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