4 They moft in all thy Blifs fhall fhare,
Whofe Hearts can love Thee moft ;
O could I vie* in Ardor here.
With all th' Angelic Hoft.

* Endeavour to equal.

XXXVIII. The Days of the Upright known to GOD, and their everlafting Inheritance. Pfal. xxxvii. 18.

1 To Thee, my GOD, my Days are known;
My Soul enjoys the Thought;

My Actions all before thy Face,
Nor are my Faults forgot.

2 Each fecret Breath Devotion vents
Is vocal to thine Ear;

3

And all my Walks of daily Life
Before thine Eye appear.

The vacant Hour, the active Scene,
Thy Mercy shall

approve;

And ev'ry Pang of Sympathy,

And ev'ry Care of Love.

4 Each golden Hour of beaming Light
Is guided by thy Rays;

And dark Affliction's Midnight Gloom
A present GOD surveys.

5 Full in thy View thro' Life I pass,
And in thy View I die;

And, when each mortal Bond is broke,
Shall find my GOD is nigh.

6 Strip'd of its little earthly All,
My Soul in Smiles shall go ;..

C 5

And

And in an heav'nly Heritage

Its Father's Bounty know.

XXXIX. Our Defire and Groaning before GOD, when proceeding from the greatest Distress. Pfal. xxxviii.

9, 10.

1 MY Soul, the awful Hour will come,
Apace it paffeth on,

To bear this Body to the Tomb,
And thee to Scenes unknown.

2 My Heart, long lab'ring with its Woes,,

3

Shall pant and fink

away;

And you, my Eye-lids, foon fhall clofe

On the last glim❜ring Ray.

Whence in that Hour fhall I receive

A Cordial for my Pain,

When, if Earth's Monarchs were my Friends,

Those Friends would weep in vain ?

4 Great King of Nature, and of Grace,
To Thee my Spirit flies,

And opens all its deep Diftrefs
Before thy pitying Eyes.

5 All its Defires to Thee are known,.
And ev'ry fecret Fear,

The meaning of each broken Groan,
Well-notic'd by thine Ear.

6 O fix me by that mighty Pow'r,

Which to fuch Love belongs,

Where Darkness veils the Eyes no more,
And Groans are chang'd to Songs.

XL. GOD magnified by these that love his Salvation. Pfalm xl. 16.

1 GOD of Salvation, we adore

Thy faving Love, thy faving Pow'r;
And to our utmoft Stretch of Thought
Hail the Redemption Thou haft wrought.
2 We love the Stroke, that breaks our Chain,
The Sword, by which our Sins are flain :
And, while abas'd in Duft we bow,
We fing the Grace, that lays us low.

3 Perish each Thought of human Pride
Let God alone be magnified:

His Glory let the Heav'ns refound,
Shouted from Earth's remotest Bound.

4 Saints, who his full Salvation know,
Saints, who but tafte it here below,
Join ev'ry Angel's Voice to raise
Continu'd, never-ending Praise.

XLI. The Triumph of CHRIST in the Caufe of Truth, Meekness, and Righteoufnefs. Pfalm xlv. 3, 4.

LOUD to the Prince of Heav'n

Your chearful Voices raife;

To Him your Vows be giv'n,
And fill his Courts with Praife.

With conscious Worth

All clad in Arms,

All bright in Charms,
He fallies forth.

2 Gird on thy conqu❜ring Sword,
Afcend thy fhining Car *,
And march, Almighty LORD,
To wage thy holy War.
Before his Wheels,

In glad Surprize,
Ye Vallies rife,

And fink, ye Hills.

3 Fair Truth, and smiling Love,
And injur'd Righteousness
In thy Retinue move,

And feek from Thee Redress:
Thou in their Caufe

Shalt profp'rous ride,
And far and wide
Difpenfe thy Laws.

4. Before thine awful Face
Millions of Foes fhall fall,
The Captives of thy Grace,
That Grace which conquers all.
The World fhall know,

Great King of Kings,
What wond'rous Things
Thine Arm can do.

5 Here to my willing Soul
Bend thy triumphant Way;
Here ev'ry Foe controul,
And all thy Pow'r display.

My Heart, thy Throne,,
Bleft Jefus fee,

Bows low to Thee,

To Thee alone.

* Chariot.

XLII.

XLII. Quietness under Affliction, a proper Acknowledgment of GOD. Pfalm xlvi. 10.

1 PEACE, 'tis the Lord JEHOVAH's Hand, That blasts our Joys in Death;

Changes the Vifage once fo dear,
And gathers back our Breath.
2 "Tis He, the Potentate fupreme
Of all the Worlds above,

Whofe fteady Counfels wifely rule,
Nor from their Purpose move.

3 'Tis He, whofe Juftice might demand
Our Souls a Sacrifice;
Yet, fcatters with unwearied Hand
A thousand rich Supplies.

4 Our Cov❜nant-GoD and Father He
In Chrift our bleeding LORD;
Whofe Grace can heal the bursting Heart
With one reviving Word.

5 Fair Garlands of immortal Bliss
He weaves for ev'ry Brow;
And fhall tumultuous Paffions rife,.
If He correct us now?

6 Silent I own JEHOVAH'S Name;
I kifs thy fcourging Hand;

And yield my Comforts, and my Life:
To thy fupreme Command.