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BY SAMUEL COLLINGWOOD AND CO.
Printers to the aniversity.
5 Thick clouds of wrath divine shall break
On his rebellious foes;
To all that dare oppose:
6 Though madly you dispute my will,
The King that I ordain, 2 But makes the perfect law of God Whose throne is fix'd on Sion's hill, His business and delight;
Shall there securely reign.
7 Attend, 0 earth, whilst I declare
God's uncontroll’d decree; 3 Like some fair tree, which, fed by
Thou art my Son, this day my heir streams,
Have I begotten thee.
8 Ask and receive thy full demands;
Thine shall the heathen be:
The utmost limits of the lands
Shall be possess'd by thee.
9 Thy threat'ning sceptre thou shalt shake, Like chaff before the wind.
And crush them every where;
As massy bars of iron break
The potter's brittle ware.
10 Learn then, ye princes; and give ear, No formal hypocrite shall then
Ye judges of the earth ;
11 Worship the Lord with holy fear; 6 For God approves the just man's ways, Rejoice with awful mirth.
To happiness they tend;
12 Appease the Son with due respect,
Your timely homage pay;
Lest he revenge the bold neglect,
Incens'd by your delay.
13 If but in part his anger rise, 1 ITH restless and ungovern'd rage Who can endure the flame? Why do the heathen storm?
Then blest are they whose hope relies
As they can ne'er perform?
1 COW many, Lord, of late are grown
And, as their numbers hourly rise,
So does their rage increase.
And him whom I adore;
The God in whom he trusts, say they,
Shall rescue him no more.
On thee my hopes rely;
Thou art my glory, and shalt yet
PSALM V. Lift up my head on high. 4 Since whensoe'er in like distress
Accept my secret pray’r; [plaint, To God I made my pray'r,
2 To thee alone, my King, my God, He heard me from his holy hill,
Will I for help repair. Why should I now despair?
3 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear;
And with the dawning day 5 Guarded by him, I laid me down My sweet repose to take;
To thee devoutly I'll look up, For I through him securely sleep,
To thee devoutly pray. Through him in safety wake.
4 For thou the wrongs that I sustain
Canst never, Lord, approve ; 6 No force nor fury of my foes
Who from thy sacred dwelling-place My courage shall confound,
All evil dost remove.
5 Not long shall stubborn fools remain Arise and save me, O my God,
Unpunish'd in thy view;
All such as act unrighteous things Who oft hast own'd my cause,
Thy vengeance shall pursue. And scatter'd oft these foes to me,
6 The sland'ring tongue, O God of truth, And to thy righteous laws.
By thee shall be destroy'd, 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
Who hat'st alike the man in blood He only can defend ;
And in deceit employ’d. His blessing he extends to all
7 But when thy boundless grace shall me That on his pow'r depend.
To thy lov'd courts restore,
On thee I'll fix my longing eyes,
And humbly there adore. 10
LORD, that art my righteous 8 Conduct me by thy righteous laws,
For watchful is my foe;
Therefore, O Lord, make plain the way Thou still redeem'st me from distress;
Wherein I ought to go. Have mercy, Lord, and hear.
9 Their mouth vents nothing but deceit, 2 How long will ye, O sons of men,
Their heart is set on wrong ; To blot my fame devise ?
Their throat is a devouring grave, How long your vain designs pursue,
They flatter with their tongue. And spread malicious lies ?
10 By their own counsels let them fall, 3 Consider that the righteous man
Oppress'd with loads of sin; Is God's peculiar choice;
For they against thy righteous laws And when to him I make my pray'r,
Have harden'd rebels been. He always hears my voice.
11 But let all those who trust in thee 4 Then stand in awe of his commands,
With shouts their joy proclaim; Flee ev'ry thing that's ill;
Let them rejoice whom thou preserv’st, Commune in private with your hearts,
And all that love thy Name. And bend them to his will.
12 To righteous men the righteous Lord 5 The place of other sacrifice
blessing will extend, Let righteousness supply;
And with his favour all his saints, And let your hope, securely fix'd,
As with a shield, defend. On God alone rely.
PSALM VI. 6 While worldly minds impatient grow HY dreadful anger, Lord, restrain,
More prosp'rous times to see, Still let the glories of thy face
Correct me not in thy fierce wrath, Shine brightly, Lord, on me.
Too heavy to be borne. 7 So shall my heart o’erflow with joy, 2 Have mercy, Lord, for I grow faint, More lasting and more true,
Unable to endure
Which thou alone canst cure. 8 Then down in peace I'll lay my head, 3 My tortur’d flesh distracts my mind, And take my needful rest;
Ånd fills my soul with griet; No other guard, O Lord, I crave, But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay Of thy defence possest.
To grant me thy relief?
4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat, 9 Let wicked arts and wicked men And ease my troubled soul;
Together be o'erthrown; Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake But guard the just, thou God, to whom Vouchsafe to make me whole.
The hearts of both are known. 5 For after death no more can I
10, 11 God me protects, nor only me, Thy glorious acts proclaim;
But all of upright heart; No pris’ner of the silent grave
And daily lays up wrath for those Can magnify thy Name.
Who from his laws depart. 6 Quite tir’dwith pain,with groaning faint, 12 If they persist, he whets his sword, No hope of ease I see;
His bow stands ready bent; The night, that quiets common griefs, 13 E'en now, with swift destruction wing'd, Is spent in tears by me.
His pointed shafts are sent. 7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim, 14 The plots are fruitless, which my foe My eyes with weakness close;
Unjustly did conceive; Old age o'ertakes
whilst I think 15 The pit he digg’d for me has prov'd On my insulting foes.
His own untimely grave. 8 Depart, ye wicked; in my wrongs 16 On his own head his spite returns, Ye shall no more rejoice;
Whilst I from harm am free; For God, I find, accepts my tears,
On him the violence is fall’n And listens to my voice.
Which he design’d for me. 9, 10 He hears and grants my humble 17 Therefore will I the righteous ways
And they that wish my fall, (pray'r; Of Providence proclaim;
And celebrate his Name.
PSALM VIII. O LORtPumabond sintehed, have plac'd 'O THOI, to whom all freatures bow From all my persecutors' rage
Thro' all the world how great art thou! Do thou deliver me.
How glorious is thy Name! 2 To save me from my threat’ning foe, In heav'n thy wondrous acts are sung, Lord, interpose thy pow'r;
Nor fully reckon’d there; Lest, like a savage lion, he
2 And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue My helpless soul devour.
Thy boundless praise declare. 3, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er
Thro’thee the weak confound the strong, Against his peace combine;
And crush their haughty foes; Nay, if I have not spar’d his life, And so thou quell'st the wicked throng, Who sought unjustly mine;
That thee and thine oppose. 5 Let then to persecuting foes
3 When heav'n, thy beauteous work on My soul become a prey;
Employs my wond'ring sight; [high, Let them to earth tread down my life, The moon that nightly rules the sky, In dust my honour lay.
With stars of feebler light; 6 Arise, and let thine anger, Lord, 4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st In my defence engage;
To keep him in thy mind ? Exalt thyself above my foes,
Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st And their insulting rage:
To them so wondrous kind ? Awake, awake, in my behalf,
5 Him next in pow'r thou didst create The judgment to dispense,
To thy celestial train;
O’er all thy works to reign. 7 So to thy throne adoring crowds 7 They jointly own his pow'rful sway; Shall still for justice fly;
The beasts that prey or graze;
The fish that cuts the seas. 8 Impartial Judge of all the world, 9 O thou, to whom all creatures bow I trust my cause to thee;
Within this earthly frame, According to my just deserts,
Thro' all the world how great art thou ! So let thy sentence be.
How glorious is thy Name !