2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare,

Whate'er their lips profess;

God hath no wrath for them to fear,

Nor will they seek his grace.

e 3 What strange self-flatt'ry blinds their eyes! But there's a hast'ning hour

d

When they shall see with sore surprise,

The terrours of thy pow'r.

4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne,
Though mountains melt away;
Thy judgments are a world unknown,
A deep unfathom'd sea.

-5 Above these heav'n's created rounds,
Thy mercies, Lord, extend;
o Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds,
Where time and nature end.

-6 Safety to man thy goodness brings,
Nor overlooks the beast;

Beneath the shadow of thy wings
Thy children choose to rest.

e 7 From thee, when creature-streams run low,
And mortal comforts die,

o Perpetual springs of life shall flow,
And raise our pleasures high.

e 8 Though all created light decay,
And death close up our eyes;
o Thy presence makes eternal day,
Where clouds can never rise.]

S. M. Watchman. [*]

Ver. 1-7. Wickedness of Man, and Majesty of God.

1

W

THEN man grows bold in sin, My heart within me cries, d'He hath no faith of God within, 'Nor fear before his eyes.'

2 He walks a while conceal'd,
In a self-flatt'ring dream;

d Till his dark crimes, at once reveal'd,
Expose his hateful name.

3 His heart is false and foul, His words are smooth and fair; Wisdom is banish'd from his soul

And leaves no goodness there.

e

4 Hė plots upon his bed,
New mischiefs to fulfil:

He sets his heart, and hands, and head,
To practise all that's ill.

5 But there's a dreadful God,
Though men renounce his fear;
His justice, hid behind a cloud,
Shall one great day appear.

6 His truth transcends the sky, In heav'n his mercies dwell; e Deep as the sea his judgments lie, His anger burns to hell.

a

7 How excellent his love, Whence all our safety springs; e O never let my soul remove

From underneath his wings!]

PSALM 37. C. M. FIRST PART.

Walsal. [b] Ver. 1-15. Cure of Envy, Fretfulness, and Unbelief.

e 1

THY should I vex my soul, and fret,

WH

To see the wicked rise?

Or envy sinners, waxing great

By violence and lies?

e 2 As flowery grass, cut down at noon,
Before the ev'ning fades ;

So shall their glories vanish soon,
In everlasting shades.

-3 Then let me make the Lord my trust,

And practise all that's good;

o So shall I dwell among the just, And he'll provide me food.

-4 I to my God my ways commit,
And cheerful wait his will;

Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet,
Shall my desires fulfil.

5 Mine innocence shalt thou display,
And make thy judgments known,
Fair as the light of dawning day,
And glorious as the noon.

6 The meek at last the earth possess,
And are the heirs of heav'n;

True riches, with abundant peace,
To humble souls are giv'n.-

PAUSE.

[Rest in the Lord, and keep his way,
Nor let your anger rise,

Though Providence should long delay
To punish haughty vice.

8 Let sinners join to break your peace,
And plot, and rage, and foam;
The Lord derides them, for he sees
Their day of vengeance come.

9 They have drawn out the threat'ning sword, Have bent the murd'rous bow,

To slay the men who fear the Lord,

And bring the righteous low.

10 My God shall break their bows, and burn

Their persecuting darts;

Shall their own swords against them turn,
And pain surprise their hearts.]

C. M. SECOND PART.

Canterbury.

Abridge.

York. [*]

Ver. 16, 21-31. Religion in Words and Deeds. HY do the wealthy wicked boast,

1

WHY

And grow profanely bold?

The meanest portion of the just,

Excels the sinner's gold.

2 The wicked borrows of his friends,

But ne'er designs to pay;
The saint is merciful, and lends,
Nor turns the poor away.

3 His alms with liberal heart he gives,
Among the sons of need;

His mem'ry to long ages lives,
And blessed is his seed.

4 His lips abhor to talk profane,
To slander, or defraud;

His ready tongue declares to men
What he has learn'd of God.

5 The law and gospel of the Lord,
Deep in his heart abide ;

Led by the Spirit and the word,
His feet shall never slide.

6 When sinners fall, the righteous stand,
Preserv'd from every snare ;

They shall possess the promis'd land,
And dwell for ever there.

C. M. THIRD PART. Colchester. Arundel. [*]
Ver. 23-37. The Righteous and the Wicked.
Y God, the steps of pious men

1

M Are order'd by thy will;

Though they should fall, they rise again,
Thy hand supports them still.

2 The Lord delights to see their ways,
Their virtue he approves;

He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace,
Nor leave the men he loves.

3 The heavenly heritage is theirs,
Their portion and their home;

He feeds them now, and makes them heirs
Of blessings long to come.

o 4 [Wait on the Lord, ye sons of men,
Nor fear when tyrants frown;
Ye shall confess their pride was vain,
When justice casts them down.]

PAUSE.

5 The haughty sinner I have seen,
Not fearing man, nor God;
Like a tall bay-tree, fair and green,
Spreading his arms abroad.

-6 And, lo, he vanish'd from the ground,
Destroyed by hands unseen;

e Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf, was found, Where all that pride had been.

d 7 But mark the man of righteousness, His several steps attend;

o True pleasure runs through all his ways, And peaceful is his end.

PSALM 38. C. M.

P 1

A

Plymouth. [b]

Guilt of Conscience and Relief.
MIDST thy wrath remember love,
Restore thy servant, Lord;

Nor let a father's chast'ning prove
Like an avenger's sword.

2 Thine arrows stick within my heart,
My flesh is sorely prest,
Between the sorrow and the smart,
My spirit finds no rest.

e 3 My sins a heavy load appear,
And o'er my head are gone;

p The burden, Lord, I cannot bear,
Nor e'er the guilt atone.

4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea,
My head still bending down;
And I go mourning all the day,
Beneath my Father's frown.

5 [Lord, I am weak and broken sore,
None of my pow'rs are whole;
The inward anguish makes me roar,
The anguish of my soul.]

-6 All my desire to thee is known,
Thine eye counts every tear;
And every sigh, and every groan,
Is noticed by thine ear.

o 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 art to slide,
My foes rejoice to see't;

They raise their pleasure and their pride,
When they supplant my feet.

e 9 But I'll confess my guilt to thee,
And grieve for all my sin;

p I'll mourn how weak my graces be, And beg support divine.

e 10 My God forgive my follies past,
And be for ever nigh;

O Lord of my salvation haste
Before thy servant die.]

PSALM 39. C. M. FIRST PART. Barby. [*]

1

d

Verse 1, 2, 3. Prudence and Zeal.
HUS I resolv'd before the Lord,
"Now will I watch my tongue;

TE

"Lest I let slip one sinful word,

"Or do my neighbour wrong."