PSALM CXII. 2 d Meetre

Come, let us praise the Lord: He's bless'd the Lord that fears; Whose Heart the greatest Love, To his Commandments bears. His Seed renown'd, On Earth, shall be; His Progeny With Blessings crown'd. His House with Wealth shall flow; His Justice never fails. The Light shall on him shine, When Darkness most prevails. His gentle Mind The Poor's Grief feels, He justly deals With all Mankind. A good Man Favour shows, And lends, nor hopes for Gain; His Business wisely guides; He shall unmov'd remain: The just Man's Name, With Fragrance, shall, Thro' Ages all, Still live in Fame. No evil Tidings shall, His Mind, with Fear, surprize, His Heart is firmly fix'd, And on the Lord relies: With sweet Repose, Fearless, to see The high Decree, Seize on his Foes. He wide dispers'd his Alms, And gave the Poor Supplies; His Righteousness shall last, His Horn, in Glory, rise. Sinners shall see, Grieve, gnash, and pine, But their Design Shall blasted be.