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PSA L M I.
By Sir J. DE NHAM.
LESS'D is the Man, who never treads
2. But makes God's Law his whole Delight,
His Meditation Day and Night. 3. As Trees, when set in even Ranks,
Where living Streams enrich their Banks.
Their Branches fwell’d with quick’ning Juice,
Thus fares not the ungodly Man;
As Chaff from Corn the Wind does fan, 5. Sinners, when Judgment is at hand,
Amongst the Righteous shall not stand.
6. The just Man's Ways to God are known,
Babes newly born, who draw the Breaft,
With Strength thy Pow'r proclaim;
And dost th' Avenger tame.
I raise my humble Thought;
All by thy Finger wrought;
Or those who from him spring ;
Or love so low a Thing?
A Crown adorns his Brow : 6. All Things which else thou didft create,
To his Subjection bow. 7, 8. Their Wealth for Tribute, as his own,
Air, Earth, and Sea present. 9. O Lord, thy Excellence is known
Beyond the World's Extent.
First Part of PSA L M XVIII.
O GOD, my Strength and Fortitude,
Of Force I must love Thee :
In my Necessity.
2. My God, my Rock, in whom I trust,
The Worker of my Wealth:
The Horn of all my Health.
3. When I fing Laud unto the Lord,
Moft worthy to be serv'd:
That I shall be preserv'd.
And bound me every where;
Did put me in great Fear.
Were round about me fet :
A deadly trapping Net.
Did pray to God for Grace;
Out of his holy Place.
He made the Earth to quake ;
Of Bafan for to shake.
When kindled was his Ire;
Of hot consuming Fire.
And bow'd the Heav'ns most high ;
The Darkness of the Sky.
Full royally he rode ;
Come Aying all abroad.
Part of P SALM XIX:
Parapbras'd by Mr. ADDISON.
Soon as the Ev’ning Shades prevail,