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When shall I feel those heav'nly rays
Thar chafe my fears away?
Wrestle and toil in vain ?
Aod ease my raging pain.
All his malicious arts,
And throws his fiery darts.
My soul in safety keep;
In death's eternal sleep.
If I become his prey ?
At thy so long delay.
And Satan hide his head;
And hears thy voice with dread.
Where all my hopes have hung; I shall employ niy lips in praise,
And vict'ry shall be fung.
PSALM XIV. First part.
By nature all men are finners.
" That all religion's vain,
si Or minds th' affairs of men."
From thoughts fo dreadful and profane
Corrupt discourse proceeds;
Look'd down on things below,
Or did his justice know.
Their practice all the same;
There's none that loves his name.
Their flanders never cease:
Nor know the paths of peace. .
Io ev'ry heart are found;
Till grace refine the ground.
PSALM XIV. Second part.
The folly of perfecutors. 1
RE figners now so senseless grown,
That they the saints devour?
Nor fear thine awful pow'r ?
Reveal thy dreadful name;
Nor turn our hope to shame,
That we should make thy name our trust;
Great God, confound their pride.. 4 O that the joyful day were come
To finish our distress!
Our songs shall never cease.
PSALM XV. Common Metre. Characters of a faint, or a citizen of Zion: or, Tht
qualifications of a Christian.
O God of holiness?
So near his throne of grace ?
And works with righteous hands;
And follows his commands.
Nor Nanders with his tongue;
Nor do his neighbour wrong.
Loves all that fear the Lord;
Still he performs his word.
And never gripe the poor;
And find his heav'n fecure.
PSALM XV. Long Metre.
to God and man: or, The qualifications of a Chris-
Great God, and dwell before thy face?
And humbly walks with God below.
Whose lips still speak the thing they mean;
He hates to do his neighbour wrong. 3 [Scarce will he trust an ill report,
Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt:
But faints are honour'd in his eyes.] 4 [Firm to his word he ever stood,
And always makes his promise good:
Whatever pain or loss he bears.] 5 [He never deals in bribing gold,
And mouros that justice should be fold;
Sweet charity attends his door.) 6 He loves his enemies, and prays
For those that corse him to his face;
PSALM XVI. First Part. Long Metre. Confefñon of our poverty; and Saints the best company: or, Good works prifit men, not God. Reserve me, Lord, ia time of need,
For fuccour to thy throne I fee, But have no merits there to plead;
My goodness cannot reach to thee.
How empty and how poor sam;
Nor add new glories to thy name.
Some profit by the good we do;
These are the choicest friends I koow. 4 Let others chuse the sons of mirth
To give a relish to their wine,
PSALM XVI. Second Part. Long Metre.
Chrift's all fufficiency.
I will not taste their facrifice,
Their off rings of forbidden blood.
Jesus his best beloved fon.
By day his counsels guide me right: