5 God is my portion, all my good
from his rich mercy flows:
And his good providence secures-
the bleffings he bestows.
6 I envy not the great
nor pine to fee his store;
With what I have I'm pleased much,
with what I hope for more..
7 I'll blefs the Lord; ev'n when he makes
troubles mine exercise;
Thofe fad and folitary thoughts
inftruct and make me wife.
8 When God is prefent to my mind,
my fears are overblown ;
When he stands by me with his aid,
no pow'r fhall caft me down.
9 Therefore my heart and tongue rejoice,
In him my flesh shall trust:
10 Thou wilt not leave my soul in hell,
nor body in the duft..
11 The path of life they both fhall find,
and in thy prefence taste
Pleasures to full perfection grown,
and joys that ever laft.
[By I. W.] Pfalm XVI. v. 8, 9, 10, 11. Metre 2. Applied to the Death and Refurrection of CHRIST, according to A&t. ii. v. . 25-32.
Set the Lord before my face,
"he bears my courage up:
My heart and tongue their joys express,
my flesh fhall reft in hope.
2.. My fpirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave "where fouls departed are;
"Nor quit my body to the grave,
"to fee corruption there.
3 "Thou wilt reveal the path of life,
"and raise me to thy throne;
"Thy courts immortal pleasure give,
thy prefence joys unknown.
4 Thus in the name of Chrift, the Lord, the holy David fung,
And providence fulfils the word of his prophetic tongue.
5 Jefus, whom every faint adores,
was crucify'd and flain; Behold the tomb its prey behold he lives again.
6 When shall my feet arife and stand on heav'ns eternal hills?
There fits the fon at God's right hand, and there the father smiles.
[By Sir J. D.] Pfalm XVII. Long Metre.
ORD, let thy ear attend my cries, Which from unfeigning lips arife 2 By thee my fentence be declar'd,
For equal things thy eyes regard.
3 My heart by thee is try'd and weigh'd,
And all my nightly thoughts furvey'd :
Thou nothing there amits fhalt find,
Nor fhall my mouth belie my mind.
4 Whate'er men do, rul'd by thy word
I the deftroyer's paths abhorr'd.
5 In all my paths be thou my guide,
Then fhall my foot-fteps never flide.
6 Lord, when I call, incline thy ear;
Whene'er I fpeak, youchfafe to hear.
7 Hold forth thy faving hand to thofe
Who truft in thee against their foes.
8 Me like thy tender eye-ball keep;
Let thy wing fhade me when I fleep,
9 Secure from my oppreffing foes,
Who me with deadly hate inclofe;
10 Roll'd up in their own fat they fwell,
And with their lips proud things they tell;
11 Our steps they have encompafs'd round,
Fixing their eyes upon the ground;
12 As lions hunt their prey to catch,
For which their greedy young ones watch.
13 Arife; defend my foul, O Lord,
From wicked men, who are thy fword;
14 Who in this world take up their reft,
And on thy hidden treasures "feast :
Daughters and fons, a numerous train,
Poffefs their riches that remain.
15 But ftill this hope abides with me,`
In righteoufness thy face to fee;
I fhall rejoice, when wak'd from reft,
Thy likeness is on me impreft.
[By I. W.] Pfalm XVII. Metre 2d. v. 14, 15. Paraphras'd.
LORD, I am thine! but thou wilt prove
My faith, my patience, and my love;
When men of spite againft me join,
They are the fword, the hand is thine.
z Their hope and portion lies below;
'Tis all the happinefs they know,
'Tis all they feek; they take their fhares,
And leave the reft among their heirs.
3 What finners value I refign,
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:
I fhall behold thy blissful face,
And ftand compleat in righteoufnefs.
4 This life's a dream, an empty fhow;
But the bright world, to which I go,
Hath joys fubftantial and fincere.
When fhall I 'wake, and find me there?
5. O glorious hour! O bleft abode !···
Ifhall be near, and like my God!
And flash and fin no more controul
The facred pleasures of the foul.
6 My flesh fhall flumber in the ground,
Till the laft trumpet's joyful found;
Then burst the chains with fweet furprize,'
And in my Saviour's image rife:
Pfalm: XVIII. Long Metre.
HEE will I love, O Lord, moft high; 2 My fort, my fhield, my rock of pow'r, The ftrength on which my hopes rely; Horn of falvation, and high tow'r.
3 My God, thou haft deferv'd my praife,
Who haft redeem'd me from my foes:
4 Like fwelling floods themselves they raise,
And me with thousand fears inclofe.
5 Sorrows of hell incompass me,
And death had laid out all her fnares
6 In my distress I call'd to thee,
And thou, O Lord, haft heard my pray❜rs.
From his high temple God did look,
When my loud cries had reach'd his ear;
7 Then the earth's firm foundation fhook,
And trembling hills confefs'd their fear.
8 His noftrils breath'd a fmoaking cloud,
His mouth pour'd out a flaming flood :
9 Defcending the high heav'ns he bow'd: Under his feet thick darkness ftood.
10 He on the cherubim did ride,
And on the wind's fwift wings did fly;
11 A dark pavilion did him hide
Of troubled fea and clouded fky.
12 Hailftones and firebrands led the van,
The skies were then with thunder rent;
13 His voice thro' th' airy region ran,
14 Whence he his flaming arrows fent.
His troubled foes then routed fled :
15 The earth did her foundations fhew;
Nor could the rivers hide their head,
Such terror from his noftrils flew.
16 He drew me from the fwelling waves, 17 From my ftrong foe he fets me free, My life from those who hate me faves; For they too mighty were for me.
18 Their speed did e'en my fear prevent;
But, by him refcued from their might,
19 Into a pleafant land I'm fent,
Because in me he took delight.
zo Juftly did I myfelf demean,
Hence the juft God rewarded me,
And, as my hands from guile were clean,
His righteous judgment fet me free.
21 I never from an evil heart
Thy facred ways, O Lord, declin'd;
Nor from my God did e'er depart,
Determin'd by a wicked mind.
22 For all his laws were in my fight,
Still I his ftatutes had in view;
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