Familiar letters and poems on several occasions | ||
PSALM CI.
Of Mercy, and of Judgment, will I sing,
To thee, the High, the everlasting King!
Mercy thy darling Attribute is known,
And righteous Judgment issues from thy Throne.
To me, great God, thy sacred Truths impart,
And print thy Precepts deeply in my Heart.
When will thy Presence make thy Servant blest?
I grow impatient for the heav'nly Guest;
Where'er I am, I will most careful be,
As far as Mortals can, to copy thee;
Clear from all Ill, my dwelling as my Mind,
Where good Men only shall free Entrance find.
To thee, the High, the everlasting King!
Mercy thy darling Attribute is known,
And righteous Judgment issues from thy Throne.
To me, great God, thy sacred Truths impart,
And print thy Precepts deeply in my Heart.
When will thy Presence make thy Servant blest?
I grow impatient for the heav'nly Guest;
Where'er I am, I will most careful be,
As far as Mortals can, to copy thee;
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Where good Men only shall free Entrance find.
Whatever bears the livid Marks of Sin,
My Soul abhors, I will not deal therein;
Firm to the Truth, I ne'er will turn aside,
For thy un-erring Rules shall be my Guide.
My Soul abhors, I will not deal therein;
Firm to the Truth, I ne'er will turn aside,
For thy un-erring Rules shall be my Guide.
Who loves Contention must from me depart,
The Man of bitter Words and froward Heart:
Or who, malicious, takes a fatal Aim,
Or with keen Slander wounds his neighbour's Fame:
Whose whisper'd Tales like latent Poisons kill—
Such I'll cut off from Pow'r of future Ill;
For social Converse daily will I seek,
The pure in Heart, the Humble and the Meek.
They who in righteousness do most excel,
Shall eat my Bread, and in my House shall dwell;
My Friends I'll chuse of such as love thy Word,
And my Domesticks all shall serve the Lord.
The Man of bitter Words and froward Heart:
Or who, malicious, takes a fatal Aim,
Or with keen Slander wounds his neighbour's Fame:
Whose whisper'd Tales like latent Poisons kill—
Such I'll cut off from Pow'r of future Ill;
For social Converse daily will I seek,
The pure in Heart, the Humble and the Meek.
They who in righteousness do most excel,
Shall eat my Bread, and in my House shall dwell;
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And my Domesticks all shall serve the Lord.
The babling Fool I utterly despise,
Whose Lips are stain'd with Vanity and Lyes:
All that in bold Iniquity delight,
I'll banish far from my offended Sight.
Thus shall I soon destroy the wicked Race,
Whose impious Deeds fair Sion's Walls disgrace;
Thus, from Pollution once again set free,
The City of the Lord shall hallow'd be.
Whose Lips are stain'd with Vanity and Lyes:
All that in bold Iniquity delight,
I'll banish far from my offended Sight.
Thus shall I soon destroy the wicked Race,
Whose impious Deeds fair Sion's Walls disgrace;
Thus, from Pollution once again set free,
The City of the Lord shall hallow'd be.
Familiar letters and poems on several occasions | ||