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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;