8 Let finners join to break your peace, 9 They have drawn out the threatning sword, To lay the men that fear the Lord, 10 My God fhall break their bows, and burn Shall their own fwords against them turn; PSALM XXXVII. 16, 21, 26–31. Second part. 1 The meaneft portion of the juft, Excels the finner's gold. 2 The wicked borrows of his friends, 3 His alms with lib'ral heart he gives 4 His lips abhor to talk profane, His ready tongue declares to men 3 The law and gospel of the Lord 7 Led by the Spirit and the word, 6 When finners fall, the righteous stand They fhall poffefs the promis'd land,. PSALM XXXVII. 23-37. Third part. The way and end of the righteous and wicked. Are order'd by thy will; Tho' they should fall they rife again, 3 The heav'nly heritage is theirs, 4 Wait on the Lord, ye fons of men, PAUSE. 5 The haughty finner have I feen,. 6 And lo, he vanish'd from the ground, Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found 7 But mark the man of righteousness, True pleasure runs thro' all his ways, PSALM XXXVIII. Guilt of Confcience and relief: or, Repentance and prayer for pardon and health. I A MIDST thy wrath remember love, Nor let a Father's chaftning prove Like an avenger's fword. 2 Thine arrows ftick within my heart, 3 My fins a heavy load appear, And o'er my head are gone; 4 My thoughts are like a troubled fea, 5 Lord, I am weak and broken fore, All my defire to thee is known, 7 Thou art my God, my only hope, 8 [My foot is ever apt to slide, 9 But I'll confefs my guilt to thee, I'll mourn, how weak my graces be, 10 My God, forgive my follies past, O Lord of my falvation hafte, PSALM XXXIX. 1, 2, 3. First part. Watchfulness over the tongue: or, Prudence and zeal. THUS I refolv'd before the Lord, 'TH "Now will I watch my tongue, "Left I let flip one finful word, 2 And if I'm e'er constrain'd to stay 3 I'll scarce allow my lips to fpeak Left fcoffers fhould th' occafion take 4 Yet if fome proper hour appear, But let the fcoffing finners hear, PSALM XXXIX. 4, 5, 6, 7. Second part. The vanity of man as mortal. EACH me the measure of my days, I would furvey life's narrow space, 2 A fpan is all that we can boast, 3 Man is but vanity and duft In all his flow'r and prime. See the vain race of mortals move 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy fhow, They toil for heirs they know not who, 5 What should I wish or wait for then 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, I give my mortal int'reft up, |