PSAL M S,

Pfalm I. Common Metre.

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The Happiness of the Righteous and the Mifery of the Wicked,

LEST is the man who fhuns the place

BLE

Where finners love to meet;

Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the fcoffer's feat.

2 But in the ftatutes of the Lord
Has plac'd his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the word,
And meditates by night.

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5

He like a tree of generous kind,
By living waters fet,

Safe from the ftorm and blafting wind
Enjoys a peaceful state.

Green as the leaf, and ever fair

Shall his profeffion shine; Whilft fruits of holinefs appear Like clusters on the vine.

Not fo the impious and unjuft!

What vain defigns they form! Their hopes are blown away like duft,

Or, chaff before the ftorm.

Sinners in judgment fhall not stand
Among the fons of grace;

When Chrift, the Judge, at his right hand Appoints his faints a place.

7 His eye beholds the path they tread,

His heart approves it well; But crooked ways of finners lead Down to the gates of hell.

WATTS.

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Pfalm 11. Common Metre.

The Exaltation of Chrift.

TTEND, O earth, when God declares
His uncontroll'd decree;

"Thou art my Son, this day, my heir, "Have I begotten thee.

2 "Upon my holy Zion's hill

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4

"My King I thee ordain;

"And tho' thy foes difpute my will,
"Thou fhalt forever reign.

"Afk and receive thy full demands,
"Thine fhall the heathen be;
"The utmoft limits of the lands
"Shall be poffefs'd by thee.

"Thy righteous fceptre thou fhalt fway,
"And all thy foes command;
"Juft as the potter breaks the clay,

"And moulds it with his hand."

5 Be wife, ye princes, then, give ear
Ye judges of the earth;
Worship the Lord with holy fear,
Rejoice with awful mirth.

Approach the Son with due respect,
To him your homage pay;

Left ye perfift in your neglect,
And perish in your way.

If but in part his anger rife,
Who can endure the flame?

Then bleft are they whofe hope relies
On his moft holy name.

TATE, varied.

Pfalm II. Short Metre.

The Death, Refurrection and Glory of Chrift.

MAKER, and fovereign Lord

Of heaven, and earth, and feas,
Thy providence confirms thy word,
And answers thy decrees.

2 The things fo long foretold
By David, are fulfill'd;

When Jews and Gentiles join'd to flay
Jefus, thy holy child.

3 Why did the Gentiles rage,

And Jews with one accord
Unite their counfels to deftroy
Th' anointed of the Lord ?
4 Rulers and kings agree
To form a vain defign;

Against the Lord they join their powers;
Against his Chrift combine.

5 The Lord derides their rage,

And will fupport his throne;
He who hath rais'd him from the dead,
Hath own'd him for his Son,

6 He afks, and God beftows

A vaft inheritance;

Far as the earth's remoteft ends
His kingdom fhall advance,

WATT

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Palm III. Common Metre.

Doubts and Fears suppressed.

My How faft my foes increase!
MY

Y God, how many are my fears!

Their number, how it multiplies!
How fatal to my peace!

2 The lying tempter would perfuade
There's no relief from heaven;
And all my fwelling fins appear
Too great to be forgiven.

3 But thou, O Lord, art my defence,
On thee my hopes rely;
My finking spirit thou wilt raife,
And lift my head on high.

4 In former times of deep diftrefs
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 fweet repofe to take;
For I through him fecurely fleep,
Through him in fafety wake.
6 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His arm alone can save;

Bleffings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

TATE and WATTS, united and varied.

Pfalm IV. ver. 6, 7.

C. M. [ or b]

True Happiness only in Gǝd.

HEN fancy fpreads her boldeft wings,

WHE And wanders unconfin'd,

Amidft the varied fcene of things

Which entertain the mind;

2 In vain we trace creation o'er,
In fearch of facred reft,
The whole creation is too poor
To make us fully bleft.

3

In vain would this low world employ
Each flattering fpecious wile,
For what can yield a real joy

But our Creator's fmile?

4 Let earth with all her charms depart,
Unworthy of the mind;
In God alone our restless heart
An equal blifs can find.

5 Great Source of all felicity,
To thee our wishes tend!

Do not these wishes rife from thee,
And in thy favour end?

6 Thy favour, Lord, is all we want,
Here would our spirit reft;

O feal the rich, the boundless grant,
And make us fully bleft.

Mrs. STEELE.

Plaim IV. ver. 8. Long Metre. [*]

TH

An Evening Song.

HUS far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far his power prolongs my days,
And every evening fhall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to wafte,
And I perhaps am near my home e;
But he forgives my follies paft,
And gives me ftrength for days to come,
3 I lay my body down to fleep,
Peace is the pillow for my head;