When shall I feel thofe heav'nly rays 2 How long fhall my poor lab'ring fou! Wrestle and toil in vain ? Thy word can all my foes controul, 3 See how the prince of darkness tries He spreads a mist around my eyes, 4 Be thou my fun, and thou my shield, My foul in fafety keep; 5 Make hafte, before mine eyes are feal'd How would the tempter boaft aloud Behold the fons of hell grow proud 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, He knows the terrors of thy look, PSALM XIV. First part. "There is no God that reigns on high, Or minds th' affairs of men." 2 From thoughts fo dreadful and profane 3 The Lord. from his celeftial throne, 4 By nature all are gone aftray, There's none that fears his Maker's hand, There's none that loves his name. 5 Their tongues are us'd to speak deceit, Their flanders never cease: How fwift to mifchief are their feet! 6 Such feeds of fin (that bitter root) Nor can they bear diviner fruit, A PSALM XIV. Second part. RE finners now fo fenfelefs grown, 2 Great God, appear to their furprize, Let them no more thy wrath despise, 3 Doft thou not dwell among the just That we should make thy name our truft; 4 O that the joyful day were come When God fhall bring his children home, PSALM XV. Common Metre. Characters of a faint, or a citizen of Zion: or, The qualifications of a Chriftian. I 7HO fhall inhabit in thy hill, WHO O God of holiness? Whom will the Lord admit to dwell 2 The man that walks in pious ways, 3 He speaks the meaning of his heart, 4 The wealthy finner he contemns, His hands difdain a golden bribe, And never gripe the poor; This man fhall dwell with God on earth, And find his heav'n fecure. PSALM XV. Long Metre. 37 Religion and justice, goodness and truth; or, Duties to God and man: or, The qualifications of a Chrif tian. I 7HO fhall afcend thy heav'nly place, WHO Great God, and dwell before thy face? The man that minds religion now, And humbly walks with God below. 2 Whole hands are pure, whofe heart is clean, 5 [He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that justice should be fold; 6 He loves his enemies, and prays 7 Yet when his holiest works are done, PSALM XVI. First Part. Long Metre. Confeffion of our poverty; and Saints the best com pany: or, Good works profit men, not God. Referve me, Lord, ia time of need, P For fuccour to thy throne I flee, 3 Yet Lord, the faints on earth may reap These are the choiceft friends I know. 4 Let others chufe the fons of mirth PSALM XVI. Second Part. Long Metre. H Who hafte to leek fome idol god; OW faft their guilt and forrows rife, I will not tafte their facrifice, Their off'rings of forbidden blood. 2 My God provides a richer cup, 3. His love is my perpetual feaft; |