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2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat,
In secret how exactly wrought, And, with thy love inspir’d,
Ere from its dark enclosure brought. The praises of thy truth repeat,
16 Thou didst the shapeless embryo see, O'er all thy works admir'd.
Its parts were register'd by thee; 3 Thou graciously inclin’dst thine ear, Thou saw'st the daily growth they took, When I to thee did cry ;
Form'd by the model of thy book. And when my soul was press’d with fear, 17 Let me acknowledge too, O God, Didst inward strength supply.
That since this maze of life I trod, 4 Therefore shall every earthly prince Thy thoughts of love to me surmount Thy name with praise pursue,
The power of numbers to recount. Whom these admir'd events convince
18 Far sooner could I reckon o'er That all thy works are true,
The sands upon the ocean's shore; 5 They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord, Each morn revising what I've done, With cheerful songs shall bless;
I find th' account but new begun. And all thy glorious acts record,
19 The wicked thou shalt slay, O God : Thy awful power confess.
Depart from me ye men of blood, 6 For God, although enthron’d on high, 20 Whose tongues heaven's Majesty profane, Does thence the poor respect ;
And take th' Almighty's name in vain. The proud far off his scornful eye
21 Lord, hate not I their ima pious crew, Beholds with just neglect.
Who thee with enmity pursue?
When reprobates thy laws transgress!
Shall utmost hatred have from me;
As if they were my foes profest. And, mindful of his favours past,
23, 24 Search, try, o God, my thoughts and Shall his own work complete.
heart, PSALM CXXXIX.
If mischief lurks in any part ; HOU, Lord, by strictest search hast Correct me where I go astray, known
And guide me in thy perfect way. My rising up and lying down;
RESERVE me, Lord, from crafty foes,
On open mischief bent.
In sharpness does exceed; 5 Surrounded by thy power I stand ; Between their lips the gall of asps On every side I find ihy hand:
And adder's venom breed. 6 O) skill, for human reach too high! 4 Preserve me, Lord, from wicked hands, Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!
Nor leave my soul forlorn, 7 O could I so perfidious be,
A prey to sons of violence,
Who have my ruin sworn.
And spread their wily net; 8 If up to heaven I take my flight,
With traps and gios, where'er I move, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; I find my steps beset. If down to hell's infernal plains,
6 But thus environ’d with distress, 'Tis there Almighty vengeance reigns.
Thou art my God, I said; 9 If I the morning's wings could gain, Lord, hear my supplicating voice, And fly beyond the western main,
That calls to thee for aid. 10 Tly switter hand would first arrive, 7 O Lord, the God whose saving strength And there arrest thy fugitive.
Kind succour did convey,
In battle's doubtful day ;
To answer their desire ; 12 T'he veil of night is no disguise,
Lest they, encourag'd by success,
Of their injustice mourn;
Upon themselves return. Each single thread in nature's loom,
10 Let them who kindle first the flame, Bv thee was cover'd in the womb.
Its sacrifice become; 14 I'll praise thee, from whose hands I came, The pit they digg'd for me be made A work of such a curious fi'ame;
Their own untiinely tomb. The wonders thou in me hast shown,
11 Though slander's breath may raise a storm, My soil with gratelul joy must own.
It quickly will decay ; 15 Thine eyes my substance did survey, Their rage does but the torrent swell, 19 yet a lifless muss it lay,
That bears themselves away.
, to my ery
There Lord, my cries ascend,
i2 God will assert the poor man's cause,
Thy wonted audience lend;
In thy accustom’d faith and truth
A gracious answer send.
2 Nor at thy strict trilunal bring O haste to my
Thy servant to be try'd; And with accustom'd pity hear
For in thy sight no living man Tbe accents of my grief.
Can e'er be justified. 2 Instead of off'rings, let my prayer
3 The spiteful foe pursues my life, Like morning incense rise;
Whose comforts all are fled; My lifted hand supply the place
He drives me into caves as dark Of evening sacrifice.
As mansions of the dead. 3 From hasty language curb my tongue, 4 My spirit therefore iş o'erwhelm’d, And let a constant guard
And sinks within my breast; Still keep the portal of my lips
My mcurnful heart grows desolate, With wary silence barr'd.
With heavy woes opprest. 4 From wicked men's designs and deeds 5 I call to mind the days of old, My heart and hands restrain;
And wonders thou hast wrought; Nor let me in the booty share
My former dangers and escapes Of their unrighteous gain.
Employ my musing thought.
I fervently stretch out;
Like land oppress'd with drought.
7 Hear me with speed; my spirit fails; I shall for them address,
T'hy face no longer hide, When they are tempted and reduc'd, Lest I become forlorn, like them Like me, to sore distress.
That in the grave reside. 6 When skulking in Engedi's rock,
8 Thy kindness early let me hear, I to their chiefs appeal,
Whose trust on thee depends ; If one reproachful word I spoke,
Teach me the way where I should go; Then I had power to kill.
My soul to thee ascends. 7 Yet us they persecute to death;
9 Do thou, O Lord, from all my foes Our scatter'd ruins lie
Preserve and set me free; As thick as from the hewer's axe
A safe retreat against their rage The sever'd splinters fly.
My soul implores from thee. 8 But, Lord, to thee I still direct
10 Thou art my God, thy righteous will My supplicating eyes,
Instruct me to obey ; O leave not destitute my soul,
Let thy good spirit lead and keep Whose trust on thee relies.
My soul in thy right way.
Revive my drooping heart;
Thy promis’d aid in part.
12 In pity to my suff'rings, Lord,
Reduce my foes to shame; O God, with mournful voice,
Slay them that persecute a soul
Devoted to thy name. 2 Made him the umpire of my cause,
OR ever bless'd be God the Lord,
At once both strength and skill afford,
To wield my arms with warlike art. 4 I look’d, but found no friend
2 His goodness is my fort and tower, To own me in distress;
My strong deliv'rance, and my shield; All refuge fail'd, no man vouchsaf'
In bim I trust, whose matchless power His pity or redress.
Makes to my gway fierce nations yield. 5 To God at last I pray'd;
3 Lord, what's in man, that thou shouldst love Thou, Lord, my refuge art,
Of him such tender care to take? My portion in the land of life,
What in his offspring could thee move Till life itself depart.
Such great account of him to make? 6 Reduc'd to greatest straits,
4 The life of man does quickly fade, To thee I make my moan;
His thoughts but empty are and vain, O save me from oppressing foes,
His days are like a flying shade, For me too powerful grown.
Of whose short stay no signs remain. 7 That I may praise thy name,
5 In solemn state, o God, descend, My scut from prison bring;
Whilst heaven its lofty head inclines; Whilst of thy kind regard to me
The smoaking hills asunder rend, Assembied saints shall sing.
Of thy approach the awful signs.
6 Discharge thy awful'lightnings round, And thy great power, by all admir'd,
And make thy scatter'd foes retreat ; Their lofty subject make.
Shall thus to all be known;
Thy boundless power my foes to quell, With public splendour shown.
Of threat'ning waves, that proudly swell. Shall stand for ever fast ;
His boundless sway no end shall see,
But time itself outlast. Who, though in solemn leagues they close,
PART II. Their sworn engagements ne'er maintain. 14, 15 The Lord does them support that falty 9 Sol to thee, O King of kings,
And makes the prostrate rise ; In new-made hymns my voice shall raisc, For his kind aid all creatures call, And instruments of many strings
Who timely food supplies. Shall help me thus to sing thy praise : 16 Whate'er their various wants require, 10 “ God does to kings his aid afford,
With open hand he gives ; “To them his sure salvation sends; And so fulfils the just desire “ 'Tis he that from the murdring sword Of every thing that lives. “ His servant David still defends."
17, 18 How holy is the Lord, how just, 11 Fight thou against my foreign foes, How righteous all his ways!
Whoutter spceches false and vain ; How nigh to him, who with firm trust Who, though in solemn leagues they close, For his assistance prays!
Their sworn engagements ne'er maintain. 19 He grants the full desires of those 12 Then our young sous like trees shall grow, Who him with fear adore;
Well planted in some fruitful place; And will their troubles soon compose, Our daughters shall like pillars show,
When they his aid implore. Design'd some royal court to grace. 20 The Lord preserves all those with care, 13 Our garners, fill'd with various store, Whom grateful love employs;
Shall us and ours with plenty feed; But sinners, who his vengeance dare, Our sheep, increasing more and more,
With furious rage destroys.
Shall still advance his fame;
For ever bless his name.
PSALM CXLVI. 15 Thrice happy is that people's case, Whose various blessings thus abound;
Praise the Lord, and thou, my soul,
For ever bless his name:
3 On kings, the greatest sons of men,
Let pone for aid rely ; "HEE I will bless, my God and King, They cannot save in dangʻrous times,
Nor timely help apply. This tribute daily I will bring,
4 Depriv'd of breath, to dust they turn, And ever bless thy name.
And there neglected lie;
Together with them die.
For his protector takes; . Renown'd for mighty acts, thy fame Who still, with well-plac'd hope, the Lord To future time extends;
His constant refuge makes. From age to age thy glorious name
6 The Lord, who made both heaven and earth, Successively descends.
And all that they contain, $, 0 Whilst I thy glory and renown,
Will never quit his steadfast truth, And wondrous works express,
Nor make his promise vain. The world with me thy might shall own, 7 The poor, opprest, from all their wrongs And thy great power confess.
Are eas'd by his decree; 7 The praise that to thy love belongs, He gives the hungry needful food, They shall with joy proclaim;
And sets the pris'ners free. Tby truth of all their grateful songs
8 By him the blind receive their sight, Shall be the constant theme.
The weak and fall’n he rears ; 8 The Lord is good; tresh acts of grace With kind regard and tender love Ilis pity still supplies:
He for the righteous cares. Ilis anger moves with slowest pace,
9 The strangers he preserves from harm, Flis willing mercy flies.
The orphan kindly treats;
Of wicked men defeats.
Is our eternal King:
Let all his praises sing.
His praise your song employ
Your voices raise,
And Seraphim, To praise his holy name.
To sing his praise. 2 His holy city God will build,
3,4 Thou moon, that rulst the night, Though levell’d with the ground;
And sun, that guid'st the day, Bring back his people, though dispers'd Ye glitt'ring stars of light, Through all the nations round.
To him your homage pay: 3, 4 He kindly heals the broken hearts,
His praise declare, And all their wounds does close;
Ye heavens above, He tells the number of the stars,
And clouds that move Their several names he knows.
In liquid air. 5, 6 Great is the Lord, and great his power, 5, 6 Let Them adore the Lordy His wisdom has no bound;
And praise his holy name, The meek he raises, and throws down By whose Almighty word The wicked to the ground.
They all from nothing came; 7 To God, the Lord, a hymn of praise
And all shall last, With grateful voices sing ;
From changes free; To songs of triumph tune the harp,
His firm decree And strike each warbling string.
Stands ever fast. 8 He covers heaven with clouds, and thence 7, 8 Let earth her tribute pay, Refreshing rain bestows;
Praise him ye dreadful whales, Through him, on mountain tops, the grass And fish that through the sea With wondrous plenty grows.
Glide swift with glitt'ring scales; 9 He savage beasts, that loosely range,
Fire, hail, and snow, With timely food supplies ;
And misty air, He feeds the raven's tender brood,
And winds that, where And stops their hungry cries.
He bids them, blow. 10 He values not the warlike steed, 9, 10 By hills and mountains, all But does his strength disdain ;
In grateful concert join'd; The nimble foot that swiftly runs
By cedars stately tall, No prize from him can gain.
And trees for fruit design'd; 11 But he to him that fears his name
By every beast, His tender love extends;
And creeping thing, To him that on his boundless grace
And fowl of wing, With steadfast hope depends.
His name be blest. 12, 13 Let Sion and Jerusalem
11,12 Let all of royal birth, To God their praise address ;
With those of humbler frame,
His matchless praise proclaim :
Let youths with maids, With finest wheat they're fed;
And hoary heads He speaks the word, and what he wills
With children join. Is done as soon as said.
13 United zeal be shown, 16 Large flakes of snow, like fleecy wool, His wondrous fame to raise, Descend at his command;
Whose glorious name alone And hoary frost, like ashes spread,
Deserves our endless praise: Is scatter'd o'er the land.
Earth's utmost ends 17 When, join'd to these, he does his hail His power obey ; * In little morsels break,
His glorious sway Who can against his piercing cold
The sky transcends. Secure defences make ?
14 His chosen saints to grace, 18 He sends his word, which melts the ice; He sets them up on high, He makes his wind to blow;
And favours Israel's race, And soon the streams, congeal'd before, Who still to him are nigh: In plenteous currents flow.
O therefore raise 19 By him his statutes and decrees
Your grateful voice, To Jacob's sons were shown;
And still rejoice And still to Israel's chosen seed
The Lord to praise. His righteous laws are known. 20 No other nation this can boast;
PSALM CXLIX.' Nor did he e'er afford
Praise ye the Lord, To heathen lands his oracles,
Prepare your glad voice, And knowledge of his word.
Assembly to sing :
In our great Creator
Let Israel rejoice;
And children of Sion Exalt your Maker's fame;
Be glad in their King,
3, 4 Let them his great name
16 Let all that vital breath enjoy', Extol in the dance;
The breath he does to them afford, With timbrel and harp
In just returns of praise employ: His praises express;
Let every creature praise the Lord, Who always takes pleasure
His saints to advance, And with his salvation
The God whom we adore, Their mouths fill’d with praises
Be glory, as it was, is now, Of him, their great King;:
And shall be evermore. Whilst a two-edged sword
As Psalm 25. Their right hand shall wield; 7,8 Just vengeance to take
To God the Father, Son, For injuries past;
And Spirit, glory be; To punish those lands
As'twas, and is, and shall be so For ruin design'd;
To all eternity
As Psalm 100.
To Father, Son; and Holy Ghost,
The God whom earth and heaven adore, 9 Thus shall they make good,
Be glory, as it was of old, When them they destroy,
Is now, and shall be evermore.
As Psalm 37.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom heaven's triumphant host; O therefore for ever
Anel suff’ring saints on earth adore, Exalt his great name.
Be glory, as in ages pasta
As now it is, and so shall last,
When time itself shall be no more.
As Psalm 148.
To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit ever bless'd, 2 Praise him for all the mighty acts
Eternal Three in One, Which he in our behalf has done;
All worship be address’d; His kindness this return exacts,
As heretofore With which odir praise should equal run.
It was, is now, 3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice
And shall be so Make rocks and hills his praise rebound;
For evermore. Praise him with harp's melodious poise,
As' Psalm 149. And gentle psalt'ry's silver sound. 4 Let virgin troops soft timbrels bring,
By angels in heaven And some with graceful motion dance;
every degree, Let instruments of various string,
And saints upon earth, With organs join'd, his praise advance.
All praise be address'd 5 Let them who joyful hymns compose,
To God in Three Personş, To cymbals set their songs of praise;
One God ever bless'd; Cymbals of common use, and those
As it has been, now is, That loudly sound on solemn days.
And always shall be.