z 'Tis he, whofe truly honeft heart

By rules of virtue moves;

Whofe generous tongue difdains to speak
The thing his heart difproves.

Who

3 never will a flander forge,

His neighbour's fame to wound; Nor hearken to a falfe report,

By malice whisper'd round.

4 Who vice, when dreft in pomp and power, Can treat with juft neglect;

And piety, tho' cloth'd in rags,
Religiously refpect.

5 Who to his plighted vows and trust
Has ever firmly stood;

And tho' he promise to his lofs,
He makes his promise good.
6 Who feeks not in oppreffive ways
His treasure to employ ;

Whom no reward can ever bribe

The guiltless to deftroy.

7 The man, who by this fteady courfe

Has happinefs infur'd,

When earth's foundations fhake, fhall ftand,

By Providence fecur'd.

TATE.

Pfalm XV. Long Metre. [* or b]

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The Virtues of a Chriftian.

HO fhall afcend thy heavenly place, Great God, and dwell before thy face? The man who loves religion now, And humbly walks with God below.

Whofe hands are pure, whofe heart is clean, Whofe lips ftill fpeak the thing they mean;

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No flanders dwell upon his tongue,
He hates to do his neighbour wrong.
3 He will not truft an ill report,
Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt;
Sinners of ftate he can defpife,
But faints are honour'd in his eyes.
4 Firm to his word he ever ftood,
And always makes his promife good;
Nor will he change the thing he swears,
Whatever pain or lofs he bears.

5 He never deals in bribing gold,
And mourns that juftice should be fold;
If others vex and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.

6 He loves his enemies, and prays

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For those who curse him to his face;
And doth to all men ftill the fame
That he could hope or wifh from them.
Yet when his holieft works are done,

His foul depends on grace alone :
This is the man thy face fhall fee,
And dwell forever, Lord, with thee.

PR

WATTS.

falm XVI. First Part. L. M. [b]

Good Works profitable to Men.

RESERVE me, Lord, in time of need:
For fuccour to thy throne I flee;
But have no merit there to plead,
My goodneís cannot reach to thee.

2 Oft have my heart and tongue confeft
How empty and how poor I am;
My praife can never make thee bleft,
Nor add new glory to thy name.

3 Yet, Lord, thy faints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good I do;
Thefe are the company I keep,

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These are the choiceft friends I know.

Let others choose the fons of mirth

To give a relifh to their wine;

I love the men of heavenly birth,

Whose works and language are divine.

WATTS.

Plalm XVI. Second Part. C. M. [b]

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The Bleffings of Nature and Grace.

ET heathens to their idols hafte, And worship wood or stone; But my delightful lot is caft

Where the true God is known.

2 In this enlighten'd, pleafant land,
My happy portion lies;

Where nature's ever bounteous hand
All human want fupplies.

3 Therefore my foul fhall blefs the Lord,
Whole precepts give me light,

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And confolation still afford

In forrow's difmal night.

I ftrive each action to approve
To thine all-fecing eye;

No danger fhall my hope remove,
For thou art ever nigh.

Thou shalt the paths of life difplay,
Which to thy prefence lead;
Where pleatures dwell without allay,
And joys which never fade.

WATTS and TATĒ, varied.

Pfalm XVI. Third Part.

C. M. [1

The Death and Refurrection of Chrift.
SET the Lord before my face,

"He bears my courage up ;

My heart and tongue their joys exprefs,
My flefh fhall rest in hope.

2 "My fpirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave
Where fouls departed are;

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Nor quit my body to the grave,
To fee corruption there.

"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 Christ the Lord
The holy David fung;
And Providence fulfils the word
Of his prophetic tongue.

5 Jefus, whom every faint adores,
Was crucified and flain;

Behold the tomb its prey reftores!
Behold he lives again!

6 When shall my feet arise and stand
On heaven's eternal hills?

There fits the Son, at God's right hand,
And there the Father fmiles.

WATTS.

Palm XVII. Common Metre. [b]

The transforming Vision of God.

MY God, the vifits of thy face

Afford fuperior joy

To all the flattering world can give,
Or mortal hopes employ.

2 But clouds and darknefs intervene,
My brighteft joys decline;
And earth's gay trifles oft enfnare
This wandering heart of mine.

3 Lord, guide this wandering heart to thee; Unfatisfy'd I ftray;

Break through the fhades of fenfe and fin,
With thy enlivening ray.
4 O let thy beams refplendent fhine,
And every cloud remove;
Transform my powers, and fit my foul
For happier fcenes above.

5 Lord, raife my faith, my hope, my heart,
To those transporting joys;

Then fhall I fcorn each little fnare,
Which this vain world employs.

6 Then, though I fink in death's cold fleep,
To life I fhall awake;

And, in the likenefs of my God,
Of heavenly blifs partake.

Mrs. STEELE.

Pfalm XVII. Long Metre. []
The Refurrection.

WHAT finners value I refign;

Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine;
I fhall behold thy blifsful face,

And ftand complete in righteousness.
2 This life's a dream, an empty fhow ;
But the bright world to which I go,
Hath joys fubftantial and fincere;
When thall I wake and find me there!
3 O glorious hour, O bleit abode !
I fhall be near and like my God,
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