2 Yet if my God prolong my breath The saints may profit by't; The saints, the glory of the earth, The men of my delight. 3 Let heathens to their idols haste, And worship wood or stone; But my delightful lot is cast Where the true God is known. 4 His hand provides my constant food, He fills my daily cup; Much am I pleas'd with present good, But more rejoice in hope. 5 God is my portion and my joy, His counsels are my light; He gives me sweet advice by day, And gentle hints by night. 6 My soul would all her thoughts approve To his all-seeing eye; Not death, nor hell my hope shall move, While such a friend is nigh. Psalm 16:5. Second Part. C. M. The death and resurrection of Christ. 1 I Set the Lord before my face, "He bears my courage up; "My heart, and tongue, their joys express, "My flesh shall rest in hope. 2 "My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave "Where souls departed are; "Nor quit my body to the grave "To see corruption there. 3 "Thou wilt reveal the path of life, "And raise me to thy throne; "Thy courts immortal pleasure give, "Thy presence joys unknown." 4 [Thus in the name of Christ, the Lord, The holy David sung, And Providence fulfils the word Of his prophetic tongue. 5 Jesus, whom every saint adores, Was crucify'd and slain; Behold the tomb its prey restores, Behold, he lives again! 6 When shall my feet arise and stand On heaven's eternal hills? There sits the Son at God's right hand, And there the Father smiles.] Psalm 17:1. 13 &c. S. M. Portion of saints and sinners; or, Hope and despair in death. 1 Arise, my gracious God, And make the wicked flee; They are but thy chastising rod To drive thy saints to thee. 2 Behold the sinner dies, His haughty words are vain; Here in this life his pleasure lies, And all beyond is pain. 3 Then let his pride advance, And boast of all his store: The Lord is my inheritance, My soul can wish no more. 4 I shall behold the face Of my forgiving God, And stand complete in righteousness, Wash'd in my Saviour's blood. 5 There's a new heaven begun, When I awake from death, Drest in the likeness of thy Son, And draw immortal breath. Psalm 17:2. L. M. The sinner's portion, and saint's hope; or, The heaven of separate souls, and the resurrection. 1 Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love; When men of spite against me join, They are the sword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion lies below; 'Tis all the happiness they know, 'Tis all they seek; they take their shares, And leave the rest among their heirs. 3 What sinners value, I resign; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine; I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 4 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? 5 O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near and like my God! And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul.