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In heaven and earth, and wat'ry stores 4, 5 By his Almighty hand
Amazing works are wrought; 7 He raises vapours from the ground. The heavens by his command Which. pois'd in liquid air,
Were to perfection brought : Fall down at last in showers, through For God, &c. which
16 He spread the ocean round His dreadful lightninge glare.
About the spacious land; 8 He from his store-house brings the And made the rising ground winds;
Above the waters stand: And he, with vengeful hand,
For God, &c. The first-born slew of man and beast, 7, 8, 9 Through heaven he did display
Through Egypt's mourning land. His num'rous hosts of light; 9 He dreadful signs and wonders show'd, The sun to rule by day,
Through stubborn Egypt's coasts; The moon and stars by night: Nor Pharaoh could his plagues escape,
For God, &c. Nor all his num'rous hosts.
10, 11, 12 He struck the first-born dead 10, 11 "Twas he that various nations of Egypt's stubburn land; smote,
And thence his people led And mighty kings suppress'd;
With his resistless hand : Sihon and Og, and all besides,
For God, &c Who Cannan's land possess'd.
13, 14 By him the raging sea,
Disclos'd a middle way,
For God, &c.
Proud Pharaoh and his host,
Were in the billows lost :
16, 17, 18 Through deserts vast and wild O'er all the heathen lands,
He led the chosen seed; Are made of silver and of gold,
And famous princes foil'd, The work of human hands.
And made great monarchs bleed: 16, 17 They move not their fictitious For God, &c. tongues,
19, 20 Sihon, whose potent hand Nor see with polish'd eyes;
Great Ammon's sceptre away'd; Their counterfeited ears are deaf, And Og, whose stern command No breath their mouth supplies.
Rich Bashan's land obey'd : 18 As senseless as themselves are they For God, &c. That all their skill apply
21, 22 And, of his wondrous grace, To make them, or in dang 'rous tines Their lands whom he destroy'd, On them for aid rely.
He gave to Israel's race, 19 Their just returns of thanks to God To be by them enjoy'd : Let grateful Israel pay i
For God, &c.
On us with favour thought,
1 In peace and safety brought : And let all those who fear the Lord,
For God, &c His name for ever bless.
25, 26 He does the food supply, 21 Let all with thanks his wondrous! On which all creatures live: works
To God, who reigns on high, In Sion's courts proclaim;
Eternal praises give : Let them in Salem, where he dwells,
For God will prove
Our constant friend,
His boundless love
Shall never end. 1 Your joyful thanks repeat;
PSALM CXXXVII. To him due praise afford,
WHEN we, our weary limbs to rest, As good as he is great :
V Sat down by proud Euphraser' For God does prove
stream, Our constant friend,
We wept, with doleful thoughts opprest, His boundless love
And Sion was our mournful theme. Shall never end
12 Our harps, that when with joy we sung 2, 3 To him, whose wondrous power Were wont their luneful parts to bear All other gods obey,
With silent strings neglected hung Whom earthly kings adore,
On willow trees that wither'd there This grateful homage pay :
3 Meanwhile our foes, who all conspira For God, &c.
To triumph in our slavish wrongs,
Music and mirth of us requir'd, „4 Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would " Come, sing us one of Sion's songs."
vent, 4 How shall we tune our voice to sing, My yet unutter'd words'intent.
Or touch our harps with skilful hands ?5 Surrounded by thy power I stand; Shall hymns of joy to God, our King, On every side I find thy hand :
Be sung by slaves in foreign lands ? 6 O skill for human reach too high! 5 O Salem, our once happy seat! Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!
When I of thee forgetful prove, 7 O could I so perfidious be, Let then my trembling hand forget To think of once deserting thee,
The speaking strings with art to move ! Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun? 6 If I to mention thee forbear,
Or whither from thy presence run ? Eternal silence seize my tongue ; 8 If up to heaven I take my flight, Or if I sing one cheerful air,
'Tis there thou dwell'st, enthron'd in Till thy deliv'rance is my song.
light; Remember, Lord, how Édom's race, If down to bell's infernal plains, In thy own city's fatal day,
"Tis there Almighty vengeance reigns. Cry'd out, “Her stately walls deface, 9 If I the morning's wings could gain,
i And with the ground quite level lay." And fly beyond the western main, 8 Proud Babel's daughter, doom'd to be 10 Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
of grief and woe the wretched prey; And there arrest thy fugitive. Bless' is the man who shall to thee 11 Or, should I try to shun thy sight
The wrongs thou laid'st on us repay. Beneath the sable wings of night; 9 Thrice bless'd, who with just rage pos-One glance from thet, one piercing ray, sest,
Would kindle darkness into day. And deaf to all the parents' moans, 12 The veil of night is no disguise, Shall snatch thy infants from the breast, Ne screen from thy all-searching eyes; And dash their heads against the stones. Through midnight shades thou find'st thy PSALM CXXXVIII.
Jas in the blazing noon of day. TTTITH my whole heart, my God and 13 Thou know'st the texture of my heart,
My reins, and every vital part; Thy praise I will proclaim;
Each single thread in nature's loom, Before the gods with joy I'll sing,
By thee was cover'd in the womb. And bless thy holy name.
14 I'll praise thee, from whose hands! 2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat,
carne, And, with thy love inspir'd,
A work of such a curious frame; The praises of thy truth repeat,
The wonders thou in me hast shown, O'er all thy works admir'd.
. My soul with grateful joy must own. 3 Thou graciously inclin'dst thine ear, 115 Thine eves my substance did survey, When I to thee did cryi
Whilst yet a lifeless mass it lay, And, when my soul was press'd with fear, in secret how exactly wrought, Didst inward strength supply.
Ere from is dark enclosure brought. 4 Therefore shall every earthly prince
16 Thou uidst the shapeless embryo see Thy name with praise pursue,
Its parts were register'd by thee; Whom these admir'd events convince
Thou saw'st the daily growth they took That all thy works are true.
Form'd by the model of thy book. 5 They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord,
17 Let me acknowledge too, O God, With cheerful songs shall bless;
That since this maze of life I trod, And all thy glorious acts record,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount Thy awful power confess.
The power of numbers to recount. 6 For God, although enthron'd on high, 1. Far sooner could I reckon o'er Does thence the poor respect;
The sands upon the ocean's shore ; The proud far off his scornful eye
Each morn revising what I've done, Beholds with just neglect.
I find th' account but new begun. bles am oppress'd,19 The wicked thou shalt slay, o God. He shall my foes disarm,
Depart from me, ye men of blood, Relieve my soul when most distress'd,
20 Whose tongues heaven's Majesty pro And keep me safe from harm. 8 The Lord, whose mercies ever last,
And take th' Almighty's name in vain. Shall fix my happy state ;
21 Lord, hate not I their impious crew, And, mindful of his favours past,
Who thee with enmity pursue ? Shall his own work complete.
And does not grief my heart oppress, PSALM CXXXIX.
When reprobates thy laws transgress? THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast 22 Who practise enmity to thee 1 known
Shall utmost hatred have from me ; My rising up and lying down ;
Such men I utterly detest, My secret thoughts are known to thee, As if they were my foes profest. Known long before conceiv'd by me. 23, 21 Search, try, O God, my thoughts 3 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
and heart, My publir haunts and private ways; 'If mischief lurk in any part;
Correct me where I go astray,
When they are tempted and reduce And guide me in thy perfect way. 1. Like me, lo sore distress. PSALM CXL.
6 When skalking in Engedi's rock, DRESERVE me, Lord, from crafty! I to their chiefs appeal, r or treacherous intent; (foes, If one reproachful word I spoke, 2 And from the sons of violence, 1 Wher I had power to kill. On open mischief bent.
17 Yet us they persecute to death; 3 Their sland'ring tongne the serpent's! Our scatter'd ruins lie
In sharpness does exceed; sting As thick as from the bewer's axe Between their lips the gall of asps
The sever'd splinters fly. And adder's venom breed.
8 But, Lord, to thee I still direct 4 Preserve me, Lord, from wicked hands, My supplicating eyes ; Nor leave my soul forlom,
10 leave not destitute my soul, A prey to sons of violence,
Whose trust on thee relies Who have my ruin sworn.
19 Do thou preserve me from the snarea 5 The uroud for me have laid their share, That wicked hands have laid ; And spread their wily net;
Let them in their own nets be caught With traps and gins, where'er I move, While my escape is made I find my steps beset.
PSALM CXLII. 6 But thus environ'd with distress,
o God, with mournful voice, Thou art my God, I said ;
1 In deep distress I pray'd; Lord, hear my supplicating voice, 12 Made him the umpire of my cause. That calls to thee for aid.
1 My wrongs before him la id. 7 O Lord, the God whose saving strength 3 Thou didst my steps direct, Kind succour did convey,
When my griev'd soul despaird ; And cover'd my advent'rous head For where I thought to walk secure, In battle's doubtful day;
They had their traps prepar'd. 8 Permit not their unjust designs 4 I look'd, but found no friend To answer their desire ;
To own me in distress; Lest they, encourag'd by success, All refuge fail'd, no man vouchsar'd To bolder crimes aspire.
His pity or redress. 9 Let firs: their chiefs the sad effects 5 To God at last I pray'd ; Of their injustice mourn:
'Thou, Lord, my refuge art, The blast of their envenom'd breath My portion in the land of life, Upon themselves return.
1 Till life itself depart. 10 Let them who kindle first the flame, 6 Reduc'd to greatest straits, Its sacrifice become ;
To thee I make my moan; The pit they digg'd for me be made O save me from oppressing foes, Their own untimely tomb.
For me too powerful grown, 11 Though slander's breath may raise a 7 That I may praise thy name,
It quickly will decay: (storm, My soul from prison bring; Their rage does but the torrent swell, Whilst of thy kind regard to me That bears themselves away.
Assembled saints shall sing, 12 God will assert the poor man's cause,
PSALM CXLIII. And speedy succour give :
T ORD, hear my prayer, and to my cry
In thy accustom'd faith and truth
A gracious answer send.
Thy servant to be try'd ; And with accustom'd pity hear
Fer in thy sight no living man The accents of my grief.
Can e'er be justified. 2 Instead of off rings, let my prayer 3 The spiteful foe pursues my life, Like morning incense rise:
Whose comforts all are fled; My lifted hand supply the place
He drives me into caves as dark Of evening sacrifice,
As mansions of the dead. 3 From hasty language curb my tongue, 4 My spirit therefore is o'erwhelmid, And let a constant guard
And sinks within my breast; Still keep the portal of my lips
My mournful heart grows desolale, With wary silence barr'd.
With heavy woes opprest. 4 From wicked men's designs and deeds 5 I call to mind the days of old,
My heart and hands restrain ; | And wonders thou hast wrought; Nor let me in the booty share
My former dangers and escapes Or heir unrighteous gan
Employ my musing thought. 5 Let upright men reprove my faults, 16 To thee my hands in humble prayer And shall think them kind;
I fervently stretch out; Like balm that heals a wounded head, My soul for thy refreshment thirsts, I their reproof shall find;
I Like land oppress with drought. And, in return, my fervent prayer 17 Hear me with speed; my spit it fails I shall for them address,
| Thy face no longer hide,
Lest I become forlorn, like them
Who, though in solemn leagues they close. That in the grave reside.
Their sworn engagements ne'er main. 8 Thy kindness early let me hear,
tain. Whose trust on thee depends ;
12 Then our young sons like trees shall Teach me the way where I should go;
grow, My soul to thee ascenas.
Well planted in some fruitful place; 9 Do thou, O Lord, from all my foes Our daughters shall like pillars show, Preserve and set me free;
Design'd some royal court to grace, A safe retreat against their rage
13 Oor garners fill'd with various store, My soul implores from thee.
Shall us and ours with plenty feed; 10 Thou art my God, thy righteous will Our sheep, increasing more and more. Instruct me to obey;
Shall thousands and ten thousands Let thy good spirit lead and keep
breed. My soul in thy right way
14 Strong shall our lab'ring oxen grow, 11 o! for the sake of thy great name, Nor in their constant labour faint; Revive my drooping heart;
Whilst we no war nor slav'ry know, For thy truth's sake, to me distress'd, And in our streets hear no complain.. The promis'd aid impart.
15 Thrice happy is that people's case, 12 In pity to my sufferings, Lord, Whose various blessings thus abound; Reduce my foes to shame;
Who God's true worship still embrace, Slay them that persecute a sow
And are with his protection crown'd. Devoted to thy name.
T HEE will I bless, my God and King,
11 Thy endless praise proclaim; At once both strength and skill afford,
This tribute daily I will bring, To wield my arms with warlike art
And ever bless thy name. 2 His goodness is my fort and tower,
3 Thou, Lord, beyond compare art great, My strong deliv'rance, and my shield:l And highly to be prais d ; In him I trust whose matchless power
Thy majesty, with boundless height,
n y, majesty, with Makes to my sway fierce nations yield. Above our knowledge rais'd. 9 Lord, what's in man, that thou shouldst/4 Renown'd for mighty acts, thy fame love
1 To future time extends; Of him such tender care to take ?
From age to age thy glorious name What in his offspring could thee move
Successively descends Such great account of him to make ?
15,6 Whilst I thy glory and renown 4 The life of man does quickly fade,
And wondrous works express, His thoughts but empty are and vain,
The world with me thy might shall own, His days are like a flying shade,
And thy great power confess. Or whose short stay no signs remain. 7 The praise that to thy love belongs, 5 In solemn state, O God, descend,
| They shall with joy proclaim; Whilst heaven its lofty head inclines;
Thy truth of all their grateful songs The smoking hills asunder rend,
Shall be the constant theme. Of thy approach the awful signs.
18 The Lord is good; fresh acts of grace 6 Discharge thy awful lightnings round,l.
od. His pity still supplies ; And make thy scatter'd foes retreat ;
His anger moves with slowest pace, Then with thy pointed arrows wound, 1. His willing mercy flies. And their destruction soon complete. 19, 10 Thy love through earth extends ito
1 7, 8 Do hou, O Lord, from heaven en
To all thy works exprest; gage, Thy boundless power my foes to quell, These show thy praise, whilst thy great And snatch me from the stormy rage
name Of threat'ning waves, that proudly),
dix! Is by thy servants blest. swell.
11 They, with a glorious prospect fir'd, Fight thou against my foreign foes,
Shall of thy kingdom speak;
And thy great power, by all admir'd,
1112 God's glorious works of ancient dato lain.
Shall thus to all be known; 9 So I to thee, O King of kings,
And thus his kingdom's royal stats In new-made hymnis my voice shalll. With public splendour shown. raise,
(13 His steadfast throne, fron changes frui, And instruments of many strings
Shall stand for ever fast; S.all help me thus to sing thy praise : His boundless sway no end shall see, 10 God does to kings his aid afford,
But time itself outlast "lo them his sure salvation sends;
PART 11 HM he that from the murdering sword 14, 15 The Lord does them support the
“ Hia servant David still defends." And makes the prostrate rise; (fall, 11 Fight thou against my foreign foes, For his kind aid all creatures call,
Who utter speeches false and "vain ; TWho timely food supplies.
16 Whate'er their various wants require,He tells the number of the stars, With open hand he gives;
"Their several names he knows. And so fulfils the just desire
15. 6 Great is the Lord, and great his Of every thing that lives.
power, 17, 18 How holy is the Lord, how Just, His wisdom has no bound, How righteous all bis ways!
The meek he raises, and throws down How nigh to him, who with firm trust The wicked to the ground For his assistance prays!
17 To God, the Lord, a hymn of praise 19 He grants the full desire of those With grateful voices singi Who him with fear adore;
To songs of triumph tune the harp, And will their troubles soon compose. And strike each warbling string When they hrs and implore
JR He rovers heaven with clouds, and 20 The Lord preserves all those with care,
theuce Whom grateful love employs, 1 Refreshing rain bestows, But sinners, who his vengeance dare. Through him, on mountain tops, the grass With furious rage destroys
With wondrous plenty grows 21 My ume to come, in praises spent, 9 He savage beasts, that loosely range, Shall still advance his fame i
With timely food supplies
1 And stops their hungry cries
110 He values not the warhke steed,
But does his strength disdain ;
For ever bless his name [soul, No prize from him can gain
| Has tender love extends 3 On kings, the greatest sons of men, To him that on his boundless grace Let none for aid rely.
With steadfast hope depends. They cannot save in dang 'rous times, 112. 13 Let Sion and Jerusalem Nor timely help apply
To God their praise address; 4 Depriv' of breath. to dust they then, Who fene'd their gates with massy bar And there neglected lie
And does their children bless And all their thoughts and yo in designs 134, 15 Through all their borders he gir Together with thein die
peace. 5 Then happy he, who Jacot 6 God With finest wbeat they're fed ; For his protector takes;
He speaks the word, and what he wills Who sull, with well-plac'd hope, the Lord is done as soon as sad His constant refuge makes
16 Large flakes of snow, lake fleecy wool, 6 The Lord, who made both heaven and Descend at his command;
And al. that they contain, (earth, And boary frost, like ashes spread, Will never quit his steadfast truth
is sentter'd o'er the land. Nor make his promise vain.
17 When, join'd to these. he does his 7 The poor, upprest, from all their wrongs In little morsels break Are eas'd by his decree,
Who can against his piercing cold
18 He sends his word, which melts the 8 By him the blind receive their sight, He makes his wind to blow; ice
The weak and fallin he rears; And soon the streains, congeal'e before, With kind regard and tender love
In plenteous currents flow
19 By him his statules and decrees 9 The strangers he preserves from harm, To Jacob's sons were shown ; The orphan kindly treats
And still to Israel s chosen seed
His righteous laws are known.
20 No other nation this can boast
To heathen lands nis oracles, From age to age his reign endures : And knowledge of his word. Let all his praises sing
VE boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's fame
And celebrate his fume joy, Above the starry frame:
Your voices raise,
Ye Cherubim, ? His holy city God will build,
To sing his praise.
And sun, that guid'st the day, 3, 4 Headly heals the broken hearts, Ye glitt'ring stars of light, And all their wounds does close
To himn your honage way!