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PSALM 101. First Part. L.M.
The magistrate's psalm. (cont.)

  2 Thy justice and thy heav'nly grace
Shall be the pattern of my ways.
  3 Let wisdom all my actions guide,
And let my God with me reside:
No wicked thing shall dwell with me,
Which may provoke thy jealousy.
  4 I'll search the land, and raise the just
To posts of honour, wealth and trust;
The men that work thy holy will,
Shall be my friends and fav'rites still.
  5 In vain shall sinners hope to rise
By flatt'ring or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,
The bold offender shan't be spar'd.
  6 The impious crew, that factious band,
Shall hide their heads, or quit the land;
And all that break the public rest,
Where I have pow'r, shall be supprest.

PSALM 101. Second Part. C.M.
A psalm for a master of a family.

  1 OF justice and of grace I sing,
   And pay my God my vows:
Thy grace and justice, heav'nly king,
   Teach me to rule my house.
  2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,
   And make thy servant wise:
I'll suffer nothing near me there,
   That shall offend thine eyes.
  3 The man, that doth his neighbour wrong,
   By falsehood or by force;
The scornful eye, the sland'rous tongue,
   I'll thrust them from my doors.
  4 I'll seek the faithful and the just,
And will their help enjoy;

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PSALM 101. Second Part. C.M.
A psalm for a master of a family. (cont.)

  4 These are the friends that I shall trust,
   The servants I'll employ.
  5 The wretch that deals in sly deceit,
   I'll not endure a night:
The liar's tongue I'll ever hate,
   And banish from my sight.
  6 I'll purge my family around,
   And make the wicked flee;
So shall my house be ever found,
   A dwelling fit for thee.

PSALM 102. First Part. C.M.
A prayer for the afflicted.

  1 HEAR me, O God, nor hide thy face,
   But answer, lest I die:
Hast thou not built a throne of grace
   To hear when sinners cry?
  2 My days are wasted like the smoke
   Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dried, my heart is broke,
   And sinking in despair.
  3 My spirits flag like with'ring grass
   Burnt with excessive heat:
In secret groans my minutes pass,
   And I forget to eat.
  4 As on some lonely building's top
   The sparrow tells her moan;
Far from the tents of joy and hope
   I sit and grieve alone.
  5 My soul is like a wilderness,
   Where beasts of midnight howl;
There the sad raven finds her place,
   And there the screaming owl.
  6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears
   Dwell in my troubled breast;

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