Corrupt and lewd their Practice grows, no Breaft is warm'd with holy Flame. 2 The Lord look'd down from Heav'n's high and all the Sons of Men did view, (Tow'r, To fee if any own'd his Pow'r, if any Truth or Justice knew. 3 But all, he faw, were gone afide, 4 How will they tremble then for Fear, those Methods which the Good purfue; Since God a Refuge is for those, whom his juft Eyes with Favour view.” 6 Would he his faving Pow'r employ, to break his People's fervile Band! Then Shouts of universal Joy fhould loudly echo thro' the Land. PSALM XV. I LORD, who's the happy Man that may to thy bleft Courts repair? Not, Stranger-like, to vifit them, but to inhabit there? 2 'Tis he whofe ev'ry Thought and Deed by Rules of Virtue moves; Whofe gen'rous Tongue difdains to speak the Thing his Heart difproves. 3. Who never did a Slander forge, 4 Who Vice, in all its Pomp and Pow'r, And Piety, tho' cloth'd in Rags, 5 Who to his plighted Vows and Truft And tho' he promnife to his Lofs, he makes his Promise good. 6 The Man, who by this fteady Course I has Happiness infur'd, (ftand, When Earth's Foundation fhakes, fhall I by Providence fecur'd. PSALM XVI. Strive each Action to approve No Danger fhall my Hopes remove, 2 Therefore my Heart all Grief defies, my Glory does rejoice; My Flesh thall reft in Hope to rife, wak'd by his pow'rful Voice. 3 Thou, Lord, when I refign my Breath, Nor let thy Holy-One in Death 4 Thou shalt the Paths of Life display, which to thy Presence lead; Where Where Pleasures dwell without Allay, PSALM XVII. I ARISE, O Lord, defeat their Plots, From wicked Men, who are thy Sword, 2 From worldly Men, thy fharpest Scourge, Who, fill'd with earthly Stores, afpire 3 Their Race is num'rous, that partake Their Heirs furvive, to whom they may 4 But I, in Uprightness, thy Face I And, waking, fhail its Image find Νο PSALM XVIII. O Change of Times fhall ever shock my firm Affection, Lord, to thee; For thou haft always been a Rock, a Fortrefs and Defence to me. 2 Thou my Deliv'rer art, my God; my Truft 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 * WHE HEN God arofe to take my Part, the confcious Earth did quake for Fear; From their firm Pofts the Hills did start, nor could his dreadful Fury bear. 2 Thick Clouds of Smoke difpers'd abroad, Enfigns of Wrath before him came; Devouring Fire around him glow'd, 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 fubftantial Night, was, like a fable Carpet, fpread. 4 The Chariot of the King of Kings, and fell in Show'rs of Fire and Hail. 6 Thro' Heav'n's wide Archa thund'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 tharpen'd Arrows round he threw, By By his avenging Wrath expos'd, PSALM I THE XVIII. O. V. HE Lord defcended from above, And underneath his Feet he caft 2 On Cherubs and on Cherubims And on the Wings of mighty Winds I THE 'HE Heav'ns declare thy Glory, Lord, The Firmament and Stars express 2 The Dawn of each returning Day 3 Their pow'rful Language to no Realm or Region is confin'd: 4 'Tis Nature's Voice, and understood alike by all Mankind. Their Doctrine does its facred Senfe 'Thro' Earth's Extent difplay ;. Whose bright Contents the circling Sun does round the World convey.. |