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17 Thus, wretched though I am and poor,
Of me th' Almighty Lord takes care: Thou God, who only can'st restore, To my relief with speed repair. PSALM XLI.
HAPPY the man whose tender care Relieves the poor distress'd! When troubles compass him around, The Lord shall give him rest. 2 The Lord his life, with blessings crown'd,
In safety shall prolong; And disappoint the will of those That seek to do him wrong. 3 If he in languishing estate,
Oppress'd with sickness lie; The Lord will easy make his bed, And inward strength supply. 4 Secure of this, to thee, my God, I thus my pray'r address'd; Lord, for thy mercy heal my soul, "Though I have much transgress'd 5 My cruel foes, with sland'rous words, Attempt to wound my fame; When shall he die,' say they, and
'Forget his very name?'
6 Suppose they formal visits make, 'Tis all but empty show; They gather mischief in their hearts, And vent it where they go. 7, 8 With private whispers, such as these,
To hurt me they devise:
On whom I most rely'd,
10 But thou my sad and wretched state,
In mercy, Lord, regard; And raise me up, that all their crimes May meet their just reward. 11 By this I know thy gracious ear Is open, when I call;" Because thou suff'rest not my foes
To triumph in my fall.
12 Thy tender care secures my life From danger and disgrace; And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still
Before thy glorious face.
13 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God
As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,
2 For thee, my God, the living God,
And where his promis'd aid?'
When I advanc'd with songs of praise,
That kept the festal day.
The heathen from this land,
5 Why restless, why cast down, my Dispeopled by repeated strokes Of thy avenging hand.
Trust God; who will employ
6 My soul's cast down, O God! but thinks
On thee and Sion still;
From Jordan's bank, from Hermon's heights,
And Mizar's humbler hill.
7 One trouble calls another on,
And, gath'ring o'er my head,
8 But when thy presence, Lord of life,
14 Then will I there fresh altars raise To God, who is my only joy;
And well tun'd harps, with songs of
Shall all my grateful hours employ.
LORD, our fathers oft have told
In our attentive ears,
Thy wonders, in their days perform'd,
2 How thou, to plant them here, didst drive
3 For not their courage, nor their sword,
5 Through thy victorious name, our arms
And all my vows perform.
9 God of my strength, how long shall I, 6 I'll neither trust my bow nor sword,
When I in fight engage;
Like one forgotten, mourn;
10 My heart is pierc'd, as with a sword,
To them possession gave;
Nor strength, that from unequal force
7 But thee, who hast our foes subdu'd, And sham'd their spiteful rage.
To thee the triumph we ascribe,
19 But thou hast cast us off; and now Most shamefully we yield;
For thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead
10 Since when, to ev'ry upstart foe
Into their butch'ring hands;
And set their price so low,
13, 14 Reproach'd by all the nations 5 How sharp thy weapons are to them round, That dare thy pow'r despise!
Down, down they fall, while through
The heathen's by-word grown;
17. On us this heap of woes is fall'n;
Yet have not, Lord, renounc'd thy name,
18 But in thy righteous paths have kept
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?
22 Thou see'st what suff'rings, for thy sake,
We ev'ry day sustain;
All slaughter'd, or reserv'd like sheep
23 Awake, arise; let seeming sleep
Nor let us, Lord, who sue to thee,
24 O! wherefore hidest thou thy face
3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty! prince;
And, clad in rich array,
With glorious ornaments of pow'r,
4 Ride on in state, and still protect
venge, Does all thy foes pursue.
The feather'd arrow flies.
6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fix'd,
Thy sceptre's sway shall always last,
7 Because thy heart, by justice led,
Where wand'ring sinners rove;
The oil of gladness shed;
8 With cassia, aloes, and myrrh,
Which, from the stately wardrobe
Spread grateful odours round.
The queen was plac'd at thy right hand,
With grief's oppressive weight.
Shall humble presents make;
13 The King's fair Daughter's fairer
All inward graces fill;
THILE I the King's loud praise re- Her raiment is of purest gold,
My tongue is like the pen of him
Thy mouth with grace o'erflows;
10 But thou, O royal bride, give ear,
Forget thy native country now,
11 So shall thy beauty charm the
Nor shall his love decay; For he has now beepme thy Lord; To him due rev'rence pay. 12 The Tyrian matrons, proud,
14 She in her nuptial garments dress'd,
Shail to the King be brought.
To govern and protect;
17 Whilst this my song to future times
10 According to thy sov'reign name, Thy praise through earth extends; Thy pow'rful arm, as justice guides, Chastises or defends.
11 Let Sion's mount with joy resound;
ET all the list'ning world attend, And my instruction hear; Let high and low, and rich and poor, With joint consent give ear.
3 My mouth, with sacred wisdom fill'd, Shall good advice impart; The sound result of prudent thoughts, Digested in my heart. 4 To parables of weighty sense I will my ear incline; Whilst to my tuneful harp I sing Dark words of deep design. 5 Why should my courage fail in times Of danger and of doubt,
When sinners, that would me supplant, 20 For man, how great soe'er his state,
6 Those men, that all their hope and
THE Lord hath spoke, the mighty God
Hath sent summons
From dawning light, till day declines: The listening earth his voice hath heard, And he from Sion hath appear'd,
In heaps of treasure place,
The price is held too high;
10 Not wisdom can the wise exempt,
Where beauty in perfection shines. 3, 4 Our God shall come, and keep no
Misconstru'd silence, as before;
But wasting flames before him send: Around shall tempests fiercely rage, Whilst he does heav'n and earth engage
His just tribunal to attend. 5, 6 Assemble all my saints to me, (Thus runs the great divine decree)
That in my lasting cov'nant live, And off'rings bring with constant care. The heav'ns his justice shall declare;
For God himself shall sentence give. 7, 8 Attend, my people; Israel, hear; Thy strong accuser I'll appear;
Thy God, thy only God, am Ỉ:
My sacred altar did supply.
Nor he-goat from thy fold accept: 10 The forest beasts, that range along, The cattle too, are all my own,
That on a thousand hills are kept. 11 I know the fowls, that build their nests
In craggy rocks; and savage beasts,
Since the world's mine, and all it
13 Think'st thou that I have any need On slaughter'd bulls and goats to feed,
To eat their flesh and drink their blood 14 The sacrifices I require,
Are hearts which love and zeal inspire,
15 In time of trouble call on me,
And thou returns of praise shalt make 16 But to the wicked thus saith God: How dar'st thou teach my laws abroad,
Or in thy mouth my cov'nant take? 17 For stubborn thou, confirm'd in sin, Hast proof against instruction been,
And of my word didst lightly speak: 18 When thou a subtle thief didst see, Thou gladly with him didst agree,
And with adult'rers didst partake.