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PSALM CXXVIII.

1 7 Let Israel trust in God, THE man is blest who fears the Lord, No bounds his mercy knows; Nor only worship pays,

The plenteous source and spring from But keeps his steps confin'd with care whence s To his appointed ways.

Eternal succour flows. 2 He shall upon the sweet returns 8 Whose friendly streams to us Of his own labour feed;

Supplies in want convey; Without dependence live, and see

A nealing spring, a spring to cleanse, His wishes all succeed.

And wash our guilt away. 8 His wife, like a fair fertile vine,

PSALM CXXXI. Her lovely fruit shall bring;

LORD, I am not proud of heart, His children, like young olive plants,

Nor cast a scornful eye; About his table spring.

Nor my aspiring thoughts employ 4,5 Who fears the Lord shall prosper In things for me too high.

2 With infant innocence thou know'st Him Sion's God shall bless,

I have myself demean'd; And grant him all his days to see

Compos'd to quiet, like a babe Jerusalem's success.

That from the breast is wean'd. 6 He shall live on, till heirs from him

3 Like me let Israel hope in God, Descend with vast increase ;

His aid alone implore : Much bless'd in his own prosp'rous

Both now and ever trust in him,
state,
And more in Israel's peace.

Who lives for evermore.
PSALM CXXIX.

PSALM CXXXII.
TROM my youth up, may Israel say,

ET David, Lord, a constant place They oft have me assail'd;

U In thy remembrance tind; 2 Recluc'd me oft to heavy straits,

Let all the sorrows he endur'd But never quite prevail'd.

Be ever in thy mind. 3 They oft have plow'd my patient back 2 Remember what a solemn oath With furrows deep and long;

To thee, his Lord, he swore; 4 Butour just God has broke their chains,

How to the mighty God he vow'd, And rescu'd us from wrong.

Whom Jacob's sons adore. 5 Defeat, confusion, shameful rout

3, 4 I will not go into my house, Be still the doom of those,

Nor to my bed ascend; Their righteous doom, who Sion hate,

Sinn hata No soft repose shall close my eyes, And Sion's God oppose.

Nor sleep my eyelids bend : 6 Like corn upon our houses' tops,

5 Till for the Lord's design'd abode

I mark the destin'd ground;
Untimely let them fade, [root,

Till I a decent place of rest
Which too much heat, and want of
Has blasted in the blade:

For Jacob's God have found. 7 Which in his arms no reaper takes,

6 Th'appointed place with shouts of joy

At Ephrata we found, But unregarded leaves;

And made the woods and neighb'ring Nor binder thinks it worth his pains

fields To fold it into sheaves.

Our glad applause resound. 8 No traveller that pases by

70 with due rev'rence let us then Vouchsafes a minute's stop,

To his abode repair ; To give it one kind look, or crave

And, prostrate at his footstool falln, Heav'n's blessing on the crop.

Pour out our humble pray'r.
PSALM CXXX.

8 Arise, O Lord, and now possess FROM lowest depths of woe

Thy constant place of rest; T To God I sent my cry;

Be that, not only with thy ark, 2 Lord, hear my supplicating voice,

But with thy presence blest. And graciously reply.

9, 10 Clothe thou thy priests with right3 Should'st thou severely judge,

eousness, Who can the trial bear?

Make thou thy saints rejoice; 4 But thou forgiv'st, lest we despond, And, for thy servant David's sake, And quite renounce thy fear.

Hear thy anointed's voice. 5 My soul with patience waits

11 God sware to David in his truth, For thee, the living Lord;

(Nor shall his oath be vain,) My hopes are on thy promise built, One of thy offspring, after thee, Thy never failing word.

Upon thy throne shall reign. 6 My longing eyes look out

12 And if thy seed my cov'nant keep, For thy enliv'ning ray,

And to my laws submit, More duly than the morning watch Their children too upon thy throne To spy the dawning day.

For evermore shall sit.

13, 14 For Sion does in God's esteem

6 For he with unresisted strength All other seats excel;

Performs his sovreign will, His place of everlasting rest,

In heav'n and earth, and wat'ry stores Where he desires to dwell.

That earth's deep caverns fill. 15, 16 Her store, says he, I will increase, 7 He raises vapours from the ground, Her poor with plenty bless;

Which, pois'd in liquid air, Her saints shall shout for joy, her Fall down at last in show'rs, through priests

which My saving health confess.

His dreadful lightnings glare. 17 There David's pow'r shall long remain 8 He from hisstorehouse bringsthe wind; In his successive line,

And he with vengeful hand And my anointed servant there

The first-born slew of man and beast Shall with fresh lustre shine.

Through Egypt's mourning land. 18 The faces of his vanquish'd foes

9 He dreadful signs and wonders shewd Confusion shall o'erspread,

Through stubborn Egypt's coasts; Whilst, with confirm'd success, his

Nor Pharaoh eould his plagues escape, crown

Nor all his num'rous hosts. Shall flourish on his head.

10, 11 'Twas he that various nations PSALM CXXXIII.

smote, HOW vast must their advantage be, And mighty kings suppress'd; How great their pleasure prove,

Sihon and Og, and all besides Who live like brethren, and consent Who Canaan's land possess'd. In offices of love!

12, 13 Their land upon his chosen race 2 True love is like that precious oil,

He firmly did entail ; Which, pour'd on Aaron's head,

For which his fame shall always last, Ran down his beard, and o'er his robes

His praise shall never fail. Its costly moisture shed.

14 For God shall soon his people's cause 3 "Tis like refreshing dew, which does

With pitying eyes survey; On Hermon's top distil;

Repent him of his wrath, and turn Or like the early drops that fall

His kindled rage away. On Sion's fruitful hill.

15 Those idols, whose false worship 4 For Sion is the chosen seat,

spreads Where the Almighty King

Oer all the heathen lands, The promis'd blessing has ordain'd,

Are made of silver and of gold,
And life's eternal spring.

The work of human hands.
PSALM CXXXIV.

| 16, 17 They move not their fictitious PLESS God, ye servants that attend

tongues, D Upon his solemn state,

Nor see with polish'd eyes;
That in his temple, night by night, Their counterfeited ears are deaf,
With humble rev'rence wait :

No breath their mouth supplies. 2, 3 Within his house lift up your hands, 18 As senseless as themselves are they And bless his holy Name;

That all their skill apply From Sion bless thy Israel, Lord,

To make them, or in dang'rous times Who earth and heav'n didst frame.

On them for aid rely.

19 Their just returns of thanks to God PSALM CXxxv.

Let grateful Israel pay;
PRAISE the Lord with one consent, Nor let the priests of Aaron's race
And magnify his Name;

To bless the Lord delay.
Let all the servants of the Lord

20 Their sense of his unbounded love His worthy praise proclaim.

Let Levi's house express; 2 Praise him all ye that in his house

And let all those that fear the Lord Attend with constant care ;

His Name for ever bless. With those that to his outmost courts

1 21 Let all with thanks his wondrous works With humble zeal repair.

In Sion's courts proclaim; 3 For this our truest interest is,

Let them in Salem, where he dwells,
Glad hymns of praise to sing;

Exalt his holy Name.
And with loud songs to bless his Name,
A most delightful thing.

PSALM CXXXVI. 4 For God his own peculiar choice

To God, the mighty Lordy • The sons of Jacob makes;

1 Your joyful thanks repeat; And Israel's offspring for his own

To him due praise afford, Most valued treasure takes.

As good as he is great. 5 That God is great we often have

For God does prove
By glad experience found;

Our constant friend;
And seen how he with wondrous pow'r

His boundless love
Above all gods is crown'd.

Shall never end.

2, 3 To him whose wondrous pour

All other gods obey,
Whom earthly kings adore,
This grateful homage pay.

For God, &c.
4, 5 By his Almighty hand

Amazing works are wrought;
The heav'ns by his command
Were to perfection brought.

For God, &c.
6 He spread the ocean round

About the spacious land;
And made the rising ground
Above the waters stand.

For God, &c.
7, 8, 9 Through heav'n he did display

His num'rous hosts of light;
The sun to rule by day,
The moon and stars by night.

For God, &c.
10, 11, 12 He struck the first-born dead

of Egypt's stubborn land; And thence his people led With his resistless hand.

For God, &c.
13, 14 By him the raging sea,

As if in pieces rent,
Disclos'd a middle way,
Through which his people went.

For God, &c.
15 Where soon he overthrew

Proud Pharaoh and his host,
Who, daring to pursue,
Were in the billows lost.

For God, &c. 16, 17, 18 Through deserts vast and wild

He led the chosen seed;
And famous princes foil'd,
And made great monarchs bleed.

For God, &c.
19, 20 Sihon, whose potent hand

Great Ammon's sceptre sway'd;
And Og, whose stern command
Rich Bashan's land obey'd.

For God, &c.
21, 22 And of his wondrous grace,

Their lands, whom he destroy'd,
He gave to Israel's race,
To be by them enjoy'd.

For God, &c.
23, 24 He, in our depth of woes,

On us with favour thought,
And from our cruel foes
In peace and safety brought.

For God, &c.
25, 26 He does the food supply

On which all creatures live:
To God who reigns on high
Eternal praises give.
For God will prove

Our constant friend;
His boundless love
Shall never end.

PSALM OXXXVII.
THEN we, our wearied linnhs to rest,

sat down by proud Euphrates'
stream,

We wept, with doleful thoughts op

prest, And Sion was our mournful theme. 20ur harps, that when with joy wesung,

Were wont their tuneful parts to bear, With silent strings neglected hung

On willow trees that wither'd there. 3 Meanwhile our foes, who all conspir'd

To triumph in our slavish wrongs, Musick and mirth of us requir'd; .

Come, sing us one of Sion's songs. 4 How shall we tune our voice to sing ? Or touch our harps with skilful

hands?
Shall hymns of joy to God our King

Be sung by slaves in foreign lands ? 5 0 Salem, our once happy seat,

When I of thee forgetful prove, Let then my trembling hand forget The speaking strings with art to

move! 6 If I to mention thee forbear,

Eternal silence seize my tongue; Or if I sing one cheerful air,

Till thy deliv'rance is my song!
7 Remember, Lord, how Edom's race,

In thy own city's fatal day,
Cried out, Her stately walls deface,

And with the ground quite level lay. 8 Proud Babel's daughter, doom'd to be

Of grief and woe the wretched prey; Bless'd is the man who shall to thee

The wrongs thou lay'st on us repay. 9 Thrice blest, who with just rage pos

sest, And deaf to all the parents' moans, Shall snatch thy infants from the

breast, And dash their heads against the stones.

PSALM CXXXVIII. WITH my whole heart, my God and

King,
Thy praise I will proclaim;
Before the gods with joy I'll sing,

And bless thy holy Name.
2 1'll worship at thy sacred seat;

And, with thy love inspir'd, The praises of thy truth repeat,

O'er all thy works admir'd. 3 Thou graciously inclin'dst thine ear,

When I to thee did cry; And, when my soul was press'd with

fear,

Didst inward strength supply. 4 Therefore shall ev'ry earthly prince

Thy Name with praise pursue, Whom these admir'd events convince

That all thy works are true. 5 They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord,

With cheerful songs shall bless; And all thy glorious acts record,

Thy awful pow'r confess. 6 For God, although enthron'd on high,

Does thence the poor respect;

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The proud far off his scornful eye 17 Let me acknowledge too, O God,
Beholds with just neglect.

That, since this maze of life I trod, 7 Though I with troubles am oppressa, Thy thoughts of love to me surmount He shall my foes disarm;

The pow'r of numbers to recount.
Relieve my soul when most distress'd, 18 Far sooner could I reckon o'er
And keep me safe from harm.

The sands upon the ocean's shore; 8 The Lord, whose mercies ever last, Each morn, revising what I've done, Shall fix my happy state;

I find th' account but new begun. And, mindful of his favours past, 19 The wicked thou shalt slay, o God: Shall his own work complete.

Depart from me, ye men of blood,
PSALM CXXXIX.

20 Whose tongues Heav'n's majesty proTHOU, Lord, by strictest search hast

fane,

And take th'Almighty's name in vain. My rising up and lying down; | 21 Lord, hate not I their impious crew, 2 My secret thoughts are known to thee, Who thee with enmity pursue ?

Known long before conceiv'd by me. And does not grief my heart oppress, 3 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,

When reprobates thy laws transgress? My publick haunts and private ways ; 22 Who practise enmity to thee 4 Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would Shall utmost hatred have from me; vent,

Such men I utterly detest, My yet unutter'd words' intent.

As if they were my foes profest. 5 Surrounded by thy pow'r I stand, 23, 24 Search, try, O God, my thoughts On ev'ry side I find thy hand:

and heart, 60 skill, for human reach too high! If mischief lurks in any part;

Too dazzling bright for mortal eye! Correct me where I go astray, 70 could I so perfidious be,

And guide me in thy perfect way. To think of once deserting thee,

PSALM CXL. Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun?

PRESERVE me, Lord, from crafty Or whither from thy presence run ? 8 If up to heav'n I take my flight,

Of treacherous intent; 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in!

2 And from the sons of violence, light;

On open mischief bent. Or dive to hell's infernal plains,

3 Their sland ring tongue the serpent's "Tis there Almighty vengeance reigns. sting

In sharpness does exceed; 9 If I the morning's wings could gain,

Between their lips the gall of asps And fly beyond the western main, 10 Thy swifter hand would first arrive,

And adders' venom breed. And there arrest thy fugitive.

4 Preserve me, Lord, from wicked hands,

Nor leave my soul forlorn, 11 Or, should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the sable wings of night;

A prey to sons of violence, One glance from thee, one piercing ray,

Who have my ruin sworn. Would kindle darkness into day.

5 The proud for me have laid their snare,

And spread their wily net; 12 The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes;

With traps and gins, where'er I move, Through midnight shades thou find'st

I find my steps beset. thy way,

But thus en viron'd with distress, As in the blazing noon of day.

Thou art my God, I said;

Lord, hear my supplicating voice, 13 Thou know'st the texture of my heart, My reins, and ev'ry vital part;

That calls to thee for aid. Each single thread in nature's loom

7 O Lord, the God, whose saving strength By thee was cover'd in the womb.

Kind succour did convey,

And cover'd my advent'rous head 14 I'll praise thee, from whose hands I

In battle's doubtful day: came, A work of such a curious frame;

8 Permit not their unjust designs The wonders thou in me hast shown,

To answer their desire; My soul with grateful joy must own.

Lest they, encourag'd by success, 15 Thine eyes my substance did survey,

To bolder crimes aspire. While yet a lifeless mass it lay;

9 Let first their chiefs the sad effects In secret how exactly wrought,

of their injustice mourn: Ere from its dark inclosure brought. The blast of their envenom'd breath 16 Thou didst the shapeless embryo see,

Upon themselves return. Its parts were register'd by thee; 10 Let them who kindled first the flame Thou saw'st the daily growth they Its sacrifice become; took,

The pit they digg'd for me be made Form'd by the model of thy book.

Their own untimely tomb.

11 Though slander's breath may raise a My portion in the land of life,
storm,

Till life itself depart.
It quickly will decay;

6 Reduc'd to greatest straits, Their rage does but the torrent swell

To thee I make my moan:
That bears theinselves away.

O save me from oppressing foes, 12 God will assert the poor man's cause, For me too pow'rful grown! And speedy succour give;

7 That I may praise thy Name, The just shall celebrate his praise,

My soul from prison bring; And in his presence live.

Whilst of thy kind regard to me PSALM CXLI.

Assembled saints shall sing. To thee, O Lord, my cries ascend, 10 haste to my relief;

PSALM CXLIII. And with accustom'd pity hear

TORD, hear my pray'r, and to my cry The accents of my grief.

U Thy wonted audience lend; 2 Instead of off'rings, let my prayer

In thy accustom'd faith and truth
Like morning incense rise;

A gracious answer send.
My lifted hands supply the place 2 Nor at thy strict tribunal bring
Of ev'ning sacrifice.

Thy servant to be tried ; 3 From hasty language curb my tongue;

For in thy sight no living man And let a constant guard

Can e'er be justified. Still keep the portal of my lips,

3 The spiteful foe pursues my life, With wary silence barr'd.

Whose comforts all are fled; 4 From wicked men's designs and deeds

He drives me into caves as dark My heart and hands restrain;

As mansions of the dead. Nor let me in the booty share

4 My spirit therefore is o'erwhelm'd, Of their unrighteous gain.

And sinks within my breast; 5 Let upright men reprove my faults,

My mournful heart grows desolate, And I shall think them kind;

With heavy woes opprest. Like balm that heals a wounded head, 5l call to mind the days of oid, I their reproof shall find :

And wonders thou hast wrought:

My former dangers and escapes
And, in retum, my fervent pray'r
I shall for them address,

Employ my musing thought. When they are tempted and reduc'd, 6 To thee my hands in humble pray'r Like me, to sore distress.

I fervently stretch out;

My soul for thy refreshment thirsts, 6 When scalking in En-gedi's rock I to their chiefs appeal,

Like land oppress'd with drought. If one reproachful word I spoke,

7 Hear me with speed; my spirit fails; When I had pow'r to kill.

Thy face no longer hide, 7 Yet us they persecute to death;

Lest I become forlorn, like them Our scatter'd ruins lie

That in the grave reside. As thick as from the hewer's axe

8 Thy kindness early let ne hear, The sever'd splinters fly.

Whose trust on thee depends;

Teach me the way where I should go; 8 But, Lord, to thee I still direct

My soul to thee ascends. My supplicating eyes; o leave not destitute my soul,

9 Do thou, O Lord, from all my foes Whose trust on thee relies!

Preserve and set me free;

A safe retreat against their rage 9 Do thou preserve me from the snares That wicked hands have laid:

My soul implores from thee.
Let them in their own nets be caught, 10 Thou art my God, thy righteous will
While my escape is made.

Instruct me to obey;
PSALM CXLII.

Let thy good Spirit lead and keep

My soul in thy right way, mo God, with mournful voice,

11 O! for the sake of thy great Name, 1 In deep distress I pray'd; g Made him the umpire of my cause,

Revive my drooping heart; My wrongs before him laid.

For thy truth's sake, to me, distress'd,

Thy promis'd aid impart. 3 Thou didst my steps direct, When my griev'd soul despair'd;

12 In pity to my suff'rings, Lord, For where I thought to walk secure,

Reduce my foes to shame; They had their traps prepar'd.

Slay them that persecute a soul

Devoted to thy Name. 4 I look'd, but found no friend To own me in distress :

PSALM OXLIV. All refuge fail'd, no man vouchsaf'd TOR ever bless'd be God the Lord, His pity or redress.

I Who does his needful aid impart; 5 To God at last I pray'd;

At once both strength and skill afford Thou, Lord, my refuge art,

To wield my arms with warlike art.

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