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14 How shall their sorrows be increas'd, URE wicked fools must needs suppose Who other gods adore!
Their bloody offerings I detest, Corrupt and lewd their practice grows; Their very names abhor.
No breast is warm d with holy Hame. 2 The Lord look'd down from Heaven's high wah lot is.tallin in that blest land tower,
He fills my cup with liliral hand, And all the sons of men did view,
'Tis he supports my throne. To see if any own'd his power;
6 In nature's most delightful scene If any truth or justice knew.
My happy portion lies; 3 But áll, he saw, were gone aside, The place of my appointed reign
All were degen’rate grown and base; All other lands outvies. None took religion for their guide,
7 Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord, Not one of all the sinful race.
Whose precepts give me light; 4 But can these workers of deceit
And private counsel still afford Be all so dull and senseless grown,
In sorrow's dismal night. That they, like bread, my people eat,
8 I strive each action to approve And God's Almighty power disown?
To his all-seeing eye;
When his just wrath shall them o'ertake? Because he still is nigh.
9 Therefore my heart all grief defies, And never will their cause forsake.
My glory does rejoice; 6 Ill men, in vain, with scorn expose My fesh shall rest, in hope to rise,
Those methods which the good pursue; W:k'd by his powerful voice. Since God a refuge is for those
10 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath, Whom his just eyes with favour view. My soul from hell shalt free; 7 Would he his saving power employ Nor let thy Holy One in death To break his people's servile band,
The least corruption see. Then shouts of universal joy
11 Thou shalt the paths of life display: Should loudly echo through the land. Which to thy presence lead; PSALM XV.
Where pleasures dwell without allay, ORD, wbo's the happy man that may And joys that never fade.
PSALM XVII. Not stranger-like, to visit them,
But to inhabit there?
And to my prayer, as 'tis unfeign'd,
12 As in thy sight I am approv'd, 3 Who never did a slander forge,
So let my sentence be; His neighbour's fame to wound;
And with impartial eyes, O Lord, Nor hearken to a false report,
My upright dealing see. By malice whisper'd round.
3 For thou hast search'd my heart by day, 4 Who vice, in all its pomp and power, And visited by night; Can treat with just neglect;
And, on the strictest trial, found And piety, though clothed in rags,
Its secret motions right. Religiously respect.
Nor shall thy justice, Lord, alone 5 Who to his plighted vows and trust
My heart's designs acquit; Has ever firmly stood ;
For I have purpos'd that my tongue And though he promise to his loss,
Shall no offence commit. He makes his promise good,
4 I know what wicked men would do, 6 Whose soul in usury disdains
Their safety to maintain; His treasure to employ ;
But me thy just and mild commands Whom no rewards can ever bribe
From bloody paths restrain. The guiltless to destroy.
5 That I may still, in spite of wrongs. 7 The man, who by his steady course My innocence secure, Has happiness insur’d,
O guide me in thy righteous ways, When earth's foundation shakes, shall stand, And make my footsteps sure. By providence secur'd.
6 Since, heretofore, I no'er in vain PSALM XVI.
To thee my prayer address’d;
O! now, my God, incline thine ear And shield me, Lord, from harm;
To this my just request. Because my trust I still repose
17 The wonders of thy truth and love On thy Almighty arm.
In my defence engage; 2 My soul all help but thine does slight, Thou, whose right hand preserves thy saints All gods but thee disown;
From their oppressor's rage.
Thy shelt'ring wings stretch out,
To guard me safe from savage foes, Shall be my chief delight.
compass me about:
10 Overgrown with luxury enclos’d 13 Through heaven's wide arch a thund'ring In their own fat they lie;
peal And, with a proud blaspheming mouth,
voice did loudly roar; Bóth God and man defy.
While earth's sad face with heaps of hail 11 Well may they boast, for they have now And flakes of fire was cover'd oe'r. My paths encompass'd round;
14 His sharpen'd arrows round he threw, Their eyes at watch, their bodies bow'd, Which made his scatter'd foes retreat ; And couching on the ground;
Like darts his nimble lightnings flew, 12 In posture of a lion set,
And quickly finish'd their defeat. When greedy of his prey,
15 The deep its secret stores disclos'd, Or a young lion, when he lurks
The world's foundations naked lay ; Within a covert way.
By his avenging wrath expos'd, 13 Arise, O Lord, defeat their plots,
'Which fiercely rag'd that dreadful day. Their swelling rage control;
16 The Lord did on my side engage;
From heaven, his throne, my cause upheld; Whose portion's here below; Who, fill’d with earthly stores, aspire
Of threat’ning waves, that proudly swell’d. No other bliss to know.
17 God his resistless power employ'd 15 Their race is num'rous, that partake My strongest foes' attempts to break; Their substance while they live;
Who else with ease had soon destroy'd Their heirs survive, to whom they may
The weak defence that I could make. The vast remainder give.
18 Their subtle rage had near prevailid, 16 But I, in uprightness, thy face
When I distress'd and friendless lay ; Shall view without control;
But still, when other succours fail'd, And, waking, shall its image find
God was my firm support and stay. Reflected in my soul.
19 From dangers that enclos'd me round,
He brought me forth and set me free;
For some just cause his goodness found,
That mov'd him to delight in me.
20 Because in me no guilt remains, For thou hast always been my rock,
God does his gracious help extend; A fortress and defence to me.
My hands are free from bloody stains; Thou, my deliv'rer art, my God;
Therefore the Lord is still my friend. My trust is in thy mighty power';
21, 22 For I his judgments keep in sight, Thou art my shield from foes abroad,
In his just paths I always trod; At home my safeguard and my tower.
I never did his statutes slight, 3 To thee I will address my prayer,
Nor loosely wander'd from my God. To whom all praise we justly owe;
23, 24 But still my soul, sincere and pure, So shall I, by thy watchful care,
Did even from darling sins refrain; Be guarded from my treacherous foe.
His favours therefore yet endure, 4, 5 By floods of wicked men distress'd,
Because my heart and hands are clean.
25, 26 Thou suit'st, O Lord, thy righteous ways 6 To heaven I made my mournful prayer,
To various paths of human-kind; To God address'd my humble moan;
They who for mercy merit praise,
With thee shall wondrous mercy find.
Thou to the just shalt justice show;
The pure thy purity shall see:
Such as perversely choose to go, 7 When God arose my part to take,
Shall meet with due returns from thee. The conscious earth was struck with fear;
27, 28 That he the humble soul will save, The hills did at his presence shake,
And crush the baughty's boasted might,
In me the Lord an instance gave, Nor could his dreadful fury bear. 8 Thick clouds of smoke dispers’d abroad,
Whose darkness he has turn'd to light.
29 On his firm succour I rely'd, Ensigns of wrath before him came; Devouring fire around him glow'd,
And did o’er num'rous foes prevail; That coals were kindled at its flame.
Nor fear'd, whilst he was on my side,
The best defended walls to scale. 9 He left the beauteous realms of light, Whilst heaven bow'd down its awful head;
30 For God's design shall still succeed,
His word will bear the utmost test;
He's a strong shield to all that need, 10 The chariot of the King of kings,
And on his sure protection rest.
31 Who then deserves to be ador'd, Which active troops of angels drew, On a strong tempest's rapid wings,
But God, on whom my hopes depend? With most amazing swiftness flew.
Or who, except the mighty Lord, 11, 12 Black watery mists and clouds conspir'd,
Can with resistless power defend? With thickest shades, his face to veil;
PART V. But at his brightness soon retir’d,
32, 33 'Tis God that girds my armour on, And fell in showers of fire and hail.
And all my just designs fulfils;
Through him my feet can swiftly run,
PSALM XIX. And nimbly climb the steepest hills.
HE heavens declare thy glory, Lord, 34 Lessons of war from him I take,
Which that alone can fill; And manly weapons learn to wield; The firmament and stars express Strong bows of steel with ease I break,
Their great Creator's skili. Forc'd by my stronger arms to yield. 2 The dawn of each returning day 35 The buekler of his saving health
Fresh beams of knowledge brings; Protects me from assaulting toes;
And from the dark returps of night His hand sustains me still; my wealth
Divine instruction springs. And greatness from his bounty flows. 3 Their powerful language to no realm 36 My goings he enlarg'd abroad,
Or region is confin'd;
Alike by all mankind. The method of my steps design'd. 4 Their doctrine does its sacred sense 37 Through him I num'rous hosts defeat, Through earth's extent display;
And flying squadrons captive take; Whose bright contents the circling sun Nor from my fierce pursuit retreat,
Does round the world convey. Till I a final conquest make.
5 No bridegroom on his nuptial day 38 Cover'd with wounds, in vain they try. Has, such a cheerful face;
Their vanquish'd heads again to rear; No giant does like him rejoice Spite of their boasted strength, they lie To run his glorious race. Beneath my feet, and grovel there.
From east to west, from west to east, 39 God, when fresh armies take the field, His restless course he goes;
Recruits my strength, my courage warms; And, through his progress, cheerful light He makes my strong opposers yield,
And vital warmth bestows. Subdu'd by my prevailing arms.
PART II. 40 Through him the necks of prostrate foes
17 God's perfect law converts the soul; My conqu’ring feet in triumph press;
Reclaims from false desires; Aided by him, I root out those
With sacred wisdom his sure word Who hate and envy my success. 41 With loud complaints all friends they try'd; 8 The statutes of the Lord are just,
The ignorant inspires. But none was able to defend;
And bring sincere delight; At length to God for help they cry d;
His pure commands in search of truth But God would no assistance lend.
Assist the feeblest sight. 42 Like flying dust, which winds pursue, Their broken troops I scatter'd round;
9 His perfect worship here is fix’d,
On sure foundations laid; Their slaughter'd bodies forth I threw,
His equal laws are in the scales
Of truth and justice weigh'd;
10 Of more esteem than golden miness 43 Our factious tribes, at strife till now,
Or gold refin'd with skill;
More sweet than honey, or the drops By God's appointment me obey ;
That fiom the comb distil. The heathen to my sceptre bow,
11 My trusty counsellors they are, And foreign nations own my sway. 44 Remotest realms their homage send,
And friendly warnings give;
Divine rewards attend on those
Who by thy precepts live.
12 But what frail man observes how oft Charm'd with respect, or aw'd by fear.
He does from virtue fall? . 45 All to my summons tamely yield,
O cleanse me from my secret faults, Or soon in battle are dismay'd;
Thou God that know'st them all! For stronger holds they quit the field,
13 Let no presumptuous sin, O Lord, And still in strongest holds afraid.
Dominion have o'er me; 46 Let the eternal Lord be prais'd,
That, by thy grace preserv'd, I may The rock on whose defence I rest! To highest heavens his name be rais'd,
The great transgression flee.
14 So shall my prayer and praises be Who me with his salvation bless'd! 47 'Tis God that still supports my right;
With thy acceptance blest ; His just revenge my foes pursues ;
And I secure on thy defence, Tis he, that, with resistless might,
My strength and Saviour, rest. Fierce nations to my yoke subdues.
PSALM XX. 48 My universal safeguard he!
"HE Lord to thy request attend, From whom my lasting honours flow;
And hear thee in distress ; He made me great, and set me free
The name of Jacob's God defend, From my remorseless bloody foe.
And grant thy arms success : 49 Therefore, to celebrate his fame,
2 To aid thee from on high repair, My grateful voice to heaven I'll raise ; And strength from Sion give; And nations, strangers to his name,
3 Remember all thy offerings there, Shall thus be taught to sing his praise: Thy sacrifice receive: 50 “ God to his king deliv'rance sends; 14 To compass thy own heart's desire 66 Shows his anointed signal grace;
Thy counsels still direct; “ His mercy evermore extends
Make kindly all events conspire “ To David and his promis'd race."
To bring them to effect.
5 To thy salvation, Lord, for aid
113 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous strength disa We cheerfully repair,
close, With banners in thy name display'd;
And thus exalt thy fame; “ The Lord accept thy praver.”
Whilst we glad songs of praise compose
When I with anguish faint ? 7 Some trust in steeds for war design'd;
O! why so far from me remov’d, On chariots some rely;
And from my loud complaint ? Against them all we'll call to mind
2 All day, but all the day unheard, The power of God most high.
To thee do I complain;
But cry all night in vain.
Of innocence oppress’d;
Of right to thee address'd.
And thy deliv’rance found;
With pious confidence they pray'd,
And with success were crown'd. 'HE king, O Lord, with songs of praise 6 But I am treated like a worm;
Like none of human birth; With thy salvation crown'd, shall raise
Not only by the great revil'd, To heaven his cheerful voice.
But made the rabble's mirth. 2 For thou, whate'er his lips request,
7 With laughter all the gazing crowd Not only dost impart;
My agonies survey; But hast, with thy acceptance, blest
They shoot the lip, they shake the head, The wishes of his heart.
And thus deriding say ; 3 Thy goodness and thy tender care 8 “In God he trusted, boasting oft Have all his hopes outgone;.
66 That he was heaven's delight; A crown of gold thou mad'st him wear', “ Let God come down to save him now, And sett'st it firmly on.
“ And own his favourite." 4 He pray'd for life ; and thou, O Lord,
9 Thou mad'st my teeming mother's womb A life that ne'er shall end.
A living offspring bear;
When but a suckling at the breast, 5 Thy sure defence through nations round Has spread his glorious name;
I was thy early care. And his successful actions crown'd
10 Thou, guardian-like, did'st shield from With majesty and fame.
wrongs 6 Eternal blessings thou bestow'st,
My helpless infant days; And mak'st his joys increase;
And since hast been my God, and guide, Whilst thou to him unclouded show'st
Through life's bewilder'd ways.
11 Withdraw not then so far from me, The brightness of thy face.
When trouble is so nigh;
O send me help! thy help, on which 7 Because the king on God alone
I only can rely. For timely aid relies;
12 High-pamper'd bulls, a frowning herd, His mercy still supports his throne,
From Basan's forest met, And all his wants supplies.
With strength proportion'd to their rage & But, righteous Lord, thy stubborn foes
Have me around beset. Shall feel thy heavy hand;
13 They gape on me, and every mouth Thy vengeful arm shall find out those
A yawning grave appears ; That hate thy mild command.
The desert lion's savage roar 9 When thou against them dost engage,
Less dreadful is than theirs. Thy just but dreadful doom
PART III. Shall, like a glowing oven's rage,
14 My blood like water's spilld, my joints Their hopes and them consume.
Are rack'd and out of frame; 10 Nor shall thy furious anger cease, My heart dissolves within my breast, Or with their ruin end;
Like wax before the flame. But loot out all their guilty race,
15 My strength, like potter's earth, is parch'd; And to their seed extend.
My tongue cleaves to my jaws; 11 For all their thoughts were set on ill, And to the silent shades of death Their hearts on malice bent;
My fainting soul withdraws. But thou with watchful care didst still 16 Like blood hounds, to surround me, they The ill effects prevent.
In pack'd assemblies meet : 12 While they their swift retreat shall make, They pierc'd my inoffensive bands ; To’scape thy dreadful might,
They pierc'd my harmless feet. Thy swifter arrows shall o'ertake,
17 My body's rack'd, till all my bones And gall them in their flight.
Distinctly may be told;
Yet such a spectacle of woe
For there his aiding rod and staff As pastime they behold.
Defend and comfort me. 18 As spoil, my garments they divide, 5 In presence of my spiteful foes Lots for my vesture cast;
He does my table spread; 19 Therefore approach, O Lord, my strength, He crowns my cup with cheerful wine, And to my succour haste.
With oil anoints my head. 20 From their sharp swords protect thou me, 6 Since God doth thus his wondrous love Of all but life bereft;
Through all my life extend, Nor let my darling in the power
That life to him I will devote, Of cruel dogs be left.
And in his temple spend. 21_To save me from the lion's jaws,
THE spacious earth is all the Lord's, Thou didst my life defend. 22 Then to my brethren I'll declare
The world, and they that dwell therein, The triumphs of thy name;
By sov'reign right are his. In presence of assembled saints
2 He fram'd and fix'd it on the seas; Thy glory thus proclaim :
And bis Almighty hand,
The stable fabric stand.
One chosen seat design'd; 24 “He ne'er disdain'd on low distress O! who shall to that sacred hill “ To cast a gracious eye;
Desery'd admittance find? “Nor turn'd from poverty his face,
4 The man, whose hands and heart are pure, 6. But hears its humble cry.”
Whose thoughts from pride are free;
Who honest poverty prefers
To gainful perjury.
Shall shower his blessings down; In presence of thy saints perform
Whom God, his Saviour, shall vouchsafe The vows of my distress.
With righteousness to crown. 26 The meek companions of my grief
6 Such is the race of saints, by whom Shall find my table spread;
The sacred courts are trod; And all that seek the Lord shall be
And such the proselytes that seek With joys immortal fed.
The face of Jacob's God. 27 Then shall the glad converted world
Erect your heads, eternal gates; To God their homage pay;
Unfold, to entertain And scatter'd nations of the earth
The King of Glory: see! he comes One soy'reign Lord obey.
With his celestial train. 28 'Tis his supreme prerogative
8 Who is the King of Glory? who? O'er subject kings to reign;
The Lord, for strength renown'd; 'Tis just that he should rule the world, In battle mighty; o'er his foes Who does the world sustain.
Eternal victor crown'd. 29 The rieh, who are with plenty fed, 9 Erect your heads, ye gates ; unfold His bounty must confess ;
In state to entertain The sons of want, by him reliev'd,
The King of Glory: see! he comes Their gen'rous Patron bless.
With all his shining train. With humble worship to his throne
10 Who is the King of Glory? who? They all for aid resort;
The Lord of hosts renown'd;
Who is with glory crown'd. 30, 31 Then shall a chosen spotless race,
I lift my heart and voice;
O! let me not be put to shame,
Nor let my foes rejoice.
Let no disgrace attend;
As wilfully offend.
And lead me in thy way,
On thee I wait all day.
O Lord, recall to mind; Instruct with humble zeal to walk
And graciously continue still, In his most righteous ways.
As thou wert ever, kind. 4 I pass the gloomy vale of death,
7 Let all my youthful crimes From fear and danger free;
Be blotted out by theę;