3 Because to me thy wondrous love
Than life itself does dearer prove,
My lips shall always speak thy praise.
4 My life, while Ithat life enjoy,
In blessing God I will employ;
With lifted hands adore his mame:
5 My soul's content shall be as great
As theirs, who choicest dainties eat,
While I with joy his praise proclaim.
6 When down Ilie, sweet sleep to find,
Thou, Lord, art present to my mind;
And when I wake in dead of night:
7. Because thou still dost succourbring,
IBeneath the shadow of thy wing
I rest with safety and delight.
& My soul, when foes would me devour,
Cleaves fast to thee, whose matchless
pow'r
In her o is daily shown:
9 Butthose the righteous Lordshall slay,
That my destruction wish; and they
That seek my life shall lose their own.
10 They by untimely ends shall die,
Their flesh a prey to foxes lie;
But God shall fill the king with joy:
11 Who thee confess shall still rejoice,
Whilst the false tongue, and lying
voice,
Thou, Lord, shalt silence and destroy.
PsALM LXLV.
ORD, hear the voice of my com-
plaint,
To my request give ear;
Preserve my life from cruel foes,
And free my soul from fear.
20 hide me with thy tendorest care,
In some secure retreat,
From sinners that against merise,
And all their plots defeat.
3 See how, intent to work my harm,
They whet their tongues like swords;
And bend their bows to shoot their
darts,
Sharp lies, and bitter words.
4 Lurking in private, at the just
They take their secret aim;
And suddenly at him they shoot,
Quite void of fear and shame.
5 To carry on their ill designs
They mutually agree;
They speak of saying private snares,
And think that mone shall see. -
6. With utmost diligence and care
Their wicked plots they lay;
The deep designs of all their hearts
Are only to betray.
7 But God, to anger justly mov’d,
His dreadful bow shall bend,
And on his flying arrow’s point
Shall swift destruction send.

hose slanders which their mouths
did vent,

Upon themselves shall fall;

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By them to pastures fresh and!" |

6 'Tis God, who from a foreign soil
Restores poor exiles to their home;
Makes captives free, and fruitless toil
Their proud oppressor's righteous
doom.
7 'Twas so of old, when thou didst lead
In person, Lord, our armies forth;
Strange terrors thro’ the desert spread.
Convulsions shoo!, theastomish’d earth.
8 The breaking clouds did rain distil,
And heaven's high arches shook with
fear:
How then should Sinai's humble hill
Of Israel’s God the presence hear?
3 Thy hand, at samish’d earth's com-
plaint,
Reliev'd her from celestial stores,
And when thy heritage was faint,
Assuag'd the drought with plentecus
show’rs.
10. Where savages had rang'd before,
At ease thou mad'st our tribes reside;
And, in the desert, for the poor
Thy gen’rous bounty did provide.
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11 Thou gav'st the word; we sally’d
forth,
And in that pow'rful word o'ercame;
While virgin-troops,with songs of mirth,
In state our conquest did proclaim.
12 Vast armies, by such gen'rals led,
As yet had ne'er receiv'd a foil,
Forsook their camp with sudden dread,
And to our women left the spoil.
13 Though Egypt's drudges you have
been,
Your army's wing shallshineas bright
As doves, in golden sun-shine seen,
Or silver'd o'er with paler light.
14 'Twas so, when God's Almighty hand
O'er scatter'd kings the conquest won;
Our troops, drawn up on Jordan's strand,
High Salmon's glitt'ring snow out.
shone.
15 From thence to Jordan's farther
coast,
...And Bashan's hill we did advance:
No more her height shall Bashan boast,
But that she’s God’s inheritance.
16 But wherefore (though the honour's
great)
Should this, O mountain, swell your
pride?
Tor Sion is his chosen seat,
Where he for ever will reside.
17 Jäschariots numberless; his pow'rs
Are heav'nly hosts, that wait his will;
His presence now fills sion's towors,
As once it homour'd Sinai's hill.
* Ascending high, in triumph thou
Captivity hast captiveled;
o on thy people didst bestow
• * spoil of armies once their dread.

Who, mounted on the loftiest sphere fancient heav'n, sublimely rides; m whence his dreadful voice we hear, ike that of warring winds and tides. scribe the power to God most high : umble Israel he takes care; ose strength from out the dusky sky, arts shining terrors through the air. How dreadful are the sacred courts, There God has fix’d his earthly throme ! strength his feeble saints supports, give God praise, and him alone. PSALM LXIX. VE me, O God, from waves that roll, And press to overwhelm my soul: 1th painful steps in mire I tread, deluges o'erflow my head. "ith restless cries my spirits faint, Voice is hoarse with long complaint; sight decays with tedious pain, ilst for my God I wait in vain. y hairs, though num’rous, are but few, par'd with foes that me pursue h groundless hate; grown now of might xecute their lawless spitc. y force me, guiltless, to resign, apine, what by right was mine: hou, Lord, my innocence dost see, are my sins conceal’d from thee. »rd God of hosts, take timely care, , for my sake, thy saints despair; mce I have suffer'd for thy name roach, and hid my face in shame: stranger to my country grown, to my nearest kindred known; reigner, expos'd to scorn retiren of my mother born. »r zeal to thy lov’d house and name jumes me like devouring flame; :ern’d at their affronts to thee, * than at slanders cast on me. sy very tears and abstinence construe in a spiteful sense: When cloth’d with sackcloth for their sake, me their common proverb make. heir judges at my wrongs do jest, e wrongs they ought to have redress'd ; should I then expect to be In libels of lewd drunkards free ? ut, Lord, to thee I will repair help, with humble, timely pray’r; :ve me from thy mercy's store; lay thy truth’s preserving pow'r. rom threat'ning dangers merelieve, from the mire my feet retrieve; n spiteful foes in safety keep, snatch me from the raging deep.

15 Control the deluge, ere it spread, And roll its waves above my head; Nor deep destruction’s open pit To close her jaws on me permit. 16 Lord, hear the humble pray’r I make, Forthy transcending goodness' sake; Relieve thy supplicant once more From thy abounding mercy’s store. 17 Nor from thy servant hide thy face; Make haste, for desp'rate is my case; 18 Thy timely succour interpose, And shield me from remorseless foes. 19. Thou know'st what infamy and scorn I from my enemies have borne; Nor can their close dissembled spite, Or darkest plots escape thy sight. 20 Reproach and grief have broke my heart; I look’d for some to take my part, To pity or relieve my pain; But look'd, alas! for both in vain. 21 With hunger pined, for food I call; Instead of food, they gave me gall; And when with thirst my spirits sink, They give me vinegar to drink. 22 Their tables, therefore, to their health Shall prove a smare, a trap their wealth; 23 Perpetual darkness seize their eyes, And sudden blasts their hopes surprise. 24. On them thou shalt thy fury pour, Till thy fierce wrath their race devour; 25 And make their house a dismal cell, Where mone wille’ervouchsafe to dwell. 26 For new afflictions they procur’d For him who had thy stripes endur’d ; And made the wound, thy scourge had torn, To bleed afresh, with sharper scorn. 27. Sin shall to sin their steps betray, Till they to truth have lost the way: 28 From life thou shalt exclude their souls, Nor with the just their names enrol. 29 But me, howe'er distress'd and poor, Thy strong salvation shall restore; 30 Thy, pow'r with songs I’ll then proclaim, And celebrate, with thanks, thy name. 31 Our God shall this more highly prize, Than herds or flocks in sacrifice; 32 Which humble saints with joy shall see, And hope for like redress with me. 33 For God regards the poor's complaint; Sets prisoners free from close restraint: 34 Let heav'n, earth, sea, their voices raise, And all the world resound his praise. / 35 For God will Sion's walls erect; Fair Judah’s citics he’ll protect; Till all her scatter'd sons repair

To undisturb’d possession there,

36 This blessing they shall, at their death, To their religious heirs bequeath; And they to endlessages more of such as his blest name adore. PSALM LXx. LORD, to my relief draw near; For never was more pressing need; For my delivorance, Lord, appear, And add to that do speed. 2 Confusion on their heads return, Who to destroy my soul combine; Let them, defeated, blush and mourn, Ensnar'd in their own vile desigm. 3 Their doom let desolation be; With shame their malice be repaid, Who mock'd my confidence in thee, And sport of my afflictions made. 4. While those who humbly seek thy face, To joyful triumphs shall be raisod; And all who prize thy saving grace, With me shall sing, The Lord be prais’d. 5 Thus, wretched though I am and poor, The mighty Lord of me takes care: Thou, God, who only canst restore, To my relief with speed repair. - PSALM LXXI. i. thee I put my steadfast trust; Defend me, Lord, from shame; Incline thine ear, and save my soul; For righteous is thy name. 3 Be thou my strong abiding-place, To which I may resort; 'Tis thy decree that keeps me safe; Thou art my rock and fort. 4, 5 From cruel and ungodly men Protect and set me free; For, from my earliest youth till now, My hope has been in thee. 6 Thy constant care did safely guard My tender infant days; Thou took'st me from my mother's womb, To sing thy constant praise. 7, 8 While some on me with wonder - aze, Thy hand supports me still; Thy honour, therefore, and thy praise, My mouth shall always fill.

9 Reject not then thy servant, Lord, | acts

*Pursue and take him, whilst noho
“Of timely aid is migh."
12. Butthou, my God, withdrawno.
For speedy help I call:
13 To shame and ruin bring mysos
That seek to work my fall.
14 But as for me, my steadfasthope
Shall on thy pow'r depend:
And I in grateful songs of praise
My time to come will spend.
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15 Thy righteous acts,
health,
My mouth shall still declare;
Unable yet to count them all,
Though summod with ntmost rare.
16While Godvouchsafes menissuppo
I’ll in his strength go on;
All other righteousness disclaim,
And mention his alone,
17 Thou, Lord, hast taught mefronn
youth
To praise thy glorious name:
And, ever since, thy wondrous works
Have been my constant theme.
18. Then now forsake me not, who
Am grey and feeble grown;
Till I to these and future times,
Thy strength and pow'r have show:
19 How high thy justice soars, 0.5m.
How great and wondrous are
The mighty works whichthouhastion
Who may with thee compare
20 Me, whom thy hand has so
press'd, --
Thy grace shall yet relieve:
And from the lowest depth of wo
With tender care retrieve.
21. Through theemy timetocomeshall
With pow'r and greatness crown';
And me, who dismal years have as
Thy comforts shall surround.
22 Then I with psaltery and ham,
Thy truth, O Lord, will praise;
To thee, the God of Jacob's race,
My voice in anthems raise.
23 Then joy shall fill my month a
songs
Employ my cheerful voice.
My grateful soul, by thee redeem"
shall in thy strength rejoice.
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