PSALMS.

2 This life's a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere: When shall I wake and find me there?

30 glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near and like my God; And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of my soul.

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise,

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( PSALM 18.)

L. M.

Rejoicing in God.

JUST JST are Thy ways, and true Thy word, Great rock of my secure abode: Who is a God beside the Lord? Or where's a refuge like our God?

2' Tis He that girds me with His might, Gives me His holy sword to wield: And while with sin and hell I fight, Spreads His salvation for my shield.

3 He lives, and blessed be my rock; The God of my salvation lives: The dark designs of hell are broke; Sweet is the peace my Father gives.

4 Before the scoffers of the age

I will exalt my Father's name, Nor tremble at their mighty rage, But meet reproach, and bear the shame.

5 To David and his royal seed

Thy grace for ever shall extend; Thy love to saints in Christ, their Head, Knows not a limit, nor an end.

dr

WATTS.