If thou withhold thy heav'nly light,

I sleep in everlasting night.

5 How would the pow'rs of darkness boast,
Could but one praying soul be lost?
But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.
6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest:
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.

PSALM 14. First Part. C. M.
Universal depravity.

FOOLS in their hearts believe and say,
"That all religion's vain;

"There is no God that reigns on high,
"Or minds th' affairs of men."

2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane
Corrupt discourse proceeds;

And in their impious hands are found
Abominable deeds.

3 The Lord, from his celestial throne,
Look'd down on things below,

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To find the man that sought his grace,

Or did his justice know.

4 By nature all are gone astray,
Their practice all the same;

There's none that fears his Maker's hand,
There's none that loves his name.

5 Their tongues are us'd to speak deceit,
Their slanders never cease;

How swift to mischief are their feet!
Nor know the paths of peace.

6 Such seeds of sin (that bitter root)
In ev'ry heart are found;..

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Nor can they bear diviner fruit,
Till grace refine the ground.

PSALM 14. Second Part. C. M.
The folly of infidels.

ARE sinners now so senseless grown,
That they the saints devour?

And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful pow'r?

2 Great God, appear to their surprise,
Reveal thy dreadful name;

Let them no more thy wrath despise,
Nor turn our hope to shame.

3 Dost thou not dwell among the just?
And yet our foes deride,

That we should make thy name our trust:
Great God, confound their pride.

4 Oh that the joyful day were come
To finish our distress!

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When God shall bring his children home,
Our songs shall never cease.

PSALM 15. L. M.

The character of a Saint; or the qualifications of a Christian.

WHO shall ascend thy heav'nly place,

Great God, and dwell before thy face?

The man that minds religion now,

And lives and walks by faith below:

2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean; Whose lips still speak the thing they mean; No slanders dwell upon his tongue;

He hates to do his neighbour wrong.

3 Scarce will he trust an ill report, Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt;

Sinners of state he can despise ;
But saints are honour'd in his eyes.
4 Firm to his word he ever stood,
And always makes his promise good;
Nor dares to change the thing he swears,
Whatever pain or loss he bears.

5 He never deals in bribing gold,
And mourns that justice should be sold:
While others scorn and
wrong poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.

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6 He loves his enemies, and prays
For those that curse him to his face
And doth to all men still the same
That he would hope or wish from them.
7 Yet, when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone:
This is the man thy face shall see,
And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.

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PSALM 16. First Part. L. M. The humble Christian rejoicing in the communion of saints.

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RESERVE me, Lord, in time of need, For succour to thy throne I flee; But have no merits there to plead : My goodness cannot reach to thee. 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confess'd, How empty and how poor I am: My praise can never make thee blest, Nor add new glories to thy name. 3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap Some profit by the good we do: These are the company I keep,

These are the choicest friends I know.

4 Let others choose the sons of mirth, To give a relish to their wine;

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I love the men of heav'nly birth,
Whose thoughts and language are divine.

PSALM 16. Second Part. L. M.

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The preciousness of Christ.

OW fast their guilt and sorrows rise,
Who haste to seek some idol-god!

I will not taste their sacrifice,

Their off'rings of forbidden blood.
2 My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon;
He for my life hath offer'd up
Jesus, his best beloved Son.
3 His love is my perpetual feast;
By day his counsels guide me right:
And be his name for ever blest,
Who gives me sweet advice by night.
4 I set him still before mine eyes;
At my right hand he stands prepar'd
To keep my soul from all surprise,
And be my everlasting guard.

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PSALM 16. Third Part. L. M.
Hope in the resurrection.

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WHEN God is nigh my faith is strong
His arm is my almighty prop:

Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.
2 Tho' in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead;
For Christ hath triumph'd o'er the grave.
3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high:
Then shalt thou lead the wond'rous way
Up to thy throne above the sky.

4 There streams of endless pleasure flow; And full discov'ries of thy grace (Which we but tasted here below) Spread heav'nly joys thro' all the place.

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PSALM 16. Fourth Part.

Divine goodness and counsel.

C. M.

AVE me, O Lord, from ev'ry foe;
In thee my trust I place :

Tho' all the good, that I can do,
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.

2 Yet, here, thy children to sustain
Shall be my lov'd employ;
Thy children, first and best of men,
My friends, my highest joy.

3 Let heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood, or stone;
But my delightful lot is cast

Where the true God is known.

4 The Lord provides my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;

Much am I pleas'd with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.

5 God is my portion and my joy,
His counsels are my light:

He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.

6 My soul would all her thoughts approve To his all-seeing eye:

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Not death nor hell my hope shall move,
While such a friend is nigh.

PSALM 17. First Part. S. M.

The Portion of Saints and Sinners.

ARISE, my gracious God,

And make the wicked flee: