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PSALM 37. First Part. C.M.
The rewards of the righteous and the wicked. (cont.)

6	True riches, with abundant peace,    To humble souls are giv'n.
7	Rest in the Lord, and keep his way,    Nor let your anger rise; Tho' providence should long delay,    To punish haughty vice.
8	Let sinners join to break your peace,    And plot, and rage, and foam; The Lord derides them, for he sees    Their day of vengeance come.
9	They have drawn out the threatening sword;    Have bent the murd'rous bow, To slay the men, that fear the Lord,    And bring the righteous low.
10	My God shall break their bows, and burn    Their persecuting darts: Shall their own swords against them turn,    And pain surprise their hearts.

PSALM 37. Second Part. C.M.
Charity to the poor.

1	WHY do the wealthy wicked boast,    And grow profanely bold? The meanest portion of the just    Excels the sinner's gold.
2	The wicked borrows of his friends,    But ne'er designs to pay: The saint is merciful and lends,    Nor turns the poor away.
3	His alms with iib'ral heart he gives    Amongst the sons of need: His mem'ry to long ages lives,    And blessed is his seed.
4	He fears to talk with lips profane,    To slander or defraud:

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PSALM 37. Second Part. C.M.
Charity to the poor. (cont.)

4	His ready tongue declares to men,    What he has learn'd of God.
5	The law and gospel of the Lord    Deep in his heart abide; Led by the Spirit and the word,    His feet shall never slide.
6	When sinners fall, the righteous stand    Preserv'd from ev'ry snare; They shall possess the promis'd land,    And dwell forever there.

PSALM 37. Third Part. C.M.
The way and end of the righteous and the wicked.

1	MY God, the steps of pious men    Are order'd by thy will: Tho' they should fall, they rise again,    Thy hand supports them still.
2	The Lord delights to see their ways,    Their virtues he approves; He ne'er deprives them of his grace,    Nor leaves the men he loves.
3	The heav'nly heritage is theirs,    Their portion and their home: He feeds them now, and makes them heirs    Of blessings long to come.
4	Wait on the Lord, ye sons of men,    Nor fear when tyrants frown: Ye shall confess their pride was vain,    When justice casts them down.
5	The haughty sinner have I seen,    Not fearing man or God: Like a tall bay-tree fair and green,    Spreading his arms abroad.
6	And lo! he vanish'd from the ground,    Destroy 'd by hands unseen: