H PSALM I. OW bleft is he, who ne'er confents by ill Advice to walk; Nor ftands in Sinner's Ways, nor fits where Men profanely talk! 2 But makes the perfect Law of God his Bufinefs and Delight; 3 Devoutly reads therein by Day, And meditates by Night. Like fome fair Tree, which, fed by Streams, with timely Fruit does bend, He ftill fhall flourish, and Succefs all his Defigns attend. 4 Ungodly Men, and their Attempts, no lafting Root shall find; Untimely blafted, and difpers'd like Chaff before the Wind. 5 Their Guilt fhall ftrike the Wicked dumb before the Judge's Face: No formal Hypocrite shall then amongst the Saints have Place. 6 For God approves the juft Man's Ways, to Happiness they tend ; But Sinners, and the Paths they tread, fhall both in Ruin end. PSALM IV. Lord, thou art my righteous Judge, Thou Thou ftill redeem'ft me from Diftrefs, have Mercy, Lord, and hear. 2 How long will ye, O Sons of Men, to bot my Fame, devife? How long your vain Defigns pursue, and ipread malicious Lies? 3 Confider, that the righteous Man is God's peculiar Choice; And when to him I make my Pray'r, he always hears my Voice. 4 Then ftand in Awe of his Commands, flee ev'ry Thing that's ill; Commune in Private with your Hearts, and bend them to his' Will. 5 The Place of other Sacrifice let Righteoufnefs fupply; And let your Hope, tecurely fixt, on God alone rely. Ο PSALM VIII. Thou to whom all Creatures bow Thro' all the World how great art thou! how glorious is thy Name! 2 In Heav'n thy wond'rous Acts are fung, nor fully reckon'd there; And yet thou mak'ft the Infant-Tongue thy boundless Praise declare. 3 Thro' thee the Weak confound the Strong, and crush their haughty Foes; And fo thou quell'ft the wicked Throng, that thee and thine oppose. 4 When Heav'n,thy beauteous Work on high, employs my wond'ring Sight; 5 The Moon, that nightly rules the Sky, What's Man, O Lord, that thus thou lov❜st Or what his Offspring, that thou prov'ft to them fo wond'rous kind? 6 Him next in Pow'r thou didst create 7 O thou to whom all Creatures bow I Thro' all the World how great art thou! PSALM IX. To celebrate thy Praife, O Lord, To all the lift'ning World thy Works, 2 The Thought of them shall to my Soul 3 Whilft to thy Name, O thou moft High! All those who have his Goodness prov'd Whofe Mercy ne'er forfook the Man, 4 Sing Praises therefore to the Lord, A 2 Proclaim I. Proclaim his Deeds, 'till all the World TH HE Lord hath both a Temple here, and righteous Throne above; Where he furveys the Sons of Men," and how their Counfels move. 2 If God, the Righteous, whom he loves, for Trial does correct; What must the Sons of Violence, whom he abhors, expect? 3 Snares, Fire, and Brimftone, on their Heads fhall in one Tempest fhow'r ; This dreadful Mixture his Revenge 4 The righteous Lord will righteous Deeds with fignal Favour grace; And to the upright Man difclofe the Brightness of his Face. PSALM XII. SINCE godly Men decay, O Lord, do thou my Cause defend; For fcarce thefe wretched Times afford one just and faithful Friend. 2 One Neighbour now can scarce believe what t'other doth impart : With flatt'ring Lips they all deceive, and with a double Heart. 3 But Lips that with Deceit abound, can never profper long; God's God's righteous Vengeance will confound the proud blafpheming Tongue. 4 For God, who hears the fuff 'ring Poor, and their Oppreffion knows, Will foon arife and give them Reft, in Spite of all their Foes. 5 The Promife of his aiding Grace 6 Then shall the Wicked be perplex'd, When those whom they defpis'd and vex'd, fhall be advanc'd on High. PSALM XIII. I HOW long wilt thou forget me, Lord? Muft I for ever mourn? How long wilt thou withdraw from me, oh! never to return? 2 Since I have always plac'd my Truft beneath thy Mercy's Wing, Thy faving Health will come, and then my Heart with Joy fhall spring. 3 Then shall my Song, with Praife infpir'd, to thee, my God, ascend; Who, to thy Servant in Diftrefs fuch Bounty didft extend. I PSALM XIV. SURE, wicked Fools muft needs fuppofe that God is Nothing but a Name; Corrupt |