With thee, the springs 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 fhåre;
The whole creation is thy charge,
But faints are thy peculiar care.

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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.

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

6 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.

WHY fhould I vex my foul, and fret

To fee the wicked rife?

Or envy finners waxing great,
By violence and lies?

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

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So fhall their glory vanish foon,
In everlasting fhades.

Then let me make the Lord my truft,

And practise all that's good;

So fhall I dwell among the just,

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 display,

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.

WATTS.

Pfalm XXXVII. Sec. Part. C. M. [b]
Religion in Words and Deeds.

WHY do the wealthy wicked boast,
And grow profanely bold ?

WHY

Wand grow

bold?

The meanett portion of the just•
Excels the finner's gold.

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

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

4 His lips abhor to fpeak 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 slide.

6 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.[orb]

The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked.

Y

My God, the fteps of pious men

Are order'd by thy will;

Though they fhould fall, they rise again, Thy hand fupports them still.

2 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.

3 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:

5 And lo, he vanish'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 righteousness,
His feveral fteps attend;

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

WATTS.

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

Confolation in Death.

Youl, the awful hour will come,
Apace it haftens on,

MA

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;

Life is too ay eyelids, foon fhall clofe
Their m aft glimmering ray.

6 When I'm that hour, fall I receive
for my pain?

With he

For God bends would weep in vain!
he richeft were my friends.

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And bear

... f nature and of grace,
Spirit flics

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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 groan
Is notic'd by thine ear.

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

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

DODDRIDGE.

Pfalm XXXIX. Common Metre. [b]

Man's Mortality.

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

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

2 A fpan is all that we can boaft,
How thort the fleering time?
Man is but vanity and dul,

In all his Blower and prime.

3. See the van race of mortals move Like fhadows o'er the plain;

They rage and ftrive,

fire and love,

But all their noife is vain.

4 Some walk in honour's gaudy
Some dig for golden ore; en
They toil for heirs, they know fe again,

And ftrait are feen no mor

5 What fhould I with or wait
From creatures earth and ways,
They make our expectatio;
And difappoint our trupas grace,