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PSALM XXXIX. I can no more sustain. 3 My Besh is one continu'd wound, RESOLYMto watch o’erall my ways, Thy wrath so fiercely glows;

I curb'd iny hasty words, when I Betwixt my punishment and guilt

The wicked prosp'rous saw. My bones have no repose.

2 Like one that's dumb, I silent stood, 4 My sins, which to a deluge swell,

And did my tongue refrain My sinking head o'ertlow,

From good discourse; but that restraint And, for ny feeble strength to bear,

Increas'd my inward pain. Too vast a burden grow.

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

of days) Infecting ev'ry part; 8 With sickness worn, I groan and roar The num'rous train of ills viisclose,

How soon my life will end: Through anguish of my

heart.

Which this frail state attend.
PART II.

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; All my desires appear; And sure my groans have been too loud, 6 Man, like a shadow, vainly walks,

But vanity appears. Not to have reach'd thine ear.

With fruitless cares oppress'd; 10 My heart's oppress’d, my strength He heaps up wealth, but caunot tell decay'd,

By whom 'twill be possessid. My eyes depriv'd of light;

7 Why then should I on worthless toys 11 Friends, lovers, kinsmen, gaze aloof

With anxious cares attend? On such a dismal sight;

On thee alone my steadfast hope 12 Meanwhile, the foes that seek my life,

Shall ever, Lord, depend. Their snares to take ine set';

8,9 Forgive my sir..; nor let me scorn'a Vent slanders, and contrive all day

By foolish sinners be; To forge some new deceit:

For I was duinb, and murmur'd not, 13 But I, as if both deaf and dumb,...

Because 'twas done by thee. Nor heard, nor once reply'd ; !

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, To sink i now begin;

Before I vanish quite from hence, 18 19e, (Lord, I will confess,

And shall be seen no more.
To thee bevail my sin.
19 But waist i languish, my proud foes

PSALM XL.
Their strength and vigour boast;
And they that bate me without cause I

Til he vouchsafed a kind reply; Are grown a dreadful host.

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,

praixe;

men

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

PSALM KLIL face, To joyful triumph shall be rais'];

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.

ile : 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 Shall 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

PSALM XLIV.
Those happy days present,
When I, with troops of pious friends, O LORD, our fathers oft have told

In our attentive ears,
Thy temple did frequent.

Thy wonders, in their days perform’d,
When I advanc'd with songs of praise, And elder times than theirs :
My solemn vows to pay,

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 thinks

Their fainting troops could save. On thee and Sion still;

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.

Who 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 (0! therefore, as thou didst to them, A roaring sea is spread.

To us deliv'rance 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 I, 6 I'll neither trust my bow nor sword, Like one forgotten, mourn;

When I in fight engage; Forlorn, forsaken, and expor'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 foes upbraid:

From 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 off”; and now
Tope still; and thou shalt sing Most shamefully we yield;
The praise of him who is thy God, For thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead
Thy bealth's eternal spring.

Our armies to the field:
PSALM XLIII.

10 Since when, to ev'ry upstart foe TUST Judge of heav'n, against my foes We turn our backs in fight;

And with our spoil tbeir malice feast, O set me free, my God, from those 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. 8 Let me with light and truth be 12 Thy, people thou hast sold for blest;

claves,
Be these my guides to lead the way, And set their price so low,
Till on thy holy hill I rest,

That not thy treasure, by the sale,
And in thy sacred lemple pray. But their disgrace may prow.

13, 14 Reproach'd by all the nations 5 How sharp thy weapons are to them round,

That dare thy pow'r despise! The beathen's by-word grown; Down, down they fal, while through Whose scorn of us is both in speech

their heart And mocking gestures shown.

The feather'd arrow flies. 15 Confusion strikes me blind; my 6 But thy firm throne, O God, is fix'd, face

For ever to endure; In conscious shame I hide;

Thy sceptre's sway shall always last, 16 While we are scoff'd, and God blas By righteous laws secure. phemid,

7 Because thy heart, by justice led, By their licentious pride.

Did upright ways approve,
PART III.

And hated still the crooked paths, 17 On us this heap of woes is fallin; Where wand'ring sinners rove; All this we have endur'd;

Therefore did God, thy God, on thee Yet have not, Lord, renounc'd thy name, The oil of gladness shed; Or faith to thee abjurd:

And las, above thy fellows round, 18 But in thy righteous paths have kept Advanc'd thy lofty head.

Our hearts and steps with care; 8 With cassia, aloes, and myrrh, 19 Though thou hast broken all our Thy royal robes abound; strength,

Which, from the stately wardrobe And we almost despair.

brought, 20 Could we, forgetting thy great name, Spread grateful odours round. On other gods rely,

9 Among the honourable train 21 And not the Searcher of all hearts Did princely virgins wait;

The treacb'rous crime descry? The queen was plac'd at thy right hand, 22 Thou see'st what sufl'rings, for thy In golden robes

of state. sake,

PART II. We ev'ry day sustain;

10 But thou, O royal bride, give ear, All slaughter'd, or reserv'd like sheep And to my words attend; Appointed to be slain.

Forget thy native country now, 23 Awake, arise; let seeming sleep And ev'ry former friend. No longer thce detain;

11 So shall thy beauty charm the Nor let us, Lord, who sue to thee, For ever sue in vain.

Nor shall' his love decay; 24 O! wherefore hidest thou thy face For he has now become thy Lord; From our afflicted state,

To him due rev'rence pay. 25 Whose souls and bodies sink to 12 The Tyrian matrons, rich and earth

proud, With grief's oppressive weight. Shall humble presents make; 26 Arise, O Lord, and timely haste And all the wealthy nations sue To our deliv'rance make;

Thy favour to partake. Redeem us, Lord ;-if not for ours, 13 The King's fair Daughter's fairer Yet for thy mercy's sake.

soul PSALM XLV.

All inward graces fill; THILE I the King's loud praise re- Her raiment is of putest gold,

Adorn'd with costly skill. Indited by my heart,

14 She in her nuptial garments dressid, My tongue is like the pen of him With needles richly wrought, That writes with ready art.

Attended by her virgin train, 2 How matchless is thy form, o King! Shail to the King be brought."

Thy mouth with grace o'erflows; 15 With all the state of solemn joy Because fresh blessings God ou thee The triumph moves along; Eternally bestows.

Till, with wide gates, the royal court 3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty Receives the pompous throng. prince;

16 Thou, in thy royal Father's room, And, clad in rich array,

Must princely sons expect; With glorious ornaments of pow'r,

Whom thou to diffrent realms may'st Majestic pomp display.

send, 4 Ride on in state, and still protect To govern and protect;

The meek, the just, and true ; 17 Whilst this my song to future times Whilst thy right hand, with swift re Transmits tby glorious name; venge,

And makes the world, with one consent, Does all thy foes pursue.

Thy lasting praise proclaim.

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PSALM XLVI.

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In hím, undaunted, we'n confide; Imperial city lies.
2,3 Though earth were from her centre 3 God in her palaces is known;
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His presence is her guard :
And mountains in the ocean lost, 4 Confed'rate kings withdrew their

Torn peace-meal by the roaring tide. siege,
4 A gentler stream with gladness still And of success despaird.
The city of our Lord shali fill,

5 They view'd her walls, admir'd, and The royal seat of God most high:

fled, 3 God dwells in Sion, whose fair tow'rs With grief and terror struck ; Shall mock th’assaults of earthly pow'rs, 6 like women, whom the sudden pangs

While his Almighty aid is nigh. Of travail had o'ertook.
6 In tumults when the heathen rag?d, 7 No wretched crew of mariners
And kingdoms war against us wag'd, Appear like them forlorn,
He thunder'd, and dispers'd their When fleets from Tarshish' 'wealthy
pow'rs:

coasts
7 The Lord of hosts conducts our arms, By eastern winds are torn.
Our tow'r of refuge in alarms,

8 In Sion we have seen perform'd Our fathers' Guardian-God and ours. A work that was foretold, 3 Come, see the wonders he hath In pledge that God, for times to come, wrought,

his city will uphold. On earth what'desolation brought ; 9 Not in our fortresses and walls

How he has calm'd the jarring world: Did we, o God, confide; 9 He broke the warlike spear and bow; But on the temple fix'd our hopes, With them their thund'ring chariot too In which thou dost reside.

Into devouring fames were hurl'd. 10 According to thy sov'reign name, 10 Submit to God's Almighty sway; Thy praise through earth extends; For bim the heathen shall obey, Thy pow'rful arm, as justice guides,

And earth her Sov'reign Lord confess: Chastises or defends. 11 The God of hosts conducts our arms, 11 Let Sion's mount with joy resound; Our tow'r of refuge in alarms,

Her daughters all be taught
As to our fathers in distress.

In songs his judgments to extol,
PSALM XLVII.

Who this deliv'rance wrought.
O And ye people, clap your hands, 12 Compass her walls in solemn pomp:

And with triumphant voices sing ; Your eyes quite round her cast; No force the mighty Pow'r withstands Count all her tow'rs, and see if there of God, the universal King.

You find one stone displac'd.
3, 4 He shall opposing nations quell, 13 Her forts and palaces survey ;

And with success our battles fight; Observe their order well;
Shall fix the place where we must dwell, That, with assurance, to your heirs

The pride of Jacob, his delight. His wonders you may tell. 5, 6 God is gone up, our Lord and King, 14 This God is ours, and will be ours, With shouts of joy, and trumpets' Whilst we in him confide; sound,

Who, as he has preserv'd us now,
To him repeated praises sing,

Till death will be our guide.
And let the cheerful song rebound.

PSALM XLIX. 7,8 Your utmost skill in praise be shown,

And my instruction hear; And spreads his sway o'er heathen Let bigh and low, and rich and poor, lands.

With joint consent give ear. 9 Our chiefs and tribes that far from 3 My mouth, with sacred wisdom fill’d, hence

Shall good advice impart;
To serve the God of Abr'am came,

The sound result of prudent thoughts,
Found him their constant sure defence : Digested in my heart.
How great and glorious is his name ! 4 To parables of weighty sense
PLALM XLVIII.

I wil my ear incline;
TÆLord, the only God, is great, Whilst to my tuneful harp I sing

Dark words of deep design.
In Sion, on whose happy mount, 5 Why should my courage fail in imes
His sacred trope is rais'de

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