Corrupt and lewd their Practice grows, no Breait is warm'd with holy Flame. 2 The Lord look'd down from Heav'n's high and all the Sons of Mendid view, (Tow'r, To see if any own'd his Pow'r, if any Truth or Justice knew. 3 But all, he law, were gone aside, all were degen’rate grown and base; None took Religion for their Guide, not one of all the sinful Race. 4 How will they tremble then for Fear, when his juft Wrath shall them o'ertake! For, to the Righteous, God is near, and never will their Cause forsake. 5 Ill Men in vain with Scorn expose those Methods which the Good pursue; Since God a Refuge is for those, whom his just Eyes with Favour view." 6 Would he his saving Pow'r employ, to break his People's servile Band ! Then Shouts of universal Joy Thould loudly echo thro' the Land. PSA L M XV. I LORD, who's the happy Man that may to thy blest Courts repair ? Not, Stranger-like, to visit them, but to inhabit there? 2 'Tis he whose ev'ry Thought and Deed by Rules of Virtue moves; Whofe gen'rous Tongue disdains to speak the Thing his Heart disproves. 3. Who never did a Slander forge, his Neighbour's Fame to wound; Or hearken to a false Report, by Malice wisper'd round. 4 Who Vice, in all its Pomp and Pow'r, can treat with just Negle&t; And Piety, tho'cloth’d in Rags, religiously respect. has ever firinly stood; he makes his Promife good. (stand, When Earth's Foundation shakes, shall by Providence fecur'd. PSA L M XVI. to God's all-feeing Eye; because he still is nigh. 2 Therefore my Heart all Grief defies, my Glory does rejoice; My Flesh shall rest in Hope to rise, wak'd by his pow'rful Voice. 3 Thou, Lord, when I resign my Breath, my Soul from Hell shalt free; Nor let thy Holy-One in Death The least Corruption see. 4 Thou shalt the Paths of Life display, which to thy Presence lead; Where Where Pleasures dwell without Allay, and Joys that never fade. PS A L M XVII. ARISE, O Lord, defeat their Plots, their swelling Rage controul; From wicked Men, who are thy Sword, deliver thou my Soul. 2 From worldly Men, thy sharpest Scourge, whole Portion's here below; Who, fill'd with earı hly Stores, aspire no oiher Bliss to know. their Subitance while they live: the vaut Remainder give. shall view without Controul : And, waking, fhail its Image find reflected in my Soul, PSA L M XVIII. I NO Change of Times shall ever shock my firm Affection, Lord, to thee; For thou hast always been a Rock, a Fortress and Defence to me. 2 Thou my Deliy'rer art, my God; my Trust is in thy mighty Pow'r: Thou art my Shield from Foes abroad, At Home my Safe-guard and my Tow'r. PSALM PSALM XVIII. P. 2. the conscious Earth did quake for Fear; From their firm Posts the Hills did start, nor could his dreadful Fury bear. 2 Thick Clouds of Smoke dispers'd abroad, Ensigns of Wrath before him came; that Coals were kindled at its Flame. 3 He left the beauteous Realms of Light, whilft Heav'n bow'd down its awful Head; Beneath his Feet substantial Night, was, like a fable Carpet, spread. 4 The Chariot of the King of Kings, which active Troops of Angels drew, On a strong Tempest's rapid Wings, with most amazing Swiftness few. 5 Black wat’ry Mifts and Clouds conspir'd with thickest Shades his Face to veil; But at his Brightness foon retir'd, and fell in Show'rs of Fire and Hail. 6 Thro' Heav'n's wide Archathund'ring Peal, God's angry Voice did loudly roar: While Earth's fad Face, with Heaps of Hail, and Flakes of Fire, was cover'd o'er. 7 His sharpen’d Arrows round he threw, which made his scatter'd Foes retreat; Like Darts his nimble Light’ning flew, and quickly finish'd their Defeat. 8 The Deep its secret Stores disclos'd; the World's Foundations naked lay, B BY 1 By his avenging Wrath expos’d, PSA L M XVIII. O. V. and bow'd the Heav'ns high: the Darknels of the Sky. full royally tie rode: PSALM XIX. their great Creator's Skill. freih Beams of Knowledge brings: From darkeit Night's successive Rounds divine instruction springs. 3 Their pow'rful Language to no Realm or Region is contin’d: 'Tis Nature's Voice, and understood alike by all Mankind. 4 Their Doctrine does its sacred Sense Thro’Earth’s Extent display; Whofe bright Contents the circling Sun does round the World convey. |