PSALMS.

PSALM I. Common Metre. *

The Happiness of the Righteous and the Mifery of the

Wicked.

LEST is the man who fhuns the place
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.

3 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 shine;
Whilft fruits of holiness appear
Like clusters on the vine.

5 Not fo the impious and unjust!
What vain defigns they form!
Their hopes are blown away like duft,
Or chaff before the storm.

6 Sinners in judgment fhall not stand
Among the fons of grace.

When Chrift the judge at his right hand
Appoints his faints a place.

7 His eye beholds the path they tread,
His heart approves it well;
But crooked ways of finners lead
Down to the gates of hell.

A

PSALM II. Common Metre.

The Exaltation of Chrift.

WATTS.

*

TTEND, O earth, when God declares
His uncontroll'd decree;

"Thou art my Son, this day, my heir,
"Have I begotten thee.

2 "Upon my holy Zion's hill
"My King I thee ordain;

3

"And though thy foes difpute my will,
"Thou shalt forever reign.

"Afk and receive thy full demands,
"Thine fhall the heathen be ;
"The utmoft limits of the lands

"Shall be poffefs'd by thee.

"Thy righteous fceptre thou fhalt fway,
"And all thy foes command;
"Just as the potter breaks the clay,
"And moulds it with his hand."

5 Be wife ye princes, then, give ear,
Ye judges of the earth;

Worfhip the Lord with holy fear,
Rejoice with awful mirth.

Approach the Son with due refpect,

To him your homage pay;

Left ye perfift in your neglect,
And perish in your way.

7 If but in part his anger rife,

Who can endure the flame ?

Then bleft are they whofe hope relies
On his most holy name.

TATE, varied.

PSALM II. Short Metre. *

The Death, Resurrection and Glory of Christ.

M

1

AKER, and fovereign Lord

Of heaven, and earth, and feas, Thy providence confirms thy word, And anfwers thy decrees.

2 The things fo long foretold
By David, are fulfill'd;

When Jews and Gentiles join'd to flay
Jefus, thy holy child.

3 Why did the Gentiles rage,
And Jews with one accord
Unite their counfels to deftroy
Th' anointed of the Lord?

4 Rulers and kings agree
To form a vain defign;
Against the Lord they join their powers,
Against his Christ combine.

5 The Lord derides their rage,

And will fupport his throne;
He who hath rais'd him from the dead,
Hath own'd him for his Son.

6 He asks, and God bestows
A vast inheritance;

Far as the earth's remoteft ends
His kingdom shall advance.

WATTS.

4

5

my

fear:

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

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

PSALM V. Common Metre.
For the Lord's Day Morning.

WATTS.

*

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;

3

4

Sinners fhall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.
But to thy house will I refort,
To tafte thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

thy Spirit guide my feet
of truth and grace;

In ways

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;

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

WATTS

PSALM VI.

INFO

Common Metre.

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 waste the night with crics,
Counting the minutes as they pass,
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 prifoner 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.

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TATE and WATTS, united and varied.

PSALM VII. Common Metre.

M

Confidence in God.

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Y truft is in my heavenly friend,
My hope in thee, my God
Rife, and my helpless life defend
From those who seek my blood.
B

* or b