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6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere ;
Safety and hope in evil times. 1
and save, 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 fattring and blaspheming tongue.
“ 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. 7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour
Defend the holy soul from harm:
PSALM 12. Second Part. C. M. The Lord will judge the wicked, and save his people. IL
ORD, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold, When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold : 2 Is not thy chariot hast’ning 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.”
Thro' ages shall endure :
PSALM 13. L. M.
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?
And still despair of thy return ?
Be with these anxious thoughts opprest,
Rejoice to see me sunk so low?
Before my death conclude my grief;
If thou withhold thy heav'nly light,
I sleep in everlasting night. 5 How would the pow'rs of darkness boast,
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 FOC 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?
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?
And lives and walks by faith below :
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 : While others scorn and wrong the poor,
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; But have no merits there to plead :
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 ;