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He fets his frowning face against
The funs of violence and lies.

4 To humble fouls and broken hearts,
God with his grace is ever nigh;
Pardon and hope his love imparts,
When men in deep contrition lie..

5 He tells their tears, he counts their groans,
His Son redeems their fouls from death;
His fpirit heals their broken bones;
They in his praise employ their breath.

PSALM XXXW. First part. Com, metre.
Prayer and praise for eminent deliverances.
T'LL blefs the Lord fromday to day;

How good are all his ways!
Ye humble fouls who ufe to pray.
Come, help my lips to praife.

2 Sing to the honor of his name,
How a poor finner cry'd!

Nor was his hope expos'd to fhame,
Nor was his fuit deny'd.

3 When threat'ning forrows round me ftood,
And endless fears arofe,

Like the loud billows of a food,

Redoubling all my woes!

4 I told the Lord my fore diftrefs, With heavy groans and tears? He gave my fharpeft torments ease, "And filenc'd all my fears.

Is O finners come and tafte his love,
Come, learn his pleasant ways,
And let your own experience prove
The fweetness of his grace.

He bids his angels pitch their tents
Round where his children dwell;

What ills their heav'nly care prevents,
No earthly tongue can tell.]

17 Ó love the Lord, ye faints of his!

His eye regards the juft;

How richly bleft their portion is,
Who make the Lord their truft!

8 Younglions pinch'd with hunger roar,
And famifh in the wood;
But God fupplies his holy poor,
With ev'ry needful good.]

PSALM XXXIV. Second part.Com.metre.
Exhortation to peace and holiness.

COME, children, learn to fear the Lord.
And that your days be long,

Let not a falfe or spiteful word
Be found upon your tongue.
2 Depart from mifchief, practife love,
Purfue the works of peace :
So fhail the Lord your ways approve,
And fet your fouls at cafe.

3 His eyes awake to guard the juft,
His ears attend their cry:
When broken fpirits dwell in duft,
The God of grace is nigh.

4 What though the forrows here they tafte
Are fharp and tedious too.

The Lord, who faves them all at laft;
Is their fupporter now!

5 Evil fhall fmite the wicked dead;
But God fecures his own;
Prevents the mifchief when they flide,
Or heals the broken bone.

When defolation, like a flood,
O'er the proud finner rolls,

Saints find a refuge in their God,

For he redeems their fouls.

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PSALM XXXV. First part. Com. metre. Prayer and faith of perfecuted faints; or, Impre sations mixt with charity.

NOW plead my caufe, Almighty God,

And fight againft the men of blood,
Who fight against my life.

2 Draw out the fpear and top their way,
Lift thine avenging rod;
But, to my foul in mercy, fay,

I am thy Saviour God.

3 They plant their fnares to catch my feet,
And nets of mifchief spread;
Plunge the deftroyers in the pit

Which their own hands have made.

4 Let fogs and darkness hide their way,
And flipp'ry be their ground:
Thy wrath fhall make their lives a prey,
And all their rage confound.

5 They fly like chaff before the wind,
Before thine angry breath;

The angel of the Lord behind,
Purfues them down to death.

6 They love the road which leads to hell;
Then let the rebels die,
Whofe malice is implacable

Against the Lord moft high,
But, if thou haft a chofen few
Among that impious race,
Divide them from the bloody crew,
By thy furprising grace.

Then will I raise my tuneful voice
To make thy wenders known:

PSALM XXXV. Second part. Com. met. Love to enimies; or, the love of Chrift, to finners, typified in David.

BEWhich holy David shows!

EHOLD the love, the gen'rous love,

Hark, how his founding bowels move
To his afflicted foes!

2 When they are fick, his foul complains,
and feems to feel the fniart;
The fpirit of the gofpel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.

3 How did his flowing tears condole
As for a brother dead!

And, fafting, mortify'd his foul,

While for their life he pray'd.

4 They groan'd and curs'd him on their bed,
Yet ftill he pleads and mourns;
And double bieffings on his head
The righteous Lord returns.

5 O glorious type of heav'nly grace!
Thas Chrift the Lord a pears;
While finners curfe, the Saviour praye,
And pities them with tears!

6 He, the true David, Ifrael's King,
Bleft and belov'd of God,

To fave us, rebels dead in fin,
Paid his own dearest blood.

PSALM XXXVI. Long metre)
The perfections and providence of God; or
al providence and special grace.

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TIGH in the heav'ns, Eteraal God,
Thy goodness ip full glory, fines

Thy uth fhall break through ev'ry cloud
Which veils and darkens thy defigns.
2 For ever firm thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wife are the wonders of thy hands,
Thy judgements are a miglity deep.
3 Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beaft thy bounty fhare;
The whole creation is thy charge,
But, faints are thy peculiar care.

4 My God! how excellent thy grace,
Whence all our hope or comfort springs
The fons of Adam, in diftrefs,
Fly to the fhadow of thy wings.

From the provifion of thy houfe
We fhal, be fed with sweet repaft;
There mercy, like a river flows,
And brings falvation to our taste.
6 Life, like a fountain, rich and free,
Springs from the prefence of the Lord;
And in thy light our fouls fhall fee
The glories promis'd in thy word.

PSALM XXXVI. Com. metre. Practical Atheim expofed; or, the Being and Attributes of God afferted.

WHILE men grow bold in wicked ways

And yet a God they own,

My heart within me often fays,

Their thoughts believe there's none.

2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare, (What e'er their lips profefs)

God hath no wrath for them to fear,

Nor will they feek his

grace.

What strange felf-flattery blinds their eyes! But there's a haning hour