I fet Him ftill before mine Eyes;
At my right Hand He ftands, prepar'd
To keep my Soul from all Surprise,
And be my everlafting Guard.
9 WHEN GOD is nigh, my Faith is ftrong, His Arm is my Almighty Prop:
Be glad, my Heart, rejoice my Tongue,
My dying Flefh fhall rest in Hope.
10 Tho' in the Duft I lay my Head,
Yet, gracious GOD, Thou wilt not leave
My Soul for ever with the Dead,
Nor lose thy Children in the Grave.
11 My Flefh fhall thy firft Call obey,
Shake off the Dust, and rise on high;
Then shalt Thou lead the wondrous Way
Up to thy Throne above the Sky.
12 There Streams of endless Pleasure flow;
And full Discov'ries of thy Grace
(Which we but tafted here below)
Spread heav'nly Joys thro' all the Place.
PSALM XVII. Metre i.
RISE, my gracious GOD,
And make the Wicked flee
They are but thy chastizing Rod,
To drive thy Saints to Thee.
Behold, the Sinner dies,
His haughty Words are vain;
Here in this Life his Pleasure lies,
And all beyond is Pain.
Then let his Pride advance,
And boaft of all his Store ;
The LORD is my Inheritance,
My Soul can wish no more.
I fhall behold the Face
Of my forgiving GOD;
And ftand complete in Righteoufnefs,
Wafh'd in my SAVIOUR'S Blood.
There's a new Heav'n begun
When I awake from Death,
Dreft in the Likeness of thy SoN,
And draw immortal Breath.
PSALM XVII. Metre ii.
ORD, I am thine, but Thou wilt prove My Faith, my Patience, and my Love: When Men of Spite againft me join, They are the Sword, the Hand is thine. 2 Their Hope and Portion lie below; 'Tis all the Happinefs they know,
'Tis all they feek; they take their Shares, And leave the rest among their Heirs.
3 What Sinners value, I refign;
LORD, 'tis enough that Thou art mine:
I shall behold thy blissful Face,
And ftand complete in Righteousness.
4 This Life's a Dream, an empty Show;
But the bright World to which I go,
Hath Joys fubftantial and fincere ;
When fhall I wake, and find me there?
5 O glorious Hour! O bleft Abode !
I fhall be near and like my GOD!
And Flesh and Sin no more control
The facred Pleasures of the Soul.
6 My Flefh fhall flumber in the Ground,
Till the last Trumpet's joyful Sound;
Then burft the Chains with fweet Surprise,
And in my SAVIOUR'S Image rife.
PSALM XVII. Metre iii.
Before thy Throne, whofe Eyes can read
Each inmoft Thought,-my Caufe I plead.
O Thou my Guardian, Thou my Guide, Forbid my wav'ring Feet to flide!
To Thee (for Thou the Pray'r canft hear), To Thee my fuppliant Voice I rear.
What Care the Apple of the Eye
Demands, that Care to me apply;
While all my Hopes on Thee repose,
To me thy wondrous Grace difclose,
"And keep, O keep me, King of Kings,
"Beneath thy own Almighty Wings !"
3 Rife, LORD, and let me by thy Aid
A pamper'd Crowd's deep Snares evade,
Whofe Heart, with impious Fury stung,
To mad Prefumption prompts their Tongue:
Whofe Days, with Life's full Bleffings
fraught,
To Earth's low Scene confine their Thought.
4 Far other Blifs my Soul fhall own,
A Blifs to guilty Minds unknown:-
O! when, awaken'd by thy Care,
Thy Face I view, thy Image bear,
How fhall my Breaft with Transport glow!
What full Delight my Heart o'erflow!
PSALM XVIII.
BEST OBJECT of my Soul's Defire,
On Thee my ftedfaft Hope I build;
To Thee my grateful Thoughts afpire; My GOD, my Reft, my Rock, my Shield.
2 To Thee my Tow'r, my Strength, I'll pray;
What Foes fhall then my Terror raise?
What Bands combin'd my Heart dismay,
While thus I pay my Debt of Praise ?
3 Death arm'd with Terrors, Hell with Woes,
Around me caft their difmal Shade;
While Floods of high Temptations rose,
And made my finking Soul afraid.
To Heav'n I made my mournful Pray'r;
To GOD addrefs'd my humble Moan;
He graciously inclin'd his Ear,
And heard me from his lofty Throne.
5 WHEN GOD arofe my Part to take,
The confcious Earth was ftruck with Fear;
The Hills did at his Prefence shake,
Nor could his dreadful Fury bear.
6 Thick Clouds of Smoke difpers'd abroad, Enfigns of Wrath before Him came; Devouring Fire around Him glow'd, That Coals were kindled at its Flame.
7 He left the beauteous Realms of Light,
While Heav'n bow'd down its awful Head;
Beneath his Feet fubftantial Night
Was like a fable Carpet fpread.
8 The Chariot of the KING of Kings,
Which active Troops of Angels drew,
On a ftrong Tempeft's rapid Wings
With glowing Wheels impetuous flew.
9 Black wat'ry Mifts and Clouds confpir'd
With thickest Shades his Face to veil;
But at his Brightness foon retir'd,
And fell in Show'rs of Fire and Hail.
10 Thro' Heav'n's wide Arch a thund'ring
GOD's angry Voice did loudly roar; [Peal
While Earth's fad Face with Heaps of Hail,
And Flakes of Fire, was cover'd o'er.
II GREAT GOD, when thy fierce Fury
Diftracted Nature trembling lay; [ftorm'd,
And the unfathom'd Deep, deform'd
Through horrid Ruptures, felt the Day.
12 The Sea's old Parent-Springs appear'd,
And the great World's Foundations torn;
The tott'ring Hills their Dooms-day fear'd,
By thy impetuous Wrath o'erborne.
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