;

1

9 My eyes from weeping never cease; His fear through all their hearts should
They waste, but still my griefs increase
Yet daily, Lord, to thee I've pray'd,
With out-stretch'd hands invoked thy 8

aid.

10 Wilt thou by miracle revive
The dead, whom thou forsook'st alive?
From death restore, thy praise to sing,
Whom thou from prison would'st not
bring?

11 Shall the mute grave thy love con-
fess?

A mouldering tomb thy faithfulness?
12 Thy truth and power renown obtain
Where darkness and oblivion reign?
13 To thee, O Lord, I cry forlorn;
My prayer prevents the early morn:
14 Why hast thou, Lord, my soul for-11
sook,

Nor once vouchsaf'd a gracious look? 15 Prevailing sorrows bear me down, Which from my youth with me have grown;

Thy terrors past distract my mind,
And fears of blacker days behind.
16 Thy wrath hast burst upon my head,
Thy terrors fill my soul with dread;
17 Environed as with waves combined,
And for a general deluge joined.
18 My lovers, friends, familiars, all
Removed from sight, and out of call;
To dark oblivion all retired,
Dead, or at least to me expired.

PSALM LXXXIX.

Of such a numerous, faithful host,
As that which does thy throne sur
round?

9 Thou dost the lawless sea control,

And change the prospect of the deep; Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll;

THY mercies, Lord, shall be my song;
My song on them ever
To ages yet unborn, my tongue
Thy never-failing truth shall tell.
2 I have affirm'd and still maintain,
Thy mercy shall for ever last;
Thy truth, that does the heavens sustain,
Like them shall stand for ever fast.
3 Thus spak'st thou by the prophet's
voice,

I

4

spread,

Who his Almighty name confess.
Lord God of armies, who can boast
Of strength or pow'r like thine re
nown'd?

'With David I a league have made: To him, my servant, and my choice, Bysolemn oath this grant convey'd: 4While earth, and seas, and skies en

dure,

Thy seed shall in my sight remain;
To them thy throne I will ensure,

They shall to endless ages reign.'
5 For such stupendous truth and love,
Both heaven and earth just praises owe,
By choirs of angels sung above,

And by assembled saints below. 6 What seraph of celestial birth

3

To vie with Israel's God shall dare? Or who among the gods of earth

With our Almighty Lord compare? 7 With rev'rence and religious dread, His saints should to his temple press;

Thou mak'st the rolling billows sleep. 10 Thou break'st in pieces Rahab's pride, And didst oppressing power disarm; Thy scatter'd foes have dearly try'd The force of thy resistless arm.

In thee the sov'reign right remains Of earth and heaven; thee, Lord, alone The world, and all that it contains,

Their Maker and Preserver own. 12 The poles on which the globe does

rest

Were form'd by thy creating voice; Tabor and Hermon, east and west,

In thy sustaining power rejoice. 13 Thy arm is mighty, strong thy hand, Yet, Lord, thou dost with justice reign; 14 Possess'd of absolute command,

Thou truth and mercy dost maintain. 15 Happy, thrice happy they, who hear Thy sacred trumpet's joyful sound; Who may at festivals appear,

With thy most glorious presence crown'd.

16 Thy saints shall always be o'erjoy'd,

name

on thy And in thy righteousness employ'd, Above their foes be rais'd on high. 17 For in thy strength they shall advance,

Whose conquests from thy favour
spring;

18 The Lord of hosts is our defence,
And Israel's God our Israel's King.
19 Thus spak'st thou by thy Prophet's
voice.

'A mighty champion I will send;
From Judah's tribe have I made choice
'Of one, who shall the rest defend.
My servant David I have found,
'With holy oil anointed him;

20

21

Him shall the hand support that crown'd,

22

And guard, that gave the diadem.
No prince from him shall tribute
force,

'No son of strife shall him annoy; 23His spiteful foes I will disperse,

'And them before his face destroy. 24My truth and grace shall him sus

tain;

'His armies, in well-order'd ranks,

Tyrian Shall thy consuming anger burn,
Till that and we at once expire?
47 Consider, Lord, how short a space
Thou dost for mortal life ordain;
No method to prolong the race,

But loading it with grief and pain. 48 What man is he that can control

25 Shall conquer, from the Main

To Tigris and Euphrates' banks. 26 Me for his father he shall take,

His God and rock of safety call; 27 Him I my first-born son will make, And earthly kings his subjects all. 28 To him my mercy I'll secure,

'My cov'nant make for ever fast: 29liis seed for ever shall endure; 'His throne, till heaven dissolves, shall last.

1

PART II.

30 'But if his heirs my law forsake,

And from my sacred precepts stray; 31If they my righteous statutes break, 'Nor strictly my commands obey; 32 Their sins I'll visit with a rod, 'And for their folly make them smart ;

SS' Yet will not cease to be their God, Nor from my truth, like them depart.

34 My cov'nant I will ne'er revoke,
'But in remembrance fast retain ;
'The thing that once my lips have spoke

Shall in eternal force remain.

35 'Once I have sworn, but once for all,
And made my holiness the tie,
"That I my grant will ne'er recall,
Nor to my servant David lie;
36Whose throne and race the constant

sun

'Shall, like his course, establish'd see; 37 Of this my oath, thou conscious moon,

'In heaven my faithful witness be.' 38 Such was thy gracious promise, Lord; But thou hast now our tribes forsook, Thy own Anointed hast abhorr'd,

And turn'd on him thy wrathful look. 39 Thou seemest to have render'd void The covenant with thy servant made; Thou hast his dignity destroy'd,

And in the dust his honour laid. 40 Of strong holds thou hast him bereft, And brought his bulwarks to decay; 41 His frontier coasts defenceless left,

Death's strict unalterable doom?
Or rescue from the grave his soul,
The grave that must mankind en-
tomb?

49 Lord, where's thy love, thy boundless
grace,

The oath to which thy truth did seal,
Consign'd to David and his race,
The grant which time shall ne'er re-
peal?

A public scorn, and common prey. 42 His ruin does glad triumphs yield

To foes, advanced by thee to might; 43 Thou hast his conquering sword un steel'd,

His valour turn'd to shameful flight. 44 His glory is to darkness fled,

His throne is leveli'd with the ground; 45 His youth to wretched bondage led, With shame o'erwhelm'd and sorrow drown'd.

46 How long shall we thy absence

mourn?

Wilt thou for ever, Lord, retire?

50 See how thy servants treated are With infamy, reproach and spite; Which in my silent breast I bear,

From nations of licentious might. 51How they,reproaching thy great name, Have made thy servant's hope their jest;

52 Yet thy just praises we'll proclaim, And ever sing, the Lord be blest. PSALM XC,.

Lord, the Saviour and defence
Of us thy chosen race,
From age to age thou still hast been
Our sure abiding place.

2 Before thou brought'st the mountains
forth,

Or th' earth and world didst frame, Thou always wast the mighty God, And ever art the same.

3 Thou turnest man, O Lord, to dust, Of which he first was made;

And when thou speak'st the word, Return,

"Tis instantly obey'd.

4 For in thy sight a thousand years Are like a day that's past, Or like a watch in dead of night, Whose hours unminded waste. 15 Thou sweep'st us off as with a flood, We vanish hence like dreams; At first we grow like grass that feels The sun's reviving beams; 6 But howsoever fresh and fair Its morning beauty shows; 'Tis all cut down and wither'd quite, Before the evening close. 7, 8 We by thine anger are consum'd, And by thy wrath dismay'd; Our public crimes and secret sins Before thy sight are laid. 9 Beneath thy anger's sad effects Our drooping days we spend Our unregarded years break off, Like tales that quickly end. 10 Our term of time is seventy years, An age that few survive ;

Yet then our boasted strength decays,
To sorrow turn'd and pain;
So soon the slender thread is cut,
And we no more remain.
PART II.

But if, with more than common strength, 9 Because, with well-plac'd confidence,
To eighty we arrive,
Thou mak'st the Lord thy sure defence,
And on the Highest dost rely;
10 Therefore no ill shall thee befall,
Nor to thy healthful dwelling shall

Any infectious plagues draw nigh. 11 For he throughout thy happy days, To keep thee safe in all thy ways,

Shall give his angels strict commands; 12 And they, lest thou should'st chance

to meet

11 But who thy anger's dread effects
Does, as he ought, revere?
And yet thy wrath does fall or rise,
As more or less we fear.

12 So teach us, Lord, th' uncertain sum

Of our short days to mind,

That to true wisdom all our hearts
May ever be inclin'd.

13 0 to thy servants, Lord, return,
And speedily relent!
As we forsake our sins, do thou
Revoke our punishment.
14 To satisfy and cheer our souls,
Thy early mercy send;
That we may all our days to come
In joy and comfort spend.
15 Let happy times, with large amends,
Dry up our former tears,
Or equal at the least the term
Of our afflicted years.

16 To all thy servants, Lord, let this
Thy wondrous work be known,
And to our offspring yet unborn

Thy glorious power be shown,
17 Let thy bright rays upon us shine,
Give thou our work success;
The glorious work we have in hand
Do thou Touchsafe to bless.

PSALM XCI.

HE

E that has God his guardian made,
Shall, under the Almighty's shade,
Secure and undisturb'd abide:
2 Thus to my soul of him I'll say,
He is my fortress and iny stay,

My God, in whom I will confide.
8 His tender love and watchful care
Shall free thee from the fowler's snare,
And from the noisome pestilence:
4 He over thee his wings shall spread,
And cover thy unguarded head;

His truth shall be thy strong defence. 5 No terrors that surprise by night Shall thy undaunted courage fright

Nor deadly shafts that fly by day; 6 Nor plague, of unknown rise, that kills In darkness, nor infectious ills

That in the hottest season slay. 7 A thousand at thy side shall die, At thy right hand ten thousand lie, While thy firm health untouch'd remains;

8 Thou only shalt look on and see The wicked's dismal tragedy,

And count the sinner's mournful gains.

With some rough stone to wound thy feet,

Shall bear thee safely in their hands. 13 Dragons and asps that thirst for blood, And lions, roaring for their food,

Beneath his conquering feet shall lie; 14 Because he lov'd and honour'd me, Therefore, says God, I'll set him free,

And fix his glorious throne on high. 15 He'll call; I'll answer when he calls, And rescue him when ill befalls;

Increase his honour and his wealth: 16 And when, with undisturb'd content, His long and happy life is spent,

His end I'll crown with saving health.
PSALM XCII.

OW good and pleasant must it be
high;
And with repeated hymns of praise
His name to magnify!

2 With every morning's early dawn
His goodness to relate;
And of his constant truth, each night,
The glad effects repeat!

3 To ten-string'd instruments we'll sing,
With tuneful psalteries join'd;
And to the harp, with solemn sounds,
For sacred use design'd.

4 For through thy wondrous works, O
Lord,

Thou mak'st my heart rejoice: The thoughts of them shall make me glad,

And shout with cheerful voice.

5, 6 How wondrous are thy works, Q
Lord!

How deep are thy decrees!
Whose winding tracks, in secret laid,

No stupid sinner sees.

7 He little thinks, when wicked men,
Like grass, look fresh and gay,
How soon their short-liv'd splendour

must

For ever pass away.

8,9 But thou, my God, art still most high;
And all thy lofty foes,
Who thought they might securely sin,
Shall be o'erwhelm'd with woes.
10 Whilst thou exalt'st my sov'reign
pow'r,

And mak'st it largely spread;

And with refreshing oil anoint'st
My consecrated head.
11 I soon shall see my stubborn foes
To utter ruin brought;

And hear the dismal end of those
Who have against me fought.
12 But righteous men, like fruitful
palms,

Shall make a glorious show;

As cedars that on Lebanon

In stately order grow.

13, 14 These, planted in the house of 12 Bless'd is the man, whom thou, O God,

'PSALM XCIV.

to whom revenge

Thy vengeance now disclose;
Arise, thou Judge of all the earth,
And crush thy haughty foes.
3, 4 How long, O Lord, shall sinful men
Their solemn triumphs make?
How long their wicked actions boast,
And insolently speak?

5,6 Not only they thy saints oppress,
But, unprovok'd, they spill
The widow's and the stranger's blood,
And helpless orphans kill.
7'And yet the Lord shall ne'er per-

ceive,'

Profanely thus they speak, Nor any notice of our deeds 'The God of Jacob take.'

In folly will you still proceed,

And wisdom never learn?

19, 10 Can he be deaf who form'd the ear? Or blind, who fram'd the eye?

Shall earth's great Judge not punish those

Who his known will defy?

11 He fathoms all the thoughts of men;
To him their hearts lie bare;
His eye surveys them all, and sees
How vain their counsels are.

PART II.

Lord,

In kindness dost chastise;
And by thy sacred rules to walk
Dost lovingly advise.

13 This man shall rest and safety find
In seasons of distress;

Whilst God prepares a pit for those
That stubbornly transgress.
14 For God will never from his saints
His favour wholly take;
His own possession and his lot
He will not quite forsake.

15 The world shall then confess thee just
In all that thou hast done;
And those that choose thy upright ways,
Shall in those paths go on.

16 Who will appear in my behalf,
When wicked men invade?

Or who, when sinners would oppress,
My righteous cause shall plead?
17, 18, 19 Long since had I in silence

Loud thanks to our Almighty king; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise.

8 At length, ye stupid fools, your wants 2 Into his presence let us haste,"

Endeavour to discern:

To thank him for his favours past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.

slept,

But that the Lord was near,
To stay me when I slipt; when sad,
My troubled heart to cheer.
20 Wilt thou, who art a God most just,
Their sinful throne sustain,
Who make the law a fair pretence
Their wicked ends to gain?
21 Against the lives of righteous men
They form their close design;
And blood of innocents to spill,

In solemn league combine.
22 But my defence is firmly plac'd
In God, the Lord most high:
He is my rock, to which I may
For refuge always fly.

23 The Lord shall cause their ill designs
On their own heads to fall;
He in their sins shall cut them off,
Our God shall slay them all.
PSALM XCV.

Let all the trembling world resort. 10 Proclaim aloud, Jehovah reigns, Whose power the universe sustains,

And banish'd justice will restore;
11 Let therefore heaven new joys con-
fess;

For God the Lord, enthron'd in state,19 To worship at his sacred court,
Is, with unrivall'd glory, great:
A King superior far to all
Whom gods the heathen falsely call.
4 The depths of earth are in his hand,
Her secret wealth at his command;
The strength of hills that reach the skies,
Subjected to his empire lies.
5 The rolling ocean's vast abyss,
By the same sov'reign right, is his;
Tis mov'd by his Almighty hand,
That form'd and fix'd the solid land.
60 let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly all
Before the Lord, our Maker, fall.
7 For he's our God, our Shepherd he,
His flock and pasture sheep are we:
If then you'll, like his flock, draw near,
To-day, if you his voice wi; hear,
8 Let not your harden'd hearts renew
Your father's crimes and judgments too;
here provoke my wrath, as they
In desert plains of Meribah.

And heavenly mirth let earth express;
Its loud applause the ocean roar;
Its mute inhabitants rejoice,
And for this triumph find a voice.
12 For joy let fertile vallies sing,
The cheerful groves their tribute bring,
The tuneful choir of birds awake,
13 The Lord's approach to celebrate;
Who now sets out with awful state,

9 When through the wilderness they
mov'd,

And me with fresh temptations prov'd,
They still, through unbeef, rebell'd,
Whilst they my wond'rous works be-
held.

10 They forty years my patience griev'd,
Though daily I their wants reliev'd.
Then Tis a faithless race, I said,
Whose heart from me has always stray'd.
11 They ne'er will tread my righteous
path;

Therefore to them, in settled wrath,
Since they despis'd my rest, I sware,
That they should never enter there.
PSALM XCVI.

EHOVAH reigns, let all the earth In his just government rejoice; Let all the isles, with sacred mirth,

JEH

In his applause unite their voice.
2 Darkness and clouds of awful shade
His dazzling glory shroud in state;
Justice and truth his guards are made,

And fix'd by his pavilion wait.
3 Devouring fire before his face,
His foes around with vengeance
struck;

4

5

His lightning set the world on blaze;
Earth saw it, and with terror shook.
The proudest hills his presence felt,
Their beigbt nor strength could help
afford;

The proudest hills like wax did melt
In presence of th' Almighty Lord.
6 The heavens, his righteousness to show,
With storms of fire our foes pursu'd
And all the trembling world below

Have his descending glory view'd.
7 Confounded be their impious hosts,
Who make the gods to whom they
pray;

All who of pageant idols boast:

To him, ye gods, your worship pay. 8 Glad Sion of thy triumph heard,

And Judah's daughters were o'erjoy'd, Because thy righteous judgments, Lord, Have pagan pride and power destroy'd.

9 For thou, O God, art seated high, Above earth's potentates enthron'd; sur-Thou, Lord, unrivall'd in the sky,

Supreme by all the gods art own'd. 10 Ye who to serve this Lord aspire,

Abhor what's ill, and truth esteem; He'll keep his servants' souls entire,

SING to the Lord a new-made song;
Let earth in one assembled throng
Her common Patron's praise resound:
2 Sing to the Lord, and bless his name,
From day to day his praise proclaim,

Who us has with salvation crown'd:
To heathen lands his fame rehearse,
His wonders to the universe.
4 He's great, and greatly to be prais'd;
In majesty and glory rais'd
Above all other deities:
5 For pageantry and idols all
Are they, whom gods the heathen call;
He only rules, who made the skies;
G With majesty and honour crown'd,
Beauty and strength his throne

round.

7 Be therefore both to him restor'd
By you, who have false gods ador'd;

Ascribe due honour to his name:
8 Peace-offerings on his altar lay,
Before his throne your homage pay,
Which he, and he alone, can claim:

His circuit through the earth to take. From heaven to judge the world he's

come,

With justice to reward and doom.
PSALM XCVII.

And them from wicked hands redeem. 11 For seeds are sown of glorious light, A future harvest for the just;