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I love the men of heav'nly birth,
The sufficiency of Christ.
OW fast their guilt and sorrows rise,
Who haste to seek some idol-god :
Their offrings of forbidden blood. 2 My God provides a richer cup, ,
And nobler food to live upon;
Jesus, his best beloved Son.
By day his councils guide me right :
Who gives me sweet advice by night. 4 I set him still before mine eyes ;
At my right hand he stands prepar'd
PSALM 16. Third Part. L. M.
Support in death, and hope of the resurrection. 1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong ;
His arm is my almighty prop : Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue ;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope. 2 Tho' in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou will not leave
For Christ hath triumph'd o'er the grave. 3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high :
4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discov’ries of thy grace
Fourth Part. C, M.
Divine goodness and counsel. 1 SAVE me, O Lord, from ev'ry foe ;
: Tho' all the good, that I can do,
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.
Shall be my lov'd employ;
My friends, my highest joy.
And worship' wood, or stone ; But my delightful lot is cast
Where the true God is known.
He fills my daily cup;
But more rejoice in hope.
His counsels are my light:
And gentle hints by night.
To his all-seeing eye:
The portion of Saints and Sinners.
And make the wicked flee :
They are but thy chastising rod,
To drive thy saints to thee. 2 Behold the sinner dies,
His haughty words are vain : Here in this life his pleasure lies,
And all beyond is pain. 3 Then let his pride advance,
And boast of all his store : The Lord is my inheritance,
My soul can wish no more. 4 I shall behold the face
Of my forgiving God;
Wash'd in my Saviour's blood. 5 There's a new heav'n begun
When I awake from death,
And draw immortal breath.
The hope and heaven of believers.
My faith, my patience, and my love :
'Tis all the happiness they know ;
And leave the rest among their heirs.
And stand complete in righteousness. 4 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere ;
When shall I wake and find me there? 5 O glorious hour! O blest abode !
I shall be near and like my God!
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
'Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ;
Deliverance from despair. 1 NHEE will I love, O Lord, my strength,
My rock, my tower, my high defence : Thy mighty arm shall be my trust :
For I have found salvation thence. 2 Death, and the terrors of the
grave, Spread over me their dismal shade; While floods of high temptations rose,
And made my sinking soul afraid. 3 I saw the opening gates of hell
With endless pains and sorrows there,
While I was hurry'd to despair. 4. In my distress I call'd my God,
When I could scarce believe him mine :
Then did his grace appear divine. 5 With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a cherub's wing he rode :
The face of my deliv'rer, God. 6 Temptations fled at his rebuke,
Dispell’d by his almighty breath :
He sent salvation from on high,
And drew me from the depths of death.
Much was their strength, and more their
, Hast made thy truth and love appear : : Before mine eyes I set thy laws,
And thou has own'd my righteous cause. 2 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways,
I've walk'd upright before thy face :
It grieves my soul, it wounds my heart, 3 What sore temptations broke my rest !
What wars and strugglings in my breast !
I guard against my darling sin.
That works and strives against my will :
Destroy it, that it rise no more?
Deals out to mortals their reward :
A God all faithful and most kind. 6. The just and pure shall ever say,
Thou art more pure, more just than they :