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And be his name for blest,

Who gives me sweet advice by night. 4 I set him still before mine eyes;

At my right hand he ftands prepar'd
To keep my foul from all surprise,
And be my everlasting guard.

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Whis arm is my almighty prop:

PSALM XVI. Third Part. Long Metre.
Courage in death and hope of the resurrection.

THEN God is nigh, my faith is strong,

Be glad my heart, rejuice my tongue,

My dying flesh shall rest in hope. 2 Tho' in the dust I lay iny head

Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,

Nor lose thy children in the grave. 3 My filesh (hall thy first call obey,

Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then shalt thou lead the wond'rous way

Up to thy throne above the sky,
4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;

And full discov'ries of thy grace
(Which we bat tasted here below)
Spread heav'nly joys thro' all the place..

PSALM XVI. 1,–8. Firft Part. Com. Metrea

Support and counsel from God without merit.

AVE me, O Lord, from ev'ry foe;

to thee my trust place, Tho' all the good that I can do Can ne'er deserve thy grace.

2 Yet if my God prolong my breath,

The faiots may profit by't;
The saints the glory of the earth,

The men of my delight.
3 Let Heathens to their idols halte,

And worship wood or stone;
But my delightful lot is cast

Where the true God is known.
4 His hand provides my constaot food,

He fills my daily cup;
Much am i pleas’d with present good,

But more rejoice in hope.
5 God is my portion and my joy;

His couplels are my light;
He gives me fweet advice by day,

And gentle hiots by night.
6 My soul would all her thoughts approve

To his all seeing eye;
Not death nor hell my hope shall move

While such a frieud is nigh.

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PSALM XVI. Second Part. Common Metre.

The death and resurrection of Christ.
Set the Lord before

my face,
He bears my courage up;
" My heart and tongue their joys exprefs,

“ My flesh shall rest in hope. 2 " 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;

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Thy courts immortal pleasure give,

“ Thy presence joys unknown.”
4 [Thus in the name of Christ, the Lord,

The holy David sung,
Aad Providence fulfils the word

Of his prophetic tongue.
5 Jesus, whom every faint adores,

Was crucify'd and Nain; Behold the tomb its prey restores,

Behold he lives again.
6 When shall my feet arise and stand

On heav'ns eternal hills;
There fits the Son at God's right hand,

And there the Father (miles.]


PSALM XVII. Ver. 13, &c. Short Metre,
Portion of saints and finners: or, Hope and despair

in death.
Rise, my gracious God

fiec, They are but thy chaftizing rod

To drive thy faints to thee, 2 Behold the finder dies,

His haughty words are vain;
Here in this life his pleasure lyes, .

And all beyond is pain.
3. Then let his pride advance,

And boast of all his store;
The Lord is my inheritance,

My soul can wish oo more. 4 I shall behold the face

Of my forgiviog God;

And stand complete in righteousness,

Wash'd in my Saviour's blood. 5 There's a new heav'n begun

When I awake from death. Drest in the likeness of thy Son,

And draw immortal breath.

PSALM XVII. Long Metre. The finners portion, and saints hope : or, The heaven

of separate fouls, and the resurrection. 'L

ORD, I am thine; but thou wilt prove

My faith, my patience, and my love;
When men of spite against me join,

They are the sword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion iyes below,

'Tis all the happiness they know,
'Tis all they seek; they take their shares,

And leave the rest among their heirs. 3 What singers value I resign;

Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:
I shall behold thy blissful face,

And stand complete in righteousness. 4 This life's a dream, an empty show;

But the bright world to which I go,
Hath joys fubftantial and fiacere;

When shall I wake and find thee there? 5 O glorious hour! O bleft abode !

I shall be near, and like my God!
And fleth and fin no more controul

The sacred pleasures of the foul.
6 My flesh shall number in the ground,

Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;

Then burst the chaios with sweet surprize,
And in my Saviour's image rise.


PSALM XVIII. First Part. Long Metre.

Ver. 1,-6, 15, -18. Deliverance from despair; or, Temptations over

come. HEE will I love, O Lord, my strength,

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
Stood round me with their dismal shade;
While floods of high temptations role,

And made my finking foul afraid. 3 I saw the op'ning gates of hell

With endlels pains and forrows there,
Which aone but they that feel can tell,

While I was hurried to despair. 4 In my distrets I call'd my God,

When I could scarce believe him mine;
He bow'd his ear to my complaint;

Then did his grace appear divine. 5 [With speed he flew to my relief,

As on a cherub's wing he rode;
Awful and bright as lightning, shone

The face of my deliv'rer Gud.
6 Temptations fled at his rebuke,

The blast of his almighty breath;
He fent salvation from on high,

And drew me from the depths of death.] 7 Great were my fears, my foes were great,

Much was their strength, and more their rage:

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