3 When I walk through the fhades of death, Thy prefence is my stay;

A word of thy fupporting breath,
Drives all my fears away.

4 Thy hand, in fight of all my foes,
Doth ftill my table spread;
My cup with bleffings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.
5 The fure provifions of my God
Attend me all my days;
O may thy houfe be mine abode,
And all my work be praise.
6 There would I find a fettled reft,
(While others go and come)
No more a ftranger or a guest,
But like a child at home.

PSALM XXIII.

Short Metre.

THE
HE Lord my fhepherd is,
Ti fhall be well fupply'd :
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want befide?

2 He leads me to the place,

3

4

Where heav'nly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pafs,
And full falvation flows.

If e'er I go aftray,

He doth my foul reclaim,

And guides me, in his own right way,
For his most holy name.

While he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear;

5

Tho' I fhould walk thro' death's dark shade,

My fhepherd's with me there.

In fight of all my foes

Thou doft my table fpread, My cup with bleffings overflows, And joy exalts my head.

6 The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my following days; Nor from thy houfe will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise.

PSALM XXIV. Common Metre. Dwelling with God.

I

THE

E earth forever is the Lord's,
With Adam's num'rous race;
He rais'd its arches o'er the floods,
And built it on the feas.

2 But who among the fons of men
May vifit thine abode ?

He that has hands from mischief clean,
Whose heart is right with God.

3 This is the man may rife, and take
The bleffings of his grace:
This is the lot of thofe that feek
The God of Jacob's Face.

4 Now let our fouls, immortal pow'rs,
To meet the Lord prepare;
Lift up their everlasting doors,
The King of glory's near.

5 The King of glory! who can tell
The wonders of his might?

He rules the nations; but to dwell
With faints, is his delight.

PSALM XXIV. Long Metre. Saints dwell in Heaven: or, Chrift's afcenfion. THIS fpacious earth is all the Lord's,

And men, & worms, & beasts, & birds;
He rais'd the building on the feas,
And gave it for their dwelling-place.
2 But there's a brighter world on high,
Thy palace, Lord, above the fky:
Who fhall afcend that bleft abode,
And dwell fo near his maker, God?
3 He that abhors and fears to fin,
Whofe heart is pure, whofe hands are clean;
Him fhall the Lord the Saviour blefs,
And clothe his foul with righteousness.

4 These are the men, the pious race,
That feek the God of Jacob's Face;
Thefe fhall enjoy the blissful fight,
And dwell in everlasting light.

PAUSE.

5 Rejoice, ye fhining worlds on high,
Behold the King of glory nigh!
Who can this King of glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he.
6 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves difplay,
To make the Lord the Saviour way:
Laden with fpoils from earth and hell,
The conqu'ror comes, with God to dwell.

7 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before,
He
opens heav'n's eternal door,

To give his faints a blest abode,
Near their Redeemer, and their God.

PSALM XXV. 1ft Part. Short Metre.

Ver. I-II.

I

I

Waiting for pardon and direction.

Lift my foul to God,

My truft is in his name:

Let not my foes that feek my blood
Still triumph in my fhame.

2 Sin and the pow'rs of hell
Perfuade me to despair;

3

4

Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well,
That I may 'fcape the fnare.

From the first dawning light,
Till the dark ev'ning rife,
For thy falvation, Lord, I wait
With ever-longing eyes,
Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the fins of riper days
And follies of my youth.

5 The Lord is just and kind;
The meek shall learn his ways;

6

And ev'ry humble finner find
The methods of his grace.

For his own goodness fake,
He faves my foul from fhame :
He pardons (though my guilt be great)
Through my Redeemer's name.

PSALM XXV. 2d Part. Short Metre. Ver. 12, 14, 10, 13. Divine Inftruction.

I

WH

HERE fhall the man be found, That fears t' offend his God; That loves the gospel's joyful found, And trembles at the rod ?

2

The Lord fhall make him know
The fecrets of his heart,

The wonders of his cov'nant show,

And all his love impart."

3 The dealings of his hand Are truth and mercy still,

4

With fuch as to his cov'nant stand,
And love to do his will.

Their fouls fhall dwell at ease

Before their Maker's face,

Their feed fhall take the promises
In their extenfive grace.

PSALM XXV. 3d Part. Short Metre. Ver. 15-22. Diftrefs of foul; or, backfliding & defertion.

I

M

INE eyes and my defire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promises,
And reft upon his word.

2 Turn, turn thee to my foul;
Bring thy falvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
Out of the deadly fnare?

3 When fhall the fov'reign grace
Of my forgiving God,

4

Reftore me from thofe dang'rous ways
My wand'ring feet have trod!

The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe:
My fpirit languifhes, my heart
Is defolate and low.

5 With ev'ry morning light My forrow new begins;