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Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found

Where all that pride had been.
9 But mark the man of righteousoess,

His fev'ral steps attend;
True pleasure runs thro' all his ways,
And peaceful is his end.

Guilt of Conscience and relief : or, Repentance and

prayer for pardon and bealth. Midst thy wrath remember love,

Restore thy servant, Lord, Nor let a Father's chastning prove

Like an avenger's sword.
2 Thine arrows stick within my heart,

My flesh is forely prest;
Between the sorrow and the smart

My spirit fiods no rest.
3 My fins a heavy load appear,

And o'er my
Too heavy they for me to bear,

Too hard for me t’atone.
4 My thoughts are like a troubled fea,

My bead still bending down;
And I go mourning all the day,

Beneath my Father's frown.
5 Lord, I am weak and broken fore,

None of my pow'rs are whole;
The inward anguish makes me roapg

The anguish of my soul.
6 All my desire to thee is known,

Thine eye counts ev'ry tear,"
And ev'ry sigh, and ev'ry groad,

Is Dotic'd by thine ear,

head are gone;

7 Thou art my God, my only hope,

My God will hear my cry,
My God will bear my spirit up,

When Satan bids me die. 8 [My foot is ever apt to side,

My foes rejoice to see't;
They raile their pleasure and their pride,

When they fupplant my feet, 9 But I'll copless my guilt to thee,

And grieve for all my fio;
I'll mourn, how weak my graces be,

And beg support divine.
10 My God, forgive my follies past,

And be for ever digh;
O Lord of my falvation haste,

Before thy fervant die.]

PSALM XXXIX. 1, 2, 3. First part.

Watchfulness over the tongue: or, Prudence and


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HUS I resolv'd before the Lord,

Now will I watch my tongue, “ Left I let Nip one sinful word,

“ Or do my neighbour wrong.". 2 And if I'm e'er constrain'd to stay

With men of lives profane, I'll set a double guard that day,

Nor let my talk be vain.
3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak

The pious thoughts I feel,
Left fcoffers should th' occasion take

To mock my holy zeal.

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4 Yet if some proper hour appear,

l'll not be overaw'd, But let the scoffing finners hear,

That we can speak for God.

PSALM XXXIX, 4, 5, 6, 7. Second part,

The vanity of man as mortal,

Tethou Maker of my frame

EACH me the measure of my days,

Thou Maker of my ;
I would survey life's narrow space,

And learn how frail I am.
2 A span is all that we can boast,

An inch or two of time;
Man is but vanity and duft

la all his flow'r and prime.
3 See the vain race of mortals move

Like Madows o'er the plain,
They rage and strive, delire and love,

But all the noise is vain.
4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show,

Some dig for golden ore,
They toil for heirs they know not who,

Aod straight are feen no more.
5 What should I wish or wait for then

From creatures, earth and dust,
They make our expectations vain,

And disappoint our trust.
Now I forbid my carnal hope,

My fond desires recal!
I give my mortal int'rest up,

And make my God my all.

PSALM XXXIX. 9-13. Third part.

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G Behold the pains I feel

Sick-bed devotion : or, Pleading without repining

OD of my life, look gently down,
Behold the

But I am dumb before thy throne,

Nor dare dispute thy will.
2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord,

They come at thy command:
I'll not attempt a murm’ring word,

Against thy chastning hand.
3 Yet may I plead with humble cries,

Remove thy sharp rebukes :
My ftrength consumes, my fpirit dies,

Throthy repeated strokes.
4 Crush'd as a moth bepeath thy hand,

We moulder to the dust;
Our feeble pow'rs can ne'er withstand,

And all our beauty's loft.
3 [This mortal life decays apace,

How soon the bubble's broke!
Adam, and all his num'rous race

Are vanity and smoke.] 6 I'm but a sojourner below,


were; May I be well prepar’d to go,

When I the summons hear. 7 But it my life be spar'd a while Before


last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still,

And I'll declare thy love,

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PSALM XL. 1, 2, 3, 5, 17. If part. Com. Met.

A fong of deliverance from great distress. I

WAITED patient for the Lord,

He bow'd to hear my cry; He saw me resting on his word,

And brought falvation nigh. 2 He rais’d me from a horrid pit,

Where mourning long I lay,
And from my bonds releas'd my feet,

Deep bonds of miry clay.
3 Firm on a rock he made me stand,

And taught my chearful tongue To praise the wonders of his hand

In a new thankful fong. 4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad;

The faints with joy shall hear, And finners learn to make my God

Their only hope and fear.
5 How many are thy thoughts of love!

Thy mercies, Lord, how great!
We have not words; nor hours enougla

Their oumbers to repeat.
6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,

And light and peace depart, My God beholds my heavy woe,

And bears me on his heart.
PSALM XL. 6-9. Second part. Com. Metre.

The incarnation and facrifice of Christ.
HUS faith the Lord, “ Your work is vain,

“Give your burnt off'rings o'er,
" In dying goats and bullocks Main,

My foul delights no more."

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