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By his avenging Wrath expos'd,
And underneath his Feet he cast
the Darkness of the Sky.
And on the Wings of mighty Wind's
The Firmament and Stars express
their great Creator's Skill.
From darkest Night's successive Rounds
'Tis Nature's Voice, and understood
5 From East: to West, from West to East, his restless Course he goes: Aud, thro' hi? Progress, cheerful Light and vital Warmth bestows.
PSALM XIX. P. 2.
1 f** OD's perfect Law converts the Soul, ^* reclaims from false Desires; With sacred Wisdom his sure Word
the Ignorant inspires.
2 The Statutes of the Lord arejust,
and bring sincere Delight His puTe Commands in Search of Truth, assist the feeble t bight.
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 Esteem than golden Mines,
or Gold resin'd with Skill; More sweet than Honey, or the Drops, that from the Comb distil.
5 My trusty Counceliors they are,
and friendly Warnings give; Divine Rewards attend on those, who by thy Precepts five.
I HpHE Lord himself, the mighty Lord, •"- vouchsafes to be my Guide;
B 2 Tbe
The Shepherd bv whose constant Care my Wants are all lupply'd.
2 In tender Grass he makes me feed,
and gently there repose; Then leads me to Coji Shades, and where refreshing Water flows.
3 H • does my wand'nng Soul reclaim,
and to his endless Praise, Instruct with humble Zeal to walk in his most righteous Ways.
4 I pass the gloomy Vale of Death,
from Fear and Danger free;
5 In Presence of my spiteful Foes
he does my Table spread; He crowns my Cup with cheerful Wine, With Oil anoints mine Head.
6 Since God does thus his wond'rous Lovg
through all my Life extend, That Life to him I will devote, and in his Temple spend.
PSALM XXIII. O. V.
t A/fY Shepherd is the living Lord,
To walk in Paths of Righteousiiese,
for his most holy Name. 3 Vea, tho' 1 walk in Vale of Death, yet will I fear no sl1;' Thy Rod and Stasf do comfort me, and thou art with me still. 4. And in the Presence of my Foes my Table thou shalt spread: Thou wilt fill full my Cup, and thou anointed hast my Head. 5 Thro' all my Life thy Favour is so frankly shew'd to me, That in thy House for evermore my dwelling Place shall be.
The World and they that dwell therein, by fov'reign Right are his.
2 He fram'd and fix'd it on the Seas;
and his almighty Hand, Upon inconstant Floods has made the stable Fabric stand.
3 But for himself this Lord of all
one chosen Seat design'd: O! who shall to that facred Hill deserv'd Admittance sind?
4 The Man whose Hands and Heart are pure,
whose Thoughts from Pride are free; Who honest Poverty prefers To gainful Perjury.
5 This, this is he, on whom the Lord shall show'r his Blessings down; Whom God his Saviour shall vouchfafe with Righteousness to crown.
PSALM XXIV. P. 2.
The King of Glory: see! he comes
2 Who is the King of Glory? who?
the Lord for Strength renown'd, In Battle mighty, o'er his Foes eternal Victor crown'd.
3 Erect your Heads, ye Gates, unfold,
in State to entertain The King of Glory: see ! he comes with all his mining Train.
4 Who is the King of Glory? who?
the Lord of Hosts renown'd: Of Glory he alone is King, who is with Glory crown'd.
j 'TpHY Mercies and thy Love,