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.

6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour’s image rise.

Psalm 18:1. 1-6 15-18.  First Part.  L. M.
Deliverance from despair; or, Temptations overcome.

1 Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength,
My rock, my tower, my high defence,
Thy mighty arm shall be my trust,
For I have found salvation thence.

2 Death, and the terrors of the grave Stood round me with their dismal shade; While floods of high temptations rose, And made my sinking soul afraid.

3 I saw the opening gates of hell, With endless pains and sorrows there, Which none but they that feel can tell, While I was hurried to despair.

4 In my distress I call’d ‘my God,’
When I could scarce believe him mine;
He bow’d his ear to my complaint,
Then did his grace appear divine.