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Between both troops, a virgin-train

with voice and timbrel charm’d the ear. 26 This was the burthen of their song :

- In full assemblies bless the Lord; “ All who to Israel's tribes belong,

“ of Israel's God the praise record.” 27 Nor little Benjamin alone

from neighb’ring bounds did there attend, Nor only Judah’s nearer throne

her counsellors in state did send ; But Zebulon's remoter seat,

and Naphtali's more distant coast, The grand procession to complete,

sent up their tribes, a princely host. 28 Thus God to strength and union brought

our tribes, at strife till that blest hour; This work, which thou, O God, hast wrought,

confirm with fresh recruits of power. 29 To visit Salem, Lord, descend,

and Sion, thy terrestrial throne; Where kings with presents shall attend,

and thee with offer'd crowns atone, 30 Break down the spearmen's ranks, who threat

like pamper'd herds of savage might: Their silver-armour'd chiefs defeat,

who in destructive war delight. 31 Egypt shall then to God stretch forth

her hands, and Afric homage bring ; 32 The scatter'd kingdoms of the earth

their common sov'reign's praises sing; 33 Who, mounted on the loftiest sphere

of ancient heaven, sublimely rides; From whence his dreadful voice we hear,

like that of warring winds and tides. 34 Ascribe the power to God most high:

of humble Israel he takes care; Whose strength, from out the dusky sky,

darts shining terrors through the air. 35 How dreadful are the sacred courts,

where God has fix'd his earthly throne !
His strength his feeble saints supports,
to give God praise, and him alone.

PSALM LXIX.
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me, O God, from waves that roll,
And press to overwhelm my soul :
2 With painful steps in mire I tread,

And deluges o’erflow my head. .
3 With restless cries my spirits faint,

My voice is hoarse with long complaint ;
My sight decays with tedious pain,
Whilst for my God I wait in vain.

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4 My hairs, though num'rous, are but few,

Compar'd with foes that me pursue
With groundless hate ; grown now of might
To execute their lawless spite.
They force me guiltless, to resign,

As rapine, what by right was mine: 5 Thou, Lord, my innocence dost see,

Nor are my sins conceal'd from thee. 6 Lord God of hosts, take timely care,

Lest, for my sake, thy saints despair; 7 Since I have suffer'd for thy name

Reproach, and hid my face in shame: 8 A stranger to my country grown,

Nor to my nearest kindred known;
A foreigner, expos'd to scorn

By brethren of my mother born.
9 For zeal to thy lov'd house and name

Consumes me like devouring flame;
Concern'd at their affronts to thee,

More than at slanders cast on me. 10 My very tears and abstinence

They construe in a spiteful sense : 11 When cloth'd with sackcloth for their sake,

They me their common proverb make. 12 Their judges at my wrongs do jest,

Those wrongs they ought to have redress'd:
How should I then expect to be

From libels of lewd drunkards free? 13 But, Lord, to thee I will repair

For help, with humble, timely prayer ;
Relieve me from thy mercy's store;

Display thy truth's preserving power. 14 From threatning dangers me relieve,

And from the mire my feet retrieve;
From spiteful foes in safety keep,

And snatch me from the raging deep. 15 Control the deluge, ere it sprea

And roll its waves above my head ;
Nor deep destruction's open pit

To close her jaws on me permit.
16 Lord, hear the humble prayer I make,

For thy transcending goodness' sake;
Relieve thy supplicant once more

From thy abounding mercy's store. 17 Nor from thy servant hide thy face;

Make haste, for desperate is my case; 18 Thy timely succour interpose,

And shield me from remorseless foes. 19 Thou know'st what infamy and scorn

I from my enemies have borne;
Nor can their close dissembled spite,
Or darkest plots escape thy sight.

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20 Reproach and grief have broke my heart;

I look'd for some to take my part,
To pity or relieve my pain;

But look'd, alas ! for both in vain. 21 With hunger pin'd, for food I call;

Instead of food, they give me gall;
And when with thirst my spirits sink,

They give me vinegar to drink.
22 Their tables, therefore, to their health

Shall prove a snare, a trap their wealth; 23 Perpetual darkness seize their eyes,

And sudden blasts their hopes surprise. 24 On them thou shalt thy fury pour,

Till thy fierce wrath their race devour ; 25 And make their house a dismal cell,

Where none will e'er vouchsafe to dwell. 26 For new afflictions they procur'd

For him who had thy stripes endur'd;
And made the wound, thy scourge bad torn,

To bleed afresh, with sharper scorn. 27 Sin shall to sin their steps betray,

Till they to truth have lost the way: 28 From life thou shalt exclude their soul,

Nor with the just their names enrol. 29 But me, howe'er distress'd and poor,

Thy strong salvation shall restore; 30 Thy power with songs I'll then proclaim,

And celebrate with thanks thy name. 31 Our God shall this more highly prize,

Than herds or flocks in sacrifice; 32 Which humble saints with joy shall see,

And hope for like redress with me. 33 For God regards the poor's complaint;

Sets pris'ners free from close restraint: 34 Let heaven, earth, sea, their voices raise,

And all the world resound his praise. 35 For God will Sion's walls erect;

Fair Judah's cities he'll protect;
Till all her scatter'd sons repair

To undisturb’d possession there.
36 This blessing they shall, at their death,

To their religious heirs bequeath;
And they to endless ages more
Of such as his blest name adore.

PSALM LXX.
1 LORD, to my relief draw near;

for never was more pressing need; For my deliv'rance, Lord, appear,

and add to that deliv'rance speed. 2 Confusion on their heads return,

who to destroy my soul combine;

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Let them, defeated, blush and mourn,

ensnar'd in their own vile design. 3 Their doom let desolation be ;

with shame their malice be repaid, Who mock'd my confidence in thee,

and sport of my afflictions made. 4 While those who humbly seek thy face,

to joyful triumphs shall be rais'd; And all who prize thy saving grace,

with me shall sing, The Lord be prais'd. 5 Thus, wretched though I am and poor,

the mighty Lord of me takes care: Thou, God, who only canst restore, to my relief with speed repair.

PSALM LXXI. 1, 2 IN thee I put my steadfast trust;

defend me, Lord, from shame; Incline thine ear, and save my soul ;

for righteous is thy name. 3 Be thou my strong abiding-place,

to which I may resort; Tis thy decree that keeps me safe ;

thou art my rock and fort. 4, 5 From cruel and ungodly men

protect and set me free; For, from my earliest youth till now,

my hope has been in thee. 6 Thy constant care did safely guard

my tender infant days; Thou took’st me from my mother's womb,

to sing thy constant praise. 7, 8 While some on me with wonder gaze,

thy hand supports me still;
Thy honour, therefore, and thy praise,

my mouth shall always fill.
9 Reject not then, thy servant, Lord,

when I with age decay; Forsake me not when, worn with years,

my vigour fades away. 10 My foes against my fame and me

with crafty malice speak; Against my soul they lay their snares,

and mutual counsel take: 11 “ His God," say they, “ forsakes him now,

on whom he did rely; “ Pursue and take him, whilst no hope

“ of timely aid is nigh." 12 But thou, my God, withdraw not far,

for speedy help I call : 13 To shame and ruin bring my foes,

that seek to work my fall.

20 Reproach and grief have broke my heart;

I look'd for some to take my part,
To pity or relieve my pain;

But look'd, alas ! for both in vain. 21 With hunger pin'd, for food I call;

Instead of food, they give me gall;
And when with thirst my spirits sink,

They give me vinegar to drink.
22 Their tables, therefore, to their health

Shall prove a snare, a trap their wealth; 23 Perpetual darkness seize their eyes,

And sudden blasts their hopes surprise. 24 On them thou shalt thy fury pour,

Till thy fierce wrath their race devour ; 25 And make their house a dismal cell,

Where none will e'er vouchsafe to dwell. 26 For new afflictions they procur'd

For him who had thy stripes endur'd ;
And made the wound, thy scourge bad torn,

To bleed afresh, with sharper scorn. 27 Sin shall to sin their steps betray,

Till they to truth have lost the way: 28 From life thou shalt exclude their soul,

Nor with the just their names enrol. 29 But me, howe'er distress'd and poor,

Thy strong salvation shall restore; 30 Thy power with songs I'll then proclaim,

And celebrate with thanks thy name. 31 Our God shall this more highly prize,

Than herds or flocks in sacrifice; 32 Which humble saints with joy shall see,

And hope for like redress with me. 33 For God regards the poor's complaint;

Sets pris’ners free from close restraint: 34 Let heaven, earth, sea, their voices raise,

And all the world resound his praise. 35 For God will Sion's walls erect;

Fair Judah's cities he'll protect;
Till all her scatter'd sons repair

To undisturb'd possession there.
36 This blessing they shall, at their death,

To their religious heirs bequeath;
And they to endless ages more
Of such as his blest name adore.

PSALM LXX.
LORD, to my

relief draw near;
for

never was more pressing need; For my deliv'rance, Lord, appear,

and add to that deliv’rance speed. 2 Confusion on their heads return,

who to destroy my soul combine;

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