The Righteous and the Wicked.
1 HAPPY the man, whose cautious feet
Shun the broad way, where sinners go;
Who hates the place where atheists meet,
And fears to talk as scoffers do ;-
2 Who loves t' employ his morning light
Among the statutes of the Lord;
And spends the wakeful hours of night,
With pleasure pondering o'er the word.
f> 3 He, like a plant by gentle streams,
Shall flourish in immortal green;
And heaven will shine, with kindest beams,
On every work his hands begin.
4 But sinners find their counsels crossed;-
As chaff before the tempest flies,
So shall their hopes be blown and lost,
When the last trumpet shakes the skies.
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.
mf 3 He, like a plant of generous kind,
By living waters set,
Safe from the storm and blasting wind,
Enjoys a peaceful state.
mf 4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair,
Shall his profession shine;
While fruits of holiness appear,
Like clusters on the vine.
P 5 Not so the impious and unjust :-
What vain designs they form!
Their hopes are blown away like dust,
Or chaff, before the storm.
6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand
Among the sons of grace
When Christ, the Judge, at his right hand
Appoints his saints a place.
THIRD PART. S. M. Bladenburg.
1 THE man is ever blest,
Who shuns the sinner's ways;
Among their councils never stands,
Nor takes the scorner's place :-
2 But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amidst the labors of the day,
And watches of the night.
mf 3 He, like a tree, shall thrive,
With waters near the root;
Fresh as the leaf, his name shall live ;
His works are heavenly fruit.
4 Not so th' ungodly race;
They no such blessings find:
Their hopes shall flee like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.
1 OH how blest the man, whose ear
Impious counsel shuns to hear;
Who nor loves nor treads the way,
Where the sons of folly stray:-
2 But, impressed with sacred awe,
Meditates, great God, thy law:
This by day his fixed employ,
This by night his constant joy.
3 Like the tree, that's taught to grow
Where the streams refreshing flow,
He his fruitful branch shall spread,
Prosperous, he no leaf shall shed.
4 See, ah! see, a different fate
God's obdurate foes await!
See them, to his wrath consigned,
Fly like chaff before the wind.
5 When thy Judge, O earth, shall come,
And to each assign his doom ;-
Say, shall then the impious band
With the just assembled stand?
6 These, th' Almighty, these alone,
Objects of his love shall own;-
While his vengeance who defy,
Whelmed in endless ruin lie.
Christ exalted and his Enemies warned.
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?
2 The Lord, who sits above the skies,
Derides their rage below;
He speaks, with vengeance in his eyes,
And strikes their spirits through.
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."
4 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,
Obey the anointed Lord;
Adore the King of he
And tremble at his word.
1 ATTEND, O earth, when God declares
His uncontrolled decree :-
"Thou art my Son-this day, my heir,
"Have I begotten thee.
2 "Ask-and receive thy full demands-
"Thine shall the heathen be;
"The utmost limits of the lands
"Shall be possessed by thee."
3 Learn, then, ye princes-and give ear,
Ye judges of the earth;
Worship the Lord with holy fear,
Rejoice with awful mirth.
THIRD PART. S. M.
1 THE Lord ascends on high,
And asks to rule the earth;
The merit of his blood he pleads,
And pleads his heavenly birth.
2 He asks and God bestows
A large inheritance:
Far as the world's remotest ends,
His kingdom shall advance.
3 The nations that rebel
Must feel his iron rod:
He'll vindicate those honors well,
Which he received from God.
4 Be wise, ye rulers, now,
And worship at his throne:
With trembling joy, ye people, bow
To God's exalted Son.
5 If once his wrath arise,
Ye perish on the place:
But blessed is the soul that flies
For refuge to his grace.
FOURTH PART. H. M. Murray.
1 JESUS, the Saviour, reigns!
On Zion is his throne:
The Lord's decree sustains
His own begotten Son:
< Up from the grave f And mount the skies,
2 His kingdom is complete,
This day exalts his name:
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