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the man who shuns the place

Where sinners love to meet;
Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the scoffer's seat:

2 But in the statutes of the Lord

Has placed his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the word,
And meditates by night.

3 [He, like a plant of generous kind,
By living waters set,

Safe from the storms and blasting wind, Enjoys a peaceful state.]

4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair,

Shall his profession shine, While 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 dust

Or chaff before the storm.

13 He, like a plant by gentle streams,
Shall flourish in immortal green;

And heaven will shine with kindest beams
On every work his hands begin.

4 But sinners find their counsels crost;
As chaff before the tempest flies,

So shall their hopes be blown and lost.
When the last trumpet shakes the skies.

5 In vain the rebel seeks to stand
In judgment with the pious race;
The dreadful Judge, with stern command,
Divides him to a different place.

6 Straight is the way my saints have trod; I blest the path, and drew it plain;

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But you would choose the crooked road, And down it leads to endless pain."

PSALM 2. S. M.

Translated according to the divine pattern, Acts iv. 24, &c.

Christ dying, rising, interceding, and reigning.

MAKER and sovereign Lord

Of heaven, and earth, and seas,

Thy providence confirms thy word,

And answers thy decrees.

His study and delight,

Amidst the labours of the day

And watches of the night.

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His works are heavenly fruit.

He asks, and God bestows

A large inheritance;

The merit of his blood he pleads,

And pleads his heavenly birth.

Far as the world's remotest ends

They no such blessings find:

His kingdom shall advance.

Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff Before the driving wind.

5 How will they bear to stand

He'll vindicate those honours well

Before that judgment seat,

Which he received from God.

Where all the saints at Christ's right hand

In full assembly meet?

And worship at his throne:

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 rebel that withstands.'

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

Adore the King of heavenly birth,

And tremble at his word.

6 With humble love address his throne; For if he frown, ye die:

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

PSALM 2. L. M.

Christ's death, resurrection, and ascension.

WHY did the Jews proclaim their rage?

15 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,

In spite of all my foes;

I woke, and wondered at the grace
That guarded my repose.]

6 What though the hosts of death and hell
All armed against me stood,
Terrors no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.

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

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.

PSALM 3. 1-5, 8. L. M.

A Morning Psalm.
LORD, how many are my foes

Against the Lord their powers engage

His dear Anointed to destroy?

2 Come, let us break his bands,' they say,

This man shall never give us laws;

And thus they cast his yoke away,
And nailed the Monarch to the cross.

3 But God, who high in glory reigns,
Laughs at their pride, their rage controls;
Hell vex their hearts with inward pains,
And speak in thunder to their souls.
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." 5 [His wondrous rising from the earth Makes his eternal Godhead known; The Lord declares his heavenly birth, This day have I begot my Son.

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10 His storms shall drive you quick to hell;
He is a God, and ye but dust:
Happy the souls that know him well,
And make his grace their only trust.
PSALM 3. C. M.

Doubts and fears supprest; or, God our defence from sin and Satan.

M'How fast my foes increase!

Y God, how many are my fears!

Conspiring my eternal death,

They break my present peace.

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

3 But thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread,

Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,
And raise my drooping head."

4 [I cried, and from his holy hill
He bowed a listening ear;
I called my Father and my God,
And he subdued my fear.

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

2 Tired with the burdens of the day,
To thee I raised an evening cry;
Thou heardest when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.
3 Supported by thine heavenly aid,
I laid me down and slept secure ;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.
4 But God sustained me all the night;
Salvation doth to God belong;

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He raised my head to see the light,
And make his praise my morning song.

PSALM 4. 1-3, 5-7. L. M.
Hearing of prayer; or, God our portion, and
Christ our hope.

GOD of grace and righteousness,
Hear and attend when I complain;
Thou hast enlarged me in distress,
Bow down a gracious ear again.

2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try
To turn my glory into shame;
How long will scoffers love to lie,
And dare reproach my Saviour's name?

3 Know that the Lord divides his saints
From all the tribes of men beside;
He hears the cry of penitents,

For the dear sake of Christ that died.

4 When our obedient hands have done
A thousand works of righteousness,
We put our trust in God alone,
And glory in his pardoning grace.
5 Let the unthinking many say,

Who will bestow some earthly good?"
But, Lord, thy light and love we pray,
Our souls desire this heavenly food.

6 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice
At grace and favours so divine;
Nor will I change my happy choice,
For all their corn, and all their wine.

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I'll give mine eyes to sleep;

Thy hand in safety keeps my days,

And will my slumbers keep.

PSALM 5. C. M.

For the Lord's-day morning.
ORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;

To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye;

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne

Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand:
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

PAUSE.

6 My watchful enemies combine
To tempt my feet astray;
They flatter with a base design
To make my soul their prey.

7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,
And all his plots destroy;

While those that in thy mercy trust
For ever shout for joy.

8 The men that love and fear thy name,
Shall see their hopes fulfilled :
The mighty God will compass them
With favour, as a shield.

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PSALM 6. C. M.

Complaint in sickness; or, Diseases healed.

N anger, Lord, rebuke me not;

dreadful storm;

Nor let thy fury grow so hot

Against a feeble worm.

2 My soul's bowed down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain opprest;

My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.

3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days,
I waste the night with cries,
Counting the minutes as they pass,
Till the slow morning rise.

4 Shall I be still tormented more?
Mine eye consumed with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief?

5 He hears when dust and ashes speak,
He pities all our groans;

He saves us for his mercy's sake,
And heals our broken bones.

6 The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath;

For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death.

PSALM 6. L. M.

Temptations in sickness overcome.

LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,

When thou with kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,

O let it not against me rise!

In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night My bed is watered with my tears; My grief consumes and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave,

My thoughts are tempted to despair;
But graves can never praise the Lord,
For all is dust and silence there.

6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul;
And all despairing thoughts depart;
My God, who hears my humble moan,
Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

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PSALM 7. C. M.

God's care of his people, and punishment of persecutors.

MY trust is in my heavenly Friend;

My hope in thee, my God:
Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those that seek my blood.
2 With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear,

As hungry lions rend the prey,
When no deliverer 's near.

3 If I had e'er provoked them first,
Or once abused my foe,
Then let him tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honour low.

4 If there be malice found in me,
I know thy piercing eyes;
I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.

5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,
Their pride and power control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliverance for my soul.

PAUSE.

6 [Let sinners and their wicked rage
Be humbled to the dust;
Shall not the God of truth engage
To vindicate the just?

7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend the upright;

His sharpest arrows he ordains
Against the sons of spite.

8 For me their malice digged a pit,
But there themselves are cast;
My God makes all their mischief light
On their own heads at last.]

9 That cruel persecuting race
Must feel his dreadful sword:
Awake, my soul, and praise the grace
And justice of the Lord.

And sucklings thou canst draw
Surprising honours to thy name,
And strike the world with awe.]
O Lord, our heavenly King,
Thy name is all divine:

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.
PSALM 8. C. M.

Christ's condescension and glorification; or,
God made man.

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LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heavenly state
Let men and babes proclaim.

2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light;

3 Lord, what is man or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,

That thou shouldst visit him with grace,
And love his nature so?

4 That thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form;

Made lower than his angels are,
To save a dying wormi.

5 [Yet while he lived on earth unknown,
And men would not adore,

The obedient seas and fishes own'
His Godhead and his power.

6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet;
And fish, at his command,

Bring their large shoals to Peter's net,
Bring tribute to his hand.

7 These lesser glories of the Son

Shone through the fleshly cloud;
Now we behold him on his throne,
And men confess him God.]

8 Let him be crowned with majesty,
Who bowed his head to death;
And be his honours sounded high
By all things that have breath.

9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heavenly state
Let the whole earth proclaim.

PSALM 8. 1, 2, paraphrased.
PART I. L. M.

The Hosanna of the Children; or, Infants praising God.

ALMIGHTY, Ruler of the skies,

Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise

O'er all the heavens thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young A monument of honour raise; And babes, with uninstructed tongue, Declare the wonders of thy praise. 3 Thy power assists their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground, To still the bold blasphemer's rage, And all their policies confound. 4 Children amidst thy temple throng To see their great Redeemer's face; The Son of David is their song, And young Hosannas fill the place. 5 The frowning scribes and angry priests In vain their impious cavils bring; Revenge sits silent in their breasts, While Jewish babes proclaim their King.

PSALM 8. 3, &c. paraphrased.
PART II. L. M.

Adam and Christ, lords of the old and the new creation.

LORD, what was man when made at first,
Adam the offspring of the dust,

That thou shouldst set him and his race
But just below an angel's place?

2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so,
And make him lord of all below;
Make every beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet?

3 But O, what brighter glories wait
To crown the second Adam's state!
What honours shall thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born!

4. See him below his angels made!
See him in dust amongst the dead,
To save a ruined world from sin!
But he shall reign with power divine.
5 The world to come, redeemed from all
The miseries that attend the fall,
New made and glorious, shall submit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.

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8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,
Make them confess that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.]

PSALM 10. C. M.

Prayer heard and saints saved; or, Pride, atheism, and oppression punished.

For a humiliation day.

WHY doth the Lord stand off so far?

And why conceal his face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress?

2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy power?

Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?

3 They put thy judgments from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
Thy boast in their exalted height,
That they shall fall no more.

4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand,
Attend our humble cry;

No enemy shall dare to stand
When God ascends on high.

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8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,
No more despise the just;
And mighty sinners shall confess
They are but earth and dust.

PSALM 11. L. M.

God loves the righteous, and hates the wicked.

MY refuge is the God of love;

Why do my foes insult and cry,

Fly like a timorous trembling dove,
To distant woods or mountains fly?"

2 If government be all destroyed,
(That firm foundation of their peace,)
And violence make justice void,
Where shall the righteous seek redress?

3 The Lord in heaven has fixed his throne,
His eye surveys the world below;
To him all mortal things are known,
His eye-lids search our spirits through.
4 If he afflicts his saints so far,

To prove their love, and try their grace,
What may the bold transgressors fear?
His very soul abhors their ways.

5 On impious wretches he shall rain
Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death,
Such as he kindled on the plain
Of Sodom, with his angry breath.

6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere,
And with a gracious eye beholds

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The men that his own image bear.

PSALM 12. L. M.

The saint's safety and hope in evil times; or, Sins of the tongue complained of. viz. blasphemy, falsehood, &c.

ORD, if thou dost not soon appear,
Virtue and truth will fly away;

A faithful man, amongst us here,

Will scarce be found, if thou delay.

3 But lips that with deceit abound,
Shall not maintain their triumph long;
The God of vengeance will confound
The flattering and blaspheming tongue.
Yet shall our words be free,' they cry;
Our tongues shall be controlled by none:
Where is the Lord will ask us why?

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Or say, our lips are not our own?"

5 The Lord, who sees the poor opprest, And hears the oppressor's haughty strain, Will rise to give his children rest, Nor shall they trust his word in vain. 6 Thy word, O Lord, though often tried, Void of deceit shall still appear; Not silver, seven times purified

From dross and mixture, shine so clear. 7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm; Though when the vilest men have power, On every side will sinners swarm.

HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain,

Like one that seeks his God in vain ? Canst thou thy face for ever hide,

And I still pray and be denied?

2 Shall I for ever be forgot,

As one whom thou regardest not?
Still shall my soul thine absence mourn,
And still despair of thy return?

3 How long shall my poor troubled breast
Be with these anxious thoughts opprest,
And Satan, my malicious foe,
Rejoice to see me sunk so low?

Is filled with trifles loose and vain:

Their lips are flattery and deceit,

And their proud language is profane.

Before my death conclude my grief: If thou withhold thy heavenly light,

I sleep in everlasting night.