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PSALM LXXIII. Second Version. TATE.

Aflisted Saints safe and truly happy.


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T length by certain Proof 'tis plain,

That God will to his Saints be kind :
That all whose Hearts are pure and clean,

Shall his protecting Favor find.
2 Till this sustaining Truth I knew,

My stagg’ring Feet had almost fail'd;
I griev'd the Sinner's Wealth to view,

And envy'd when the Fools prevail'd. 3 They to the Grave in Peace descend,

And while they live are hale and strong,
No Plagues or Troubles them offend,

Which oft to other Men belong.
4 With Pride, as with a Chain, they're held,

And Rapine seems their Robe of State;
Their Eyes stand out, with Fatness swellia,

They grow, beyond their Wishes, great. 5

With Hearts corrupt and lofty Talk,
Opprefsive Methods they defend;
'Their Tongue thro' all the Earth does walk;

'Their Blasphemies to Heay'n ascend. 6 And yet admiring Crowds are found,

Who servilę Visits duly make,
Because with Plenty they abound,

Of which their flatt’ring Slaves partake. 7 Their fond Opinions these pursue,

"Till they with them profanely cry,
• How should the Lord our Actions view,
“ Can he perceive who dwells so high?

8 Behold the Wicked! these are they

Who openly their Sins profess;.

yet their Wealth increase each Day, And all their Actions meet Success,

Then have I cleans'd my Heart (said I)
And wash'd


Hands from Guilt in vain,
If all the Day oppreft I lie,
And ev'ry Morning suffer Pain.

Thus did I once to speak intend;
But if such Things I rashly say;
Thy Children, Lord, I must offend,
And basely should their Cause betray.

To fathom this, my Thoughts I bent,
But found the Case too hard for me,
'Till to the House of God I went,
Then I their End did plainly fee.
How high foe'er advanc'd, they all
On slipp’ry Places loosely stand ;
Thence into Ruin headlong fall,
Caft down by thy all-potent Hand.
3 How dreadful and how quick their Fate,
Despis’d by thee when they're destroy'd!.
As waking Men with Scorn do treat
The Fancies that their Dreams employ'd.
4 Thus was my Heart with Grief oppress’d,
My Reins were rack'd with restless Pains,
So ftupid was I like a Beast,
Who no reflecting Thought retains..
5 Yet still thy Presence me supply'd,
And thy Right-Hand Afiftance gave :
Thou first shalt.with thy Counsel guide;,
And then to Glory me receive.

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Whom, Lord, in Heav'n, but thee alone,
Have I, whose Favour I require ;
Throughout the spacious Earth there's none
That I besides thee can desire.

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17 My trembling Flesh and aking Heart,

May often fail to succour me ;
But God shall inward Strength impart,


eternal Portion be.
18 For they who far from thee remove,

Shall into fudden Ruin fall;
If after other Gods they rove,

Thy Justice shall destroy them all.
19 But as for me, 'tis good and just
That I should still to God repair ;
In him I always put my Trust,
And will his wond'rous Works declare.

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PSALM LXXIII. Third Version. First Part. WATTS

God our Portion here and hereafter.
NOD, my Supporter and my Hope,
My Help

for ever near,
Thine Arm of Mercy held me up

When finking in Despair.
2 Thy Counsels, Lord, Mall guide my Feet

Through this dark Wilderness;
Thine Hand conduct me near thy Seat,

Tó dwell before thy Face.
Were I in Heav'n without


"Twould be no Joy to me;
And while this Earth is my-Abode,

I long for none but thee.
4 What if the Springs of Life were broke,

And Flesh and Heart should faint,
God is


Soul's eternal Rock,
The Strength of ev'ry Saint.
5 To raise my Thoughts to thee, my God,

Shall be my sweet Employ;
My Tongue thall found thy Works abroad,
And tell the World my Joy.


. PSALM LXXIII. Third Verfion. Second Part.

133 God our only Happiness.
Y God, my Portion, and my Love,

· M'My everlating All

I've none but thee in Heav'n above,

Or on this earthly Ball.
2 What empty Things are all the Skies,

And this inferior Clod?
There's nothing here deferves my Joys,
There's nothing like my

3 In vain the bright, the burning Sun

Scatters his feeble Light:
'Tis thy sweet Beams create my Noon

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If thou withdraw, 'tis Night.
4 To thee we owe our Wealth and Friends,

And Health and safe Abode :
Thanks to thy Name for meaner Things,

But they are not my God.
5 How vain a Toy is glittring Wealth,

If once compar'd to thee?
Or what's my Safety, or my Health,

Or all my Friends, to me? 6 Were I Poffessor of the Earth,

And call'd the Stars my own;
Without thy Graces, and thyself,

I were a Wretch undone.
7 Let others stretch their Arms like Seas,

And grasp in all the Shore,
Grant me the Visits of thy Face,

And I desire no more:

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PSALM LXXII. Fourth Version. Firft Part. WA

The Mystery of Providence unfolded.
URE there's a righteous God,

Nor is Religion vain ;
Tho' Men of Vice may boast aloud,
And Men of Grace complain.

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I saw the Wicked rise,

And felt my Heart repine,
While haughty Fools with scornful Eyes

In Robes of Honor shine.

The Tumults of my Thought

Held me in hard Suspence,
Till to thy House my Feet were brought

To learn thy Justice thence.
4 Thy Word with Light and Pow'r

Mistakes amend ;
I view'd the Sinners Life before,

But here I learnt their End.
5 Lord, at thy Feet I bow,

My Thoughts no more repine:
I call my God my Portion now,

And all my Pow'rs are thine.



to Supreme Love to God,


Behold ,
Would I not turn each Idol out

That dares to rival thee?
2. Would not mine ardent Spirit vie

With Angels round the Throne,
To execute thy sacred Will,

And make thy Glory known?
3. Would not my


forth its Blood
In Honor of thy Name;
And challenge the cold Hand of Death

To damp the immortal Flame?
*4 Thou know'rt I love thee, gracious Lord, 12

But oh I long to foar
Far from the Sphere of mortal Joys,
And learn to love thee more.


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