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PSALM I. Metre i.

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TAPPY the Man, whose cautious Feet

Shun the broad Way that Sinners go; Who hates the place where -Atheists meet,

And fears to talk as Scoffers do.
2 He loves temploy his Morning-Light

Among the Statutes of the LORD ;
And spends the wakeful Hours of Night,

With Pleasure pond'ring o'er his Word. 3 He, like a Plant by gentle Streams,

Shall flourish in immortal Green :
And Heav’n will shine with kindeft Beams

On ev'ry Work his bands begin.
4 But Sinners find their Counsels crost;

As Chaff before the Tempest flies,
So shall their Hopes be blown and lost,

When the laft Trumpet shakes the Skies, 5 In vain the Rebel seeks to stand

In Judgment with the pious Race;
The dreadful JUDGE with stern Command

Assigns him to a diff'rent Place. 6 « Strait is the Way my Saints have trod, “I bleft the Path, and drew it plain!

would choose the crooked Road; " And down it leads to endless Pain.”

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PSA L M I. Metre ii.
How bleft the Man, whofe Ear

Impious Counsel Thuns to hear ;
Who nor loves, nor treads the Way

Where the Sons of Folly stray. 2 But poffess’d with facred Ave,

Meditates, great God, thy Law;
This by Day his fix'd Employ,

This by Niglit his constant joy.
3 Like the Tree that, taught to grow

Where the Streams refreihing fow,
He his fruitful Branch ihall fpread,

Profp'rous, he no Leaf shall ined. 4 See, ah ! fee a different Fate

God's obdurate Foes await;
See them, to his Wrath confign’d,

Fly like Chaff before the Wind. 5 When thy JUDGE, ( Earth, shall come,

And to eich ailign his Doom;
Say, shall then the impious Pand

With the just affeinbled ftand?
6 Thefe th’ ALMIGHTY, thefe alone,

Objects of his Love shall own;
While his Vengeance who defy
Whelm'd in endless Ruin lie.

PSA L M II. Metre i. 1 WHY did the Gentiles rage,

And Jews with one Accord
Bend all their Counsels, to destroy

Th' Anointed of the LORD?

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Rulers and Kings agree

To form a vain Delign;
Against the LORD their Pow'rs unite,

Against his CHRIST they join.
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The Lord derides their Rage,

And will support his Throne
He that hath rais's Fm from the Dead,

Hath own's Him for his Son.

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Now He's ascended high,

And asks to rule the Earth ;
The Merit of his Blood He pleads,

And pleads his heav'nly Birth..
5 He asks, and God bestows

A large Inheritance ;
Far the World's reinoteft Bounds,

His Kingdom shall advance.
6 The Nations that rebel,

Muft feel his Iron Rod;
He'll vindicate those Honours well

Which He receiv'd from GOD,

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Be wise, ye Rulers, now,

And worihip at his Throne;
With trumbling Joy, ye People, bow

To God's exalted Son.

8 If once his Wrath arise,

Ye perih on the Place;
Then bleised is the Soul that Aies

For Refuge to his Grace.

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PSALM II. Metre ii.
HY did the Nations join to flay

The LORD's Anointed SON?
Why did they cast his Laws away,

And tread his Gospel down?
2 The LORD that fits above the Skies,

Derides their Rage below;
He speaks with Vengeance in his Eyes,

And strikes their Spirits through. 3“ I call Him my Eternal Son,

« And raise Him from the Dead; “ I make my holy Hill his Throne,

« And wide his Kingdom spread. 4 “Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy

" The utmost Heathen Lands: “Thy Rod of Iron shall destroy

« The Rebel that withstands." 5 Be wise, ye Rulers of the Earth,

Obcy th' Anointed LORD, Adore the King of heav'nly Birth,

And tremble at his Word.
6 With humble Love address his Throne;

For if he frowns, ye die :
Those are fecure, and thofe alone,
Who on his Grace rely.
PS A L M III. Metre i.
Y God, how many are my Fears !
How fast

my

Foes increase! Conspiring my eternal Death,

They break my present Peace,

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2 But Thou, my Glory and my Strength,

Shalt on the Tempter tread,
Shalt silence all my threat’ning Guilt,

And raise my drooping Head. 3 I cry'd; and from his holy Hill

He bow'd a list’ning Ear:
I call'd my Father and my God,

And he subdu'd my Fear.
4. He shed soft Slumbers on mine Eyes,

In spite of all my Foes ;
I'woke, and wonder'd at the Grace

That guarded my Repose. 5 What though the Hofts of Death and Hell

All arm'd against me ftood, Terrors no more shall shake

my My Refuge is my God. 6 Arise, O LORD, fulfil thy Grace,

While I thy Glory fing: My God has broke the Serpent's Teeth,

'And Death has lost his Sting. 7 Salvation to the Lord belongs ;

His Arm alone can fave : Bleffings attend thy People here,

And reach beyond the Grave.

Soul;

PSALM III.

Metre ii.

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In this weak State of Flesh and Blood! My Peace they daily discompofe ; But my Defence and Hope is God.

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