With Joy triumphant fhall they move LX. Praife for Recovery from Sickness. Pfalm cxviii. 18, 19. I SOVEREIGN of Life, I own thy Hand And, while I fmart beneath thy Rod," 2 To Thee in my Diftrefs I cried, 3 Unfold, ye Gates of Righteoufnefs, 4 Praife to the LORD, whofe gentle Hand 5 My GOD, in thine appointed Hour Where Pain and Sin, and Fear and Death 6 There, while the Nations of the Blefs'd My Anthems to deliv'ring Grace LXI. Regard to Scripture prefed upon young Perfons, that they may cleanfe their Way. Plalm cxix. 9. I INDULGENT GOD, with pitying Eye And fee how youthful Sinners fport 2 Ten thousand Dangers lurk around 3 Each in an Hour may plunge them down, Reduce, O LORD, their wand'ring Minds, That heav'nly Wisdom may dispel, 4 With holy Caution may they walk, LXII. Defires of being quickened by the Word of GOD. Pfalm cxix. 25. IWITH Pity, LORD, thy Servant view, As in the Duft I lie, Nor, while I raise my plaintive * Voice, 2 Fain would I mount on Eagles Wings, * Mournful. But But cumb'rous Burdens drag me down 3 Thy quick'ning Energy diffufe 4 Thy living Word has Wonders wrought; 5 And pour fresh Vigour thro' my Soul, From Thee, Great ever-flowing Spring, And chear me to begin thofe Songs, LXIII. Human Perfection no where to be found. 1 PERFECTION! 'Tis an empty Name, 2 Great David on his royal Throne, 3 With all his Mind's capacious Pow'rs, Nor heard it his melodious Voice, D 4 4 From 4 From public to domeftic Scenes 5 At length thy Law, Eternal God, 6 There will I feek Perfection too, LXIV. Beholding Tranfgreffors with Grief. Pfalm I ARISE, my tend'reft Thoughts, arife; In Flames, that no Abatement know, 4 My God, I feel the mournful Scene; And And fain my Pity would reclaim, And fnatch the Fire-brands from the Flame. 5 But feeble my Compaffion proves, LXV. The wandering Sheep recovered. Pfalm cxix. 176. LORD, we have wander'd from the Way; Like foolish Sheep, we have gone aftray; Our pleasant Paftures we have left, And of their Guard our Souls bereft *. 2 Expos'd to Want, expos'd to Harm; Far from our gentle Shepherd's Arm; Nor will these fatal Wand'rings ceafe, Till Thou reveal the Paths of Peace. 3 O feek thy thoughtless Servants, Lord, LXVI. The weeping Seed-time, and joyful Harvest. Pfalm cxxvi. 5, 6. I THE 'HE darken'd Sky, how thick it lours! Troubled with Storms, and big with No chearful Gleam of Light appears, [Show'rs; But Nature pours forth all her Tears. D 5 2 Yet |