M XXVII. The Magiftrate's pfalm. ERCY and judgment are my fong; If I am raif'd to bear the fword. Let wifdom all my actions guide, No fons of flander, rage, and ftrife, [I'll fearch the land and raise the juft In vain fhall finners hope to rife, The The impious crew (that factious band) XXVIII. A pfalm for a master of a family. OF F juftice and of grace I fing, Thy grace and justice, heav'nly King, Now to my tent, O God, repair, The man that doth his neighbour wrong, The fcornful eye, the fland'rous tongue, I'll feek the faithful and the juft, And will their help enjoy : Thefe are the friends that I fhall truft, The fervants I'll employ. The wretch that deals in fly deceit, The liar's tongue I'll ever hate, I'll purge my family around, PSALM XXIX. Praife to our Creator. E nations round the earth rejoice YE Before the Lord, your fov'reign King:: Praife with cheerful heart and voice, With all your tongues his glories fing. The Lord is God: 'tis he alone Doth life, and breath, and being give: Enter his gates with fongs of joy, The Lord is good, the Lord is kind; HYMNS. HYMNS. G HYMN I. For Monday Morning. OD of the morning, at whofe voice, The cheerful fun makes hafte to rife, And like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey thro' the fkies. From the fair chambers of the east The circuit of his race begins, And without weariness or reft, Round the whole earth he flies and fhines: Oh, like the fun, may I fulfil Th' appointed duties of the day, [But I fhall rove and lofe the race, And And leave me in this world's wide maze, Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Grant me thy counfel for my guide, HYMN II. A fong for morning or evening. MY Y God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new And morning mercies from above Gently diftill like early dew. ; Thou spread'ft the curtains of the night, I yield my pow'rs to thy command; HYMN |