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6 The righteous Lord loves righteous fouls,
Whofe thoughts and actions are fincere,
And with a gracious eye beholds
The men who his own image bear.

Such as he kindled on the plain
Of Sodom, with his angry breath.


PSALM XII. Long Metre.


The faints' fafety and hope in evil times; or, fins of the tongue complained of, viz. blafphemy, falsehood, &c. doft not foon appear, Virtue and truth will flee away : A faithful man among us here Will fcarce be found, if thou delay.

2 The whole difcourfe, when neighbours meet,
Is fill'd with trifles loofe and vain;
Their lips are flattery and deceit,
And their proud language is profane.
3 But lips that with deceit abound


Shall not maintain their triumph long: The God of vengeance will confound The flattering and blaspheming tongue. "Yet fhall our words be free," they cry, "Our tongues fhall be controll'd by none: "Where is the Lord will afk us why ? "Or fay our lips are not our own?" 5 The Lord, who fees the poor opprefs'd, And hears th' oppreffor's haughty ftrain, Will rife to give his children reft, Nor fhall they truft his word in vain. 6 Thy word, O Lord, though often try'd, Void of deceit fhall ftill appear; Not filver, feven times purify'd

From drofs and mixture, fhines fo clear. 7 Thy grace fhall, in the darkest hour, Defend the holy foul from harm; Though when the vileft men have power, On every fide will finners fwarm.



PSALM XII. Common Metre. Complaint of a general corruption of manners; or, the promife and figns of Chrift's coming to judgment.

HE ELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail;

Religion lofes ground!

The fons of violence prevail,
And treacheries abound.

2 Their oaths and promifes they break,
Yet act the flatterer's part;
With fair deceitful lips they fpeak,
And with a double heart.

3 If we reprove fome hateful lie,
How is their fury stirr'd!
"Are not our lips our own," they cry,
"And who fhall be our Lord."

4 Scoffers appear on every fide,
Where a vile race of men
Is rais'd to feats of power and pride,
And bear the fword in vain.


5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blafphemy grows bold,
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold;

6 Is not thy chariot haftening on?
Haft thou not given the fign?
May we not truft and live upon
A promife fo divine ?


“Yes, faith the Lord, now will I rife,
"And make oppreffors flee;
"I fhall appear to their furprise,
"And fet my fervants free."

8 Thy word, like filver feven times try'd,
Through ages fhall endure:
The men who in thy truth confide
Shall find thy promife fure.

PSALM XIII. Long Metre.


Pleading with God under defertion; or, hope in darkness.

O Lord, fhall I

Like one who feeks his God in vain ?
Canft thou thy face forever hide,
And I ftill pray and be deny'd ?
2 Shall I forever be forgot,

As one whom thou regardeft not?
Still fhall my foul thy abfence mourn ?
And fill defpair of thy return?


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3 How long fhall my poor troubled breaft
Be with thefe anxious thoughts oppress'd?
And Satan, my malicious foe,
Rejoice to fee me funk fo low?

4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
Before my death concludes my grief;
If thou withhold'ft thy heavenly light,
I fleep in everlafling night.

5 How will the powers of darkness boaft,
If but one praying foul be loft!
But I have trufted in thy grace,
And fhall again behold thy face.
6 Whate'er my fears or foes fuggeft,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my reft;
My heart fhall feel thy love, and raife
My cheerful voice to fongs of praife.

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PSALM XIII. Common Metre. [b] Complaint under temptations of the devil. OW long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay P When fhall I feel thofe heavenly rays Which chafe my fears away?


2 How long fhall my poor lab'ring foul Wreftle and toil in vain ?

Thy word can all my foes control,
And eafe my raging pain.

3 See how the prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts;

He fpreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.

4 Be thou my fun, be thou my fhield;
My foul in fafety keep;

Make hafte, before mine eyes are feal'd
In death's eternal fleep.

5 How would the tempter boast aloud
If I become his
Behold the fons of hell grow proud
At thy fo long delay.

6 But they fhall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head :
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.

7 Thou wilt difplay that fovereign, grace
Where all my hopes have hung;
I fhall employ my lips in praise,
And victory fhall be fung.

PSALM XIV. 1ft Part. Common Metre. [b] By nature all men are finners. 1 FOOLS in their hearts believe and say,

That religion's vain;

"There is no God that reigns on high, "Or minds th' affairs of men."

2 From thoughts fo dreadful and profane
Corrupt difcourfe proceeds;

And in their impious hands are found
Abominable deeds.

3 The Lord, from his celeftial throne,
Look'd down on things below,
To find the man that fought his grace,
Or did his juftice know.

4 By nature all are gone aftray;
Their practice all the fame :

There's none that fears his Maker's hand,
There's none that loves his name.

5 Their tongues are us'd to fpeak deceit;
Their flanders never ceafe ;

How fwift to mifchief are their feet!
Nor know the paths of peace.

6 Such feeds of fin (that bitter root)
In every heart are found;
Nor can they bear diviner fruit,
Till grace refine the ground.

PSALM XIV. 2d Part. Common Metre. [b] The folly of perfecutors.


1 RE finners now fo fenfelefs grown,
That they the faints devour;
And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful power?

2 Great God! appear to their furprise,
Reveal thy dreadful name!
Let them no more thy wrath defpife,
Nor turn our hope to fhame.

3 Doft thou not dwell among the juft? And yet our foes deride,

That we fhould make thy name our truft:
Great God! confound their pride.

4 O that the joyful day were come, To finish our diftrefs!


When God fhall bring his children home,
Our fongs fhall never ceafe.

PSALM XV. Common Metre.


Characters of a faint; or, a citizen of Zion; or, the
qualifications of a Chriftian.
HO' fhall inhabit in thy hill,
O God of holiness?


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

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

3 He fpeaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor flanders with his tongue;
Will fcarce believe an ill report,
Nor do his neighbour wrong.
4 The wealthy finner he contemns,
Loves all that fear the Lord;
And though to his own hurt he swears,
Still he performs his word.

His hands difdain a golden bribe,
And never gripe the poor:
This man fhall dwell with God on earth,
And find his heaven fecure.

PSALM XV. Long Metre. [*]


Religion and juftice, goodness and truth; or, duties to
God and man; or, the qualifications of a Christian.
HO fhall afcend thy heavenly place,
Great God, and dwell before thy face?
The man that minds religion now,
And humbly walks with God below:

2 Whofe hands are pure, whofe heart is clean,
Whofe lips fill fpeak the thing they mean;
No flanders dwell upon his tongue;
He hates to do his neighbour wrong.
3 [Scarce will he truft an ill report,
Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt:

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