17 Let thy bright rays upon us shine, Give thou our work success; The glorious work we have in hand Do thou vouchsafe to pless
HE that has God his guardian made Shall, under the Almighty's shade, Secure and undisturb'd abide: 2 Thus to my soul of him I'll say, He is my fortress and my stay,
My God, in whom I will confide. 3 His tender love and watchful care Shall free thee from the fowler's snare, And from the noisome pestilence: 4 He over thee his wings shalt spread, And cover thy unguarded head;
His truth shall be thy strong defence. 5 No terrors that surprise by night Shall thy undaunted courage fright,
Nor deadly shafts that fly by day;
6 Nor plague, of unknown rise, that kills In darkness, nor infectious ills
That in the hottest season slay. 7 A thousand at thy side shall die, At thy right hand ten thousand lie, While thy firm health untouch'd mains;
8Thou only shalt look on and see The wicked's dismal tragedy,
The thoughts of them shall make me glad, And shout with cheerful voice. 5, 6 How wondrous are thy works, O How deep are thy decrees! [Lord! Whose winding tracks, in secret laid,
No stupid sinner sees. 17 He little thinks, when wicked men, Like grass, look fresh and gay, How soon their short-liv'd splendour For ever pass away. [must
8, 9 But thou, my God, art still most And all thy lofty foes,
Who thought they might securely sin, Shall be o'erwhelm'd with woes. 10 Whilst thou exalt'st my sov'reign power,
And mak'st it largely spread: And with refreshing oil anoint'st My consecrated head.
11 I soon shall see my stubborn fues To utter ruin brought;
And hear the dismal end of those Who have against me fought.
12 But righteous men, like fruitful palms, Shall make a glorious show; re-As cedars that on Lebanon
And count the sinner's mournful gains. 9 Because, with well-plac'd confidence, Thou mak'st the Lord thy sure defence, And on the Highes. dost rely; 10 Therefore no ill shall thee befall, Nor to thy healthful dwelling shall
Any infectious plagues draw nigh. 1 For he throughout thy happy days, To keep thee safe in all thy ways,
Shall give his angels strict commands; 12 And they, lest thou should'st chance
With some rough stone to wound thy feet, Shall bear thee safely in their hands. 13 Dragons and asps that thirst for blood, And lions roaring for their food,
Beneath his conqu'ring feet shall lie: Because he lov'd and honour'd me, Therefore, says God, I'll set him free, And fix his glorious throne on high. 15 He'll call I'll answer when he calls, And rescue him when ill befalls;
Increase his honour and his wealth: 16 And when, with undisturb'd content, His long and happy life is spent, His end I'll crown with saving health.
Ho thank the Lord most high: And with repeated hymns of praise His name to magnify!
TOW good and pleasant must it be
2 With every morning's early dawn His goodness to relate; And of his constant truth, each night, The glad effects repeat.
3 To ten-string'd instruments we'll sing, With tuneful psalt'ries join'd; And to the harp, with solema sounds, For sacred use design'd.
In stately order grow.
13, 14 These, planted in the house of God, Within his courts shall thrive; Their vigour and their lustre both Shall in old age revive.
15 Thus will the Lord his justice show; And God, my strong defence, Shall due rewards to all the world Impartially dispense.
ITH glory clad, with strength ar The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns, The world's foundation strongly laid, And the vast fabric still sustains. How surely 'stablish'd is thy throne, Which shall no change nor period see! For thou, O Lord, and thou alone,
Art God from all eternity!
3, 4 The floods. O Lord, lift up their
And toss the troubled waves on high; But God abuve can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply. 5 Thy promise. Lord, is ever sure; And they that in thy house would dwell, That happy station to secure, Must still in holiness excel.
GOD, to whom revenge belongs, Thy vengeance now disclose;" Arise, thou Judge of all the earth, And crush thy haughty foes. 3, 4 How long, O Lord, shall sinful men Their solemn triumphs make? How long their wicked actions boast, And insolently speak?
5, 6 Not only they thy saints oppress, But, unprovok'd, they spill The widow's and the stranger's blood, And helpless orphans kill.
4 For through thy wondrous works, 07 Thou mak'st my heart rejoice; [Lord,
And yet the Lord shall ne'er perceive," Profanely thus they speak.
"Nor any notice of our deeds
"The God of Jacob take."
The strength of hills that reach the skies, Subjected to his empire lies.
8 At length, ye stupid fools, your wants 5 The rolling ocean's vast abyss,
Endeavour to discern:
In folly will you still proceed, And wisdom never learn?
9, 10 Can he be deaf who form'd the ear Or blind, who fram'd the eye? Shall earth's great Judge not punish those Who his known will defy ?"
11 He fathoms all the thoughts of men; To him their hearts lie bare; His eye surveys them all, and sees How vain their counsels are.
By the same sovereign right is his; Tis moved by his Almighty hand, That form'd and fix'd the solid land ?6 U let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there; Down on our knees devoutly all Before the Lord, our Maker, fall 7 For he's our God, our Shepherd he, His flock and pasture sheep are we : If then you'll, like his flock, draw near, To-day if you his voice will hear, 8 Let not your harden'd hearts renew
12 Bless'd is the man, whom thou, O Your fathers' crimes and judgments too;
In kindness dost chastise;
And by thy sacred rules to walk Dost lovingly advise.
13 This man shall rest and safety find In seasons of distress; Whilst God prepares a pit for those That stubbornly transgress.. 14 For God will never from his saints His favour wholly take; His own possession and his lot
He will not quite forsake.
15 The world shall then confess thee just In all that thou hast done;
And those that choose thy upright ways, Shall in those paths go on. 16 Who will appear in my behalf, When wicked men invade?
Or who, when sinners would oppress, My righteous cause shall plead ? 17, 18, 19 Long since had I in silence But that the Lord was near, [slept. To stay me when I slipt; when sad, My troubled heart to cheer.
20 Wilt thou who art Gnost just, Their sinful throne sustain, Who make the law a fair pretence Their wicked ends to gain? 21 Against the lives of righteous men They form their close design; And blood of innocents to spill
In solemn league combine. 22 But my defence is firmly placed In God, the Lord most high: He is my rock, to which I may For refuge always fly
23 The Lord shall cause their ill designs On their own heads to fall: He in their sins shall cut them off, Our God shail slay them all. PSALM XCV.
Nor here provoke my wrath, as they In desert plains of Meribah [mor 9 When through the wilderness they And me with fresh temptations prov'd, They still, through unbelief, rebell'd Whilst they my wondrous works beheld. 10 They forty years my patience griev'd, Though daily I their wants reliev'd. Then... 'Tis a faithless race, I said. Whose heart from me has always stray'd. 11 They ne'er will tread my righteous path;
Therefore to them, in settled wrath, Since they despis'd my rest, I sware, That they should never enter there. PSALM XCVI.
ING to the Lord a new-made song
Her common Patron's praise resound: Sing to the Lord, and bless his name, From day to day his praise proclaim,
Who us has with salvation crown'd: 3 To heathen lands his fame rehearse, His wonders to the universe 4 He's great and greatly to be prais'd In majesty and glory ais'd
Above all other deities
5 For pageantry and idols all Are they, whom gods the heathen call;
He only rules, who made the skies: 16 With majesty and honour crown'd, Beauty and strength his throne surround 7 Be therefore both to him restor'd By you, who have false gods ador'd;
Ascribe due honour to his name: 8 Peace-off'rings on his altar lay, Before his throne your homage pay,
Which he, and he alone, can claim. 9 To worship at his sacred court, Let all the trembling world resort. 10 Proclaim Jehovah reigns,
COME, loud anthems leighty King: Whese power the universe sustains,
For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise. 2 Into his presence let us haste, To thank him for his favours past; To him address, in joyful songs. The praise that to his name belongs. 3 For God the Lord, enthron'd in state, Is with unrivall'd glory, great: A King superior far to all Whom gods the heathen falsely call. 4 The depths of earth are in his hand, Her secret wealth at his command;
And banish'd justice will restore; 11 Let therefore heaven new joys confess And heavenly mirth let earth express;
Its loud applause the ocean roar; Its mute inhabitants rejoice, And for this triumph find a voice. 12 For joy let fertile valleys sing, The cheerful groves their tribute bring, The tuneful choir of birds awake, 13 The Lord's approach to celebrate; Who now sets out with awful state,
His circuit through the earth to talet
His foes around with vengeance struck; 4 His lightning set the world on blaze; Earth saw it and with terror shook. 5 The proudest hills his presence felt, Their height nor strength could help The proudest hills like wax did melt
In presence of th' Almighty Lord. 6 The heavens, his righteousness to show, With storms of fire our foes pursu'd, And all the trembling world below
Have his descending glory view'd. 7 Confounded be their impious host, Who make the gods to whom they pray; All who of pageant idols boast:
To him, ye gods, your worship pay 8 Glad Sion of thy triumph heard, And Judah's daughters were o'erjoy'd; Because thy righteous judgments, Lord, Have pagan pride and power destroy'd. 9 For thou, O God, art seated high
Above earth's potentates enthron'd; Thou, Lord, unrivall'd in the sky,
Supreme by all the gods art own'd. 10 Ve who to serve this Lord aspire, Abhor what's ill, and truth esteem; He'll keep his servants' souls entire, And them from wicked hands redeem. 11 For seeds are sown of glorious light,
A future harvest for the just; And gladness for the heart that's right, To recompense its pious trust. 12 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord; Memorials cf his holiness Deep in your faithful breasts record, And with your thankful tongues confess.
ING to the Lord a new-made song, Who wondrous things has done; With his right hand and holy arm The conquest he has won.
2 The Lord has through the astonish'd Display'd his saving might,
And made his righteous acts appear In all the heathen's sight.
3 Of Israel's house his love and truth Have ever mindful been; Wide earth's remotest parts the power Of Israel's God have seen.
4 Let therefore earth's inhabitants Their cheerful voices raise;
And all, with universal joy,
Resound their Maker's praise.
5 With harp and hymn's soft inelody, Into the concert bring
7 Let the loud ocean roar her joy With all the seas contain; The earth, and her inhabitants,
Join concert with the main.
8 With joy let riv'lets swell to streams To spreading torrents they; And echoing vales from hill to hill Redoubled shouts convey;
9 To welcome down the world's great Judge,
Who does with justice come, And with impartial equity,
Both to reward and doom.
PSALM XCIX.
JE On Cherubs' wings he sits enthron'd; EHOVAH reigns; let therefore all The guilty nations quake:
Let earth's foundations shake. 2 On Sion's hill he keeps his court, His palace makes her towers; Yet thence his sovereignty extends Supreme o'er earthly powers. 3 Let therefore all with praise address His great and dreadful name; And, with his unresisted might,
His holiness proclaim.
4 For truth and justice, in his reign,
Of strength and power take place; His judgments are with righteousness Dispens'd to Jacob's race. Therefore exalt the Lord our God; Before his footstool fall; And, with his unresisted migh His holiness extol.
6 Moses and Aaron thus of old Among his priests ador'd; Among his prophets Samuel thus His sacred name implor'd. Distress'd, upon the Lord they call'd, But, as with rev'rence they implor'd, Who ne'er their suit deny'd; He graciously reply'd.
7 For with their camp, to guide their The cloudy pillar mov'd; [march, They kept his law, and to his will
Oredient servants prov'd. 8 He answer'd them, forgiving oft His people for their sake: And those who rashly them oppos'd, 19 With worship at his sacred courts Did sad examples make.
Exalt our God and Lord; For he, who only holy is, Alone should be ador'd.
WITH one consent, let all the earth
WTo God their cheerful voices raise; Glad homage pay, with awful mirth,
And sing before him songs of praise: 3 Convinc'd that he is God alone, From whom both we and all proceed; We, whom he chooses for his own,
The flock that he vouchsafes to feed. 4 O enter then his temple gate,
Thence to his courts devoutly press And still your grateful hymns repeat, And still his name with praises bless
5 For he's the Lord supremely good,
His mercy is for ever sure; His truth, which always firmly stood, To endless ages shall endure. PSALM CI.
O mercy's never failing spring:
And steadfast judgment, I will sing; And since they both to thee belong, To thee, O Lord, address my song. 2 When, Lord, thou shalt with me reside, Wise discipline my reign shall guide; With blameless life myself I'll make A pattern for my court to take. 3 No ill design will I pursue, Nor those my fav'rites make that do: 4 Who to reproof has no regard, Him will I totally discard.
5 The private slanderer shall be In public justice doom'd by me: From haughty looks I'll turn aside, And mortify the heart of pride. 6 But honesty, call'd from her cell, In splendour at my court shall dwell: Who virtue's practice make their care, Shall have the first preferments there. 7 No politics shall recommend His country's foe to be my friend : None e'er shall to my favour rise, By flatt'ring or malicious lies.
8 All those who wicked courses take, An early sacrifice I'll make; Cut off, destroy, till none remain God's holy city to profane. PSALM CII.
WHEN I pour out my soul in prayer,
Do thou, O Lord, attend ;' To thy eternal throne of grace Let my sad cry ascend." 20 hide not thou thy glorious face In times of deep distress; Incline thine ear, and when I call, My sorrows soon redress. 3 Each cloudy portion of my life, Like scatter'd smoke expires; My shrivell'd bones are like a hearth Parch'd with continual fires.
4 My heart, like grass that feels the blast Of some infectious wind. Does languish so with grief, that scarce My needful food I mind. 5 By reason of my sad estate
I spend my breath in groans; My flesh is worn away, my skin Scarce hides my starting bones. 6 I'm like a pelican become,
That does in deserts mourn; Or like an owl that sits all day
On barren trees forlorn.
7 In watchings, or in restless dreams, The night by me is spent,
As ay those solita birds,
That lonesome roofs frequent. 8 All day by railing foes I'm made The subject of their scorn; Who all, possess'd with furious rage, Have my destruction sworn.
9 When grov'ling on the ground I lie, Oppress'd with grief and fears, My bread is strew'd with ashes o'er, My drink is mix'd with tears.
10 Because on me with double weight Thy heavy wrath doth lie; For thou, to make my fall more great, Didst lift me up on high.
11 My days, just hast'ning to their end, Are like an evening shade; My beauty does like wither'd grass, With waning lustre fade. 12 But thy eternal state, O Lord, No length of time shall waste; The mem'ry of thy wondrous works From age to age shall last.
13 Thou shalt arise, and Sion view With an unclouded face; For now her time is come, thy own Appointed day of grace.
14 Her scatter'd ruins by thy saints With pity are survey'd :
They grieve to see her lofty spires In dust and rubbish laid.
15, 16 The name and glory of the Lord All heathen kings shall fear; When he shall Sion build again,
And in full state appear.
17, 18 When he regards the poor's re quest,
Nor slights their earnest prayer; Our sons, for their recorded grace, Shall his just praise declare.
19 For God, from his abode on high, His gracious beans display'd; The Lord, from heaven, his lofty throne, Hath all the earth survey'd.
20 He listen'd to the captives' moans, He heard their mournful cry, And freed, by his resistless power, The wretches doom'd to die.
21 That they in Sion, where he dwells, Might celebrate his fame,
And through the holy city sing
Loud praises to his name:
22 When all the tribes assembling there, Their solemn vows address,
And neighb'ring lands, with glad consent, The Lord their God confess.
23 But e'er my race is run, my strength Through his fierce wrath decays; He has, when all my wishes bloom'd, Cut short my hopeful days.
24 Lord, end not thou my life, said I, When half is scarcely past; Thy years, from worldly changes free, To endless ages last.
25 The strong foundations of the earth Of old by thee were laid;
Thy hands the beauteous arch of heaven With wondrous skill have made.
26, 27 Whilst thou for ever shait endure, They soon shall pass away;
And, like a garment often worn, Shall tarnish and decay.
Like that, when thou ordain'st their change,
To thy command they bend; But thou contu'st still the saine,
Nor have thy years an end.
28 Thou to the children of thy saints Shall lasting quiet give;
Whose happy race, securely fix'd, Shall in thy presence live
M God's holy name for ever bless; Y soul, inspir'd with sacred love.
Of all his favours mindful prove,
And still thy grateful thanks express. 3, 4 Tis he that all thy sins forgives, And after sickness makes thee sound; From danger he thy life retrieves,
By him with grace and mercy crown'd. 5, 6 He with good things thy mouth supplies,
Thy vigour, eagle-like, renews; He, when the guiltless suff'rer cries, His foe with just revenge pursues. 7 God made of old his righteous ways To Moses and our fathers known; His works, to his eternal praise,
Were to the sons of Jacob shown. 8 The Lord abounds with tender love, And unexampled acts of grace; His waken'd wrath doth slowly move, His willing mercy flies apuce. 9, 10 God will not always harshly chide, But with his anger quickly part; And loves his punishments to guide More by his love than our desert. 11 As high as heaven its arch extends Above this little spot of clay. So much his boundless love transcends The small respects that we can pay. 12, 13 As far as 'tis from east to west, So far has he our sins remov'd; Who, with a father's tender breast,
Has such as fear'd him always lov'd. 14, 15 For God, who all our frame sur
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And hear and do his sacred will, 2 Ye hosts of his, this tribute pay, Who still what he ordains fulfil. 22 Let every creature jointly bless
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10 Yet thence in smaller parties drawn, The sea recovers her lost hills; And starting springs from every lawn
Surprise the vales with plenteous rills. 11 The field's tame beasts are thither led, Weary with labour, faint with drought; And asses on wild mountains bred
Have sense to find these currents out. 12 Their shady trees from scorching beams
Vield shelter to the feather'd throng;
They drink, and to the bounteous streams
Return the tribute of their song. 13 His rains from heaven parch'd hills recruit,
That soon transmit the liquid store, Till earth is burden'd with her fruit, And nature's lap can hold no more. 14 Grass, for our cattle to devour.
He makes the growth of every field: Herbs, for man's use, of various power That either food or physic yield. 15 With cluster'd grapes he crowns the vine,
To cheer man's heart, oppress'd with cares ;
Gives oil, that makes his face to shine, And corn, that wasted strength repairs
16 The trees of God, without the care Or art of man, with sap are fed: The mountain-cedar looks as fair
As those in royal gardens bred. 17 Safe in the lofty cedar's arms.
The wand'rers of the air may rest; The hospitable pine from harms
Protects the stork, her pious guest.
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