5 Shall they escape without thy frown? Must their devices stand?

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O! cast the haughty sinner down,
And let him know thy hand!

PSALM 56. Second Part. 0. M.
God's care of his people.

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YOD counts the sorrows of his saints,
Their groans affect his ears:
Thou hast a book for my complaints,
A bottle for my tears.

2 When to thy throne I raise my cry,
The wicked fear and flee;

So swift is pray'r to reach the sky,
So near is God to me.

3 In thee, most holy, just, and true,
I have repos'd my trust;
Nor will I fear what man can do,
The offspring of the dust.

4 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord,
Thou shalt receive my praise;
I'll sing, "How faithful is thy word!
"How righteous all thy ways!"

5 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death;
O! set thy pris'ner free:

That heart and hand, and life and breath
May be employ'd for thee.

PSALM 57. L. M.

Praise for protection, grace, and truth.

MY God, in whom are all the springs

Of boundless love, and grace unknowi Hide me beneath thy spreading wings, Till the dark cloud is overblown.

2 Up to the heav'ns I send my cry,
The Lord will my desires perform:
He sends his angels from the sky,
And saves me from the threat'ning storm.
3 Be thou exalted, O my God!

Above the heav'ns where angels dwell:
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
Let land to land thy wonders tell.

4 My heart is fix'd; my song shall raise
Immortal honours to thy name:
Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,
My tongue, the glory of my frame.

5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky:
His truth to endless years remains,
When lower worlds dissolve and die.

6 Be thou exalted, O my God!
Above the heav'ns where angels dwell:
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.

JUDGES, who rule the world by laws, Will ye despise the righteous cause, When vile oppression wastes the land? Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, And let rich sinners 'scape secure,

While gold and greatness bribe your hand?

Forgot ye then, or never knew,

That God will judge the judges too?

High in the heav'ns his justice reigns:

Yet you invade the rights of God,
And send your bold decrees abroad,
To bind the conscience in your chains.
3 A poison'd arrow is your tongue,
The arrow sharp, the poison strong,

And death attends where'er it wounds;
You hear no counsels, cries nor tears;
So the deaf adder stops her ears

Against the pow'r of charming sounds.

4 Break out their teeth, eternal God!
Those teeth of lions, dy'd in blood;

And crush the serpents in the dust:
As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rise,
Before the sweeping tempest flies,

So let their names and hopes be lost.
5 The Almighty thunders from the sky,
Their grandeur melts, their titles die,
As hills of snow dissolve and run;
Or snails that perish in their slime,
Or births that come before their time,
Vain births, that never see the sun.
6 Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord,
Safety and joy to saints afford:

And all that hear shall join and say, "Sure there's a God that rules on high, "A God that hears his children cry, "And will their suff'rings well repay."

PSALM 59. S. M.

Complaints against invading foes.

1 ROM foes that round us rise, O God of heav'n, defend;

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Who brave the vengeance of the skies,
And with thy saints contend.
2 Behold! from distant shores,
And desert wilds they come,
Combine for blood their barb'rous force,
And thro' our cities roam.

3 Beneath the silent shade,
Their secret plots they lay;
Our peaceful walls by night invade;
And waste the fields by day.
4 And will the God of grace,
Regardless of our pain,
Permit secure that impious race,
To riot in their reign?

5 In vain their secret guile,
Or open force they prove:

His eye can pierce the deepest veil;
His hand their strength remove.
6 Yet save them, Lord, from death,
Lest we forget their doom;
But drive them with thine angry breath,
Thro' distant lands to roam.

7 Then shall our grateful voice
Proclaim our guardian God;

The nations round the earth rejoice,
And sound the praise abroad.

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PSALM 60. C. M.

On a day of humiliation in war.

LORD, thou hast scourg'd our guilty

Behold thy people mourn:

Shall vengeance ever guide thy hand?
Shall mercy ne'er return?

2 Beneath the terrors of thine eye,
Earth's haughty tow'rs decay;
Thy frowning mantle spreads the sky,
And mortals melt away.

3 Our Zion trembles at thy stroke,
And dreads thy lifted hand!
O! heal the nation thou hast broke,
And save the sinking land.

4 Exalt the banner in the field,

For those that fear thy name;
From barb'rous hosts thy people shield,
And put our foes to shame.

5 Attend our armies to the fight,
And be their guardian God:

In vain shall num'rous pow'rs unite,
Against thy lifted rođ.

6 Our troops, beneath thy guiding hand,

Shall gain a glad renown: *

'Tis God who makes the feeble stand,
And treads the mighty down.

PSALM 61. First Part. S. M.
Safety in God.

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WHEN overwhelm'd with grief,
My heart within me dies;

Helpless and far from all relief,

To heav'n I lift mine eyes. 2 O lead me to the rock, And make the covert of thy wings, That's high above my head; My shelter and my shade. 3 Within thy presence, Lord,

For ever I'll abide: