And others, to his worship brought,
To hopes of like deliv'rance raise.
4 For blessings shall that man re-
ward,
Who on th' Almighty Lord relies;
Who treats the proud with disregard,
And hates the hypocrite's disguise.
& Who can the wondrous works recount
Which thou, O God, for us hast
wrought?
The treasures of thy love surmount
The pow'r of numbers, speech, and
thought.
6 I’ve learnt that thou hast not desir'd
Off"rings and sacrifice alone;
Nor blood of guiltless beasts requir’d
For man's transgression to atone.
7 I therefore come—come to fulfil
The oracles thy books impart;
8 'Tis my delight to do thy will;
Thy law is written in my heart.
PAkt is.
9. In full assemblies I have told
Thy truth and righteousness at large,
Nor did, thou know'st, my lips with-
hold
From uttering what thou gav'st in
- charge:
10 Nor kept within my breast confin'd
Thy faithfulness and saving grace;
But preach'd thy love, for all design'd,
That all might that, and truth, em-
brace.
11. Then let those mercies I declard
To others, Lord, extend to me;
Thy loving-kindness my reward,
by truth my safe protection be.
12. For I with troubles am distress'd,
Too mumberless for me to bear;
Nor less with loads of guilt oppress'd,
That plunge and sink me to despair.
As soon, alas! may I recount
The hairs of this afflicted head:
My vanquish’d courage they surmount,
And fill my drooping soul with dread.
PART III.
18 But, Lord, to my relief draw near,
For never was more pressing need;
In my deliv'rance, Lord, appear,
And add to that deliv'rance speed.
14 Confusion on their heads return,
Who to destroy my soul combine;
Let them, defeated, blush and mourn,
Ensnar'd in their own vile design.
15 Their doom let desolation be,
With shame their malice be repaid,
Who mock'd my confidence in thee,
And sport of my affliction made.
16 Wols those who humbly seek thy
ace,
To joyful triumph shall be raisod;
And all who o saving gro,
itlame resound,The Lord be prais'd.

My heart is pierc'd, as with a sword, 8 To thee the triumph we ascribe,

lin boaster, where is now thy God? In God we will rejoice all day,

0D is our refuge in distress; A present help when dangers press; him, undaunted, we'll confide; Though earth were from her centre tost, mountains in the ocean lost, orn peace-meal by the roaring tide. gentler stream with gladness still city of our Lord shall fill, he royal seat of God most high: od dwells in Sion, whose fair tow’rs ll mock th’ assaults of earthly pow'rs, While his Almighty aid is migh. n tumults when the heathem rag’d, kingdoms war against us wag'd, e thunder'd, and dispers'd their pow'rs: he Lord of hosts conducts our arms, tow'r of refuge in alarms, ur fathers’ Guardian-God and ours. ome, see the wonders he hath wrought, earth what desolation brought; low he has calm'd the jarring world: He broke the warlike spear and bow; th them their thund'ring chariot too nto devouring flames were hurl’d. Submit to God's Almighty sway; r him the heathem shall obey, |nd carth her Sov’reign Lord confess: The God of hosts conducts our arms, tow'r of refuge in alarms, 18 to our fathers in distress. PS ALM XLVII. ) ALL ye people, clap your hands, And with triumpliant voices sing: force the mighty Pow'r withstands of God, the universal King. 4 He shall opposing nations quell, ind with success our battles sight; ill fix the place where we must dwell, The pride of Jacob, his deliot.

With shouts of joy, and trumpets'
Sound,
him repeated praises sing,
nd let the cheerful song rebound.
Your utmost skill impraise be shown,
or him who all the world commands,
o sits upon his righteeus throne,
nd spreads his sway o'er heathem
lands.

2 Her tow’rs, the joy of all the earth,
With beauteous prospect rise;
On her morth side the Aio, King’s
Imperial city lies.
3 God in her palaces is known;
His presence is her guard:
4 Confed’rate kings withdrew their
siege,
And of success despair’d.
5 They view’d iner walls, admir'd, and
fied,
With grief and terror struck;
6 Like women, whom the sudden pangs
Of travail had o'ertook.
7 No wretched crew of mariners
Appear like them forlorn,
When fleets from Tarshish’ wealthy
coasts -
By eastern winds are torm.
8 In Siem we have seem perform'd
A work that was foretold,
In pledge that God, for times to come,
His city will uphold.
9 Not in our fortresses and walls
Did we, O God, confide;
But on the temple fix’d our hopes,
In which thou dost reside.
10 According to thy sov’reign name,
Thy praise through earth extends;
Thy pow'rful arm, as justice guides,
Chastises or defends.
11 Let Sion's mount with joy resound;
Her daughters all be taught
In songs his judgments to extol,
Who this deliv'rance wrought.
12 Compass her walls in solemn pomp;
Your eyes quite round her cast;
Count all her tow’rs, and see if there 3
You find ome stone displac’d.
13 Her forts and palaces survey;
Ołserve their order well;
That, with assurance, to your heirs
His wonders you may tell.
4. This God is ours, and will be ours,
Whilst we in him confide;
Who, as he has preserv'd us now,
Till death will be our guide.

ET all the list’ning world attend, i And my instruction hear; | Let high and low, and rich and poor, With joint consent give ear. 3 My mouth, with sacred wisdom fill'd, Shall good advice impart; The sound result of prudent thoughts, Digested in my heart. 4 to parables of weighty sense I will my ear incline; Whilst to joy tunesul harp I sing Dark words of deep design. 5 Why should my courage fail in times of danger and of doubt,

In heaps of treasure place,

When simmers, that would me supplant,
Have compass'd me about?
& Those men, that all their hope and
trust

And boast in triumph, when they see
Their ill-got wealth increase,
7 Are yet unable from the grave
Their dearest friend to free;
Nor can, by force of bribes, reverse
Th’Almighty Lord's decree.
8, 9 Their vain endeavours they must
quit:
The price is h la too high;
No sums can purchase such a grant,
That man J. never die.
10 Not wisdom can the wise exempt,
Nor fools their folly save;
But both must perish, and in death
Their wealth to others leave.
11 For though they think their stately
seats
Shall ne'er to ruin fall,
But their remembrance last in lands
Which by their names they call;
12 Yet shall their fame be soon forgot,
How great soe'er their state;
With heasts their memory, and they,
Shall share one common fate.

PART II.

13 How great their folly is, who thus
Absurd conclusions make :
And yet their children, unreclaim’d,
Repeat the gross mistake.
14 They all, like sheep to slaughter led.
The prey of death are made:
Their beauty, while the just rejoice,
Within the grave shall fade.
15 But God will yet redeem my soul;
And from the greedy grave
His greater pow'r shall set me free,
And to himself receive. -
16 Then fear not thou, when worldly
Innen
In envy’d wealth abound;
Northough their prosporous house in-
crease, -
With state and honour crown'd.
17 For when they’re summond hence
by death,
They leave all this behind;
No shadow of their former pomp
Within the grave they find:
13 And .. they thought their state was
best,
Caught in the flatt’rer's smare,
Who with their vanity comply'd,
And prais'd their worldly care.
19 on their forefather's steps they tread:
And when, like them, they die,
or wretched ancestors and they
In endless darkness lie.

20 For man, how great soe'er hissalo
Unless he's truly wise,
As like a sensual beast he lives,
So like a beast he dies.
PSALM L.
HELordhath spoke, the mighty Go
Hath sent his summons allahrol
From dawning light, till day decline
The listening earth his voice bathhean
And he from Sion hath appeard,
Where beauty in perfectionshines
3, 4 Our God shall come, and keeps
more -
Misconstru’d silence, as before;
But wasting flames before himsen.
Around shall tempests fiercely rage,
Whilst he does heav'nand earthengo
His just tribunal to attend.
5, 6 Assemble all my saints to me.
(Thus runs the great divine decree)
That in my lasting cov'nant live,
And off rings bring with constanto:
The heav'ns his justice shall declare:
For God himself shall sentence give
7, 8 Attend, my people; Israel, hear
Thy strong accuser I'll appear;
Thy God, thy only God, am I.
'Tis not of off rings I complain,
Which, daily in my temple slain,
My sacred altar did supply.
9 Will this alone atonement make
No bullock from thy stall I'll take,
Nor he-goat from thy sold accept: