S. M.

Watchman. [*]

The Saint happy, the Sinner miserable.
HE man is ever blest,

1 [T Who shuns the sinners' ways;
Among their councils never stands,
Nor takes the scorner's place :-
2 But makes the law of God,
His study and delight,
Amidst the labours of the day,
And watches of the night.

3 He like a tree shall thrive,
With waters near the root:
Fresh as the leaf his name shall live;
His works are heav'nly fruit.

4 Not so th' ungodly race;

They no such blessings find:
Their hopes shall flee like empty chaff,
Before the driving wind.

5 How will they bear to stand
Before that judgment seat,

Where all he saints, at Christ's right hand,
In full assembly meet!

6 He knows, and he approves,

The way the righteous go:

But sinners and their works will meet

A dreadful overthrow.]

L. M. Quercy. Bath. [*]

The Difference between the Righteous and the Wicked.

HA

1 APPY the man whose cautious feet,
Shun the broad way that sinners go:
Who hates the place where atheists meet,
And fears to talk as scoffers do.

2 He loves t' employ his morning light
Amongst the statutes of the Lord;
And spends the wakeful hours of night,
With pleasure pond'ring o'er the word.
e 3 He, like a plant by gentle streams,
Shall flourish in immortal green;

b And heav'n will shine with kindest beams, On every work his hands begin.

e 4 But sinners find their counsels cross'd: As chaff before the tempest flies,

So shall their hopes be blown and lostg When the last trumpet shakes the skies -[5 In vain the rebel seeks to stand, In judgment with the pious race; e The dreadful Judge, with stern command, Divides him to a diff'rent place.

d 6 'Straight is the way my saints have trod, 'I bless'd the path and draw it plain; .But you would choose the crooked road; 'And down it leads to endless pain.']

PSALM 2. S. M. Dover. Sutton. [*] Christ dying, rising, interceding, and reigning MAKER, and Sovereign Lord,

1

Of heaven, and earth, and seas,
Thy providence confirms thy word,
And answers thy decrees.

2 The things, so long foretold
By David, are fulfill'd;

p When Jews and Gentiles rose to slay Jesus, thy holy child.

-3 [Why did the Gentiles rage,
And Jews, with one accord,

Bend all their counsels, to destroy
Th' anointed of the Lord?

4

Rulers and kings agree,

To form a vain design;

Against the Lord their powers unite,
Against his Christ they join.

d 5 The Lord derides their rage,
And will support his throne:

He who hath rais'd him from the dead
Hath own'd him for his Son.]

0 6

PAUSE.

Now he's ascended high,
And asks to rule the earth;

The merit of his blood he pleads.
And pleads his heav'nly birth.

-7

He asks, and God bestows
A large inheritance ;-

g Far as the world's remotest ends,
His kingdom shall advance.

e 8

The nations that rebel,

Must feel his iron rod;

o He'll vindicate those honours well,
Which he receiv'd from God.

e G [Be wise, ye rulers, now,
And worship at his throne;
With trembling joy, ye people, bow
To God's exalted Son.

d 10 If once his wrath arise,
Ye perish on the place;

o Then blessed is the soul that flies For refuge to his grace.]

C. M. Bedford. St. Ann's. [*]

Christ exalted and his Enemies warned.

F1 WHY did the nations join to slay

The Lord's anointed Son?

Why did they cast his laws away,
And tread his gospel down?

-2 The Lord, who sits above the skies,
Derides their rage below ;

He speaks with vengeance in his eyes,
And strikes their spirits through.

d 3 "I call him my eternal Son,

And raise him from the dead;
I make my holy hill his throne,
And wide his kingdom spread."
[4 Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy
"The utmost heathen lands:

Thy rod of iron shall destroy
"The rehel who withstands.']

5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,
Obey the anointed Lord;

Adore the King of heav'nly birth,

And tremble at his word.

26 With humble love address his throne

For if he frown, ye die;

Those are secure, and those alone,
Who on his grace rely

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L. M. Bath. [*]

Christ's Death, Resurrection, and Ascension.

1 [WHY did the Jews proclaim their rage?
The Romans,why their swords employ
Against the Lord their powers engage,
His dear Anointed to destroy?

d 2 Come, let us break his bands,' say they
'This man shall never give us laws:'
-And thus they cast his yoke away,

And nail'd the Monarch to the cross. g 3 But God, who high in glory reigns, Laughs at their pride, their rage controls; He'll vex their hearts with inward pains, And speak in thunder to their souls. d 4 'I will maintain the King I made 'On Zion's everlasting hill;

'My hand shall bring him from the dead, 'And he shall stand your Sovereign still" o 5 (His wondrous rising from the earth Makes his eternal Godhead known, o The Loid declares his heav'nly birth; dThis day have I begot my Son.

6 Ascend my Son, to my right hand,
"There thou shalt ask, and I'll bestow,
'The utmost bounds of heathen lands;
'To thee the northern isles shall bow.")
e 7 But nations that resist his grace,
Will fall beneath his iron stroke;
His rod will crush his foes with ease,
As potters' earthen ware is broke.
PAUSE.

-8 Now, ye who sit on earthly thrones,
Pe wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb;
Now to his feet submit your crowns;
Rejoice and tremble at his name

e 9 With humble love address the Son,
Lest he grow angry, and ye die,

e His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, If ye provoke his jealousy.

g 10 His storms will drive you quick to hell He is a God, and ye but dust:

o Happy the souls who know him well, And make his grace their only trust.]

PSALM 3. C. M. Canterbury. Barby. [*] Doubts and Fears suppressed; or God our Defence from Sin and Satan.

P1 MY God, how many are my fears!

How fast my foes increase!

-Conspiring my eternal death,

They break my present peace.

e 2 The lying tempter would persuade,
There's no relief in heaven;
And all my swelling sins appear
Too big to be forgiv❜n.

-3 But thou, my glory and my strength,
Wilt on the tempter tread;
Wilt silence all my threat'ning guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

e 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill
He bow'd a list'ning ear;

I call'd my Father and my God;
And he subdu'd my fear.

5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes;

I 'woke and wonder'd at the grace,

That guarded my repose.].

g 6 What though the host of death and hell,
All arm'd, against me stood;

Terrours no more shall shake my
My refuge is my God.

o 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,
While I thy glory sing;

soul

;

My God has broke the serpent's teeth,
And death has lost his sting.

• 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can save :

Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

L. M. Worship. Armley. [b]
V. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8. A Morning Psalm.
LORD, how many are my foes,

My peace they daily discompose,
But my defence and hope is God.

blood!