And be his name for bleft, Who gives me fweet advice by night. PSALM XVI. Third Part. Long Metre. Courage in death, and hope of the refurrection. I 7HEN God is nigh, my faith is ftrong, His arm is my almighty prop: Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue, My dying flefh fhall reft in hope. WHEN 2 Tho' in the duft I lay my head 3 My flefh fhall thy firft call obey, 4 There ftreams of endless pleasure flow; Spread heav'nly joys thro' all the place.. PSALM XVI. 1,-8. First Part. Com. Metre Support and counsel from God without merit. AVE me, O Lord, from ev'ry foe; Sin thee my truft I place, Tho' all the good that I can do 2 Yet if my God prolong my breath, Where the true God is known. 4 His hand provides my conftant food, Much am i pleas'd with prefent good, 5 God is my portion and my joy; He gives me fweet advice by day, 6 My foul would all her thoughts approve Not death nor hell my hope shall move PSALM XVI. Second Part. Common Metre. I Set the Lord before my face, He bears my courage up; "My heart and tongue their joys exprefs, "My flesh fhall rest in hope. "My fpirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave "Where fouls departed are; "Nor quit my body to the grave, "To fee corruption there. 3" Thou wilt reveal the path of life; "And raise me to thy throne; "Thy courts immortal pleasure give, "Thy prefence joys unknown." 4 [Thus in the name of Christ, the Lord, And Providence fulfils the word 5 Jefus, whom every faint adores, 6 When shall my feet arise and stand There fits the Son at God's right hand, PSALM XVII. Ver. 13, &c. Short Metre, Portion of faints and finners: or, Hope and despair A in death. RISE, my gracious God His haughty words are vain; 3. Then let his pride advance, And ftand complete in righteousness, PSALM XVII. Long Metre. The finners portion, and faints hope: or, The heaven of feparate fouls, and the refurrection. LORD, I am thine; but thou wilt prove 'L My faith, my patience, and my love; 2 Their hope and portion lyes below, 5 O glorious hour! O bleft abode ! 6 My flefh fhall flumber in the ground, Then burst the chains with fweet furprize, PSALM XVIII. First Part. Long Metre. Ver. 1,-6, 15,-18. Deliverance from defpair; or, Temptations over T come. I HEE will I love, O Lord, my ftrength, My rock, my tow'r, my high defence; Thy mighty arm shall be my trust, For I have found falvation thence. 2 Death and the terrors of the grave 3 I faw the op'ning gates of hell 4 In my diftref's I call'd my God, When I could scarce believe him mine; Awful and bright as lightning fhone 6 Temptations fled at his rebuke, { 7 And drew me from the depths of death.] Great were my fears, my foes were great, |