Pleading with God under defertion: or, Hope in
OW long, O. Lord, fhall I complain, Like one that feeks his God in vain? Canft thou thy face for ever hide?
And Iftill pray, and be deny'd? 2 Shall I for ever be forgot,.
As one whom thou regardeft not?
Still fhall my foul thine abfence mourn?
And ftill defpair of thy return?
3 How long shall my poor troubled breaft
Be with thefe anxious thoughts oppreft?
And Satan my malicious foe,
Rejoice to see me funk fo low.
Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
Before my death conclude my grief,
If thou withhold thy heav'nly light,
I fleep in everlasting night.
How will the pow'rs of darkness boast,
If but one praying foul be loft?.
But I have trufted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.
6 Whate'er my fears or foes fuggeft,
Thou art my hope, my joy; my reft;
My heart fhall feel thy love and raife
My chearful voice to fongs of praife./
PSALM XIII. Common Metre.
Gomplaint under temptations of the devil.
OW long wilt thou conceal thy face?
H My God, how long delay?
When all I feel thofe heav'nly rays
That chafe my fears away?
2 How long fhall my poor lab'ring foul
Wreftle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes controul,
And ease my raging pain.
3 See how the prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts,
He fpreads a mift around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.
4 Be thou my fun, and thou my fhield,
My foul in fafety keep;
Make hafte, before mine eyes are feal'd
In death's eternal fleep.
5 How would the tempter boaft aloud
If I become his prey?
Behold the fons of hell grow proud
At thy fo long delay.
6 But they fhall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.-
7 Thou wilt difplay that fov'reign grace,
Where all my hopes have hung;
I fhall employ my lips in praife,
And victory fhall be fung.
PSALM XIV. First part.
By nature all men are finners.
FOOLS, in their hearts, believe and fay,
That all religion's vain,
"There is no God that reigns on high,
"Or minds th' affairs of men."
2 From thoughts fo dreadful and profane Corrupt difcourfe proceeds;
And in their impious hands are found
Abominable deeds.
The Lord, from his celeftial throne,
Look'd down or things below,
To find the man that fought his grace,
Or did his justice know.
4-By nature all are gone aftray,
Their practice all the fame;
There's none that fears his Maker's hand,
There's none that loves his name.
5 Their tongues are us'd to fpeak deceit,
Their flanders never ceafe:
How swift to mischief are their feet!
Nor know the paths of peace.
6 Such feeds of fin (that bitter root)
In ev'ry heart are found;
Nor can they bear diviner fruit,
Till grace refine the ground.
PSALM XIV. Second part.
The folly of perfecutors.
A grown.
That they the faints devour:
And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful pow'r?
3 Great God, appear to their surprize,
Reveal thy dreadful name;
Let them no more thy wrath defpife,
Nor turn our hope to fhame.
Doft thou not dwell among the juft,
And yet our foes deride,
That we fhould make thy name our truft
Great God, confound their pride.
4 O that the joyful day were come
To finish our distress!!
When God fhall bring his children home,
"Our fongs fhall never cease.
PSALM XV. Common Metre.
Characters of a faint, or a citizen of Zion; of The qualifications of a Chriftian..
HO fhall inhabit in thy hill,.
God of holinefs?
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 hand;:
That trufts his Maker's promifes,.
And follows his commands.
3. He fpeaks the meaning of his hearty.
Nor flanders with his tongue;
Will fearee believe an ill report,.
Nor do his neighbour wrong.
4 The wealthy finner he contemns,
Loves all that fear the Lord;.
And tho' to his own hurt he fwears,
Still he performs his word.
His hands difdain a golden bribe,
And never gripe the poor;
This man fhall dwell with God on earthy
And find his heav'n fecure.
Religion and justice, goodness and truth; or Duties toGod and man: or, The qualifications of a Chrif,
I 7HO fhall afcend thy heavenly place,
Great God, and dwell before thy face?
The man that minds religion now,
And humbly walks with God below.
2 Whofe hands are pure, whofe heart is clean,
Whofe lips still speak the thing they mean;
No flanders dwell upon his tongue;
He hates to do his neighbour wrong
3 [Scarce will he truft an ill report,
Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt:
Sinners of state he can despise,
But faints are honour'd in his eyes.]
4 [Firm to his word he ever ftood,
And always makes his promife good:
Nor dares to change the thing he fwears,
Whatever pain or lofs he bears.]
5 [He never deals in bribing gold,
And mourns that justice should be fold;
While others gripe and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.]
6 He loves his enemies, and prays
For those that curfe him to his face;
And doth to all men ftill the fame
That he would hope or with from them.
Yet when his holiest works are done,
His foul depends on grace alone:
This is the man thy face shall fee,
And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.
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