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BY the Bishops, the Clergy, and the Laity of the Protestant
Episcopal Church in the United States of America, in Çonvention, this 13th day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and eighty-nine
This Translation of the Whole Book of Psalms into Metre, with Hymns, is set forth, and allowed to be sung in all Congregations of the said Church, before and after Morning and Evening Prayer, and also before and after Sermons, at the discretion of the Minister.
And it shall be the duty of every Minister of any Church, either by standing directions, or from time to time, to appoint the Por. tions of Psalms which are to be sung.
And further, it shall be the duty of every Minister, with such assistance as he can obtain from persons skilled in music, to give order concerning the Tunes to be sung; at any time, in his Church: And, especially, it shall be his duty, to suppress all light and unseemly music, and all indecency and irreverence in the performance; by which vain and ungodly persons profane the service of the Sanctuary.
PSALMS OF DAVID,
11 Worship the Lord with holy fear; TOW blest is he, who ne'er consents Rejoice with awful mirth. By ill advice to walk,
12 Appease the Son with due respect, Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
Your timely homage pay ;
Lest he revenge the bold neglect,
Incens'd by your delay. 2 But makes the perfect law of God His business and delight;
13 If but in part his anger rise,
Who can endure the flame?
Then blest are they, whose hope relies 3 Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams,
On his most holy name. With timely fruit does bend,
PSALM III. He still shall tourish, and success
TOW many, Lord, of late are grown All his designs attend. 4 Ungodly men, and their attempts, And as their numbers hourly rise, No lasting root shall find;
So does their rage increase. Untimely blasted and dispers’d
2 Insulting, they my soul upbraid, Like chaff before the wind.
And him whom I adore ; 5 Their guilt shall strike the wicked dumb “The God in whom he trusts,” say they, Before their Judge's face:
“ Shall rescue him no more. No formal hypocrite shall then
3 But thou, O Lord, art my defence; Among the saints have place.
On thee my hopes rely ;
Lift up my head on high.
To God I made my prayer:
He heard me from his holy hill;
Why should I now despair?
For I through him securely sleep, As they can ne'er perform?
Through him in safety wake. 2 The great in council and in might
6 No force nor fury of my foes Their various forces bring;
My courage shalí confound, Against the Lord they all unite,
Were they as many hosts as men, And his anointed King.
That have beset me round. 3 “Must we submit to their commands ?"
17 Arise, and save me, O my God, Presumptuously they say:
Who oft hast own'd my cause, * No, let us break their slavish bands,
And scatter'd oft these foes to me, “And cast their chains away.” 4 But God, who sits enthron'd on high,
And to thy righteous laws.
8 Salvation to the Lord belongs ; And sees how they combine, Does their conspiring strength defy,
He only can defend: And mocks their vain design.
His blessing he extends to all
That on his power depend.
To my complaint give ear: 6 "Though madly you dispute my will,
Thou still redeem'st me from distress; “ The King that I ordain,
Have mercy, Lord, and hear. “Whose throne is fix'd on Sion's hill,
2 How long will ye, O sons of men, “Shall there securely reign.'
To blot my fame devise ? 7 Attend, 0 earth, whilst I declare
How long your vain designs pursue, God's uncontrol'd decree:
And spread malicious lies ? “Thou art my Son, this day, my heir, 3 Consider that the righteous man “Have I begotten thee.
Is God's peculiar choice; Ask, and receive thy full demands; And when to him I make my prayer, “Thine shall the heathen be;
He always hears my voice. « The utmost limits of the lands
4 Then stand in awe of his commands, “ Shall be possess'd by thee.
Flee every thing that's ill, 9 " Thy threat'ning sceptre thou shalt shake, Commune in private with your hearts, “ And crush them every where;
And bend them to his will. * As massy bars of iron break
5 The place of other sacrifice “The potter's brittle ware."
Let righteousness supply ; 10 Learn then, ye princes; and give ear', And let your hope, securely fix’a, Ye judges of the carth; *
On God alone rely.
6 While worldly minds impatient grow 14 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat, More prosp'rous times to see;
And ease my troubled soul ; Still let the glories of thy face
Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake, Shine brightly, Lord, on me.
Vouchsafe to make me whole. 7 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy,
5 For after death no more can I More lasting and more true
Thy glorious acts proclaim, Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine No pris'ner of the silent grave Successively renew.
Can magnify thy name. 8 Then down in peace I'll lay my head, 6 Quite tir'd with pain, with groaning faint, And take my needful rest ;
No hope of ease I see; No other guard, O Lord, I crave,
The night, that quiets-common griefs,
Is spent in tears by me.
7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim,
My eyes with weakness close;
Old age o’ertakes me, whilst I think Accept my secret prayer ;
On my insulting foes. 2 To thee alone, my King, my God, 8 Depart, ye wicked; in my wrongs Will I for help repair.
Ye shall no more rejoice; 3 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear, For God, I find, accepts my tears, And with the dawning day
And listens to my voice. To thee devoutly I'll look up,
9, 10 He hears, and grants my humble prayer; To thee devoutly pray:
And they that wish my fall, 4 For thou the wrongs that I sustain
Shall blush and rage to see that God Car'st never, Lord, approve,
Protects me from them all. Who from thy sacred dwelling-place
PSALM VII. All evil dost remove. 5 Not long shall stubborn fools remain
Lord my God, since I have plac'd Unpunish'd in thy view;
My trust alone in thee, All such as act unrighteous things
From all my persecutors' rage Thy vengeance shall pursue.
Do thou deliver me. 6. The sland'ring tongue, O God of truth, 2 To save me from my threat’ning foe, By thee shall be destroy'd,
Lord interpose thy power ; Who hat'st alike the man in blood
Lest, like a savage lion, he And in deceit employ'd.
My helpless soul devour. 7 But when thy boundless grace shall me 3, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er To thy lov'd courts restore,
Against his peace combine ; On theel'll fix my longing eyes,
Nay, if I have not spar'd his life, And humbly thee adore.
Who sought unjustly mine ; & Conduct me by thy righteous laws, 5 Let then to persecuting des For watchful is my foe;
My soul become a prey ;
In dust my honour lay.
In my defence engage; Their throat is a devouring grave;
Exalt thyself above my foes, They flatter with their tongue.
And their insulting rage: 10 By their own counsels let them fall, Awake, awake, in my behalf, Oppress'd with loads of sin;
The judgment to dispense, For they against thy righteous laws
Which thou hast righteously ordain'd Have harden'd rebels been.
For injured innocence.
Shall still for justice fly :
Tby judgment-seat on high.
I trust my cause to thee; And with his favour all his saints,
According to my just deserts,
So let thy sentence be.
9 Let wicked arts and wicked men
Together be o'erthrown; WHY dreadful anger, Lord, restrain," But guard the just, thou God, to whom a wretch forlorn;
The hearts of both are known. Correct me not in thy fierce wrath,
10, 11 God me protects, not only me, Too heavy to be borne.
But all of upright heart; 2 Have mercy, Lord; for I grow faint, And daily lays up wrath for those Unable to endure
Who from his laws depart. The anguish of my aching bones,
12 If they persist, he whets his sword, Which thou alone can’st cure.
His bow stands ready bent ; 3 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind, 13 Ev'n now, with swift destruction wing'd, And fills my soul with grief;
His pointed shafts are sent. But, Lord, bow long wilt thou delay
14 The plots are fruitless which my foe To grant me thy relief?
Unjustly did conceive ;
O to bow
15 The pit he digg'd for me, has prov'd Impartial justice to dispense, His own untimely grave.
to punish or reward. 16 On his own head his spite returns, 9 God is a constant sure defence • Whilst I from harm am free;
Against oppressing rage, On him the violence is fall'n,
As troubles rise, his needful aids Which he design'd for me.
In our behalf engage. 17 Therefore will I the righteous ways
10 All those who have his goodness prov'd Of providence proclaim;
Will in his truth confide; I'll sing the praise of God most high, Whose
ne'er forsook the man And celebrate his name.
That on his help rely'd.
11 Sing praises therefore to the Lord, PSALM VIII.
From Sion, his abode;
Proclaim his deeds, till all the world Within this earthly frame,
Confess no other God. Through all the world how great art thou !
PART II. How glorious is thy name!
12 When he inquiry makes for blood, In heaven thy wondrous acts are sung,
He'll call the poor to mind: Nor fully reckon'd there;
The injur'd humble man's complaint 2 And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue
Relief from him shall find. Thy boundless praise declare.
13 Take pity on my troubles, Lord, Through thee the weak confound the strong,
Which spiteful foes create, And crush their haughty foes ;
'Thou that hast rescu'd me so oft And so thou quell'st the wicked throng,
From death's devouring gate. That thee and thine oppose.
14 In Sion then I'll sing thy praise, 3 When heaven, thy beauteous work on high,
To all that love thy name, Employs my wond'ring sight;
And with loud shouts of grateful joy, The moon, that nightly rules the sky,
Thy saving power proclaim, With stars of feebler light;
15 Deep in the pit they digg‘d for me, 4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st
The heathen pride is laid;
Their guilty feet to their own snare
Are heedlessly betray'd. To them so wondrous kind?
16 Thus, by the just returns he makes, 5 Him next in power thou didst create
The mighty Lord is known; To thy celestial train ;
While wicked men by their own plots 6 Ordain'd, with dignity and state, O’er all thy works to reign.
Are shamefully o'erthrown.
17 No single sinner shall escape, 7 They jointly own his powerful sway ; The beasts that prey or graze;
By privacy obscur'd; The bird that wings its airy way ;
Nor nation, from his just revenge,
By numbers be secur'd. The fish that cuts the seas. 90 Thou, to whom all creatures bow
18 His suff'ring saints, when most distress'd, Within this earthly frame,
He ne'er forgets to aid;
Their expectations shall be crown'd,
Though for a time delay'd.
19 Arise, O Lord, assert thy power, PSALM IX.
And let not man o'ercome;
Descend to judgment, and pronounce
The guilty heathen's doom.
20 Strike terror through the nations round,
Till, by consenting fear, Thy wondrous works declare.
They to each other, and themselves, 2 The thought of them shall to my soul But mortal men appear.
Exalted pleasures bring;
HY 3 Thou mad'st my haughty foes to turn
Lord? Their backs in shameful Alight:
Why hid'st thou now thy face, Struck with thy presence, down they fell,
When dismal times of deep distress They perish'd at thy sight.
Call for thy wonted grace? 4 Against insulting foes advanc'd
2 The wicked, swell'd with lawless pride, Thou didst my cause maintain;
Have made the poor their prey ; My right asserting from thy throne,
O let them fall by those designs Where truth and justice reign.
Which they for others lay. 5 The insolence of heathen pride
3 For straight they triumph, if success Thou hast reduc'd to shame;
Their thriving crimes attend;
Perversely they commend.
Their haughty pride disdains; Our city stands, which you design'd
And therefore in their stubborn mind To make our common tomb.
No thought of God remains. 7, 8 The Lord for ever lives, who has 5 Oppressive methods they pursue, His righteous throne prepar'd,
And all their foes they slight;
To will my heart
THY presence why withdraw’st thou,
Because thy judgments unobserv'd,
15 If God the righteous, whom he loves, Are tar above their sight.
For trial does correct, 6 They fondly think their prosp'rous state What must the sons of violence, Shall unmolested be;
Whom be abhors, expect? They think their vain designs shall thrive, 6 Snares, fire, and brimstope, on their heacts From all misfortunes free.
Shall in one tempest shower ; 7 Vain and deceitful is their speech, This dreadiul mixture his revenge With curses fill'd, and lies;
Into their cup shall pour. By which the mischief of their heart
17 The righteous Lord will righteous deeds They study to disguise.
With signal favour grace,
The brightness of his face.
PSALM XII. 9 Not lions, couching in their dens,
INCE godly men decay, O Lord,
For scarce these wretched times afford
One just and faithful friend.
What t'other does impart;
And with a double heart.
3 But lips that with deceit abound
God's righteous vengeance will confound He never minds the suff'ring poor,
The proud blaspheming tongue. Nor their oppression heeds.
4 In vain those foolish boasters say, 12 But thou, O Lord, at length arise,
“ Our tongues are sure our own; Stretch forth thy mighty arm;
“ With doubtful words we'll still betray, And, by the greatness of thy power,
" And be control'd by none." Defend the poor from harm.
5 For God, who hears the suff’ring poor, 13 No longer let the wicked vaunt,
And their oppression knows, And, proudly boasting, say,
Will soon arise and give them rest, “ Tush, God regards not what we do;
In spite of all their foes. “ He never will repay.”
6 The word of God shall still abide, 14 But sure thou seest, and all their deeds And void of falsehood be, Impartially dost try;
As is the silver, sev'n times try'd,
17 The promise of his aiding grace 15 Defenceless let the wicked fall,
Shall reach its purpos'd end; Of all their strength bereft ;
His servants from this faithless race Confound, O God, their dark designs,
He ever shall defend. Till no remains are left.
8 Then shall the wicked be perplex'd, 16 Assert thy just dominion, Lord,
Nor know which way to fly; Which shall for ever stand;
When those whom they despis'd and vex'), Thou who the heathen didst expel
Shall be advanc'd on high. From this thy chosen land. *17 Thou hear'st the humble supplicants
PSALM XIII. That to thy throne repair;
TOW long wilt thou forget me, Lord?
And then accept'st their prayer. How long wilt thou withdraw from me,
2 How long shall anxious thoughts my soul, That so the tyrants of the earth
And grief my heart oppress
How long my enemies insult,
And I have no redress?
Restore thy wonted light,
And suddenly, or I shall sleep To distant mountains fly?
In everlasting night. 2 Behold, the wicked bend their bow, 4 Restore me, lest they proudly boast And ready fix their dart,
'Twas their own strength o'ercame; Lurking in ambush to destroy
Permit not them that vex my soul The men of upright heart.
To triumph in my shame. 3 When once the firm assurance fails, 5 Since I have always plac'd my trust Which public faith imparts,
Beneath thy mercy's wing, 'Tis time for innocence to fly
Thy saving health will come; and then From such deceitful arts.
My heart with joy shall spring, The Lord hath both a temple here, 6 Then shall my song, with praise inspir'a, And righteous throne above;
To thee my God ascend, Where he surveys the sons of men,
Who to thy servant in distress And how their councils move:
Sach bounty didst extend,
S'C Eefuge always nigh,