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9 God of my strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn ;
To my oppressor's scorn ?
While thus my foes upbraid :
“ And where his promis'd aid ?”
Hope still ; and thou shalt sing
Do thou assert my injur'd right;
That in deceit and wrong delight. 2 Since thou art still my only stay,
Why leav'st thou me in deep distress? Why go I mourning all the day,
Whilst me insulting foes oppress? 3 Let me with light and truth be blest;
Be these my guides to lead the way,
And in thy sacred temple pray. 4 Then will I there fresh altars raise
To God, who is my only joy ;
Shall all my grateful hours employ. 5 Why then cast down, my soul ? and why
So much oppress'd with anxious care?
PSALM XLIV. 1
In our attentive ears,
And elder times than theirs : 2 How thou, to plant them here, didst drive
The heathen from this land,
Of thy avenging hand.
O have told
3 For not their courage, nor their sword,
To them possession gave ;
Their fainting troops could save :
Whose succour they implor'd ;
Who thy great Name ador'd.
Thou art our sov'reign King;
To us deliv'rance bring. 5 Through thy victorious Name, our arms
The proudest foes shall quell;
As oft as they rebel.
When I in fight engage ; 7 But thee, who hast our foes subdu'd,
And sham'd their spiteful rage. 8 To thee the triumph we ascribe,
From whom the conquest came :
Most shamefully we yield ;
Our armies to the field :
We turn our backs in fight;
Who bear us ancient spite. 11 To slaughter doom'd, we fall, like sheep,
Into their butch’ring hands ;
Dispers’d through heathen lands. 12 Thy people thou hast sold for slaves,
And set their price so low,
But their disgrace, may grow. 13, 14 Reproach'd by all the nations round,
The heathen's by-word grown;
And mocking gestures, shown.
15 Confusion strikes me blind ; my face
In conscious shame I hide ; 16 While we are scoff'd, and God blasphem'd, By their licentious pride.
All this we have endur'd ;
Or faith to thee abjur'd :
Our hearts and steps with care ; 19 Though thou hast broken all our strength,
And we almost despair. 20 Could we, forgetting thy great Name,
On other gods rely, 21 And not the searcher of all hearts
The treach'rous crime descry?
We ev'ry day sustain ;
Appointed to be slain.
No longer thee detain ;
For ever sue in vain.
From our afflicted state, 25 Whose souls and bodies sink to earth
With grief's oppressive weight. 26 Arise, O Lord and timely haste
To our deliv'rance make;
That writes with ready art.
o'erfiows : Because fresh blessings God on thee
Eternally bestows. 3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty Prince ;
And clad in rich array,
With glorious ornaments of pow'r,
Majestic pomp display.
The meek, the just, and true ;
Does all thy foes pursue.
That dare thy pow'r despise !
The feather'd arrow flies.
For ever to endure;
By righteous laws secure.
Did upright ways approve,
Where wand'ring sinners rove;
The oil of gladness shed;
Advanc'd thy lofty bead.
Thy royal robes abound;
Spread grateful odours round.
Did princely virgins wait;
And to my words attend;
And ev'ry former friend.
Nor shall his love decay ;
To him due rev'rence pay.
Shall humble presents make ;
Thy favour to partake.
13 The King's fair Daughter's fairer soul
All inward graces fill ;
Adorn'd with costly skill.
With needles richly wrought,
Shall to the king be brought. 15 With all the state of solemn joy
The triumph moves along;
Receives the pompous throng. 16 Thou in thy Father's room,
Must princely sons expect ;
To govern and protect ;
Transmits thy glorious name ;
A present help when dangers press;
In him, undaunted, we'll confide; 2, 3 Though earth were from her centre tost,
And mountains in the ocean lost,
Torn peace-meal by the roaring tide. 4 A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our Lord shall fill,
The royal seat of God most high : 5 God dwells in Sion, whose fair tow'rs Shall mock th' assaults of earthly pow'rs,
While his Almighty aid is nigh. 6 In tumults when the heathen raged, And kingdoms war against us waged,
He thunder'd, and dispers’d their pow'rs : 7 The Lord of hosts conducts our arms, Our tow'r of refuge in alarms,
Our fathers' Guardian-God and ours.
How he has calm'd the jarring world: