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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 ;
Within a covert way.
Their swelling rage controul ;
Deliver thou my soul : 14 From worldly men, thy sharpest scourge,
Whose portion's here below;
No other bliss to know.
Their substance while they live ; Their heirs survive, to whom they may
The vast remainder give.
Shall view without controul ;
For thou hast always been my rock,
A fortress and defence to me.
My trust is in thy mighty pow'r;
* At home my safeguard and my tow'r. 3. To thee I will address my pray'r,
To whom all praise we justly owe ;
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 thi
The conscious earth was struck with fear;
Nor could his dreadful fury bear.
Ensigns of wrath before him came;
That coals were kindled at its flame. 9 He left the beauteous realms of light,
Whilst heav'n bow'd down its awful head;
Was like a sable carpet spread. 10 The chariot of the King of kings,
Which active troops of angels drew,
With most amazing swiftness few.
With thickest shades, his face to veil ;
And fell in show'rs of fire and hail. 13 Through Heav'n's wide arch a thund'ring peal
God's angry voice did loudly roar ;
And flakes of fire was cover'd o'er. 14 His sharpen'd arrows round he threw,
Which made his scatter'd foes retreat ;
And quickly finish'd their defeat. 15 The deep its secret stores disclos'd,
The world's foundations naked lay ;
From Heav'n, his throne, my cause upheld ; And snatch'd me from the furious rage
Of threat’ning waves, that proudly swell’d. 17 God his resistless pow'r employ'd
My strongest soes' attempts to break;
The weak defence that I could make. 18 Their subtle rage had near prevailid,
When I distress'd and friendless lay :
But still, when other succours fail'd,
God was my firm support and stay. 19 From dangers that enclos’d me round,
He brought me forth and set me free ;
That mov'd him to delight in me. 20 Because in me no guilt remains,
God does his gracious help extend ;
Therefore the Lord is stinl my friend. 21, 22 For I his judgments keep in sight,
In his just paths I always trod ;
Nor loosely wander' from my God. 23, 24 But still my soul, sincere and pure,
Did ev'in from darling sins refrain ;
PART IV. 25, 26 Thou suit'st, O Lord, thy righteous ways
To various paths ot human-kind ;
With thee shall wondrous mercy find.
The pure thy purity shall see:
Shall meet with due returns from thee, 27, 28 That he the humble soul will save,
And crush the haughty's boasted might,
Whose darkness he has turn’d to light. 29 On his firm succour I rely'd,
And did o'er num'rous foes prevail ;
The best defended walls to scale. 30 For God's designs shall still succeed,
His word will bear the utmost test;
And on his sure protection rest. 31 Who then deserves to be ador'd;
But God, on whom my hopes depend ?
Can with resistless pow'r defend ?
And all my just designs fulfills ;
And nimbly climb the steepest hills. 34 Lessons of war from him I take,
And manly weapons learn to wield ;
Forc'd by my stronger arms to yield. 35 The buckler of his saving health
Protects me from assaulting foes ;
And greatness from his bounty flows. 56 My goings he enlarg'd abroad,
Till then to narrow paths confin'd ;
The method of my steps design'd. 37 Through him I num'rous hosts defeat,
And flying squadrons captive take ;
Till I a final conquest make.
Their vanquish'd heads again to rear ;
Beneath my feet, and grovel there. 39 God, when fresh armies take the field,
Recruits my strength, my courage warms; He makes my strong opposers yield,
Subdu'd by my prevailing arms.
My conqu’ring feet in triumph press ;
Who hate and envy my success. 41 With loud complaints all friends they try'd ;
But none was able to defend ;
But God would no assistance lend. 42 Like flying dust, which winds pursue,
Their broken troops I scatter'd round;
By God's appointment me obey ;
The heathen to my sceptre bow,
And foreign nations own my sway. 44 Remotest realms their homage send,
When my successful name they hear ; Strangers for my commands attend,
Charm'd with respect, or aw'd by fear. 45 All to my summons tamely yield,
Or soon in battle are dismay'd;
And still in strongest holds afraid. 46 Let the eternal Lord be prais?d,
The rock on whose defence I rest!
Who me with his salvation bless'd! 47 'Tis God that still supports my right;
His just revenge my foes pursues ; 'Tis he, that, with resistless might,
Fierce nations to my yoke subdues. 48 My universal safeguard he !
From whom my lasting honours flow; He made me great, and set me free
From my remorseless bloody foe. 49 Therefore, to celebrate his fame,
My grateful voice to Heav'n I'll raise ; And nations, strangers to his Name,
Shall thus be taught to sing his praise : 50 “God to his king deliv’rance sends ;
“ Shows bis anointed signal grace ;
Their great Creator's skill.
Fresh beams of knowledge brings ;
Divine instruction springs.
Or region is confin'd;
Alike by all mankind,