7 Thou art my God, my only hope, My God will hear my cry, My God will bear my spirit up When fatan bids me die.
8 [My foot is ever apt to flide, My foes rejoice to fee't; They raise their pleasure and their pride, When they supplant my feet.
9 But I'll confess my guilt to thee, And grieve for all my fin; I'll mourn how weak my graces be, And beg support divine.
10 My God, forgive my follies past, And be for ever nigh; O Lord of my salvation, haste, Before thy servant die.]
PSALM XXXIX. 1st Part. Com.Met.
Watchfulness over the tongue; or, prudence and zeal. I refolv'd before the Lord,
"Now will I watch my tongue,
"Lest I let flip one finful word, "Or do my neighbour wrong." 2 And if I'm e'er constrain'd to stay With men of lives profane, I'll fet a double guard that day, Nor let my talk be vain.
3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak The pious thoughts I feel, Lest scoffers should th' occafion take To mock my holy zeal.
4 Yet if some proper hour appear, I'll not be over-aw'd,
But let the scoffing sinners hear That I can speak for God.
PSALM XXXIX. 2d Part. Com. Met.
The vanity of man as mortal.
EACH me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame ! I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am.
2 A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust, In all his flow'r and prime.
3 See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o'er the plain; They rage and strive, defire and love, But all their noise is vain.
4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore; They toil for heirs, they know not who, And straight are seen no more.
5 What should I wish, or wait for then, From creatures, earth, and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our truft.
6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond defires recal; I give my mortal int'rest up, And make my God my all.
PSALM XXXIX. 3d Part. Com.Met.
Sick-bed devotion; or, pleading without repining.
OD of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare difpute thy will.
2 Diseases are thy fervants, Lord; They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murm'ring word, Against thy chast'ning hand.
3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, "Remove thy sharp rebukes;" My strength confumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes.
4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble pow'rs can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's loft.
5 [This mortal life decays apace, How foon the bubble's broke! Adam, and all his num'rous race, Are vanity and smoke. 6 I'm but a sojourner below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear.
7 But if my life be spar'd awhile, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love.]
PSALM XL. 1st Part. Com.Metre.
Ver. 1, 2, 3, 5, 17.
Song of Waited patient for the Lord, He bow'd to hear my cry; He saw me resting on his word, And brought falvation nigh. 2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit, Where mourning long I lay; And from my bonds releas'd my feet, Deep bonds of miry clay.
of deliverance from great distress.
3 Firm on a rock he made me stand, And taught my cheerful tongue To praise the wonders of his hand, In a new thankful fong.
4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad; The faints with joy shall hear, And finners learn to make my God Their only hope and fear.
5 How many are thy thoughts of love! Thy mercies, Lord, how great! We have not words, nor hours enough, Their numbers to repeat.
6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low, And light and peace depart, My God beholds my heavy woe, And bears me on his heart.
PSALM XL. 2d Part. Com. Metre. The incarnation & facrifice of Christ.
HUS faith the Lord, "your work is vain, "Give your burnt-off rings o'er;
"In dying goats and bullocks slain "My foul delights no more."
2 Then spake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm here, "My God, to do thy will; "Whate'er thy facred books declare, "Thy servant shall fulfil.
3 "Thy law is ever in my fight, " I keep it near my heart; "Mine ears are open'd with delight "To what thy lips impart."
4 And fee, the blest Redeemer comes ! Th' eternal Son appears ! And at th' appointed time assumes The body God prepares.
5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace, And much his truth he shew'd, And preach'd the way of righteousness, Where great assemblies stood.
6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart, He pity'd finners' cries,
And, to fulfil a Saviour's part, Was made a facrifice.
7 No blood of beafts, on altars shed, Could wash the confcience clean; But the rich facrifice he paid Atones for all our fin.
8 Then was the great falvation spread, And Satan's kingdom shook; Thus by the woman's promis'd feed, The ferpent's head was broke.
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