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6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere ;
Safety and hope in evil times.
For vice and vanity prevail ; The godly perish in the grave,
The just depart, the faithful fail. 2 The whole discourse, when neighbours meet,
Is fill'd with trifles loose and vain ;
And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips that with deceit abound
Shall not maintain their triumph long;
The flatt'ring and blaspheming tongue. 4 “ Yet shall our words be free,” they cry;
“Our tongues shall be control'd by none : " Where is the Lord will ask us why ?
“ Or say, our lips are not our own.
And hears th’ oppressor's haughty strain,
Nor shall they trust his word in vain. 6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd,
Void of deceit shall still appear;
From dross and mixture, shines so clear. ñ Thy grace shall in the darkest hour
Defend the holy soul from harm:
PSALM 12. Second Part.
Second Part. C. M. The Lord will judge the wicked, and save his people. 1 LORD, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold, When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold : 2 Is not thy chariot hastning on?
Hast thou not giv'n the sign? May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine ? 3 “Now,” saith the Lord, “ Now will I rise,
“And make oppressors flee; "I will appear to their surprise,
"And set my servants free.” 4 Thy word, like silver sev’n times try'd, Thro' ages
shall endure : The men that in thy truth confide Shall find the promise sure.
PSALM 13. L. M.
Pleading with God under desertion. 1 OW
, , , Like one that seeks his God in vain ? Wilt thou thy face for ever hide ?
Shall I still pray and be deni'd ? 2 Shall I for ever be forgot, As one whom thou regardest not ? Still shall my soul thine absence mourn? And still despair of thy return ? 3 How long shall my poor troubld breast Be with these anxious thoughts opprest, And satan, my malicious foe,
Rejoice to see me sunk so low? 4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, Before
death conclude my grief;
If thou withhold thy heav'nly light,
I sleep in everlasting night.
Could but one praying soul be lost?
And shall again behold thy face.
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest :
PSALM 14. First Part. C. M,
By nature all men are sinners. 1 TOOLS in their hearts believe and say,
“ That all religion's vain; “ There is no God that reigns on high,
". Or minds th' affairs of men."
Corrupt discourse proceeds ;
Look'd down on things below,
Or did his justice know.
Their practice all the same ;
There's none that loves his name.
Their slanders never cease ;
Nor know the paths of peace.
In ev'ry heart are found ;
Nor can they bear diviner fruit,
The folly of persecutors.
That they the saints devour? And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful pow'r ?
Reveal thy dreadful name ;
Nor turn our hope to shame.
And yet our foes deride,
Great God, confound their pride. 4 Oh that the joyful day were come
To finish our distress !
shall never cease.
PSALM 15. L. M.
Great God, and dwell before thy face? The man that minds religion now,
And lives and walks by faith below :
Whose lips still speak the thing they mean;
He hates to do his neighbour wrong.
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 ;
Whatever pain or loss he bears. 5 He never deals in bribing gold,
And mourns that justice should be sold :
Sweet charity: attends his door. 6 He loves his enemies, and prays
For those that curse him to his face;
That he would hope or wish from them. 7 Yet, when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone :
PSALM 16. First Part. L. M.
For succour to thy throne I fee ;
My goodness cannot reach to thee.
How empty and how poor I am : "
Nor add new glories to thy name.
Some profit by the good we do :
These are the choicest friends I know. 4 Let others choose the sons of mirth,
To give a relish to their wine ;