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2 His liberal favours he extends,
To fome he gives, to others lends;
A generous pity fills his mind:
Yet what his charity impairs,
He faves by prudence in affairs,
And thus be's juft to all mankind.
3 His hands, while they his alms bestow'd,
His glory's future harveft fow'd:

The fweet remembrance of the juft, Like a green root, revives and bears A train of bleffings for his heirs,

When dying nature fleeps in duft. 4 Befet with threatening dangers round, Unmov'd fhall he maintain his ground;

His confcience holds his courage up:
The foul that's fill'd with virtue's light
Shines brighteft in affliction's night;

And fees in darknefs beams of hope.
5 [Il tidings never can surprise
His heart that fix'd on God relies,
Though waves and tempefts roar around:
Safe on a rock he fits, and fees
The hipwreck of his enemies,

And all their hope and glory drown'd.
6 The wicked fhall his triumph fee,
And gnafh their teeth in agony,

To find their expectations crofs'd;
They and their envy, pride and fpite,
Sink down to everlafting night,

And all their names in darkness loft.]
Metre. [*]


The bleflings of the pious and charitable.
HRICE happy man who fears the Lord,
Loves his commands, and trufts his word;
Honour and peace his days attend,
And bleffings to his feed defcend.
Compaffion dwells upon his mind,
To works of mercy ftill inclin'd
He lends the poor fome prefent aid,
Or gives them, not to be repaid.


3 When times grow dark, and tidings fpread, That fill his neighbours round with dread,

His heart is arm'd against the fear,
For God with all his power is there.
4 His foul, well fix'd upon the Lord,
Draws heavenly courage from his word;
Amidft the darknefs light fhall rife,
To cheer his heart, and bless his eyes.
5 He hath difpers'd his alms abroad,

His works are ftill before his God;
His name on earth fhall long remain,
While envious finners fret in vain.


2 As pity dwells within his breast
To all the fons of need;
So God fhall anfwer his request
With bleffings on his feed.

PSALM CXII. Common Metre. [*]
Liberality rewarded.


APPY is he that fears the Lord, And follows his commands, Who lends the poor without reward, Or gives with liberal hands.

3 No evil tidings fhall furprise
His well eftablifh'd mind;
His foul to God, his refuge, flies,
And leaves his fears behind.


In times of general diftrefs,

Some beams of light fhall fhine, To fhew the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine.


His works of piety and love
Remain before the Lord;

Honour on earth, and joys above,
Shall be his fure reward.

PSALM CXIII. Particular Metre. [*]

The majesty and condefcenfion of God.
E that delight to ferve the Lord,
The honours of his name record,
His facred name forever blefs:
Where'er the circling fun difplays
His rifing beams or fetting rays,

Let lands and feas his power confefs.
2 Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds,
Can give his vaft dominion bounds;
The heavens are far below his height:

Let no created greatnefs dare
With our eternal God compare,

Arm'd with his uncreated might! 3 He bows his glorious head to view What the bright hofts of angels do,

And bends his care to mortal things;
His fovereign hand exalts the poor,
He takes the needy from the door,
And makes them company for kings.
4 When childless families defpair,
He fends the bleffing of an heir,

To refcue their expiring name: The mother with a thankful voice, Proclaims his praifes and her joys: Let every age advance his fame.


PSALM CXIII. Long Metre. [*] God fovereign and gracious. E fervants of th' Almighty King, In every age his praifes fing: Where'er the fun fhall rife or fet, The nations fhall his praife repeat. 2 Above the earth, beyond the fky,


Stands his high throne of majefty;
Nor time, nor place, his power refrain,
Nor bound his univerfal reign.

3 Which of the fons of Adam dare,
Or angels, with their God compare?
His glories, how divinely bright,
Who dwells in uncreated light!
4 Behold his love; he ftoops to view
What faints above and angels do;
And condefcends yet more, to know
The mean affairs of men below.
From duft and cottages obfcure,
His grace exalts the humble poor;
Gives them the honour of his fons,
And fits them for their heavenly thrones.
6 A word of his creating voice

Can make the barren houfe rejoice:
Though Sarah's ninety years were paft,
The promis'd feed is born at lafl.

With joy the mother views her fon, And tells the wonders God has done:


Faith may grow ftrong when fense despairs:
If nature fails, the promise bears.]

PSALM CXIV. Long Metre. [*]
Miracles attending Ifrael's journey.
WHEN Ifrael, freed from Pharaoh's hand,
Left the proud tyrant and his land,
The tribes with cheerful homage own
Their King, and Judah was his throne.
2 Acrofs the deep their journey lay;


The deep divides to make them way:
Jordan beheld their march, and fled"
With backward current to his head.
3 The mountains fhook like frighted sheep,
Like lambs the little hillocks leap;
Not Sinai on her bafe could stand,
Confcious of fovereign power at hand.
4 What power could make the deep divide?
Make Jordan backward roll his tide?
Why did ye leap, ye little hills ?
And whence the fright that Sinai feels?
5 Let every mountain, every flood,

Retire, and know th' approaching God,
The King of Ifrael: See him here!
Tremble thou earth, adore and fear.
6 He thunders, and all nature mourns;
The rock to ftanding pools he turns:
Flints fpring with fountains at his word,
And fires and feas confefs the Lord.


PSALM CXV. Long Metre. [*]
The true God our refuge; or, idolatry reproved.
TOT to ourfelves, who are but duft,
is glory due,
Eternal God, thou only juft,
Thou only gracious, wife and true.

2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful name;
Why fhould a heathen's haughty tongue
Infult us, and, to raise our fhame,
Say, "Where's the God you've fery'd fo long?"

8 The God we ferve maintains his throne
Above the clouds, beyond the skies;
Through all the earth his will is done,
He knows our groans, he hears our cries.

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4 But the vain idols they adore

Are fenfelefs fhapes of ftone and wood;
At beft, a mafs of glittering ore,
A filver faint, or golden god.

5 [With eyes and ears, they carve their head;
Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind:
In vain are coftly offerings made,

And vows are fcatter'd in the wind.
6 Their feet were never made to move,
Nor hands to fave when mortals pray;
Mortals that pay them fear or love,
Seem to be blind and deaf as they.]
70 Ifrael, make the Lord thy hope,
Thy. help, thy refuge, and thy reft:
The Lord fhall build thy ruins up,
And blefs the people and the priest.
8 The dead no more can fpeak thy praise,
They dwell in filence in the grave;
But we fhall live to fing thy grace,
And tell the world thy power to fave.

PSALM CXV. Particular Metre. [*]
Popish idolatry reproved.

OT to our names, thou only juft and true,
Not to our worthlefs names is glory due;
Thy power and grace, thy truth and juftice claim
Immortal honours to thy fovereign name.

Shine through the earth from heaven thy bleft abode,
Nor let the heathen say, "And where's your God!"
2 Heaven is thy higher court, there ftands thy throne,
And through the lower worlds thy will is done.
Our God fram'd all this earth, thefe heavens he spread,
But fools adore the gods their hands have made
The kneeling crowd, with looks devout, behold
Their filver faviours, and their faints of gold.

3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears;
The molten image neither fees nor hears :
Their hands are helplefs, nor their feet can move;
They have no fpeech, nor thought, nor power, nor


Yet fottifh mortals make their long complaints
To their deaf idols, and their movelefs faints.

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