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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,
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 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 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,
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:
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.