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Shall hymns of joy to God, our King,
Be sung by slaves in foreign lands?
When I of thee forgetful prove,
The speaking strings with ari to move ! 6 If I to mention thee forbear,
Eternal silence seize my tongue ;
Till thy deliv'rance is my song.
In thy own city's fatal day,
« And with the ground quite level lay." & Proud Babel's daughter, doom'd to be
Of grief and woe the wretched prey;
The wrongs thou laid'st on us repay:
And deaf to all the parents' moans,
PSALM CXXXVIII. 1
, , Thy Before the gods with joy I'll sing,
And bless thy holy Name,
And, with thy love inspir'd,
O’er all thy works admir'd.
When I to thee did cry;
Didst in ward strength supply.
Thy Name with praise pursue,
That all thy works are true.
With cheerful songs shall bless ;
Thy awful power confess.
WITH my whole heart, my God and King,
6 For God, although enthron'd on high,
Does thence the poor respect; The proud far off his scornful eye
Beholds with just neglect.
He shall my foes disarm,
And keep me safe from harm.
Shall fix my happy state ;
My rising up and lying down ;
Known long before conceived by me.
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,
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;
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,
Beneath the sable wings of night;
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.
My reins, and ev'ry vital part ;
By thee was cover'd in the womb.
A work of such a curious frame ;
My soul with grateful joy must own. 15. Thine eyes my substance did survey,
While yet a lifeless mass it lay,
Ere from its dark enclosure brought. 16 Thou didst the shapeless embryo see,
Its parts were register'd by thee ;
Form'd by the model of thy book. 17 Let me acknowledge too, O God,
That since this maze of life I trod,
The power of numbers to recount. 18 Far sooner could I reckon o'er
The sands upon the ocean's shore ;
I find the account but new begun.
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?
When reprobates thy laws transgress! 22 Who practise enmity to thee
Shall utmost hatred have from me ;
As if they were my foes profest. 23, 24 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and hearg
If mischief lurk in any part ;
2 And from the sons of violence,
On open mischief bent. 3 Their sland'ring tongue the serpent's sting
In sharpness does exceed ;
And adder's venom breed.
Nor leave my soul forlorn,
Who have my ruin sworn.
And spread their wily net;
I find my steps beset.
Thou art my God, I said ;
That calls to thee for aid.
Kind succour did convey,
In battle's doubtful day;
To answer their desire ;
To bolder crimes aspire.
Of their injustice mourn;
Upon themselves return.
Its sacrifice become ;
Their own untimely tomb. 11 Though slander's breath may raise a storyo.
It quickly will decay;
That bears themselves away.
And speedy succour give :
O haste to my relief;
And with accustom'd pity hear
The accents of my grief.
Like morning incense rise ;
Of ev'ning sacrifice. 3 From hasty language curb my tongue,
And let a constant guard
With wary silence barr'd. 4 From wicked men's designs and deeds
My heart and hands restrain;
Of their unrighteous gain.
And I shall think them kind ;
I their reproof shall find ;
I shall for them address,
Like me, to sore distress.
I to their chiefs appeal,
When I had pow'r to kill.
Our scatter'd ruins lie
The sever'd splinters fly.
My supplicating eyes,
Whose trust on thee relies,
That wicked hands have laid ;
My wrongs before him laid.