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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.

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,


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


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.



Metre ii.


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

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