PSALM XVIII. O LORD, thy mercy, my sure hope, Thy justice like the hills remains, Since of thy goodness all partake, D PSALM XIX. Part First. FRET not thyself at wicked men, Nor envious be at all the wealth For, as the tender grass is cut, But put thy trust in God, the Lord, So shalt thou blessed be on earth, And plenty in it find. PSALM XIX. Part Second. THE Lord the just man's way doth guide,. The just man, though he fall, shall not Because the Lord, with his own hand, I have been young, and now am old, The just forlorn, or void of hope, PSALM XX. LORD, teach me so to count the years How short my term may last! Lord, thou hast measur'd out my days, Man passeth like a shade, in vain In heaping wealth, and cannot sce PSALM XXI, HAPPY the man whose tender care If he, in languishing estate, Secure of this, to thee, my God, 56 Lord, for thy mercy heal my soul, |