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7 If GOD the righteous, whom He loves,
For trial doth correct;
What must the sons of violence,
Whom He abhors, expect?

8 Snares, fire, and brimstone, on their heads
Shall in one tempest show'r;
This dreadful mixture His revenge
Into their cup shall pour.

9 The righteous LORD will righteous deeds
With signal favour grace;
And to the upright man disclose
The brightness of His face.

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1 LORD! who shall think the place to bear

Thy matchless glories fill?

LORD! who, to make his dwelling there,
Ascend Thy holy hill?-

2 No evil heart, no sland'rous tongue,
Shall entrance there obtain ;

Nor he who dares his neighbour wrong,
Or seeks unlawful gain.

3 'Tis he who, if he act or speak,
Sets GOD before his eyes;

Contemns the vile, defends the weak,
And mercy ne'er denies :

4 To whom the saints are truly dear;
Whose promise truth defenás;
And who, in all his works sincere,
For grace on GOD depends.

5 This is the man who needs not fear
The place Thy glories fill:
He shall with CHRIST, his life, appear,
And dwell on Zion's hill.

Psalm XVII.

Vanity of the world.-Prospect of a happy resurrection.

1 WHAT sinners value I resign:
LORD, 'tis enough that Thou art mine:
I shall behold Thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.

2 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere :
When shall I wake, and find me there?

3 O glorious hour! O blest,abode!
I shall be near, and like my GOD!

And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains, with sweet surprise,
And in my SAVIOUR'S image rise.

Psalm XVIII.

Grandeur of the Divine Interposition,

1 WHEN GOD arose my part to take,
The conscious earth was struck with fear;
The hills did at His presence shake,
Nor could His dreadful fury bear.

2 Thick clouds of smoke dispers'd abroad,
Ensigns of wrath, before Him came;
Devouring fire around Him glow'd,

That coals were kindled at it's flame.

3 He left the beauteous realms of light,
Whilst Heav'n bow'd down it's awful head;
Beneath His feet substantial night
Was, like a sable 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 flew.

5 Black wat❜ry mists and clouds conspir'd
With thickest shades His face to veil;
But at His brightness soon retir'd,

And fell in show'rs of fire and hail.

6 Through Heav'n's wide arch a thund'ring peal,
GOD's angry voice, did loudly roar;
While earth's sad 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 lightnings flew,
And quickly finish'd their defeat.

8 The deep it's secret stores disclos'd,
The world's foundations naked lay,
By His avenging wrath expos'd,
Which fiercely rag'd that dreadful day.

Psalm XVIII.

God our Refuge and Deliverer.

1 JUST are Thy ways, and true Thy Word, Great Rock of my secure abode : Who is a GOD beside the LORD?

Or where's a refuge like our GOD?

2 'Tis He that girds me with His might,
Gives me His holy sword to wield;
And while with sin and hell I fight,
Spreads His salvation for my shield.

3 He lives! (and blessed be my Rock!)
The GOD of my salvation lives!
The dark designs of Hell are broke:
Sweet is the peace my FATHER gives,

4 Before the scoffers of the age,

I will exalt my FATHER'S name, Nor tremble at their mighty rage,

But meet reproach, and bear the shame.

5 To David and his royal seed

Thy grace for ever shall extend; Thy love to saints, in CHRIST their head, Knows not a limit nor an end.

Psalm XIX.

Instruction derivable from creation.

1 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim:

2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's pow'r display;
And publishes to ev'ry land,
The work of an Almighty hand.

3 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth;

4 While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

5 What-though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball! What-though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found!

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
The hand that made us is Divine.

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