Those that oppofe thy laws, and thee,
I count them enemies to me.

3 Lord, fearch my foul, try ev'ry thought!
Tho' my own heart accuse me not
Of walking in a false disguise,

I beg the the trial of thy eyes.

4 Doth fecret mischief lurk within?
Do I indulge fome unknown fin
O turn my feet when-e'er I ftray,
And lead me in the perfect way.

CCLXIX.

Watchfulness and

Brotherly Reproof. Pfal. cxli.

A Morning or Evening PSALM.

M

Y God, accept my early vows,

Like morning incenfe in thy houfe;

And let my nightly worship rife,

Sweet as the ev'ning facrifice.

2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From ev'ry rafh and heedlefs word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty paths where finners lead.

3 O may the righteous, when I ftray,
Smite and reprove my wand'ring way!
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruife, but chear my head.

4 When I behold them preft with grief,
I'll cry to heav'n for their relief;
And by my warm petitions prove,
How much I prize their faithful love.

CCLXX.

Affiftance and Victory
Pfal. cxliv. 1, 2.

from God.

"F

OR ever bleffed be the Lord,
My Saviour and my shield :

He fends his Spirit, with his word,
To arm me for the field.

2 When fin and hell their force unite,
He makes my foul his care;
Inftructs me in the heav'nly fight,
And guards me thro' the war.

3 A friend, and helper fo divine,
Does my weak courage raise ;
He makes the glorious vic'ry mine
And his fhall be the praife.

CCXXI. The Vanity of Man, and Condefcenfion of God. Plal. cxliv. 3, &c.

LORD, what is man, poor feeble man,

Born of the earth at first ?

His

His life a fhadow, light and vain,
Still hafting to the duft.

2 O what is feeble dying man,

Or any of his race,

That God fhould make it his concern
To vifit him with grace!

3 That God, who darts his lightning down,
Who shakes the worlds above,

And mountains tremble at his frown,
How wondrous is his love!

CCLXXII. The greatness of God.
Pfal. cxlv. 1---7, 11, &c.

L

ONG as I live, I'll blefs thy name,
My king, my God of love;

My work and joy fhall be the fame,

In the bright world above.

2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown,

And let his praise be great ;
I'll fing the honours of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

3 Thy grace fhall dwell upon my tongue;
And while my lips rejoice,

The men that hear my facred song,
Shall join their chearful voice.

4

Fathers to fons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways;

Ages

Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations found thy praife.

5 Thy glorious deeds of antient date
Shall thro' the world be known;
Thy arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly state,
With public fplendor shown.

6 The world is manag'd by thy hands,
The faints are rul'd by love;
And thy eternal kingdom ftands,
Tho' rocks and hills fhould move.

CCLXXIII.

The Goodness of

God. Pfal. cxlv. 7, &c.

'S

WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
My God, my heav'nly King;

Let age to age thy righteousness,
In founds of glory fing.

2 God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies;

Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines,
And ev'ry want fupplies.

3 With longing eyes, thy creatures wait,
On thee for daily food;

Thy lib'ral hand provides them meat,
And fills their mouth with good.

4 How kind are thy compaffions, Lord! How flow thy anger moves!

But foon he fends his pard'ning word,
To chear their fouls he loves.

5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
But faints that taste thy richest grace,
Delight to blefs thy name.

CCLXXIV. Mercy to Sufferers ; or, God hearing Prayer. Pfal. cxlv. 14, 17, &c.

LET

ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou fov'reign Lord of all;

Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor that fall.

2 When forrow bows the spirit down,
Or virtue lies diftreft,

Beneath fome proud oppreffor's frown,
Thou giv'ft the mourners reft.

3 The Lord fupports our tott'ring days,
And guides our giddy youth ;
Holy and juft are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.

4 He knows the pains his fervants feel;

He hears his children cry;

And their best wishes to fulfil,

His grace is ever nigh.