True riches, with abundant peace,
To humble souls are giv❜n.—

PAUSE.

7 [Rest in the Lord, and keep his way,
Nor let your anger rise,

Though Providence should long delay
To punish haughty vice.

8 Let sinners join to break your peace,
And plot, and rage, and foam;
The Lord derides them, for he sees
Their day of vengeance come.

9 They have drawn out the threat'ning sword,
Have bent the murd❜rous bow,
To slay the men who fear the Lord,
And bring the righteous low.

10 My God shall break their bows, and burn
Their persecuting darts;

Shall their own swords against them turn,

And pain surprise their hearts.] Canterbury. C. M. SECOND PART. Abridge. York. [*] Ver. 16, 21-51. Religion in Words and Deeds.

1

WHY

WHY 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.

3 His alms with liberal heart he gives,
Among the sons of need;

His mem❜ry to long ages lives,
And blessed is his seed.

4 His lips abhor to talk profane,
To slander, or defraud;

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;

Led by the Spirit and the word,
His feet shall never slide.

6 When sinners fall, the righteous stand, Preserv'd from every snare;

They shall possess the promis'd land,

And dwell for ever there.

C. M. THIRD PART. Colchester. Arundel. [*] Ver. 23--37. The Righteous and the Wicked. 1 Y God, the steps of pious men

MY

Are order'd by thy will;

Though they should fall, they rise again,
Thy hand supports them still.

2 The Lord delights to see their ways,
Their virtue he approves;
He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace,

Nor leave the men he loves.

3 The heavenly heritage is theirs,
Their portion and their home;

He feeds them now, and makes them heirs
Of blessings long to come.

o 4 [Wait on the Lord, ye sons of men,
Nor fear when tyrants frown;
Ye shall confess their pride was vain,
When justice casts them down.]

PAUSE.

e 5 The haughty sinner I have seen,
Not fearing man, nor God;:
Like a tall bay-tree, fair and green,
Spreading his arms abroad.

-6 And, lo, he vanish'd from the ground,
Destroyed by hands unseer;

e Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf, was found, Where all that pride had been.

d 7 But mark the man of righteousness, His several steps attend;

o True pleasure runs through all his ways, And peaceful is his end.

p 1

PSALM 38. C. M. Plymouth. [b]
Guilt of Conscience and Relief.

AMIDST 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.

e 3 My sins a heavy load appear,
And o'er my head are gone;

p The burden, Lord, I cannot bear, ⚫
Nor e'er the guilt atone.

4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea,
My head still bending down;
And I go mourning all the day,
Beneath my 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 every tear;
And every sigh, and every groan,
Is noticed by thine ear.

o 7 Thou art my God, my only hope,
My God will hear my cry;
My God will bear my spirit up,
When Satan bids me die.

[8 My foot is ever apt to slide,
My foes rejoice to see't;

They raise their pleasure and their pride,
When they supplant my feet.

e 9 But I'll confess my guilt to thee,
And grieve for all my sin;

p I'll mourn how weak my graces be, And beg support divine.

e 10 My God forgive my follies past,
And be for ever nigh;

O Lord of my salvation haste
Before thy servant die.]

PSALM 39. C. M.

d

FIRST PART. Barby. [*]
Verse 1, 2, 3. Prudence and Zeal.
THUS I resolved before the Lord,
"Now will I watch my tongue;

THU

"Lest I let slip one sinful word, "Or do my neighbour wrong.”

1

-2 If I am e'er constrain'd to stay
With men of lives profane,
I'll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain..

3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak
The pious thoughts I feel;

Lest scoffers should th' occasion take
To mock my holy zeal.

o 4 Yet if some proper hour appear,
I'll not be over aw'd;

• But let the scoffing sinners hear,

That I can speak for God.

C. M. SECOND PART. Bangor. Canterbury. [b]
Verse 4, 5, 6, 7. The Vanity of Man as mortal.
EACH me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame;

1

TEA

I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.

e 2 A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;

Man is but vanity and dust,

In all his flow'r and prime.

e 3 See the vain race of mortals move, Like shadows o'er the plain;

o They rage and strive, desire and love, But all their noise is vain.

4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show;
Some dig for golden ore;

They toil for heirs they know not who,
And straight are seen no more.

e 5 What should I wish, or wait for then,
From creatures, earth and dust?

e They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.

6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recal;

I give my mortal interest up,

And make my God my all.

C. M. THIRD PART. Dorset. Bishopsgate. [b]

Ver. 9-13. Sick-bed Devotion.

p 1 OD of my life, look gently down,

Behold the pains. I feel; VAL

e But I am dumb before thy throne,
Nor dare dispute thy will.
-2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord,
They come at thy command;
I'll not attempt a murm'ring word,
Against thy chast❜ning hand.
e 3 Yet may I plead with humble cries,
Remove thy sharp rebukes;

My strength consumes, my spirit dies,
Through thy repeated strokes.

p 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand,
We moulder to the dust;
Our feeble pow'rs can ne'er withstand,
And all our beauty's lost.
5 [This mortal life decays apace,
How soon the bubble's broke;
Adam and all his numʼrous race
Are vanity and smoke.]

-6 I'm but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were;
May I be well prepared to go,
When I the summons hear.

7 But if my life be spared a while,
Before my last remove,

• Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love.

PSALM 40. C. M. 1ST PART. Abridge. York. [*] Ver. 1, 2, 3, 5, 17. A Song of Deliverance from Distress.

e 1

1I

WAITED patient for the Lord;
He bow'd to hear my cry;
He saw me resting on his word,
And brought salvation nigh.

-2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit,
Where mourning long I lay;

And from my bonds released my feet,
Deep bonds of miry clay.

o 3 Firm on a rock he made me stand,
And taught my cheerful tongue
To praise the wonders of his hand,
In a new thankful song.