I PSALM I. Metre i. H shun the broad Way that Sinners go; APPY the Man, whofe cautious Feet Who hates the Place where Atheists meet, 2 He loves t' employ his Morning-Light 4 And Heav'n will fhine with kindeft Beams But Sinners find their Counfels croft ;- So fhall their Hopes be blown and loft, 5 In vain the Rebel feeks to ftand 6" Strait is the Way my Saints have trod, Ο PSALM I. Metre ii. How bleft the Man, whofe Ear 2 But poffefs'd with facred Awe, 3 Like the Tree that, taught to grow 4 See, ah! fee a different Fate 5 When thy JUDGE, O Earth, fhall come, 6 Thefe th' ALMIGHTY, thefe alone, I WHY PSALM II. Metre i. 2 3 4 5 Rulers and Kings agree To form a vain Defign; Against the LORD their Pow'rs unite, The LORD derides their Rage, He that hath rais'd Fm from the Dead, Now He's afcended high, And asks to rule the Earth ; He afks, and GOD bestows A large Inheritance; Far as the World's remoteft Bounds, Mut feel his Iron Rod; He'll vindicate thofe Honours well Which He receiv'd from God, 7 Be wife, ye Rulers, now, And worihip at his Throne; With trembling Joy, ye People, bow 8 If once his Wrath arife, Then bleifed is the Soul that flies PSALM WHY HY did the Nations join to flay The LORD's Anointed SoN? Why did they caft his Laws away, And tread his Gospel down? 2 The LORD that fits above the Skies, Derides their Rage below; 3 4 He fpeaks with Vengeance in his Eyes, And ftrikes their Spirits through. "I call Him my Eternal SON, "And raise Him from the Dead; 5 Be wife, ye Rulers of the Earth, 6 With humble Love addrefs his Throne; PSALM MY III. Metre i. Y GOD, how many are my Fears! Confpiring my eternal Death, 2 But Thou, my Glory and my Strength, 3 I cry'd; and from his holy Hill 4 He fhed foft Slumbers on mine Eyes, I 'woke, and wonder'd at the Grace 5 What though the Hofts of Death and Hell All arm'd against me ftood, Terrors no more fhall fhake my 6 Arife, O LORD, fulfil thy Grace, Soul; My God has broke the Serpent's Teeth, And Death has loft his Sting. 7 Salvation to the LORD belongs; I His Arm alone can fave: Bleffings attend thy People here, PSALM III. Metre ii. LORD, how many are my Foes In this weak State of Flesh and Blood! My Peace they daily discompofe; |