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Such as he kindled on the plain
Of Sodom, with his angry breath.
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere;
PSALM 12. L. M. Batk. [*]
Saint's Safety and hope in evil times. 1 T ORD, if thou dost not soon appear,
U Virtue and truth will fly away; A faithful man amongst us here, Will scarce be found, if thou delay. ' 2 The whole discourse, when neighbours meet, Is fill'd with trifles, loose and vain ; Their lips are flatt'ry and deceit, And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips that with deceit abound, Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound
Their flattring and blaspheming tongue. d4 . Yet shall our words be free, they cry;
Our tongues shall be controll’d by none; "Where is the Lord will ask us why?
Or say our lips are not our own ?" -5 The Lord, who sees the poor oppress'd,
And hears th' oppressor's baughty strain, o Will rise to give his children rest, -Nor shall they trust his word in vain. -6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd, Void of deceit shall still appear, Not silver, sev'n times purify'd,
From dross and mixture shines so clear. o any Thy grace shall in the darkest hour
Defend the holy soul from harm; e Though when the vilest men have pow'r, On ev'ry side will sinners swarm.]
C. M. Plymouth. [b]
General Corruption of Manners.
II Religion loses ground;
The sons of violence prevail,
And treacheries abound.
Yet act the flatt'rer's part;
And with a double heart.
How is their fury stirr'd! d' Are not our lips our own, they cry;
And who shall be our Lord ?'] 4 Scoffers appear on every side,
Where a vile race of men
And love is waxing cold ;o 6 Is not thy chariot hast ning on ?.
Hast thou not giv'n the sign? May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine ?
And make oppressors flee;
And set my servants free.']
Through ages shall endure ;
Shall find thy promise sure.
II Like one who seeks his God in vain
3 How long shall my poor troubled breast
Before my death conclude my grief; . If thou withhold thy heav'nly light,
I sleep in everlasting night. -5 How will the pow'rs of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul be lost? o But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face. -6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest : o My heart shall feel thy love, and raise My cheerful voice to songs of praise.
C. M. Plymouth. [b]
Complaint under Temptations. 1 (TTOW long wilt thou conceal thy face?
I1 My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heav'nly rays,
That chase my fears away?
Wrestle and toil in vain ?
And ease my raging pain.
All his malicious arts;
And throws his fi'ry darts.
My soul in safety keep;
In death's eternal sleep.
If I become his prey ?
At thy so long delay.
And Satan hide his head;
And bears thy voice with dread.
07 Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace,
Where all my hopes have hung; Ishall employ my lips in praise,
And vict'ry shall be sung. ]
By Nature all Men are Sinners.
f " That all religion's vain ;
66 Or minds th' affairs of men."
Corrupt discourse proceeds ;
Look'd down on things below,
Or did his justice know.
Their practice all the same :
There's none who loves his name.
Their slanders never cease ;
Nor know the paths of peace.
In ev'ry heart are found ;
The Folly of Persecutors.
A That they the saints devour?
Nor sear thine awful pow'r.
Reveal thy dreadful name ;
Nor turn our hopes to shame.
That we should make thy name our trust;
Great God, confound their pride. 04 O that the joyful day were come,
To finish our distress!
Our song shall never cease.]
Character of a Citizen of Zion.
W O God of holiness?
So near his throne of grace?
And works with pious hands?
And follows his commands.
Nor slanders with his tongue;
Nor do his neighbour wrong.
Loves all who fear the Lord !
Still he performs his word.
And never gripe the poor :
L. M. Leeds. Oporto. [*]
VV Great God, and dwell before thy face? -The man who minds religion now, And humbly walks with God below. 2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean; Whose lips still speak the thing they mean; No slanders dwell upon his tongue: He hates to do his neighbour wrong. 3 [Scarce will he trust an ill report, Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt: Sinners of state he can despise, But saints are honour'd in his eyes.]