And be his name for bleft,

Who gives me fweet advice by night.
4 I fet him still before mine eyes;
At my right hand he ftands prepar'd
To keep my foul from all furprise,
And be my everlasting guard.

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
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My foul for ever with the dead,
Nor lofe thy children in the grave.

3 My flefh fhall thy firft call obey,
Shake off the duft, and rife on high;
Then fhalt thou lead the wond'rous way
Up to thy throne above the sky.

4 There ftreams of endless pleasure flow;
And full difcov'ries of thy grace
(Which we but tafted here below)

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
Can ne'er deferve thy grace.

2 Yet if my God prolong my breath,
The faints may profit by't;
The faints the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.
3 Let Heathens to their idols hafte,
And worship wood or stone;
But my delightful lot is cast

Where the true God is known.

4 His hand provides my conftant food,
He fills my daily cup;

Much am i pleas'd with prefent good,
But more rejoice in hope.

5 God is my portion and my joy;
His counfels are my light;

He gives me fweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.

6 My foul would all her thoughts approve
To his all-feeing eye;

Not death nor hell my hope shall move
While fuch a friend is nigh.

PSALM XVI. Second Part. Common Metre.
The death and refurrection of Chrift.

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,
The holy David fung,

And Providence fulfils the word
Of his prophetic tongue.

5 Jefus, whom every faint adores,
Was crucify'd and flain;
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 fmiles.]

PSALM XVII. Ver. 13, &c. Short Metre,

Portion of faints and finners: or, Hope and despair

A

in death.

RISE, my gracious God
And make the wicked flee,
They are but thy chaftizing rod
To drive thy faints to thee.
2 Behold the finner 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 boaft of all his ftore;
The Lord is my inheritance,
My foul can wish no more.
I fhall behold the face
Of my forgiving God;

And ftand complete in righteousness,
Wafh'd in my Saviour's blood.
5 There's a new heav'n begun
When I awake from death.
Dreft in the likeness of thy Son,
And draw immortal breath.

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;
When men of fpite againft me join,
They are the fword, the hand is thine.

2 Their hope and portion lyes below,
'Tis all the happiness they know,
'Tis all they feek; they take their fhares,
And leave the reft among their heirs.
3 What finners value I refign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:
I fhall 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 fincere;
When fhall I wake and find thee there?

5 O glorious hour! O bleft abode !
I fhall be near, and like my God!
And flesh and fin no more controul
The facred pleasures of the foul.

6 My flefh fhall flumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful found;

Then burst the chains with fweet furprize,
And in my Saviour's image rife.

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
Stood round me with their difinal shade;
While floods of high temptations role,
And made my finking foul afraid.

3 I faw the op'ning gates of hell
With endle's pains and forrows there,
Which none but they that feel can tell,
While I was hurried to despair.

4 In my diftref's 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 fhone
The face of my deliv'rer God.

6 Temptations fled at his rebuke, {
The blaft of his almighty breath;
He fent falvation from on high,

7

And drew me from the depths of death.]

Great were my fears, my foes were great,
Much was their ftrength, and more their rage;