4 By Nature all are gone astray,
Their practice all the same;
There's none that fears his Maker's hand,
There's none that, loves his name.
5 Their tongues are used to speak deceit,
Their slanders never cease:
How swift to mischief are their feet,
Nor know the paths of peace!
6 Such seeds of sin (that bitter root)
In every heart are found;
Nor can they bear diviner fruit,
Till grace refine the ground.
7 0 that salvation might proceed
From Zion's sacred place,
Till Israel's captives all are freed,
And sing recovering grace.
PSALM 15. FIRST PART. C. M.
VHO shall inhabit in thy hill,
O God of holiness?
Whom will the Lord admit to dwell
So near his throne of grace?
2 The man that walks in pious ways,
And works with righteous hands;
That trusts his Maker's promised grace,
And follows his commands.
3 He speaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor slanders with his tongue;
Will scarce believe an ill report,
Nor do his neighbour wrong.
4 The wealthy sinner he contemns,
Loves all that fear the Lord;
And though to his own hurt he swears,
Still he performs his word.
5 His hands disdain a golden bribe,
And never wrong the poor:
This mat. shall dwell with God on earth,
And find his heaven, secure.
PSALM 15. SECOND PART. L. M.
WHO shall ascend thy heavenly place,
Great God, and dwell before thy face
The man that minds religion now,
And humbly walks with God below:
2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean,
Whose lips still speak the thing they mean;
No slanders dwell upon his tongue;
He hates to do his neighbour wrong.
3 Scarce will he trust an ill report,
Or vent it to his neighbour's hurt:
Sinners of state he can despise,
But saints are honoured in his eyes.
4 Firm to his word he ever stood,
And always makes his promise good;
Nor dares to change the thing he swears,
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;
And doth to all men still the same
That he would hope or wish from them.
7 Yet, when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone:
This is the man thy face shall see,
And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.
PSALM 16. FIRST PART. L. M.
PRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need;
For succour to thy throne I flee, But have no merits there to plead : My goodness cannot reach to thee. 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confest How empty and how poor I am: My praise can never make thee blest, Nor add new glories to thy name. 3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap Some profit by the good we do; These are the company I keep,
These are the choicest friends I know. 4 How fast their guilt and sorrows rise, Who haste to seek some idol-god! I will not taste their sacrifice,
Their offerings of forbidden blood.
5 My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon;
He for my life has offered up
Jesus, his best beloved Son.
6 His love is my perpetual feast;
By day his counsels guide me right;
And be his name for ever blest,
Who gives me sweet advice by night. 7 I set him still before mine eyes;
At my right hand he stands prepared
To keep my soul from all surprise,
And be my everlasting guard.
PSALM 16. SECOND PART. L. M.
WHEN God is nigh, my faith is stro
His arm is my almighty prop:
Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue,
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.
2 Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.
3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust and rise on high;
Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way
Up to thy throne above the sky.
4 There streams of endless pleasure flow,
And full discoveries of thy grace
(Which we but tasted here below)
Spread heavenly joys through all the place.
ORD, I am thine; but thou wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love: When men of spite against me join, They are the sword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion lie below; 'Tis all the happiness they know; "Tis all they seek, they take their shares, And leave the rest among their heirs. 3 What sinners value, I resign; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine; I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 4 This life's a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere ; When shall I wake and find me there?
50 glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near, and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.
PSALM 18. FIRST PART. L. M.
HEE will I love, O Lord, my strength,
My rock, my tower, my high defence;
Thy mighty arm shall be my trust,
For I have found salvation thence.
2 Death and the terrors of the grave,
Stood round me with their dismal shade;
While floods of high temptation rose,
And made my sinking soul afraid.
3 I saw the opening gates of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there,
(Which none but they that feel can tell)
While I was hurried to despair.
4 In my distress I called my God,
When I could scarce believe him mine;
He bowed his ear to my complaint,
And proved his saving grace divine.
5 With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a cherub's wing he rode;
Awful, and bright as lightning shone
The face of my deliverer, God.
6 Temptations fled at his rebuke,
The blast of his Almighty breath:
He sent salvation from on high,
And drew me from the deeps of death.
7 Great were my fears, my foes were great,
Much was their strength, and more their rage,
But Christ, my Lord, is conqueror still,
In all the wars the proud can wage.
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