FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY f ! Section JO&V A ^ 0F N E VV ■ V E k ®^I2©1$? of the vrM ^mn. 8^^ Book of Ps a l ms in Metre, To which is added, A Supplement of Divine Hymns, or Scripture Songs. All fitted to the common Pfalm Tunes ; and adapted to the prefent State of the Chriftian ChurQh. There is alfo prefixed, An humble Address to all the Minifters of the Church of Scot /and, relative to this Undertaking. By JAMES MAXWELL, S. D. P. -I00<><><><><>0 NEW VERSION OF THE PSALMS- ^X^KX><>!X><><><><><><>0<><><><><><> Be found the road to hell. B 2 1 6 PSALM IL P S A L M j ir, WITH rage why did the Gentiles join, And Jews with one accord, Attempt a fruitlefs vain defign, To plot againft the Lord ? 2 The kings and rulers of the earth, And people were combin'd, Againft the child of heav'nly birth, The Saviour of mankind. 3 Said they, Come let us break their bands? And cafl their cords away : "We will not yield to their commands, Nor Ghrift as Lord obey. 4 The Lord on high beholds and fmiles At all their weak defigns ; And through their coufels and their wiles, How bright his wifdom (hines ! 5 Then (hall he fpeak to them in wrath, And vex them in his ire : And molt inglorioufly in death Shall all his foes expire. 6 Though men refift my righteous will. My King 1 here ordain, And fix his throne on Zion's hill "Where he (hall ever reign. Part II. 7 God's- firm decree I will difplay, The Lord hath faid to me, Thou art my only Son, this day I have begotten thee. P5 A*L U Iff. *T 8 Afk thou of me and I will give The heathen to thine hand : The nations all mall bow and live At thy divine command. 9 But whofo fcorns thy gentle yoke, They by thine iron rod, Like potters veffels (hall be broke, And by thy feet be trode. 10 O then, ye kings, be wife and !earn r Ye judges of the earth ; Serve God with fear, and with concern Join trembling with your mirth. 12 Kifs ye the Son with humble fear, And bow ev'n to the dnfr ; For if his wrath but once appear, They're blefs'd who in him truft. P S A L M III. LORD, how increafed are my foes ? Againft me many rife, "Who drive my peace to difcompofe, And dill my hurt devtfe. 2 Many infultingly upbraid, And fay, O Lord, of thee, That thou wik ne'er afford them aid, Nor deign to fuccour me. 3 But, Lord, thou art the fure defence, Whereon my hopes rely ; And thou my glory doft advance, And lift my head on high. B 3 1 8 P S A L M IV, Pa r t II. 4 To God I cried in deep diftrefs, And from his holy Hill He heard, and did my woes redrefs, And bid me fear no ill. 5 I laid me down, and quietly flept, And chear fully arofe, Beeaufe God's watchful eye me kept, la fpite of all my foz?. 6 Now, mould ten thoufand me fur round, I will not yield to fear, Since God my helper flrong is found, And tkat for ever near. [*7 Arife to fave me ; Lord, arife ; For thou the jaws haft broke, And teeth of all mine enemies, By one vindictive ftroke.] 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs ; Hk people he (hall blefs ; And they his praife, in thankful fongs, For ever (hall exp-refs, PSALM IV. HEAR me, O Lord ; to thee 1 call> God of my righteoufaefs : Thou haft enlarg'd me when in thrall^ And rais'd m« from diftrefs. O let thine antient mercy (till Attend my humble pray'r ; And from thine high and holy hill,. Bo7/ down thy grncicns car, P S A L M IV. ~ 19 2 But, O ye Tons of men, how long My glory will ye (hame ? Plow long with (landers fill your tongue, And me with lies defame ? 3 But know that for himfelf the Lord The godly man hath chofe : He therefore will his ear afford To my complaints and woes. 4 Then Hand in awe ; with humble dread Shun ev'ry thing that's ill: Commune with your own hearts on bed, And in God's fight be ftilL 5 Offer a fpotlefs facriflee Of righteoufnefs to God ; But know that nothing will fuffice But Ghrift's atoning blood. Part II. 6 Many unthinking people fay, Who wilt fome good beflow ? But, Lord, thy light on us difplay, None other good we know. 7 For thus thou haft with joys divine/ Our fouls more amply bleft, Than worldlings when their corn and wine., And all .their ftores increaft. 8 In peace I lay me down and fleep, Fearlefs of death and hell : For thou who doft thine Ifr'el keep) Mak'ft me in fafety dwell 20 PSAL M V. PSALM V. GIVE ear unto my words, O Lord, My meditation weigh : 2 My King, my God, thy grace afford, For I to thee wilj pray, 3 Lord, in the morning thou (halt hear My voice afcending high ; Early will I accoaft thine ear "With humble filial cry. 4 And looking up, my God, to thee, "Who takeft no delight In wickednefs ; nor fhall it be Admitted in thy fight. 5 Nor fools (hall in thy prefence ftand, "Who work iniquity : For, Lord, thy fin-avenging hand ' Shall drive them far from thee. 6 The liar thou doft alfo fcan, Nor (hall he 'fcape thy fword : The bloody and deceitful man Is in thy fight abhor'd. 7 But as for me I will draw near, "With thy rich mercies blefr, And in thy temple I'll appear, "With gratitude impreft. Part IL 8 Lord, by thy Spirit lead thou me^ In ways of righteoufnefs ; Becaufe my foes would gladly fee, Should I thy laws trail fgrefs. PSALM VI. 21 9 For, Lord, thou knowft the very heart Of thefe my faithlefs foes ; How throat and mouth and every parr, With wickednefs o'erflows. 20 Deftroy them, Lord, and let them fall, By their own counfels caft ; And in their bold rebellions all, Let them be holden faft. 1 1 But, Lord, let all who truft in thee, Eternally rejoice ; Let them thy great falvation fee, And lift their joyful voice. x 2 For all who walk in righteous ways, And on thy mercy build ; Thou wilt encompafs with thy grace, And favour as a (hield. PSALM VL Long Metre. IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not, Nor in thy hot difpleafure chide ; But pity my affii&ed lot, "With griefs befet on ev'ry fide, 2 Have mercy on my foul, O Lord, And heal my fore affiifted bones ; And let me be by grace reftor'd, From all my heavy fighs and grones. 3 My foul is alfo vexed fore, But thou, O Lord my God, how long Ere thou my comforts wilt reftore. And change my mourning to a fong? 22 PSALM VI. 4 Return, Lord, for thy mercy's fake ; From gates of death my foul up-raife: 5 The dead of thee no mention make ; The grave to thee no thanks repays. 6 I'm weary with my groans and fears, All night I make my bed to fwim : My couch I water with my tears ; 7 With grief my eyes wax old and dim, Becaufe of all mine enemies, Both thofe without and thofe within : My tears diftil, my forrows rife, At the remembrance of my (in. Part II. 8 But hence depart, ye foes and fears, And all who work iniquity ; The Lord hath feen my flowing tears, The Lord hath heard my humble cry. 9 The fupplication of my grief, He hath in mercy deign'd to hear ; Pardon'd my fins, vouchfaf'd relief, My broken heart to heal and chear. io Now let my Toes be all afham'd, Who laugh'd at my calamity ; And who the grace of God blafphem'd, Quick let them all confounded be. PSALM VI. Second Verfion. IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not, Nor in difpieafure chide ; But pity my aiflifted lot, Perplex'd on every fide. P S A L M VI. 23 2 Shew mercy, Lord, for I am weak ; Sore vexed are my bones : 3 How long, O Lord, ere thou wile take Compaflion on my groans ? 4 Return, O Lord, I the implore, Some pity on me take ; And from death's gates my foul reftore, For thine own mercy's fake. 5 For, Lord, in death thou art forgot ; , The grave no thanks repays : 6 I'm wearied with my painful lot. In groaning nights and days. My couch I water with my tears ; I make my bed to fwim : 7 Becaufe of foes, and griefs, and fears, Mine eyes wax old and dim. Part II. 8 But hence depart, ye wicked race, "Who at my woes rejoice ; The Lord hath magnify'd his grace, And heard my mournful voice. 9 He hath my fupplication heard, And will receive my pray'r : My forrows he'll not difregard, Nor leave me to defpair. I o Now, let my foes be all afham'd, Who have reproached me ; And who the grace of God blafphera'd, Conlounded let them be« 34 PSA L M VIL P S A L M VIL OLO.RO my God, in whom I truft, Save me from ev'ry foe, "Who perfecute me,, and in duft Would lay mine honour low. [2 Left Satan, that malignant one, My foul in pieces tear, As lions do their prey, when none To refcue them are near, J 3 But, O my God, thou knowft my heart, Lord I appeal to thee ; 4 If I did ill to him impart, "Who was at peace with me : If I have render'd ill for good, And made my friends my foes ; 5 Then let them glut them with my blood ; And triumph at my woes. But, Lord, thou knowft my friendly arm Appear'd in his defence, Who now contrives my greateft harm, Upon a falfe pretence. £6 Arife, O Lord, and in thy \yrath Judge thefe thy cruel foes, Who perfecute thy faints to death, Exulting in their woes. Awake to judgment, O my God ! Deliverance now command ; And let thofe wolves who feek my blood Feel thy avenging hand. PSALM VII. 25 7 Then (hall thy people compafs thee With chearful hearts and tongues, When from on high thou fet'ft them free, From all their num'rous wrongs.] Part II. 8 The Lord (hall judge the people all, Oppreflbr and oppreft : Hell let his wrath on finners fall, And give his people reft. [9 O let the cruel wickednefs Of finners have an end ! But dill, O Lord, thy people blefs, And all their rights defend ! For thou art righteous, O my Go d, Thou try'ft the heart and reins : Thou judged righteoufly ; thy rod The caufe of truth maintains.] Part III. 10 My fure defence is of the Lord, Who faveth the upright : 1 1 Judgeth the righteous by his word, And brings the truth to light : But at the wicked day by day, His hot difpleafure burns ; And if they dill hold on their way His hand againft them turns. 1 2 Yea, if they turn not to repent, He whets his glittVmg fword ; And lo, his bow is ready benr, To execute his word. G z6 PSALM Vllt i 3 He alfo hath for them prepared The inftruments of death : And perfecutors he'll reward With his unmixed wrath. 1 4 They travail with iniquity, And are with mifchief great : They bring forth falfhood and a lie ; Their heart is all deceit. 1 5 Their lab'ring hands have dig'd a pit, And there themfelves are caft : i 6 The Lord makes all their mifchiefs light On their own heads at laft. i 7 Lord, I thy praifes will exprefs ; Thou haft done wond'ronfly : 1*11 glory in thy righteoufnefs, O Lord of hofts mod high. PSALM VIII. OL O R D, our Lord, how excellent On earth is thy great name ! And through the fpacious firmament, Above the ftarry frame ! 2 Out of the mouths of babes didft thou Amazing ftrengch ordain ; Which made the ftouteft rebels bow, And own their ftrength was vain. 3 Lord, when I view thy works on high, So glorious, pure, and bright ; Sun, moon, and liars that deck the fky With dazling flames of light •, P S A L M IX. 27 4 Then fay I, what is man, O Lord, That thou fhould'ft love him fo ? That thou fhould'ft grace to him afford, Or any favour (how ? 5 Yet haft thou him fo highly grac'd, And dignify'd him fo, Next to thine angels is he plac'd, And lord of all below. 6 Thou giveft him the fole command Of ev'ry earthly thing : 7 All Cheep and oxen to his hand. Thou doft fubje&ive bring, u [But, O what condefcending love That thine eternal Son, Should leave his glorious throne above To put man's nature on ! Thus lower than thine angels v/as Their great Creator made ; But, O what honours now doth- grace, And crown his glorious head !J" 8 O Lord, our Lord, how excellent Is thine eternal name! Let heav'n and earth with one confent, Thine endlefs praife proclaim. PSALM IX. WITH all my pow'rs to thee, my God^ A grateful fong^PH raife : I'll (hew thy wond'rous works abroad, And celebrate thy praife. C 2 28 PSALM IX. 2 I will exult in thy great name, O thou my God moft high : When thy falvation is my theme, I'll raife my voice with joy. £3 Soon as my foes are turned back, They (hall before me fall : "Whene'er thou giv'fl: a humbling check, Lo, they (hall perifti all.] 4 For thou maintain'^ the righteous caufe, And mak'ft thy judgments known : Righteous and good are all the laws That iflue from thy throne. Part II. 5 The heathen, Lord, at thy rebuke Are dreadfully difmay'd : The wicked, blotted from thy book, For ever void are laid. [6 O thou proud boafting enemy, Thy threat'nings ceafe to vend : Though wafte by thee fair cities lie, Thy pow'r is at an end.] 7 The Lord, upon his glorious throne, Eternally (hall reign ; £nd till the wicked are o'erthrown, The righteous caufe maintain. 8 The world convened before his bar, Shall one great day appear : His faints he'll gather from afar, And all the righteous clear- PSAL M XVn. ii 5 Hold up my goings in thy path, Nor let my footfteps Aide : O Lord, my God, ev'n unto death Be thou my conftant guide. Part II. 6 I've calPd on thee, for thou art near, O Lord, thine ear incline : My fpeech and fupplication hear, And fhew thy grace divine. 7 Thy matchlefs loving-kindnefs fhew, O thou, whofe ftrong right-hand Doth all thy people's foes fubdue, Throughout thy fav'rite land. 8 Lord, as the apple of thine eye, My foul in fecret hide : Beneath thy covert let me lie, Secure on ev'ry fide. 9 From wicked men, who me opprefs., And from my bloody foes, Who compafs me in my diftrefs, My goings to enclofe. io Fed to a grofs luxurious growth, Clos'd in their fat they lie : Againfl the heav'ns they fet their mouth, And God himfelf defy. [X i They now have compas'd us about; Our fteps they clofe around : They watch our goings in and out, With eye§ bow'd to jhej^roflj; 42 PS AL M XVIII. 12 As greedy lions watch their prey, And as when young-ones roar ; Ev'n fo intent, O Lord a are they Thy people to devour.] 13 Arife, and difappoint them, Lord, And all their rage comroul : From wicked men, who are thy fword, O Lord, preferve my foul. Part III. I 4 From men who are thy hand and rod! Thy children to chaftize ; In mercy fave me, O my God, from all their cruelties I From men whofe portion lies below. Whom thou fupply'fl: with food ; And all the heav'n they fcek or know, Is only earthly good. With wealth and children they are blefs'd, And here they take their /hares ; Then clofe their eyes and leave the reft Among their wretched heirs. 15 But as for me I (hall behold Thy face in righteoufncis ; And 111 thine image joys untold, Eternally poflefs. PSALM XVIII. THEE will I leve, O Lord, my flrength ; 2 My rock of confidence : .. :>.".f:' \-.r. -.z'r.Zkls r/jwV, for bicadtSi aftd length. PSAL M XVIII. 43 My flrong deliv'rer, Lord, art thou ; My guard amidft the field : The horn of my falvation too, And my almighty fhield. 3 On God I'll call when troubles rife,, Who worthy is of praife; So I from all mine enemies, In peace fhall end my days.- 4 When threatening death around me flood, And hell its gloom difplay'd ; 5 And wicked men rofe like a flood, To make my foul afraid : 6 In my diilrefs to God I cry'd, My words foon reach'd his ears : From Zion he my wants fupply'd, And baniuYd all my fears. Part II. 7 The earth fuftain'd a dreadful (hock When God unveiPd his face : The hills, when he in anger fpoke, Were moved from their place. 8 His noftrils breath'd out fiery dreams, And from his mouth forth fprung Devouring fire in dreadful flames, And tempeft roar'd along. 9 He bow'd the heav'ns, and from on high He on a cherub rode : to On wings of mighty winds did fly 44 PSALM XVIII. 1 1 Darknefs he made his fecret place, And his pavilion pound : To veil the brightnefs of his face Thick watry clouds were found. 1 2 But light broke thro' the awful gloom, And did the clouds tranfpire: Then did fierce ftorms of halftones come, With dreadful flames of fire. 1 3 He alfo thunder'd with his voice, And made his terrors known ; Then coals of fire, and lumps of ice "Were iflii'd from his throne. 1 4 His arrows were difpers'd abroad, And light'nings in the air : Fear feiz'd the enemies of God, And funk them in defpair. Part III. i 6 The Lord beheld me from above, In floods of woe diftreft : He fent, my forrows to remove, And all my griefs redreft. i 7 He faw mine enemies too flrong For me, whofe fpite was great : Then by his pow'r aveng'd my wrong, And made them all retreat. 1 8 Me they prevented in the day Of my calamity ; But then the Lord became a flay, ¥ And JfriSLlfa^Sflfie f°* mc ' P S A L M XI. 33 15 Break thou the arms of ev'ry one "Who take in fin delight ; And fearch their wickednefs till none Remain before thy fight. Part IV. 1 6 The Lord is King : his glorious throne Eternally (hall ftand, When all his enemies are gone, And banifti'd from the land. . 1 7 Lord, thou haft bow'd thy gracious ear, And heard thy humble faints : Their hearts with grace thou wilt prepare, * And anfwer their complaints. 1 8 To Judge the fatherlefs and poor In thine own righteoufnefs, That earthly tyrants may no more Thy humble ones opprefs. PSALM XL IN God I have repos'd my truft, Why fay ye then to me, Fly as a bird forlorn and loft, To diftant mountains flee, [2 Behold, the wicked bend their bow, Their (hafts they ready make, And privily their darts they throw, The upright heart to take.] 3 If the foundations be deftroy'd What can the righteous do ? If violence make juftice void, Who then will mercy (hew i 34 PSALM XII. 4 God in his holy temple dwells, And juftice (hall take place ; His hand all rebel pow'r repels And manifefts his grace. His throne is fixt in heav'n on high, Where he fhall ever reign : His eyes behold, his eye-lids try The num'rous fons of men. 5 The righteous too he ftriftly tries, Corrects, and them reftores; But men of violence and lies His very foul abhors. [6 Snares, fire, and brimftone God (hall rain On finners from above : This is the cup that doth pertain To all who flight his love.] 7 The righteous Lord loves righteoufnefs, And fuch as righteous are : His countenance their fouls (hall blefs Who his own image bear. P S A L M XII. HELP, Lord, for godly men decay, Few faithful now remain : , Thy mighty pow'r, O God, difplay, And thine own caufe maintain. 2 Men utter vanity and lies, Yet ihtter with their tongue ; While they with double heart devife To do their neighbours wrong. PSALM XIII. 35 j God (hall all flatt'ring lips remove, Whofe tongues thus proudly fpeak, 4 Our tongues are ours, who dare reprove, Or once our freedom check ? 5 Now for th' oppreflion of the poor, And for the needy's fighs, Thus faith the Lord, them to redore, 1 will with pow'r arife. Thy words, O Lord, though often try'd For ever are mod fure : Nor filver feven times purify'd From drofs appears fo pure. f Thou (halt thy faints preferve, O Lord, In everladmg peace : 8 Though when the wicked bear the fword, The vilefl men have place. PSALM XIII. HO W long wilt thou forget me, Lord ? How long conceal thy face ? When wilt thou fpeak a chearing word To my affli&ed cafe ? 2 How long within my troubled bread Shall doubts and fears remain ; While finners at my forrows jeft To aggravate my pain ? j Confider, Lord, and hear my cries : Redore my flutt'ring breath ; Left I in daiknefs clofe mine eye?, And deep the deep of death. 36 PSALM XIV. 4 O how the enemy would boaft, Should I become his prey! The fiends of hell, with all their hoft, Long for the expe&ed day. 5 But I have trufted in thy grace, For mercy is with thee, Hoping I fhall thy blefsful face, And thy falvation fee. 6 Now will I ling to thee, O Lord, And all my pow'rs employ: I'll praife thy name, thy ways, thy word, "With gratitude and joy. PSALM XIV. TH E fool within his heart hath faid, There is no righteous God ; Becaufe, by lufts and paflions fway'd, He feareth not his rod. Hence vain corrupt difcourfe proceeds, From hearts and tongues fo rude ; They work abominable deeds, Not one of them doth good. [throne, 2 The Lord look'd down from heav'n, his And view'd the earth around, To find a righteous man, but none On all the earth was found. 3 All are by nature gone afide ; Sin doth them all defile: None will the teft of truth abide, For all are fill'd with guile. PSAL M XV. 37 Part II. 4 Are finners grown fo void of fenfe, And knowledge of the Lord, That they deny his providence, And difregard his word ? For, lo ! his people they devour As when they eat their bread ; Call not on God ; fear not his pow'r, Nor his juft vengeance dread. 5 Yet were they (truck with dreadful fear, When they wich terror faw His prefence with his people near, And vengeance guard his law. [6 In vain the counfel of the poor And godly ye contemn ; For God a refuge is moft fure, And hiding-place for them.] 7 Haften, O Lord, the joyful day, O let it quickly come, "When thou thy glory wilt difplay, And take thy people home ! Then Jacob fhall rejoice in thee, And Ifr'el (hall be glad : Thy faints (hall thy falvation fee, With Jefus at their head. PSALM XV. LORD, who within thy houfe fhall Hill A welcome dweller be ? And who upon thy holy hill Obtain a place with thee ? D 38 PSALM XVI. 2 The man who walks in paths of truth, And worketh righteoufnefs ; Nor lies nor flatters with his mouth, But doth his mind exprefs. 3 Who never flanders with his tongue, His neighbour to defame ; And neither friend nor foe would wrong, In body, goods, or name, 4 Io whofe pure eyes a perfon vile, Tho' rich, is (till defpis'd ; But faints, tho* poor, when void of gtiile, Are honour'd, lov'd, and priz'd. And tho' he fwear to his own hurt, He changeth not his word ; For ffill he hopes to find fupport And fuccour from the Lord. 5- No gripping us'ry fills his hand Nor brib'ry blinds his eyes ; But by the innocent will ftand, And ne'er their caufe defpife. Such are the fruits of faith in thofe "Whom God doth well approve: And fuch the people he hath chofe To dwell with him above. PSALM XVI. |3?.ESERVE me, Lord, for in thy name J[ I have repos'd my truft : Let me not be expos'd to fhame, Nor troJden in the duft. PSALM XVI. 3p 2 Thou art my Lord, but unto thee No profit can accrue, By any righteoufnefs in me, > Or ought that I can do. 3 Yet I thy faints, the excellent On earth, whom thou haft chofe, With cordial, kind, and good intent Will love and honour thofe. [4 How faft their forrows multiply, Who other gods adore ! I from their idols turn mine eye ; Their ofPrings I abhor .3 5 God is my portion, and the cup, And lot he doth maintain Of mine inheritance; my hope, He ever fhall remain. Part II. 6 For ever blefled be the Lord, The lines to me are thrown, Where he reveals his faving word, And where his name is known, 7 God will I blefs with all my might. For daily counfels giv'n, And for inftru&ions in the night, Which guide my fteps to heav'n, 8 I've fet the Lord before mine eyes, Becaufe at my right hand He ever is, and from fnrprize He makes me firmly (land. D 2 4Q PSALM XVII. 9 Therefore, O Lord, my heart is glad; My flefh (hall reft in hope ; For though I (lumber with the dead," Thy pow'r (hall raife me up. 1 o My foul in hell thou wilt not leave, Becaufe thy holy One Saw no corruption in the grave, Thy beft beloved Son. ii Thro' him the path of life to me, . Thou wilt in mercy (hew : And I at thy right hand (hall fee Pieafures for ever new. PSALM XVIL HE A R me, O Lord ; attend the right, Thou fov'reign Judge on high : Confcious I am, before thy fight All fecrets open lie. 2 Juft as thy pure impartial eye Beholds my good intent, So let my fentence fpeedily From thee, my God be fent. 3 For thou haft fearch'd and prov'd each part. And watch'd me day and night ; And thou haft feen my tongue and heart Have aim'd at what was right. 4 Concerning all the works of men, Thou know'ft my henrt, O Lord, How true and faithful I have been According to thy word, PSALM IX. %$ 9 Then will the Lord a refuge prove To all the poor oppreft : Secure the children of his love, And give the weary reft. i o Lord, all who know thy gracious name, In thee will put their truft : Nor fhall they be cxpos'd to fhame, Who feek thee in the duft. Part III. 1 1 Sing praifes to the Lord whofe throne Is fix'd on Zion's hill : His deeds throughout the world make known, And (hew his wonders ftill. 1 2 When he makes fearch for precious bloody By per fecu tors fpilt ; He, with his fin avenging rod, Will rccompenfe their guilt. For lo, he ne'er forgets his faints, But hears their humble cry ; And anfwers all their fore complaints Who in contrition lie. i 3 Have mercy then, O Lord, on me : My foul from troubles fave ; O thou who fet'ft the pris'ners free, > When bord'ring on the grave : 1 4 That I may (hew forth all thy praife, Amidft thy facred throng : In Zion's gates my voice 111 raife With joyful heart and tongue. C 7 yy PSALM X. Part IV. [15 Our foes are falPn into the pit Which they for us had made ; Their net hath taken their own feet Which they for us had fpread.] 1 6 The Lord is by his judgments known % His deeds his truth declare : He cafls the haughty finners down, By their own hidden fnare. 1 7 The wicked (hall be turn'd to hell, According to his word, With all the nations that rebel, And that forget the Lord. 1 7 The needy (hall not always be Forgotten of the Lord; Nor (hall the poor defpair to fee Their happinefs reitor'd. 19 Arife, O Lord ; thy pow'r command ^ Let not proud man prevail : Now let the heathen feel thy hand, Who dare thy faints afTail. 20 The nations put in fear that they May dread thine angry rod; iMay own themfelves but feeble clay, And thou th' almighty God. PSALM X. WHY, Lord, doft thou fond off afar ? And why conceal thy face, While thus diftreft thy people are, Aid filled with difgrace ? P S A L M X. 31 t Behold how wicked men deride, And perfecute thy poor : let them be taken in their pride, That they may boaft no more, 3 They blefs the covetous and proud> Whom thou doft moft abhor ; ind haughtily they boafr aloud, While they thy faints devour. Part II. The wicked, through his haughty pride, Will not feek after God : fclis thoughts the facred name deride, While he withholds his rod. 5 In cruel ways he profpers frill ; He puffech at his foes : God's righteous judgments, and his wifr, He neither fears nor knows. 6 He fays within his faithlefs heart, I ne'er rtiall moved be: Nor of adverfity have part, Nor rueful changes fee. With curling, blafphemy, and lies* His wicked mouth is filPd ; iYet would his purpofes difguife By craft, in which he's fkilPd. 8 Near fencelefs villages he ftays, In lurking holes obfcure j k And there the innocent he flays. And watches for the poor. 32 P S A L M X. 9 No lion lurking in his den More craftily is fet 9 Than he to draw the fons of men Into hisy fatal net. 10 He croucheth in the duft to hide His purpofes withal, Tfcat by his ftrong ones on his fide, The poor he may make fall. 1 1 Such is the language of his heart, The Lord doth hide his face ; He h3th forgot, nor will take part With them in any cafe. Part III. 12 Arife, O Lord, our God a rife, And make onr foes to flee; Lift up thine hand, nor let our cries Forgotten be by thee. I 3 Why fnould fuch wretched worms deride Thy great tremend'ous name ? And why fhould infolence and pride, Thine attributes blafpheme ? 14 Lord, thou haft feen, and doft behold Their cruelty and fpite : And thou thefe proud blafphemers bold With vengeance wilt requite. The poor and fatherlefs to thee Their humble caufe commit ; And thou their numVous wrongs doft fee, And mak'ft their foes fubmit. PSALM XVIII. 45 9 When clofe inviron'd in I was, By bloody foes of might, The Lord enlarg'd my feet becaufe In me he took delight. 20 The Lord beheld my righteoufnefs Amongft the fons of men ; And gave me the reward of grace, Becaufe my hands were clean. Yea, he did all my foes requite, And fav'd me from their hands ; Becaufe he faw the caufelefs fpite Of their malignant bands. * 2 i For I the holy ways of God, Have kept before mine eyes : And never have perverfly trode The paths of guile and lies ; 2 2 But all his flatutes and commands, Have carefully obferv'd ; And ne'er with wilful heart or hands From his juft judgments fwerv'd. 2 3 I upright was before the Lord, And fecret fins refrain'd; 2 4 So he, according to his word, My righteous caufe maintain'd, Part IV. 25 God to the merciful 1 will {hew His mercy, truth, and love ; "With upright men he's upright too, And doth their ways approve. 46 PSALM XVIII. 2 6 The pure in heart fhall fee his face, In fpotlefs purity ; But froward men (hall not his grace, Nor his falvation fee. 2 7 To fave th' affii&ed, and bring down High looks is his delight : 2 8 The Lord will me with glory crown, And give me day for night. 29 By him 1 thro' a troop have run, And o'er my foes prevail'd : By him I have the vicVry won, And their proud fortrefs fcal'd. Part V. 30 The Lord is perfett in his way, His word when try'd proves juft ; Ke is a buckler, fhield, and ftay, To all who in him truft. 3 1 Who is a God befide the Lord ? Or who a rock for (hade Save he, who by his powerful word, Both heav'n and earth hath made ? 32 *Tis God that girdeth me with ftrength, And perfect makes my way. 33 My feet, like hinds, he makes at length Surmount the hills of prey. 34 He teacheth me the art of war : I fear no foe's alarms : Their bows of fteel now broken are By my victorious arms. PSALM XVIIL 47 Part VI. 55 Thou giveft me the glorious fhield Of thy falvation, Lord : Jy thy right hand am. I upheld, By grace am I reftor'd. 56 My fteps thou haft enlarg'd, O God, When clofe environ'd in : n all the flip'ry paths I've trod, Thou haft my helper been. ;7 By him have I my foes purfu'd, And all their troops annoy'd ; According to thy will : His heart with wifdom, Lord, infpke ; His counfels all fulfil. 5 We will rejoice in thy great name; Of thy falvation boa ft : For thou haft brought our foes to fhame ; Our pray'rs have not been loft. Part II. 6 Now are we fure the Lord alone, His own anointed faves : Grants him frefh fuccours from his throne, Whate'er he needs or craves. 7 Some truft in chariots, fome upon Strong warlike horfes ride ; But we will truft in God alone, And in his name confide. $ Our foes are fiird with fhame of face, In ruins low they ly ! But we who trufted in thy grace, O Lord, are rais'd on hiofe $2 PSAL M X&. 9 Save us, O Lord, great King of kingg, And hear us when we call : Our truft is in thy (helt'ring wings, For thou art all in alk PSALM XXI. TH E King fhall in thy ftrength rejoice, O Lord, and in thy name Shall he lift up his joyful voice, Thy wonders to prodaim. 2 For thou haft granted his requeft, And his whole heart's defire ; Whate'er thy wifdom faw was beft, More than he could require. 3 Thy bleffings are fo largely ftied, They never can be told : For thou haft fet upon his head A crown of precfous gold. 4 He afk'd for life, and thou did'ft give Not only length of days To him on this frail earth to live, But life that ne'er decays. 5 His glory is exceeding great In thy falvation, Lord : Honour and majcfty and ftate, Thou doft to him afford. 6 Thou mad'ft him too the glorious root Of an illuftrlous line, That the Meffiah thence fhoulJ fpront With majefly divine. PSAL M XXII. 53 {Thus David faw and did rejoice, And was exceeding glad, Becaufe the Lord of him made choice. Whereat his foes -were mad>\ Part II. 7 Becaufe the King on God alone With confidence relies ; Mercy (hall (till uphold his throne, And give him frefti fupplies. 8 The Lord (hall give unto his hand All his rebellious foes : Yea, he (hall find, throughout the land, All who his rights oppofe. 9 As in a fiery ov'n fhall all His enemies expire : The anger of the Lord fhall fall On them like dreadful fire. 19 Nor dial! their punifhment thus ceafe Nor with their lives fnall end ; But on them and their curfed race Shall endlefs wrath defcend. 1 1 For they intended only ill ; And ftill on mifchief thought ; "Which they, unable to fulfil, On their own heads have brought. 12 And tho* they turn their backs to make Efcape by hafly flight, Thine arrows, Lord, fhall overtake, And quickly on them light, E 3 54 P S A L M XXII. r 3 Be thou exalted, glorious Lord, In thine own ftrength alone ; So (hall thy faints, with cme accord, With fongs addrefs thy throne. psalm xxir. MY God ! my God ! why haft ihou me Forfaken in my pain ? And why not help me when to thee I thus in grief complain ? 2 O God ! my God ! I cry by day, But I no anfwer have; And in the night to thee I pray, But thou refrain'fr. to fave. [Thus David once in anguijb fpake y With fare lamenting tongue; And thus our Lord complaint did make } While on the crofs he hung.'] 3 But thou art holy thou that doll: Thine Ifr'els praifes love : 4 In thee our fathers put their truft, And thou their rock dfdft prove. 5 They cry'd to thee when in diftrefs And thou deliver'dft them : They trufted in thy righteoufnefs, Nor were they put to (liame. 6 But I'm accounted as a worm ; The fcorn of men am I : 7 AH that me fee defpife my form, And laugh who pafs me by. P S A L M XXII. 5$ 8 He trufted in the Lord, thev cry, That he would him defend : Now let him help him from on higfa, And timely fuccour fend. Part II. [9 Lord, thou art he' who did'ft me take Both from the womb and breaft. 10 Nor did'ft thou then my foul forfake, Whofe hope in thee was plac'd.] 1 1 Stand not afar for grief is near, And helpers none are found ; 1 2 While men like Bafban bulls appear To :jmpafs me around. 1 3 With open mouth they gape and roar, As lions for their prey, They feeTc me daily to devour, - And more intent than they. 1 4 Pm pour'd like water ; all my bones And joints in me expire : My heart within me melts and runs Like wax before the fire. Part III. 15 My ftrength is like a potftierd dry'd ; . My tongue cleaves to my jaws : Befet with woes on ev'ry fide, Life from my foul withdraws. 1 6 Like dogs the wicked me furround, And in affemblies meet : With harden'd fteel my heart they wound; With nails my hands and feet, $6 P S A L M "XXII. 1 7 My fle(h is wafted, and my bones May be diftinftly told : Yet they deride my humble grones, With joy my wounds behold. 1 8 For fpoil my garments, lo, they ihare ; Lote on my vefture caft. 19 My God, my ftrength, to me draw near! To fave me, Lord, make hafte ! ['7/V fintjh'd now, the Saviour cries, And bows Ins facred head : To fave a finful race he dies, And fuffers in their J} cad. Amazing grace ! unbounded love ! Angels deftre to view This matchlefs my fry from above. And tune their fongs anew.] Part IV. [20 Now David in the Saviour's name Begins his humble plea, From fword of men, and Satan's aim, O Lord, my foul fet free ! 2 1 Save me from him whofe malice burns My fpirit to devour : As from the horns of unicorns Thou favedft me before. 22 Then I among my brethren will Declare thy holy name : And in the congregation ftill Thin* cndlefs praife proclaim .J PSALM XXII. 57 2 3 Ye humble fouls who fear the Lord, And ye of Jacob's race, Exalt his name with one accord ; O Ifr'el praife his grace ! 24 For he hath not defpis'd the poor, Nor the affli&ed fcorn'd ; Nor drove the needy from his door, Who fought his face and mourn'd. 25 In thy great congregation, Lord, Thy goodnefs I'll proclaim : There pay my vows, and hear thy word, "With thofe that fear thy name. 26 The meek with bread fhall be fupply'd, And thanks to God fhall give. Rejoice, ye who in him confide, Your hearts (hall ever live. Part V. 2 7 The world's remoteft ends, O Lord, Shall furely turn to thee ; All lands (hall hear thy gracious word, And bow to Ghrift the knee, 28 For God the Father hath beftow'd The kingdom on the Son : AJ1 nations (hall confefs him God, And bow before his throne. 29 All that are fat throughout the land, His goodnefs fhall confefs: The poor, fupported by his hand, Shall him their donor blefs, 58 PSALM XXIII. All thofe who to the dufl go down, When caird by death away, His juft and fo/reign right fhall own, And his commands obey, 30 Yet fhall an everlafting race Succeed to praife his name, 31 Which foall from age to age his grace, And righteoufnefs proclaim. PSALM XXIII. A divine Pajloral. TH E Lord's my fhepherd, by whofe aid My wants are all fupply'd ; Of what fhould I be then afraid Since he's my conflant guide ? 2 He leads me forth to paftures fair, Where fweetly I repofe; And living ftreams pafs gently there, Wherein falvation flows. 3 My foul he doth reftore again, When from his folds I ftray ; And in his paths, by grace made plain, He gently leads my way. 4 Yea, tho' I walk through death's dark vale, No danger will I fear : Thy prefence, rod, and ftaff ne'er fail, My drooping heart to chear. 5 My table thou doft alfo fpread, In prefence of my foes : Thine oil of joy anoints my head, My gen'rous cup o'erflows. PSALM XXIV. <« 6 Goodnefs and mercy fare (hall 0ill My future days attend ; And I within thy boufe nail d veil Where pleafexes never end. PSALM XXIV. TH E earth for ever is the Lord's, And all that it contains : * Yea, all the dwellers it affords, Or that on it remains. 2 For he hath built it on the fea, And fixt it on the deep ; Eftablifh'd it by firm decree Its proper bounds to keep. 3 But who (hall hence from earth afcend To thy blefs'd hill, O God ? And who an endlefs life fhall fpend In thy divine abode ^ 4 He that hath hands with guilt unftain'd, His heart divinely pure, "Wherein is no deceit contain'd, AVhofe words will proof endure. 5 On him (hall bleflings be beftow'd And, O how blefs'd is he ! For in the righteoufnefs of God Shall he falvation fee. 6 This is the generation dear That humbly feek thy face, O Jacob's God ! they fhall draw near, And reft in thine embrace. <5o PSALM XXV. Part II. 7 Lift up your heads, O ev'ry gate, And heav'nly door give ear, The King of glory come? in ftate To make his entrance here. 8 Who is the King of glory pray, Who entrance here demands ? The mighty Lord, whofe powerful fway The univerfe commands. 9 Then, O ye gates, lift up your heads, Ye everlafting doors ; Behold, the King of glory leads His captivated pow'rs. io But who's the King of glory, who An entrance here requires ? The Lord of hoft, to whom muft bow All your celeftial choirs. Of glory he alone is King, Who conquer'd earth and hell, And doth his ranfom'd captives bring With him on high to dwell. P S A L M XXV. UNTO the Lord mod higfi Do I lift up my foul : 2 On thee, my God, do I rely ; My haughty foes controul. 3 Let none who truft in thee Have fhame without redrefs; But let them all afhamed be, Who without caufe tranfgrefs. P S A L M XXV. 61 4 Shew me thy ways, O Lord ; Teach me thy paths divine : 5 And from thy pure and perfect word, Let not my feet decline. Thou art the God alone Of my falvation fure : All day I wait before thy throne, And truft thy word mod pure. 6 Remember, Lord of old, Thy num'rous mercies paft : They have for ever been untold, And fhall for ever lad. 7 Remember not the fins, And follies of my youth ; But with atoning blood me cleanfe, According to thy truth. Part II, C8 The Lord is good and juft, And therefore will difplay Mercy to finners .who him truft, And lead them in his way.] 9 The Lord will guide the meek In ways of righteoufnefs : And none will he rejefk who feek His face in deep diftrefs. io Thy ways are all, O Lord, Mercy and truth divine, To fuch as keep thy holy word, Nor from thy laws decline* 6x PSALM XXV. i I My tiumVous fins are great, Yet for thine own name's fake Let them be pardon'd I intreat, And cart behind thy back. 12 The man that fears the Lord, And would his laws obey, He by his fpirit and his word Shall guide in his own way. I 3 His foul fliall dwell at eafe, His feed the earth enjoy ; He fhall be bleft with endlefs peace, And none fhall him annoy. Part III. £i 4 The Lord his will imparts To thofe that fear his name ; He writes his cov'nant on their hearts, And fhews his love to them. 15 My wailing eyes, O Lord, Are ever fixt on thee ; And from the fnars for me prepared, Thou wilt deliver me.] i 6 Turn thee, O Lord, to me, And thy companion fhow ; For I am funk in mifery, Affiifted, poor, and low. 1 7 The troubles of my heart, Lord, they enlarged are : Thy timely aid to me impart, O thou that heareft pray'r ! PSALM XXV. 63 18 Look on ray deep diftrefs, And bid thy fervant live : O for my Saviour's righteoufnefs, My num'rous fins forgive I 19 Behold, mine enemies, How many, Lord, they be ; And with what malice they devife To hurt and injure me. 20 In mercy keep my foul, From fhame and infamy, And all mine enemies controul, For, Lord, I truft in thee. 21 Let uprightnefs and truth Preferve me all my days ; Then I with heart as well as mouthy Shall ever fing thy praife. [22 Thine Ifr'el, Lord, redeem From all his troubles here : Nor let thy peoples cries e'er feerri Unnotic'd by thine ear.j PSALM XXV. Second Metre,. TO thee, O Lord, I lift my foul, My God, I truft in thee : 2 Thou only canft my foes controul, That would triumph o'er me. 3 Let none, O Lord, who truft in thee r Be fiird with (harhe of face : But let them all confound be, Who without ^caufe tranfgrefs, F o 64 PSALM XXV. 4 Shew me thy perfeft way, O Lord ; Teach me thy laws divine : And from thy pure and holy word, Let not my feet decline. 5 'Tis thou that art the God alone Of my falvation,, Lord : Daily I wait before thy thorne, And truft: in thy fure word. 6 Think on thy mercies, Lord, of old, Thy numerous mercies part; For they were ever manifold, And (hall for ever laft. 7 Remember not the many fins, And follies of my youth ; But with atoning blood me cleanfe According to thy truth. Part II. £3 The Lord is ever good and juft, And therefore will difplay Mercy to them who in him truft, And lead them in his way.] 9 The Lord will furely guide the meek, In ways of righteoufnefs ; And none will he reject who feek His face when in diftrefs. £io Mercy and truth are all the ways Of our benignant God, To him who faithfully obey?, And in his paths hath trod.] PSALM XXV. 65; 11 Lord, pardon mine iniquity, For thy name's fake, I pray, For it is great; yet, Lord, by thee It fhall be done away. 12 "What man is he that fears the Lord, And feeks his wr!l to know ; He to his path fhall light afford, "Wherein he ought to go. 1 3 His foul fhall quietly dwell at eafe j ? His feed the earth enjoy : He fhall be blefl with endlefs peace. And none fhall him annoy, Jart III, 14 The feeret of the Lord is known To thofe that fear his name ; To them his cov'nant fhall be fhown What love he bears to them. 15 My humble waiting eyes, O Lord, Are ever fixt in thee ; And from thofe fnares for me prepar'd, Thou wilt deliver me. 16 Turn thee, O Lord my God, to me, And thy compaffion fhow ; For I am funk in mifery, Afflicted, poor, and low. 17 The griefs and troubles of my hearty Lord, they enlarged are: To me thy timely aid impart,, O thou that heareft pray'r 1 E r. 66 PSAL M XXVL 1 8 Behold my grief and deep diftrefs, And bid thy fervant live ; And for my Saviour's righteoufnefs My num'rous fins forgive. 1 9 Behold, my cruel enemies How num'rous, Lord, they be I And with what malice they devife To hurt and injure me. 20 In mercy keep my precious foul From (hame and infamy -, And all mine enemies controul, For, Lord, I truft in thee. 2 I Let nought but uprightnefs and truth Conduct me all my days ; Then I with heart, as well as mouth, Will ever fpeak thy praife. 22 Thy chofen Ifr'el, Lord, redeem From all hfs troubles here ; Nor let thy peoples cries e'er feem Unnotic'd by thine ear. PSALM XXVL JU D G E me, O Lord, for I have trod The path of uprightnefs ; And put my truft in thee, my God, To keep me by thy grace. 2 Examine me, O Lord, and prove My heart and reins within : 3 For ftill the kindnefs of thy love Before mine eyes have been: PS AL M XXVI. 67 4 1 have not walk'd with perfons vain, Nor with difemblers gone : 5 I hate the place where men profane In wicked ways go on. 6 I'll wa(h my hands in innocence, And to thine altar go ; From whence thou dole thy word difpence, And thy falvation fhew. 7 That I may publifti with my voice In giving thanks and praife For all thy works ; yea, I'll rejoice To tell thy woud'rous ways. Part II. 8 Lord, I have lov'd the holy place "Wherein thine honour dwells ; The tabernacles of thy grace All others far excells. 9 Then gather not my foul, O Lord, "With men of lives profane ; Nor let my life with thofe accord, Who have the righteous flain. 12. Whofe hands are deep in mifchief fkill'd ; In wickednefs their tongue : And their right hands with bribes are filPd, The innocent to wrong. 11 But as for me, thro* grace, I will Keep mine integrity : O Lord, redeem my foul, and ftil! Have mercy upon rae, 68 PSALM XXVIL 12 Then on an ev'n and Heady place My feet fhall firmly ftand : And in thy church I'll praife thy grace,. And wonders of thy hand. PSALM XXVIIv JE H O V A H is my light divine, And my falvation too ; "Why fhould I then at ought repine, Or fear what men can do ? £2 "When wicked men, mine enemies Arofe like fiends of hell, To compafs me with rage and lies, Confounded, lo ! they fell.] 3 Lord, fhould an hoft encompafs me,, I would not yield to fear ; Becaufe my hope is fixt on thee,. And thou art ever near. 4 One thing have I defir'd, O Lord,. let me this obtain ; That in thy houfe, to hear thy word,. 1 ever may remain : To fee thy beauties, O my Godi And to enquire the way That leads to thy divine abode, In realms of endlefs day. 5 "When dangers thick around me throng He will me fafely hide ; And under his pavilion ftrong, Securely I'll abide* PSALM XXVII. 69 Yea, he fhall fet me on the rock, Where fearlefs I may dwell ; And neither fear nor feel a (hock From pow'rs of earth or hell. Part II. [6 Now (hall my head be lifted high O'er all my haughty foes ; And I triumph with fongs of joy, And facred hymns compofe. 7 The Lord will hear me when I cry, And when I lift my voice, He'll fend an anfwer from on high, And make my heart rejoice.] 8 When once God like a father faid, Ye children feek my face ; My heart a ready anfwer made, Lord, I will feek thy grace. 9 Hide not thy face from me, O Lord, Nor frown my foul away : Thou haft my helper been ; thy word Hath been my ftrength and ftay. 1 Thou my falvation art alone, And portion of my cup : When friends and parents both are gone, The Lord will take me up. Part III. x 1 Tesch me thy way, O Lord, and lead My feet in paths divine ; For, lo ! my foes are all agreed Again ft me to combine. 70 PSALM XXVIil. 12 Lord, leave me not unto the will Of thefe mine enimies, Who daily ftrive my blood to (pill, By violence and lies. 1 3 My foul had fainted long ago, If I had not believ'd That God would yet his goodnefs /how. Nor was my hope deceiv'd. 14 Wait on the Lord and courage keep, For he will ftrength afford t Yea, tho* you wade thro* billows deep Still wait upon the Lord. PSALM XXVIIL TO thee I cry, O Lord, my rock ; O do not filent be ! Left with defpair my heart be broke Thro' thy delays to me. 2 Then hear my fuppfication, Lord, And my repeated cry, While I lift up my hands toward Thy throne of grace on high. 3 O let me not be drawn away With men of lives profane, Who flatter thofe they would betray, And mifchief ftill retain. 4 Give them according to their deeds, And wicked thoughts within, Who thus in wickednefs proceed, And ftill perfift in fin. PSALM XXIX. 71 5 Becaufe they bafely difregard The wonders of thy hands, Let them receive the due reward Which their black guilt demands. Part II. 6 For ever blefled be the Lord, Who heard my humble cry, And from the pit my life reftor'd When death appear'd fo nigh. 7 The Lord's my ftrength and righteoufnefs f Thro* whom I ftand my ground : I fought his aid in deep diftrefs, And fweet falvation found. I therefore will in him rejoice With chearful heart and tongue: And with a high triumphing voice His praifes (hall be fung. 8 God was my army's ftrength and ftiield, Who faithfully behav'd, Made us vi&orious in the field, And his anointed fav'd. 9 Lord, fave thy people ftill, and blefs Thine own inheritance : Feed them, and lift them from diftrefs, And ftill be their defence. PSALM XXIX. AL L glory give unto the Lord, Ye men of might and fame : High be his Majefty ador'd, From whom your honours came* 72 PSALM XXIX. 2 All worfhip, glory, ftrength, and grace, To him alone belongs : In brighteft holinefs him praife, "With rev'rence on your tongues. 3 The voice of God alarming breaks Upon the mighty floods ; "When he in dreadful thunder fpeaks Amid ft the fleecy clouds. 4 The voice of God, his pow'rfut voice, Is full of majefty : 5 Thro' Lebanon he fends the noife, And breaks the cedars high. 6 Yea, like a calf he makes them fkip, When from their roots they're torn : Ev'n Lebanon and Sirion leap Like a young unicorn. Part II. 7 When God in awful thunder fpeaks He cleaves the flames of fire : The wildernefs with terror fhakes, And frighted hills retire. 8 Yea, ftubborn Kadefh fhakes around, Ev'n to its centre ftrong : The hinds, affrighted at the found, Cafi: their untimely young. 9 Anon he makes the tempefl ceafe, And all in order brings : Within his temple he gives peace ; There each his glory fings. PSALM XXX. 73 10 The Lord fits fov'reign on the flood ; Wears an eternal crown : The worlds are frighted at his nod, And tremble at his frown. 1 1 Yet ftrength he gives, and ftill is kind To all his chofen race : Salvation in his name they find, And everlafting peace. P S A L M XXX. I' LL thee extol, O Lord my God, For lam rais'd by thee ; Nor were my foes by thee allow'd To triumph over me. 2 To thee I cried in deep diflrefs, From borders of the grave ; 3 Thou heafdft my threat'ning ficknefTes, And my frail life didit fave. 4 Ye faints of God, in fongs exprefs Your grateful thanks and praife; RemembVing his pure holinefs, And all his righteous ways. 5 His anger but a moment lafts ; Life on his love attends : Tho' weeping may the night o'ercaft, By morning joy he fends. Part II. 6 In my profperity I raid, I ne'er Iball moved be ; t 7 For ftrong thou haft my mountain made, And I no change (hall fee : G 74 P S A L M XXXI. But foon thou hid'ft thy lovely face, And I W2S troubled fore : 8 I cried, Lord, (hew thine ancient grace ; Thine ancient love reftore! 9 What profit is there in my blood, Should life end in defpair ? Shall duft arife to praife my God, And all his truth declare ? io Hear roe, OLord; in mercy hear, And timely help impart. i i When cloth'd with fackcloth thou didftchear, And fill with joy my heart : Yea, thou haft turn'd my mournful voice, Into a joyful fong : My heart doth in my God rejoice, And gladnefs fills my tongue : i 2 That To rny glory ne'er may ceafe To praife thee, O my God ; And (hew the wonders of thy grace To all the world abroad. P S A L M xxxr. T N thee, O Lord, I put my truft, *■ Deliver me from (name ; For thou are righteous, good, and juft, And holy is thy name. 2 Bow down thy gracious ear to me, And ( h eedy fuccour fend : Thou art my rock, to thee 1 flee,-; /!>nd on thy help depend. PSALM XXXI. 3 Thou my ftrong fort for refuge art ; O for thine own name's fake, Thy wonted favours, Lord, impart, And pity on me take. 4 Pull me out of the fecret net Mine enemies have laid, O thou my ftrength ; nor let my ha By them be thus betray'd. Part IL 5 Into thy hand, Lord, I commit My fpirit which is ihine ; For, Lord, thou haft redeemed it From death by pow'r divine, 6 Their thoughts and words I ever hate, Who truft in vanities ; But on the Lord, in ev'ry ftate, My chearful hope relies. 7 I will be glad, O Lord, in thee, And raife my thankful voice ; For thou in trouble thought'!!: on me, "Which makes my heart rejoice. 8 When clofe environed by my foes, The Lord for me appear'd ; Did all their fecret plots difclofe, And me from bondage clear'd. Part III. 9 In mercy now, O Lord, appear \ For I in trouble am : Mine eyes with grief confumed are i And all my mortal frame. G x 75 76 PSALM XXX L i o My life is fpent with grief, my years In fore lamenting cries; Becaufe my heinous guilt appears So black before mine eyes. ill was a fad reproach among All my proud enemies ; Efpecially the fcornful tongue Of neighbours me defpife. i 2 I am forgot as one long dead, Or earthern veflel broke : I 3 For fore reproaches on my head I've heard by many fpoke. While all around me counfel took To take away my life : But, Lord, thou haft not me forfook Thro' all my dreadful ftrife. I 4 For ftill in thee I put my trufl: ; I faid, thou art my God : 15 My times are in thy hand who firft This life on me beftow'd. Save me from ev'ry foe's defign, Who feek my life to take : 1 6 And caufe thy face on me to fhine For thine own mercy's fake. 1 7 Thy fervant from diflionour fave, For I have call'd on thee : Let fhame and filence in the grave The wicked's portion be. 1 8 Their vile malicious tongues reftrain Whofe breath in lies are fpent : Who vicious lies in vile difdain, Againft thy faints invent. PSALM XX'XT. 77 Part IV. 19 How great thy goodnefs is, O Lord, Which thou haft laid in ftore, For thofe who hope in thy (lire word, And truft thy mighty pow'r ! This thou before the fons of men Haft openly made known ; That all may fee their thoughts are vain, Who thy juft rights difown. 20 In prefence of thy gracious face Thou wilt thy fervant hide, In the pavilions of thy grace, From all the fons of pride. [2 1 For ever Wetted be Lord, Who kindly interpos'd, And fav'd me from the cruel fword, When by my foes enclos'd, 2 2 Tho' in my hafte I rafhly faid, I'm cut off from thine eyes ; Yet thou did'ft hear me when I pray'd^ And fent me frefh fupplies.] 2 3 O love the Lord, aJl^ye his faints ; His eyes are ftill your guards : His ears attend all your complaints, And he the proud rewards 24 Let courage arm each faithful hearf, Whofe hqpe on God relies ; For he will ftrength to you impart; And not your fuit defpife. G 3 7* PSALM XXXII, PSALM XXXII. BLESS'D is the man to whom his God Imputes his guilt no more ; But by a Saviour's dying blood His fins are coverd o'er. [2 Yea, blefs'd are they who by the Lord Are thus releas'd from fin ; Who by his Spirit and his word Their conferences are clean.] 3 "While I did fecret filence hold, Nor durfr. my fins confefs, My bones within me waxed old, And (hrunk with deep diftrefs. 4 For day and night, O Lord, thy hand Did ftill thy ftrokes repeat, Till all my viral fap was drain'd As grafs with fummer's heat. 5 Then I confeft my heinous guilt, And hid my fins no more ; Then, Lord thy pard'ning love I felt ; Thou did'ft my peace reftore. 6 For this let ev'ry wounded foul, To God their griefs make known; When floods of fore temptations roll, Then fhall his love be (hown. Part II. 7 Thou art my hiding place, O Lord, In times of deep diftrefs ; And I'll thy wondrous works record PSALM. XXXIII. 79 8 Give ear, ye finners, I'll inftruft, And guide you in the way ; My counfels (hall your feet conduft To realms of endlefs day, 6 Then be not like the horfe or mull, Which void of reafon be ; Whofe mouth the bit and rein mull rule Left they come near to thee. io Unnumber'd woes on ev'ry fide, Proud finners (rull confound ; But thofe who in the Lord confide, His mercy fnal! furround. 1 1 Then in the Lord, ye faints, be glad ; Ye righteous, (hout for joy: Ye humble fouls, no more be fad ; None (hall your peace annoy, PSALM XXXIII. YE righteous in the Lord rejoice, For this belongs to you, To praife his name with heart and voice, And all his wonders (hew. 2 If not with inftruments of wood, Yet with your hearts and tongues, 3 Exalt his glorious same aloud, With new melodious fongs. 4 His works in righteoufnefs are done, And faithful is his word : 5 For all the world the truth (hall own, And goodnefs of the Lord. 8o PSALM XXXIIL 6 By his almighty word at firft, Both heav'n and earth were made ; And by his breath the heav'nly hoft Was glorioufly array'd 7 The mighty waters of the fea, He gather'd as an heap; And fixt them by a firm decree Their {tinted bounds to keep. Part II. 8 Let all the earth before the Lord With humble rev'rence ftand ; All tribes of men with one accord Adore his mighty hand. 9 He fpake the word and it was done. He gave command, and lo, The land and hills were fixt each one, And where the feas (hould flow. io The Lord the heathens deepeft plots, And counfels undermines ; The mem'ry of their wifdom rots, And all their black defigns. 1 1 But, lo ! the counfel of the Lord For ever ftandeth faft : His fteady thoughts and faithful word, Eternally fhall laft. 1 2 Blefs'd is the land who for its God Jehovah only knows, [Where he hath fixt his bleft abode, And hath its people chofo PSALM XXXIII. 8 1 Part HI. [ r 3 The Lord from heav'n, his lofty throne, A look on men beftows ; 14 And with a glance their thoughts each one, . He mod diftin&ly knows. 15 Their hearts and all their mortal frames, He forms of equal clay : And all their works and all their fchemes, He doth at once furvey.] 16 No king is fav'd by mortal hofts From an inglorious death : j 7 Nor can the horfe, whereof he boafts, Prefer ve his rider's breath, 1 8 But, lo ! the Lord's omnifcient eye For ever guards the juft : To fave them he is ever nigh "Who in his mercy truft. 19 He faves them from a ling'ring death, When famine overfpreads : The humble fouls, who live by faith, His gen'rous bounty feeds. 20 Then let our fouls wait on the Lord, Who is our help and fhield. 2 1 We fhall rejoice, for on his word, Our higheft hopes we build. 22 Lord, let thy mercy us defend, And our blefs*d portion be, According as our hopes depend, For all we want on thee. Zz PSALM XXXIV. PSALM XXXIV. THEE will I blefs, my God, always, Who giv'ft me life and peace : Long as I live, to fpeak thy praife My tongue (hall never ceafe. 2 In God my foul fhall make her boaft ; The meek fhall gladly hear : # And all who put in thee their truft Shall joyfully give ear. 3 O magnify the Lord with me, Ye faints with one accord ! Exalt his glorious name, all ye Who have believ'd his word. 4 I fought the Lord in deep deftrefs ; He heard my humble voice, And foon did all my fears redrefs And made my heart rejoice. [5 All thofe who in the Lord believe, And hope in his great name, Look up to him and light receive Who faves their face from fhame.] 6 Sing to the praife of his free grace How this poor fufPrer cry'd ; Nor * did the Lord conceal his face^ Nor was his fuit deny'd. Part II. 7 The Angel of the Lord furrounds His chofen children dear ; And ev'ry enemy confounds That would approach them near. PSALM XXXIV. 8j 8 O tafte and fee that God is good To all who feek his face : Blefs'd are the fouls that are renew'd By his almighty grace. 9 O fear the Lord, all ye his faints, Who ftill remains the fame : He well fupplies the num'rous wants Of all who fear his name. i o Young lions pinch'd for lack of food May loud for hunger roar ; But God, with ev'ry needful good, fupplies his humble poor. Part III. 1 1 Come, children, hearken now to me> And learn to fear the Lord ; 12 If ye long life and good would fee, Obey his holy word. i 3 From evil words refrain your tongue ; Your lips from fpeaking guile : 1 4 So fhall the Lord your days prolong, And on you ever fmile. 1 5 His eyes are ever on the juft ; His ears attend their cry : To thofe who in his mercy truft, His grace is ever nigh. I 6 But, lo ! he fets his angry brow Againft the wicked race ; Their memories to overthrow In final foul difgrace. 84 PSALM XXXV. Part IV. 17 Unto the Lord the righteous call, When fear approacheth nigh : He faves them from their troubles all, And hears their humble cry. 1 8 The Lord is ever nigh to them That are of broken heart : He faves the contrite foul from fhame, And takes th' opprefTed's part. 19 Tho' mun'rous wrongs the righteous bear, Yet God regards their grones ; 20 And from the ills they feel or fear, He keepeth all their bones. 2 1 Evil fhall fmite the wicked dead, And thofe that hate the juft, Shall never once lift up their head, But grovel in the duft. 2 2 The Lord redeems the foul of thofe That on his grace depend ; And to their feed, whom he hath chofe His favours never end. PSALM XXXV. O PLEAD my caufe, almighty God, Againft the fons of ftrife ; And fight againft the men of blood, "Who fight againft my life. 2 With fhield and buckler, Lord, ftand up, And flop their mad carreer ; For thou alone art all my hope And helpeir ever near. PSALM XXXV. 85 3 Draw out the fpear and flop their way ; Let perfecutors feel Thy wrath, but to thy fervant fay, I'm thy falvation ftill. 4 Confound the cruel pride of thofe That up againft me rife, With fhame turn back my wicked foes Who ftill my hurt devife. [5 Let them be driven by thy fword, As chaff before the wind; And let the an^el of the Lord Purfue them clofe behind. 6 Let gloomy darknefs cloud their path, And flipp'ry be their fteps, x\nd let the meffenger of death Plunge them in difmal deeps. 7 For unprovok'd they have prepar'd A net to catch ray feet : And they to get my foul enfnar'd Have digg'd a horrid pit. 8 Let unforefeen deftru&ion come, And feize them unaware; And let the pit become their tomb, Which they for rae prepare.] 9 Then (hall my foul with chearful voice, Exult in thy great name : In thy falvation I'll rejoice, And loud thy praife proclaim. H 86 P S A L M XXXV. io Y^a, all my bones (hall fay with joy, Lord, who is like to thee ? Who doft th' oppreffor's pow'r deftroy, And fet'ft the prisoners free ? Part II. 1 1 Falfe witnefles againft me rofe ; Charged me with things unknown : 12 Evil for good return'd my foes, My foul in grief to drown. i 3 But as for me when they were fick, In fackcloth fore I mourn'd ; I pray'd with fafting, and right quick An anfwer God return'd. I 4 Yea, I behav'd as though a friend . Or brother had been dead : As for a mother did I bend, For grief bow'd down my head. 15 But moft ungrateful they^did prove To me when fore diftreft ; To fhew their hatred for my love Their joys they loud expreft. Ev'n abje&s gather'd with the throng And mock'd at all my pain : Yea, I was fcorn'd by old and young, Who heard my foul complain. I 6 Vile hypocrites who meet at feafts, And get their bread by lies, At me threw their malignant jefts, Scorning my agonies. PSALM XXXV. 87 1 7 But, Lord, how long wilt thou look on, And not for me appear ? Deliv'rence fend from heav'n thy throne, For lions would me tear. [Thus David in a type reveal'd The fuffi rings of his Lord, By who/e fharp Jiripes our fouls are heal'd, Our peace was thus reflor'd.] Part III. ' 1 8 I will give thanks amidft the throng "Where great affemblies meet, And praife the Lord with heart and tongue In notes divinely fweet. 19 Let not my boafting enemies So wide extend their jaws, Nor wink at me with fcornful eyes, And hatred without caufe. 20 For malice is within their heart, And mifchief on their tongue : Againft the meek ftill lies they ftart, The innocent to wrong. 21 At me their mouths they wide difplay, And falfe conclufions draw : Our eyes have feen his fall, fay they, Then loud they cry, Aha ! 2 2 This thou haft feen, O Lord my God ; Difplay thine angry frown : Shew thou art near ; and with thy rod Bring their proud fpirits down. H 2 88 PSALM XXXV. 23 Stir up thyfelf, and now awake; My righteous qaufe decide : Make thefe imperious rebels quake, And fink their haughty pride. 24 According to thy righteoufnefs, Judge and deliver me : And let not finners thus opprefs And boaft of vi&ory, 25 O let them not in triumph fay, Our wifhes are complete ; For lo, the man is now our prey, Whom we did ever hate. 16 Let them afhamed be, and brought To black confufion all, Who have for my deflruftion fought, And long'd to fee my fall. 27 But let them be for ever glad, Who favour my jufr caufe : And let no humble foul be fad, Who loves thy righteous laws. Yea, let them (hout for joy, and fay, The Lord be magnify'd ; Who makes his fervant bear the fway, And cru(h the horn of pride. 2 8 Then (hall my joyful tongue exprefs Thy praifes all day long : Yea, I'll declare thy righteoufnefs In one eternal fong. PSALM XXXVI. *9 PSALM XXXVI. r*p HOUGH wicked men may fin explode* And walk in fair difguife ; Yet faith my heart, the fear of God Is not before their eyes. 2 Although they walk a while conceal'd In flatt'ry and deceit ; Yet (hall their crimes be all reveaPd That all may fee the cheat. 3 Their words are only fpacious lies, And tho' they boaft aloud, Wifdom is banifli'd from their eyes ; Their heart retains no good. 4 They think on mifchief all the nighty To pra&ife all the day ; And when the morning brings the light They hell-ward bend their way. \Such is the courfe, and fuch the end Of all the wicked race ; From which, Lord my foul defend } By thine almighty grace.~\ Part II. [5 High in the heav'ns, O Lord my God, Thy mercy ever dwells ; Thy faithfulnefs through evVy cloud Thy ftedfaft truth reveals. 6 His righteoufneis furmounts the fkies ; His judgments found the deeps: His goodnefs all our wants fupplies ; Both man and beaft he keeps.J H 3 po PSALM XXXVIL 7 My God, how matchlefs is thy love, Wheace all our comfort fprings ? Thy grace thy children daily prove Beneath thy ihady wings. 8 When to thy houfe with joy they hade, They (hall be fatisfied : Salvation there for their repaft In gentle rivers glide. 9 With thee is the immortal fpring Of light and Jife divine : Thy faints fhall in thy prefence fing, And all in glory (hine. Part 1IL jo Vonchfafe, O Lord, thy kindnefs dill ; Thy righteoufnefs impart To thofe that know and do thy will, With uprightnefs of heart. i x Let not the foot of pride come near The children of thy love ; And let no wicked hand appear Thy chofen to remove. 12 The workers of iniquity Are funk with fad furprize : And there in woe and mifery They lie, and ne'er can rife. PSALM XXXVIL FRET not thyfelf though evil men Appear in pomp and ftate : - Nor envy finners, nor complain To fee them waxing great. PSALM XXXVII. gi 2 For foon thou fhak%heir glory fee Cut down as with'ring grafs ; And all their pride away (hall flee, As fleeting fhadow pafs. 3 Truft in the Lord, and (till do good, Nor doubt his faithful hand ; So (hall he dill provide thee food, And dwelling in the land. 4 If thou in God place thy delight, He thy defires will grant: 5 Into his hand thy way commit, And he'll fupply thy want. 6 He (hall bring forth thy righteoufnefs Bright as the morning ray : Thy judgment mall with light increafe Till like the clear noon day. Part IL 7 Reft on the Lord and meekly wait, Nor murmur nor repine ; Though wicked men, advancing greafc In robes of honour (bine. 8 From anger ceafe, and wrath forfake, Nor fret in any wife ; Left thou (honld'ft of their guilt partake, And God fhould thee chaftife. 9 For evil doers foon (hall fall, And to the duft mail cleave : But all who wait on God they IhaH Both peace and plenty have. 92 PSALM XXXVII. 10 For yet a little ^hile, and lo ! The wicked (hall not be : Yea, thou (halt fearch their place to know, But k thou ne'er (halt fee. 1 1 But by inheritance the Lord Unto the meek doth give The earth, and by his faithful word, They there in peace (hall live. Part III. 12 The wicked plot againft the juft, And would them all confume : I 3 But God derides fuch feeble duft, "Who fees their final doom. j 4 They have drawn out the murdVmg fword, And bent the cruel bow, To flay the poor that fear the Lord, And bring the upright low. 15 But lo, the fword which they have drawn. Shall through their heart be (truck : The bows which they depend upon, Shall be to fhivers broke. 16 What though the wealthy finners boaQ What large ellares they hold ; The meanefi portion of the juft Excels their heaps of gold. 17 The arms of finners (hall be broke, But God the juft fufUins: 1 8 He knows their days, and as a rock Their portion he maintains. PSALM XXXVII. 93 9 When evil tidings terrors fpread, They (hall not be afraid : When famine multiplies the dead, They (hall be fatisfied. 20 But wicked men at God's rebuke, Shall feel a fad difmay : As fat of lambs confume in fmoke, So (hall they melt away. Part IV. 2 L. The wicked borrow of their friends, But near defign to pay : The righteous mercy (hews and lends, Nor turns the poor away. 2 2 Thofe that are blefTed of the Lord, Shall long the earth enjoy : But thofe who cuffed be, his fword Shall utterly deftroy. 2 3 A good man's ways are order'd all By providence divine : God's watchful eye prevents his fall, And on his path doth (hine. 24 Or (hould he fuffer him to Aide He (hall not be caft down : For his right hand is flill the guide Of all who are his own. [25 I have been young but old am grown, Yet never have I feen The righteous left of God, nor known Their feed have beggars been. J 94 PSALM XXX VII. 2 6 The good man's merciful and lends The needy in diftrefs ; And bleffings on his Teed defcends When they're left fatherlefs. , Part V. 2 7* Depart from evil, and do good, Thence endlefs peace (hall rife : 28 The Lord loves judgment, and with food His humble poor fupplies : His ' chofen faints he ne'er forfakes, Nor leaves their faithful race : But finners and their feed he makes To perifh in difgrace. 29 The righteous (hall enjoy the land Till time itfelf (hall end : 30 For truth he fpeaks ; and with his hand He doth the poor defend. 31 The law of God is in his heart; None of his fleps (hall Aide : 32 Though wicked men try ev'ry art To (lay him in their pride. 33 God will not leave him in their hand Nor let him be condemn'd : And when he doth in judgment (land, He (hall not be afhans'd. 34 Wait on the Lord and keep his way, And he (hall honour thee : When juftice (hall the wicked flay Their fall thine eye (hall lee. PSALM XXXVIII. 95 Part VI. 35 I've feen the wicked great in pow'r, Spreading his arms abroad, Green as the bay-tree for an hour, Fearlefs of a man or God. 36 But in a moment he was gone, Gut down by hands unfeen ; I fearch'd, but root or branch was none Where all that pomp had been. 37 But mark the man of perfect heart ; The upright man attend : Secur'd from ev'ry baleful dart, His life in peace doth end. 38 But lo, tranfgreflbrs are not fo ; Their'pride (hall be deftroy'd : Down to the duft the wicked go, , And leave their dwellings void. 39 But the falvation of the jufl: Is of the Lord alone : He is the rock in which they trufl: ; His word they reft upon. 40 The Lord himfelf fhall plead their caufe And fhall their lives redeem Out of the wicked's cruel jaws, Becaufe they truft in him. PSALM XXXVIII. REBUKE me not in anger, Lord, Nor in ihy wrath chaftize 2 Thine arrows pierce me like a fword, Thy hand fore on me lies. p6 P S A L M XXXVIII. 3 There is no foundnefs in my flefh, Becaufe thine anger burns ; Neither does ought my foul refrefh, Becaufe for fin (he mourns. 4 For o'er my head my fins are gone ; A moft prodigious load : Too great are they for me t' atone, Nor can I bear thy rod. 5 My wounds with foul corruption ftink For my bafe foolifhnefs : 6 And I'm bow'd down to death's dark brink, With conftant deep diftrefs. 7 FilPd with a loathfome fore difeafe, Corrupted is my fiefti : 8 Feeble and broke, I long for esfe My fpirits to refrefh. 9 All my defires are known to thee, O Lord, and ev'ry groan : io My heart is almoft dead in me, Becaufe my light is gone. ■ Part II, 1 1 My friends and lovers (land aloof, Regardlefs of my fore : My kinfmen alfo ftand far off, To fliun my plainrif roar. 12 And ftill to aggravate my grief. My foes for me lay fnares : They daily plot againft my life, To multiply my cares. PSALM XXXVIII. 97 [13 But as a deaf man I became, And fpeechlefs I remain'd : 14 With patience dumb I bore the fhame, And their reproach fuftain'd. 15 For, Lord, in thee I put my truft, Who doft my fuiPrings fee : 16I faid, left thefe my foes (hould boaft, O Lord deliver me ! j For when my foot begins to Aide, They long to fee my fall : But in thy name, Lord, I confide, for thou art all in all. 1 7 Yet I am weak becaufe Fve been With loads of guilt depreft ; 18 But Til be forry for my fin, Becaufe I have tranfgrefh 19 But lively are my foes and ftrong; Their mouths they open wide; And they that feek to do me wrong Are greatly multiplied. 20 Yea, they that render ill for good Mine adverfaries are : Becaufe I have their courfe withftood And kept thy law with care. 2 1 Lord, leave me not, but now draw near And banifn all my grief: - 22 O God of my falvatior, htar, And fend me qaick relief. 98 PSALM XXXIX. PSALM XXXIX. I SAID I'll watch o'er all my W3ys, And keep with care my tongue, Left I fhould fpeak to God's difpraife, Amidfta wicked throng. 2 Then was I dumb ; from fpeech I ceas'd ; Yea, ev'n from fpeaking good : But then my forrows were increas'd, "While thus I filent flood. 3 My heart grew hot within my bread, The fire of zeal wax'd ftrong, While I was mufing and diftreft, Then fpake I with my tongue. 4 Lord, make me know mine end, I faid, And meafure of my days, How frail I am ; how fhort the thread That death from me delays. 5 For thou haft made man's fleeting age An hand's bieath or a fpan : Yen, nought but -vanity the ftage Qf ev'ry mortal man. 6 Sure all men walk in a vain fhow, Difquicting them in vain: They heap up wealth, but doth not know, To whom it (hall pertain. Part II. 7 And now, O Lord, what wait I for ? My hope is f xt on thee : 8 My fins f< rgive ; my peace reftore ; From (corners fct me free, PSALM XL. 99 p When chaiten'd, lo, I dumb became, Nor fpakeone murm'ring word ; Becaufe I knew this mortal frame Is in thy hand, O Lord. 10 From me remove thy heavy ftroke, In mercy, O my God ! For, lo ! I am confum'd and broke, By thy chaftifing rod. 1 1 Lord, when thy ftripes on man are laid, For his iniquity, Thou mak'ft his faireft beauty fade, And (hew'ft its vanity. 1 2 Lord, hear my pray'r, and calm my fears, For I'm a ftranger here : A fojourner, immers'd in tears, As all my fathers were. I 3 O fpare me yet a little fpace, And ftrength to me reftore, Ere I go hence and leave this place Here to be feen no more. PSALM XL. I WAITED long upon the Lord, And did with patience bear : At length, according to this word, He bow'd to me his ear. Wt He drew me from a fearful pit, And from deep miry clay : Then on a rock he fet my feet/ Efrablifhing my way. I 2 loo PSALM XL. 3 Yea, he infpir'd my heart and tongue, His name to praife on high Many fhall Hften to my fong, And on the Lord rely. 4 Blefs'd is the man whofe ftedfaft truft Doth in the Lord confide, Regard lefs of proud mortal duft, Who turn to lies afide. Part II. £5 How boundlefs are thy works, O Lord, When providence we trace I Thy wondrous works upon record, Thy works of pow'r and grace. But greater numbers ftill there are, Which we C3n ne'er explore ; All which no mortal can declare, Or count their number o'er.] 6 What can we render, Lord, to thee For all thy kindnefs fhown ? Alas I no facrifice have we But what is all thine own. Nay, thou haft faid thefe things are vain^ No coftly facrifice Of dying beafts on altars (lain, Gives pleafure to thine eyes. 7 Then faid the Saviour, Lo ! I come ; It written is of me, A human body I aflame, As 'lis in thv decree. PSALM. XL, icj 8 For I delight to do thy will ; Thy law is in my heart, Thy holy precepts to fulfil, "Whate'er thy lips impart. 9 I've preach'd thy perfect righteoufnefs, Where great affemblies flood ; And to thy people, in difirefs, Thy great falvation fhew'd. 10 Nor have I hid within my heart The counfels of thy will ; But did them faithfully impart, Thy precepts to fulfil. [Thus David in the Saviour's name, By prophecy reveaVd : And God's falvation did proclaim, Which had been long conceal'd.] Part III. 1 1 Now, for the dear Redeemer's fake, Thy mercies, Lord, extend : Thro' him companion on me takc ; And thy falvation fend. 12 For, lo ! innummerable woes Encompafs me about ; And mine iniquities enclofe, And fhut my comforts out. For they the number of my hairs Abundantly excel ; So that my heart almoft defpairs They fo extremely fwelL * 3 io2 P S A L M XLL i 3 But, O my God, deliver me ! And pity on me take : Send me a pardon fpeedily For my dear Saviour's fake. [14 Let black confufion feize on them, Who feek my foul to kill : Let them be driven bock with (hame, Who wifh to do me i!!. 15 Let them in barren defarts dwell, To their eternal fhame, That fay, Aha ! aha, and fweii, While they reproach my name.] 1 6 Lord, let them all who feek thy face Eternally rejoice: And all who love thy faving grace Praife thee with heart and voice. 1 7 Tho' I am poor and needy* yet Thou wilt not me forfake. To fave me from the fowler's net, My God no tarrying make. PSALM XLI. BLESS'D is the man whofe bowels yern With pity to the poor ; Who feels with grief and deep concern What needy fouls endure. a The Lord (hall keep alive his foul When fore afflictions fpread : Tho* plague and famine round him roll, And multiply their dead. PSAL M XLI. 103 Nor foreign nor domeftick fword Sball e'er his (oul furprife, Who firmly trufteth in the Lord, And on his word relies. 3 Or fhould he languish on his bed AVith fore difeafes preft ; The Lord (hall then refrefh his head, And give his fpirit reft. [ Thus blefs'd is he who fears the Lorct, And J allows his commands ; Lends to the poor without reward, Or gives with liberal hands .] Part II. 4 O Lord my God, in mercy heal My foul's affliaed cafe ! Though I have finn'd, yet, Lord, reveal The riches of thy grace. [5 My foes fay, O when will he die I Then (hall his mem'ry rot : And let his name eternally Be from the earth forgot. 6 And when they formal vifits pay, Mifchief in heart is bred : And foon as they are gone their way, Their fland'rous lies they fpread. 7 All thofe that hate me when they meet, Whifper end gender ftrife : And when they in their councils fit, They plot againft my life. io4 PSAL M XLIL 8 A mofl inveterate difeafe, Say they, afflifts him" fore : Lo, now it doth his vitals fieze, And he fhall rife no more. 9 Yea, ev'n mine own familiar friend, In whom I did confide, Who daily ate my bread doth bend, And join the rebel fide.] I o Be merciful, O Lord, to me, And raife me up again ; That all mine enemies may fee, Their feeble rage is vain. t i By this I know thou ftand'fl my friend, Becaufe my cruel foe Hath not obain'd his curfed end, Who fought my overthrow, 1 2 But as for me thy righteous hand Upholds me by thy grace : And thou wilt make me ever ftand With joy before thy face, I 3 Blefs'd be the God of Ifr'el then, To all eternity : Let all the people fay, Amen ; Amen, fo let it be. PSALM XLIL AS pants the hunted heart to find The cooling water brook : So pants my foul, with longing mind, For thee, O God, my rock, PSALM XLIL 105 2 Yea, for my God, the living God, My foul cries out, Alas, When (hall I vifit his abode, And ftand before his face. 3 My tears my daily meat have been, While thus my foes have faid, Where's now thy God thou trufteft in ? And where's his promis'd aid ? 4 Lord, when thefe things I ponder o'er, And former days furvey, My very foul in tears I pour, At thy fo long delay. For I went with the joyful throng That kept the folemn days ; Then thy falvation was our fong, And all our work was praife. 5 But, O my foul, why thus caft down ? Why fo difquiet in me ? Hope in the Lord, tho* now he frown, His grace thou yet (halt fee. Part II. 6 My foul within me finks, O God ! But I'll remember thee, In every place my feet have trod, How thou haft helped me. 7 Deep unto deep aloud doth call, While awful thunders roll : And, Lord, thy waves and billows all Have overwhelmed my foul. jo6 PSALM XLI1I. 8 Yet will the Lord command, ere long, His kindnefs in the day ; And in the night afford a fong, Then will 1 praife and pray. 9 I'll fay, Why, O my God, my rock, Haft thou forgot me fo ? Why muft I mourn beneath the ftroke Of my oppreflive foe ? 10 As with a fword they pierce my bones, While daily they upbraid, Where's now thy God who hears thy grones ? And where's his promised aid ? 1 1 But why art thou caft down, my foul, And why in fuch diftrefs ? Hope in the Lord, though billows roll, Truft in his faithfulnefs. For yet I hope his name to praife, And vifit his abode, Who is my health and ftrength always \ My Saviour and my God. PSALM XLIII. JUDGE me, O God, and plead my caufe Againft a finful land ; Which grieves my foul and breaks thy laws With an uplifted hand. From the deceitful and unjuft, O Lord, deliver me ; For in thy name I put my truft ; No friend have I but thee. PSALM XLIV, 1C7 2 O God, my God, my ftrength thou art ; Why haft thou cad: me off? Why go I thus with heavy heart, While proud opprefTors feoff? 3 Send forth thy light and truth, O lord ; Let them conduct me ftill, Till, by thy Spirit and thy word, I reach thy holy hilL 4 Then to thine altar I'll repair, O God, my chiefs ft joy ! And all the pow'rs thou giv'ft me, there I'll in thy praife employ 5 But, O my down-caft foul, why (o Difqnieted in mv ? Hope in the Lord, for yet below His praife my fong fhall be, P S A L M XLiV. OG O D, we with our ears have heard, Our fathers have us told Thy wondrous works; and have declared What things thou did ft of ,-oW. 2 How thou didft with ihy mighty band The heathen difpoflbfs : • And how thy people, in this land, Thou didft implant and blefs. 3 For they got not this fpacious land By their own bow ah3 fwcnl But mighty hofts r that did wlihftand, Were vanquiih'd by the Lord, io8 PSALM XLIV. Thine arm and countenance divine, This mighty conqueft gave, 4 O God our King, now on us Uiine, And thine own Ifr'el fave. 5 Through thee will we puih down our foes, And all their pow'rs defpife : Yea, though thy name tread down all thofe, Who dare againft us rife. Part II. 6 I will not truft my bow, O Lord, To fave or fuccour me : Nor in my bright two-edged fword, My confidence (hall be. 6 But thou who fav'dft us heretofore From all our mighty foes And all who hatred to us bore Didft thus to fhame expofe. 8 In thee well therefore all day long Rejoice, and pr2*ife thy name: To endlefs ages (hall our fong Thy righteous a£ts proclaim. Part III. 9 But now, Lord, thou haft caft us off, And fill'd our face with fhame : Our foes at our faint armies feoff, Since thou art not with them. io Thou mak'ft us backward now retreat, From cvYy boaiting foe ; And let'ft them all who bear us hate Still fpoil us as We go PSALM XLIV. 109 '£ 1 1 Thou giv'ft us to our enemies As filly fheep for meat: And us their captives they defpife, And moft feverely treat. i 2 Thou fell'ft thy people, Lord, for nought ; Their price brings thee no gain : And thofe who us fo cheaply bought, Infult us with difdain. J 3 Thou mak'ft us a reproach among Our neighbours far and near : 1 4 The heathen's by-word, taunf, and fong ; They (bake their heads and fneer. 15 Confufion is before my face, And I am cloth'd with (hame ; 1 6 Becaufe our enemies thy grace Continually blafpheme. Part IV. [17 All this is come on us, O Lord, Yet we forget not thee ; Nor in thy covenant and word, Have dealt deceitfully. 1 8 Our heart is not from thee turn'd back, Nor feet declin'd thy path. 19 Tho' thou doft n§ with dragons break Among the (hades of death.] 20 Did we forget the Lord moft high, And other gods adore, 2 1 We know, O Lord, thy piercing eye Would foon our guilt explore. K no PSALM XLV. %2 Yea, Lord, thou know'ft that for thy fake, We're killed all the day: As fheep for (laughter us they take, And we become their prey. Part V. 2 3 Awake, why fleepeft thou, O Lord, Regardlefs of our cafe ? O let us not be ftill abhor'd, And banifh'd from thy face. 2 4 Why doft thou ftill thy prefence hide, And difregard our pain ? See how our foes opprefs, deride, And hold us in difdain. 25 Our hearts that have been filPd with mirth, With grief are like to burft : Our belly cleaveth to the earth, Our foul unto the dud 26 Arife, O Lord, and pity take On us from thine abode. Redeem us for thy mercy's fake, Our Saviour and our God. P S A L M XLV. MY heart infpir'd by heav'n, my fong Shall be about the King : ^ Swift as the writer's pen my tongue The matter forth fhall bring. a Fairer than fons of human race, Art thou, my deareft Lord : Thy lips with ev'ry heaVnly grace Are mod divinely flor'd. PSALM XLV. in And therefore bath the Lord thy God His favours on thee fhed : Yea, bleffings without end beftow'd, To crown thy facred head. 3 Gird on thy fword upon thy thigh, O thou viftorious Prince : With glory and with majefty, Thy boundlefs pow'r evince. 4 With meeknefs, truth, and righteoufnefs Ride on, O King of kings ! And thy right hand, with great fuccefs, Shall teach thee dreadful things. 5 Thine arrows (harp {hall pierce the heart Of thy rebellious foes : Not one of them (hall 'fcape thy dart, Who dare thy reign oppofe. Part II. 6 Thy throne, O God, fhall ever ftand, And fufFer no decay, The righteous fceptre in thy hand Thou doft with judgment fway. 7 For righteoufnefs is thy delight ; Juftice thou doft maintain : But wickednefs is in thy fight The objeft of difdain. Therefore on thee, the Lord thy God His oil of joy hath fhed Above thy fellows, and beftow'd More honours on thy head. K 2 H2 P S A L M XLV. [8 Of aloes, myrrh, and caffia rich, Thy facred garments fmell, From off the ivory throne on which They made thy joys excel. 9 Among thy honour'd women ftand Kings daughters high renown'd : Behold, the Queen at thy right hand With gold of Oflhir crown'd.] Part III. jo Hearken, O Gentile daughter fair, Forget thy father's houfe, People, and country, and repair To Chrift thine only fpoufe. 2 I So fliall the King thy beauty bright Defire Rill more and more : He is thy Loid, and with thy might, Him worfhip and adore. 12 The royal virgins far and near, Thy favour (hall intreat: And with a gift there fliall appear Tyre's daughter grand in (late, i 3 The daughter of the King, behold, Spotlefs and bright is feen : Her raiment all of woven gold, And glorious all within. 14 She (hall be brought unto the King In robes all needle wrought: Yea, her companions (lie fliall bring ; To thee they fliall be brought, PSALM XLV. 113 1.5 With gladnefs and rejoicing they Shall to the palace come: The King his prefence (hall difplay, And bid them welcome home. 1 6 Inftead of fathers (hall thy fons, Of high aud noble birth, Be kings and princes, mighty ones Throughout the fpacious earth. 17 And 1*11 immortalize thy name, ■ Through ev'ry fleeting age : Therefore fhall people praife thy fame, Through ev'ry future ftage. Another of the fame. 1 T T 7 I T H facred zeal infpir'd, I fing V V The honours of my heav'nly King r "Which makes my heart and tongue indite* Swift as the readieft fcribe can write. 2 Fairer than fons of human race Art thou, O King ! enrich'd with grace ^ Therefore the Lord thy God hath (hed His choiceft bleflings on thy head. 3 Gird now thy fword upon thy thigh, Moft mighty, glorious Majefty : 4 And by thy powV viftorious ride, "With truth and meeknefs at thy fide, And righteoufnefs, for lo, thefe are The weapons of thy heav'nly war. Thus arm'd ride forth, great King of kings, Thy right hand (hail (hew dreadful things, 5 Thine arrows pointed (harp fnall dart Thy rebel foes of flouted heart; 114 PSALM XLV. And (hall thine enemies purfue, Till grace or vengeance a)! fubdue. Part II. 6 Thy throne, O God, (hall ever (land ; The righteous fceptre in thy hand, Thine arm eternally (hall fway, And truth and juftice ftil! difplay. 7 For righteoufnefs is thy delight, But guile is hateful in thy fight ; Therefore the Lord thy God hath (lied His oil of ghdnefs on thy head : 8 Made thee thy fellows all excel -> Thy robes of fweeteft oJours fmell, Out of the iv'ry "palaces "Wherein they made thy joys increafe. p Amongft thy virgins, all divine, Daughters of kings illuflrious fhine And lo, the queen at thy right hand Doth in pure gold of Ophir (land. Part III. to O Gentile nympth, thine ear incline ; Now all thy ido! gods rcfign : Forget thy kin and father's houfe, And cleave to Chrift thy glorious fpoufe, 3 I So (hall the King, with warm defire, Thy love and beauty ftill admire; For he's thy LoFd ; fte thou efteem None elfe, but love and wor!hip him. : z And foieign prince(Tes that hear, Shall feck thy favour, and draw neaj. PSALM XLVI. 1 1 5 With cofily prefents for the Queen, MVIong whom Tyre's daughter (hall be feen. Part IV. I 3 The daughter of the King is clean Without, and wholly pure within: Her clothing is of woven gold, All over fpotlefs to beld. i 4 She fnall before the King be brought In robes divine, all needle wrought ; And her companions too fnall be Conduced fafe, O King, to thee. 15 With gladnefs (ball the Spirit bring Them to the palace of the King : Yea, to his prefence chamber where They fnall his choiceft favours (hare. 1 6 Inflead of fathers uhall thy fons Rife in their room to fit on thrones, Whom thou throughout the earth (halt crown Princes and kings of high renown. 1 7 Now, in remembrance of thy name I will record thy wond rous fame, Which (hall from age to age defcend, Nor ev'n with time itfelf (hall end. P S A L M XLVI. C^l O D is our refuge, ftrength, and flay ; J" A very prefent aid : What (hould our fpirits then difmay, Whofe hopes on him are laid r 2 Should mountains from their fixed platfe Into the fea be but I'd ; Convulfions feize the very bafe, And centre of the world. n6 PSALM XLVI. 3 And though the waters of the fea With dire confufion roar, And fright the rocks and hills away From off the trembling fhore. 4 Yet there's a gentle river flows, The ft reams whereof make glad The city of our God. She knows No change can make her fad. 5 For there the great Jehovah's throne Is fixt amidft her tow'rs : Of other fortrefles there's none To be compar d with ours. [6 The heathen rais'd a clarri'rous noife, The kingdoms moved were : The Lord but fpske, and at his voice The earth did melt with fear. 7 The Lord of Hofts is with us ftili, Our conftant guard and guide. And Jacob's God on Zion's hill/ Our refuge fhall abide.] Part II. 8 Come, and behold the works of God, What wonders he hath wrought : What defolations all abroad He on the earth hath brought. 9 The noife of war to peace he turns, He makes the feuds expire ; He breaks the bow and fpear, and burns The chariot in the fire. PSALM XLVII. i i 7 i o Be ftill and know that I am God, Who reigns on Zion's hill : 1*11 make the heathen fear my rod, And earth obey my will. i i The Lord of Hofls is with us ftill, Our conftant guard and guide: And Jacob's God on Zion's hill, Our refuge fhall abide. PSALM XLVII. OCLAP your hands, ye people all, "With voice of triumph fing 2 To God the great, the terrible, The univerfal King. 3 He (hall the nations all fubdue Beneath his conqu'ring feet : He (hall his great falvation fhew, And make our foes fubmit. 4 4 The Lord fliall chufe our dwelling-place, Ev'n Jacob's excellence ; And Ifr'el's lot before his face, A bright inheritance. Part II. 5 Ghrifl is afcendeJ up on high, "With trumpet's founding loud : 6 Praife, praife th' incarnate Deity, Our Saviour and our God ! 7 For he is King of kings alone ; His praife with knowledge fing : He rules the heathen from his throne Of holinefs as King. 1 1 8 PSALM XLVIII. 8 The princes of the people throng, And meet from all abroad, All who to Ahr'am'* God belong, To magnify their God: 9 For lo, the fhielcs of all the earth Belong to Chrlft their King ; And they, with reverential mirth Shall all his glory fing. PSALM XLVIII. [/^ REAT is the Lord, and greatly he vJT Is to be praifed flili : High (hall his 'name exalted be Upon his holy hill. J 2 O Zion 1 fweet delightful place, For fituation blefs'd : Of all the earth the joy and grace, Where God hath chofe his reft. On her north fide the city Hands, Seat of th' almighty King, Whofe pow'r the univerfe commands ; Let all his praifes fing. 3 God in her palaces is known, A refuge in diftrefs : 4 Th' aflembled kings from her pafs'd on, Defpairing of fuccefs. 5 They view'd her walls and (truck with dread, Their enterprife forfook, 6 As when a woman ill beftead, Is of her pangs o'ertook. PSALM XL VIII. .119 7 When (hips of Tarfhifh, tall and proud, Came to invade her coft, God, with an eaft wind fierce and loud, Their fleet to (hivers toft'd. Part IL 8 Lord, as we've heard, fo have we feen, Known and believ'd of thee, Thou haft thy peoples refuge been, And wilt for ever be. 9 We of thy loving kindnefs, Lord, Have often thought upon, Within thy houfe, where grace is ftor'd. And where is fixt thy throne. 10 Far as thy name is known, O God, So far thy praife extends : Thy righteoufnefs is "(hewn abroad To earth's remoteft ends. 1 1 Let Zion's mount rejoice, and glad Let Judah's daughters be, Who have fuch large experience had, And did thy judgments fee. 12 Let ftrangers Zion's walls walk round, And count her facred tow'rs, And fee how peaceful, fafe, and found The Lord his church fecures. 1 3 Her bulwarks, palaces, and walls, Let them confider well, All which for ftri& attention calls, And future ages tell. 120 P S A L M XLIX. i 4 This God is ours for evermore ; In him our fouls confide : As he hath kept us heretofore, Thro* life fhall be our guide. PSALM XLIX. OA L L ye nations far and near, Far as earth's bounds extend : 2 Ye people all, with lift'ning ear Unto my words attend. 3 My mouth, with heav'nly wifdom fraught, Shall good advice impart ; The deep refult of prudent thought, Conceived within my heart. 4 To parables of (olid fenfe, Mine ear I will incline ; Difpel the clouds of providence, And caufe the light to fhine. 5 Wherefore fhould fear my courage daunti When evil days appear ? And unbelief, foreboding want, Bring defolation's near ? 6 They who in eorthly treafures trufl:, May then with tenor quake : And fuch as of their riches boaft, When all appears at ftake. 7 Vain are their hopes^. None can redeem His brother from the grave, Or ranfom give to God for him, His foul from hell to fave ! PSALM XLIX. 121 8 No! the redemption of the foul Doth then for ever ceafe : ftot all the wealth from pole to pole Can purchafe its releafe. Part II. 9 If money, life, or health could buy, And from corruption fave ; How would the rich, pale death defy, And fcorn the gloomy grave ? io But, lo ! they fee both rich and poor, Without diftin&ion die ; Nor wife nor foolifh from their door Can death one hour put by : For, lo ! they perifh, and their wealth, They mud to others leave ; 1 1 Altho' they fancied, when in health, Death ne'er would them bereave: Or if they mud his call obey, Their houfe fecurely (lands ; And that their names may ne'er decay, They give them to their lands. 1 2 Thoughtiefs how man in honour firfl Did not therein abide ; But foon by fin became accurft, And like the beafts he dy'd. i 3 And yet his children (till purfue The fame rebellious path ; And in the fatal track he drew, They follow him to death* L 122 PSALM XLIX. 14 Death feeds on them like filly (heep, And worms their bodies (hare ; But the lad trump that ends their fieep, A diff Vence fhall declare. Soon as they leave the dufky grave The Judge (hall them divide : Then (hall the juft dominion have O'er all the fons of pride. Part III. 15 God, from the pow'r of earth and hell, His fervants (ha!l redeem ; And in his prefence make them dwell, Who put their truft in him. 16 Then in diftrefs be not afraid, Ye children of his grace ; Although a finner fweli with pride To fee his wealth increale. I 7 For death will ftrip him foon of all Wherein he puts his truft : His pomp and pride at cnce (hall fall Inglorious to the duft. 18 Tho' while he Iiv'd he blefs'J himfeif, And crouds his fame d'J rsife ; For whofo heaps up wordly pelf, Obtains the fl-ut'rcr's praife. 19 But he (hall to his fathers go, "Whofe crooked paths he trod, To regions of eternal woe, Far from the faints of God. PSALM L 123 2 o For man in honour, void of grace, Whate'er his thoughts devife, Lives only like the brutal race, And, lo ! like them he dies. P S A L M L. THE mighty God, the Lord hath fpoke, And fent his fummons forth ; The tribes of Adam to convoke, From eaft, weft, fouth, and north. 2 From Zton'shill, where" Beauty fhines In full perfection bright, Thence God hath (hone, and dark defigns He calleth forth to light. 3 Our God (hall come in dreadful flames, And filence keep no more : Tempefl: and fire, in dreadful gleams, Around him (hall devour. 4 He to the heav'ns aloud (hall call, And bid the earth draw near ; That he may judge his people all, And make his juftice clear. 5 But gather all my faints, he cries, Who have a covenant made "With me, by that great facrifice Which Chrift for them have paid. 6 His righteoufnefs (hall now appear Complete before my throne ; And heav'n and earth (hall witnefs bear, For God is Judge alone. 124 PSALM L Part II. 7 But, O my people hear, for I Againft you will exclaim ; O Ifr'el, I will teftify Againft thee to thy fhame. 8 Not for the want of facrifice Will I thy ways reprove : All thy burnt off/rings I defpife, When void of faith and love. 9 I'll take no bullock from thy flail Nor he-goat from thy fold. io For ev'ry beaft is rr. T ne, yea, all That hills and forefts hold. ill know all feather'd fowls that fly, And wild beafts of the field ; For all are mine that mountains high. Or hills or vallies yield. 12 If hungry would I afk for thine That graze upon the plains ; When all the univerfe is mine, And all that it contains ? I 3 Refrain your carnal thoughts, ye fool?, Nor more prefume to think, That I would eat the flefh of bulls Or blood of goats would drink. Part III. I 4 Offer to God continually, Unfeigned thanks and praife; And pay thy thanks to the Moft High, While yet his wrath delays, PSALM L. 125 1 5 Then call on me when in diftrefs, Saith God, I'll anfwer thee : Yea, all thy grievances redrefs, And thou (hale honour me. 1 6 But, O ye finners, faith the Lord, With hearts and lives profane, What right have ye to fpeak my word, To take my name in vain ? 17 Thou who doft good inftruflion hate Nor wilt my precepts hear; But caft'ft my words, as out of date, Behind thee without fear. 1,8 Soon as thine eyes beheld a thief* Thou join'dft with him in fin: And with adultVers, ev'n the chief, Thou haft partaker been. 19 Thou giv'ft thy mouth to evil words, And to deceit thy tongue. 20 Thy (landers have been naked fwords, To do thy brother wrong. 2 1 Thefe things with filence I beheld ; Nor did reprove thy fin, Till thy prefumptuous heart was fweiPd With blafphemy within, Thou thought'ft that I like thee had been And took in fin delight : But I will fet thy ev'ry fin, In order in thy fight. L Q 126 P S A L M L. 2 2 Confider this betimes whh fear, Ye that forget the Lord ; Left I fliould you in pieces tear, When none can help afford. 2 3 But whefo offers humble praife, He fhall accepted be : - And he that orders right his ways, Shall my falvation fee. The Second Verfion. HARK! hark! Jehovah fends His awful fummons forth ; Ev'n to the world's remoteft ends, From eaft, weft, fouth, and north. 2 Frcm Zion's holy hill, "Whofe beauty all excels, Our God hath (hone ; thence he his will* And glorious pow'r reveals. 3 Behold, our God fhall come, And filence keep no more : A fire before him (hall confume, And all his foes devour. "With a tempefluous flame It fhall around him blaze : 'Twill fill his enemies with fhame, Dread, horror, and amaze. 4 He to the heav'ns fhall call, And bid the earth draw near, That he^ may judge his people all, And make his truth appear. PSALM L. 127 5 But gather all my faints, The Judge commands with care ; I'm come to anfwer their complaints, And banifh all their fear. All who by faith have made A covenant with God : Through that great facrifice once paid Of the Redeemer's blood. 6 The heav'ns his righteoufnefs Shall openly declare 5 For God is Judge who will redrefs All partial dealings there. Part II. 7 But, O my people hear, And give attentive heed : And thon, O Ifr'el hear and fear, For I'll againft thee plead. S For lack of facrifice I will not thee reprove : Nor that burnt off'rings feldom rife In fumes to me above. 9 No bullock will I take, Nor he.goat from thy fold : 10 For all are mine, I did them make, That hills or vallies hold. 1 1 All flying fowls I know, And wild beafts of the field, They all co me their being owe, That land or waters yield* 128 PSALM L. 12 If hungry then I were, Need I complain to thee, Since heav'n and earth, and all that's there, "Wholly belongs to me ? 13 That I bulls fleih would eat, Could'ft thou prefume to think? Or that I need, my third t' abate, The blood of goats to drink ? - 14 O horrid blafphemy ! Give thanks and praife to God ; And pay thy vows to the Moft High, Nor more provoke his rod. 15 Then call by faith on me When troublous times appear ; I'll anfvver and deliver thee, And thou my name (halt fear. Part III. 1 6 But to the wicked race God fays, what right have you To name my covenant of grace, Or call my ftatutes true ? 1 7 Ye hypocrites, who hate Inftruftion in your mind, How dare you praftife fuch deceit, And caft my words behind ? 18 When thou a thief did'ft fee, Thou gav'ft him thy confent 5 And with adult'rers didft agree, With heart on mifchief bent. PSALM LL 129 19 Thou giv'ft thy mouth to guile ; To wickednefs thy tongue, 20 Nor fpar'ft with flinders to revile, And do thy brother wrong. 2 1 Thofe things mine eyes have feen, Although I filence kept, Till thou thought'ft I like thee had been Or that my juftice flept. But I will thee reprove, And to thy fad furprize, The fecret fins which thou didft love, Til fet before thine eyes. 2 2 Confider this with fear, Ye that forget the Lord, Left I your fouls in pieces tear, When none can help afford. 2 3 But whofo offers praife He honour gives to me : And he that walks in righteous ways, Shall my falvation fee. PSALM LI. HAVE mercy, O my God, on me, According to thy grace ; After thy loving kindnefs free, My num'rous crimes efface. 2 Wa(h me from mine iniquities And from my fins me clear : 3 For my tranfgreffions in mine eyes Moft odious now appear. 130 P S A L M LI. 4 Againfl: thee only have I done This evil in thy fight; And if I'm banifrVd from thy throne, I own thy judgment right. 5 I muft confefs the finful root, From which my nature grew ; The feed corrupted, and the fruit Muft needs be evil too. Part II. 6 Lord, thou defireft truth of heart, And purity within; Thou wifdom wilt to me impart, To fee my fecret fin. 7 "With hyfTop purge me, O my God, For thou canfl: cleanfe me fo : By faith in CbriiTs atoning blood, Till whiter far than fnow. 8 O let me hear thy pard'ning voice, And thus my peace reftore ; Then (hall thefe languid bones rejoice Which thou haft broken fore. 9 From my tranlgreffions hide thy face, And cancel ail my fin : 10 My heart i^new by fovereign grace, And form new pow'rs within. i i Gaft mt not from thy prcfence, Lord, But let thy Spirit flay With me, to guide me by thy word, To realms of endlefs day. PSALM LI, i 3I [12 The joy of thy falvation fweef, Unto my foul reftore : And let thy Spirit guide my feet That I may fall no more. i 3 Then will I bold tranfgreflbrs warn, And teach to fcek thy face ; Who, when converted foon (hall learn The methods of thy grace ] Part HI. 14 Lord, cleanfe me from thofe bloody ftains That cover me with fhame, With that dear blood that from the veins Of my Redeemer came. 15 Open my clofed lips, O Lord; My drooping fpirits raife : Then heart and tongue, with one accord, Shall loudly fpeak thy praife. 1 6 If thou defiredft facrifice, Then flocks and herds fhould die ; But thefe, O Lord, thou doft defpife Thy law to latisfy. 1 7 An humble broken fpirit, Lord, Is what thou doft require ; An heart that trembles at thy word Thou chiefly doft defire. 1 8 Do good, O Lord, in thy good will, To thy Jerufalem : Build up thy church on Zion's hi!!, Where thou haft p-e'd thy Name. 132 PSALM LII. 19 Then fhall they on thine altars lay A righteous facrifice ; Ev'n that which Chrrft their Lord did pay "While faith thereon relies. PSALM LII. OM I G H T Y man of feeble duft, Why boafteft thou fo faft ? The Lord's rich goodnefs, whom I truft, Eternally doth laft. 2 Thy tongue devifeth mifchief ftill, And like a rafor keen, Thou therewith ftriveft men to kill, And dart thy poifon in. 3 Evil thou lov'ft, and hateft good; Thy heart delights in wrong: 4 Devouring words are like fweet food To thy deceitful tongue. 5 Although the goodnefs of the Lord Is ever rich and free ; Yet hath his juftice drawn the fword To be aveng'd on thee. He fhall thee utterly deftroy From off thy dwelling place, 6 The faints, with filial fear and joy, Shall laugh at thy difgrace. 7 This is the wretched man, they'll fay Who made not God his trufl; But made his wealth his ftrength and ftay To gratify his luft. PSALM LIII. IJ3 8 But like an olive fair and green The people-of the Lord, Shall in his holy courts be feen, Who truft his faithful word. 9 Therefore my foul fhall ever praife, And wait upon thy name : *Tis good before thy faints always To fhew thy works of fame. PSALM LIII. [r | ^ H E fool within his heart harth faid, There is no righteous God ; Although in words he is afraid To fpeak his mind abroad. Corrupt are they, and full of guile ; Their lufts are unfubdu'd : Their thoughts, and words, and deeds are vile, Not one of them doth good.] 2 The Lord look'd down from heav'n and view'd And fearch'd this earth around, To fee if any underftodd, Or fought the Lord were found. 3 But ev'ry one is backward gone, All filthy are become : And that doth good there is not one, On all this earthly dome. 4 Can there be knowledge in their head Whofe-aftions are fo odd ? They eat my people up like bread, And never call on God ! M 134 PSAL M LIV. [5 Yet were they (truck with panic fear, For God had (hew'd the bones Of him who had of old drawn near To vex his chofen ones.] Thus were their faces fill'd with fhame, Becaufe that Ifr'el's God With frowning face defpifed them, And terrors fpread abroad. Part II. 6 O that falvation from the Lord For Ifr'ePs tribes were come ! From Zion he (hall fend his word, And bring his captives home. Then Jacob (hall in God rejoice, And Ifr'el (hall be glad : Yea, all with chearful heart and voice His grateful praife (hall fpread. PSALM LIV. SA V E me, O God, by thy great name, "With ftrength me judge, and hear 2 The humble prayer that I frame, And to my words give ear. 3 For ftrangers rife againft my foul ; OpprefTors feek my life : Fearlefs of God, like floods they roll, "With cruelty and ftrife. 4 But God, my helper, helps my friends ; He is my refuge ftill : 5 His vengeance on my foes he fends ; His wrath their fouls (hall kill. PSALM LV. 135 Part IL 6 To God I'll freewill ofPrings bring, And loud his name proclaim, For it is good, O Lord, to fing Due praifes to thy Name. 7 For thou from all mine enemies, O Lord, haft fet me free ; And thou on them haft made mine eyes All my defire to fee. PSALM LV. GIVE ear, O God, unto my voice, "While I complain to thee : 2 Attend unto the mournful noife, "Which grief extorts from me. Becaufe the boafting ener»y, With others me opprefs : They caft on me iniquity, And cruel wrath exprefs. 4 My heart is pain'd within me fore \ Death's terrors on me feize : 5 With fear and trembling loud I roar, Nor flefh nor foul hath cafe. Part IL 6 I faid, O were I like a dove, With ftrong and nimble wings, Moft gladly would I hence remove From all thefe earthly things ! 7 Or, could I not from earth retreat To heav'n for fure redrefs ; Then would I far remove my feat To fome wild wildernefs. 136 PSALM LV, 8 I would efcape, with hafty flight, From ftorms and tempefts here, And live with pleafure day and night, "Where none but God is near. [9 Deftroy, O Lord, their curfed fpleen ; Divide their crafty tongues ; For in the city I have feen Their violence and wrongs. 2 o For, day and night they walk around Upon her (lately walls : Mifchief and forrow there abound, And virtue daily falls. 11 There wickednefs of ev'ry kind, In one aflembly meets : Guile and deceit we never find Departing from her ftreets.] Part III. 12 'Twas not an enemy profeft That hath reproached me ; If fo it would not have diftreft My foul to fuch degree. For had it been one that declar'd 111 will to me before ; Then would I have been on my guard And (hun'd his prefence more. 1 3 But it was thou perfidious friend, My counfeller and guide, Who hath of old mine equal been. By neareft frindfhip ty'd. PSALM LV. 137 1 4 Sweet counfel we together took, And paths of virtue trod ; While we vain company forefook, And chus'd the houfe of God. 15 Sure judgment equal to their crimes The righteous God will give ; And cut them off in wrath betimes, Who thus perfidious live. 16 But as for me III call on God, Who hears my jufc complaint : x 7 At even, and morn, and noon aloud I'll pray, and never faint. Part IV. 18 The Lord my foul hath fav'd in peace, And kept me from furprife : From me he made the battle ceafe, And gave me good allies. 19 God, who hath been my rock of old, Shall flill his fuppliant hear : By him my foes (hall be controul'd^ Who no fad changes fear. 20 Lo !• my deceitful friend combined With my fierce enemies ; Although in ftri&eft friendfhip join^ He broke the folemn ties. 2 1 Smoother than butter were his words^ While war was in his heart t Softer than oil ; yet naked fwords Could no fuch wounds impaiu M * J3» PSA L M LVI. Part V. 2 2 Caft all thy burdens on the Lord, And he (hall them fuftain : The righteous, who believe his word, Shall never hope in vain. 2 3 But down to hell's dark howling den The wicked he'll debafe ; For bloody and deceitful men, Out-live not half their days. But I will truft, O Lord, in thee, Who art my God and guide : All ftiall thy great faivation fee Who in thy truth confide, PSA L M LVI. VTy E merciful to rae, O God, D For man would me devour : They daily ftrive to fpill my blood With ftrong oppreflive pow'r. 2 My foes to fwallow me alive New efforts daily try r Behold what numbers with me ftrive, O thou who dwell'ft on high !] 3 What time I am afraid, O Lord, I'll put my truft in thee: 4 In God 1*11 praife his faithful word ; In God my truft fhall be. 1 will not fear what man can do, Made up of feeble duft : My God (ball all my foes fubdue> In whom I put my truft. PSALM LVI. 1 39 5 Daily my words to ill intent My foes pervert with (kill : knd earth -and hell with one confent Contrive to do me ill. 6 In num'rous tumults, io ! they meet, And hide them in the dark : With watchful eyes they track my feet, And make my foul their matk. 7 Shall they by falfhood ftill efcape Thy fin avenging rod ? Lord, let thy wrath no longer fleep, But call: them down, O God. Part II. [8 Lord, thou my wand'ring fteps haft told* Thou know'ft the ways I've took : My tears, O let thy bottle hold ! Are they not in thy book ? p O Lord, whene'er I cry to thee, My foes turn back and quake t And thus I know thou favour'ft me, Nor wilt my foul forfake.] I o In God, I'll praife his word, and ftill His wond'rous goodnefs (hew. I I I'll truft his word, and do his will, - Nor fear what man can do. 1 2 Thy vows are on me, O my God I I'll render praife to thee : I 3 New life thou haft on me beftow'd J From death my foul fet free. 140 P S A L M LVIL And fince thou haft prolong'd my days, O Lord, on thee HI call, That from thy pure and holy ways My feet may never fall. PSALM LVII. BE merciful to me, O God ! Be merciful to me ! For lo, to thee for fafe abode, With humble truft I flee. Beneath thy fhadow let me hide From this tempeftuous blaft, Till thefe calamities fubfide ; And all thefe ftorms be part. 2 111 raife my voice to God mod high, Who refcues me from harms ; To God Til raife my humble cry, Who all for me performs. 3 Succour from heav'n to me he'll fend, And from reproach me fave : From jaws of death my life defend, And from the gloomy grave. He fliall his mercy and his truth Send forth, and fet me free 4 From that devouring lyon's mouth, That gapes fo wide for me : For I with men like lions dwell, Whofe mouths are fet on fire : They breathe out fury fierce as hell, Such flames from them tranfpirea PSALM LVII. 141 Their teeth are fpears and arrows, Lord, Afid their devouring tongue Is like a (harp two-edged fword, Prepar'd to do me wrong. 5 Be thou exalted, O my God, Above thefe heav'ns of thine ! And o'er this earth's inferior clod, Let thy bright glories (hine. Part II. [6 My foes for me have fpread a net, And fet for me a fnare : But they are fall'n into the pit They did for me prepare.] 7 My heart is fixt, O God ; my heart Is fixt, and I will fing : My ntmoft pow'rs I will exert To praife my God and King. 8 Awake, my glory, and awake My tuneful pow'rs, and rife, For early melody I'll make At the firft: dawning fkies. 9 To thee, O Lord, my God, I'll fing Amidft the joyful throng ; And make the diftant nations ring With my melodious fong. 10 For thy great mercies, Lord, tranfcend The glorious heav'ns on high : Thy truth throughout the clouds extend, And all the ftarry Iky. M* P S A L M LVIIL 1 1 Be thou exalted, O my God, Above thefe heav'ns of thine ! And o'er this earths inferior clod, Let thy bright glories fhine. PSALM LVIIL DO ye indeed fpeak righteoufnefs, And judge by upright laws, Ye magiftrates ? Do ye redrefs And plead the injures caufe ? 2 How right your heart for juftice ftands Your a&ions belt declare : The violence of your right hands Ye weigh out ev'ry where. 3 The wicked from the womb go wrong, And chufe the downward way : Soon as they lifp with infant tongue, Their falfliood they difplay. 4 The afp's rank poifon in them lies ; They flop their eye and ear, As addars dumb and deaf defpife Tbe cbarmer's voice to hear. 5 Break thou their teeth, O righteous God, And flop their growing pow'r : Slay the young lions with thy rod, Ere they thy lambs devour. Part II. 7 As waters when a vent they get, Soon drain the flanding lake ; So let the wicked wafte, and let Their bows and arrows break. PSALM L1X. 143 8 As fnails that perifh in their (lime, So let them melt and run ; Or as falfe births before the time "Which never fee the fun. 9 Before a pot can feel the blaze Of crackling thorns on fire, The Lord fhall from their dwelling-place In wrath make them retire. 10 The righteous fhall rejoice that day For they (hall fee their fhame ; And in their blood their feet (hall lay, Their dogs (hall lick the fame, 1 1 The world (hall then confefs, O Lord, That thou art good and juft : Thou mak'ft proud finners feel thy fword, And raifefl: humble dufh PSALM LIX. FROM all mine enemies, O God, My God, deliver me ! 2 From wicked men and men of blood, In mercy fet me free. For they sgainfl: my foul combine In a proud mighty hod ; But not for any fin of mine, .O Lord my God, thou know'ft. 4 With hafle they hurry here and there, And gather in array : They, unprovok'd, themfelves prepare To make my foul their prey. 144 PSALM LIX. 5 Therefore awake, O Lord of Hofls, O Ifr'el's God, arife ! Vifit thefe cruel heath'nifh coafts, And ftrike them with furprife. Roufe thee and put my foes to fhame ; Their cruel rage fupprefs : And (hew no favour, Lord, to them, "Who wilfully tranfgrefs. [6 At night for mifchief and revenge, Like howling dogs they meet : They through the city hunt and range, And ranfack ev'ry ftreet. 7 Their mouths belch out malignant words, For who, fay they, can hear ? Their tongues are like two-edged fwords, And they are void of fear. 8 But thou, O Lord, fbalt laugh at them, And fcom their infolence: 9 Thy ftrength fhall put them all to fhame, For thou art my defence.] Part II. io The God of mercy guards me dill, From all mine enemies : All my defires he doth fulfil On them before mine eyes. 1 1 Slay them not all at once, O God, Left men forget thy pow'r ; But keep them ftiil beneath thy rod, O thou our fhicld and tow'r. PSALM LX. I4J 12 Vifit their horrid wickednefs, Their blafphemy and lies : Their haughty infolence fupprefs, Who dare thy hand defpife. I 3 Amidft their haughty wrath and pride, Confound their feeble rage ; Convince them thou art Ifr'el's guide, Through ev'ry land and age. [14 At night let them return again, Like dogs with weary feet, The city having rang'd in vain, And hunted ev'ry ftreet. 15 Yea, let them wander up and down For meat from day to day, As hungry lions yell and frown, When cheated of their prey.] 1 6 Lord, in rhe morning I will praife The mercy, pow'r, and grace, Which keep me fafe in all my ways, In ev'ry time and place. 17 To thee, with cheafful heart and tongue' My ftrength and ftay, I'll ling ; My God, my Saviour, great and ftrong, Whence all my comforts fpring. P S A L M LX. OG O D, thou haft caft off thy Hock, And fcatter'd us abroad Becaufe our fins d ; d thee provdke, Ylt turn to us, O God ! 146 PSALM LX. 2 The earth doih tremble at thy ftroke; Its feeble pillars quake : Lord, heal the breaches thou haft broke, For thou haft made it (hake. 3 Hard things thou, haft thy people ftiown, Which hath their courage fpent ; And thou haft made us fwallow down "Wine of aftonifliment. 4 Yet thou a banner haft difplay'd To them that fear thy name : Becaufe of truth thou haft difmay'd, And put their foes to fbame. 5 That thy beloved chofen ftieep May not become a prey, "With thy right hand, great fhepherd, keep Them fafe both night and day. Part IL 6 God in his> holinefs hath faid, Which makes my joys prevail, Shechem, behold, I will divide, And mete out Succoth's vale, 7 Gilead is mine, Manafleh's mine, And Ephraim is my ftrength ; Judab my law-giver divine, Shall conquer all at length. 8 Moab my wafh-pot is, and o'er Edom I'll caft my flioe : Philiftia, triumph thou therefore, At my great conquefls now. PSALM LXI. 147 9 But who to Edom's city ftrong Shall bring our conqu'ring feet ? v 10 Wile thou not, Lord, who haft fo long With-held thy prefence fweet ? Although thou did'ft not with us go Into our late campaign ; 1 1 Yet now in trouble help, for lo ! ,The help of man is vain. 1 2 Through God (hall we do valiantly, And wide our trophies fpread ; For he each beading enemy Beneath our feet (hall tread. PSALM LXI. UN TO my cry, O God, attend*, And bow thine ear to me : 2 Eor, from the world's remote!! end, I fend my pray'r to thee. Now, while I'm overwhelm'd with grief, O lead me to that rock That's high exalted for relief, And which no ftorms can (hock. 3 Thou art my (helter, often tried, Eternal, ftrong, and fure : 4 "Within thine hrjufe will I abide, From ev'ry foe fecure. 5 For thou, O God, haft heard my vows, And haft accepted them* . He me the heritage allows Of thofe that fear his name, 148 PSALM LXII. [6 Thou wilt prolong thy fervant's days, And lengthen out his reign : 7 From age to age his feed (hall praife Thy righteoufhefs divine. Mercy and truth, O Lord, prepare ; Let them preferve me £1111, That I thy goodnefs may declare, And ever do thy will. 8 So will I fing and praife thy name And thy free grace adore ; That as I've yow'd I may the fame Perform for evermore.} PSA L M LXII. TRULY my foul doth wait on God His fov'reign grace I've prov'd : 2 My ftable rock, my fafe abode, iNor fhall I be remov'd. 3 How long will ye devife my fall, And feek my hurt in • vain ? Ye like a tottVing fence (hall all Be overthrown and flain. 4 They only plot to caft him down Whom God hath rais'd on high: • In words they biefs his high renown, But curfe him inwardly. 5 My foul, wait thou on God alone, My truft is in his love : 6 He my falvation is, and none My hope (hall hence remove. PSALM LXIf. 149 Part II. 7 In God is my falvation fure, My glory, ftrength, and rock ; My only refuge and high tow'r, "Whfch none can fcale or {hock. 8 Truft him, ye people, truft his grace 5 His mercies dill endure : Pour out your hearts before his face, For he's a refuge fure. 9 Surely the men of low eftate Are only vanity : And what but falfhood and deceit Are men of high degree ? If in the balance both you lay, It plainly will appear, That lighter far than vanity They altogether are. 10 In cruel robb'ry grow not vain, Nor in oppreftion truft, For if you thus increafe your gain 'Twill turn to fordid duft. 1 1 Once God hath fpcke ; yea, twice I've heard His voice from his abode : (Let all the world his word regard) All pow'r belongs to God. 12 Yea, mercy, Lord, is alfo thine, Thy throne thou haft: prepar'd, And wilt at laft make juftice fcine In ev'ry man's reward. N 3 150 P S A L M LXIIL PSALM LX1H. O^GOD, thou art my God, and I Will early feek thy face: With panting heart to thee I cry, From this wild defart place. For in a parching wildernefs, Where water there is none, My fle(h and heart, in deep diilrefs, Longs for the Lord alone. 2 To fee thy glory and thy pow'i* Within thy temple (hine, As I have feen them heretofore With luflre all divine. 3 Becaufe thy loving kindnefs, Lord, Doth life itfelf excel, I'll celebrate thy faithful word, And loud thy wonders tell. 4 Yea, I will lift my hands to pray, And blefs thy holy name. Proclaim thy praife from day to day, And (hew thy deeds of fame. 5 Then (hall my foul be fatisfitd More than with coftly mear, When in thy worfhip I'm employ 'd Thy praifes to repeal. Part II. [6 When in the watches of the night, I reft my weary head, The thoughts of God give frefti delight, And pleafure to my bed- PSALM LX1V. 151 7 Becaiffe thou haft my helper been, The fliadow of thy wings, Shall be the place to hide me in Frcm all pernicious things.} 8 Lord, thy right hand upholds me Hill, Therefore I'll follow thee ; 9 But thofe who feek my blood to fpill In duft (hall filent be. 10 The foxes portion they (hall be, AVhen humbled by thy fword ; 1 1 The king with joy their fall ihall fee, And glory in the Lord. Yea, all who truly fear the Lord, And fwear by his great name, Shall glory in his faithful word, And liars put to fhame. PSALM LXIV. HEAR me, O God, and to my pray'r Thy gracious ear incline : Preferve my foul from fudden fear, And ev'ry ill defign. 2 Hide me from ev'ry fecret plot Of cruel wicked men : By infurre6Uon let them not Their curfed ends obtain. 3 For, lo ! they whet their tongues like fwords* And bend their murd'rous bow ; Their arrows are malignant words, The iuft to overthrow* 152 PSALM XLV. 4 Yea, they in fecret take their aim, To (hoot their hellifh darts ; And without fear they flioot at them* Who are of upright hearts. 5 To carry on their curs'd defigns, They mutually agree ; Confult of laying fecret gins, For who, fay they, can fee ? 6 With utmoft diligence and care, New projects (till they try ; And all their thoughts are to enfnare The righteous fecretly. 7 But God his bow (hall quickly bend, His wrath their fouls (hall wound : His arrows through their hearts he'll fend, And all their plots confound. 8 The (landers which they throw'd at me Upon themfelves (hall fall ; Expofe their crimes till they (hall be Abhor'd and (hun'd by all. 9 All men (hall then behold with fear Heav'n's juft avenging rod; Confider wifely, and declare The righteous acls of God. io But all the righreous (hall be glad, Who truft in his fure word : 'The upright (hall lift up the head, And glory in the Lord. PSALM LXV. PRAISE waits for the* in Zion, Lord, There paid our vows (hall be : 2 Becaufe thou doft thine ear afford, • •' ~ ~ ~ ** PSALM LXV. 153 3 Though our iniquities prevail, Our fins our fouls difmay ; We truft thy grace, that cannot fail, To purge them all away. 4 Blefs'd is the man whom thou doft chufe, And mak'ft: approach to thee; That he may dwell within thine houfe Thy gracious face to fee. We (hall be fully fatisfied, With goodnefs all divine : We (hall within thy courts abide, And in thy temple fhine. Part IL 5 By dreadful things in righteoufnefs Will God perform his word ; For our falvation, in diftrefs Is only of the Lord. Me is the confidence of all The earth's remoteft ends, Who truft in him ; whene'er they call, He timely fuccour fends. 6 He fets the tott'ring mountains faft, And being girt with pow'r ; 7 He calms the loud tempeftuous blaft, When mighty billows roar. And when the people wild as waves, In furious tumults rife ; His chofen he in mercy faves, And flops the clam'rous noife. 154 PSALM XLV. 8 The barb'rous nations from afar, Who have not known thy fear, Afrighted at thy tokens are When figns in heav'n appear. While night and day their changing rounds In conftant courfes keep, The myft'ry ev'ry mind confounds, Thy wifdom is fo deep, Part III. 9 Thou vifiteft the earth, O Lord, With bleffings from on high :. That ic may precious fruits afford Thcu water'ft it when dry. Greatly thou doft enrich its foil With water from the fides ; Giv'ft corn to crown the plowman's toil, Which, all mankind fupplies. io The furrow'd ridges drink cheir fill Of thine enriching fhow'rs : On fpringing corn a bleffing flill Thy lib'ral bounty pours. 1 1 Thy goodnefs crowns the rolling year, Where'er thy paths we trace ; They fatnefs drop down ev'ry where, In every time and place. 12 Thy bleffings on the paftures drop, And on the fruitful field : The vallies bear a plenteous crop, Which joy and gladnefs yield. PSALM LXVI. 155 1 3 Thou doft with fheep the paftures clothe And larger beads which graze: With corn in vallies, all which doth Aloud proclaim thy praife. PSALM LXVI. MAKE to the Lord a joyful noife, Ye lands of ev'ry tongue : 2 Exalt his honours with your voice, And make his praife your fong. 3 Say to the Lord, how great art thou In all thy works and ways ! Thy pow'r fhall all thy foes fubdue, Who dare rejeft thy grace. 4 Yea, all the earth fhall worfhip thee, And loud thy praife proclaim : They fhall extol thy Majefty, And magnify thy name. Part II. '5 Gome .and behold the works of God, How terrible his deeds ! is works which he to men hath (hew'd, All human thought exceeds. 6 He made the fea dry land become, Whereon our fathers trode ; And through that path he led them home To their defir'd abode. By his eternal pow'r he rules : His eyes the lands furvey : Mo more let vain prefurrtptuons fools Refift bis !ov ? reign fway. 156 PSALM LXVI. Part III. 8 O, all ye people, blefs the Lord, And let his praife be heard : 9 Our lives depend upon his word, And he's our conftant guard. 10 Lord, thou haft us as filver tried, As fire refines the ore : 1 1 So mad'ft thou us thy ftrokes abide ; Our loins thy rod have bore. 12 Thou mad'ft our foes ride o'er our head ; Yea, though thou mad'ft us pafs Through fire and water, thou didft lead Us to a wealthy place. Part IV. 13 Now will 1 go into thine houfe, And on thine altar lay My beft burnt-offYing ; and my vows To thee devoutly pay. 14 The vows which I in'trouble made, And which my "lips have fpoke, To thee, O Lord, (hall now be paid None of them fhall be broke. 1 5 The choiceft facrifices, Lord, Will I prefent to thee ; And magnify thy faithful word Which thou haft kept for me. Part V. 1 6 Come, hear, all ye who fear the LovJ, For I'll declare to you, ilow he my finking foul reftor'd, And did my fears fubdue. PSALM LXVII. 157 17 I cry'd to bim when deep deftrefs'd, Extol'd him with my voice ; He heard me and my wrongs redrefs'd, And made my heart rejoice. 18 But did I fecret fin regard, To hide it in my heart, The Lord would not my pray'r have heard, Nor once have took my part. 19 But verily the Lord my God Hath heard my humble voice ; And hath removed my heavy load, And made my heart rejoice. 20 Thy Name, O God, be ever blefs'd, Thy grace is ever free : Thou haft not (hun'd my poor requeft, Nor turn'd thy love from me. PSALM LXVII. IN tender mercy, Lord, incline To blefs thy chofen race And caufe thy face on us to fhine "With beams of heav'nly grace. 2 That thy mofl bright and glorious way May here on earth appear, jThy faving health, O Lord, difplay To nations far and near. I3 Let Adam's numerous tribes combine To raife thine honours high ; jAnd let the whole creation join Thy name to magnify. O 158 PSALM LXVII. 4 Let ev'ry land and nation fing, And (hout aloud for joy, Becaufe the Lord himfelf is King, Who judgeth righteoufly. 5 Let all the people gladly praife Our Saviour and our God : Yea, chearfully truft in his grace, And tremble at his rod. [6 Then (hall th' obedient fruitful field Produce a large increafe : The earth (hall rich provifion yield, For God our land (hall blefs. 7 Yea, God our fouls (hall alfo blefs, And nations far and near Shall fee and own his righteoufnefs, And all his name (hall fear.] PSALM LXVII. Second Verfion. IN mercy, Lord, incline To blefs thy chofen race : And caufe thy face on us to (hin* With beams of heav'nly grace. 2 That thy mod glorious way May thro' the world appear, Thy faving health, O Lord, difplay To nations far and near. 3 Let Adam's tribes combine To raife thine honours high. And let the whole creation join Thy name to magnify. PSALM LXVIIL 159 4 Let all the people fing, And fhout aloud for joy ; Becaufe the Lord himfelf is King, Who judgeth righteoufly. 5 Let" all the people praife Our Saviour and our God : Ye people all, truft in his grace And tremble at his rod. f6 Then (hall the fruitful field Produce a large increafe ; The earth fhall rich provifions yield For God our land (hall blefs. 7 Yea, God our fouls fhall blefs, And nations far and near Shall fee, and own his righteoufnefs, And all his name fhall fear. PSALM LXVIIL LE T God arife, and let his foes Be fcatter'd at his fight : His haters all, who dare oppofe, Before him take their flight. 2 As fmoke diflblving in the air, Or wax before the fire ; So let the wicked, in defpair, Before the Lord expire, 3 But, Lord, let all thy chofen race Exult with chearful voice : Yea, let them all, before thy face, Exceedingly rejoice. O 2 x6o PSALM LXVIII. Part If. 4 Sing praife to God ; extol his name, "Who on the heav'ns doth ride, By his name J A H, in dazling flame ; In him with joy confide, 5 The father of the fatherlefs, The widow's judge is God : He judgeth all in righteoufnefs, From his divine abode. 6 The folitary exiles he In families doth fet : He fets the humble pris'ners free, And breaks th' entangling jiet. But his rebellious foes (hall dwell In defarts hot and dry ; Sure prefage of that future hell, Where they are doom'd to lie. Part III. 7 O God, when through the wildernefs Thoe led'A thy people's way, Thou did'ft thy mighty pow'r and grace Moft glorioufly difplay. 8 The earth before thee felt a (hock, The clouds diflblv'd in tears : Lo, Sinai (hakes, that liable rod "When ifr'el's God appears ! 9 Yea, Lord, thou fentft a plenteous rain Upon thy land when dry ; And mad'ft it bring forth (lore of grain Thy people to fupply. PSALM LXVIII. 161 10 And when thy congregation felt The lack of daily bread, While in the wildernefs they dwelt, Thy hand them richly fed. Part IV. 1 1 When God his gracious word fent forth To make his chofen glad, Numbers from eaft, fouth, weft, and north The joyful tidings fpread. 1 2 Great kings of armies fled apace, And met a fatal foil ; While fhe that (laid at home with eafe And pleafure fhar'd the fpoil. i 3 Though ye among the pots have lien, Like doves fhall ye appear, With filver wings and gold divine, From drofs and mixture clear. 14 When God the potent kings expell'd From Canaan at his will, The whitenefs of his robes excelPd The fnow of Salmon's hill. 15 The hill of God, his chofen feat, On Zion's mount is found ; Not Bafban hill can boaft fuch flate, Nor all the hills around. 1 6 Ye lofty hills, why leap ye fo ? This is the hill of God : Here he hath chofe to dwell, and lo ! Here is his fixt abode. O 3 1 62 PSALM LXVIII. i 7 Thoufands of chariots round him ftand, And angels at his will, Swift to perform his dread command, As once on Sinai's hill. Part V. i 8 When Chrift afcended up on high, With all his glorious train, He captive led captivity, And gifts receiv'd for men. Yea, ev'n for the rebellious race, God's anger to expel, That they might yet obtain his grace, And he with them mightr dwell. v ip Bled be the Lord our righteoufnefs^ Who faves us from our foes : His benefits are numberlefs Which he on us beftows. 20 He is our God: 'tis he alone Who doth falvation bring ; In him, who fits on heavn's high throne, Is life's eternal fpring. 2 i But vengeance waits to feize his foes, And juftice armed (lands, To wound the hairy fcalp of thofe, Who flight his mild commands. [22 Thus faith the Lord, as once I broke Proud BaPnan's haughiy king, So will I break my people's yoke, And them from bondage bring. PSALM LXVIU. 163 23 From feas of grief and wide campaigns Befmear'd with purple gore Of vanquifa'd foes ; their feet thofe plains And dogs (hall trample o'er. J Part VL 24 "When thou did'ft march, O Lord our God, Before the people's face ; Thy goings forth were feen abroad, With moll majefHc grace. 25 Sweet finging voices led the van And inftruments the rear : While tuneful virgins in a train With timbrels charm'd each ear. 26 This was the burden of their fong, Blefs ye the Lord alone, O Ifr'el's tribes, who gladly throng To bow before his throne. 27 Not only little Benjamin, With Judah's princely tribe, Did thus in bands of union join And praife to God afcribe. But Zebulon, at diftance great, And Naphtali's wide coaft, The grand proceifion to complete, Came with a num'rous hoft. 28 Thus God to ftrength and union brought Our tribes that jarr'd before : Strengthen, O Lord, what thou haft wrought ) Confirm thy love and pow'r. 1 64 P S A L M LXVnL Part VII. 29 O Lord, to blefs thy church defcend, Where ftands thine earthly throne : With gifts let foreign kings attend, And thee their fov'reign own. 30 Rebuke, O Lord, the fpearmens boafts, "Who fwarm like roaring bulls : Make them to know the Lord of Hods Alone in Zion rules. Difpeife them, Lord, till they fubmit, Who take delight in war ; Till they lie proftrate at thy feet, And prefents bring from far, 3 1 Princes from Egypt (hall draw near, And Ethiopia's coafts Shall foon flxetch out their hands with fear To thee, O Lord of Hoits. Part VIII. 32 O all ye nations of the earth, Give praifes to the Lord ! Exalt his name who gave you birth, By his almighty word. 33 Praife him who rides on heav'n raoft high, Which he of old hath made ; From whence he thunders from the fky, And makes the earth afraid. 34 Afcribe ye flrength to God alone, Ifr'i.l's almighty King, His pow'r he from the clouds makes known, When dreadful thunders ring. PSALM LXOC. 1 6$ 35 Flow terrible art thou, O Lord, Out of thy holy place 1 Yet ftrength he doth his church afford f Blefs'd be the God of grace. PSALM LXIX. SAVE me, O God, for lo, a flood Is come into my foul. 2 My feet flick deep in finking mud, While waters o'er me roll. 3 My throat with bitter cries is dry, Mine eyes with weeping fail ; Becaufe to thee fo long I cry And cannot yet prevail. 4 My foes that hate me without caufe, In number far exceed The hairs that grow, by nature's laws, On my affli&ed head. Not only num-'rous, Lord, are they, But fuch as bear the fword, And what I never took away I painfully reftor'd. [Thus in the great MeffiaVs name, The royal Pfezlmift fung ; While heaven infpifd with f acred flame The language of his tongue .] Part II. [5 Thou know'fl: my foolilhnefs, O Lord, My fins are known to thee : 6 Let none who wait and truft thy word, Shame or confufion fee.] 1 66 PSALM LXIX. O Lord of Hods ! O Ifr'el's God, Let none who feek thy face Be left beneath th' oppreffor's rod, Or e'er fuftain difgrace. [7 Becaufe for thee reproach I've born, And fufFer'd pain and fhame ; 8 My brethren treated me with fcorn ; An alien I became. 9 Zeal for thine houfe hath eat me up, And fcandals thrown at thee Became the portion of my cup ; They center'd all on me. 10 With fafting and with briney tears, My foul I chaften'd fore, At which they alfo cafl> their fneers, And mock'd me ftill the more. 1 1 When fackcloth alfo was my drefs, A proverb I became : 12 Yea, rulers in my deep diftrefs With taunts revil'd my name. Yea, I became the drunkard's fong ; 1 3 But yet, O Lord, for me, The cry of my afflicted tongue Accepted was by thee.] Part III. Amidft thy num'rous mercies, Lord, Bow down thine ear to me : The great falvation in thy word, In truth now let me fee. PSALM LXIX. 167 1 4 O fave me from the finking mire, Nor let my foul be drown'd ! Nor let my ftedfaft hopes expire, Amidft thefe floods profound. 15 Let not the waters overflow To fink me in the deep ; But from the dreadful pit below, My foul in fafety keep, 1 6 Thy loving kindnefs, Lord, is good \ O therefore hear my pray'r ! For lo, thy mercies, O my God, For ever boundlefs are. Part IV. 1 7 O Lord, from me hide not thy face, For I in trouble am : 1 8 Redeem my foul, and from difgrace Retrieve my injur'd name. 1 9 All my reproach is known to thee, My forrows and my pain : Mine adverfaries laugh at me, And treat me with difdain. 20 Reproach hath broke my tender heart, And I am drown'd in grief: I look'd for fome to take my part, But none gave me relief. 2 1 In cruelty they ftill perfifi, When I in anguifo call ; They mock my agonizing thirft With vinegar and gall. 1 68 . PSALM LXIX. [Thus David perfectly foretold The fuff Wings of his Lord ; And latter ages now behold, How Chrijl fulfilled his word.'] Part V. [Again/l Chrijl' s foes now David cries Who fill perfifl in fin, And from the light have closed their eyes Left it fhould enter in.*] 2 2 Their table let become a fnare, Their food their poifon make : 2 3 Dark be their eyes, and let defpair Their loins for ever (hake. 24 Pour out thine indignation, Lord, Upon their curfed race : 25 Depopulate them by thy fword ; Lay wafte their dwelling place, 26 Becaufe they wilfully refufe Thy great falvation free ; And evYy humble foul abufe, Who put their trufl: in thee. 2 7 Let all their fins upon them lie, Nor let them tafte thy grace ; Zi But from thy book of life on high, Their curfed names efface. [Tet for his cruel ?nurd'rous crew, The dear Redeemer prays ; u Becaufe they know not what they do, €i Father, forgive," he fays.'] PSALM LXX. 169 Part VL 29 Lord, I am poor, and filPd with grief, Bring thy falvation nigh : O give my finking foul relief, And raife me up on high ! 30 Then will I loudly fing thy praife, In a melodious fong : Yea, I will magnify thy grace, With chearful heart and tongue. 31 And this (hall better pleafe ray Lord, Than coftly facrifice : 32 The humble fouls who trufl thy word, Shall fee it and rejoice 33 God hears the poor, nor dorh his grace The pris'ner's groans defpife : 34 Let heav'n aloud proclaim his praife, And all below the fkies. 35 For God will furely Zion fave, And Judah's cities buiid ; That they may long pofleffion have, The Lord (hall Ifr'd (hield. 36 His fervants feed fhall long enjoy A calm fuccefsful peace, "Who love his name : none (hall annoy, Or drive them from their place. P S A L M LXX. IN hafte, O God, deliver me ! Send fpeedy help I pray : 2 And let them all confounded be, Who fetk my foul to flay. P 17® PSALM LXXL Let them be driven back with fhame "Who on me hurt would draw ; 3 For falfe reproach reward thou them, Who fay, Aha, aha ! 4 But let the humble, meek, and juft In thee, O Lord, rejoice ; * And all who in thy mercy truft, Praife thee with thankful voice. 5 But I am poor and needy, Lord, O hafte to me I pray ! Thou art my help, I truft thy word, O Lord, make no delay ! PSALM LXXI. JN thee, O Lord, I put my truft, Preferve me, Lord, from fhame : 2 Hear me and fave me from each lull, Through my Redeemer s name. 3 Be thou my habitation ftrong, . Where I may ftill refort : By thee I'm fav'd from ev'ry wrong ; Thou art my rock and fort. 4 Deliver me from wicked men, The cruel and th' unjuft ; 5 For from my youth, Lord, thou haft been My only hope and truft. 6 By thee have I been holden up, %£vtn from my mother's womb : Thou rooi 'ft me thence, and imdft me hope For bleffings long to come. PSALM LXXI. 1 71 Therefore thy praife continually Shall be my future theme. 7 A wonder of thy grace am I ; My refuge is thy name. 8 Then let my mouth be filTd with praife Thine honours so difplay ; That I thy won JYous works and ways May thew forth all the day. Part II. 9 Lord, thou hafl: kept me from my youth, For fake me not when old ; But let thy righcecufnefs and truth, My fainting age uphold. I o O what a boaft my foes would make If I were made their prey ; For dill they watch and counfel take, How 'they my foul may flay. , I I His God, fay they, hath him forfook, Whom he rely'd upon. Purfue and take him now, for look, To help him there is none. 12 But, O my God, (land not afar, When troubles are fo near : 13 Thofe who mine adverfiries are. Confound, O Lord, with fear. Let them be filled with difgrace, Who would my foul deftroy ; 14 Then will I loudly fing thy praife With longs of endlets joy. P 2 i;2 PSALM LXXL 1 5 My mouth (hall (hew thy righteoufnefs And thy falvation fing ; For I thy mercy will confefs Is an exhauftlefs (pring. Part III. i 6 Lord, in thy ftrength will I reprefe All that againft me join ; And in thy perfect righteoufnefs, Trufting in none but thine. ij For thou hafl: taught me from my youth^ To fear thy holy name ; And hitherto I've made thy truth, And wond'rous works my theme. i 8 And now, O Lord, when I'm grown old, And hoary hair appears; Forfake me not, but ftill uphold My lafl: declining years. Till I thy ftrength and pow'r (hall (how To all now on the ftage, xAnd leave my teftimony too To ev'ry rifing age. 19 Thy righteoufnefs is deep and high, Thy wond'rous works unknown : What powV, O Lord, can vie with thee? For thou art God alone. Part IV. 20 Though dreadful troubles (harp and long, The Lord to me hath (hew'd ; Yet by his hand, divinely ftrong, Ev'n death (hall be fubdu'd. PSALM LXXH. 173 2 1 Yea, thou my greatnefs (hall increafe, And comforts on me fhed ; 2 2 And I thy truth and faithfulnefs With all my might mail fpread. To praife thee, O my God and King, I'll fummon all my.pow'rs ! Of Ifi'el's holy One 111 fing, Who ha;h a God like ours ? 23 In raptures fweet my lips (hall tell The vicTries thou had won : Redeemed my foul from death and hell, By fov'rdgn grace alone. 24 My tongue (hall all the day proclaim Thy righteous works and ways ; For thou haft brought my foes to (Lame, And fiil'd my mouth with praife. PSALM LXXII. Long Metre, A prayer for Solomon, a type of Christ. GI V E to the King thy judgments, Lord ; And to his Son thy righteoufnefs ; 2 Then uprightly he, with the (word Of juftice, (hall thy poor rcdrefs. 3 The mountains and the hills mall then Bring forth thy people iar^e increafe ; Nor more become the robber's den, But peace bring forth by righteoufnefs, 4 He uprightly (hall judge thy poor, Thy needy children he (hall fave; Nor let opprefTors them devour, But break their jaws and free the Have, -Li 174 PSALM LXXIL 5 Thee fhall they fear from age to age, Long as the fun and moon (hall laft: : 6 As gentle rain fhall he aflwage The parching heat and with'ring blafL 7 The righteous in his day fhall thrive, And fiourifh in abundant peace : Their hearts with joy fhall he revive Till moons to wax and wane ihall ceafe. 8 Wide (hall his vaft dominion fpread ; From fea to fea his pow'r extend, Ev'n from Euphrata's antient head Unto the world's remoteft end. [Thus Solomon became the type Of Chrift the univerfal King, Who from his throne all ft aim fhall wipe, And ever laft ing peace fhall bring. Part H. 9 The dwellers in the wildernefs Shall bow their necks to Chrift's command ; And all his foes with fbame conftfs The pow'r and jufiice of his hand. jo The kings of Taifhifii and the ifle«, To him (hall cofily ofPiings bring. Sheba and Stba fhall with fmiles Draw near with gifts and own him King, II Y?a, all the kings both far and near Befoie him fhall fubmifive (land ; And nation? all, through love or fear, Shall bcw their heads to his command; PSALM LXXII. 175 12 For al! the needy he (hall fave, Who lift to him their humble cry : " 1 3 The foul of evYy captive flave Shall he retrieve and rai-fe on high. 14 From fons of violence and lies Shall he his chofen feed redeem : Their fouls are precious in his eyes ; Their blood is alfo dear to him. 1 5 He (hall furvive to endlefs days ; Gold (hall from far to him be fent : And prayV for him and endlefs praife, Shall ev'ry lan-d on earth prefent, Part III. 16 Of corn an handful (hall be fown Upon the barren mountain's top; Yet (hall it grow like Lebanon, And yield a large and weighty crop. The cities too (hall then be feen Fair flourilhing in wealth and peace t And like the grafs, in lovely green,. Shall they abundantly tncreafe. 1 7 The Saviour's name fnall dill endure/ And as the fun his infl'ence flied On evVy land ; which fliall procure Their endlefs bleffings on his head. t 8 They (hall wit.h one accord proclaim, For ever bleffed be the Lord The God of ffr'el ; let his name, Who wonders doth be dill ador\L i 7 6 PSALM LXXIIL 19 Yea, bleflfed be his glorious name, Who brings falvation down to men : Let ev'ry age his praife proclaim, And heav'n snd earth repeat, Amen. PSALM LXXIII. TRULY the Lord our God is good To Ifr'el's chofen race : 2 Though once in a defponding mood I doubted of his grace. 3 For I was enviou3 when I faw The foolifh waxing proud ; And wicked men, who brake his law, Grow rich, and boaftisg loud, 4 They feem to feel no pangs in death ; Their ftrength they long retain : 5 No ling'ring ficknefs waftes their breath Nor feel they others pain. 6 So Uke a chain with pride they're held ; Rapme is their attire : 7 Their eyes ftend out with fatnefs fwell'd, Beyond their own defire. 8 With heart corrupt they proudly fpeak, And of oppreffic n bo;i(r, With lofty eves again ft the meek, O righteous God, ihoa know*!} ! 9 Againft 'he heav'ns their mouths they fet And far their words extend : 10 Yea, crouds, becaufe their wealth is great; Their f ci vile yoke attend. PSALM LXX1II. 177 1 1 Can the Mod High know this, they fay ? Can God our actions know ? 12 Behold th' ungodly ! thefe* are they, Who profper here below* 14 Then faid I furely I my heart, And hands havecleans'd in vain ; 1 4 For all day long with plagues I fmart. Each morn renews my pain. 15 But Should I thus defpondant fpeak, Who would my heart relieve ? The generation of the meek, I only thus (bould grieve. i 6 Again I fought how I might eafe Thefe troubles of my mind ; But found, O Lord, thy dark decrees Too deep for reafon blind : 17 Until I went to thine abode. Then did I plainly fee 1 8 What flipp'ry paths thefe mortals trod. On brink of mifery. 19 How are they in a moment brought To delolation low ! And every high afpiring thought Sunk in immortal woe * 20 Juft as a dream when one awakes, And doth from fleep arife ; So ihall the Lord arife and vex, All fuch his enemies. i;8 PSALM LXXIV. 2 i Thus was I grieved in my heart, And pricked in my reins : 2 2 My foolifhnefs enhanced my fmart, Juft like a bead in chains. 23 But thou art ever with me, Lord ; Thou holdeft my right hand : 24 And thou (halt guide me by thy word, Till I in glory (land. Part II. 25 Whom have I, Lord, in heav'n but thee ? On earth I none defire, But that thou ihouidrr my portion be When life and time expire ? 26 My flefh and heart do faint and fail And life will foon depart ; But. Lord, when death fhall me aflail, Mine all in all thou art. 27 They that are far eftrang'd from thee Shall perii"h from the way : Nor' fhall they thy falvation fee, Who turn th^ir feet aftray. 28 But as for me 'tis good, O Lord, Still to keep near thy throne. For I have trufted in thy word, Thy wonders to make known. PSALM LXXIV. HO W long, O Lord, our ftable rock, Wilt thou at diftance keep ? For ever mud thine anger fmoke Againft thy chofen fheep ? PSALM LXX1V. 179 2 Think on dine antient church, O God, So dearly bought by thee ; Which once upon mount Zion flood From fears and troubles free. 3 But now her< ruin loudly calls; Lord, march to help in hafte ! For, lo ! thine enemies her walls Have laid entirely wafte. 4 Where once thy people pray'd and fang, Now rebels rudely roar. 5 And o'er her gates their enfign hang, For trophies of their pow'r. 6 The carved work which once employ'd Great artirts*" of renown, Is now by rebel hands deftroy'd, And by their arms broke down. 7 Yea, they have fir'd the houfe of God, Thy people to confound : And they the place of thine abode Have levelPd with the ground. 8 They threaten alfo all to flay That call upon thy name. And all our fynagogues have they Burnt with devouring flame. 9 And yet, to mitigate onr grief, No prophet calms our woes ; And when the Lord will grant relief, Not one amongft us knows. i So PSALM LXXIV. Part II. [io But, O moft gracious God, how long Shall thus our foes blafpheme ? Shall we be made their endlefs fong, - "While they reproach thy name ? 1 1 Wilt thou refufe to lend thine ear, And flill withhold thine hand ? Arife, O Lord, for us appear, And fave thy chofen land !] 12 O God our King, what works of old Haft thou on earth difplay'd ! How didft thou thy great pow'r unfold "When our fore-fathers pray'd ! I 3 How didft thou cleave the mighty deep And lead thy people through ; Pil'd up the waters in a heap, "Which Pharaoh's army flew ! 14 Yea, how the monftrous tyrant's head Thou didft in pieces break ; And for our tribes, which thou hadft led, His fpoils a prey didft make. 15 Yea, thon didft cleave the flinty rock, And gave thy people drink : Jordan was parted by thy ftroke, While Ifr'el crofs'd her brink. Part III. [16 The day and night, O Lord, are thine; Thou doft their couries guide; And/ by an ordinance divine, Didft lights for them provide. PSALM LXXIV. 181 i 7 Thy hand did form the earth of old, And fixt its utmofl: bounds, With fummer's heat and winter's cold, In their perpetual rounds.] 1 8 O Lord, remember how the foe Hath long reproach'd thy name ; And foolifh men, both high and low, Still daringly blafpheme. 19 Deliver not thy turtle dove To perfecuting bands : But fet thy fufTring church above Their bafe malignant hands. 20 Lord, bear thy covenant in mind, And make thy promife good : For earth's dark corners, lo, we find Are cruel dens of blood. 21 O let th' oppreft return no more With infamy and fname ! But help thy helplefs humble poor, That they may praife thy name. 2 2 Arife, OjGod! plead thine own canfe ; Thy boa fling foes confound : For fooiifti men, who break (hy laws ; With biafphemies abound. 23 Forget not thefe thine enemies, Whofe boaftings never ceafe ; For if uncurb'd they'll daily rife, And more and more increafe. a 1 82 PSALM LXXV. P S A L M LXXV. TO God raoft holy and moft high, Let us with thanks repair; For that his pow'rful name is nigh, His wond'rous works declare. 2 Lord, when to rule thou raifeft me, I'll judge the righteous caufe ; 3 And from diforders foon fee free The land, by wholefome laws. 4 I to the foolifh cry'd aloud, Deal not fo foolifhly : And to the wicked, bold and proud, Lift not your horns fo high. 5 Your haughty necks why ftretch ye fo I And words of pride advance ? 6 The winds. do not promotion blow, Nor honours come by chance. 7 But God the Judge, from his high throne, To whom all hearts are known, With his right hand exalteth one, And carts another down. 8 The Lord's right hand holds out a cup Of red wrath mix'd with wine ; The wicked they muft drink it up, And vengeance ft el divine. The wine is mixt with various plagues, Whereof his faints may tafte •, But, lo ! his foes (hall drink the dregs, And wring them out in hade. P S A L M LXXVI. ? i$3 9 But I the praifes of the Lord For ever will declare, Ev'n Jacob's God : his faithful word I'll publifh ev'ry where. And in his ftrength I alfo will The horn of pride fupprefs. But I'll advance the righteous ftill, And all their wrongs redrefs. PSALM LXXVL IN Judah is Jehovah known ; His name in Ifr'e} great: 2 In Salem ftands his choien throne, And Zion is his feat. 3 "When mighty armies did furround The city of the Lord ; Soon did his word their hofts confound ; They fell before his (word. [4 What are the mighty hills of prey, Where robbers make their cells ? This hill more glorious is than they, Whereon Jehovah dwells.] 5 How foon the warriors loft their breath ? Soon broken were their bands ! The flouted of them flept in death, And never found their hands. 6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God, Chariots and horfe were caft Beneath our feet : on them we trod ; Their riders flept their laft. 0.2 1 84 PSALM LXXVIL Part II. 7 The Lord is only to be fear'd ; bow to his command ; For if his hand in wrath be rear'd, Who can before him ftand ! 8 The heav'ns thy judgments did report $ The earth flood (till and fear'd t 9 "While in thy high and holy court Thy humble faints were clear'd. io Thou from the wrath of man, O Lord ; Shalt furely praife regain ; And the remainder, by thy word, Thou furely (halt reftrain. 1 1 Vow to the Lord, and pay your vows, Ye that are round him ; bring Your ofFVings to his holy houfe, And fear your heav'nly King. 12 Before the Lord let princes fall, Who boaft of lofty birth ; For God is terrible to all The haughty kings on earth. PSALM LXXVIL TO God I cry'd, and to my voice He bow'd his gracious ear, 2 When troubles rofe, with dreadful noife, 1 fought his face with fear. For in the night my ulcers ran, And ceafelefs was my grief: My foul did comforters difdain, Hopelefs of all relief. PSALM LXXVII. 185 3 Then I with fear remember'd God, "Who thus had brought me low : My foul complain'd beneath his rod, O'erwhelm'd with dreadful woe. 4 For God from me had fleep withdrawn, By terrors in the night ; And when I faw the morning dawn, It gave me no delight. 5 When I confider'd antient days, And years of former times : 6 My nightly fongs of joy and praife, Nov/ turn'd to grief by crimes ! When I commune with my own heart, My ftaie I thus deplore, 7 Will God eternally depart, And favour fhew no more ? 8 What ! is his mercy wholly gone ? And doth his promife fail ? Will he no more regard my moan, But let defpair prevail ? 9 Can my mod gracious God forbear To look with pitying eye ? Hath anger fhut his tender ear For ever from my cry ? 1 But this I faid in deep diftrefs ; 'Twas my infirmity : I'll call to mind the righteoufnefs, And pow'r of the Mod High. CL3 1 86 PSALM LXXVII. Part II. X I I'll call to mind thy works, O Lord ; Thy wond'rous works of old, 12 Whereby thou haft fulfill^ thy word ; Thy truths I'll here unfold. I 3 Within thy church, thy bleft abode, Thy ways are all made known : Where is fo great, fo good a God ? Lord, thou art God alone ! 14 Thou art the God of ftrength and might • Thy juftice thou haft clear'd Before all people: thou of right Art only to be fear'd. 15 Thou haft redeemed thy chofen fe$d By thine almighty hand : Jacob and Jofeph thou didft lead Safe to the promis'd land. Part III. 1 6 The waters faw thy pow'r, O God ; They faw and did obey ; Struck with the terror of thy rod, They gave thy people way. 17 The clouds pour'd out their wat'ry ftore, The Ikies fent forth a found : Thine arrows fcatter'd like a fhow'r Spread death and terror round. 1 8 The Lord from heav'n in thunder fpoke V His lightnings glar'd abroad : The earth with dreadful horror (hook Before the mighty Cod. PSALM LXXVIII. 187 19 Thy way, O God, is in the fea ; Thy pach in mighty deeps : O who can trace thy unknown way ? Or find thy tracklefs fteps ? 20 By Mofes and by Aaron's hand, Thou led'fl thy chofen flock ; And brought!! them to the promis'd land, From Egypt's cruel yoke. P S A L M LXXVIII. OISR'EL, hearken to my law, And to my words give ear : 2 While antient parables I draw, And fayings dark make clear. 3 Things which we've heard, and known and And which our fathers told : [read 4 Them we before our fons will fpread, And faithfully unfold : That generations yet unborn May learn to fear the Lord ; And in his ftrength lift up the horn, While they his deeds record. 5 This precept God in Ifr'el fixt, Which Jacob's fons well knew, That ev'ry age fhould to the next His works of wonder (how. 6 That it from age to age might run, And children's children tell 5 What wond'rous things the Lord hath doi^e ; And iearn his precepts welL i S3 PSALM LXXVIII. 7 That they may fet their hope in God, And not his works forget ; But keep his laws, revere his rod, And own his mercies great. 8 Nor like their father's ftubborn prove, A bale rebellious race, Who br^ke his laws, abus'd his love, And trampled on his grace. 9 For Ephraim's children, arm*d with bows, Turn'd back with fhame and fled, io Becaufe they falflfy'd the vows, Which to the Lord they made. 3 I Yea, they forgot his works of might, Which he fo oft renew'd : 12 When he their foes put to the flight And pcw'rfuily fubdu'd. In Egypt and in Zoan's field, Their father's foes he flew. i 3 The fea in heaps his pow'r congeal'd, While fafely they part through. 14 A cloudy pillar all the day He made their conftant guide : And all the night a fiery ray Did he for them provide. 15 The flinty rock he clave in twain Amidft the wilder nefs : And therce with drink did them fuftain, When third did them opprefs. 1 6 Yea, from the rock fuch ftreamshe brought, As did like riveis run : Such wonders God for Ifr'el wrought, And glorious vicTries won* PSALM LXXVJII. i $9 i 7 And yet they finned more and more, Again ft his Majefty ; As in the wildernefs before, Provoking the Moft High. i 8 They tempted God in afldng bread, And did his pow'r diftruft ; Not only to fupply their need, But gratify their Inft. 1 9 Yea, they againft him fpake and faid, Can God our fouls refrerti, And in the wildernefs provide A table crown'd with fiefh ? 20 Although he clave the flinty rock, And made the waters flow ? Can he with bread fupply his flock, And give us flefii thereto ? 2 I God heard their murm'rings and was wroth, Then kindled was his ire ; And he on Ifr'el's tribes brake forth Like hot confuming fire. 2 2 Becaufe their hearts, furcharg'd with luft, Would not believe in God ; Nor yet in his falvation truft, Who had fuch gifts beftow'd. 2 3 Although he had their wants fupply *d, And his rich bounties fhown, The heav'nly doors thrown open wide, And rain'd the manna down ! 24 The corn of heav'n, fo rich and good, Around their tents were fpread. 25 Men filled were with angels food ! With heav'nly dainties fed ! 190 PSALM LXXVIII. 26 An eaftern wind God caus'd to blow, By his almighty pow'r, 2 7 "Which brought them fleih, and made it flow Like fand upon the fhore: 28 And feather'd fowls as thick as dud, A rich and eafy prey, To gratify their craving luft, In heaps unnmuber'd lay. 29 So they did eat, with greedy hafte, Until their jaws were tir'd ; For God, to pleafe their carnal tafte, Gave what thdr hearts deflr'd. 30 Yet were they not eftrang'd from luft But ere their meat was chew'd, 31 Wrath feiz'd on them for their diftruft j And fatal death enfu'd. It ilew the fatted and moll fair Of Ifr'ePs (lately fons : The fword of God fell on them there, And broke their ftubborn bones. 32 Yet after this they finn'd the more, And difbeliev'd his word. Though they had feen his works of pow'r And felt his chaft'ning fword. 33 Therefore did God their lives confume In vanity and grief; And cut them off amidft their bloom, Becaufe of unbelief. 34 But when he (lew them they returned And early fought his face; Although they had fo bafely fpurnM The riches of his grace. PSALM LXXVIII. 191 35 They then remember'd God their rock, And their Redeemer high ; 36 Yet with their tongues did they him mock, And with their lips did lie. 37 Their hearts were never right with God Nor to his cov'nant clave : 38 Yet mercy ftill was his delight, And he their fins forgave. Nor did he ftir up all his wrath, But oft his hand withdrew ; Nor let the meflenger of death Their guilty fouls purfue : 39 For he remember'd, that like grafs, Their flefti was weak and vain : .Light as the airy winds that pafs, And ne'er return again. 40 How oft did they the Lord provoke, Ev'n in the defart place ? And with their words fo ra(hly fpoke, They griev'd him to his face, 41 Yea, they turn'd back and tempted God, And limited his pow'r ! Ev'n Ifr'el's holy One who had Preferv'd them to that hour. 42 But they forgot his might y hand On that diftreffive day, "When h6 againfl their foes did (land And fairly clear'd their way. 43 What figns he had in Egypt brought, And ftill was Ifrel'l's fhleld : What awful wonders he had wrought For them in Zoan's field. 1 92 PSALM LXXVIII. 44 How he their rivers turn'd to blood; And made their waters (link ; So that no fountain, ftream, nor flood Was found that they could drink. 45 Yea, divers forts of flies he fent, "Which greatly them annoy'd. And fhoals of croaking frogs which went And all their food deftroy'd. 46 He to the caterpillars gave The increafe of their field ; Nor did the fwarming locufts leave Ought that their land did yield. 47 With dreadful hail he fpoil'd their vines ; Their vintage thus was loft. Their fycamores, like fhtely pines, He kiird with nipping froft. 48 Their lowing herds he put to death By haihftones which he threw : And with hot thunderbolts of wrath Their bleating flocks he flew. 49 The Lord his anger on them cafl, And gave his fury vent: And to complete their plagues at laft, Among them demons fent. 50 Full fcope he to his vengeance gave, Nor once reftrain'd his wrath ; But did them of their flow'rs bereave, By peftilence and death. 51 Thus Egypt's firfl born fons he flew, And foon the tidings came To every houfe, which made them rue, Through all the tents of Ham. PSALM LXXVIII. i 93 52 But he his own dear chofen fheep Bronght fafe from that diftrefs : And like a flock he did them keep Through all the wiidernefs. 53 He led them forth 5 nor need they fear, Though clofe by foes purfu'd, They never did but once appear : The Red-fea them fubdu'd. 53 Unto his purchas'd fan&uary, Did he his people guide : Ev'n to that mountain ftrong and high His right hand did provide. 55 The heathen he, before their face, Gad out ; and gave their land To Ifr'el ; with each dwelling place Made ready to their hand : For an inheritance, by line, Did he their fields divide ; That Jacob's fons, by right divine, Might in their tents abide. 56 And yet they tempted the Moft High, And did the Lord provoke ; Cafling his teftimonies by, They fcorn'd his eafy yoke. 57 As did their fathers, fo did they Revolt with ftubborn brow ; And falfely darted from his way, Like a deceitful bow, R 194 PSALM LXXVIIi. 58 For they his anger much incur'd, With groves and places high : With graven images they flir'd .His dreadful jealoufy. $9 When this God heard, then was he wroth, And greatly he abhor'd His Ifr'el, whom he did betroth, And was their rightful Lord. 60 Their hallow'd tabernacles then Forfaken were of God : Ev'n Shiloh's tent, which he with men Had pitch'd for his abode. 61 So he deliver'd Jacob's ftrength To captivating bands : And Ifr'ePs glory he at length Gave into cruel hands. 62 Thus they provok'd the Lord to leave His heritage in wrath : Then he his people alfo gave Unto the fword of death. 63 The fire confum'd their choice young men ; Their maids unmarry'J went ; 64 Their priefts by dint of fword were flain, Nor did their wives lament. 65 Then did the Lord like one arife That long in fleep had lein ; Or as a champion loudly cries, Awaking out of wine. 66 Then on the rere-wai d of his foes He gave a deadly wound : He fmote them fo they never rofc, But wallow'd on the ground. PSALM LXXIX. 195 67 Moreover Jofeph he refus'd, And Ephra'm difapprov'd : 68 But Judah's princely tribe he chus'd, And Zion which he lov'd. 69 And there he built his fanctuary, A palace moft fublime ; Firm as the earth, which by decree Should only end with time. 70 Yea, he his fervant David took, A (hepherd from the fold, 71 From following the bleating flock To wear a crown of gold. He brought him forth his flock to feed, Ev'n Jacob whom he chofe ; And to conduct his Ifr'el's feed To paftures of repofe. 72 So them with faithful heart he fed, And guided them aright : Fair type of Chrift ! with {kill he led Them fafe both day and night. PSALM LXXIX. BEHOLD, O Lord, the heathen's fteps, What inroads they have made ! Defil'd thy temple, and on heaps Jerufalem have laid. 2 The bodies of thy fervants flain Are made the vulture's meat ; And birds of prey, and beafts unclean Their facred bodies eat. R z < 9 6 PSALM LXXIX. 3 Behold, their blood like water fried About Jerufakm ; Their friends all banifh'd are, or fled ; There's none to bury them. 4 We are a black reproach become To neighbours round about : And all abroad, and all at home Againft us loudly (hout, 5 But, Lord, how long ere thou return ? For ever muft thine ire And jealoufy with fury burn, Like hot devouring fire ? Part II. [6 Lord, on the heathen pour thy wrath- Who uickedly blafpheme ; And on the nations, void of faith, Who have not known thy name, 7 For they thy people have devoured; And laid thy dwelling wafte : llegardlefs of thy faithful word, Againft us they make hafte.] 8 Prevent us now, O Lord, ar*d cleanfe All our tranfgreffions pail ; And let all our provoking fins behind thy back be cafl: : For thou haft brought us very low, And cover'd us with fhame : 9 O God, thy great falvation (Low, And magnify thy name ! PSALM LXXIX. 197 Help and deliver us, O Lord, And purge our guilt away : For thy great mercy's fake afford \ Thy fov'reign aid we pray. 10 Why (hould the taunting heathen boaft, And fay, Where's now your God ? Arife, O Lord, and to their coft, Difplay thy pow'r abroad ; By thy avenging now the blood Of thy dear fervants (lain, Which they have pour'd out, like a flood* Upon the earth amain. Part III. 11 O let the humble prisoner's cries, And groanings reach thine ear ; Whofe fccdfaft hope on thee relies, Lord let thy grace appear ! Preferve them by thy boundlefs might, Who now in prifon lie ; And fave them, who by cruel fpite, Appointed are to die. 12 But on our neighbours, to their fharne ; Thy fev'n-fold vengeance pour Into their bofom, who blafpheme Thy name, and us devour. 13 So we thy people and thy fheep, On thy rich paftures fed, "Will give thee thanks, who doll: us keep) And wide thy praifes fprcad.- R 3 198 PSALM LXXX. P S A L M LXXX. HEAR Ifr'el's (hepherd, who haft been Thy Jofeph's faithful guide, Shine forth, O thou who doft between The cherubims abide ! 2 Before thy chofen Ephra'ra's fight And Benjamin's appear, And to Manafleh fhew thy might ; To fave us, Lord draw near. 3 Turn us again, O Lord our God, And caufe thy face to (hine So (hall we, in thy blefs'd abode, Be fav'd by pow'r divine. Part II. 4 How long, O Lord of Hofls, unflaid Shall thy fierce anger be, Againfl the fervent prayers made By thy own faints to thee ? ^ Thcu mak'ft our tears our daily food, Our drink is of the fame, Which from our eyes, with forrow croucj, For ever to our (hame. 6 Thou makeft us our neighbour's flrlfe, And all our foes around Rejoice to fee our feeble life In floods of forrow drown'd. 7 Turn us a^ain, O Lord of Hofls, And caufe thy face to fhine ; So (hall we from each foe that boafls Be fav'd by grace divine. PSALM LXXX. 199 Part III. 8 Lord, thou did'ft bring a noble vine From Egypt by thine hand ; And madft the heathen hence refign, To plant it in this land. 9 Thou had: for it prepared room, And made it here take root, So that it did at hit become Abundant in its fruit, 1 o The hills were cover'd with its fhade, And lands from fide