4 [Firm to his word he ever stood,
And always makes his promise good:
Nor dares to change the thing he swears,
Whatever pain or loss he bears.]

5 [He never deals in bribing gold,
And mourns that justice should be sold;
While others gripe and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.]
e 6 He loves his enemies, and prays
For those who curse him to his face;
-And does to all men still the same
That he would hope or wish from them.
7 Yet when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone :-
o This is the man thy face shall see,
And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.

e 1

PSALM 16. L. M. 1st Part. Shoel. [b]
Good Works profit Men, not God.

PRESERVE

RESERVE me, Lord, in time of need;
For succour to thy throne I flee,

But have no merits there to plead ;
My goodness cannot reach to thee.

e 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confess'd,
How empty and how poor I am;

My praise can never make thee blest,
Nor add new glories to thy name.

-3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good we do;
These are the company I keep,

These are the choicest friends I know.
4 Let others choose the sons of mirth,
To give a relish to their wine;

I love the men of heavenly birth,
Whose thoughts and language are divine.

"H

L. M. 2nd Part. Green's. [*]

Christ's All-sufficiency.

Ow fast their guilt and sorrows rise,
Who haste to seek some idol god;

will not taste their sacrifice,

Their off'rings of forbidden blood.

2 My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon;
He for my life has offer'd up
Jesus his best beloved Son.
3 His love is my perpetual feast;
By day his counsels guide me right:
And be his name for ever blest,
Who gives me sweet advice by night.
4 I set him still before mine eyes;
At my right hand he stands prepar'd,
To keep my soul from all surprise,
And be my everlasting guard.]

1

L. M. 3rd Part. Moreton. Quercy. [*]
Courage in Death, and Hope of the Resurrection.

WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong,

His arm is my almighty prop; o Be glad, my heart, rejoice, my tongue, e My dying flesh shall rest in hope.

2 Though in the dust I lay my head;
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.
-3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then wilt thou lead the wondrous way,
Up to thy throne above the sky.

o 4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discov'ries of thy grace
(Which we but tasted here below,)
Spread heavenly joys thro' all the place.

C. M. 1st Part. Abridge. Barby. [*]
V. 1-3.—Support and Counsel from God.

1 [SAVE me, O Lord, from every foe;
In thee my trust I place;

Though all the good which I can do,
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.

2 Yet, if my God prolong my breath,
The saints may profit by 't;
The saints, the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.]

3 Let heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone;
But my delightful lot is cast,

Where the true God is known.

4 His hand provides my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;

Much am I pleas'd with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.

5 God is my portion and my joy;
His counsels are my light;
He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.

6 My soul would all her thoughts approve To his all-seeing eye;

Not death, nor hell, my hopes will move,
While such a friend is nigh.

C. M. 2nd Part. Sunday. Doxology. [*]
The Death and Resurrection of Christ.
SET the Lord before my face,

d 1 1 [

'He bears my courage up;

'My heart and tongue their joys express, My flesh shall rest in hope.

2 'My Spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave, 'Where souls departed are;

'Nor quit my body to the grave,
'To see corruption there.

3 'Thou wilt reveal the path of life,
'And raise me to thy throne;
"Thy courts immortal pleasure give,
"Thy presence joys unknown."

4 Thus in the name of Christ the Lord,
The holy David sung,

And Providence fulfils the word
Of his prophetic tongue.]

p 5 Jesus, whom ev'ry saint adores,
Was crucify'd and slain:

o Behold, the tomb its prey restores! Behold, he lives again!

-6 When shall my feet arise and stand On heaven's eternal hills;

o There sits the Son at God's right hand, And there the Father smiles.

PSALM 17. S. M. Peckham. [*]
V. 13, &c.-Portion of Saints and of Sinners.

1 ARISE, my gracious God,

And make the wicked flee;
They are but thy chastising rod,
To drive thy saints to thee.
p 2 Behold, the sinner dies,

His haughty words are vain;
Here-in this life his pleasure lies,
And all beyond is pain.

e 3 Then let his pride advance,
And boast of all his store;

-The Lord is my inheritance,
My soul can wish no more.
I shall behold the face

0 4

Of my forgiving God;

And stand complete in righteousness,
Wash'd in my Saviour's blood.

$ 5 There's a new heav'n begun,
When I awake from death-
Dress'd in the likeness of thy Son,
And draw immortal breath.
L. M. Islington. [*]

The Saint's Hope; or the Resurrection.

1 [ORD, I am thine: but thou wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love:

When men of spite against me join,
They are the sword, the hand is thine.
2 Their hope and portion lie below;
"Tis all the happiness they know;

'Tis all they seek; they take their shares,
And leave the rest among their heirs.]
3 What sinners value, I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:
。 I shall behold thy blissful face,

And stand complete in righteousness. p 4 This life's a dream, an empty show; -But the bright world to which I goo Hath joys substantial and sincere; e When shall I wake and find me there? -5 O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near, and like my God!

And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
a 6 My flesh will slumber in the ground,
-Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

PSALM 18. L. M. 1st Part. Green's. [*]

TH

Ver. 1—6, 15—18.

Deliverance from Despair; or Temptations overcome. 1 THEE will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock, my tower, my high defence: Thy mighty arm shall be my trust,

For I have found salvation thence.

e 2 Death, and the terrours of the grave,
Stood round me with their dismal shade ;
While floods of high temptation rose,
And made my sinking soul afraid.
e 3 I saw the op'ning gates of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there;
Which none, but they that feel, can tell,
While I was hurry'd to despair.

4 In my distress I call'd my God, When I could scarce believe him mine; He bow'd his ear to my complaint; o Then did his grace appear divine. 5 [With speed he flew to my relief; As on a cherub's wing he rode; Awful and bright, as lightning, shone The face of my deliv'rer God.] 0 6 Temptations fled at his rebuke, The blast of his almighty breath; He sent salvation from on high,

And drew me from the depths of death.

7 [Great were my fears, my foes were great;
Much was their strength, and more their rage;
But Christ, my Lord, is conqu❜ror still,
In all the wars that devils wage.]

s 8 My song for ever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
And give the glory to the Lord,
Due to his mercy and his pow'r :