5 How will the tempter boat aloud
If I become his prey!
Behold the fons of hell grow proull
At thy fo long delay!

6 But they fhall fles at thy rebuke,
And fatan hide his head:
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice, with dread,
7 Thou wilt difplay that sov'reign grace,
Where all my hopes have hung;
I fhall employ my lips in praife,
And vict'ry shall be fung.

PSALM XIV. First part. Common metre.
By nature all men are finners.

"OOLS in their heart believe and fay
That all religion's vain;

There is no God who reigns on high,
Or minds th' affairs of men.' 22

2 From thoughts fo dreadful and profane,
Corrupt difcourte 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 who fought his grace,
Or did hisjuftice know.

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

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

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

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

5 Such feeds of fin (that bitter root)
In all our hearts are found;
Nor can they bear diviner fruit,
'Till grace refine the ground.

PSALM XIV. Second part.Common metre
The folly of Perfecutors.

ARE finners now fo fenfelefs grown,

That they thy faints devour;

And never worthip at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful pow'r ?

2 Great God! appear to their furprife,
Reveal thy dreadful name!

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

3 Doft thou not dwell among the just ?
And yet our fors derice,

That we fhould make thy name our trust a
Great God! confound their pride.

4 O that the joyful day were come,

To finish our diftrefs!

When God shall bring his children home:
Our fongs fhall never ceafe.

PSALM XV. Common. metre.

Character of a faint; or, a citizen of Zion; or, the qualification of a chriftian

WHO mall inhabit in thy hill,

God of holiness?

Whom will the Lord admit to dwell
So near his throne of grace?

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

3 Who fpeaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor Qauders with his tongue;

1 Will not promote an ill report,
Nor do his neighbor wrong:

4 Who wealthy finners ftill contemna,
Loves all who fear the Lord:
And though to his own hurt he fwears,
Still he performs his word:

5. Whofe hands difdain a golden bribe,
And never gripe the poor:

This man fhali dwell with God on earth,
And find his heaven fecure.

PSALM XV. Long metre.

Religion and juice, goodness and truth; or, Di ties to God and man; or, the qualifications of a chriftian.

THO fhall afcend thy heav'nly place? WHO at God, and dwell before thy face?

The man who 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 Who will not truft an ill report,
Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt
Sinners of ftate he can defpife :
But faints are honor'd in his eyes:
4 Firm to his word he ever ftood,
And always makes his promife good;
Nor dares to change the thing he fwears,
Whatever pain or iofs he bears.

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 who curfe him to his face a

And doth to all men fill the fan

Which he would hope or wish from them."

Yet, when his holieft works are done, His foul depends on grace alone;

This is the man thy face fhal fee,

And dwell forever, Lord, with thee.

PSALM XVI. Firft part. Long metre. Confeffion of our poverty, and faints the best compa ny; or. good works profit men, not God. RESERVE me, Lord, in time of need, For fuccour to thy throne I filee,

PRESE

But have no merits there to plead ;
My goodness cannot reach to thee.

2 Oft have my heart and tongue confefs'd,
How empty and how poor I am;
My praise can never make thee bleft,
Nor add new glories to thy name.

3 Yet, Lord, thy faints on earth may reag,
Some profit by the good we do;

Thefe are the company I keep,

Thefe are the choiceft friends I know.

4 Let others choose the fons of mirth,
To give a relish to their wine;

I love the men of heav'nly birth,
Whofe thoughts and language are diving.

PSALMXVI. Second part. Long metre.
Chrift's All-Sufficiency.

H

TOW faft their guilt and forrows rife,
Who hafte to feek fome idol god!

I will not tafte their facrifice,

Their off'rings of forbidden blood.

2 My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon;
He for my life has offer'd up
Jefus, his beft beloved Son,

3 His love is my perpetual feaft;
By day his counfels guide me right;
And, be his name forever bleft,
He gives me fweet advice by night.

41 fet him ftill Before mine eyes;
At my right han he ftands prepar'd,
To keep my foul from all furprife,
And be my everiafting guard.

PSALM XVI. Third part. Long metre.
Courage in death, and hope of the refurrection.'
WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong,
His arm is my almighty prop:

Be glad, my heart, rejoice, my tongue,
My dying fleth fhall reft in hope.
2 Tho' in the duft I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, wilt thou not leave,
My foul forever with the dead;
Norlofe thy children in the grave.

3 My fl.fh fhall thy first call obey,
Shake off its dut and rife on high;
Then fhall thou lead the wond'rous way
Up to thy throne above the sky.

4 There ftreams of endlefs pleafure flow,
And full difcovies of thy grace,
(Which we but tasted here below)
Spread heav'nly joys through all the place.

PSALM XVI. Fir part. Common metre.
-Support and counfel from God, without merit,
AVE me. O Lord, from ev'ry foe:
In thee my trua I pace,

Thong all the good which I can do,
Can ne'er deferve thy grace.

a Yet, if my God prolong my breath,
The faintsmay profit by 't;