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An.) they that hate me without cause 3 The wonders he for me has wrought Are grown a dreadful nost.
Shall fill my mouth with songs of 20 Even they whom I oblig'd, return
pralse; My kindness with despite ;
And others, to his worship brought And are my enemies, because
To hopes of like deliv'rance raise. I choose the path that's right.
4 For blessings shall that man reward, 21 Forsake me not, O Lord my God, Who on th Almighty Lord relies; Nor far from me depart;
Who treats the proud with disregard, 22 Make baste to my relief, O thou, And hates the bypocrite's disguise. Who my salvation art.
5 Who can the wondrous works recount PSALM XXXIX.
Which thou, O God, for us hast
wrought? RESOLV'D to watch o'er all my The treasures of thy love surmount
1 I kept my tongue in awe ; [ways, The power of numbers, speech, and 1 curb'd my basty words, when I
thought. The wicked prosp'rous saw.
6 I've leart that thou hast not desir'a 2 Like one that's dumb, 1 silent stood, 1 Ofrings and sacrifice alone; And did my tongue refrain
Nor blood of guiltless beasts requir'd From good discourse; but that restraint For nian's transgression to atone. Increas'd my inward puin.
7 I therefore come...come to fulfil 3 My heart did glow with working The oracles thy books impart;
And no repose could take ; (thoughts, 8 'Tis my delight to do thy will; Till strong reflection fann'd the fire,
Thy law is written in my heart, And thus at length 1 spake :
PART II. 4 Lord, let me know my term of days, 9 In full assemblies I have told How soon my life will end :
'Thy truth and righteousness at large : The num'rous trein of ills disclose, Nor did, thou know'st, my lips withhold Which this frail state attend.
From uttering what thou gav'st in 5 My life, thou know'st, is but a span;
charge : A cypher sums my years ;
10 Nor kept within my breast confin'd And every man, in best estate,
Thy faithfulness and saving grace; But vanity appears.
But preach'd thy love, for all design'd, 6 Man, like a shadow, vainly walks, That all might that, and truth, emWith fruitless cares oppress'd;
brace. He heaps up wealth, but cannot tell 11 Then let those mercies I declar'd By whom 'twill be possess'd.
To others, Lord, extend to me; 7 Why then should a worthless toys Thy loving-kindness my reward, With anxious cares attend ?
Íhy truth my safe protection be. On thee alone my steadfast hope
12 For 1 with troubles am distress'd, Shall ever, Lord, depend.
Too numberless for me to bear; 8, 9 Forgive my sins; nor let me scorn'd Nor less with loads of guilt oppress'd, By foolish sinners be ;
That plunge and sink me to despair. or 1 was dumb, and murmur'd not, As soon, alas ! may I recount Because 'twas done by thee.
The hairs of this afflicted head; O The dreadful burden of thy wrath My vanquish'd courage they surmount, In mercy soon remove;
And fill my drooping soul with dread. Lest my frail flesh, too weak to bear
PART 1 The heavy load should prove.
13 But, Lord, to my relief draw near, 11 For when thou chast 'nest man for sin, For never was more pressing need; Thou mak'st his beauty fade,
In my deliv'rance, Lord, appear, (So vain a thing is he!) like cloth
And aid to that deliv'rance speed, By fretting moths decay'd.
14 Confusion on their heads return, 12 Lord, herr my cry, accept my tears, Who to destroy my soul combine ; And listen to my prayer,
Let them, defeated, blush and mourn, Who sojourn like a stranger here,
Eusnar'd in their own vile design. As all my fathers were.
15 Their door let desolation be, 13 O! spare me yet a little tiine ;
With shame their malice be repaid, My wasted strength restore,
Who mock'd my confidence in thee, Before I vanish quite from hence,
And sport of my affliction made. And shall be seen no more.
16 While those who tumbly seek thy PSALM XL.
To joyful triumphs shall be rais'di I WAITED moekly for the Lord, And all wlio prize ihy saving grace, 1 Till he vouchsat'd a kind reply:
With me resound, The Lord be Who did his gracious ear afford, [cry
prais'd. And heard from lieuven my humble 17 Thus, wretched though I am and 2 He took me from the disunsal pit,
When founder'd deep in miry clay; Of me th' Almighty Lord takes care : On solid ground he plac'd my feet, Thou God, who only canst restore,
Ani suder'd not my steps to strav. To my relief with speed repair.
And led the joyful sacred throng, TJAPPY the man whose tender care
That kept the festal day. 11 Relieves the poor distress'd!
5 Why restless, why cast down, try When troubles compass him around,
Trust God; who will employ (soul? The Lord shall give him rest.
His aid for thee, and change these sigtas 2 The Lord his life, with blessings
To thankful hymns of joy. In safety shall prolong; fcrown'a, 16 My soul's cast down, O God! hut And disappoint the will of those
thinks That seek to do him wrong.
On thee and Sion still; 3 If he in languishing estate,
From Jordan's bank, from Hermon's Oppress'd with sickness lie;
And Mizar's humbler hill. [heights, The Lord will easy make his bed,
7 One trouble calls another on, And inward strength supply.
And, gath'ring o'er my head, 4 Secure of this, to thee, my God,
Fall spouting down, till round my soul I thus my prayer address'd;
A roaring sea is spread. " Lord, for thy mercy, heal my soul,
8 But when thy presence, Lord of life, " Though I have much transgress'd."
Has once dispeli'd this storm, 5 My cruel focs, with sland'rous words
To thee I'll midnight anthems sing, Attempt to wound my fame;
And all my vows perform. " When shall he die," say they, ** and
9 God of my strength, how long shall , " Forget his very name ?" (men
Like one forgotten, mouin : 6 Suppose they formal visits make,
Forlorn, forsaken, and expos'd
To my oppressor's scorn ? "Tis all but empty show; They gather mischief in their hearts,
10 My heart is piered, as with a sword,
While thus my foes upbraid: And vent it where they go. 7, 8 With private whispers, such as " Vain boaster, where is now thy God? To hurt me they devise : (these,
"And where his promis'd aid ?" "A sore disease afflicts him now;
11 Why restless, why cast down, my “ He's fall'n, no more to rise."
soul? 9 My own familiar bosom-friend,
Hope still; and thou shalt sing On whom I most rely'd,
The praise of him who is thy God, Has me, whose daily guest he was,
Thy health's eternal spring With open scorn defyd.
PSALM XLIII. 10 But thou my sad and wretched state, TUST Judge of leav'n, against my
In mercy, Lord, regard ;
O set me free, my God, from those 11 By this I know thy gracious ear
That in deceit and wrong delight. Is open, when I call;
2 Since thou art still my only stay, Because thou suffer'st not my foes
Why leav'st thou ine in deep distress ? To triumph in my fall.
Why go I mourning all the day, 12 Thy Lender care secures my life Whilst me insulting foes oppress? From danger and disgrace;
3 Let me with light and truth be blest; And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still Be these my guides to lead the way, Before thy glorious face.
Till on thy holy hill I rest, 13 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God And in thy sacred temple pray. From age to age be bless'd;
4 Then will I there fresh altars raise And all the people's glad applause
To God, who is my only joy ; With loud Amens express'd
And well-tund harps, with songs of PSALM XLII
Shall all my grateful hours employ. A S pants the hart for cooling streams
5 Why then cast down, my soul ? and H When heated in the chase ; So Inngs my soul, O God, for thee,
So much oppress'd with anxious care? And thy refreshing grace
On God, thy God, for aid rely, 2 For thee, my God, the living God,
Who will thy ruin'd state repair.
LORD, our fathers oft have told 3 Tears are my constant food, while thus in our attentive ears, Insulting foes upbraid;
Thy wonders, in their days performid, " Deluded wretch! where's now thy And elder times than theirs : God ?
2 How thou, to plant them here, didst " And where his promis'd aid ?
The heathen from this land, drive 4 I sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts Dispeopled by repeated strokes Those happy days present,
Or thy avenging hand. When ), with troops of pious friends, 3 For not their courage, nor their sword, Thy temple did frequent
To them possession gave; When I advanc'd with songs of praise, Nor strength, that from urtequal force My solemn vows to pay,
Their fainting troops could save :
21 But thy neht hand and powerfui arm, 125 Whose scuis and bodies sink to earth Whose succour they implor'd;
With grief's oppressive weight? Thy presence with the chosen race, 26 Arise, O Lord, and timely haste Who thy great na me ador'd
To our deliv'rance make : 4 As thee their God our fathers own'd, Redeem us. Lord :. .if not for ours,
Thou art our sov 'reign King; 1 Yet for thy mercy's sake. O! therefore, as thou didst to them,
PSALM XLV. To us delis'rance bring.
IT HILE I the King's loud praise re. 5 Through thy victorious name, our arms Indited by my heart, [hearse, The proudest foes shal! quell;
My tongue is like the pen of him And crush them with repeated strokes, | That writes with ready art. As oft as they rebel.
2 How matchless is thy form, o King! 6 I'll neither trust my bow nor sword, Thy mouth with grace o'erflows; When' in fight engage;
Because fresh blessings God on thee 7 But thee, who hast our foes subdu'd, Etemally bestows
And sham'd their spiteful rage. 3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty prince; 8 To thee the triumph we ascribe,
And, clad in rich array.
Majestic pomp display.
4 Ride on in state, and still protect PART II
The meek, the just, and true;
Whilst thy right hand, with swift revenge, 9 But thon hast cast us off ; and now
Does all thy foes pursue Most shamefully we yield;
15 How sharp thy weapons are to them For thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead
That dare thy power despise ! Our armies to the field:
Down, down they fall, while through their 10 Since when, to every upstart foe
The feather'd arrow flies. "[hear We lum our backs in fight;
16 But thy firm throne, O God, is fix'd, And with our spoil their malice feast,
For ever to endure; Who bear us ancient spite.
Thy sceptre's sway shall always last, 11 To slaughter doom'd, we fall, like
ke By righteous laws secure. Into their butch'ring hands; (sheep, 17 Bar
cep 7 Because thy heart, by justice led, Or (what's more wretched yet) survive,
Did upright ways approve, Dispers'd through heathen lands.
And hated still the crooked paths, 12 Thy people thou hast sold for slaves,
Where wand'ring sinners rove; And set their price so low,
Therefore did God, thy God, on the That not thy treasure, by the sale,
The oil of gladness shed; But their disgrace, may grow,
And has, above thy fellows round, 13, 14 Reproach d by all the nations 1*
Advanc'd thy lofty head. round,
8 With cassia, aloes, and myrrh, The heathen's by-word grown;
Thy royal robes abound; Whose scom of us is both in speech
Which, from the stately wardrobe bro's, And mocking gestures shown.
Spread grateful odours round. 15 Confusion strikes me blind my face 19 Amone the honourable train In conscious shame I bide;
Did princely virgins waiti 16 While we are scoff d, and God blas.
The queen was plac d at thy right hand By their licentious pride (phem'd,
In golden robes of state
And to my words attend; Yet have not, Lord, renounc'd thy name, Forget thy native country now Or faith to thee abjur'd
And every former friend. 18 But in thy righteous paths have kept 11 So shall thy beauty charm the King. Our hearts and steps with care ;
Nor shall his love decay; 19 Though thou hast broken all our For he is now become thy Lord;
And we almost despair (strength, To bim due rev'rence pay. 20 Could we, forgetting thy great name, 12 The Tyrian matrons, rich and prout, On other gods rely,
Shall humble presents make ; 21 And not the searcher of all hearts And all the wealthy nations sue The treach'rous crime descry?
Thy favour to partake. 22 Thou seest what sufferings, for thy 13 The King's fair Daughter's fairer soul We every day sustain;
sake, All inward graceo fill All slaughter'd, or reserv'd like sheep Her raiment is of purest gold, Appointed to be slain.
| Adorn'd with costly skill. 23 Awake, arise ; let sceming sleep 14 She in her nuptial garments dressil, No longer thee detain;
With needles richly wrought, Nor let us, Lord, who sue to thee, Attended by her virgin train, For ever sue in vain.
Shall to the King be brought, 24 0 1 wherefore hidest thou thy face 15 With all the state of solemn joy From our afflicted state,
1 The triumph moves alongi
Till, with wide gates, the royal court In Sion, on whose happy mount
His sacred throne is rais'd. 16, Thou, in thy royal Father's room, 2 Her lowers, the joy of all the earth, Must princely sons expect;
With beauteous prospect rise ; Whom thou to diff'rent realms may'st On her north side th' Almighty King's To govern and protect :
(send, Imperial city lies. 17 Whilst this my song to future times 3 God in her palaces is known; Transmits thy glorious name;
His presence is her guard :
And of success despair'd.
5 They view'd her walls, adınır'd, and QUOD is our refuge in distress;
With grief and terror struck; (fied, U A present help when dangers press;
./6 Like women, whom the sudden pangs In him, undaunted, we'll confide;
1. Of travail had o'ertook 2, 3 Though earth were from her centrel? No wretched crew of mariners And mountains in the ocean lost, (tost,
| Appear like them forlorn, Torn piece-meal by the roaring tide.
'When fleets from Tarshish' wealthy coasts 4 A gentler stream with gladness still
By eastern winds are torn. The city of our Lord shall fill,
8 In Sion we have seen perform'd
A work that was foretold, The royal seat of God most high : 5 God dwells in Sion, whose fair towers In pledge that God, for times to come, Shall mock th'assaults of earthly powers, lo
sal. His city will uphold. While his Almighty aid is nigh..
9 Not in our fortresses and walls 6 In tuinults when the heathen rag'd,
I Did we, O God, confide; And kingdoms war against us wag'd,
But on the temple fix'd our hopes, Ho thunder'd, and dispers'd theirl. In which thou dost reside.
| 10 According to thy Sov'reign unme, powers : 7 The Lord of hosts conducts our arms,
Thy praise through earth extends; Our tower of refuge in alarms,
Thy powerful arm, as justice guides, Our fathers' Guardian-God and ours.
Chastises or defends. 8 Conie, see the wonders he hath
11 Let Sion's mount with joy resound;
Her daughters all be taught wrought, On earth what desolation brought;
In songs his judgments to extol, How he has calm'd the jarring world : 1. Who this deliv'rance wrought. 9 He broke the warlike spear and bow;
12 Compass her walls in solemn pomp ; With them their thund'ring chariots too . Your eyes quite round her cast; Into devouring flames were hurl'd.
Count all her towers, and see if there 10 Submit to God's Almighty sway;
You find one stone displac'd. For him the heathen shall obey,
. 113 Her forts and palaces survey ; And earth ber Sov'reign Lord confess :
Observe their order well; 11 The God of hosts conducts our arms,
That, with assurance, to your heirs Our tower of refuge in alarms,
His wonders you may tell. As to our fathers in distress.
14 This God is ours, and will be ours,
| Whilst we in him confide;
Who, as he bas preserv'd us wow,
Till death will be our guide.
IL ET all the listinmg world attend, 3,4 He shall opposing nations quell, U And my instruction hear;
And with success our battles fight; . Let high and low, and rich and poor, Shail fix the place where we must dwell,
With joint consent give ear. The pride of Jacob, his delight. 5. 6 God is gone up, our Lord und King
13 My mouth, with sacred wisdom full,
Shall good advice impart; With shouts of joy, and trumpets' The sound result of prudent thoughts, sound,
Digested in my heart To him repeated praises sing,
14 To parables of weighty sense And let the cheerful song rebound. 7,8 Your utmost skill in praise be shown, Whilst to may tuneful harp l sing
I will my ear incline: For hier who all the world commands, Dark words of deep clesign. Who sits upon his righteous throne, 5 Why should my courage fail in times And spreads his sway o'er heathen or danger and of doubt.
lands. 9 Our chiefs and tribes that far from hence!
When sinners, that would me supplant, To serve the God of Abr'am came,
ence Have compass'd me about?
16 Those men that all their hope and trus Found himn their constant sure defence : How great and glorious is his name !
In heaps of treasure place,
And boast in triumph, when they sco PSALM XLVIII.
Their ill-got wealth increase, THE Lord, the only God, is graut, 7 Are yet unable from the grave And greatly tu be prais d
Their dearest (ricud to free;
Nor can, by force of bribes, reverse And off'rings bring with constan, care : Th' Almighty Lord's decree.
The heavens bis justice shall declare ; 8, 9 Their vain endeavours they must For God himself shall sentence give.
The price is held too high ; (quit: 17, 8 Allend, may people. Israel, hear; No sums can purchase such a grunt, Thy strong accuser I'll appear That man should never die.
Thy God, thy only God am 1: 10 Not wisdom can the wise exempt, 'Tis not of off'rings I complain, Nor fools their folly save;
Which, daily in my temple slain, But both must perish, and in death My sacred altar did supply. Their wealth to nthers leave.
9 Will this alone atonement make ? 11 For though they think their stately No bullock from thy stall l'll take, Shall ne'er to ruin fall,
seats Nor he-goat from thy fold accept : Eut their remembrance last in lands 110 The forest beasts, that range alone,
Which by their names they call ; The cattle too are all my own, 12 Yet shall their fame be soon forgot. Tlt on a thousand hills are kept. How great soe'er their state;
11 I know the fowls, that build their nests With beasts their memory, and they, In cragby rocks and savage beasts, Shall share one common fate.
That loosely haunt the open fields : PART II
12 11 seiz'd with hunger I could be, 13 How great their folly is, who thus I need not seek relief from thee, Absurd conclusions make!
Since the world's mine, and all it And yet their chillren, noreclaim'd,
yields. Repeat the gross mistake.
13 Think'st thou that I have any need 14 They all, like sheep to slaughter led, On slaughter'd bulls and goats to feed, The prey of death are made ;
1 To eat their fesh and drink their bloodi Their beauty, while the just rejoice, 14 "The sacrifices I require, Within the grave shall fade
Are bearts which love and zeal inspire, 15 But God will yet redeem my soul; | And vows with strictest care made good And from the greedy grave
15 In time of trouble call on me, His greater power shall set me free, And I will set thee sale and free; And to himself receive
And thou returns of praise shalt make 16 Then fear not thou, when worldly men 16 But to the wicked thus saith God. In envy'd wealth abound;
How dar'st thou teach my laws abroad, Nor though their prosp'rous house in- Or in thy mouth my cov'nant take ? crease,
17 For stubborn thou, confirm'd in sin, With state and honour crown'd. Hast proof against instruction been, 17 For when they're summond hence byl And of my word didst lightly speak:
They leave all this behind ; (death, 18 When thou a subtle thief didsi see, No shadow of their former pomp
Thou gladly with him didst agree, Within the grave they find :
And with adult'rers didst partake. 18 And yet they thought their state was 19 Vile slander is thy chief delight; blest,
Thy tongue, by envy mov'd, and spite, Caught in the flalt'rer's snare,
Deceitful tales does hourly spread : Who with their vanity comply'd,
20 Thou dost with hateful scandals wound And prais d their worldly care.
Thy brother, and with lies confound 19 In their forefathers' steps they tread; The offspring of thy mother's bed. And when like them they die,
21 These things didst thou, whom still! Their wretched ancestors and they
strove In endless darkness lie.
To gain with silence, and with love, 20 For man, how great soe'er his state, Tili thou didst wickedly surmise, Unless he's truly wise,
That I was such a one as thou: As like a sensual beast he lives,
But I'll reprove and shame thee now, So like a beast be dies
And set thy sins before thine eyes. PSALM L
22 Mark this, ye wicked fools, lest I THE Lord hath spoke, the mighty God Let all my bolts of vengeance fly, 1 Hath sent his summors all abroad, Whilst none shall dare your cause to From dawning light. till day declines :
own: The list ning ea th his voice hath heard, 23 Who praises me, due bonour gives; And be from Sion bath appear'd, And to the man that justly lives,
Where beauty in perfection shines. My strong salvation shall be shown. 3, 4 Our God shall come, and keep no
PSALM LI. more Misconstru'd silence, as before ;
DAVE mercy, Lord, on me, But wasting Aames before him send : 11 As thou wert ever kind; Around shall tein pests fiercely rage, Let me, oppress'd with loads of guilt Whilst he does heaven and earth engage Thy wonted mercy find. His just tribunal to attend
2, 3 Wash off my foul offence, 5, 6 Assemble all my saints to me, And cleanse me from my sin; (Thus runs the great divine decree) For I confess my crime, and see
Tlet in my lasting cov'nant live, How great my guilt has been