That to thy facred Word I might
entire Obedience pay.

6 I have not from thy Judgments stray'd,
by vain Defires mifled;
For, Lord, thou haft inftructed me
thy righteous Paths to tread.

7 How (weet are all thy Words to me!
O what divine Repaft!

How much more grateful to my Soul,
than Honey to my Tafte!

8 Taught by thy facred Precepts, I
with heav'nly Skill am bleft;

Thro' which the treach'rous Ways of Sin
I utterly deteft.

PSALM CXXV.

I WHO place on Sion's God their Trust,

like Sion's Rock shall stand;

Like her immoveable be fixt

by his almighty Hand.

2 Look how the Hills on ev'ry Side Jerufalem inclofe:

3

So ftands the Lord around his Saints,
to guard them from their Foes.
The Wicked may afflict the Juft,
but ne'er too long oppres;
Nor force him by Defpair to feek

bafe Means for his Redress.

4 Be good, O righteous God, to those who righteous Deeds affect;

The Heart that Innocence retains, let Innocence protect.

I

5 All thofe who walk in crooked Paths,
the Lord thall foon destroy;

Cut off th' Unjuft, but crown the Saints
with lafting Peace and Joy.

THE

HE Man is bleft who fears the Lord;
nor only Worship pays,

But keeps his steps confin'd with Care
to his appointed Ways.

2 He shall upon the fweet Returns
of his own Labour feed :

Without Dependance live, and fee his Wishes all fucceed.

3 His Wife, like a fair fertile Vine, her lovely Fruit fhail bring;

His Children, like young Olive-Plants, about his Table fpring.

4 Who fears the Lord fhail profper thus;
him Sion's God fhall blefs;

And grant him all his Days to fee
Jerufalem's Succefs.

5 He fhall live on, 'till Heirs from him
defcend with vaft Increafe;

Much bleft in his own profp'rous State, and more in Ifr'el's Peace.

Lord, I am not proud of Heart,
nor caft a scornful Eye;

Nor my afpiring Thoughts employ
in Things for me too high.

2 With Infant-Innocence thou know'ft
I have myself demean'd;
Compos'd to Quiet, like a Babe
that from the Breaft is wean'd.
3 Like me let Ifr'el hope in God,
his Aid alone implore:

Both now and ever truft in him,
who lives for evermore.

PSALM

CXXXIII. O. V.

I What a happy Thing it is,
and joyful for to fee,

Brethren to dwell together in
Friendship and Unity.

2 It's like the precious Ointment, that
was pour'd on Aaron's Head;
Which from his Beard down to the Skirts
of his rich Garments spread.

3 And as the lower Ground doth drink the Dew of Hermon Hill;

4

And Sion with his filver Drops

the Fields with Fruit doth fill:

Ev'n fo the Lord doth pour on them his Bleffings manifold:

Whole Hearts and Minds fincerely do this Knot faft keep and hold.

PSALM CXXXIV.

BLESS God, ye Servants, that attend
upon his folemn State;

That

That in his Temple, Night by Night, with humble Rev'rence wait. 2 Within his Houfe lift up your Hands, and bless his holy Name;

From Sion blefs thy Ifr'el, Lord,

who Heav'n and Earth didft frame.
PSALM CXXXV.

Praise the Lord with one Confent,
and magnify his Name;

Let all the Servants of the Lord
his worthy Praife proclaim.
2 Praise him all ye that in his House
attend with conftant Care;

With those that to his utmoft Courts, with humble Zeal repair.

3 For this our truest Int'rest is,

glad Hymns of Praise to fing;

And with loud Songs to blefs his Name, a most delightful Thing.

PSALM CXXXVI.

O God the mighty Lord,
Your joyful Thanks repeat;

To him due Praise afford,
As good as he is great:

For God does prove
Our conftant Friend;

His boundless Love
Shall never end.

2 To him whofe wond'rous Pow'r

All other Gods obey,

Whom

Whom earthly Kings adore,
This grateful Homage pay:
For God, &c.

3 By his almighty Hand
Amazing Works are wrought;
The Heav'ns by his Command,
Were to Perfection brought:
For God, &c

4 He fpread the Ocean round
About the spacious Land;
And made the rifing Ground
Above the Waters stand:
For God, &c.

5 Thro' Heav'n he did difplay
His num'rous Hosts of Light;
The Sun to rule by Day,
The Moon and Stars by Night:
For God, &c.

6 He does the Food fupply
On which all Creatures live;
To God who reigns on high,
Eternal Praifes give:

For God will prove
Our conftant Friend;

His boundles, Love
Shall never end.

PSALM

CXXXIX.

I THOU, Lord,by ftrictest Search haftknown
My rifing-up and lying-down;

My fecret Thoughts are known to thee,
Known long before conceiv'd by me.

2 Thine