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2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat,

In secret how exactly wrought, And, with thy love inspir'd,

Ere from its dark enclosure brought. The praises of thy truth repeat,

16 Thou didst the shapeless embryo see, O'er all thy works admir'd.

Its parts were register'd by thee; 3 Thou graciously inclin'dst thine ear, Thou saw'st the daily growth they took, When I to thee did cry;

Form'd by the model of thy book. And when my soul was press'd with fear, 17 Let me acknowledge too, O God, Didst inward strength supply.

That since this maze of life I trod, 4 Therefore shall every earthly prince Thy thoughts of love to me surmount Thy name with praise pursue,

The power of numbers to recount. Whom these admir'd events convince 18 Far sooner could I reckon o’er That all thy works are true.

The sands upon the ocean's shore; 5 They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord, Each morn revising what I've done, With cheerful songs shall bless;

I find th' account but new begun. And all thy glorious acts record,

19 The wicked thou shalt slay, O God : Thy awful power confess.

Depart from me ye men of blood, 6 For God, although enthron’d on high, 20 Whose tongues heaven's Majesty profane, Does thence the poor respect;

And take th' Almighty's name in vain. The proud far off his scornful eye

21 Lord, hate not I their impious crew, Beholds with just neglect.

Who thee with enmity pursue?
7 Though I with troubles am oppress’d, And does not grief my heart oppress,
He shall my foes disarm,

When reprobates thy laws transgress!
Retieve my soul when most distress'd, 22 Wbo practise enmity to thee
And keep me safe from harm.

Shall utmost hatred have from me;
8 The Lord, whose mercies ever last, Such men I utterly detest,
Shall fix my happy state ;

As if they were my foes profest. And, mindful of his favours past,

23, 24 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and Shall his own work complete.


If mischief lurks in any part ;

Correct me where I go astray, known

And guide me in thy perfect way. My rising up and lying down;

PSALM CXL. My secret thoughts are known to thee,

RESERVE me, Lord, from crafty foes, Known long before conceiv'd by me.

Of treacherous intent ; 3 Thine eye my bed and patlı surveys, 2 And from the sons of violence, My public haunts and private ways;

On open mischief bent. 4 Thou kuow'st what 'tis my lips. would vent, 3 Their sland'ring tongue the serpent's sting My yet unutter'd words' intent.

In sharpness does exceed; 5 Surrounded by thy power I stand ; Between their lips the gall of asps On every side I find ihy hand :

And adder's venom breed. 6 O skill, for human reach too high! 4 Preserve me, Lord, from wicked hands, Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!

Nor leave my soul forlorn, 7 0 could I so perfidious be,

A prey to sons of violence, To think of once deserting thee,

Who have my ruin sworn. Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun? 5 The proud for me have laid their snare, 01 whither from thy presence run?

And spread their wily net; 8 If up to heaven I take my flight,

With traps and gips, where'er I move, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron’d in light; I find my steps beset. If down to hell's infernal plains,

6 But thus environ'd with distress, 'Tis there Almighty vengeance reigns. Thou art my God, I said; 9 If I the morning's wings could gain, Lord, hear my supplicating voice, And fly beyond the western main,

That calls to thee for aid. 10 Tly switter hand would first arrive, 7 O Lord, the God whose saving strength And there arrest thy fugitive.

Kind succour did convey,
11 Or, should I try to shun thy sight And cover'd my advent'rous head
Beneath the sable wings of night;

In battle's doubtful day ;
One glance from thee, one piercing ray, 8 Permit not their unjust designs
Would kindle darkness into day.

To answer their desire ;
12 T'he veil of night is no disguise, Lest they, encourag'd by success,
No screen from thy all-searching eyes ;

To bolder crimes aspire.
Through midnight shades thou find'st thy way, 9 Let first their chiefs the sad effects
As in the blazing noon of day.

Of their injustice mourn;
13 Thou know'st the texture of my heart, The blast of their envenom'd breath
My reins, and every vital part;

Upon themselves return. Each single thread in nature's loom,

10 Let them who kindle first the fame, Bv thee was cover'd in the womb.

Its sacrifice become; 1° l'll praise thee, from whose hands I came, The pit they digg‘d for me be made A work of such a curious fiame;

Their own untiinely tomb. The wonders thou in me hast shown, 11 Though slander's breath may raise a storm, My soil with grateful joy must own.

It quickly will decay; 15 Thine eyes my substance did survey, Their rage does but the torrent swell, 54: yet a lifless miss it lay,

That bears themselves away.

T there bord, my cries ascend,

i2 God will assert the poor man's cause,

And speedy succour give:
The just shall celebrate his praise,

ORD, hear my prayer, and to my cry And in his presence live.

In thy accustom’d faith and truth

A gracious answer send.

2 Nor at thy strict trilunal bring O to my relief;

Thy servant to be try'd; And with accustom'd pity hear

For in thy sight no living man The accents of my grief.

Can e'er be justified. 2 Instead of off'rings, let my prayer

3 The spiteful toe pursues my life, Like morning incense rise;

Whose comforts all are fled; My lifted hand supply the place

He drives me into caves as dark of evening sacrifice.

As mansions of the dead. 3 From hasty language curb my tongue, 4 My spirit therefore iş o'erwhelm’d, And let a constant guard

And sinks within my breast; Still keep the portal of my lips

My mcurnful heart grows desolate, With wary silence barr'd.

With heavy woes opprest. 4 From wicked men's designs and deeds 5 I call to mind the days of old, My heart and hands restrain;

And wonders thou hast wrought; Nor let me in the booty share

My former dangers and escapes Of their unrighteous gain.

Employ my musing thought.
5 Let upright men reprove my faults, 6 To ihee my hands in humble prayer
And I shall think them kind;

I fervently stretch out;
Like balm that heals a wounded head, My soul for thy refreshment thirsts,
I their reproof shall find;

Like land oppress’d with drought.
And, in return, my fervent prayer

7 Hear me with speed; my spirit fails; I shall for them address,

Thy faec no longer hide, When they are tempted and reduc'd, Lest I become forlorn, like them Like me, to sore distress.

That in the grave reside. 6 When skulking in Engedi’s rock,

8 Thy kindness early let me hear, I to their chiefs appeal,

Whose trust on thee depends ; If one reproachful word I spoke,

Teach me the way where I should go; Then I had power to kill.

My soul to thee ascends. 7 Yet us they persecute to death;

9 Do thou, O Lord, from all my foes Our scatter'd ruins lie

Preserve and set me free; As thick as from the hewer's axe

A safe retreat against their rage The sever'd splinters fly.

My soul implores from thee. 8 But, Lord, to thee I still direct

10 Thou art my God, thy righteous will My supplicating eyes,

Instruct me to obey ; O leave not destitute my soul,

Let thy good spirit lead and keep Whose trust on thee relies.

My soul in thy right way.
9 Do thou preserve me from the snares 11 0! for the sake of thy great name,
That wicked hauds have laid;

Revive my drooping heart;
Let them in their own nets be caught, For thy truth's sake, to me distress’d,
While my escape is made.

Thy proniis'd aid impart.

12 In pity to my suff'rings, Lord,

Reduce my foes to shame;

Slay them that persecute a soul
In deep distress I pray’d;

Devoted to thy name. 2 Made him the umpire of my cause,

My wrongs before him laid.
3 Thou didst my steps direct,

OR ever bless'd be God the Lord,
When my griev'd soul despair'd;
For where I thought to walk secure,

At once both strength and skill afford,
They had their traps prepar'd.

To wield my arms with warlike art. 4 I look'd, but found no friend

2 His goodness is my fort and tower, To own me in distress;

My strong deliv'rance, and my shield; All refuge fail'd, no man vouchsaf'd

In him I trust, whose matchless power His pity or redress.

Makes to my gway fierce nations yield. 5 To God at last I pray'd ;

3 Lord, what's in man, that thou shouldst love Thou, Lord, my refuge art,

Of him such tender care to take? My portion in the land of life,

What in his offspring could thee move Till life itself depart.

Such great account of him to make? 6 Reduc'd to greatest straits,

4 The life of man does quickly fade, To thee I make my moan;

His thoughts but empty are and vain, O save me from oppressing foes,

His days are like a flying shade, For me too powerful grown.

Of whose short stay no signs remain. 7 That I may praise thy name,

5 In solemn state, () God, descend, My scul fion prison bring;

Whilst heaven its lofty head inclines; Whilst of thy kind regard to me

The smoaking hills asunder rend, Assembied saints shall sing.

Of thy approach the awful signs.


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6 Discharge thy awful lightnings round, And thy great power, by all admir'd,

And make thy scatter'd foes retreat ; Their lofty subject make.
Then with thy pointed arrows wound, 12 God's glorious works of ancient date
And their destruction soon complete.

Shall thus to all be known;
7,8 Do thou, O Lord, from heaven engage And thus his kingdom's royal state

Thy boundless power my foes to quell, With public splendour shown. And snatch me from the stormy rage

13 His steadfast throne, from changes free, Of threat’ning waves, that proudly swell. Shall stand for ever fast; Fight thou against my foreign foes, His boundless sway no end shall see, Who utter speeches false and rain;

But time itself outlast. Who, though in solemn leagues they close,

PART II. Their sworn engagements ne'er maintain. 14, 15 The Lord does them support that fall, 9 Sol to tbee, O King of kings,

And makes the prostrate rise ; In new-made hymns my voice shall raise, For his kind aid all creatures call, And instruments of many strings

Who timely food supplies. Shall help me thus to sing thy praise: 16 Whate'er their various wants require, 10 “ God does to kings his aid afford,

With open hand he gives; “To them his sure salvation sends; And so fulfils the just desire " "Tis he that from the murdring sword Of every thing that lives. “ His servant David still defends."

17, 18 How holy is the Lord, how just, 11 Fight thou against my foreign foes,

How righteous all his ways!
Who utter speeches false and vain; How nigh to him, who with firm trust
Who, though in solemn leagues they close, For his assistance prays!

Their sworn engagements ne'er maintain. 19 He grants the full desires of those
12 Then our young sous like trees shall grow, Who him with fear adore;

Well planted in some fruitful place; And will their troubles soon compose, Our daughters shall like pillars show,

When they his aid implore. Design'd some royal court to grace. 120 The Lord preserves all those with care, 13 Our garners, filld with various store, Whom grateful love employs;

Shall us and ours with plenty feed; But sinners, who his vengeance dare, Our sheep, increasing more and more,

With furious rage destroys.
Shall thousands and ten thousands breed. 21 My time to come, in praises spent,
14 Strong shall our lab'ring oxen grow,

Shall still advance his fame;
Nor in their constant labour faint; And all niankind, with one consent,
Whilst we no war nor slav'ry know,

For ever bless his name.
And in our streets hear no complaint.

15 Thrice happy is that people's case,
Whose various blessings thus abound;

For ever bless his name:
Who God's true worship still embrace, His wondrous love, while life shall last,
And are with his protection crown'd. My constant praise shall claim.

3 On kings, the greatest sons of men,

Let pone for aid rely ;
WHEE I will bless, my God and King, They cannot save in dang’rous times,

Nor timely help apply. This tribute daily I will bring,

4 Depriv'd of breath, to dust they turn, And ever bless thy name.

And there neglected lie; 3 Thou, Lord, beyond compare art great, And all their thoughts and vain designs And highly to be prais'd;

Together with them die.
Thy Majesty, with boundless height, 5 Then happy he, who Jacob's God
Above our knowledge rais'd.

For his protector takes; .. Renown'd for mighty acts, thy fame Who still, with well-plac'd hope, the Lord To future time extends;

His constant refuge makes. From age to age thy glorious name

6 The Lord, who made both heaven and earth, Successively descends.

And all that they contain, 5, 6 Whilst I thy glory and renown,

Will never quit his steadfast truth, And wondrous works express,

Nor make his promise vain. The world with me thy might shall own, 17 The poor, opprest, from all their wrongs And thy great power confess.

Are eas'd by his decree; 7 The praise that to thy love belongs, He gives the hungry needful food, They shall with joy proclaim;

And sets the pris'ners free. Thy truth of all their grateful songs

8 By him the blind receive their sight, Shall be the constant theme.

The weak and fall’n he rears ; 8 The Lord is good; fresh acts of grace With kind regard and tender love Ilis pity still supplies:

He for the righteous cares. llis anger moves with slowest pace,

9 The strangers he preserves from harm, His willing mercy fies.

The orphan kindly treats;
9, 10 Thy love through earth extends its fame, Defends the widow, and the wiles
To all thy works exprest;

Of wicked men defeats.
These show thy praise, whilst thy great name 10 The God that does in Sion dwell
Is by thy servants blest.

Is our eternal King:
11 They, with a glorious prospect fir'da From age to age his reign endures :
Shall of thy kingdoms speak;

Let all his praises sing.

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His praise your song employ
Above the starry frame:

Your voices raise,
And celebrate his fame!

Ye Cherubim,
For pleasant, good, and comely 'tis

And Seraphim, To praise his holy name.

To sing his praise. 8 His holy city God will build,

3, 4 Thou moon, that rulst the night, Though levell’d with the ground;

And sun, that guid'st the day, Bring back his people, though dispers'd Ye glitt'ring stars of light, Through all the nations round.

To him your homage pay: 3,4 He kindly heals the broken hearts,

His praise declare, And all their wounds does close;

Ye heavens above, He tells the number of the stars,

And clouds that move Their several names he knows.

In liquid air. 5, 6 Great is the Lord, and great his power, 5, 6 Let them adore the Lordy His wisdom has no bound;

And praise his holy name, The meek he raises, and throws down By whose Almighty word The wicked to the ground.

They all from nothing came; 7 To God, the Lord, a hymn of praise

And all shall last, With grateful voices sing ;

From changes free; To songs of triumph tune the harp,

His firm decree And strike each warbling string.

Stands ever fast. 8 He covers heaven with clouds, and thence 7, 8 Let earth her tribute pay, Refreshing rain bestows;

Praise him ye dreadful whales, Through him, on mountain tops, the grass And fish that through the sea With wondrous plenty grows.

Glide swift with glitt'ring scales; 9 He savage beasts, that loosely range,

Fire, hail, and snow, With timely food supplies;

And misty air, He feeds the raven's tender brood,

And winds that, where And stops their hungry cries.

He bids them, blow. 10 He values not the warlike steed, 9, 10 By hills and mountains, all But does his strength disdain ;

In grateful concert join'd; The nimble foot that swiftly runs

By cedars stately tall, No prize from him can gain.

And trees for fruit design'd; 11 But he to him that fears his name

By every beast, His tender love extends;

And creeping thing, To him that on his boundless grace

And fowl of wing, With steadfast hope depends.

His name be blest. 12, 13 Let Sion and Jerusalem

11, 12 Let all of royal birth, To God their praise address ;

With those of humbler frame,
Who fenc'd their gates with massy bars, And judges of the earth,
And does their children bless.

His matchless praise proclaim:
14, 15 Through all their borders he gives In this design,

Let youths with maids, With finest wheat they're fed;

And hoary heads He speaks the word, and what he wills

With children join. Is done as soon as said.

13 United zeal be shown, 16 Large flakes of snow, like fleecy wool, His wondrous fame to raise, Descend at his command;

Whose glorious name alone And hoary frost, like ashes spread,

Deserves our endless praise : Is scatter'd o'er the land.

Earth's utmost ends 17 When, join'd to these, he does his hail His power obey ; In little morsels break,

His glorious sway Who can against his piercing cold

The sky transcends. Secure defences make?

14 His chosen saints to grace, 18 He sends his word, which melts the ice; He sets them up on high, He makes his wind to blow;

Avd favours Israel's race, And soon the streams, congeal'd before, Who still to him are nigh: In plenteous currents flow.

O therefore raise 19 By him his statutes and decrees

Your grateful voice, To Jacob's sons were shown;

And still rejoice And still to Israel's chosen seed

The Lord to praise. His righteous laws are known.

PSALM CXLIX. 20 No other nation this can boast; Nor did he e'er afford



the Lord, To heathen lands his oracles,

Prepare your glad voice, And knowledge of his word.

His praise in the great

Assembly to ging:

In our great Creator

Let Israel rejoice;
boundless realms of joy,

And children of Sion
Exalt your Maker's fame;

Be glad in their King

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3, 4 Let them his great name

16 Let all that vital breath enjoy', Extol in the dance;

The breath he does to them afford, With timbrel and harp

In just returns of praise employ : His praises express;

Let every creature praise the Lord, Who always takes pleasure

His saints to advance, And with his salvation

The humble to bless.
5, 6 With glory adorn'd,

Common Measure.
His people shall sing
To God, who their beds
With safety does shield;

The God whom we adore,
Their mouths fill'd with praises

Be glory, as it was, is now, Of him, their great King;

And shall be evermore. Whilst a two-edged sword

As Psalm 25. Their right hand shall wield; 7, 8 Just vengeance to take

To God the Father, Son, For injuries past;

And Spirit, glory be; To punish those lands

As'twas, and is, and shall be so For ruin design'd;

To all eternity.
With chains, as their captives,

As Psalm 100.
To tie their kings fast,
With fetters of iron

To Father, Son; and Holy Ghost,
Their nobles to bind.

The God whom earth and heaven adore, 9 Thus shall they make good,

Be glory, as it was of old,
When them they destroy,

Is now, and shall be evermore.
The dreadful decree
Which God does proclaim:

As Psalm 37.
Such honour and triumph

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, His saints shall enjoy :

The God whom heaven's triumphant host, O therefore for ever

And suff'ring saints on earth adore, Exalt his great name.

Be glory, as in ages pasto

As now it is, and so shall last,

When time itself shall be no more.

As Psalm 148.
From whence his goodness largely flows;
Praise him in heaven, where he his face,

To God the Father, Son,
Unveild, in perfect glory shows.

And Spirit ever bless'd, 2 Praise him for all the mighty acts

Eternal Three in One, Which he in our behalf has done;

All worship be address’d; His kindness this return exacts,

As heretofore With which otir praise should equal run.

It was, is now, 3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice

And shall be so Make rocks and bills bis praise rebound;

For evermore. Praise him with harp's melodious noise,

As' Psalm 149. And gentle psalt'ry's silver sound. 4 Let virgin troops soft timbrels bring,

By angels in heaven And some with graceful motion dance;

Of every degree, Let instruments of various string,

And saints upon earth, With organs join'd, his praise advance.

All praise be address'd 5 Let them who joyful hymns compose,

To God in Three Personş, To cymbals set their songs of praise;

One God ever bless'd; Cymbals of common use, and those

As it has been, now is, "That loudly sound on solemn days.

And always shall be.

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