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M.DCCC.XXVIII.

SELECT PORTIONS

OF THE

PSALMS OF DAVID,

FROM THE

Metre of TATE and BRADY.

Psalm 1. C. M.

Verse 1, 2, 3, 4, 6.

HOW blest is he who ne'er consents,

By ill advice to walk!

Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
Where men profanely talk.

But makes the perfect law of God
His business and delight,
Devoutly reads therein by day,
And meditates by night.

Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams,
With timely fruit doth bend,
He still shall flourish, and success

All his designs attend.

Ungodly men and their attempts
No lasting root shall find;
Untimely blasted, and dispers❜d

Like chaff before the wind.

For God approves the just man's ways,
To happiness they tend ;

But sinners and the paths they tread,
Shall both in ruin end,

Psalm 5. C. M.

Verse 1, 2, 3, 4, 11.

LORD, hear the voice of my complaint,

Accept my secret pray'r;

To thee alone, my King, my God,
Will I for help repair.

Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear;
And with the dawning day,
To thee devoutly I'll look up,
To thee devoutly pray.

For thou the wrongs that I sustain
Canst never Lord approve,
Who from thy sacred dwelling-place
All evil dost remove.

But let all those who trust in thee,
With shouts their joy proclaim;
Let them rejoice whom thou preservʼst,
And all that love thy name.

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Psalm 9. C. M.

Verse 1, 2, 9, 10, 11.

To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare;

To all the list'ning world thy works,
Thy wond'rous works declare.

The thought of them shall to my soul
Exalted pleasures bring;

Whilst to thy name, O thou most high!
Triumphant praise I sing.

God is a constant sure defence
Against oppressing rage;

As troubles rise, his needful aids
In our behalf engage.

All those who have his goodness prov'd,
Will in his truth confide,
Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man
That on his help relied.

Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord,
From Sion, his abode,
Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.

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Psalm 13. C. M.

Verse 1, 2, 3, 4, 6.

OW long wilt thou forget me, Lord?
Must I for ever mourn?

How long wilt thou withdraw from me,
Oh! never to return?

How long shall anxious thoughts my soul,
And grief my heart oppress?

How long my enemies insult,

And I have no redress?

O hear! and to my longing eyes
Restore thy wonted light,

And suddenly, or I shall sleep
In everlasting night.

Restore me, lest they proudly boast

"Twas their own strength o'ercame ;

Permit not them that vex my soul

To triumph in my shame.