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IV. PSALM I. Long Met.

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The fame.

APPY the man, who never treads The finner's wide and beaten road; Follows not where the fcoffer leads, Nor thinks it wit to brave his God.

The power that made him he reveres ; The grace that bleffes him he loves; And thus fecured, he nobly bears His part in all that God approves.

As the rich grain in cultured fields. Spreads a wide bleffing thro' the land; So virtue's richer fruits he yields,

And God accepts them at his hand.

But from the wafte no bleffings fpring; The fire confumes whate'er it grows. And fo fhall heaven's offended King Give to deftruction all his foes.

V. PSALM II. Com. Met. TATE.

CHRIST'S univerfal Kingdom, and Triumph over all

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Oppofition.

HY do the heathen nations rage? What means their rude alarm? With heaven in impious war engage! And raise the rebel arm.

2 The great in council and in might
Their various forces bring,"

Against the Lord they all unite,
And his anointed King.

3 And fhall we bow to their commands?
Their joyless law obey?

No! let us break their flavish bands,
And fpurn their rule away.

4 But God, who fits enthron'd on high,
Amidst the powers divine,
Does their confpiring hofts defy,
And mock their vain defign.

5 Though madly you difpute my will,
The King, whom I ordain,
Whose throne is fixed on Sion's hill,
Shall thence diffuse his reign.

6 Guided by my unerring views,
The earth fhall him obey;
Nor Jew nor Gentile fhall refuse
The bleffings of his fway.

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PSALM II. Short Met. WATTS.

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The fame.

AKER and fovereign Lord Of heaven, and earth, and feas, Thy providence confirms thy word, And answers thy decrees.

Rulers and kings agree

To form a vain defign;

Against the Lord their powers unite,

Against his Christ they join.

The Lord derides their rage, And will fupport his throne; He hailed him his beloved Son, And God his Son will own.

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He asks, and God bestows

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A rich inheritance;

Far as the rational world extends
His kingdom fhall advance.

While on each rebel mind
Heavily falls his rod :

The Son will vindicate the cause
Which he receiv'd from God.

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PSALM III. Long Met. MERRICK.

A Morning Pfalm.

AIL to the morn, and morning's Lord!
Whofe recent mercy I record.
My prayer afcended to his throne,
My prayer return'd with bleffing down.
2 Oppreft with toil, I fought repose,
I laid me down, I flept, I rofe;
For thou, my God, wert waking still,
To guard my life from every ill.
3 Though terrors threaten all around,
No terror e'er my peace fhall wound;
While thou art pleased thy aid to yield,
And o'er me ftretch thy guardian shield.
4 And thine it is alike to fave

Thy fervants from th' expecting grave;
To blefs them in the world above,
And crown them with eternal love.

PSALM

VIII. PSALM III. Com. Met. WATTS.

Penitence acceptable to Mercy.

Y God, how awful are my fears!

Μ' How my worst foes increase!

Arrayed against my future hope
They break my present peace.
2 And is my best repentance vain?
And vain my new-born will?
And shall no mercy, bleffed God,
Defcend my fears to ftill?

3 It did defcend, the grace that loves
To fave and not destroy,

That welcomes the relenting heart,
And spreads thro' heaven a joy.

4. Then let the hosts of death and hell
Arrayed aginft me be;

Nor death nor hell fhall shake my foul,
If mercy smile on me.

5 But, O my God, thy aid impart
My purpose to fulfil;

To raise my thoughts, to heal my heart,
And fix my better will..

6 Nor let me e'er by crime renew
The fears that crime await;
Left mercy turn away her eye,
And leave me to my fate.

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PSALM IV. Long Met. WATTS.
Evening Pfalm.

HUS far my God has led me on,
Thus far prolonged and bleft my days;
And every evening fhall make known.
My thankful memory of his grace.

Much of my time has run to waste,
And I am nearer to my home;
But God remits the follies paft,
And gives me hope of days to come.

I'll lay my body down to fleep;
Peace is the pillow for my head,
While fympathizing angels keep
Their guardian ftations round my bed.
Faith in my God drives fear away;
Oh! may thy prefence ne'er depart!
And ftill may each returning day
To thee and duty wake my heart.

And when the hour of death fhall come, Still may I truft Almighty love;

The love, that triumphs o'er the tomb,
And leads to better blifs above.

PSALM IV. Com. Met. Mrs. STEELE.

In GOD and his Favour is the only Happiness.

HEN fancy fpreads the boldeft wings,
And wanders unconfined,

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Amid th' unbounded fcene of things,
Which entertain the mind: