How much bestowed, how much reserved

For those who feek thy face!

2 Thy liberal hand with worldly good
Oft makes their cup run o'er ;
While in the covenant of thy love
They find a richer store.

3 But O! what treasures yet unknown
Wait them in worlds to come!
Such are th' enjoyments of the way,
And fuch their final home.

4 And how shall we our joy express,
Or how thy goodness own?
But 'tis our comfort, that to thee
Our inmoft hearts are known.

5 And may the love that warrns our hearts, In love's best form appear;

Endear to us what God approves,
And us to God endear,

LXII, PSALM XXXII. Long Met. MERRICK.
The Obedience that springs from Love.

CON

OME, from yourself instruction learn, And felf-advised from error turn; Let reafon's ufe proclaim thee man, Nor fink beneath thy Maker's plan. 2 Imitate not the fteed and mule, Whofe ftubborn mouth, averfe to rule, To bend them to thy will, must feel The powerful rein, and curbing fteel.

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Though God by fear may fin controul, Fear speaks no generous, virtuous foul. E

The

The God of love that heart approves Which love to God and goodness moves. 4 Ye faints, who make your God your choice,

Ye pure in mind, in him rejoice;
His likeness on the foul impreffed
With virtuous tranfport fills the breast.

LXIII. PSALM XXXII. Long Met. WATTS.

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The happy Fruits of true Repentance.

LEST is the man by mercy owned, Who meets a reconciled God, Whose fin repentance has atoned, Who treads anew the heavenly road. From guile his heart and lips are free; His holy joy, his chastened fear With true repentance well agree, And prove his new-born faith fincere.

LXIV.

PSALM XXXII. Short Met.

The joyful Welcome of Repentance.
BLEST indeed are they,

Whom peace at length has owned!

Divinely bleft, who mercy feek
While mercy may be found!

O God, how could my heart

So long be turned from thee!

So long refift the tender love,
That ne'er was turned from me!
Recovered now to God,

I grieve that e'er I ftrayed;

My

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My wafted talents, fquandered hours
Sorely my heart upbraid.

Cherish this flame, my foul,
With generous ardour burn;
And all thy love and zeal beftow,
God's mercy to return.

Wound not the virtuous peace
So happily poffeft;

This is thy God's propitious hour,
Secure it, and be bleft.

LXV. PSALM XXXIII. Com. Met. WATTS.

A Hymn of Joy to the Creator and Governor of the World.

I

REJOICE, ye righteous, in the Lord,

This work belongs to you:

Be all his ways by you adored, In all their glorious view. 2 His mercy and his righteoufness

Let heaven and earth proclaim; His works of nature and of grace Reveal his facred name.

3 His wifdom and almighty word
The heavenly arches spread;
And by the spirit of the Lord
Their fhining hofts were made.
4 He bade the raging waters flow
To their appointed deep;

Th' obedient feas their limits know,
And their own ftation keep.

5 Ye tenants of the fpacious earth
With awe before him ftand,

Who fpake; and nature iffued forth,
And refts on his command.

6 He fcorns the finner's idle rage,
And breaks his vain defigns;
His counsel ftands thro' every age,
And in full glory fhines.

LXVI. PSALM XXXIII. Prop. Met. WATTS.

OH

No Dependence but on GOD.

H happy nation, where the Lord
Reveals the treasure of his word,
And builds his church, his earthly throne!
No eye to thee the heathens raise;
Thou formed their hearts, thou knowest
their ways,

But thou their Maker art unknown.

2 Let kings rely upon their hoft,

His fkill or ftrength the champion boast;
In vain their swelling boaft and pride:
A worm may prove their deadliest foe,
These earthly deities lay low,

And all their flattering hopes deride.

3 Repofe on thy paternal care Exalts the foul, appeases fear,

When danger shakes her threatning hand.
Thy guardian eye pursues the just,
They truft in thee, nor vainly trust,
Though war or fickness wafte the land.

4 In fickness, in the bloody field,
Be thou my health, be thou my shield,
Thy providence around me throw.

But

But more, O God, protect my foul
From impious thoughts, from paffions foul,
From fin, my most deftructive foe.

LXVII. PSALM XXXIV. Com. Met. TATE.

Invitation to truft and love GOD.

HRO' all the changing fcenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,

The praises of my God fhall ftill.
My heart and tongue employ.

2 Of his deliverance I will boast,
That all who are diftreft,
From me may confolation take,
And charm their griefs to rest.
3 The hofts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the juft;
Protection he affords to all

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Who fix on him their trust.

Oh make but trial of his love;
Experience will decide

How bleft are they, and only they,

Who in his truth confide.

5 Fear him, ye faints, and you will then
Have nothing elfe to fear;
To him your best affections give,
Nor fhed one plaintive tear.

LXVIII. PSALM XXXIV. C. M. WATTS.

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Exhortation to Peace and Holiness.

I OME, children, learn to fear the Lord,
Join not the wicked throng;
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