From RAVENSCROFT'S Psalter, 1621.

OW bless'd is he who ne'er consents

HOW

By ill advice to walk;

Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
Where men profanely talk.
But makes the perfect law of God
His business and delight;
Devoutly reads therein by day,
And meditates by night.

Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams,
With timely fruit does bend,
He still shall flourish, and success
All his designs attend.

For God approves the just man's ways,
To happiness they tend;

But sinners, and the paths they tread,
Shall both in ruin end.

THO

III.

I.-(3, 4, 5. 8.)

N. V.

HOU, gracious Lord, art my defence;
On Thee my hopes rely;

Thou art my glory, and shalt yet
Lift up my head on high.
Since whensoe'er in like distress
To God I made my prayer,
He heard me from His holy hill,
Why should I now despair?
Guarded by Him, I laid me down

My sweet repose to take;
For I through Him securely sleep,
Through Him in safety wake.
Salvation to the Lord belongs,

He only can defend;

His blessing He extends to all,
That on His power depend.