THE

FIRST PSALM.

THE

HE man, in life wherever plac'd,

Hath happiness in store,

Who walks not in the wicked's way,
Nor learns their guilty lore!

Nor from the seat of scornful pride
Casts forth his eyes abroad,

But with humility and awe
Still walks before his GOD.

That man shall flourish like the trees,
Which by the streamlets grow;
The fruitful top is spread on high,

And firm the root below.

But

But he whose blossom buds in guilt
Shall to the ground be cast,
And, like the rootless stubble tost,
Before the sweeping blast.

For why? that God the good adore
Hath giv❜n them peace and rest,
But hath decreed that wicked men
Shall ne'er be truly blest.

A PRAYER,

A

PRAYER,

UNDER THE PRESSURE OF

VIOLENT ANGUISH.

O THOU Great Being! what thou art
Surpasses me to know:

Yet sure I am, that known to thee
Are all thy works below.

Thy creature here before thee stands,
All wretched and distrest;

Yet sure those ills that wring my soul
Obey thy high behest.

Sure

Sure thou, Almighty, canst not act
From cruelty or wrath!

O, free my weary eyes from tears,
Or close them fast in death!

But if I must afflicted be,

To suit some wise design;

Then man my soul with firm resolves,
To bear and not repine!

THE

THE

FIRST SIX VERSES

OF THE

NINETIETH PSALM.

O THOU, the first, the greatest friend

Of all the human race!

Whose strong right hand has ever been
Their stay and dwelling place!

Before the mountains heav'd their heads
Beneath thy forming hand,
Before this pond'rous globe itself,

Arose at thy command;

That pow'r which rais'd and still upholds

This universal frame,

From countless, unbeginning time

Was ever still the same.

Those