2 The vile falacious hypocrites
Poffefs the hearts of wolves and bears;
And yet their countenance invites,
As if the hearts of lambs were theirs:
They foftly fpeak, and softly smile,
And foftly ev'ry thing they do,
Yet meditating all the while
The deadly plots they have in view.
Their words and ways are all reverse;
The very faints of God they feem;
And yet their tongues like daggers pierce,
Their hearts with adders poifon teem.
But will not God confound their tongues,
With bold, audacious, boafting pride,
Who turn his threats to mirthful fongs,
And fcoffingly his name deride?
4 We'll glory in our lips, fay they,
We'll triumph in our tongues deceit,
And hold them all a lawful prey
We catch in our entangling net :
We are our own, and all is ours
We feize upon by any means;
And what we feize our mouth devours:
God will not blame, our fancy weens
5 But for the poor opprefs'd, who groan,
Haraffed by the lawless fword,
T'avenge their injuries anon,
Lo! God hath pledg'd his faithful word.
6 The word of God may well compofe
The most afflicted anxious mind;
His word alone no alloy knows,
Like filver perfectly refin❜d.
Jehovah will his children fave
By his pure everlasting word;
With which their foes they well may brave,
As with a fharp two-edged fword.
8 The wicked walk on ev'ry fide,
And flatt'ry fills the circle round,
The vileft men triumphant ride,
And occupy ufurped ground;
When, lo, Meffiah,, in his strength,
Shall break upon them like the fun,
And fhine away thofe clouds at length,
Which fwiftly from his prefence run→
Thou Sun of righteousness, arife,
Arife with healing in thy wings,
And chafe away thine enemies,
And reign for ever, King of Kings!
PSALM XIII.
CONSULT the text and the parallels.
Meffiah, mourning heavily,
Compreffed with the grievous load
Of our transferr'd iniquity,
Pours out his heart before his God;
He pleads the glory of his name,
How fullied would the fame appear,
If th' enemy fhould work his fhame
Then fings of God's falvation dear.
How long, Jehovah, wilt thou leave
My foul before thee thus to grieve?
How long thall forrow me bereave?
And wilt not thou my foul relieve?
2 How long shall I confult my foul,
And look upon my running fore,
And with in vain to be made whole,
And only on mine anguish pore?
O wilt thou ftill forget me, Lord,
And only hide thy face from me?
Is this according to thy word?
According to thy own decree?
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How long fhall my exalted foe, Triumphing, revel in my blood? And fhall the Lord, my God, not know, Till I am fwallow'd in this flood?. 3 Confider, Lord, and hear my groans; O Lord, my God, enlighten me, Left thou in death fhall hear my moans For ev'n in death I'll moan to thee. 4 Let not mine enemy prevail;
For fee how proudly, Lord, he boasts,
That all my tears fhall nought avail,
Though fhed before the Lord of hosts!
If he prevail against my foul,
And in the tumult o'er me fwell,
Who fhall the troubles then confole
Of him whom thou doft love fo well?
But I have trufted in thy love:
Thy love fhall never make me 'fham'd Nor fhall thy fweet falvation move,
Salvation which my foul has claim'd. 6 To thee, Jehovah, I will fing;
And all thy faints fhall fing with mes
For thou haft made Meffiah king;
And he makes all his fubjects free:
Meffiah's fubjects fhall rejoice,
And lift aloud the voice of praise;
For God hath fill'd him with his joys,
And he fhall 'ftablish all their ways..
PSALM XIV.
CONSULT the text and parallels.
The fons of men, gone all aftray
From God the Lord, have left the way
That leads to peace and happines,
And turn'd to those of foolishness:
Except they fhall repent, they die
In fin, and perifh utterly;
But thofe who in Messiah truft,
Shall fhine for ever with the juft.
THE fool hath made a foolish boaft,
And foolishly his foul hath loft;
He faid in's heart, There is no God;
Till, chaftis'd by his iron-rod,
He found there was a God indeed;
But, ah! too late his heart did bleed,
When fierce avenging wrath took place,
In terror to the faithlefs race.
2 They are corrupt, their works are vile,
And all their doings breathe of guile:
This was the verdict from on high,
When God the Lord did well espy,
And searched ev'ry son of man,
To fee if there was e'er a one
That had a title to be wife,
To claim of God the heav'nly prize,
3 They, ev'ry one, have disappear'd,
No bold ambitious head is rear'd;
There is not one, on all the field,
That boafts to handle spear or shield,
To ftand in caufe of God the Lord,
And move according to his word:
All, fhamefully to rebels turn'd!
Away from him are sternly spurn'd.-
4 Have they no knowledge, none at all,
Who fcorn before the Lord to fall;
But fiercely eat my people up,
And glory on their blood to fup?
Away with them!their blood thall flow,
Who know not mercy how to fhow;
But they fhall know that I am God,
When in my fury they are trod.
5 Then they shall fear a grievous fear,
And fhed in hell a fruitlefs tear;
But then my faints for ever fhine,
In their own fphere, their fphere divine:
For I in them, and they in me,
Shall all my royal glory fee;
My royal glory all is theirs:
They are my joyful fons and heirs.
6 O wherefore then would you afhame
Thofe who my patronage do claim?
What father will deny his fons?
Or will the Lord his chofen ones?
Have I beftow'd my Chrift indeed,
Mine only Son, for them to bleed;
And fhall I now withhold the grace-
He purchas'd for mine elect race?
7 Now fhall the Saviour quickly come,
To bring mine elect Ifrael home:
Let Zion's daughter now rejoice,
And Judah fing aloud her joys;
Jehovah brings his people back,
Jehovah's word is never flack;
Let my redeemed captives fings
Their own Melliah is their King.
In this Pfalm, under the notion of a fojourner in Jehovah's tabernacle, and a dweller in his holy hill, who fhall never be moved, is defcribed, pofitively and negatively, the perfect character and righteoufnefs of the Mefiah, the Shepherd of Ifrael, who entered into heaven with his own blood, the Forerunner of all his flock, having thereby, according to the condition of the law, obtained for them eternal redemption: for only the man who doth these things shall inkerit eternal life, as the
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