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2 Yet, here, thy children to sustain
Shall be my lov’d employ;
Thy children, first and É. of men,
My friends, my highest joy.
3 Let heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone;
rout my delightful lot is cast
Where the true God is known.

4 The Lord provides my constant food, He fills my daily cup; Much am I pleas'd with present good, But more rejoice in hope. 5 God is my portion and my joy, His counsels are my light: He gives me sweet advice by day, And gent'e hints by night. 6 My soul would all her thoughts approve o his all-seeing eye : Nor death nor hell my hope shall move, While such a friend is nigh.

PSALM 17. First Part. S. M.
The Portion of Saints and Sinners.

1 RISE, my gracious God,
–And make the wicked flee:
They are but thy chastising rod,
To drive thy saints to thee.
2 Behold the sinner dies,
His § words are vain;
Here in this life his pleasure lies,
And all beyond is pain.

3 Then let his pride advance,
And boast oall his store;
The Lord is my inheritance,
My soul can wish no more.
4 I shall behold the face
Of my forgiving God;
And stand complete in righteousness,
Wash’d in my Saviour's blood.
5 There’s a new heav'n be
When I awake from death,
Drest in the likeness of thy Son,
And draw immortal breath.

PSALM 17. Second Part. L. M.
Rejoicing in the prospect of Heuven.

1 ORD, I am thine; but thou wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love : When men of spite against me join, They are the sword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion lie below, 'Tis all the happiness they know; 'Tis all they seek; they take their shares, And leave the rest among their heirs. 3 What sinners value I resign; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine : I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand to: in righteousness. 4 This life’s a dream, an .# show : But the bright world to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere; When shall I wake and find me there? 5 O glorious hour ! O blest abode : I shall be near and like my Cod : And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul.

6 # flesh shall slumber in the ground,
*Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

PSALM 18. First Part. L. M.
Deliverance from despair.

I HEE will I love, O Lord, my strength,
My rock, my tow'r, my high defence:
Thy mighty arm shall be my trust:
For I have found salvation thence.

2 Death, and the terrors of the grave,

Spread over me their dismal shade; hile floods of high temptations rose,

And made my sinking soul afraid.

3 I saw the op'ning gates of hell
With endless pains and sorrow there
Which none but they that feel, can tell;
While I was hurry'd to despair.

4 In my distress I call'd my God,
When I could scarce believe him mine:
He bow’d his ear to my complaints;
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 shone **
The face of my deliv'rer, God.

5 Temptations fled at his rebuke,
Dispell’d by his almighty breath:

He sent salvation from on high, And drew me from the depths of death. 7 Great were my fears, my foes were great, Much was their strength, and more their rage; But Christ, my Lord, is conqu’ror still, In all the wars that devils wage. 8 My song for ever snall record That terrible, that joyful hour; And give the glory to the Lord, Due to his mercy and his pow’r.

PSALM 18. Second Part. L. M.
Christian Sincerity.

I ORD, thou hast form'd my soul sincere,
Hast made thy truth and love appear:
Before mine eyes I set thy laws,
And thou hast own'd my righteous cause.

2 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways,
I’ve walk’d upright before thy face :
And if my feet from thee depart,
It grieves my soul, it wounds my heart.
3 What sore temptations broke my rest
What wars and strugglings in my breast !
But, thro’ thy grace #. reigns within,
I guard against my darling sin.
4 The sin that close besets me still,
That works and strives against my will:
When shall thy Spirit's so sign pow'r
Destroy it, that it rise no more?
5 With an impartial hand, the Lord
Deals out to mortals their reward:
The kind and faithful soul shall find
A God all faithful and most kind.
6 The just and pure shall ever say, -
Thou art more pure, more just than they :
And men that love revenge shall know
God hath an arm of vengeance too.

PSALM 18. Third Part. L. M.
Rejoicing in God our Saviour.

1 TUST are thy ways, and true thy word,
Great Rock of my secure abode :

Who is a God beside the Lord's
Or where's a refuge like our God?

2 Tis he that girds me with lot.
Gives me his holy sword to wield;
And while with sin and hell I fight,
Spreads his salvation for my shield.

3 He lives, (and blessed be my Rock)
The God of my salvation lives;
The dark designs of hell he broke:
Sweet is the peace my Saviour gives.

4 Before the scoffers of the age
I will exalt my Saviour's name:
Nor tremble at their mighty rage,
But meet reproach, and bear the shame.
PSALM 18. Fourth Part. C. M.

Victory over national enemies. 1 E love thee, Lord, and we adore; Now is thine arm reveal’d: Thou art our strength, our heav'nly tow'r Our bulwark and our shield.

2 We fly to cur eternal rock,
And find a sure defence:
His holy name our lips invoke,
And draw salvation thence.

3 When God our leader shines in arms, What mortal heart can bear The thunder of his loud alarms? The lightning of his spear? 4 He rides upon the winged wind; And angels in array, In millions, wait to know his mind, And swift as flames obey. 5 He #. and at his fierce rebuke Whole armies are dismay’d; His voice, his frown, his angry look Strike all their courage dead. 6 He forms our gen'rals for the field, With all their dreadful skill; Gives them his awful sword to wield, And makes their hearts of steel. 7 He arms our captains for the fight, (Tho' there his name’s forgot) He girded Cyrus with his might, hen Cyrus knew him not. 8 Oft has the Lord whole nations blest For his own children’s sake: The pow’rs, that give his people rest, Shall of his care partake. PSALM 18. Fifth Part. C. M. The same, 1 O thine almighty arm we owe The triumphs of the day : Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe, nd melt his strength away,


2 ”Tis by thine aid our troops prevail,
And break united pow'rs:
Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale
The proudest of their tow’rs.
3 How have we chas'd them thro’ the field,
And trod them to the ground,
While thy salvation was our shield,
And they no shelter found !

4 In vain to idol saints they cry,
And perish in their blood:
Where is a rock so great, so high,
So pow'rful as our God?
5 The Rock of Israel ever lives,
His name be ever blest;
'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives,
He gives his people rest.
PSALM 18. Siarth Part. P. M. 10s.
Thanksgiving, applied to the American Revolution.
1 To bless the Lord, our God, in strains divine,
With thankful hearts, and raptur'd voices
To us what wonders his right hand hath shown :
Mercies, his chosen tribes have scarcely known :
Like David blest, begin th’ enraptur’d song;
Let praise and joy awaken ev'ry tongue.

2. When, fir’d to rage, against our nation rose
Chiefs of proud name, and bands of haughty foes;
He train’d our hosts to fight, with arms array’d,
With health invigor'd, and with bounty fed :
Gave us his chosen chief our sons to guide;
Heard ev'ry pray’r, and ev'ry want supply'd.
3 He gave their armies captive to our hands,
Or sent them frustrate to their native lands;
Burst the dark snare, disclos’d the miry pit,
And led to broad, safe grounds, our sliding feet:
Bounteous, for us, extended regions won,
The fairest empire spread beneath the sun.
4. When, dark and threat’ning, civil broils arose,
Each hope grew dim, and friends were chang'd
to foes;
God was our stay, our help, our heav'nly shield:
His §: preserv'd us, and his arm upheld;
Sav'd us from tumults dire, and deep distress;
Enlarg’d our blessings, and confirm'd our peace.
5 No more against our land shall strangers rise
But fade, and fade, beneath avenging skies:
Pleas'd, the fierce heathen yield to happier
sway; -
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