5 6 On thee, my gracious God, I wait To learn, and keep thy way. God, who is juft and good, Who him in truth obey. 7 Give me the tender heart, That mixes fear with love; And lead me thro' whatever path 8 Oh ever keep my foul 2 From error, fhame, and guilt; Nor fuffer the fair hope to fail, Which on thy truth is built. LIV. PSALM XXV. Short Met. WATTS. Supplication of Pardon and Direction. FR ROM the first dawning light, Oh grant me all thy grace, 3 The Lord is good and kind, And 4 I 2 3 4 And every humble finner find For his own goodness' fake LV. PSALM XXV. Short Met. WATTS. W Divine Inftruction. WHERE fhall the man be found, That fears t' offend his God; That loves the gospel's joyful found, And trembles at the rod ? The Lord fhall make him know The wonders of his covenant show, And all his love impart. The dealings of his hand Are grace and mercy ftill, With fuch as to his covenant stand, Their fouls fhall dwell at ease Before their Maker's face ; And theirs be all the promises LVI. PSALM XXVII. Com. Met. WATTS. Religious Converfe our Delight and Safety. HE Lord of glory is my light, ΤΗ God God is my ftrength; nor will I fear 2 One privilege my heart defires; Within the churches of thy faints, 3 There fhall I offer my requests, LVII. PSALM XXVIII. Mid. Met. MERRICK. I 2 3 4 The humble Suppliant. NOD, my ftrength, to thee I pray, Gracious to my prayer attend, While the fuppliant knee I bend. Let me not thy judgments know, On thy long experienced aid Give me, Lord, thy love to share, Feed me with a fhepherd's care; Save me from foul fin and shame, LVIII. PSALM XXX. Long Met. WATTS. In Sickness, and impending Death. I 2 3 4 F IRM was my health, my day was bright, "Pleasure and peace fhall ne'er depart." I raised my fuppliant prayer to God. And health and comforts bloom anew. But ne'er fhall life's vain hopes again Whate'er of life fhall hence be trod, LIX. PSALM XXX. Com. Met. STEELE. The fame. I HEE, Lord, my thankful foul would ΤΗ bless, Thee all my powers adore; Thy hand has raised me in distress, 2 Oppreft with fear, oppreft with grief, Thy Thy mercy brought divine relief, 3 Thy mercy chased the shades of death, I 2 3 4 LX. R PSALM XXX. Long Met. Escued from the rude grafp of death, I fhudder at the awful fate entombed; Which o'er my foul in horror gloomed. Offended juftice might have faid, Why cumbereft thou thy Maker's ground? And cut the idle trifler off, As loft to hope, by God difowned. If mercy did the fate fufpend Regained to hope, ne'er may I meet Whate'er of life may yet remain. LXI. PSALM XXXI. C. M. DODDRIDGE. The exceeding Goodness of God to his Servants invites to all Goodness in return. I Ο UR fouls with pleafing wonder view How |