3 They put thy judgments from their sight, 4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand; PSALM XI. L. M. The awful Prospect of the Wicked from the Righteous 1 THE Lord in heav'n has fix'd his throne, 2 If he afflicts his saints so far, To prove their love, and try their grace, What may the bold transgressors fear? His very soul abhors their ways. 3 On impious wretches he shall rain Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death, Such as he kindled on the plain Of Sodom with his angry breath. 4 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere: They put thy judgments from their sight, They boast of their exalted height, Arise, O God, lift up thine hand; PSALM XI. L. M. The awful Prospect of the Wicked from the Righteous Character of God. 1 THE Lord in heav'n has fix'd his throne, His eyes survey the world below; To him all mortal things are known, His eyelids search our spirit through. 2 If he afflicts his saints so far, To prove their love, and try their grace, What may the bold transgressors fear? His very soul abhors their ways. 3 On impious wretches he shall rain Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death, Such as he kindled on the plain Of Sodom with his angry breath. 4 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere: And with a gracious eye Leholds PSALM XII. C. M. God the Help of his People in evil and corrupt Times. 2 Is not thy chariot hast'ning on? 3 Yes,' saith the Lord, 'now will I rise, 'And make oppressors flee; 'I shall appear to their surprise, 'And set my servants free.' 4 Thy word, like silver sev'n times try'd, Pleading with God under Desertion; or, Hope 1 HOW long wilt thou conceal thy face, When shall I feel those heav'nly rays 2 Be thou my Sun, and thou my Shield, Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd 3 Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace, The general Corruption of the World-a Prayer for God's Salvation. 1 TH' Eternal Monarch from on high, If haply some he yet might see, 2 He look'd, but ah! not one could find 3 O mighty Lord, to Isr'el's eyes |