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6 The righteous Lord loves righteous fouls,
Such as he kindled on the plain
PSALM XII. Long Metre.
The faints' fafety and hope in evil times; or, fins of the tongue complained of, viz. blafphemy, falsehood, &c. doft not foon appear, Virtue and truth will flee away : A faithful man among us here Will fcarce be found, if thou delay.
2 The whole difcourfe, when neighbours meet,
Shall not maintain their triumph long: The God of vengeance will confound The flattering and blaspheming tongue. "Yet fhall our words be free," they cry, "Our tongues fhall be controll'd by none: "Where is the Lord will afk us why ? "Or fay our lips are not our own?" 5 The Lord, who fees the poor opprefs'd, And hears th' oppreffor's haughty ftrain, Will rife to give his children reft, Nor fhall they truft his word in vain. 6 Thy word, O Lord, though often try'd, Void of deceit fhall ftill appear; Not filver, feven times purify'd
From drofs and mixture, fhines fo clear. 7 Thy grace fhall, in the darkest hour, Defend the holy foul from harm; Though when the vileft men have power, On every fide will finners fwarm.
PSALM XII. Common Metre. Complaint of a general corruption of manners; or, the promife and figns of Chrift's coming to judgment.
HE ELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail;
Religion lofes ground!
The fons of violence prevail,
2 Their oaths and promifes they break,
3 If we reprove fome hateful lie,
4 Scoffers appear on every fide,
5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
6 Is not thy chariot haftening on?
“Yes, faith the Lord, now will I rife,
8 Thy word, like filver feven times try'd,
PSALM XIII. Long Metre.
Pleading with God under defertion; or, hope in darkness.
O Lord, fhall I
Like one who feeks his God in vain ?
As one whom thou regardeft not?
3 How long fhall my poor troubled breaft
4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
5 How will the powers of darkness boaft,
PSALM XIII. Common Metre. [b] Complaint under temptations of the devil. OW long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay P When fhall I feel thofe heavenly rays Which chafe my fears away?
2 How long fhall my poor lab'ring foul Wreftle and toil in vain ?
Thy word can all my foes control,
3 See how the prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts;
He fpreads a mist around my eyes,
4 Be thou my fun, be thou my fhield;
Make hafte, before mine eyes are feal'd
5 How would the tempter boast aloud
6 But they fhall fly at thy rebuke,
7 Thou wilt difplay that fovereign, grace
PSALM XIV. 1ft Part. Common Metre. [b] By nature all men are finners. 1 FOOLS in their hearts believe and say,
That religion's vain;
"There is no God that reigns on high, "Or minds th' affairs of men."
2 From thoughts fo dreadful and profane
And in their impious hands are found
3 The Lord, from his celeftial throne,
4 By nature all are gone aftray;
There's none that fears his Maker's hand,
5 Their tongues are us'd to fpeak deceit;
How fwift to mifchief are their feet!
6 Such feeds of fin (that bitter root)
PSALM XIV. 2d Part. Common Metre. [b] The folly of perfecutors.
1 RE finners now fo fenfelefs grown,
2 Great God! appear to their furprise,
3 Doft thou not dwell among the juft? And yet our foes deride,
That we fhould make thy name our truft:
4 O that the joyful day were come, To finish our diftrefs!
When God fhall bring his children home,
PSALM XV. Common Metre.
Characters of a faint; or, a citizen of Zion; or, the
Whom will the Lord admit to dwell
2 The man that walks in pious ways,
3 He fpeaks the meaning of his heart,
His hands difdain a golden bribe,
PSALM XV. Long Metre. [*]
Religion and juftice, goodness and truth; or, duties to
2 Whofe hands are pure, whofe heart is clean,