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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,
66 He smote their host, that from the field
67 With conquest crown'd, he Joseph's
One general sacrifice.
49 He turn'd his anger loose, and set
And with their plagues ill angels sent,
50 He clear'd a passage for his wrath
The murrain on their firstlings seiz'd,
51 The deadly pest from beast to man,
53 He led them on, and in their way
In which their foes were drown'd.
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
The utter ruin of thy saints,
Almost with sorrow spent.
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,
Thou that dost on the Cherubs ride,
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,
From whatsoe'er deserves thy blame; And, if once more reviv'd by thee,
Will always praise thy holy name.
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
3 Let trumpets at the great new moon
As for a common prey, contest;
Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.
Thou brought'st a vine from Egypt's]
And, casting out the heathen race,
4 For this a statute was of old,
Defend the orphans and the poor;.
5 This he for a memorial fix'd,
5 They neither know, nor will they learn,
But could not understand.
6 Your burden'd shoulders I reliev'd,
7 Your ancestors, with wrongs oppress'd,
At Meribah's contentious stream
While I my solemn will declare,
10 The Lord thy God am I, who thee
11 But they, my chosen race, refus'd To hearken to my voice;
Nor would rebellious Israel's sons
And in their own perverse designs
13 O that my people wisely would
With pious care proceed!
15 Their enemies and mine should all
YOD in the great assembly stands,
In state surveys the earthly gods,
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,
2 For lo! the tumults of thy foes
5 Thus they against thy people's peace
6 The Ishmaelites, that dwell in tents,
9 But let such vengeance come to them, As once to Midian came.
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
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;
Thy gentler means disclaim.
God of hosts, the mighty Lord,
2 My longing sou! faints with desire.
My panting heart and flesh cry out
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
6 Who pass through Baca's thirsty vale,
Their pools are fill'd with rain, which
1 At their request dost grant.
5 Thrice happy they, whose choice has 8 God's answer patiently I'll wait;
For he, with glad success,
His mourning saints will bless. 9 To all that fear his holy name His sure salvation's near;
And in its former happy state
10 For mercy now with truth is join'd, And righteousness with peace,
11 Teach me thy way, O Lord, and I
12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
18 Thy boundless mercy shown to me,
as my deliv'rance wrought.
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.