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PSALM I. Short Metre. [*]

The faint happy, the finner miferable.
HE man is ever bleft

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Who fhuns the finners' ways, Amongst their councils never stands, Nor takes the fcorner's place :

But makes the law of God His ftudy and delight, Amidst the labours of the day And watches of the night.

He, like a tree, shall thrive,
With waters near the root:
Fresh as the leaf his name fhall live;
His works are heavenly fruit.
Not fo th' ungodly race;
They no fuch bleffings find:
Their hopes fhall flee like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.

5 How will they bear to ftand

Before that judgment-feat,

Where all the faints at Chrift's right hand
In full affembly meet?

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He knows and he approves
The way the righteous go;
But finners and their works fhall meet
A dreadful overthrow.

PSALM I. Long Metre. [*]

The difference between the righteous and the wicked. APPY the man, whofe cautious feet

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finners go, Who hates the place where atheifts meet, And fears to talk as fcoffers do.

2 He loves t' employ his morning light
Amongst the Ratutes of the Lord;
And fpends the wakeful hours of night
With pleasure, pond'ring o'er his word.

3 He, like a plant, by gentle ftreams,
Shall flourish in immortal green;

And Heaven will fhine with kindeft beams
On every work his hands begin.

4 But finners find their counfels crofs'd:
As chaff before the tempest flies,
So fhall their hopes be blown and loft,
When the last trumpet shakes the fkies.
5 In vain the rebel feeks to ftand
In judgment with the pious race;
The dreadful Judge, with ftern command,
Divides him to a different place.
6" Straight is the way my faints have trod;
"I bleft the path, and drew it plain;
"But you would choose the crooked road,
"And down it leads to endless pain."

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2 The things fo long foretold
By David, are fulfill'd,

When Jews and Gentiles join to flay
Jefus, thine holy child.]

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PSALM II. Short Metre. [*] Tranflated according to the divine pattern. Acts iv. 24, &c.

Christ dying, rifing, interceding, and reigning.

MAKER and fovereign Lord

Of heaven, and earth, and feas,
Thy providence confirms thy word,
And anfwers thy decrees.

Why did the Gentiles rage,
And Jews, with one accord,
Bend all their counfels to deftroy
Th' Anointed of the Lord?

Rulers and kings agree
To form a vain defign;
Against the Lord their powers unite,
Againft his Chrift they join.

The Lord derides their rage,
And will fupport his throne;
He who hath rais'd him from the dead
Hath own'd him for his Son.

PAUSE.

6 Now he's afcended high,
And afks to rule the earth;
The merit of his blood he pleads,
And pleads his heav'nly birth.

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He afks, and God beflows
A large inheritance;
Far as the world's remoteft ends
His kingdom fhall advance.

8 The nations that rebel
Muft feel his iron rod;

He'll vindicate thofe honours well
Which he receiv'd from God.

9 [Be wife, ye rulers, now,
And worship at his throne;
With trembling joy, ye people, bow
To God's exalted Son.

10 If once his wrath arife,

Ye perifh on the place;
Then bleffed is the foul that flies
For refuge to his grace.]

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PSALM II. Common Metre. [b]

WHY

HY did the nations join to flay The Lord's anointed Son? Why did they caft his laws away, And tread his gospel down?

2 The Lord, who fits above the skies,
Derides their rage below,

He fpeaks with vengeance in his eyes,
And ftrikes their fpirits through.

3 "I call him my eternal Son,

"And raife him from the dead; "I make my holy hill his throne, "And wide his kingdom spread. "Afk me, my Son, and then enjoy "The utmoft heathen lands:

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5 Be wife, ye rulers of the earth,
Obey th' anointed Lord,

Adore the King of heavenly birth,
And tremble at his word.

6 With humble love addrefs his throne:
For, if he frown, ye die:
Thofe are fecure, and thofe alone,
Who on his grace rely.

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PSALM II. Long Metre. [b] Chrift's death, refurrection, and afcenfion. HY did the Jews proclaim their rage? The Romans, why their fwords employ? Against the Lord their powers engage, His dear Anointed to deftroy.

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2 Come, let us break his bands," they fay,
"This man fhall never give us laws:"
And thus they caft his yoke away,
And nail'd the Monarch to the cross.
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 fouls.
"I will maintain the King I made,
"On Zion's everlafting hill;

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My hand fhall bring him from the dead, "And he fhall ftand your Sovereign ftill." 5 [His wondrous rifing from the earth Makes his eternal Godhead known; The Lord declares his heavenly birth, This day have I begot my Son.

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6 Afcend, my Son, to my right hand;
"There thou fhalt afk, and I bestow
"The utmoft bounds of heathen land:
"To thee the northern ifles fhall bow."]
7 But nations, that refift his grace,

Shall fall beneath his iron ftroke;
His rod fhall crufh his foes with cafe,
As potters' earthen work is broke.
PAUSE.

8 Now ye who fit on earthly thrones,
Be wife, and ferve the Lord the Lamb;
Now at his feet. fubmit your crowns,
Rejoice and tremble at his name.

9 With humble love addrefs the Son,
Left he grow angry, and ye die;
His wrath will burn to worlds unknown,
If ye provoke his jealoufy.

10 His forms fhall drive you quick to hell!
He is a God, and ye but duft:
Happy the fouls that know him well,
And make his grace their only truft.

PSALM III. Common Metre. [b] Doubts and fears fuppreffed; or, God our defence from fin and Satan.

1 Y God, how many are my fears!

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Confpiring my eternal death,
They break my prefent peace.

2 The lying tempter would perfuade
There's no relief in heaven;
And all my fwelling fins appear
Too big to be forgiven.

3 But thou, my glory and my ftrength,
Shalt on the tempter tread,
Shalt filence all my threatening guilt,
And raife my drooping head.

4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill
He bow'd a lift'ning ear;

I call'd my Father and my God,
And he fubdu'd my fear.

5 He fhed foft flumbers on mine eyes,
In fpite of all my foes;

I 'woke, and wonder'd at the grace
Which guarded my repofe.]

6 What though the hofts of death and hell
All arm'd against me flood!

Terrors no more fhall fhake my foul;
My refuge is my God.

7 Arife, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,
While I thy glory fing:

My God has broke the ferpent's teeth,
And death has loft his fling.

8 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can fave:
Bleffings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

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PSALM III. Long Metre. [b]
Ver. 1-5. A morning pfalm.
LORD, how many are my foes,
In this weak ftate of flesh and blood!
My peace they daily difcompofe,
But my defence and hope is God.
2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,
To thee I rais'd an evening cry: