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For God to all his Saints
In their obedient Hearts. 3
He those in Virtue guides
Who his Direction seek;
The Humble and the Meek.
Both Truth and Mercy shine,
To his bleft Will incline.
To full Perfection rise;
On thee, O God, relies.
Waiting for Pardon and Direction,
Till the dark Evening rise
With ever-longing Eyes. .
And lead me in thy Truth;
The Lord is just and kind,
The Meek Mall learn his Ways, And ev'ry humble Sinner find
The Methods of his Grace. 4 For his own Goodness Sake He saves
Soul from Shame;
Thro' my Redeemer's Name.
The Meek and Humble divinely instructed.
Who fears t'offend his God,
The Man of conscious Integrity addressing bis God.
E thou my Judge: thy searching Eyes
On thee my stedfast Soul relies,
Nor fear of Lapse shall own.
Thy Truth directs my Way.
With ftudious Care I Thun :
My Steps abhorrent run.
Thy Altar compass round,
Whose Hymns thy Acts resound.
Thy Threshold have I trod !
Which wait the guilty Tribe,
Whose wicked Hands each Mischief dare,
And grasp the offer'd Bribe ::
while thus I tread
And round me plant a Guard. 8 Thou, Lord, my Steps hast fix'd arighty
And pleas'd shalt hear my Tongue With Ifrael's thankful Sons unito
To form the joyful Song.
PSALM XXVI. Second Version. TATE.
The Prayer and Resolution of a good Man.
Of Righteousness have trod ;
Repose on thee, my God. 2 Search thou my Heart, whose Innocence
Will shine the more 'tis tryd; For I have kept thy Grace in View,
And made thy Truth my Guide. 3 I never for Companions took
The Idle or Prophane :
Could e'er my Friendship gain.
Who make distracted Times : Avoid their wicked Company,
For I deteft their Crimes. 5 I'll wash my Hands in Innocence, And bring a Heart so
pure : That when thy Altar I approach,
My Welcome shall fecure.
How thy Renown excels :
To hurt whom thou hast own'd thy Care ?
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Strength of my Life! What Arm shall dare 78 PSA L M XXVI, XXVII. 7 Lord, I will walk in Paths of Truth,
And Innocence pursue : Protect me therefore, and to me
Thy Mercies, fill renew.
I still maintain my Ground:
And try my Reins, and try my Heart,
Nor from thy Law my Feet depart. 2 I hate to walk, I hate to fit
With Men of Vanity and Lies;
To Efteem shall never rise.
Thine holy Altar I'll approach ;
I'll not deserve nor fear Reproach. 4 I love thy Habitation, Lord,
The Temple where thine Honors dwell;
And there thy Works of Wonder tell. 5
Let not my Soul be join'd at laft
Safely in God.
What Danger shall my Soul affright?
2 One Wish, with holy Transport warm,
My Heart has form’d, and yet shall form ;
Fair Sion's Dome I may attend; 3 There joyful find a fure Abode,
And view the Beauty of my God;
Thy Face, my Heart replies, I seek : 5 Nor thou to my defiring Eye
Thy Presence, heav'nly Lord, deny:
Thee ftill my great Salvation find.
And, if with secret Art fome Foe
On Ifrael's God expectant wait ;,
Delight in God's Houfe, and confidence in bim.
And of his Will inquire.
In Times of deep Distress :
In that secure Recess.
Whene'er to thee I cry ;
W'I earnestly desire.