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5 Thro' thy victorious Name our arms
The proudest foes shall quell,
And crush them with repeated strokes,
As oft as they rebel.

6 I'll neither trust my bow nor sword, When I in fight engage;

7 But thee, who hast our foes subdu'd, And sham'd their spiteful rage.

8 To thee the triumph we ascribe,
From whom the conquest came;
In God we will rejoice all day,
And ever bless his Name.

The Second Part.

9 But thou hast cast us off, and now
Most shamefully we yield;

For thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead
Our armies to the field.

10 Since when, to ev'ry upstart foe
We turn our backs in fight;

And with our spoil their malice feast,
Who bear us ancient spite.

11 To slaughter doom'd, we fall like sheep
Into their butch'ring hands;
Or (what's more wretched yet) survive,
Dispers'd through heathen lands.

12 Thy people thou hast sold for slaves,
And set their price so low,
That not thy treasure by the sale,
But their disgrace may grow.

13, 14 Reproach'd by all the nations round,

The heathen's byword grown,
Whose scorn of us is both in speech
And mocking gestures shown.

15 Confusion strikes me blind, my face In conscious shame I hide,

16 While we are scoff'd, and God blasphem'd,

By their licentious pride.

The Third Part.

17 On us this heap of woes is fall'n,

All this we have endur'd;

Yet have not, Lord, renounc'd thy
Name,

Or faith to thee abjur'd.

18 But in thy righteous paths have kept Our hearts and steps with care; 19 Tho' thou hast broken all our strength, And we almost despair.

20 Could we, forgetting thy great Name, On other gods rely,

21 And not the Scarcher of all hearts The treach'rous crime descry?

22 Thou seest what suff'rings for thy sake We ev'ry day sustain ;

All slaughter'd, or reserv'd like sheep
Appointed to be slain.

23 Awake, arise; let seeming sleep
No longer thee detain ;

Nor let us, Lord, who sue to thee,
For ever sue in vain.

24 0 wherefore hidest thou thy face
From our afflicted state?

25 Whose souls and bodies sink to earth, With grief's oppressive weight.

26 Arise, O Lord, and timely haste
To our deliv'rance make;
Redeem us, Lord,-if not for ours,
Yet for thy mercy's sake.

WHI

PSALM XLV.

HILE I the King's loud praise rehearse,

Indited by my heart,

My tongue is like the pen of him
That writes with ready art.

2 How matchless is thy form, O King!
Thy mouth with grace o'erflows;
Because fresh blessings God on thee
Eternally bestows.

3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty Prince; And, clad in rich array,

With glorious ornaments of pow'r
Majestick pomp display.

4 Ride on in state, and still protect
The meek, the just, and true;
Whilst thy right hand with swift re-
venge

Does all thy foes pursue.

5 How sharp thy weapons are to them That dare thy pow'r despise! Down, down they fall, while through their heart

The feather'd arrow flies.

6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fix'd
For ever to endure;

Thy sceptre's sway shall always last,
By righteous laws secure.

7 Because thy heart, by justice led,
Did upright ways approve,
And hated still the crooked paths
Where wand'ring sinners rove:
Therefore did God, thy God, on thee
The oil of gladness shed;

And hath, above thy fellows round,
Advanc'd thy lofty head.

8 With cassia, aloes, and myrrh,
Thy royal robes abound;
Which, from the stately wardrobe
brought,

Spread grateful odours round.

9 Among the honourable train Did princely virgins wait;

The queen was plac'd at thy right hand

In golden robes of state.

The Second Part.

10 But thou, O royal bride, give ear,
And to my words attend;
Forget thy native country now,
And ev'ry former friend.

11 So shall thy beauty charm the King; Nor shall his love decay:

For he is now become thy Lord;
To him due rev'rence pay.

12 The Tyrian matrons, rich and proud,
Shall humble presents make;
And all the wealthy nations sue
Thy favour to partake.

13 The King's fair daughter's fairer soul
All inward graces fill;
Her raiment is of purest gold,
Adorn'd with costly skill.

14 She, in her nuptial garments drest,
With needles richly wrought,
Attended by her virgin train,
Shall to the King be brought.
15 With all the state of solemn joy
The triumph moves along,
Till with wide gates the royal court
Receives the pompous throng.
16 Thou, in thy royal father's room,
Must princely sons expect;

Whom thou to diff'rent realms may'st
send

To govern and protect.

17 Whilst this my song to future times Transmits thy glorious Name;

And makes the world, with one consent,

Thy lasting praise proclaim.

PSALM XLVI.

GOD is our refuge in distress,

A present help when dangers press; In him undaunted we'll confide: 2, 3 Though earth were from her centre tost,

And mountains in the ocean lost,

Torn piece-meal by the roaring tide. 4 A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our Lord shall fill,

The royal seat of God most high; 5 God dwells in Sion, whose fair tow'rs Shall mock th' assaults of earthly pow'rs,

While his almighty aid is nigh. 6 In tumults, when the heathen rag'd, And kingdoms war against us wag'd, He thunder'd, and dispers'd their pow'rs:

7 The Lord of hosts conducts our arms, Our tow'r of refuge in alarms,

Our fathers' guardian God and ours. 8 Come see the wonders he hath wrought, On earth what desolation brought;

How he has calm'd the jarring world: 9 He broke the warlike spear and bow; With them their thund'ring chariots

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Shall fix the place where we must dwell,

The pride of Jacob, his delight.

5, 6 God is gone up, our Lord and King, With shouts of joy and trumpet's sound;

To him repeated praises sing,

And let the cheerful song go round. 7,8 Your utmost skill in praise be shown, For him, who all the world commands;

Who sits upon his righteous throne, And spreads his sway o'er heathen lands.

9 Our chiefs and tribes, that far from hence

To serve the God of Abr'am came, Found him their constant sure defence:

How great and glorious is his Name!

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PSALM XLVIII.

HE Lord, the only God, is great,
And greatly to be prais'd
In Sion, on whose happy mount
His sacred throne is rais'd.

2 Her tow'rs, the joy of all the earth,
With beauteous prospect rise;

On her north side th' Almighty 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 her walls, admir'd and fled,

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 torn.

8 In Sion we have seen 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
You find a stone displac'd.

13 Her forts and palaces survey,
Observe their order well;

That with assurance to your heirs
This wonder you may tell.

14 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.
PSALM XLIX.

LET all the list'ning world attend,

And my instruction hear;

2 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 my tuneful harp I sing
Dark words of deep design.

5 Why should my courage fail in times
Of danger and of doubt,

When sinners, that would me supplant,

Have compass'd me about?

6 Those men that all their hope and trust

In heaps of treasure place,

And boast and 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 or bribes reverse
Th' Almighty Lord's decree.

8, 9 Their vain endeavours they must
quit ;

The price is held too high:

No sums can purchase such a grant,
That man should 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 tho' 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 beasts their memory and they
Shall share one common fate.
The Second Part.

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 men
In envied wealth abound,

Nor though their prosp'rous house increase,

With state and honour crown'd.

17 For when they're summon'd hence by death,

They leave all this behind;

No shadow of their former pomp
Within the grave they find:

18 And yet they thought their state was
bless'd,

Caught in the flatt'rer's snare,
Who with their vanity complied,
And prais'd their worldly care.

19 In their forefathers' steps they tread;
And when, like them, they die,
Their wretched ancestors and they
In endless darkness lie.

20 For man, how great soe'er his state,
Unless he's truly wise,

As like a sensual beast he lives,
So like a beast he dies.

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The heav'ns his justice shall declare;
For God himself shall sentence give.
7 Attend, my people; Israel, hear;
Thy strong accuser I'll appear;

Thy God, thy only God, am I:
8 '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 fold accept;
10 The forest beasts that range alone,
The cattle too are all my own,
That on a thousand hills are kept.
11 I know the fowls, that build their nests
In craggy rocks; and savage beasts,
That loosely haunt the open fields:
12 If seiz'd with hunger I could be,
I need not seek relief from thee,

Since the world's mine, and all it
yields.

13 Think'st thou that I have any need
On slaughter'd bulls and goats to feed;
To eat their flesh and drink their
blood ?

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14 The sacrifices I require, Are hearts which love and zeal inspire, And vows with strictest care made good.

15 In time of trouble call on me,

And I will set thee safe and free,
And thou returns of praise shalt
make:

16 But to the wicked thus saith God,
How dar'st thou teach my laws abroad,
Or in thy mouth my cov'nant take?
17 For stubborn thou, confirm'd in sin,
Hast proof against instruction been,
And of my word didst lightly speak:
18 When thou a subtle thief didst see,
Thou gladly didst with him agree,
And with adult'rers didst partake.
19 Vile slander is thy chief delight,

Thy tongue, by envy mov'd and spite, Deceitful tales doth hourly spread : 20 Thou dost with hateful scandals wound Thy brother, and with lies confound The offspring of thy mother's bed. 21 These things didst thou, whom still I strove

To gain with silence and with love; Till thou didst wickedly surmise, That I was such a one as thou: But I'll reprove and shame thee now, And set thy sins before thine eyes. 22 Mark this, ye wicked fools, lest I Let all my bolts of vengeance fly, Whilst none shall dare your cause to

own.

23 Who praises me, due honour gives;
And to the man that justly lives,

My strong salvation shall be shown.
PSALM LI.

AVE mercy, Lord, on me,

HAs thou wert ever kind;

Let me, opprest with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.

2, 3 Wash off my foul offence,

And cleanse me from my sin;
For I confess my crime, and see
How great my guilt has been.

4 Against thee, Lord, alone,
And only in thy sight,

Have I transgress'd, and, though condemn'd,

Must own thy judgment right.

5 In guilt each part was form'd
Of all this sinful frame;

In guilt I was conceiv'd, and born
The heir of sin and shame.

6 Yet thou, whose searching eye
Doth inward truth require,

In secret didst with wisdom's laws
My tender soul inspire.

7 With hyssop purge me, Lord,
And so I clean shall be;

I shall with snow in whiteness vie,
When purified by thee.

8 Make me to hear with joy
Thy kind forgiving voice;

9,

That so the bones which thou hast broke

May with fresh strength rejoice.

10 Blot out my crying sins,
Nor me in anger view;

Create in me a heart that's clean,
An upright mind renew.
The Second Part.

11 Withdraw not thou thy help,
Nor cast me from thy sight;
Nor let thy holy Spirit take
Its everlasting flight.

12 The joy thy favour gives
Let me again obtain;

And thy free Spirit's firm support
My fainting soul sustain.

13 So I thy righteous ways

To sinners will impart,
Whilst my advice shall wicked men
To thy just laws convert.

14 My guilt of blood remove,

My Saviour and my God;
And my glad tongue shall loudly tell
Thy righteous acts abroad.

15 Do thou unlock my lips,

With sorrow clos'd and shame;
So shall my mouth thy wondrous praise
To all the world proclaim.

16 Could sacrifice atone,

Whole flocks and herds should die; But on such off'rings thou disdain'st To cast a gracious eye.

17 A broken spirit is

By God most highly priz'd;

By him a broken contrite heart
Shall never be despis'd.

18 Let Sion favour find,

Of thy good-will assur'd;
And thy own city flourish long,
By lofty walls secur'd,

19 The just shall then attend,
And pleasing tribute pay;
And sacrifice of choicest kind
Upon thy altar lay.

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And at thy sudden ruin laugh,

And thus thy fall deride:

7 See there the man that haughty was,
Who proudly God defied,
Who trusted in his wealth, and still
On wicked arts relied.

8 But I am like those olive plants
That shade God's temple round;
And hope with his indulgent grace
To be for ever crown'd.

9 So shall my soul with praise, O God,
Extol thy wondrous love;
And on thy Name with patience wait;
For this thy saints approve.

PSALM LIII.

THE wicked fools must sure suppose

That God is but a name;

This gross mistake their practice Since virtue all disclaim.

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2 The Lord look'd down from heav'n's high tow'r,

The sons of men to view;

To see if any own'd his pow'r,
Or truth or justice knew.

3 But all, he saw, were backwards gone,
Degen'rate grown, and base;
None for religion car'd, not one
Of all the sinful race.

4 But are those workers of deceit
So dull and senseless grown,
That they, like bread, my people eat,
And God's just pow'r disown?

5 Their causeless fears shall strangely grow,

And they, despis'd of God,

Shall soon be foil'd; his hand shall throw

Their shatter'd bones abroad.

6 Would he his saving pow'r employ
To break our servile band,
Loud shouts of universal joy
Should echo through the land.

PSALM LIV.

LORD, save me, for thy glorious Name, And in thy strength appear,

2 To judge my cause; accept my pray❜r, And to my words give ear.

3 Merestrangers,whom I never wrong'd, To ruin me design'd;

And cruel men, that fear no God,
Against my soul combin'd.

4, 5 But God takes part with all my friends,

And he's the surest guard;
The God of truth shall give my foes
Their falsehood's due reward:

6 While I my grateful off'ring bring,
And sacrifice with joy;

And in his praise my time to come
Delightfully employ.

7 From dreadful danger and distress
The Lord hath set me free;
Through him shall I of all my foes
The just destruction see.

GI

PSALM LV.

IVE ear, thou Judge of all the earth,
And listen when I pray;

Nor from thy humble suppliant turn
Thy glorious face away.

2 Attend to this my sad complaint,
And hear my grievous moans;
Whilst I my mournful case declare
With artless sighs and groans.

3 Hark, how the foe insults aloud!
How fierce oppressors rage!
Whose sland'rous tongues, with wrath-
ful hate,

Against my fame engage.

4, 5 My heart is rack'd with pain, my soul With deadly frights distress'd;

With fear and trembling compass'd round,

With horror quite oppress'd.

6 How often wish'd I then, that I
The dove's swift wings could get;
That I might take my speedy flight,
And seek a safe retreat.

7,8 Then would I wander far from hence,

And in wild deserts stray,

Till all this furious storm were spent,
This tempest past away.

The Second Part.

9 Destroy, O Lord, their ill designs,
Their counsels soon divide;
For through the city my griev'd eyes
Have strife and rapine spied.

10 By day and night on ev'ry wall

They walk their constant round; And in the midst of all her strength Are grief and mischief found.

11 Whoe'er thro' ev'ry part shall roam, With fresh disorders meet;

Deceit and guile their constant posts
Maintain in ev'ry street.

12

For 'twas not any open foe

That false reflections made;

For then I could with ease have borne
The bitter things he said:

'Twas none who hatred had profess'd
That did against me rise;

For then I had withdrawn myself
From his malicious eyes:

13, 14 But 'twas e'en thou, my guide, my friend,

Whom tend'rest love did join ; Whose sweet advice I valu'd most, Whose pray'rs were mix'd with mine. 15 Sure vengeance, equal to their crimes, Such traitors must surprise; And sudden death requite those ills They wickedly devise.

16, 17 But I will call on God, who still Shall in my aid appear;

At morn, and noon, and night I'll pray,

And he my voice shall hear.

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