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PSALM XII. [L. M.]
May we not trust and live uport The saints safety and hope in evil times; A promise so divine?
or, sins of the tongue complained of,|"Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise, namely, blasphemy, falsehood, &c. “ And make oppressors flee; I LORD, if thou dost not soon appear,
“I shall appear to their surprise, Virtue and truth will fly away;
And set my servants free." A faithful man, amongst us here, 8 Thy word, like silver, sev'n times try'd, Will scarce be found, if thou delay.
Thro' ages shall endure; 9 The whole discourse, when neighbours
The men that in thy truth confide,
Shall find the promise sure.
PSALM XIII. (L. M.] And their proud language is profane. Pleading with God under desertion ; or, 3 But lips, that with deceit abound,
hope in darkness. Shall not maintain their triumph long; 1 HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain, The God of vengeance will confound Like one that seeks his God in vain?
The fatt'ring and blaspheming tongue. Canst thou thy face for ever hide? 4 " Yet shall our words be free, they cry,
And I still pray, and be deny'd ? “Our tongues shall be controld by 2 Shall I for ever be forgot, none:
As one whom thou regardest not? * Where is the Lord will ask us why?
Stillshall my soul thine absence mourn? Or say, our lips are not our own?”
And still despair of thy return? 5 The Lord, who sees the poor opprest, 3 How long shall my poor troubled breast And hears th' oppressor's haughty Be with these anxious thoughts opprest?" strain,
And Satan, my malicious foe, Will rise to give his children rest,
Rejoice to see me sunk so low? Nor shall they trust his word in vain.
4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, 6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd, Before my death conclude my grief;
Void of deceit shall still appear; If thou withhold thy heav'nly light, Not silver, seven times purify'd
I sleep in everlasting night. From dross and mixture,shines so clear.
5 How will the pow'rs of darkness boast, 7 Thy grace shall, in the darkest hour,
If but one praying soul be lost? Defend the holy soul from harm ; But I have trusted in thy grace, Tho' when the vilest men have pow'r, And shall again behold thy face. On every side will sinners swarm.
6 Whate'er my fears or fous suggest, PSALM XII. [C. M.]
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
PSALM XIII. [C. M.]
Complaint under temptations of the The sons of violence prevail,
devil. and treacheries abound.
1 HOW long wilt thou conceal thy face? Their oaths and promises they break, My God, how long delay? Yet act the flatt'rer's part;
When shall I feel those heav'nly rays, With fair deceitful lips they speak,
That chase my fears away? And with a double heart.
2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul 3 If we reprove some hateful lye,
Wrestle and toil in vain? How is their fury stirr'd!
Thy word can all my foes control, " Are not our lips our own, they cry, And ease my raging pain. “And who shall be our Lord?
3 See how the prince of darkness tries 4 Scoffers appear on every side,
All his malicious arts, Where a vile race of men
He spreads a mist around his eyes, Is rais'd to seats of pow'r and pride, And throws his fiery darts. And bears the sword in vain.
14 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield, PAUSE.
My soul in saf'ty keep; 5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd And blasphemny grows bold,
In death's eternal sleep. When faith is hardly to be found, 3 How would the tempter boast aloud And love is waxing cold.
If I become his
prey! 6 is not thy chariot hast'ning on?
Behold, the sons of hell grow proud Hast thou not giv’n this sign?
At thy so long delay.
6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, % The man that walks in pious ways, And Satan hide his head;
And works with righteous hands; He knows the terrors of thy look, That trusts his Maker's promises, And hears thy voice with dread.
And follows his commands. 7 Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace, 3 He speaks the meaning of his heart, Where all my hopes have hung:
Nor slanders with his tongue ;
Will scarce believe an ill report,
Nor do his neighbour wrong.
4 The wealthy sinner he contemns, PSALM XIV. Part I.
Loves all that fear the Lord;
And tho'to his own hurt he swears, By nature all men are sinners.
Still he performs his word. I FOOLS in their heart believe and say, “ That all religion's vain,
5 His bands disdain a golden bribe, “There is no God that reigns on high,
And never gripe the poor :
This man shall dwell with God on earth,
And find his heav'n secure.
PSALM XV. [L. M.]
Religion and justice, goodness and
truth ; or, duties to God and man; or, 3 The Lord from his celestial throne the qualifications of a christian,
Look'd down on things below,
1 WHO shall ascend thy heav'nly place,
Great God, and dwell before thy face? Or did his justice know.
The man that minds religion now, A By nature all are gone astray,
And humbly walks with God below. Their practice all the same; (hand, There's none that fears his Maker's
2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is
clean, There's none that loves his name.
Whose lips still speak the thing they A Their tongues are used to speak deceit, No slanders dwell upon his tongue; Their slanders never cease;
He hates to do his neighbour wrong. How swift to mischief are their feet, Nor know the paths of peace!
3 (Scarce will he trust an ill report,
Nor vents it to his neighbour's hurt : 6 Such seeds of sin (that bitter root) Sinners of state he can despise, In ev'ry heart are found;
But saints are honour'd in his eyes. ] Nor can they bear diviner fruit,
4 (Firm to his word he ever stood, Till grace refine the ground.
and always makes his promise good;
Nor dares to change the thing he swears,
Whatever pain or loss he bears.]
5 (He never deals in bribing gold, 1 ARE sinners now so senseless grown, Aud mourns that justice should be sold, That they the saints devour ;
While others gripe and grind the poor, And never worship at thy throne, Sweet charity attends his door.)
Nor fear thine awful pow'r? 6 He loves his enemies, and prays 2 Great God! appear to their surprise, For those that carse him to his face; Reveal thy dreadful name;
And doth to all men still the same Let them no more thy wrath despise, That he would hope or wish from them. Nor turn our hope to sbaine.
7 Yet when his holiest works are done, 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just, His soul depends on grace alone : And yet our foes deride,
This is the man thy face shall see, That we should makethyname our trust; And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.
Great God! confound their pride. 4 O that the joyful day were come
PSALM XVI. Part I. (L. M.) To finish our distress!
Confession of our poverty, and saints the WhenGod shallbring his children home,
best company; or, good works profit Our songs shall never cease.
men, not God. PSALM XV. [C.M.)
I PRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need;
For succour to thy throne I fee, Characters of a saint; or, a citizen of But have no merits there to plead;
on; or, the qualifications of a christian. My goodness cannot reach to thee. I WHO shall inhabit in thy hill, 2. Oft have my heart and tongue confest O God of holiness?
llow empty and how poor I ain; Whom will the Lord admit to dwell My praisc can never make thee blest, So near his throne of grace?
Nor add new glorica to thy name.
3 Yet, Lord,thysaints on earth may reap, 4 His hand provides my constant food;
Some profit by the good we do; He fills my daily cup; These are the company I keep, Much am I pleas'd with present good,
These are the choicest friends I know. But more rejoice in hope. 4 Let others choose the sons of mirth, 5 God is my portion and my joy; To give a relish to their wine ;
His counsels are my light: I love the men of heav'nly birth, He gives me sweet advice by day, Whose thoughts and language are And gentle hints by night. divine.
6 My soul would all her thoughts approve PSALM XVI. PART II. (L. M.] To his all-seeing eye; Christ's all-sufficiency.
Nor death,nor hell,my hope shall move,
While such a friend is nigh. I HOW fast their guilt and sorrows rise,
Who haste to seek some idol god; I will not taste their sacrifice,
PSALM XVI. Part II. [C. M.) Their off'rings of forbidden blood. 2 My God provides a richer cup,
The death and resurrection of Christ. Ånd nobler food to live upon: He for my life has offer'd up
I“ I SET the Lord before my face, Jesus, his best beloved Son.
“ He bears my courage up:
“ My heart and tongue their joy ex3 His love is my perpetual feast ;
press, By day his counsels guide me right: And be his name for ever blest,
"My flesh shall rest in hope. Who gives me sweet advice by night. 2 “ My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave 4 I set him still before mine eyes;
“Where souls departed are ; At my right-hand he stands prepar'd
“Nor quit my body to the grave, To keep my soul from all surprise,
“To see corruption there. And be my everlasting guard.
3 “ Thou wilt reveal the path of life,
“ And raise me to thy throne;
“Thy courts immortal pleasures give, Courage in death, and hope of resurrection.
4 [Thus in the name of Christ the Lord, I WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong,
The holy David sung: His arm is my almighty prop:
And Providence fulfils the word Be glad, my heart, rejoice, my tongue,
Of bis prophetic tongue. My dying flesh shall rest in hope. 5 Jesus, whom ev'ry saint adores, 2 Though in the dust I lay my head, Was crucify'd and slain;
Yet,gracious God, thou wilt not leave Behold, the tomb its prey restores! My soul for ever with the dead,
Behold, he lives again! Nor lose thy children in the grave. 6 When shall my feet arise, and stand 3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
On heav'n's eternal hills ? Shake off the dust and rise on high There sits the Son at God's right-hand, Then shalt thou lead the wond'rousway, And there the Father smiles.]
Up to thy throne above the sky. 4 There streams of endless pleasure flow; And full discoveries of thy grace,
PSALM XVII. ver. 15, &c. (S. M.) (Which we but tasted here below) Spread heav'nly joys thro' all the Portion of saints and sinners: or, hope place.
and despair in death. PSALM XVI. 1---8. Part I. [C. M.] I ARISE, my gracious God,
And make the wicked flee: Support and counsel from God, without They are but thy chastising rod, merit.
To drive thy saints to thee. 1 SAVE me, O Lord, from ev'ry foe; 3 Behold the sinner dies, In thee my trust I place;
His haughty words are vain: Though all the good that I can do i Here in this life his pleasure lies, Can ne'er deserve thy grace.
And all beyond is pain. ? Yet if my God prolong my breath, 3 Then let his pride advance, The saints may profit by't;
And boast of all his store ; The saints, the glory of the earth, The Lord is my inheritance, The men of my delight.
My soul can wish no more. 3 Let heathens to their idols haste, 4 I shall behold the face And worship wood or stone ;
Of my forgiving God; But my delightful lot is cast
And stand complete in righteousness, Where the true God is known.
Wash'd in my Saviour's blood,
3 There's a new heav'n begun
7 Great were my fears, my focs were When I awake from death,
great, Drest in the likeness of thy Son, Much was their strength, and more And draw immortal breath.
their rage :
But Christ, my Lord, is conqu’ror still, PSALM XVII. (L. M.]
In all the wars that devils wage. The sinner's portion and saint's hope : || 8 My song for ever shall record
or, the learen of separate souls, and That terrible, that joyful hour; the resurrection.
And give the glory to the Lord, I JORD, I am thine: But thou wilt prove
Due to his mercy, and his pow'r. My faith, my patience, and my love ;
PSALM XVIII. ver. 20---26.
Part II. (L. M.]
'Tis all the happiness they know, 'Tis all they seek: They take their + LORD, thou hast seen my soul sincere, shares,
Hast made thy truth and love appear; And leave the rest among their heirs.
Before mine eyes I set thy laws,
And thou hast own'd my righteous 3 What sinners value, I resign; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine : I shall behold thy blissful face,
2 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways, And stand complete in righteousness. I've walk'd upright before thy face;
Or if my feet did e'er depart, A This life's a dream, an empty show ;
'Twas never with a wicked heart. But the bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere : 3 What sore temptations broke my rest!
When shall I wake and find me there? What wars and struggles in my breast! 5 O glorious hour, O blest abode!
But thro'thy grace that reigns within, I shall he near! and like my God!
I guard against my darling sin: And flesh and sin no more controul
4 That sin that close besets me still, The sacred pleasures of the soul.
That works and strives against my will; 6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
When sball thy Spirit's sov'reign pow' Till the lasi trumpet's joyful sound;
Destroy it that it rise no more? Then burst the chains with sweet sur- 3 (With an impartial hand, the Lord prise,
Deals out to mortals their reward : And in my Saviour's image rise.
The kind and faithful souls shall find
-A God as faithful and as kind. PSALM XVIII. ver. 1---6, 15.--18. 6 Tbe just and pure shall ever say, Part I. [L.M.]
Thou art more pure,morejust thanthey:
And men that love revenge shall know, Deliverance from despair: or, tempta- God hath an arm of vengeance too.]
tions overcome. | THEE will I love, O Lord, my strength, | PSALM XVIII. ver. 30, 31, 34,35, 46, &c.
Myrock, my tow'r, my high defence, Thy mighty arm shall be my trust,
Part III. (L. M.) For I have found salvation thence. Rejoicing in God: or, salvation and 2 Death and the terrors of the grave,
triumph. Stood round me with their dismal || 1 JUST are thy ways, and true thy word, shade,
Great Rock of my secure abode : While floods of high temptation rose, Who is a God beside the Lord ?
And made my sinking soul afraid. Or where's a refuge like our God? 3 I saw the op'ning gates of hell, 2 "Tis he that girds me with his might,
With endless pains and sorrows there; Gives me his holy sword to wield: Which none but they that feel can tell, And while with sin and hell I fight, While I was hurried to despair.
Spreads his salvation for my shield. 4 In my distress I call’d my God, 3 He lives (and blessed be my Rock!) When I could scarce believe him The God of my salvation lives : anine;
The dark designs of hell are broke: He bow'd his ear to my complaint ; Sweet is the peace my Father gives.
Then did his grace appear divine. 4 Before the scoffers of the age, (With speed he flew to my relief,
I will exalt my Father's name; As on a cherub's wing he rode; Nor tremble at their mighty rage, Awful and bright as lightning shone But meet reproach, and bear the The face of my deliv’rer God.
shame. 6 Temptations fled at his rebuke, 6 To David and his royal seed
The blast of his almighty breath: Thy grace for ever shall extend : He sent salvation from on high,
Thy love to saints in Christ their head, And drewme from the deepsofdeath.] Knows not a limit, nor an end.
PSALM XVI. Part I. C, M.] PSALM XIX. Part 1. (S. M.]
The book of nature and scripture.
Now is thine arm reveal'd: Thou art our strength, our heay'nly||BEHOLD the lofty sky tow'r,
Declares its Maker God, Our balwark, and our shield.
And all his starry works on high : We fly to our Eternal Rock,
Proclaim his pow'r abroad. And find a sure defence;
The darkness and the light His holy name our lips invoke,
Still keep their course the same; And draw salvation thence.
While night to day, and day to nighé, 3 When God our leader shines in arms
Divinely teach his name.
Their gen'ral voice is known ;
They shew the wonders of his hand, 4 He rides upon the winged wind,
And orders of his throne. And angels in array,
Ye British lands rejoice; In millions wait to know his mind,
He here reveals his word: And swift as fames obey.
We are not left to nature's foice · He speaks, and at his fierce rebuke
To bid us know the Lord. Whole armies are dismay'd;
His statutes and commands His voice, his frown, his angry look, Are set before our eyes : Strikes all their courage dead.
He puts his gospel in our hands, 6 He forms our gen'rals for the field,
Where our salvation lies. With all their dreadful skill;
His laws are just and pure, Gives them his awful sword to wield, His truth without deceit;
And makes their hearts of steel. His promises for ever sure, . (He arms our captains to the fight,
And his rewards are great. (Tho' there his name's forgot ;) (Not honey to the taste He girded Cyrus with his might,
Affords so much delight, But Cyrus knew him not.
Nor gold that has the furnace past Oft bas the Lord whole nations blest,
So much allures the sight. Por his own church's sake:
While of thy works I sing, The pow'rs that give his people rest, Thy glory to proclaim, Shall of his care partake.]
Accept the praise, my God, my king,
In my Redeemer's name.)
PSALM XIX. Part II. (S. M.)
For a Lord's-day morning. . 'Tis by thine aid our troops prevail,
1 BEHOLD the morning sun And break united pow'rs;
Begins his glorious way; Ot burn their boasted fleets, or scale
His beams thro' all the nations run, The proudest of their tow'rs.
And life and light convey. • How have we chas'd them thro' the field, 2 But where the gospel comes And trod them to the ground,
It spreads diviner light, While thy salvation was our shield,
It calss dead sinners from their tombs, But they no shelter found !
And gives the blind their sight. 4 In vain to idol saints they cry,
3 How perfect is thy word! And perish in their blood :
And all thy judgments just! Where is a rock so great, so bigh,
For ever sure, thy promise, Lord, So pow'rful as our God!
And men securely trust. 3 The Rock of Isr'el ever lives, 4 My gracious God, how plain His name be ever blest;
Are thy directions giv'n? 'Tis his own art the vict'ry gives, O may I never read in vain, And gives his people rest.
But find the path to heav'a, 6 On kings that reign as David did, He pours his blessings down;
And I would faia obey