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Psalm I. Common Metre.

[*] The Happiness of the Righteous and the Misery of the Wickede B Where finners love to meet;

LEST is the man who shuns the place Who fears to tread their wicked ways,

And hates the scoffer's seat. 2 But in the statutes of the Lord

Has plac'd his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the word,

And meditates by night.
He like a tree of generous kind,

By living waters fet,
Safe from the storm and blasting wind

Enjoys a peaceful state,
Green as the leaf, and ever fair

Shall his profession shire; Whilft fruits of holiness appear

Like clusters on the vine. 5 Not so the impious and unjust !

What vain designs they form ! Their hopes are blown away like duits

Or chaff before the storm. 6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand Among the sons of

7 If but in part his anger rife,

Who can endure the flame?
Then bleft are they whose hope relies
On his most holy name,

Tate, varied.

Psalm 11.

Short Metre.
The Death, Resurrection and Glory of Christ.

[X]

Of heaven, and earth, and feas, Thy providence confirms thy word,

And answers thy decrees. 2 The things so long forerold

By David, are fulfillid;
When Jews and Gentiles join'd to lay

Jesus, thy holy child.
3 Why did the Gentiles rage,

And Jews with one accord Unite their counsels to destroy

Th' anointed of the Lord ? 4 Rulers and kings agree To form a vain

design ; Against the Lord they

join their powers,
Against his Christ combine.
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, 6 He asks, and God bestows

A valt inheritance ;
Far as the earth's remoteft ends

His kingdom shall advance, IT'ATTI

Psalm III. Common Metre. .

[b]
Doubts and Fears fupprelud.
Y God, how many are my fears!

How fast my foes increase !
Their number, how it multiplies !

How fatal to my peace !
2 The lying tempter would persuade

There's no relief from heaven;
And all my swelling fins appear

Too great to be forgiven.
3 But thou, O Lord, art my defence,

On thee my hopes rely ;
My sinking spirit thou wilt raise,

And lift my head on high.
4 In former times of deep distress

To God I made my prayer: He heard me from his holy hill;

Why should I now despair ?
5 Guarded by him, I lay me down

My sweet repose to take;
For I through him securely sleep,

Through him in safety wake. 6 Salvation to the Lord belongs,

His arm alone can save ; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave.

Tate and Watts, united and varied. Psalm IV. ver. 6, 7. C. M. [X or b]

True Happiness only in G.d.

W ten fancy fpreads her boldeft wings,

And
Amidst the varied scene of things

Which entertain the mind;