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14 For God shall soon his people's cause with pitying eyes survey; Repent himn of his wrath, and turn

his kindled rage away. 15 Those idols, whose false worship spreads o'er all the heathen lands, Are made of silver, and of gold,

the work of human hands. 16,17 Theyinove not their fictitious tongues, nor see with polish'd eyes'; Their counterfeited ears are deaf, no breath their mouth supplies. 18 As senseless as themselves are they that all their skill apply, To make them, or in dang'rous times on them for aid rely. 19 Their just returns of thanks to God

let grateful Israel pay ; Nor let the priests of Aaron's race to bless the Lord delay, 20 Their sense of his unbounded love let Levi's house express ; And let all those who fear the Lord, his name for ever bless. 21 Let all with thanks his wondrous works in Sion's courts proclaim ; Let them in Salem, where he dwells, exalt his haly name.


PSALM CXXXVI. TO God, the mighty Lord,

your joyful thanks repeat; To him due praise afford,

as good as he is great : For God does prove

our constant friend, His boundless love

shall never end. 2,3 To him, whose wondrous pow'r all other gods obey, Whom earthly kings adore,

this grateful homage pay : For God, &c. 4, 5 By his almighty hand

amazing works are wrought ; The heav'ns by his command

were to perfectiou brought : For God, &c. 6 He spread the ocean round

about the spacious land; And made the rising ground

above the waters stand : For God, &c. 7, 8, 9 Through heav'n he did display his num'rous hosts of light; The un to rule by day,

the moon and stars by night: For God, &c. 10, 11, 12 He struck the first born dead of Egypt's stubborn land ; And thence his people led

with his resistless hand : For God, &c. 13, 14 By him the raging sea,

as if in pieces rent, Disclos'd a middle way,

through which his people went: For God, &c. 15 Where soon he overthrew

proud Pharaoh and his host, Who, daring to pursue,

were in the billows lost: For God, &c. 16, 17, 18 Through deserts vast and wild he led the chosen seed; And famous princes foil'd,

and made great monarchs bleed: For God, &c. 20 Sihon, whose potent hand

great Ammon'ssceptresway'd; And Og, whose stern command

rich Bashan's land obey'd : For God, &c. 21, 22 And, of his wondrous grace, their lands, whom he destroy'd, He gave to Israel's race,

to be by them enjoy'd : For God, &c.


23, 24 He, in our depth of woes, on us with favour thought, And from our cruel foes

in peace and safety brought : For God, &c. 25, 26 He does the food supply,

on which all creatures live : To God, who reigns on high,

eternal praises give : For God will prove

our constant friend, His boundless love

shall never end.

THEN we,ourweary limbs to rest, sat down by proud Euphrates'stream,

Wewept, with doleful tho'ts opprest,and Sion was our mournfultheme. 2 Our harps, that when with joy we sung, were wont their tuneful parts to bear, With silent strings neglected hung on willow trees, that wither'd there. 3 Mean while our foes, who all conspir'd to triumph in our slavish wrongs, Musick and mirth of us requir'd, “ Come, sing us one of Sion's songs.' 4 How shall we tune our voice to sing, or touch our harps with skilful hands? Shall hymns of joy to God, our King, be sung by slaves in foreign lands? 5 O Salem, our once happy seat !

when I of thee forgetful prove, Let then my trembling hand forget the speaking strings with art to move! 6 If I to mention thee forbear,

eternal silence seize my tongue; Or if I sing one cheerful air,

till thy deliv'rance is my song. 7 Remember, Lord, how Edom's race, in thy own city's fatal day, Cried out, “Her stately walls deface, and with the ground quite level lay." 8 Proud Babel's daughter, dooin'd to be of grief and woe the wretched prey; Bless'd is the man who shall to thee the wrongs thou laid’st on us repay. 9 Thrice bless'd, who, with just rage possest, and deafto all the parents' moans, Shall snatch thy infants from the breast, and dash their heads against the stones.

TITH my whole heart, my God and King, thy praise I will proclaim;

Before the gods with joy I'll sing, and bless thy holy name. 2 l’ll worship at thy sacred seat,

and, with thy love inspir'd, The praises of thy truth repeat,

o'er all thy works admir'd. 3 Thou graciously inclin’dst thine ear, when I to thee did cry; And when my soul was press'd with fear, didst inward strength supply. 4 Therefore shall ev'ry earthly prince thy name with praise pursue, Whom these admir'd events convince that all thy works are true, 5 They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord, with cheerful songs shall bless; And all thy glorious acts record ; thy awful pow'r confess. 9 For God, although enthron'd on high, does thence the poor respect; The proud far off his scornful eye beholds with just neglect.. 7 Though I with troubles am oppress'd, he shall my foes disarm, Relieve my soul when most distress'd, and keep me safe from harm. & The Lord, whose mercies ever last, shall fix my happy state ; And, mindful of his favours past,

sball his own work compleat.

HOU,Lord, by strictest search hast known my rising up and lying down;

3 Thine eye my bed and path surveys, my publick haunts and private ways; 4 Thou know'st what 'tis my lips wouldvent, my yet unutter'd words'intent, 5 Surrounded by thy pow'r I stand ; on ev'ry side I find thy hand : 6 O skill, for human reach too high! too dazzling bright for mortal eye ! 7 could I so perfidious be,

to think of once deserting thee, Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun? or whither from thy presence run 8 If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; If down to hell's infernal plains, 'ris there almighty vengeance reigns. 9 If I the morning's wings could gain, and fly beyond the western main, Jo Thy swifter hand would first arrive, and there arrest thy fugitive. 11 Or, should I try to shun thy sight,

beneath the sable wings of night; One glance from thee, one piercing ray, would kindle darkness into day. 12 The veil of night is no disguise, no screen from thy all searching eyes; Thro? midnight shades thou find'st thy way, as in the blazing noon of day. 13 Thou know'st the texture of my heart, my reins, and ev'ry vital part; Each single thread in nature's loom, by thee was cover'd in the womb. 14 I'll praise thee, from whose hands I came, a work of such a curious frame; The wonders thou in me hast shown, my soul with grateful joy must own. 15 Thine eyes my substance did survey, whilst yet a lifeless mass it lay, In secret how exactly wrought, ere from its dark inclosure brought. 16 Thou didst the shapeless embryo see, its parts were register'd by thee; Thou saw'st the daily growth they took, forni'd by the model of thy book. 17 Let me acknowledge too, () God, that, since this maze of life I trod, Thy thoughts of love to me surmount the pow'r of numbers to recount. 18 Far sooner could I reckon o'er the sands upon the ocean's shore; Each morn revising what I've done, I find th' account but new begun. 19 The wicked thou shalt slay, O God : Depart from me, ye men of blood, 20 Whose tongues heav'n's majesty profane, and take th’Almighty's name in 21 Lord, hate not I their impious crew, who thee with enmity pursue? [vain. And does not grief my heart oppress, when reprobates thy laws transgress? 22 Who practice enmity to thee shall utmost hatred have from me; Such men I utterly detest,

as if they were my foes profest. 23,24 Search,try, O God, mythoughts and heart, if mischief lurk in any part; Correct me where I go astray,

and guide me in thy perfect way.


RESERVE me, Lord, from crafty foes, of treacherous intent;

2 And from the sons of violence, on open mischief bent, 3 Their sland'ring tongue the serpent's sting in sharpness does exceed; Between their lips the gall of asps and adders' venom breed.. 4 Preserve me, Lord, from wicked hands, nor leave my soul forlorn, A prey to sons of violence,

who have my ruin sworn. 5 The proud for me have laid their snare, and spread their wily net; With traps and gins, where'er I move, I find my steps beset. 6 But thus environ’d with distress, thou art my God, I said; Lord, hear my supplicating voice,

that calls to thee for aid. 7 O Lord, the God whose saving strength kind succour did convey, And cover'd my advent'rous head

in battle's doubtful day; 8 Permit not their unjust designs

to answer their desire; Lest they, encourag'd by success, to bolder crimes aspire. 9 Let first their chiefs the sad effects of their injustice mourn ; The blast of their envenom'd breath

upon themselves return, .

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do Let them who kindle first the flame, its sacrifice become ; The pit they digy'd for me be made their own untimely tomb. il Tho’slander's breath may raise a storm, it quickiy will decay; Their rage does but the torrent swell, that bears themselves away. 12 God will assert the poor man's cause, and speedy succour give : The just shall celebrate his praise, and in his presence live.


O haste to my relief ;
And with accustom’d piiy hear

the accents of my grief. 2 Instead of offørings, let my pray'r like morning incense rise ; My lifted hand supply the place

of ev'ning sacrifice. 3 From hasty language curb my tongue, and let a constant guard Sull keep the portal of my lips

with wary silence barr'd. 4 From wicked men's designs and deeds my heart and hands restrain ; Nor let me in the booty share

of their uurighteous gain. 5 Let upright men reprove my faults, and I shall think them kind; Like balm that heals a wounded head, I their reproof shall find ; And, in return, my fervent pray'r

I shall for them address, When they are tempted and reduc'd, like me, to sore distress. 6 When skulking in Engedi's rock, I to their chiefs appeal, If one reproachful word I spoke,

when I had pow'r to kill. 7 Yet us they persecute to death ; our scatter'd ruins lie As thick as from the hewer's axe

the sever'd splinters fly. 8 But, Lord, to thee I still direct

my supplicating eyes, O leave not destitute my soul,

whose trust on thee relies. 9 Do thou preserve me from the snares that wicked hands have laid ; Let them in their own nets be caught, while my escape is made.

PSALM CXLII. TO God, with mournful voice,

in deep distress I pray'd ; Made him the umpire of my cause, my wrongs before him laid. 3 Thou didst my steps direct,

when my griev'd soul despair'd; For where I thought to walk secure they had their traps prepar'd. 4 I look'd, but found no friend

to own me in distress; All refuge fail'd, no man vouchsaf'd his pity or redress. 5 To God at last I pray'd ;

thou, Lord, my refuge art, My portion in the land of life,

till life itself depart. 6 Reduc'd to greatest straits,

to thee I make my moan ; O save me from oppressing foes, for me too pow'rful grown. 7 That I may praise thy name,

my soul from prison bring ; Whilst of thy kind regard to me

assembled saints shall sing.

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ORD, hear my pray'r, and to my cry thy wonted audience lend ;

a gracious answer send. 2 Nor at thy strict tribunal bring thy servant to be tried; For in thy sight no living man

can e'er be justified. 3 The spiteful foe pursues my life, whose comforts all are filed; He drives me into caves as dark

as mansions of the dead.

4 My spirit therefore is o'erwhelm'd,
My mournful heart grows desolate,
5 I call to mind the days of old,
My former dangers and escapes
6 To thee my hands in humble pray'r
My soul for thy refreshment thirsts,
7 Hear me with speed ; my spirit fails ;
Lest I become forlorn, like them
8 Thy kindness early let me hear,
Teach me the way where I should go ;
9 Do thou, O Lord, from all my foes
A safe retreat against their
10 Thou art my God, thy righteous will
Let thy good spirit lead and keep
11 O! for the sake of thy great name,
For thy truth's sake, to me, distress'd,
12 In pity to my suff'rings, Lord,
Slay them that persecute a soul

and sinks within my breast ; with heavy woes opprest. and wonders thou hast wrought: employ my musing thought. I feryently stretch out; likelandoppress’dwith drought thy face no longer hide, that in the grave reside. whose trust on thee depends ; my soul to thee ascends. preserve and set me free ; my soul implores from thee. instruct me to obey ; my soul in thy right way. revive my drooping heart; thy promis'd aid impart. reduce my foes to shame; devoted to thy name.


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PSALM CXLIV. NOR ever bless'd be God the Lord, who does his ncedful aid impart,

At once both strength and skill afford, to wield my arms with warlike art. 2 His goodness is my fort and tow'r, my strong deliv'rance and my shield; In him I trust, whose matchless pow'r makes to my sway fierce nations yield. 3 Lord, what's in man, that thou should'st love of him such tendercare totake? What in his offspring could thee move such great account of him to make? 4 The life of man does quickly fade, his thoughts but empty are and vain, His days are like a flying shade, of whose short stay no signs remain. 5 In solemn state, O God, descend, whilst heav'n its lofty head inclines; The smoking hills asunder rend, • of thy approach the awful signs. 6 Discharge thy awful lightnings round, and make thy scatter'd focs retreat; Then with thy pointed arrows wound, and their destruction soon complete. 7,8 Do thou, O Lord, from heav'n engage thy boundless pow'rmyfoesto quell, And snatch me from the stormy rage of threat’ning waves, that proudly swell. Fight thou against my foreign foes, who utter speeches false and vain;[tain. Who, tho’in solemn leagues they close, their sworn engagements ne'ermain. 9 So I to thee, O King of kings, in new made hymns my voice shall raise, And instruments of many strings shall help me thus to sing thy praise : 10 “God does to kings his aid afford, to them his sure salvation sends; * 'Tis he that from the murd'ring sword his servant David still defends." 11 Fight thou against my foreign foes, who utter speeches false and vain ; Who, though in solemn leagues they close, their sworn engagements ne'er

maintain. 12 Thenouryoung sonsliketreesshallgrow,well plantedin some fruitfulplace; Our daughters shall like pillars show, design'd some royal court to grace. 13 Our garners, filld with various store, shall us and ours with plenty feed; Our sheep, increasing more and inore,shallthousandsand ten thousands breed. 14 Strong shall our lab'ring oxen grow, nor in their constant labour faint ; Whilst we no war nor slay’ry know, and in our streets hear no complaint. 15 Thrice happy is that people's case whose various blessings thus abound; Who God's true worship still embrace, and are with his protection crowu'd.

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