The cheerful praife, the holy vows,
And make a fair report.

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How decent and how wife!

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How glorious to behold!

Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,

And rites adorned with gold.

The God we worship now

Will guide us 'till we die;

Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.

LXXXIX. PSALM XLIX. L. M. MERRICK. The Pride of Man, and the foolish Reverence of triumphant Vice chaftifed.

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ET not the fight thy heart dismay,

If man's proud offspring thou furvey With growing wealth encircled round, His house with blushing honours crowned.

Nor think his treasures, at his end, Shall with him to the grave defcend, Or the vain pomp that ftrikes thy view, Thro' death's dark fhade its Lord purfue.

While laughing pleasure crowns his days, With idiot reverence crowds may gaze; And thou, untaught in wifdom's fchool, May envy this high pampered fool.

But change and forrow round him lour,
Satiety and age devour

His high fed fenfe, and he shall know
That happiness is not below.

And he at laft the way fhall tread,
Which one by one his fires have led;
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And, fhuddering at the awful gloom,
Shall fink into the filent tomb.

6 Teach me, O God, the modest use
Of this life's good, but ne'er t' amuse
My foul with dreams of idle joy,
Which all its nobler powers deftroy.

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Born in thy likeness, I aspire
To clothe myself in thy attire;
Then e'en in death I fhall be brave,
And mock the terrors of the grave.

xc. PSALM XLIX. Com. Met. WATTS.

Pride humbled by the Confideration of Death.

THY doth the man of riches grow
To infolence and pride,

WHY

Viewing his wealth and honours flow
With every rifing tide.

2. Why doth he treat the poor with fcorn,
Formed of an equal clay;

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And boast as though himself were born
Of better duft than. they.

He fees the brutish and the wise,

The timerous and the brave

Quit their poffeffions, close their eyes,

And fink into the grave.

Nor all his treasures can procure
His foul one short reprieve,

Redeem from dread one guilty hour,
Or bid one comfort live.

5 Life is a bleffing can't be fold,
The ransom is too high;

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That wisdom is not bribed with gold,
Which deftined man to die.

XCI. PSALM L. Long Met. MERRICK.
Obedience the best Sacrifice.

E nations of the earth draw near,

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Your righteous judge with reverence
hear!

"This is my will, my high record,
"Receive the fentence of your Lord."

Still may thy goat his hills retain,
Still may thy fteer unhurt remain
Amidst his mates, thy Lord demands
No goat nor bullock at thy hands.

Mine are the beafts that range the wood, Mine are the tame and favage brood, Mine are the tribes of air and fea, Subjected by my will to thee.

Admit I hunger, fhall thy God Submit to ask of thee his food? Lord of the world, to thee descend? On thy capricious boon depend?

Go! other leffons learn of me, And other gifts thy tribute be. Present a pure and virtuous mind, And God propitious thou fhalt find.

XCII. PSALM L. Com. Met. WATTS.

Sincerity and Hypocrify.

GOD is a fpirit, juft and wife,
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He fees our inmoft mind;

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In vain to heaven we raise our cries,
And leave our fouls behind.

Nothing but truth before his throne
With honour can appear;

The painted hypocrites are known
Thro' the disguise they wear.

3 The lifted eye falutes the fkies,
The bended knee the ground;
But God abhors the facrifice,
Where not the heart is found.
Pure be my thoughts, holy my ways,
And all my foul fincere ;

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Then may I ftand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.

XCIII. PSALM L. Com. Met. WATTS.
The last Judgment.

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HE Lord, the judge before his throne.
Bids the whole earth draw nigh,

The nations from the rifing fun,

And from the western sky.

2 No more shall bold blafphemers fay

Judgment will ne'er begin;'

No more abuse his long delay
To impudence and fin.

3 Throned on a cloud the Judge fhall come;
Bright flames prepare his way,
Thunder and darkness, fire and storm
Lead on the dreadful day.

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Heaven from above his call fhall hear,
Attending angels come,

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And earth and hell fhall know, and fear
His juftice, and their doom.

5 But come, ye friends of righteousness,
Friends of your God and Lord,
Approach with triumph to poffefs
The kingdom love prepared.

6 Your faith and works brought forth to light
Shall make the world confefs,
The sentence of reward is right,
And heaven extol the grace.

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XCIV. PSALM L. Long Met. UNKNOWN. The Form of Godliness without real Piety and Virtue.

H' uplifted eye and bended knee

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Are but vain homage, Lord, to thee;
In vain our lips thy praise prolong,
The heart a stranger to the fong.

Can rites and forms and flaming zeal
The breaches of thy precept heal?
Or faft and penance reconcile

Thy juftice, and invite thy fmile?

3 The pure, the humble, contrite mind, Honeft, and to thy will refigned,

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To thee a nobler offering yields
Than Sheba's groves, or Sharon's fields;

Than floods of oil, or floods of wine,

A vain oblation on thy fhrine;

Or if, unto thine altar led,

A first-born fon the victim bled.

Love God and man, this great command Doth on eternal pillars ftand: