2 They mourn their follies paft, 3 When I conceal'd my guilt, WATTS. Plaim XXXIII. Common Metre. [*] The Works of Creation and Providence. REJOICE, ye righteous, in the Lord, This work belongs to you; Sing of his name, his ways, his word, 2 His mercy and his righteoufnefs 4 5 Ye tenants of the fpacious earth, With fear before him ftand i He fpoke, and nature took its birth, 6 He fcorns the angry nations' rage, And breaks their vain defigns, His counsel ftands thro' every age, And in full glory fhines. WATTS Pfalm XXXIII. Six Line L. M. H Creatures vain, and God all-fufficient. APPY the nation, where the Lord Reveals the treafure of his word, And builds his church, his earthly throne His eye the heathen world furveys, He form'd their hearts, he knows their ways, 2 Let kings rely upon their hoft, 3 The eye of thy compaffion, Lord, 4 Doth more fecure defence afford, When death and danger threat'ning ftand; Thy watchful eye preferves the juft, Who make thy name their fear and trust, When wars or famine wafte the land. In ficknefs, or the bloody field, Thou, our Phyfician, thou, our Shield, Send us falvation from thy throne; WATTS 19falm XXXIV. Firft Part. C. M. [*] Encouragement to trust and love God. 'HRO' all the changing fcenes of life, TH The praifes of my God thall fill Who make his name their trust, 40 make but trial of his love, Experience will decide; How bleft are they, and only they 5 Fear him, ye faints, and you will then 6 Whilft hungry lions lack their prey, For fuch as put their trust in him; TATE. Pfalm XXXIV. Sec. Part. C. M. [b] The Way of Holiness and its Reward. And my PPROACH, ye piously dispos'd, 2 Let him who length of life defires, 3 The crooked paths of vice decline, 4 The Lord from heaven beholds the juft 5 And when diftrefs'd, his gracious car Deliv'rance to his faints he gives, When his relief they crave; He's nigh to heal the broken heart, The contrite fpirit fave.. TATE. Pfalm XXXV. ver. 12,13,14. C. M. [b] Love to Enemies, EHOLD the love, the generous love B Which holy David fhows! Hark, how his tender pity movesTM 2 When they are fick, his foul complains, 3 How did his flowing tears condole, And, fafting, mortify'd his foul, 4 They groan, and curfe him on their bed; 5 O glorious type of heavenly grace! 6 He, the true David, Ifrael's King, To fave our fouls from death and fin, WATTS. Psalm XXXVI, First Versi. L. M. [*] The Perfections and Providence of God. HY mercy, Lord, my only hope, The highest orb of heaven transcends; Thy facred truth's unmeafur'd fcope Above the spreading fkies extends. 2 Thy juftice like the hills remains, Unfathom'd depths thy judgments are ; Thy providence the world fuftains, The whole creation is thy care. 3 Since of thy goodness all partake, With what affurance should the juft Then let thy faints thy favour gain, To upright hearts thy truth difplay |