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5 Because to me thy wondrous love Than life itself does dearer prove,
My lips shall always speak thy praise. 4 My life, while I that life enjoy, In blessing God I will employ;
With lifted hands adore his name: My soul's content shall be as great As theirs, who choicest dainties eat,
While I with joy his praise proclaim. 6 When down Ilie, sweet sleep to find, Thou, Lord, art present to my mind;
And when I wake in dead of night: Because thou still dost succour bring, Beneath the shadow of thy wing
I rest with safety and delight. 8 My soul, when foes would me devour, Cleaves fast to thee, whose matchless pow'r
In her support is daily shown: 9 But those the righteous Lord shall slay, That my destruction wish; and they
Thou, Lord, shalt silence and destroy.
That seek my life shall lose their own. 10 They by untimely ends shall die, Their flesh a prey to foxes lie;
But God shall fill the king with joy: 11 Who thee confess shall still rejoice, Whilst the false tongue, and lying voice,
And at thy gracious throne appear. 3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain To stop thy flowing mercy try; Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain, And washest out the crimson dye. Biest is the man, who, near thee plac'd,
LORD, hear the voice of my com
To my request give ear;
And all their plots defeat. $ See how, intent to work my harm, They whet their tongues like swords; And bend their bows to shoot their darts,
Their crimes disclos'd, shall make ther be
Despis'd and shunn'd by all. 9 The world shall then God's pow confess,
And nation's trembling stand, Convinc'd that 'tis the mighty work Of his avenging hand.
10 Whilst righteous men, whom Go
Sharp lies, and bitter words.
7 But God, to anger justly mov'd,
In him shall gladly trust;
OR thee, O God, our constant praise, In Sion waits, thy chosen seat; Our promis'd altars there we'll raise, And all our zealous vows complete. 2 0 thou, who to my humble pray'r Didst always bend thy list'ning ear, To thee shall all mankind repair,
Within thy sacred dwelling lives! Whilst we at humble distance taste The vast delights thy temple gives 5 By wondrous acts, O God, most just Have we thy gracious answer found In thee remotest nations trust,
And those whom stormy waves sur round.
6, 7 God, by his strength, sets fast the hills,
And does his matchless pow'r engage With which the sea's loud waves be stills,
And angry crowds' tumultuous rage.
8 Thou, Lord, dost barb'rous lands dis
When they thy dreadful tokens viewi With joy they see the night and day
Each other's track, by turns, pursue. 9 From out thy unexhausted store
Thy rain relieves the thirsty ground; Makes lands, that barren were before,
With corn and useful fruits abound. 10 On rising ridges down it pours,
And ev'ry furrow'd valley fills; Thou mak'st them soft with genti show'rs,
In which a blest increase distils.
Th fruitful clouds drop fatness down. 12 They droon barran forests, chang'd By them to pastures fresh and green;
And cause the brightness of thy face. On all thy saints to shine: 2 That so thy wondrous way
May through the world be known; While distant lands their tribute pay, And thy salvation own.
13 Let diffring nations join
Let all the world, O Lord, combine
Shalt govern all the earth. 5 Let diff'ring nations join To celebrate thy fame; Let all the word, O Lord, combine To praise thy glorious name. 6 Then shall the teeming ground A large increase disclose; And we with plenty shall be crown', Which God, our God, bestows. 7 Then God upon our land
Shall constant blessings show'r; And all the world in awe shall stand Of his resistless pow'r.,
And scatter his presumptuous foes. Let shameful rout their host surprise, Who spitefully his pow'r oppose. 2 As smoke in tempest's rage is lost, Or wax into the furnace cast; So let their sacrilegious host
Before his wrathful presence waste. 8 But let the servants of his will
His favour's gentle beams enjoy; Their spright hearts let gladness fill, And cheerful songs their tongues employ.
4 To him your voice in anthems raise ; Jehovah's awful name he bears; Ia bim rejoice, extol his praise,
Who rides upon high-rolling sphere 5 Him, from his empire of the skies,
To this low world compassion draws The orphan's claim to patronise,
And judge the injur'd widow's
Ev'n rebels shall partake thy grace,
And humble proselytes repair
And all the world pay homage there. 19 For benefits each day bestow'd,
Be daily his great name ador'd, 20 Who is our Saviour, and our God, Of life and death the sov'reign Lord. 21 But justice for his harden'd foes
Proportion'd vengeance hath decreed, To wound the hoary head of those
Who in presumptuous crimes proceed. 22 The Lord hath thus in thunder spoke: 'As I subdu'd proud Bashan's king, Once more I'll break my people's yoke,
'And from the deep my servants bring. 23 Their feet shall with a crimson flood 'Of slaughter'd foes be cover'd o'er; Nor earth receive such impious blood, 'But leave for dogs the unhallow'd gore.'
24 When, marching to thy blest abode, The wond'ring multitude survey'd The pompous state of thee, our God,
In robes of majesty array'd; 25 Sweet singing Levites led the van;
Loud instruments brought up the rear; Between both troops, a virgin-train
With voice and timbrel charm'd the
26 This was the burthen of their song:
Your army's wing shall shine as bright
Or silver'd o'er with paler light.
15 From thence to Jordan's farther 28
And Bashan's hill we did advance: No more her height shall Bashan boast, But that she's God's inheritance. 16 But wherefore (though the honour's great) Should this, O mountain, swell your pride?
For Sion is his chosen seat,
Where he for ever will reside.
As once it honour'd Sinai's hill.
Nor only Judah's nearer throne
And Naphtali's more distant coast,
Our tribes, at strife till that blest hour; This work, which thou, O God, hast wrought,
Confirm with fresh recruits of pow'r. 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 rank
Like pamper'd herds of savage might
38 Who, mounted on the loftiest sphere 15 Control the deluge, ere it spread, Of ancient heav'n, sublimely rides; And roll its waves above my head; From whence his dreadful voice we Nor deep destruction's open pit hear, To close her jaws on me permit. 16 Lord, hear the humble pray'r 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 desp'rate is my case; 18 Thy timely succour interpose, And shield me from remorseless foes. 19 Thou know'st what infamy and scorp I from my enemies have borne; Nor can their close dissembled spite, Or darkest plots escape thy sight. 20 Reproach and grief have broke my heart;
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 !
I look'd for some to take my part,
His strength his feeble saints supports,
AVE me, O God, from waves that roll,
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. 14 My hairs, though num'rous, are but few,
Compar'd with foes that me pursue
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 wille'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 had torn,
To execute their lawless spite.
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
To bleed afresh, with sharper scorn.
Nor with the just their names enrol.
And celebrate, with thanks, thy name.
And hope for like redress with me.
Sets pris'ners free from close restraint;
And all the world resound his praise.
36 This blessing they shall, at their' Pursue and take him, whilst no hope death,
'Of timely aid is nigh.'
To their religious heirs bequeath;
12 But thou, my God, withdraw not far,
LORD, to my relief draw near;
13 To shame and ruin bring my foes,
Who to destroy my soul combine;
15 Thy righteous acts, and saving health,
Ensnar'd in their own vile design. 3 Their doom let desolation be;
With shame their malice be repaid,
My mouth shall still declare;
17 Thou, Lord, hast taught me from m
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 poor,
To praise thy glorious name;
The mighty Lord of me takes care:
Thy strength and pow'r bave shown. 19 How high thy justice soars, O God! How great and wondrous are The mighty works which thou hast done! Who may with thee compare! 20 Me, whom thy hand has sorely press'd,
Thy grace shall yet relieve; And from the lowest depth of woe, With tender care retrieve.
21 Through thee my time to come shall be
Thy comforts shall surround.
23 Then joy shall fill my mouth, and
IN thee I put my steadfast trust;
Defend from shame;
Thou took'st me from my mother's
To sing thy constant praise.
7,8 While some on me with wonder
Thy hand supports me still;
"On whom he did rely,
Employ my cheerful voice;