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PSALM I. Metre i.

H shun the broad Way that Sinners go;
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APPY the Man, whofe cautious Feet

Who hates the Place where Atheists meet,
And fears to talk as Scoffers do.

2 He loves t' employ his Morning-Light
Among the Statutes of the LORD;
And fpends 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 :

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And Heav'n will fhine with kindeft Beams
On ev'ry Work his Hands begin.

But Sinners find their Counfels croft ;-
As Chaff before the Tempest flies,

So fhall their Hopes be blown and loft,
When the laft Trumpet fhakes the Skies..

5 In vain the Rebel feeks to ftand
In Judgment with the pious Race;
The dreadful JUDGE with ftern Command
Affigns him to a diff'rent Place.

6" Strait is the Way my Saints have trod,
"I bleft the Path, and drew it plain!
"But you would choose the crooked Road;
"And down it leads to endless Pain."

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PSALM I. Metre ii.

How bleft the Man, whofe Ear
Impious Counsel fhuns to hear;
Who nor loves, nor treads the Way
Where the Sons of Folly ftray.

2 But poffefs'd with facred Awe,
Meditates, great Gop, thy Law;
This by Day his fix'd Employ,
This by Night his conftant joy.

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Like the Tree that, taught to grow
Where the Streams refreshing flow,
He his fruitful Branch fhall fpread,
Profp'rous, he no Leaf fhall thed.

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, O Earth, fhall come,
And to each aflign his Doom;
Say, fhall then the impious Pand
With the Juft affembled ftand?

6 Thefe th' ALMIGHTY, thefe alone,
Objects of his Love fhall own;
While his Vengeance who defy
Whelm'd in endlefs Ruin lie.

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WHY

PSALM II. Metre i.
WHY did the Gentiles rage,
And Jews with one Accord
Bend all their Counfels, to deftroy
Th' Anointed of the LORD?

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Rulers and Kings agree

To form a vain Defign;

Against the LORD their Pow'rs unite,
Againft his CHRIST they join.

The LORD derides their Rage,
And will fupport his Throne;

He that hath rais'd Fm from the Dead,
Hath own'd Him for his SON.

Now He's afcended high,

And asks to rule the Earth ;
The Merit of his Blood He pleads,
And pleads his heav'nly Birth..

He afks, and GOD bestows

A large Inheritance;

Far as the World's remoteft Bounds,
His Kingdom fhall advance.

Mut feel his Iron Rod;

He'll vindicate thofe Honours well

Which He receiv'd from God,

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Be wife, ye Rulers, now,

And worihip at his Throne;

With trembling Joy, ye People, bow
To GCD's exalted SoN.

8 If once his Wrath arife,
Ye perifh on the Place;

Then bleifed is the Soul that flies
For Refuge to his Grace.

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;

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He fpeaks with Vengeance in his Eyes, And ftrikes their Spirits through.

"I call Him my Eternal SON,

"And raise Him from the Dead;
"I make my holy Hill his Throne,
"And wide his Kingdom fpread.
"Afk me, my SON, and then enjoy
"The utmoft Heathen Lands:
Thy Rod of Iron fhall deftroy
"The Rebel that withstands."

5 Be wife, ye Rulers of the Earth,
Obey th' Anointed LORD,
Adore the King of heav'nly Birth,
And tremble at his Word.

6 With humble Love addrefs his Throne;
For if he frowns, ye die :
Those are fecure, and thofe alone,
Who on his Grace rely.

PSALM

MY

III. Metre i.

Y GOD, how many are my Fears!
How faft my Foes increase!

Confpiring my eternal Death,
They break my present Peace.

2 But Thou, my Glory and my Strength,
Shalt on the Tempter tread,
Shalt filence all my threat'ning Guilt,
And raise my drooping Head.

3 I cry'd; and from his holy Hill
He bow'd a lift'ning Ear:
I call'd my Father and my GoD,
And he fubdu'd my Fear.

4 He fhed foft Slumbers on mine Eyes,
In spite of all my Foes;

I 'woke, and wonder'd at the Grace
That guarded my Repofe.

5 What though the Hofts of Death and Hell All arm'd against me ftood,

Terrors no more fhall fhake my
My Refuge is my GoD.

6 Arife, O LORD, fulfil thy Grace,
While I thy Glory fing:

Soul;

My God has broke the Serpent's Teeth, And Death has loft his Sting.

7 Salvation to the LORD belongs;

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His Arm alone can fave:

Bleffings attend thy People here,
And reach beyond the Grave.

PSALM III. Metre ii.

LORD, how many are my Foes

In this weak State of Flesh and Blood!

My Peace they daily discompofe;
But my Defence and Hope is God.