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Where Pleasures dwell without Allay,
PSA L M XVII.
their swelling Rage controul; From wicked Men, who are thy Sword,
deliver thou my Soul. 2 From worldly Men, thy sharpest Scourge,
whole Portion's here below; Who, fill'd wiih earı hly-Stores, aspire
no other Bliss to know.
their Substance while they live:
the vait Remainder give.
shall view without Controul: And, waking, thail its Image find reflected in my Soul.
PSA L M XVIII. I N O Change of Times shall ever shock
my firm Affection, Lord, to thee, For thou hast always been a Rock,
a Fortress and Defence to me. 2 Thou my Deliy’rer art, my God; .
my Trust is in thy mighty Pow'r: Thou art my Shield from Foes abroad, At Home my Safe-guard and my Tow'r.
PS A L M XVIII. P. ĝi . W HEN God arose to take my Part,
the conscious Earth did quake for Fear; From their firm Posts the Hills did start,
nor could his dreadful Fury bear. 2 Thick Clouds of Smoke dispers'd abroad,
Enfigns of Wrath before him came;
that Coals were kindled at its Flame. 3 He left the beauteous Realms of Light,
whilft Heav'n bow'd down its awful Head; Beneath his Feet substantial Night,
was, like a fable Carpet, spread. 4 The Chariot of the King of Kings,
which active Troops of Angels drew, On a strong Tempest's rapid Wings,
with most amazing Swiftness flew. 5 Black wat'ry Mists and Clouds conspir'd
with thickeft Shades his Face to veil; But at his Brightness soon retir’d,
and fell in Show'rs of Fire and Hail. 6 Thro’ Heav'n's wide Arch a thund'ring Peal,
God's angry Voice did loudly roar: While Earth's fad Face, with Heaps of Hail,
and Flakes of Fire, was cover'd o’er. 7 His charpen’d Arrows round he threw,
which made his scatter'd Foes retreat; Like Darts his nimble Light'ning flew,
and quickly finish'd rheir Defeat. 8 The Deep its secret Stores disclos'd;
the World's Foundations naked lay,
By his avenging Wrath expos'd,
PS A L M XVIII. O. V.
and bow'd the Heav'ns high:
the Darkness of the Sky.
full royally t.e rode:
PSA L M XIX.
The Firmament and Stars express
their great Creator's Skill.
'Tis Nature's Voice, and understood.
alike by all Mankind,
Whose bright Contents the circling Sun
s From East to West, from West to East,
his restless Course he goes: And, thro' his Progress, cheerful Light and vital Warmth bestows.
PSA L M XIX. P. 2. I COD's perfect Law converts the Soul,
reclaims from falle Desires; With sacred Wisdom his sure Word
the Ignorant inspires. 2 The Statutes of the Lord are just,
and bring sincere Delight : His pure Commands in Search of Truth,
assist the feeblert Sight. 3 His perfect Worship here is fix'd,
on sure Foundations laid: His equal Laws are in the Scales
of Truth and Justice we gh’d. 4. Of more Efteem than goiden Mines,
or Gold refin’d with Skill; More sweet than Honey, or the Drops,
that from the Coinb diftil. 5 My trusty Councellors they are,
and friendly Warnings give; Divine Rewards attend on those, who by thy Precepts five.
PSALM XXIII. ' I THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord, vouchsafes to be my Guide;
The Shepherd by whose constant Care
my Wants are all supply'd. 2 In tender Grafs he makes me feed,
and gently there repofe ; Then leads me to coul Shades, and where
refreshing Water flows.
and to his endless Praise,
in his most righteous Ways.
from Fear and Danger free;
defend and comfort me.
he does my Table spread;
With Oil anoints mine Head. 6 Since God does thus his wond'rous Love
through all my Life extend, That Life to him I will devote,
and in his Temple spend.
PSA L M XXIII. O. V.
I nothing therefore I need:
he setteth me to feed.
and bring my Mind in frame;