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$ And to each who thee obeys
Make the poor Man's Bread his own ;
'Gainft the Guiltless to decide.
Treads the Path by thee ordain'd,
PSALM. XV. Second Verfion. Tate...'
ORD, who's the happy Man that may
To thy blest Courts repair ?
Shall find Acceptance there?
By Rules of Virtue moves;
The Thing his Heart disproves.
His Neighbour's Fame to wound,
By Malice whisper'd round.
Can treat with just Neglect ;-
Hath ever firmly stood ;
Still makes his Promise good.
His Wealth to multiply ;
7 The Man who, by his steady Course,
Hath Happiness insur'd,
By Providence secur’d.
PSA L M XV. Third Version. Watts..
Great God, and dwell before thy Face ?
And humbly walks with God below.
Whose Lips still speak the Thing they mean ::
He hates to do his Neighbour Wrong. 3
Scarce will he truit an ill Report,
But Saints are honor'd in his Eyes. 4 Firm to his Word he ever stood,
And always makes his Promise good;
Whatever Pain or Loss he bears. 5 He never deals in bribing Gold,
And mourns that Justice should be sold:
Sweet Charity attends his Door.
That he would hope or wish from them :
PSALM XV. Fourth Verfion. Watts..
O God of Holiness?
So near his Throne of Grace ? 3 The Man who walks in pious Ways, And works with righteous Hands;
Who trusts his Maker's Promises,
And follows his Commands. 3 He speaks the Meaning of his Heart,
Nor slanders with his Tongue ; Will scarce believe an ill Report,
Nor do his Neighbour Wrong. 4 The wealthy Sinner he contemns,
Loves all who fear the Lord;
Still he performs his Word.
And never gripe the Poor.
And find his Heav'n secure.
PSALM XV. Fifth Version. HO are the Men, the World among,
To whom immortal Joys belong ?
And who the chosen Race ?
And view his smiling Face.
Where Virtue shoots her Ray;
And own his sacred Sway :
For 'tis his constant Care,
In Strokes divinely fair.
He can their Pomp despise ;
Is honor'd in his Eyes.
If once his Lips the Word have spoke,
And obftinately good,
And his Resolves withstood.. 6 By Fraud he never will augment The Plenties Providence has lent:
He pleads the guiltless Caufe, Though all the Lux’ry of the East Were brought to bribe him into Rest,
And hush th' impartial Laws.
And dwell for ever there :
And never yield to Fear.
PSALM XVI. First Version. Firft Part. Merrick.. Confidence in God, and a proper Sense of our own Insignificance.
ATHER of All! my Soul defend ;
On thee my stedfast Hopes depend ; “ Thou, mightiest Lord, and none beside,
“ Thou art my God,” my Heart has cry'd.. 2 In vain, with grateful Zeal, I burn
Thy boundless Goodness to return;
Augment the Treasures of my God.. 3. Yet shall my Love on all descend,
Whose Souls to thy Decrees attend,
Whose Saint-like Virtue marks him thine.. 4 Thee, Lord, my Patrimony, Thee
T'he Portion of my Cup I fee :
Thee to my Soul my Thoughts present. 5 Thee let me bless, the faithful Guide,
Whose Counsels o'er my Life preside, ,
Whose sure Defence my Gate has barr'd,
And planted on my Right a Guard. 6 Each Blessing by thy Care secur’d,
Life's choicest Gifts around me pour'd;
Hope in Death of a happy Refurreétion.
My Flesh to Death's dark Shades descend;
Shall smooth the Pillow of my Reft.
Thou from the Grave my Soul shalt claim ;
The op’ning Paths of Life display :
For Plenitude of Blifs is there,
At thy Right-Hand for ever flow.
Support and Counsel from God without Merit.
In thee my Trust I place,
Can ne'er deserve thy Grace.
The Saints may profit by't;
The Men of my Delight.
and worship Wood or Stone ; B:s my delightful Lot is caft
W sere the true God is known.
He Alls my daily Cup;
But more rejoice in Hope.