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18 Thou, in thy righteous judgment 7 The promise of his aiding grace
Shall reach its purpos'd end;
His servants from this faithless race
8 Then shall the wicked be perplex'd,
When those whom they despis'd and
Shall be advanc'd on high.
The fatherless and poor; That so the tyrants of the earth May persecute no more.
Why should I, like a tim❜rous bird,
2 Behold, the wicked bend their bow, And ready fix their dart,
HOW Must I for ever mourn?
[OW long wilt thou forget me, Lord?
Lurking in ambush to destroy
The men of upright heart.
How long wilt thou withdraw from me,
3 When once the firm assurance fails, 2 How long shall anxious thoughts my
Which public faith imparts, 'Tis time for innocence to fly
From such deceitful arts.
One just and faithful friend.
2 One neighbour now can scarce believe
3 But lips that with deceit abound
The proud blaspheming tongue. 4 In vain those foolish boasters say,
And grief my heart oppress?
3 Oh! hear, and to my longing eyes
INCE godly men decay, O Lord,
For Pornou my causetched times afford S That God is fools must need suppose
"Our tongues are sure our own;
5 For God, who hears the suff'ring poor,
In spite of all their foes.
6 The word of God shall still abide,
4 Restore me, lest they proudly boast
5 Since I have always placed my trust
Thy saving health will come; and then
6 Then shall my song, with praise
To thee, my God, ascend,
Corrupt and lewd their practice grows;
No breast is warm'd with holy flame. 2 The Lord look'd down from Heaven's high tower,
And all the sons of men did view,
All were degen'rate grown and base;
Not one of all the sinful race.
Be all so dull and senseless grown,
And God's almighty power disown? 5 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. 6 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.
17 Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord,
Should loudly echo through the land.
8 I strive each action to approve
LORD, who's the happy man that may 9 Therefore my heart all grief defies,
To thy best courts
Not stranger-like, to visit them,
My glory rejoice;
2 'Tis he, whose every thought and deed
By malice whisper'd round.
5 Who to his plighted vows and trust
And though he promise to his loss,
10 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath,
11 Thou shalt the paths of life display,
To my just plea and sad complaint,
2 As in thy sight I am approv'd,
3 For thou hast search'd my heart by day,
4 I know what wicked men would do,
5 That I may still, in spite of wrongs,
O guide me in thy righteous ways,
7 The wonders of thy truth and love
Thou, whose right hand preserves thy
From their oppressor's rage.
8, 9 O! keep me in thy tend'rest care;
10 O'ergrown with luxury, enclos'd
11 Well may
ay boast, for they have
And with a proud blaspheming mouth, 19 He left the beauteous realms of light,
With most amazing swiftness flew.
With thickest shades his face to veil; But at his brightness soon retir'd,
And fell in showers of fire and hail. 13 Through heaven's wide arch a thund'ring peal
My paths encompass'd round;
When greedy of his prey;
13 Arise, O Lord, defeat their plots,
From wicked men, who are thy sword,
14 From wordly men, thy sharpest
Whose portion's here below;
15 Their race is num'rous, that partake Their substance while they live;
God's angry voice did loudly roar;
And quickly finish'd their defeat.
16 The Lord did on my side engage;
And snatch'd me from the furious rage Of threat'ning waves, that proudly swell'd.
17 God his resistless power employ'd
My strongest foes' attempts to break; Who else with ease had soon destroy'd
The weak defence that I could make. 18 Their subtle rage had near prevail'd,
When I distress'd and friendless lay; But still, when other succours fail'd,
God was my firm support and stay.
He brought me forth and set me free;
God does his gracious help extend;
Therefore the Lord is still my friend.
Nor loosely wander'd from my God. 23, 24 But still my soul, sincere and pure,
Did even from darling sins refrain;
Because my heart and hands are clean.
25, 26 Thou suit'st, O Lord, thy righte
To various paths of hunan-kind;
They who for mercy merit praise,
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 43 Our factious tribes, at strife till now,
And foreign nations own my sway.
In me the Lord an instance gave, Whose darkness he has turn'd to light. 29 On his firm succour I rely'd,
And did o'er mum'rous foes prevail; Nor fear'd, whilst he was on my side,
The best defended walls to scale. 30 For God's design shall still succeed,
His word will bear the utmost test;
But God, on whom my hopes depend? Or who, except the mighty Lord,
Can with resistless power defend? PART V.
62, 33 'Tis God that girds my armour on, And all my just designs fulfils; Through him my feet can swiftly run,
And nimbly climb the steepest hills. 64 Lessons of war from him I take,
And manly weapons learn to wield; Strong bows of steel with ease I break, Forc'd by my stronger arms to yield. 65 The buckler of his saving health
Protects me from assaulting foes; His hand sustains me still; my wealth And greatness from his bounty flows. 66 My goings he enlarged abroad,
Till then to narrow paths confined; And, when in slipp'ry ways I trod,
The method of my steps design'd. 67 Through him I num'rous hosts defeat, And flying squadrons captive take; Nor from my fierce pursuit retreat,
Till I a final conquest make. 33 Cover'd with wounds, in vain they try Their vanquish'd heads again to rear; Spite of their boasted strength, they lie
Beneath my feet, and grovel there. 39 God, when fresh armies take the field, Recruits my strength, my courage
142 Like flying dust, which winds pursue,
Their broken troops I scatter'd round; Their slaughter'd bodies forth I threw, Like loathsome dirt, that clogs the ground.
But none was able to defend; At length to God for help they cry'd; Bat God would no assistance lend.
Charm'd with respect, or aw'd by fear. 45 All to my summons tamely yield,
Or soon in battle are dismay'd; For stronger holds they quit the field, And still in strongest holds afraid. 46 Let the eternal Lord be prais'd,
The rock on whose defence I rest! To highest heavens his name be rais'd, Who me with his salvation blest! 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 heaven 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 his anointed signal grace; His mercy evermore extends 'To David and his promised race.' PSALM XIX.
THE heavens declare thy glory, Lord,
3 Their pow'rful language to no realm Or region is confin'd;
Tis nature's voice, and understood
4 Their doctrine does its sacred sense-
6 From east to west, from west to east, His restless course he goes
And, through his progress, cheerful light 18 But from their steeds and chariots And vital warmth bestows.
7 God's perfect law converts the soul;
8 The statutes of the Lord are just,
12 But what frail man observes how oft He does from virtue fall?
O cleanse me from my secret faults,
My strength and Saviour, rest.
THE Lord to thy request attend,
And hear thee
The name of Jacob's God defend,
5 To thy salvation, Lord, for aid
With banners in thy name display'd;
And to his prayer attend.
7 Some trust in steeds for war design'd; On chariots some rely; Against them all we'll call to mind
The power of God most high.
Behold them through the plain, Disorder'd, broke, and trampled down, Whilst firm our troops remain. 9 Still save us, Lord, and still proceed Our rightful cause to bless; Hear, King of heaven, in times of need, The prayers that we address. PSALM XXI.