5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make ev'ry path of duty ftrait,
And plain before my face.

CLIII.

The Sovereignty and

Condefcention of God. Pfal. viii.

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Lord, our heav'nly king,

Thy name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are fpread,
And o'er the heav'ns they fhine.

2 When to thy works on high,
I raise my wond'ring eyes,
And fee the moon compleat in light,

Adorn the darkfome skies.

3 When I furvey the ftars,

And all their fhining forms,

Lord, what is man! that worthlefs thing
A-kin to duft and worms!

4 Lord what is worthless man,
That thou fhouldt love him fo!
Next to thy angels he is plac'd,
And Lord of all below.

5 Thy honours crown his head,

While beasts, like flaves, obey;

And birds that cut the air with wings,

And fish that cleave the fea,

6 How rich thy bounties are!
How wondrous are thy ways!

Of duft and worms thy pow'r can frame,
A monument of praise.

7

Out of the mouths of babes, And fucklings, thou canst draw Surprizing honours to thy name, And ftrike the world with awe.

8 O Lord, our heav'nly king,
Thy name is all divine:

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heav'ns they fhine.

CLIV. Chrift's Condefcention and Glorification,

2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night;
And ftars that well adorn the sky,"
Those moving worlds of light.

3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells fo far below,

That thou shouldst visit him with grace,
That thou fhouldft love him fo!

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4 That thy beloved Son fhould bear
To take a mortal-form;

Made lower than the angels are
To fave a dying worm!

5

Let him be crown'd with majefty Who bow'd his head to death; And be his honours founded high, By all things that have breath.

6 Jefus, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thy exalted name!

The glories of thy heav'nly state

Let the whole earth proclaim.

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CLV. The Characters of a Saint.

I

W

HO fhall inhabit in thy hill,

O God of holiness ?

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

2 The man that trufts in Jesus' name,
The Lord our righteousness:

Who gave his life to rescue him,
And bring his foul to peace :

3 Who loves the Lord, that dy'd to fave,
His finking foul from hell;

And to his Saviour's glory lives,

And minds his ftatutes well.

4.

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

5 He fpeaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor flanders with his tongue;
Will scarce believe an ill report,
Or do his neighbour wrong.

6 The wealthy finner he contemns,
Loves all that fear the Lord;
And tho' to his own hurt he fwears,
Still he performs his word.

7 His hand difdains a golden bribe,
And never gripe the poor.

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This man shall dwell with God on earth,

And find his heav'n fecure.

CLVI. Nature and Scripture Or, the Glory and Succefs of the Gofpel. Pfal. xix.

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HE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord,
In ev'ry ftar thy wifdom fhines ;

But when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.

a The rolling fun, the changing light, And nights and days thy pow'r confefs;

But the bleft volume thou haft writ,
Reveals thy juftice and thy grace.

3 Sun, moon, and ftars, convey thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never ftand;
So when thy truth began it's race,

It touch'd and glanc'd on ev'ry land.

4 Nor fhall thy spreading gospel reft,
'Till thro' the world, thy truth has run ;
'Till Chrift has all the nations bleft,
That fee the light, or feel the fun.

5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Blefs the dark world with heav'nly light:
Thy gospel makes the fimple wife,

Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.

6 Thy nobleft wonders here we view, In fouls renew'd and fins forgiv'n; Lord I believe thy gospel true,

And make thy word my guide to heav'n.

CLVII. Looking to God.

Lift to God, my heart

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My truft is in his name:

Let not my foes that feek my hurt,
E'er triumph in my fhame.

2 Sin and the pow'rs of hell, Perfuade me to dispair;

Lord