My heart within me often says,

“ Their thoughts believe there's none."* 2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare

(Whate'er their lips profess) God hath no wrath for them to fear,

Nor will they seek his grace.
3 What strange self- fatt'ry blinds their eyes?

But there's a hast’ning hour
When they shall see with sore surprize

The terrors of thy pow'r.
4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne,

Tho' mountains melt away;
Thy judgments are a world uokdown,

A deep unfathom'd sea.
5 Above these heav'ns created rounds,

Thy mercies, Lord, extend;
Thy truth out-lives the narrow bounds

Where time and nature end.
6 Safety to man thy goodness brings,

Nor overlooks the beast; Beneath the shadow of thy wings

Thy children chufe to reft. 7 [From thee when creature-streams ruo low,

And mortal comforts die, Perpetual springs of life shall flow,

And raise our pleasures high. 8 Tho' all created light decay,

And death close up our eyes, Thy prefence makes eternal day

Where clouds can never rise.]

PSALM XXXVI. 1-7. Short Metre.

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The wickedness of man, and the majesty of God: or,

Practical Atheism exposed.
THEN man grows bold in sig,

My heart within me cries, « He hath no faith of God within;

• Nor fear before his eyes."
2 [He walks a while conceal'd,

In a self-Aatt'ring dream,
Till his dark crimes at once reveal'd,

Expose his hateful name.
3 His heart is false and foul,

His words are smooth and fair ;
Wisdom is banish'd from his soul,

And leaves no goodness there..
4 He plots upon his bed

New mischiefs to fulfil:
He fets his heart, and hand, and head

To practise all that's ill.
5 But there's a dreadful God,

Though men renounce his fear;
His justice hid behind the cloud

Shall one great day appear.
6 His truth transcends the sky,

In heav'n his mercies dwell;
Deep as the fea his judgments lye,

His anger burns to hell,
7 How excellent his love,

Whence all our safety springs!
Dever let my soul remove

From underneath his wings!

2

I

W'Yo free the wicked tile?

PSALM XXXVII. 1-15. First part. The Cure of envy, fretfulness, and unbelief: or, The

rewards of the righteous and the wicked: or, The
world's hatred, and the faint's patience.
7HY should I vex my soul, and fret

To see the wicked rise?
Or envy sinners waxing great,

By violence and lies?
2 As flow'ry grass cut down at noon,

Before the evening fades,
So shall their glories vanish foon,

In everlasting shades.
3 Then let me make the Lord my trust,

And practise all that's good; So shall I dwell among the just,

And he'll provide me food. 4 I to my God my ways commit,

And chearful wait his will;
Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet,

Shall my desires fulfil.
5 Mine innocence shalt thou display,

And make thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day,

And glorious as the noon. 6 The meek at last the earth possess,

And are the heirs of heav'n; True riches, with abundant peace, To humble souls are giv'o.

PAUSE.
7 Rest in the Lord, and keep his way,

Nor let your anger rise,
Tho' providence should long delaya

To punish haughty vice.

8 Let finners join to break your peace,

And plot, and rage, and foam;
The Lord derides them, for he fees

Their day of vengeance come.
9 They have drawn out the threatoing sword,

Have bent the murd'rous bow,
To lay the men that fear the Lord,

And bring the righteous low.
10 My God shall break their bows, and burg

Their persecuting dạrts,
Shall their own swords against them turn;

And pain surprise their hearts.

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PSALM XXXVII. 16, 21, 26–31. Second part. Charity to the poor: or, Religion in words and deeds.

THY do the wealthy wicked boast,

And grow profanely bold?
The meanest portion of the juft,

Excels the finner's gold.
2 The wicked borrows of his friends,

But ne'er designs to pay;
The faint is merciful and lends,

Nor turns the poor away.
3 His alms with lib'ral heart he gives

Amongst the fons of need;
His mem'ry to long ages lives,

And blessed is his feed.
4 His lips abhor to talk profane,

To nander or defraud;
His ready tongue declares to men

What he has learn'd of God. 5 The law and gospel of the Lord

Deep in his heart abide;

Led by the Spirit and the word,

His feet shall never Nide.
6 When finners fall, the righteous stand

Preserv'd from ev'ry (nare,
They shall possess the promis'd land,

And dwell for ever there.

PSALM XXX VII. 23–37. Third part,
The way and end of the rightedus and wickedi

Y God, the steps of pious men
M

Are order'd by thy will;
Tho' they should fall they rise again,

Thy hand supports them ftill.
2 The Lord delights to see their ways,

Their virtue he approves;
He'll ne'er deprive them of his graces

Nor leave the man he loves. 3 The heav'nly heritage is theirs,

Their portion and their home;
He feeds tbem now, and makes them heirs

Of blessings long to come.
4 Wait on the Lord, ye fons of men,

Nor fear when tyrants frown;
Ye shall confess their pride was vain.
When justice cafts them down.

PAUSE.
5 The haughty sinner have I feen,

Nor fearing man nor God,
Like a tall bay-tree fair and green,

Spreading his arms abroad.
6 And lo, he wanish'd from the ground,

Destroy'd by hands upseen;