No politics shall recommend 8 All those who wicked courses take, PSALM CII. 114 Her scatter'd ruins by thy saints They grieve to see her lofty spires 15, 16 The name and glory of the All heathen kings shall fear; WHEN I pour out my soul in prayer, 17, 18 When he regards the poor's re Do thou, O Lord, attend; To thy eternal throne of grace with the march cloudy pl ept his la 2 lient ser swer'd the 0 hide not thou thy glorious face In times of deep distress: Incline thine ear, and when I call, My sorrows soon redress. Each cloudy portion of my life, Like scatter'd smoke expires; dexample My shrivell'd bones are like a hearth Parch'd with continual fires. worshipale eople for this se who rat our God who only bars should be a 4 My heart, like grass that feels the Of some infectious wind, quest, 20 He listen'd to the captives' moans, The wretches doom'd to die. 21 That they in Sion, where he dwells, Does languish so with grief, that scarce And through the holy city sing 5 By reason of my sad estate I spend my breath in groans; g before My flesh is worn away, my skin d that best Scarce hides my starting bones. hom both 6 I'm like a pelican become, That does in deserts mourn; he choost Or like an owl, that sits all day that he d On barren trees forlorn. en hister In watchings, or in restless dreams, his court The night by me is spent, ur graAs by those solitary birds, he Lord All day by railing foes I'm made is name That lonesome roofs frequent. The subject of their scorn; is for evers ich al Who all, possess'd with furious rage, ages shal Have my destruction sworn. PSAL When grov'ling on the ground I lie, s never Oppress'd with grief and fears, Tasty bread is strew'd with ashes o'er, y both to rd, address My drink is mix'd with tears. O Because on me with double weight thous Thy heavy wrath doth lie; For thou, to make my fall more great, Are like an evening shade; avrites of has t disca anderers doon't oks IVE heart d I'd fr Y.COM tice st prés 2 But thy eternal state, O Lord, No length of time shall waste; their he memory of thy wondrous works From age to age shall last. or now her time is come, thy own Loud praises to his name: 22 When all the tribes assembling there, The Lord their God confess.. 24 Lord, end not thou my life, said I, 25 The strong foundations of the earth Thy hands the beauteous arch of heaven And, like a garment often worn, Like that, when thou ordain'st their To thy command they bend; 28 Thou to the children of thy saints 5 en's and pala earth on le face vi vadest read e up by ted to PART III. 16 The trees of God, without the care The wanderers of the air may rest; Protects the stork, her pious guest. Whose cells in labyrinths extend, Where feebler creatures refuge take. His hour to rise and disappear. When forest beasts securely stray; Till summon'd by the rising morn, secon PARTY ence in st recovent For which thy wisdom we adore! 25 But still the vast unfathom'd main, Thou mad'st, has compass there to play. And have their daily alms from thee. Thou tak'st their breath, all nature's race Forthwith to mother earth return. 30 Again thou send'st thy spirit forth T' inspire the mass with vital seed; Nature's restor'd, and parent earth Smiles on her new-created breed. 131 Thus through successive ages stands Firm fix'd thy providential care; Pleased with the work of thy own hands, Thou dost the waste of time repair. 32 One look of thine, one wrathful look, Earth's panting breast with terror fills; One touch from thee, with clouds of smoke In darkness shrouds the proudest hills. 33 In praising God, while he prolongs My breath, I will that breath employ; 34 And join devotion to my songs, Sincere, as in him is my joy. 35 While sinners from earth's face are hurl'd, My soul, praise thou his holy name, Render thanks, and bless the Lord; Acquaint the nations with his deeds, 3 Rejoice in his Almighty name, And let their hearts o'erflow with joy 4 Seek ye the Lord, his saving strength And, where he's ever present, seek 5 The wonders that his hands have Keep thankfully in mind; 6 Know ye, his servant Abraham's seed, 7 He's still our God, his judgments still Which yet for thousand ages more |