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From haughty looks I'll turn aside, * And mortify the heart of pride: 6 But honesty, call'd srom he cell, In splendour at my court shall dwell ; who virtue's practice make their care, Shall have the first preferments there.
7 No politics shall recommend
His country's foe to be my friend :
Some cer shall to my favour rise,
By flatt’ring or malicious lies.
8. All those who wicked courses takes
An early sacrifice I'll make :
cut off, destroy, till none remain
God's holy city to profane.
PSALM CII. l HEN 1 pour out my soul in pray'r, Do thou, O Lord, attend ; To thy eternal throne of grace Let my sad cry ascend. 2 Ohide not thou thy glorious face In times of deep distress; Incline thine ear, and when I call, My sorrows soon redress.
3 Each cloudy portion of my life, Like scatter'd smoke expires; My shrivell'd bones are like a hearth Parch'd with continual fires. 4 My heart, like grass that feels the blast of some infectious wind, Does languish so with grief, that scarce My needful food I mind. *
8 All day by railing foes I'm made
The subject of their scorn;
Who all, possess'd with furious rage,
Have my destruction sworn.
9 With grov'ling on the ground I lie,
Oppress'd with grief and fears,
My bread is strew'd with ashes o'er,
My drink is mix’d with tears.
10 Because on me a double weight
Thy heavy wrath doth lie;
For thou, to make my fall more great,
Didst list me up on high.
11 My days, just hast'ning to their end,
Are like an ev'ning shade;
My beauty does, like wither'd grass,
With waning lustre fade.
12 But thy eternal state, O Lord,
No length of time shall waste;
The mem'ry of thy wondrous works
From age to age shall last.
13 Thou shalt arise, and Sion view
With an unclouded face;
For now her time is come, thy own
Appointed day of grace.
14 Her scatter'd ruins by thy saints
With pity are survey’d ;
They grieve to see her lofty spires
In dust and rubbish laid.
15, 16 The Name and glory of the Lord
All heathen kings shall sear;
When he shall Sion build again,
And in full state appear.
17, 18 When he regards the poor's request,
Nor slights their earnest pray’r;
Our sons, for their recorded grace,
Shail his just praise declare.
19 For God, from his abode on high,
His gracious beams display'd :
The Lord, from heav'n, his lofty throne,
Hath all the earth survey’d.
20 He listen’d to the captives' moans,
He heard their mournful cry,
And freed by his resistless pow'r,
The wretches doom'd to die.
21 That they in Sion, where he dwells
Might celebrate his fame,
And through the holy city sing
Loud praises to his Name :
22 When all the tribes assembling there,
Their solemn vows address,
And neighb'ring lands, with glad consent
The Lord their God confess.
23 But e'er my race is run, my strength
Through his fierce wrath decays;
He has, when all my wishes bloom'd,
Cut short my hopeful days.
24 Lord, end not thou my life, said I,
When half is scarcely past;
Thy years, from worldly changes free,
To endless ages last.
25 The strong foundations of the earth
Of old by thee were laid;
Thy hands the beauteous arch of heav'n
With wondrous skill have made.
26, 27. Whilst thou for ever shalt endure,
They soon shall pass away ;
And, like a garment often worn,
Shall tarnish and decay.
Like that, when thou ordain'st their change,
To thy command they bend;
But thou continu'st still the same,
Nor have thy years an end.
28 Thou to the children of thy saints
Shalt lasting quiet give;
Whose happy race, securely fix’d,
Shall in thy presence live.
1, 2 Y soul, inspir'd with sacred love,
God's holy Name for ever bless;
Of all his favours mindful prove,
And still thy grateful thanks express.
3, 4 Tis he that all thy sins forgives,
And after sickness makes thee sound;
From danger he thy life retrieves,
By him with grace and mercy crown'd.
5, 6 He with good things thy mouth supplies,
Thy vigour, eagle-like, renews;
He, when the guiltless suff’rer cries,
His foe with just revenge pursues,
7 God made of old his righteous ways
To Moses and our fathers known ;
His works, to his eternal praise,
Were to the sons of Jacob shown.
8 The Lord abounds with tender love,
And unexampled acts of grace ;
His waken'd wrath doth slowly move,
His willing mercy flies apace.
9, 10 God will not always harshly chide,
But with his anger quickly part;
And loves his punishments to guide
More by his love than our desert.
11 As high as heav'n its arch cxtends
Above this little spot of clay,
So much his boundless love transcends
The small respects that we can pay.
12, 13 As far as tis from east to west,
So far has he our sins remov’d ;
Who, with a father’s tender breast,
Has such as fear him always lov’d.
14, 15 For God, who all our frame surveys,
Considers that we are but clay ;
How fresh soe'er we seem, our days
Like grass or flow’rs must fade away.
16, 17 Whilst they are nipt with sudden blasts,
Nor can we find their former place;
God’s faithful mercy ever lasts,
To those that fear him and their race.
18 This shall attend on such as still
Proceed in his appointed way;
And who not only know his will,
But to it just obedience pay.
19, 20 The Lord, the Universal King,
In heav'n has fix’d his lofty throne;
To him, ye Angels, praises sing,
In whose great strength his pow'r is shqwn.
Ye that his just commands obey,
And hear and do his sacred will,
21 Ye hosts of his, this tribute pay,
Who still what he ordains fulfill.
, 22 Let ev'ry creature jointly bless
The mighty Lord : and thou, my heap',
With grateful joy thy thanks express,
And in this concert bear thy part.
PSALM CIV, l Bo. God, my soul; thou Lord, alone. Possessest empire without bounds; With honour thou art crown'd, thy throne Eternal Majesty surrounds. 2. With light thou dost thyself enrobe, And glory for a garment take : Heav'ns curtains stretch beyond the globe, Thy state of canopy to make. 3 God builds on liquid air, and forms His palace chambers in the skyes; The clouds his chariots are, and storms The swift-wing'd steeds with which he flies. 4. As bright as flame, as swift as wind, His ministers heav'n's palace fill, To have their sundry tasks assign'd, All proud to serve their sov’reign's will. 5, 6 Earth on her centre fix’d, he set, Her face with waters overspread; Nor proudest mountains dar'd as yet To list above the waves their head. 7 But when thy awful face appear'd, The insulting waves dispers'd ; they fled, When once thy thunder's voice they heard, And by their haste confess'd their dread. 3. Thence up by secret tracts they creep, And, gushing from the mountain's side, Through valleys travel to the deep, Appointed to receive their tide. 9 There hast thou fix’d the ocean’s bounds, The threat’ning surges to repel ; That they no more o'erpass their mounds, Nor to a second deluge swell. PART I I. 10 Yet thence in smaller parties drawn, The sea recovers her lost hills; And starting springs from ev’ry lawn Surprise the vales with plenteous rills. 11 The field's tame beasts are thither led, Weary with labour, faint with drought; And asses on wild mountains bred Have sense to find these currents out. Their shady trees from scorching beams Yield shelter to the feather'd throng; They drink, and to the bounteous Streams. Return the tribute of their song.