and with Succefs the Plots are crown'd,
Which they maliciously devife.
2 From Anger ceafe, and Wrath forfake;
Let no ungovern'd Paffion make

Thy wav'ring Heart espouse their Crime:
For God fhall finful Men destroy;
Whilft only they the Land enjoy,

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;
Whilft humble Souls poffefs the Earth,
Rejoicing ftill with godly Mirth,
With Peace and Plenty always crown'd.

PSALM XXXVII. P.

3.

WHILE finful Crowds, with falfe Defign,
Against the righteous Few combine,

And gnafh their Te.th,and threat'ning stand;
God fhall their empty Plots deride,
And laugh at their defeated Pride;

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,
That's by one righteous Man poffefs'd,

The

The Wealth of many Bad excels;
For God fupports the juft Man's Caufe;
But as for thofe that break his Laws,
Their unfuccessful Pow'r he quells.
4 His conftant Care the Upright guides,
And over all their Life prefides;
Their Portion fhall for ever laft:

They, when Diftrefs o'erwhelms the Earth,
Shall be unmov'd, and ev'n in Dearth
The happy Fruits of Plenty taste.
PSALM XXXVII. P. 4.
I THE good Man's Way is God's Delight;
He orders all the Steps aright

Of him that moves by his Command:
Tho he fometimes may be diftrefs'd,
Yet fhall he ne'er be quite opprefs'd;
For God upholds him with his Hand,
72 From my firft Youth till Age prevail'd,
I never faw the Righteous fail'd,
Or Want o'ertake his num'rous Race;
Because Compaffion fill'd his Heart,
And he did cheerfully impart,

God made his Offspring's Wealth increase.
3 With Caution fhun each wicked Deed,
In Virtue's Ways with Zeal proceed,
And fo prolong your happy Days:

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

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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 flide.

PSALM XXXVII. P. 5.
THE Wicked I in Pow'r have feen,
And, like a Bay-Tree, fresh and green,
That fpreads its pleasant Branches round:
But he was gone as quick as Thought,
And tho' in ev'ry Place I fought,

No Sign or Track of him I found. 2 Observe the perfect Man with Care, And mark all fuch as upright are;

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Their roughest Days in Peace fhall end:
While on the latter End of those,
Who dare God's facred Will oppose,
A common Ruin fhall attend.

God to the Juft will Aid afford;
'Their only Safeguard is the Lord;

Their Strength in Time of Need is he:
Because on him they ftill depend,
The Lord will timely Succour fend,
And from the Wicked fet them free.

PSALM XXXIX.

LORD, let me know my Term of Days,
how foon my Life will end;

The num'rous Train of Ills difclofe,
which this frail State attend.

2 My Life, thou know'st, is but a Span,
a Cypher fums my Years:
And ev'ry Man, in best Estate,
but Vanity appears.

3 Man, like a Shadow, vainly walks,
with fruitless Cares opprefs'd;

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,
what Help do I defire?

Truly, my Hope is ev'n in thee,
I Nothing else require.

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,
and patiently did bear;
At length to me he did accord,
my Voice and Cry to hear.

2 He brought me from the dreadful Pit,
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 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