Lo my request give ear

3 Because to me thy wondrous love Our promis'd altars there we'll raise, Than life itself does dearer prove,

And all our zealous vows complete. My lips shall always speak thy praise. 2 Othou, who to my humble prayer * My life, while I that life enjoy,

Didst always bend thy list' ning ear, In blessing God I will employ ;

To thee shall all mankind repair, With lifted hands adore his name:

And at thy gracious throne appear. 5 My soul's content shall be as great

3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain As theirs who choicest dainties eat,

To stop thy Sowing mercy try; While I with joy his praise proclaim. Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain, 6 When down I lie, sweet sleep to find, And washest out the crimson dye. Thou, Lord, art present to my mind; 4 Blest is the man, who near thee plac'd,

And when I wake in dead of night: Within thy sacred dwelling lives! 7 Because thou still dost succour bring, Whilst we at humble distance taste Beneath the shadow of thy wing

The vast delights thy temple gives. I rest with safety and delight.

5 By wondrous acts, O God, most just, 8 My soul, when foes would me deyour, Have we thy gracious answer found: Cleaves fast to thee, whose matcbless power in thee remotest nations trust, In her support is daily shown:

And those whom stormy waves surround. 9 But those the righteous Lord shall slay, 6, 7 God, by his strength, sets fast the hills, That my destruction wish; and they

And does his matchless power engage, That seek my life shall lose their own. With which the sea's loud waves he stills, 10 They by untimely ends shall die,

And angry crowd's tumultuous rage. Their flesh a prey to foxes lie;

PART II. But God shall fill the king with joy: 8 Thou, Lord, clost barb'rous lands dismay, 11 Who thee confess shall still rejoice; When they thy dreadful tokens view; Whilst the false tongue, and lying voice, With joy they see the night and day Thou, Lord, shalt silence and destroy. Each other's track, by turns, pursue. PSALM LXIV.

9 From out thy unexhausted store ORD, hear the voice of my complaint,

Thy reign relieves the thirsty ground;

Makes lands, that barren were before, Preserve my life from cruel foes,

With corn and useful fruits abound. And free my soul from fear.

10 On rising ridges down it pours, 2 O! hide me with thy tend'rest care,

And every furrow'd valley fills;

Thou mak'st them soft with gentle showers, lu some secure retreat,

In which a blest increase distils.
From sinners that against me rise,
And all their plots defeat.

11 Thy goodness does the circling year

With fresh returns of plenty crown; 3 See how, intent to work my harm,

And where thy glorious paths appear,
They whet their tongues like swords:
And bend their bows to shoot their darts,

The fruitful clouds drop fatness down. Sharp lies, and bitter words.

12 They drop on barren forests, chang'd

By them to pastures fresh and green; 4 Lurking in private, at the just They take their secret aim;

The hills about, in order rang'd, And suddenly at him they shoot,

In beauteous robes of joy are seen. Quite void of fear and shame.

13 Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn 5 To carry on their ill designs

The cheerful downs; the vallies bring They mutually agree;

A plenteous crop of full-ear'd corn, They speak of laying private snares,

And seem, for joy, to shout and sing.

PSALM LXVI. And think that none shall see. 6 With utmost diligence and care

To God their voices raise;
Their wicked plots they lay;

Sing psalms in honour of his name,
The deep designs of all their hearts
Are only to betray.

And spread his glorious praise.

3 And let them say, How dreadful, Lord, 7 But God, to anger justly mov'd, His dreadful bow shall bend,

In all thy works, art thou ! And on his flying arrow's point

To thy great power thy stubborn foes

of joy,

PART II.

12 As smoke in tempest's rage is lost, 8, 9 0! all ye nations, bless our God,

Or wax into the furnace cast; And loudly speak his praise;

So let their sacrilegious host Who keeps our souls alive, and still

Before his wrathful presence waste. Confirms our steadfast ways.'

3 But let the servants of his will 10 For thou hast try'd us, Lord, as fire His favour's gentle beams enjoy ; Does try the precious ore;

Their upright hearts let gladness fill, 11 Thou brought'st us into straits, where we And cheerful songs their tongues employ. Oppressing burdens bore.

4 To him your voice in anthems raise; 12 Insulting foes did us, their slaves,

Jehovah's awful name he bears ;
Through fire and water chase;

In him rejoice, extol his praise,
But yet, at last, thou brought'st us forth Who rides upon high-rolling spheres.
Into a wealthy place.

5 Him, from his empire of the skies,
13 Burnt-oftrings to thy house I'll bring, To this low world compassion draws,
And there my vows will pay,

The orphan's claim to patronize, 14 Which I with solemn zeal did make And judge the injur'd widow's cause. In trouble's dismal day.

6 'Tis God, who from a foreign soil 15 Then shall the richest incense smoke, Restores poor exiles to their home; The tattest rams shall fall,

Makes captives free, and fruitless toil The choicest goats from out the fold,

Their proud oppressor's righteous doom. And bullocks from the stall.

17 'Twas so of old, when thou didst lead 16 O! come all ye that fear the Lord,

In person, Lord, our armies forth; Attend with heedful care,

Strange terrors through the desert spread, Whilst I what God for me has done

Convulsions shook th' astonish'd earth. With grateful joy declare.

8 The breaking clouds did rain distil, 17, 18 As I before his aid implor’d,

And heaven's high arches shook with fear : So now I praise his name;

How then should Sinai's humble hill Who, if my heart had harbour'd sin,

Of Israel's God the presence bear? Would all my prayers disclaim.

9 Thy hand, at famish'd earth's complaint, 19 But God to me, whene’er I cry'd,

Reliev'd her from celestial stores, His gracious ear did bend,

And when thy heritage was faint, And to the voice of my request

Assuag'd the drought with plenteous With constant love attend.

show'rs. 20 Then bless’d for ever be my God, 10 Where savages had rang'd before, Who never, when I pray,

At ease thou mad'st our tribes reside; Withholds his mercy from my soul,

And, in the desert, for the poor Nor turns his face away.

Thy gen'rous bounty did

provide.

PART II.
PSALM LXVII.

Il Thou gav'st the word; we sally'd forth, "O bless thy chosen race,

And in that powerful word o'ercame;

While virgin-troops, witb songs of mirth, And cause the brightness of thy face

In state our conquest did proclaim. On all thy saints to shine:

12 Vast armies, by such gen’rals led, 2 That so thy wondrous way

As yet had ne'er receiv'd a foil,
May through the world be known; Forsook their camp with sudden dread,
While distant lands their tribute pay,

And to our women left the spoil.
And thy salvation own.

13 Though Egypt's drudges you have been, 3 Let diff'ring.nations join

Your army's wing shall shine as bright To celebrate thy fame;

As doves, in golden sun-shine seen, Let all the world, O Lord, combine

Or silver'd o'er with paler light. To praise thy glorious name.

14 'Twas so, when God's almighty hand 4 O let them shout and sing

O’er scatter'd kings the conquest won; With joy and pious mirth;

Our troops, drawn up on Jordan's strand, For thou, the righteous Judge and King, High Salmon's glitt'ring snow outshone. Shalt govern all the earth.

15 From thence to Jordan's farther coast, 5 Let diff'ring nations join

And Bashan's hill we did advance; To celebrate thy fame;

No more her height shall Bashan boast, Let all the world, O Lord, combine

But that she's God's inheritance. To praise thy glorious name.

16 But wherefore (though the honour's great) 6 Then shall the teeming ground

Should this, O mountain, swell your pride? A large increase disclose;

For Sion is his chosen seat, And we with plenty shall be crown'd,

Where he for ever will reside. Which God, our God, bestows.

17 His chariots numberless; his powers Then God upon our land

Are heavenly hosts, that wait his will; Shall constant blessings shower;

His presence now fills Sion's towers, And all the world in awe shall stand

As once it honour'd Sinai's hill. Of his resistless power.

18 Ascending high, in triumph thou PSALM LXVIII.

Captivity hast captive led; ET God, the God of battle, rise,

And on thy people didst bestow

The spoil of armies once their dread. Let shamelul rout their host surprise, Ev'n rebels shall partake thy grace, Who spitefully his power oppose.

And humble próselytes repair

foes;

To worship at thy dwelling-plaće,

2 With painful steps in mire I tread, And all the world pay homage there. And deluges o’erflow my head. 19 For benefits each day bestow'd,

3 With restless cries my spirits faint, Be daily his great name ador’d,

My voice is hoarse with long complaint; 20 Who is our Saviour, and our God, My sight decays with tedious pain,

Of life and death the sov'reign Lord. Whilst for my God I wait in vain. 21 But justice for his harden'd foes

4 My hairs, though num'rous, are but few, Proportion'd vengeance hath decreed, Compar'd with foes that me pursue To wound the hoary head of those

With groundless hate; grown now of might Who in presumptuous crimes proceed. To execute their lawless spite, 22 The Lord hath thus in thunder spoke: They force me, guiltless, to resign,

“As I subdu'd proud Bashan's king, As rapine, what by right was mine: « Once more I'll break my people's yoke, 5 Thou, Lord, my innocence doth see,

“ And from the deep my servants bring. Nor are my sins conceal'd from thee. 93 “ Their feet shall with a crimson flood 6 Lord God of hosts, take timely care,

“Of slaughter'd foes be cover'd o'er; Lest, for my sake, thy saints despair; « Nor earth receive such impious blood, 7 Since I have suffer'd for thy name “ But leave for dogs th’unhallow'd gore.” Reproach, and hid my face in shame: PART III.

8 A stranger to my country grown, 24 When, marching to thy blest abode, Nor to my nearest kindred known;

The wond'ring multitude survey'd A foreigner, expos’d to scorn The pompous state of thee, our God, By brethren of my mother börn. In robes of majesty array'd ;

9 For zeal to thy lov'd house and name 25 Sweet singing Levites led the van; Consumes me like devouring flame; Loud instruments brought up the rear;

Concern'd at their affronts to thee, Between both troops, a virgin-train

More than at slanders cast on me. With voice and timbrel charm’d the ear. 10 My very tears and abstinence 26 This was the burthen of their song; They construe in a spiteful sense:

“In full assemblies bless the Lord; 11 When cloath'd with sackcloth for their sake, “ All who to Israel's tribes belong,

They me their common proverb make. “Of Israel's God the praise record.” 12 Their judges at my wrongs dojest, 27 Nor little Benjamin alone

Those wrongs they ought to have redress'd; From neighb'ring bounds did there attend, How should I then expect to be Nor only Judal's nearer throne

From libels of lewd drunkards free? Her counsellors in state did send;

13 But, Lord, to thee I will repair But Zebulon's remoter seat,

For help, with humble, timely prayer; And Napthali's more distant coast, Relieve me from thy mercy's store; The grand procession to complete,

Display thy truth's preserving power. Sent up their tribes, a princely host. 14 From threat'ning dangers me relieve, 28 Thus God to strength and union brought And from the mire my feet retrieve;

Our tribes, at strife till that blest hour; From spiteful foes in safety keep, This work, which thou, O God, hast wrought, And snatch me from the raging deep.

Confirm with fresh recruits of power. 15 Control the deluge, ere it spread, 29 To visit Salem, Lord, descend,

And roll its waves above my head; And Sion, thy terrestrial throne;

Nor deep destruction's open pit Where kings with presents shall attend, To close her jaws on me permit.

And thee with offer'd crowns atone. 16 Lord, hear the humble prayer I make, 30 Break down the Spearmen's ranks, who For thy transcending goodness' sake; threat

Relieve thy supplicant once more Like pamper'd herds of savage might; From thy abounding mercy's store. Their silver-armour'd chiefs defeat,

17 Nor from thy servant hide thy face; Who in destructive war delight.

Make haste, for desperate is my case; 31 Egypt shall then to God stretch forth 18 Thy timely succour interpose,

Her hands, and Afric homage bring; And shield me from remorseless foes. 32 The scatter'd kingdoms of the earth 19 Thou know'st what infamy and scorn

Their common Sovreign's praises sing; I from my enemies have borne; 33 Wbo, mounted on the loftiest sphere Nor can their close dissembled spite,

Of ancient heaven, sublimely rides ; Or darkest plots escape thy sight. From whence his dreadful voice we hear, 20 Reproach and grief have broke my heart;

Like that of warring winds and tides. I look'd for some to take my part, 34 Ascribe the power to God most high: To pity or relieve my pain; Of humble Israel he takes care;

But look'd, alas! for both in vain. Whose strength, from out the dusky sky, 21 With hunger pin’d, for food I call;

Darts shining terrors through the air. Instead of food, they give me gall; 35 How dreadful are the sacred courts, And when with thirst my spirits sink,

Where God has fix'd his earthly throne! They give me vinegar to drink. His strength his feeble saints supports, 22 Their tables, therefore, to their health To give God praise, and him alone. Shall prove a snare, a trap their wealth; PSALM LXIX.

23 Perpetual darkness seize their eyes,

And sudden blasts their hopes surprise. AVE

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25 And make their house a dismal cell, 9 Reject not then thy servant, Lord,
Where none will e'er vouchsafe to dwell. When I with age decay ;
26 For new afflictions they procur'd Forsake me not when, worn with years,
For him who had thy stripes endur'd;

My vigour fades away.
And made the wound, thy scourge had torn, 10 My foes against my fame and me
To bleed afresh, with sharper scorn.

With crafty malice speak; 27 Sin shall to sin their steps betray,

Against my soul they lay their snares, Till they to truth have lost the way :

And mutual counsel take: 28 From life thou shalt exclude their soul, 11 “His God,” say they, “ forsakes him now, Nor with the just their names enrol.

“On whom he did rely ; 29 But me, howe'er distress'd and poor, “ Pursue and take him, whilst no hope Thy strong salvation shall restore;

“ Of timely aid is nigh.”. 30 Thy power with songs I'll then proclaim, 12 But thou, my God, withdraw not far, And celebrate with thanks thy name.

For speedy help I call : 31 Our God shall this more highly prize, 13 To shame and ruin bring my foes, Than herds or focks in sacrifice;

That seek to work my fali. 32 Which humble saints with joy shall see, 14 But as for me, my steadfast hope And hope for like redress with me.

Shall on thy power depend; 33 For God regards the poor's complaint ; And I in grateful songs of praise Sets pris'ners free from close restraint:

My time to come will spend. 34 Let heaven, earth, sea, their voices raise,

PART II. And all the world resound his praise.

15 Thy righteous acts, and saving health, 35 For God will Sion's walls erect;

My mouth shall still declare; Fair Judah's cities he'll protect;

Unable yet to count them all, Till all her scatter'd sons repair

Though summ'd with utmost care. To undisturb'd possession there.

16 While God vouchsafes me his support, 36 This blessing they shall, at their death, I'll in his strength go on; To their religious heirs bequeath;

All other righteousness disclaim, And they to endless ages more

And mention his alone. Of such as his blest name adore.

17 Thou, Lord, hast taught me from my youth PSALM LXX.

To praise thy glorious name;

And, ever since, thy wondrous works
For never was more pressing need ; Have been my constant theme.
For my deliv'rance, Lord, appear,

18 Then now forsake me not, when I And add to that deliv'rance speed.

Am grey and feeble grown; 2 Confusion on their heads return

Till I to these and future times Who to destroy my soul combine;

Thy strength and power have shown. Let them, defeated, blush and mourn, 19 How high thy justice soars, O God! · Enspard in their own vile design.

How great and wondrous are 3 Their doom let desolation be;

The mighty works which thou hast done! With shame their malice be repaid,

Who may with thee compare! Who mock'd my confidence in thee,

20 Me, whom thy hand has sorely press'd, And sport of my afflictions made.

Thy grace shall yet relieve; 4 While those who humbly seek thy face, And from the lowest depth of woe, To joy ful triumphs shall be rais'd;

With tender care retrieve. And all who prize thy saving grace,

21 Through thee, my time to come shall be With me shall sing, The Lord he prais’d. With power and greatness crown'd; 5 Thus, wretched though I am and poor, And me, who dismal years have pass'd, The mighty Lord of me takes care:

Thy comforts shall surround.
Thou, God, who only can'st restore, 22 Then I with psaltery and harp,
To my relief with speed repair.

Thy truth, O Lord, will praise;
PSALM LXXI.

To thee, the God of Jacob's race,
thee I put my steadfast trust;

My voice in anthems raise. Defend me, Lord, from shame;

23 Then joy shall fill my mouth, and songs Incline thine ear, and save my soul;

Employ my cheerful voice; For righteous is thy name.

My grateful soul by thee redeem'd, 3 Be thou my strong abiding-place,

Shall in thy strength rejoice. To which I may resort;

24 My tongue thy just and righteous acts "Tis thy decree that keeps me safe;

Shall all the day proclaim; Thou art my rock and fort.

Because thou didst confound my foes, 4, 5 From cruel and ungodly men

And brought'st them all to shame.
Protect and set me free;

PSALM LXXU.
For, from my earliest youth till now,
My hope has been in thee.

In all his ways direct;
6 Thy constant care did safely guard And let his son, throughout his reign,
My tend
infant days;

Thy righteous laws respect. Thou took'st me from my mother's womb, 2 So shall he still thy people judge To sing thy constant praise.

With pure and upright mind; 7,8 \Vhile some on me with wonder gaze, Whilst all the helpless poor shall him. Thy hund supports me still;

Their just protector find. Thy honour, therefore, and thy praise, 3 Then hills and mountains shall bring forth My mouth shall always fill.

The happy fruits of peace;

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LIR the king

Which all the land shall own to be

118 Then bless'd be God, the mighty Lord, The work of righteousness :

The God whom Israel fears;
4 Whilst he the poor and needy race Who only wondrous in his works,
Shall rule with gentle sway ;.

Beyond compare appears.
And from their humble necks shall take 19 Let earth be with his glory filld;
Oppressive yokes away.

For ever bless his name; 5 In every heart thy awful fear

Whilst to his praise the list' ning world Shall then be rooted fast,

Their glad assent proclaim. As long as sun and moon endure,

PSALM LXXIII. Or time itself shall last. 6 He shall descend like rain, that cheers

T length, by certain proofs, 'tis plain The meadow's second birth; Or like warm showers, whose gentle drops 1 hat all whose hearts are pure and clean Refresh the thirsty earth.