8 Thy word, like filver fev'n times try'd, Thro' ages fhall endure:

The men that in thy truth confide,

Shall find thy promife sure.

PSALM XIII. (L.M.)

Pleading with God, under defertion: or, hope in darkness.

1 How long, O Lord, fhall I complain,
Like one that feeks his God in vain ?
Canft thou thy face for ever hide?
And I ftill pray, and be deny'd?

32 Shall I for ever be forgot,

2

As one whom thou regardest not!
Still fhall my foul thine abfence mourn?
And ftill despair of thy return?

3 How long fhall my poor troubled breast
Be with these anxious thoughts oppreft?
And Satan, my malicious foe,
Rejoice to fee me funk so low?

4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief
Before my death conclude my grief;
If thou withhold thy heav'nly light
I fleep in everlasting night.

5 How will the pow'rs of darkness boast,
If but one praying foul be loft!
But I have trufted in thy grace,
And fhall again behold thy face.

6 Whate'er my fears or foes fuggeft,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my reft;
My heart fhall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to fongs of praise.

PSALM XIII. (C. M.)
Complaint under temptations of the devil.
I How long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay ?

When fhall I feel thofe heav'nly rays
That chafe my fears away?

2 How long shall my poor lab'ring foul
Wrestle and toil in vain ?

Thy word can all my foes controul,
And ease my raging pain.

3 See how the prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts:

He fpreads a mift around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.

4 Be thou my fun, be thou my shield;
My foul in fafety keep;

Make hafte before mine eyes are feal'd
In death's eternal fleep.

5 How would the tempter boaft aloud,
If I became his prey!

Behold the fans of hell grow proud
At thy fo long delay.

6 But they fhall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;

He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
Thou wilt difplay that fov'reign grace
Where all my hopes have hung;
all employ my lips in praise,
And vict'ry fhall be fung.

PSALM XIV. First Part.
By nature all men are finners.
in their hearts believe and fay,
hat all religion's vain ;

e is no God that reigns on high,
r minds th' affairs of men."

2 From thoughts fo dreadful and profane,
Corrupt difcourfe proceeds;

And in their impious hands are found
Abominable deeds.

3 The Lord from his celeftial throne
Look'd down on things below,
To find the man that fought his grace,
Or did his juftice know.

4 By nature all are gone aftray,
Their practice all the fame :

There's none that fears his Maker's hand;
There's none that loves his name.

5 Their tongues are us'd to speak deceit ;
Their flanders never ceafe;

How fwift to mischief are their feet!
Nor know the paths of peace.

6 Such feeds of fin (that bitter root)
In ev'ry heart are found;
Nor can they bear diviner fruit,
Till grace refine the ground.

PSALM XIV. Second Part.

The folly of perfecutors.

1 ARE finners now fo fenfeless grown,

That they the faints devour;
And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful pow'r.

2 Great God, appear to their furprise,
Reveal thy dreadful name;

Let them no more thy wrath defpife
Nor turn our hope to fhame.

3 Doft thou not dwell among the just?

And yet our foes deride,

That we should make thy name our truft ::
Great God, confound their pride!

4. O that the joyful day was come

To finish our diftrefs!

When God fhall bring his children home,
Our fongs fhall never cease..

PSALM XV. (C. M.)

Characters of a faint: er, a citizen of Zion: or the qualifications of a Chriftian.

1 WHO shall inhabit in thy hill,

O God of holiness?

Whom will the Lord admit to dwell

So near his throne of grace?

2: The man that walks in pious ways,
And works with righteous hands:
That trufts his Maker's promises,
And follows his commands.

3 He fpeaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor flanders with his tongue;
Will fcarce believe an ill report,"
Nor do his neighbour wrong.

4. The wealthy finner he contemns,.. Loves all that fear the Lord;

And tho' to his own hurt he fwears,
Still he performs his word..

His hands difdain a golden bribe,

And never gripe the poor.

This man fhall dwell with God on earth,,
And find his heav'n fecure..

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PSALM XV. (L.M.)

Religion and juftice, goodness and truth: or, duties to God and man: or, the qualifications of a Chriftian.

1 WHO fhall afeend thy heav'nly place,

Great God! and dwell before thy face?
The man that minds religion now,
And humbly walks with God below:

2 Whofe hands are pure, whofe heart is clean;
Whofe lips ftill fpeak the thing they mean:
No flanders dwell upon his tongue;
He hates to do his neighbour wrong.
3 [Scarce will he 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 flood,
And always makes his promife good:
Nor dares to change the thing he fwears,
Whatever pain or lofs he bears.]

5 [He never deals in bribing gold,

And mourns that juftice fhould be fold;
While others gripe and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.]

6 He loves his enemies, and prays
For those that curfe him to his face;
And doth to all men ftill the fame,
That he would hope or wifh from them.
7 Yet, when his holiest works are done,
His foul depends on grace alone.
This is the man thy face fhall fee,
And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.