19 They never fhall deplore with fhame, Because they trufted in the Lord, Nor ever dare his love to blame,

Or charge a failure on his word: For when the evil times fhall come,

And days of famine fhall draw near, The Lord fhall feed his flock at home,

And ferve them with the beft of cheer. 20 Though wicked men bring hecatombs,

And with their incenfe cloud the skies, From feigned hearts their worship comes, Which, like the sparks and vapour, flies: So hypocrites fhall flash away,

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Like fmoke of their own facrifice,
Or flames which o'er the altars play
When blazing gleams of incenfe rife.
21 The wicked, like the barren ground,
When water'd with the rains and dews,
Tho' with his fatteft bleffings crown'd,
To God their gratitude refuse: -
The Righteous, like a bleffed field,
Returns again an hundred-fold,
He fhall ten thoufand bleffings yield,
To cheer the hearts of young and old.
22 For those who do his bleffings fhare,
Shall hold the ear by lot divine;
But thofe of him who curfed are,

Shall fall beneath deftruction's line.

23 The Man of God fhall firmly tread, In all his ways directed well;

For all his steps are ordered

Of God, with whom his foul fhall dwell.

24 Although he fall, when forely pufh'd,
And roll his garments in his blood,

He thall not be entirely crush'd,
For God thall make his rifing good.

25 From.

25 From earliest age, my foul has feen

And known the vifions of the Lord;
Yet has the JUST ONE never been
Forlorn, according to the word:
Nor HE, nor any of his feed,
Whom, love divine and mercy lead,
Whom God, their Father, fays, I'll feed,
Did e'er complain for lack of bread:

They never turn'd, and never fhall,
Away from their eternal King,
(The Fountain of their bleffings all),
To beg from any earthly thing:
The heir of all things cannot lack,
Nor any of the children wail,
Whom God accepteth for his fake,

Tho' corn, and wine, and oil, fhould fail.

26 For He's the Well-fpring of their joys,
The Fountain of the Ifra'l true;
His mercy's pure, and never cloys,
And thee, O Zion, doth pursue.
27 Remove thy foot from evil ways,

And tread not in the paths of guile,
And be thou blefs'd for endless days;
Thy God fhall on thy labours fmile.
28 Jehovah just difcernment loves,

He ne'er forfakes his faints at all;
The faithful foot he ne'er removės,
But makes the evil-doers fall.
29 The righteous fhall poffefs the land,
And glory in their pleasant line;
And evermore their lot fhall stand:
They hold by heritage divine.

30 Wisdom is poured from the mouth,

And judgment tips the righteous tongue;

31 Within his heart the law of truth

Preferyes his fteps from going wrong.

32 The wicked watch the Holy One, And ly in wait his foul to flay; 33 The Lord his shield will interpone, And fafely guard him on his way. 34 Wait on the Lord, and watch his eye, He'll guide and raise thee to thy throne; And thou fhalt reign his King on high, And fee the wicked all undone.

35 I faw the wicked high in pow'r,

Fair-fpreading like a green bay-tree; 36 Away he pafs'd in his own hour,

I fought him-found he could not be. 37 Behold, the wicked are no more;

But mark the pure and perfect One, And all his upright ways explore,

You'll find them end in peace alone. 38 Tranfgreffors all fhall be destroy'd,

Like tares, in one promifcuous heap, When th' angels, by their Lord employ'd, Shall fly abroad the earth to reap. 39 The tares fhall feed th' eternal flames; But God fhall fave his elect race, On whom his brightest glory beams, Their darkness all away to chafe. 40 Jehovah fhall defend his charge,

As birds who fly, and pass, and turn, While hov❜ring vultures fly at large, Which for their helpless brood do burn: So they', fecure beneath his wing, Shall laugh at ev'ry bird of prey; And joyful reign with Chrift their King, When death and hell are fray'd away.

PSALM XXXVII.

THIS Pfalm alfo is all spoken in one person, and breathes forth the heaviest preffure and anguifh of fpirit, fupported by the most confummate meeknefs, patience, and refignation to the will of God: the language is borrowed from the most pungent feelings of one fuffering all manner of diftrefs in body, mind, character, and estate. That Meffiah is the perfon, is demonftrable from the very of the whole Pfalm, compared with all its parallels cited on the margin, with others, and read in the light of the four Evangelifts: fo that nothing more particular needs be faid in this place; only the reader may especially confult Pfalms vi. xl. Axix. and Ixxxviii. with their illustrations.

How heavy, heavy was the hour,
How heavy was the wo,

When tears with blood did flow!

While

The caufe of grief was human fin;
The pungent pain was death.
Look here, ye faints, this glass within
Behold, you're freed from wrath!

WHAT

floods of fire

upon me flow,

And rage within my foul,

That I may all the horrors know

Which o'er the damned roll!
For, lo, I come to bear thy wrath,
And in thy love I come,

For guilty men to die the death,
According to their doom;

face

For

For I delight to drink this cup,

Bitter as death and hell!
With thee that all my faints may fup,
And in thy kingdom dwell:

2 Thine arrows in a tempeft fall,
And fefter in their wound;
Thy scourging ftrokes me forely gall,
And leave no portion found.
I murmur not because I feel
The fierceness of thy wrath;
But bear the bruifing of my heel,
To fave my feed from death :

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In all my bones there is no peace,
Because of this my fin:

4 For mine iniquities increafe,
And pain me fore within:
'They are advanced o'er my head,
A dark and heavy cloud,
With which I'm over-burdened,
And fink beneath the load.

5 My feft'ring wounds opprefs me fore,
-And taint the air I breathe;
While I my foolishness deplore,
Which ftings my foul to death:

6 I'm grieved fore, and Bowed down,
While I my God obey,

And, troubled with his angry frown,
Go mourning all the day.

7 My loins are fill'd with dire difeafe,
And lothfome in extreme;

In all my flesh I find no eafe;

My anguifh makes me fcream.
8 I'm feeble, like a bruifed reed,
And broken to the ground;
I've roared while my heart did bleed
Afresh for ev'ry wound.

9 Lord,