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9 Do to them as to Midian · bold,'

That wasted all the coast,
To Sisera, and, as ‘ is told

Thou didst' to Jabin's 'host,'
• When at the brook of Kishon old,

They were repulsed and slain,
10 At Endor quite cut off, and roll'd

As dung upon the plain. 11 As Zeb and Oreb evil sped,

So let their princes speed,
As Zeba, and Zalmunna bled,'

So let their princes bleed.'
12 · For they amidst their pride' have said,

By right now shall we seize
God's houses, and will now invade'

Their stately palaces.
13 My God, oh make them as a wheel,

No quiet let them find;'
Giddy and restless' let them reel

Like stubble from the wind.
14 As` when' an “ aged' wood takes fire

• Which on a sudden strays,'
The 'greedy' fame runs higher and higher

Till all the mountains blaze,
15 So with thy whirlwind them pursue,

And with thy tempest chase : 16 And till they yield thee honoar due,

Lord, fill with shame their face.
17 Ashamed, and troubled let them be,

Troubled, and shamed for ever,
Ever confounded, and so die

With shame, and’ scape it never. 18 Then shall they know, that Thou, whose name

Jehovah is alone,
Art the Most High, and Thou the same'
O'er all the earth art One.'

PSALM LXXXIV.
| How lovely are thy dwellings fair !

O Lord of Hosts, how dear
The pleasant' tabernacles are,

"Where thou dost dwell so near !

2 My soul doth long and almost die

Thy courts O Lord to see,
My heart and flesh aloud do cry,

O living God, for thee. 3 There even the sparrow 'freed from wrong'

Hath found a house of rest ;'
The swallow there, to lay her young

Hath built her brooding' nest,
Even by thy altars, Lord of Hosts,

• They find their safe abode,
And home they fly from round the coasts

Toward thee,' my King, my God. 4 Happy, who in thy house reside,

Where thee they ever praise, 5 Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide,

And in their hearts thy ways.
6 They pass through Baca's thirsty' vale,

That dry and barren ground,
As through a fruitful watery dale,

Where springs and showers abound. 7 They journey on from strength to strength

With joy and gladsome cheer,
Till all before our' God • at length'

In Zion do appear. 8 Lord God of Hosts hear ' now my prayer,

O Jacob's God give ear, 9 Thou God our shield look on the face

Of thy anointed' dear.'
10 For one day in thy courts 'to be'

Is better, and more blest,'
Than in the joys of vanity'

A thousand days ' at best.'
I in the temple of my God,

Had rather keep a door,
Than dwell in tents, and rich abode,'

With sin · for evermore.'

11 For God the Lord both sun and shield

Gives grace and glory. bright,
No good from them shall be withheld

Whose ways are just and right.

12 Lord • God' of Hosts that reign'st on high,'

That man is 'truly' blest,
Who 'only' on thee doth rely,
And in thee only rest.

PSALM LXXXV.

1 Thy land to favour graciously

Thou hast not Lord been slack,
Thou hast from hard captivity

Returned Jacob back.
2 The iniquity thou didst forgive

* That wrought' thy people woe,
And all their sin, that did thee grieve,'

Hast hid 'where none shall know.' 3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed,

And · calmly' didst return
From thy fierce wrath which we had proved

Far worse than fire to burn.
4 God of our saving health and peace,

Turn us, and us restore,
Thine indignation cause to cease

Towards us, and chide no more.' 5 Wilt thou be

angry

without end,
For ever angry thus,
Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend

From age to age on us?
6 Wilt thou not turn, and hear our voice.'

And us again revive,
That so thy people may rejoice

By thee preserv'd alive.
7 Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord,

To us thy mercy shew,
Thy saving health to us afford,

And life in us renew.'
8.' And now what God the Lord will speak'

I will go straight and hear,
For to his people he speaks peace,

And to his saints' full dear ;'
To his dear saints he will speak peace,

But let them never more
Return to folly, 'but surcease

To trespass as before.'

9 Surely to such as do him fear

Salvation is at hand,
And glory shall ere long appear

To' dwell within our land.
10 Mercy and Truth “ that long were miss'd,'

Now ‘joyfully’ are met,
Sweet' Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd,

· And hand in hand are set.
11 Truth from the earth, - like to a flower,

Shall bud and blossom 'then,'
And Justice from her heavenly bower

Look down on mortal men.' 12 The Lord will also then bestow

Whatever thing is good,
Our land shall forth in plenty throw

Her fruits to be our food.'
13 Before him Righteousness shall go

‘His royal habinger,
Then will he come, and not be slow,

His footsteps cannot err.

PSALM LXXXVI.

1 Thy gracious' ear, O Lord, incline,

O hear me ' I thee pray;'
For I am poor, and almost pine

With need, and sad decay.'
2 Preserve my soul, for I have trod

Thy ways, and love the just,
Save thou thy servant, O my God,

Who 'still’in thee doth trust.
3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
4 I call; O make rejoice
Thy servant's soul; for Lord to thee
I lift
my

soul "and voice.'
5 For thou art good, thou Lord art prone

To pardon, thou to all
Art full of mercy, thou 'alone'

To them that on thee call. 6 Unto my supplication, Lord,

Give ear, and to the cry

6

Of my 'incessant' prayers afford

Thy hearing graciously.
I in the day of my distress,

Will call on thee · for aid ;
For thou wilt 'grant' me ‘free access,

And’ answer · what I pray'd.'
8 Like thee among the Gods is none,

O Lord, nor any works
• Of all that other Gods have done

Like to thy 'glorious' works.
9 The nations all whom thou hast made

Shall come, and all shall frame'
To bow them low before thee, Lord,

And glorify thy name.
10 For great thou art, and wonders great

By thy strong hand are done,
Thou ‘in thy everlasting seat'

Remainest God alone. 11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way 'most right;

I in thy truth will bide,
To fear thy name my heart unite,

So shall it never slide.
12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
• Thee honour and adore'

whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore. 13 For great thy mercy is toward me,

And thou hast freed my soul,
Even from the lowest Hell set free,

• From deepest darkness foul.' 14 O God, the proud against me rise,

And violent men are met
To seek my life, and in their eyes

No fear of thee have set.
15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild,

Readiest thy grace to shew,
Slow to be angry, and · art styled'

Most merciful, most true.
16 O turn to me thy face at length '

And me have mercy on,

With my

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