8 Who barter's not his foul's esteem, Whate'er proud fin its worth may deem; But, frank to all, thofe only loves In whom a kindred spirit moves. 9 A friend to all, the dearest joy ΙΟ II In hatred's trade he bears no part, This is the man of heavenly kind, XXVIII. PSALM XVI. Com. M. WATTS. Bleffing from GOD, and perfect Satisfaction in him. SAY I AVE me, O Lord, from every foe; 2 Yet if my God prolong my breath, 3 4 Thy hand provides my constant food, Much am I pleafed with prefent good, 5 Thou art my portion, and my stay; Thou art the fun that lights my day, 6 My foul would all her thoughts approve Nor death nor hell my faith fhall move, XXIX. PSALM XVI. Com. M. PATRICK. The fame, with Submiffion to Providence. G OD is my portion, all my good 2 I envy not the great man's ftate, Much am I pleased with what I have, 3 Yet, Lord, with wisdom I would bow Chaftifement guards me from the world, 4 While thou art prefent to my mind, Than all of earth or fenfe, afpires; 5 And whether profperous or adverse My lot of life shall be; I Still may I guard my foul from ill, XXX. PSALM XVI. Long Met. B E ftrong, my heart; and still adore Thy God, and ftill thy faith approve ; This is thy laft conflicting hour, The last dear proof of virtuous love. 2 Be ftrong my heart; thy comfort this, 3 Then calmly to his will I bow; That I have lived, my thanks demands; XXXI. PSALM XVII. Long M. WATTS. The Profpects of a good Man contrafted with the hopeless State of the Sinner. Ι 2 L ORD, I am thine; and thou wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love; Though worldly men to wound me join, They are the fword, the hand is thine. Their hope and portion lies below; 'Tis all the happiness they know, 'Tis all they feek; they take their shares, And leave the reft among their heirs. 3 4 5 What finners value, I refign; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine; And ftand complete in righteousness. This life's a dream, an empty show; But the bright world, to which I go, Hath joys fubftantial and fincere; When fhall I wake, and find me there? O glorious hour! O bleft abode ! I fhall be near and like my God! And flesh and fin no more control. The facred pleasures of my foul. XXXII. PSALM XVII. Com. M. STEELE. The Bleffedness of the Divine Prefence with us. MY Y God, the vifits of thy love Than all the flattering world can give, 2 But clouds and darknefs intervene ; 3 Oh guide this wandering heart to thee Break through the shades of fenfe and fin 4 May all thy glory round me fhine, And every cloud remove; Renew my heart, and fit my foul PSALM I XXXIII. Y PSALM XVII. Com. Met. The fame. E wretched flaves of this world's blifs, How mean your best enjoyment is! 2 And thou, ambition's bloated fon, 3 But many a bitter curse 4 Yet though this life were all of man, 5 The wisdom, which this world defigned, While pleasures, proper to the mind, 6 But this is not the whole of man, PSALM |