour of his Way.

5 Who, mightiest LORD, to Ifrael's Eyes
Shall bid the wifh'd Salvation rife,
From Sion's Hill its healing Ray
Extend, and round us pour the Day?

6 When Thou (thy Pow'r the Work demands) Shall back recall our captive Bands, [Frame, Our ceafelefs Shouts, thro' Heav'n's wide Shall ranfom'd Ifrael's, Joy proclaim.

J.

PSALM XV.

LORD, who's the happy Man that may
To thy bleft Courts repair?

Not Stranger like, to vifit them,
But to inhabit there?

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2 The Man who walks in pious Ways,
And works with righteous Hands
Who trufts his Maker's Promises,
And follows his Commands.

3 He speaks the Meaning of his Heart,
Nor flanders with his Tongue;
Will scarce believe an ill Report,
Nor do his Neighbour wrong.

4 Who Vice, in all its Pomp and Pow'r,
Can treat with just Neglect;

And Piety, though cloth'd in Rags,
Religiously refpect.

5 Who on his plighted Vows and Truft
Has ever firmly stood;

And though he promife to his Lofs,
He makes his Promise good.

6 Whose Hands difdain a golden Bribe,
And never gripe the Poor;

This Man, when Earth's Foundation shakes,
Shall ftand with GoD fecure.

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PSALM. XVI.

Referve me, LORD, in Time of Need,
For Succour to thy Throne I flee,
But have no Merits there to plead;
My Goodness cannot reach to Thee.

2 Oft have my Heart and Tongue confeft
How empty and how poor I am;

My Praise can never make Thee bleft,
Nor add new Glories to thy Name.

3 Yet, LORD, thy Saints on Earth may reap.
Some Profit by the Good I do;

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These are the Company I keep,

These are the choiceft Friends I know.

Let, others choose the Sons of Mirth,
To give a relish to their Wine;

I love the Men of heav'nly Birth,

Whofe Thoughts and Language are divine.
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5 HOW faft their Guilt and Sorrows rife,
Who hafte to feek fome Idol-God!
I will not taste their Sacrifice,
Their Offrings of forbidden Blood.

6 My GoD provides a richer Cup,
And nobler Food to live upon :
He for my Life has offer'd up
JESUS his best beloved Son.

7 His Love is my perpetual Feaft;

By Day his Counfels guide me right:
And be his Name for ever bleft,
Who gives me fweet Advice by Night.