PSAL M S.

Plalm I. Common Metre.

[*]

The Happiness of the Righteous and the Mifery of the Wicked LEST is the man who fhuns the place

B Where finners love to meet;

Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the fcoffer's feat.

2 But in the ftatutes of the Lord
Has plac'd his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the word,
And meditates by night.

He like a tree of generous kind,
By living waters fet,

Safe from the ftorm and blafting wind
Enjoys a peaceful state,

4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair
Shall his profeffion fhine;
Whilft fruits of holiness appear
Like clusters on the vine.

Not fo the impious and unjust!

What vain designs they form! Their hopes are blown away like duft, Or chaff before the ftorm.

6 Sinners in judgment fhall not ftand Among the fons of grace;

Palm III. Common Metre. [b]

Doubts and Fears Juppressed.

Y God, how many are my fears!

MHow faft my foes increase!

Their number, how it multiplies!
How fatal to my peace!

2 The lying tempter would perfuade
There's no relief from heaven;
And all my fwelling fins appear
Too great to be forgiven.

3 But thou, O Lord, art my defence,
On thee my hopes rely;
My finking spirit thou wilt raife,
And lift my head on high.

4 In former times of deep diftress
To God I made my prayer:
He heard me from his holy hill;
Why should I now despair?
5 Guarded by him, I lay me down
My sweet repose to take;
For I through him fecurely fleep,
Through him in fafety wake.
Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His arm alone can fave;
Bleflings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

TATE and WATTS, united and varied.

Pfalm IV. ver. 6, 7. C. M. [* or b]

W

True Happiness only in God.

HEN fancy spreads her boldeft wings,
And wanders unconfin'd,

Amidst the varied fcene of things
Which entertain the mind;

2 In vain we trace creation o'er,
In fearch of facred reft,

The whole creation is too poor
To make us fully bleft.

3 In vain would this low world employ
Each flattering fpecious wile,
For what can yield a real joy

But our Creator's fmile?

4 Let earth with all her charms depart,
Unworthy of the mind;

In God alone our reftlefs heart
An equal blifs can find.

5 Great Source of all felicity,
To thee our wishes tend!

Do not thefe wifhes rife from thee,
And in thy favour end?

6 Thy favour, Lord, is all we want,
Here would our fpirit reft;

O feal the rich, the boundless grant,
And make us fully bleft.

Mrs. STEELE,

Plalm IV. ver. 8. Long Metre. [*]

T

An Evening Song.

HUS far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far his power prolongs my days,
And every evening fhall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to wafte,
And I perhaps am near my home;
But he forgives my follies paft,
And gives me ftrength for days to come.
3 I lay my body down to fleep,
Peace is the pillow for my head;

His ever watchful eye fhall keep
Its conftant guard around my bed.
4 Faith in his name forbids my fear:
O may thy prefence ne'er depart;
And in the morning let me hear
The love and kindness of thy heart.

5 Thus when the night of death fhall come,
My flesh fhall reft beneath the ground;
And wait thy voice to break the tomb,
With glad falvation in the sound.

Plalm V.

WATTS

Common Metre.

For the Lord's Day Morning.

LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice afcending high;

To thee will I addrefs my prayer,
To thee direct mine eye.

2 Thou art a God before whofe fight
The wicked fhall not ftand;
Sinners fhall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

3 But to thy houfe will I refort,
To taste thy mercies there;

4

I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.
may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of truth and grace;
Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

5 The men who love and fear thy name,
Shall fee their hopes fulfill'd; 4

The mighty God will compass them
With favour, as a fhield.

WATTS.

Prayer in Sickness.

N anger, Lord, rebuke me not,
But fpare a wretch forlorn;
Correct me not in thy fierce wrath,
Too heavy to be borne.

2 Sorrow and pain confume the day,
I wafte the night with cries,
Counting the minutes as they pafs,
Till the flow morning rife.

3 My tortur'd flesh diftracts my mind,
And fills my foul with grief;
How long, O Lord, wilt thou delay
To grant me thy relief?

4 The gloomy fhades of death cannot
Thy glorious acts proclaim;
No pris'ner of the filent grave
Can magnify thy name.

5 He hears when duft and ashes pray,
He pities all my groans;

He faves me for his mercy's fake,
And heals my broken bones.
6 The virtue of his fovereign word
Reftores my fainting breath:

To him will I devote that life
Which he has fav'd from death.

TATE and WATTS united and varied.

Palm VII. Common Metre. [or þ]

M

Confidence in God.

Y truft is in my heavenly friend,
My hope in thee, my God;

Rife, and my helplefs life defend

From thofe who feek

B

my blood.