From feigned lips I would not send 2 Approv'd and honor'd in thy sight, 4 The works of men to sin entice, I keep my feet from paths of vice, 5 O thou who sav'st by thy right-hand, 342 Thy power can make the feeble stand, 6 The Lord has shown me wond'rous things, I'm safe beneath his shadowy wings When danger passes by. 7 Oppressing foes beset me round, 8 Arise, O God, thine help afford, From wicked men who wield thy sword, PSALM 17. S. M. The portion of saints aud sinners. 1 ARISE, my gracious God, And make the wicked flee; Or use them as thy chastening rod, 2 Behold the sinner dies, His haughty words are vain; 3 Then let him walk in pride, 4 The Lord will help afford, The proud ungodly band, As instruments shall wield his sword, 5 Death must destroy the vile, 6 I shall behold his face, When God the dead shall raise; PSALM 17. L. M. The sinner's portion and the saint's hope. 1 O GOD my Savior, God my friend, In mercy now my prayer attend, For notwithstanding all my slips, I would not pray with feigned lips. 2 Thy sentence is for ever right, I stand approv'd before thy sight, Thou know'st the purpose of mine heart, No more from God will I depart. 3 As lurks the lion where he lies, And on his victim swiftly flies, So wait my foes the fatal hour, Oppressors would my soul devour. 4 The Lord will timely help afford, And wicked men who wield his sword, Shall feel his justice, know his hand, And perish from this goodly land. 5 Their hope and portion lie below, 'Tis all the happiness they know, 'Tis all they seek; a part is theirs, The rest they leave among their heirs. 6 What sinners value I resign, It is enough if God be mine; Content am I, to know his grace, And in my Savior view his face. 7 Heaven is a world of shining bliss, A brighter, better world than this; O may that world of endless joy My time and better thoughts employ. 8 Thrice happy hour when death is nigh, My willing soul shall rise on high, And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul. 9 My flesh shall slumber in the ground Till the last trumpet's joyful sound, Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Savior's image rise. PSALM 18. Part 1. L. M. Temptations overcome. 1 GOD is my rock, my lofty tower, I love his name, I trust his power; Not death nor hell shall drive me hence, From God my high and sure defence. 2 But, ah! what mortal tongue can tell The raging storm that on me fell, E When sinful men, like floods, arose, He left the heaven of his abode, 5 Earth with a shivering chill was seiz’d, 11 For ever shall my song record The power and goodness of the Lord; PSALM 18. Part 2. L. M. Sincerity proved and rewarded. 1 LORD, thou hast seen my soul sincere, Hast made thy truth and love to 'appear, Before mine eyes I set thy laws, And thou hast own'd my righteous cause. 4 That sin to which I'm most inclin'd, COLLEGE LIBRARY 6 The kind and merciful shall know |