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FIRST FART C. M.-Dunchurch.

Way and end of the righteous and the wicked.

1 BLEST is the man who shuns the place
Where sinners love to meet;

Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the scoffer's seat:

2 But in the statutes of the Lord
Has placed his chief delight;

By day he reads or hears the word,
And meditates by night.

3 He, like a plant of gen'rous kind,
By living waters set,

Safe from the storm and blasting wind,
Enjoys a peaceful state.

4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair,
Shall his profession shine;
While fruits of holiness appear,
Like clusters on the vine.

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ex 5 Not so the impious and unjust ;
What vain designs they form!
Their hopes are blown away like dust,
Or chaff before the storm.

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6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand
Among the sons of grace,

When Christ the Judge at his right hand
Appoints his saints their place.

p 7 His eye beholds the path they tread,
His heart approves it well;

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SECOND PART. L. M.-Uxbridge.
Way of the righteous and the wicked.

vi 1 HAPPY the man whose cautious feet
Shun the broad way that sinners go,
Who hates the place where Atheists meet,
And fears to talk as scoffers do.

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2 He loves t' employ his morning light
Among the statutes of the Lord;
And spends the wakeful hours of night,
Pleased with the wonders of his word.
3 He, like a plant by gentle streams,
Shall flourish in immortal green;
And heaven will shine with mildest beams
On every work his hands begin.

4 But sinners find their counsels cross'd;
As chaff before the tempest flies,
So shall their hopes be blown and lost,
When the last trumpet shakes the skies.

THIRD PART. L. M.-Park-street.
Same subject.

1 THRICE happy he who shuns the way
That leads ungodly men astray;

Who fears to stand where sinners meet,
Nor with the scorner takes his seat.

2 The law of God is his delight;
That cloud by day, that fire by night,
Shall be his comfort in distress,

And guide him through life's wilderness.
3 His works shall prosper: he shall be
A fruitful, fair, unwith'ring tree,

That, planted where the river flows,
Nor drought, nor frost, nor mildew knows.

f 4 Not so the wicked; they are cast

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Like chaff upon the whirlwind's blast:
In judgment they shall quake for dread,
Nor with the righteous lift their head.
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FOURTH PART. S. M.-Watchman.
Same subject.

1 THE man is ever blest

Who shuns the sinners' ways,
Among their councils never stands,
Nor takes the scorner's place.

2 But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amid the labors of the day,
And watches of the night.

cr 3 He, like a tree shall thrive,
With waters near the root:

Fresh as the leaf his name shall live,
His works as heavenly fruit.

ex 4 Not so th' ungodly race,

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They no such blessings find;

Their hopes shall flee like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.

ag 5 How will they bear to stand

Before that judgment-seat,

Where all the saints at Christ's right hand
In full assembly meet?

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The way the righteous go:

But sinners and their works shall meet
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FIRST PART. C. M.-Peterborough.
Fruitless opposition to the reign of Christ.

1 WHY did the nations join to slay
The Lord's anointed Son?
Why did they cast his laws away,
And tread his gospel down?

f 2 The Lord that sits above the skies
Derides their rage below;

He speaks, and terror and surprise
Will strike their spirits through.

di 3 "I call him my eternal Son,

And raise him from the dead;
I make my holy hill his throne,
And wide his kingdom spread."
ex 4 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,
Obey th' anointed Lord,
Adore the king of heavenly birth,
And tremble at his word.

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p 5 With humble love address his throne; For if he frown, ye die :

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Those are secure, and those alone,
Who on his grace rely.

SECOND PART. 8. M.-Clapton.

Christ triumphs and fills his mediatorial throne.

11 1 WHY did the Gentiles rage,

And Jews, with one accord,
Bend all their counsels to destroy
Th' Anointed of the Lord?

2 Rulers and kings agree

To form a vain design;

Against the Lord their powers unite,
Against his Christ they join.

f 3 The Lord derides their rage,

And will support his throne

He that hath raised him from the dead
Hath own'd him for his Son.

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11 4 Christ has ascended high,
To rule the subject earth;
The merit of his blood he pleads,
And pleads his heavenly birth.

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5 He asks, and God bestows
A large inheritance;

Far as the world's remotest ends
His kingdom shall advance.

ex 6 The nations that rebel

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Must feel his iron rod:

He'll vindicate those honors well,
That he received from God.

7 Be wise, ye rulers, now,

And worship at his throne;

With trembling joy, ye people, bow
To God's exalted Son.

THIRD PART. L. M.-Sterling.

Exhortation to rulers.

1 NOW ye that boast of earthly power,
Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb;
Bow at his footstool and adore;

Rejoice and tremble at his name.

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2 For God, who high in glory reigns,

Laughs at your pride, your rage controls;
His power can fill your hearts with pains,
And speak in thunders to your souls.

3 With humble love address the Son,
Lest he be angry, and ye die;
His wrath will burn to worlds unknown,
If ye provoke his jealousy.

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His storms may drive you quick to hell;
He is a God, and ye but dust:
Happy the men who know him well,
And make his grace their only trust.

FIRST PART. C. M.-Windsor.

God our defence.

aff 1 MY God, how many are my fears! How fast my foes increase! Conspiring my eternal death,

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They break my present peace.

2 The subtle tempter would persuade
There's no relief in heaven,

That all my swelling sins are now
Too big to be forgiven.

3 But thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread;

Shalt silence all my threat'ning guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

4 I cried, and from his holy hill
He bow'd a list'ning ear;

I call'd my Father, and my God,
And he subdued my fear.

5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes;

I woke, and wonder'd at the grace
That guarded my repose.

f 6 What though the hosts of death and hell All arm'd, against me stood :

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Terrors no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.