With thee, the fprings of life remain,
Thy prefence is eternal day.

TATE,

Pfalm XXXVI. Sec. Verfi. L. M. [*

The Divine Being and Perfections.

IGH in the heavens, eternal God,

H Thy good nefs in full glory fhines;

Thy truth fhall break thro' every cloud, Which veils and darkens thy defigns. 2 Forever firm thy juftice ftands,

As mountains their foundations keep; Wife are the wonders of thy hands, Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 Thy providence is kind and large, Both men and beafts thy bounty fhare; The whole creation is thy charge, But faints are thy peculiar care. 4 Oh God, how excellent thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort fprings! The fons of Adam, in diftrefs,

Fly to the fhadow of thy wings.

5 From the provifions of thy houfe
We fhall be fed with rich repaft;
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings falvation to our tafte.

Life, like a fountain full and free,
Springs from the prefence of the Lord;
And in thy light, our fouls fhall fee
The glories promis'd in thy word.

WATTS

Pfalm XXXVII. First Part. C. M. []

The Cure of Envy and Unbelief.

WTo fee the wicked rife?

HY fhould I vex my foul, and fret

Or envy finners waxing great,
By violence and lies?

2 As flowery grafs, cut down at noon,
Before the evening fades,

So fhall their glory vanish foon,
In everlasting fhades.

3 Then let me make the Lord my truft,
And practise all that's good;
So fhall I dwell among the juft,
And never want for food.

4 I to my God my ways commit,

And cheerful wait his will;

Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet,
Shall my defires fulfil.

5 Mine innocence fhalt thou difplay,
And make thy judgments known;
Fair as the light of dawning day,
And glorious as the noon.

6 The meek fhall ftill the earth poffefs,
And be the heirs of heaven;
True riches, in abundant peace,
To humble fouls are given.

Pfalm XXXVII. Sec. Part.

WHY

Religion in Words and Deeds.

WATTS,

C. M. [b]

HY do the wealthy wicked boaft,
And grow profanely bold?

The meaneft portion of the juft
Excels the finner's gold.

2 The wicked borrows of his friends,
But ne'er defigns to pay;
The just is merciful, and lends,
Nor turns the poor away.

3 His alms with liberal hand he gives
To all the Tons of need;
His memory to long ages lives,
And bleffed is his feed.

4 His lips abhor to speak profane,
To flander or defraud;
His ready tongue declares to men
What he has learn'd of God.

5 The law and gofpel of the Lord
Deep in his heart abide;
Led by the Spirit and the word,
His feet fhall never flide.

When finners fall, the righteous ftand,
Preferv'd from every fnare ;

They fhall poffefs the promis'd land,
And dwell forever there,

WATTS.

PfalmXXXVII. Third Part.C.M.[or]

The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked.

Y God, the fteps of pious men

ΜΥ

Are order'd by thy will;

Though they fhould fall, they rife again,

Thy hand fupports them till.

The Lord delights to fee their ways,

Their virtue he approves;

He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace,
Nor leave the men he loves.

The heavenly heritage is theirs,
Their portion and their home;

He feeds them now, and makes them heirs Of bleffings long to come.

4 The haughty finner have I feen,
Not fearing man or God;

Like princely laurel fair and green,
Spreading his arms abroad :

And lo, he vanifh'd from the ground,
Deftroy'd by hands unfeen;

Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found,
Where all that pride had been.

6 But mark the man of righteoufnefs,
His feveral fteps attend;

True pleafure runs through all his ways,
And peaceful is his end.

WATTS.

Pfalm XXXVIII. ver. 9, 10. C. M. []

Confolation in Death.

Y Soul, the awful hour will come,

Mpace it haftens on,

To bear this body to the tomb,

And thee to fcenes unknown.

2 My heart, long labouring with its woes,
Shall pant and fink away;

And you my eyelids, foon fhall clofe
On the laft glimmering ray.

3 Whence, in that hour, fhall I receive
A cordial for my pain?

4

When, if the richeft were my friends,
Thofe friends would weep in vain !

Great King of nature and of grace,
To thee my fpirit flies;

And opens all its deep diftrefs
Before thy pitying eyes.

All my defires to thee are known,
And every fecret fear ;

The meaning of each broken groani
Is notic'd by thine ear.

6 O place me by that mighty power
Which to fuch love belongs,

Where darknefs veils the eyes no more,.
And groans are chang'd to fongs.

DODDRIDGE.

Pfalm XXXIX. Common Metre.

Man's Mortality.

EACH me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame;

TH

I would furvey life's narrow fpace,
And learn how frail I am.

A fpan is all that we can boast,
How fhort the fleeting time?
Man is but vanity and duft,

In all his flower and prime.
3 See the vain race of mortals move
Like fhadows o'er the plain;

They rage and firive, defire and love,
But all their noise is vain.

Some walk in honour's gaudy fhow,
Some dig for golden ore;
They toil for heirs, they know not who,
And ftrait are feen no more.

What fhould I wifh or wait for then
From creatures carth and dust ?
They make our expectations vain,
And difappoint cur trult.

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