2 For thee, my God, the living God, Tears are my constant food, while thus Deluded wretch! where's now thy And where his promis'd aid?' When I advanc'd with songs of praise, And led the joyful sacred throng 14 Then will I there fresh altars raise Shall all my grateful hours employ. Who will thy ruin'd state repair. LORD, our fathers oft have told Thy wonders, in their days perform❜d, 2 How thou, to plant them here, didst The heathen from this land, 5 Why restless, why cast down, my Dispeopled by repeated strokes soul? 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, 8 But when thy presence, Lord of life, To thee I'll midnight anthems sing, Of thy avenging hand. 3 For not their courage, nor their sword, To them possession gave; Nor strength, that from unequal force 4 As thee their God our fathers own'd, O! therefore, as thou didst to them, 5 Through thy victorious name, our arms 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 10 My heart is pierc'd, as with a sword, Hope still; and thou shalt sing PSALM XLIII. my 1 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. Whilst me insulting foes oppress? 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, 8 To thee the triumph we ascribe, PART II. 9 But thou hast cast us off; and now For thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead 10 Since when, to ev'ry upstart foe 11 To slaughter doom'd, we fall, like Into their butch'ring hands; And set their price so low, 13, 14 Reproach'd by all the nations 5 How sharp thy weapons are to them round, 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; my 16 While we are scoff'd, and God blasphem'd, By their licentious pride. 17. On us this heap of woes is fall'n; 18 But in thy righteous paths have kept| 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 23 Awake, arise; let seeming sleep 24 0! wherefore hidest thou thy face 25 Whose souls and bodies sink to earth 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. PSALM XLV. 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, 7 Because thy heart, by justice led, And has, above thy fellows round, 8 With cassia, aloes, and myrrh, 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. PART II. 10 But thou, O royal bride, give ear, 11 So shall thy beauty charm the King, Nor shall his love decay; proud, 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 2 How matchless is thy form, O King! 3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty prince; And, clad in rich array, 4 Ride on in state, and still protect 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. ' Till, with wide gates, the royal court To govern and protect; 17 Whilst this my song to future times And makes the world, with one consent, G PSALM XLVI. 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. PSALM XLVII. ALL ye people, clap your hands, 3, 4 He shall opposing nations quell, 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 THE Lord, the only God, is great, In Sion, on whose happy mount, By eastern winds are torn. 8 In Sion we have seen perform'd 9 Not in our fortresses and walls 11 Let Sion's mount with joy resound; ( 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 trust 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, 11 For though they think their stately Unless he's truly wise, As like a sensual beast he lives, So like a beast he dies. 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 nests own: . 23 Who praises me, due bonour gives; HAVE mercy, Lord, on me, As thou wert ever kind; And cleanse me from my sin; 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 7 With hyssop purge me, Lord, I shall with snow in whiteness vie, 8 Make me to hear with joy That so the bones which thou hast May with fresh strength rejoice. PART II. 11 Withdraw not thou thy help, 12 The joy thy favour gives, And thy free Spirit's firm support With sorrow clos'd and shame; 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; Of thy good will assur'd; PSALM LII. N vain, O man of lawless might, 2 Thy wicked tongue doth sland'rous Maliciously devise; And, sharper than a razor set, It wounds with treach'rous lies. On lies than truth, employ'd; 5 God shall for ever blast thy hopes, 8 The just, with pious fear, shall see 7 'See there the man that haughty |