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12 If they persist, he whets his sword, his bow stands ready bent; 13 Ev'n now, with swift destruction wing'd his pointed shafts are sent. 14 The plots are fruitless which my foe unjustly did conceive; 15 The pit he digg'd for me, has prov'd his own untimely grave. 16 On his own head his spite returns, whilst I from harm am free; On him the violence is fall'n,
which he design'd for me. 17 Therefore will I the righteous ways
of Providence proclaim ; I'll sing the praise of God most high, and celebrate his name.
within this earthly frame, Through all the worid how great art thou! how glorious is thy name: In heav’n thy wondrous acts are sung, nor fully reckon'd there ; 2 And yet thou mak’st the infant tongue thy boundless praise declare. Through thee the weak confound the strong and crush their haughty foes; And so thou quell'st the wicked throng, that thee and thine oppose. 3 When heav'n, thy beauteous work on high, employs my wond'ring sight; The moon, that nightly rules the sky, with stars of feebler light; 4 What’s man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st to keep him in thy mind? Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st to them so wond'rous kind? 5 Him next in pow'r thou did'st create to thy celestial train; 6 Ordain'd with dignity and state,
o'er all thy works to reign7 They jointly own his powerful sway ; the beasts that prey or graze; 8 The bird that wings its airy way ; the fish that cuts the seas. 9 O thou, to whom all creatures bow within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art thou ! how glorious is thy name!
Troll the rest mag world, thy works, thy wondrous
ke orkes declare:
2 The thought of them shall to my soul exalted pleasures bring ; Whilst to thy name, O thou Most High, triumphant praise I sing. 3 Thou mad'st my haughty foes to turn their backsin shameful flight: Struck with thy presence, down they fell, they perish'd at thy sight. 4 Against insulting foes advanc’d, thou didst my cause maintain; My right asserting from thy throne. where truth and justice reign. 5 The insolence of heathen pride
thou hast reduc'd to shame; Their wicked offspring quite destroy'd, and blotted out their name. 6 Mistaken foes, your haughty threats are to a period come ; Our city stands, which you design'd to make our common tomb. 7, 8 The Lord for ever lives, who has his righteous throne prepar'd Impartial justice to dispense,
to punish or reward. 9 God is a constant, sure defence
against oppressing rage; As troubles rise, his needful aids
in our behalf engage. 10 All those who have his goodness prov'd will in his truth confide; Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man that on his help relied. 11 Sing praises therefore to the Lord, from Sion, his abode ; Proclaim his deeds, till all the world confess no other Gods
The Second Part. 13 When he enquiry makes for blood, he'll call the poor to mind : The injur'd humble man's complaint relief from him shall find. 13 Take pity on my troubles, Lord, which spiteful foes create, Thou that has rescu'd me so oft
from death's devouring gate. 14 In Sion then I'll sing thy praise, to all that love thy name ; And, with loud shouts of grateful joy, thy saving pow'r proclaim. 15 Deep in the pit they digg'd for me, the heathen pride is laid ; Their guilty feet to their own snare are heedlessly betray'd. 16 Thus, by the just returns he makes, the mighty Lord is known; Wbile wicked men by their own plots, are shamefully o'erthrown. 17 No single sinner shall escape, by privacy obscur'd; Nor nation from his just revenge, by numbers be secur'd. 18 His suff’ring saints, when most distress'd he ne'er forgets to aid; Their expectations shall be crown'd, though for a time delay'd. 19 Arise, O Lord, assert thy pow'r, and let not man o'ercome; Descend to judgement, and pronounce the guilty heathen's doom. 20 Strike terror through the nations round, till, by consenting fear, They to each other, and themselves,
but mortal men appear.
WHY presence why withdraw'st thou, Lord, why hid'st thou now thy face,
When dismal times of deep distress, call for thy wonted grace? 2 The wicked, swell’d with lawless pride, have made the poor their prey; O let them fall by those designs
which they for others lay. 3 For straight they triumph, if success their thriving crimes attend ; And sordid wretches, whom God hates, perversely they commend. 4 To own a pow'r above themselves, their haughty pride disdains ; And therefore in their stubborn mind no thought of God remains. 5 Oppressive methods they pursuc,
and all their foes they slight; Because thy judgements unobsery'd, are far above their sight; 6 They fondly think their prosp'rous state shall unmolested be ; They think their vain designs shall thrive, from all misfortunes free. 7 Vain and deceitful is their speech, with curses fill'd, and lies ; By which the mischief of their heart they study to disguise. 8 Near public roads they lie conceal'd, - and all their art employ, The innocent and poor at once
to rifle and destroy. 9 Not lions, couching in their dens, surprise their heedless prey With greater cunning, or express more savage rage then they. 10 Sometimes they act the harmless man, and modest looks they wear; That so deceiv'd, the poor may less their sudden onset fear.
The Second Part. 11 For God, they think, no notice takes of their unrighteous deeds, He never minds the suff'ring poor, nor their oppression heeds. 11 But thou, O Lord, at length arise, stretch forth thy mighty arm; And, by the greatness of thy pow'r, defend the poor from harm. 13 No longer let the wicked vaunt, and, proudly boasting, say, “ Tush, God regards not what we do ; he never will repay.' 14 But sure thou seest, and all their deeds impartially dost try; The orphan, therefore, and the poor, on thee for aid relv.
15 Defenceless let the wicked fall, of all their strength bereft; Confound, O God, their dark designs, till no remains are left. 16 Assert thy just dominion, Lord, which shall forever stand ; Thou, who the heathen didst expel from this thy chosen land. 17 Thou hear'st the humble supplicants, that to thy throne repair ; Thou first prepar’st their hearts to pray, and then accept'st their pray'r, 18 Thou in thy righteous judgement, weigh'st the fartherless and poor; That so the tyrants of the earth
may persecute no more.
a refuge always nigh, Why should I, like a tim'rous bird to distant mountains fly? 3 Behold, the wicked bend their bow, and ready fix their dart, Lurking in ambush to destroy
the men of upright heart. 3 When once the firm assurance fails, which publick faith imparts 'Tis time for innocence to fly
from such deceitful arts. 4 The Lord hath both a temple here, and righteous throne above; Where he surveys the sons of men, and how their councils move. 5 If God the righteous, whom he loves, for trial does correct, What must the sons of violence,
whom he abhors, expect? 6 Snares, fire,and brimstone, on their heads shall in one tempest show'r; This dreadful mixture his revenge into their cup shall pour. 7 The righteous Lord will righteous deeds, with signal favour grace, And to the upright man disclose
the brightness of his face.
Por scarce these wretched times afford one just and faithful friend. 2 One ncighbour now can scarce believe what t'other does impart; With flatt’ring lips they all deceive, and with a double heart. 3 But lips that with deceit abound can never prosper long; God's righteous vengeance will confound the proud blaspheming
tongue. 4 In vain those foolish boasters say, “Qurtongues are sure ourown; « With doubtful words we'll still betray and be controlld by none." 5 For God, who hears the suff’ring poor, and their oppression knows, Will soon arise and give them rest, in spite of all their foes. 6 The word of God shall still abide, and void of falsehood be, As is the silver, sev'n times tried,
from drossy mixture free. 7 The promise of his aiding grace shall reach its purpos'd end; His servants from this faithless race he ever shall defend, 8 Then shall the wicked be perplex'd. nor know which way to fly; When those whom they despis'd and vex’d, shall be advanc'd on high.
How long wilt thou withdraw from me, oh, never to return ? 2 How long shall anxious thoughts my soul, and grief my heart oppress? How long my enemies insult,
and I have no redress 3 Oh! hear, and to my longing eyes restore thy wonted light, And suddenly, or I shall sleep
in everlasting night.
4 Restore me, lest they proudly boast 'twas their own strength o'ercame; Permit not them that vex my soul
to triumph in my shame. 5 Since I have always plac'd my trust beneath thy mercy's wing, Thy saving health will come ; and then my heart with joy shall spring. 6 Then shall my song, with praise inspir'd, to thee my God ascend Who to thy servant in distress
such bounty didst extend.
Corrupt and lewd their practice grows; nobreast is warm’d with holyflame. 2 The Lord look'd down from heav’n’s high tower, and all the sons of men To see if any own’d his pow'r; if any truth or justice knew. [did view, 3 But all, he saw, were gone aside, all were degen’rate grown and base, None took religion for their guide,
not one of all the sinful race. 4 But can these workers of deceit be all so dull and senseless grown, That they, like bread my people eat, and God's almighty pow'rdisown? 5 How will they tremble then for fear, when his just wrath shall them o'ertake? For to the righteous, God is near, and never will their cause forsake. 6 Ill men, in vain, with scorn expose those methods which the good pursue; Since God a refuge is for those, whom his just eyes with favour view. 7 Would he his saving pow'r employ to break his people's servile band, Then shouts of universal joy should loudly echo through the land.
but to inhabit there? 2 'Tis he, whose ev'ry thought and deed by rules of virtue moves ; Whose gen'rous tongue disdains to speak the thing his heart disproves. 3 Who never did a slander forge, his neighbour's fame to wound; Nor hearken to a false report,
by malice whisper'd round. 4 Who vice, in all its pomp and pow'r, can treat with just neglect; And picty, though cloth'd in rags, religiously respect. 5 Who to his plighted vows and trust has ever firmly stood ; And thougti he promise to his loss, he makes his promise good. 6 Whose soul in
his treasure to employ ; Whom no rewards can ever bribe
the guiltless to destroy. 7 The man, who by his steady course has happiness insur'd, When earth’s foundation shakes, shall stand, by Providence secur’d.
Because my trust I still repose on thy almighty arm.
the goodness thou hast shown. 3 But those that strictly virtạous are, and love the thing that's right, To favour always, and prefer,
shall be my chief deligtit. 4 How shall their sorrows be increas’d, who other gocis adore ? Their bloody offerings I detest,
their very names abhor. 5 My lot is fall’n in that blest land
where God is truly known ; He fills my cup with lib’ral hand,
'tis he supports my throne.
6 In nature's most delightful scene my happy portion lies; The place of my appointed reign
all other lands outvies. 7 Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord, whose precepts give me light; And private counsel suill afford
in sorrow's dismal night. 8 I strive each action to approve
to his all seeing eye; No danger shall my hopes remove, because he still is nigh. 9 Therefore my heart all grief defies, my glory does rejoice ; My flesh shall rest, in hopes to rise, wak’a by his pow'rful voice. 10 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath, my soul from hell shalt free; Nor let thy Holy One in death
the least corruption see. U Thou shalt the paths of life display, which to thy presence lead; Where pleasures dwell without allay, and joys that never fade.
To my just plea and sad complain attend, O righteous Lord ;
a gracious ear afford. 2 As in thy sight I am approv’d,
so let my sentence be; And with impartial eyes, O Lord,
my upright dealing sec. 3 For thou hast search'd my heart by day, and visited by night ; And, on the strictest trial, found
its secret motions right. Nor shall thy justice, Lord, alone
my heart's designs acquit ; For I have purpos’d that my tongue shall no offence commit. 4 I know what wicked men would do, their safety to maintain ; But me thy just and mild commands from bloody paths restrain. 5 That I may still, in spite of wrongs, my innocence secure, O guide me in thy righteous ways,
and make my footsteps sure. 6 Since, heretofore, I ne'er in vain to thee my pray’r address'd ; 0! now, my God, incline thine car to this my just request. 7 The wonders of thy truth and love in my defence engage ; Thou, whose right hand preserves thy saints from their oppressor's rage.
The Second Part. 8, 9 0! keep me in thy tend'rest care ; thy shclt'ring wings stretch out, To guard me safe from savage foes, that compass me about : 10 O’ergrown with luxury, inclos’d in their own fat they lie; And, with a proud blaspheming mouth, both God and man defy. 11 Well may they boast, for they have now my paths encompass'd round; Their eyes at watch, their bodies bow'd, and couching on the ground; 12 In posture of a lion set,
when grcedy of his prey; Or a young lion, when he lurks
within a covert way. 13 Arise, O Lord, defeat their plots, their swelling rage control; From wicked men, who are thy sword, deliver thou
soul: 14 From worldly men, thy sharpest scourge, whose portion's here below; Who, fill’d with carthly stores, aspire no other bliss to know. 15 Their race is num'rous, that partake their substance while they live; Their heirs survive, to whom they may the vast remainder give. 16 But I, in uprightness, thy face
shall view without control; And, waking, shall its image find
reflected in my soul.