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11 Let all their mighty men the fate OD in the great assembly stands,

Of Zeb and Oreb share;

As Zeba and Zalmuna, so In state surveys the earthly gods,

Let all their princes fare.

12 Who, with the same design inspir'd, And does their judgments try: 2, 3 How dare ye then unjustly judge,

Thus vainly boasting spake, Or be to sinners kind?

“ In firm possession for ourselves Defend the orphans and the poor ;

“ Let us God's houses take.”

13 To ruin let them haste, like wheels Let such your justice find. À Protect the humble helpless man,

Which downwards swiftly move; Reduc'd to deep distress;

Like chaff before the wind, let all And let not him become a prey

Their scatter'd forces prove.

14, 15 As flames consume dry wood, or heath, To such as would oppress.

That on parch'd niountains grows, 5 They neither know, nor will they learn, But blindly rove and stray;

So let thy fierce pursuing wrath Justice and truth, the world's support,

With terrors strike thy foes. Through all the land decay.

16, 17 Lord, shroud their faces with disgrace, 6 Well then might God in anger say,

That they may own thy name: “I've calld you by my name;

Or them eonfound, whose harden'd hearts “ I've said ye're gods, and all ally'd

Thy gentler means disclaim.

18 Só shall the wond'ring world confess, “ To the Most High in fame : 7 “But ne'ertheless your unjust deeds

That thou, who claim'st alone “ To strict account I'll eall';

Jehovah's name, o'er all the earth * You all shall die like common men,

Hast rais'd thy lofty throne. “ Like other tyrants fall."

PSALM LXXXIV. 8 Arise, and thy just judgments, Lord,

Throughout the earth display ; And all the nations of the world

How lovely is Shall own thy righteous sway.

Where thou, enthron’d in glory, show'st

The brightness of thy face!

2 My longing soul faints with desire TOLD not thy peace, O Lord our God, To view thy blest abode;

My panting heart and flesh cry out Nor with consenting quiet looks

For thee, the living God. Our ruin calmly see.

3 The birds, more happy far than I, stilia For lo! the tumults of thy foes

Around thy temple throng ;
O'er all the land are spread;

Securely there they build, and there
And those who hate thy saints and thee, Securely hatch their young.
Lift up their threat'ning head.

4 O Lord of hosts, my King and God, 3 Against thy zealous people, Lord,

How highly blest are they, They craftily combine;

Who in thy temple always dwell, And to destroy thy chosen saints

And there thy praise display! Have laid their close design.

5 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee j - Come let us cut them off,” say they, Their sure protection made; “ Their nation quite deface;

Who long to tread the sacred ways " That no remembrance may remain

That to thy dwelling lead! « Of Israel's hated race.”

6 Who pass through Baca's thirsty vale, 5 Thus they against thy people's peace Yet no refreshment want; Consult with one consent ;

Their pools are fill’d with rain, which thou And diff’ring nations, jointly leagued,

At their request dost grant. Their common malice vent.

7 Thus they proceed from strength to strength, 6 The Ishmaelites, that dwell in tents,

And still approach more near ; With warlike Edom join'd,

Till all on Sion's holy mount, And Moab's sons, our ruin vow,

Before their God appear. With Hager's race combin'd.

8 O Lord, the mighty God of hosts, 7 Proud Ammon's offspring, Gebal too, My just request regard : With Amalek conspire;

Thou God of Jacob, let my prayer The lords of Palestine, and all

Be still with favour heard. The wealthy sons of Tyre.

9 Behold, O God, for thou alone 8 All these the strong Assyrian king

Canst timely aid dispense; Their firm ally have got ;

On thy anointed servant look, Who with a powerful army aids

Be thou his strong defence. Th' incestuous race of Lot.

10 For in thy courts one single day PART II.

"Tis better to attend, 9 But let such vengeance come to them, Than, Lord, in any place besides As once to Midian came;

A thousand days to spend. To Jabin and proud Sisera,

Much rather in God's house will I At Kishon's fatal stream;

The meanest office take, 10 When thy right hand their num'rous hosts Than in the wealthy tents of sin Near Endor did confound,

My pompous dwelling make. And left their carcases for dung

11 For God, who is our Sun and Shield, To feed the hungry ground,

Will grace and glory give;

thy land



And no good thing will he withhold

8 Among the gods there's none like thee, From them that justly live.

O Lord, alone divine!
12 Thou God, whom heavenly hosts obey, To thee as much inferior they,
How highly blest is he,

As are their works to thine.
Whose hope and trust, securely plac'd, 9 Therefore their great Creator thee
Is still repos’d on thee!

The nations shall adore;

Their long misguided prayers and prais ė

To thy bless'd name restore.

10 All shall confess thee great, and great The favours we implor'd,

The wonders thou hast done; And faithful Jacob's captive race

Confess thee God, the God supreme, Hast graciously restor'd.

Confess thee God alone. 2, 3 Thy people's sins thou hast forgiv'n,

And all their guilt defac'd;
Thou hast not let thy wrath flame on, 11 Teach me thy way, O Lord, and I
Nor thy fierce anger last.

From truth shall ne'er depart ; 4 O God our Saviour, all our hearts

In rev'rence to thy sacred name To thy obedience turn;

Devoutly fix my heart.

12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, That, quench more repenting tears, Thy wrath may burn.

Praise thee with heart sincere; 5, 6 For why should'st thou be angry still, And to thy everlasting name And wrath so long retain?

Eternal trophies rear. Revive us, Lord, and let thy saints

13 Thy boundless mercy shown to me Thy wonted comfort gain.

Transcends my power to tell;
7 Thy gracious favour, Lord, display, For thou hast oft redeem'd my soul
Which we have long implor'd;

From lowest depths of hell.
And, for thy wondrous mercy's sake, 14 O God, the sons of pride and strife
Thy wonted aid afford.

Have my destruction sought ; 8 God's answer patiently I'll wait;

Regardless of thy power, that oft For he, with glad success,

Has my delivrance wrought. If they no more to folly turn,

15 But thou thy constant goodness didst His mourning saints will bless.

To my assistance bring: 9 To all that fear his holy name

of patience, mercy, and of truth, His sure salvation's near;

Thou everlasting spring! And in its former happy state

16 O bounteous Lord, thy grate and strength Our nation shall appear.

To me thy servant show; 10 For mercy now with truth is join'de Thy kind protection, Lord, on me, And righteousness with peace,

Thine handmaid's son, bestow. Like kind companions, absent long,

17 Some signal give, which my proud foes With friendly arms embrace.

May see with shame and rage, 11, 12 Truth from the earth shall spring, whilst When thou, O Lord, for my relief heaven

And comfort dost engage. Shall streams of justice pour ;

PSALM LXXXVII. And God, from whom all goodness flows,

Shall endless plenty shower. 13 Before him righteousness shall march,

The Lord there condescends to dwell; And his just paths prepare;

2 His Sion's gates, in his account, Whilst we his holy steps pursue

Our Israel's fairest tents excel. With constant zeal and care.

3 Fame glorious things of thee shall sing,

O city of th' Almighty King!

4 I'll mention Rahab with due praise,

In Babylon's applauses join,

The fame of Ethiopia raise, ;

With that of Tyre and Palestin e; lear me, distress'd, and destitute

And grant that some amongst the m born, Of all relief but thine.

Their age and country did adorn. 2 Do thou, O God, preserve my soul,

5 But still of Sion I'll aver, That does thy name adore;

That many such from her proceed; Thy servant keep, and him, whose trust Th’Almighty shall establish her ; Relies on thee, restore.

6 His gen'ral list shall show, when read, 3 To me, who daily thee invoke,

That such a person there was born, Thy mercy, Lord, extend;

And such did such an age adorn. Refresh thy servant's soul, whose hopes 7 He'll Sion find with numbers fili'd On thee alone depend.

Of such as merit high renown; 5 Thou, Lord, art good, nor only gool, For hand and voice musicians skill'd; But prompt pardon too;

And (her transcending fame to crown) Of plenteous mercy to all those

Of such she shall successions bring, Who for thy mercy Bue.

Like water from a living spring. 6 To my repeated humble prayer,

PSALM LXXXVIII. O Lord, attentive be; 7 When troubled, I on thee will cal!,

10 For thou wilt answer me.

By day and night address my cry

Tommy complaint, O Lord my God,

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33 “ Yet will not cease to be their God, And when thou speak’st the word, Return,

“Nor from my truth, like them depart. Tis instantly obey d. 34 “My cov’nant I will ne'er revoke, 4 For in thy sight a thousand years “ But in remembrance fast retain;

Are like a day that's past, “The thing that once my lips have spoke Or like a watch in dead of night, “ Shall in eternal force remain.

Whose hours unminded waste. 35 “Once I have sworn, but once for all, 5 Thou sweep'st us off as with a food, And made my holiness the tie,

We vanish hence like dreams; “ That I my grant will ne'er recall,

At first we grow like grass that feels “ Nor to my servant David lie;

The sun's reviving beams: 36 “ Whose throne and race the constant sun 6 But howsoever fresh and fair

“Shall, like his course, establish'd see : Its morning beauty shows; 37 “Of this my oath, thou conscious moon, 'Tis all cut down and wither'd quite, “ In heaven my faithful witness be.”

Before the ev’ning close. 38 Such was thy gracious promise, Lord; 7,8 We by thine anger are consum'd,

But thou hast now our tribes forsook, And by thy wrath dismay'd; Thy own Anointed hast abhorrd,

Our public crimes and secret sins And turn’d on him thy wrathful look. Before thy sight are laid. 39 Thou seemest to have render'd void 9 Beneath thy anger's sad effects

The cov’nant with thy servant made; Our drooping days we spend; Thou hast his dignity destroy'd,

Our unregarded years break off, And in the dust his honour laid.

Like tales that quickly end. 40 Of strong holds thou hast him bereft, 10 Our term of time is sev'nty years, And brought his bulwarks to decay ;

An age that few survive; 41 His frontier coasts defenceless left, But if, with more than common strength, A public scorn, and common prey:

To eighly we arrive, 42 His ruin does glad triumphs yield

Yet then our boasted strength decays, To foes, advanc'd by thee to might;

To sorrow turn’d and pain; 43 Thou hast his conqu’ring sword unsteeld, So soon the slender thread is cut, His valour turn’d to shameful flight.

And we no more remain. 44 His glory is to darkness fled,

PART II. His throne is levell’d with the ground; 45 His youth to wretched bondage led, 11 But who thy anger's dread effects With shame o’erwhelm'd and sorrow Does, as he ought, revere? drown'd.

And yet thy wrath does fall or rise, 46 How long shall we thy absence mourn? As more or less we fear. Wilt thou for ever, Lord, retire?

12 So teach us, Lord, th' uncertain sum Shall thy consuming anger burn,

Of our short days to mind, Till that and we at once expire?

That to true wisdom all our hearts 47 Consider, Lord, how short a space

May ever be inclin'd. Thou dost for mortal life ordain;

13 O to thy servants, Lord, return, No method to prolong the race,

And speedily relent! But loading it with grief and pain.

As we forsake our sins, do thou 48 What man is he that can control

Revoke our punishment. Death's strict unalterable doom?

14 To satisfy and cheer our souls, Or rescue from the grave his soul,

Thy early mercy send; The grave that must mankind entomb? That we may all our days to come 49 Lord, where's thy love, thy boundless grace, In joy and comfort spend.

The oath to which thy truth did seal, 15 Let happy times, with large amends Consign’d to David and his race,

Dry up our former tears, The grant which time shall ne'er repeal? Or equal at the least the term 50 See how thy servants treated are

Of our afflicted years. With infamy, reproach and spite;

16 To all thy servants, Lord, let this Which in my silent breast I bear,

Thy wondrous work be known, From nations of licentious might.

And to our offspring yet unborn 51 How they, reproaching thy great name,

Thy glorious power be shown. Have made thy servant's hope their jest;

17 Let thy bright rays upon us shine, 52 Yet thy just praises we'll proclaim,

Give thou our work success; And ever sing, The Lord be blest.

The glorious work we have in hand

Du thou vouchsafe to bless.

O Lordsthe Saviour and defence
Of us closen race,

TE that has God his guardian made,
From age to age thou still hast been
Our sure abiding place.

Secure and undisturb'd abide:
2 Before thou brought'st the mountains forth,. Thus to my soul of him I'll say,
Or th' earth and world didst frame,

He is any fortress and my stay, Thou always wast the mighty God,

My God, in whom I will confide. And ever art the same.

3 His tender love and watchful care 3 Thou turnest man, O Lord, to dust,

Shall free thee from the fowler's snare, Of which he first was made ;

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$ He over thee his wings shall spread, And with refreshing oil anoint'st And cover thy unguarded head;

My consecrated head. His truth shall be thy strong defence. 11 I soon shall see my stubborn foes 5 No terrors that surprise by night

To utter ruin brought; Shall thy undaunted courage fright,

And hear the dismal end of those Nor deadly shafts that fy by day;

Who have against me fought. 6. Nor plague, of unknown rise, that kills 12 But righteous men, like fruitful palms In darkness, nor infectious ills

Sball make a glorious show; That in the hottest season slay.

As cedars that on Lebanon 7 A thousand at thy side shall die,

In stately order grow. At thy right hand ten thousand lie,

13, 14 These, planted in the house of God, While thy firm health untouch'd remains ; Within his courts shall thrive; 8 Thou only shalt look on and see

Their vigour and their lustre both The wicked's dismal tragedy,

Shall in old age revive. And count the sinner's mournful gains. 15 Thus will the Lord his justice show: 9 Because, with well-plac'd confidence, And God, my strong defence, Thou mak'st the Lord thy sure defence, Shall due rewards to all the world And on the Highest dost rely;

Impartially dispense. 10 Therefore no ill shall thee befall,

Nor to thy healthful dwelling shall
Any infectious plagues draw nigh.

TITH glory clad, with strength array’de 11 For he throughout thy happy days,

The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns To keep thee safe in all thy ways,

The world's foundation strongly laid,
Shall give his angels strict commands; And the vast fabric still sustains.
12 And they, lest thou should'st chance to meet2 How surely 'stablish'd is thy throne,
With some rough stone to wound thy feet, Which shall no change or period see

Sball bear thee safely in their hands. For thou, O Lord, and thou alone,
13 Dragons and asps that thirst for blood, Art God from all eternity!
And lions roaring for their food,

3,4 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voices Beneath his conqu’ring feet shall lie; And toss the troubled waves on high; 14 Because he lov'd and honour'd me, But God above can still their noise, Therefore, says God, I'll set him free,

And make the angry sea comply. And fix his glorious throne on high. 5 Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure; 15 He'll call; l'll answer when he calls, And they that in thy house would dwells And rescue him when ill befalls ;

That happy station to secure, Increase his honour and his wealth :

Must still in holiness excel. 16 And when, with undisturb'd content,

His long and happy life is spent,
His end I'll crown with saving health.

God, to whom revenge belongsa

Thy vengeance now disclose;

Arise, thou Judge of all the earth,

And crush thy haughty foes. row good and pleasant must it be 3, 4 How long, O Lord, shall sinful men To thank the Lord most high;

Their solemn triumphs make? And with repeated hymns of praise

How long their wicked actions boast, His name to magnify!

And insolently speak?
2 With every morning's early dawn 5, 6 Not only they, thy saints oppress,
His goodness to relate;

But, unprovok'd, they spilt
And of his constant truth, each night, The widow's and the stranger's blood,
The glad effects repeat !

And helpless orphans kill. 3 To ten-string'd instruments we'll sing, 7 " And yet the Lord shall ne'er perceive, d. With tuneful psalt'ries join'd;

Profanely thus they speak, And to the harp, with solemn sounds, “ Nor any rrotice of our deeds For sacred use design'd.

“ The God of Jacob take.” 4 For through thy wondrous works, O Lord, 8 At length, ye stupid fools, your wants Thou mak'st my heart rejoice;

Endeavour to discern:
The thoughts of them shall make me glad, In folly will you still proceed,
And shout with cheerful voice.

And wisdom never learn? 5, 6 How wondrous are thy works, O Lord! 9, 1Q. Can he be deaf who form’d the ear? How deep are thy decrees!

Or blind, who fram’d the eye? Whose winding tracks, in secret laid,

Shall carth's great Judge not punish those No stupid sinner sees.

Who his known will defy? 7 He little thinks, when wicked men, 11 Ho fathoms all the thoughts of men; Like grass, look fresh and gay,

To him their hearts lie bare; How soon their short-liv'd splendour must His eye surveys them all, and sees For ever pass away.

How vain their counsels are. 8, 9 But thou, my God, art still most high;

PART II. And all thy lofty foes, Who thought they might securely sin, 12 Bless’d is the man, whom thou, O Lord, Shall be oerwhelm'd with woes.

In kindness dost chastise; 10 Whilst thou exalt'st my sov’reign power, And hy thy sacred rules to walk And mak'st it largely spread;

Dost lovingly advise.


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