2 Thou feeft Foes a Pit prepare,
And plant before my Steps their Snare ;
Thou feeft them urge (to Falfehood prone)
The Guilt my Breaft has never known.
3 Yet I their Suff'rings oft lament,
Oft at thy Throne their Griefs present
(And find the Pray'r their Pride has fpurn'd,
With Bleffings on my Head return'd).
4 Nor feels the Son his melting Breast
With deeper Senfe of Grief imprefs'd,
That grafps a dying Mother's Hand,
And waits to take her last Command.
5 Not fuch the Pity to me borne,
Ev'n Abjects my Abjection fcorn!
How long wilt THOU, my God, how long
With patient Eye behold my Wrong?
6.0 let not my uninjur'd Foes
With fpeaking Eye, amidst my Woes,
As round they stand in clofe Array,
The Triumphs of their Heart betray.
7 But near me rang'd, with thankful Voice
Let ev'ry Friend to Truth rejoice;
While, loudeft in the Choir, my Tongue
To Notes of Praise thall tune its Song:
8" Bleft be the Name of Jacob's LORD, "The GOD by Heav'n and Earth ador'd, "Who joys his Servant's Caufe to plead, "And crowns with Peace his favour'dHead."
BOVE thefe Heav'ns' created Rounds,
Thy Mercies, LORD, extend;
"Thy Truth outlives the narrow Bounds
Where Time and Nature end.
2 Safety to Men thy Goodnefs brings,
Nor overlooks the Beaft;
Beneath the Shadow of thy Wings
Thy Children choose to rest.
3 From Thee, when Creature-Streams run low,
And mortal Comforts die,
Perpetual Springs of Life fhall flow,
And raife our Pleafures high.
4 Though all created Light decay,
And Death close up our Eyes,
Thy Prefence makes eternal Day
Where Clouds can never rise.
LORD, thy Mercy (my fure Hoped
The higheft Orb of Heav'n transcends;
Thy facred Truth's unmeafur'd Scope
Beyond the spreading Skies extends.
2 Thy Juftice like the Hills remains ;
Unfathom'd Depths thy Judgments are ;
Thy Providence the World fuftains ;
The whole Creation is thy Care.
3 Since of thy Goodness All partake,
With what Affurance fhould the Juft
Thy fhelt'ring Wings their Refuge make,
And Saints to thy Protection truft?
4 Such Guests fhall to thy Courts be led,
To banquet on thy Love's Repaft,
And drink, as from a Fountain's Head,
Of Joys that shall for ever last.
5 With THEE the Springs of Life remain,
Thy Prefence is eternal Day;
O let thy Saints thy Favour gain,
To upright Hearts thy Truth display.
ET not the Sinner's Wealth or Might
The Envy of thy Soul excite :
Anon thine Eye fhall fee him fade,
Quick as the Flow'r or vernal Blade.
2 But thou thy Will to Heav'n's high LORD
(His TRUTH thy Truft, thy Rule his WORD)
Submit; and nourish'd by his Hand'
Inherit from his Gift the Land.
3 In Him delight, on Him depend;
Him choose thy GUIDE, thy WAY, thy END;
So fhall his Love thy Wishes grant,
His Care anticipate thy Want.
4 He'll bid thy Acts, in Light ferene, I
Far as the rifing Morn be feen;
Thy Juftice, as the Noon of Day,
Diffusive, pour its cloudlefs Ray.
5 With patient Hope await his Will,
Nor let the Sight of profp'rous Ill
Impel thee, with Difquiet vain,
His wife Difpofals to arraign.
: PART II.
6 WAIT but awhile; then look around:
No more the impious Race are found;
Nor the proud Roof, nor wide Domain,
The Mem'ry of their Lord retain.
7 But fee the meek and pious Band
(Advanc'd by GoD's Almighty-Hand)
His Smiles obtain, and thence poffefs
True Riches, wita abundant Peace.
8 That GOD, ye Saints, whofe Love
ye feek,
The Arm of lawless Pow'r fhall break,
And bid the Juft protected stand
Beneath the Shadow of his Hand.
9 Who know not THEF, great God, to dread (As Victims for the Slaughter fed) Confum'd by Heav'n's avenging Fire, Shall perifh, and in Smoke afpire.
10 The Juft, (bleft Object of thy Love)
Thou, LORD, wilt lead, his Path approve,
Thy faithful Hand his Steps fuftain,
Nor falls he, but to rife again.
11 FROM Ill recede; to Good incline;
Seek TRUTH, and endless Life be thine:
GOD fhall refute th' Accufer's Tongue,
And fave thee from the Hand of Wrong.
12 Wait on thy GOD; obferve his Ways;
His Pow'r aloft thy Head fhall raise;
And bid, before thy Sight, his Foe
The Terrors of his Vengeance know.
13 The profp'ring Sinner once I view'd;
Strong as a healthful Tree he ftood;
I went, I came, and look'd again;
I look'd ; but fought his Place in vain.
14 Behold the Juft, and mark his End'; '
See Peace his Eve of Life attend;
While on the Sinner's latest Hour
The Storms of heaviest Vengeance low'r.
15 To GOD the Juft his Safety owes, owes, Him owns his Strength amidit his Woes, Affur'd that He fhall each defend, Whose constant Hopes on HIM depend.
Spare me, LORD, nor o'er my Head The Fulnefs of thy Vengeance fhed; Pierc'd by thy Shafts, great God, I ftand, And feel the Preffure of thy Hand.
2 My Friends, and next Allies by Birth,
(Once kind Companions of my Mirth,
When wing'd with Health the Moments flew)
My Griefs with distant Horror view.
3 But Thou, beft ADVOCATE, art nigh;
On THEE, great GoD, 'my Hopes rely;
vindicate GOD, 'my
O vindicate my Fame from Wrong,
And filence the reproachful Tongue.
4 Thou feeft how prone to flip my Feet,
What Woes my Eyes inceflant meet;
Nor fhuns my Soul its Guilt to own,
But forrowing bows before thy Throne.
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