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3 Their mouth vents nothing but deceit;
Their heart is set on wrong ; complaint give ear: Thou still redeein'st me from distress ; 10 By their own counsels let them fall,
They flatter with their tongue. Have mercy, Lord, and hear. 2 How long will ye, O sons of
Oppress'd with loads of sin;
men, To blot my fame devise?
For they against thy righteous laws
Have harden'd rebels been. How long your vain designs pursue,
11 But let all those who trust in thee, And spread malicious lies? 3 Consider that the righteous man
With shouts their joy proclaim; Is God's peculiar choice;
Let them rejoice whom thou preserv'sty
And all that love thy name. And when to him I make my prayor,
12 To righteous men, the righteous Lord He always hears my voice. 4 Then stand in awe of his commands, And with his favour all his saints,
His blessing will extend,
As with a shield, defend.
PSALM VL 5 The place of other sacrifice Let righteousness supply;
Ty dreadfal angerLord, restrain, And let your hope, securely fix'd, On God alone rely.
Correct me not in thy fierce wrath, 6 While woridly minds impatient grow Too heavy to be bome.
More prosp'rous times to see; 2 Have mercy, Lord; for I grow faint Still let the glories of thy face
Unable to endure Shine brightly, Lord, on me. The anguish of my aching bones, 7 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy, Which thou alone canst cure.
More lasting and more true i 3 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind, Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine And fills my soul with gries; Şuccessively renew.
But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay 8 Then down in peace I'll lay my head, To grant me thy relief? And take my needful rest;
4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat, No other guard, O Lord, I crave,
And ease my troubled soul; Of thy defence possess'd.
Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake,
Vouchsafe to make me whole.
ORD, hear the voice of my complaint, 5 For after death no more can I
Thy glorious acts proclaim, 2 To thee alone, my King, my God,
No pris'ner of the silent grave Will i for help repair.
Can magnify thy name.
6 Quite tir'd with pain, with groaning 3 Thou in the morn nay voice shalt hear,
faint, And with the dawning day To thee devoutly I'll look up,
No hope of ease I see; To thee devoutly pray.
The night, that quiets common griefs, 4 For thou the wrongs that I sustain
Is spent in tears by me. Can'st never, Lord, approve,
7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim, Who from thy sacred dwelling-place
My eyes with weakness close; All evil dost remove.
Old age o'ertakes me, whilst I think 5 Not long shall stubborn fools remain : Depart, ye wicked; in my wrongs
On my insulting foes.
Ye shall no more rejoice;
For God, I find, accepts my tears, 6 The sland'ring tongue, O God of truth,
And listens to my voice. By thee shall be destroy'd,
9, 10 He hears, and grants my humble Who hat'st alike the man in blood
prayer; And in deceit employ'd.
And they that wish my fall, 7 But when thy boundless grace shall me
Shall blush and rage to see that God To thy lov'd courts restore,
Protects me from them all.
My trust alone in thee, Therefore, O Lord, make plain the way From all my persecutors' rage Wherein I ought to go.
Do thou deliver me.
8 Conducte més baixa thy righteous laws, O LORD God, since I have places
2 To save me from my threat'ning foe, 12 And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue Lord, interpose thy power;
Thy boundless praise declare. Lest, like a savage lion, he
Through thee the weak confound the My helpless soul devour.
strong, S, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er
And crush their haughty foes; Against his peace combine; And so thou quell'st the wicked throng Nay, if I had not spared his life,
That thee and thine oppose.
s When heaven, thy beauteous work on 5 Let then to persecuting foes
high, My soul become a prey;
Employs my wond'ring sight; Let ihem to earth tread down my life. The moon, that nightly rules the sky, In dust my honour lay.
With stars of feebler light; 6 Arise, and let thine anger, Lord, 4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thoo In my defence engage;
lov'st Exalt thyself above my foes,
To keep him
in thy mind? And their insulting rage:
Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st Awake, awake, in my behalf,
To them so wondrous kind?
5 Him next in pow'r
didst create Which thou hast righteously ordain'd To thy celestial train; For injur'd innocence.
6 Ordaind, with dignity and state, 7 So to thy throne, adoring crowds O'er all thy works to reign. Shall still for justice fly:
7 They jointly own his powerful sway; Oh! therefore, for their sake, resume The beasts that prey or graze; Thy judgment-seat on high.
8 The bird that wings its airy way; 8 Impartial judge of all the world, The fish that cuts the seas. I trust my cause to thee;
90 Thou, to whom all creatures bow According to my just deserts,
Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art 9 Let wicked arts and wicked men
How glorious is thy name!
To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
To all the list'ning world, thy works,
2 The thought of them shall to my soul 13 Ev'n now, with swift destruction Exalted pleas res bring; wing'd,
Whilst to thy name, 0 thou Most High, His pointed shafts are sent.
Triumphant praise I sing. 14 The plots are fruitless which my foe 3 Thou mad'st my haughty foes to turn Unjustly did conceive;
Their backs in shameful flight:
They perish'd at thy sight.
Thou didst my cause maintain;
My right asserting from thy throne,
Where truth and justice reign.
Thou hast reduc'd to shame;
And blotted out their name.
6 Mistaken foes, yonr haughty threats PSALM VIII.
Are to a period come;
To make our common tomb.
7,8 The Lord for ever lives, who has Through all the world how great art His righteous throne prepard, thou!
Impartial justice to dispense,
To punish or reward.
Against oppressing rage;
As troubles rise, his needful aids And sordid wretches, whom God hates, In our behalf engage.
Perversely they commend. 10 All those who have his goodness 4 To own a power above themselves, prov'd
Their haughty pride disdains; Will in his truth confide;
And therefore in their stubborn mind Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man No thought of God remains. That on his help rely'd.
5 Oppressive methods they pursue, 11 Sing praises therefore to the Lord, And all their foes they slight; From Sion, his abode;
Because thy judgments unobserv'd, Proclaim his deeds, till all the world Are far above their sight. Confess no other God.
6 They fondly think their prosp'rous
state PART II.
Shall unmolesteci be; 12 When he inquiry makes for blood,
They think their vain designs shall He'll call the poor to mind:
thrive, The injur'd humble man's complaint
From all misfortunes free. Relief from him shall find.
7 Vain and deceitful their speech, 13 Tahe pity on my troubles, Lord,
With curses fill’d, and lies; Which spiteful foes create,
By which the mischief of their heart Thou that last rescu'd me so oft
They study to disguise. From death's devouring gate.
8 Near public roads they lie conceal'd, 14 In Sion then I'll sing thy praise,
And all their art employ, To all that love thy name;
The innocerit and poor at once And, with loud shouts of grateful joy,
To rifle and destroy: Thy saving power proclaim.
9 Not lions, couching in their dens, 15 Deep in the pit they digg'd for me,
Surprise their heedless prey The heathen pride is laid;
With greater cunning; or express Their guilty feet to their own spare
More savage rage than they. Are heedlessly betray'd.
10 Sometimes they act the harmless man, 16 Thus, by the just returns he makes,
And modest looks they wear; The mighty Lord is known;
That so deceiv'd, the poor may less While wicked men by their own plots,
Their sudden onset fear. Are shamefully o'erthrown. 17 No single sinner shall escape,
PART II. By privacy obscur'd;
11 For God, they think, no notice takes Nor nation, from his just revenge, Of their unrighteous deeds;
By numbers be secur'd. 18 Hlis sufforing saints, when most dis- He never minds the suff’ring poor,
Nor their oppression heeds. tressid,
12 But thou, O Lord, at length arise, He ne'er forgets to aid;
Stretch forth thy mighty arm ; Their expectations shall be crown'd,
And, by the greatness of thy power, Though for a time delay'd.
Defend the poor from harın. 19 Arise, O Lord, assert thy power,
13 No longer let the wicked vaunt, And let not man o'ercome;
And, proudly boasting, say, Descend to judgment, and pronounce
Tush, God regards not what we do; The guilty heathen's doom. 20 Strike terror through the nations 14 But sure thou seest, and all their
He never will repay.' round,
deeds, Till, by consenting fear, They to each other, and themselves,
Impartially dost try; But mortal men appear.
The orphan, therefore, and the poor,
On thee for aid roly.
15 Defenceless let the wicked fall,
Of all their strength bereft;
Confound, o God, their dark designs, Why hid'st thou now thy face,
Till no remains are left.
Which shall for ever stand;
Have made the poor their prey; From this thy chosen land. Olet them fall by those designs 17 Thou hear'st the humble supplicants Which they for others lay.
That to thy throne repair; $ For straight they triumph, if success Thou first preparist their hearts to pray, Their thriving crimes attend;
And then accept'st their prayer.
THY presence why withdraw'st thou,
18 Thou, in thy righteous judgments7 The promise of his aiding grace weigh'st
Shall reach its purpos'd end; The fatherless and poor;
His servants from this faithless race That so the tyrants of the earth
He ever shall defend. May persecute no more.
8 Then shall the wicked be perplex'd,
Nor know which way to fly ;
Shall be advanc'd on high.
Tow long wilt thou forget me, Lord? And ready fix their dart, Lurking in ambush to destroy
How long wilt thou withdraw from me, The men of upright heart.
Oh! never to return? 3 When once the firm assurance fails, 2 How long shall anxious thoughts my Which public faith imparts,
soul, Tis time for innocence to fly
And grief my heart oppress? From such deceitful arts.
How long my enemies insult, 4 Tbe Lord hath both a temple here, And I have no redress?
And righteous throne above; 3 Oh ! hear, and to my longing eyes Where he surveys the sons of men,
Restore thy wonted light, And how their councils move.
And suddenly, or I shall sleep 5 If God the righteous, whom he loves,
In everlasting night. For trial does correct,
4 Restore me, lest they proudly boast What must the sons of violence,
'Twas their own strength o'ercame ; Whom he abhors, expect?
Permit not them that vex my soul & Snares, fire, and brimstone, on their
To triumph in my shame. heads
5 Since I have always placed my trust Shall in one tempest shower;
Beneath thy mercy's wing, This dreadful mixture his revenge Thy saving health will come; and then Into their cup shall pour.
My heart with joy shall spring. 7 The righteous Lord will righteous 6 Then shall my song, with praise deeds
inspired, With signal favour grace,
To thee, my God, ascend, And to the upright man disclose
Who to thy servant in distress
Such bounty didst extend.
URE wicked fools must need suppose One just and faithful friend.
Corrupt and lewd their practice grows; 2 One neighbour now can scarce believe No breast is warm'd with holy flame. What t'other does impart;
2 The Lord look'd down from Heaven's With flatt'ring lips they all deceive,
high tower, And with a double heart.
And all the sons of men did view, 3 But lips that with deceit abound To see if any own'd his power; Can never prosper long;
If any truth or justice knew. God's righteous vengeance will con- 3 But all, he saw, were gone aside, found
All were degen rate grown and base; The proud blaspheming tongue. None took religion for their guide, 4 In vain those foolish boasters say,
Not one of all the sinful race. "Our tongues are sure our own; 4 But can these workers of deceit With doubtful words we'll still betray,
Be all so dull and senseless grown, "And be controll'd by none.'
That they, like bread, my people eat, 5 For God, who hears the suff’ring poor, And God's almighty power disown?
And their oppression knows, 5 How will they tremble then for fear, Will soon arise and give them rest, When his just wrath shall them o'erIn spite of all their foes.
take? 6 The word of God shall still abide, For to the righteous God is near, And void of falsehood be,
And never will their cause forsake. As is the silver, seven times try'd, 6 Ill men, in vain, with scorn expose From drossy mixture free.
Those methods which the good pursne;
For Peatreenee we defend times afford S'That woede is nothing bue de suporte SINCE gomly men decay, O Lord,
Since God a refuge is for those 17 Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord,
To break his people's servile band, In sorrow's dismal night.
8 I strive each action to approve Should loudly echo through the land. To his all-seeing eye;
No danger shall my hopes remove,
Because he still is nigh.
Wak'd by his pow'rful voice. 2 'Tis he, whose every thought and deed 10 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath, By rules of virtue moves;
My soul from hell shalt free; Whose gen'rous tongue disdains to speak Nor let thy Holy One in death
The thing his heart disproves. The least corruption see. 3 Who never did a slander forge, 11 Thou shalt the paths of life display,
His neighbour's fame to wound; Which to thy presence lead; Nor hearken to a false repert,
Where pleasures dwell without allay, By malice whisper'd round.
And joys that never fade. 4 Who vice, in all its pomp and power,
PSALM XVII. Can treat with just neglect; And piety, though cloth'd in rags, Tom just plea and sad complaint,
Religiously respect. 5 Who to his plighted vows and trust And to my prayer, as 'tis unfeignid, Has ever firmly stood;
A gracious ear afford. And though he promise to his loss,
2 As in thy sight I am approv'd, He makes his promise good.
So let my 'sentence be; 6 Whose soul in usury disdains
And with impartial eyes, O Lord, His treasure to employ;
My upright dealing see. Whom no rewards can ever bribe
3 For thou hast search'd my heart by day, The guiltless to destroy.
And visited by night; 7 The man, who by his steady course And, on the strictest trial, found · Has happiness insur'd,
Its secret motions right. When earth's foundation shakes, shall Nor shall thy justice, Lord, alone stand,
My heart's designs acquit; By providence secur'd.
For have purpos’d that my tongue
Shall no offence commit.
4 I know what wicked men would do me from my cruel foes, Their safety to maintain; And shield me, Lord, from harm; But me thy just and mild commands Because my trust I still repose
From bloody paths restrain. On thy almighty arm.
5 That I may still, in spite of wrongs, 2 My soul all help but thine does slight, My innocence secure, All gods but thee disown;
O guide me in thy righteous ways, Yet can no deeds of mine requite Ånd make my footsteps sure.
The goodness thou hast shown. 6 Since, heretofore, I ne'er in vain 3 But those that strictly virtuous are, To thee my prayer address'd;
And love the thing that's right, O! now, my God, incline thine ear To favour always, and prefer,
To this my just request. Shall be my chief delight.
7 The wonders of thy truth and love 4 How shall their sorrows be increasid, In my defence engage; Who other gods adore !
Thou, whose right hand preserves thy Their bloodv off'rings I detest,
saints Their very names abhor.
From their oppressor's rage. 5 My lot is fall’n in that blest land Where God is truly known;
PART II. He fills my cup with lib'ral hand, 8, 9 0! keep me in thy tend'rest care; 'Tis he supports my throne.
Thy shelt'ring wings stretch out, 6 In nature's most delightful scene To guard me safe from savage foes, My happy portion lies;
That compass me about: The place of my appointed reign 10 O'ergrown with luxury, enclos'd All other lands outvies.
In their own fat they lie;