PSALMS.

PSALM I. Common Metre.

The Happiness of the Righteous and the Misery of the

Wicked.

1 BLEST is the man who shuns the place
Where sinners love to meet;
Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the scoffer's seat:

2 But in the statutes of the Lord
Has plac'd his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the word,
And meditates by night.

3 He, like a tree of gen'rous kind,
By living waters set,

Safe from the storm and blasting wind,
Enjoys a peaceful state.

4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair
Shall his profession shine;
Whilst fruits of holiness appear
Like clusters on the vine.

5 Not so th' impious and unjust;
What vain designs they form!
Their hopes are blown away like dust,
Or chaff before the storm.

6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand
Among the sons of grace,

When Christ, the Judge, at ins right hand
Appoints his saints a place.

7 His eye beholds the path they tread,
His heart approves it well;
But crooked ways of sinners lead
Down to the gates of hell.

PSALM II. Common Metre.

The Exaltation of Christ.

WATTS.

1 ATTEND, O earth, when God declares His uncontroll'd decree;

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"Thou art my Son, this day, my Heir, "Have I begotten thee.

"Upon my holy Zion's hill

"My King I thee ordain;

"And though thy foes dispute my will,
66 Thou shalt for ever-reign.

"Ask and receive thy full demands,
"Thine shall the heathen be;
"The utmost limits of the lands
"Shall be possess'd by thee.

4 "Thy righteous sceptre thou shalt sway,
"And all thy foes command;
"Just as the potter breaks the clay,
"And moulds it with his hand."
5 Be wise, ye princes, then; give ear,
Ye judges of the earth;

Worship the Lord with holy fear,
Rejoice with awful mirth.

6 Approach the Son with due respect,
To him your homage pay;

Lest ye persist in your neglect,
And perish in your way.

7 If but in part his anger rise, Who can endure the flame?

Then blest are they whose hope relies On his most holy Name.

PSALM II. Short Metre.

TATE, varied.

The Death, Resurrection and Glory of Christ.
1 MAKER, and sov'reign Lord
Of heav'n, and earth, and seas,
Thy providence confirms thy word,
And answers thy decrees.

2 The things so long foretold
By David, are fulfill'd;

When Jews and Gentiles join'd to slay Jesus, thy holy Child.

3 Why did the Gentiles rage,

And Jews with one accord Unite their counsels to destroy Th' Anointed of the Lord?

4 Rulers and kings agree

To form a vain design;

Against the Lord they join their pow'rs, Against his Christ combine.

5 The Lord derides their rage, And will support his throne;

He who hath rais'd him from the dead, Hath own'd him for his Son.

6 He asks, and God bestows A vast inheritance;

Far as the earth's remotest ends
His kingdom shall advance.

WATTS.

PSALM III. Common Metre.

Doubts and Fears suppressed.

1 My God, how many are my fears!
How fast my foes increase!

Their number, how it multiplies!
How fatal to my peace!

2 The lying tempter would persuade
There's no relief from heav'n;
And all my swelling sins appear
Too great to be forgiv'n.

3 But thou, O Lord, art my defence,
On thee my hopes rely;
My sinking spirit thou wilt raise,
And lift my head on high.

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4 In former times of deep distress
To God I made my pray'r;
He heard me from his holy hill
Why should I now despair?
5 Guarded by him, I lay me down
My sweet repose to take;
For I through him securely sleep,
Through him in safety wake.
6 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His arm alone can save ;
Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

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TATE and WATAS, united and varied.

PSALM IV. ver. 6, 7. Common Metre. * or b True Happiness only in God,

1 WHEN fancy spreads her boldest wings, And wanders unconfin'd,

Amidst the varied scene of things
Wich entertain the mind;

2 In vain we trace creation o'er,
In search of sacred rest;
The whole creation is too poor
To make us fully blest.

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3 In vain would this low world employ
Each flatt'ring specious wile
For what can yield a real joy
But our Creator's smile?

4 Let earth with all her charms depart,
Unworthy of the mind;
In God alone our restless heart
An equal bliss can find.

5 Great Source of all felicity,
To thee our wishes tend!

Do not these wishes rise from thee,
And in thy favour end?

6 Thy favour, Lord, is all we want,
Here would our spirit rest;

O seal the rich, the boundless grant,
And make us fully blest!

Mrs. STEELE.

PSALM IV. ver. 8. Long Metre.
An Evening Song.

1 THUS far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far his pow'r prolongs my days,
And ev'ry ev'ning shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to wast,
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past,

And gives me strength for days to come. 3 1 lay my body down to sleep, Peace is the pillow for my head;