ages, when language shall become more refined ABIJAH DAVIS. PSALMS OF DAVID. PSALM 1. C. M. And evil ne'er commits; Nor with the scoffer sits. The law is his delight, And meditates by night. Where living water flows, And prosper as he grows. 4 Fair as a leaf of ever-green Shall his profession shine; Like clusters on the vine. What vain designs they form; Like chaff before the storm. grace, When Christ, the Judge, at his right hand Appoints his saints a place. Is known to Jesus well; B PSALM 1. S. M. The saints happy, the sinners miscrable. 1 BLEST is the man of God, Who walks not with his foes; But treads the way that Jesus trod, And with the righteous goes. 2 The ways of sin abhor'd Afford him no delight, He reads by day and night. 3 He, like a thrifty tree, Abounds with choicest fruits, And grace, like rivers, full and free, The sap of life recruits. 4 The 'ungodly are not so; But sinners unforgiven, Before the wind is driven. *5 How will they bear to stand Before that judgment-seat, In full assembly meet? The way of virtue knows, PSALM 1. L. M. Avoid the place where sinners meet; Nor with the scoffer proudly sits. 2 The law is hits divine delight, He reads its precepts day and night; And while his soul on Jesus rests He well the sacred text digests. Near where some gentle river flows, Shall fertilize the growing tree. No long continuing peace of mind; So all their hope of glory Aies. In judgment, when with stern command Shall thus to sorrow doom them down. 6 “ My saints the way to glory trod; The parrow way that leads to God; PSALM 2. S. M. The kingdom of Christ. | WHY do the heathen rage, Till Christ their Lord be slain? Why should the people all engage To 'attempt a thing so vain? 2 Combin'd to tread him down, The kings in council say, “ Come, let us trample on his crown, And cast bis laws away.". 3 The Lord of glory smild And laugh'd his foes to scorn, Who rag'd against his holy child, The mighty Savior born, 4 He spake, and vext them sore, Who did the Son provoke; Loud as his awful thunders roar, The 'almighty Father spoke! 5 « On Zion's heavenly hill His throne shall ever stand, Shall ne'er possess the land. 6 I've made a firm decree, He's mine anointed one; O my beloved Son. To thee shall look and live; Ask me, my Son, and take the whole, Far earth is mine to give. 8 Thou shalt the rebels quell, And rule with iron rod, That dare to 'oppose their God." 9 Be wise, ye judges, now, And serve the Lord with fear; His word with trembling hear. 10 Accept his offer'd love, With faith and reverent awe, Nor think your royal powers above Submission to his law. 11 But if you disobey, You perish on the place; PSALM 2. C. M. With unrelenting strife?. |