5 How will the powers of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul be lost!
But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.
6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.

PSALM 13.-C. M. [b]

Complaint under temptations of the devil.

H My God, how long delay?

OW long wilt thou conceal thy face?

When shall I feel those heavenly rays
Which chase my fears away?

2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain ?
Thy word can all my foes control,
And ease my raging pain.

3 See how the prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts;

He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.

Be thou my sun, be thou my shield;
My soul in safety keep;

Make haste, before mine eyes are seal'd
In death's eternal sleep.

5 How would the tempter boast aloud
If I become his prey!

Behold the sons of hell grow proud
At thy so long delay.

But they shall fly at thy rebuke,

And Satan hide his head:

He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace
Where all my hopes have hung;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And vict'ry shall be sung.

PSALM 14.-1st Part. C. M. [b]
By nature all men are sinners.

1 OOLS in their hearts believe and say,
That all religion's vain;
"There is no God that reigns on high,
"Or minds th' affairs of men."

2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane,
Corrupt discourse proceeds;

And in their impious hands are found
Abominable deeds.

8 The Lord, from his celestial throne,
Look'd down on things below,
To find the man that sought his grace,
Or did his justice know.

By nature all are gone astray;

Their practice all the same:

There's none that fears his Maker's hand,
There's none that loves his name.

5 Their tongues are us'd to speak deceit;
Their slanders never cease;
How swift to mischief are their feet!
Nor know the paths of peace.

6 Such seeds of sin (that bitter root)
In every heart are found;

Nor can they bear diviner fruit,,
Till grace refine the ground.

1

PSALM 14.-2d Part. C. M. [b]
The folly of persecutors.

A

RE sinners now so senseless grown,
That they the saints devour;

And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful power?

2 Great God! appear to their surprise,
Reveal thy dreadful name!

Let them no more thy wrath despise,
Nor turn our hope to shame.

3 Dost thou not dwell among the just?
And yet our foes deride,

That we should make thy name our trust;
Great God! confound their pride.

40 that the joyful day were come,

To finish our distress!

When God shall bring his children home
Our songs shall never cease.

PSALM 15.-C. M. [*]

Characters of a saint; or, a citizen of Zion; or, the qualifications of a Christian. HO'shall inhabit in thy hill,

1 WHO God of holiness?

Whom will the Lord admit to dwell
So near his throne of grace?

2 The man that walks in picus ways,
And works with righteous hands;
That trusts his Maker's promises,
And follows his commands.

3 He speaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor slanders with his tongue:
Will scarce believe an ill report
Nor do his neighbour wrong.

C

4 The wealthy sinner he contemns,
Loves all that fear the Lord;
And though to his own hurt he swears,
Still he performs his word.

5 His hands disdain a golden bribe,
And never gripe the poor:
This man shall dwell with God on earth,
And find his heaven secure.

PSALM 15.-L. M. [*]

Religion and justice, goodness and truth; or, duties to God and man; or, the qualifications of a Christian.

HO shall ascend thy heavenly place,

1 W Great God, and dwell before thy face?

The man that minds religion now,

And humbly walks with God below:

2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean, Whose lips still speak the thing they mean No slanders dwell upon his tongue : He hates to do his neighbour wrong. 8 [Scarce will he trust an ill report, Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt: Sinners of state he can despise, But saints are honour'd in his eyes.] 4. [Firm to his word he ever stood,

And always makes his promise good;
Nor dares to change the thing he swears,
Whatever pain or loss he bears.]

5 [He never deals in bribing gold,

And mourns that justice should be sold:
While others gripe and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.]

6 He loves his enemies, and prays
For those that curse him to his face;
And doth to all men still the same

That he would hope or wish from them. 7 Yet, when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone: This is the man thy face shall see, And dwell forever, Lord, with thee.

PSALM 16.-1st Part. L. M. [b] Confession of our poverty, and saints the best company; or, good works profit men, not God.

1

PRESE

RESERVE me, Lord, in time of need;
For succour to thy throne I flee,

But have no merits there to plead :
My goodness cannot reach to thee.

2 Oft have my heart and tongue confest
How empty and how poor I am;
My praise can never make thee blest,
Nor add new glories to thy name.

3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap Some profit by the good we do:

These are the company I keep,

These are the choicest friends I know.

4 Let others choose the sons of mirth,
To give a relish to their wine;
I love the men of heavenly birth,
Whose thoughts and language are divine.

PSALM 16.-2d Part. L. M. [b]
Christ's all-sufficiency.

Ow fast their guilt and sorrows rise,

HOW

Who haste to seek some idol-god!"