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13 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous strength My heart dissolves within my breast,
Like wax before the flame.
And thus exalt thy fame;
15 My strength, like potter's earth, u
Whilst we glad songs of praise compose
My tongue cleaves to my jaws;
MY God, my God, why leav'st thou me
O! why so far from me remov'd,
5 On thee our ancestors rely'd,
Like none of human birth; Not only by the great revil'd,
But made the rabble's mirth.
They shoot the lip, they shake the head,
9 Thou mad'st my teeming mother's
A living offspring bear;
My helpless infant days;
O send me help! thy help, on which
12 High-pamper'd bulls, a frowning
From Basan's forest met, With strength proportion'd to their rage,
Have me around beset.
13 They gape on me, and every mouth
14 My bloed like water's spill'd, any
Are rack'd and out of framer
* In pack'd assemblies meet:
18 As spoil, my garments they divide,
19 Therefore approach, O Lord, my strength,
And to my succour haste.
20 From their sharp swords protect tho
Of all but life bereft;
Nor let my darling in the power
21 To save me from the lion's jaws,
Ye worshippers of Jacob's God, 'All you of Israel's line,
O praise the Lord, and to your praise
24 He ne'er disdain'd on low distress
25 Thus, in thy sacred courts, will I
27 Then shall the glad converted world
29 The rich, who are with plenty fed, '
With humble worship to his throne
That pow'r, which first their beings
Can only them support.
1 PSALM XXIII.
THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord,
Vouchsafes to be my
The Shepherd, by whose constant care
2 In tender grass he makes me feed,
3 He does my wand'ring soul reclaim,
6 Since God doth thus his wondrous love
THE spacious earth is all the Lord's,
The world, and they that dwell therein,
And his Almighty hand,
4 The man, whose bands and heart are
Whose thoughts from pride are free;
5 This, this is he on whom the Lord
9 Erect your heads, ye gates; unfold In state to entertain
The King of Glory: see! he comes
10 Who is the King of Glory? who?
Tift my heart and voice;
O! let me not be put to shame,
4,5 To me thy truth impart,
6 Thy mercies, and thy love,
PART II. 11 Since mercy is the grace, That most exalts thy fame, Forgive my heinous sin, O Lord, And so advance thy name. 12 Whoe'er, with humble fear, To God his duty pays, Shall find the Lord a faithful guide, In all his righteous ways. 13 His quiet soul with peace Shall be for ever bless'd; And by his num'rous race the land Successively possess'd. 14 For God to all his saints His secret will imparts,
Ime, O Lord, for I the paths Of righteousness have trod; I cannot fail, who all my trust Repose on thee, my God.
Will shine the more 'tis try'd; For I have kept thy grace in view, And made thy truth my guide. 4 I never for companions took
The idle or profane;
No hypocrite, with all his arts, Could e'er my friendship gain. 5 I hate the busy plotting crew,
Who make distracted times; And shun their wicked company,
10 Who others' rights, by secret bribes Or open force, invade.
11 But I will walk in paths of truth,
HOM should I fear, since God to me
As I avoid their crimes.
6 I'll wash my hands in innocence,
My welcome shall secure. 7,8 My thanks I'll publish there, and tell How thy renown excels; That seat affords me most delight, In which thy honour dwells. 9 Pass not on me the sinners' doom, Who murder make their trade;
Since strongly he my life supports, What can my soul affright? 2 With fierce intent my flesh to tear, When foes beset me round, They stumbled, and their haughty crests Were made to strike the ground. 3 Through him my heart, undaunted, dares,
With mighty hosts to cope; Through him, in doubtful straits of wat, For good success I hope.
4 Henceforth, within his house to dwell I earnestly desire,
His wondrous beauty there to view,
5 For there I may with comfort rest, In times of deep distress;
And safe, as on a rock, abide
In that secure recess:
2, 3 Search thou my heart, whose inno- In mercy my complaints receive,
Nor mequest deny.
6 Whilst God o'er all my haughty foes
7 Continue, Lord, to hear my voice, Whene'er to thee I cry;
8 When us to see thy glorious face
9 Then hide not thou thy face, O Lori,
10 Though all my friends and kindred too,
Their helpless charge forsake;
11 Instruct me in thy paths, O Lord;
12 Lord, disappoint my cruel foes;
13 I trusted that my future life
Should with thy love be crown'd; Or else my fainting soul had sunk, With sorrow compass'd round. 14 God's time with patient faith expect, Who will inspire thy breast With inward strength: do thou thy part, And leave to him the rest. PSALM XXVIII.
my rock, to thee I
In sighs consume my breath; O! answer, or I shall become Like those that sleep in death. 2 Regard my supplication, Lord, The cries that I repeat, With weeping eyes, and lifted bands, Before thy mercy-seat. 3 Let me escape the sinners' Who make a trade of ill, And ever speak the person fair, Whose blood they mean to spill. 4 According to their crimes' extent, Let justice have its course; Relentless be to them, as they
Have sinn'd without remorse.
5 Since they the works of God despise, Nor grace adore; His wrath shall utterly destroy, And build them up no more. 6 But I, with due acknowledgment, His praises will resound,
From whom the cries of my distress,
7 My heart its confidence repos'd
As he hath made my joys complete,
And thus resound his praise: 8 His aiding pow'r supports the troops, That my just cause maintain : 'Twas he advanc'd me to the throne; Tis he secures my reign. 9 Preserve thy chosen, and proceed Thine heritage to bless; With plenty prosper them, in peace; In battle, with success. PSALM XXIX.
excel, Your grateful sacrifice prepare; God's glorious actions loudly tell, His wondrous pow'r to all declare. 2 To his great name fresh altars raise; Devoutly due respect afford; Him in his holy temple praise,
Where he's with solemn state ador'd. 3 'Tis he that, with amazing noise,
The wat'ry clouds in sunder breaks; The ocean trembles at his voice, When he from heav'n in thunder
14,5 How full of pow'r his voice appears! With what majestic terror crown'd! Which from their roots tall cedlars tears, And strews their scatter'd branches round. [grow, 6 They, and the hills on which they Are sometimes hurry'd far away, And leap like hinds that bounding go, Or unicorns in youthful play. 7,8 When God, in thunder foudly speaks, And scatter'd flames of lightning sends,
The forest nods, the desert quakes, And stubborn Kadesh lowly bends. 9 He makes the hinds to cast their young,
And lays the beasts' dark coverts bare; While those that to his courts belong,
Securely sing his praises there. 10,11 God rules the angry floods on high; His boundless sway shall never cease; His saints with strength he will supply, And bless his own with constant peace.
I'LL celebrate thy praises, Lord,
2, 3 In my distress I cry'd to thee,
4 Thus to his courts, ye saints of his
And providential care.
5 His wrath has but a moment's reign,'
6 But I, in prosp'rous days presum'd;
8 Then, as I vainly had presum'd,
Thy mercy's throne address'd:"
'Thy wondrous truth recite? 10 Hear me, O Lord, in mercy hear, Thy wonted aid extend;
Do thou send help, on whom alone 'I can for help depend.' [scene 11 'Tis done! thou hast my mournful To songs and dances turn'd;
To thee, the God of truth, My life, and all that's mine, (For thou preserv'dst me from youth,)
I willingly resign.
6 All vain designs I hate
Of those that trust in lies;
And still my soul, in every state,
Those mercies thou hast shown,
8 When Keilah's treach'rous race
114 But still my steadfast trust
Whose parts can ne'er be join'd. 13 Yet sland'rous words they speak, And seem my pow'r to dread, Whilst they together counsel take, My guiltless blood to shed.
That thou, my God, art good and just,
Thy wisdom times them all;
Who still have call'd on thee;
18 Do thou their tongues restrain,
Which thou for those that trust thy care
my 20 Thou keep'st them in thy sight,
God's name be ever bless'd;
'I'm banish'd from thine eyes;'
Did all my strength enclose,
And hear my just complaint;
My sins have made my strength de-H
And ev'n consum'd my bones.
11 My foes my suff'rings mock'd;
My neighbours did upbraid;
As dead, and out of mind;
ITE's blest whose sins have pardon gain'd,
No more in judgment to appear; 2 Whose guilt remission has obtain'd, And whose repentance is sincere. s While I conceal'd the fretting sore, My bones consum'd without relief; All day did I with anguish roar;
But no complaints assuag'd my grief 4 Heavy on me thy hand remain'd,
By day and night alike distress'd, Till quite of vital moisture drain'd, Like land with summer's drought op press'd.
5 No sooner I my wound disclos'd, The guilt that tortur'd me within