PSALM I. PARAPHRASED.

BLEST

LEST is the man, who fhuns the way
Where thoughtless crowds of finners stray,
Who in bad counsel bears no part;
But cherishes a pious heart.

2. Whofe ftudious and exalted mind,
By meditation is refin'd;

God's law his guide, by day and night;
His chief employment, and delight.

3. He, like a generous tree, which grows,
Where fome refreshing river flows;
Fed by the stream, extends his root,
Is always green, has always fruit.

4. Thus fhall the righteous ne'er decay,
But ftill fresh honours fhall difplay:
His fruits of faith shall still abound;
Till with immortal laurels crown'd.

5. But vicious men fhall not prevail;

Their counfels and their hopes fhall fail; Their vain foundations fhall decay,

And they, like chaff, be blown away.

6. For impious men, in judgment tried,
Shall not with the upright abide;
The finner's devious winding path,
Conducts him to the gates of death.

7. God loves the Saint, who patient treads,
Thro' ways where pure religion leads,
And brings him to th' immortal shore,
Where pleasures flow for evermore.

PSALM

WHY do the Heathen people rage ?

And why do fceptred kings engage, In deep confpiracy, and fpite,

Against the King of kings to fight!

2. Those who were ne'er agreed before,

Mind now their ancient feuds no more; They all accord-their powers employ, The Lord's anointed to deftroy!

3. Shall we, they cry, his laws obey?
No; let us caft his yoke away;
His bands fhall not our wills reftrain ;
We spurn him, and his captive chain.

4. From his Auguft, celestial Throne;
JEHOVAH looks indignant down;
His wrath defcends, his thunder rolls;
His power their feeble rage controls.

5. Attend, ye princes, to my will,

My King fhall reign on Sion's hill; His fceptre fhall you overawe;

And bend your people to my law.

6. Submiffive bow, ye fons of earth,

To Him, your Lord, of heavenly birth;
No more against my Son combine,
Sprung from th' Eternal Stock divine.

7. Ask me, my Son, the boon shall shew,
What honours I on thee bestow;

I give the world thy wide domain;
There thou, and thou alone, fhalt reign.

8. Obfequious

8. Obfequious to thy gentle fway,

Crowds fhall their willing homage pay;
But those who dare withstand thy pow'r,
A speedy vengeance fhall devour.

9. Conqueft fhall mark thy fhining path; Thy word fhall to thy foes be death : Nations, who dare thy fway refift;

Thy pow'r fhall humble in the duft,

10 Ye Kings, who laws to others give,
Be wife to worship him,-and live;
Nor think yourselves too great, to own,
Allegiance to MESSIAH's throne.

11 To him, your greater King, draw near;
Serve him with rev'rence, and with fear;
Ye fubjects of his wide domains,
Submiffive bend-JEHOVAH reigns.

12. Ye feeble offspring of the duft;

Make his all-potent grace your truft;
For they are blefs'd, of pious mind,
Who peace implore, and mercy find.

13. But those who hate JEHOVAH's Son,
By their own folly are undone :
Obdurate, they provoke his wrath;
And rush upon eternal death.

I.

PSALM XXVIII. PARAPHRASED.

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To thee I cry, O God, give ear,

To thy poor fuppliant's humble pray'r;
Put forth thy ftrength, thy fervant fave,
From dire affliction's gloomy wave.
2. Lo! to the duft, to thee I bend;

My God, and in my need, my Friend;
From thy pure Temple's glorious height,
Look down, and fave me by thy might.
3. My foes, with peace upon their tongue,
Have counfel'd how to do me wrong;
O! check the malice of their hearts,
And guard me from their cruel arts.
4. Though they in wicked deeds unite,
Thy wrath their vices fhall requite;
While they for evil fow the fame;

Let them a harveft reap of fhame.
5. Thro' all thy works thy wonders shine,
Yet they defpife thy skill divine!

They, by their crimes, provoke thy wrath,
And fport upon the brink of death.

6. Blefs'd be my God, who reigns above,
For all the tokens of his love.

He saw my tears, he weigh'd my grief;
And in my danger gave relief.

7. When death stalk'd thro' war's bloody field,
God was my helper, ftrength and thield:
O! thou, who did'ft my life prolong,
Accept thy fervant's grateful fong.

8. Thy people on thine aid depend;

Thou art their patron, guardian, friend;
To them thy mercy, and thy grace,

Defcend, thro' Chrift, the Prince, of peace.

9. By Him, of high celestial birth,

Blefs every nation of the earth;

Feed them with Manna from thy hand,
And lead them to Emmanuel's land.

PSALM

I.

W

HY doft thou, Doeg, boaft in doing wrong?
And vend thy mischiefs with a lying tongue?
Can't thou escape th' Almighty's vengeful rod?
Or think to hide thy fecret fins from God?

2. What though his mercies patiently endure,
May'st thou for ever hope to fin fecure?
If thy fmooth tongue likes to devise deceit ;
Can't thou impofe upon thy God a cheat?

3. Lo! Heaven's own Priests, who by its altars flood, Are, without pity, bath'd in their own blood! Could nothing else thy cruelty affuage;

Or ftem the torrent of thy master's rage e?

4. Regardless of the truth, thou hatest good;
Delighting moft in Envy's gloomy flood:
Yet, fee and tremble, how thy noxious breath,
Has blafted harmless holy men to death.

5.

I know thy malice, and thy dark defign,

Is, that no blood fhall quench thy thirst, but mine; But learn, that Eye, that marks the pious foul, Shall guard my life, and all thy arts control.

6. JEHOVAH views his children from on high,

Knows all their woes, and conftrues every figh; He foothe's their griefs; but will deftroy thy race; And wrathful pluck thee from thy dwelling place.

7. Men fhall with horror thy deftruction fee,

Shrink from thy plagues, but thall not pity thee: Behold, they'll cry, his melancholy end,

Who ne'er made Virtue, nor his God his friend!

Thofe