Who fhall afcend to God above

Who truft in God's protecting hand

Why breathes my anxious heart the frequent figh

Why do the heathen nations rage

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322.

5.

The different Character and Fate of the Righteous and the Wicked.

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HOW bleft the man, whofe ear
Impious counsel shuns to hear;
Who nor dares to tread the way

Where the fons of folly stray;

2 Nor their frantic mirth to share,
Seated in derifion's chair:

Frantic mirth, which spares not God,
And affects to brave his rod.
3 But, poffeffed with facred awe,
Meditates, great God, thy law;
This, by day, his best employ,
This, by night, his trueft joy.

B

4 Like

4

Like the tree that fruitful grows
Where the winding rivulet flows,
He his verdant branch shall spread,
Nor one fickening leaf fhall fhed.
5 But a fadly different fate

Does the foes of God await;
They fhall, in their proudest hour,
Perish like the blafted flower.

6 When thy Judge, O earth, fhall come,
And to each affign his doom,
Will ye then, ye impious band,
Unabashed before him ftand?
7 No! my God, the juft alone
Thou with all thy love wilt own;
While thy face the wicked fly,
And o'erwhelmed in ruin lie.

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II. PSALM I. Com. Met. WATTS.

B

The fame.

LEST is the man, who fhuns the place
Where finners spread their fnare;
Who fears alluring pleasure's ways,
And dreads the fcoffer's chair.

2 Who in the ftatutes of the Lord
Has placed his chief delight;
Daily he reads or hears the word,
And meditates by night.

3 He like a plant of generous kind,
In fome well-watered plain,
With all the richeft fruits of mind
In health and peace fhall reign.

4 Not fo the impious and unjuft;
Vain the designs they form!

Their hopes are scattered like the duft,
Or chaff before the ftorm.

5 God with delight the good furveys,
And with his bleffing crowns;
But on the finner's defperate ways
All his displeasure frowns.

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III.

PSALM I. Short Met. WATTS.

T

The fame.

HE man is ever bleft,

Who fhuns the finner's ways;

Who in their councils never ftands,
Nor takes the fcoffer's place.

But makes the law of God
His study and delight,

Amid the labours of the day,

And watches of the night.

He like a tree shall thrive,

With waters near the root;

Fresh as the leaf his name fhall live,

And fair be all his fruit.

Not fo th' ungodly race,

They no fuch bleffings find:

Their hopes fhall flee like empty chaff

Before the driving wind.

Th' Almighty God approves

The way the righteous go;

But finners and their works fhall meet

A dreadful overthrow.