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11 Whilst pride's insulting foot would spurn, Like fat of lambs, their hopes, and they,

And wicked hands my life surprise, Shall in an instant melt away,
12 Their mischiefs on themselves return; And vanish into smoke and air.
Down, down they're fall'n, no more to rise.


21 While sinners, brought to sad decay,

Still borrow on, and never pay, THOUGH wicked men grow rich or great,

The just have will and power to give; Yet let not their successful state

22 For such as God vouchsafes to bless, Thy anger or thy envy raise;

Shall peaceably the earth possess; 2 For they, cut down like tender


And those he curses shall not live. Or like young flowers, away shall pass,

23 The good man's way is God's delight; Whose blooming beauty soon decays. He orders all the steps aright 3 Depend on God, and him obey,

Of him that moves by his command; So thou within the land shalt stay,

24 Though he sometimes may be distress'd, Secure from danger and from want :

Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd; Make his commands thy chief delight;

For God upholds him with his hand. And he, thy duty to requite, Shall all thy earnest wishes grant.

25 From my first youth, till age prevail'de

I never saw the righteous fail'd, 5 In all thy ways trust thou the Lord,

Or want o'ertake his nuni'rous race; And he will needful help afford,

26 Because compassion fill'd his heart, To perfect every just design;

And he did cheerfully impart, 6 He'll make, like light, serene and clear,

God made his offspring's wealth increase. Thy clouded innocence appear,

27 With caution shun each wicked deed, And as a mid-day sun to shine.

In virtue's ways with zeal proceed, 7 With quiet mind on God depend,

And so prolong your happy days; And patiently for him attend;

28 For God, who judgment loves, does still Nor let thy anger fondly rise,

Preserve his saints secure from ill, Though wicked men with wealth abound,

While soon the wicked race decays. And with success the plots are crown'd,

29, 30, 31 The upright shall possess the land; Which they maliciously devise.

His portion shall for ages stand; 8 From anger cease, and wrath forsake;

His mouth with wisdom is supply'd ; Let no ungovern'd passion make

His tongue by rules of judgment moves ; Thy wav'ring heart espouse their crime; His heart the law of God approves; 9 For God shall sinful men destroy;

Therefore his footsteps never slide.
Whilst only they the land enjoy,
Who trust on him, and wait his time.

10 How soon shall wicked men decay! 32 In wait the watchful sinner lies,
Their place shall vanish quite away,

In vain the righteous to surprise; Nor by the strictest search be found;

In vain his ruin does decree: 11 Whilst humble souls possess the earth, 33 God will not him defenceless leave, Rejoicing still with godly mirth,

To his revenge expos’d, but save; With peace and plenty always crown'd.

And, when he's sentenc'd, set him free. PART II.

34 Wait still on God; keep his command,

And thou, exalted in the land, 12 While sinful crowds, with false design, Thy bless'd possession ne'er shall quit: Against the righteous few combine,

The wicked soon destroy'd shall be, And gnash their teeth and threat'ming stand; And at his dismal tragedy 13 God shall their empty plots deride,

Thou shalt a safe spectator sit. And laugh at their defeated pride:

35 The wicked l in power have seen, He sees their ruin near at hand.

And, like a bay tree, fresh and green, 14 They draw the sword, and bend the bow,

That spreads its pleasant branches round: The poor and needy to o'erthrow,

36 But he was gone as swift as thought; And men of upright lives to slay;

And, though in every place I sought, 15 But their strong bow shall soon be broke, No sign or track of him I found. Their sharpen'd weapon's mortal stroke 37 Observe the perfect man with care, Through their own hearts shall force its And mark all such as upright are; way.

Their roughest days in peace shall end. 16 A little, with God's favour bless'd,

38 While on the latter end of those That's by one righteous man possess'd, Who dare God's sacred will oppose, The wealth of many bad excels;

A common ruin shall attend. 17 For God supports the just man's cause; 39 God to the just will aid afford; But as for those that break his laws,

Their only safeguard is the Lord; Their unsuccessful power he quells.

Their strength in time of need is he: 18 His constant care the upright guides, 40 Because on him they still depend, And over all their life presides ;

The Lord will timely succour send, Their portion shall for ever last :

And from the wicked set them free. 19 They, when distress o'erwhelms the earth, Shall be unmov'd, and even in dearth,

PSALM XXXVIII. The happy fruits of plenty taste.

"HY chast’ning wrath, O Lord, restrain, 20 Not so the wicked man, and those Who proudly dare God's will oppose;

Nor let at once on me the storm Destruction is their haplegs share:

Of thy displeasure fal.

2 In every wretched part of me

13 My heart did glow with working thoughts, Thy arrows deep remain;

And no repose could take; Thy heavy hand's afflicting weight

Till strong reflection fann'd the fire, i cap no more sustain.

And thus at length I spake : 3 My flesh is one continued wound, 4 Lord, let me know my term of days, Thy wrath so fiercely glows;

How soon my life will end : Betwixt my punishment and guilt

The num'rous train of ills disclose, My bones have no repose.

Which this frail state attend. 4 My sins, which to a deluge swell,

5 My life, thou know'st, is but a spau; My sinking head o’erflow,

A cypher sums my years ; And, for my feeble strength to bear,

And every man, in best estate, Too vast a burden grow.

But vanity appears. 5 Stench and corruption fill my wounds; 6 Man, like a shadow, vainly walks, My folly's just return;

With fruitless cares oppress'd; 6 With trouble I am warp'd and bow'd, He heaps up wealth, but cannot tell And all day long I mourn.

By whom 'twill be possess'd. 7 A loath'd disease afflicts my loins,

7 Why then should I on worthless toys Infecting every part;

With anxious cares attend?
8 With sickness worn, I groan and roar On thee alone my steadfast hope
Through anguish of me heart.

Shall ever, Lord, depend.

8, 9 Forgive my sins ; nor let me scorn'd 9 But, Lord, before thy searching eyes By foolish sinners be; All my desires appear;

For Iwas dumb, and murmur'd not,
And sure my groans have been too loud, Because 'twas done by thee.
Not to have reach'd thine ear.

10 The dreadtul buro of thy wrath
10 My beart's oppress'd, my strength decay'd, In mercy soon remove;
My eyes de priv'd of light;

Lest my frail Aesh, too weak to bear 11 Friends, lovers, kinsmen gaze aloof

The heavy load should prove. On such a dismal sight.

11 For when thou chast'nest man for sin, 12 Meanwhile, the foes that seek my life Thou mak'st his beauty fade, Their snares to take me set;

(So vain a thing is he) like cloth Vent slanders, and contrive all day

By fretting months decay’d. To forge some new deceit:

12 Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears, 13 But I, as if both deai and dumb,

And listen to my prayer, Nor heard, nor once reply'd;

Who sojourn like a stranger here, 14 Quite deaf and dumb, like one whose As all my fathers were. tongue

13 O! spare me yet a little time; With conscious guilt is ty’d.

My wasted strength restore, 15 For, Lord, to thee I do appeal,

Before I vanish quite from hence, My innocence to clear ;

And shall be seen no more. Assur'd that thou, the righteous God,

PSALM XL. My injur'd cause wilt hear.

meekly for the Lord, “ A spiteful joy display ;

Who did his gracious ear afford, “ Insulting, if they see my foot

And heard from heaven my humble cry: “ But once to go astray.”

2 He took me from the dismal pit, 17 And, with continual grief oppress’d, When founder'd deep in miry clay; To sink I now begin;

On solid ground he plac'd my feet, 18 To thee, O Lord, I will confess,

And suffer'd not my steps to stray, To thee bewail my sin.

3 The wonders he for me has wrought 19 But whilst I languish, my proud foes Shall fill my mouth with songs of praise; Their strength and vigour boast;

And others, to his worship brought, And they that hate me without cause

To hopes of like deliv'rance raise. Are grown a dreadful host.

4 For blessings shall that man reward, 20 Even they whom I oblig'd, return

Who on th' Almighty Lord relies; My kindness with despite;

Who treats the proud with disregard, And are my enemies, because

And hates the hypocrite's disguise. I choose the path that's right.

5 Who can the wondrous works recount 21 Forsake me not, O Lord my God,

Which thou, O God, for us has wrought? Nor far from me depart;

The treasures of thy love surmount 22 Make haste to my relief, () thou,

The power of numbers, speech, and thought. Who my salvation art.

6 I've learnt that thou hast not desir'd PSALM XXXIX.

OX'rings and sacrifice alone;

Nor blood of guiltless beasts requir'd ESOLV'D to watch o'er all my ways, For man's transgression to atone.

7 I therefore come come to fulfil I curb’d my hasty words when I

The oracles thy books impart; The wicked prosp'rous saw.

8 "Tis ny delight to do thy will; 2 Like one that's dumb, 1 silent stood,

Thy law is written in my heart. And did my tongue refrain

PART II. Fiom good discourse; but that restraint 9 In full assemblies I have told Increas'd my inward pain.

Thy wuth and righteousness at large;

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PSALM 41, 42, 43.

19 Nor did, thou know'st, my lips withhold Has me, whose daily guest he was,

From uttering what thou gav`st in charge: With open scorn defy'd.
10 Nor kept within my breast confin'd 10 But thou my sad and wretched state,
Thy faithfulness and saving grace;

In mercy, Lord, regard;
But preach'd thy love, for ali design'd, And raise me up, that all their crimos

That all might that, and truth, embrace. May meet their just reward.
11 Then let those mercies I declar'd 11 Bỳ this I know thy gracious ear
To others, Lord, extend to me;

Is open, when I call;
Thy loving-kindness my reward,

Because thou suffer'st not my foes
Thy truth my safe protection be.

To triumph in my fall. 12 For I with troubles am distress'd,

12 Thy tender care secures my life
Too numberless for me to bear;

From danger and disgrace;
Nor less with loads of guilt oppress'd, And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still

That plunge and sink me to despair. Before thy glorious face.
As soon, alas! may I recount

13 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God
The hairs of this afflicted head;

From age to age be bless'd;
My vanquish'd courage they surmount, And all the people's glad applause
And fill my drooping soul with dread. With loud Amens express’d.


S pants the hart for cooling streanas, 13 But, Lord, to my relief draw near,

For never was more pressing need; So longs piy soul, o God, for thee, In my deliv'rance, Lord, appear,

And thy refreshing grace. And add to that delivérance speed. 2 For thee, my God, the living God, 14 Confusion on their heads return,

My thirsty soul doth pine ; Who to destroy my soul combine; O! when shall I behold thy face, Let them, defeated, blush and mourn, Thou Majesty Divine? Ensnar'd in their own vile design.

3 Tears are my constant food, while thus 15 Their doom let desolation be,

Insulting foes upbraid; With shame their malice be repaid, “ Deluded wretch! where's now thy God? Who mock'd my confidence in thee,

“ And where his promis'd aid?" And sport of my affliction made.

4 I sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts 16 While those who humbly seek thy face, Those happy days present,

To joyful triumphs shall be rais'd; When I, with troops of pious friends And all who prize thy saving grace,

Thy temple did frequent. With me resound, The Lord be prais'd. When I advanc'd with songs of praise, 17 Thus, wretched though I am and poor, My solemn vows to pay,

Of me th’ Almighty Lord takes care; And led the joyful sacred throng,
Thou God, who only can'st restore,

That kept the festal day.
To my relief with speed repair.

5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?

Trust God; who will employ

His aid for thee, and change these sighs
CAPPY the man whose tender care

To thankful hymns of joy.

6 My soul's cast down, o God! but thinks When troubles compass him around,

On thee and Sion still;
The Lord shall give him rest.

From Jordan's bank, from Hermon's heights, 2 The Lord his life, with blessings crown'd, And Mizar's humbler hill. In safety shall prolong;

7 One trouble calls another on, And disappoint the will of those

And, gath’ring o'er my head,
That seek to do him wrong.

Fall spouting down, till round my soul 3 If he in languishing estate,

A roaring sea is spread.
Oppress'd with sickness lie;

8 But when thy presence, Lord of life, The Lord will easy make his bed,

Has once dispell'd this storm,
And inward strength supply.

To thee I'll midnight anthems sing, 4 Secure of this, to thee, my God,

And all my vows perform.
I thus my prayer address'd;

9 God of my strength, how long shall I, “ Lord, for thy mercy, heal nay soul,

Like one forgotten, mourn; “Though I have much transgress’d.” Forlorn, forsaken, and expos'd 5 My cruel foes, with sland'rous words, To my oppressor's scorn? Attempt to wound my fame;

10 My heart is pierc'd, as with a sword, " When shall he die," say they, “and men While thus my foes upbraid : “ Forget his very name !"

“ Vain boaster, where is now thy God? 6 Suppose they formal visits make,

" And where his promis'd aid?" 'Tis all but empty show;

11 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? They gather mischief in their hearts,

Hope still; and thou shalt sing
And vent it where they go.

The praise of him who is thy God,
7,8 With private whispers, such as these, Thy health's eternal spring.
To hurt me they devise:

PSALM XLIII. « A sore disease afficts him now;

UST Judge of heav'n, against my foes “ He's fall'n, no more to rise."

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2 Since thon art still my only stay,

115 Confusion strikes me bind; my face Why leav'st thou me in deep distress? In conscious shame I hide; Why go I mourning all the day,

16 While we are scoff’d, and God blasphem'd. Whilst me insulting foes oppress?

By their licentious pride. 3 Let me with light and truth be blest;

Be these my guides to lead the way, 17 On us this heap of woes is fallo;
Till on thy holy hill I rest,

All this, we have endur'd;
And in thy sacred temple pray.

Yet have not, Lord, renounc'd thy name, 4 T'hen will I there fresh altars raise

Or faith to thee abjur'd: To God, who is my only joy ;

18 But in thy righteous paths have kept And well-tun'd harps, with songs of praise, Our hearts and steps with care;

Shall all my grateful hours employ. 19 Though thou hast broken all our strength, 5 Why then cast down, my soul? and why And we almost despair.

So much oppress'd with anxious care? 20 Could we, forgetting thy great name, On God, thy God, for aid rely,

On other gods rely, Who will thy ruin'd state repair.

21 And not the Seacher of all hearts PSALM XLIV.

The treach'rous crime descry?

22 Thou see'st what suff'rings, for thy sake, O Lord, our fathers oft have told

We every day sustain ;
In our attentive ears,

All slaughter'd, or reserv'd like sheep
Thy wonders, in their days perform’d, Appointed to be slain.
And elder times than theurs :

23 Awake, arise; let seeming sleep
2 How thou, to plant them here, didst drive No longer thee detain;
The heathen from this land,

Nor let us, Lord, who sue to thee, Dispeopled by repeated strokes.

For ever sue in vain. Of thy avenging hand.

24 O! wherefore hidest thou thy face 3 For not their courage, nor their sword, From our afflicted state, To them possession gave;

25 Whose souls and bodies sink to earth Nor strength, that from unequal force

With grief's oppressive weight. Their fainting troops could save:

26 Arise, O Lord, and timely haste But thy right hand, and powerful arm,

To our deliv’rance make; Whose succour they implor'd;

Redeem us, Lord; if not for ours, Thy presence with the chosen race,

Yet for thy mercy's sake. Who tay great name ador'd.

PSALM XLV. 4 As thee their God our fathers own'd, Thou art our sov’reign King;

THILE I the King's loud praise rehearse, 0! therefore, as thou didst to them, To us delivrance bring.

My tongue is like the pep of him 5 Through thy victorious name, our arms,

That writes with ready art. The proudest foes shall quell;

2 How matchless is thy form, O King! And crush them with repeated strokes, Thy mouth with grace o'erflows : As oft as they rebel.

Because fresh blessings God on thee 6 I'll neither trust my bow nor sword,

Eternally bestows. When I in fight engage;

3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty Prince; 7 But thee, who hast our foes su ladu'd, And clad in rich array, And sham'd their spiteful rage.

With glorious ornaments of power, 8 To thee the triumph we ascribe,

Majestic pomp display. From whom the conquest came:

4 Ride on in state, and still protect In God we will rejoice all day,

The meek, the just, and true; And ever bless his name.

Whilst thy right hand, with swift revenge,

Does all thy foes pursue.

5 How sharp thy weapons are to them 9 But thou hast cast us off; and now

T'hat dare thy power despise! Most shamefully we yield;

Down, down they fall, while through their For thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead

heart Our armies to the field:

The feather'd arrow fies.
10 Since when, to every upstart foe. 6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fix'd,
We turn our backs in fight;

For ever to endure ;
And with our spoil their malice feast, Thy sceptre's sway shall always last,
Who bear us ancient spite.

By righteous laws secure.
11 To slaughter doom'd, we fall, like sheep, Because thy heart, by justice led,
Into their butch’ring hands;

Did upright ways approve,
Or (what's more wretched yet) survive, And hated still the crooked paths,
Dispers’d through heathen lands.

Where wand'ring sinners rove;
12 Thy people thou hast sold for slaves, Therefore did, God, thy God, on thee
And set their price so low,

The oil of gladness shed; That not thy treasure, by the sale,

And has, above thy fellows round, But their disgrace, may grow.

Advanc'd thy lofty head. 13, 14 Reproach'd by all the nations round, 8 With cassia, aloes, and myrrh, The heathen's by-word grown;

Thy royal robes abound; Whose scorn of us is both in speech

Which, from the stately wardrobe brought, And mocking gestures, shown.

Spread grateful odours round.

W Indited by my heart,





9 Among the honourable train

Did princely virgins wait;
The queen was plac'd at thy right hand,

O All ye people, clap your hands,
In golden robes of state.

No force the mighty power withstands PART II.

Of God, the universal King.

3, 4 He shall opposing nations quell, 10 But thou, O royal bride, give ear,

And with success our battles fight; And to my words attend;

Shall fix the place where we must dwell, Forget thy native country now,

The pride of Jacob his delight. And every former friend.

5, 6 God is gone up, our Lord and King, 11 So shall thy beauty charm the King, With shouts of joy, and trumpets' sound, Nor shall his love decay ;

To him repeated praises sing, For he is now become thy Lord;

And let the cheerful song rebound. To him due rev'rence pay.

17, 8 Your utmost skill in praise be shown, 12 The Tyrian matrons, rich and proud, For him who all the world commands, Shall humble presents make;

Who sits upon his righteous throne, And all the wealthy nations sue

And spreads his sway o'er heathen lands. Thy favour to partake.

9 Our chiefs and tribes that far from hence 13 The King's fair Daughter's fairer soul To serve the God of Abr'am came, All inward graces fill;

Found him their constant sure defence : Her raiment is of purest gold,

How great and glorious is his name! Adorn'd with costly skill.

PSALM XLVIII. 14 She in her nuptial garments dress’d, With needles riehly wrought,

"HE Lord, the only God, is great, Attended by her virgin train,

And greatly to be prais'd Shall to the King be brought.

In Sion, on whose happy mount, 15 With all the state of solemn joy

His sacred throne is rais’d. The triumph moves along;

2 Her towers, the joy of all the earth, Till, with wide gates, the royal court

With beauteous prospect rise; Receives the pompous throng.

On her north side ih' Almighty King's 16 Thou, in tby royal Father's room,

Imperial city lies. Must princely sons expect;

3 God in her palaces is known; Whom thou to diff'rent realms may'st sens, His presence is her guard : To govern and protect ;

4 Confed'rate kings withdrew their siege, 17 Whilst this my song to future times And of success despair’d. Transmits thy glorious name;

5 They view'd her walls, admir'd, and fled, And makes the world, with one consent, With grief and terror struck; Thy lasting praise proclaim.

6 Like women, whom the sudden pangs

Of travail bad o'ertook.

7 No wretched crew of mariners

Appear like them forlorn,

When fleets from Tarshish' wealthy coasts A present help when dangers press; By eastern winds are torn. In him, undaunted, we'll confide;

8 In Sion we have seen perform'd 2, 3 Though earth were from her centre tost, A work that was foretold, And mountains in the ocean lost,

In pledge that God, for times to come, Torn peace-meal by the roaring tide. His city will uphold. 4 A gentler stream with gladness still 9 Not in our tortresses and walls The city of our Lord shall fill,

Did we, O God, confide; The royal seat of God most high :

But on the temple fix'd our hopes, 5 God dwells in Sion, whose fair towers

In which thou dost reside. Shall mock th' assaults of earthly powers,

10 According to thy Sov'reign name, While his Almighty aid is nigh.

Thy praise through earth extends ; 6 In tumults when the heathen rag'd, Thy powerful arm, as justice guides, And kingdoms war against us wag d,

Chastises or defends. He thunder'd, and dispers’d their powers:

11 Let Sion's mount with joy resound; 7 The Lord of hosts conducts our arms, Her daughters all be taught Our tower of refuge in alarms,

In songs his judgments to extol, Our fathers' Guardian-God and ours. Who this deliv'rance wrought. 8 Come, see the wonders he hath wrought, 12 Compass her walls in solemn pompi On earth what desolation brought;

Your eyes quite round her cast; How he has calm’d the jarring world: Count all her towers, and see if there. 9 He broke the warlike spear and bow; You find one stone displac'd. With them their thund'ring chariots too

13 Her forts and palaces survey; Into devouring flames were hurl'd.

Observe their order well; 10 Submit to God's Almighty sway ; That, with assurance, to your heirs For him the heathen shall obey,

His wonders you may tell. And earth her Sov'reign Lord confess : 14 This God is ours, and will be ours, 11 The God of hosts conducts our arms,

Whilst we in him confide; Our tower of refuge in alarms,

Who, as he has preserv'd us now, As to our fathers in distress.

Till death will be our guide.


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