5 Fear him, ye saints; and you will then Have nothing else to fear:
Make you his service your delight; He'll make your wants his care.
PSALM 34. Second Part. L. M.
Saints are under the protection of God.
Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue; My soul shall glory in thy grace; While saints rejoice to hear the song. 2 Come, magnify the Lord with me; Come, let us all exalt his name: I sought th' eternal God, and he* Has not expos'd my hope to shame. 3 I told him all my secret grief; My secret groaning reach'd his ears: He gave my inward pains relief, And calm'd the tumults of my fears. 4 To him the poor lift up their eyes, Their faces feel the heav'nly beam; A beam of mercy, from the skies, Fills them with light and joy supreme. 5 His holy angels pitch their tents
Around the men, that serve the Lord: O! fear, and love him, all his saints; Taste of his grace, and trust his word. 6 The wild young lions, pinch'd with pain And hunger, roar thro' all the wood; But none shall seek the Lord in vain, Nor want supplies of real good.
HILDREN in years and knowledge young,
Your parents' hope, your parents' joy, Attend the counsels of my tongue: Let pious thoughts your minds employ. 2 If you desire a length of days,
And peace to crown your mortal state, Restrain your feet from impious ways, Your lips from slander and deceit. 3 The eyes of God regard his saints; His ears are open to their cries: He sets his frowning face against The sons of violence and lies.
4 To humble souls and broken hearts, God with his grace is ever nigh: Pardon and hope his love imparts, When men in deep contrition lie.
5 He tells their tears, he counts their groans; His Son redeems their souls from death: His Spirit heals their broken bones; While they in praise employ their breath.
PSALM 34. Fourth Part. C. M.
THE Lord forever guards the just, His ears attend their cry:
When broken spirits dwell in dust, The God of grace is nigh.
2 What tho' the sorrows, here they taste, Be sharp and tedious too;
The Lord, who saves his saints at last, Is their supporter now.
3 Evil shall smite the wicked dead; But God secures his own; Prevents the mischief when they slide, Or heals the broken bone...
4 When desolation, like a flood, O'er the proud sinner rolls: Saints find a refuge in their God: For he redeems their souls.
PSALM 35. First Part.
Imprecations mixed with charity.
OW plead my cause, Almighty God, With all the sons of strife;
And fight against the men of blood, Who fight against my life.
2 Draw out thy spear, and stop their way; Lift thine avenging rod;
But, to my soul in mercy say,
"I am thy Saviour God."
3 They plant their snares to catch my feet, And nets of mischief spread: Plunge the destroyers in the pit, That their own hands have made.
4 Let fogs and darkness hide their way; And slipp'ry be their ground:
Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey, And all their rage confound.
5 They fly, like chaff before the wind, Before thine angry breath:
The angel of the Lord behind Pursues them down to death.
6 They love the road, that leads to hell: Then must the rebels die, Whose malice is implacable Against the Lord on high.
7 But if thou hast a chosen few Amongst that impious race; Divide them from the bloody crew By thy surprising grace.
8 Then will I raise my tuneful voice, To make thy wonders known; In their salvation I'll rejoice, And bless thee for my own. PSALM 35. Second Part.
The love of Christ typified in David.
EHOLD the love, the gen'rous love That holy David shows!
Mark how his tender bowels move,
For his afflicted foes!
2 When they are sick, his soul complains And seems to feel the smart; The spirit of the gospel reigns, And melts his pious heart.
3 How did his flowing tears condole As for a brother dead! And fasting mortified his soul, While for their life he pray'd.
4 They groan'd and curs'd him on their bed; Yet still he pleads and mourns: And double blessings on his head The righteous God returns.
5 O glorious type of heav'nly grace! Thus Christ the Lord appears;
While sinners curse, the Saviour prays, And pities them with tears.
6 He, the true David, Israel's king, Blest and belov❜d of God,
To save us rebels, dead in sin, Paid his own dearest blood.
First Part.
Atheism exposed.
HEN man grows bold in sin, My heart within
me cries, "He hath no faith of God within, “Nor fear before his eyes.”
2 He walks awhile conceal'd In a self-flatt'ring dream; "Till his dark crimes, at once reveal'd, Expose his hateful name.
3 His heart is false and foul,
His words are smooth and fair: Wisdom is banish'd from his soul, And leaves no goodness there. 4 He plots upon his bed
New mischiefs to fulfil:
He sets his heart, his hand and head, To practise all that's ill.
5 But there's a dreadful God, Tho' men renounce his fear: His justice, hid behind the cloud, Shall one great day appear.
6 His truth transcends the sky; In heav'n his mercies dwell; Deep as the sea his judgments lie; His anger burns to hell.
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