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And be his name for blest,
Who gives me sweet advice by night. 4 I set him still before mine eyes;
At my right hand he ftands prepar'd
Whis arm is my almighty prop:
PSALM XVI. Third Part. Long Metre.
THEN God is nigh, my faith is strong,
My dying flesh shall rest in hope. 2 Tho' in the dust I lay iny head
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
Nor lose thy children in the grave. 3 My filesh (hall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Up to thy throne above the sky,
And full discov'ries of thy grace
PSALM XVI. 1,–8. Firft Part. Com. Metrea
Support and counsel from God without merit.
AVE me, O Lord, from ev'ry foe;
to thee my trust place, Tho' all the good that I can do Can ne'er deserve thy grace.
2 Yet if my God prolong my breath,
The faiots may profit by't;
The men of my delight.
And worship wood or stone;
Where the true God is known.
He fills my daily cup;
But more rejoice in hope.
His couplels are my light;
And gentle hiots by night.
To his all seeing eye;
While such a frieud is nigh.
PSALM XVI. Second Part. Common Metre.
The death and resurrection of Christ.
“ My flesh shall rest in hope. 2 " My fpirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave
" Where fouls departed are; # Nor quit my body to the grave,
" To fee corruption there. 3" Thou wilt reveal the path of life;
" And raise me to thy throne;
Thy courts immortal pleasure give,
“ Thy presence joys unknown.”
The holy David sung,
Of his prophetic tongue.
Was crucify'd and Nain; Behold the tomb its prey restores,
Behold he lives again.
On heav'ns eternal hills;
And there the Father (miles.]
PSALM XVII. Ver. 13, &c. Short Metre,
fiec, They are but thy chaftizing rod
To drive thy faints to thee, 2 Behold the finder dies,
His haughty words are vain;
And all beyond is pain.
And boast of all his store;
My soul can wish oo more. 4 I shall behold the face
Of my forgiviog God;
And stand complete in righteousness,
Wash'd in my Saviour's blood. 5 There's a new heav'n begun
When I awake from death. Drest in the likeness of thy Son,
And draw immortal breath.
PSALM XVII. Long Metre. The finners portion, and saints hope : or, The heaven
of separate fouls, and the resurrection. 'L
ORD, I am thine; but thou wilt prove
My faith, my patience, and my love;
They are the sword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion iyes below,
'Tis all the happiness they know,
And leave the rest among their heirs. 3 What singers value I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:
And stand complete in righteousness. 4 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go,
When shall I wake and find thee there? 5 O glorious hour! O bleft abode !
I shall be near, and like my God!
The sacred pleasures of the foul.
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chaios with sweet surprize,
PSALM XVIII. First Part. Long Metre.
Ver. 1,-6, 15, -18. Deliverance from despair; or, Temptations over
come. HEE will I love, O Lord, my strength,
My rock, my tow'r, my high defence;
For I have found falvation thence.
And made my finking foul afraid. 3 I saw the op'ning gates of hell
With endlels pains and forrows there,
While I was hurried to despair. 4 In my distrets I call'd my God,
When I could scarce believe him mine;
Then did his grace appear divine. 5 [With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a cherub's wing he rode;
The face of my deliv'rer Gud.
The blast of his almighty breath;
And drew me from the depths of death.] 7 Great were my fears, my foes were great,
Much was their strength, and more their rage: