2 Should envious foes against me rise, And earth and hell my death devise, The Lord my Rock is my defence, Nor earth nor hell shall drive me thence. 3 How long, ye sons of men, how long, Will you delight to do me wrong? And seek in vain to cast me down, From God my glory, God my crown? 4 The wicked like a bending wall, Shall in promiscuous ruin fall,

Like tottering fence, they shall not stand, When God lifts up his dreadful hand. 5 They bless the saints, but with a smile,, Their hearts disdain them all the while; And while the tongue its trust belies, Each some abhorr'd invention tries. 6 My soul by faith to Jesus clings, I drink my love from purest springs, In vain the sons of Satan mock, Jehovah is my living Rock.

PSALM 62. Part 2. L. M.

No trust in the creatures.

1 MY spirit looks to God alone,
My Rock and Refuge is his throne;
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on his salvation waits.
2 Ye saints, invoke the God of grace,
Come spread your wants before his face;
When helpers fail, and foes invade,
God is our all-sufficient aid.

3 Vain are the men of high renown,
The baser sort are light as down;
Laid in the balance both would seem
Too light to turn the trembling beam.

4 Make not increasing gold your trust,
Nor set your hearts on glittering dust;
Why will you chuse delusive, snares,
And not believe what God declares?
5 Once has he sworn to punish vice,
I heard his oath confirm it twice;
To God this dreadful power belongs,
To 'avenge his saints, and judge their wrongs.
6 He does offending sinners woo,

God is our Judge and Savior too,
And will his power, or mercy show,
As men perform his will below,

PSALM 63. Part 1. C. M.

Longing after God,

1 EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.

2 As pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,

Long for a cooling stream at hand
And they must drink or die.

3 So thirsts my soul, O God, for thee,
To find a Savior's blood,
To taste thy love divinely free,
And drink the living flood.

4 I long to feel thy word with power,
And know the grace divine;
My God, send down a plenteous shower,
To cheer this soul of mine.

5 No marrow so delights my mind,
Nor flesh nor fat of beast,

As when some heavenly word I find,
And on the promise feast.

• Not life itself is half so sweet, As thy forgiving love;

'Tis heaven on earth thy saints to meet, And join the songs above.

7 I think of Jesus on my bed,

And thus mine eyes I close;

His shadowy wings are o'er me spread
He watches my repose.
Thus till my last expiring day,

I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift mine hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.

PSALM 63. Part 2. C. M.
Midnight devotion..

1 AMID the darkest hours of night,
My God in mind I keep;

His love affords supreme delight,
And sweetens all my sleep.

2 The slumbering world around me lies,
But while my sun is fled,
Diviner light illumes my skies,
If Christ be near my bed.

3 Christ is the way, I follow hard
To keep the heavenly road;

And while my sins my steps retard*
I groan beneath their load.

4 Secure beneath his shadowy wings,
My soul on God is staid;

My joyful tongue at midnight sings
His all protecting aid.

5 The men, who seek mine overthrow,
His dreadful sword shall slay,
Send down to dwell in depths below,
Devour'd by beasts of prey.

* To retard, to hinder, to obstruct.

6 But while his wrath the wicked tears,
And stops his perjur'd voice,
The man, who by his glory swears,
Shall in his truth rejoice.

PSALM 63. L. M.

The love of God better than life:
1 FOR thee, my God, I long and thirst,
As in a desart waste and dry,
I seek the living fountain first,

And drink a deep and large supply.
2 With heart and eyes and lifted hands
For thy salvation, Lord, I look,
No pilgrims scorch'd on burning sands
So much desire the cooling brook.
3 With early feet I love to 'appear,

Among the saints to seek thy face; There have I found my Savior near, And felt the power of sovreign grace. 4 No marrow so delights my mind,

Nor flesh nor fat of pamper'd beast, As when some heavenly word I find, And on the promise sweetly feast. 5 But should the Lord my life remove, And not a glimpse of heaven afford, Life would a tedious burden prove, 'Till God his light to me restor❜d. 6 The sun to distant regions fled,

Can hardly make the darkness night, If Christ, my Lord, be near my bed, My soul enjoys an heavenly light. 7 I'll praise his name with cheerful voice, From God my sweetest comfort springs, And while ju Jesus I rejoice

I'm safe beneath his shadowy wings.

PSALM 63. S. M.

Seeking God.

MY Savior is my God,

What'er my fears suggest;
And in the way that Jesus trod,
I hope to find his rest.

2 As in a thirsty land

To God for drink I

go;

No pilgrims on the burning sand,
Can pant for water so.

3 I long to see his face,

As oft mine eyes have seen,
And in his house behold his grace,
Without a cloud between.

4 His house is richly stor'd ̧

With all that cheers the heart;

But what can earth, or heaven afford,
If God, my life, depart.

5 Let others please the taste,

And drink the choicest wine;
I'll to his richer banquet haste,
To taste his love divine.

6 We call the creatures sweet,

1

And yet how soon they cloy;
But while I sit at Jesus' feet,

I feel diviner joy.

7 My soul partakes the bliss,

Conferr'd on saints above,
No joy can be compar'd with this,
To sing redeeming love.

8 Tho yonder sun was fled,

And sunk in endless night,

Yet if my Lord stood near my bed,
Twould make the darkness light.