8 Then will I raise my tuneful voice
To make thy wonders known;
In their favation I'll rejoice,
And bless thee for my own.

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
That holy David fhows;

Hark how his founding bowels move
To his afflicted foes!

2 When they are fick, his foul complains,
And seems to feel the fmart;
The fpirit of the gospel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.

3 How did his flowing tears condole
As for a brother dead!
And fafting mortify'd his foul,
While for their life he pray'd.

4 They groan'd and curs'd him on their bed,
Yet ftill he pleads and mourns;
And double bleffings on his head
The righteous God returns.

50 glorious type of heav'nly grace!

Thus Chrift the Lord appears;
While finners curfe, the Saviour prays,
And pities them with tears.

6 He the true David, Ifrael's King,
Bleft and belov'd of God,

To fave us rebels dead in fin,
Paid his own deareft blood.

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,
Thy goodness in full glory fhines;
Thy truth fhall break thro' ev'ry cloud
That veils and darkens thy designs..
2 For ever firm thy juftice ftands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wife are the wonders of thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
3 Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beaft thy bounty fhare;
The whole creation is thy charge;
But faints are thy peculiar care.

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
We fhall be fed with fweet repast;
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings falvation to our tafte.

6 Life, like a fountain rich and free,
Springs from the prefence of my Lord;
And in thy light our fouls fhall fee
The glories promis'd in thy word.

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,
And yet a God they own,

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?
But there's a haft'ning hour
When they shall fee with fore furprize
The terrors of thy pow'r.

4 Thy juftice fhall maintain its throne,
Tho' mountains melt away;

Thy judgments are a world unknown,
A deep unfathom'd fea.

5 Above these heav'ns created rounds,
Thy mercies, Lord, extend;

Thy truth out-lives the narrow bounds
Where time and nature end.

6 Safety to man thy goodness brings,
Nor overlooks the beast;

Beneath the fhadow of thy wings
Thy children chufe to reft.

7 [From thee when creature-ftreams run low,
And mortal comforts die,
Perpetual fprings of life shall flow,
And raife our pleasures high.

8 Tho' all created light decay,
And death close up our eyes,
Thy prefence makes eternal day
Where clouds can never rife.]

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
To practise all that's ill.

5 But there's a dreadful God,
Though men renounce his fear;
His juftice hid behind the cloud
Shall one great day appear.

6 His truth transcends the sky,
In heav'n his mercies dwell;
Deep as the fea his judgments lye,
His anger burns to hell.

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,
By violence and lies?

2 As flow'ry grafs cut down at noon,
Before the evening fades,

So fhall their glories vanish foon,
In everlasting shades.

3 Then let me make the Lord my trust,
And practise all that's good;
So fhall I dwell among the juft,
And he'll provide me food.

4 I to my God my ways commit,
And chearful wait his will;

Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet,
Shall my defires fulfil.

5 Mine innocence halt thou difplay,
And make thy judgments known,
Fair as the light of dawning day,
And glorious as the noon.

6 The meek at laft the earth poffefs,
And are the heirs of heav'n;
True riches, with abundant peace,
To humble fouls are giv'n,

PAUSE.

7 Reft in the Lord, and keep his way,
Nor let your anger rife,

Tho' providence fhould long delay,
To punish haughty vice.