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Shall hymns of joy to God, our King,

Be sung by slaves in foreign lands?
Ś O Salem, our once happy seat!

When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling hand forget

The speaking strings with ari to move ! 6 If I to mention thee forbear,

Eternal silence seize my tongue ;
Or if I sing one cheerful air,

Till thy deliv'rance is my song.
7 Remember, Lord, how Edon's race,

In thy own city's fatal day,
Cry'd out,“ Her stately walls deface,

« And with the ground quite level lay." & Proud Babel's daughter, doom'd to be

Of grief and woe the wretched prey;
Bless'd is the man who shall to thee

The wrongs thou laid'st on us repay:
9 Thrice bless'd, who, with just rage possest,

And deaf to all the parents' moans,
Shall snatch thy infants from the breast,
And dash their heads against the stones.


, , Thy Before the gods with joy I'll sing,

And bless thy holy Name,
2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat,

And, with thy love inspir'd,
The praises of thy truth repeat,

O’er all thy works admir'd.
3 Thou graciously inclin'dst thine ear,

When I to thee did cry;
And when my soul was press'd with fear,

Didst in ward strength supply.
4 Therefore shall ev'ry earthly prince

Thy Name with praise pursue,
Whom these admir'd events convince

That all thy works are true.
5 They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord,

With cheerful songs shall bless ;
And all thy glorious acts record,

Thy awful power confess.

WITH my whole heart, my God and King,

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6 For God, although enthron'd on high,

Does thence the poor respect; The proud far off his scornful eye

Beholds with just neglect.
7 Though I with troubles am oppressid,

He shall my foes disarm,
Relieve my soul when most distressid,

And keep me safe from harm.
8 The Lord, whose mercies ever last,

Shall fix my happy state ;
And, mindful of his favours past,
Shall his own work complete.

'HOU, Lord, by stricteșt search hast knoir

My rising up and lying down ;
My secret thoughts are known to thee,

Known long before conceived by me.
3 Thine eye my bed and paths surveys,

My public haunts and private ways; 4 Thou know'st what tis my lips would vent,

My yet unutter'd words' intent. 5 Surrounded by thy pow'r I stand ;

On every side I find thy hand : 6 O skill for human reach too bigh!

Too dazzling bright for mortal eye! 7 O could I so perfidious be,

To think of once deserting thee,
Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun?

Or whither from thy presence run? 8 If up to heav'n I take my flight,

Tis there thou dwell'st, enthron'd in light;
If down to hell's infernal plains,

Tis there Almighty vengeance reigns. 9 If Ithe morning's wings could gain,

And fy beyond the western main, 10 Thy swifter wings would first arrive,

And there arrest thy fugitive,
11 Or, should I try to shun thy sight,

Beneath the sable wings of night;
One glance from thee, one piercing ray,

Would kindle darkness into day, 12 The veil of night is no disguise,

No screen from thy ali-searching eyes ;

Through midnight shades thou findöst the way,

As in the blazing noon of day.
13 Thou know'st the texture of my heart,

My reins, and ev'ry vital part ;
Each single thread in nature's loom,

By thee was cover'd in the womb.
14 I'll praise thee, from whose hands I came,

A work of such a curious frame ;
The wonders thou in me hast shown,

My soul with grateful joy must own. 15. Thine eyes my substance did survey,

While yet a lifeless mass it lay,
In secrei how exactly wrought,

Ere from its dark enclosure brought. 16 Thou didst the shapeless embryo see,

Its parts were register'd by thee ;
Thou sawist the daily growth they took,

Form'd by the model of thy book. 17 Let me acknowledge too, O God,

That since this maze of life I trod,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount

The power of numbers to recount. 18 Far sooner could I reckon o'er

The sands upon the ocean's shore ;
Each morn revising what I've done,

I find the account but new begun.
19 The wicked thou shalt slay, O God,

Depart from me, ye men of blood, 20 Whose tongues heav'n's Majesty profane,

And take the Almighty's Name in vain. 21 Lord, hate not I their impious crew,

Who thee with enmity pursue?
And does not grief my heart oppress,

When reprobates thy laws transgress! 22 Who practise enmity to thee

Shall utmost hatred have from me ;
Such men I utterly detest,

As if they were my foes profest. 23, 24 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and hearg

If mischief lurk in any part ;
Correct me where I go astray,

And guide me in thy perfect way.

RESERVE me, Lord, from crafty foes,
Of treacherous intent ;




2 And from the sons of violence,

On open mischief bent. 3 Their sland'ring tongue the serpent's sting

In sharpness does exceed ;
Between their lips the gall of asps

And adder's venom breed.
4 Preserve me, Lord, from wicked hands,

Nor leave my soul forlorn,
A prey to sons of violence,

Who have my ruin sworn.
5 The proud for me have laid their snare,

And spread their wily net;
With trays and gins, where'er I move,

I find my steps beset.
6 But thus environ'd with distress,

Thou art my God, I said ;
Lord, hear my supplicating voice,

That calls to thee for aid.
7 O Lord, the God whose saving strength

Kind succour did convey,
And cover'd my advent'rous head

In battle's doubtful day;
8 Permit not their unjust designs

To answer their desire ;
Lest they, encourag'd by success,

To bolder crimes aspire.
9 Let first their chiefs the sad effects

Of their injustice mourn;
The blast of their envenom'd breath

Upon themselves return.
10 Let them who kindle first the flame,

Its sacrifice become ;
The pit they digg'd for me be made

Their own untimely tomb. 11 Though slander's breath may raise a storyo.

It quickly will decay;
Their rage does but the torrent swell,

That bears themselves away.
12 God will assert the poor man's cause,

And speedy succour give :
The just shall celebrate his praise,
And in his presence live.

"Tthee, O Lord, my cries ascend,

O haste to my relief;

And with accustom'd pity hear

The accents of my grief.
2 Instead of off'rings let my pray'r

Like morning incense rise ;
My lifted hand supply the place

Of ev'ning sacrifice. 3 From hasty language curb my tongue,

And let a constant guard
Still keep the portal of my lips

With wary silence barr'd. 4 From wicked men's designs and deeds

My heart and hands restrain;
Nor let me in the booty share

Of their unrighteous gain.
5 Let upright men reprove my faults,

And I shall think them kind ;
Like balms that heals the wounded head

I their reproof shall find ;
And, in return, my fervent prayer

I shall for them address,
When they are tempted and reduc'd,

Like me, to sore distress.
6 When skulking in Engedi's rock,

I to their chiefs appeal,
If one reproachful word I spoke,

When I had pow'r to kill.
7 Yet thus they persecute to death ;

Our scatter'd ruins lie
As thick as from the hewer's axe

The sever'd splinters fly.
8 But, Lord, to thee I still direct

My supplicating eyes,
O leave not destitute my soul,

Whose trust on thee relies,
9 Do thou preserve me from the snares

That wicked hands have laid ;
Let them in their own nets be caught,
While my escape is made.

1 O God, with mournful voice, ,
% Made him the umpire of my cause,

My wrongs before him laid.

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