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8. Then shall the wicked be perplex’d,
Nor know which way to fly ;
When those whom they despis’d and vex'd,
Shall be advanc'd on high.

PSALM XIII. y | I OW long wilt thou forget me, Lord? -* Must I forever mourn ? How long wilt thou withdraw from me, Oh, never to return ? 2 How long shall anxious thoughts my soul, And grief my heart oppress : How long my enemies insult, And I have no redress :

7- 3 Oh! hear, and to my longing eyes

Restore thy wonted light,

And suddenly, or I shall sleep
In everlasting night.

4 Restore me, lest they proudly boast

'Twas their own strength o'ercame ;

Permit not them that vex my soul
To triumph in my shame.

3 5 Since I have always plac'd my trust
Beneath thy mercy's wing,
Thy saving health will come ; and then
r My heart with joy shall spring.

- 6 Then shall my song, with praise inspir’d,
To thee my God ascend,
Who to thy servant in distress
Such bounty didst extend.
I So, wicked fools must needs suppose
That God is nothing but a name ;
Corrupt and lewd their practice grows;
No breast is warm'd with holy flame.
2 The Lord look'd down from Heav'n's high tow'r,
And all the sons of men did view,
To see if any own'd his pow'r ;
If any truth or justice knew.

3 But all, he saw, were gone aside,
All were degen'rate grown and base;
None took religion for their guide,
Not one of all the sinful race.
4. But can these workers of deceit
Be all so dull and senseless grow’n,

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That they, like bread my people eat,
And God's almighty pow'r disown

How will they tremble then for fear,
When his just wrath shall them o'ertake :
For to the righteous God is near,
And never will their cause forsake.
Ill men, in vain, with scorn expose
Those methods which the good pursue ;
Since God a refuge is for those
Whom his just eyes with favour view.

Would he his saving pow'r employ
To break his people's servile band,

Then shouts of universal joy
Should loudly echo through the land.

ORD, who's the happy man that may
To thy blest courts repair,
Not, stranger-like, to visit them,
But to inhabit there :
"Tis he, whose ev’ry thought and deed
By rules of virtue moves;
Whose gen’rous tongue disdains to speak
The thing his heart disproves.

Who never did a slander forge,
His neighbour's fame to wound ;
Nor hearken to a false report,
By malice whisper'd round.
Who vice, in all its pomp and pow'r,
Can treat with just neglect;
And piety, though cloath'd in rags,
Religiously respect.

Who to his plighted vows and trust
Has ever firmly stood;
And though he promise to his loss,
He makes his promise good.
Whose soul in usury disdains
His treasure to employ ;
Whom no reward can ever bribe
The guiltless to destroy.

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The man, who by his steady course + . . . .
Has happiness insur’d,

When earth's foundation shakes, shall stand,
By Providence secur'd,

1 DROTECT me from my cruel foes,
And shitlá me, Lord, from harm :
Because my trust I still repose /
On thy Almighty arm. /
2 My soul all help but thine does slight,
All gods but thee disown;
Yet can no deeds of mine requite
The goodness thou hast shown.

3 But those that strictly virtuous are,
And love the thing that's right,
To favour always, and prefer,
Shall be my chief delight.
4 How shall their sorrows be increas'd,
Who other gods adore ?
Their bloody off'rings I detest,
Their very names abhor.

5 My lot is fall’n in that blest land
Where God is truly known;
He fills my cup with lib'ral hand,
'Tis he supports my throne.
6 In nature's most delightful scene
My happy portion lies ;
The place of my appointed reign
All other lands outvies.

so 7 Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord, |

- Whose precepts give me light; And private counsel still afford In sorrow’s dismal night. 2 8 I strive each action to approve To his all-seeing eye; No danger shall my hopes remove, Because he still is nigh.

3, 9 Therefore my heart all grief defies, My glory does rejoice; My flesh shall rest, in hope to rise, - Wak'd by his powerful voice. * 10 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath, My soul from hell shalt free; Nor let thy Holy One in death The least corruption see.

^ 11 Thou shalt the paths of life display, Which to thy presence lead ; Where pleasures dwell without allay,

PSALM XVII. l To my just plea and sad complaint Attend, O righteous Lord ; And to my pray’r, as 'tis unfeign'd, A gracious ear afford. As in thy sight I am approv’d, So let my sentence be ; And with impartial eyes, O Lord, My upright dealing see. For thou hast search'd my heart by day, , And visited by night : And, on the strictest trial, found Its secret motions right. Nor shall thy justice, Lord, alone My heart's designs acquit; For I have purpos'd that my tongue Shall no offence commit.


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Since, heretofore, I ne'er in vain
To thee my pray’r address'd ;
O ! now, my God, incline thine ear
To this my just request. -
The wonders of thy truth and love s
In my defence engage ;
Thou, whose right hand preserves thy saints
From their oppressor’s rage.


8, 9 O ! keep me in thy tend’rest care; Thy shelt’ring wings stretch out, To guard me safe from savage foes, • That compass me about : 10 O'ergrown with luxury, enclos'd In their own fat they lie; And, with a proud blaspheming mouth, Both God and man desy.

Al Well may they boast, for they have now
My paths encompass'd round; -

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Their eyes at watch, their bodies bow’d, And couching on the ground; 12 In posture of a lion set, When greedy of his prey; Or a young lion, when he lurks Within a covert way.

13 Arise, O Lord, defeat their plots,
Their swelling rage controul;
From wicked men, who are thy sword,
Deliver thou my soul :
14 From worldly men, thy sharpest scourge,
Whose portion's here below ;
Who, fill'd with earthly stores, aspire
No other bliss to know.

15 Their race is num’rous, that partake
Their substance while they live;
Their heirs survive, to whom they may
The vast remainder give.
16 But I, in uprightness, thy face
Shall view without controul ;
And, waking, shall its image find
Reflected in my soul. -


* 1, 2 O change of time shall ever shock My firm affection, Lord, to thee; For thou hast always been my rock, e A fortress and defence to me. Thou my deliv'rer art, my God; My trust is in thy mighty pow'r ; Thou art my shield from foes abroad, "At home my safeguard and my tow’r.

3 To thee I will address my pray'r,
To whom all praise we justly owe ;
So shall I, by thy watchful care,

Be guarded from my treach’rous foe.

4, 5 By floods of wicked men distress'd,
With seas of sorrow compass'd round,
With dire infernal pangs oppress'd,
In death's unwieldy fetters bound ;

6 To heav'n I made my mournful pray’r,
To God address'd my humble moan ;
Who graciously inclin'd his ear,
And heard me from his lofty th

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