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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