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17 Thus, wretched though I am and poor,

Of me th' Almighty Lord takes care: Thou God, who only can'st restore, To my relief with speed repair. PSALM XLI.

HAPPY the man whose tender care Relieves the poor distress'd! When troubles compass him around, The Lord shall give him rest. 2 The Lord his life, with blessings crown'd,

In safety shall prolong; And disappoint the will of those That seek to do him wrong. 3 If he in languishing estate,

Oppress'd with sickness lie; The Lord will easy make his bed, And inward strength supply. 4 Secure of this, to thee, my God, I thus my pray'r address'd; Lord, for thy mercy heal my soul, "Though I have much transgress'd 5 My cruel foes, with sland'rous words, Attempt to wound my fame; When shall he die,' say they, and


'Forget his very name?'

6 Suppose they formal visits make, 'Tis all but empty show; They gather mischief in their hearts, And vent it where they go. 7, 8 With private whispers, such as these,

To hurt me they devise:
'A sore disease afflicts him now;
'He's fall'n, no more to rise.'
9 My own familiar bosom-friend,

On whom I most rely'd,
Has me, whose daily guest he was,
With open scorn defy'd.

10 But thou my sad and wretched state,

In mercy, Lord, regard; And raise me up, that all their crimes May meet their just reward. 11 By this I know thy gracious ear Is open, when I call;" Because thou suff'rest not my foes

To triumph in my fall.

12 Thy tender care secures my life From danger and disgrace; And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still

Before thy glorious face.

13 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God
From age to age be bless'd;
And all the people's glad applause
With loud Amens express'd.

As pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

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2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
O! when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty Divine?
3 Tears are my constant food, while thus
Insulting foes upbraid;
'Deluded wretch! where's now thy

And where his promis'd aid?'
4 I sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts
Those happy days present,
When I, with troops of pious friends,
Thy temple did frequent.

When I advanc'd with songs of praise,
My solemn vows to pay,
And led the joyful sacred throng

That kept the festal day.

The heathen from this land,

5 Why restless, why cast down, my Dispeopled by repeated strokes Of thy avenging hand.


Trust God; who will employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

6 My soul's cast down, O God! but thinks

On thee and Sion still;

From Jordan's bank, from Hermon's heights,

And Mizar's humbler hill.

7 One trouble calls another on,

And, gath'ring o'er my head,
Fall spouting down, till round my soul
A roaring sea is spread.

8 But when thy presence, Lord of life,
Has once dispell'd this storm,
To thee I'll midnight anthems sing,

14 Then will I there fresh altars raise To God, who is my only joy;

And well tun'd harps, with songs of

Shall all my grateful hours employ.
5 Why then cast down, my soul? and why
So much oppress'd with anxious care?
On God, thy God, for aid rely,
Who will thy ruin'd state repair.

LORD, our fathers oft have told

In our attentive ears,

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Thy wonders, in their days perform'd,
And elder times than theirs:

2 How thou, to plant them here, didst drive

3 For not their courage, nor their sword,

5 Through thy victorious name, our arms
The proudest foes shall quell;
And crush them with repeated strokes,
As oft as they rebel.

And all my vows perform.

9 God of my strength, how long shall I, 6 I'll neither trust my bow nor sword,

When I in fight engage;

Like one forgotten, mourn;
Forlorn, forsaken, and expos'd
To my oppressor's scorn?

10 My heart is pierc'd, as with a sword,
While thus my foes upbraid:
Vain boaster, where is now thy God?
And where his promis'd aid?
11 Why restless, why cast down, my

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To them possession gave;

Nor strength, that from unequal force
Their fainting troops could save.
But thy right hand, and pow'rful arm,
Whose succour they implor'd;
Thy presence with the chosen race,
Who thy great name ador'd.
4 As thee their God our fathers own'd,
Thou art our sov'reign King;
O! therefore, as thou didst to them,
To us deliv'rance bring.

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7 But thee, who hast our foes subdu'd, And sham'd their spiteful rage.


To thee the triumph we ascribe,
From whom the conquest came:
In God we will rejoice all day,
And ever bless his name.


19 But thou hast cast us off; and now Most shamefully we yield;

For thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead
Cur armies to the field:

10 Since when, to ev'ry upstart foe
We turn our backs in fight;
And with our spoil their malice feast,
Who bear us ancient spite.
11 To slaughter doom'd, we fall, like

Into their butch'ring hands;
Or (what's more wretched yet) survive,
Dispers'd through heathen lands.
12 Thy people thou hast sold for

And set their price so low,
That not thy treasure, by the sale,
But their disgrace may grow.

13, 14 Reproach'd by all the nations 5 How sharp thy weapons are to them round, That dare thy pow'r despise!

Down, down they fall, while through

their heart

The heathen's by-word grown;
Whose scorn of us is both in speech
And mocking gestures shown.
15 Confusion strikes me blind; my


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17. On us this heap of woes is fall'n;
All this we have endur'd;

Yet have not, Lord, renounc'd thy name,
Or faith to thee abjur'd:

18 But in thy righteous paths have kept
Our hearts and steps with care;
19 Though thou hast broken all our

And we almost despair.

20 Could we, forgetting thy great name, On other gods rely,

21 And not the Searcher of all hearts The treach'rous crime descry?

22 Thou see'st what suff'rings, for thy sake,

We ev'ry day sustain;

All slaughter'd, or reserv'd like sheep
Appointed to be slain.

23 Awake, arise; let seeming sleep
No longer thee detain;

Nor let us, Lord, who sue to thee,
For ever sue in vain.

24 O! wherefore hidest thou thy face
From our afflicted state,
25 Whose souls and bodies sink to

3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty! prince;

And, clad in rich array,

With glorious ornaments of pow'r,
Majestic pomp display.

4 Ride on in state, and still protect
The meek, the just, and true;
Whilst thy right hand, with swift re-

venge, Does all thy foes pursue.

The feather'd arrow flies.

6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fix'd,
For ever to endure;

Thy sceptre's sway shall always last,
By righteous laws secure.

7 Because thy heart, by justice led,
Did upright ways approve,
And hated still the crooked paths,

Where wand'ring sinners rove;
Therefore did God, thy God, on thee

The oil of gladness shed;
And has, above thy fellows round,
Advanc'd thy lofty head.

8 With cassia, aloes, and myrrh,
Thy royal robes abound;

Which, from the stately wardrobe

Spread grateful odours round.
9 Among the honourable train
Did princely virgins wait;

The queen was plac'd at thy right hand,
In golden robes of state.

With grief's oppressive weight.
26 Arise, O Lord, and timely haste
To our deliv'rance make;
Redeem us, Lord;-if not for ours,
Yet for thy mercy's sake.

Shall humble presents make;
And all the wealthy nations sue
Thy favour to partake.

13 The King's fair Daughter's fairer

All inward graces fill;


THILE I the King's loud praise re- Her raiment is of purest gold,
Adorn'd with costly skill.
Indited by my heart,

My tongue is like the pen of him
That writes with ready art.
2 How matchless is thy form, O King!

Thy mouth with grace o'erflows;
Because fresh blessings God on thee
Eternally bestows.

10 But thou, O royal bride, give ear,
And to my words attend;

Forget thy native country now,
And ev'ry former friend.

11 So shall thy beauty charm the

Nor shall his love decay; For he has now beepme thy Lord; To him due rev'rence pay. 12 The Tyrian matrons, proud,

rich and

14 She in her nuptial garments dress'd,
With needles richly wrought,
Attended by her virgin train,

Shail to the King be brought.
15 With all the state of solemn joy
The triumph moves along;
Till, with wide gates, the royal court
Receives the pompous throng,
16 Thou, in thy royal Father's room,
Must princely sons expect;
Whom thou to diff'rent realms may's


To govern and protect;

17 Whilst this my song to future times
Transmits thy glorious name;
And makes the world, with one consent,
Thy lasting praise proclaim.

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10 According to thy sov'reign name, Thy praise through earth extends; Thy pow'rful arm, as justice guides, Chastises or defends.

11 Let Sion's mount with joy resound;
Her daughters all be taught
In songs his judgments to extol,
Who this deliv'rance wrought.
12 Compass her walls in solemn pomp;
Your eyes quite round her cast;
Count all her tow'rs, and see if there
You find one stone displac'd.
13 Her forts and palaces survey;
Observe their order well;
That, with assurance, to your heirs
His wonders you may tell.
14 This God is ours, and will be ours,
Whilst we in him confide;
Who, as he has preserv'd us now,
Till death will be our guide.


ET all the list'ning world attend, And my instruction hear; Let high and low, and rich and poor, With joint consent give ear.

3 My mouth, with sacred wisdom fill'd, Shall good advice impart; The sound result of prudent thoughts, Digested in my heart. 4 To parables of weighty sense I will my ear incline; Whilst to my tuneful harp I sing Dark words of deep design. 5 Why should my courage fail in times Of danger and of doubt,

When sinners, that would me supplant, 20 For man, how great soe'er his state,
Have compass'd me about?
Unless he's truly wise,
As like a sensual beast he lives,
So like a beast he dies.

6 Those men, that all their hope and

THE Lord hath spoke, the mighty God

Hath sent summons

From dawning light, till day declines: The listening earth his voice hath heard, And he from Sion hath appear'd,


In heaps of treasure place,
And boast in triumph, when they see
Their ill-got wealth increase,
7 Are yet unable from the grave
Their dearest friend to free;
Nor can, by force of bribes, reverse
Th' Almighty Lord's decree.
8, 9 Their vain endeavours they must

The price is held too high;
No sums can purchase such a grant,
That man should never die.

10 Not wisdom can the wise exempt,
Nor fools their folly save;
But both must perish, and in death
Their wealth to others leave.
11 For though they think their stately

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Where beauty in perfection shines. 3, 4 Our God shall come, and keep no


Misconstru'd silence, as before;

But wasting flames before him send: Around shall tempests fiercely rage, Whilst he does heav'n and earth engage

His just tribunal to attend. 5, 6 Assemble all my saints to me, (Thus runs the great divine decree)

That in my lasting cov'nant live, And off'rings bring with constant care. The heav'ns his justice shall declare;

For God himself shall sentence give. 7, 8 Attend, my people; Israel, hear; Thy strong accuser I'll appear;

Thy God, thy only God, am Ỉ:
Tis not of off'rings I complain,
Which, daily in my temple slain,

My sacred altar did supply.
9 Will this alone atonement make?
No bullock from thy stall I'll take,

Nor he-goat from thy fold accept: 10 The forest beasts, that range along, The cattle too, are all my own,

That on a thousand hills are kept. 11 I know the fowls, that build their nests

In craggy rocks; and savage beasts,
That loosely haunt the open fields:
12 If seiz'd with hunger I could be,
I need not seek relief from thee,

Since the world's mine, and all it

13 Think'st thou that I have any need On slaughter'd bulls and goats to feed,

To eat their flesh and drink their blood 14 The sacrifices I require,

Are hearts which love and zeal inspire,
And vows with strictest care made

15 In time of trouble call on me,
And I will set thee safe and free;

And thou returns of praise shalt make 16 But to the wicked thus saith God: How dar'st thou teach my laws abroad,

Or in thy mouth my cov'nant take? 17 For stubborn thou, confirm'd in sin, Hast proof against instruction been,

And of my word didst lightly speak: 18 When thou a subtle thief didst see, Thou gladly with him didst agree,

And with adult'rers didst partake.

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