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. PAUSE. 5 Rejoice ye fhining worlds on high, PSALM XXV. 1-11. First part. I Waiting for pardon and direction. Lift my foul to God, My truft is in his name; Let not my foes that feek my blood 2 Sin, and the pow'rs of hell Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well, 3 From the first dawning light Till the dark evening rife, He faves my foul from shame; He pardons (tho' my guilt be great) PSALM XXV. 12, 14, 10, 13. Second part, I W Divine inftruction. HERE fhall the man be found That loves the gofpel's joyful found, 2 The Lord fhall make him know 3 The dealings of his hand With fuch as to his cov'nant ftand, 4 Their fouls fhall dwell at ease Their feed fhall taste the promises PSALM XXV. 15-22. Third part. Diftrefs of foul: or, Backfliding and desertion. I MINE eyes and my defire ΜΕ I love to plead his promises, 2 Turn, turn thee to my foul, 3 When shall the fov'reign grace 4 The tumult of my thoughts My fpirit languishes, my heart 5 With every morning light Look on my anguifh and my pain, PAUSE. 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 8 With humble faith I wait JUD PSALM XXVI. Self examination: or, Evidences of grace. 2 I hate to walk, I hate to fit The temple where thine honours dwell; 5 Let not my foul be join'd at last TH God is my strength; nor will I fear 2 One privilege my heart defires; Among the churches of thy faints, 3 There fhall I offer my requests, 4 When troubles rife, and ftorms appear, 5 Now fhall my head be lifted high And fongs of joy and victory PSALM XXVII. 8, 9, 13, 14. Second part. I SOON Prayer and hope. 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 My God would make my life his care; |