Till his dark crimes, at once reveal'd, Expose his hateful name. His words are smooth and fair : And leaves no goodness there. 4. He plots upon his bed New mischiefs to fulfil : To practice all that's ill. Tho' men renounce his fear : Shall one great day appear. In heav'n his mercies dwell; His anger burns to hell. 7 How excellent his love, Whence all our safety springs ! From underneath his wings! General providence and special grace. LORD, thy mercy, my sure hope, The highest orb of heav'n transcends; Beyond the spreading sky extends. 2 Thy justice like the hills remains ; Unfathom'd depths thy judgments are ; The whole creation is thy care. With what assurance should the just Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make; Of joys that shall forever last. Thy presence is eternal day : PSALM 87. First Part. C. M. The rewards of the righteous and the wicked. 1 VHY should I vex my soul and fret To see the wicked rise ? Or envy sinners waxing great, By violence and lies? Before the ev’ning fades : In everlasting shades. And practise all that's good ; So shall I dwell among the just, And he'll provide me food. And cheerful wait his will: my desires fulfil. 5 Mine innocence shalt thou display ; And make thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day, And glorious as the noon. 6 The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of heav'n : Shall True riches, with abundant peace, To humble souls are giv'n. Nor let your anger rise; To punish haughty vice. And plot, and rage, and foam ; Their day of vengeance come. Have bent the murd'rous bow, And bring the righteous low. Their persecuting darts : And pain surprise their hearts. Charity to the poor. THY do the wealthy wicked boast, And grow profanely bold? The meanest portion of the just Excels the sinner's gold. 2 The wicked borrows of his friends, But ne'er designs to pay: The saint is merciful and lends, Nor turns the poor away. Amongst the sons of need : And blessed is his seed. To slander or defraud : 6 And lo! he vanish'd from the ground, His ready tongue declares to men, What he has learn'd of God. 5 The law and gospel of the Lord Deep in his heart abide ; His feet shall never slide. Preserv'd from ev'ry snare; PSALM 37. Third Part. C. M. Y God, the steps of pious men Are order'd by thy will : Tho’ they should fail , they rise again, Their virtues he approves ; Nor leaves the men he loves. 3 The heav'nly heritage is theirs, Their portion and their home : Of blessings long to come. Nor fear when tyrants frown: When justice casts them down. 5 The haughty sinner have I seen, Not fearing man or God: Spreading his arms abroad. Destroy'd by hands unseen : 1 Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found, Where all that pride had been. His sey'ral steps attend : PSALM 38. C. M. Prayer for pardon and health. 1 A MID thy wrath remember love, Restore thy servant, Lord ; Nor let a father's chast'ning prove Like an avenger's sword. 2 Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely prest: Between the sorrow and the smart, My spirit finds no rest. 3 My sins a heavy load appear, And o'er my head are gone ; Too heavy for my soul to bear, Too hard for me tatone. 4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea, My head still bending down; And I go mourning all the day, Beneath my Father's frown. 5 Lord, I am weak and broken sore, None of my pow'rs are whole : The inward anguish makes me roar, The anguish of my soul, 6 All my desire to thee is known, Thine eye.counts ey'ry tear ; Is notic'd by thine ear. My God will hear my cry :: |