His works shall prosper;-he shall be
A fruitful, fair, unwithering tree,
That, planted where the river flows,
Nor drought, nor frost, nor mildew knows.

Not so the wicked;-they are cast
Like chaff upon the eddying blast;
In judgment they shall quake for dread,
Nor with the righteous lift their head.

For God hath spied their secret path,
And they shall perish in his wrath;
He too hath mark'd his people's road,
And brings them to his own abode.

PSALM III.

THE Tempter to my soul hath said,
"There is no help in God for thee:"
Lord! lift thou up thy servant's head,
My glory, shield, and solace be.

Thus to the Lord I raised my cry;
He heard me from his holy hill;
At his command the waves roll'd by;
He beckon'd, and the winds were still.

I laid me down and slept ;—I woke;
Thou, Lord! my spirit didst sustain ;
Bright from the east the morning broke,
Thy comforts rose on me again.

I will not fear, though armed throngs Compass my steps, in all their wrath: Salvation to the Lord belongs;

His presence guards his people's path.

PSALM IV.—No. 1.

How long, ye sons of men, will ye
The servant of the Lord despise,
Delight yourselves with vanity,
And trust in refuges of lies?

Know that the Lord hath set apart
The godly man in every age:
He loves a meek and lowly heart;
His people are his heritage.

Then stand in awe, nor dare to sin;
Commune with your own heart; be still;
The Lord requireth truth within,

The sacrifice of mind and will.

PSALM IV.-No. 2.

WHILE many cry, in Nature's night,
Ah! who will show the way to bliss?
Lord! lift on us thy saving light;

We seek no other guide than this.
Gladness thy sacred presence brings,

More than the joyful reaper knows ; Or he who treads the grapes, and sings, While with new wine his vat o'erflows.

In peace I lay me down to sleep;

Thine arm, O Lord! shall stay my head, Thine angel spread his tent, and keep

His midnight watch around my bed.

PSALM VIII.

O LORD, our King! how excellent
Thy name on earth is known!
Thy glory in the firmament

How wonderfully shown!

Yet are the humble dear to Thee;
Thy praises are confest
By infants lisping on the knee,
And sucklings at the breast.

When I behold the heavens on high,
The work of thy right hand;
The moon and stars amid the sky,
Thy lights in every land:-

Lord! what is man, that thou shouldst deign
On him to set thy love,

Give him on earth a while to reign,

Then fill a throne above?

O Lord, how excellent thy name!
How manifold thy ways!

Let Time thy saving truth proclaim,
Eternity thy praise.

PSALM XI.

THE Lord is in his holy place,
And from his throne on high

He looks upon the human race
With omnipresent eye.

He proves the righteous, marks their path;
In him the weak are strong;

But violence provokes his wrath,

The Lord abhorreth wrong.

God on the wicked will rain down
Brimstone, and fire, and snares;
The gloom and tempest of his frown;
-This portion shall be theirs.

The righteous Lord will take delight
Alone in righteousness;

The just are pleasing in his sight,
The humble He will bless.

PSALM XV.

LORD! who is he that shall abide

Within thy tabernacle here?

Who on thy holy hill reside?

-He that maintains a conscience clear.

He that in his uprightness walks,

Who from his heart the truth will tell;

Of others ne'er malignly talks,

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Nor lets his tongue on slanders dwell:

He who his neighbour never wrongs,
But, while the base ones are abhorr'd,
Pays the high honour that belongs

To those who fear and love the Lord :

He that to his own hurt will swear,

Nor change his word, his covenant break; Nor lend on usury to ensnare,

Nor bribes to slay the righteous take:

He who doth these shall not be moved,
For God will surely him uphold,
And bring, when in the furnace tried,
Forth from the fire, refined like gold.

PSALM XIX.-No. 1.

THY glory, Lord! the heavens declare,
The firmament displays thy skill;
The changing clouds, the viewless air,
Tempest and calm thy word fulfil;
Day unto day doth utter speech,
And night to night thy knowledge teach.
Though voice nor sound inform the ear,
Well known the language of their song,
When one by one the stars appear,
Led by the silent moon along,
Till round the earth, from all the sky,
Thy beauty beams on every eye.

Waked by thy touch, the morning sun
Comes like a bridegroom from his bower,
And, like a giant, glad to run

His bright career with speed and power;
-Thy flaming messenger, to dart
Life through the depth of Nature's heart.

While these transporting visions shine
Along the path of Providence,
Glory eternal, joy divine,

Thy word reveals, transcending sense; -My soul thy goodness longs to see, Thy love to man, thy love to me.

PSALM XIX.-No. 2.

THY law is perfect, Lord of light!
Thy testimonies sure;

The statutes of thy realm are right,

And thy commandment pure.