Plunge the deftroyers in the pit
That their own hands have made.
4 Let fogs and darkness hide their way,
And flippery be their ground;
Thy wrath fhall make their lives a prey,
And all their rage confound.
5 They fly like chaff before the wind, Before thine angry breath;
The angel of the Lord behind
Purfues them down to death.
6 They love the road that leads to hell;
Then let the rebels die,
Whofe malice is implacable
Against the Lord on high.
7 But if thou haft a chofen few
Amongst that impious race,
Divide them from the bloody crew,
By thy furprising grace.
8 Then will I raife my tuneful voice,
To make thy wonders known:
In their falvation I'll rejoice,
And bless thee for my own.
PSALM XXXV. 2d Part. Com. Metre. [*]
BE
Love to enemies; or, the love of
Chrift to finners typified in David.
EHOLD! the love, the generous love,
That holy David fhows;
Hark, how his founding bowels move
To his afflicted foes!
2 When they are fick, his foul complains, And feems to feel the fmart;
The fpirit of the gospel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.
3 How did his flowing tears condole, As for a brother dead!
And fafting mortify'd his foul,
While for their life he pray'd.
4 They groan'd, and curs'd him on their bed;
Yet ftill he pleads and mourns;
And double bleffings on his head
The righteous God returns.
5 O glorious type of heavenly grace!
Thus Chrift the Lord appears :
While finners curfe, the Saviour prays,
And pities them with tears.
6 He, the true David, Ifrael's king,
Bleft and belov'd of God,
To fave us rebels, dead in fin,
Paid his own deareft blood.
PSALM XXXVI. Long Metre. [*]
Ver. 5-9. The perfections and providence of God;
or, general providence and special grace.
IGH in the heavens, eternal God!
HIG
Thy goodness in full glory fhines;
Thy truth fhall break through every cloud
That veils and darkens thy designs.
2 Forever firm thy juftice ftands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wife are the wonders of thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
3 Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beaft thy bounty fhare;
The whole creation is thy charge,
But faints are thy peculiar care.
4 My God! how excellent thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort fprings! The fons of Adam in diftrefs
Fly to the fhadow of thy wings.
5
From the provifions of thy houfe
We fhall be fed with fweet repast;
There mercy, like a river, flows,
And brings falvation to our taste.
6 Life, like a fountain, rich and free,
Springs from the prefence of my Lord;
And in thy light our fouls fhall fee
The glories promis'd in thy word.
PSALM XXXVI. Common Metre. [*] Ver. 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9. Practical atheism expofed; or, the being and attributes of God afferted.
WHILE men grow bold in wicked ways,
And yet a God they own, My heart within me often fays, "Their thoughts believe there's none."
2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare, (Whate'er their lips profefs)
"God hath no wrath for them to fear, "Nor will they feek his grace."
3 What ftrange felf-flattery blinds their eyes! But there's a haftening hour,
When they fhall fee, with fore furprise,
The terrors of thy power.
4 Thy juftice fhall maintain its throne,
Though mountains melt away;
Thy judgments are a world unknown,
A deep unfathom'd fea.
5 Above these heavens' created rounds,
Thy mercies, Lord, extend;
Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds,
Where time and nature end.
6 Safety to man thy godness brings,
Nor overlooks the beaft:
Beneath the fhadow of thy wings
Thy children choose to rest.
7 [From thee, when creature ftreams run low,
And mortal comforts die,
Perpetual fprings of life fhall flow,
And raife our pleasures high.
8 Though all created light decay,
And death clofe up our eyes,
Thy prefence makes eternal day,
Where clouds can never rife.
PSALM XXXVI. Short Metre. [b]
Ver. 1-7. The wickedness of man, and the majesty of God; or, practical atheism expofed. HEN man grows bold in fin, My heart within me cries, "He hath no faith of God within, "Nor fear before his eyes."
WHI
2 [He walks a while conceal'd
In a felf-flattering dream,
Till his dark crimes, at once reveal'd,
Expofe his hateful name.]
His heart is falfe and foul,
His words are smooth and fair;
Wildom is banifh'd from his foul,
And leaves no goodness there.
SO glorious type of heavenly grace!
Thus Chrift the Lord appears :
While finners curfe, the Saviour prays,
And pities them with tears.
6 He, the true David, Ifrael's king,
Bleft and belov'd of God,
To fave us rebels, dead in fin,
Paid his own dearest blood.
PSALM XXXVI. Long Metre. [*] Ver. 5-9. The perfections and providence of God; or, general providence and special grace.
1 HIGH in the heavens, eternal God!
Thy goodnefs in full glory fhines;
Thy truth fhall break through every cloud
That veils and darkens thy defigns.
2 Forever firm thy juftice ftands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wife are the wonders of thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
8 Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beaft thy bounty fhare;
The whole creation is thy charge,
But faints are thy peculiar care.
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