And, from the common Deluge freed, fhall fee remorfelefs Sinners drown'd. 6 Thy Favour, Lord, in all Distress, my Tow'r of Refuge 1 muft own; Thou shalt my haughty Foes fuppress, and me with Songs of Triumph crown. Ꮲ Ꮥ Ꭺ Ꮮ Ꮇ XXXIII. ILET all the Juft to God with Joy, their cheerful Voices raife; For well the Righteous it becomes, to fing glad Songs of Praife. 2 Let Harps, and Pfalteries, and Lutes, in joyful Concert meet; 3 And new-made Songs of loud Applaufe For faithful is the Word of God, is with his Goodnefs crown'd. Then, Lord, let ftill our Hearts rejoice, 5 The Riches of thy Mercy, Lord, Since we, for all we want or with, on thee alone depend. PSALM XXXIV. I THRO' all the changing Scenes of Life, in Trouble and in Joy; The The Praises of my God fhall still my 2 Of his Deliv'rance I will boast, 3 he to my 4 O! make but Trial of his Love, How bleft they are, and only they, 5 Fear him, ye Saints, and you will then Make you his Service your Delight, he'll make your Wants his Care. PSALM XXXIV. P. 2. * APPROACH, ye piously difpos'd, and my Inftruction hear; I'll teach you the true Discipline of his religious Fear. 2 Let him who Length of Life defires, and profp'rous Days would fee, From fland'ring Language keep his Tongue, his Lips from Falfhood free. 3 The crooked Paths of Vice decline, and Virtue's Ways pursue ; Establish 5 Establish Peace, where 'tis begun; 4 The Lord from Heav'n beholds the Juft with favourable Eyes; And when diftrefs'd, his gracious Ear But turns his wrathful Look on those To cut them off, and from the Earth 6 The Wicked from their wicked Arts Whilft righteous Men, whom they deteft, 7 For God preserves the Souls of those, Lord, thy Mercy, my fure Hope, the highest Orb of Heav'n tranfcends; Thy facred Truth's unmeasur'd Scope beyond the spreading Sky extends. 2 Thy Juftice, like the Hills, remains ; unfathom❜d Depths thy Judgments are; Thy Providence the World fuftains; the whole Creation is thy Care. 3 Since of thy Goodness all partake, with what Affurance fhould the Juft Thy fhelt'ring Wings their Refuge make, and Saints to thy Protection truft! 4 Such Guefts fhall to thy Courts be led, I Lord, thy Goodness doth ascend So doth thy Truth itself extend 2 Much more than Hills both high and steep, thy Juftice is expreft: Thy Judgments like the Seas most deep, 3 Thy Mercy is above all Things, In Trust whereof, as in thy Wings, 4 Within thy Houfe they fhall be fed Of all Delights they shall be sped, 5 Because the Well of Life moft pure And in the Light we are full fure 6 From fuch as thee defire to know, THO HO' wicked Men grow rich or great, Thy Anger or thy Envy raise: Shall all thy earnest Wishes grant. I He'll make, like Light serene and clear, PSALM XXXVII. P. 2. WITH quiet Mind on God depend, Nor let thy Anger fondly rife, Tho' wicked Men with Wealth abound, And |