33 He smote their vines and forest plants,

And garden's pride o'erthrew.

34 He spake the word, and locusts came, With caterpillars join'd;

They prey'd upon the poor remains
The storm had left behind.

35 From trees to herbage they descend,
No verdant thing they spare;
But, like the naked fallow field,
Leave all the pastures bare.
36 From fields to villages and towns
Commission'd vengeance flew ;
One fatal stroke their eldest hopes
And strength of Egypt slew.

37 He brought his servants forth, enrich'd
With Egypt's borrow'd wealth;
And, what transcends all treasures else,
Enrich'd with vig'rous health.
38 Egypt rejoic'd, in hopes to find

Her plagues with them remov'd;
Taught dearly now to fear worse ills
By those already prov'd.

39 Their shrouding canopy by day
A journeying cloud was spread;
A fiery pillar all the night

Their desert marches led.

40 They long'd for flesh; with ev'ning quails He furnish'd ev'ry tent;

From heav'n's own granary, each morn,
The bread of angels sent.

41 He smote the rock, whose flinty breast
Pour'd forth a gushing tide;
Whose flowing stream, where'er they
march'd,

The desert's drought supplied.

42 For still he did on Abr'am's faith

And ancient league reflect;

43 He brought his people forth with joy, With triumph his elect.

44 Quite rooting out their heathen foes
From Canaan's fertile soil,
To them in cheap possession gave
The fruit of others' toil.

45 That they his statutes might observe,
His sacred laws obey;
For benefits so vast let us
Our songs of praise repay.

PSALM CVI.

RENDER thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love; Whose mercy firm through ages past Has stood, and shall for ever last. 2 Who can his mighty deeds express, Not only vast but numberless? What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise? 3 Happy are they, and only they, Who from thy judgments never stray:

Who know what's right, nor only so,
But always practise what they know.
4 Extend to me that favour, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford:
When thou return'st to set them free,
Let thy salvation visit me.

5 O may I worthy prove to see
Thy saints in full prosperity!
That I the joyful choir may join,
And count thy people's triumph mine!
6 But ah! can we expect such grace,
Of parents vile the viler race;
Who their misdeeds have acted o'er,
And with new crimes increas'd the score?
7 Ungrateful, they no longer thought
On all his works in Egypt wrought;
The Red sea they no sooner view'd
But they their base distrust renew'd.
8 Yet he, to vindicate his Name,
Once more to their deliv'rance came,
To make his sov'reign pow'r be known,
That he is God, and he alone.

9 To right and left, at his command, The parting deep disclos'd her sand; Where firm and dry the passage lay, As through some parch'd and desert way. 10 Thus rescu'd from their foes they were, Who closely press'd upon their rear ; 11 Whose rage pursu'd them to those waves, That prov'd the rash pursuers' graves. 12 The watʼry mountain's sudden fall O'erwhelm'd proud Pharaoh, host and all;

This proof did stupid Israel move
To own God's truth, and praise his love.
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13 But soon these wonders they forgot,
And for his counsel waited not;

14 But, lusting in the wilderness,

Did him with fresh temptations press. 15 Strong food at their request he sent,

But made their sin their punishment: 16 Yet still his saints they did oppose, The priest and prophet whom he chose. 17 But earth, the quarrel to decide,

Her vengeful jaws extending wide, Rash Dathan to her centre drew, With proud Abiram's factious crew. 18 The rest of those who did conspire To kindle wild sedition's fire, With all their impious train, became A prey to heav'n's devouring flame. 19 Near Horeb's mount a calf they made, And to the molten image pray'd; 20 Adoring what their hands did frame,

They chang'd their glory to their shame. 21 Their God and Saviour they forgot,

And all his works in Egypt wrought;

22 His signs in Ham's astonish'd coast, And where proud Pharaoh's troops were lost.

23 Thus urg'd, his vengeful hand he rear'd, But Moses in the breach appear'd; The saint did for the rebels pray, And turn'd Heav'n's kindled wrath away. 24 Yet they his pleasant land despis'd, Nor his repeated promise priz'd; 25 Nor did th' Almighty's voice obey, But when God said, Go up, would stay. 26 This seal'd their doom without redress, To perish in the wilderness; 27 Or else to be by heathen hands

O'erthrown, and scatter'd thro' the lands.

The Third Part.

28 Yet, unreclaim'd, this stubborn race
Baal-peor's worship did embrace;
Became his impious guests, and fed
On sacrifices to the dead.
29 Thus they persisted to provoke

God's vengeance to the final stroke;
'Tis come;-the deadly pest is come,
To execute their gen'ral doom.
30 But Phinehas, fir'd with holy rage,

Th' Almighty vengeance to asswage, Did, by two bold offenders' fall, Th' atonement make that ransom'd all. 31 As him a heav'nly zeal had mov'd, So Heav'n the zealous act approv'd; To him confirming, and his race, The priesthood he so well did grace. 32 At Meribah God's wrath they mov'd, Who Moses for their sakes reprov'd; 33 Whose patient soul they did provoke, Till rashly the meek prophet spoke. 34 Nor, when possess'd of Canaan's land, Did they perform their Lord's command; Nor his commission'd sword employ The guilty nations to destroy. 35 Nor only spar'd the Pagan crew,

But, mingling, learnt their vices too; 36 And worship to those idols paid,

Which them to fatal snares betray'd. 37, 38 To devils they did sacrifice

Their children with relentless eyes;
Approach'd their altars through a flood
Of their own sons' and daughters' blood.
No cheaper victims would appease
Canaan's remorseless deities;
No blood her idols reconcile,
But that which did the land defile.

The Fourth Part.

39 Nor did these savage cruelties
The harden'd reprobates suffice;
For after their hearts' lust they went,
And daily did new crimes invent.

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40 But sins of such infernal hue
God's wrath against his people drew,
Till he, their once indulgent Lord,
His own inheritance abhorr'd.
He them, defenceless, did expose
To their insulting heathen foes;
And made them on the triumphs wait
Of those who bore them greatest hate.
42 Nor thus his indignation ceas'd:

Their list of tyrants he increas'd,
Till they, who God's mild sway declin'd,
Were made the vassals of mankind.
43 Yet when distress'd they did repent,
His anger did as oft relent;

But freed, they did his wrath provoke, Renew'd their sins, and he their yoke. 44 Nor yet implacable he prov'd,

Nor heard their wretched cries unmov'd; 45 But did to mind his promise bring, And mercy's inexhausted spring. 46 Compassion too he did impart E'en to their foes' obdurate heart, And pity for their suff'rings bred In those, who them to bondage led. 47 Still save us, Lord, and Israel's bands Together bring from heathen lands; So to thy Name our thanks we'll raise, And ever triumph in thy praise. 48 Let Israel's God be ever bless'd, His Name eternally confess'd: Let all his saints, with full accord, Sing loud Amens-Praise ye the Lord.

PSALM CVII.

10 God your grateful voices raise,

Who does your daily patron prove; And let your never-ceasing praise Attend on his eternal love.

[bands 2, 3 Let those give thanks whom he from Of proud oppressing foes releas'd; And brought them back from distant [east.

lands,

From north and south, and west and 4, 5 Through lonely desert ways they went, Nor could a peopled city find; Till, quite with thirst and hunger spent, Their fainting soul within them pin'd. 6 Then soon to God's indulgent ear

Did they their mournful cry address; Who graciously vouchsaf'd to hear, And freed them from their deep distress.

7 From crooked paths he led them forth, And in the certain way did guide To wealthy towns of great resort, Where all their wants were well plied.

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8 O then that all the earth with me Would God for this his goodness praise,

And for the mighty works which he Throughout the wond'ring world displays!

9 For he from heav'n the sad estate
Of longing souls with pity views;
To hungry souls that pant for meat,
His goodness daily food renews.

The Second Part.

10 Some lie, with darkness compass'd round, In death's uncomfortable shade, And with unwieldy fetters bound,

By pressing cares more heavy made. 11, 12 Because God's counsel they defied, And lightly priz'd his holy word, With these afflictions they were tried: They fell, and none could help afford. 13 Then soon to God's indulgent ear

Did they their mournful cry address; Who graciously vouchsaf'd to hear, And freed them from their deep distress. 14 From dismal dungeons, dark as night,

And shades as black as death's abode, He brought them forth to cheerful light, And welcome liberty bestow'd. 15 O then that all the earth with me

Would God for this his goodness praise, And for the mighty works which he Throughout the wond'ring world dis16 For he with his Almighty hand [plays!

The gates of brass in pieces broke;
Nor could the massy bars withstand,
Or temper'd steel resist his stroke.

The Third Part.

17 Remorseless wretches, void of sense,
With bold transgressions God defy,
And, for their multiplied offence,
Oppress'd with sore diseases lie.
18 Their soul, a prey to pain and fear,
Abhors to taste the choicest meats;
And they by faint degrees draw near
To death's inhospitable gates.

19 Then straight to God's indulgent ear

Do they their mournful cry address, Who graciously vouchsafes to hear, And frees them from their deep distress. 20 He all their sad distempers heals,

His word both health and safety gives; And, when all human succour fails, From near destruction them retrieves. 21 O then that all the earth with me

Would God for this his goodness praise, And for the mighty works which he Throughout the wond'ring world displays!

22 With off'rings let his altar flame,

Whilst they their grateful thanks exAnd with loud joy his holy Name [press, For all his acts of wonder bless T

The Fourth Part.

23, 24 They that in ships, with courage bold, O'er swelling waves their trade pursue, Do God's amazing works behold, And in the deep his wonders view. 25 No sooner his command is past,

But forth the dreadful tempest flies, Which sweeps the sea with rapid haste, And makes the stormy billows rise. 26 Sometimes the ships, toss'd up to heav'n, On tops of mounting waves appear; Then down the steep abyss are driv'n; Whilst ev'ry soul dissolves with fear. 27 They reel and stagger to and fro,

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Like men with fumes of wine opprest;
Nor do the skilful seamen know
Which way to steer, what course is best.
Then straight to God's indulgent ear
They do their mournful cry address;
Who graciously vouchsafes to hear,

And frees them from their deep distress. 29, 30 He does the raging storm appease, And makes the billows calm and still; With joy they see their fury cease,

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And their intended course fulfil.
O then that all the earth with me
Would God for this his goodness praise,
And for the mighty works which he
Throughout the wond'ring world dis-
plays!

32 Let them, where all the tribes resort,
Advance to heav'n his glorious Name,
And in the elders' sov'reign court,
With one consent his praise proclaim!

The Fifth Part.

33,34 A fruitful land, where streams abound, God's just revenge, if people sin, Will turn to dry and barren ground, To punish those that dwell therein. 35, 36 The parch'd and desert heath he makes [wells, To flow with streams and springing Which for his lot the hungry takes, And in strong cities safely dwells. 37, 38 He sows the field, the vineyard plants, Which gratefully his toil repay; Nor can, whilst God his blessing grants, His fruitful seed or stock decay. But when his sins Heav'n's wrath pro

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41 Whilst God, from all afflicting cares, Sets up the humble man on high, And makes in time his num'rous heirs With his increasing flocks to vie. 42, 43 Then sinners shall have nought to

say,

The just a decent joy shall show ; The wise these strange events shall weigh, And thence God's goodness fully know.

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PSALM CVIII.

GOD, my heart is fully bent
To magnify thy Name;

My tongue with cheerful songs of praise
Shall celebrate thy fame.

2 Awake, my lute; nor thou, my harp,
Thy warbling notes delay;
Whilst I with early hymns of joy
Prevent the dawning day.

3 To all the list'ning tribes, O Lord,
Thy wonders I will tell;

And to those nations sing thy praise
That round about us dwell:

4 Because thy mercy's boundless height
The highest heav'n transcends,
And far beyond th' aspiring clouds
Thy faithful truth extends.

5 Be thou, O God, exalted high

Above the starry frame;

And let the world, with one consent,
Confess thy glorious Name.

6 That all thy chosen people thee
Their saviour may declare:
Let thy right hand protect me still,
And answer thou my pray❜r.

7 Since God himself hath said the word,
Whose promise cannot fail,
With joy I Shechem shall divide,
And measure Succoth's vale.

8 Gilead is mine, Manasseh too,

And Ephraim owns my cause:
Their strength my regal pow'r supports,
And Judah gives my laws.

9 Moab I'll make my servile drudge,
On vanquish'd Edom tread;
And through the proud Philistine lands
My conqu'ring banners spread.

10 By whose support and aid shall I
Their well-fenc'd city gain?
Who will my troops securely lead
Through Edom's guarded plain?
11 Lord, wilt not thou assist our arms,
Which late thou didst forsake?
And wilt not thou of these our hosts
Once more the guidance take?

12 O, to thy servants in distress
Thy speedy succour send!
For vain it is on human aid
For safety to depend.

13 Then valiant acts shall we perform,
If thou thy pow'r disclose;
For God it is, and God alone,
That treads down all our foes.

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PSALM CIX.

GOD, whose former mercies make
My constant praise thy due,
Hold not thy peace, but my sad state
With wonted favour view.

2 For sinful men, with lying lips,
Deceitful speeches frame,

And with their studied slanders seek
To wound my spotless fame.

3 Their restless hatred prompts them still Malicious lies to spread;

And all against my life combine,
By causeless fury led.

4 Those whom with tend'rest love I us'd,
My chief opposers are;
Whilst I, of other friends bereft,
Resort to thee by pray'r.

5 Since mischief for the good I did
Their strange reward does prove,
And hatred's the return they make
For undissembled love:

6 Their guilty leader shall be made
To some ill man a slave;

And, when he's tried, his mortal foe
For his accuser have.

7 His guilt, when sentence is pronounc'd, Shall meet a dreadful fate,

Whilst his rejected pray'r but serves
His crimes to aggravate.

8 He, snatch'd by some untimely fate,
Sha'n't live out half his days;
Another, by divine decree,

Shall on his office seize.

9, 10 His seed shall orphans be, his wife
A widow plung'd in grief;
His vagrant children beg their bread,
Where none can give relief.

11 His ill-got riches shall be made
To usurers a prey;

The fruit of all his toil shall be
By strangers borne away.

12 None shall be found that to his wants Their mercy will extend,

Or to his helpless orphan seed
The least assistance lend.

13 A swift destruction soon shall seize
On his unhappy race;

And the next age his hated name
Shall utterly deface.

14 The vengeance of his father's sins

Upon his head shall fall;

God on his mother's crimes shall think
And punish him for all.

15 All these, in horrid order rank'd,

Before the Lord shall stand, Till his fierce anger quite cuts off Their mem'ry from the land.

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16 Because he never mercy show'd,
But still the poor oppress'd;
And sought to slay the helpless man,
With heavy woes distress'd:

17 Therefore the curse he lov'd to vent
Shall his own portion prove;
And blessing, which he still abhorr'd,
Shall far from him remove.

18 Since he in cursing took such pride,
Like water it shall spread
Through all his veins, and stick like oil,
With which his bones are fed.

19 This, like a poison'd robe, shall still
His constant cov'ring be,

Or an envenom❜d belt, from which
He never shall be free.

20 Thus shall the Lord reward all those
That ill to me design,

That with malicious false reports
Against my life combine.

21 But for thy glorious Name, O God,
Do thou deliver me;

And for thy gracious mercy's sake
Preserve and set me free.

22 For I, to utmost straits reduc'd,
Am void of all relief;

My heart is wounded with distress, And quite pierc'd through with grief. 23 I, like an ev'ning shade, decline,

Which vanishes apace:

Like locusts, up and down I'm toss'd,
And have no certain place.

24, 25 My knees with fasting are grown weak,

My body lank and lean;

All that behold me shake their heads,
And treat me with disdain.

26, 27 But for thy mercy's sake, O Lord,
Do thou my foes withstand;
That all may see 'tis thy own act,
The work of thy right hand.

28 Then let them curse, so thou but bless; Let shame the portion be

Of all that my destruction seek;
While I rejoice in thee.

29 My foe shall with disgrace be cloth'd,
Ånd, spite of all his pride,
His own confusion, like a cloke,
The guilty wretch shall hide.
30 But I to God, in grateful thanks,
My cheerful voice will raise;
And, where the great assembly meets,
Set forth his noble praise.

31 For him the poor shall always find
Their sure and constant friend;
And he shall from unrighteous dooms
Their guiltless souls defend.

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PSALM CX.

1T Till I thy foes thy footstool make,

THE Lord unto my Lord thus spake:

Sit thou in state at my right hand; 2 Supreme in Sion thou shalt be, And all thy proud opposers see Subjected to thy just command. 3 Thee, in thy power's triumphant day, The willing nations shall obey:

And, when thy rising beams they view, Shall all (redeem'd from error's night) Appear as numberless and bright

As crystal drops of morning dew.

4 The Lord hath sworn, nor sworn in vain, That, like Melchisedech's, thy reign And priesthood shall no period know: 5 No proud competitor to sit

At thy right hand will he permit,

But in his wrath crown'd heads o'erthrow.

6 The sentenc'd heathen he shall slay, And fill with carcases his way,

Till he hath struck earth's tyrants dead: 7 But in the high-way brooks shall first, Like a poor pilgrim, slake his thirst, And then in triumph raise his head. PSALM CXI.

1 PRAISE ye the Lord; our God to praise

My soul her utmost pow'rs shall raise, With private friends, and in the throng Of saints, his praise shall be my song. 2 His works, for greatness tho' renown'd, His wondrous works with ease are found By those who seek for them aright, And in the pious search delight.

3 His works are all of matchless fame,
And universal glory claim;

His truth, confirm'd through ages past,
Shall to eternal ages last.

4 By precept he has us enjoin'd
To keep his wondrous works in mind;
And to posterity record,

That good and gracious is our Lord. 5 His bounty, like a flowing tide, Has all his servants' wants supplied; And he will ever keep in mind His cov'nant with our fathers sign’d. 6 At once astonish'd and o'erjoy'd, They saw his matchless pow'r employ'd; Whereby the heathen were suppress'd, And we their heritage possess'd.

7 Just are the dealings of his hands, Immutable are his commands;