No slanders dwell upon his tongue,
He hates to do his neighbour wrong.
3 He will not trust an ill report,
Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt;
Sinners of state he can despise,
But saints are honour'd in his eyes.
4 Firm to his word he ever stood,
And always makes his promise good;
Nor will he change the thing he swears,
Whatever pain or loss he bears.

5 He never deals in bribing gold,
And mourns that justice should be sold;
If others vex and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.
6 He loves his enemies, and prays
For those who curse him to his face;
And doth to all men still the same
That he could hope or wish from them.
7 Yet, when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone :
This is the man thy face shall see,
And dwell forever, Lord, with thee.

PSALM XVI. First Part. L. M.

Good Works profitable to Men.

WATTS.

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1 PRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need;
For succour to thy throne I flee;
But have no merit there to plead,
My goodness cannot reach to thee.
2 Oft have my heart and tongue confest
How empty and how poor I am;
My praise can never make thee blest,
Nor add new glory to thy name.

3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good I do ;
These are the company I keep,
These are the choicest friends I know.

4 Let others choose the sons of mirth,
To give a relish to their wine;
I love the men of heav'nly birth
Whose works and language are divine.

WATTS.

PSALM XVI. Second Part. C. M.

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The Blessings of Nature and Grace.

1 LET heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone;
But my delightful lot is cast
Where the true God is known.

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

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

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3 Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord, Whose precepts give me light,

And consolation still afford

In sorrow's dismal night.

4 I strive each action to approve
To thine all-seeing eye;

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

5 Thou shalt the paths of life display,
Which to thy presence lead;
Where pleasures dwell without allay,
And joys which never fade.

WATTS and TATE varied.

PSALM XVI. Third Part.

C. M. *

The Death and Resurrection of Christ.

1 "I SET the Lord before my face,
"He bears my courage up;

My heart and tongue their joys express,
My flesh shall rest in hope.

2 "My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave "Where souls departed are; "Nor quit my body to the grave, "To see corruption there.

3 "Thou wilt reveal the path of life, "And raise me to thy throne:

Thy courts immortal pleasure give, "Thy presence, joys unknown."

4 Thus in the name of Christ the Lord
The holy David sung;

And Providence fulfils the word
Of his prophetic tongue.

5 Jesus, whom every saint adores,
Was crucify'd and slain;

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

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

There sits the Son, at God's right hand,
And there the Father smiles.

PSALM XVII. Common Metre.

The transforming Vision of God. 1 My God, the visits of thy face Afford superior joy,

WATTS..

To all the flatt'ring world can give,
Or mortal hopes employ.

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MRS. STEELE.

PSALM XVII. Long Metre."

1.5 bu The Resurrection."

1 WHAT sinners value I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine;
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
2 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere ;
When shall I wake and find me there!
3 O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near and like my God,

And flesh and sense no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul. 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground Till the last trumpet's joyful sound Then burst the chains with glad surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise.

WATTS.

PSALM XVIII. First Part. L. M.

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in divine Protection. 1 No change of times shall ever shock My firm affection, Lord, to thee; For thou hast always been a rock, A fortress and defence to me. 2 Thou my deliv'rer art, my, God; My trust is in thy mighty power; Thou art my shield from foes abroad, my sme At home my safeguard and my tower. 3 To heaven I made my mournful prayer, To God address'd my humble cry; Who graciously inclin'd his ear, And heard me from his throne on high. 4 The Lord did on my side engage, From heaven my righteous cause upheld, And sav'd me from the furious rage Of threat'ning waves that proudly swell'd. 5 Thou to the just shalt justice show, The pure thy purity shall see;

Such as perversely choose to go, Shall meet with due returns from thee. 6 Who then deserves to be ador'd But God, on whom my hopes depend? Or who, except the mighty Lord, Can with resistless power defend?

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