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Sinners of, ftate he can defpife,
But faints are honour'd in his eyes.]
4 [Firm to his word he ever flood,
And always makes his promife good;
Nor dares to change the thing he fwears,
Whatever pain or lofs he bears.]
5 [He never deals in bribing gold,
And mourns that juftice fhould be fold:
While others gripe and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.]

6 He loves his enemies, and prays

For thofe that curfe him to his face:
And doth to all men ftill the fame,
That he would hope or wifh from them.
7 Yet, when his holieft works, are done,
His foul depends on grace alone:
This is the man thy face fhall fee,
And dwell forever, Lord, with thee.

PSALM XVI. 1ft Part. Long Metre. [b] Confeffion of our poverty, and faints the best company ; or, good works profit men, not God.



me, Lord, in time of need;
For fuccour to thy throne I flee,
But have no merits there to plead ;
My goodness cannot reach to thee.
2 Oft have my heart and tongue confefs'd,
How empty and how poor I am;
My praife can never make thee blefs'd,
Nor add new glories to thy name.

3 Yet, Lord, thy faints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good we do;
Thefe are the company I keep,


These are the choiceft friends I know.

Let others choose the fons of mirth,

To give a relifh to their wine;

I love the men of heavenly birth,

Whose thoughts and language are divine.

PSALM XVI. 2d Part. Long Metre. [*]



Chrifl's all-fufficiency.

W faft their guilt and forrows rife,
Who hafte to feek fome idol god!

I will not tafte their facrifice,
Their offerings of forbidden blood.
2 My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon;
He for my life has offer'd up
Jefus, his best beloved Son.
3 His love is my perpetual feast;
By day his counfels guide me right;
And, be his name forever bleft,
Who gives me fweet advice by night.
4 I fet him ftill before mine eyes;
At my right hand he ftands prepar'd
To keep my foul from all furprife,
And be my everlasting guard.

PSALM XVI. 3d Part. Long Metre. [*]
Courage in death, and hope of the refurrection.
HEN God is nigh, my faith is strong,
His arm is my almighty prop:



Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue,
My dying flefh fhall reft in hope.
2 Though in the duft I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My foul forever with the dead,
Nor lofe thy children in the grave.
3 My flefh fhall thy firft call obey,
Shake off the duff and rife on high;
Then fhalt thou lead the wondrous way
Up to thy throne above the fky.

4 There ftreams of endless pleafure flow,
And full difcoveries of thy grace,
(Which we but tafted here below)
Spread heavenly joys through all the place.

PSALM XVI. 1ft Part. Common Metre. [*]
Ver. 1-8. Support and counsel from God, without merit.
AVE me, O Lord, from every foe :



In thee my trust I place,

Though all the good that I can do
Can ne'er deferve thy grace.

2 Yet, if my God prolong my breath,
The faints may profit by't;

The faints, the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.

3 Let heathens to their idols hafte, And worship wood or ftone; But my delightful lot is caft

Where the true God is known.
4 His hand provides my conflant food;
He fills my daily cup;

Much am I pleas'd with prefent good,
But more rejoice in hope.

5 God is my portion and my joy!
His counfels are my light:
He gives me fweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.

6 My foul would all her thoughts approve
To his all-feeing eye:

Not death nor hell my hopes fhall move,
While fuch a friend is nigh.

PSALM XVI. 2d Part. Common Metre. [*]
The death and refurrection of Christ.

1" SET the Lord before my face, "He bears my courage up;


"My heart and tongue their joys exprefs, "My flefh fhall reft in hope.

My fpirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave "Where fouls departed are; "Nor quit my body to the grave, "To fee corruption there. "Thou wilt reveal the path of life, "And raife me to thy throne: 66 Thy courts immortal pleafure give;

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Thy prefence, joys unknown."

4 [Thus, in the name of Chrift the Lord,
The holy David fung,

-And Providence fulfils the word
Of his prophetic tongue.

5 Jefus, whom every faint adores,
Was crucify'd and flain;

Behold the tomb its prey reftores!
Behold, he lives again!

6 When fhall my feet arife and fland
On heaven's eternal hills ?

There fits the Son at God's right hand,
And there the Father fmiles.]

PSALM XVII. Short Metre. [*] Ver. 13, &c. Portion of faints and finners; or, hope and defpair in death.




ARISE, my gracious God,

And make the wicked flee;

They are but thy chastising rod
To drive thy faints to thee.
Behold, the finner dies,

His haughty words are vain:
Here in this life his pleafure lies,
And all beyond is pain.

Then let his pride advance,
And boast of all his ftore ;
The Lord is my inheritance,
My foul can wish no more.
I fhall behold the face
Of my forgiving God d;

And ftand complete in righteoufnels,
Wash'd in my Saviour's blood.
5. There's a new heaven begun
When I awake from death,
Dreft in the likeness of thy Son,
And draw immortal breath!

PSALM XVII. Long Metre. [*] The finner's portion and the faint's hope; or, the heaven of feparate fouls, and the refurrection.


ORD, 1 am thine; but thou wilt prove

When men of fpite against me join, They are the fword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion lie below: 'Tis all the happiness they know; 'Tis all they feek: they take their fhares, And leave the reft among their heirs. 3 What finners value, I refign; Lord, tis enough that thou art mine; I fhall behold thy blissful face, And ftand complete in righteousness. 4 This life's a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I go Hath joys fubftantial and fincere ; When thall I 'wake and find me there?


5 O glorious hour! O bleft abode !
I fhall be near and like my God;
And flesh and fin no more control
The facred pleasures of the foul.
6 My flefh fhall flumber in the ground,
Till the laft trumpet's joyful found:
Then burft the chains with fweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.


PSALM XVIII. 1ft Part. Long Met. [*] Ver. 1-6, 15-18.


Deliverance from defpair; or, temptations overcome.
HEE will I love, O Lord, my ftrength,
My rock, my tower, my high defence;
Thy mighty arm fhall be my trust,

For I have found falvation thence.

2 Death and the terrors of the grave
Stood round me with their difmal fhade;
While floods of high temptations rofe,
And made my finking foul afraid.
3 I faw the opening gates of hell,


With endless pains and forrows there,
Which none but they that feel can tell,
While I was hurry'd to defpair.

In my diftrefs, I call'd my God,

When I could fcarce believe him mine;
He bow'd his car to my complaint;
Then did his grace appear divine.
5 [With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a cherub's wing he rode;
Awful and bright as lightning fhone
The face of my deliverer, God.
6 Temptations fled at his rebuke,
The blaft of his almighty breath;
He fent falvation from on high,
And drew me from the deeps of death.]

7 Great were my fears, my foes were great;
Much was their ftrength, and more their rage;
But Chrift, my Lord, is conqueror still,
In all the wars that devils wage.

8 My fong forever fhall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
And give the glory to the Lord,
Due to his mercy and his power.

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