and with Succefs the Plots are crown'd, Thy wav'ring Heart espouse their Crime: Who truft on him, and wait his Time. 3 How foon fhall wicked Men decay! Their Place fhall vanifh quite away, Nor by the stricteft Search be found; PSALM XXXVII. P. 3. WHILE finful Crowds, with falfe Defign, And gnafh their Te.th,and threat'ning stand; He fees 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 flay; But their ftrong Bows fhall foon be broke, Their fharpen'd Weapons mortal Stroke Thro' their ownHearts fhall force its Way. 3. A Little, with God's Favour blest, The The Wealth of many Bad excels; They, when Diftrefs o'erwhelms the Earth, Of him that moves by his Command: God made his Offspring's Wealth increase. For God, who Judgment loves, does still Preferve his Saints fecure from Ill, While foon the wicked Race decays. 4 The Upright fhall poffefs the Land, His Portion fhall for Ages ftand, D 2 His ་་་ His Mouth with Wisdom is fupply'd : PSALM XXXVII. P. 5. No Sign or Track of him I found. 2 Observe the perfect Man with Care, And mark all fuch as upright are; 3 I Their roughest Days in Peace fhall end: God to the Juft will Aid afford; Their Strength in Time of Need is he: PSALM XXXIX. LORD, let me know my Term of Days, The num'rous Train of Ills difclofe, 2 My Life, thou know'st, is but a Span, 3 Man, like a Shadow, vainly walks, He heaps up Wealth, but cannot tell by whom 'twill be poffefs'd. 4 Why then should I on worthless Toys, with anxious Care attend? On thee alone my ftedfaft Hope shall ever, Lord, depend. PSALM XXXIX. O. V. 1. LORD, number out my Life and Days, which yet I have not past; So that I may be certify'd how long my Life fhall laft. 2 For thou haft pointed out my Life, in Length much like a Span: Mine Age is Nothing unto thee, fo vain is ev'ry Man. 3 Man walketh like a Shade, and doth in vain himself annoy In getting Goods, and cannot tell who fhall the fame enjoy. 4 Therefore, O Lord; what wait I for, Truly, my Hope is ev'n in thee, PSALM PSALM XL. [Waited 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 folid Ground he plac'd my Feet, and fuffer'd not my Steps to ftray. 3 The Wonders he for me has wrought, fhall fill my Mouth with Songs of Praise; And others, to his Worship brought, to Hopes of like Deliv'rance raise. PSALM XL. O. V. [Waited long and fought the Lord, 2 He brought me from the dreadful Pit, 3 To me he taught a Pfalm of Praise, which I muft fhew abroad: And fing new Songs of Thanks always, unto the Lord our God. PSALM XLI. HAPPY the Man, whofe tender Care relieves the Poor diftrefs'd: When |