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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.

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PSALM XLI.

TAPPY the man whofe tender care

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H relieves the poor diftrefs'd!

When troubles compafs him around,
the Lord fhall give him reft.

2 The Lord his life, with bleffings crown'd,
in fafety fhall prolong;
And disappoint the will of those
that feek to do him wrong.

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

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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.

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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."
9 My own familiar bofom-friend, 3/4
on whom I moft rely'd, wide ra
Has me, whofe daily gueft he was,
with open fcorn defy'd. or
10 But thou my fad and wretched ftate,
in mercy, Lord, regard;

And raife me up, that all their crimes
may meet their juft reward.o

11 By this I know thy gracious ear b
is open, when I call solam d
Because thou fuffer'ft not my foes!
to triumph in my fall. A

12 Thy tender care fecures my life!
from danger and difgrace

And thou vouchfaf'ft to fet me ftill
before thy glorious face.

13 Let therefore Ifrael's Lord and God
from age to age be blefs'd;te
And all the people's glad applaufe
with loud Amens exprefs'd.d
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S pants the hart for cooling ftreams,
when heated in the chace;
So longs my foul, O God, for thee,
and thy refreshing grace, ab

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
my thirfty foul doth pine;

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
thofe happy days prefent,

When I, with troops of pious friends,
thy temple did frequent.

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When I advanc'd with fongs of praise,
my folemn vows to pay,

And led the joyful facred throng, re
that kept the festal day.

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5 Why restless, why caft down, my foul? truft God; who will employ.

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His aid for thee, and change thefe fighs.
to thankful hymns of joy.

6 My foul's caft down, O God! but thinks on thee and Sion ftill;,

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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
a roaring fea is spread.

8 But when thy prefence, Lord of life,
has once difpell'd this storm,

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To thee I'll midnight anthems fingit
and all my vows perform...

God of my strength, how long thall I,
like one forgotten, mourn;

Forlorn, forfaken, and expos'do
to my oppreffor's fcorn?

10 My heart is pierc'd, as with a sword,
while thus my foes upbraid:

"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

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The praife of him who is thy God,
thy health's eternal fpring.

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PSALM XLIII.

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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.

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PSALM XLIV.

LORD, our fathers oft have told
in our attentive ears,

Thy wonders, in their days perform'd,
and elder times than theirs :

2 How thou, to plant them here, didft drive
the heathen from this land,
Difpeopled by repeated strokes
of thy avenging hand.

3 For not their courage, nor their fword,
to them poffeffion gave;

Nor ftrength, that from unequal force
their fainting troops could fave:
But thy right-hand, and pow'rful arm,
whofe fuccour they implor'd;
Thy prefence with the chofen race,
who thy great Name ador'd.

4 As thee their God our father's own'd,
thou art our fov'reign King;

O! therefore, as thou did'ft to them.
to us deliv'rance bring.

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;

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But thee, who haft our foes fubdu'd,
and sham'd their spiteful rage.

8 To thee the triumph we ascribe,
from whom the conqueft came:
In God, we will rejoice all day,
and ever blefs his Name.

PART II.

9 But thou haft caft us off; and now
most shamefully we yield;

For thou no more vouchfaf'ft 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 Toflaughter doom'd, we fall, like sheep, into their butch'ring hands;

Or (what's more wretched yet) furvive,
difpers'd through heathen lands.

12 Thy people thou haft fold for flaves,
and fet their price fo low,

That not thy treasure, by the fale,
but their difgrace, may grow.

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.

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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.

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