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And others, to his worship brought,
To hopes of like deliv'rance raise.
4 For blessings shall that man re-
ward,

Who on th' Almighty Lord relies;
Who treats the proud with disregard,

And hates the hypocrite's disguise.

Who can the wondrous works recount
Which thou, O God, for us hast
wrought?

The treasures of thy love surmount
The pow'r of numbers, speech, and
thought.

6 I've learnt that thou hast not desir'd
Offerings and sacrifice alone;
Nor blood of guiltless beasts requir'd
For man's transgression to atone.
7 I therefore come-come to fulfil
The oracles thy books impart;
8 Tis my delight to do thy will;
Thy law is written in my heart.
PART II.

9 In full assemblies I have told
Thy truth and righteousness at large,
Nor did, thou know'st, my lips with-

hold

From uttering what thou gav'st in charge:

10 Nor kept within my breast confin'd Thy faithfulness and saving grace; But preach'd thy love, for all design'd, That all might that, and truth, embrace

11 Then let those mercies I declar'd

To others, Lord, extend to me;
Thy loving-kindness my reward,
Thy truth my safe protection be.
12 For I with troubles am distress'd,
Too numberless for me to bear;
Nor less with loads of guilt oppress'd,
That plunge and sink me to despair.
As soon, alas! may I recount

The hairs of this afflicted head:
My vanquish'd courage they surmount,
And fill my drooping soul with dread.
PART III.

13 But, Lord, to my relief draw near,
For never was more pressing need;
In my deliv'rance, Lord, appear,

And add to that deliv'rance speed. 14 Confusion on their heads return,

Who to destroy my soul combine; Let them, defeated, blush and mourn, Ensnar'd in their own vile design. 15 Their doom let desolation be,

With shame their malice be repaid, Who mock'd my confidence in thee, And sport of my affliction made. 16 While those who humbly seek thy face,

To joyful triumph shall be rais'd; And all who prize thy saving grace, With me resound, The Lord be prais'd.

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.

H Relieves the poor

APPY the man whose tender cart 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

men

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.' 19 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 Go
From age to age be bless'd;
And all the people's glad applause
With loud Amens express'd.
PSALM XLII.

AS pants the hart for cooling stream

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

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For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
when shall I behold thy face,
Chou Majesty Divine?

fears are my constant food, while thus
nsulting foes upbraid;

Feluded wretch! where's now thy
God?

And where his promis'd aid?"

sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts hose happy days present, Loren I, with troops of pious friends, thy temple did frequent.

en I advanc'd with songs of praise,

ly solemn vows to pay,

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PSALM XLIV.

LORD, our fathers oft have told
In our attentive ears,

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

2 How thou, to plant them here, didst
drive

The heathen from this land,

Why restless, why cast down, my Dispeopled by repeated strokes

soul?

'rust God; who will employ

aid for thee, and change these sighs o thankful hymns of joy.

ly soul's cast down, O God! but thinks

n thee and Sion still;

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

and Mizar's humbler hill.

ne trouble calls another on, nd, gath'ring o'er my head,

Of thy avenging hand.

3 For not their courage, nor their
sword,

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;

Spouting down, till round my soul 0! therefore, as thou didst to them,

roaring sea is spread.

ut when thy presence, Lord of life,
las once dispell'd this storm,
thee I'll midnight anthems sing,
nd all my vows perform.

od of my strength, how long shall I,
ike one forgotten, mourn;
rlorn, forsaken, and expos'd
o my oppressor's scorn?

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

Hope still; and thou shalt sing
e praise of him who is thy God,
Thy bealth's eternal spring.

PSALM XLIII.

UST Judge of heav'n, against my foes
Do thou assert my injur'd right;
et me free, my God, from those
That in deceit and wrong delight.
Since thou art still my only stay,
Why leav'st thou me in deep distress?
hy go I mourning all the day,
Whilst me insulting foes oppress?
Let me with light and truth be
blest;

Be these my guides to lead the way,
1 on thy holy hill I rest,
And in thy sacred temple pray.

To us deliv'rance bring.

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

6 I'll neither trust my bow nor sword,
When I in fight engage;

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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.

PART II.

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

For thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead
Our 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
sheep,

Into their butch'ring hands;
Or (what's more wretched yet) survive,
Dispers'd through heathen lands.

12 Thy people thou hast sold for
slaves,

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

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In conscious shame I hide;

16 While we are scoff'd, and God blasphem'd,

By their licentious pride.
PART III.

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
strength,

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 earth

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.

PSALM XLV.

That dare thy pow'r despise! Down, down they fall, while through their heart

The feather'd arrow fies. 6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fir'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
brought,

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.

PART II.

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
King,

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

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

13 The King's fair Daughter's fairer

soul

All inward graces fill;

THILE I the King's loud praise re- Her raiment is of purest gold,

Whearse,

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.

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 revenge,

Does all thy foes pursue.

Adorn'd with costly skill.
14 She in her nuptial garments dress
With needles richly wrought,
Attended by her virgin train,

Shall 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 diffrent realms may's
send,

To govern and protect;
17 Whilst this my song to future tim
Transmits thy glorious name;
And makes the world, with one conse
Thy lasting praise proclaim.

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earth what desolation brought; How he has calm'd the jarring world: He broke the warlike spear and bow; th them their thund'ring chariot too nto devouring flames were hurl'd. Submit to God's Almighty sway; r him the heathen shall obey, And earth her Sov'reign Lord confess: The God of hosts conducts our arms, all tow'r of refuge in alarms, As to our fathers in distress.

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PSALM XLVII.

ALL ye people, clap your hands, And with triumphant voices sing; force the mighty Pow'r withstands f God, the universal King.

4 He shall opposing nations quell, And with success our battles fight; all fix the place where we must dwell, he pride of Jacob, his delight. God is gone up, our Lord and King, With shouts of joy, and trumpets' sound,

him repeated praises sing, And let the cheerful song rebound. Your utmost skill in praise be shown, or him who all the world commands, ho sits upon his righteous throne, And spreads his sway o'er heathen lands.

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o serve the God of Abr'am came, und him their constant sure defence: How great and glorious is his name! PLALM XLVIII.

THE Lord, the only God, is great,
And greatly to be prais'd
Sion, on whose happy mount,
His sacred throne is rais'd.

2 Her tow'rs, the joy of all the earth,
With beauteous prospect rise;
On her north side the Almighty King's
Imperial city lies.

3 God in her palaces is known;
His presence is her guard:

4 Confed'rate kings withdrew their siege,

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And of success despair'd.

They view'd her walls, admir'd, and fled,

With grief and terror struck;

Like women, whom the sudden pangs Of travail had o'ertook.

7 No wretched crew of mariners Appear like them forlorn,

When fleets from Tarshish' wealthy

coasts

By eastern winds are torn.
8 In Sion we have seen perform'd
A work that was foretold,
In pledge that God, for times to come,
flis city will uphold.

9 Not in our fortresses and walls
Did we, O God, confide;
But on the temple fix'd our hopes,
In which thou dost reside.
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 Iler 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.

PSALM XLIX.

ET all the list ning world attend,
And my instruction hear;

Let high and low, and rich and poor,
With joint consent give ear.
S 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,

6 Those men, that all their hope and As like a sensual beast he lives,

trust

In heaps of treasure place, And boast in triumph, when they see Their ill-got wealth increase, 7 Arc 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 quit;

The price is h ld 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

seats

Shall ne'er to ruin fall,

But their remembrance last in lands
Which by their names they call;
12 Yet shall their fame be soon forgot,
How great soe'er their state;
With beasts their memory, and they,
Shall share one common fate.

PART IL

13 How great their folly is, who thus
Absurd conclusions make!
And yet their children, unreclaim'd,
Repeat the gross mistake.

14 They all, like sheep to slaughter led,
The prey of death are made:
Their beauty, while the just rejoice,
Within the grave shall fade.

15 But God will yet redeem my soul;
And from the greedy grave
His greater pow'r shall set me free,
And to himself receive.

16 Then fear not thou, when worldly

men

In envy'd wealth abound;

Nor though their prosp'rous house in

crease,

With state and honour crown'd. 17 For when they're summon'd hence by death,

They leave all this behind;

No shadow of their former pomp

Within the grave they find: 18 And yet they thought their state was blest,

Caught in the flatt'rer's snare,
Who with their vanity comply'd,

And prais'd their worldly care.
19 In their forefather's steps they tread;
And when, like them, they die,
Their wretched ancestors and they
In endless darkness lie.

So like a beast he dies.

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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 I: '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 baunt 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

yields.

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

good.

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 cor'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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