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And save my guiltless soul, which they True wisdom's banish'd from his breast,
4 His wakeful malice spends the night 18 So I, before the list’ning world, In forging his accurs'd designs ; Shall grateful thanks express;
His obstinate, ungen'rous spite And where the great assembly meets,
No execrable means declines. Thy nane with praises bless. 5 But, Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope, 19 Lord, suffer not my causeless foes, Above the heav'niy orb ascends; Who me unjustly hate,
Thy sacrer truth's unmeasur'd scope With open joy, or secret signs,
Beyond the spreading sky extends. To mock my sad estate.
6 Thy justice like the hills remains; 20 For they, with hearts averse to Unfathom'd depths thy judgments peace,
are ; Industriously devise,
Thy providence the world sustains; Against the men of quiet minds
The whole creation is thy care.
7 Since of thy goodness all partake, 21 Nor with these private arts content, With what assurance should the just Aloud they vent their spite;
Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make, And say "At last we found him out,' And saints to thy protection trust! "He did it in our sight.
8 Such guests shall to thy courts be led, 22 But thou, who doth both them and 'To baisquet on thy love's repast ;
And drink, as from a fountain's head, With righteous eyes survey,
Of joys that shall for ever last. Assert my innocence, O Lord,
9 With thee the springs of life remain's And keep not far away.
Thy presence is eternal day: 23 Stir up thyself in ny behalf; 10 o let thy saints thy favour gain; To judgment, Lord, awake;
To upright hearts thy truth display, elle Thy righteous servant's cause, O God, 11 Whilst pride's insulting foot would To thy decision take.
spurn, 24 Lord, as my heart has upright been, And wicked hands my life surprise, Lei me thy justice find;
12 Their mischiefs on themselves reNor let ay cruel foes obtain
turn; The triumph they design'd.
Down, down they're fall’n, no more to og 25 0! let them not, amongsi theniselves, rise. In boasting language say,
PSALM XXXVII. * At length our wishes are complete ; T
THOUGH wicked men grow rich or
great, 26 Let such as in my harm rejoic'd, Yet let not their successful state For same their faces hide;
Thy anger er thy envy raise; And frul dishonour wait on those, 2 For they, cut down like tender grass, That proudly me defy'd:
Or like young flowers, away shall pass, m 27 Whilst they with cheerful voices Whose blooming beauty soon decays. sh :'it,
3 Depend on God, and lim obey, Who my just cause befriend; So thou within the land shalt stay, And bless the Lord, who loves to make Secure from danger and from want: Success his saints attend.
4 Make his commands thy chief delighit; 28 So shall my tongue thy judgments And he, thy duty to requite, sing,
Shall all thy earnest wishes grant. Inspiza with grateful joy ;
5 in all thy ways trust thou the Lord, And cheerful hymns in praise of thee, And he will needful help afford, Shail ail my dess employ.
To perfect every just design ;
6 iie't make,like light, serene and clear,
Thy clouded innocence appear, Micked purpose would disguise; Áud as a mid-day sun to shine. But reason wuporte my heart, 7 With quiet mind on God depend,
le ne'er set3 God bedre his eyes. And patiently for him attend; 2 He socths himself, reund irom sight; Nor let thy anger foudly rise,
Secure he thinks bis treachi'sous game; Tho' wicked men with wealth abound, Til his dark plois, exposd to light, And with success the plots are crown'd
Their salse cortriver brand with shame. Which they maliciously devise. 9 In deeds he is my soe con esed, 8 From anger cease, and wrath forsake; Whilst with his tongue Le speaks me Let no ungovern'd passion make fair;
Thy wav'ring heart espouse their crime
9 For God shall sånful men destroy; 25 From my first youth, tu age pe Whilst only they the land enjny,
vail'd Who trust on him, and wait his time. I never saw the righteous fail'd, 10 How soon shall wicked men decay! Or want v'ertale his pum'rous race; Their place shall vanish quite away, 26 Because compassion fili'd bis heart,
Nor by the strictest search be found; And he id cheerfuly impart, 11 Whilst humble souls possess the God made bis offspring's wealth in
earth, Rejoicing still with godly mirth, 27 With caution shun each wicked deed With peace and plenty always crown'd. In virtue's ways with zeal proceed, PART II.
And so prolong your happy days;
28 For God, who judgment loves, doet 12 While sinful crowds, with false design,
still Against the righteous few combine,
Preserve his saints secure from ill, And gnash their teeth and threat'ning
While soon the wicked race decays. stand; 13 God shall their empty plots deride, 29, 30, 31 The upright shall possess the
land; And laugh at their defeated pride:
* His portion shall for ages stand; He sees iheir ruin near at hand.
His mouth with wisdom is supply'd: 14 They draw the sword, and bend the His tongue by rules of judgment moves; bow,
His heart the law of God approves The poor and needy to o'erthrow,
Therefore his footsteps never slide. And men of upright lives to slay;
PART IV. 15 But their strong bows shall soon be 32 In wait the watchful sinner lies, broke,
In vain the righteous to surprise; Their sharpen'd weapon's mortal stroke
In vain his ruin does decree: Through their own hearts shall force 33 God will not him defenceless leare,
To his revenge expos'd, but save; 16 A little, with God's favour bless'd, That's by one righteous man possess'd, And, when he's sentenc’d, set him
. The wealth of many bad excels;
34 Wait still on God; keep his command, 17 For God supports the just man's And thou, exalted in the land, cause :
Thy blest possession ne'er shall quit: But as for those that break his laws,
The wicked soon destroy'd shall be, Their unsuccessful pow'r be queils.
And at his dismal tragedy 18 His constant care the upright guides,
Thou shalt a safe spectator sit. And over all their life presides;
35 The wicked I in pow'r have seen, Their portion shall for ever last: 19 They, when distress o'erwhelms the And, like a hay-tree, fresh and green
Thai spreads its pleasant brancbes earth,
round: Shall be unmov'd and ev'n in dearth,
36 But he was gone as swift as thought; The happy fruits of plenty taste. 20 Not so the wicked man, and those
And, though in ev'ry place I sought,
No sign or track of him I found. Who proudly dare God's will oppose; Destruction is their haplese share:
37 Observe the perfect man with care, Like fat of lambs, their hopes, and they, " Their roughest days in peace shall eni
And mark ali such as upright are ; Shall in an instant melt away,
S8 While on the latter end of those And vanish into smoke and air.
Who dare Goel's sacred will oppose PART III.
A common ruin shall attend. 21 Whilst sinners, brought to sad decay, 39 God to the just will aid affond; Still borrow on, and never pay,
Their only safeguard is the Lord; The just have will and pow'r to give; Their strength in time of need is be 22 For such as God vouchsafes to bless, 40 Because on him they still depend, Shall peaceably the earth possess; The Lord will timely succour send,
And those be curses shail not live. And from the wicked set them free 23 The good man's way is God's del
PSALM XXXVIII. light;
chastning wrath, O Lord, He orders all the steps aright
Of thy displeasure fall
For God uplolds him with his band. Thy arrows deep remain
Thy heavy band's afflicting weight
I curb'd iny hasty words, when I
The wicked prosp'rous saw.
2 Like one that's dumb, I silent stood, 4 My sins, which to a deluge swell,
And did my tongue refrain
From good discourse; but that restraint And, for ny feeble strength to bear,
Increas'd my inward pain.
3 My heart did glow with working 5 Stench and corruption fill my wounds,
thoughts, My folly's just return;
And no repose could take: 6 With trouble I am warp'd and bow'd, Till strong reflection fann'd the fire, And all day long I mourn.
And thus at length I spake: 7 A loath'd disease afflicts my loins,
Lord, let me know my ter
How soon my life will end:
Which this frail state attend.
15 My life, thou know'st, is but a span; 9 But, Lord, before thy searching eyes and ev'ry man, in best estate,
A cypher sums my years;
But vanity appears.
With fruitless cares oppress'd;
By whom 'twill be possessid.
7 Why then should I on worthless toys 11 Friends, lovers, kinsmen, gaze aloof
With anxious cares attend?
On thee alone my steadfast hope
Shall ever, Lord, depend.
8,9 Forgive my sir..; nor let me scorn'a Vent slanders, and contrive all day
By foolish sinners be;
For I was duinb, and murmur'd not, 13 But I, as if both deaf and dumb,...
Because 'twas done by thee.
10 The dreadful burden of thy wrath 14 Quite deaf and dumb, like one whose
In mercy soon remove; tongue
Lest my frail flesh, too weak to bear With conscious guilt is ty'd.
The heavy load should prove. 15 For, Lord, to thee I do appeal,
11 For when thou chast'nest man for sin, My innocence to bear;
Thou mak'st his beauty fade, Assur'd that thou, the righteous God,
(60 vain a thing is he) like cloth My injur'd cause wilt clear; 16 Ilear me,' said 1, 'lost my proud 12 Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears,
By fretting moths decay'd. foes
And listen to my prayer, 6 A spiteful joy display;
Who sojourn like a stranger here, • Insulting, if they see my foot
As all iny fathers were, !'ut once to go astray.'
13 O! spare me yet a little time; 17 And, with continual grief oppress’d,
My wasted strength restore,
Before I vanish quite from hence, 18 19e, (Lord, I will confess,
And shall be seen no more.
Til he vouchsafed a kind reply;
Who did his gracious ear afford, 20 Evn thay whom I oblig'd, return'd
And heard from beaven my humble cry. My kindness with despite:
2 He took me from the dismal pit, And art iny enemies, because
When founder'd deep in miry clay; I choose the path that's right. On solid ground he plac'd my feet, 21 Forsake me not, O Lord my God,
And suffered not my steps to stray. Nor far from me depart;
13 The wonders he for me has wrought 22 Drake haste to my relief, 0 thou,
Shall fill my mouth with songs of Who my salvation art,
And others, to his worship brought, 17 Thus, wretched though I am and To hopes of like deliv'rance raise.
poor, 4 For blessings shall that man re- of me th' Almighty Lord takes care: ward,
Thou God, who only can'st restore, Who on th' Almighty Lord relies; To my relief with speed repair. Who treats the proud with disregard,
PSALM XLI. And hates the hypocrite's lisguise. Harekeve the poor distress'd!
APPY the man whose tender care 5 Who can the wondrous works recount Which thou, O God, for us lastWhen troubles compass him around, wrought?
The Lord shall give him rest. The treasures of thy love surmount 2 Tbe Lord his life, with blessings The pow'r of numbers, speech, and crown'd, thought.
In safety shall prolong; 6 I've learnt that thou hast not desir'd And disappoint the will of those Off'rings and sacrifice alone;
That seek to do him wrong. Nor blood of gultless beasts equir'd 3 If he in languishing estate,
For man's transgression to atone. Oppress'd with sickness lie; 7 I therefore come--come to fulfil The Lord will easy make his bed,
The oracles thy books impart; And inward strength supply. 8 'Tis my delight to do thy will; 4 Secure of this, to thee, iny God, Thy law is written in my heart. I thus my pray'r address'd; PART II.
"Lord, for thy mercy heai my soul, 8 In full assemblies I have told
“Though I have niuch transgress'd.! Thy truth and righteousness at large, 5 My cruel foes, with sland'rous words, Nor did, thou know'st, my lips with- Attempt to wound my fame; hold
When shall he die,' say they, and From uttering what thou gav'st in charge:
Forget his very name?' O Nor kept within my breast confin’d 6 Suppose they formal visits make,
Thy faithfulness and saving grace; 'Tis all but empty show But preach'd thy love, for all design'd, They gather mischief in their hearts, That all might that, and truth, em
And vent it where they go. brace.
7, 8 With private whispers, such as 11 Then let those mercies I declar'd
these, To others, Lord, extend to me; To hurt me they devise : Thy loving-kindness my reward, A sore disease atflicts him now;
Thy truth my safe protection be. He's fall'n, no more to rise.' 12 For I with troubles am distress'd, 9 My own familiar bosom-friend,
Too numberless for me to bear; On whom I most rely'd, Nor less with loads of guilt oppress'd, Has me, whose daily guest he was,
That plunge and sink me to despair. With open scorn defy'd. As soon, alas! may I recount
10 But thou my sad and wretched The hairs of this afflicted head:
state, My vanquish'd courage they surmount, In mercy, Lord, regard; And fill my drooping soul with dread. And raise me up, that all their crimes PART III.
May meet their just reward. 13 But, Lord, to my relief draw near,
11 By this I know thy gracious ear For never was more pressing need; Is open, when I call; In my deliv'rance, Lord, appear,
Because thou suti 'rest not my foes And add to that deliv'rance speed. To triumph in my fall. 14 Confusion on their heads return, 12 Thy tender care secures my life
Who to destroy my soul combine; From danger and disgrace; Let them, defeated, blush and mourn,
And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still Ensnar'd in their own vile design. Before thy glorious face. 15 Their doom let desolation be, 13 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God
With shame their malice be repaid, From age to age be bless'd; Who mock'd my confidence in thee, And all the people's glad applause
And sport of my affliction made. With loud Amens express d. 16 While those who humbly seek thy
A Spants theater in the cling streams, And all who prize thy saving grace,
So longs my soul, o God, for thee, With me resound, The Lord be prais'a. And thy refreshing grace.
2 For thee, my God, the living God, 4 Then will I there fresh altars raise My thirsty soul doth pine;
To God, who is my only joy; 0! when shall I behold thy face, And well tun'd harps, with songs of Thou Majesty Divine ?
praise, 3 Tears are my constant food, while thus Shad all my grateful hours employ. Insulting foes upbraid;
5 Why then cast down, my soul? and why • Deluded wretch! where's now thy So much oppress'd with anxious care? God?
On God, thy God, for aid rely, "And where his promis'd aid ?' Who will thy ruin'd state repair. 4 I sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts
In our attentive ears,
Thy wonders, in their days perform'd,
2 How thou, to plant them here, didst And led the joyful sacred throng
drive That kept the festal day.
The heathen from this land, 5 Why restless, why cast down, my Dispeopled by repeated strokes soul?
Of thy avenging hand. Trust God; who will employ 3 For not their courage, nor their His aid for thee, and change these sighs sword, To thankful hymns of joy.
To them possession gave; 6 My 'soul's cast down, o God! but Nor strength, that from unequal force tluinks
Their fainting troops could save.
But thy right hand, and pow'rful arm, From Jordan's bank, from Hermon's Whose succour they implor'd; heights,
Thy presence with the chosen race, And Mizar's humbler hill.
Wħo thy great name ador'd. 7 One trouble calls another on, 4 As thee their God our fathers own'd, And, gath'ring o'er my head,
Thou art our sov'reign King; Fall spouting down, till round my soul o! therefore, as thou didst to them, A roaring sea is spread.
To us delivrance bring. 8 But when thy presence, Lord of life, 5 Through thy victorious name, our arms Has once dispell’d this storm,
The proudest foes shall quell; To thee I'll midnight anthems sing, And crush them with repeated strokes, And all my vows perform.
As oft as they rebel. 9 God of my strength, how long shall 1, 6 I'll neither trust my bow nor sword, Like one forgriten, mourn;
When I in fight engage; Forlorn, forsaken, and expos'd 7 But thee, who hast our foes subdu'd, To my oppressor's scorn ?
And sham'd their spiteful rage. 10 My heart is pierc'd, as with a sword, 8 To thee the triumph we ascribe, While thus my oes upbraid:
Froin whom the conquest came : * Vain boaster, where is now thy God? In God we will rejoice all day, And where his promis'd aid?
And ever bless his name. 11 Why restiess, why cast down, my
PART II. soul?
9 But thou hast cast us ofl*; and now
Cur armies to the field:
10 Since when, to ev'ry upstart foe
We turn our backs in fight; Do thou assert my injur'd right; And with our spoil their malice feast, set me free, my God, from these Who bear us ancient spite.
That in deceit and wrong delight. 11 To slaughter doom'd, we fall, like 2 Since thou art still my only stay,
sheep Why leav'st thou me in deep distress? Into their butch'ring hands; Why go I mourning all the day, Or (what's more wretched yet) survive,
Whilst me insulting foes oppress? Dispers'd through heathen lands. 3 Let me with light and truth bel 12 Thy people thou hast sold for blest;
That not thy treasure, by the sale,
But their disgrace may grow.