The Sixth Part.

43 Our factious tribes, at strife till now, By God's appointment me obey; The heathen to my sceptre bow, And foreign nations own my sway. 44 Remotest realms their homage send, When my successful name they hear; Strangers for my commands attend, Charm'd with respect, or aw'd by fear. 45 All to my summons tamely yield,

Or soon in battle are dismay'd; For stronger holds they quit the field, And still in strongest holds afraid. 46 Let the eternal Lord be prais'd,

The rock on whose defence I rest; O'er highest heav'ns his Name be rais'd, Who me with his salvation blest. 47 'Tis God that still supports my right,

His just revenge my foes pursues; "Tis he that with resistless might Fierce nations to my yoke subdues. 48 My universal safeguard he,

From whom my lasting honours flow; He made me great, and set me free From my remorseless bloody foe. 49 Therefore to celebrate his fame

My grateful voice to heav'n I'll raise; And nations, strangers to his Name, Shall thus be taught to sing his praise: 50 God to his king deliv'rance sends, Shews his anointed signal grace;

His

mercy_evermore extends To David and his promis'd race.

PSALM XIX.

1T Which that alone can fill;
THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord,

The firmament and stars express
Their great Creator's skill.

2 The dawn of each returning day
Fresh beams of knowledge brings;
And from the dark returns of night
Divine instruction springs.

3 Their pow'rful language to no realm
Or region is confin'd;

'Tis nature's voice, and understood Alike by all mankind.

4 Their doctrine does its sacred sense

Through earth's extent display; Whose bright contents the circling sun Does round the world convey.

5 No bridegroom on his nuptial day
Has such a cheerful face;
No giant does like him rejoice
To run his glorious race.

6 From east to west, from west to east,
His restless course he goes;

And through his progress cheerful light And vital warmth bestows.

The Second Part.

7 God's perfect law converts the soul,
Reclaims from false desires;

With sacred wisdom his sure word
The ignorant inspires.

8 The statutes of the Lord are just,
And bring sincere delight;

His pure commands, in search of truth,
Assist the feeblest sight.

9 His perfect worship here is fix'd,
On sure foundations laid;
His equal laws are in the scales
Of truth and justice weigh'd.
10 Of more esteem than golden mines,
Or gold refin'd with skill;

More sweet than honey, or the drops That from the comb distil. 11 My trusty counsellors they are, And friendly warnings give; Divine rewards attend on those Who by thy precepts live.

12 But what frail man observes how oft He does from virtue fall?

O cleanse me from my secret faults,
Thou God that know'st them all!
13 Let no presumptuous sin, O Lord,
Dominion have o'er me;

That, by thy grace preserv'd, I may
The great transgression flee.
14 So shall my pray'r and praises be
With thy acceptance blest;
And I secure on thy defence,
My strength and saviour, rest.

PSALM XX.

Tand hear thee in distress;
HE Lord to thy request attend,

The Name of Jacob's God defend,
And grant thy arms success.
2 To aid thee from on high repair,
And strength from Sion give;
3 Remember all thy off'rings there,
Thy sacrifice receive.

4 To compass thy own heart's desire,
Thy counsels still direct;
Make kindly all events conspire
To bring them to effect.

5 To thy salvation, Lord, for aid
We cheerfully repair,

With banners in thy Name display'd, The Lord accept thy pray'r.

6 Our hopes are fix'd, that now the Lord Our Sov'reign will defend;

From heav'n resistless aid afford,
And to his pray'r attend.

7 Some trust in steeds for war design'd,
On chariots some rely;
Against them all we'll call to mind
The pow'r of God most high.

8 But from their steeds and chariots thrown,

Behold them through the plain, Disorder'd, broke, and trampled down, Whilst firm our troops remain.

9 Still save us, Lord, and still proceed
Our rightful cause to bless;
Hear, King of heav'n, in times of need,
The pray'rs that we address.

PSALM XXI.

THE king, O Lord, with songs of

Shall in thy strength rejoice;
With thy salvation crown'd, shall raise
To heav'n his cheerful voice.
2 For thou, whate'er his lips request,
Not only dost impart;

But hast with thy acceptance blest
The wishes of his heart.

3 Thy goodness and thy tender care
Have all his hopes outgone;

A crown of gold thou mak'st him wear, And sett'st it firmly on.

4 He pray'd for life, and thou, O Lord, Didst to his prayer attend; And graciously to him afford

A life that ne'er shall end.

5 Thy sure defence through nations round
Has spread his glorious name;
And his successful actions crown'd
With majesty and fame.

6 Eternal blessings thou bestow'st,
And mak'st his joys increase;

Whilst thou to him unclouded show'st The brightness of thy face.

The Second Part.

7 Because the king on God alone
For timely aid relies ;

His mercy still supports his throne,
And all his wants supplies.

8 But, righteous Lord, thy stubborn foes
Shall feel thy dreadful hand;
Thy vengeful arm shall find out those
That hate thy mild command.

9 When thou against them dost engage,
Thy just but dreadful doom
Shall, like a glowing oven's rage,
Their hopes and them consume.
10 Nor shall thy furious anger cease,
Or with their ruin end;
But root out all their guilty race,
And to their seed extend.

11 For all their thoughts were set on ill, Their hearts on malice bent;

But thou, with watchful care, didst still
The ill effects prevent.

12 While they their swift retreat shall make
To 'scape thy dreadful might,
Thy swifter arrows shall o'ertake,
And gall them in their flight.

13 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous strength dis-
And thus exalt thy fame; [close,
Whilst we glad songs of praise compose
To thy almighty Name.

PSALM XXII.

MY God, my God, why leav'st thou with anguish faint? [me

O why so far from me remov'd,
And from my loud complaint?
2 All day, but all the day unheard,
To thee do I complain;

With cries implore relief all night,
But cry all night in vain.

3 Yet thou art still the righteous Judge Of innocence oppress'd;

And therefore Israel's praises are
Of right to thee address'd.

4, 5 On thee our ancestors relied,
And thy deliv'rance found;
With pious confidence they pray'd,
And with success were crown'd.
6 But I am treated like a worm,
Like none of human birth;
Not only by the great revil'd,

But made the rabble's mirth.

7 With laughter all the gazing crowd
My agonies survey;

They shoot the lip, they shake the head,
And thus deriding say :

8 In God he trusted, boasting oft

That he was Heav'n's delight:

Let God come down to save him now,
And own his favourite.

The Second Part.

9 Thou mad'st my teeming mother's womb A living offspring bear;

When but a suckling at the breast
I was thy early care.

10 Thou, guardian-like, didst shield from
My helpless infant days; [wrongs
And since hast been my God and guide
Through life's bewilder'd ways.

11 Withdraw not then so far from me,
When trouble is so nigh;

O send me help! thy help, on which
I only can rely.

12 High-pamper'd bulls, a frowning herd, From Basan's forest met,

Have me around beset.

13 They gape on me, and ev'ry mouth

A yawning grave appears ;
The desert lion's savage roar
Less dreadful is than their's.

The Third Part.

14 My blood like water's spill'd, my joints
Åre rack'd and out of frame;
My heart dissolves within my breast,
Like wax before the flame.

15 Mystrength like potter's earth is parch'd,
My tongue cleaves to my jaws;
And to the silent shades of death
My fainting soul withdraws.

16 Like blood-hounds, to surround me, they
In pack'd assemblies meet;
They pierc'd my inoffensive hands,
They pierc'd my harmless feet.

17 My body's rack'd, till all my bones
Distinctly may be told:

Yet such a spectacle of woe
As pastime they behold.

18 As spoil, my garments they divide,
Lots for my vesture cast:

19 Therefore approach, O Lord, my strength, And to my succour haste.

20 From their sharp sword protect thou me, Of all but life bereft;

Nor let my darling in the pow'r
Of cruel dogs be left.

21 To save me from the lion's jaws
Thy present succour send;
As once from goring unicorns
Thou didst my life defend.
22 Then to my brethren I'll declare
The triumphs of thy Name;
In presence of assembled saints
Thy glory thus proclaim:

23 Ye worshippers of Jacob's God,
All of Israel's line,
you

praise the Lord, and to your praise Sincere obedience join.

24 He ne'er disdain'd on low distress

To cast a gracious eye;

Nor turn'd from poverty his face,
But hears its humble cry.

The Fourth Part.

25 Thus in thy sacred courts will I
My cheerful thanks express;
In presence of thy saints perform
The vows of my distress.

26 The meek companions of my grief Shall find my table spread;

And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.

To God their homage pay;

And scatter'd nations of the earth
One sov'reign Lord obey.

28 'Tis his supreme prerogative

O'er subject kings to reign;

'Tis just that he should rule the world,
Who does the world sustain.

29 The rich, who are with plenty fed,
His bounty must confess;
The sons of want, by him reliev'd,
Their gen'rous patron bless.

With humble worship to his throne
They all for aid resort; [gave,
That pow'r, which first their beings
Can only them support.

30, 31 Then shall a chosen spotless race, Devoted to his Name,

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To their admiring heirs his truth And glorious acts proclaim.

TH

PSALM XXIII.

HE Lord himself, the mighty Lord,
Vouchsafes to be my guide;

The shepherd, by whose constant care
My wants are all supplied.

2 In tender grass he makes me feed, And gently there repose;

Then leads me to cool shades, and where
Refreshing water flows.

3 He does my wand'ring soul reclaim,
And, to his endless praise,
Instruct with humble zeal to walk
In his most righteous ways.
4 I pass the gloomy vale of death,
From fear and danger free;
For there his aiding rod and staff
Defend and comfort me.

5 In presence of my spiteful foes
He does my table spread,

He crowns my cup with cheerful wine,
With oil anoints my head.

6 Since God does thus his wondrous love
Through all my life extend,
That life to him I will devote,
And in his temple spend.

O who shall to that sacred hill Desir'd admittance find?

4 The man whose hands and heart are pure,

9 He those in justice guides

Who his direction seek;

And in his sacred paths shall lead The humble and the meek.

To gainful perjury.

5 This, this is he, on whom the Lord Shall show'r his blessings down, Whom God his saviour shall vouchsafe

With righteousness to crown.

6 Such is the race of saints, by whom
The sacred courts are trod;
And such the proselytes that seek
The face of Jacob's God.

7 Erect your heads, eternal gates,
Unfold to entertain

The King of glory; see, he comes
With his celestial train.

8 Who is this King of glory? who?

The Lord for strength renown'd;
In battle mighty, o'er his foes
Eternal victor crown'd.

9 Erect your heads, ye gates, unfold
In state to entertain

The King of glory; see, he comes
With all his shining train.

10 Who is this King of glory? who?

The Lord of hosts renown'd;
Of glory he alone is King,
Who is with glory crown'd.

PSALM XXV.

1TO God, in whom I trust,
I lift my heart and voice;
2 O let me not be put to shame,
Nor let my foes rejoice.

3 Those who on thee rely,

Let no disgrace attend;

Be that the shameful lot of such
As wilfully offend.

4, 5 To me thy truth impart,

And lead me in thy way;

For thou art he that brings me help,
On thee I wait all day.

6 Thy mercies and thy love,
O Lord, recall to mind;
And graciously continue still,
As thou wert ever, kind.

7 Let all my youthful crimes

Be blotted out by thee;

And, for thy wondrous goodness' sake,
In mercy think on me.

8 His mercy and his truth

The righteous Lord displays,
In bringing wand'ring sinners home,
And teaching them his ways.

Both truth and mercy shine, To such as with religious hearts To his blest will incline.

The Second Part.

11 Since mercy is the grace
That most exalts thy fame,
Forgive my heinous sin, O Lord,
And so advance thy Name.

12 Whoe'er with humble fear
To God his duty pays,

Shall find the Lord a faithful guide
In all his righteous ways.

13 His quiet soul with peace

Shall be for ever blest,

And by his num'rous race the land
Successively possest.

14 For God to all his saints

His secret will imparts,

And does his gracious cov'nant write
In their obedient hearts.

15 To him I lift my eyes,

And wait his timely aid,

Who breaks the strong and treach❜rous Which for my feet was laid. [snare, 16 O turn, and all my griefs,

In mercy, Lord, redress;

For I am compass'd round with woes,
And plung'd in deep distress.

17 The sorrows of my heart

To mighty sums increase;

O from this dark and dismal state
My troubled soul release!

18 Do thou with tender eyes
My sad affliction see;
Acquit me, Lord, and from my guilt
Entirely set me free.

19 Consider, Lord, my foes,

How vast their numbers grow; What lawless force and rage they use, What boundless hate they show.

20 Protect and set my soul

From their fierce malice free;

Nor let me be asham'd, who place
My steadfast trust in thee.

21 Let all my righteous acts
To full perfection rise,
Because my firm and constant hope
On thee alone relies.

22 To Israel's chosen race
Continue ever kind;

And in the midst of all their wants
Let them thy succour find.