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8 That God, ye Saints, whose Love ye seek,
The Arm of lawlefs 'Pow'r shall break,
9 Who know not THEE, great God, to dread,
(As Victims for the Slaughter fed)
Shall perish, and in Smoke aspire.
Thou, LORD, wilt lead, his Path approve,
PA RT III.
11 FROM Ill recede; to Good incline;
Seek TRUTH, and endless Life be thine :
And fave thee from the Hand of Wrong. 12 Wait on thy GOD; observe his Ways;
His Pow'r aloft thy Head fhal raise ;
The Terrors of his Vengeance know. 13 The prosp’ring Sinner once I view'd;
Strong as a healthful Tree he stood;
I look'd; but fought his Place in vain. 54 Behold the Juft, and mark his End;
See Peace his Eve of Life attend,
15 To God the Just his Safety owes,
Him owns his Strength amidit his Woes,
SPARE me, LORD, nor o'er my Head
The Fulness of thy Vengeance shed; Pierc'd by thy Shafts, great God, I ftand,
And feel the Pressure of thy Hand. 2 My Friends, and next Allies by Birth,
(Once kind Companions of my Mirth, When wing’d with Health the Moments flew,)
My Griefs with diftant Horror view. 3
But Theu, be? 2.ocate, art nigh;
And filence the reproachful Tongue.
What Woes my Eyes inceffant meet ;
But forrowing bows before thy Throne, 5 O let me, (rais’d by Thee,) no more
The Absence of thine Aid deplore;
TEACH me the Meafure of my Days,
Thou MAKER of
And learn how frail I am.
2 A Span is all that we can boast,
An Inch or two of Time ;
In all his Flow'r and Prime.
See the vain Race of Mortals move,
Like Shadows o'er the Plain;
But all their Noise is vain.
Some dig for golden Ore;
And strait are seen no more.
From Creatures, Earth, and Duft?
And disappoint our Trust.
My fond Desires recall;
And inake my God my All.
PS A L M
MEEKLY waited for the LORD,
He bow'd to hear my Cry:
And brought Salvation nigh.
Where mourning long I lay ;
Deep Bonds of miry Clay.
3 Firm on a Rock he made me stand,
And taught my cheerful Tongue To praise the Wonders of his Hand,
In a new thankful Song.
I'll spread his Works of Grace abroad ;
I he Saints with Joy shall hear, And Sinners learn to make
GOD Their only Hope and Fear. 5 How many are thy Thoughts of Love!
Thy Mercies, Lord, how great! We have not Words, nor Hours enough
Their Numbers to repeat. 6 When I'ın afflicted, poor and low,
And Light and Peace depart; My God beholds my heavy Woe,
And bears me op his Heart.
7 THUS faith the LORD, “Your Work is vain,
“Give your Burnt-Off'rings o'er ; “In dying Goats and Bullocks slain
My Soul delights no more.”
“ My God, to do thy Will;
“ Thy Servant fhall fulfil.
“ I keep it near my Heart:
“ To what thy Lips impart."
10 Thus He reveald his Father's Grace,
And thus his Truth He shew'd,
Where great Affemblies ftood.
He pity'd Sinner's Cries,
Was made à SACRIFICE.
12 No Blood of Beasts on Altars shed
Could wash the Conscience clean;
Atones for all our Sin.
PSA L M
XL. Metre ii.
HE Wonders, LORD, thy Love hath wrought,
Exceed our Praise, furmount our Thought; Should I attempt the long Detail,
My Speech would faint, my Numbers fail.
Can cleanfe the Souls of Men from Guilt;
3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears !
To thy Desires He bows his Ears ;
And well performs a Work so hard.
With Love and Duty in his Eyes)