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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

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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.
When dismal times of deep distress, 16 Assert thy just dominion, Lord,
Call for thy wonted grace?

Which shall for ever stand;
2 The wicked, swell’d with lawless pride, Thou who the heathen didst expel

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,

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18 Thou, in thy righteous judgment? The promise of his aiding grace

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;

When those whom they despis'd and

A refuge always nigh

Shall be advanc'd on high.
Why should I, like a tim'rous bird,
To distant mountains fly?

2 Behold, the wicked bend their bow,
And ready fix their dart,

HWlong wilt thou forget me, Lord?

Must I for ever mourn? 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. 4 The Lord hath both a temple here,

How long my enemies insult,

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

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
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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
The brightness of his face.

Such bounty didst extend.

SINCE godly men decay, O Lord,


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 Illmen, in vain, with scorn expose Froin drossy mixture free.

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Since God a refuge is for those 17 Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord, · Whom his just eyes with favour view. Whose precepts give me light; 7 Would he his saving power employ And private counsel still afford

To break his people's servile band, In sorrow's dismal night. Then shouts of universal joy

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.
LORD:Who's the happy man that may . Therefore and hearicell grief defies,
Not stranger-like, to visit them, My flesh shall rest, in hope to rise,
But to inhabit there?

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, Tamen just plea and sad complaint

, Religiously respect. 5 Who to his plighted vows and trust And to my prayer, as 'tis unfeign'd, 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 PROTECT 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 And 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, 0! now, my God, incline thine ear To favour always, and prefer,

To this my just request. Shall be my chief delight.

17 The wonders of thy truth and love 4 How shall their sorrows be increas'd, In my defence engage; Who other gods adore !

Thou, whose right band preserves thy Their bloodv off 'rings I detest,

saints Their very names abhor.

From their oppressor's rage. 5 My lot is fallin 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 abont: The place of my appointed reign 10 O'ergrown with luxury, enclos'd All other lands outvies.

In the r own fat they lie;

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And with a proud blası heining mouth, 9 He left the beauteous realms of light, Both God and man deiy.

Whiist heaven bow'd down its awful 11 Well may ay boasi, for they have head DOW

Beneath his feet substantial night
My paths encompass'u round;

Was like a sable carpet spread. Their eyes at watch, ibeir bodies bow'd, 10 The chariot of the King of kings, And couching on the ground;

Wbich active troops of anys drew, 12 la posture of a lion set,

On a strong tempest's rania wings,
When greedy of bis prey;

With most amazing swiftness flew. Or a young lion, when he lurks

11, 12 Black watery mists and clouds Within a covert way.

conspir'd, 13 srise, O Lord, defeat their plots, With thick est shades his face to veil; Their swelling rage control;

But at his brightness soon retird, From wicked men, who are thy sword, And fell in showers of fire and hail. Deliver thou my soul:

13 Through heaven's wide arch a thun 14 From wordly men, thy sharpest d'ring peal scourge,

God's angry voice did loudly roar; Whose portion's here below; While earth's sad face with heaps of hail Who, fill'd with earth y stores, aspire

And takes of fire was cover'd v'er. No other bliss to know.

14 His sharpen'd arrows round he threw, 15 Their race is num'rous, that partake

Which made his scatter'd foes retreat; Their substance while they live; Like darts his nimble lightnings flew, Their heirs survive, to whom they may And quickly finish'd their defeat. The vast remainder give.

15 The deep its secret stores disclos'd, 16 But I, in uprightness, thy face The world's foundation naked lay; Shall view without control;

By his avenging wrath expos'd, And, waking, sball its image find Which fiercely rag'd that dreadful day. Refiected in my soul.


16 The Lord did on my side engage; PSALM XVIII.

From heaven, his throne, my cause To change of time shall ever shock upheld;

My firm affection, Lord, to thee; And snatch'd me from the furious rage For thou hast always been my rock, of threat'ning waves, that proudly A fortress and defence to me.

swellid. Thou, my deliv'rer art, my God; 17 God his resistless power employ'd

My trust is in thy mighly power; My strongest foes' attempts to break; Thou art my shield from foes abroad, Who else with ease had soon destroy'd

At home my safeguard and my tower. The weak defence that I could make. 3 To thee I will address my prayer, 18 Their subtle rage had near prevail'd,

To whom all praise we justiy owe; When I distress'd and friendless lay; So shall 1, by thy waichsul care, But still, when other succours fail'd,

Be guarded from my treach'rous foe. God was my firm support and stay. 4, 5 By floods of wicked men distress'd, 19 From dangers that enclos'd me round,

With seas of sorrow compass'd, He brought me forth and set me free; With dire infernal pangs oppressid, For some just cause his goodness found,

In death's unwieldy tetters bound; Tbat inov'd him to delight in me. 6 To heaven I made my mournful 20 Because in me no guilt remains, prayer,

God does his gracious help extend; To Gou aduress'd my humble moan; My hands are free from bloody stains; Who graciously inclined his ear,

Therefore the Lord is still my friend. And heard me from his lofty throne. 21, 22 For I his judgments keep in sight, PART II.

In his just paths I always trod;

I never did his statutes slight, 7 When God arose my part to take, Nor loosely wander'd from my God. The conscious earth was struck with 23, 24 But still my soul, sincere and fear;

pure, The hills did at his presence shake, Did even from darling sins refrain;

Nor could his dreadful fury bear. His favours therefore yet endure, 8 Thick clouds of smoke dispers'd Because my heart and hands are clean, abroad,

Ensigns of wrath before him came; 25, 26 Thou suit'st, O Lord, thy righte-
Devouring fire around him glow'd,

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They who for mercy merit praice, 142

Like dying dust, which winds pursue, With thee shall wondrous mercy find. Their broken troups I scatter'd round; Thou to the just shalt justice show; Their slaughter'd bodies forth I threw, The pure thy purity shall see:

Like loathsome dirt, that clogs the Such as perversely choose to go,

ground. Shall meet with due returns from thee. 27, 28 That he the humble soul will save,

PART VI. And crush the haughty's boasted 43 Our factious tribes, at strife till now, might,

By God's appointment me obey; In me the Lord an instance gave,

The heathen to my sceptre bow, Whose darkness he has turn'd to light. And foreign nations own my sway. 29 On his firm succour I rely'd, 44 Remotest realms their homage sena,

And did o'er mm'rous foes prevail ; When my successful name they hear; Nor fear'd, whilst he was on my side, Strangers for my commands attend,

The best defended walls to scale. Charm'd with respect, or aw'd by fear. 50 For God's design shall still succeed, 45 All to my summons tamely yield,

His word will bear the utmost test; Or soon in battle are dismay'd; He's a strong shield to all that need, For stronger holds they quit the field, And on his sure protection rest.

And still in strongest holds afraid. 31 Who then deserves to be ador'd, 46 Let the eternal Lord be prais'd,

But God, on whom my hopes depend? The rock on whose desence I rest! Or who, except the mighty Lord, To highest heavens his name be rais'd, Can with resistless power defend? Who me with his salvation blest! PART V.

47 'Tis God that still supports my rights $32, 33 'Tis God that girds my armour on, His just revenge my foes pursues;

And all my just designs fulfils; 'Tis he, that, with resistless might, Through him my feet can swiftly run, Fierce nations to my yoke subdues.

And nimbly climb the steepest hills. 48 My universal safeguard he! 84 Lessons of war from him I take, From whom my lasting honours flow;

And manly weapons learn to wield; He made me great, and set me free trong bows of steel with ease I break, From my remorseless bloody foe.

Forc'd by my stronger arms to yield. 49 Therefore, to celebrate his fame, 65 The buckler of his saving health My grateful voice to heaven I'll raise

Protects me from assaulting foes; And nations, strangers to his name, His hand sustains me still; my wealth Shall thus be taught to sing his praise

And greatness from his bounty flows. 50. God to his king deliv'rance sends; 06 My goings he enlarged abroad, * Shows his anointed signal grace;

Till then to narrow paths confined; His mercy evermore extends And, when in slipp'ry ways I trod, "To David and his promised race.' The method of my steps design'd.

PSALM XIX. 57 Through him I pum'rous hosts defeat, And flying squadrons captive take;


VIE heavens declare thy glory, Lord, Nor from my fierce pursuit retreat,

Which that alone can fill; Till I a final conquest make.

The firmament and stars express 38 Cover'd with wounds, in vain they try Their great Creator's skill.

Their vanquish'd heads again to rear; 2 The dawn of each returning day Spite of their boasted strength, they lie Fresh beams of knowledge brings;

Beneath my feet, and grovel there. And from the dark returns of night
39 God, when fresh armies take the field, Divine instruction springs.
Recruits my strength, my courage 3 Their pow'rful language to no realm

Or region is confin'd;
He makes my strong opposers yield, 'Tis nature's voice, and understood
Subdu'd by my prevailing arms.

Alike by all mankind. 40 Through him the necks of prostrate 4 Their doctrine does its sacred sensefoes

Through earth's extent display; My conq’ring feet in triumph press; Whose bright contents the circling sun Aided by him, I root out those

Does round the world convey. Who hate and envy my success. 5 No bridegroom on his nuptial day 41 With loud complaints all friends they Has such a cheerful face; try'd;

No giant does like him rejoice But none was able to defend;

To run his glorious race. At length to God for help they cry'd; 6 From east to west, from west to east,

But God would no assistance lend. His restless course he goes ;

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