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Psalm I. Common Metre.
[*] The Happiness of the Righteous and the Misery of the Wicked
LEST is the man who shuns the place
Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the scoffer's feat. 2 But in the statutes of the Lord
Has plac'd his chief delight;
And meditates by night.
By living waters fet,
Enjoys a peaceful state.
• Shall his profession fhirie; Whilst fruits of holiness appear
Like clusters on the vine.
What vain designs they form !
Or, chaff before the storm.
Among the Tons of grace;
When Christ, the Judge, at his right hand
Appoints his faints a place. 7 His eye beholds the path they tread,
His heart approves it weli ; But crooked ways of finners lead
Down to the gates of hell..
Psalm 11. Common Metre.
The Exaltation of Cbrift.
ATTSD.concautha were od declares
His uncontroll'd decree; “ Thou art my Son, this day, my heir,
“ Have I begotten thee.
“ My King I thee ordain;
« Thou shalt forever reign.
« Thine fhall the heathen be ;
“Shall be pofTefs'd by thee.
“ And all thy foes command ;
* And moulds it with his hand.”
Ye judges of the earth;
Rejoice with awful mirth.
To him your homage pay;
And perith in your way.
If but in part his anger rise,
Who can endure the flame?
[X] The Deatb, Refurrection and Glory of Chrift.
AKER, and sovereign Lord
Of heaven, and earth, and seas, Thy providence confirms thy word,
And answers thy decrees. 2 The things so long foretold
By David, are fulfilla;
Jesus, thy holy child.
And Jews with one accord Unite their counsels to destroy
Th' anointed of the Lord ? 4 Rulers and kings agree
To form a vain design ;
Against his Christ combine. 5
The Lord derides their rage,
And will support his throne;
Hath own'd him for his Son, 6 He asks, and God bestows
A vast inheritance;
His kingdom shall advance, WATT
plalın Ill. Common Metrë.
Doubts and Fears fupprefjed,
fast foes increafe! Their number, how it multiplies !
How fatal to my peace ! 2 The lying tempter would persuade
There's no relief from heaven; And all my swelling fins appear
Too great to be forgiven.
On thee my hopes rely ;
And lift my head on high.
To God I made my prayer: He heard me from his holy hill;
Why should I now despair ?
My sweet repose to take;
Through him in safety wake. 6 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His arm alone can save ; Bleslings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave.
Tate and Watts, united and varied. Plalm IV. ver. 6, 7. C. M. [X or b]
True Happiness only in G d.
And wanders unconfin'd,
Which entertain the mind;
2 In vain we trace creation o'er,
In search of facred reft,
To make us fully blest.
Each flattering specious wile, For what can yield a real joy
But our Creator's smile?
Unworthy of the mind;
An equal bliss can find.
To thee our wishes tend !
And in thy favour end ?
Here would our fpirit reft ;
Psalm IV. ver. 8. Long Metre. [X] An Evening Song.
, Thus far his power prolongs
my days, And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.
And I perhaps am near my home ;
And gives me strength for days to come, 3 I lay my body down to sleep,
Peace is the pillow for my head ;