Imágenes de páginas

And say, “At last we found him out, 1 Whilst pride's insulting foot would " He did it in our sight

spurn, 22 But thou, who dost both them and And wicked hands my life surprise,

With righteous eyes survey, [me 12 Their mischief's on themselves return; Assert my innocence, ( Lord,

Down, down they're fallin no more lo And keep not far away

rise. 23 Stir up thyself in my behalf;

PSALM XXXVII. To judgment, Lord, awake ;


THOUGH wicked men grow rich or Thy righteous servant's cause, O God,

great, To thy decision take

Yet let not their successful state 24 Lord, as my heart has upright been, Thy anger or thy envy raise ; Let me thy justice find;

2 For they, cut down like tender grass, Nor let my cruel foes obtain

Orlike young flowers, away shall pass, The triumph they design'd.

Whose blooming beauty soon decays 25 O! let them not, amongst themselves, 3 Depend on God, and him obey, In boasuing language say,

So thou within the land shalt stay, "At length our wishes are complete ; Secure from danger and from want : * At last he's made our prey.

4 Make his commands thy chiet deligh; 26 Let such as in my harm rejoic'd, And he, thy duty to requite, For shame their faces hide:

Shall all thy earnest wishes grant. And foul dishonour wait on those 5 In all thy ways trust thou the Lord, That proudly ine defy'd

And he will needful help afford, 27 Whilst they with cheerful voices shout, To perfect every just design; Whu my juist cause befriend;

6 He'll make. Jike light, serene and clear And bless the Lord, who loves to make Thy clouded innocence appear. Success his saints attend.

And as a mid-day sun to shine. 28 So shall my tongue thy judgments 7 With quiet mind on God depend, sing,

And patiently for hiin attend; Inspir'd with grateful joy:

Nor let thy anger fonally rise, And cheerful hymus, in praise of thee, Though wicked unen with wealth abound, Shall all my days employ.

And with success the plots are crown'd

Which they maliciously devise.

8 From anger cease, and wrath forsako' Micrafty of. with Aate'ring art, Let no ungovern d passion make

His wicked purpose would disguise; Thy wav'ring heart espouse their But reason whispers to my heart,

crime; He ne'er sets God before bis eyes.

9 For God shall sinful men destroy ; 2 He sooths himself, retir'd from sight; Whilst only they the land enjoy:

Secure he thinks his treach'rous game; Who trust on him, and wait his time Till his dark plots, expos'd to light, 10 How soon shall wicked men decay!

Their false contriver brand with shame. Their place shall vanish quite away, 3 In deeds he is niy foe conless'd.

Nor bv ne strictest search be found; Whilst with his tongue he speaks me 11 Whilst humble souls possess tha fair ;

earth, True wisdom's banish'd from his breast, Rejoicin still with godly mirth.

And vice has sole dominion there. With eace and plenty always crown'd. 4 His wakeful malice spends the night

PART 11 In forging his accurs'd designs ; 12 While sinful crowds, with false de. His obstinate ungen'rous spite

sign, No execrable means declines

Against the righteous few combine 5 But, Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope, And gnash their teeth and threat'ning Above the heavenly orb ascends;

stand; Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd scope 13 God shall their empty plots deride,

Beyond the spreading sky extends. And laugh at their defeated pride : 6 Thy justice like the hills remains; He sees their ruin near at hand.

Unfathom'd depths thy judgments are; 14 They draw the sword, and bend the Thy providence the world sustains : The poor and needy to o'erthrow, [bow, The whole creation is thy care

And men of upright lives to slay; 7 Since of thy goodness all partake, 15 But their strong bows shall soon bo With what assurance should the just

broke, Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make, Their sharpen'd weapon's mortal stroke

And saints to thy protection trust! Through their own hearts shall force 8 Such guests shall to thy courts be led,

its way, To banquet on thy love's repast; 16 A little, with God's favour bless'd, And drink, as from a fountain's head, That's by one righteous man possessid, Of joys that shall for ever last

The wealth of many bad excels; 9 With thee the springs of life remain ; 17 For God supports the just man'a Thy presence is eternal day :

cause ; 10 O let thy saints thy favour gain; But as for those that break his laws,

To upright hearts thy truth display. Their unsuccessful power he quells,

31. While sinners, brought to sad decay, (TXchastning wrath, O Lord, re.

18 His constant care the upright guides, 37 Observe the perfect man with care, And over all their life presides;

And mark all such as upright are ; Their portion shall for ever last :

Their roughest days in peace shall ends 19 They, when distress o'erwhelms the 38 While on the latter end of those earth,

Who dare God's sacred will oppose, Shall be innovd, and even in dearth A common ruin shall attend.

The happy fruits of plenty taste. 39 God to the just will aid afford; 20 Not so the wicked man, and those Their only safeguard is the Lord; Who prondly dare God's will oppose; Their strength in time of need is he:

Destruction is their hapless share: 40 Because on him they still depend, Like fat of lambs, their hopes, and they, The Lord will timely succour send, Shall in an instant melt away,

And from the wicked set them free. And vanish into smoke and air



Though ; (strain, Still borrow on, and never pay,

Nor let at once on me the storm
The just have will and power to give ; Of thy displeasure fall.
22 For such as God vouchsafes to bless, 2 In every wretched part of me
Shall peaceably the earth possess;

Thy arrows deep remain ;
And those he curses shall not live. Thy heavy hand's a ficting weight
23 The good man's way is God's de-

I can no more sustain He orders all the steps aright [light; 3 My flesh is one continued wound,

Of him that moves by his command; Thy wrath so fiercely glows; 24 Though he sometimes may be dis- Betwixt my punishment and guilt tressid,

My bones have no repose. Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd;

4 My sins, which to a deluge swell, For God upholds him with his hand. My sinking head o'erflow, 25 From my first youth, till age pre- And, for my feeble strength to bear, vailid,

Too vast a burden grow. I never saw the righteous faild, 5 S'ench and corruption fill my wounds,

Or want o'ertake his numerous race ; My folly's just return; 26 Because compassion fill'd his heart, 6 With trouble I am warp'd and bow'd, And he did cheerfully impart,

And all day long 1 mourn. God made his offspring's wealth in- 7 A loath'd disease afflicts my lolns, crease .

Inserting every part ; 27 With caution shum each wicked deed, 8 With sickness worn, 1 groan and roat In virtue's ways with zeal proceed, Through anguish of my heart. And so prolong your happy days;

PART II. 28 For God, who judgment loves, does 9 But, Lord, before thy searching eyes Preserve his saints secure from ill, (still

All my desires appear; While soon the wicked race decays.

And sure my groans have been too loud, 29, 30, 31 The upright shall possess the Not to have reach'd thine car. land;

10 My heart's oppress'd, my strength His portion shall for ages stand;

My His mouth with wisdom is supply'd ;

eyes depriv'd of light: (decay d,

11 Friends, lovers, kinsmen gaze aloof His tongue by rules of judgment moves ; On such a dismal sight. His heart the law of God approves : 12 Meanwhile, the foes that seek my life Therefore his footsteps never slide. Their snares to take me set; PART IV.

Vent slanders, and contrive all day 32 In wait the watchful sinner lies,

To forge some new deceit: In vain the righteous to surprise ;

13 But I, as if both deaf and dumb, In vain his ruin does decree:

Nor heard, nor once reply'd; 33 God will not him defenceless leave, .14 Quite deaf and dumb, like one whose To his revenge expos'd, but save;

tongue And, when he's sentenc'd, set him With conscious guilt is tyd. free

15 For, Lord, to thee I do appeal, 34 Wait still on God; keep his com- Mine innocence to clear ; And thou, exalted in the land, (mand, Assur'd that thou, the righteous God,

Thy bless'd possession ne'er shall quit: My injur'd cause will bear. The wicked soon

destroy'd shall be, 16 "Hear me," said 1, "lest my proud And at his dismal tragedy

" A spiteful joy display; [Coes Thou shalt a safe spectator sit. “ Insulting, if they see my foot 35 The wicked I in power have seen, " But once to go astray." And, like a bay tree, fresh and That spreads its pleasant branches


17 And, with continual grief oppressid,

To sink I now begin; round

18 To thee, O Lord, I will confess, 36 But he was gone as swift as thought; To thee bewail my sin. And, though in every place I sought, 19 But whilst I languish, my proud for No sign or track of him I found.

Their strength and vigour boast;


And they that hate me without cause 3 The wonders he for me has wrought Are grown a dreadful nost.

Shall fill my mouth with songs of 20 Even they whom I oblig'd, return

praise ; My kindness with despite ;

And others, to his worship brought And are my enemies, because

To hopes of like deliv'rance raise. I choose the path that's right. 4 For blessings shall that man reward, 21 Forsake me not, O Lord my God, Who on the Almighty Lord relies; Nor far from me depart;

Who treats the proud with disregard, 22 Make haste to my relief, O thou, And hates the hypocrite's disguise. Who my salvation art.

5 Who can the wondrous works recount

Which thou. () God, for us hast

wrought ?
ESOLV'D to watch o'er all my The treasures of thy love surmount

The power of numbers, specchi, and 1 curb'd my hasty words, when I

thought. The wicked prosp'rous saw.

6 I've leant that thou hast not desir'd 2 Like one that's fumb, 1 silent stood,

Oftrings and sacrifice alone ; And did my tongue refrain

Nor blood of guiltless beasts requir'd From good discourse ; but that restraint For man's transgression to atone. Increns'd my in ward pain.

7 I therefore come...come to fulfil 3 My heart did glow' with working The oracles thy books impart;

And no repose could take ; (thoughts, 8 "Tis my delight to do thy will; Till strong reflection fann'd the fire, Thy law is written in my heart, And at length 1 spake :

PART II. 4 Lord, let me know my term of days, 9 in full assemblies I have told How soon my life will end :

Thy truth and righteousness at large : The nuin'rous trein of ills disclose, Nordid, thou know'st, my lips withhold Which this frail state attend.

From uttering what thou gav'st in 5 My life, thou know'st, is but a span;

charge : A cypher sms my years;

10 Nor kept within my breast confin'd And every man, in best estate,

Thy faithtulness and saving grace; But vanity appears.

But preach'd thy love, for all designd, 6 Man, like a shadow, vainly walks, That all might that, and truth, emWith fruitless cares oppress'd;

brace Ile heaps up wealth, but cannot tell 11 Then let those mercies I declar'd By whom 't will be possessid,

To others. Lord, extend to me; 7 Why then should I worthless toys Thy loving-kindness my rewari, With anxious cares attend ?

l'hy truth my safe protection be. On thee alone my steadfast hope

12 For 1 with troubles am distress'd, Shall ever, Lord, depend.

Too numberless for me to bear; 8, 9 Forgive my sins; nor let me scorn'd Nor less with loads of guilt oppressid, By foolish sinners be ;

That plunge and sink me to despair. or I was dumb, and murmur'd not, As soon, alas"! may I recount Becalise 'twas done Ly thee.

The hairs of this afflicted head; O The dreadul burden of thy wrath My vanquish'd courage they surmount, In mercy soon remove;

And fiil my drooping soul with dread. Lest my frail flesh, too weak to bear

PART 111
The heavy load should prove.

13 But, Lord, to my relief draw near, 11 For when thou chast 'nest man for sin, For never was more pressing need; Thou mak'st his beauty fade,

In my deliv'rance, Lord, appear, (So vain a thing is lie) like cloth

And aid to that deliv'rance speed. By frelting moth decay'd.

14 Confusion on their heads return, 12 Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears,

Who to destroy my soul combine; And listen to my prayer,

Let them, defeated, blush and moun, Who sojourn like a stranger here,

Eusnar'd in their own vile design. As all my fathers were

15 Their doom let desolation be 13 O! spare me yet a little time;

With shame their malice be repaid, My wasted strength restore,

Who moch'd my confidence in thee, Before I vanish quite from hence,

And sport of my afliction made. And shall be seen no more.

16 While ulose who tumbly seek thy PSALM XL.

To joyful triumphis shall be rais d; I : WAITED meekly for the Lord, And all wino prize ihy saving grace,

With me resound, The Lord b. Who did his gracious ear afford, (cry.

And heard from lieuven my huimile 17 Thus, wretched though I om and 2 He took me from the dismisal pit,

poor, When founder'd deep in miry clay;

Of me th' Almighty Lord takes care : On solid ground he plac'd my feet, Thou God, who only canst restore, All suffered moliny stops tu strav. To my relief with speed repair.




my fame;


And led the joyful sacred throng, CAPPY the man whose tender care

That kept the festal day.

: 5 Why restless, why cast down, um When troubles compass him around,

Trust God; who will employ (soul? The Lord shall give him rest.

His aid for thee, and change these sigts 2 The Lord his life, with blessings 6 My soul's cast down, 6 God! but

To thankful hymns of joy.
In safety shall prolong; (crown'd,
And disappoint the will of those

thinks That seek to do him wrong

On thee and Sion still; 3 If he in languishing estate,

From Jordan's bank, from Hermon's Oppress'd with sickness lie ;

And Mizar's humbler hill. [heights,

7 One trouble calls another on, The Lord will easy make his bed, And inward strength supply.

And, gath'ring o'er my head, 4 Secure of this, to thee, my God,

Fall spouting down, till roun/ my soul I thus my prayer address d ;

A roaring sea is spread. " Lord, for thy mercy, heal my soul,

8 But when thy presence, Lord of life, “Though I have much transgress'd."

Has once dispeld this storm, 5 My cruel foes, with sland'rous words

To thee I'll midnight anthems sing, Altempt to wound

And all my vows perform. " When shall he die," say they," and

9 God of my strength, how long shall I, " Forget his very name ?" (men

Like one forgotten, mourn 6 Suppose they formal visits make,

Forlorn, forsaken, and expos'd 'Tis all but empty show,

To my oppressor's scorn ? They gather mischief in their hearts,

10 My heart is pierod, as with a sword, And vent it where they go.

While thus my foes upbraid

" Vain boaster, where is now thy God? 7, With private whispers, such as To hurt me they devise : (these,

"And where his promis'd aid ?" "A sore disease afflicts him now;

11 Why restless, why cast down, my " He's fallin, no more to rise. "

soul? 9 My own familiar bosom-friend, Hope still; and thou shalt sing On whom I most rely'd,

The praise of him who is thy God, Has me, whose daily guest he was,

Thy health's eternal spring With open scorn del'y'd.

PSALM XLIII. 10 Buterlicu moyen de and wretched state, Just goedige of leav’n, against my And raise me up, that all their crimes Do thou assert y injur'd right; May meet their just reward.

O set me free, my God, from those 11 By this I know thy gracious ear That in deceit and wrong delight. Is open, when I call;

2 Since thou art still my only stay, Because thou suffer'st not my foes

Why leav'st thou ine in deep distress? To triumph in my fall.

Why go I mourning all the day, 12 Thy tender care secures my life Whilst me insulting foes oppress? From danger and disgrace ;

3 Let me with light and truth be blest; And thou vouch saf'st to set me still Be these my guides to lead ihe way, Before thy glorious face

Till on thy holy bill I rest, 13 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God And in thy sacred temple pray. From age to age be bless'd;

4 Then wall I there fresh altars raise And all the people's glad applause

To God, who is my only joy; With loud Amens expressid

And well-tund harps, with songs of PSALM XLII


Shall all my grateful hours employ.
S pants the hart for cooling streams 5 Why then cast down, my soul and

why So longs my soul, O God, for thee,

So much oppress'd with anxious care? And thy refreshing grace

On God, thy God, for aid rely,
2 For thee, my God, the living God, Who will thy ruin'd state repair.

My thirsty soul doth pine ;
O! when shall I lehold thy face,

Thou Majesty Divine ?

LORD, our fathers oft have told 3 Tears are my constant food, while thus

in our attentive cars, Insulting foes upbraid;

Thy wonders, in their days performid, " Deluded wretch where's now thy

And elder times than theirs :
God ?

2 How thou, to plant them here, didst “ And where his promis'd aid ?"

The heathen from this land, (drive 4. I sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts Dispeopled by repeated strokes Those happy days present,

Or thy arenging hand. When I, with troops of pious friends, 3 For not their couruge, nor their sword, Thy temple did frequent

To them possession gave When I advanc'd with songs of praise, Nor strength, that from urrequal foret My solemn vows to pay,

Their fainting troops could save :

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
« AnteriorContinuar »