14 In my deliv'rance, Lord, appear, and add to that deliv'rance speed. Confufion on their heads return, who to destroy my foul combine; Let them, defeated, blufh and mourn, enfnar'd in their own vile defign. 15 Their doom let defolation be, with fhame their malice be repaid, Who mock'd my confidence in thee, and fport of my affliction made. 16 While those who humbly feek thy face, to joyful triumphs fhall be rais'd; And all who prize thy faving grace, with me refound, The Lord be prais'd. 17 Thus, wretched though I am and poor, of me th' Almighty Lord takes care : Thou God who only canft restore, to my relief with ipeed repair. I PSALM XLI. TAPPY the man whofe tender care Η H relieves the poor diftrefs'd! When troubles compafs him around, 2 The Lord his life, with bleffings crown'd, 3 If he in languishing eftate, opprefs'd with fickness lie; The Lord will eafy make his bed, and inward ftrength supply, 4 Secure of this, to thee, my God, I thus my pray'r address'd; "Lord, for thy mercy, heal my foul, "though I have much tranfgrefs'd." 5 My cruel foes, with fland'rous words, attempt to wound my fame; "When shall he die," fay they," and men forget his very name?" 6 Suppose they formal vifits make, tis all but empty fhow; They gather mifchief in their hearts, - and vent it where they go. 7, 8 With private whifpers, fuch as thefe, to hurt me they devife; br "A fore difeafe afflicts him now; "he's fall'n no more to rife." And raife me up, that all their crimes 11 By this I know thy gracious ear b 12 Thy tender care fecures my life! And thou vouchfaf'ft to fet me ftill 13 Let therefore Ifrael's Lord and God S pants the hart for cooling ftreams, 2 For thee, my God, the living God, O! when fhall I behold thy face, thou Majefty Divine? Tears are my conftant food, while thus infulting foes upbraid; "Deluded wretch! where's now thy God? as and where's his promis'd aid?" 4 I figh, whene'er my mufing thoughts When I, with troops of pious friends, . When I advanc'd with fongs of praise, And led the joyful facred throng, re 5 Why restless, why caft down, my foul? truft God; who will employ. His aid for thee, and change thefe fighs. 6 My foul's caft down, O God! but thinks on thee and Sion ftill;, 7 From Jordan's bank, from Hermon's heights, and Mizar's humbler hill. One trouble calls another on, and, gath'ring o'er my head, Fall fpouting down, till round my foul 8 But when thy prefence, Lord of life, 9 To thee I'll midnight anthems fingit God of my strength, how long thall I, Forlorn, forfaken, and expos'do 10 My heart is pierc'd, as with a sword, "Vain boaster, where is now thy God? "and where his promis'd aid 221 11 Why restlefs, why caft down, my foul? hope ftill; and thou shalt fing I The praife of him who is thy God, JUS PSALM XLIII. 1: UST Judge of heav'n, against my foes do thou affert my injur'd right; O fet me free, my God, from thofe that in deceit and wrong delight. 2 Since thou art still my only stay, why leav'st thou me in deep diftrefs? Why go I mourning all the day, whilst me insulting foes opprefs? 3 Let me with light and truth be bleft; be these my guides, to lead the way, Till on thy holy hill I reft, and in thy facred temple pray. 4 Then will I there fresh altars raise to God, who is my only joy; And well-tun'd harps, with fongs of praise, fhall all my grateful hours employ. 5 Why then caft down, my foul? and why fo much opprefs'd with anxious care? On God, thy God, for aid rely, who will thy ruin'd state repair. PSALM XLIV. LORD, our fathers oft have told Thy wonders, in their days perform'd, 2 How thou, to plant them here, didft drive 3 For not their courage, nor their fword, Nor ftrength, that from unequal force 4 As thee their God our father's own'd, O! therefore, as thou did'ft to them. 5 Through thy victorious Name, our arms the proudeft foes fhall quell; And crush them with repeated strokes, as oft as they rebel. 6 I'll neither truft my bow nor fword, when I in fight engage; 7 But thee, who haft our foes fubdu'd, 8 To thee the triumph we ascribe, PART II. 9 But thou haft caft us off; and now For thou no more vouchfaf'ft to lead 10 Since when, to ev'ry upstart foe 11 Toflaughter doom'd, we fall, like sheep, into their butch'ring hands; Or (what's more wretched yet) furvive, 12 Thy people thou haft fold for flaves, That not thy treasure, by the fale, 13, 14 Reproach'd by all the nations round, the heathen's by-word grown; .⠀⠀* Whofe fcorn of us is both in fpeech, S and mocking geftures shown. 15 Confusion strikes me blind; my face in conscious fhame I hide; 16 While we are fcoff'd, and God blafphem'd, by their licentious pride. : PART III. 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 fteps with care; 19 Though thou haft broken all our ftrength, and we almost despair. 20 Could we, forgetting thy great Name, on other gods rely, 21 And not the Searcher of all hearts the treach'rous crime defcry? 22 Thou see'ft what fuff'rings, for thy fake, we ev'ry day sustain ; All flaughter'd, or referv'd like sheep. appointed to be flain. |