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2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
O! when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty Divine?

Tears are my constant food, while thus
Insulting foes upbraid;

Deluded wretch! where's now thy

And where his promis'd aid?'
4 I sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts
Those happy days present,
When I, with troops of pious friends,
Thy temple did frequent.

When I advanc'd with songs of praise,
My solemn vows to pay,

And led the joyful sacred throng
That kept the festal day.

14 Then will I there fresh altars raise
To God, who is my only joy;
And well tun'd harps, with songs of

Shall all my grateful hours employ.
5 Why then cast down, my soul? and why
So much oppress'd with anxious care?
On God, thy God, for aid rely,

Who will thy ruin'd state repair.

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, didst

The heathen from this land,

5 Why restless, why cast down, my Dispeopled by repeated strokes


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On thee and Sion still; From Jordan's bank, from Hermon's heights,

And Mizar's humbler hill.

7 One trouble calls another on,

And, gath'ring o'er my head,
Fall spouting down, till round my soul
A roaring sea is spread.

8 But when thy presence, Lord of life,
Has once dispell'd this storm,

To thee I'll midnight anthems sing,
And all my vows perform.

Of thy avenging hand.

3 For not their courage, nor their sword,

To them possession gave;

Nor strength, that from unequal force
Their fainting troops could save.
But thy right hand, and pow'rful arm,
Whose succour they implor'd;
Thy presence with the chosen race,
Who thy great name ador'd.

4 As thee their God our fathers own'd,
Thou art our sov'reign King;

O! therefore, as thou didst to them,
To us deliv'rance bring.

5 Through thy victorious name, our arms
The proudest foes shall quell;
And crush them with repeated strokes,
As oft as they rebel.

9 God of my strength, how long shall I, 6 I'll neither trust my bow nor sword,

Like one forgotten, mourn;

Forlorn, forsaken, and expos'd
To my oppressor's scorn?

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 ?
11 Why restless, why cast down,

Hope still; and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.




JUST Judge of heav'n, against my foes

thou assert my injur'd right; O set me free, my God, from these

That in deceit and wrong delight.
2 Since thou art still my only stay,
Why leav'st thou me in deep distress?
Why go I mourning all the day,

Whilst me insulting foes oppress?
8 Let me with light and truth be

Be these my guides to lead the way, Till on thy holy hill I rest,

And in thy sacred temple pray.

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.

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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

Into their butch'ring hands;
Or (what's more wretched yet) survive,
Dispers'd through heathen lands.
12 Thy people thou hast sold for

And set their price so low,
That not thy treasure, by the sale,
But their disgrace may grow.

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13, 14 Reproach'd by all the nations 5 How sharp thy weapons are to them


The heathen's by-word grown; Whose scorn of us is both in speech And mocking gestures shown.

15 Confusion strikes me blind; face

In conscious shame I hide;


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

By their licentious pride.

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 Though thou hast broken all our

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 descry?

22 Thou see'st 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


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.


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 has, above thy fellows round,
Advanc'd thy lofty head.

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

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.


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 has now become thy Lord;
To him due rev'rence pay.
12 The Tyrian matrons,


rich and

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;

WHILE I the King's loud praise re- Her raiment is of purest gold,

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,
Majestic pomp display.

4 Ride on in state, and still protect
The meek, the just, and true;

Whilst thy right hand, with swift revenge,

Does all thy foes pursue.

Adorn'd with costly skill.

14 She in her nuptial garments dress'd, With needles richly wrought, Attended by her virgin train,

Shail 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's

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.

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OD 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 peace-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: 3 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 chariot too

Into devouring flames were hurl'd. 10 Submit to God's Almighty sway; For him the heathen shall obey,

And earth her Sov'reign Lord confess: 11 The God of hosts conducts our arms, Our tow'r of refuge in alarms,

As to our fathers in distress.

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ALL ye people, clap your hands,
And with triumphant voices sing;
No force the mighty Pow'r withstands
Of God, the universal King.

3, 4 He shall opposing nations quell,
And with success our battles fight;
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 trumpets'

To him repeated praises sing,

And let the cheerful song rebound. 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! PLALM XLVIII.


THE Lord, the only God, is great,
And greatly to be prais'd

In Sion, on whose happy mount,
His sacred throne is rais'd.

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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 one stone displac'd.
13 Her forts and palaces survey;
Observe their order well;
That, with assurance, to your heirs
His wonders 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.

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When sinners, that would me supplant, 20 For man, how great soe'er his state,

Have compass'd me about?

6 Those men, that all their hope and


In heaps of treasure place, And boast in 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 of 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 though they think their stately

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Unless he's truly wise,

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

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Misconstru'd silence, as before;

But wasting flames before him send: Around shall tempests fiercely rage, Whilst he does heav'n and earth engage

His just tribunal to attend.

5, 6 Assemble all my saints to me, (Thus runs the great divine decree,)

That in my lasting cov'nant live, And off'rings bring with constant care. The heav'ns his justice shall declare;

For God himself shall sentence give 7, 8 Attend, my people; Israel, hear; Thy strong accuser I'll appear;

Thy God, thy only God, am I: 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 along, The cattle too, are all my own,

That on a thousand hills are kept. 11 I know the fowls, that build their


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23 Who praises me, due bonour gives;
And to the man that justly lives,
My strong salvation shall be shown.

HAVE mercy, Lord, on me,

As thou wert ever kind;
Let me, oppress'd 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
Does 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 purify'd by thee.

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

That so the bones which thou hast

May with fresh strength rejoice.
9, 10 Blot out my crying sins,
Nor me in anger view:
Create in me a heart that's clean,
An upright mind renew.


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 berds should die But on such off"rings thou disdain's To cast a gracious eye.

17 A broken spirit is

By God most highly priz❜d;
By him a broken contrite hear
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.


N vain, O man of lawless might,
Thou boast'st thyself in ill;
Since God, the God in whom I trust,
Vouchsafes his favour still.

2 Thy wicked tongue doth sland'rous

Maliciously devise;

And, sharper than a razor set,

It wounds with treach'rous lies.
3, 4 Thy thoughts are more on ill than

On lies than truth, employ'd;
Thy tongue delights in words, by which
The guiltless are destroy'd.

5 God shall for ever blast thy hopes,
And snatch thee soon away;
Nor in thy dwelling-place perinit,
Nor in the world, to stay.

8 The just, with pious fear, shall see
The downfall of thy pride;
And at thy sudden ruin laugh,
And thus thy fall deride:

7 'See there the man that haughty

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