7 Thou wilt difplay that fov'reign grace
Where all my hopes have hung;
I fhall employ my lips in praise,
And vict'ry fhall be fung.

PSALM XIV. First Part. Com. Met.
By nature all men are finners.

FOOLS

OOLS in their hearts believe and say, "That all religion's vain ;

"There is no God that reigns on high, "Or minds th' affairs of men."

2 From thoughts fo dreadful and profane,
Corrupt difcourfe proceeds;

And in their impious hands are found
Abominable deeds.

3 The Lord from his celestial throne,
Look'd down on things below,
To find the man that fought his grace,
Or did his juftice know.

4 By nature all are gone aftray;
Their practice all the fame :

There's none that fears his Maker's hand, There's none that loves his name.

5 Their tongues are us'd to fpeak deceit ;
Their flanders never cease;

How fwift to mischief are their feet!
Nor know the paths of peace.

6 Such feeds of fin (that bitter root)

In ev'ry heart are found;

Nor can they bear diviner fruit, 'Till grace refine the ground.

PSALM XIV. 2d Part. Com. Metre.

The folly of perfecutors.

RE finners now fo fenfelefs grown,

AR That they the faints devour;

And never worship at thy throne, "
Nor fear thine awful pow'r?

2 Great God! appear to their furprise,
Reveal thy dreadful name !
Let them no more thy wrath defpife,
Nor turn our hope to fhame.

3 Doft thou not dwell among the just ?
And yet our foes deride,

That we should make thy name our trust: Great God! confound their pride.

4 0 that the joyful day was come,

To finish our diftrefs!

When God fhall bring his children home, Our songs shall never cease.

PSALM XV. Common Metre. Character of a faint; or, a citizen of Zion; or, the qualifications of a christian.

WHO fhall inhabit in thy hill,

God of holiness?

Whom will the Lord admit to dwell
So near his throne of grace ?

2 The man that walks in pious ways,
And works with righteous hands,
That trufts his Maker's promifes,
And follows his commands.

3 He speaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor flanders with his tongue;

Will fcarce believe an ill report, Nor do his neighbour wrong. 4 The wealthy finner he contemns, Loves all that fear the Lord ;' And though to his own hurt he swears, Still he performs his word.

5

His hands difdain a golden bribe,

And never gripe the poor :

This man fhall dwell with God on earth,
And find his heav'n fecure.

PSALM XV. Long Metre. Religion and justice, goodness & truth; or, duties to God & man; or, the qualifications of a christian. HO fhall afcend thy heav'nly place,

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Great God, and dwell before thy face? The man that minds religion now,

And humbly walks with God below:

2 Whofe hands are pure, whofe heart is clean, Whofe lips ftill fpeak the thing they mean; No flanders dwell upon his tongue; He hates to do his neighbour wrong. 3 [Scarce will he truft an ill report, Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt Sinners of state he can defpife, But faints are honour'd in his eyes.] 4 [Firm to his word he ever stood, And always makes his promife good; Nor dares to change the thing he fwears, Whatever pain or lofs he bears.] 5 [He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that justice should be fold:

While others gripe and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.]

6 He loves his enemies, and prays
For thofe that curfe him to his face:
And doth to all men ftill the fame,
That he would hope or with from them.
7 Yet, when his holieft works are done,
His foul depends on grace afone :
This is the man thy face fhall fee,
And dwell forever, Lord, with thee.

PSALM XVI. First Part. Long Metre. Confeffion of our poverty, and faints the best company; or, good works profit men, not God.

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2

time

RESERVE me, Lord, in time of need,
For fuccour to thy throne I flee,
But have no merits there to plead ;
My goodnefs cannot reach to thee.

Oft have my heart and tongue confeft,
How empty and how poor I am;
My praife can never make thee bleft,
Nor add new glories to thy name.

3 Yet, Lord, thy faints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good we do;
Thefe are the company I keep,

4

Thefe are the choiceft friends I know.

Let others choose the fons of mirth,
To give a relifh to their wine;

I love the men of heav'nly birth,
Whofe thoughts and language are divine.

PSALM XVI. 2d Part. Long Metre. Chrift's All-Sufficiency.

'HOW OW faft their guilt and forrows rife,

Who haste to seek fome idol god!

I will not tafte their facrifice,
Their off'rings of forbidden blood.
2 My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon;
He for my life has offer'd up
Jefus, his best beloved Son.

3 His love is my perpetual feast ;
By day his counfels guide me right;
And, be his name forever bleft,
Who gives me fweet advice by night.

4

I fet him still before mine eyes ;
At my right hand he stands prepar'd
To keep my foul from all furprise,
And be my everlasting guard.

PSALM XVI. 3d Part. Long Metre.
Courage in death, and hope of the refurrection.

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HEN God is nigh, my faith is ftrong, His arm is my almighty prop: Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue, My dying flesh shall rest in hope. 2 Though in the duft I lay my head, Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave My foul forever with the dead, Nor lofe thy children in the grave. 3 My flefh fhall thy first call obey, Shake off the duft and rife on high; Then fhalt thou lead the wond'rous way Up to thy throne above the sky.