3 The eye of thy compaffion, Lord, Doth more fecure defence afford
When death or dangers threatning stand: Thy watchful eye preferves the juft, Who make thy name their fear and trust, When wars or famine wafte the land.
4 In ficknefs or the bloody field,
Thou our Physician, thou our Shield. Send us falvation from thy throne; We wait to fee thy goodnefs fhine; Let us rejoice in help divine,
For all our hope is God alone.
PSALM XXXIV. First Part. Long Metre. God's Care of the Saints: or, Deliverance by Prayer. ORD, I will blefs thee all my days,
Thy praife fhall dwell upon my tongue:
My foul fhall glory in thy grace, While faints rejoice to hear the fong. 2 Come, magnify the Lord with me, Come, let us all exalt his name; I fought th' eternal God, and he Has not expos'd my hope to shame. 3 I told him all my fecret grief, My fecret groaning reach'd his ears; He gave my inward pains relief, And calm'd the tumult of my fears. 4 To him the poor lift up their eyes, Their faces feel the heav'nly fhine; A beam of mercy from the skies Fills them with light and joy divine. His holy angels pitch their tents Around the men that ferve the Lorda
O fear and love him, all his faints, Taste of his grace, and truft his word. 6 The wild young lions pinch'd with pain And hunger roar, thro' all the wood; But none shall seek the Lord in vain, Nor want fupplies of real good.
PSALM XXXIV. 11,-22. Second Part. Long Metre.
Religious Education; or, Inftructions of Piety. I Hildren in years and knowlege young, Your parents hope, your parents joy, Attend the counfels of my tongue,
Let pious thoughts your minds employ. 2 If you defire a length of days,
And peace to crown your mortal state Restrain your feet from impious ways, Your lips from flander and deceit. 3 The eyes of God regard his faints, His ears are open to their cries; He fets his frowning face against The fons of violence and lies.
4 To humble fouls and broken hearts God with his grace is ever nigh; Pardon and hope his love imparts When men in deep contrition lye. He tells their tears, he counts their groans, His Son redeems their fouls from death; His Spirit heals their broken bones, They in his praise employ their breath,
PSALM XXXIV. 1,-10. 1ft part. Com. Metre. Prayer and Praife for eminent Deliverance.
'LL blefs the Lord from day to day; How good are all his ways!
Ye humble fouls that ufe to pray, Come, help my lips to praife.
2 Sing to the honour of his name, How a poor fufferer cry'd, Nor was his hope expos'd to fhame, Nor was his fuit deny'd.
3 When threatning forrows round me stood, And endless fears arofe, Like the loud billows of a flood, Redoubling,all my woes.
4 I told the Lord my fore distress With heavy groans and tears, He gave my fharpeft torments ease, And filenc'd all my fears.
5 [O finners, come and tafte his love, Come, learn his pleafant ways, And let your own experience prove The fweetness of his grace.
6 He bids his angels pitch their tents Round where his children dwell; What ills their heav'nly care prevents No earthly tongue can tell.]
7 [O love the Lord, ye faints of his; flis eye regards the juft!
How richly bleis'd their portion is,
Who make the Lord their trust!
8 Young lions pinch'd with hunger roar, And famith in the wood:
But God fupplies his holy poor With ev'ry needful good]
Exhortations to Peace and Holiness.
YOME, children, learn to fear the Lord, And that your days be long,
Let not a false or spiteful word Be found upon your tongue.
2 Depart from mischief, practise love, Purfue the works of peace;
So fhall the Lord your ways approve, And fet your fouls at ease.
3 His eyes awake to guard the just, His ears attend their cry; When broken fpirits dwell in duft, The God of grace is nigh.
4 What tho' the forrows here they tafte Are sharp and tedious too,
The Lord who faves them all at last, Is their fupporter now.
5 Evil fhall fmite the wicked dead; But God fecures his own, Prevents the mifchief when they flide, Or heals the broken bone.
6 When defolation like a flood O'er the proud finner rolls, Saints find a refuge in their God, For he redeem'd their fouls.
PSALM XXXV. 1,—9. First Part.
Prayer and faith of perfecuted faints; or, Im precations mixed with charity.
Now plead my caufe, Almighty God,
With all the fons of ftrife;
And fight against the men of blood; Who fight against my life.
2 Draw out thy fpear, and stop their way, Lift thine avenging rod; But to my foul in mercy fay,
"I am thy Saviour God.
3 They plant their fnares to catch my feet, And nets of mifchief spread: Plunge the destroyers in the pit
That their own hands have made. 4 Let fogs and darkness hide their way, And flipp'ry be their ground; Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey, And all their rage confound.
5 They fly like chaff before the wind, Before thine angry breath;
The angel of the Lord behind
Purfues them down to death.
6 They love the road that leads to hell; Then let the rebels die, Whofe malice is implacable Against the Lord on high.
7 But if thou haft a chofen few Amongst that impious race,
Divide them from the bloody crew By thy furprizing grace..
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