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48 Lightning and hail made flocks and 65 Then, as a giant rous'd from steep,


Whom wine had throughly warm'd,
Shouts out aloud, the Lord awak'd,
And his proud foe alarm'd.

66 He smote their host, that from the field
A scatter'd remnant came,
With wounds imprinted on their backs
Of everlasting shame.

67 With conquest crown'd, he Joseph's


One general sacrifice.

49 He turn'd his anger loose, and set
No time for it to cease;

And with their plagues ill angels sent,
Their torments to increase.

50 He clear'd a passage for his wrath
To ravage uncontroll'd;

The murrain on their firstlings seiz'd,
In every field and fold.

51 The deadly pest from beast to man,
From field to city, came;
It slew their heirs, their eldest hopes,
Through all the tents of Ham.
52 But his own tribe, like folded sheep,
He brought from their distress;
And them conducted like a flock,
Throughout the wilderness.

53 He led them on, and in their way
No cause of fear they found;
But march'd securely through those

In which their foes were drown'd.
54 Nor ceas'd his care, till them he


Safe to his promised land;

And to his holy mount, the prize

Of his victorious hand.

55 To them the outcast heathen's land

He did by lot divide;

And in their foe's abandon'd tents
Made Israel's tribes reside.

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The utter ruin of thy saints,

Almost with sorrow spent.
9 Thou od of our salvation, help,
And free our souis from blame;
So shall our pardon and defence

Exalt thy glorious name. 10 Let infidels, that scoffing say, 'Where is the God they boast" In vengeance for thy slaughter'd saints, Perceive thee to their cost.

11 Lord, hear the sighing pris'ner's moans,

Thy saving power extend; Preserve the wretches doom'd to die, From that untimely end.

12 On them who us oppress let all

Our sufferings be repaid;

Make their confusion seven times more Than what on us they laid.

13 So we, thy people and thy flock, Shall ever praise thy name;

And with glad hearts our grateful thanks,

From age to age proclaim.



Israel's Shepherd, Joseph's Guide,
Our prayers to thee vouchsafe to

Thou that dost on the Cherubs ride,
Again in solemn state appear.
2 Behold how Benjamin expects,
With Ephraim and Manasseh join'd,
In our deliv'rance the effects

Of thy resistless strength to find. 3 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou The lustre of thy face display; And all the ills we suffer now,

Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away. 4 0 thou, whom heavenly hosts obey, How long shall thy fierce anger burn? How long thy suffering people pray,

And to their prayers have no return? 5 When hungry, we are forc'd to drench

Our scanty food in floods of woe; When dry, our raging thirst we quench With streams of tears that largely flow. 6 For us the heathen nations round,

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From whatsoe'er deserves thy blame; And, if once more reviv'd by thee,

Will always praise thy holy name.
19 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
The lustre of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,

Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.


10 God, our never-failing strength, With loud applauses sing; And jointly make a cheerful noise To Jacob's awful King.


Compose a hymn of praise, and touch
Your instruments of joy;
Let psalteries and pleasant harps
Your grateful skill employ.

3 Let trumpets at the great new moon
Their joyful voices raise,
To celebrate th' appointed time,
The solemn day of praise,

As for a common prey, contest;
Our foes with spiteful joys abound,
And at our loss condition jest.
7 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
The lustre of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,

Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.

Thou brought'st a vine from Egypt's]

And, casting out the heathen race,
Didst plant it with thine own right hand,
And firmly fix it in their place.
9 Before it thou prepar'dst the way,
And mad'st it take a lasting root,


4 For this a statute was of old,
Which Jacob's God decreed
To be with pious care observ'd
By Israel's chosen seed.

Defend the orphans and the poor;.
Let such your justice find.

5 This he for a memorial fix'd,
When, freed from Egypt's land,
Strange nations' barb'rous speech we 4 Protect the humble helpless man,
Reduc'd to deep distress;
And let not him become a prey
To such as would oppress.

5 They neither know, nor will they learn,
But blindly rove and stray;
Justice and truth, the world's support,


But could not understand.

6 Your burden'd shoulders I reliev'd,
(Thus seems our God to say)
Your servile hands by me were freed
From lab'ring in the clay.

7 Your ancestors, with wrongs oppress'd,
To me for aid did call;
With pity I their sufferings saw,
And set them free from all.
They sought for me, and from the cloud
In thunder I reply'd;

At Meribah's contentious stream
Their faith and duty try'd.

While I my solemn will declare,
My chosen people, hear:
If thou, O Israel, to my words
Will lend thy list'ning ear;
9 Then shall no God besides myself
Within thy coast be found;
Nor shalt thou worship any god
Of all the nations round.

10 The Lord thy God am I, who thee
Brought forth from Egypt's land;
'Tis I that all thy just desires
Supply with lib'ral hand.

11 But they, my chosen race, refus'd To hearken to my voice;

Nor would rebellious Israel's sons
Make me their happy choice.
12 So I, provok'd, resign'd them up,
To ev'ry lust a prey;

And in their own perverse designs
Permitted them to stray.

13 O that my people wisely would
My just commandments heed!
And Israel in my righteous ways

With pious care proceed!
14 Then should my heavy judgments fall
On all that them oppose,
And my avenging hand be turn'd
Against their num❜rous foes.

15 Their enemies and mine should all
Before my foot-stool bend;
But as for them, their happy state
Should never know an end.
16 All parts with plenty should abound;
With finest wheat their field:
The barren rocks, to please their taste,
Should richest honey yield.


YOD in the great assembly stands,
Where his impartial eve

In state surveys the earthly gods,
And does their judgments try.
2, 3 How dare ye then unjustly judge,
Or be to sinners kind?

Through all the land decay. 6 Well then might God in anger say, 'I've call'd you by my name; 'I've said ye're gods, and all ally'd

'To the Most High in fame: 7 But ne'ertheless your unjust deeds 'To strict account I'll call; You all shall die like common men, 'Like other tyrants fall.' 8 Arise, and thy just judgments, Lord, Throughout the earth display; And all the nations of the world Shall own thy righteous sway.



TOLD not thy peace, O Lord our God,
No longer silent be;
Nor with consenting quiet looks
Our ruin calmly see.

2 For lo! the tumults of thy foes
O'er all the land are spread;
And those who hate thy saints and thee,
Lift up their threat'ning head.
3 Against thy zealous people, Lord,
They craftily combine;
And to destroy thy chosen saints
Have laid their close design.
4 Come let us cut them off, say they,
'Their nation quite deface;
That no remembrance may remain
'Of Israel's hated race.'

5 Thus they against thy people's peace
Consult with one consent;
And diff'ring nations, jointly leagu'd,
Their common malice vent.

6 The Ishmaelites, that dwell in tents,
With warlike Edom join'd,
And Moab's sons, our ruin vow,
With Hagar's race combin'd.
7 Proud Ammon's offspring, Gabal too,
With Amalek conspire;
The lords of Palestine, and all
The wealthy sons of Tyre.
8 All these the strong Assyrian king
Their firm ally have got;
Who with a pow'rful army aids
Th' incestuous race of Lot.


9 But let such vengeance come to them, As once to Midian came.

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To Jabin and proud Sisera,

At Kishon's fatal stream;

10 When thy right hand their num'rous hosts

Near Endor did confound,

And left their carcases for dung
To feed the hungry ground.
11 Let all their mighty men the fate
Of Zeb and Oreb share;

As Zeba and Zaimuna, so

Let all their princes fare: 12 Who, with the same design inspir'd, Thus vainly boasting spake, 'In firin possession for ourselves Let us God's houses take.'

17 Thus they proceed from strength to strength,

15 To ruin let them haste, like wheels Which downwards swiftly move; Like chaff before the wind, let all



That they may own thy name;
Or them confound, whose harden'd

Thy gentler means disclaim.
18 So shall the wond'ring world confess,
That thou, who claim'st alone
Jehovah's name, o'er all the earth
Hast rais'd thy lofty throne.



God of hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place
Where thou, enthron'd in glory, show'st
The brightness of thy face!

2 My longing sou! faints with desire.
To view thy blest abode;

My panting heart and flesh cry out
For thee, the living God.
3 The birds, more happy far than I,
Around thy temple throng;
Securely there they build, and there
Securely hatch their young.
4 O Lord of hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they,
Who in thy temple always dwell,

And there thy praise display!

Their scatter'd forces prove.

14, 15 As flames consume dry wood, or heath,

That on parch'd mountains grows, So let thy fierce pursuing wrath

With terrors strike thy foes.

16, 17 Lord, shroud their faces with dis

And still approach more near; Till all on Sion's holy mount, Before their God appear.

8 O Lord, the mighty God of hosts, My just request regard: Thou God of Jacob, let my prayer "Be still with favour heard.

9 Behold, O God, for thou alone Canst timely aid dispense; On thy anointed servant look,

Be thou his strong defence. 10 For in thy courts one single day 'Tis better to attend, Than, Lord, in any place besides A thousand days to spend. Much rather in God's house will I The meanest office take, Than in the wealthy tents of sin My pompous dwelling make. 11 For God, who is our Sun and Shield, Wil grace and glory give; And no good thing will he withhold From them that justly live.

12 Thou God, whom heavenly hosts obey,

How highly blest is he, Whose hope and trust, securely plac'd, Is still repos'd on thee!


LORD, thou hast granted to thy land

The favours we


Their sure protection made;

Who long to tread the sacred ways
That to thy dwelling lead!

6 Who pass through Baca's thirsty vale,
Yet no refreshment want;

Their pools are fill'd with rain, which


1 At their request dost grant.

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5 Thrice happy they, whose choice has 8 God's answer patiently I'll wait;

For he, with glad success,
If they no more to folly turn,

His mourning saints will bless. 9 To all that fear his holy name His sure salvation's near;

And in its former happy state
Our nation shail appear.

10 For mercy now with truth is join'd, And righteousness with peace,

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11 Teach me thy way, O Lord, and I
From truth shail ne'er depart;
In reverence to thy sacred name
Devoutly fix my heart.

12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
Praise thee with heart sincere;
And to thy everlasting name
Eternal trophies rear.

18 Thy boundless mercy shown to me,
Transcends my power to tell;
For thou hast oft redeem'd my soul
From lowest depths of hell.
14 O God, the sons of pride and strife
Have my destruction sought;
Regardless of thy power, that oft

as my deliv'rance wrought.

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To thee, my God and Saviour, I By day and night address my cry; 2 Vouchsafe my mournful voice to hear To my distress incline thine ear, 3 For seas of trouble me invade, My soul draws nigh to death's cold shade; 4 Like one whose strength and hopes are


They number me among the dead: 5 Like those who, shrouded in the grave, From thee no more remembrance havej 6 Cast off from thy sustaining care, Down to the confines of despair. 7 Thy wrath has hard upon me lain, Afflicted me with restless pain; Me all thy mountain waves have press'd, Too weak, alas, to bear the least. 8 Remov'd from friends, I sigh alone, In a loath'd dungeon laid, where none A visit will vouchsafe to me, Confin'd, past hopes of liberty.

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