8 Then will I raise my tuneful voice PSALM XXXV. Ver. 12, 13, 14. Second Part Love to Enemies: or, The Love of Chrift to finners typify'd in David. B Ehold the love, the generous love Hark how his founding bowels move 2 When they are fick, his foul complains, 3 How did his flowing tears condole 4 They groan'd and curs'd him on their bed, 50 glorious type of heav'nly grace! Thus Chrift the Lord appears; 6 He the true David, Ifrael's King, To fave us rebels dead in fin, PSALM XXXVI. 5,--9.Long Metre. The perfections and providence of God; or, Geneneral providence and special grace. IGH in the heav'ns, eternal God, 4 My God! how excellent thy grace; Whence all our hope and comfort fprings: The fons of Adam in diftrefs 5 Fly to the shadow of thy wings. From the provifions of thy house 6 Life, like a fountain rich and free, PSALM XXXVI. 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9. Common Metre, Practical atheifm expofed; or, The being and attri butes of God afferted. I WHILE HILE men grow bold in wicked ways, My heart within me often says, "Their thoughts believe there's none." 2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare (Whate'er their lips profefs) God hath no wrath for them to fear, Nor will they feek his grace. 3 What strange self-flatt'ry blinds their eyes? 4 Thy juftice fhall maintain its throne, Thy judgments are a world unknown, 5 Above these heav'ns created rounds, Thy truth out-lives the narrow bounds 6 Safety to man thy goodness brings, Beneath the fhadow of thy wings 7 [From thee when creature-ftreams run low, 8 Tho' all created light decay, PSALM XXXVI. 1-7. Short Metre. The wickedness of man, and the majesty of God: or, Practical Atheifm expofed. I WHEN THEN man grows bold in fia, My heart within me cries, "He hath no faith of God within, "Nor fear before his eyes." 2 [He walks a while conceal'd, In a felf-flatt'ring dream, Till his dark crimes at once reveal'd, Expofe his hateful name. 3. His heart is falfe and foul, His words are fmooth and fair: Wisdom is banifh'd from his foul, And leaves no goodness there.. 4 He plots upon his bed New mifchiefs to fulfil: He fets his heart, and hand, and head 5 But there's a dreadful God, 6 His truth transcends the sky, 7 How excellent his love, Whence all our safety springs! my foul remove O never let From underneath his wings! PSALM XXXVII. 1-15. First part. The Cure of envy, fretfulness, and unbelief: or, The rewards of the righteous and the wicked: or, The world's hatred, and the faint's patience. I 7HY fhould I vex my foul, and fret To fee the wicked rife? Or envy finners waxing great, 2 As flow'ry grafs cut down at noon, So fhall their glories vanish foon, 3 Then let me make the Lord my trust, 4 I to my God my ways commit, Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet, 5 Mine innocence halt thou difplay, 6 The meek at laft the earth poffefs, PAUSE. 7 Reft in the Lord, and keep his way, Tho' providence fhould long delay, |