3 He that abhors and fears to fin,
Whose heart is pure, whofe hands are clean, Him fhall the Lord the Saviour blefs, And clothe his foul with righteousness. 4 Thefe are the men, the pious race That feek the God of Jacob's face: These shall enjoy the blissful fight, And dwell in everlasting light.
5 Rejoice ye fhining worlds on high,
Behold the King of glory nigh,
Who can this King of glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he,
6 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves difplay,
To make the Lord, the Saviour way:
Laden with spoils from earth and heil,
The Conqu❜ror comes with God to dwell.
7 Rais'd from the dead he goes before,
He opens heav'n's eternal door,
To give his faints a bleft abode
Near their Redeemer and their God.
PSALM XXV. 1-11. First part.
Waiting for pardon and direction.
Lift my foul to God,
My truft is in his name;
Let not my foes that feek my blood
Still triumph in my fhame.
2 Sin, and the pow'rs of hell
Pertuade me to despair:
Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well,
That I may 'fcape the fnare.
3 From the first dawning light
Till the dark evening rife,
For thy falvation, Lord, I wait
With ever longing eyes.
4 Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the fins of riper days,
And follies of my youth.
5 The Lord is just and kind,
The meek fhall learn his ways,
And every humble finner find
The methods of his grace.
6 For his own goodness fake
He faves my foul from shame;
He pardons (tho' my guilt be great)
Thro' my Redeemer's name.
PSALM XXV. 12, 14, 10, 13. Second part,
Divine inftruction.
HERE fhall the man be found
That fears t' offend his God,
That loves the gofpel's joyful found,
And trembles at the rod?
2 The Lord fhall make him know
The fecrets of his heart,
The wonders of his cov'nant how,
And all his love impart.
3 The dealings of his hand
Are truth and mercy still,
With fuch as to his cov'nant ftand,
And love to do his will.
4 Their fouls fhall dwell at ease
Before their Maker's face;
Their feed fhall taste the promises
In their extenfive grace..
PSALM XXV. 15-22. Third part.
Diftrefs of foul: or, Backfliding and desertion.
MINE eyes and my defire
to the Lord;
I love to plead his promises,
And reft upon his word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my foul,
Bring thy falvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
Out of the deadly fnare?
3 When shall the fov'reign grace
Of my forgiving God,
Reftore me from thofe dangerous ways
My wand'ring feet have trod!
4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My fpirit languishes, my heart
Is defolate and low.
5 With every morning light
My forrow new begins;
Look on my anguifh and my pain,
And pardon all my fins..
6 Behold the hofts of hell,
How cruel is their hate? Against my life they rife and join Their fury with deceit.
7 O keep my foul from death, Nor put my hope to shame.
For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
8 With humble faith I wait
To fee thy face again;
Of lfra'l it fhall ne'er be faid,
He fought the Lord in vain.
PSALM XXVI.
Self examination: or, Evidences of grace.
ÚDGE me, O Lord, and prove my ways,
And try my reins, and try my heart;
My faith upon thy promife stays,
Nor from thy law my feet depart.
2 I hate to walk, I hate to fit
With men of vanity and lies:
The fcoffer and the hypocrite
Are the abhorrence of mine eyes.
3 Amongst thy faints will I appear,
With hands well wafh'd in innocence;
But when I ftand before thy bar,
The blood of Christ is my defence.
4 I love thy habitation, Lord,
The temple where thine honours dwell;
There fhall I hear thy holy word,
And there thy works of wonders tell.
5 Let not my foul be join'd at last
With men of treachery and blood,
Since I my days on earth have past
Among the faints, and near my God.
PSALM XXVII. 1-6. First part..
The church is our delight and fafety.
HE Lord of glory is my light,
And my falvation too;
God is my strength; nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.
2 One privilege my heart defires;
O grant me an abode
Among the churches of thy faints,
The temples of my God!
3 There fhall I offer my requests,
And fee thy beauty ftill;
Shall hear thy meffages of love,
And there enquire thy will.
4 When troubles rife, and ftorms appear,
There may his children hide;
God has a furong pavilion, where
He makes my foul abide.
5 Now fhall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around,
And fongs of joy and victory
Within thy temple found.
PSALM XXVII. 8, 9, 13, 14. Second part.
OON as I heard my Father fay, "Ye children, feek my grace," My heart reply'd without delay, "I'll feek my Father's face."
2 Let not thy face be hid from me, Nor frown my foul away;
God of my life, I fly to thee
In a diftreffing day.
3 Should friends and kindred near and dear
Leave me to want or die,
My God would make my life his care;
And all my need fupply.
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