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His children, like young olive plants, About his table spring. 4 Who fears the Lord shall prosper thus; Him Sion's God shal bless, 5 And grant him all his days to see Jerusalem's success. t; iie shall live on, till heirs from him Descend with vast increase; Much bless'd in his own prosp'rous state, And more in Israel's peace. PSALM GXXIX. 'Hiv ROM my youth up, may Israel say, They oft have me assail'd, 2 Reduced me oft to heavy straits, But never quite prevail'd. 3 They off have plough'd my patient back With surrows deep and long ; 4 But our just God has broke their chains, And rescued us from wrong. 5 Defeat, confusion, shameful rout Be still the doom of those, Their righteous doom, who Sion hate, And Sion's God oppose. 5 Like corn upon our houses' tops, Untimely let them fade, Which too much heat, and want of root, Ilas blastod in the blade: 7 Which in his arms no reaper takes, But unregarded leaves; No binder thinks it worth his pains To fold it into sheaves. 3 No traveller that passes by Vouchsafes a minute’s stop, To give it one kind look, or crave Hieaven's blessing on the crop.

CXXX. Fo lowest depths of woe - To God I sent my cry; 2 Lord, hear my supplicating voice, And graciously reply. 3 Shouldst thou severely judge, Who can the trial boar? 4 But thou forgiv'st, iest we despond, And quite renounce thy fear. 5 My soul with patience waits For thee, the living Lord ; My hopes are on thy promise built, Thy never-failing word. G My longing cycs look out For thy enlivening ray, More duly than the morning watch, To spy the dawning day. 7 Let Israel trust im God, No bounds his mercy knows; The plenteous source and spring from whence Eternal succour flows; 8 Whose friendly streams to us Supplies in want convey; A healing spring, a spring to cleanse, d wash our guilt away.

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5, 16. Her store, says he, I will increase, Her poor with plenty bless; Ier saints shall shout for joy, her priests My saving health confess. 7. There David's power shall long remain In his successive line, ind my anointed servant there Shall with fresh lustre shine. B The faces of his vanquish’d foes Confusion shall o'erspread; Whilst, with consirm’d success, his crown shall flourish on his head.

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Praise the Lord with one consent, And magnify his name; et ail the servants of the Lord His worthy praise proclaim. Praise him all ye that in his house Attend with constant care; With those that to his cutmost courts with humble zeal repair. For this our truest interest is, Glad bymus of praise to sing; ind with loud songs to bless his name, A most delightful thing. ofor God his own peculiar choice The sons of Jacob makes; and Israel's offspring for his own Most valued treasure takes. ‘That God is great, we often have By glad experience found; in riseen how he, with wondrous power, Above all gods is crown'd.

6 For he, with unresisted strength, Performs his sov’reign will, In heaven and earth, and watery stores That earth's deep caverns fill. 7 He raises vapours from the ground, Which, poiseu in liquid air, Fall down at last in showers, through which His dreadful lightnings glare. 8 He from his store-house brings the winds: And he, with vengeful hand, The first-born slew of man and beast, Through Egypt's mourning land. 9 He dreadful signs and wonders show’d Through stubborn Egypt’s coasts; Nor Pharaoh could his o escape, Nor all his muun’rous hosts. 10, 11 "Twas he that various nations smote, And mighty kings suppress'd; Sihon and Og, and all besides, Who Canaan's land possess'd. 12, 13 Their land upon his chosen race He firmly did entail; For which his same shall always last, His praise shall never fail. 14 For God shall soon his people's cause With pitying eyes survey; Repont him of his wrath, and turn His kindled rage away. 15 Those idols, whose false worship spreads O'er all the heathen lands, Are made of silver and of gold, The work of human hands. 16, 17 They move not their fictitious tongues, Nor see with polish’d eyes; Their counterfeitcd ears are deas, No breath their mouth supplies. 18. As senseless as themselves are they That all their skill apply To make them, or in dangerous times On thern for aid rely. 19 Their just returns of thanks to God Let grateful Israel pay; Nor let the priests of Aaron's race To bless the Lord delay. 20 Their sense of his unbounded love Let Levi's house express; And let all those who fear the Lord, His name for ever bless. 21 Let all with thanks his wondrous works In Sion's courts proclaim; Let them in Salem, where he dwells, Exalt his holy name. PSALM CXXXVI. O God the mighty Lord Your joyful §: repeat; To him due praise afford,

As good as he is great:

For God does prove Our constant friend, His boundless love shall never end. 2, 3 To him, whose wondrous power All other gods obey, Whom o kings adore, This grateful homage pay: For God, &c. ge pay 4, 5 By his Almighty hand Amazing works are wrought; The heavens by his command Were to perfection brought: For God, &c. 6 He spread the ocean round About the spacious land; And made the rising ground Above the waters stand: For God, &c. 7, 8, 9 Through heaven he did display His num’rous hosts of light; The sun to rule by day, The moon and stars by night: For God, &c. 10, 11, 12. He struck the first-born dead Of Egypt’s stubborn land; And thence his people led With his resistless hand: For God, &c. 13,14. By him the raging sea, As if in pieces rent, Disclosed a middle way, Through which his people went: For God, &c. 15. Where soon he overthrew Proud Pharaoh and his host, Who, daring to pursue Were in the billows For God, &c. 16, 17, 18. Through deserts vast and wild He led the chosen seed; And famous princes foil'd, And made great monarchs bleed: For God, &c. 19, 20 Sihon, whose potent hand Great Ammon's sceptre sway’d; And Og, whose stern command Rich Bashan’s land obey'd: For God, &c. 21, 22 And, of his wondrous grace, Their lands whom he destroy'd, He gave to Israel’s race, To be by them enjoy'd : For God, &c. 23, 24 He, in our depth of woes, On us with favour thought, And from our cruel foes In peace and safety brought: For God, &c. *33. He does the food supply, On which all creatures i.e. Tool, who reigns on high, Eternal praises gives

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For God will prove Our constant friend, His boundless love shall never end. PSALM CoxxxWII. HEN we, our weary limbs to o Sat down by proud Euphrates stream, We wept, with doleful o oppress, And Sion was our mournful theme, 2 our harps, that when with joy wo sung, Werewonttheir tuneful partstobo, With silent strings neglected hung On willow trees, that wither'd there 3 Meanwhile our foes, who allconspired To triumph in our slavish wrongs, Music and mirth of us required, * Come, sing us one of Sion's songs' 4 How shall we tune our voice tosing, Ortouch our harps with skilful hands? Shall hymns of joy to God, our king, Be sung by slaves in foreign lands: 5 O Salem, our once happy seat. When I of thee forgetful prove, Let then my trembling band forget The speaking strings witharttomore 6 If I to mention thee forbear, Eternal silence seize my tongue; Or if I sing one cheerful air, Till thy deliv'rance is my song. 7 Remember, Lord, how Edo race, In thy own city's fatal day, Cry’d out, ‘Her stately walls deface, *And with the ground quitelevellay' 8 Proud Babel’s daughter, doom'dtobe Of grief and woe the wretched prey; Blosso is the man who shall to thee The wrongs thou laidst on us repay. 9 Thrice bless'd, who with just rage possest, And deaf to all the parents' moans, Shall snatch thy infants from the breast, And dash their heads against thestone: PSALM Coxxxv III. Wr" my whole heart, my God and o Thy praise I will proclaim; Before the gods with joy I'll sing, And bless thy holy name. 2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat, And, with thy love inspired, The praises of thy truth repeat, O'er all thy works admired. 3 Thou graciously inclinedst thine ear, When I to thee did cry; And when my soul was press'd with fear, Didst inward strength supply. 4 Therefore shall every earthly prince Thy name with praise pursue, Whom these admired events convince That all thy works are true.


They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord, 15 Thine eyes my substance did survey,

With cheerful songs shall bless; nd all thy glorious acts record, Thy awful power confess.

For God, although enthromed on high,

Does thence the poor respect; he proud far off his scornful eye Beholds with just neglect.

Whilst yet a lifeless mass it lay,
In secret how exactly wrought,
Ere from its dark inclosure brought.
16 Thou didst the shapeless embryo see,
Its parts were register'd by thee;
Thou saw'st the daily growth they took,
Form'd by the model of thy book.

Though I with troubles aim oppress'd, 17 Let une acknowledge too, O God,

He shall my foes disarm,
elieve my soul when most distress'd,
And beep me safe from harm.
The Lord, whose mercies ever last,
Shall six my happy state;
ind mindsul of his favours past,
Shall his own work complete.

That since this maze of life strod,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
The power of mumbers to recount.
18 Far sooner could Ireckon o'er
The sands upon the ocean's shore;
Each mori, revising what I’ve done,
I find th’ account but new begun.
19 The wicked thou shalt slay, O God:

Titol, Lord, by strictest search hast Depart from me, ye men of blood

- known
My rising up and lying down;
My secret thoughts are known to thee,
Known long before conceived by me.
Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts and private ways;
Thou linow'st what 'tis my lips would
My yet unutter'd words’ intent.
Surrounded by thy power I stand;
)n every side I find thy hand:
i O skill, for human reach too high :
Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!
O could I so perfidious be,
To think of once deserting thee,
Where, Lord, could Ithy influence shun ?
}r whither from thy presence run ?
If up to heaven I take my flight,

20 Whose tongues heaven's Majesty
And take th' Almighty's name in vain.
21 Lord, hate .# their impious crew,
Who thee with enmity pursue? -
And does not grief my heart oppress,
When reprobates thy laws transgress
22 Who practise enmity to thee
Shall utmost hatred have from me;
Such men I utterly detest,
As if they were my foes profest.
23, 24 Search, try, O God, my thoughts.
and heart,
If mischief lurk in any part;
Correct me where I go astray,
And guide me in thy perfect way.


Tis there thou dweli'st, enthroned in RESERVE me, Lord, from crasty


f down to bell's infernal plains,
Tis there Almighty vengeance reigns.

If I the morning's wings could gain,
nd ily beyond the western main,
O Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
Jid there arrest thy fugitive.
1 Or, should I try to shun thy sight
eneath the sable wings of night;


Of treacherous intent;
2 And from the sons of violence,

On open mischief bent.
3 Their slandering tongue the serpent's


In sharpness does exceed;
Between their lips the gall of asps.

And adder's venom breed.

me glance from thee, one piercing ray, 4 Preserve me, Lord, from wicked hands,

Would kindle darkness into day.
2 The veil of might is no disguise,
so screen from thy all-searching eyes;

Nor leave my soul forlorn,
A prey to sons of violence,
Who have my ruin sworm.

hrough midnight shades thou find'st |5 The proud for me have laid their snare.

thy way,
s in the blazing moon of day.

And spread their wily met;
With traps and gins, where’er I move,

3 Thou know'st the texture of my! I find my steps beset.

sy reins, and every vital part;
ach single thread in nature's loom,
ly thee was cover'd in the womb.

6 But thus environ'd with distress,
Thou art my God, I said;

Lord, hear my supplicating voice,
That calls to thee for aid.

4 I'll praise thee, from whose hands II? O Lord, the God whose saving

work of such a curious frame:
he wonders thou in me hast shown,
sy soul with grateful joy must own.

Kind succour did convey,
And cover'd my advent’rous head
In battle's doubtful day;

8 Permit not their unjust designs To answer their desire; Lest they, eneouraged by success, To bolizr crimes a spire. 9 Let Forst their chicfs the sad effects Of their injustice mourn; The blast of their ove.nom'd breath Upoi; themselves return. 10 Let them woo kindle first the flame, Its so.or, ice become; The is tha: digg'd for me be made Their own untimely tomb. 11 Though slander's breath may raise a storm, It quickly will decay; Their rage does but the torrent swell, That bears themselves away. 12 God will assert the poor man's cause, And speedy succour give: The just shall celebrate his praise, And in his presence live.

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Othee, O Lord, my cries ascend, O haste to my relief; And with accustom'd pity hear The accents of my grief. 2 Instead of offerings, let my prayer Like morning incense rise; My lifted hand supply the place Of evening sacrifice. 3 From hasty language curb my tongue, And let a constant guard Still keep the portal of my lips With wary silence barr'd. 4 From wicked men's designs and deeds My heart and hands restrain; Nor let me in the booty share Of their umrighteous gain. 5 Let upright men reprove my faults, And I shall think them kind; Like balm that heals a wounded head, I their reproof shall find; And, in return, my servant prayer I shall for them address, When thay are tempted and reduced, Like me, to sore distress. 6 When skulking in Engedi's rock, I to their chief's appeal, If one reproachful word I spoke, When I had power to kiss. 7 Yet us they persecute to death; Our scatter'd ruins lie As thick as from the hewer's axe The sever'd splinters flv. 8 But, Lord, to thee I still direct My supplicating eyes; O leave not destitute my Soul, Whose trust on thee relies. 9 Po thou preserve me from the snares ohatwicked hands have said:

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Lo hear my prayer, and tomso Thy wonted audience lend; In thy accustom'd faith and truth A gracious answer send... 2 Nor at thy strict tribunal bring Thy servant to be try’d; For in thy sight no living man Cane'er be justified. 3 The spiteful soe pursues my list, Whose comforts all are fled; He drives me into caves as dark As mansions of the dead. 4 Myspirit therefore is o'erwhelm And sinks within my breast; My mournful heart grows desolato With heavy woes opprest. 5 I call to mind the days of old, And wonders thou hast wrought My former dangers and escapes | Employ my musing thought. 6 To thee my hands in humble I fervently stretch out; | My soul for thy refreshment third; like land oppress'd with drough 7 Hearme with speed; myspirits Thy face no longer hide, : Lest Ibecome forlorn, like them. . That in the grave reside. 8 Thy kindness early let me Whose trust on thee depe Teach me the way where Ish My soul to thee ascends.: 9 Do thou, O Lord, from all Preserve and set me freego

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A safe retreat against their | My soul implores from thee:

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