&>«,'.$£• ■ dB mSBEk % LIBEAEY , 8F THE Theological Seminary PRINCETON, N. J. Case *^^-^.0 Division «* ^3? Section..'...'. Book A DONATIO N d2~.PM< fL^J^m "itctimo ftm(*~7* \ \v.»a i To His EXCELLENCY HORATIO SHARPE, E% Governor of the Province of MARYLAND, AND To the HONOURABLE James Hamilton, Efq; Late Governor of the Province of PENNSYLVANIA, This New VERSION of the PSALMS of DAVID, is, with all Humility and grate- ful Acknowledgment, 'dedicated, B Y Their moji obliged, Humble Servant, ^Thomas CradocL r-T*HE Author of the following VERSION owns himfelf under the higheft Obligation to his kind and generous Subfcri- hers ; and mo ^ejily hopes % that, if they cannot applaud, they will, at leaf, excufe his Prejumption, in attempting fo laid and difficult a Work. He is Jorry, that he could not comply with his Propofals as to the Time ; but he was twice difappointed of his Paper, and then thought it mojl expedient to wait a little longer for the Advantage cf new Types. SUBSCRIBERS. HIS Excellency HORATIO SHARPE, Efq; Governor of Maryland. f The Honourable JAMES HAMILTON, Efq; late Governor of Pennjyl, j£\ In thee from ill a fure relief I find ; Oft in my fad diftrefs, thou'ft giv'n releafe ; Again my foul implores her wonted peace j Benign, O liften to thy fervant's pray'r ; £. Have mercy on me, Lord, in pity fpare. 2 Ye haplefs fons of men, what frenzy fways ? How long 'gainfl me your calumnies you'll raife ? How long indulge your vile malignant fpite ? How long in killing flanders take delight ? 10 3 To your confufion know, the Godhead loves The man, who by his works his duty proves ; Nor, when in humble guife I to him plain, Shall his obedient fervant plead in vain. 4 Stand then, ye v/retches, of his pow'r in awe ; 1 5 Nor fin prefumptuous 'gainft his facred law ; Reflect your actions in the filent night Your hearts will own you guilty in his fight, 6 The heedlefs many in vain riches truft, And hope, their pray'rs for opulence, are juft : 20 But I more happy, if thy light divine On my glad foul in it's full radiance mine ; B 2 More 4 P S A L M v. 7 More happy, thou, my only joy and hope, Than when the nectar fparkles in my cup ; Than when with corn my granaries abound, 25 And loaded olives croud the fertile ground. 8 Yes, my good God, I'll lay me down in peace j I'll fleep, devoid of care, fecure of eafe ; Thou, only thou, canft diflipate my grief, From foes give fafety, and from pairr relief. 30 PSALM V. I ALL-POW'RFUL Lord, thy fuppliant fervant hear ; m\ Thou art my God ; to thee I fly in pray'r ; Thou art my King ; thou in my heart doll reign ; Ah ! not thy Davids humble fuit difdain. 3 At early dawn my faithful voice I'll raife ; 5 At early dawn I'll fupplicate thy grace. 4 No pleafure tak'lt thou in impiety, Nor wilt thou fuffer fin to dwell with thee. 5 The fool, that hears not thy commands with awe j The foul deprav'd, that deviates from thy law, I o The impious tongue, that deals in fraudful lies ; The hand, it's maker's image that deftroys, Are hateful to thee all, and foon fhall know The direful pains thy vengeance dooms them to. 7 But on thy mercy fhall my foul rely ; 1 5 When I with rev'rence to thy temple fly, When at thy altar I devoutly kneel, Bleft with thy light, what awful joy I feel ? 8 Direcl: me, O my God, the fnares t' evade, Which my relentlefs enemies have laid, 20 9 Deceit and wrong their boaft, fair truth their fcorn, Their villain- hearts with horrid mifchiefs burn, More black their throats than the remorfelefs grave, And with their tongues they flatter, to deceive. 10 Do thou, O God, the impious race deftroy ; 25 Thro' their own wild devices let them die ; 'Gainft thee they dare rebel ; aflert thy powY, And bear their vile atrocious crimes no more. 1 1 But let all they, that trull in thee, rejoice, And tune in hymns of gratitude their voice ; 30 In thee the greater! happinefs they prove, Thy will their law, thy glorious name their love. 1 2 For to thy will who bear a juft regard, Shall from thy bounty meet a full reward ; Them, T S A L M vi, vii. 5 Them, who to thy commands due rev'rence have, 35 Thy gracious goodnefs, as a fhield, mall fave. PSALM VI. 1 T|T 7 H I L E lafts thy dread refentment ! Lord, forbear ; VV Difpleas'd, thy chaftifements are too fevere. 2 Have mercy, Lord a languid weaknefs reigns j Heal my diftemper'd bones, and eafe my pains. 3 Inceffant ills my anguifh'd foul diftrefs ; 5 How long wilt thou delay, till thou redrefs ? 4 Still I'll implore thee turn, dread father, turn, Nor let thy mercy leave me thus forlorn. 5 In death of thee we no remembrance have, And who can praife thee in the fdent grave ? IO 6 Heaves my fad breaft the live-long night with fighs ; SufFas'd with conftant ftreams my fleeplefs eyes ; My bed I water with the briny flood ; Swims my wet couch with tears, O pitying God ; 7 No more with florid Health my vifage glows ; 1 £ The lilly now looks pale, where blulh'd the rofe -, My fight's impair'd, my body wears away, While cruel foes hafte on the fwift decay ! 8 Far hence, ye impious crouds ; the Lord hath heard My earneft pray'r, my anguifh'd foul he 'as chear'd ; 20 9 My earneft pray'r I've not preferr'd in vain; My earneft pray'r my God will not difdain. 10 Confufion fhall be theirs, that vex my foul; Their caufelefs enmity fhall meet controul ; With fudden terror feiz'd, lo f back they turn, 25 No more I'm harraft, and no more I mourn. PSALM VII. 1 /"X LORD my God, whom my defence I've made, \^y When perfecuting foes my life invade, ''Gainft their infidious fchemes that life defend, And in the threat'ning danger ftand my friend. 2 For like the favage monarch of the wood, 5 Whofe fport is flaughter, and whofe thirft is blood, If thou not aidft me with thy faving pow'r, Their cruel jaws thy fervant will devour. 3 And yet, O Lord, if I've th' offender been, If I've not kept my hands from rapine clean ; 10 if, PSALM VIII. 4 If, when my friend my int'reft has purfued, I've paid his friendship with ingratitude ; (But fure a nobler way I always chofe, And oft from ruin have redeem'd my foes) 5 'Gainft me let my fierce enemy fucceed, 1 5 Down in the earth my mangled carcafe tread, Be on the vile ingrate, feverely juft, And lay my tarnim'd honours in the duft. 6 But thou, O Lord, in thy dread anger rife ; O not my humble, ardent fuit, defpife ; 20 In all thy awful majefty array'd, Call forth thy vengeance to thy fervant's aid. 7 So mall the people tremble at thy pow'r, And thee their king, and thee their God, adore. 8 O thou, the fov'reign judge of all mankind, 25 Let me, as I am guiltlefs, mercy find, Let my integrity thy pity move ; 9 While my remorfelefs foes thy juftice prove ; Thou trieft the reins, the heart thy fearching eye The foul's moft fecret purpofe can defcry. 3© 1 o But why their bitter enmity I fear, When fafely guarded by th' almighty's care ; That gracious being that defends the good, And pours deftruttion on the impious proud ? 12 If ftill perverfely they refill his word, 35 Lo ! the all -high draws his avenging fword \ See ! his bow ready bent, his arrows fly ; The wounded finners feel his wrath, and die. 14 Such the refult of wickednefs like theirs ! With fin they travail, and they bring forth tears ; 4* Big with delufive hopes of mighty gains, Death's the reward of their accurfed pains. 15 For me they made a pit in vain they made; To the fame pit they are themfelves betray'd ; 1 6 On their own heads their threat'ned mifchiefs fall ; 45 In their own fnares involv'd, they perifh all. 17 Therefore to heav'n's high Lord, in fongs of praife, Freed from their toils, my tuneful voice I'll raife ; The juft, the righteous God I'll, grateful, fing, And ever hymn the univerfal king. 50 A PSALM VIII. READ Jehovah ! glorious is thy name ; According worlds it's excellence proclaim ; The P 5 A L M IX* The glitt'ring regions of the fpangled Iky Declare thy greatnefs and thy majefty. 2 How vaft thy kindnefs to the fons of men, 5 E'en in our helplefs infancy is feen ; If fuch o'er fuckiings thy paternal care, The wicked fure their blafphemies may fpare. 3 But when thy wond'rous works above I fpy, The glorious canopy that hangs on high, i o Rejoicing in his ftrength, the radiant fun, With her attendant orbs, the glimm'ring moon ; 4 Who can the depth of all thy goodnefs fcan, Thy free, thy vaft benificence to man ? That we, mere things of earth, thy care can boaft, 1 5 In joy, in rapt'rous wonder, I am loft. 5 With glory crown'd, ours is the fecond place To the high order of th' angelic race ; 6 Lord of this lower world, a wide domain, O'er all the creatures of thy hand we reign ; 20 7 The lowing herds, the bleating flocks obey, And all the beafts that in the woodlands ftray ; 8 Ours are the wing'd inhabitants above ; The tribes are ours that in old ocean rove : 9 O dread Jehovah, glorious is thy name : 25 According worlds it's excellence proclaim. PSALM IX. 1 TT7ITH heart fincere, thy praife, O Lord, Filling; V V Thy wond'rous works extol, my God, my king : 2 By thee fupported, I'll in thee rejoice ; Thy name, thy praife, thy pow'r, mall fill my voice.. 3 Elate in vain, my vanquim'd foes are fled , 5 They periih ; lo ! thy prefence ftrikes them dead : 4 For thou my righteous caufe haft made thy when thy wif4om wills, ihalt give them reft. Thee 8 P S A L M x. i o Thee her fupport the anguifh'd foul fhall make, AfTur'd, thy fervants thou wilt ne'er forfake. 20 ! i Ye fons of Sion, his high name extol ; Shout forth his praifes to the nations all ; 1 2 Not unreveng'd he lets the guiltlefs die, And, when the humble plains, he hears his cry. 13 O gracious God, whom my defence I found, 25 When impious foes breath'd forth deftrudlion round, Preferve me ftill, that I in grateful lays, 'Midft Salem's joyous throngs, may hymn thy praife. 1 5 Fall'n in the pit, for others they prepare, Entangled in their toils, the heathen are : 30 16 O wond'rous juftice of a righteous God ! From their own wily acls their ruin ftow'd. 1 7 Thus their own fchemes their own deftruction prove ; Thus perifh they, who not their Maker love, 18 But all, who humbly on their God rely, 35 Want not his aid, when in diftrefs they cry. 19 Yes, Lord, arife let not vain man prevail ; Convince them, that thy truth will never fail ; 20 Make them thy fov'reign pow'r, thy juftice own ; That they're but men, that thou art God alone. 40 PSALM X. 1 /~V GRACIOUS God, why ftandeft thou afar ? \J Why not thy poor afflicled fervant hear ? 2 The impious aiheiji perfecutes the juft ; His own infidious arts he makes his truft : Shall he his vile infidious arts enjoy, 5 And wilt not thou the villain brood deftroy ? 3 See, how he glories in his wild defires, And loves the man whom vain ambition fires : 4 Rig with his hopes, with high prefumption fraught, Thee he denies, thou art not in his thought ! 10 5 Secure in fancied happinefs he lives ; To thy dread vengeance bold defiance gives ; With haughty fcorn looks wrathful on his foes, And madly bids them all his fchemes oppole. 6 " Your efforts all, (he proudly cries) are vain; 15 " To life's laft: verge my pow'r I will maintain, " No care, no anguifh, mail corrode my breaft ; " No pain, no ficknefs, fhall deftroy my reft ; " In all the bleffings of this earth I'll flow, " And brave the higheft vengeance of the foe.'' 20 From P S A L M x. 9 j From his vile mouth continual curfes fly; He fmiles at perjury, adores a lie, Thinks it his higheft honour, to deceive, And is in rapture, when the righteous grieve. 8 In the dark corners of the ftreet he lies, 25 With wond'rous ikill prepares his treacheries, T' entrap the good, he fpends the live-long night ; The good, the conftant objects of his fpite. 9 As fkulks the lion in his den, and waits, Till in his jaws fome heedlefs beaft he gets ; 30 So crouches he, fo lurks in ambufcade, The blood of helplefs innocence to fhed ; With what malignant joy the traitor fmiles, When once they're hamper' d in his wily toils ? 11 All tmVhe does, and blafphemoufly proud, 35 That thou regard'ft him not, exults aloud ; Boafts, thou his impious projects wilt not fee ; That right and 'wrong are all the fame to thee. 1 2 Arife, O God, lift thy avenging hand, Nor let the poor in vain thy aid demand, 40 1 3 Why fhou'd the wicked thus thy wrath defpife ? Thou careft not for man, prophane he cries. 1 4 Sure thou haft heard his boaft, and feen his rage ; The good man's caufe thy juftice will engage ; To thee the humble plead for fwift redrefs ; 45 Implore thy mercy in their deep diftrefs ; Own thy omnipotence, thy right divine, And that to punilh wickednefs is thine. 1 5 Break then his arm, O Lord, confound his pow'r ; Deftroy his fchemes, that he may rage no more ; 50 Make all his vile imaginations vain, Nor let his crimes difturb our peace again. 1 6 Then fhalt thou have o'er all eternal fway ; With humble awe thy people fhall obey ; The madnefs of the heathen then fhall ceafe, And all thy righteous fervants dwell in peace. 17 Thus of the injur'd poor, the pious pray'r, All-clement God, thou condefcend'll to hear ; To thee they weep, to thee they cry, amain, Nor are their pious pray'rs addreft in vain : 69 18 That of th' affli&ed thou affert the right Againft th' injuftice of the man of might ; That he, abas'd his pride, controul'd his pow'r^ May be the fcourge of innocence no more. C PSALM 55 io PSALM xi. P S A L M XL i TON the Lord with confidence rely ; X (Sure is the aid of the divinity). Why then d'ye bid my foul diftruft his pow'r, And a vain refuge in the hills explore ; Like tim'rous birds, whofe flight betrays their fear, c Who fwiftly fkim the ikies, when danger's near ? 2 For lo ! th' ungodly bend their hoftile bow ; Their arrows ready on the firing they fhew ; With private fpite they at the righteous aim, The man, whofe confcious heart is free from blame. i o 3 But thou'lt, almighty Lord, their fury flay ; The righteous thou'lt protect, who thee obey ; Thou wilt their helplefs innocence defend ; The bow with fruitlefs aim th' ungodly bend. 4 Thou in thy hallow'd temple fit'ft on high ; 15 High in thy heav'ns, enthron'd in majefty, Full in thy view the fcatter'd nations are ; Howe'er difpers'd, they all employ thy care. 5 Thine eye the actions of the good man views, The bad thro' all his mazy crimes purfues ; 20 The good are conftant objects of thy love ; The bad thy bitt'reft indignation prove. 6 Thou on the bad doft dire deftruction pour, Hear ! the black tempefts all around them roar, Hark ! the loud thunder rattles o'er their heads ; 25 Lo ! it's fwift fires the fulph'rous lightning fheds. 7 But, juft thyfelf, thou call'fl: the juft man thine, And bidfc thy mercy on the upright fhine. PSALM XII. 1 S~>k LORD, afiift ; for faith, for honour's flown ; \.Jr Our Earth they've left, and fure to Heav'n are gone : 2 Now each man to delude his neighbour tries ; Their tongues are tipt with flatteries and lies. 3 But the proud tongue, that fpeaks a haughty lie, 5 The falfc, the flattering lip, wilt thou deftroy : 4 Who fearlefs fay ; " Our lips are fure our own ; " Be by our perjur'd tongues our courage known ; " Our villain -fchemes undaunted we'll maintain ; " And who our tongues mail curb, our lips fhall rein ?" 10 5 But thou fhalt hear th' afflicled's earned figh? ; Thou in behalf of innocence fhalt rife ; ' Shalt PSALM xin, xiv. ii Shalt free their fouls from each iniidious fnare, And heal their forrows with a father's care. 6 For in thy word,, O Lord, we reft fecure, i - Thy word, than pureft filver far more pure ; Than lilver {tv^n times by the fire refin'd, It's drofs exhal'd, and fcatter'd by the wind. 7 Yes ; what thy honour fpeaks, wilt thou maintain ; Their righteous fouls in all their griefs fuftain ; 20 From this degen'rate race wilt fet them free, And blefs them with their native liberty. 8 " But when unjuft and impious men bear fway, " Then vice exults, and walks in open day." PSALM XIII. 1 TJ O W long wilt thou my troubled foul neglect, jfx Nor to my fervent pray'r have due refpect ? How long, my God, thy prefence fliii conceal, While I unutterable anguifh feel ? How long thus bootlefs mall I yet complain, 5 While fneer my cruel foes, and mock my pain ? 3 O hear, while I thy ftrength'ning light implore ; \ O hear, or foon thy fervant is no more ; Death foon on all my glories cafts a made, . And foon fhall I be number'd with the dead. 10 4 Then will my foes triumphant raife their voice, ■ And with their wonted infolence rejoice. 5 But ftill I'll place my confidence in thee ; My only joy, thy faving hand fhall be ; 6 By thy bleft goodnefs rais'd, thy praife I'll iing, 15 And hymn thy glorious name, eternal king. PSALM XIT. 1 r a ^ H E impious atheiji, in his folly proud, I At one all-powerful being laughs aloud. Corrupt they're all ; from virtue's path they turn, And in the quenchlefs fires of lull they burn ; Their mocking crimes, their curft impieties, 5 Demand tremendous vengeance from the Ikies. 2 Th' All-high looks down from his etherial throne, To fee, if man his fov'reign pow'r will own ; If yet the fons of earth accept his fvvay, His name revere, and his dread will obey. 10 C 2 Ah 12 PSALM xv, xvi. 3 Ah no f not one they 'gainft their God confpire, Purfue the dictates of each wild defire, In filthy fcenes their precious hours employ, And make their fhocking crimes their horrid joy. 4 Does then rank frenzy o'er the wicked reign, 15 That they fuch hideous blafphemy maintain, That they my people, as their prey, devour, And, obftinate, rejecl almighty pow'r ? 5 But Hill their wretched hearts fhall make with fear, For, where the righteous are, God's always near, 20 The refuge of the juft he'll conftant prove ; The humble foul is fure to have his love ; 6 And, while, ye wicked, you her hopes deride, Falls direful vengeance on your impious pride. 7 From Sun's hill, O that the Lord wou'd fend 25 His fpeedy aid, and Jacob's fons defend ; Wou'd his own people from their bondage free, And give them back their long'd-for liberty ; Then fhou'd the race of Ifrael fhout for joy, And their glad tongues in grateful hymns employ. 30 PSALM XV. 1 TT7HO in thy glorious temple, Lord, fhall dwell, VV And who fhall reft upon thy holy hill ? 2 E'en he, who holds fimplicity of heart. And from thy righteous judgments dreads to part; Whofe faithful tongue, indignant of a lie, 5 Wounds not his neighbour's peace with calumny ; Whofe thoughts no mifchief 'gainft a foe intend ; Who vents no killing flander 'gainft a friend : 4 Who fhuns the wicked, and detefts their ways ; But, honours him, that heav'ns high will obeys ; 10 Who'll to the indigent his help afford, And lofe his int'reft, ere he'll break his word. 5 Who with a modeft income is content, Nor takes reward againft the innocent ; By acls like thefe, who can his duty prove, 1 5 Shall live for ever with his God above. P PSALM XT1. RESERVE me, Lord on thy bleft pow'r relies My fervent foul, and to thy goodnefs flies. Yet F S A L M xvii. 13 Yet not to thee my faithful works extend; Weak tho' I am, an aiding hand I'll lend To thofe dear faints, in virtue that excel, r Their hope, their joy, their pride, with thee to dwell. 4 But haplefs they, who not in thee will trull, And think their hopes in fancied gods are juft ! Their bloody facrifices I'll difdain, Nor mall their impious names my lips profane. I o 5 No ; rather in thy pow'r fecure I'll Hand ; Receive my lot, my portion, from thy hand : 6 O bleffed lot ! O heavenly retreat ! In fields of faireft flow'rs is fix'd my feat ; Plac'd as I am therein by hands divine, 1 5 A fcene of endlefs happinefs is mine. 7 Therefore my foul with gratitude o'erflows ; By thee infpir'd, with heav'nly ardour glows ; 8 I feel the prefent God, that guards my fteps ; My high-enraptur'd heart within me leaps ; 20 My infirm body trembles with the joy, And my whole fyftem proves the ecftafy. I o For from the gloomy horrors of the grave, Thy holy, thy anointed one, thou'lt fave ; From dreary darknefs thou his foul wilt free, 25 Nor mall thy chofen vile corruption fee : I I The blifsful paths of life thou'lt to him mew, Where in thy prefence joys for ever flow ; Where in full ftreams immortal pleafures roll, From thy right-hand, to fill the ravifh'd foul. 30 PSALM XVII. 1 T"\ O thou, juft God, a juft man's pray'r attend ; 1 3 O liften to the cry that comes unfeign'd ; 2 At thy tribunal David afks redrefs, With pitying eye behold his fad diftrefs. 3 Oft haft thou prov'd me in the filent night, £ And found the purpofe of my heart was right ; Oft view'd my fecret foul, and found, in nought My tongue e'ar difFer'd from my inmoft thought. 4 Thy word my rule, and govern'd by thy fear ; I from the works of impious men kept clear. 1 o 5 O ftill preferve me in the path I've trod ; O let me firmly tread, all-gracious God. 6 Thee have I oft invok'd, for thou wilt hear ; Lift, while I plead ; incline thy gracious ear : Shew 14 f S A L M xviii. • 7 Shew me thy mercy, thou, whofe potent arm 15 Defends the foul, that trufts in thee, from harm. 8 Thy wings protectful o'er my fteps extend ; Me, as the apple of the eye, defend 9 From that abandon'd crew, my peace that wound ; From thofe my foes, that compafs me around ; 20 I o Who, with their wealth elate, forget their God, And in their guilt are infolently proud. I I In ev'ry fecret place they lay the fnare ; And 'gainfl my life their wily fchemes prepare : 12 Like to the lion, that expects his prey, 25 Or like his whelp, they keep my foul at bay. 13 Arife, O Lord ; confound their villainy ; From their deftruclive toils thy fervant free ; 1 4 Thy fword they are ; thy wifdom lets them reign ; Thou giv'lt them here a wide, a large domain, 30 In wealth they flow, and, when they breathe no more, Their num'rous fons poffefs their mining iiore. 15 For me, by innocence of heart I'll ffrive Still in thy favour, in thy light, to live ; Enough, O gracious God, enough for me 35 To view in bliis thy glorious majeny. PSALM XVIIL 1 f*\ SOV 1 REIGN Lord, whom my fupport I prove, \^J? Be thou the conftant object of my love. 2 My rock of fafety thou, my ltrong defence, The God, the guardian of my innocence, My hope, my folace," in my fore diftrefs, 5 My fhield, my .buckler, when my foes opprefs. 3 Thee I'll invoke ; for worthy thou of praife, Thou in her griefs my drooping foul didft raife ; 4 Hemm'd in with dangers, in diftrefs I lay, Death with his direful fnares befet my way ; 1 o Down to the dreary fhades, the fields below, Caught in his fatal toils, I fear'd to go ; 6 When to my God in confidence I pray'd, Preferr'd my fad complaint, implor'd his aid. 7 Nor were my fad complaints in vain preferr'd -, 15 Soon on his awful throne my voice he heard ; Lo ! trembles earth at the vindictive God ; Th' affrighted hills from their foundations nod ; 8 From his dread noftrils clouds of fmoke arife j From out his mouth a fire confuming flies ; 20 He PSALM xvm; i 5 9 He bows the Heav'ns ; he leaves his awful feat ; He comes ; thick mifty vapours cloath his feet : 10 " On flaming Cherubs royally he rode ; " On wings of winds came flying all abroad j" 1 1 Tremendous darknefs his dread prefence fhrouds ; Surround him waters, and involve him clouds : 25 1 2 From his bright eyes burft forth a radiant light, That drives the darknefs, and difpels the night ; Then falls of rattling hail a dreadful fhow'r, And flakes of fire their glaring volumes pour. 30 1 3 But when the Lord his awful filence broke ; High heav'n with all it's deep artillery fnook; Earth was aftonifh'd at the pouring flood, And with his rapid lightnings aether glow'd. 14 Thro' the vail void his flaming arrows fly, 35 And flafh on flafh redoubles, to deflroy : 15 The gaping Earth her fecret fources fhews, Whence fprings the fountain, when the riv'let flows ; And, fo great terror at his wrath me feels, Trembling, her own foundations me reveals. 40 16 He from above reach'd forth his aiding hand ; Me, finking in the waters, he fuftain'd ; 1 7 Repuls'd the madnefs of my mighty foes, Their wiles eluded, and difpers'd my woes ; 1 8 And, when with all their malice they aiTaii'd, 45 Vain were their fchemes 1 in my God prevaiPd. 1 9 Me did he reinftate in liberty, And, 'caufe he lov'd his fervant, fet him free. 20 For well my honeft humble heart he inew, And deem'd the favours he befcow'd, my due : 50 2 1 That in his righteous ways I conftant trod, - Nor with the wicked wou'd forfake my God ; 22 His ftatutes long with reverence obey'd, And never from his dread behefls had ftray'd ; 23 Had kept my foul from fraud, from falfnood free, r- Had loatlfd the paths of guilt, of infamy : 24 Therefore my life with juflice he regards, And with a bounteous hand my truth rewards ; Therefore his favour and his love he fhew'd, And bleffings namelefs, numberlefs, beftov/d. 60 25 For who with thee conforms in heart and mind, * Thee with the holy iliall they holy find, That to- the perfeft thou wilt perfect- be, 26 And the juil man mall jufdce have from thee : But i6 PSALM xviii. But that the froward fouls, who wilful deal 6c In wily fchemes, fhall thy refentment feel. 27 For, when in mifery the humble grieve, Thy pow'rful hand is ready to relieve, And, when with haughty fcorn the wicked glow, Thou'lt check their high difdain, and bring them low 70 28 Me in adverfity thou'ft oft fuftain'd, My lamp haft lighted, when the darknefs reign'd. 29 My leader thou, tho' armed hofts afTail, I'll break thro' all, and in thy pow'r prevail : Sure of Succefs, on their full ranks I'll fall, 75 And fcale the higheft turret of the wall. 30 For, when the righteous, in thy caufe unite, Thy word is promis'd to defend the right ; Thy word, far purer than the pureft gold, Clofe, as a buckler, to my breaft I'll hold ; 80 With firmeft hope I'll on thy word rely, Spring on the foe, and fnatch the victory : 3 1 For who is Lord, or who is God, but thee ? Who elfe has pow'r, has might, has majefty ? 32 Thou giv'ft me ftrength againft the foe, O God ; $5 To heav'nly wifdom pomteft out the road ; 33 Thou giv'ft me, fwifter than the hart to fly, And far from danger placeft me on high : 34 InftrucYft my hand, the ufe of arms to know, To dart the jav'lin, and to wield the bow. 90 3 5 My rock of fafety thou, my pow'rful might ; Thy ftrong right-hand protects me in the fight ; 36 Thou clear'ft my road thro' the impervious way; My tott'ring Feet, where fnares entrap, doft ftay ; 37 Doft to my foul true fortitude impart ; 95 Soon feel my fainting foes the deadly dart ; 38 Soon at my feet my mercy they implore, Sink with their wounds, and fall, to rife no more. 39 Thro' all my limbs new ftrength doft thou infufe ; My ardent foul the gen'rous chace purfues'; 100 40 I'm all on fire ; my foes I foon deftroy ; Difmay'd, dejected, from my arms they fly ; 41 They call for fuccour, but no fuccour's near ; To thee they call, hut thou difdain'ft to hear ; 42 Swift, I purfue, and follow clofe behind ; 1 05 Swift they difperfe, like duft before the wind ; And, like the filthy rubbifh of the ftreet, J fpurn their bodies with triumphant feet. Thus PSALM xix. x 7 43 Thus from their hoftile rage thou fet'ft me free, And crown'ft me with imperial dignity ; no E'en o'er the heathen giv'ft unbounded fway, And bidll the diftant realms my rule obey ; 44 The diftant realms fubmiflive own my right, 45 Diftruft their caftles, and decline the fight. 46 Praife, might and majefty to thee, O Lord ; 115 Thou didft thy pow'rful help to me afford ; 47 Didft 'gainft my foes my injur 'd caufe maintain, And gav'ft me o'er thy favour'd tribes to reign ; 48 Thou bidft the tumults of the wicked ceafe, DiftracYft their counfels, and commandeft peace 1 1 20 49 Therefore amid the nations I'll proclaim, In fongs of gratitude, thy glorious name ; 50 For to thy chofen, thy anointed king Didft thou, in his difmay, deliv'rance bring, Haft crown'd his days with glory and fuccefs, 1 25 And ftill his lateft progeny wilt blefs. PSALM XIX. 1 * I '^ H E fpaCious firmament, that hangs on high, JL The fplendid glories of the fpangled Iky, Fix'd in due order, clad in bright array, . The great, th' almighty architect, difplay. 2 From day to day, from night to night, they roll, 5 And pour conviction on the humble foul : 3 In them, furpriz'd, the various nations hear The mighty God his ruling pow'r declare : 4 To regions moft remote aloud they found ; Their voice extends to earth's extremeft bound. 10 5 High 'bove the reft, in his full radiance gay, Comes forth th' englad'ning fun, to gild the day ; Like a young bridegroom, who* to charm his fair, Adorns his body with the niceft care j Exulting, like a giant, in his force, 1 £ He runs with vaft rapidity, his courfe. 6 See, from the eaft his rofy car he drives % Lo ! nature at his joyous beams revives ; See, o'er the wide expanfe he wheels his way ; The whole creation at his prefence gay. 2© 7 But not alone thefe wonders ftrike with awe ; The Lord's as glorious in his facred law ; His laws, which ftricleft purity impart, His word that giveth wifdom to the heart ; D His 8 ■ PSALM xx. 8 His ftatutes that rejoice the humble foul, 25 His judgments that the ways of fin controul, His precepts that enlight the pious breaft, His holy fear, that ihall for ever laft. 10 With them not e'en the richeft fweets compare ; Than gold, than gems, of nobler price they are ; 30 1 1 By them thy fervant rules his inmoft thought, And the bright road to happinefs is taught. 1 2 Yet who the errors of his heart can tell, How oft 'gainft thee his fecret thoughts rebel ; What vain ideas in his fancy play, 35 And o'er each word, each action, hold the fway ? O cleanfe thy fervant from the great offence ; 13 O let him keep his truth, his innocence ; O from prefumptuous guilt preferve him free, And firm him in his own fimplicity. 40 14 Grant, dear redeemer, this my fervent pray'r ; Whate'er my words, my meditations are, To thee may they, a grateful incenfe, rife, And meet with kind acceptance from thy eyes-. PSALM XX. 1 ^TTHEN troubles hem thee round, when foes diftrefs, V V And thou to heav'n thy fervent pray'r addrefs, To thee a M'ning ear th' almighty lend, Thee by his name may Jacob's God defend : 2 From his refplendent throne affiftance give, 5 From Sions facred temple bid thee live ; 3 Thy victims at his altar not forget ; And thy oblations gracioufly accept ; 4 Grant to thy heart's defire the afk'd fuccefs, Difpel thy woes, and all thy counfels blefs. co 5 And when th' almighty God has given his aid, And crown'd with conqueft thy anointed head, We'll join thy triumphs with according voice, And in thy great deliv'rer we'll rejoice. 6 For well we know thou art th' eternal's care, 1 5 Tliat from his lofty throne thy fuit he'll hear ; That not in vain thou'lt on his pow'r rely ; His ftrong right-hand will give thee victory. 7 Let the proud heathen in their cars confide, And on their harneft'd fteeds exulting ride ; 20 Be they their empty boaft more wifely we Depend, O God, on thy great name and thee. Their P S A L M xxzT 19 I Their harneft'd fteeds, their falchion'd chariots fail, Nor in the day of deep diftrefs prevail ; See, low they fall, while, in thy pow'r we rife, 25 And fnatch the conquer!: from our enemies. 5 Save us and hear on thee we call, O Lord ; While thou thy ftrong protection wilt aiFord, We dare the menac'd battle of the foe ; Fruitlefs, he darts the fpear, and bends the bow. 30 PSALM XXL 1 QAV'D by thy hand, triumphant in thy pow'r, i^ The king ihall thee in gratitude adore. By thee fupported in the doubtful day, To thee the tribute of his praife ihall pay : 2 Ne'er, when with fuppliant voice to thee he pray'd, 5 Didft thou deny in his diftrefs thy aid ; Ne'er, when his lips pour'd forth his heart's deiire,' Fruitlefs did he the humble boon require, 3 Of all the bounties of thy love poffeft, Above the warmeft of his wifhes bleft, •« 1 o A golden diadem furrounds his head, Whofe glitt'ring gems their bright effulgence fhed. 4 For life he aik'd thou more than life haft giv'n, A life of immortality in he.av'n. 5 Eternal honours does thy hand beftow ; 15 Eternal glories from thy goodnefs flow; 6 Eternal blifs thou giv'ft without alloy, Thy glad'ning prefence ever to enjoy. 7 For thou the anchor of his hope fhalt be; His truft he'll place, all-pow'rful God, in thee. 20 8 Thy foes thy hand vindictive foon ihall feel ; Vainly from thee wou'd they themfelves conceal ; 9 For, like the fire, which in the furnace roars, And the dry fuel, greedily devours, On their devoted heads thy judgments fall, 25 And thy tremendous wrath conlumes them all ; I o Their names are loft among the fons of men, And none will dare to fay they've ever been. I I 'Gainft thee their fraudful villainies they fchem'd ; And, boaftful, of their high fuccefs they dream'd : 30 1 2 Therefore from thee ihall they attempt to fly, Yet by the arrows of thy vengeance die, 13 Yes, Lord ; in all thy majefty arife, Exert thy ftrength againft thine enemies : , D 2 So 20 F S A L M xxn. So mall the pious tribes thy name adore, 35 And in continued anthems hail thy pow'r. PSALM XXII. 1 TT J H Y does my God forfake me ? will no more W Thy goodnefs aid me, when I life implore ? 2 The tedious day, the live-long night I figh ; In vain ; thy faving pow'r does ftill deny. 3 Yet art thou holy, O thou fov'reign king ; r Thy praife the fons of Sion conftant fing ; 4 On thee our fathers in their woes relied, On thee they call'd, nor was thy aid denied. 5 Their only folace in their fore diftrefs, Benign thou heard'ft their pray'r, and didft redrefs. 10 6 But I'm a worm no man am I the croud With jeers infult me, and reproach aloud ; 7 With killing fcorn, who meet me in the way, Shoot out the lip and make the head, and fay ; 8 " In God he plac'd his empty confidence ; i£ " The Lord he boafted for his fure defence ; " Since Heav'n his glory, his delight he made, " Let him fupport him now, and grant him aid. 1 ' 9 But fure, when in the dreary womb I lay, Thy goodnefs gave me, to enjoy the day ; 20 When a weak helplefs infant at the breaft, Thou waft my God, and with thy favour blefl : 1 1 Now then, when only thou canft comfort give, Let me fecure in thy proteftion live. 12 Wild bulls of Bajhan compafs me around ; 25 Me they befet, and meditate the wound ; j 3 On me they gape, and threaten to devour, And, like to fierce and famifh'd lions, roar. 1 4 My blood flows out ; fhrunk up is ev'ry vein ; My feeble joints, my body fcarce fuftain ; 30 My trembling tortur'd heart forgets to beat j It melts, like wax diffolving in the heat : 1 5 Like a mere potfherd, am I dried away ; My ftrength is loft ; my weaken'd limbs decay ; Clofe to my lhrivel'd jaws my tongue does cleave, 3 - And lo ! I totter o'er the gaping grave. ? 6 For the whole impious rout enclofe me round ; And, like fell wolves, my wretched body wound. jy They pierce my hands my feet fo lank I'm grown, With eafe may be diftinguithfd bone from bone. 40 With PSALM xxn; 21 With the fad view they glut their rav'ning eye, And feed their cruel hearts with horrid joy. s3 My various garments 'mongft them they divide, And, whofe my vefture, by the lot is tried, in But, gracious Lord, thy pleading fervant hear, 45 And hafte my fad afflicted foul to chear, 20 Drive back the fword of my aflaulting foes ; The fury of thefe rav'ning wolves oppofe ; 2 1 O fave me, fave me from the lions jaws, And with thy ftrongeft might fupport my caufe. 50 22 From death redeem'd, thy goodnefs I'll proclaim, And in the glad afTembly hymn thy name. 23 Ye humble fouls, that fear the Lord, rejoice ; Ye fons of 'Jacob, raife the tuneful voice ; In feftal hymns fet forth his faving pow'r, 55 In fongs of joy his clemency adore : 24 For, when th' afflicted in fad anguifh cried, With fcorn he heard not, nor his aid denied ; Nor from his mis'ries turn'd his face away, But to his troubled foul reftor'd the day. 60 25 Therefore his praifes mall employ my tongue, And all the pious tribes lhall join the fong. 26 The humbly meek, that feek th' almighty Lord, Who've long his glorious attributes ador'd, With joy fhall at his facred banquet feed, 65 And fatisfy their foul with living bread. 27 Yes ; all the nations of the world lhall own His pow'r, lhall worfhip 'fore his awful throne ; Earth's fartheft bounds his ftatutes (hall obey, And with according voice avow his fway : 70 28 Earth's fartheft bounds are fubjecl to his pow'r, And he's the univerfal governor. 29 The rich, the mighty, at his board lhall lit, And blefs his fov'reign bounty, while they eat ; The poor, juft finking to the fhades below, 75 'Fore him in humble adoration bow. 30 A feed lhall ferve him, and his name adore, And be accounted bis, till time's no more ; 3 1 To people yet unborn his works proclaim, ' Difplay the wonders of his holy name ; 80 His dread inflictions on the haughty proud, His ever-flowing mercy on the good, PSALM 22 PSALM xxin, xxiv: PSALM XXIII. j it ^ipHE bounteous Lord my paftures mall prepare, " JL And feed his fervant with a fhepherd's care :" 2 In a gay verdant plain, with flow'rs o'erfpread, Where nature furnimes her fofteft bed ; Where the clear ftream in fmooth meanders flows, 5 He bids me take a fweet, ferene repofe. 3 When in erroneous paths I fimply ftray, His gracious goodnefs leads me in the way; Recals my wand'ring fteps, and points the road, The even path his David fhou'd have trod. 10 4 Yea ; tho' the gloomy vale of death I tread, Where dreary horrors compafs round my head, E'en there no fatal ills my foul betide, Thy rod, thy ftaff, my comfort and my guide. 5 Vainly my foes with hell-born envy burn ; 15 The choicer! cates my loaded board adorn, My chearful bowls are fill'd with pureft wine, And round my brows thy richeft ointments fhine. 6 And, while my breath infpires this vital clay, On thee fecure I'll reft, for ever gay ; 20 Thy truth, thy mercy, mall protect me ftill, And conftant I'll attend thy holy hill. PSALM XXIF. 1 r I ' H E fpacious earth, and what the earth contains, \ Are heav'n's high Lord's -o'er the wide world he O'er the wide world extends his boundlefs fway ; [reigns; The wild, the wife, the wretched and the gay, The poor, the rich, howe'er difpers'd they are, 5 Are bis, and feel his providential care. 2 He on the feas this folid earth hath plac'd ; He on the raging floods has fix'd her faft ; In vain the waters rife, the billows roar, He braves their fury, and defies their pow'r. 1 o 3 All then is God's but one empyreal throne, Sublime above all heights, has made his own. Thither can man afcend ? is man fo bleft, As near his maker on his hill to reft ? 4 Yes ; he whofe honeft heart from guilt is clear, 1 5 Whofe hands are fpotlefs, and his tongue fmcere ; Who fhuns of vanity the baneful road, Nor to deceitful oaths attefts his God j He F ' S A L M xxv: 2 3 r He with his gracious prefence ihall be bleft j- He on his holy hill ihall ever reft ; 2 o 6 This, this is truth, the way to heav'n is this,-—- The certain road to everlafting blifs. 7 Ye doors, that on eternal hinges turn, Ye Aiming gates, which fparkling gems adorn j The king of glory comes, by all ador'd, 25 Ope wide your portals and receive your Lord. 8 This king of glory who ? what royal gueft In thefe our facred manfions deigns to reft ? E'en he, the mighty God, whole ftrong right-hand Has o'er th' extended univerfe command ; 30 Whofe force in vain embattl'd ranks oppofe, - Who comes triumphant o'er his vanquiih'd foes. 9 Ye doors that on eternal hinges turn, Ye mining gates, which fparkling gems adorn j The king of glory comes, by all ador'd ; 35 Ope wide your portals, and receive your Lord. 10 This king of glory who ? enquire no more That fov'reign being of unbounded pow'r j That God encircled round with majefty- The Lord of hofts the king of glory, he. 40 PSALM XXV. i ' I * O thee alone, O fov'reign Lord, I cry ; A 2 On thee alone, my gracious God, rely ; O free my foul from fhame, nor let my foes Infulting fay ; a va:n fupport I chofe. 3 No ; meet not they, that wait on thee, with fhame ; 5 That love thy ftatutes, that revere thy name : Be fhame their deftin'd lot, who thee defpife ; Who truft in fraud, in villainy, in lies. 4 Me in life's devious road benignly lead, That I fecurely in thy paths may tread ; 10 : 5 Shew me thy truth, and teach me, not to ftray ; Thy ftrength my truft, thy pow'rful word my flay. 6 Remember, Lord, (nor be thy fervant bold) Thy mercies and thy clemencies of old ; 7 But ah ! remember not my youthful crimes, 1 5 The faults and follies of my wilder times, When pafhon's lure had led my heart away $ And from thy facred laws I dar'd to ftray ; Thefe, Lord, remember not ; let mere plead, And bid thy goodnefs to thy wrath fucceed, 20 Benign 24 PSALM xxvi. 8 Benign art thou, and when, all-clement God, Vile man repents, thou point'ft the heavenly road. 9 The meek, the modeft, thy affiftance prove, Follow the right, nor in blind error rove : io Their kind director thou, who love thy law, 25 And keep thy ftatutes with religious awe, F*rom fin, from forrow, mall they walk exempt, No griefs fhall touch them, and no paffions tempt. 1 1 That I may then to after-times proclaim, To regions moft remote, thy facred name, 30 Great tho 1 they be, my numVous fins forgive, And in thy mercy let thy David live. 1 2 O happy they, who're govern'd by thy fear ! To help them on to truth, thouVt always near ; 1 3 Their fouls with affluence and with peace to blefs ; 35 Their fons to crown with glory and fuccefs ; 1 4 To them thy facred myfteries to reveal, The fecret counfels of thy will to tell. 1 5 Therefore my tearful eyes I raife to thee ; Reft all my hopes upon thy clemency ; 43 'Tis thou alone canft clear me from the net My cruel foes have laid, t 1 enfnare my feet. 16O turn thee to me, and thy mercy Ihew ; For deep I'm funk in wretchednefs, in woe ; 1 7 IncefTant griefs my harraft foul diftrefs ; 45 O hear me, and reftore my wonted peace : 18 With eyes of pity my fad anguifh view ; Nor let thy vengeance ftill my crimes purfue. 19 Great are my foes, their malice greater ftill, And from their ceafelefs hate what pangs I feel . ? 50 20 No more their fport, their laughter, let me be, But fpare me, fave me, for I truft in thee. 2 1 On thy integrity I'll yet rely, And fure thy goodnefs will not let me die : 22 No; gracious God, thy mercy thou'lt difplay, 55 And free the pious tribes, who thee obey. PSALM XXVL 1 ' ■ "* O thee, O fovVeign father, I appeal ; I To thee the fecrets of my foul reveal, My faithful foul, that, firm in innocence, Makes thee her fureft hope, her ftrong defence, 2 O try thy fervant, fcrutinize his heart ; 5 Prove him, and judge according to defert, With PSALM xxvir. 2 S 3 With grateful eyes thy mercies all I view, With careful fteps the road to truth purfue j 4 The fraudful tongue, that ruins with a lie, The idly vain, that love not thee, I fly ; 10 5 The converfe of ungodly men I hate, Nor 'mid the wicked e'er will fix my feat. 6 S With hands unftain'd I'll at thy altar bow, There pay the adoration that I owe ; 7 In thankful hymns I'll there employ my voice, 1 £ And in the wonders of my God rejoice : 8 I love the temple, where thy name's ador'd ; Much do I love thy hallow'd dome, O Lord. 9 Then fuffer not my foul, to {hades below, With bloody, with deceitful men, to go ; 20 10 With men, whofe hands in mifchiefs are involv'd, Whofe hearts for gain the blackeft crimes refolv'd. 1 1 No ; my fincerity be Hill my guard, With thy redemption my firm foul reward ; 12 Firm that me Hands, I owe, my God, to thee : 25 Thy name be prais'd thro' all eternity. PSALM XXFIL 1 T% /T Y light, my great falvation is the Lord ; JLVx While he his ftrong alTiftance will afford 1 While he, to aid, to comfort me, is near, No open force, no hidden fraud, I fear. 2 Me, with big hopes, my wicked foes affail'd ; 5 In vain ; their haughty expectations fail'd : 'Gainft me their various treach'ries they prepar'd ; And fell themfelves, in their own toils enfnar'd. 3 Tho' wars fhou'd threaten, and tho' camps furround, Tho' hoftile bands fhou'd meditate the wound ; 10 Amid the danger, free from fear, my heart Wou'd brave the battle, and defy the dart. 4 One boon alone I've afk'd, and flill defire, That, while my breath this vital clay infpire, I in the temple of my God may dwell, 1 5 The wonders of his mighty hand may tell ; The beauty of his holinefs furvey, And humble, ardent adoration pay. 5 For in diftrefs his fervant he'll fecure, My foul in fafety from the foe enfure, 20 Will his pavilion make my ftrong retreat; And on a rock will firmly fix my feet : E And 26 PSALM xxviii. 6 And now, above my foes exalted, I My hours in grateful praifes will employ, My victims to his facred altar bring, s.t And allelujahs to my faviour ling. 7 Hear me, my God ; to thee I fuppliant cry ; All -clement Lord, thy mercy not deny j 8 'Tis thy command, that we Ihou'd feek thy face ; With eager foul I that command embrace ; 30 9 Thy face not hide in anger from my eyes ; In danger, in diftrefs, on thee relies Thy troubled fervant ; chafe his griefs away, Difpel his darknefs, and reftore the day. I o When father, .mother, friends forfake, then thou 35 Will to my foul thy tender mercies mew. I I Do thou benignly lead me in the way, Left, by my foes deluded, I Ihou'd ftray ; 1 2 By them around b'efet, I've none but thee, My heart from error, from diflrefs, to free. 40 'Gainft me with forged calumnies they rife, And perfecute my foul with cruel lies. 1 3 And furely I Ihou'd to my miferies yield, If not by hope, by faith in thee, upheld. No longer dubious, in that hope I live, 45 Affur'd, at length thou'lt kind afliftance give. 14 Therefore, my foul, in confidence of pray'r, Bravely bear up, and call; on God thy care ; Thee will he ftrengthen to fupport thy grief: — Wait on the Lord, and thou wilt have relief. 50 PSALM XXVIII. 1 f\ THOU fupreme, that ruleft over all ; \^J My rock of fafety, hear me, when I call ; Left I be number'd with the filent dead, " Who wake no more, the vital fpirit fled " 2 Hear, when with earneft voice to thee I plain ; 5 Be not my faithful pray'r addreft in vain ; With hands uplifted I my fuit prefer ; Out of thy high etkerial temple hear; 3 join not thy fervant with that wicked croud, In fin who wallow, and who hate the good ; I a Whofe foothing tongues loft founds of concord yield, But whole vile hearts with villain-thoughts are fill'd. 4 Reward them, Lord, juit as their deeds require ; Give them, t' enjoy of wickednefs the hire ; PSALM xxix. 27 Give them, to reap the miferies they fow, 1 5 And, fince for woe they labour, give them woe. Thy counfels they, thy wond'rous works negledt, And me, the building of thy hands, rejecl ; Therefore their impious race malt thou deftroy, Nor blefs them ever with a father's joy. 20 Praife to thy name ; thy name by all be fear'd f My earneft pray'r haft thou in mercy heard. My ftrength, my ihield art thou ; my faithful heart On thee relied, and thou didft aid impart : Therefore with ardent gratitude fhe glows, 25 And my enraptur'd tongue with praifes flows. For, as the fwain his fleecy flock does tend, Doll thou the people, thou hall chofe, defend ; And thy anointed king in his diftrefs Benign affift, and with deliv'rance blefs, 30 O Hill preferve them ; be they ftill thy care ; And let their progeny thy goodnefs fhare ; Feed them in peace ; protedl them with thy pow'r, Be thou their God, till time fhall be no more. P" S A L M XXIX. 1 XjT E mighty potentates, enthron'd on high, j[ Ye warrior-chieftains, crown'd with victory ; Not to yourfelves attribute the fuccefs ; Give God the glory, and his goodnefs blefs. 2 His ftrong right-hand in grateful fongs proclaim, 5 Shout forth his praifes, and extol his name. 3 His voice majeftic, never heard in vain, Sends down, to glad the earth, the fleecy rain ; His voice is in the rumbling thunder heard ; And in the red impetuous lightning fear'd ; 10 Revere his voice, the ftormy winds, that fweep. The mad'ning waves that bellow in, the deep. Lo ! lofty Lebanon exults no more ; Their fcatter'd boughs her cedars now deplore ; Th' almighty fpeaks, their tow'ring honours fall, 15 To his tremendous voice fubmiffive all : At his command e'en firmeft mountains move, And, like the younglings of the pafture, rove. 8 His voice Arabia's dreary defarts hear \ The howling wildernefs is ftruck with fear ;. 20 9 With terror ftruck, the beftials of the wood Lofe all their ftrength, and drop their embryo-brood : E 2 All zS PSALM XXX. All earth, all heav'n, his wondrous glory own, And fall with rev'rence 'fore his awful throne : 10 Revere him all the waters of the main, 2 r And the whole univerfe avows his reign. 1 1 Nor caufelefs they avow to all that pay Due rev'rence to his will, his laws obey, Will he th' affiftance of his mercy give, And in eternal affluence bid them live. 30 PSALM XXX. 1 T N hymns of praife will I employ my tongue ; JL My tuneful harp ihall anfwer to the fong. To thee, O Lord ; for, when with pain diftreft, And foes around their cruel joy expreft, Me in the evil day didft thou fuftain, 5 My foes indulg'd their impious hopes in vain. 2 Struck with die dire difeafe, to thee I cried ; Nor was, O God, thy healing hand denied ; 3 For from the dreary horrors of the grave, When he implor'd, didft thou thy fervant fave, 10 His foul, juft hov'ring o'er the pit retrieve, And gav'ft again, in joyous health to live. 4 O all ye faints, his gracious goodnefs fing ; Difpiay his praifes on the trembling firing ; 5 For but a moment his dread anger lives, 15 While life, his quick-returning favour gives ; And, tho' the night in fighs, in tears, you fpend, The dawning morn will all your forrows end. 6 Surpriz'd with my fuccefs, elate with pride, Big with my empty felf, I fondly cried ; 20 " Strong in my happinefs, my foes I dare, " Nor open force, nor fecret fraud, I fear.'* 7 By heav'n fupported, like a mountain firm, That braves the thunder, and difdains the ftorm, Did I the angry bolts of fate deride, 25 And wrapt my heart in arrogance and pride ; But foon the folly of my ways I found, Loft thy fupport, and felt a killing wound. 8 'Twas then my reafon to my foul return'd ; In deep repentance I my madnefs mourn'd ; 30 For thy forgivenefs humbly fued, O Lord, My guilt acknowledg'd, and thy aid implor'd. 9 " What profit is there (faid I) in my blood ? " Juftly thy vengeance has my crimes purfued. • " But P S A L M xxxi. 29 " But can the dead thy wondrous works proclaim ? 35 " Can dull, can ajhes, celebrate thy name ? 10 " O hear me, hear me, and thy mercy fhew ; l '- Redeem my foul from death, my life from woe. 1 ' 1 1 Nor vainly did I pray ; thy mercy heard ; My fainting foul in all her forrows chear'd, 40 My grief to joy, my tears to laughter turn'd ; No more I languifh'd, and no more I mourn'd. 1 2 Therefore thy goodnefs will I conftant ling, And to thy glorious name attune the firing j Therefore in hymns harmonious I'll difplay 45 Thy clemency ; thy love, from day to day. PSALM XXXI. 1 T N thee, O God, my conftant truft I place ; X Let not thy faithful fervant meet difgrace ; 2 Exert thy juftice, and benignly hear ; Guide me in fafety, and difpel my fear ; Thou art my tow'r of ftrength ; my rock art thou ; 5 Be ftill my rock ; my tow'r of ftrength be now. 4 On thee relying, fhall J be difmay'd ? O fave me from the fecret net they've laid. 5 My great redeemer thou, fecure I'll ftand Beneath the fhelter of thy mighty hand : 10 6 My truft the dread Jehovah ; I defpife The fools that deal in vanity and lies ; 7 Yes j in thy mercy fhall my foul rejoice ; Oft in her troubles haft thou heard her voice ; 8 Oft, when her foes aftail'd, haft fet her free, 1 5 And giv'n my fetter'd feet full liberty. 9 But now in bitter nefs of heart I mourn ; And humbly to the God of mercy turn ; Mine eyes with conftant, fcalding tears decay ; Pines my fad foul ; my body wears away ; 20 I o My life is fpent with griefs, my years in fighs ; Wither my bones ; my ftrength within me dies. I I My foes infult me, and deride my woe ; My neighbours round a mean abhorrence fhew ; Nay ; e'en my friends for fear come not anigh, 25 And, when they fee me at a diftance, fly. 1 2 As one among the dead, I'm quite forgot, Sink beneath notice ; and am really nought ; 1 3 Their flanders, their foul calumnies I hear ; On ev'ry fide furrounds me ev'rv fear ; 30 Their 30 PSALM xxxii. Their bafe devices 'gainft my life I know, And what their fecret malice dooms me to. 1 4 Yet ftill, O Lord, on thee I've hVd my truft ; My God I'll call thee, for thou ftill art juft : 15 Thou rul'ft my life ; it's term depends on thee ; 35 free me from the cruel enemy : 1 6 Bright on thy fervant, let thy goodnefs fhine, And lhield me with thy clemency divine : 1 7 Thy help implor'd, let me not fink in fhame ; Be that their deftin'd lot, that hate thy name : 40 That love a lie, are cruel, vain and proud, And vent their horrid flanders 'gainft the good : Let them, juft God, of fhame their portion have ; And fleep in dreadful filence in the grave. 19 How great thy goodnefs ? how thy bounties flow 45 On all that to thy laws obedience mew ? 'Fore all the earth, what wonders haft thou wrought For them that rev'rence thee in act, in thought ? 20 In vain the pow'rful wicked vaunt their pride ; Them from their malice thou'lt fecurely hide; 50 In vain the pois'nous tongue aftaults their fame ; A fafe protection in thy houfe they claim. 21 Eternal praiie, eternal thanks, O Lord ; For wondrous was the' aid thou didft afford ; Not armed hofts, not ftrongeft tow'rs can prove 55 Such fure defence, as yields thy pow'rful love. 22 Void of fupport, quite comfortlefs and poor, 1 faid, defpairing ; " All my hopes are o'er ;V When thou the voice of my complaint didft hear, And in my worft diftrefs difpell'dft my fear. 6q 24 Therefore, ye pious fouls, ye truly juft, Love well the Lord, and in his goodnefs truft ; For he'll the proud ones of the earth deftroy, And blefs the humble with immortal joy. 25 Be brave, be dauntlefs then ; purfue the road, 65 The path that leads you to the throne of God ; With fteady feet go on ; on him depend ; Crown'd are our labours, when our God's our friend. PSALM XXXII. 1 * M' y H R I C E happy he, whofe fins his God forgives ; X His crimes in deep oblivion loft, who lives ; 2 Whofe flips, whofe failings are not counted his ; Whofe foul perverfely does not a& amifs ! For 3 For me, while I my fecret faults conceal'd, ^ While not the errors of my life revealed, A tabid weaknefs feiz'd my languid bones, The tedious hours I fpent in piteous moans ; 4 Thy heavy hand I felt by night, by day, And all my juices melted quick away. 10 5 Soon then to thee, O gracious God, I turn'd, My many crimes, my various errors mourn'd ; Soon then to thee I all my fins confeft, And ftrait with pardon from thy love was bleft. 6 For this the pious heart, the foul hncere, 1 $ In fitting time ihall fly to thee in pray'r ; Nor, tho' the rifmg floods this earth o'erfpread, Shall they the threat'nings of the billows dread. 7 My fure defence, my certain refuge thou, No griefs, no perils, can o'er-whelm me now ; 20 My foul doft thou replenifh with thy joy, And all my woes, and all my terrors fly. S Nay more ; thou kindly promifeft thy aid ; " Mine hand (thou crieft) Ihall point thee where to tread ; " Mine eye ihall guide thee in the peffedt way ; "~ 2$ " And round thy feet I'll beam continued day. 9 " But thou the reftifF mule refemble not, " The fierce impetuous Heed, devoid of thought^ " Which, if not govern'd by the bitted rein, " Wou'd rove in favage liberty the plain." 30 10 His gracious goodnefs this; fuch mercy they Have from their God, who his high will obey. W r hile dread tremendous punifhments await The wretch that in his crimes is obftinate. 11 Come then, ye righteous fouls, indulge your joy, 35 In tuneful hymns your happy hours employ ; Be God the objecl of your love, your trull j And in his faving pow'r rejoice, ye juft. PSALM XXX1IL 1 /^\ A L L ye good, who heav'n-born juftice love, \J The Lord Jehovah ling, that rules above ; Your great creator joyfully extol ; The bleft employ befits the pious foul. 2 Strike, ftrike the lute, in honour of his name 1 5 His praife the ten-ftring'd pfaltery proclaim ; 3 In fweet harmonious long the voice employ, And let the clarion join the general joy. For 32 PSALM xxxiii. 4 For his all-pow'rful word the right commands, And righteous are the wonders of his hands ; 10 5 His love to juftice and to truth he mews, And o'er the fpacious globe his goodnefs flows. 6 He fpoke, and ftraitway into being fprung, High heav'n, with all it's radiant glories hung ; 7 He fpoke ; the waters of the main obey'd, 1 5 Shrunk within bounds, and in the depths were laid. 8 Thou too, O earth, thy great creator fear, And bid thy fcatter'd fons his name revere ; 9 For at his word firm thy foundation flood ; From his beheft thy ev'ry blefhng flow'd. 20 10 'Tis he confounds of impious men the fchemes; He bids ; they fleet away like morning-dreams : 1 1 While firm and fix'd his counfels ftill remain, And all th' affaults of time 'gainft them are vain. 12 That nation's doubly bleft, whofe God's the Lord ; 25 What nobler grace can heav'n's high king afford, Than fuch peculiar favour to us mown, To chufe us thus, and feal us for his own ? 1 3 From his celeftial throne th' all -feeing God Looks down, and calls his awful eye abroad ; 30 The fons of men in all their fecrets views ; Their fchemes thro' all their labyrinths purfues ; 15 He forms the clofe recefles of the mind, And he each lurking thought therein can find. 16 Earth's haughty potentates confide in vain 35 In armed turrets and in hofts of men ; The valiant chieftain, in his prowefs proud, In vain his ftrength, his courage boafts aloud : 1 7 And oft, tho' fleeter than the wind his fpeed, Deceives in battle, the impetuous fteed. 40 1 8 While God, all-pow'rful, with a watchful eye, Looks down on thofe, who ononis aid rely ; 19 Their fouls, when famine threatens, to relieve ; From death's dark dreary horrors to reprieve. 20 Therefore on his beneficence we'll wait, 45 Our fhield, our fure defence, in ev'ry ftrait : 21 To him, 'caufe never he'll our hOpes deceive, Our hearts the tribute of their praife fhall give. 22 Thy mercy, Lord, fhall on thy fervants fhine ; On thee our hopes are fix'd, and we are thine. 50 PSALM PSALM xxxiv. 33 PS A L M XXXW. i TT/HILST life, great God, thou giv'ft me to enjoy, VV Thy praifes mall my grateful tongue employ - 9 2 Thy pow'r my boaft ; thy pow'r I'll long difplay ; With me, ye meek, indulge the pleaiing lay, With me to him your voice alternate raife ; § Gladly you'll join my fervent heart in praile. 4 Oft when I've pray'd, he lent a gracious ear, And freed my troubled foul from ev'ry fear ; 5 Whoe'er invok'd his name, but he reliev'd ? Who met repulfe, when to their God they griev'd ? 10 6 Did e'er the poor a fruitlefs aid implore ? No ; when they call'd on him, they griev'd no more. 7 Who fear his word, who reverence his laws, He fends his angel to fupport their caufe. 8 O tafte and fee— —-you'll find, our God is juftj 15 Thrice happy they, that in his mercy truft ! 9 Ye pious fouls, put up a faithful pray'r, And you his kind beneficence fhall mare : I o While, roar the lion's favage young for food, . Our God is to the righteous ever good. 20 I I Come then, ye thoughtlefs, Men to my lore, And you to virtue's high rewards mail foar ; 12 Say, wou'dft thou live a happy length of days, Void of all ill, in opulence and eafe ? 1 3 Thy tongue from lies, from perjuries, reftrain, 25 And ev'ry vile infidious fraud difdain ; 1 4 From ev'ry fin of ev'ry fort depart ; With ev'ry virtue fanclify thy heart. 15 For on the righteous cafts our God his eye ; His pitying ears he opens to their cry ; 30 16 But from obdurate finners turns his face, Their name and their memorial to erafe. 17 When prays the juft, the good, he always hears ; Is always ready to difpel their fears ; 18 Their hearts, juft broken with their griefs, to aid, 35 Their fouls to free, when cruel foes invade. 19 Many the mis'ries that affault their peace, Yet ftill their guardian God will give them eafe 1 20 Amid the various perils that furround, Vig'rous and brave and refolute they're found : 40 2 1 By their own crimes while wicked men mall fall, And, foes to innocence, fliall perim all ; F Our H PSALM xxxv. 22 Our God will them, that worfhip him, defend, And ne'er defert them, till their lives fhall end. PSALM XXXIT. i T\/fY injur'd caufe, my great pro tettor, plead} JLYA And 'gainft invet'rate foes thy fervant aid : 2 Arm, arm, put on the buckler and the fhield ; 3 Arm, arm, and meet them in th' embattl'd field ; O bid my foul to rid her of her fear - r c Tell her, her great deliverer is near. 4 With bitter fhame, with foul difgrace meet they, Who with infidious fnares befet my way ; In fure confufion all their fchemes involve, Whofe vile invenom'd hearts my death refolve. io 5 Let thy avenging angel prefs them clofe, While they (like chaff, that, when the tempefl blows, Is driv'n far and wide) with terror fly ; Yet be no aid, no kind protector, nigh : Their path be flipp'ry, and let night furround ; 1 5 To death let thy avenging angel wound. 7 For, caufelefs, they their fecret fnares have laid ; Me to deftroy, they lurk in ambufcade. 8 But let their hidden toils themfelves enfnare, Be theirs the ruin, they for me prepare. 20 9 Then mail my foul fmcerely tafte her joy ; Shall feel her happinefs without alloy : 10 My bones fhall cry ; " my God, who's like to thee, " That doft the humble from oppremon free, " That curb'ft of lawlefs tyranny the pow'r, 25 " And bidft the broken heart to grieve no more ?" i 1 'Gainft me their cruel enmity not dies ; 'Gainft me with curfed virulence they rife, Lay to my charge unheard-of villainy, And load my guiltlefs foul with infamy : 30 1 2 With bitter hatred all my friendfhip pay, And my perdition work by night, by day. 13 Not fo did I when ficknefs fore oppreil, And hov'ring death their anguiuYd hearts difb'eft, In fackcloth I, in afhes for them moan'd ; 35 For them I fafred, and for them I groan'd ; Quick flow'd my tears ; to thee I profixate pray'd, That thou'dil not number them among the dead. 14 So, when a dear-lovM friend or brother dies, The foul fmcere with killing anguifli fighs -, 40 With PSALM xxxv. • jj'jj With forrow thus is pain'd the pious fon, The tender object of his duty gone. 15 Soon they repay'd me with ingratitude ; When fwift calamity my Heps purfued, They all rejoic'd, and, at my mis'ries gay, 45 They danc'd, they revell'd, they kept holiday ; Their villain-feafts the very ahjeds join'd, And there with them my ruin they defign'd ; 1 6 Yes ; mere buffoons their vile affociates were, Who grinn'd their malice with an envious fneer. 50 1 7 But, Lord, how long wilt thou thy patience fneWj And view with feeming unconcern my woe ? From their deftru&ive wiles relieve my foul : Their cruel fchemes, their vile attempts controul : iS Then in the great affembly I will fing 55 Thy praife, and to thy glory tune the ftring. 19 O let not my inhuman foes rejoice, Nor mock my mis'ries with infulting voice ; Nor feem by their deriding leers to boaft, That I thy favour and thy love have loft. ■ 60 20 For peace they hate, with impious malice fraught, Dire 'ftrife employs their tongue, and fills their thought ; And with their curft devices they confpire 'Gainft men of gentle mind, that peace defire ; 21 -At me loll out their tongues, and, flouting, fay : 65 " Our eyes at length behold th' expected day." 22 This haft thou feen, O Lord ; be rail no more, But ihield me, guard me, by thy gracious pow'r ; 23 To judgment now, O mighty God, awake ; Stir up thy vengeance, nor my caufe forfake : 70 24 I to thy righteous juftice make appeal ; Stop their proud boafts ; their ill-tim'd triumphs quell : 25 No more let their big hearts infulting cry ; " He falls at length, and ours the victory :" 26 But fmce they made my miferies their boaft, 75 In dire oblivion let their names be loft ; Since they, invetrate, my perdition fought, Bring all their hopes, their flatt'ring views to nought. 27 While thofe dear fouls, that.wilh'd my caufe fuccefs, Sincere delight, fublimeft joy poftefs ; So Thy great beneficence, thy juftice praife, And fing thy glory in harmonious lays ; 28 Then mail my tongue thy righteous pow'r difplay, And hymn thy honour'd name the live-long day. F 2 PSALM 36 - P S A L M xxxvi, xxxvii. PSALM XXXVI. 1 {"> URST with deceitful joy his fottifh heart, \^ji His foul with fancied happinefs alert, His flagrant guilt againfl the wicked cries ; There is no fear of God before his eyes. 2 With foothing plea and artful argument r He lulls his confcience to a falfe content j In vain his crimes are of the blackefl die, And call for dreadful vengeance from on high. 3 For lo ! his tongue is tipt with frauds and lies, Him to deceive, who on his faith relies j 1 o In wordly craft he chufes to excel, And with celeftial wifdom fhuns to dwell. 4 Averfe to goodnefs is his headflrong will, E'en on his downy bed he ftudies ill ; With eyes afkance the paths of virtue views, 15 * c And 'gainft his better mind the LAP your glad hands, ye people all, rejoice ; V^i Shout to your God with loud triumphant voice j 2 The mighty God, tremendous in his wrath, Whofe boundlefs rule extends o'er all the earth : 3 Who 'as made the nations truckle to our fway, 5 And e'en the pow'rful of the world obey : H Who 50 P S A L M xlviii. 4 Who 'as giv'n his chofen race a wide domain, And bleft them with a glorious, endlefs reign. 5 Hark ! he comes forth ; the chearful trumpets found ; With fhouts the pious tribes attend around ; ic 6 He comes, he comes ; approach your God with praife, In hymns of joy your tuneful voices raife j -j He comes, o'er all the univerfal king ; Let heav'n's wide arch with acclamations ring ; Ye fons of melody, fet forth his pow'r ; 1 5 8 That e'en the heathen may their God adore ; O'er all he rules, and from his lofty throne, Awful, he makes his righteous judgments known ; 9 To him the princes of the people fly, Own him their God, and on his aid rely ; 20 Own, that the heav'ns and earth and feas belong To him, and make omnipotence their fong. PSALM XLVIII. i f~^ R E A T is the Lord ; moll worthy he of praife >, Vj Sing, fing his glory in melodious lays, Ye fons of Szon, where's the bleft abode, The radiant habitation of our God. 2 Of Sions hill mod beauteous is the fite, 5 Sion, the nation's joy, the earth's delight : Full to the north the king's bright manfions lie, And with refplendent beauty ftrike the eye. 3 There IfraeVs race have oft beheld the Lord Maintain their caufe, and pow'rful help afford. to 4 With mad'ning rage the furious monarchs came, With fierce intent t' enwrap our walls in flame ; • 5 They view'd with wonder, trembled with difmay, And, flruck with terror, haft'ned quick away ; 6 Not greater terror ftrikes the matron's heart, 15 When of approaching throes Ihe dreads the fmart - s 7 Not greater fears the heartlefs crew aflail, When o'er the ftout-ribb'd fhip the waves prevail. 3 As to their ions our fathers oft have told Thy glorious deeds,- thy miracles of old ; 20 So in the city of our God we've view'd, The fame bright fcheme of wonders ftill purfued ; Still fhall our progeny on thee r&ly, Thou'lt frill relieve, when in diftrefs they cry. 9 Thy gracious mercies, Lord, we'll ne'er forget, 25 But 'fore thy altar gratefully repeat ; Thv P S A L M xlix. 5 i 10 Thy praife, thy juftice, glorious as thy name, To earth s extreme!! bounds will we proclaim ; 1 1 Yes ; Sions hill to all the realms around, Thy great, thy righteous judgments, fhall refound ; 3© The fons of Salem, and her virgin train, To endlefs time renew the grateful ftrain. 12 Walk round, ye faithful tribes ; her walls explore $ Her ftrong, her lofty turrets, number o'er j 13 Obferve her forts, her palaces, with care, 3? And to your fons her wond'rous ftrength declare ; 1 4 That they may know, how mighty is the Lord, What aids he'll to his chofen race afford ; How he'll fupport them ever with his pow'r : And, knowing, praife his name, till time's no more 4 40 PSALM XLIX. 1 T TO WE'ER difpers'd, ye various nations, hear, JL X Y e f° ns °^ frailty, lend a lift'ning ear j 2 Whether in honours and in wealth ye flow, Whether immers'd in penury and woe : 3 Wifdom's the facred fubjecl of my fong, 5 Wifdom employs my lyre and tunes my tongue ; Wifdom, to all that hear her, Heady friend : Plain is my parable, if you'll attend. 5 Why fhou'd the dread of diilant want controul The active vigour of my heav'n-born foul ? 10 Why forfeit I my claim to future blifs By anxious cares for earthly happinefs ? 6 They, who in purple and in gold are dreft, Of honours and of opulence pofleft, With wealth, with pow'r elate, when dies the friend, 15 Whom they with joy wou'd to the fhades attend ; Him by their gold, their honours, can they fave, Can they redeem him from the greedy grave ? 8 Ah no ; no wealth the parting foul can flay, That from the linking body fleets away.. 20 9 Inexorable death the bribe rejects ; Nor pray'rs, nor tears, nor ranfom, he refptdls 1 He views their p-oifer'd, gilded bait, with fcorn, And bluntly tells them, there is no return. 10 The wife, the foolifh, feel alike his pow'r, z| While thanklefs heirs poflefs their Aiming ftore : 1 1 Vainly they think, the lofty domes they raiie, Will fpread their honours e'en to after-days, H z Their 52 P S A L M l. Their large pofTeffions will retain their name, And fair-enrol them in the lifts of fame. 3© I 2 Alas ! when once they die, when once no more, Soon are forgot their name, their wealth, their pow'r. 1 3 Yet ftill like folly to their race extends ; From family to family defcends. 14 As the fierce wolf devours his fleecy prey, 35 Feeds on them death, and finifhes their day ; And while bright hours, that never have an end, And mining profpe&s righteous fouls attend ; Weak feeble age their beauty fhall confume, And fink their honours in the mould'ring tomb. 40 1 5 But me redeems my Saviour from the grave j Me to himfelf, to glory, he'll receive : 1 6 Nor thou repine, when one of low eftate, By fortune favour'd, fuddenly grows great. 1 7 What fhall attend him, when he comes to die ? 45 See, his unfaithful honours from him fly : 1 8 Tho', while he liv'd, he ev'ry good enjoy 'd, And flow'd in pleafures, till his foul was cloy'd ; Tho' he to others fhew'd the tempting way, And bad them, like himfelf, be ever gay ; 50 1 9 When to his fathers he defcends below, To thofe black fcenes of wretchednefs and woe, Where not one glad'ning ray his foul revives, He then his mad prepofVrous folly grieves. 20 For man, of honours and of wealth pofleit, 55 If not with wifdom's facred influence bleft ; Not nobler than a beftial can be thought, And, like a beftial, will at length be nought. PSALM L. 1 * M' % H E mighty God, whom heav'ns and earth obey, X Who bends the fcept'red tyrants to his fway, Speaks his dread judgments to the nations round, And hears the fentence earth's extremeft bound. 2 From Sions hill, in mining glory clad, 5 He fpeaks, and fills the lift'ning world with dread. 3 He comes ; man's impious crimes he'll bear no more ; Before his prefence flames of fire devour ; No more a Saviour, he the judge aflumes 5 Tremendous winds furround him ; lo ! he comes. 10 4 Impartial in his procefs, heav'n he'll call With all her orbs, and this terreftrial ball j T» PSALM l. 53 To witnefs to his juftice heaven obeys ; . Earth owns, eternal truth his procefs fways. 5 " Ye pious tribes (he fays) with whom I've made 1 5 " A facred covenant, be not difmay'd ; " With confidence approach ; difmifs your fears ; " Yon bright etherial arch your judgment hears j *' Your God himfelf is judge ; his juftice prove " Yon bright etherial orbs, that roll above. 20 7 " You firft I call, bleft Abrhams favour'd race, " Whom long I've honour'd with peculiar grace ; " Yourfelves atteft beneficence divine, " And own that juftice, and that mercy's mine ; 8 " That few the victims, whofe attoning blood 25 " In facred ftreams have on my altars flow'd ; 9 " I not reprove ; the fadings of the fold, " Theftalledox, indiff'rent, I behold; I o " Mine are the beafts that in the foreft rove ; " Mine are the beafts that range the hill and grove ; 30 I I " Where'er the favage beftials of the field " Retreat, their haunts are not from me conceal'd. " In the fteep rock, or on the lofty tree, " Tho' neft the feather'd tribes, they're known to me. 12 " If I, like man, the pangs of hunger feel, 35 " Say, is it requifite, I thee fhou'd tell ? " Thy kind affiftance, fay, fhall I implore ; " I, who o'er all have univerfal pow'r ? 1 3 " Me will the flefh of bullocks fatisfy ? " The ofFer'd blood of fatted goats, drink I ? 49 1 4 " No, no ; the breaft with gratitude that glows, " The fervent heart that breathes it's honeft vows, 15 " My banquet thefe be thefe thy facrifice, " And when fevere diftrefs upon thee lies, " My name invoke ; thy drooping foul I'll raife, 45 " And thou fhalt pay thy God with grateful praife." 1 6 But to the wicked fays th' almighty Lord ; (The wicked hear, and tremble at his word) " Wretch ! wilt thou dare to plead my righteous laws, " My facred covenant, to fupport thy caufe ? 50 17 " Thou, who to hear inftruftion didft refufe, il And with thy impious feoffs my word abufe ? 18 " Thou with the thief, thyfelf a thief, didft join, " And mad'ft th' adult'rers filthy purpofe thine : - 19 " To mifchief prone, didft mifchief meditate, 55 « And arm'dlt thy villain -tongue >vith curft deceit : « Didft 54 P S J L M u. 20 " Didft violate of blood the facred ties, " And 'gainft thy brother fram'dft malicious lies : 21 ef And, more t' enhance thy impious villainy, " 'Caufe filent I, think'ft I refemble thee : 60 " Vain is the thought thy crimes I'll now difplay, " And fet thy monftrous deeds in open day. 22 " Ye liftlefs crouds, that now your God forget, " Confider this, and make a fafe retreat ; ." Left, when to judgment cited by my wrath, 65 " Not one can fave you from eternal death : 23 " And you, ye righteous, you your voices raife, " In fongs of gratitude, in hymns of praife ; " This to eternal happinefs the road ; *' This, this will place you nigh the throne of God. 70 PSALM LI. 1 /~\ GOD of mercy, view my pleading tears, V^/ And hear a contrite finner's earneft pray'rs ; 2 My fpotted foul from her defilements, clean ; O wafh me, cleanfe me, from my crying fin ; 3 With fhame, with anguifh, I my crime confefs j 5 Abafh'd, I own my horrid wickednefs : 4 'Gainft thee I've finn'd ; my monftrous guilt thou view'ft, And with immediate vengeance ftricl purfueft ; That man may own impartial juftice thine, And curb their impious tongues 'gainft pow'r divine. 10 5 But ah ! remember, Lord, tho' great my blame, E'en from the womb my firft infection came ; In fin was I conceiv'd, in fin brought forth, And came a vile offender from the birth. 6 While thou, a foul from all contagion free, 1 5 Doft ftill demand, rich in fimplicky, A foul, with wifdom arm'd, with innocence, A foul, unfpotted by the crimes of fenfe. 7 Be thine the glorious work O let me fhew Far purer in thy fight than whiteft fnow. 20 8 With peace, with joy, with gladnefs fill my mind, 'Till my faint limbs their wonted vigour find ; 9 Let not thine eye my mocking guilt furvey, But wafh the filth of all my fins away : io Cleanfe thou my heart, O God, from ev'ry ftain, 25 Renew my foul that flie her health regain ; 1 1 And not in anger turn away thy face, But ftill with thy enliv'ning fpirit blefs : PSALM tii. 55 12 O ftill my hopes of happinefs reftore ; Uphold me Hill, that I may fall no more. gp 1 3 So (hall tranfgrefTors, who thy mercy fee, Forfake their errors, and give praife to thee : 1 4 O free me from the blood I bafely fpilt, cleanfe my foul from her enormous guilt. Then mall my tongue thy tender mercies iing, 35 Thy righteous juftice hymn, all-gracious king. 1 5 Ope then my lips, O Lord, and I will raife My grateful voice, to celebrate thy praife ; 1 6 The offer'd victim thou doft not demand ; The victim elfe fhou'd 'fore thy altar Hand : 40 1 7 Pleas'd with a nobler facrifice thou art j A broken fpirit and a contrite heart. 1 8 Still Sions hill, ftill Salem's walls defend ; Be ftill, O God, thy people's pow'rful friend ; 19 Then pure their ofTrings, pure their hearts mall be, 41 The chafteft vows mall they put up to thee j The fatted goat thy facred fires {hall feed, And the young bullock at thy altar bleed. PSALM til i \T7H Y boaft'ft thou, tyrant, thy high crimes aloud ? V V Our God is ever to the righteous good : 2 Thy guileful tongue (a falmood ev'ry word) More fatal pierces, than the keeneft fword ; 3 Mifchief thou lov'ft, and goodnefs doft defpife, 5 Truth hath thy hate ; thy dear amufement lies 3 4 A Slander, big with ruin, gives thee joy ; 5 Therefore th' avenging God mall thee deftroy, Shall root thee out, that thou be feen no more, While man in vain thy dwelling {hall explore. 10 6 This {hall the righteous view with joyful fear , Smile at thy punimment, and heav'n re\ ? ere. 7 " Lo ! this the man (they'll cry) with impious pride 11 Who brav'd his maker, and his pow'r defied ; " Who his frail riches made his ftrength, and ftrove r 5 " By villain-arts to mate" our Lord above !" 8 For me, I'll, like an olive, flourim long ; I'll in the mercies of my God be ftrong j 1 in his houfe will dwell ; and night and day, The wonders of his mighty arm difplay \ 20 9 His glorious works, his clemency, proclaim, And hail for ever his tremendous name. P S A L M 56 P S J L M LIII, LIV. PSALM LIII. I ftf** H E impious atheift, in his folly proud, I At one almighty being laughs aloud : Corrupt they're all ; from virtue's paths they turn, And in the quenchlefs fires of luft they burn ; Their mocking crimes, their curft impieties, i Demand tremendous vengeance from the fkies. 2 Th' all-high looks down from his etherial throne, To fee, if man his fov'reign pow'r will own ; If yet the fons of earth accept his fway, His name revere, and his dread will obey : ic 3 Ah no ! not one ; they 'gain ft their God confpire, Purfue the dictates of each wild defire, In filthy fcenes of vice their hours employ, And make their mocking crimes their horrid joy. 4 Does then rank frenzy o'er the wicked reign, 1 5 That they fuch hideous blafphemy maintain ; That they my people as their prey devour, And, obftinate, reject almighty pow'r ? 5 Yet fure diftratting fears their hearts fhall wound, And dread alarms their daftard fouls confound ; 20 For God fhall ftrike them with a fore difmay, Shall break their bones, and fcatter them away, With fhame his vengeance has their fteps befet, And death and ruin all around them wait. 6 From Sions hill, O that the Lord wou'd fend 25 His fpeedy aid, and Jacobs fons defend ; Wou'd his own people from their bondage free, And give them back their native liberty ! Then fhou'd the race of J/raef fhout for joy, And their glad tongues in grateful hymns employ. 30 PSALM LIT. 1 PAVE me, my God ; protect me from the foe, O That all may fear, thy name, thy pow'r may know ; 2 Lift to my pray'r j O turn a gracious ear, 3 For ftrangers ftrike my heart with fudden fear ; Againft my peace the fierce oppreiTors rife ; .$, And have not fet thy vengeance 'fore their eyes. 4 But lo ! the Lord's my help ; he'll free my foul ; He'll the vile fchemes of cruel men controul ; 5 By their own impious arts themfelves fhall fall, And in the toils they've laid fhall perifh all. 10 Therefore PSALM ly. 57 6 Therefore to him the folemn vow 1*11 pay, His praife I'll fing, his goodnefs I'll difpla/ ; 7 For he from my diftrefs will fet me free, And give fuccefs againft my enemy. PSALM LK i T\yj"Y earneft pray'r, O heav'nly father, hear, J.VX Nor on thy fuppliant fervant look fevere : z View with what forrows fwells my anguifti'd breafl ; What fatal griefs deny my foul her reft j 3 'Caufe of the malice of oppreflive foes, 5 The bitter hate, with which they've 'gainft me rofe ; The killing flanders on my fame they caft, Their caufelefs fury that will ever laft. 4 Pain'd is my heart, and forely weeps within ; My heart the horrors of the grave hath feen. 10 5 A fudden tremor c a my fyftem falls ; A fudden terror r.iy fad foul appalls ; 6 'Twas then I faid ; " Oh ! cou'd I fly away, " Cou'd to fome lone retreat myfelf convey ; *' O cou'd I wing it like the plaintive dove ? 1 5 " Soon to the defarts, to the woods I'd rove ; 8 '* Swifter than winds I'd fkim the liquid air, " Reach the wild wafte, and feek my folace there." 9 Deftroy them, Lord ; confound each villain-tongue, For range the city violence and wrong ; zo I o Or night or day their mifchiefs never fail ; Their monftrous crimes in ev'ry ftreet prevail ; I I Within her walls each horrid guilt is found ; Rage, av'rice, fraud, deceit, and luft, abound. 12 Had fprung my mis'ries from an open foe, 25 I fhou'd expe£t, and ward againft the blow ; Or if fome mighty tyrant had aflail'd, Myfelf I 'ad 'gainft his violence conceal'd : 1 3 But fay, cou'd I my guardlefs foul defend, When thus afTaulted by my bofom friend ? 30 1 4 One fo belov'd, I ne'er cou'd from him part, But fhar'd with him the fecrets of my heart; With him in focial converfe fpent the day, With him thy temple fought, my vows to pay. ' 15 Let them no more their horrid mifchiefs breathe } 35 O fink them, link them, in eternal death ; Monfters of iniquity from their birth ! Pour, heav'n, thy terrors ; overwhelm them, earth ! I While jS PSALM Lvi. 1 6 While I my God invoke, to end my grief; While from his mercy I receive relief; 40 1 7 At morn, at even, while his name I praife, And fing protecting pow'r in grateful lays. 1 8 Yes ; thou fhalt give me fafety in the war ; In vain their num'rous bands mall they prepare ; In vain fhall threaten ; I'll in thee be bold, 45 The wonderful, th' almighty God of old : No longer fhall they boaft their cruel pow'r ; Their proud relentlefs hearts fhall rage no more. 20 Peace they'll pretend, yet fuddenly invade, Nor heed the folemn treaties they have made ; 50 21 Smoother than milk, than oil, flows ev'ry word, A Yet wounds more deeply than the keeneft fword. 22 But God my hope, my foul will he fuftain ; On him the righteous ne'er rely in vain ; 23 He'll on the wicked dire deftrudtion pour, 55 Them in their youth fhall fudden death devour ; Their fouls of half their days fhall he deprive ; While a long round of years the righteous live. PSALM LVI. 1 T" O ! how my refllefs foes my life purfue f 1 4 With pity, Lord, th' impending peril view ; 2 Many are they, my ruin that defire, And, infolently proud, my death confpire. 3 But, whate'er terrors compafs round my heart, 5 Thou, thou alone my great protector art. 4 Thee will I praife, O God, on thee rely, And all attempts of mortal rage defy ; 5 Yet conftant they detract from what I fpeak, And, to diftrefs me, villainoufly feek ; 10 6 To fecret places they in crouds retreat, And there t' enfnare my guilelefs foul they wait. 7 Shall they efcape, and in their crimes go on ? Rife in thy fearful wrath, and caft them down. 8 My toils thou numb'reft, and thou view'ft my flight ; 15 In thy fair tablet all my tears are writ : 9 Afiur'd I am, that when to thee I cry, Thou wilt aflift. me, and my foes will fly ; 10 Thee will I praife, O God ; in thee I'll truft, And brave the threat'nings of imperious duft ; 20 1 2 Sav'd by thy hand from my deftruclive foes, Thee will I praife, to thee I'll pay my vows ; P S A L M -, xvn, Lvm, 59 1 3 For thou'lt preserve me from the dreary grave, My tott'ring feet, that they not flip, thou'lt fave j Favour'd by thee, long life mall I enjoy ; 25 Long to thy glory 111 that life employ. PSALM LVII. 1 ' I s O thee, good God, I ev'ry blefling owe ; A O hear me now ; thy wonted mercy {hew : Beneath the ihelter of thy wings I'll reft, Till all thefe dreadful ills are overpaft. 2 Thee I'll invoke, thy gracious aid implore, 5 For ne'er was yet with -held thy faving powV. 3 From heav'n malt thou thy kind afliftance fend ; Me mail thy mercy and thy truth defend ; Fruitlefs, my foes their impious flanders dart ; Fruitlefs they aim their mifchiefs at my heart : 10 4 E'en tho' 'mong favage lions, fierce and fell, 'Mongft rav'nous beafts, that vomit fire, I dwell, Whofe tongues than keeneft fwords more fatal are, Whofe teeth wound deeper than the pointed fpear, 5 Do thou, O God, exalt thy glory high ; 1 5 Shew to th' aftonifh'd earth thy majefty. 6 For me their villain-toils they now prepare, My poor afflicted foul they feek t' enfnare ; For me theyVe made a pit in vain they've made ; To the fame pit they are themfelves betray'd. 20 7 Fix'd is my heart ; my heart's refolv'd, O God, To fpread thy praifes and thy name abroad ; 8 Awake, my lyre— -—my pfaltery----my voice At early ,dawn I'll in my God rejoice ; 9 My fong of thee the nations round fhall hear ; 25 Struck with the theme, thy pow'r fhall they revere j I o For to yon tracklefs clouds, yon heav'ns above, Extend thy truth, thy clemency, thy love. I I Do thou, O God, exalt thy glory high ; Beam on the wond'ring world thy majefty. ; 30 PSALM LVIIL 1 \7 E fages, plac'd on judgment's awful feat, j[ Say, is your procefs juft, without deceit ? 2 Ah no ! your hearts in villain-fchemes are ftrong 9 And with the mew of equity you wrong, I 2 E'en 60 P S A L M lix. 3 E'en from your infant-years from truth you ftray'd, 5 And the vile dictates of your hearts obey'd. 4 Beneath your tongues a deadly poifon lies, Your ears you flop, when heav'nly wifdom cries, So the fly afp, when mufic gives th' alarm, Fears, 'tis the magic of fome pow'rful charm. 1 o 6 But thou their teeth, O fov'reign ruler, bruize ; Thy juftice fure the favage race purfues ; 7 They bend the bow, the guiltlefs to deftroy ; O break their fhafts, or let them fruitlefs fly. As 'mid the pebbles flows the flream away, 1 5 So with a fwift deftruttion vanifh they : 8 Yes ; let them melt, as melts the flow-pac'd fnail ; Let death's grim horrid pow'r their fouls aflail ; Yes j vanifh they like an abortive birth, And tread no more with haughty fteps the earth. 20 9 Nor let their ofF-fpring long enjoy the day ; But with thy whirlwinds fweep them quick away ; Let them the fury of thine anger bear, Ere crackling thorns evaporate in air. I o- The righteous fhall thy awful vengeance fee, 25 And own with joy thy glorious equity ; He in their impious blood 1 fhall wafh his feet, And fay, " The juftice of our God is great ; II " That he our actions not indiff'rent views, " But with ftrict vengeance wicked man purfues ; 30 " That he a life of fanc~lity regards, " And with his choiceft gifts that life rewards.'* PSALM LIX. 1 f\ SOVEREIGN father, view my ftubborn foes ; . \J With what relentlefs hate they've 'gainft me rofe ; 2 Around the men of blood my life befet ; O hear, and fhield me from the woes they threat ; 3 Lo ! to entrap me, they their toils have laid, 5 And e'en the mighty join their pow'rful aid ; By me uninjur'd they their fury breathe, And with unbated malice work my death. 5 O Lord Jehovah ! fov'reign ruler, rife, On their malicious efforts caft thy eyes ; 1© Thefe vile tranfgrefTors of thy ftatutes chace, Nor plead thy mercy for the impious race. 6 From early dawn like rav'ning dogs they rage, Whofe famifh'd maws no rapine can afluage ; And PSALM lx. 61 And when the fun his daily talk gives o'er, 15 They fright the peaceful city with their roar. 7 From their vile mouths they caft forth bitter words, Which wound more deeply than the keeneft fwords 5 For blood, for blood, they roam with open cry, And thy omnifcience and thy pow'r defy. 20 8 But thou, O God, not leave me thus forlorn ; Thou view'ft their mad impieties with fcorn ; 9 My ftrong defence art thou, when foes invade, And, patient, will I wait thy mighty aid. 10 Thou wilt prevent me with thy kind relief; 25 Thy pow'rful hand will dilfipate my griefs And, while thou fhalt my ceafelefs foes deftroy, My grateful heart fhall glow with honeft joy. 1 1 Yet, Lord, our ftiield, yet flay them not, left we Forget the gratitude we owe to thee ; 30 But bring their proud, their cruel fpirits, down, And let them wander in a land unknown. 12 And 'caufe their virulent, invenom'd tongues, Were fill'd with falihoods and with killing wrongs, 'Caufe with their horrid oaths they thee defied, 35 Enfnare them, Lord, in their enormous pride. 13 Confume them, O confame them, in thy wrath, Root out their race, and ftrike them all with death ; That the wide earth may know that Jacob's God The juft avenger of the righteous ftood. 40 14 Or, like to rav'ning dogs, from early dawn Around the city let them roam, forlorn ; And when the fun his daily talk gives o'er, For want of food in horrid anguifh roar. 1 5 Yet let them roam, and let them roar in vain ; 45 Nor one poor moriel to relieve them gain : 1 6 While I thy wond'rous pow'r will fmg aloud, At morn will ling the mercies ©f my God ; My God, that made my cruel foes to ceafe, My God, who gave me ftrength and gave me peace. 50 PSALM LX. 1 /~\ F F E N D E D with our crimes, O holy God, K^y Thou'ft caft us off, and fcatter'd us abroad ; Yet Hill thy juft difpleafure, Lord, reftrain, And turn thee to thy chofen race again. % Lo ! thro' thine anger quakes our earth with fear-—— 5 Opes with difmay her fecret ftores appear Clofe 6z PSALM lxi. Clofe up her wounds, her dreadful tremors flay, Confirm her bafe, and all our fears allay : 3 In fad, in wild aftonifhment we fink, And of thy bitt'reft indignation drink. I © 4 But lo ! the Lord hath heard he'll give his aid ; See his bright banners in the heav'ns difplay'd ; 5 The pious fouls that worfhip him, to free ; To give them from their terrors liberty. 6 Gracious he fpeaks, and holy are his words ; I £ (What heav'nly joy his awful voice affords ?) <: Fair Shechems fertile fields thy lot fhall be ; c< I'll mete out Succotfrs lovely vales for thee. 7 " The faithful tribes of Ifrael, ar'n't they mine, " To me confirm'd by fanttions moll divine ? 20 8 " Therefore their fure protedlor I'll be found ; " Therefore for them I'll curb the nations round ; ft I'll lay them all beneath their conqu'ring feet ; " Idume, Moab, Pakjline> fubmit !" 9 Who to yon lofty town the way will fhew ? 25 To Edom\ tow'ring gates our leader who ? 10 Say, wilt not thou, O God, tho' in thy wrath Thou'ft caft us off, and menac'd us with death ? Say, wilt not thou, tho' late thine anger rofe, And thou not lead'ft us 'gainft our haughty foes ? 30 1 1 But now, dread father, thy affiftance give, For vain are human aids, and but deceive : 1 2 Our leader thou, intrepidly we'll fight, We'll conquer and well triumph in thy might, Our leader thou, our haughty foes fhall bleed, 35 And on their proftrate necks we'll joyous tread. PSALM LXI. 1 ALL-CLEMENT God, attend my earneft cry : ,/Y, 2 In diftant lands tho' roam, an exile, I, Thee in my heart's diflrefs will I invoke, Thee will I make my ftrength, my fhield, my rock. 3 A fhelter mofl fecure in thee I've found, § A firm fupport, when cruel foes furround. 4 Therefore beneath thy wings, afTur'd, I'll reft, And feek the temple with thy prefence bleft. 5 For thou my faithful vows haft conftant heard ; For me a noble heritage prepar'd ; 10 To rule the nations who thy laws obey ; To make them happy by my gentle fway. Thou P S A I M *.xn: 63 6 Thou to the king a length of days will give, Thou to a good old age fhalt bid him live. 7 Long in thy houfe that he may fuppliant Hand, 15 Reach forth thy blemngs with a lib'ral hand. 8 Then free from danger, and devoid of fear, My grateful tongue thy mercies fhall declare ; To thee continual anthems I will fing, And hail the glorious God that guards the king, 20 PSALM LXIL x Tt ft Y foul refts only on her mighty God ; 1V1 From him her fafety and her ftrength has flow'd j 2 My rock of refuge he, my fure defence ; Hence, ye vain fears ; ye idle terrors, hence ! 3 Ye fons of mifchief, with weak malice fraught, $ How long will ye indulge each treach'rous thought ! Soon fhall ye be deftroy'd ; ye foon fhall fall, And break to pieces, like a tumbling wall,. 4 Vainly you all your empty efforts try, To ruin him whom God exalts on high ; 10 Vainly you falfe defigning friendfhips feign ; Vain are your lies ; your imprecations vain. 5 Mean while, my foul, reft on thy mighty God ; From him thy fafety and thy ftrength hath flow'd -, £ Thy rock of refuge he, thy fure defence ; *5 Hence ye vain fears ; ye idle terrors hence ! 8 On him, ye people, conftantly rely ; Pour forth your hearts -, he'll not the boon deny. 9 Surely the great, the proudeft potentate, And the poor wretch that mourns his abject ftate, 20 'Fore him are equal; weigh them in the fcales With vanity, and vanity prevails. I o Truft not in wealth, by violence obtain'd ; 'Twill go as fleetly, as 'twas bafely gain'd ; Riches flow in, but make them not your boaft ; 25 Swiftly they wing away, and foon are loft. I I Once God hath fpoke, and twice I've heard him fay, To him alone belongs eternal fway ; 1 2 And I'll avow, and ipeak it all abroad, Juftice and mercy both belong to God, 30 PSALM 64 P S J L M lxiii, lxiv. PSALM LXIII. i 7i /T Y God, at early dawn to thee I'll cry ; JV1 My foul's athirft thy prefence to enjoy; My weak, my languid fyftem thee demands, As afk refrefhing fhovvers the parched lands : 2 Thy pow'r, thy radiant glory to behold, 5 Which in thy houfe thou wonteft to unfold. 3 For fweeter far than length of days to me, Is thy ador'd, thy bleft benignity. 4 Thee will I praife, while lafts this vital frame ; My grateful tongue fhall eccho forth thy name. »o 5 Great the relief I from thy praife receive ; Not choiceft cates fuch fweet refrefhment give. 6 At night I make thy tender love my fong j At morn thy mercies tune my raptur'd tongue. 7 For thou fupport'ft me ever with thy pow'r ; 15 Beneath thy Ihelt'ring wings I reft fecure. 8 Thou art my foul's defire, my heart's bell love ; Thy ftrong right-hand upholds me, as I move : 9 While they, who feek my ruin ftrait fhall go Down to the difmal, dreary fhades below ; 20 10 Soon fhall they perifh by the fatal fword, Their lifelefs limbs by rav'ning wolves devour'd. 1 1 But the glad king, and who their God revere, Shall glory in the name by which they fwear ; Shall boaft the mighty Lord that they adore, 25 While fools in filence fhall their guilt deplore. PSALM LXIF. 1 T\/T Y foes afTault me with relentlefs hate ; J[VA Hear me, my God ; thy favour I intreat. 2 O fave me from the vile infidious fnare, The fecret toils they 'gainft my life prepare. 3 Their tongues are whetted like their pointed fwords ; 5 More deep, than arrows, wound their bitter words : 4 That at the juft in fecret they may aim, And ftrike, fecure, the heart that's free from blame. 5 They, firm in mifchief, lay the private fnare, And, felf-encourag'd, laugh away their fear : 10 6 Mifchief their ev'ry thought, their fole employ, Mifchief they make their folace and their joy. 7 But not from thee can they their crimes conceal ; They foon the arrows of thy wrath fhall feel ; They P SAL M lxv. 65 8 They by their own envenom'd tongues fhall die 1 5 With dread amaze fhall they, that view it, fly, 9 The juftice of an angry God ihall own, And make the terrors of thy vengeance known. 1 o While righteous men, well-grounded in their hope, Shall give their faithful fouls their fulleft fcope, 20 Still truft in thee, and glory in thy name, And hail their gracious God with loud acclaim, PSALM LXV, 1 TN S/Ws facred fane the joyous lay X Thy name attends ; thy favour'd people pay The votive offering, Lord ; the hallow'd blood Flows round thy altar in a purple flood. 2 Propitious, thou our faithful vows doft hear ; 5 To thee fhall fly the fons of men in pray'r. 3 Thy punifhments for fin afflict me fore ; Cleanfe me, my God, and they fhall wound no more. 4 Bleft is the man, whom thou fhalt chufe a friend, And in thy facred temple bid attend I 1 o O glorious lot I O heavenly employ f Thy facred temple fills his foul with joy. 5 The nations tremble with a dread difmay, When thou thy righteous judgments doft difplayj When fall thy terrors on the impious proud, i 5 When crown thy bright rewards the humbly good. 6 Great is thy pow'r when fhatter'd by the ftorm, Thou bid'ft the mountain on her bafe ftand firm. 7 By winds difturb'd, thou ftill'ft the roaring fea, And doft the tumults of the world allay. 20 8 Thy thunder rolls, thy rapid lightnings glare ; The hearts of all are funk in awful fear : Thy fun breaks forth, and gives to nature birth -, Owns thy beneficence the quicken'd earth : 9 Thou pour'ft thy waters on the thirfty foil ; 25 The fatten'd lands reward the ploughman's toil : With fruitful fhow'rs revived thou the fields, And the rich glebe it's golden produce yields : 10 Falls on the ftubborn earth thy pearly dew ; The plains in all their verdant pride we view : 30 11 Or on the ridgey hills, or in the vales, The glad'ning influence of thy pow'r prevails ; I 2 Gaily the herds along thy paftures rove ; Climb the fleep cliff, or range the leafy grove j - K Where'er 66 PSALM lxvi. Where'er they range, fair herbs and flow'rs abound ; 35 Rich affluence covers the enamel'd ground ; Their God, the hills, the plains, the vallies fing, And blefs the bounties of their heav'nly king. PSALM LXVI. 1 'VT'E fcatter'd nations, fing in tuneful lays, X * In loftieft ftrains, your great creator's praife ; 2 Sing, fing the honours of his holy name, Extol his glory, and his pow'r proclaim. 3 With reverence fay, " Thou fov'reign Lord of all, 5 " Who mad'ft yon heav'ns and this terreftrial ball, *' How dread thy pow'r ! beneath thy conqu'ring feet '* Crouch thy proud foes, and to thy rule fubmit : 4 " To thee the earth fhall pious homage pay, " Sing to thy name, thy glorious name difplay." 10 5 Approach, and hear the wonders of our God ; With his ftupendous works the world he aw'd ; 6 He drove the waters from their oozy bed, And on firm ground his favour'd people led ; With joy they view'd their God their feet fuftain ; 15 With joy they walk'd as on a flow'ry plain. 7 O'er all, o'er all, he holds eternal fway, His eyes the nations of the earth furvey ; Hear this, ye wicked, and rebel no more, Left you too late your wretched pride deplore. 20 3 Ye people, blefs the great almighty Lord ; By ev'ry nation be his name ador'd ; 9 Our fouls does he fupport ; in him we live, From him protection in our paths receive. 1 o For thou haft prov'd us, Lord ; our hearts thou'ft tried, 2$ As by the flame the filver's purified ; Our feet haft hamper'd in th' infidious net, Our way with fore diflrefles haft befet. 12 The threat'ning tyrants gall'd us in their wrath ; Thro' fires, thro' mad'ning floods, we' incounter'd death :$o Yet fail thy mercy bad our forrows ceafe ; Again thou'ft given us life, thou'ft giv'n us peace. 1 3 Therefore I'll to thy temple fuppliant go, And pay with gratitude the prcmis'd vow ; 15 The bounding bullock, and the horned ram, 35 1 6 Approach, attend, who your creator fear ; To me his wond'rous goodnefs I'll declare ; Gracious PSALM lxvii, lxviik 67 iy Gracious he heard, when proftrate I implor'd ; (And be the God that hears our pray'rs, ador'd) : 40 1 8 The impious fouls, that not his name revere, Tho' loudly they invoke, he fcorns to hear : 1 9 But me he heard, his mercy not denied, And gave immediate folace, when I cried : 20 Therefore, fince he my finking foul hath rais'd, 45 His honour'd name eternally be prais'd. P S A L M LXVII. 1 1 O R D, on thy people let thy mercy mine, 1 a To us extend thy clemency divine ; 2 That to the world thy goodnefs may be known, That earth thy great beneficence may own ; 3 That thee the realms in joyous fongs adore, 5 And hymning congregations chant thy pow'r. 4 Let ev'ry age exult with pious joy ; Their tongues in praife let all mankind employ ; For thou, of all the fov'reign judge, difplay'il Thy righteous juftice, and with wifdom fway'ft. 10 5 Praife all thy glorious name, all-pow'rful king, And in fublimefl lays thy mercies ling ; 6 For thou ihalt glad our lands with rich increafe 5 With corn, with oil, with wine, the plains thou'lt blefs ; 7 On the whole earth thy bounties thou fhalt pour, 1 5 And all her fons with rev'rence fhall adore. PSALM LXFI1L 1 "1^ I S E, fov'reign Lord, in all thy terrors rife ; J^, Lo ! vile impiety thy prefence flies ; 2 The wicked, lo ! thy prefence fly thro' fear, Like fmoke they vanim into empty air ; Thy vengeance ftrikes them ; they with dread expite, e; And melt like wax diifolving in the fire. 3 Not fo the righteous ; fill'd with pious joy, In loud hofannas they their hours employ : 4 Sing, gracious God, thy great refiftlefs fway, And all the wonders of thy pow'r difplay ; 10 How on thy heav'ns, in thy triumphal car, Thou rid'ft, fupported by the ambient air ; 5 How o'er ungrateful man thy cares extend, The orphans father, and the widow's friend °, K 2 , Hew 68 PSALM lxviii. 6 How thou, ftill to fupply the human race, I 5 With a large iflue crown'ft the chafte embrace ; How, when the fetter 'd captives fue to thee, Benign thou hear'ft, and giv'ft them liberty ; Doft curfe the ftubborn, the rebellious bands, With barren fields, with defolated lands. 2© 7 When Ijraer& favour'd tribes, from bondage freed, Thro' the dry defart, gracious, thou didft lead, 8 Trembled low earth, aftonifh'd at thy pow'r ; The heav'ns above pour'd down their watery (lore ; E'en Sinai's top, at thy dread prefence ftruck, .25 E'en Sinai's tow'ring top, with terror fhook. 5 Parch'd with the drought, when gape the thirfty plains, Thou pour'ft in plenteous fhow'rs thy fruitful rains ; By the glad fhow'rs refrefh'd, the teeming earth Opens her womb, and gives her produce birth ; 30 See the rich fields with ripening herbage gay ; The lofty trees their various fruits difplay ; Thefe bleflings to thy chofen doft thou give, To that juft race, that in thy precepts live. 1 1 When threat'ning kings pour'd forth their num'rous bands, 35 And {truck with horrid fear the trembling lands, Spoke the high God ; his mandate ftrait obey'd The tott'ring matron, and the tim'rous maid. 1 2 The haughty tyrants vaunt their troops in vain ; They turn, they fly, they fall, they ftrew the plain ; 40 The maids, the matrons, to the plunder hie, And blefs the God that gives the viclory ; They hymn his glory in harmonious lays, And tune their harps to celebrate his praife. 1 3 Tho' mid the pots, in fmoke, in filth, ye lie, 45 Ye ftill the dove in beauty fhall outvie ; The dove, whofe wings with pleafure you behold, With filver fpread, her feathers ting'd in gold. 14 Yes ; Salem, that alate in darknefs lay, (Vanquifh'd her pow'rful foes with dread difmay) 50 In fplendor rifes, far above her hope, And thews more fair, than Salmons fnowy top. 1 5 Let Bajhan boaft his head enwrapt in clouds, His fpacious forefts, and his fpreading woods ; Vainly it emulates that facred hill, 55 Where heav'n's all-pow'rful Lord delights to dwell ; 17 E'en he, of human race the fire, the friend, Whom thoufand thoufand cherubims attend \ Whom PSALM lxviii. 69 "Whom thoufand thoufand glitt'ring cars await ; Whether to Sinai's height he rides in ftate ; 60 Whether his prefence does the temple grace, To him up-rear'd by his peculiar race ; 1 8 Whether, triumphant o'er rebellious foes, Aloft to yon bright realms above he goes : His ftubborn foes in captive chains are led ; 65 His conqu'ring arm, fo late defpis'd, they dread ; They own him now the univerfal king, And to his hallow'd fane their victims bring, 1 9 Prais'd be the mercies of our fov'reign God, Who 'as daily bleflings on our lives beftow'd ! 70 20 Our great falvation thou ; in thee we breathe -, 'Tis thou that giv'ft, and faveft us from, death ; 2 1 Thou wound'ft the rebel's head ; by thee he dies ; With his black blood his vital fpirit flies. 22 But to thy tribes bleft mercy doll: thou mew ; 7$ Safe thou protett'ft them from the cruel foe ; Thou thro' the deep again wilt clear the way, As erfl thou lead'ft. us thro' the wond'ring fea ; 23 That they their feet may dip in royal gore, And e'en their dogs their carcafes devour. 80 24 They, who with revVence to thy temple go, The folemn triumphs of our God (hall know ; 25 Shall view the vocal choir, thy praife that fmg, That tune the harp, and itrike the trembling ftring j With raptur'd hearts ihall hear the virgin -throng, S5 With their harmonious timbrels join the fong. 26 In joyous fhouts the glad affemblies rife, And raife thy wond'rous glories to the fkies : 27 The fons of Benjamin the concert join, The noble youths ofjudafrs royal line; .90 The valiant chiefs oiZebulun are there, The chiefs of Napthali, renown'd in war : 28 Chiefs, who, with fortitude infpir'd by thee, Fought bravely, and were crown'd with vi&ory, 29 By them fubdued, the kings around attend 95 Thy temple, and afore thy altar bend : 30 The hoftile bands, that on their prowefs flood, The haughty chieftains, whofe delight was blood, Rebellious when they prov'd, didft thou fubmit, And mad'ft them lay their laurels at thy feet. 1 00 31 To thee their tribute Egypt's princes pay, And diftant ^Ethiopia owes thy fway ; Thy 70 P S J L M lxix. 32 Thy praife the kingdoms of the earth mail fing ; Yes j hail, ye nations, your eternal king, 33 In heav'n who rules, with glory bright array 'd, 105 Whofe mighty voice all nature hears with dread ; 34 Hail him, the God, who gives in war fuccefs ; Whofe watchful cares o'er Ifrael never ceafe ; Who is his people's firm fupport and flay ; Whofe pow'rful ftrength yon low'ring clouds difplay j no Whofe prefence in his temple ftrikes with fear ; Hail him, ye nations, and his name revere. PSALM LXIX. 1 TTJ E N I G N O hear me ; fave me, gracious God ; lJ Sinks my fad foul in grief's o'erwhelming flood ; 2 In the deep mire my feet unfirmly tread ; The threat'ning billows compafs round my head ; 3 My faplefs jaws are fhrunk with conftant cries ; 5 Deny their wonted aid my weaken'd eyes ; 4 Far more in number than my countlefs hair, The foes that bear me ceafelefs hatred, are ; Each day in number ftill thefe foes increafe, And on my rights with ravenous hand they feize. 1© 5 Thou know'fl, O Lord, my innocence of heart ; A witnefs to my guilelefs foul thou art ; 6 Let not my woes affect the good with fhame, Who know I'm wretched, 'caufe I love thy name. 7 For thee I've borne this mis'ry, this difgrace, 1 5 For thee dilhonour overfpreads my face. 8 My brothers ihun me, and my prefence fly My mother's fons, as if an alien I. 9 With zeal I burn, to fee thy hallow'd houfe Profan'd, to hear defpis'd the folemn vows : 20 From their vile mouths the blafphemies that fall, With bitt'reft anguifh wring my tortur'd foul. 10 I weep, I fail, or feed upon my tears, While they, infulting, mock my pious cares ; 1 1 In humbling fackcloth when my limbs are clad, 25 A tale, a proverb, and a jeft, I'm made : 1 2 The beggars at the gate my mis'ries flout, And I'm the fmg-Jong of the drunken rout. 1 3 But tho' thro' grief I feel a ftrong decay, Thee ftill, dread father, will I make my ftay ; 3© I'll on thy juflice, on thy love depend, For thou art ever to the good a friend. O PSALM lxix, 7* 1 4 O free me, free me, from this miry clay ; O chace my caufelefs, cruel foes away ; 15 My foul, from linking in the waters, keep ; 35 O fave me from the horrors of the deep. 1 6 Hear me, my God ; thy mercy's ftill the fame, And in that mercy I protection claim. 1 7 On thee relying, I to thee have pray'd, Turn not thy face, but grant a timely aid : 40 1 8 Propitious come ; redeem my finking foul ; The horrid counfels of my foes controul. 1 9 Thou know'ft, O God, the infamy, the fhame, From them I've fuffer'd, 'caufe I love thy name : 20 Griev'd my pain'd heart ; yet none wou'd fhare my grief, 4$, No friend confol'd me, or wou'd give relief. 2 1 For food I afk'd ; they mix'd with gall my meat ; For drink, and aconite they 'fore me fet ; 2z O be their tables to themfelves a fnare j O turn their plans for peace to fatal war, 50 23 Darken their eyes, that they no longer fee ; Weak be their loins ; their bodies languid be : 24 On them the fury of thine anger pour ; Bear they thy vengeance, till they breathe no more ; 25 Their homes with no inhabitant be bleft, 55 And in their tents let rav'ning beftials reft ; 26 For they've infulted thofe who feel thy wrath ; And with their taunts have wounded, worfe than death ; zy Crime let them add to crime, that they mayn't know The bleft effects that from thy mercy flow : 60 28 Their impious names let not life's volumes hold ; And with the righteous be they not enroll'd. 29 But poor, afflicted, indigent am I ; Raife me, O God, and fet me fafe on high ; 30 Then I in honour of thy name will iing, 65 And to thy glory fit the trembling firing. 3 1 More grateful this, than if th' attoning blood Of horned victim on thy altar flow'd. 32 This mall the- humble fee with pious joy, And in glad praife their faithful hearts employ. 70 3 3 For hears the Lord the poor ; he'll not defpife His pray'r, who for his name in bondage fighs. 34 Praife him, O earth and feas and heav'ns above \ And all in earth, in fea, in air, that move ; Sion he'll fave, and Judab\ cities build 75 So ftrong, that not to force, to time, they'll yield ; Her ?j yz PSALM lxx, lxxi. 36 Her fertile lands his people fhall enjoy, And leave them to their off-fpring when they die ; Their off-fpring, who, like them, fhall long poffefs, While him they ferve, their rich domains in peace. 80 PSALM LXX. 1 fl I * O thee, in my diftrefs, I proftrate fall ; \ Bleft father, aid me, for on thee I call ; 2 Let fliame, let dire difhonour, them confound, Who by infidious fnares my foul wou'd wound ; When calls the trumpet's fprightly found to arms, 5 Strike thou their hearts, O God, with dread alarms ; 3 That they may to their coward-terrors yield, Turn bafely back, and trembling fly the field. 4 While they, who truft in thee, thy laws who love, Their grateful fouls in joyous anthems prove, 10 Thy mercies to the righteous magnify, And raife their maker's praifes to the fky. 5 Poor tho' I am, tho' mifery is mine ; Yet have I folace in thy aid divine ; My great deliverer thou ; my ftrength, my flay ; 1 5 O difTipate my griefs -, nor make delay. PSALM LXXI. 1 T N thee, all-clement God, my hopes I place ; X O never let thy fervant know difgrace ; 2 But hear ; thy kind indulgent mercy fhew, And bid thy juflice free me from the foe : 3 My rock, my fortrefs, my falvation, thou ; 5 Hope of my youth, and object of my vow, To thee I fly, as to a fure defence, To thee, bleft guardian of my innocence ; Caufe thou the fchemes of cruel men to fail ; Nor let their efforts 'gainft my peace prevail. 10 6 To me thy mercies have been always great ; Thofe mercies oft I gratefully repeat ; How from my birth thy goodnefs thou haft fhewn,. How from my infant-years thou'ft led me on. 7 Now of derifion I an object prove j 1 5 Yet ftill my certain refuge is thy love ; 8 Therefore, while glads the radiant fun the day, Thine honour I, thy goodnefs will difplay. PSALM lxxii. 73 9 Of impious foes proteft me from the rage, And not forfake me in my feeble age : 20 1 o Conftant their fecret mifchiefs they prepare, And greatly hope, they fhall my life enfnare : n" His God denies him aid ; he's ours (they cry) " Now feize him, take him, and the wretch deftroy.'* 1 2 But thou, O God, thy kind affiftance lend, 25 Baffle their hopes, and my poor foul defend ; 1 3 With vile difhonour and with fhame meet they, To certain ruin who'd my fteps betray ; Infatuate thou their fchemes, their hearts confound, Who make it all their joy my foul to wound, 30 1 4 For in thy mercy I will ever hope, I'll praife the bounteous God that rais'd me up ; 1 5 Thy love unmerited I'll daily fing, And to thy glorious name attune the firing ; 1 6 Extol the pow'r, that gives me ftrength in war, 3$ And thy ftricl: juflice faithfullv declare. 1 7 My youth thou'ft guided in tne perfect road, Nor have I prov'd ungrateful to my God. 1 8 Now then, when age with all it's ills opprefs, Now not defert me in my deep diftrefs ; 40 That I to nations yet unborn may fing The pow'r, the mercy, of my heav'nly king. 19 Thy juftice, Lord, afcends yon heav'ns above; O dread creator, who like thee can prove ? 20 True ; thou didft plunge me in the depths of grief, 45 But foon thy mercy gave my foul relief: 2 1 Pow'r, wealth and honour, foon didft thou fupply, And gav'ft me peace and happinefs t' enjoy.' 2 2 Therefore my pfalt'ry and my harp difplay Thy truth, 6 Ifraels God, from day to day ; 50 23 Therefore my foul, by thee redeem'd from woe, In ardent praife her gratitude fhall mew ; 24 Therefore thy righteous a£ts fhall fill my tongue ; The juftice of my God my conftant fong; Who on my foes did dire deftrudtion pour, 5^ My foes, who fought his fervant to devour. PSALM LXXII. 1 T E T me, good God, my righteous fuit obtain ; % j Impartial o'er my people let me reign j And for my fon (O hear a father's pray'r) Some portion of thy juftice let him ihare ; L Bv 74 t i> a l m Lxxir. 2 By equal laws thy favour'd nations fway, 5 Nor turn from pleading poverty away. 3 Then mall the hills exalt their heads in peace ; The woods and plains mail heav'n-bom juflice. blefs. 4 With equity the injur'd let him hear, While hard opprefTors his refentment fear. 1 o Safe let the poor to his protection fly, Afiur'd, that he'll immediate aid fupply : 5 That, while the beamy fun ihall gild the day, And the pale moon mines forth with borrow'd ray, The ages yet to come may dread thy pow'r, 1 $ Thy will revere, thy glorious name adore. 6 Down from above return the heav'n-born maid, And o'er the nations all her influence fhed ; As from thy goodnefs falls the fleecy rain, And fpreads a glorious plenty o'er the plain. 20 7 His fceptre let the virtues all attend ; Prove to the virtuous he a Heady friend ; Long let them flourifh, while celeflial peace Their fouls with all her balmy fweets mall blefs. 8 Extend his wide domains from fea to fea, 25 While only earth's own bounds confine his fway. 9 Be his vaft JEthiopias defart land ; Own all his foes fubmiflive his command ; Bow at his awful feet, and grace implore, Their heads with humbling afhes cover'd o'er. 30 10 To him their gifts the world's high mailers bring, Tarfus* proud prince, Arabia's haughty king j And all the monarchs of the ifles, whofe bounds Old ocean with his ftormy floods furrounds. 1 1 'Fore him fall all that have imperial fway j 35 Him all the nations of the globe obey. 1 2 May he the wretched in their mis'ries aid, 1 3 And free the poor, when cruel foes invade ; 14 From fraud, from violence, their fouls protect, And to their urgent plea have due refpe6t. 4® 1 5 Crown'd with bright glory, long may he furvive, And Sbebas yellow tribute long receive ; For him his people long put up their pray'rs, And blefs the influence of his royal cares. 1 6 May e'en the defart hills their harvefts yield, 45 (Their fterile tops with golden plenty fill'd) The tow'ring corn it's waving ears fliall fliew, As high on Lebanon the cedars bow While PSALM lxxiii. .o While o'er the city fpreads a numerous race, As o'er the verdant plains the fpiry grafs. 50 17 Long may the glories of his name endure ; His mem'ry laft, till time itfeif 's no more ; His people, bleft in him, as he in them, Him equally their prince and father deem. 18 Praife, might and majefty, to IfraePs God, 55 Who iheds his gracious bounties, all abroad ; 1 9 Eternal honours wait upon his name ; Praife him, ye fons of men, with loud acclaim ; O'er the wide world his glorious name be ihewn, And fall the nations proftrate 'fore his throne. 6© PSALM LXXIII. 1 TT I S mercies to the good will heav'n enfure, JL X To all whofe hands are clean, whofe hearts are pure : 2 And yet how nigh I 'ad from my duty ftray'd, When I the counfels of his wifdom weigh'd ? 3 Mad was my heart, when I the wicked faw, 5 Who made their impious wills their only law ; When I beheld them of their pow'r poflefl, With health, with peace, with profp'rous fortunes bleft. 4 Vig'rous and ftrong, the paths of life they tread, Fear not mifchance, nor death's grim horrors dread. 16 5 The anxious cares that other men deprefs, The killing griefs that righteous fouls diftrefs, Are never theirs ; in happy eafe they live, Flow in their joys, and have not learn'd to grieve. 6 Therefore with infolence, with pride they fwell, 15 No pangs for injur'd innocence they feel, But violence and rapine make their joy, And call it wond'rous glory, to defrroy. 7 Fill'd are their garners, countlefs is their ftore ; Yet their infatiate fouls ftill thirft for more : 20 More ftill they have how fair their lots are caft ! More than their wanton luxury can wafte. 8 Corrupt their hearts, oppreffion's all their thought; With vaft ideas of themfelves they're fraught ; Proud is their fpeech, and lofty are their eyes ; 25 9 Still higher in their monftrous guilt they rife ; Not with their infults on the world content, 'Gainft heav'n's high Lord their blafphemies they vent. 1 With fouls aftonifh'd this the righteous view ; See, ever-itreaming tears their cheeks bedew ! 30 L 2 " Surely y6 PSALM lxxiii, 1 1 " Surely (they cry) our glorious God is juft ; " Will he not punifh fuch imperious dull ? 12 " If fuch profperity the wretch attends, " Whofe daring blafphemy high heav'n offends ; " If wealth, if honours, to the impious flow, 35 u Who fuch confummate infolence dare fhew ; 13" Vainly our hearts weVe cleans'd from ev'ry ftain, " We've wafh'd our hands in innocence in vain. 1 4 " Why fuch continued anguifh do we bear ? " Why guard our attions with fuch fruitlefs care r" 40 15 But foon thefe wild furmifes I reftrain'd ; Soon my complaining heart with awe I rein'd ; Left 'gainft my God I lhou'd have guilty been, And judg'd his conduct with the fons of men. 1 6 Yet anxious ftill, the latent caufe I fought ; 45 Still the amazing fcene employ'd my thought ; Fruitlefs my fearch I no relief cou'd find - 3 A gloomy darknefs clouded ftill my mind. 1 7 When to thy temple, Lord, I bent my way ; There on my foul thou beam'd'ft a fudden day ; 50 No more thy favours to the wicked wound ; Their fad, their fatal end I ftraitway found. 18 I faw on what a flipp'ry height they flood, How vain the wealth that conftant to them flow'd ; What poor fupport 'twou'd prove, when o'er their head 55 Thou fhou'dfl; the terrors of thy vengeance fpread. 1 9 How in a moment are they all deftroy'd ! How are their honours and their riches void ! 20 Like a mere fleeting dream at night they are ; Awhile they ftrike our fouls with doubt, with fear ; 60 But when our God awakes, the terror's o'er, And they're defpis'd, who ftruck with dread before. 21 This 'fore I knew, what gloomy thoughts did roll Within my breaft ? what anguifh pain'd my foul ? zz Stupid and dull, I like a brute became, 65 Clouded with ignorance, and funk in fhame. 23 But now, fupported by thy pow'rful hand, Now that thy fecret will I underftand ; z\ Thro' thy propitious influence I revive, And in thy glory humbly hope to live. 70 25 Whom have I, gracious God, in heav'n but thee ? On earth, who mates thy love, thy clemency ? 26 Broke was my anguifh'd heart j my fpirits fail'd, And a dead numbnefs o'er my frame prevail'd. Thou P S A h M lxxiv.' 77 Thou with new vigour didft my foul infpire, 75 And gav'ft my plaining heart her full defire. 27 While on the wicked thy dread judgments fall, And they, who thee defpife, mall perifh all •, 28 Thy will I'll follow thou, my only flay, Oft to my foul thy goodnefs didft difplay ; So Bleft with thy love ; from doubt, from danger free, Continual anthems will I iing to thee. PSALM LXXIT. 1 TT O W long, O Lord, will thy dread anger hold ? AX How long fhall rav'ning wolves devour thy fold ? 2 Remember, Lord, the purchafe thou haft made, The tribes, redeem'd from bondage by thy aid, The bleft inheritance thou call'dft thy own, 5 The hill of Sion, where thou'ft fiVd thy throne. 3 Arife, juft God, reftrain the mad'ning foe, That with fuch impious pride and fury glow ; That, infolent and blafphemoufly vain, Thy hallow'd temple with their hands profane. 1 © 4 Sounds the fhrill trumpet, and the nations roar, Not they who thee with humble hearts adore ; But thofe thy foes, that vile rebellious race, Who on thy facred tow'rs their ftandards place, 5 Wild with fuccefs, they range the city round, i£ They raze thy hallow'd temple to the ground ; The dread tremendous ruin, as it falls, Hark ! the dire crufh ! our finking hearts appalls. So fall, when conquer'd by redoubled ftrokes, Down the fteep mountain's fide the tumbling oaks. 20 6 They all it's glorious ornaments deftroy ; Beetles and bars their cruel hands employ ; 7 View the whole fabrick, circled round with flame, The fabrick facred to thy holy name. 8 Fully refolv'd, they to each other fay, 25 " Be this to Salem's pride the final day ; " 'Bove other towns no longer let her foar ; " Fate threats her now, and fhe fhall rule no more/' 9 Mean while, no figns of thy affiftance ; we, No infpir'd prophet, to confole us, fee ; 3O- Not one, who e'en a ilender hope can give, That thou thy wretched people wilt relieve. 10 How long, good God, fhall our infulting foes pport with thy people, and illude their woes ; Ho^ P S A L M LXXIV. How long wilt thou permit them to blafpheme, 35 With their reproachful taunts, thy facred name ? 11 Ah ! why from us thy mighty hand withdrawn ? Ah ! why thy once-lov'd tribes left fo forlorn ? 1 2 Of old our leader thou, our guide haft been ; For us thy wond'rous works all earth hath feen : 40 1 3 At thy command retir'd the foamy fea, And with a double wall fecur'd our way ; Then back at thy command obedient flows, And with her furges overwhelms our foes. 1 4 The haughty tyrant, infolent and vain, 45 Fierce as the wildeft monfters of the main, Sunk in her waves, and on the defart fhore Was toft, for rav'nous vultures to devour : 15 Thou fpak'ft hard rocks a plenteous ftream fupply ; Thou fpak'ft the rivers leave their channels dry. 50 1 6 Thine is the day, O God, and thine the night ; The fun thou gilddft with his beamy light ; 1 7 Thou keep'fttthe mad'ning fea within her bounds : The earth thou ftrengtrfneft with her rocky mounds f When rages winter with his horrid train, 55 Thou ftill with fuited warmth reviv'ft the plain ; When fcorches fummer with it's fultry heat, Thou fann'ft the air, and giv'ft a cool retreat. 1 8 And wilt not thou remember the difgrace, Which caft the wicked on thy faithful race ? 60 Wilt thou forget the mocking blafphemies, Wherewith thy name tremendous they defpife ? 1 9 From their big infults free thy plaintive dove, The once-bleft objeft of almighty love ; Hear thy afflicted people, once thy boaft, 65 Nor in oblivion let their cries be loft : 20 O call that holy covenant to mind, Which with moft folemn fan&ions thou didft bind : For dreadful, dreary darknefs fhades our head, And cruelty around, and rapine fpread. 70 21 O let not they, that love thy facred name, The indigent, th' oppreft, return with mame. 22 Arife, almighty Lord ; thy pow'r exert ; Thine is the injur'd's caufe ; their caufe afTert : With rage befotted, lo! the impious croud 75 Speak 'gainft thy pow'r their blafphemies aloud. 23 Forget not, Lord, their vile opprobious tongues, Their bic impieties, their ceafelefs wrongs ; * Still, PSALM lxxv. 79 Still, ftill their monftrous villainies increafe, And with relentlefs hate they ftill opprefs. Sp PSALM LXXT. i I |"^ O thee, O God, in fongs of joy we'H raife J[ The tuneful voice, and celebrate thy praife \ Thy great, thy wond'rous mercies we'll proclaim, And iing the glories of thy holy name. 2 " When comes th' appointed time to judge the earth, § " I'll call (fays God) my winged council forth, " And. on that folemn, that tremendous day, " 'Fore them my righteous juftice I'll difplay. 3 " And at my prefence thb' this earth diflblve, " Tho' dreadful fears her guilty fons involve, 1 6 " Yet firm I'll fix her in her wonted fpace, " Strengthen her pillar, and confirm her bafe." 4 Ye fenfelefs fools, how oft have I in vain Warn'd you, your wretched follies to refrain ? How oft, to leave the fatal road you trod, 1 5 Nor take up impious arms againft your God ? 5 Say, whence this ftiff-neck'd, felf-wiU'd frenzy fprings 5 Whence this rebellion 'gainft the king of kings ? On what frail feeble hopes have ye relied, That thus you raife your crefts with haughty pride ? 20 6 For not the raging north, nor rofy eaft, Nor yet the rainy forth, or ruddy njoeft, Can give you wealth, or fix you on a throne : 7 That fov'reign pow> pertains to God alone ; 'Tis he that raifes from the duft the poor ; 25 'Tis he brings down the haughty fpirit low'r. 8 For lo ! a flowing cup his hand divine Extends, a cup that glows with purple wine ; Mix'd with a deadly poifon is the draught ; 'Fore him earth'* trembling, guilty fons are brought; 30 Lo ! to the wicked is the potion fet ; The wicked quaff perdition is their fate. 10 By me, all nations, and all ages, hear The God of Jacob thus his will declare \ 1 ! " Of impious men, that have my pow'r defied, 35 " With fearful vengeance I'll confound the pride 1 " The humbly good, that in affliction figh, ^ I'll crown with bright rewards, and raife them high." PSALM So * P S A L M lxxvi, lxxvii. PSALM LXXVI. i f ■ "* O fancied gods while all the nations bend, J^ Our faithful tribes th' almighty Lord attend ; In Judah is his pow'r, his glory known ; 2 Sa/em's his temple, Sion is his throne. 3 'Twas here he broke the fword, the (haft, the fpear ; 5 And all the deadly implements of war. 4 What bright majeftic terror round him fhone, When he earth's mighty tyrants tumbled down ? 5 Struck by his powV, they fell an eafy prey j Sunk in eternal deep their eyes, they lay. 1 o 6 Vain was the chariot, ufelefs was the fteed ; Trembled at Kis rebuke their hearts with dread. 7 And juft their fear, for who his wrath can (land ? Who dare the thunder of his vengeful hand ? 8 Did not, when he, in majefty array'd, 15 Came down, propitious, to his fervant's aid r Did not high heav'n the awful fentence hear ? Was not tlT aftonifh'd earth ftruck mute with fear ? j o His punifhments, that on oppreflbrs fall, Rejoice the good, the impious foul appall. zo 1 1 Ye tribes, that round his facred temple dwell, Your victims offer, and his praifes tell ; 1 2 Vow to your God, who, dreadful in his wrath, Humbles the haughty monarchs of the earth. P S A L M LXXVIL i f ■'* O thee, O Lord, I made my humble pray'r, X Thee I implor'd, and gracious thou didft hear. 2 To thee alone in my diftrefs I pray'd, With dreadful ills when I was fore difmay'd ; To thee the live-long night held up my hands, 5 Nor wou'd receive the folace of my friends. 3 On thee alone relying, thee I chofe, To heal my heart, to diflipate my woes ; My foul with deep, with bitter anguifh pain'd, To thee I therefore heavily complain'd. 1 o 4 And well might I complain, for fleep no more Wou'd o'er my eyes exert his healing pow'r ; Tho' on my limbs a heavy ftupor hung, And my continued anguiih c'hain'd my tongue. j; 'Twas then my mind revolv'd my former days, 1 5 When thee I fung in fweet harmonious lays ; My PSALM lxxviii. £jj 6 My grateful praifes on the tuneful lyre, The hymns of joy thy mercies did infpire ; With thefe ideas long my foul was fraught, And thus wou'd I indulge the penfive thought : zq j " Ah ! will th' all-high make me no more his care h " Shall I no more his gracious goodnefs fhare ? 8 " Ah ! will his mercy now no more prevail, " And is it poflible his truth mould fail ? 9 " Has he his great beneficence forgot ? 2$ " Will dire refentment bring his love to nought ?" io Soon I repented of the vain furmife ; Thy ways of old I fet before my eyes, The ever-gracious deeds thy hand had done, The various mercies thou hadft conftant fhewn ; 30 1 2 The griefs, the dangers, thou hadft chae'd away, The quick relief thou gav'ft without delay. 1 3 Yes ; fov'reign ruler, I thy juftice fee ; For truth, for mercy, who is like to thee ? 14 To the whole earth the wonders of thy pow'r ■ 35 Shew'd thee the univerfal governor. 15 When ftruck proud Pharaoh with a dread alarm Thy favour'd tribes, them, by thy mighty arm, 1 6 Didft thou redeem ; thy arm the waters faw, The troubled depths, and they beheld with awe. 4P 1 7 The heavy clouds obey'd thy great command, And delug'd with their watery ftores the land 5 1 8 Fell thy deftroying hail, thy thunders roar'd ; Their rapid fires thy forky lightnings pour'd. 19 And when thy people Pharaoh\ fury fled ; 45 When Mofes and his facred brother led Them thro' the deep, and ftrait purfued the foe j Back on the hoftile bands the waters flow ; Fain they'd retreat ; but their attempts are vain j Sudden they perifh in th 1 o'er-whelming main : 50 While, as his fleecy care the fliepherd leads, Thou guid'ft them thro' the fea ; the fea recedes 5 Stood on a heap the fea at thy command j Secure they pais, and joyful reach the ftrand. P S A L ' M LXXniI. 1 XT E fons of Ifrael, faithful tribes, attend ; i A lift'ning ear to thefe my numbers lend ; 2 My flowing numbers marvels fhall unfold, Which were in parables conceal'd of old ; M Which' U PSALM lxxviii. 3 Which from our ancient fathers we have known ; r 4 Which fhall to late pofterity be {hewn : Yes ; I, no fimple bard, whom heav'n infpires (E'en now my foul celeftial tranfport fires !) I will the wonders of th 1 Almighty ling, The pow'r, the praifes, of our God, our king. i o 5 For, when he made with Abrhatns favoured line A league, confirm'd by fan&ions moll divine, Them his peculiar people when he chofe, This, his determin'd will, he did impofe, That they his law, the wonders he had done, 1 5 For ever to their after-race make known ; 7 That, mindful of his mercies and his word, Firmly they might rely upon their Lord ; The ftatutes, that he had ordain'd, obferve, And never from his dread commandments fwerve : 20 S Never, like their rebellious fathers, prove Ingrate and ftubborn to almighty love ; Never, like them, diftruft his gracious pow'r, But wait his mercy, and his name adore. 9 Ye fons of Ephraim, why, when ftrongly arm'd 25 With bow, with fpear, fo dreadfully alarm'd ? Why fly your foes in the embattl'd field ? Why, when the fight began, fo bafely yield ? I o Alas ! the facred cov'nant they 'ad forgot, Their God's moll holy law regarded not ; 3© I I Forgot the wonders of his mighty hand, 1 2 His glorious atts in Egypt" 1 * idol-land j His glorious acts, that all their fathers faw, That ftruck proud Pharaoh's harden'd heart with awe. 1 3 He for their paflage made the fea divide ; 3 5 Her waves a rampier form'd on either fide ; 1 4 With a dun cloud he led them in the day ; By night a ilream of fire directs their way ; 15 In the dry defart, fainting and athirft, They cried his ears their piteous plainings pierc'd. 40 He from the rock his plenteous ftreams beftow'd, The rock he fmote, and pour'd a limpid flood. 1 7 Yet {till they finn'd againft his fov'reign pow'r, And by their faithlefs murmurs vex'd him fore : 1 8 Dar'd in their thanklefs hearts to tempt their God, 45 And a&'d with higheft infolence for food. 1 9 Great was their blafphemy, when thus they faid ; " In the lone defart can he furnifh bread I " True; PSALM lxxviii. 2} 20 " True ; in our need the veiny rock he fmote, " And in full torrents gufh'd the waters out. 50 c < Food to fupply, is fure beyond his pow'r, " And where of bread, of flefh, his fecret ftore ?" 2 1 This heard the Lord, and ftrait his anger rofe ; With dread refentment 'gainft his tribes he glows • 22 'Caufe they, tho' fuch great mercies they'd receiv'd, 55 Still wanted faith, nor in his power believ'd. 23 Yet did he open ftrait the doors of heav'n ; 24 Above their hopes, celeftial food was giv'n ; In plenteous ihow'rs th' ambrofial manna fell, Meats, that did far all earthly cates excel. 60 25 O bleft refult of clemency divine ! Meats, fuch as angels eat, he gave, benign ; 26 He drove the eaji wind from the fields of air, And bad the fouth his flaggy wings prepare ; 27 The fouth obey'd, and pour'd a feather'd flood, 65 Birds of the richeft flavour for their food. O'er the aftonifli'd camp in heaps they lay, Thick as the fcatter'd fand along the fea, 29 And now they are with heavenly cates replete ; 30 Yet ftill their lufts continue, while they eat, 70 31 E'en while they eat, the God, that's ever juft, Made them the victims of their wretched luft ; In his dread fury on the camp he flew, And the moll valiant of their chieftains flew. 32 Yet vain th' inflictions of his vengeance prov'd ; 75 Nor yet his great beneficence remov'd 30 Their horrid guilt -at length, provok'd, their God With all his rage and all his fury glow'd, Their vitals with a dread diftemper ftruck, Their wounded fouls with all his horrors fhook. 8q 34 Driv'n, by his vengeance, him they own'd their Lord, His pow'r ackhowledg'd, and his help implor'd ; 35 Own'd, they fubfifted by his mighty aid, That he redeem'd them, and their foes difmay'd. 36 Yet this they only with their lips confeft ; 2$ Convi&ion cou'd not reach their harden'd breaft 1 37 Their vile demeanour, not their hearts, they chang'd, Their hearts from his bleft ftatutes ftill eftrang'd. 38 Still he in mercy wou'd their crimes forgive ; Still in his favour he wou'd let them live ; go Full oft his fearful anger he forbore, And did, to health, to peace, their fouls reftore - 3 M z For $4 PSALM lxxviii." 39 For he confider'd them of mortal birth, That they were flill but quicken'd lumps of earth j Or empty fhadows of a fummer's day, e^ That, like a fleeting wind, port fwift away, 4.0 And yet how oft ungrateful did they prove To all the efforts of his tender love ; 41 Meafur'd almighty flrength by their fhort line, And, obflinate, denied his pow'r divine ! ico 42 Their great deliv'rance they remember'd not, Soon they the mercies of his arm forgot ; For them how he fhipendous wonders wrought, And 'gainfl Egyptian rage their battles fought. 44 How with infected flreams their rivers flow'd, 1 05 Their limpid waters ting'd with filthy blood : 45 Range o'er_ their dwellings* the devouring fly, And marfhy frog, their palaces annoy ; 46 The locufls and deflruclive beetles fwarm Around their fields, and do them dreadful harm : 119 47 Their vines are ruin'd by the beating hail, And o'er their trees the Mailing frofts prevail : 48 His hail deflroys the cattle of the plain, And all their flocks are by his thunder flain : 49 Dread in his wrath, he all his vengeance pourM, 1 1 5 Full on their heads his indignation roar'd ; In heavier!: trouble, in diitrefs they lay. And in-born furies on their vitals prey. >o Stalks death around, in all his horrors clad, And beafl and man devouring plagues invade. 1 20 5 1 Hark ! what fad moans ! what unavailing cries I The favour'd fon, the father's darling, dies ! Joy of his years, and heir to his domain ! He dies ; and mourns parental love in vain ! 52 Mean while, as leads the fwain his woolly care, 121 Our God did for his tribes their way prepare ; 53 Fearlefs, they went ; and joyful reach the fhore, While the returning waves their foes devour. C4 Safely he brought them to the facred hill, That holy mount where chofe himfelf to dwell ; 130' 55 For them the impious nations chac'd away, And made their fertile lands his people's prey. 56 Yet flill provoking, they their God defied, Defpis'd his flatutes, and his patience tried ; 57 Juil like their fathers they rebellious prov'd, 135 And from the even path of duty rov'd ; Like PSALM lxxvjiu 85 Like a deceitful bow they turn'd, and foon Their wonted blafphemy and crimes begun. 58 Their Lord eternal they no more obey'd, But after gods, that were not gods, they ftray'd 1 140 On each high hill their adorations pay To images of brafs, of {tone, of clay. 59 This faw th' Almighty, and his anger rofe ; He now abhorr'd the people he had chofe j 60 Them of his glad'ning prefence he bereft, 14 c; And his own altar, his dear Shilob, left : 61 His hallow'd ark no more in Judab ftands, Whence beam'd his glorious light to diftant lands ; The facred monument of his people's peace, Pledge of his awful law, the foes poffefs. 150 62 His people war with her fell train deilroys, While with regardlefs ears he hears their criefs. 63 Their luiiy youth are by the flames devour'd ; Fall their hoar priefis by th 1 unrelenting fword ; No more the nuptial bed, the virgin-throng 155 Expecl, or join the hymeneal fong ; No more the widows for their conforts figh, And in the grave they unlamented lie. 65 At length his furious anger was appeas'd ; And foon the infults of 1 the heathen ceas'd ; 160 As from a heavy fleep our God arofe, And pour'd his dreadful vengeance on our foes : 66 Struck with a quick alarm, they turn, they fly ; In vain for by his fatal fhafts they die ; And, while yon fun fhall mine, continued ihame, 1 65 Continued infamy awaits their name. 67 Yet not to Epbraim, tho' his fons were brave, Nor to Manajjeb, he the fceptre gave ; 68 His favour'd choice the tribe of Judab prov'd ; The hill of Sion was the hill he lov'd. 1 70 69 X nere he his facred feat for ever plac'd, His temple there with his bright prefence bleft ; Firm as the globe, the hallow'd dome fhall ftand, Firm fhall remain, till nature's felf fhall end. 70 And him who tended long his fleecy care, 175 7 1 Who drove his fatlings to the paftures fair, David, his fervant, has he call'd bis o X God views your judgments with regardlefs eyes 5 Lo ! in the midft he ftands, your ways beholds, And thus in thunder his dread wrath unfolds. 2 " How long thus partial will ye judge ? how long g " Support their caufe, who in their guilt are fbrong ? 3 " Ah ! rather the diftreiTed orphan view, " And to the caufe of innocence be true ; 4 " Ah ! free the wretched from th' oppreffive foe, " And do the poor the juftice that you owe. to 5 " Vainly I warn them ; obftinately blind ; " A fatal error chains their itubborn mind ; " In guilt they're refolute, and won't obferve " The dire refult, when they from juftice fwerve, 6 " I calFd you gods, to you the pow'r I gave, 15 ' " To flay th' opprefibr, and th' oppreft to fave ; " On you my own prerogative beftow'd, " To curb the villain, and protect the good. 7 " But now grim death, with all his horrid train, , " Shall foon convince you, that you are but men, 20 " Shall fink your boafted honours in the grave, * f And make you equal with the meaneft Have, ?.? " N ' YfS; $o PSALM Lxxxnf, 8 Yes ; Lord Jehovah, thou vindictive rife ; To thee afcend the orphan's plaintive cries, Judge thou the earth, and make fell tyrants know 25 Thou rul'fl, impartial, all the realms below. PSALM LXXXIII. 1 XTO more be Hill, jufl God ; no more delay; X^l Speak in their caufe, who thy commands obey ; z For lo ! with lofty crefls exult thy foes, With loud tumultuous roar they've all arofe : 3 Fix'd are their counfels ; all their fchemes they bend £ 'Gainft thofe whom thou hall promis'd to defend. 4 " Halle (they cry all) be this our fole employ, " Thefe favour'd tribes, this Ifraelto deftroy." 5 See, with what firm envenom'd hate they join, And 'gainfl thy people and thy law combine. * 10 6 Idume, Moaby Amalek, confphe, With Gebaly Amman, IJhmaeVs race and Tyre ; Nor has Philijlia her defeats forgot, And proud Affyria joins the fons of Lot. 9 But let them fall by our avenging hands, 15 As perifh'd Si/era and his hoflile bands : At Kijhon perifh'd they, and with their blood Ting'd, as it gently flream'd, his ancient flood : Their carcaffes along his margin lay, To rav'ning vultures and fell wolves a prey. 2» 1 1 As Qreb fled and mighty Zeb in vain, As Zeb a and Zalmunna bit the plain ; Who fiercely faid ; " Be ours their wide domains, Their fenced cities* and their hallow'd fanes ;" So let their nobles and their princes fall ; 25 So in thy direful wrath conmme them all ; 1 3 Swift let them fly, while follow we behind, And drive them far like nubble 'fore the wind. 1 4 As crackling fires along the mountains roar, And the tall honours of the grove devour, 3» 15 'Gainfl them fend forth the tempefc of thy wrath, And let thy whirlwinds fink them all in death. 1 6 Their faces cover with reproach, with fhame, That e'en their wees thy Godhead may proclaim ; 17 With terror, with affright, their fouls confound j 35 A dread example to the nations round ; 1 8 That all may know, Jehovah is the Lord, And that his name mav be bv all ador'd. PSALM PSALM lxxxiv, lxxxv. 91 PSALM LXXXW. 1 TJOW glorious, Lord, thy temple ? what defircs JTj. Fill my whole foul, O God ? what rapture fires ? How afks my glowing heart the glad employ ? My limbs, my very bones, demand the joy. 3 Nigh thee, fecure, her neft the fparrow builds j ^ Thy facred altar to the fwallow yields Fit refuge for her young ; in artlefs lays Their fweet melodious throats pour forth thy praise, 4 Thrice happy all who in thy temple dwell ! Thy pow'r, thy praifes, they fhall conft ant tell, 10 § Thrice happy they, who on their God rely, And with their victims to his altar hie ! <) Thro' the dry vale as they direct their way, Their thirft the cooling riv'let fhall allay ; To fill their citterns, falls the kindly rain, 15 While the vow'd victims to their God are flain. 8 Dread God of battles, hear thy fervant's pray'r 1 O to his pious vows incline thy ear ; 9 'Tis thy anointed pleads ; his fhield art thou ; Thy own anointed with indulgence view. 20 1 One day within thy courts to him appears, A lot more glorious than a thoufand years : The meaneft office there I'd nobler own, Than 'mid the wicked an exalted throne, 1 1 For, like the beamy monarch of the day, 25 Doll thou the glories of thy light difplay ; Thou, like a fhield, thy fervants doll defend, And all the bleffings of thy mercy fend ; No bleffing to the righteous thou'lt deny ; 12 Thrice happy they, that will on thee rely I 30 P S A L . M LXXXV. 1 'HT^HO' oft, O Lord, we've felt thy heavy wrath 3 J[ And oft thy vengeance menaces with death, Yet fiill thy people have thy mercy known, Still hath thy great beneficence been fhewn : 2 Our heinous crimes againfl thee thou' ft forgot, ^ And in oblivion hid our ev'ry fault ; 3 Benign haft heard us, when we did implore, And bad thy dreadful fury rage no more. 4 Now then, indulgent God, propitious turn, Nor 'gainft thy people let thine anger burn ; 10 N 2 Muft 92 PSALM lxxxvi. 5 Muft we thy dread refentraent ever bear ? And fhall our after-race thy vengeance fhare ? 6 Will now no more thy goodnefs bid us live, And in eternal anguifh mull we grieve ? 7 Once more, ah ! let forgiving mercy reign, i c Save us, O Lord, nor let us plead in vain. S Long have I waited for thy pow'rful word, That to our fouls will peace, will blifs, afford ; Long have I waited for the gracious fign Of pard'ning love, of clemency divine ; 20 That, if thy people wou'd no more offend, Soon thou wou'dft folace and afliftance fend. 9 And fure to them thy great falvation's near, Who love thy holy law, thy name who fear. 10 Yes ; joyful foon fhall truth and mercy meet, 25 Juftice and pleafing peace in tranfport greet : 1 1 Down from above the heav'n-born maids defcend ; See, golden plenty on their fteps attend ; 1 2 Bleft with their happy influence, teeming earth Shall give to all her blooming produce birth ; 30 Her corn, her wine, her oil, mail joyous yield, And cloath with verdure the rejoicing field. 1 3 Where'er our gracious Lord directs his way, There truth, there love, there juftice, hold the fvvay ; Thence fly oppreffion, wrong, deceit and fraud, 35 Thence quick they fly, by his dread prefence aw'd. PSALM LXXXVI. 1 ' I ^ O thee, good God, in my diftrefs I plead, A Benign O hear me ; haften to my aid ; 2 To my too juft complaints propitious be, And fave the pious foul that trufts in thee. 3 From morn to even heavily I figh, r And fhall I vainly on my God rely ? 4 On thee my foul depends in her diftrefs ; O yet with thy enliv'ning prefence blefs. 5 For good art thou, and ready to forgive ; Who call on thee fincere, in thee fhall live. 1 o 6 O hear attentive, while to thee I fue ; My fuffering innocence with pity view ; 7 Thee in my deep affliction I invoke ; For thee in trying times I've prov'd my rock. 8 Not one among the fancied gods like thee ; 1 5 Not one can mate thy pow'r, thy majefty. The PSALM lxxxvii. 33 9 The nations all mall glorify thy name, And hail almighty pow'r with loud acclaim ; l o For great art thou ; the wonders thou hall done Declare to all, that thou art God alone. 20 i 1 Teach me to thy bleft dome, th' unerring road ; Compofe my foul, that me may praife her God. 1 2 Thee fhall me praife, and thee mail fhe adore, Thy name, thy pow'r, extol, till time's no more, 13 To her from thee continual blemngs flow ; 25 And oft thou'ft fav'd her from the depths below. «J4 When men of violence againft me rofe, When all the villain-rout commenc'd my foes ; When with invet'rate hate my life they fought, And fet thy dread omnipotence at nought : 30 15 'Twas then, companionate, thou didft relieve, Didft to my anguifh'd heart fweet folace give. 16 O ftill, while now my cruel foes invade, Thy fervant ftrengthen with thy mighty aid ; .17 That they with wonder and with fhame may fee, 35 I ftill have got a pow'rful friend in thee ; That from thy clemency, fuccefs I have ; That thou thy chofen fhepherd ftill wilt fave. PSALM LXXXTII. 1 5TJ O V E all our cities does bright Sion prove 81 The deareft objecl of almighty love ; Sion, high feated on a lofty hill, Where bleft Jehovah takes delight to dwell. 3 O Queen of nations ! O exalted theme ! 5 What tongue can juftly celebrate thy fame ? 4 Will Babylon to mate thy fplendor dare ? With thee will Rahab's haughty town compare ? Soon fhall their vain, their empty boafts be fhewn ; They foon fhall thy fuperior glories own ; 1 o Nor, proud Philiftia, thou, nor lofty Tyre, Nor Ethiopians towns to fame afpire ; 5 With Sions city ye conteft in vain ; Long 'bove you all triumphant fhe fhall reign § By God himfelf are her foundations laid, 15 And he'll uphold her with his mighty aid. 6 Who o'er th' extended world will not aver, Who will not boaft, that he belongs to her ? 7 Thy wond'rous beauties fhall attune the lyre j Thy glories fhall the raptur'd voice infpire j 20 If 94 PSALM lxxxviii. If aught befitting thee can fill my tongue, Thee will I make my conftant, only fong ; If e'er my foul conceives a lofty lay, Thy fame, dear city, mall my verfe difplay. PSALM LXXXT1IL i (~>k THOU, on whofe bleft mercy I rely, \J Humbly to thee, by day, by night, I cry ; 2 Turn not, indulgent God, thy face away, But gracious hear, when in diftrefs I pray ; 3 Immers'd my anguifh'd foul in dreadful woe, 5 E'en now fhe's finking to the depths below ; 4 Languid my limbs, my ftrength, my vigour fled, Soon, foon ihall I be number'd with the dead ; 5 Like his pale carcafe mould'ring in the grave, Whofe life thy fov'reign juftice wou'd not fave ; 10 In youth's full bloom who by the jav'lin dies, Clos'd in a dread eternal fleep his eyes ; 6 In death's low dungeon thus confin'd, mall I, Wrapt in amazing, difmal darknefs, lie. 7 Still thy afRiclive hand does prefs me fore, i$ And all thy threat'ning florms around me roar ; 8 Far from my prefence fly my wonted friends ; Me in my fad diftrefs not one attends ; Shock'd at my wretched fate, they hafte away, And leave me to my killing griefs a prey. 20 9 Mean while, mine eyes, my hands, I lift to thee* And in deep anguifh plead thy clemency. ;io Wilt thou thy wonders to the dead difplay, Or can the dead their adoration pay ? 1 1 Shall the drear tomb thy glorious mercy mew ? 25 The gloomy grave thy gracious goodnefs know ? 1 2 Shall dreadful filence celebrate thy pow'r ? Shall everlafting night thy truth adore ? 1 3 Conftant to thee I've cried, all-clement Lord, Conftant thy faving mercy I've implor'd. ^o 14 Ah ! why doft thou thy pow'rful aid forbear ? Ah ! why regardlefs hear my urgent pray'r ? 1 5 E'en from my tender years I've known my grief, Nor from thy terrors have I found relief ; 1 6 Thy terrors that diftracl my heart with fear, 35 Thy terrors that reduce me to defpair ; 1 7 Thy dreadful terrors that my foul furround, Like rain that deluges the fertile ground. fcelplefs PSALM lxxxix. 95 1 8 Helplefs I lie, deferted by my friends ; No kind companion his afliitance lends ; 40 Left in my forrows to myfelf alone, Heaves my griev'd heart, and piteoufly I moan. PSALM LXXXIX. 1 * I \ H E glorious fubjett of my tuneful fong X Be thou, O God— —to thee my ftrains belong. While lafts the fun, while times to times fucceed, Thy goodnefs in my numbers fhall be read. 2 For fure the orbs in yon etherial plain 5 To their primoeval nought return again, Ere thou the wonders of thy mercy ceafe, Or 'gainft thy facred covenant tranfgrefs. 3 Thy facred covenant with David made, 4 That, while yon lights the fields of air pervade, 1 o While ftands this folid earth upon her bafe, While knows old ocean his appointed fpace, His progeny fhall fit upon the throne, And IfraePs faithful tribes their rule fhall own.' 5 Thee, great Jebonmb, thee the heav'nly hoft 1 5 Adore, and make thy mighty works their boafl ; Thy truth the righteous make their conflant theme^ Sing all thy mercies, and extol thy name. 6 With thee compar'd, O Lord, how meanly ihew The thrones above, the fceptred kings below ? zo 7 Th' etherial myriads tremble at thy nod ; Fear earth's imperious lords th' Almighty God, 8 Dread God of battles, who is like to thee ?, Who mates thy pow'r, thy truth, thy majefty ? 9 Thou rein'ft the fury of the fwelling main, 25 And doll the madnefs of her waves reflrain ; I o Th' Egyptian tyrant felt thy vengeful hand j Feel all, who dare thy fov'reign rule withfland : Thine are the bright celeftial worlds above Thine is the earth by thy command they move ; 30 Earth's varied bleflings to thy love we owe ; From thee, Creator-Lord, from thee they flow. 1 2 Thee the rude north y and rainy -fonth, obey, And where the fun begins, where ends the day, Blefl Tabor feated in the glowing weft, 3 5 Bright Herman, gladden'd by the beamy eaft, i 3 Strong is thy arm, refiftlefs is thy hand j 14 Nigh to thy throne bright truth, item juftice, ftand ; Full g6 P S A L M lxxxix. Full in thy view fweet clemency appears, Bleft attribute ! that calms our pious fears. 40 1 5 Thrice happy they, that hear thy gracious call, Flock to thy fane, and 'fore thy altar fall ! On them with kindlieft ray thy light fhall fhine ; x6 Daily they feel the joys of love divine ; Rais'd by thy goodnefs to the higheft blifs, ac 1 7 Pow'r, empire, glory, fhall they long pofTefs ; 1 8 Their ftrong fupport, their mighty leader thou, They gain a glorious conqueft o'er the foe. 1 9 His facred prophet hear, ye fons of men ; By him th' Almighty fpeaks, nor fpeaks in vain : 50 " David, my fervant, from his low eftate, " I've rais'd, and plac'd him on the royal feat ; " With kingly majefty I've him array'd, " And fprinkled with my facred oils his head. 2a " To him I'll ftrength and nervous force impart, 55 " And with firm courage fortify his heart ; 22 " Brave, he fhall fcorn the foe's proud menaces, " Nor villain-fchemes fhall have 'gainft him fuccefs : 24 " True to my word, affiftance I'll fupply, " And 'bove the clouds will raife his glofy high. 6c 25 " E'en from the fea the nations he fhall fway, " To where Euphrates rolls his rapid way : 26 " Me his fupport, his father he fhall call, " To me, as to his God, fhall proflrate fall : 27 " Him with peculiar honour I will grace, 65 " As loves the ure the firft-born of his race ; '* 'Bove other potentates I'll raife his name, " And fet him foremoft in the lifts of fame. 28 " Nor to the prefent is my love confin'd, " Nor to himfelf alone the fanclions bind ; 70 29 u I'll to his progeny the throne fecure, " And, long as beams the fun, fhall laft their powV ; 30 " But, if his children from my flatutes ftray, 3 1 " Spurn at my laws, and not my will obey, 32 " Soon for the vile tranfgremon they fhall fmart, 75 " And foon I'll punifh their rebellious heart. 33" Yet fhan't my mercy my own Da 75 The proud imperious tyrant of the main, Who on her furface infolently plays, And fills th' admiring eye with wild amaze. 17 O gracious God, all, all in fea, on land, Receive their portion from thy mighty hand j 8-3> AIL SI2 P S A L M All, all the bleflings of thy bounty (hare, And all employ thy providential care. 28 Thou giv'ft, they gather, their refpeclive food ; Thine hand thou open'ft, and they're fill'd with good. 29 /Vnd, when thy glad'ning prefence is withdrawn, 85 The lofs of thy beneficence they mourn ; Thou at thy pleafure tak'ft their breath away ; They die, and ftrait return to native clay. 30 Yet not without inhabitants the earth ; Thy quick'ning fpirit gives new forms a birth ; 90 A new creation fprings ; their Hated place They hold, and run fucceffively their race. 31 Our God with glory mall for ever reign, And will with joy his wond'rous works fuftain; 32 Struck with his prefence, quakes the earth with fear ; 95 Mov'd at his dread rebuke the hills appear ; See, from the hills in curling ftreams arife The circling fmoak, and darken all the fkies. 3 3 For me, while breath infpires this vital frame, The glories.of my God mail be my theme ; 100 34 With joy fmcere his praifes I will fing, And to his honour'd name attune the firing, 35 While impious men by his refentment fall, And direful woes their guilty hearts appall, The great creator fhall my foul infpire, ,105 Shall fill my tongue, and animate my lyre. P S A L M CF. i O IN G to the Lord ; invoke his facred name ; O His glorious afts to all the earth proclaim ; 2 Our dread Jehovah claims your nobleft lays ; Loud let th' exulting tribes chant forth his praife. 3 Let his great name employ the grateful voice ; c; Let all, that love his name, fincere rejoice : 4 With firmeft heart on his bleft pow'r rely ; His prefence afk 'twill ev'ry want fupply. 5 Refle£t the works of his almighty hand, Th' obfervance that his facred laws command. , 10 6 To you, bleft Abrharns race, I fpeak alone, To you whom he hath deign'd to call his own. 7 He is our king, e'en he th' almighty God ; Who to th' aftonifh'd earth his truth hath fhew'd, 8 Firm to his covenant he 'as long remain'd, 1 <; Which for a thoufand ages he ordain'd ; ' , Which PSALM cv. "$' 9 Which he with Abrham made in days of yore, To which with Ifaac folemnly he fwore, i o Which Jacob heard confirm'd, and which mall blefs, Inviolate, to endlefs time, his race. 20 11 <' To thee (he faid) rich Canaan 's lands I'll give, " Thou in her fertile plains malt ever live :"' 12 E'en then, when yet they were but ftrangers there, And weak their pow'r, and few their numbers were °, 13 When they, as heav'n ordain'd, poor wand'rers, rov'd 25 From place to place, and had no fix'd abode. 1 4 Yet them in peace his goodnefs ftill maintain'd ; The cruel rage of threat'ning kings reilrain'd, 15 And bad them not thofe favour'd tribes opprefs, Whom with peculiar love he chofe to blefs. 30 1 6 When a dire famine fore diftreft the land, And fcarce th' enfeebled nations life fuftain'd, 1 7 Fair Rackets favour'd fon he fent, a flave, To thofe glad lands, Nile 9 fertile waters lave. 18 There long in prifon, long in chains, he lay, 35 'Til heav'n it's mercy to him did difplay, 1 9 Dreams to interpret, gave the wond'rous pow'r, And taught, the fcheme of providence t' explore. 20 This heard the king ; he fet the pris'ner free, 'Twas Egypt's monarch gave him liberty. 4» 2 I He made a bond-flave ruler o'er his land ; O'er all the palace his was the command ; 22 That next in honour to his prince he flood, While all the nobles with obeifance bow'd. 23 'Twas then that Ifr as I into Egypt came, 4£ And fojourn'd in the fruitful plains of Ham : 24 Our God his people 'bove the natives bleft ; That foon in pow'r, in numbers, they increas'd. 25 This faw th' Egyptian monarch with regret, And ftrait fell on the favour'd tribes his hate : 50 26 Long fuifer'd they, when their almighty friend Did numble Mofes to their fuccour fend. zj Aaron and he by their dread wonders prove, That they had their commiffion from above. 28 Nature obeys, at once, their great command ; 5 J A gloomy darknefs fhrouds th' aftonifh'd land ; 29 Their ftreams polluted, flow with fetid gore, And all their nfti lie dead upon the more : go Not now the foil it's glad'ning'produce yields, But frovs infeft their palaces and fields. "60 Q. to' U4 P S A L M cvi. 3 1 In fwarms unnumber'd rang'd the noifome flies, And all their coafts are cover'd o'er with lice. 32 The kindly rains enrich their glebe no more, But ftorms of hail and flame around them pour. 33 Their vines no more the chearful juice fupply, 65 And trees, fruits, flow'rs, in one wild ruin lie. 34 In flights the locufts and the beetles come, And, what the hail hath left them, they confume ; So that not food for fuftenance remains, . But one wild defolation fills the plains. 70 36 Nay ; more t 1 enhance their fatal miferies, The favour'd fon, the dear-lov'd firft born, dies. 37 At laft the humbled tyrant lets us go ; A joy fincere his ruin'd people fhew ; While we depart, of countlefs wealth poncft, 75 With nervous ftrength, with fprightly vigour, bleft. 39 By a dun cloud he leads us in the day ; By night a glitt'ring ihine dire£ls our way : 40 We afk, and ftrait we're fed with bread from heav'n ; We afk, and birds of richeft tafte are giv'n. 80 41 The rock he fmote, and ftrait the waters came, Free as a riv'let, gufh'd the flaking ftream. 42 For he his faithful Abrham not forgot, Nor wou'd he bring his promifes to nought ; 43 His gracious goodnefs pointed them the road ; 85 With joy they follow'd their directing God. 44 The heathen s lands he gave them to poflefs ; And all the produce of their toils in peace ; 45 That they his holy Itatutes might obey, And never from his dread commandments ftray. 90 PSALM CV1. 1 "fT/ITH: thankful hymns addrefs the mighty Lord ; VV With fongs of joy be heavVs high king ador'd ; For his beneficence to all extends ; His great, his glorious mercy never ends. 2 His wond'rous acts what eloquence difplays ? £ What tongue can utter all his pow'r, his praife ? 3 Thrice happy they, that will his law obferve, That love his law, nor from it's dictates fwerve ! 4 Me with that gracious mercy view, O God, Which to thy chofen thou haft conftant fhew'd ; 10 Look on me ftill with an indulgent eye, 5 That I thy people's bleffings may enjoy, May F S A I M cvk 125 May long in their felicity rejoice, And to thy glory tune my grateful voice. 6 Stiff and rebellious, like our fires, we prove, 1 5 And pay with bafe ingratitude thy love, Plunge into horrid mifchiefs, and forget How vaft thy pow'r, thy clemency how great ; 7 So they, from hard, from cruel bondage freed, Them to the fea when humble Mofes led, 20 Reflected not the wonders of thy hand, Thy miracles in Egypt's idol-land ; But, obftinately blind, in murmurs rofe Againft the leader heav'n himfelf had chofe. 8 Yet his refentment ftill our God forbore ; 25 That all might know and tremble at his pow'r ; 9 He his dread mandate to the waters gave ; They heard, and ftrait fubfided ev'ry wave ; Erect, they rofe he fpoke, and they obey'd By his directing hand his people led, 30 10 Pafs o'er fecure, and gain the farther ihore, And foon the rageful tyrant fear no more'. 1 1 For, as the hoftile bands, refolv'd, purfue, The waves returning on their ranks they view ; Whelm'd in the deep, they die not one remains ; 35 1 2 But oh ! amid the tribes what tranfport reigns ? How do they now believe ? and how they praife Their great Protector- God in thankful lays ? 1 3 But all their dangers, all their fears remov'd, Again rebellious to this God they prov'd ; 40 Soon his fcupendous miracles forgot, Nor on his pow'r, nor on his mercies thought. 14 Urg'd by their lulls, their murmurs foon they breathe, Make infolent demands, and raife his wrath. 1 5 Their infolent demands they {trait obtain'd ; 45 Down from high heav'n the feather'd food he rain'd ; But while the cates the greedy tribes devour, Adown their throats they fure perdition pour ; They eat and die provok'd, their angry God With fatal fury, with dread vengeance glow'd. 50 16 But nought, when men are wilful in offence. Avails or vengeance or beneficence ; Enflam'd with envy, ftill their murmurs rofe, And Mofes and his brother they oppofe. 17 Their impious crimes dire punifliments await ; 55 Her jaws earth opens, and devours them ftrait ; Q^2 Confuming u6 P S A L M cvi. 1 8 Confuming fire pours fudden from the fky, And all th' abettors and their race deftroy. 19 Still they're perverfe ; they now their Lord forfake, On Horeh\ mount an imag'd calf they make ; 60 Tore this they fall, and adoration pay ; Abfurd refemblance of what feeds on hay \ 21 Ingrate ! their great redeemer to forget, How he fecur'd from bondage their retreat ; 22 What gracious mercies to them he had (hewn, 65 What glorious wonders he had for them done. 23 'Twas then his dire refentment 'gainft them rag'd, Which had the faithful Mofes not afluag'd, Had he not Hood between their God and them, Extinct had been their race, and loft their name. 70 24. Sure now their harder.'d hearts were ftruck with dread j Sure now with eafe they by their chief were led ? Ah no f by punifhment they're yet unaw'd, Again they murmur, and diftruft their God. Againft their leader and their God they rife ; 75 Swift o'er the camp the winged tumult flies ; The joyous feats he promis'd them, they fcorn, And to his mercies make a bafe return. 26 Th' All-high, provok'd, rais'd then his mighty hand, Refolv'd to flay them in that defart land ; So 27 To leave them to the nations round a prey, Deftroy their race, and fcatter them away. 28 Still obftinate, again they left their Lord, And i?Ws imag'd deity ador'd ; To him their victims and oblations paid, 85 And bow'd before a mortal god for aid. 29 Jehovah, angry at this new oifence, Sent on his tribes a deadly peftilence ; In BaaPs aid but poor relief they found ; Death, clad in all his horrors ftalk'd around ; 90 30 When Phinehas with divine refentment glow'd, And due regard for heav'n's high honour fhew'd ; The madnefs of the wretched croud reftrain'd, And a full refpite from their miferies gain'd : No more th' infection on their vitals prey'd, 95 But by his ftrenuous arm the plague was ftay'd. 31 For this has he acquir'd a deathlefs name, And, long as lafts this earth, fhall live his fame. 32 And, Mcrihahy their guilt thy waters faw, When dill the All-high's dread anger cou'd not awe 100 Their PSALM cvr, **7 Their adamantine hearts ; when ftill they ftiew'd Their bafe dillruft in their almighty God. 'Twas then, O Mofes, that thy meeknefs fail'd s Their conllant murmurs o'er thy foul prevail'd ; Their bafe reproaches rais'd thy wrath too high, 1 05 And on this fide of Jordan muft thou die. 3 4 But fure, when of the promis'd land poffeft, When with the fruitful fields of Canaan bleft, Their God they worfhipp'd and his will obey'd, And never from the law he gave them ftray'd \ no Ah ! ftill his dread behefts they durfl withftand, And not deftroy'd the natives of the land : 35 But, to their bafe idolatries inclin'd, 36 Soon in their impious rites with them they join'd j Of fancied deities they fought th' abodes, 1 1 5 And offer'd human victims to their gods : 37 Nay; their own infants (horrid is the thought) ! Unnatural parents to their demons brought ; Around their altars ftream'd the vital flood, And all the facred land's diftain'd with blood. 1 20 39 Thus they the aid of fancied gods implor'd ; Thus they the works of their own hands ador'd. 40 Therefore the Lord with dreadful fury burn'd ; Juftly the people he had chofe, he fcorn'd ; . 41 He to the nations gave them up a prey, 125 And they their moil invet'rate foes obey. 42 Their lordly foes with infolence opprefs, And load them with the moil fevere diilrefs. 43 And yet, if e'er their gracious God reliev'd, Still their obdurate hearts his fpirit griev'd ; .130 Still to their wonted crimes wou'd they return, His name reject, and at his ilatutes fpurn. 44 Yet ftill his mercy and his goodnefs Avay'd ; Oft he reliev'd them, when they fought his aid ; 45 Oft mindful of his covenant he prov'd, 13^ Forgave their crimes, and all their woes remov'd. 46 And, when for their impieties brought low, They bore th' oppreftions of the haughty foe, With foft companion he the conqu'ror ftruck, That ftill more mild, more gentle, was the yoke. 1 40 47 O fov'reign Lord, thy favour'd tribes defend ; Still 'gainft the hsaihen be our pow'rful friend ; That we thy wond'rous glory may proclaim, And fing in grateful hymns thy holy name : That tiS PSALM cvn. 48 That lfratTs race may IfraeTs God extol, 145 And, while this earth mail live, on thee may call ; Thy powV, thy might, thy majefty, may fing, And hail their gracious God, their heav'nly king. PSALM CVIl. 1 T^OR ever lafts the mercy of the Lord ; JP His name in pious anthems be ador'd ; 2 Yes ; praife him, all, who from th' oppreffor's chain Have afk'd redemption, and not afk'd in vain. Whom, when with cruel hate their foes diftreft, c His gracious goodnefs wich deliv'rance bleft. 3 From all the various corners of the earth With his directing hand he led them forth ; 4 Long in the lonely defart did they roam, Nor knew the path to their appointed home ; 10 • 5 Fainting with thirft, quite deftitute of food, What complicated woes their fteps purfued ? The defart wilds no kind repaft fupplied ; To flake their thirft, the cooling ftream denied. 6 'Twas in this fore diftreft to heav'n they pray'd, 15 And heav'n in mercy haften'd to their aid ; 7 Led them the way to opulence and peace, And gave them lands and cities to poflefs. 8 Then let them fing their good, their gracious God, And publifh his beneficence abroad : 20 9 For food he gives, and all our griefs controuls, Strengthens our limbs, and fatisfies our fouls. 10 Who, vain, rejected dread Jeho mind ; 40 And, PSALM cxn, cxm, 125 And, while this earth, and while yon heav'ns fhall laft, Thofe, that are truly wife, pronounce him bleft. PSALM CXU. 1 ''TpHRICE bleft the man, that great Jehovah fears, \ Obferves his law, and his dread will reveres ! 2 In honour long his progeny fhall live ; And 'mong the nations great refpec"l receive : 3 His life he fpends in peace, in wealth, in pow'r, 5 His name will laft, when he himfelf 's no more : 4 While fore diftreffes wicked men confound, Our God will beam his light the juft around ; For, ever gracious, ever good, he frees, The pious foul from woe, and gives her eafe. 10 5 The good man's bountiful, and conftant gives, And injur'd innocence with joy relieves ; And, with difcretion while his life he guides, His wealth he with the indigent divides. 6 " No florms of fate his Heady foul can move," 15 His foul, that fcorns the earth, and foars above : Ne'er dark oblivion can involve his name, Nor time itfelf obliterate his fame. 7 No difmal tidings can his heart furprize ; Firm is his heart, and on his God relies ; 20 8 Firm as a rock, he dares his threat'ning foes, For heav'n himfelf his fure fupport he knows. 9 The wealth that he with chearfulnefs beftow'd, The kind compaifion to the poor he fhew'd, His merit and his glory high will raife, 25 And propagate his name to after-days. 10 This views the wicked with indignant eye ; Rank fpite and envy all his peace deftroy ; He chafes, he frets, he pines, the live-long day, And with unbated malice waftes away, 30 PSALM CXIIL 1 "^7" OUR maker's praife, ye righteous fouls, proclaim ; I All ye his fervants, hymn his holy name ; 2 The name of your tremendous Lord adore, That all to endlefs time may hail his pow'r ; 2 From morn to night, while glads the fun the day^ 5 Let man the mercies of his God difplav ; His 126 P S A L M cxrv, cxv. 4 His God, above the nations feated high, High in the heav'ns, enthron'd in majefty. 5 What fancied god can with our God compare ? Whofe throne's fupported by the azure air ; i o 6 Whofe eye, all-feeing, heav'n and earth pervades, 7 Who in their deep diftrefs the wretched aids ; 8 The poor who raifes from his low eftate, And, equal with proud princes, makes him great ; 9 Who gives the fterile womb a fruitful birth ; 1 5 With joy the matron brings her iiTue forth ; With joy me views her progeny around ; The praifes of your God, ye juft, refound. PSALM CX1F. ! TI7HEN 1/rael to their native fields return'd, Vv And left the barb'rous lands, where long they r ad 2 Their God proteclful led them in the way, [mourn'd, And o'er their camp his banners did difpiay : 3 The troubled fea beheld him, and me fled ; 5 Flow'd back th' affrighted Jordan to his head ; 4 The lofty hills from their foundations mov'd ; Like fportive flocks along the plains, they rov'd. 5 What faw the fea, that (he fo fudden fled ? Why roll'd his ftreams ftunn'd Jordan to his head ? 10 6 Why did the hills from their foundations move ? Why, like the flocks, along the paftures, rove ? 7 Why ? 'Caufe all earth was at his prefence aw'd, And trembled when fhe faw th' almighty God ; S Who turn'd the rock into a living ftream, 1 5 Who gave the word, and flrait the waters came. PSALM CXF. 1 ^TOT to ourfelves, O God, we aik a name, jj^ Nor want to glitter in the lifts of fame j To our own honour we'd no trophies raife ; Be thine the glory, and be thine the praife. 2 Why fh'ou'd the heathen fpread their taunts abroad, 5 And afo inmlting, Where is now your God ? 3 Where is our God ? 'Bove yon bright worlds on high, With glory all-array 'd, with maj elly ; His boundlefs pow'r o'er all the earth is known ; His pow'r with dire difmay they focn {hall own ; 10 Shall PSALM cxvi. 127 4 Shall prove the weaknefs of the faith they hold In imag'd gods, of filver, and of gold ; In gods, who not their pray'rs can underftand, But owe their being to the fculptor's hand. 5 A mouth they have ; yet have they not a voice ; 15 Have eyes, yet cannot in the light rejoice ; 6 Their noftrils no rich fragrant odours tafte, Nor with harmonious found their ears are bleft ; 7 Their hands are ufelefs, and their feet not move ; Speech is not theirs what peerlefs gods they prove ? 20 S Bright objects of devotion's holy flame, And wife are they, fuch deities who frame, And wifer ftill, beyond defcription wife, The man, who, on the god he makes, relies ! 9 But thou, O Ifrael, truft thou in the Lord, 25 And he'll to thee his fureft aid afford ; I o Ye houfe of Aaron, on your God rely, And in diftrefs afliftance he'll fupply ; II Croud, croud, ye pious fouls, his facred court, For he'll the righteous conftantly fupport. 30 1 2 Still mindful of his people, ftill he'll blefs, And crown their days with affluence and peace. 13 Or be they young, or old, or rich, or poor, They have his favour, who his name adore ; 14 The happy objects of his love they are, 35 And e'en their children's children prove his care. 1 5 Who form'd yon heav'ns and this terreftrial ball, Benignly hears us, and preferves us all. 1 6 The heav'ns with his own prefence does he grace, And gives this beauteous earth to human race. 40 1 7 While not the filent dead their maker praife, 1 8 We'll chant his glory in fublimeft lays ; While rolls this fpacious globe, our God we'll fing, And hymn for ever our immortal king. PSALM CXVI. 1 ' 1 ^HE mighty God I'll love with heart unfeign'd ; J, To him in vain I never yet compiain'd ; 2 He to my mournings lent a gracious ear ; 'Fore him I'll therefore breathe, my ardent pray'r. 3 In killing griefs, in deep diftrefs, I lay ; ^ Death with his horrid train befet my way ; I on the verge of dire deftrudlion flood, 4 When loudly I implor'd my gracious God j O i2S PSALM cxvu. " O fov'reign Lord, my anguifh'd foul relieve, " Difperfe my woes, and let me ceafe to grieve." 10 5 How good our God ! how ready to relieve ! 6 My woes difpers'd, he bad me ceafe to grieve. 7 Therefore fhall I my wonted 'plaints forbear, Since not unworthy of Almighty care ; 8 Since he of threat'ning death hath calm'd my fears, 1 5 From my full eyes has wip'd away the tears, My feet hath ftrengthen'd, that I firmly tread, 9 No more the terrors of the grave I dread ; But fafe in his protecting love, I fing His praife, and to his glory ftrike the firing. 20 10 Sad was my foul, in deep affliction loft, In fears of my impending dangers toft ; 11 " On man 'tis fruitlefs to rely (I faid) " But heav'n is fure, if heav'n will give his aid." 1 2 His aid he gave ; he drove my griefs away ; 25 And how fhall I his clemency repay ? 1 3 With rich libations I'll my God adore, And hail in hymns of pious joy his pow'r ; 14 My victims fhall his hallow 'd courts attend, And 'mid th' afTemblies 'fore his throne I'll bend ; 30 1 5 For precious in his fight the righteous are, He frees their fouls from death, their lives from care ; 16 Me from my bonds did he relieve, and fave His finking fervant from the gaping grave. 17 Therefore with thankful heart 'fore him I'll fall, 3^ And on his honour'd name devoutly call ; 1 8 Amid his people I my vows will pay, Hafte to his facred dome without delay, My victims fhall his facred courts attend, And his great name I'll praife, till time fhall end, 40 PSALM CXVI1. i X7E nations all, howe'er difpers'd, proclaim j[ Your maker's praife, and hymn his holy name $ 2 His goodnefs and his clemency relate ; Own, that your God is ever good, as great ; That firm his truth, inviolate his word 5 Ve fcatter'd nations, hymn the living Lord PSALM PSALM cxvin/ PSALM CXVI11. 129 1 /~\UR fov'reign Lord, the great Jehovah praife, \J Ye tribes, of Abr ham the diftinguifh'd race ; Bleft Aaron's fons, that at his altar bow ; Ye juft, whofe fouls with heav'nly fervour glow ; Sing, fmg our fov'reign Lord in loftieft ftrains, tj And own, his clemency for ever reigns. 5 To him in dire calamity I pray'd ; My voice he heard, and gave a fpeedy aid. 6 And he my help, while he my caufe fuftains, My foul the threats of haughty man difdains y 1© 7 And he my help, I'll on that help rely, While direful ruin ftrikes the enemy. 8 'Tis fafer far in his ftrong arm to truft, Than in the boafted ftrength of feeble duft ; 9 On our great God 'tis fafer to depend, 15 Than have earth's mightieft monarch for our friend. 10 Me tho' the nations all around aiTail, I'll in th' afliftance of his hand prevail ; 1 1 Let them e'en with their utmoft force aflail ; His mercy aids his David mull prevail ; 20 1 2 Tho' round me their broad banners they difplay, And fwarm like bees upon a fummer's day, By him fupported, on their ranks I'll fly, And, fpite of numbers, fnatch the viclory. 13 All your attempts, ye wicked, are in vain ; 25 The mighty God his fervant will fuftain ; 1 4 He is my ftrength, the fubjecl of my lay, My great falvation he, my prop, my ftay ; 15 The righteous all in my fuccefs rejoice, And to Jehovah 's glory tune the voice ; 30 16 Sing his ftrong arm, and his refiftlefs hand, His arm, that crouded ranks in vain withftand 5 His valiant hand, that ftrikes the deadly blow, And pours fevere deftruction on the foe. 17 Fruitlefs thy infults, death ; thy fhafts I dare; 35 Long mall I live, and heav'n's high pow'r declare ; 1 8 True ; long his fad amidling hand I bore ; Yet ftill he fav'd me from thy ruthlefs pow'r. 19 Ope wide, ye holy priefts, his temple-gate, That I may there his wond'rous works relate ; 40 20 The gate by him belov'd, where wait the juft, To mew in him their confidence and truft. 2 1 Thee, gracious God, I'll praife, for in my grief My voice thou heard'ft, and gav'ft a quick relief, S Me 130 PSALM cxix. 22 Me from the rageful foe didft thou protect ; 45 The ftone which late the builders did reject, 'High in the lofty fabric now is plac'd, And fhines confpicuous, far above the reft : 23 So wills th 1 almighty Lord ; and what he wills, Our fouls with wonder and with rapture fills. $% 24 Hail, happy day ! hail, bright refulgent morn ! That to the joy of all the earth wilt dawn ! 25 Still favour, Lord, the king thou haft ordain'd ; Bring all his efforts to a glorious end : 26 Thrice happy he, whom thou {halt fend, to blefs * 55 Thy favour'd people with eternal peace ! Succefs attend him ! this the pray'r of all, That 'fore thy altar reverently fall. 27 For thou art God, the only pow'r divine ; Thou bid'ft thy glory on thy tribes to mine ; 60 Hear this, ye righteous, and loud anthems flng; And to his hallow 'd dome your vi&ims bring. 28 With heart, with voice, my God, will we adore Thy name, and fing thy praife, till time's no more : 29 Praife all Jehovah in fublimefi ftrains ; 6$ To all eternity his mercy reigns. 'PSALM CXIX, A L E P H. 1 r I^HRICE happy they, who with religious awe, J| With pureft hearts, obferve God's facred law ! 2 The way their maker teaches, who purfue, And to the dictates of his word are true ! 3 Such will from ev'ry heinous crime be clear ; 5 They keep the ftatutes of their God in fear. 4 For 'tis his will, that ftrictly we obey His bleft commands, and never from them ftray. 5 O that my ways were order'd fo aright, That I might fhew therein my high delight ? 1 fr 6 If from thy precepts I forbore to part, No lhame wou'd leize my foul, no grief my heart ; 7 Thy judgments when I 'ad learn'd, with conscience gay Thy righteous juftice gladly I'd difplay : 8 Yes, Lord, thy law my conftant rule I'd make; 15 O not thy fervant utterly forfake. BETH. 9 How (hall a young man well his conduct guide ? When heav'ns high laws o'er all his fteps prefide. S# PSALM cxix. 131 10 So have I ever found Hill, gracious God, Still let me keep the fame unerring road. 20 1 1 Thy word my conftant inmate, Lord, hath been To guard me from the fatal lures of fin. 1 2 Moft worthy thou of praife— --preferve me ftill In due obedience to thy facred will : 13 That on thy law I yet may meditate ; 25 That yet my tongue thy judgments may relate. 14 Not wealth, not honours, fuch true pleafure give As from my firm obedience I receive. 1 5 Therefore thy precepts fill my inmoft thought, My foul to rev'rence them is daily taught ; 30 16 Thy laws to me fincereft joy afford, And 111 ne'er flight the dictates of thy word, G I M E L. 1 7 To me the bleffmgs of thy grace impart, That ftill thy ftatutes may direct my heart ; 1 8 With thy effectual light illume my mind, 39 That ihe the wonders of thy law may find ; 19 On earth but as a fojourner I dwell ; Thou not thy precepts from my foul conceal. 20 My foul that fickens with defire to know The facred laws that from thy wifdom flow. 40 2 1 O thou, that, when the wicked wilful err, Rebuk'ft their pride, and ftrik'ft their hearts with fear, 22 Since faithful to thy dread commands I prove, From me contempt and calumny remove. 23 The great ones of the earth againfl me fpeak, 45 t 'Caufe I thy ftatutes refolutely feek ; 24 Their obloquy I fcorn thy ftatutes ftill Shall guide my heart, and regulate my will. D A L E T H. 25 Droops my fad foul ; Ihe languishes in grief; Do thou, as thou haft promis'd, grant relief; 50 26 The fecrets of my heart I've not conceal'd, But ev'ry error of my life reveal'd. 27 O let me then thy precepts underftand ; And fmg the wonders of thy mighty hand. 28 With pain, with anguifh, melts my foul away 5 e$ But thou thy mercy in her cure difplay. 29 Let me, my lips from falfhood to refrain, A perfect knowledge in thy precepts gain. 30 The ways of truth, of juftice, I have chofe, And thy bleft judgments as my rule propofe ; 60 3 1 Thy law the pleafure of my life I've made, Let not reproach my guilelefs foul upbraid ; S 2 If 132 PSALM cxix. 32 If thou my heart from all her cares wilt free, Til ever tread the path prefcrib'd by thee. H E. 33 Give me, the way of thy commands to know ; 65 The jalutary road unto me fhew ; Them to obferve, my utmoft foul I'll bend, And keep the road till life itfelf mall end. 35 Yes ; in thy ftatutes is my high delight ; guide me, lead me, that I walk aright. 70 36 Deaf may I prove to avarice's call, And never in the mares of folly fall ; But to thy precepts thou my heart incline ; And Hill fupport me with thy pow'r divine. 38 Thy fervant firmly on thy word relies, 75 He owns, thy judgments all are good, are wife j Long let him prove thy providential care, Nor the vile calumnies of fcofFers bear. 40 Thy law, thy precepts, will he conftant love, May he thy favour and thy mercy prove. 80 V A U. 41 Be mindful of thy covenant, O Lord; Support my foul, as promifes thy word ; 42 That, when the wicked with their taunts afTail, 1 may 'gainft their opprobrious wrongs prevail. 43 Truth let me ever fpeak, and fcorn a lie ; 85 For to thy juftice for defence I fly. 44 So, long as breath infpires this vital clay, Thy law mail I effectually obey ; 45 So, in the paths of fafety I fhall tread, Still live in peace, and no misfortunes dread : 90 46 Thy law, thy ftatutes, fearlefs, Til aver; Thy law e'en fceptre'd kings from me fhall hear ; 47 Obedience to thy law my fole employ, Thy law I'll make my only, conftant joy : 48 Thy law I've ever lov'd, and ftill will love, 95 And nought on earth my fix'd refolve fhall move. Z A I N. 49 Remember, Lord, the promife thou haft made ; 'Tis on that promife I rely for aid ; 50 My confolation this in deep diftrefs ; Thy word confoles me, when my foes opprefs. 100 5 1 For, when the proud with bafe derifion wound, Bleft comfort in thy love I've ever found. 52 Of old thy judgments I have ne'er forgot ; And they have chear'd my foul, and eas'd my thought : And, PSALM cxix. 133 53 And, tho' with horror I the wicked view, 105 And grieve to fee the meafures they purfue ; 54 Yet in this vale of mis'ry while I flay, Thy law mall be the fubjecl: of my lay. 5 5 At night fweet folace in thy law I find, E'en in the gloom thy name relieves my mind ; no 56 Or night or day 'tis my continued care, Thy name to fmg, thy ftatutes to declare. C H E T H. 5 j My portion thou, my hope, my wealth, my alfc I'll keep thy ftatutes, on thy name I'll call : 58 With fervent zeal thy favour I'll intreat, 115 That thou thy promis'd mercy ne'er forget. 59 When on the conduct of my life I thought, My foul to rev'rence thy commands, I brought ; 60 With fteady feet, without the leaft delay, Thy facred will I haften'd to obey. 1 20 61 The wicked pillage my domains, yet ne'er Thy law will I forfake thro' fervile fear. 62 To nobler heights I'll flill my duty raife, And rife at midnight thy bleft name to praife ; 63 And they alone fhall my aflbciates prove, 125 Who keep thy precepts, and thy law who love. 64 Thou, who to man doft all his bleffings give, Grant that in this refolve I conftant live. T E T H. 65 Firm to thy word, good God, with joy, with peace, Beneficent, thy fervant doft thou blefs. 13° 66 O Mill, iince thy commandments I believe, A folid judgment and true knowledge give. 6j Before I was diftreft, I went aftray ; But now I've fteadily purfued my way. 68 Thou'rt ever good beneficence is thine— — 13$ Direct me in the road to joys divine. 69 'Gainft me the villain-proud their flanders raife ; But thee I'll faithful feek, and fervent praife. 70 While my delight is in thy law and thee, Their hearts are blinded with profperity. 14° 7 1 Well was it then, that I diftrefs have known ; Elfe I with them the fatal road had gone. 72 Thy law, thy ftatutes, to my foul appear, More precious far, than all the world holds dear. J O D. 73 My frame, O God, created by thy hand, 145 Grant me, thy perfect law to underftand ; My 134 P S J L M cxix. 74 My great protection thou, with heart fincere They'll joy to fee me, who thy word revere. 75 I know, O God, how juft thy judgments are ; And that I juftly thy inflictions bear. 1 r 9 76 But now thy faithful promife call to mind, And let me folace in thy mercy find. 77 Yes ; fmce thy ftatutes make my fole employ, Let me thy bleft beneficence enjoy ; 78 While periih they, who with a caufelefs hate 155 Purfue my foul, and to deftroy me, wait ; 79 While thofe, who fear thee, and obey thy laws, In friendfhip join me, and aflift my caufe ; 80 While firm my feet the paths of duty trace, And dire confufion never fhrouds my face. 1 60 C A P H. 8 1 For thy falvation faints my foul ; yet dill I hope, and in that hope fweet folace feel : 82 Deny their wonted aid my languid eyes ; Yet on thy word thy fervant ftill relies : 83 In expectation waftes my ftrength away; 165 And yet I never from thy ftatutes ftray. 84. How long muft I this bitter anguifli know ? When falls thy fearful vengeance on the foe ? 85 For me the proud, who thy commands blafpheme, Dig deep the pit, and 'gainft thy fervant fcheme. 170 86 Juft are thy precepts, and thyfelf art juft; Therefore in thee 'gainft all their wiles I truft. 87 Me to the grave their wiles had well nigh brought ; Thy law directed ftill my ev'ry thought. 88 O let thy mercy then my foul revive ; 1 75 So I thy law fhall conftant keep and live. LAMED. 89 For ever firm, O God, thy word remains ; Firm as the heav'ns what once thy will ordains ; 90 Thy faithfulnefs for ever is the fame ; And lafts as long as earth's eftablifh'd frame : 1 80 91 What thou haft once determin'd ever Hands, For all things hear and wait thy high commands. 92 Unlefs thy ftatutes my delight had been, This bleft, this happy day, I 'ad never feen. 93 To them I owe my prefent profp'rous ftate ; 185 Therefore thy ftatutes never I'll forget. 94 Thine am I, gracious God; thy fervant fave A ftrict regard to thy commands I have. 95 The wicked long have waited to deftroy, But ftill thv law fhall all my hours employ : 1 90 Thy PSALM cxix. J 3S 96 Thy law fhall to eternity have pow'r, When earth, when time, when death itfelf % no more. MEM. 97 How does thy law my foul's affections fway s Thy law, my meditation all the day ? 98 Thy bleft commands, that conftant with me dwell, 195 Make me, that I mine enemies excel : 99 My mind by them illumin'd, high I foar, 'Bove thofe, who were my teachers heretofore. 100 Thro" them more wonders can I now defcry Than all the fages of antiquity. 200 ioi Thro' them the paths to evil IVe efchew'd ; Thro' them the road to happinefs purfued : I oz My great inftructor thou, the road I trod> And ne'er forfook the ftatutes of my God. J 03 O how they furnilh me a fweet repaft, 205 Sweeter than pureft honey to the tafte ! 1 04 By them the paths to error I decline ; By them celeftial wifdom now is mine. N U N . 105 Thy word directs me, that I never ftray, A lamp to guide me in the perfect way. 210 1 06 IVe fworn (and what IVe (worn, I will obferve) That from thy judgments I will never fwerve. 107 Afflicted heavily, to thee I cry j O, mindful of thy word, fwift aid fupply. 108 The free-will ofF'ring of my mouth accept, 215 And in thy ftatutes thou my foul direct. 109 My foul unnumber'd perils ftill furround ; But on thy mercy all my hopes I found. I I o For me my impious foes have laid the fhare ; Yet from thy precepts I will fcorn to err. 220 I I I Them, as my fole inheritance, I take ; Them, I my fole delight, my folace make. 112 Long as I live, my refolution this -, Thy law t' obferve, to never act amifs. S A M E C H. 1 1 3 Vain-glorious thoughts my ftrongeft hatred move ; 225 And only on thy law I fix my love. 1 1 4 My ihield art thou, my fure, my ftrong defence, Thy word, the guardian of my innocence. 115 From me depart; avaunt, ye impious croud; For I will keep the ftatutes of my God. 230 116 And thou, my God, be ftill my powerful friend, Nor let diffracting fhame my hopes attend. The i 3 6 PSALM cxix. 1 1 7 The anchor of my hopes I'll not reject, Secure r ftand, if thou my foul protect. 1 1 8 Deftroy'd are all, thy ftatutes that defert, 235 Their works are falmoods all ; the tricks of art : 119 Like drofs, the impious doft thou fweep away ; Soon are they gone ; foon finifhes their day. 1 20 Nay too, my trembling fyftem quakes for fear ; Left I the terrors of thy juftice bear. 240 A I N. 121 In juftice IVe endeavour 'd to excel ; , 'Gainft me let not th' oppreflbr's fchemes prevail. 122 With thy beneficence thy fervant aid, Left foes infulting fhou'd my peace invade. 123 Dim are my eyes with waiting for the hour, 245 Wherein thou wilt exert thy healing pow'r. 124 I plead thy mercy let thy mercy fway ; I only afk thy precepts to obey. 125 Myfelf thy fervant humbly I confefs ; My proftrate foul with heavenly wifdom blefs. 250 126 'Tis time, O Lord, that thou aflert thy caufe ; For lo ! the wicked have made void thy laws : 127 While I of nobler price thy precepts deem, Than all the glitter grovelling fouls efteem : 128 Thy law I rev'rence, and thy name adore, 255 And ail falfe ways I utterly abhor. P E. 1 29 Thy laws are wonderful, beyond compare ; 'Tis therefore they're the objects of my care. 130 His mind's enlighten'd, who thy word receives ; Thy word bleft knowledge to the fimple gives. 260 1 3 1 Thy pow'rful word fo much my foul denYd ; My breath heav'd fhort, and almoft I expir'd. 132 All-gracious, view me with that eye benign, With which thou wonteft on the juft to mine. 133 Me in my conduct by thy word fuftain, 265 That no bafe paffion o'er my foul may reign. 134 From vile injurious pride preferve me free ; So mall I keep thy law, and reverence thee. 135 On me the glories of thy face difplay, And teach me to walk fteady in thy way. 27© 136 Inceffant ftreams flow from my weeping eyes, 'Caufe poor miftaken men thy law defpife. T S A D E. 137 Impartial juftice, Lord, directs thy pow'r, Juftice divine the wicked mail deplore : And PSALM cxix. i 37 1 38 And all the laws thou'ft. given us to obferve 27 c Teach us, that thou wilt ne'er from juftice fwerve. 1 39 What anguifh pains my foul, becaufe my foes Forget thy word, and thy commands oppofe r 140 Yet purer Hill thy word than pareft gold ; Clofe to my heart thy word I therefore hold. 280 141 Poor tho' I am, tho' had in vileft fcorn, Yet from thy precepts I'll difdain to turn. 142 With killing griefs I ftruggle day and night ; Still in thy law I find fincere delight. 143 Thy facred law mall time afTault in vain ; 285 When time's no more, thy juftice fhall remain ; 144 Thy juftice to eternity fhall live The pow'r to know thy will, dread father, give. KOPE 145 With faithful heart to thee, O God, I pray -, That I may never from thy ftatutes ftray. 290 1 46 Me with thy gracious mercy ftill protect ; And ne'er fhall I thy facred law reject. 147 E'er dawns the day, is this my conftant pray'r, And this my hope I faithfully declare : 148 When glooms the night, I thus thy pow'r intreat, 295 And, wakeful, on thy law I meditate. 149 My voice, all-gracious God, benignly hear ; Give me, my life to govern by thy fear. 150 The impious croud that not on thee rely, That fport with mifchief, draw alas ! too nigh : 300 1 5 1 But nearer thou ; on thee will I depend ; Truth, equity, and judgment, thee attend. 152 Thy holy law, O God, I've known of old, Thy law that lafts, till time's laft hour is told. R E S H. 153 My griefs confider, and thy fervant free ; 305 Thy law I've not forgot; but truft in thee. 154 Plead thou my caufe ; in fafety bid me live 1 And, as thou'ft promis'd long, my foul revive, 155 Salvation to the wicked thou'lt deny ; , Thy law they fcorn, nor on thy pow'r rely, 3 10 156 O let me long in peace enjoy the day ; Thy mercies, Lord, no numbers can difplay. 157 Many are they, that 'gainft my life combine; Yet ne'er from thy commandments I decline. 158 I view'd the vile tranfgreffors with regret, 325 'Caufe thy dread ftatutes they wou'd ftill reject, 159 O thou confider, how thy law I love, And to my faithful foul benignant prove, T True i 3 8 PSALM cxx, 1 60 True from the firft thy word has ever been ; True to eternal ages fhall remain. 320 S C H I N. 1 61 With caufelefs hate proud tyrants have oppreft ; But on thy word my foul fhall ever reft. 162 Thy word to me more folid joy does yield, Than e'en the richeft plunder of the field. 163 Odious unto my foul bafe liars prove, 325 But thy bleft law with ardency I love. , 164 Seven times a day to thee my voice I raife ; Seven times a day I celebrate thy praife. 165 What joys on all that love thy ftatutes, wait ? No heavy cares difturb their happy ftate. 330 166 For thy falvation long I've waited, Lord, And therefore was I govern'd by thy word : 167 Obfervant of thy law I've conftant prov'd ; Thy facred precepts I've fincerely lov'd ; 168 Obedience to thy will I've ever {hewn 335 But thou my foul's moll fecret thoughts haft known. T A U. 1 69 O hear me, gracious, when I thee addrefs ; My foul, O God, with heav'nly wifdom blefs. 170 Let my complaint pervade thy pitying ear; ' With mercy, Lord, as thou haft promis'd, hear. 340 171 Then, when thou'ft made me perfect in thy ways, My glowing lips lhall utter all thy praife ; 172 My tongue the myiteries of thy word lhall fing, For all thy laws from truth, from juftice, fpring. 173 On thy right hand fecure let me repofe, 345 For I thy precepts for my guides have chofe. 1 74 To me thy laws fincereft joy afford, And long I've waited thy falvation, Lord. 175 Still grant me life, that I thy praife may tell, And in obedience of thy precepts dwell. 35Q 1 76 Seek me, O God, as feeks the fwain his ftray, And never more I'll wander from my way. P S A L H CXX. 1 "1 T THEN^foes with cruel hate befet me round, VV My f ame when impious tongues with flander wound, Quite deftitute of aid, to thee I fly, To thee, dread father, and thou hear'ft my cry. 2 O thou, who art to fimplc truth a friend, 5 And doft the honeft, guilelefs heart defend. From \P S A L M cxxi, cxxik 139 From fland'rous lips and undermining tongues Relieve my foul, and chafe away her wrongs. 3 Ye villain-herd, who thus affault my fame, Your tongues more fatal than devouring flame, 1 3 Who wound' more deep with your invenom'd words, Than pointed arrows, or than keeneft fwords ; What fudden vengeance mail your fouls await ; What dreadful judgments mall I deprecate ? 5 Alas ! the fatal miferies I feel, 1 5 Amid the hoftile croud conftrain'd to dwell, With men, who to humanity are loft ; And all their cruelties for virtues boaft ! 6 For blood they thirft, and wars a ad rapines pleafe, Nor have they joy in the delights of peace ; 20 7 Fair peace they hate ; from her embrace they fly ; War fills their thought, and furniihes their joy, PSALM CXXI. 1 TT THEN cruel foes with caufelefs malice arm, V V And ftrike my haraft foul with dread alarm, Around the neighb'ring hills I'll call mine eye ; They haply may immediate aid fupply. 2 Yet fure our God, ofheav'n, of earth, dread Lord, 5 In my diftrefs will quick relief afford j 3 Nor thou, my foul, be loft in empty fear ; Thy God, to heal thy griefs, is ever near ; His eye, thy heav'nly guard, will never clofe, 4 Nor afks, like feeble mortals, foft repofe. 10 5 Anigh thee, fee, thy great preferver ftands, And o'er thy head his ihelt'ring wings expands ; 6 By day he Ihades thee from the fcorching fun 5 By night defends thee from the baleful moon : 7 At home thy fure protector he'll be found ; 1 5 - In vain infidious foes thy home furround ; Abroad he ihields thee, or in peace or war ; He watches o'er thee with a father's care j In ev'ry exigence thy life defends Thy God's protecting mercy never ends. 20 PSALM CXXIL 1 f~\ BRIGHT, O glorious day! refplendent morn ! V_/ With what a beamy luftre doft thou dawn ? What joy pervades my foul, the tribes to fee In pious throngs, dear Salem, vifit thee ? T 2 2 140 P S A L M cxxin, cxxiv. z I too with them will croud thy facred gate ; r To join the joyous tribes I earneft wait ; 3 Yes ; thee I'll vifit thy bright domes arife In fair proportion, equal with the fkies : Fruitlefs th' attempt, in numbers to exprefs Thy lofry tow'rs and ftately palaces. 10 4 Approach thy gates on this appointed day The faithful tribes, their ftated vows to pay, Their annual rites t' obferve ; in tuneful lays, In rapt'rous hymns, to fmg Jehovah's praife. 5 In thee hath judgment fix'd her awful feat ; 15 Thee has Jejfides made his bleft retreat ; From his high throne he hears the orphan's caufe, Condemns oppreflion, and fupports the laws. 6 O favour'd city ! long may downy peace, May ev'ry joy, thy happy people blefs ! 20 May heav'n it's choiceft gifts on thee beftow ; Around thy plains eternal plenty flow ! May that dread pow'r, who long thy facred hill Hath chofe for his abode, protect thee ftill. PSALM CXXUL j f\ THOU, who haft o'er all eternal fway, V^/ Whofe throne is heav'n, and whom the worlds obey ; When griefs diftrefs, when foes around me rife, To thy paternal love I lift mine eyes. 2 As with attentive eye the Have obferves 5 His matter's beck, nor from his duty fwerves ; As views the maid her miflrefs' nod with care, That me her favour and her love may fhare ; So wait our eyes on our all-clement Lord, Till he his bleft beneficence afford, 1© 3 E'en now aflift us, and our griefs remove ; Mere objects of reproach, of fcorn, we prove ; Our foes infult us, and our griefs deride, And utter their contempt with killing pride ; Our anguifli'd fouls their infolence can't bear, 1 5 Have mercy, Lord, and our confufion fpare. PSALM CXXIF. 1 y^vUR caufe if heav'n's high king (may Ifrqplfey) \JP Had not fupported on that doubtful day ; Z For us had he not fought, when haughty foes In all their wrath and all their fury rofe -, When PSALM cxxv, cxxvi. 141 3 When they fa thirfted for our guiltlefs blood, 5 We ne'er their cruel frenzy had withftood. 4 Like fierce impetuous floods that break their mounds, And deluge with their fudden waves the grounds, On us they 'ad fall'n, and fwept us clean away, Our wives, our infants, and our lands, their prey. 10 6 But everlafting praife attend our God ! From him our fafety in our danger flow'd : 7 By him deliver'd from their toils we are, As fcapes the fparrow from the fowler's fnare ; 8 On his ilrong arm we ftill depend for aid 5 15 On his alone, who heav'n, who earth, hath made. PSALM CXXV, 1 /~\N great Jehovah who in faith rely, y/ Shall firmly Hand, like Sion feated high 5 In vain 'gainft Sion's mount the winds arife ; She braves their fury, and the ftorm defies. 2 As round Jerufalem the hills expend, 5 And by their natural ftrength the town defend 1 So guards his tribes Jehovah with his pow'r ; They never long his wanted aid deplore. 3 Long as his people to their God are true, Them mail the impious nations ne'er fubdue, 10 O'er them ne'er exercife defpotic fway, Nor lure their fouls from his dread laws to flray, a. To them, O Lord, who duly rev'rence thee, Whofe hearts are upright, fhew thy clemency ; 5 But all who deviate from thy facred law, 15 Whofe fouls are fmful, with thy judgments awe ; While bleft tranquility in Salem reigns, And peace and plenty crown her flow'ry plains. PSALM CXXVI. x TT7HEN God all-clement heard his people's cries, Vy And freed them from their galling miferies ; When he redeem'd them with his mighty hand, And fafe-reflor'd them to their native land ; 'Twixt hope and fear diftracled, long they feem g Like men awaking from an irkfome dream ; 2 Then were their forrows into laughter turn'd ; They then rejoic'd as much as late they mourn'd \ Dried were their tears 'twas all one fcene of joy j While hymn's of gratitude their tongues employ, 10 \ Nor 142 PSALM cxxvn. ' Nor lefs aftonifli'd at the great event The heathen were, and murmur'd difcontent : What wonders hath their God perform d ? they cry ; 3 Wonders indeed f we therefore fhout for joy. 4 And thou our brethren, gracious God, reftore ; 1 5 In their hard bondage let them ugh no more ; Let them return, and fill the crouded road ; As, when the fouth-wind blows, the rapid flood Difdains confinement, and breaks down it's mounds, And the whole plain in one wide deluge drowns. 20 5 Who trufts his grain unto a barren foil, Anxious he fears, 'twill not repay his toil ; But if glad rains a plenteous crop produce, What fudden tranfports o'er his foul difFufe ? 6 So we, from exile happily return'd, 25 Where long our fetters and our woes we 'ad mournM ; Refeated in our native fields, are gay, And our deliv'rer's clemency difplay 5 Ourfelves to life, to liberty, reftor'd, We, raptur'd, fing the mercies of our Lord. 30 PSALM CXXTIL 1 r a "HE great defign if not Jehovah blefs, X Vainly we fcheme the lofty dome to raife ; Nor wakeful guards the city can fecure, If not protected by Almighty pow'r. 2 If heav'n not man in all his toil fuflain, 5 He rifes early to his work in vain, In vain he to his reft does late repair, And eat the bread of wearinefs and care. But heav'n your friend, your fchemes have fure fuccefs, Profp'rous your labours, and you fleep in peace. 10 3 He ihow'rs eternal blefiings on your head, Crowns with a num'rous race the genial bed : With infant prate, diverting cares away, Around your board the dear-lov'd ftriplings play. 4 And Oh ! what nobler blefiings can afford 15 To his lov'd fervants our indulgent Lord ? The warrior boafts not in the dufty field So fure a buckler, nor fo firm a ftiield. 5 Happy the man, whofe fons defend his life f They're arms, that fail not in the day of ftrife ; 20 Afore the judge when cited to appear, He'll not his wily adverfary fear. PSALM PSALM cxxvm, cxxix, cxxx. 143 p s a l m cxxrm. i TJE's trebly bleft, who dreads th' omnifcient God, JJj[ And in his perfect way with fear has trod, 2 Himfelf and his kind providence's care; The produce of his hands he long fhall {hare, 3 His wife, chafte objeft of his faithful loves, Jj* Fills all his wifhes, and his joys improves ; Like beauteous olives in a fruitful foil, His children croud his board, and crown his toil. 4 Thus bleft he lives his God will ftill bellow 5 Still from his God inceflant bounties flow ; 10 And, more t' enhance his happinefs, he {&es His country bleft with opulence and peace ; 6 He fees his own and country's welfare join'd, While fond parental tranfports fill his mind ; He fees his race of ev'ry good poffeft, r i £ Thanks his kind God, and dies fupremely bleft. .PSALM CXXIX/ 1 T"> U L L oft (may Ifrael fay) invet'rate foes, Jj E'en from our infant-ftate, have caufelefs rofe; z Full oft our peace, our lives, have they affail'd ; But never yet their vilkin-fchemes prevail'd : 3 Oft heavy burthens on our backs they've laid j 5 And with their barb'rous cruelties difmay'd. 4 But heav'n is ever juft our bonds he broke, And freed his people from the galling yoke. 5 May fure confufion and vain hopes await The impious nations that our Sion hate : 10 6 Wither like grafs on lofty roofs, our foes ; Like grafs that never to perfection grows -;< 7 Which, left the paftime of the wanton wind, The mower fcorns, nor will the gleaners bind ; 8 Which views the trav'ller with a carelefs eye, jr Nor craves a bleffing, as he paifes by. ■s PSALM CXXX. UNK in the depths of woe, to thee I cried, On thee, my God, in all my griefs relied ; O hear me, Lord ; attend my humble pray'r ; The fad complainings of thy fervant hear. If thou, vindi&ive, not our crimes forgive, Ah ! who can bear the dread award and live ? «< But 144 PSALM cxxxi, cxxxn.' 4 " But ftill, our hearts to gratitude to move, " Thy dear, thy darling attribute is love. ^ " In thy fure word my only hope I place, " And wait the mercy of thy promis'd grace. i© 6 " As longs the watchman for the morning light, . t( Tir'd with the tedious duty of the night ; « My anguifh'd foul, o'erwhelm'd in mifery, ORE thee, O gracious God, I Hand confefl ; P Thou view'fl the inmoft fecrets of my breaft ; 2 Whate'er my heart conceives, my hands have done, Howe'er from man conceal'd, to thee is known : 3 My night's repofe, the travail of my days, 5 Thy wifdom fearches, and thy eye furveys : 4 Nor from my tongue drops one unheeded word, But ftrait thou hear'ft it, O omnifcient Lord : 5 Whate'er I am, my frame, behind, before, Is all the bright exertion of thy pow'r. 1 » 6 Such knowledge far tranfcends the narrow bound* Of human lore, and all our pride confounds. 7 O how lhall I thy awful pretence ihun ? To what dark corner from thy fpirit run ? 8 If I afcend to yon celeftial fphere, 1 5 Lo ! thou in dreadful majefty art there : To hell's drear fhade if I direct my road, E'en there I find the omniprefent God. 9 Me with her rofeate car if morn fupply, And to the limits of the weft I fly ; 2© 10 *Tis vain ; ftill in thy prefence I mail ftand, Expos'd to all the thunder of thy hand. 1 1 Say, fhall I hide me in the gloomy night ? Alas ! thy prefence makes the darknefs light ; Thy prefence drives the darknefs far away ; 25 With thee there's no alternate night and day. 1 3 Thou form'ft the clofe receffes of the mind, And in thofe clofe receiTes thee I find : When a rude embryo in the womb I lay, Thou gav'ft a cov'ring to my growing clay. 30 14 The perfect model of my frame difplays Thy wond'rous wifdom, and extorts my praife ; My mind runs o'er thy works with awe unfeign'd, And owns the pow'r fhe cannot comprehend : 15 Owns, wfcn at firft in fecret I was made, 35 Thine eye the gloomy dwelling dH pervade ; To PSALM cxl. jp To forming nature was the certain guide, And o'er the curious texture did preiide. 1 6 Thou knew'ft me, Lord, while yet my limbs were nought, For in thy book my formlefs limbs were wrote ; 40 And, 'fore they were, thy wonder-working mind Their various powVs, their ftated hours, defign'd. 1 7 This when my foul revolves, in wild amaze She's loft, and can but offer up her praife ; And vainly me attempts to number o'er *g The dread ftupendous wonders of thy pow'r : 1 8 For with much greater eafe I'd count the fand Which caft the flowing tides upon the ftrand, E'en tho' I mould eternal vigils keep, And ne'er indulge my eyes in balmy fleep. 50 1 9 O when wilt thou the impious race deilroy, Whofe thirft is blood, and homicide their joy ; 20 Who with their villain-tongues thy works blafpheme, And, wanton in their guilt, profane thy name ? 21 Say, are not they the objects of my hate, 55 Who dare thy facred ftatutes violate ? Count I not them among my enemies, Who thee blafpheme, and thy dread pow'r defpife ? 22 Yes ; fure I hate them, nor my friends fn all be The impious crouds, who dare dishonour thee ? 60 23 O fearch, all -clement God, my honeft mind ; Thou'lt ftill thy love my ruling pajjion find : 24 If with the wicked I thy laws contemn, Confign me to eternal woes with them ; If with the righteous I thy laws obey, 65 Guide me with them to everlafting day. PSALM CXL. 1 T)RE SERVE me, Lord, from that infidious croud, J7 Thofe cruel foes, who've long my death purfued, 2 Who mifchiefs 'gainil me conftantly prepare, Threaten my ruin, and denounce a war : 3 Whofe tongues their deadly flanders fcatter round, £ And far more deeply than a viper wound : 4 Defend me from their villainous deceit, And fhield me from the violence they threat. 5 For my poor foul in ambufcade they lie, And hope t' enfnare me by their treachery. 10 6 But thou, whom long my only ftrength I've made, Hear, when I pray, and haflen to my aid ; 7 My great falvation thou, my Lord, my God ; Oft haft thou aid in doubtful times beftow'd, Now 152 PSALM cxli. 8 Now too, make all their hopes, their counfels void, ic Their fouls infatuate, and confound their pride. 9 On their own heads fall all their killing wrongs ; Wound their own fouls the arrows of their tongues : I o From heav'n pour down thy dread confuming fire ; Deep in th' avenging flame let them expire ; 20 I I Drive falfe detractors, from our earth away, And in their horrid fate thy pow'r difplay. 1 2 Thou wilt, I know, griev'd innocence fuftain : To thee the injur'd ne'er apply in vain. %3 Therefore the righteous in thy prefence dwell, 25 Sing to thy name, and all thy praifes tell. PSALM CXLI. 1 thee, all-clement God, I conftant cry ; O hear me, and immediate aid fupply : 2 'Fore thee in pray'r when thy griev'd fervant falls, And on thy name with hands uplifted calls ; Hear him, as when with incenfe he adores, £ And the pure off 'ring on thy altar pours. 3 By thy dread fear be Hill my tongue reftrain'd, Guard clofe my lips, that I not thee offend : 4 Preferve me fteady in the perfedt road, That I with fmners ne'er blafpheme my God ;. 10 Never with them in horrid guilt combine, But in their impious off 'rings fcorn to join. 5 Me rather fmite the righteous and reprove ; I'll count it all the kind refult of love ; More welcome this, than when in flatt'ring guife, 15 With foothing fpeech, deceitful men entice. 6 When fall the wicked from their high eflate, And mourn their fad viciflitude of fate ; May they reflett, how friendly I advis'd, The wholefome warnings that they late defpis'd. 29 7 For me, thro' terror of impending death, Hang loofe my fhatter'd bones, and faint I breathe ; My bones are fhatter'd like the tumbling oak, That mourns it's honours fall'n, it's branches broke.. 8 But thou, almighty God, that rul'ft on high, -2^ Thou art my hope ; I on thy aid rely : 9 Defend my life from each infidious lhare, From all the toils my cruel foes prepare : 10 Let me efcape, while I, enraptur'd, fee Thofe foes deitroy'd thro' their own perfidy. 3© PSALM PSALM cxlii, cxliii, 153 PSALM CXLIL 1 \T /ITH ardent voice unto the Lord I cry ; \ y With uplift hands implore his clemency. 2 To him lay open all my fecret grief, And in fad anguifh beg his fwift relief. 3 While in the depths of woe, O God, I lay, £ Thou know 'ft how firm I trod the perfect way -, Thou know'ft how my inhuman foes prepar'd Their toils, thy faithful fervant to Ve enfnar'd. 4 I look'd for aid, but no kind friend was near ; No friend, my faint and finking foul to chear ; i o No faithful friend to curb my cruel foes, To flem the torrent, and their wrongs t 1 oppofe. 5 'Twas then, thy mercy I invok'd, O Lord, Call'd thee my refuge, and thy aid implor'd, Refolv'd, while life thou gav'ft me to enjoy, £5 On thee and thy protection to rely. 6 O hear me now, for I'm in great diftrefs, With killing wrongs the men of blood opprefs. J From the drear prifon thou thy fervant raife, That he thy great, thy glorious name may praife ; 20 That thee the righteous may in hymns extol ; The God whofe goodnefs guards the humble foul. PSALM CXLIIL 1 /"V SOV 1 REIGN Lord, my fuppliant plainings hear ; V_/ Give to my mournful plea a lift'ning ear ; Thy wonted faith, thy wonted juftice mew, And fhield me, fave me, from th' obdurate foe. 2 Yet not my life too ftricUy thou furvey, 5 Since none fo perfectly thy laws obey, None o'er their paflions hold fo firm command, As pure, as guiltlefs, in thy fight to ftand. 3 Lo ! my fierce enemy affaults my foul ; The victim of his villain-hate I fall. 10 My difmal dwelling in the dark I have, Like them who long have moulder'dTin the grave. 4 Therefore my foul was overwhelm'd with grief ; My heart v/ell nigh defpair'd to aik relief: 5 Yet I remember'd ftill, (and ftill ador'd) . 115 That not in vain our anceftcrs implor'd Thy gracious mercy ; when thy pitying hand Difpell'd their dangers, and their fouls Uiflair/d, 6 This gives me courage to fupport my fate , With confidence thy mercy I intreat ; 20 X P'or 154 PSALM cxliv. For thee I long, as long the thirfty plains, Parch'd by the fultry heat, for kindly rains. 7 Then hear, all-clement God ; fwift aid impart, Droops my afflitted foul, and fails my heart : Shoud'ft thou in anger turn thy face away, 2C Soon death wou'd drive me from the realms of day. S In thee alone I hope, on thee rely ; With gracious fpeed to my afliftance fly ; To thee my foul looks up, to only thee ; Save her, my God, and give her liberty. 3© 9 O fhield her from the infults of her foes, For thee her fortrefs and her rock {he chofe. 10 Wife, good and juft, art thou dired my will, That I thy (latutes ever may fulfil ; That I no ear to error's lure may give, 35 But in the paths of duty ever live. 1 1 And that the grateful tribes thy name may praife, Give me the bleffings of my former days ; And, that thy juftice may to all appear, Relieve me from this burthen of my fear. 40 \2 Thy fervant I my griefs in mercy view, And let thy vengeance my fell foes purfue ; Deftroy them, that they not diftrefs me more, And I'll that mercy gratefully adore. PSALM CXLlr. 1 /~S GRACIOUS God, thy glorious name be prais'd ! V^/ 'Tis thou that oft my drooping foul haft rais'd ; By thee infpir'd, what wonders I've perform'd, What armies routed, and what rampiers ftorm'd ? 2 That life, that health, that manly vigour's mine, 5 That I with bright unfullied honours fhine, That oft I've triumph'd o'er the enemy, And rule o'er mighty realms, I owe to thee. 3 O great Creator ! what is man, that thou To him doit fuch continued favour {hew, te Such wond'rous bleffings doft for him prepare, And conitant guarcrft him with paternal care ? 4 What, but the empty pageant of a day, That like a fhadow, fwiftly fleets away ! 5 Bow down thy heav'ns, O mighty God ; defcend ; 1 5 And let thy radiant guard their king attend ; Let at thy prefence clouds of fmoak arife, From out th' aftonifiYd hills, and {hade the ikies. 6 Bid the- vaft father with thy lightnings glow, And with thy flamjng arrows ftrike the foe. 20 Stretch PSALM CXLV. *Si 7 Stretch forth thy aiding hand, and, gracious, fave From the drear horrors of the threat'ning grave - Thy faithful fervant ; lo ! with impious rage The villain-rout againft my peace engage ; S With words of death they arm their venom'd tongues, 25 And fill their cruel hands with fatal wrongs. 9 In hymns of joy I then my voice will raife, And tune my lyre, to celebrate thy praife. I o Thou hear'ft the pleading monarch in diftrefs, And with deliv'rance doft thy David blefs ; 30 I I Yes ; with thy mighty hand propitious fave From the drear horrors of the threat'ning grave Thy finking fervant ; lo ! with impious rage The villain-rout againft my peace engage ; With words of death they arm their venom'd tongues, 3 5 And fill their cruel hands with fatal wrongs . 12 In ftrength, in vigour, may our youth improve, As in a fruitful foil the laurel grove ; Lovely and blooming may our maids become, Like polifh'd columns of the ftately dome. 40 ! 3 May our rich fields a golden plenty yield ; May with their yellow iheaves our barns be filTd ; And fail our flocks increafe their fleecy breed, That fcarce our grafly plains their numbers feed. 1 4 Strong for his labour prove the fturdy fleer, 45 While no fhrill clarion ftrikes our hearts with fear ; While no fierce foe our peaceful cities threats, No moaning, no complaining, fills our ftreets." 1 5 Bleft are the people, who without alloy Such fweet felicities as thefe enjoy ! ,50 Yes ; trebly bleft are they, whofe God's the Lord, The dread Supreme, by heav'n, by earth, ador'd ! PSALM CXLV. 1 TT7HILE lafts this folid globe, my God, my king, V V Thy name, thy pow'r, thy majefty, I'll fing ; 2 Both night and day my grateful voice I'll raife, And ev'ry hour fhall hear me hymn thy praife. 3 Great art thou, Lord, and mighty is thy pow'r, 5 Too great for human wifdom to explore ! 4 Yet, while yon ftarry lights abo