I 2 3 4 IV. PSALM I. Long Met. H The fame. APPY the man, who never treads The finner's wide and beaten road; Follows not where the fcoffer leads, Nor thinks it wit to brave his God. The power that made him he reveres ; The grace that bleffes him he loves; And thus fecured, he nobly bears His part in all that God approves. As the rich grain in cultured fields. Spreads a wide bleffing thro' the land; So virtue's richer fruits he yields, And God accepts them at his hand. But from the wafte no bleffings fpring; The fire confumes whate'er it grows. And fo fhall heaven's offended King Give to deftruction all his foes. V. PSALM II. Com. Met. TATE. CHRIST'S univerfal Kingdom, and Triumph over all I WH Oppofition. HY do the heathen nations rage? What means their rude alarm? With heaven in impious war engage! And raise the rebel arm. 2 The great in council and in might Against the Lord they all unite, 3 And fhall we bow to their commands? No! let us break their flavish bands, 4 But God, who fits enthron'd on high, 5 Though madly you difpute my will, 6 Guided by my unerring views, 2 3 VI. PSALM II. Short Met. WATTS. M The fame. AKER and fovereign Lord Of heaven, and earth, and feas, Thy providence confirms thy word, And answers thy decrees. Rulers and kings agree To form a vain defign; Against the Lord their powers unite, Against his Christ they join. The Lord derides their rage, And will fupport his throne; He hailed him his beloved Son, And God his Son will own. 4 He asks, and God bestows 5 I A rich inheritance; Far as the rational world extends While on each rebel mind The Son will vindicate the cause VII. H PSALM III. Long Met. MERRICK. A Morning Pfalm. AIL to the morn, and morning's Lord! Thy fervants from th' expecting grave; PSALM VIII. PSALM III. Com. Met. WATTS. Penitence acceptable to Mercy. Y God, how awful are my fears! Μ' How my worst foes increase! Arrayed against my future hope 3 It did defcend, the grace that loves That welcomes the relenting heart, 4. Then let the hosts of death and hell Nor death nor hell fhall shake my foul, 5 But, O my God, thy aid impart To raise my thoughts, to heal my heart, 6 Nor let me e'er by crime renew 2 3 4 5 X. I IX. T PSALM IV. Long Met. WATTS. HUS far my God has led me on, Much of my time has run to waste, I'll lay my body down to fleep; And when the hour of death fhall come, Still may I truft Almighty love; The love, that triumphs o'er the tomb, PSALM IV. Com. Met. Mrs. STEELE. In GOD and his Favour is the only Happiness. HEN fancy fpreads the boldeft wings, WH Amid th' unbounded fcene of things, |