5 WHILE I keep Silence, and conceal
My heavy Guilt within my Heart,
What Torments doth my Confcience feel,
What Agonies of inward Smart!
6 I fpread my Sins before the LORD,
And all my fecret Faults confefs;
Thy Gospel speaks a pard'ning Word,
Thy HOLY SPIRIT feals the Grace.
7 For this fhall ev'ry humble Soul
Make fwift Addresses to thy Seat :
When Floods of ftrong Temptations roll,
There fhall they find a bleft Retreat.
8 How fafe beneath thy Wings I lie,
When Days grow dark, and Storms appear!
And when I walk, thy watchful Eye
Shall guide me safe from ev'ry Snare.
PS. ALM XXXIII. Metre i.
ET all the Juft, to GOD, with Joy,
Their cheerful Voices raise;
For well the Righteous it becomes.
To fing glad Songs of Praise.
2 How faithful is the Word of God!
His Works with Truth abound;
He Juftice loves, and all the Earth
Is with his Goodness crown'd.
3 By his Almighty Word at first
The heav'nly Arch was rear'd:
And all the beauteous Hofts of Light
At his Command appear'd.
4 The fwelling Floods together roll'd,
He makes in Heaps to lie ;
And lays, as in a Store-house fafe,
The wat❜ry Treasures by.
5 Let Earth, and all that dwell therein,
Before Him trembling ftand:
For when He spake the Word, 'twas made,
'Twas fix'd at his Command.
6 He scorns the angry Nations' Rage,
And breaks their vain Defigns:
His Counsel stands through ev'ry Age,
And in full Glory fhines.
7 BLEST is the Nation where the Lord Hath fix'd his gracious Throne; Where he reveals his heav'nly Word, And calls their Tribes his own.
8 His Eyes, with infinite Survey, Does the whole World behold; He form'd us all of equal Clay,
And knows our feeble Mould.
9 Kings are not rescu'd by the Force
Of Armies from the Grave ;
Nor Speed nor Courage of an Horfe
Can the bold Rider fave.
10 Vain is the Strength of Beafts or Men, To hope for Safety thence;
But holy Souls from GOD obtain
A ftrong and fure Defence.
II GOD is their Fear, and GOD their Truft:
When Plagues or Famines fpread,
His watchful Eye fecures the Juft
Among ten thousand Dead.
12 LORD, let our Hearts in Thee rejoice,
And bless us from thy Throne ;
For we have made thy Word our Choice,
And trust thy Grace alone.
Happy Nation, where the LORD
Reveals the Treasure of his Word, And builds his Church, his earthly His Eye the Heathen World furveys,[Throne! He form'd their Hearts, He knows their Ways, But God their Maker is unknown.
2 Let Kings rely upon their Hoft,
And of his Strength the Champion boast;
In vain they boaft, in vain rely;
In vain we trust the brutal Force,
Or Speed, or Courage of an Horse,
To guard his Rider, or to fly.
3 The Eye of thy Compaffion, LORD,
Doth more fecure Defence afford, [stand:
When Death or Dangers threat'ning
Thy watchful Eye preferves the Juft,
Who make thy Name their Fear and Trust,
When Wars or Famine wafte the Land..
4 In Sickness, or the bloody Field,
Thou our Phyfician, Thou our Shield,
Send us Salvation from thy Throne.
We wait to fee thy Goodnefs fhine;
Let us rejoice in Help divine,
For all our Hope is Gon alone.
PSALM XXXIV. Metre i.
Hrough all the changing Scenes of Life
In Trouble and in Joy,
The Praises of my GOD fhall ftill
My Heart and Tongue employ..
2 Of his Deliv'rance I will boast,
Till All that are distrest
From my Example Comfort take,
And charm their Griefs to rest.
3 O magnify the LORD with Me,
With Me exalt his Name;
When in Diftrefs to Him I call'd,
He to my Rescue came.
4 The Hofts of GOD encamp around
The Dwellings of the Juft;
Deliv'rance He affords to All
Who on his Succour truft.
5 O make but Trial of his Love,
Experience will decide
How blefs'd they are, and only they,
Who in his Truth confide.
6 Fear HIM, ye Saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear;
Make you his Service your Delight,
He'll make your Wants his Care.
PSALM XXXIV. Metre ii.
HEE will I thank, and Day by Day
TForm to thy Praife the joyful Lay;
From Morn to Eve the Song extend,
My God, my FATHER, and my FRIEND.
2 While pleas'd each Heart of humble Frame
Shall wake, great God, to hear thy Fame;
O come, your Voice triumphant raise,
And fing, with me, your Maker's Praife.
3 To Him my Soul difclos'd its Care;
He heard, and, prefent to my Pray'r,
(His faithful Buckler o'er me held)
Each Terror from my Breaft difpell'd.
His Angel, nigh the just Man's Tent
Encamp'd, each Danger to prevent,
His fure Protection round him throws,
Though harness'd Hofts his Peace oppofe.
5 O tafte with me, O tafte, and prove
The Bleffings of his boundless Love;
And (fearless of Repulfe or Shame)
The Promife of his Mercy claim.
6 Hail, SAVIOUR of the human Race!
Hail, FOUNTAIN of exhauftlefs Grace!
Thrice happy, who on THEE recline,
Nor own, nor afk a Help, but Thine.
PSALM XXXV.
[my Foes LEAD THOU my Caufe, O LORD:Let thy refiftless Pow'r oppofe;
Say to my troubled Soul, "In ME
"Thy Strength and fure Salvation fee."
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