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

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shall

pour.

9 The righteous LORD will righteous deeds

With signal favour grace;
And to the upright map disclose

The brightness of His face.

Psalm IX.

The true Worshipper of God. i 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 ;

A 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.

i 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?

I shall be near,

3 O glorious hour! O blest abode!

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 watry 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, Not 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.