PSALMS.

No. 1. Ps. i. (Sheffield Park.)

1 Blessed is the man by grace divine renewed,
His guilt acknowledged, and his pride subdued
He shuns the fatal path where sinners stray,
To choose the safer, though the rugged wa

2 The word of God, his glory and delight,
He reads by day, and meditates by night,
Its boundless stores his soul with comfort fill
He seeks and gains new mines of treasure still.

3 Like trees which bend o'er some enriching stream, And spread their boughs beneath the sun's brigh'

beam;

His fruits of holiness shall never die,
But shine resplendently beyond the sky.

4 Not so the wicked--they, in vengeance driven
Far from the sanctified abodes of heaven,
God's fiery judgments shall for ever feel,
And, by their pangs, his truth and justice seal,

5 For God's all-searching eye the world surveys,

He marks, and loves the contrite sinner's ways; But views with wrath the guilty pride of those Who spurn his gospel, and his grace oppose.

2 Ps. i. 2nd Version, (Goshen.)

1 Thrice happy, who never depart,

From serving their covenant Lord! The Spirit has sown in their heart The life-bearing seed of his word.

2 Their leaf shall for ever be green,

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Their loveliness never shall fade ;
The Almighty their branches will screen,
The Eternal their glory will shade.

3 His word like the dew shall distil,

And drop, as the rain from above,
Their souls with new vigour to fill,
And make them rejoice in his love.

4 The God of their hopes shall impart
The beauty of summer to them;
While sorrow shall wither the heart
Which fears not Immanuel's name.

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3.

Ps. i. (St. George.)

10 why do rebel sinners dare

The eternal Saviour slight!

Why for their wretched souls prepare
The fearful regions of despair,

And hell's terrific night?

2 The Lord, who rules the earth and skies, Hears them deride his name,

The feeble arm of flesh defies,
And soon in majesty will rise
His glory to proclaim.

3 In Zion the incarnate God,
Now seen and loved by faith,
Shall make his dear, his blest abode,
And, with his sin avenging rod,
Crush all his foes in death.

4 Then turn to Him, O sinners turn, He calls you to be blest;

O'er all your sins repentant mourn,

That, when his kindled wrath shall burn, may attain his rest.

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4.

Ps. iii. (St. David's.)

1 Thou art a refuge, Lord, to me,
A shield in every ill,

My fervent cry ascends to Thee,
And Thou dost help me still.

2 I seek thy sovereign aid in prayer,
Then lay me down to sleep.
I know my guardian God is near,
My ransomed soul to keep.

3 Ten thousand foes my path surround,
And would my peace destroy,
But Thou wilt all their rage confound,
And fill my heart with joy,

4 Salvation, O how full and free,
To all thy saints is given!

On earth thy saving light they see,
And reign as kings in heaven.

5.

Ps. viii. (Irish.)

10 Thou to whom all creatures bow

Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art Thou.
How glorious is thy name!

2 In heaven thy wondrous acts are sung, Nor fully reckoned there;

And yet Thou makest the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.

3 When heaven, thy beauteous work on high,
Employs my wondering sight;
The moon that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light;

4 What's man (say I) that still Thou lovs't
To keep him in thy mind?

Or what his offspring, that Thou prov'st
To him so wond'rous kind ?

6.

Ps. ix. (Heighington.)

To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare;
To all the listening world thy works,
Thy wondrous works declare.

2 The thought of them shall to my soul
Exalted pleasures bring;

Whilst to thy name, O Thou most high,
Triumphant praise I sing.