14 For God shall soon his people's cause
Repent him of his wrath, and turn
15 Those idols, whose false worship spreads
Are made of silver, and of gold,

16,17 They move not their fictitious tongues,
Their counterfeited ears are deaf,

18 As senseless as themselves are they
To make them, or in dangʼrous times
19 Their just returns of thanks to God
Nor let the priests of Aaron's race
20 Their sense of his unbounded love
And let all those who fear the Lord,
21 Let all with thanks his wondrous works
Let them in Salem, where he dwells,

with pitying eyes survey;
his kindled rage away.
o'er all the heathen lands,
the work of human hands.
nor see with polish'd eyes;
no breath their mouth supplies.
that all their skill apply,
on them for aid rely.
let grateful Israel pay;
to bless the Lord delay.
let Levi's house express;
his name for ever bless.
in Sion's courts proclaim;
exalt his holy name.

CXXXVI.

your joyful thanks repeat;
as good as he is great:
our constant friend,
shall never end.

all other gods obey,
this grateful homage pay:

amazing works are wrought; were to perfection brought:

about the spacious land;
above the waters stand:

his num'rous hosts of light; the moon and stars by night:

of Egypt's stubborn land;
with his resistless hand:

as if in pieces rent,

through which his people went:

proud Pharaoh and his host, were in the billows lost :

he led the chosen seed; and made great monarchs bleed:

great Ammon's sceptre sway'd; rich Bashan's land obey'd;

their lands, whom he destroy'd, to be by them enjoy'd:

HEN we, our weary limbs to rest, sat down by proud Euphrates'stream, Wewept, with doleful tho'ts opprest, and Sion was our mournful theme. 2 Our harps, that when with joy we sung, were wont their tuneful parts to bear, With silent strings neglected hung on willow trees, that wither'd there. 3 Mean while our foes, who all conspir'd to triumph in our slavish wrongs, Musick and mirth of us requir'd, "Come, sing us one of Sion's songs." 4 How shall we tune our voice to sing, or touch our harps with skilful hands? Shall hymns of joy to God, our King, be sung by slaves in foreign lands? 5 O Salem, our once happy seat! Let then my trembling hand forget 6 If I to mention thee forbear, Or if I sing one cheerful air,

when I of thee forgetful prove, the speaking strings with art to move! eternal silence seize my tongue; till thy deliv'rance is my song. 7 Remember, Lord, how Edom's race, in thy own city's fatal day, Cried out, "Her stately walls deface, and with the ground quite level lay." 8 Proud Babel's daughter, doom'd to be of grief and woe the wretched prey; Bless'd is the man who shall to thee the wrongs thou laid'st on us repay. 9 Thrice bless'd, who, with just rage possest, and deafto all the parents' moans, Shall snatch thy infants from the breast, and dash their heads against the stones.

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PSALM CXXXVIII.

WITH my whole heart, my God and King, thy praise I will proclaim;
Before the gods with joy I'll sing,

2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat,
The praises of thy truth repeat,

3 Thou graciously inclin'dst thine ear,
And when my soul was press'd with fear,
4 Therefore shall ev'ry earthly prince
Whom these admir'd events convince
5 They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord,
And all thy glorious acts record;
9 For God, although enthron'd on high,
The proud far off his scornful eye
7 Though I with troubles am oppress'd,
Relieve my soul when most distress'd,
8 The Lord, whose mercies ever last,
And, mindful of his favours past,

and bless thy holy name.
and, with thy love inspir'd,
o'er all thy works admir'd.
when I to thee did cry;
didst inward strength supply.
thy name with praise pursue,
that all thy works are true,
with cheerful songs shall bless;
thy awful pow'r confess.
does thence the poor respect;
beholds with just neglect..
he shall my foes disarm,
and keep me safe from harm.
shall fix my happy state;
shall his own work compleat.

PSALM CXXXIX.

HOU,Lord,by strictest search hast known my rising up and lying down;

3 Thine eye my bed and path surveys, my publick haunts and private ways; 4 Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent, my yet unutter'd words'intent,

on ev'ry side I find thy hand: too dazzling bright for mortal eye! to think of once deserting thee,

5 Surrounded by thy pow'r I stand; 6 O skill, for human reach too high! 7 O could I so perfidious be, Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun? or whither from thy presence run? 8 If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; If down to hell's infernal plains,

'tis there almighty vengeance reigns. and fly beyond the western main, and there arrest thy fugitive. beneath the sable wings of night; would kindle darkness into day.

9 If I the morning's wings could gain, 10 Thy swifter hand would first arrive, 11 Or, should I try to shun thy sight, One glance from thee, one piercing ray, 12 The veil of night is no disguise, no screen from thy all searching eyes; Thro' midnight shades thou find'st thy way, 13 Thou know'st the texture of my heart, Each single thread in nature's loom, 14 I'll praise thee, from whose hands I The wonders thou in me hast shown, 15 Thine eyes my substance did survey, In secret how exactly wrought,

as in the blazing noon of day. my reins, and ev'ry vital part; by thee was cover'd in the womb. came, a work of such a curious frame; my soul with grateful joy must own.

whilst yet a lifeless mass it lay, ere from its dark inclosure brought. its parts were register'd by thee; form'd by the model of thy book. that, since this maze of life I trod, the pow'r of numbers to recount. the sands upon the ocean's shore; I find th' account but new begun.

16 Thou didst the shapeless embryo see,
Thou saw'st the daily growth they took,
17 Let me acknowledge too, O God,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
18 Far sooner could I reckon o'er
Each morn revising what I've done,

19 The wicked thou shalt slay, O God: Depart from me, ye men of blood, 20 Whose tongues heav'n's majesty profane, and take th' Almighty's name in 21 Lord, hate not I their impious crew, who thee with enmity pursue? [vain.' And does not grief my heart oppress, when reprobates thy laws transgress? 22 Who practice enmity to thee shall utmost hatred have from me; as if they were my foes profest.

Such men I utterly detest,

23,24 Search,try, O God, my thoughts and heart, if mischief lurk in any part; Correct me where I go astray,

and guide me in thy perfect way.

PSALM CXL.

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RESERVE me, Lord, from crafty foes, of treacherous intent;
2 And from the sons of violence, on open mischief bent,

3 Their sland'ring tongue the serpent's sting in sharpness does exceed;
Between their lips the gall of asps

4 Preserve me, Lord, from wicked hands,
A prey to sons of violence,

5 The proud for me have laid their snare,
With traps and gins, where'er I move,
6 But thus environ'd with distress,
Lord, hear my supplicating voice,

7 O Lord, the God whose saving strength
And cover'd my advent'rous head
8 Permit not their unjust designs.
Lest they, encourag'd by success,
9 Let first their chiefs the sad effects
The blast of their envenom❜d breath

and adders' venom breed..

nor leave my soul forlorn,
who have my ruin sworn.
and spread their wily net;
I find my steps beset.
thou art my God, I said;
that calls to thee for aid.
kind succour did convey,
in battle's doubtful day;
to answer their desire;
to bolder crimes aspire.
of their injustice mourn;
upon themselves return,

10 Let them who kindle first the flame,
The pit they digg'd for me be made
11 Tho' slander's breath may raise a storm,
Their rage does but the torrent swell,
12 God will assert the poor man's cause,
The just shall celebrate his praise,

PSALM CXLI.

CXLII.

PSALM CXLIII.

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ORD, hear my pray'r, and to my cry

2 Nor at thy strict tribunal bring
For in thy sight no living man
3 The spiteful foe pursues my life,
He drives me into caves as dark

4 My spirit therefore is o'erwhelm'd,
My mournful heart grows desolate,
5 I call to mind the days of old,
My former dangers and escapes
6 To thee my hands in humble pray'r
My soul for thy refreshment thirsts,
7 Hear me with speed; my spirit fails;
Lest I become forlorn, like them
8 Thy kindness early let me hear,
Teach me the way where I should go ;
9 Do thou, O Lord, from all my foes
A safe retreat against their rage
10 Thou art my God, thy righteous will
Let thy good spirit lead and keep
11 O for the sake of thy great name,
For thy truth's sake, to me, distress'd,
12 In pity to my suff'rings, Lord,
Slay them that persecute a soul

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and sinks within my breast;
with heavy woes opprest.
and wonders thou hast wrought:
employ my musing thought.
I fervently stretch out;
like land oppress'd with drought.
thy face no longer hide,
that in the grave reside.
whose trust on thee depends;
my soul to thee ascends.
preserve and set me free ;
my soul implores from thee.
instruct me to obey;
my soul in thy right way.
revive my drooping heart;
thy promis'd aid impart.
reduce my foes to shame ;
devoted to thy name.

PSALM CXLIV.

NOR ever bless'd be God the Lord, who does his needful aid impart, At once both strength and skill afford, to wield my arms with warlike art. 2 His goodness is my fort and tow'r, my strong deliv'rance and my shield; In him I trust, whose matchless pow'r makes to my sway fierce nations yield. 3 Lord, what's in man, that thou should'st love of him such tendercare to take? What in his offspring could thee move such great account of him to make? 4 The life of man does quickly fade, His days are like a flying shade, 5 In solemn state, O God, descend, The smoking hills asunder rend,

his thoughts but empty are and vain, of whose short stay no signs remain. whilst heav'n its lofty head inclines; ⚫ of thy approach the awful signs. Discharge thy awful lightnings round, and make thy scatter'd focs retreat; Then with thy pointed arrows wound, and their destruction soon complete. 7,8 Do thou, O Lord, from heav'n engage thy boundless pow'r my foes to quell, And snatch me from the stormy rage of threat'ning waves, that proudly swell. Fight thou against my foreign foes, who utter speeches false and vain; [tain. Who, tho' in solemn leagues they close, their sworn engagements ne'ermain9 So I to thee, O King of kings, in new made hymns my voice shall raise, And instruments of many strings shall help me thus to sing thy praise 10 "God does to kings his aid afford, to them his sure salvation sends; "'Tis he that from the murd'ring sword his servant David still defends." 11 Fight thou against my foreign foes, who utter speeches false and vain ; Who, though in solemn leagues they close, their sworn engagements ne'er maintain.

12 Then our young sonsliketreesshall grow,well planted in some fruitful place; Our daughters shall like pillars show, design'd some royal court to grace. 13 Our garners, fill'd with various store, shall us and ours with plenty feed; Our sheep, increasing more and more, shall thousands and ten thousands breed. 14 Strong shall our lab'ring oxen grow, nor in their constant labour faint; Whilst we no war nor slav'ry know, and in our streets hear no complaint. 15 Thrice happy is that people's case whose various blessings thus abound; Who God's true worship still embrace, and are with his protection crown'd.