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PSALM LXXIII. Second Version. TATE.
Aflisted Saints safe and truly happy.
T length by certain Proof 'tis plain,
That God will to his Saints be kind :
Shall his protecting Favor find.
My stagg’ring Feet had almost fail'd;
And envy'd when the Fools prevail'd. 3 They to the Grave in Peace descend,
And while they live are hale and strong,
Which oft to other Men belong.
And Rapine seems their Robe of State;
They grow, beyond their Wishes, great. 5
With Hearts corrupt and lofty Talk,
'Their Blasphemies to Heay'n ascend. 6 And yet admiring Crowds are found,
Who servilę Visits duly make,
Of which their flatt’ring Slaves partake. 7 Their fond Opinions these pursue,
"Till they with them profanely cry,
P A V SE.
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)
Hands from Guilt in vain,
Thus did I once to speak intend;
To fathom this, my Thoughts I bent,
Whom, Lord, in Heav'n, but thee alone,
17 My trembling Flesh and aking Heart,
May often fail to succour me ;
eternal Portion be.
Shall into fudden Ruin fall;
Thy Justice shall destroy them all.
PSALM LXXIII. Third Version. First Part. WATTS
God our Portion here and hereafter.
for ever near,
When finking in Despair.
Through this dark Wilderness;
Tó dwell before thy Face.
I long for none but thee.
And Flesh and Heart should faint,
Soul's eternal Rock,
Shall be my sweet Employ;
. PSALM LXXIII. Third Verfion. Second Part.
133 God our only Happiness.
· M'My everlating All
I've none but thee in Heav'n above,
Or on this earthly Ball.
And this inferior Clod?
Scatters his feeble Light:
If thou withdraw, 'tis Night.
And Health and safe Abode :
But they are not my God.
If once compar'd to thee?
Or all my Friends, to me? 6 Were I Poffessor of the Earth,
And call'd the Stars my own;
I were a Wretch undone.
And grasp in all the Shore,
And I desire no more:
PSALM LXXII. Fourth Version. Firft Part. WA
Nor is Religion vain ;
I saw the Wicked rise,
And felt my Heart repine,
In Robes of Honor shine.
The Tumults of my Thought
Held me in hard Suspence,
To learn thy Justice thence.
Mistakes amend ;
But here I learnt their End.
My Thoughts no more repine:
And all my Pow'rs are thine.
PSALM LXXIII. Fifth Version. DODORIDGE.
to Supreme Love to God,
That dares to rival thee?
With Angels round the Throne,
And make thy Glory known?
forth its Blood
To damp the immortal Flame?
But oh I long to foar