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15 When drought oppress'd them, And all around their spreading camp
The ready booty lay.
29 They fed, were fill'd; he gave them He cleft the rock, whose dinty breast
leave Dissolv'd into a tide.
Their appetites to feast; 16 Streams from the solid rock he 30, 31 Yet stili their wanton lust cray'd brought,
on, Which down in rivers fell,
Nor with their hunger ceas'd, That, trav'ling with their camp, each But whilst in their luxurious mouths day
They did their danties chew,
The wrath of God smote down their
And Israel's chosen slew.
32 Yet still they sinn'd, vor would af
His miracles belief:
Consum'd their lives in grief.
turn'd Can God,' say they, prepare
To God with early cry;, .A table in the wilderness,
35 Own'd him the Rock of their de Set out with various fare?
And gushing streams ensu’d; 36 But this was feign'd submission all;
37 Their heart was still perverse, ner 21 The Lord with indignation heard:
Firm in his league abide.
Nor did with death chastise;
Or would not let it rise.
That could not long reraain; Their wants so oft supplyd; A murm”ing wind, that's quickly past, 23 Though he had made his clouds dis And ne'er returns again. charge
40 How oft did they provoke him there, Provisions down in showers;
How oft his patience grieve,
Their fainting souls relieve!
41 They tempted him by turning back
When Israel's God refused to be
By their desires confined.
That their redemption brought;
43_His signs in Egypt, wondrous works 25 Thus man with angels' sacred food, In Zoan's valley wrought. Ungrateful man was fed;
44 He turn'd their rivers into blood, Not sparingiy, for still they found That man and beast forbore, A pleteous table spread.
And rather choose to die of thirst, 26 From heaven he made an east wind Than drink the putrid gore. blow,
45 He sent devouring swarms of flies; Then did the south command
Hoarse frogs anney'd their soil;
The harvest of their toil.
47 Tbeir vines with battering bail were 28 Within their trenches be let fall
broke; The luscious easy prey;
With frost the fig-tree dies;
18 Lightning and hail made flocks and 65 Then, as a giant rous'd from sleep, herds
Whom wine had throughly warn'd, One general sacrifice.
Shouts out aloud, the Lord awak'd, 19 He turn'd his anger loose, and set And his proud soe alarm'd. No time for it to cease;
66 He smote their host, that from the field And with their plagues ill angels sent,
A scatter'd remnant came, Their torments to increase.
With wounds imprinted on their backs 50 He clear'd a passage for his wrath Of everlasting shame. To ravage uncontroll'd;
67 With conquest crown'd, he Joseph's The murain on their firstlings seiz’d,
tents In every field and fold.
And Ephraim's tribe forsook; 51 The deadly pest from beast to man, 63 But Judah chose, and Sion's mount From field to city, came;
For his lov'd dwelling took. It slew their heirs, their eldest hopes, 69 Mis teinple he erected there, Through all the tents of Ham.
With spires exalted high;
He brought from their distress; The strong foundations lie.
He for his choice did own,
To set on Judah's throne. But march'd securely through those 71 From tending on the teeming ewes deeps
He brought him forth to feed In which their foes were drown'd. His own inheritance, the tribes 34 Nor ceas'd his care, till them he Of Israel's chosen seed. brought
72 Exalted thus, the monarch prov'd Safe to his promised land;
A faithful shepherd still;
And guided them with skill. 55 To them the outcast heathen's land
hosts Made Israel's tribes reside.
Have thy possession seiz'd!
Thy sacred house they have defiled, 56 Yet still they tempted, still provok'd Thy holy city raz'd!
The wrath of God most high; 2 The mangled bodies of thy saints Nor would to practise his commands Abroad unbury'd lay;
Their stubborn hearts apply ;, Their flesh expos'd to savage beasts, 57 But in their faithless fathers' steps And rav'nous birds of prey. Perversely chose to go;
3 Quite through Jerus'lem was their They turn'd aside, like arrows shot
blood From some deceitful bow.
Like common water shed; 68 For him to fury they provok'd And none were left alive to pay With altars set on high;
Last duties to the dead. And with their graven images
4 The neighb'ring lands our small reInflam'd his jealousy.
mains 59 When God heard this, on Israel's tribes With loud reproaches wound; His wrath and hatred fell;
And we a laughing-stock are made 60 He quitted Shiloh, and the tents To all the nations round.
Where once he chose to dwell. 5 How long wilt thou be angry, Lord? 61 [o vile captivity his ark,
Must we for ever mourn? His glory to disdain,
Shall thy devouring jealous rage, 62 His people to the sword he gave, Like fire, for ever burn?
Nor would his wrath restrain. 16 On foreign lands, that know not thee, 63 Destructive war their ablest youth Thy heavy vengeance shower; Uptimely did confound;
Those sinful kingdoms let it crush, No virgin was to th' altar led,
That bave not own'd thy power. With nuptial garlands crown'd. 7 For their devouring jaws have preyt 64 In fight the sacrificer fell,
On Jacob's chosen race; The priest a victim bled,
And to a barren desert turn'd And widows, who their death should Tbeir fruitful dwelling place. mourn,
8 O think not on our former sing, Themselves of grief were dead. But speedily prevent
The utter ruin of thy saints,
Which, bless'd with thy indulgent ray, Almns with sorrow spent.
O'er all the land did widely shoot. 9 Thor in of our salvation, help, 10, 11 The hills were cover'd with its And in our souis from blame;
shade, So shail our pardon and defence
Its goodly boughs did cedars seem; Exalt thy glorious name.
Its branches to the sea were spread, 10 Let infidels, that scoffing say,
Aud reach'd to proud Euphrates' " Where is the God they boast”
stream. In vengeance for thy slaughter'd saints, 12 Why then hast thou its hedge o'erPerceive thee to their cost.
thrown, 11 Lord, hear the sighing pris'ner's Which thou hast made so firm and moans,
strong? Thy saving power extend;
Whilst all its grapes, defenceless grown, Preserve the wretches doonu'd to die, Are pluck'd by those that pass along. From that untimely end.
13 See how the bristling forest-boar 12 On them who us oppress let all With dreadful fury lays it waste; Our sufferings be repaid;
Hark! how the savage monsters roar, Make their confusion seven times more And to their helpless prey make haste, Than what on us they laid.
PART III. 13 So we, thy people and thy flock, Shall ever praise thy name;
14 To thee, O God of hosts, we pray; And with glad hearts our grateful Thy wonted goodness, Lord, renews thanks,
From heaven, thy throne, this vine sur From age to age proclaim.
vey PSALM LXXX.
And her sad state with pity view.
15 Behold the vineyard made by thee, O Israel's Shepherd, Joseph's Guide,
Which thy right hand did guard so Our prayers to thee vouchsafe to
long; hear; Thou that dost on the Cherubs ride,
And keep that branch from danger free, Again in solemn state appear.
Which for thyself thou mad'st so 2 Behold how Benjamin expects,
16 To wasting flames 'tis made a prey, With Ephraim and Manasseh join'd,
And all its spreading In our deliv'rance the effects
cut down; Of thy resistless strength to find.
At thy rebuke they soon decay, 3 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
And perish at thy dreadful frown. The lustre of thy face display;
17 Crown thou the King with good suc
cess, And all the ills we suffer now, Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.
By thy right hand secur'd from 4 0 thou, whom heavenly hosts obey,
wrong; How long shall thy fierce anger burn! The Son of Man in mercy bless, How long thy suffering people pray,
Whom forthyself thou mad'st so strong. And to their prayers have no return ? 18 So shall we still continue free
From whatsoe'er deserves thy blame; 5 When hungry, we are forc'd to drench Our scanty food in floods of woe;
And, if once more reviv'd by thee, When dry, our raging thirst we quench
Will always praise thy holy name. With streams of tears that largely flow. 19. Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
The lustre of thy face display; 6 For us the heathen nations round,
And all the ills we suffer now,
Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.
PSALM LXXXI. 7 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou The lustre of thy face display;
TWich loud applauses sing;
God, our never-failing strength, And all the ills we suffer now, Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.
And jointly make a cheerful noise
To Jacob's awful King.
2 Compose a hymn of praise, and touch
Let psalteries and pleasant harps And, casting out the heathen race, Your grateful skill employ. Didst plant it with thine own right hand, 3 Let trumpets at the great new mood And firmly fix it in their place.
Their joyful voices raise, 9 Before it thou prepar'dst the way, To celebrate th' appointed time,
And mad'st it take a lasting root, The soleinn day of praise,
HD longer silent be;
4 For this a statute was of old, In state surveys the earthly gods, Which Jacob's God decreed;
And does their judgments try, To be with pious care observ'd 2, 3 How dare ye then unjustly judge, By Israel's chosen seed.
Or be to sinners kind ? 5 This he for a memorial fix'd, Defend the orphans and the poor ;,
When, freed from Egypt's land, Let such your justice find. Strange nations' barb'rous speech we 4 Protect the humble helpless man, heard,
Reduc'd to deep distress; But could not understand.
And let not him become a prey 6 Your burden'd shoulders I reliev'd, To such as would oppress. (Thus seems Our God to say)
5 They neither know, nor will they learn, Your servile hands by me were freed But blindly rove and stray; From lab'ring in the clay.
Justice and truth, the world's support, 7 Your ancestors, with wrongs oppressid, Through all the land decay. To me for aid did call;
6 Well then might God in anger say, With pity I their sufferings saw,
I've call'd you by my name; And set them free from all.
"I've said ye're gods, and all ally'd They sought for me, and from the cloud "To the Most High in fame: In thunder I reply'd;
7 But ne'ertheless your unjust deeds At Meribah's contentious stream
"To strict account I'll call; Their faith and duty try'd.
You all shall die like common men, PART II.
Like other tyrants fall.'
8 Arise, and thy just judgments, Lord, & While I my solemn will declare, Throughout the earth display; My chosen people, hear:
And all the nations of the world If thou, O Israel, to my words
Shall own thy righteous sway. Will lend thy listning ear; 9 Then shall no God besides myself
PSALM LXXXIII. Within thy coast be found;
TOLD not thy peace, O Lord our God, Nor shalt thou worship any god Of all the nations round.
Nor with consenting quiet looks 10 The Lord thy God am I, who thee Our ruin calmly see.
Brought forth from Egypt's land; 2 For lo! the tumults of thy foes 'Tis I that all thy just desires
O'er all the land are spread; Supply with lib'ral hand.
And those who hate thy saints and thee, 11 But they, my chosen race, refus'd Lift up their threatning head. To hearken to my voice;
3 Against thy zealous people, Lord, Nor would rebellious Israel's sons They craftily combine;
Make me their happy choice. And to destroy thy chosen saints 12 So I, provok'd, resign'd them up, Have laid their close design. To ev'ry lust a prey ;
4 Come let us cut them off, say they, And in their own perverse designs • Their nation quite deface; Permitted them to stray.
That no remembrance may remain 13 O that my people wisely would
Of Israel's hated race.' My just commandments heed! 5 Thus they against thy people's peace And Israel in my righteous ways
Consult with one consent ; With pious care proceed!
And diff'ring nations, jointly leagu'd, 14 Then should my heavy judgments fall Their common malice vent. On all that them oppose,
6 The Ishmaelites, that dwell in tents, And my avenging hand be turn'd With warlike Edom join'd, Against their num'rous foes.
And Moab's sons, our ruin vow, 15 Their enemies and mine should all With Hagar's race combin'd. Before my foot-stool bend;
7 Proud Ammon's offspring, Gabal too, But as for them, their happy state With Amalek conspire; Should never know an end.
The lords of Palestine, and all 16 All parts with plenty should abound; The wealthy sons of Tyre. With finest wheat their field:
8 All these the strong Assyrian king The barren rocks, to please their taste, Their firm ally have got; Should richest honey yield.
Who with a pow'rful army aids
Th' incestuous race of Lot.
PART II. (OD in the great assembly stands, 9 But let such vengeance come to them, I Where his impartial eye
As once to Midian came ,
To Tahin and proud Sisera,
7 Thus they proceed from strength to At Kishon's fatal stream;
strength, 10 When thy right hand their num'rous And still approach more near ; hosts
Till all on Sion's holy mount,
Before their God appear.
My just request regard:
Be still with favour heard. As Zeba and Zalmuna, so
9 Behold, O God, for thou alone Let all their princes fare:
Canst timely aid dispense; 12 Who, with the same design inspir'd, On thy anointed servant look, Thus vainly boasting spake,
Be thou his strong defence. 'In firin possession for ourselves 10 For in thy courts one single day • Let us God's houses take.'
'Tis better to attend,
Which dowowards swifily move; A thousand days to spend.
The meanest office take,
My pompous dwelling make. That on parch'd mountains grows, 11 For God, who is our Sun and Shield, So let thy fierce pursuing wrath
Wil grace and glory give; With terrors strike thy foes.
And no good thing will he withhold 16, 17 Lord, shroud their faces with dis From them that justly live. grace,
12 Thou God, whom heavenly hosts That they may own thy name;
obey, Or them confound, whose harden'd How highlý blest is he, hearts
Whose hope and trust
, securely plac'u, Thy gentler means disclaim.
Is still repos'd on thee!
LORD thou hast granted to thy land
And faithiul Jacob's captive race
Hast graciously restor'd. God of hosts, the mighty Lord, 2, 3 Thy people's sins thou hast forgiven, llow lovely is the place
And all their guilt defic'd; Where thou, enthron'd in glory, show'st Thou hast not let thy wrath flame on, The brightness of thy face!
Nor thy fierce anger last. 2 My longing sou faints with desire 4 O God our Saviour, all our hearts 3 To view thy blest abode;
To thy obedience turn; 1 My panting beart and nesh cry out That, quench'd with our repenting tears, For thee, the living Gou.
Thy wrath no more may burn. 3 The birds, more happy far than I, 15, 6 for why should'st thou be angry still, Arouni thy temple throng;
And wrath so long retain? Securely there they build, and there Revive us, Lord, and let thy saints Securely latch their young.
Thy wonted comfort gain. 4 O Lord of bosts, my King and God, 17 Thy gracious favour, Lord, display, How highly blest are they,
Which we have long implor'd; Who in thy temple always dwell, . And, for thy wondrous mercy's sake, And there thy praise display!
Thy wonted airl afford,
For he, with glad success,
If they no more to folly turn,
9 To all that fear his holy name 6 Who pass through Baca's thirsty vale, His sure salvation's near; Yet no refreshment want;
And in its former happy state Their pools are fill'd with rain, which Our nation shall appear. thou
10 For mercy now with truth is join'de At their request dost grant.
And righteousness with peace,