4 He crowns thy life with love,

When ranfom'd from the grave;

He that redeems our fouls from death
Hath fovereign power to fave.

5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the fufferer reft;
The oppreffor fhall his juftice find,
His mercy the oppreft.

6 To Jews, his works and ways He made by Mofes known;

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To all the world, his grace and truth
By his beloved Son.

PSALM XIII.

Mercy in the midst of judgment.

MY foul, repeat his praise Whose mercies are fo great, Whofe anger is fo flow to rife, So ready to abate.

God will not always chide;

If chastisement begin,

His ftrokes are fewer than our crimes,

And lighter than our fin.

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3 High as the heavens are rais'd
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
4 His word fubdues our fins,
And his forgiving love
Far as the eaft is from the west,
Will all our guilt remove.

5 The pity of the Lord

To thofe that fear his name, Is fuch as tender parents feel;

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He knows our feeble frame.

6 He knows we are but dust,
Scatter'd by every breath;
His anger like a rifing wind
Could fend us fwift to death.

7 For man is as the grass,

Or like the morning-flower;

If one sharp blaft sweep o'er the field,

It withers in an hour.

8 But thy compaffions, Lord,

Our humble hope assure ;

And children's children ftill fhall find

Thy promis'd grace endure.

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PSALM XIV.

PSALM XIV.

God the univerfal king.

I THE Lord, the fov'reign King,
Hath fix'd his throne on high:
O'er all the heavenly world he rules,
And all beneath the sky.

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Ye angels, great in might,

And fwift to do his will

Blefs ye the Lord, whofe voice ye hear,
Whose pleasure ye fulfil.

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While all his wondrous works

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Thro' his vast kingdom show
His power and wisdom; thou, my foul,

Shalt fing his goodness too.

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Univerfal and immortal praise due to God for his grace and truth.

I THY name, almighty Lord,

Shall found thro' diftant lands:

Great is thy grace, and fure thy word:
Thy truth for ever stands.

2 Thy hand hath all things made,
Let all things own thy power,
Till morning light and evening fhade
Shall be exchang'd no more.

PSALM XVI.

Domestic happiness.

I BLEST are the fons of peace,
Whose hearts and hopes are one,
Whofe kind designs to ferve and please
Through all their actions run;

2 Bleft is the pious house

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Where zeal and friendship meet, Their mingled praise, their mingled vows Make their communion fweet;

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Such blifs their bofoms fills

Who dwell with God above:

There joy like morning dew diftils,

And all the air is love.

PSALM XVII.

Refurrection of Chrift.

I SEE what a living stone

The builders did refufe:

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Yet God hath rais'd a church thereon
Of Gentiles and of Jews.

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The work, O Lord, is thine,

And glorious in our eyes: This day declares it all divine;

This day did Jefus rife.

3 Your loud hofannas fing,
And spread his name abroad:

He comes, ye faints, he comes to bring
Salvation from our God.

4 We bless thine holy word
Which all this grace difplays:
Hear and accept, almighty Lord,
Our facrifice of praise.

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PSALM XVIII.

The Lord's Supper.

JESUS invites his faints

To meet around his board:

His people here may fit, and hold
Communion with their Lord.

2 Here we fhow forth his love Which spake in every breath,

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