PSALM XVI. 2d Part. Com. Metre.
The death and refurrection of Chrift. -
SET the Lord before my face,
"He bears my courage up;
"My heart and tongue their joys exprefs, My flesh fhall reft in hope.
2 "My fpirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave,
"Where fouls departed are;
"Nor quit my body to the
"To fee corruption there.
"Thou wilt reveal the path of life,
"And raise me to thy throne:
"Thy courts immortal pleafure give;
Thy prefence, joys unknown."
4 [Thus, in the name of Chrift the Lord,
The holy David fung,
And Providence fulfils the word
Of his prophetic tongue.
5 Jefus, whom ev'ry faint adores,
Was crucify'd and flain
Behold the tomb its prey reftores!
Behold, he lives again!
6 When fhall my feet arife and ftand
On heav'n's eternal hills?
There fits the Son at God's right hand,
And there the Father fmiles.]
PSALM XVII. ver. 13, &c. Short M.
Portion of faints and finners; or, hope and defpair in death.
ARISE, my gracious God,
And make the wicked flee;
They are but thy chastising rod
To drive thy faints to thee.
Behold, the finner dies,
His haughty words are vain: Here in this life his pleafure lies, And all beyond is pain.
Then let his pride advance, And boast of all his ftore; The Lord is my inheritance, My foul can with no more.
I fhall behold the face
Of my forgiving God;
And ftand complete in righteoufnefs,
Wafh'd in my Saviour's blood.
There's a new heav'n begun
When I awake from death,
Dreft in the likeness of thy Son,
And draw immortal breath!
PSALM XVII. Long Metre. The finner's portion and the faint's hope; or, the heav en of feparate fouls, and the refurrection.
ORD, I am thine; but thou wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love: When men of fpite against me join, They are the fword, the hand is thine, 2 Their hope and portion lie below; 'Tis all the happiness they know; 'Tis all they feek: they take their fhares, And leave the reft among their heirs. 3 What finners value, I refign; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine; I fhall behold thy blissful face, And ftand complete in righteoufnefs.
4 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys fubftantial and fincere ;
When fhall I''wake and find me there?
5 O glorious hour! O blest abode !
I fhall be near and like my God;
And flesh and fin no more control
The facred pleasures of the foul.
6 My flesh fhall flumber in the ground,
Till the laft trumpet's joyful found:
Then burft the chains with fweet furprise,
And in my Saviour's image rife.
PSALM XVIII. ift Part. Long Met,
Ver. 1-6, 15-18.
Deliverance from defpair; or, temptations overcome. I HEE will I love, O Lord, my ftrength,
My rock, my tow'r, my high defence; Thy mighty arm thall be my trust,
For I have found falvation thence.
2 Death and the terrors of the grave
Stood round me with their difmal fhade;
While floods of high temptations rofe,
And made my finking foul afraid.
3 I faw the op'ning gates of hell,
With endless pains and forrows there,
Which none but they that feel can tell,
While I was hurry'd to defpair.
4 In my diftrefs, I call'd my God,
When I could fcarce believe him mine;
He bow'd his ear to my complaint;
Then did his grace appear divine.
5 [With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a cherub's wing he rode;
Awful and bright as lightning fhone
The face of my deliv'rer, God.
6 Temptations fled at his rebuke,
The blaft of his almighty breath;
He fent falvation from on high,
And drew me from the deeps of death.]
7 Great were my fears, my foes were great;
Much was their ftrength, and more their rage;
But Chrift, my Lord, is conqu'ror fill,
In all the wars that devils wage.
8 My fong forever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
And give the glory to the Lord,
Due to his mercy and his pow'r.
PSALM XVIII. 20-26. 2d Part. L. M.
Sincerity proved and rewarded.
LORD, thou haft feen my foul fincere,
Haft made thy truth and love appear;
Before mine eyes I fet thy laws,
And thou haft own'd my righteous cause.
2 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways,
I've walk'd upright before thy face:
Or, if my feet did e'er depart,
'Twas never with a wicked heart.
3 What fore temptations broke my reft!
What wars and strugglings in my breast!
But through thy grace, that reigns within,
I guard against my darling fin:
4 That fin that close befets me still,
That works and strives against my will;
When fhall thy Spirit's fov'reign pow'r
Deftroy it, that it rife no more?
5 [With an impartial hand, the Lord
Deals out to mortals their reward:
The kind and faithful foul fhall find
A God as faithful and as kind.
6 The just and pure shall ever fay,
Thou art more pure, more juft than they:
And men that love revenge fhall know,
God hath an arm of vengeance too.]
PSALM XVIII. 3d Part. Long Metre.
Ver. 30, 31, 32, 46, &c.
Rejoicing in God; or, falvation and triumph.
UST are thy ways, and true thy word,
Great rock of my fecure abode :
Who is a God, befide the Lord?
Or, where's a refuge like our God?
2 'Tis he that girds me with his might,
Gives me his holy sword to wield;
And, while with fin and hell I fight,
Spreads his falvation for my fhield.
3 He lives (and bleffed be my rock)
The God of my falvation lives:
The dark designs of hell are broke;
Sweet is the peace my Father gives.
4 Before the fcoffers of the age
I will exalt my Father's name;
Nor tremble at their mighty rage,
But meet reproach, and bear the fhame.
5 To David and his royal feed ·
Thy grace forever shall extend;
Thy love to faints, in Chrift their head,
Knows not a limit, nor an end.
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