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Till his dark crimes, at once reveal'd,
Expose his hateful name.
His words are smooth and fair :
And leaves no goodness there. 4. He plots upon his bed
New mischiefs to fulfil :
To practice all that's ill.
Tho' men renounce his fear :
Shall one great day appear.
In heav'n his mercies dwell;
His anger burns to hell. 7 How excellent his love,
Whence all our safety springs !
From underneath his wings!
General providence and special grace.
LORD, thy mercy, my sure hope,
The highest orb of heav'n transcends;
Beyond the spreading sky extends. 2 Thy justice like the hills remains ;
Unfathom'd depths thy judgments are ;
The whole creation is thy care.
With what assurance should the just
Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make;
Of joys that shall forever last.
Thy presence is eternal day :
PSALM 87. First Part. C. M.
The rewards of the righteous and the wicked. 1 VHY should I vex my soul and fret
To see the wicked rise ? Or
envy sinners waxing great,
By violence and lies?
Before the ev’ning fades :
In everlasting shades.
And practise all that's good ; So shall I dwell among the just,
And he'll provide me food.
And cheerful wait his will:
desires fulfil. 5 Mine innocence shalt thou display ;
And make thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day,
And glorious as the noon. 6 The meek at last the earth possess,
And are the heirs of heav'n :
True riches, with abundant peace,
To humble souls are giv'n.
Nor let your anger rise;
To punish haughty vice.
And plot, and rage, and foam ;
Their day of vengeance come.
Have bent the murd'rous bow,
And bring the righteous low.
Their persecuting darts :
And pain surprise their hearts.
Charity to the poor.
THY do the wealthy wicked boast,
And grow profanely bold? The meanest portion of the just
Excels the sinner's gold. 2 The wicked borrows of his friends,
But ne'er designs to pay: The saint is merciful and lends,
Nor turns the poor away.
Amongst the sons of need :
And blessed is his seed.
To slander or defraud :
6 And lo! he vanish'd from the ground,
His ready tongue declares to men,
What he has learn'd of God. 5 The law and gospel of the Lord
Deep in his heart abide ;
His feet shall never slide.
Preserv'd from ev'ry snare;
PSALM 37. Third Part. C. M.
Y God, the steps of pious men
Are order'd by thy will : Tho’ they should fail
, they rise again,
Their virtues he approves ;
Nor leaves the men he loves. 3 The heav'nly heritage is theirs,
Their portion and their home :
Of blessings long to come.
Nor fear when tyrants frown:
When justice casts them down. 5 The haughty sinner have I seen,
Not fearing man or God:
Spreading his arms abroad.
Destroy'd by hands unseen :
Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found,
Where all that pride had been.
His sey'ral steps attend :
PSALM 38. C. M.
Prayer for pardon and health. 1 A MID
thy wrath remember love,
Restore thy servant, Lord ; Nor let a father's chast'ning prove
Like an avenger's sword. 2 Thine arrows stick within my heart,
My flesh is sorely prest: Between the sorrow and the smart,
My spirit finds no rest. 3 My sins a heavy load appear,
And o'er my head are gone ; Too heavy for my soul to bear,
Too hard for me tatone. 4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea,
My head still bending down; And I go mourning all the day, Beneath
Father's frown. 5 Lord, I am weak and broken sore,
None of my pow'rs are whole : The inward anguish makes me roar,
The anguish of my soul, 6 All
my desire to thee is known,
Thine eye.counts ey'ry tear ;
Is notic'd by thine ear.
My God will hear my cry ::