1 S. M. Watchman. [*] The Saint happy, the Sinner miserable. THE HE man is ever blest, 2 But makes the law of God, His study and delight, 3 He like a tree shall thrive, 4 Not so th' ungodly race; They no such blessings find: 5 How will they bear to stand Where all the saints, at Christ's right hand, In full assembly meet. 6 He knows, and he approves, The way the righteous go: But sinners and their works shall meet A dreadful overthrow.] L. M. Quercy. Bath. [*] The Difference between the Righteous and the Wicked. 1 HA APPY the man whose cautious feet, Shun the broad way that sinners go; Who hates the place where atheists meet, And fears to talk as scoffers do. 2 He loves t' employ his morning light Amongst the statutes of the Lord; And spends the wakeful hours of night, With pleasure pondering o'er the word. e 3 He, like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green; b And heav'n will shine with kindest beams, On every work his hands begin. 4 But sinners find their counsels cross'd: As chaff before the tempest flies, So shall their hopes be blown and lostg When the last trumpet shakes the skies. [5 In vain the rebel seeks to stand, In judgment with the pious race; e The dreadful judge, with stern command, Divides him to a different place. 、 d 6 Straight is the way my saints have trod, 'I bless'd the path and drew it plain; 'But you would choose the crooked road; 'And down it leads to endless pain."] PSALM 2. S. M. Dover. Sutton. [*] 1 MAKER, and Sov'reign Lord, Of heaven and earth and seas, 2 The things, so long foretold p When Jews and Gentiles rose to slay d [3 Why did the Gentiles rage, Bend all their counsels, to destroy 4 Rulers and kings agree, 5 The Lord derides their rage, He who hath rais'd him from the dead PAUSE. 6 Now he's ascended high, 7 He asks, and God bestows g Far as the world's remotest ends, e 8 The nations that rebel Must feel his iron rod; o He'll vindicate those honours well, Which he receiv'd from God. e 9 [Be wise, ye rulers, now, And worship at his throne; d With trembling joy, ye people, bow 10 If once his wrath arise, o Then blessed is the soul that flies For refuge to his grace.] C. M. Bedford. St. Ann's. [*] Why did they cast his laws away, -2 The Lord, who sits above the skies, He speaks with vengeance in his eyes, d 3 "I call him my eternal Son, And raise him from the dead; I make my holy hill his throne, And wide his kingdom spread." e 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Adore the King of heavenly birth, 06 With humble love address his throne⚫ -Those are secure, and those alone, [WT L. M. Bath. [*] Christ's Death, Resurrection, and Ascension. d 2 'Come, let us break his bands, say they, And nail'd the Monarch to the cross. g 3 But God, who high in glory reigns, Laughs at their pride, their rage controls; He'll vex their hearts with inward pains, And speak in thunder to their souls. d 4 'I will maintain the king I made, 'On Zion's everlasting hill; 'My hand shall bring him from the dead, 'And he shall stand your Sov'reign still.' o 5 (His wondrous rising from the earth, Makes his eternal Godhead known, The Lord declares his heavenly birth; d 'This day have I begot my Son. 6 Ascend my Son, to my right hand, "There thou shalt ask, and I bestow, "The utmost bounds of Heathen lands; 'To thee the northern isles shall bow.') e 7 But nations that resist his grace, Shall fall beneath his iron stroke; His rod shall crush his foes with ease, As potters' earthen ware is broke. PAUSE. -8 Now, ye that sit on earthly thrones, e His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, g 10 His storm shall drive you quick to hell; He is a God, and ye but dust: o Happy the souls who know him well, And make his grace their only trust.] PSALM 3. C. M. Canterbury. Barby. [*] Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, God our Defence from Sin and Satan. p 1 MY Y God, how many are my fears! They break my present peace. -3 But thou, my glory and my strength, e 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill I call'd my father and my God; 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, I 'woke and wonder'd at the grace, g 6 What though the host of death and hell. o 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, My God has broke the serpent's teeth, • 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs; Blessings attend thy people here, 1 L. M. Worship. Armley. [b] Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8.-A Morning Psalm. LORD, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompose, |