8 Young lions, pinch'd with hunger, roar, And famish in the wood;
But God supplies his holy poor With ev'ry needful good.]
PSALM XXXIV. 2d Part. Com.Met.
Exhortation to peace and holiness.
OME, children, learn to fear the Lord; And that your days be long,
Let not a false or spiteful word Be found upon your tongue. 2 Depart from mischief, practise love, Pursue the works of peace; So shall the Lord your ways approve, And fet your fouls at ease.
3 His eyes awake to guard the just, His ears attend their cry; When broken spirits dwell in dust, The God of grace is nigh.
4 What though the forrows here they taste Are sharp and tedious too, The Lord, who saves them all at last, Is their supporter now.
5 Evil shall smite the wicked dead, But God secures his own, Prevents the mischief when they flide, Or heals the broken bone. 6 When defolation, like a flood, O'er the proud finner rolls, Saints find a refuge in their God, For he redeem'd their fouls.
PSALM XXXV. 1st Part. Com.Metre.
Prayer and faith of persecuted faints; or, imprecations mixed with charity.
OW plead my cause, Almighty God, With all the sons of strife;
And fight against the men of blood, Who fight against my life.
2 Draw out thy spear, and stop their way, Lift thy avenging rod;
But to my foul in mercy fay, "I am thy Saviour God."
3 They plant their snares to catch my feet, And nets of mischief spread; Plunge the destroyers in the pit
That their own hands have made.
4 Let fogs and darkness hide their way, And flipp'ry be their ground; Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey, And all their rage confound.
5 They fly like chaff before the wind, Before thine angry breath; The angel of the Lord behind, Purfues them down to death.
6 They love the road that leads to hell; Then let the rebels die, Whose malice is implacable Against the Lord on high.
7 But if thou hast a chofen few Amongst that impious race, Divide them from the bloody crew, By thy furpaffing grace.
8 Then will I raise my tuneful voice, To make thy wonders known:
In their salvation I'll rejoice,
And bless thee for my own.
PSALM XXXV. 2d Part. Com. Met. Ver. 12-14.
Love to enemies; or, the love of Christ to finners
EHOLD! the love, the gen'rous love, That holy David shows:
Hark, how his founding bowels move, To his afflicted foes!
2 When they are fick, his foul complains, And feems to feel the smart ; The spirit of the gospel reigns, And melts his pious heart.
3 How did his flowing tears condole, As for a brother dead! And fasting mortify'd his foul, While for their life he pray'd.
4 They groan'd, and curs'd him on their bed, Yet still he pleads and mourns; And double blessings on his head The righteous God returns. 5 O glorious type of heav'nly grace! Thus Chrift the Lord appears : While finners curse, the Saviour prays, And pities them with tears.
6 He, the true David, Ifr'el's king, Blest and belov'd of God, To fave us rebels, dead in fin, Paid his own dearest blood.
PSALM XXXVI. 5-9. Long Metre. The perfections and providence of God; or, general providence and special grace. IGH in the heav'ns, eternal God!
HIGH H Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break thro' ev'ry cloud That veils and darkens thy designs.
2 For ever firm thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep; Wife are the wonders of thy hands; Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 Thy providence is kind and large, Both man and beast thy bounty share; The whole creation is thy charge, But faints are thy peculiar care. 4 My God! how excellent thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort springs! The fons of Adam in distress
Fly to the shadow of thy wings.
5 From the provisions of thy house We shall be fed with sweet repast; There mercy, like a river, flows, And brings falvation to our taste. 6 Life, like a fountain, rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord; And in thy light our fouls shall fee The glories promis'd in thy word.
PSALM XXXVI. Common Metre. Ver. 1, 2, 5, 6, 7,9. Practical atheism exposed; or, the being and attributes of God afferted.
WHILE men grow bold in wicked ways, And yet a God they own,
My heart within me often says, "Their thoughts believe there's none."
2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare, (Whate'er their lips profess) "God hath no wrath for them to fear, "Nor will they seek his grace."
3 What strange self-flatt'ry blinds their eyes! But there's an hast'ning hour, When they shall fee, with fore surprise, The terrors of thy pow'r.
4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne, Though mountains melt away; Thy judgments are a world unknown, A deep unfathom'd fea.
5 Above these heav'n-created rounds, Thy mercies, Lord, extend: Thy truth out-lives the narrow bounds, Where time and nature end.
6 Safety to man thy goodness brings, Nor overlooks the beast : Beneath the shadow of thy wings Thy children choose to rest.
7 [From thee, when creature streams run low, And mortal comforts die, Perpetual springs of life shall flow, And raise our pleasures high.
8 Though all created light decay, And death close up our eyes, Thy prefence makes eternal day, Where clouds can never rife.]
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