2 Lord, fhall the wicked ftill deride
Thy juftice and thy power?

Shall they erect their heads in pride,
And better men devour ?

3 Arife, O God! lift up thy hand,
Attend our humble cry;

No enemy fhall dare to ftand
When God our help is nigh.

4 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And ftill incline thine ear;

Thou knoweft what thy children fay
And thou their voice wilt hear.
5 Proud tyrants fhall no more opprefs,
No more despise the juft;

And mighty finners fhall confefs
They are but earth and dust.

Pfalm XI.

Long Metre.

The Fufice of Divine Providence.

ON God my ftedfaft hopes rely 5

Why do my foes infulting cry,

WATTS.

[b]

Fly like a timorous, trembling dove, "And feek the mountain's lonesome grove."

2 Behold the wicked aim their darts
Against the men of upright hearts!
If government be overthrown,

Who then the injur'd caufe will own?
3 The Lord, enthron'd above the sky,
On fuffering virtue cafts his eye;
Tho' he afflicts his faints, to prove
Their patience, and to try their love;

4 Yet lawless hands and hearts impure,
His frowns vindictive will endure;
His lightning wings its rapid way,
His thunder fills them with dismay.

5 Where truth and juftice hold their place,
God will reveal his gracious face;
Delighted in the upright mind

His own reflected beams to find.

MERRICK, varied.

Pfalm XII. Common Metre. [b]

Corruption of Manners.

ELP, Lord! for men of virtue fail,

H Religion lofes ground;

The fons of wickednefs prevail,
And treacheries abound.

2 Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatterer's part;
With fair deceitful lips they fpeak,
And with a double heart.

3

Scoffers appear on every fide,

Where a vile race of men

"Are rais'd to feats of power and pride,
And bear the fword in vain.

4 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blafphemy grows bold;
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxen cold;

5 Is not thy chariot haftening on?
Haft thou not given the fign?
May we not truft and live upon
A promife fo divine?

6 Thy words like filver feven times try'd, Thro' ages fhall endure;

The men who in thy truth confide,

Shall find the promise fure.

WATTS.

Pfalm XIII. Common Metre. [b]

Complaint under Temptation.

TOW long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay ?

HOW

When wilt thou fend thy heavenly rays
To drive my fears away?

2 How long fhall my diftreffed foul
Struggle and toil in vain ?

Thy word can all my foes control,
Ánd eafe my raging pain.

3 Be thou my fun, and thou my fhield,
My foul in fafety keep ;

4

Make hafte, before my eyes are feal'd
In death's eternal fleep.

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

And all the hofts of hell grow proud
At thy fo long delay!

5 But they fhall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;

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

Thou wilt display that fovereign grace
On which my hopes have hung;
I fhall employ my lips in praife,
And victory fhall be fung,

WATTL

No flanders dwell upon his tongue,
He hates to do his neighbour wrong.
3 He will not truft an ill report,
Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt;
Sinners of ftate he can defpife,
But faints are honour'd in his eyes.

4

Firm to his word he ever ftood,
And always makes his promife good;
Nor will he change the thing he fwears,
Whatever pain or lofs he bears.

5 He never deals in bribing gold,
And mourns that juftice fhould be fold;
If others vex and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.
6 He loves his enemies, and prays

For those who curfe him to his face;
And doth to all n.en ftill the fame
That he could hope or with from them...
7 Yet when his holieft works are done,
His foul depends on grace alone :
This is the man thy face shall fee,
And dwell forever, Lord, with thee.

WATTS.

Pfalm XVI. First Part. L. M. [b]

PR

Good Works profitable to Men.

RESERVE me, Lord, in time of need:
For fuccour to thy throne I flee;
But have no merit there to plead,
My goodness cannot reach to thee.

2 Oft have my heart and tongue confeft
How empty and how poor I am;
My praife can never make thee blest,
Nor add new glory to thy name.

3 Yet, Lord, thy faints on earth may reap Some profit by the good I do ;

4

These are the company I keep,

Thefe are the choiceft friends I know.

Let others choose the fons of mirth

To give a relifh to their wine;

I love the men of heavenly birth,

Whofe works and language are divine.

WATTS.

Pfalm XVI. Second Part. C. M. [b]

L

The Bleffings of Nature and Grace.

ET heathens to their idols hafte, And worship wood or ftone; But my delightful lot is caft

Where the true God is known.

2 In this enlighten'd, pleafant land,
My happy portion lies;

Where nature's ever bounteous hand
All human want fupplies.

3 Therefore my foul fhall blefs the Lord,
Whose precepts give me light,

And confolation ftill afford

In forrow's difmal night.

4 I strive each action to approve
To thine all-feeing eye;
No danger fhall my hope remove,
For thou art ever nigh.

Thou shalt the paths of life difplay,
Which to thy prefence lead;

Where pleasures dwell without allay,
And joys which never fade.

WATTS and TATE, varied.