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Y the Bishops, the Clergy, and the Laity of the Protestant Episcopal Church this 13th the year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and eighty-nine
This Translation of the Whole Book of Psalms into Metre, with Hymns, is set forth, and allowed to be sung in all Congregations of the said Church, before and after Morning and Evening Prayer, and also before and after Sermons, at the discretion of the Minister.
And it shall be the duty of every Minister of any Church, either by standing directions, or from time to time, to appoint the Portions of Psalms which are to be sung.
And further, it shall be the duty of every Minister, with such assistance as he can obtain from persons skilled in music, to give order concerning the Tunes to be sung, at any time, in his Church: And, especially, it shall be his duty to suppress all light and unseemly music, and all indecency and irreverence in the performance; by which vain and ungodly persons profane the service of the Sanctuary.
PSALMS OF DAVID, IN METRE.
TOW blest is he, who ne'er consents By ill advice to walk,
Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
2 But makes the perfect law of God
3 Like some fair tree, which fed by streams,
With timely fruit does bend,
4 Ungodly men, and their attempts,
5 Their guilt shall strike the wicked dumb
Before their Judge's face: No formal hypocrite shall then Among the saints have place. For God approves the just man's ways; To happiness they tend: But sinners, and the paths they tread,
Shall both in ruin end.
WITH restless and ungovern'd rage, Why in such rash attempts engage, As they can ne'er perform? 2 The great in council and in might Their various forces bring; Against the Lord they all unite,
And his anointed King.
3 Must we submit to their commands?" Presumptuously they say:
No, let us break their slavish bands, And cast their chains away.' 4 But God, who sits enthron'd on high, And sees how they combine, Does their conspiring strength defy, And mocks their vain design. 5 Thick clouds of wrath divine break
On his rebellious foes; And thus will he in thunder speak To all that dare oppose: 6 Though madly you dispute my will, The King that I ordain, 'Whose throne is fix'd on Sion's hill, Shall there securely reign.' 7 Attend, O earth, whilst I declare God's uncontroll'd decree :"
Thou art my Son; this day, my heir, "Have I begotten thee.
8Ask, and receive thy full demands; 'Thine shall the heathen be; "The utmost limits of the lands 'Shall be possess'd by thee.
9 Thy threat'ning sceptre thou shalt shake,
'And crush them every where; 'As massy bars of iron break 'The potter's brittle ware.' 10 Learn then, ye princes; and give ens, Ye judges of the earth;
11 Worship the Lord with holy fear; Rejoice with awful mirth.
12 Appease the Son with due respect, Your timely homage pay; Lest he revenge the bold neglect, Incens'd by your delay. 13 If but in part his anger rise, Who can endure the flame?
Then blest are they, whose hope relies
[OW many, Lord, of late are grown
H The troublers of my peace!
So does their rage increase. 2 Insulting, they my soul upbraid, And him whom I adore; The God in whom he trusts,' say they, 'Shall rescue him no more.'
3 But thou, O Lord, art my defence;
LORD, thou art my righteous Judge. To my complaint Thou still redeem'st me from distress; Have mercy, Lord, and hear. 2 How long will ye, O sons of men, To blot my fame devise? How long your vain designs pursue, And spread malicious lies? 3 Consider that the righteous man Is God's peculiar choice; And when to him I make my pray`r, He always hears my voice. 4 Then stand in awe of his commands, Flee every thing that's ill, Commune in private with your hearts, And bend them to his will.
5 The place of other sacrifice
6 While worldly minds impatient grow
Shine brightly, Lord, on me.
8 Then down in peace I'll lay my head,
3 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind,
4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat,
2 To save me from my threat'ning foe, 12 And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare. Through thee the weak confound the strong,
And crush their haughty foes;
3 When heaven, thy beauteous work on
Employs my wond'ring sight;
The moon, that nightly rules the sky,
4 What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou
Lord, interpose thy power; Lest, like a savage lion, he
My helpless soul devour. 3, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er
Against his peace combine;
6 Arise, and let thime anger, Lord,
And their insulting rage:
The judgment to dispense,
7 So to thy throne, adoring crowds
To keep him in thy mind?
To them so wondrous kind?
5 Him next in pow'r thou didst create
6 Ordain'd, with dignity and state,
7 They jointly own his powerful sway;
8 The bird that wings its airy way; The fish that cuts the seas.
Oh! therefore, for their sake, resume
9 Let wicked arts and wicked men
12 If they persist, he whets his sword,
13 Ev'n now, with swift destruction
His pointed shafts are sent.
14 The plots are fruitless which my foe
16 On his own head his spite returns,
Which he design'd for me.
THOU, to whom all creatures bow
9 0 Thou, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art
How glorious is thy name!
To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
3 Thou mad'st my haughty foes to turn
4 Against insulting foes advanc'd,
6 Mistaken foes, your haughty threats
How glorious is thy name!
Against oppressing rage;
12 When he inquiry makes for blood,
16 Thus, by the just returns he makes,
Nor nation, from his just revenge,
18 His suffering saints, when most distress'd,
He ne'er forgets to aid;
Their expectations shall be crown'd,
The guilty heathen's doom. 20 Strike terror through the nations round,
Till, by consenting fear,
THY presence why withdraw'st thou,
Why hid'st thou now thy face, When dismal times of deep distress, Call for thy wonted grace? 2 The wicked, swell'd with lawless pride, Have made the poor their prey; O let them fall by those designs Which they for others lay. For straight they triumph, if success Their thriving crimes attend;
And sordid wretches, whom God hates,
4 To own a power above themselves,
6 They fondly think their prosp❜rous
Shall unmolested be;
They think their vain designs shall thrive,
From all misfortunes free.
7 Vain and deceitful is their speech,
By which the mischief of their heart
8 Near public roads they lie conceal'd, And all their art employ,
The innocent and poor at once
9 Not lions, couching in their dens,
More savage rage than they. 10 Sometimes they act the harmless man, And modest looks they wear; That so deceiv'd, the poor may less Their sudden onset fear.
11 For God, they think, no notice takes Of their unrighteous deeds; He never minds the suff'ring poor, Nor their oppression heeds. 12 But thou, O Lord, at length arise, Stretch forth thy mighty arm; And, by the greatness of thy power,
Defend the poor from harm. 13 No longer let the wicked vaunt, And, proudly boasting, say,
Tush, God regards not what we do; 'He never will repay.'
14 But sure thou seest, and all their
Impartially dost try;
The orphan, therefore, and the poor,
15 Defenceless let the wicked fall,
16 Assert thy just dominion, Lord,
17 Thou hear'st the humble supplicants