5 How will the powers of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul be lost!
But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.
6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.

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PSALM 13. C. M.

Complaint under temptations of the devil.

How long wilt thou conceal thy face,

My God, how long delay?

When shall I feel those heavenly rays
That chase my fears away?

2 How long shall my poor labouring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?

Thy word can all my foes control,
And ease my raging pain.

3 See how the prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts,

He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.

4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;

Make haste before mine eyes are sealed
In death's eternal sleep.

5 How would the tempter boast aloud,
If I become his prey!

Behold the sons of hell grow proud
At thy so long delay.

6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;

He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread

7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace
Where all my hopes have hung;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And victory shall be sung.

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PSALM 14. PART I. C. M.
By nature all men are sinners.

FOOLS in their hearts believe and say,

That all religion's vain;

'There is no God that reigns on high,

Or minds the affairs of men.'

2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane
Corrupt discourse proceeds;

And in their impious hands are found
Abominable deeds.

3 The Lord from his celestial throne
Looked down on things below,

To find the man that sought his grace,
Or did his justice know.

4 By nature all are gone astray,

Their practice all the same;
There's none that fears his Maker's hand,
There's none that loves his name.

5 Their tongues are used to speak deceit,
Their slanders never cease;
How swift to mischief are their feet,
Nor know the paths of peace.

6 Such seeds of sin (that bitter root)
In every heart are found;
Nor can they bear diviner fruit,
Till grace refine the ground.

PSALM 14. PART II. C. M.

The folly of persecutors.

ARE sinners now so senseless grown,

That they the saints devour? And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful power?

2 Great God, appear to their surprise,
Reveal thy dreadful name;

Let them no more thy wrath despise,
Nor turn our hope to shame.

13 Dost thou not dwell among the just?
And yet our foes deride,"

That we should make thy name our trust;
Great God, confound their pride.

4 0 that the joyful day were come

To finish our distress!

When God shall bring his children home,
Our songs shall never cease.

PSALM 15. C. M.

Characters of a saint; or, A citizen of Zion; or, The qualifications of a Christian.

1

WHO shall inhabit in thy hill,

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O God of holiness?

Whom will the Lord admit to dwell
So near his throne of grace?

2 The man that walks in pious ways,
And works with righteous hands;
That trusts his Maker's promises,
And follows his commands.

3 He speaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor slanders with his tongue;
Will scarce believe an ill report,
Nor do his neighbour wrong.

4 The wealthy sinner he contemns,
Loves all that fear the Lord;
And though to his own hurt he swears,
Still he performs his word.

5 His hands disdain a golden bribe,
And never gripe the poor;

This man shall dwell with God on earth, And find his heaven secure.

WHO shall ascend thy heavenly place,

W

Great God, and dwell before thy face? The man that minds religion now,

And humbly walks with God below,

2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean,
Whose lips still speak the thing they mean;
No slanders dwell upon his tongue;
He hates to do his neighbour wrong.
3 [Scarce will he trust an ill report,
Nor vents it to his neighbour's hurt:
Sinners of state he can despise,
But saints are honoured in his eyes.]
4 [Firm to his word he ever stood,
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,
And mourns that justice should be sold;
While others gripe and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.]

6 He loves his enemies, and prays
For those that curse him to his face;
And doth to all men still the same
That he would hope or wish from them.
7 Yet when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone:
This is the man thy face shall see,
And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.

3 Yet Lord, thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good we do;
These are the company I keep,
These are the choicest friends I know.

4 Let others choose the sons of mirth,
To give a relish to their wine,

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I love the men of heavenly birth,
Whose thoughts and language are divine.
PSALM 16. PART II. L. M.

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Christ's all-sufficiency.

OW fast their guilt and sorrows rise,
Who haste to seek some idol-god!
I will not taste their sacrifice,
Their offerings of forbidden blood.
2 My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon;
He for my life has offered up
Jesus, his best beloved Son.

3 His love is my perpetual feast;
By day his counsels guide me right;
And be his name for ever biest,
Who gives me sweet advice by night.

4 I set him still before mine eyes:

At my right hand he stands prepared
To keep my soul from all surprise,
And be my everlasting guard.

PSALM 16. PART III. L. M. Courage in death, and hope of the resurrec

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iion.

WHis arm is my almighty prop:

WHEN God is nigh my faith is strong;

Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.
2 Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.

3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way
Up to thy throne above the sky.

4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discoveries of thy grace
(Which we but tasted here below)

Spread heavenly joys through all the place.

PSALM 16. 1-8. PART I. C. M.

12 My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave
Where souls departed are:
'Nor quit my body to the grave,
To see corruption there.

3 Thou wilt reveal the path of life,
And raise me to thy throne;
Thy courts immortal pleasure give,
Thy presence joys unknown."

4 [Thus in the name of Christ, the Lord,
The holy David sung,

And Providence fulfils the word
Of his prophetic tongue.

5 Jesus, whom every saint adores,
Was crucified and slain;

Behold, the tomb its prey restores!
Behold, he lives again!

6 When shall my feet arise and stand
On heaven's eternal hills?

There sits the Son at God's right hand,
And there the Father smiles.]

PSALM 17. 13, &c. S. M.

Portion of saints and sinners: or, Hope and despair in death.

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ARISE, my gracious God,

And make the wicked flee; They are but thy chastising rod, To drive thy saints to thee.

Behold, the sinner dies,

His haughty words are vain; Here in this life his pleasure lies, And all beyond is pain.

Then let his pride advance,

And boast of all his store:

The Lord is my inheritance;

My soul can wish no more.

I shall behold the face

Of my forgiving God,

And stand complete in righteousness,

Washed in my Saviour's blood.

There's a new heaven begun, When I awake from death, Drest in the likeness of thy Son, And draw immortal breath.

PSALM 17. L. M.

The sinner's portion and saint's hope; or, The heaven of separate souls, and the resurrec

tion.

ORD, I am thine; but thou wilt prove

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SAVE me, O Lord, from every foe:

In thee my trust I place;

Though all the good that I can do
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.

2 Yet if my God prolong my breath,
The saints may profit by it;
The saints, the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.

3 Let heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone:
But my delightful lot is cast

Where the true God is known.

4 His hand provides my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;

Much am I pleased with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.

5 God is my portion and my joy,
His counsels are my light;
He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.

6 My soul would all her thoughts approve To his all-seeing eye;

Not death nor hell my hope shall move,
While such a friend is nigh.

PSALM 16. PART II. C. M.

The death and resurrection of Christ.
SET the Lord before my face,

When men of spite against me join,
They are the sword, the hand is thine.

2 Their hope and portion lies below:
'Tis all the happiness they know,

'Tis all they seek; they take their shares, And leave the rest among their heirs.

3 What sinners value I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
4 This life 's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere;
When shall I wake, and find me there?
5 O glorious hour! O blest abode !
I shall be near and like my God!
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

2 Death, and the terrors of the grave,
Stood round me with their dismal shade;
While floods of high temptations rose,
And made my sinking soul afraid.
3 I saw the opening gates of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there,
Which none but they that feel can tell,
While I was hurried to despair.

4 In my distress I called My God,'
When I could scarce believe him mine;
He bowed his ear to my complaint,
'Then did his grace appear divine.
5 With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a cherub's wing he rode:
Awful and bright as lightning shone
The face of my deliverer, God.
6 Temptations fled at his rebuke,
The blast of his almighty breath;
He sent salvation from on high,

And drew me from the deeps of death.
7 Great were my fears, my foes were great,
Much was their strength, and more their rage,
But Christ, my Lord, is conqueror still
In all the wars that devils wage.

8 My song for ever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
And give the glory to the Lord,
Due to his mercy and his power.

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PSALM 18. 20-26. PART II. L. M.

Sincerity proved and rewarded. LORD, thou hast seen my soul sincere. Hast made thy truth and love appear; Before mine eyes I set thy laws,

And thou hast owned my righteous cause. 2 Since I have learnt thy holy ways, I've walked upright before thy face; Or if my feet did e'er depart, 'Twas never with a wicked heart.

3 What sore temptations broke my rest!
What wars and strugglings in my breast!
But through thy grace that reigns within,
I guard against my darling sin:

4 That sin which close besets me still,
That works and strives against my will;
When shall thy Spirit's sovereign power
Destroy it that it rise no more?

5 With an impartial hand the Lord
Deals out to mortals their reward:
The kind and faithful souls shall find
A God as faithful and as kind.

6 The just and pure shall ever say,
Thou art more pure, more just than they;
And men that love revenge shall know,
God hath an arm of vengeance too.]

PSALM 18. 30, 31, 34, 35, 46. PART III. L. M.
Rejoicing in God; or, Salvation and triumph.

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JUST are thy ways, and true thy word,

Great Rock of my secure abode;

Who is a God beside the Lord?
Or where's a refuge like our God?
2 'Tis he that girds me with his might,
Gives me his holy sword to wield;
And while with sin and hell I fight,
Spreads his salvation for my shield.
3 He lives, (and blessed be my Rock!)
The God of my salvation lives.
The dark designs of hell are broke:
Sweet is the peace my Father gives.

4 Before the scoffers of the age

I will exalt my Father's name,
Nor tremble at their mighty rage,

But meet reproach, and bear the shame.

5 To David and his royal seed
Thy grace for ever shall extend;
Thy love to saints in Christ their head
Knows not a limit nor an end.

PSALM 18. PART I. C. M.

Victory and triumph over temporal enemies. E love thee, Lord, and we adore; Now is thine arm revealed;

1

Thou art our strength, our heavenly tower,
Our bulwark, and our shield.

2 We fly to our eternal Rock,
And find a sure defence;
His holy name our lips invoke,
And draw salvation thence.

3 When God, our leader, shines in arms,
What mortal heart can bear
The thunder of his loud alarms?
The lightning of his spear?

4 He rides upon the winged wind,
And angels in array

In millions wait to know his mind,
And swift as flames obey.

5 He speaks, and at his fierce rebuke,
Whole armies are dismayed;
His voice, his frown, his angry look
Strikes all their courage dead.

6 He forms our generals for the field,
With all their dreadful skill;
Gives them his awful sword to wield,
And makes their hearts of steel.

7 [He arms our captains to the fight,
Though there his name 's forgot;
He girded Cyrus with his might,
But Cyrus knew him not.

8 Oft has the Lord whole nations blest
For his own church's sake;

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The powers that give his people rest, Shall of his care partake.]

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PSALM 18. PART II. C. M.

The conqueror's song.

thine almighty arm we owe
The triumphs of the day;
Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,
And melt their strength away.

2 'Tis by thine aid our troops prevail,
And break united powers,

Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale
The proudest of their towers.

3 How have we chased them through the field,
And trod them to the ground,
While thy salvation was our shield,
But they no shelter found!

4 In vain to idol-saints they cry,

And perish in their blood;"
Where is the rock so great, so high,
So powerful as our God?

5 The Rock of Israel ever lives,
His name be ever blest;
'Tis his own arm the victory gives,
And gives his people rest.

6 On kings that reign as David did,
He pours his blessings down;
Secures their honours to their seed,
And well supports the crown.

watchfulness.

For a Lord's-day morning.

BER

EHOLD, the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;

His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.

2 But where the gospel comes,

It spreads diviner light;

It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight.

3 How perfect is thy word!

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And all thy judgments just!

For ever sure thy promise, Lord,
And men securely trust.

My gracious God, how plain
Are thy directions given!
O may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heaven!

PAUSE.

I hear thy word with love,
And I would fain obey;

Send thy good Spirit from above
To guide me, lest I stray.

O who can ever find

The errors of his ways?

Yet, with a bold presumptuous mind, I would not dare transgress.

Warn me of every sin,

Forgive my secret faults,

And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, Whose crimes exceed my thoughts.

While with my heart and tongue I spread thy praise abroad, Accept the worship and the song, My Saviour and my God.

PSALM 19. L. M.

1

HE heavens declare thy glory, Lord,

Tin heavena deyare

But when our eyes behold thy word,"
We read thy name in fairer lines.

2 The rolling sun, the changing light,
And nights and days, thy power confess;
But the blest volume thou hast writ
Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand:
So when thy truth begun its race,
It touched and glanced on every land.
4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest,
Till through the world thy truth has run;
Till Christ has all the nations blest,
That see the light, or feel the sun.

15 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Bless the dark world with heavenly light;
Thy gospel makes the simple wise;
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.
6 Thy noblest wonders here we view
In souls renewed and sins forgiven;
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew,
And make thy word my guide to heaven.
PSALM 19.

To the tune of the 113th Psalm.

The book of nature and scripture.

GREAT God, the heaven's well ordered frame

Declares the glories of thy name;

There thy rich works of wonder shine:
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear

Of boundless power and skill divine.

2 From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light

Lectures of heavenly wisdom read;
With silent eloquence they raise
Our thoughts to our Creator's praise.
And neither sound nor language need.
3 Yet their divine instructions run
Far as the journeys of the sun,

And every nation knows their voice:
The sun, like some young bridegroom drest,
Breaks from the chambers of the east,

Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice. 4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad, He smiles and speaks his maker God;

All nature joins to show thy praise:
Thus God in every creature shines:
Fair is the book of nature's lines,
But fairer is thy book of grace.
PAUSE.

5 I love the volumes of thy word;
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls benighted and distrest!
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,

Thy promise leads my heart to rest.
6 From the discoveries of thy law,
The perfect rules of life I draw,

These are my study and delight:
Not honey so invites the taste,
Nor gold that hath the furnace past,
Appears so pleasing to the sight.

7 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes, And warn me where my danger lies;

But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord,
That makes my guilty conscience clean,
Converts my soul, subdues my sin,

And gives a free but large reward.

8 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults,

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And from presumptuous sins restrain :
Accept my poor attempts of praise,
That I have read thy book of grace,
And book of nature, not in vain.
PSALM 20. L. M.
Prayer and hope of victory.
For a day of prayer in time of war.
NOW may the God of power and grace
Attend his people's humble cry!
Jehovah hears when Israel prays,
And brings deliverance from on high.
2 The name of Jacob's God defends
Better than shields or brazen walls;
He from his sanctuary sends
Succour and strength when Zion calls.
3 Well he remembers all our sighs,
His love exceeds our best deserts;
His love accepts the sacrifice
Of humble groans and broken hearts.

4 In his salvation is our hope,
And, in the name of Israel's God,
Our troops shall lift their banners up,
Our navies spread their flags abroad.

5 Some trust in horses trained for war, And some of chariots make their boast; Our surest expectations are

From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts. 6 [O may the memory of thy name Inspire our armies for the fight!

Our foes shall fall and die with shame, Or quit the field with shameful flight.] 7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear, Now let our hopes be firm and strong, Till the salvation shall appear, And joy and triumph raise the song.

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PSALM 21. C. M.

Our king is the care of heaven.

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HE king, O Lord, with songs of praise,
Shall in thy strength rejoice;

And, blest with thy salvation, raise

To heaven his cheerful voice.

2 Thy sure defence, through nations round, Has spread his glorious name;

And his successful actions crowned
With majesty and fame.

3 Then let the king on God alone
For timely aid rely;

His mercy shall support the throne,
And all our wants supply.

4 But, righteous Lord, his stubborn foes
Shall feel thy dreadful hand;

Thy vengeful arm shall find out those
That hate his mild command.

5 When thou against them dost engage,
Thy just but dreadful doom
Shall, like a fiery oven's rage,
Their hopes and them consume.

6 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare, And thus exalt thy fame;

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Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare
For thine almighty name.

PSALM 21. 1-9. L. M.

Christ exalted to the kingdom.

D'Raised to the throne by special grace,
But Christ the Son appears at length,
Fulfils the triumph and the praise.

AVID rejoiced in God his strength,

2 How great is the Messiah's joy
In the salvation of thy hand!
Lord, thou hast raised his kingdom high,
And given the world to his command.
3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will,
Nor doth the least request withhold;
Blessings of love prevent him still,
And crowns of glory, not of gold.
4 Honour and majesty divine
Around his sacred temples shine;
Blest with the favour of thy face,
And length of everlasting days.

5 Thine hand shall find out all his foes;
And as a fiery oven glows
With raging heat and living coals,
So shall thy wrath devour their souls.

PSALM 22. 1-16. PART I. C. M.
Sufferings and death of Christ.
WHY has my God my soul forsook,

Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)

2 Though 'tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.

3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliverance found;
But I'm a worm, despised of men,
And trodden to the ground.

4 Shaking the head they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
In vain he trusts in God,' they cry,
Neglected and forlorn."

5 But thou art he who formed my flesh By thine almighty word,

And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.

6 Why will my Father hide his face
When foes stand threatening round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not an helper found?

PAUSE.

7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,

As bulls of Bashan fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.

8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet
To multiply the smart;

They nail my hands, they pierce my feet; And try to vex my heart.

9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,

Why will my heavenly Father bruise
The Son he loves so well?

10 My God, if possible it be,

Withhold this bitter cup;

But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.

11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown, In groans I waste my breath;

Thy heavy hand has brought me down
Low as the dust of death.

12 Father, I give my spirit up,

And trust it in thy hand;

My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command.

PSALM 22. 20, 21, 27-31. PART II. C. M.

1.

Christ's sufferings and kingdom.

TOW from the roaring lion's rage,

O Lord, protect thy Son;
Nor leave thy darling to engage

The powers of hell alone.'

2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray,
With mighty cries and tears;
God heard him in that dreadful day
And chased away his fears.

3 Great was the victory of his death,
His throne exalted high;
And all the kindreds of the earth
Shall worship or shall die.

4 A numerous offspring must arise
From his expiring groans;

They shall be reckoned, in his eyes, For daughters and for sons.

5 The meek and humble souls shall see His table richly spread;

And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.

6 The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God;

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And nations yet unborn profess
Salvation in his blood.

PSALM 22. L. M.

Christ's sufferings and exaltation.
OW let our mournful songs record
The dying sorrows of our Lord;

When he complained in tears and blood,
As one forsaken of his God.

2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,
And shake their heads and laugh in scorn;
'He rescued others from the grave;
Now let him try himself to save.

3 This is the man did once pretend
God was his Father and his Friend:
If God the blessed loved him so,
Why doth he fail to help him now?'