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and with Success the Plots are crown'd,
Which they maliciously devise.
Thy wav'ring Heart espouse their Crime:
Who trust on him, and wait his Time. 3 How soon shall wicked Men decay ! Their Place shall vanish quite away,
Nor by the strictest Search be found;
With Peace and Plenty always crown'd.
PSA L M XXXVII. P. 3 I WHILE finful Crowds, with false Design,
Against the righteous Few combine, And gnash their Te. th and threat'ning stand;
Gou shall their empty Plots deride, And laugh at their defeated Pride;
He sees their Ruin near at hand. 2 They draw the Sword, and bend the Bow,
the Poor and Needy to o'erthrow, And Men of upright Lives to Nay;
But their strong Bows shall soon be broke, Their sharpen'd Weapons mortal Stroke
Thro’their own Hearts shall force its Way. 3 A Little, with God's Favour blest,
That's by one righteous Man possess'd,
The Wealth of many Bad excels;
For God supports the just Man's Cause; But as for those that break his Laws,
Their unfuccessful Pow'r he quells, 4 His constant Care the Upright guides,
And over all their Life presides; Their Portion shall for ever last:
They, when Distress o'erwhelms the Earth, Shall be unmoy'd, and ev’n in Dearth
The happy Fruits of Plenty taste.
PSA L M XXXVII. P. 4.
He orders all the Steps aright
Thọ he sometimes may be distress’d,
For God upholds him with his Hand, 2 From my first Youth till Age prevail'd,
I never saw the Righteous fail'd,
Because Compaffion fill'd his Heart,
God made his Offspring's Wealth increase. 3 With Caution (hun each wicked Deed,
In Virtue's Wavs with Zeal proceed, And so prolong your happy Days:
For God, who Judgment loves, does still Preserve his Saints secure from Ill,
While soon the wicked Race decays, 4 The Upright shall possess the Land, His Portion shall for Ages stand,
His Mouth with Wisdom is fupply'd :
His Tongue by Rules of Judgment moves; His Heart the Law of God approves ;
Therefore his Footsteps never side.
PSALM XXXVII. P. 5. + THE Wicked I in Paw'r have seen,
And, like a Bay-Tree, fresh and green, That spreads its pleasant Branches round: But he was gone as quick as Thought, And tho’in ev'ry Place I sought,
No Sign or Track of him I found. 2 Observe the perfect Man with Care, And mark all such as upright are;
Their roughest Days in Peace shall end : While on the latter End of those, Who dare God's facred Will oppose,
A cominon Ruin shall attend. 3 God to the Just will Aid afford; 'Their only Safeguard is the Lord;
Their Strength in Time of Need is he: Because on him they still depend, The Lord will timely Succour send,
And from the Wicked set them free.
PSA L M XXXIX. * LORD, let me know my Term of Days, how foon my
; The num'rous Train of Ills disclose, which this frail State attend.
2 My Life, thou know'st, is but a Span,
a Cypher sums my Years : And ev'ry Man, in best Estate,
but Vanity appears.
with fruitless Cares oppress'd;
by whom 'twill be possess’d.
with anxious Care attend? On thee alone my stedfast Hope
Thall ever, Lord, depend.
PSA L M XXXIX. O. V. I LORD, number out my Life and Days,
which yet I have not past; So that I may be certify'd
how long my Life shall last. 2 For thou hast pointed out my Life,
in Length much like a Span: Mine Age is Nothing unto thee,
so vain is ey'ry Man. 3 Man walketh like a Shade, and doth
in vain himself annoy In getting Goods, and cannot tell
who Thall the same enjoy. 4 Therefore, O Lord; what wait I for,
what Help do I desire ? Truly, my Hope is ev’n in thee, I Nothing else require.
PSALM XL. ! Waite
Taited meekly for the Lord,
'till he vouchfaf 'd a kind Reply'; Who did his gracious Ear afford,
and heard from Heav'n my humble Cry. 2 He took me from the dismal Pit,
when founder'd deep in miry Clay: On solid Ground he plac'd my Feet,
and luffer'd not my Steps to stray. 3 The Wonders he for me has wrought,
shall fill my Mouth with Songs of Praise: And others, to his Worship brought,
to Hopes of like Deliv'rance raise.
PSA L M XL. 0. V. s I Waited long and fought the Lord,
and patiently did bear;
my Voice and Cry to hear.
out of the Mire and Clay : Upon a Rock he fat my Feet,
and he did guide my Way. 3 To me he taught a Pfalm of Praise,
which I must shew abroad :
PSA L M XLI.
APPY the Man, whose tender Care