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WHO Mishonleil, fear, since God to me
And, for thy wondrous goodness' sake, 4 I never for companions took
The idle or profane; 8 His mercy, and his truth,
No hypocrite, with all his arts, The righteous Lord displays,
Could e'er my friendship gain. In bringing wand'ring sinners home, 5 I hate the busy plotting crew, And teaching thein bis ways.
Who make distracted times; 9 He those in justice guides,
And shun their wicked company, Wbo his direction seek;
As I avoid their crimes. And in his sacred paths shall lead
(6 I'll wash my hands in innocence, The humble and the meek.
And bring a heart so pure, 10 Through all the ways of God
That when thy altar I approach, Both truth and mercy shine,
My welcome shall secure. To such as, with religious hearts,
7, 8 My thanks I'll publish there, and tell To his blest will incline.
How thy renown excels;
That seat affords me most delight, 11 Since merey is the grace,
In which thy honour dwells. That most exalts thy fame,
9 Pass not on me the sinner's doom, Forgive my heinous sin, O Lord,
Who murder make their trade; And so advance thy name.
10 Who others' rights, by secret bribes, 12 Whoe'er, with humble fear,
Or open force, invade. To God his duty pays,
11 But I will walk in paths of truth, Shall find the Lord a faithful guide,
And innocence pursue; In all his righteous ways.
Protect me, therefore, and to me 13 His quiet soul with peace
Thy mercies, Lord, renew. Shall be for ever bless'd;
12 In spite of all assaulting foes, And by his num’rous race the land
I still maintain my ground; Successively possess'd.
And shall survive among thy saints, 14 For God to all his saints
Thy praises to resound. His secret will imparts,
PSALM XXVII. And does his gracious cov'nant write
In their obedient hearts. 15 To bim I lift my eyes,
saving health ? And wait his timely aid,
Since strongly he my life supports, Who breaks the strong and treach'rous snare, What can my soul affright? Which for my feet was laid.
2 With fierce intent my flesh to tear, 16 O! turn, and all my griefs,
When foes beset me round, In mercy, Lord, redress ;
They stumbled, and their baughty crests For I am compass'd round with woes,
Were made to strike the ground. And plung'd in deep distress.
3 Through him my heart, undaunted, dares 17 The sorrows of my heart
With mighty, hosts to cope;. To mighty sums increase ;
Through him, in doubtful straits of war, O! from this dark and dismal state
For good success I hope. My troubled soul release!
4 Henceforth, within his house to dwell 18 Do thou, with tender eyes,
I earnestly desire; My sad affliction sce;
His wondrous beauty there to view, Acquit me, Lord, and from my guilt
And of his will inquire. Entirely set me free.
5 For there I may with comfort rest, 19 Consider, Lord, my foes,
In times of deep distress ; How vast their numbers grow !
And safe, as on a rock, abide What lawless force and rage they use,
In that secure recess : What boundless hate they show !
6 Whilst God o'er all my haughty foes 20 Protect, and set my soul
My lofty head shall raise; From their fierce malice free;
And I my joyful tribute bring, Nor let me be asham'd, who place
With grateful songs
praise. My steadfast trust in thee.
PART II. 21 Let all my righteous acts To full perfection rise;
17 Continue, Lord, to hear my voice, Because my firm and constant hope
Whene'er to thee I cry ; On thee alone relies.
In mercy my complaints receive, 22 To Israel's chosen race
Nor my request deny. Continue ever kind;
8 When us to seek thy glorious face And, in the midst of all their wants,
Thou kindly dost advise ; Let them thy succour find.
“ Thy glorious face I'll always seek,” PSALM XXVI.
My grateful heart replies. UDGE me, O Lord, for I the paths 9 Then hide not thou thy face, O Lord, Of righteousness have trod;
Nor me in wrath reject; I cannot fail, who all my trust
My God and Saviour, leave not him Repose on thee, my God.
Thou didst so oft protect. 2, 3 Search thou my heart, whose innocence 10 Though all my friends, and kindred too, Will shine the more 'tis try'd;
Their helpless charge forsake, For 1 have kept thy grace in view,
Yet thou, whose love excels them alli And made thy truth my guide.
Wilt care and pity take:
11 Instruct me ip thy paths, O Lord, 4, 5 How full of power his voice appears! My ways directly guide;
With what majestic terror crown'd! Lest envious men, who watch my steps, Which from their roots tall cedars tears, Should see me tread aside.
And strews their scatter'd branches round. 12 Lord, disappoint my cruel foes ;
6 They, and the bills on which they grow, Defeat their ill desire,
Are sometimes hurry'd far away, Whose lying lips, and bloody hands, And leap, like hinds that bounding go, Against my peace conspire.
Or unicorns in youthful play. 13 I trusted that my future life
7, 8 When God in thunder loudly speaks, Should with thy love be crown'd;
And scatter'd fames of lightning sends, Or else my fainting soul had sunk,
The forest nods, the desert quakes, With sorrow compass'd round.
And stubborn Kadesh lowly bends. 14 God's time with patient faith expect,
9 He makes the hinds to cast their young, Who will inspire thy breast
And lays the beasts' dark coverts bare; With inward strength: do thou thy part, While those that to his courts belong, And leave to him the rest.
Securely sing his praises there.
10, 11 Gód rules the angry floods on high ; PSALM XXVIII.
His boundless sway shall never cease; Lord, my rock, to thee I cry, His saints with strength he will supply, In sighs consume my breath;
And bless his own with constant peace. O! answer, or I shall become
PSALM XXX. Like those that sleep in death. 2 Regard my supplication, Lord,
(’LL celebrate thy praises, Lord, The cries that I repeat,
Who didst thy power employ With weeping eyes, and lifted hands, To raise my drooping head, and check Before thy mercy-seat.
My foes' insulting joy, 3 Let me escape the sinner's doom,
2, 3 In my distress I cry'd to thee, Who make a trade of ill,
Who kindly didst relieve, And ever speak the person fair,
And from the grave's expecting jaws Whose blood they mean to spill.
My hopeless life retrieve. 4 According to their crimes' extent, 4 Thus to his courts, ye saints of his, Let justice have its course;
With songs of praise repair; Relentless be to them, as they
With me commemorate his truth, Have sinn'd without remorse.
And providential care. 5 Since they the works of God despise, 5 His wrath has but a moment's reign, Nor will his grace adore ;
His favour no decay; His wrath shall utterly destroy,
Your night of grief is recompens'd And build them up no more.
With joy’s returning day. 6 But I, with due acknowledgment, 6 But I, in prosp'rous days presum’d; His praises will resound,
No sudden change I feard; From whom the cries of
Whilst, in my sunshine of success, A gracious answer found.
No low'ring cloud appear’d. 7 My heart its confidence repos'd
17 But soon I found thy favour, Lord, In God, my strength and shield;
My empire's only trust; In him I trusted, and return'd
For when thou hidst thy face, I saw Triumphant from the field.
My honour laid in dust. As he hath made my joys complete,
8 Then, as 1 vainly had presum’d, 'Tis just that I should raise
My error I confess’d; The cheerful tribute of my thanks,
And thus with supplicating voice, And thus resound his praise :
Thy mercy's throne address'd: 8 “ His aiding power supports the troops,
9 “ What profit is there in my blood, “ That my just cause maintain :
“Congeaľd by death's cold night? « 'Twas he advanc'd me to the throne; “ Can silent ashes speak thy praise, “ 'Tis he secures my reign."
“ Thy wondrous truth recite? 9 Preserve thy chosen, and proceed 10 “ Hear me, O Lord, in mercy hear; Thine heritage to bless;
“ Thy wonted aid extend ; With plenty prosper them, in peace;
“ Do thou send help, on whom alone In battle, with success.
“ I can for help depend.” PSALM XXIX.
11 'Tis done! thou hast my mournful scene
To songs and dances turn'd;
Invested me with robes of state,
Who late in sackcloth mourn’d.
12 Exalted thus, I'll gladly sing His wondrous power to all declare.
Thy praise in grateful verse; 2 To his great name fresh altars raise; And, as thy favour's endless are, Devoutly due respect afford ;
Thy endless praise rehearse, Him in bis holy temple praise,
PSALM XXXI. Where he's with solemn state ador'd. 3 'Tis he that, with amazing noise,
EFEND me, Lord, from shame, The wat’ry clouds in sunder breaks ;
For still I trust in thee : The ocean trembles at his voice,
As just and righteous is thy name, When he from heaven in thunder speaks, From danger set me free.
2 Bow down thy gracious ear,
19 How great thy mercies are And speedy succour send;
To such as fear thy name, Do thou my steadfast rock appcar,
Which thou for those that trust thy care, To shelter and defend.
Dost to the world proclaim! 3 Since thou, when foes oppress,
20 Thou keep'st them in thy sight, My rock and fortress art,
From proud oppressors free ;
They are preserv'd by thee. 4 Release me from the spare,
21 With glory and renown Which they have closely laid;
God's name be ever bless'd; Since I, O God, my strength, repair
Whose love, in Keilah's well-fenc'd town, To thee alone for aid.
Was wondrously express d! 5 To thee, the God of truth,
22 I said, in hasty flight, My life, and all that's mine,
“ I'm banish'd from thine eyes ;”. (For thou preserv’dst me from my youth,) Yet still thou keep’st me in thy sight, I willingly resign.
And heard'st my earnest cries. 6 All vain designs I hate
23 0! all ye saints, the Lord Of those that trust in lies;
With eager love pursue; And still my soul, in every state,
Who to the just will help afford,
And give the proud their due.
24 Ye that on God rely,
Courageously proceed; 7 Those mercies thou hast show,
For he will still your hearts supply I'll cheerfully express;
With strength, in time of need. For thou hast seen my straits, and known
PSALM XXXII. My soul in deep distress. 8 When Keilah's treach'rous race
(E's blest whose sins have pardon gain'd, Did all my strength enclose,
No more in judgment to appear ; Thou gav’st my feet a larger space,
2 Whose guilt remission has obtain'd, To shun my watchful foes.
And whose repentance is sincere. 9 Thy mercy, Lord, display,
3 While I conceal'd the fretting sore, And hear my just complaint ;
My bones consum'd without relief; For both my soul and flesla decay,
All day did I with anguish roar; With grief and hunger faint.
But no complaints assuag'd my grief. 10 Sad thoughts my life oppress;
4 Heavy on me thy hand remain'd, My years are spent in groans ;
By day and night alike distress’d, My sins have made my strength dccrease, Till quite of vital moisture drain’d, And even consum'd my bones.
Like land with summer's drought oppress'd. 11 My foes my suff'rings mock'd ;
5 No sooner I my wound disclos'd, My neighbours did upbraid ;
The guilt that tortur'd me within,
And mercy's healing balm pour'd in. 12 Forsook by all am I,
6 True penitents shall thus succeed, As dead, and out of mind;
Who seek thee whilst thou may'st be found; And like a shatter'd vessel lie,
And, from the common deluge freed, Whose parts can ne'er be join'd.
Shall see remorseless sinners drown'd. 13 Yet sland'rous words they speak,
17 Thy favour, Lord, in all distress, And seem my power to dread;
My tower of refuge I must own; Whilst they together counsel take,
'Thou shalt my liaughty foes suppress, My guiltless blood to shed.
And me with songs of triumph crown. 14 But still my steadfast trust
8 In my instruction then confide, I on thy help repose:
Ye that would trutli's safe path descry;
And keep you in my watchful eye.
9 Submit yourselves to wisdom's rule,
Like men that reason have attain'd; 15 Whate'er events betide,
Not like th’ungovern'd horse and mule, Thy wisdom times them all ;
Whose fury must be curb’d and rein'd. Then, Lord, thy servant safely hide
10 Sorrows on sorrows multiply'd, From those that seek his fall.
The harden'd sinner shall confound; 16 The brightness of thy face
But them who in his truth confide, To me, Ö Lord, disclose;
Blessings of mercy shall surround. And, as thy mercios still increase,
11 His saints, that have perform'd his laws,. Preserve me from my foes.
Their life in triumph shall employ ; 17 Me from dishonour save,
Let them, as they alone have cause, Who still have call'd on thee;
In grateful raptures shout for joy. Let that, and silence in the grave,
PSALM XXXIII. The singer's portion be. 18 Do thou their tongues restrain,
ET all the just to God, with joy, Whose breath in lies is spent;
Their cheerful voices raise; Who false reports, with proud disdain, For well the righteous it becomes Against the rightcous vent.
To sing glad songs of praise.
2, 3 Let harps, and psalteries, and lutes, 6 “Behold,” say they, “Lehold the man, In joyful concert meet;
“ Whom providence reliev'd; And new-made songs of loud applause “ The man so dang’rously beset, The harmony complete.
“ So wondrously retriev'd!” 4, 5 For faithful is the word of God;
7 The hosts of God encamp around His works with truth abound;
The dwellings of the just ; He justice loves; and all the earth
Deliv'rance he affords to all Is with his goodness crown'd.
Who on his succour trust. 6 By his Almighty Word, at first,
8 0! make but trial of his love, The heav'nly arch was rear'd;
Experience will decide And all the beauteous hosts of light
How blest they are, and only they, At his command appear’d.
Who in his truth confide. 7 The swelling floods, together rol'd, 9 Fear him, ye saints; and you will then He makes in heaps to lie;
Have nothing else to fear: And lays, as in a store-house safe.
Make you his service your delight, The wat'ry treasures by.
Your wants shall be his care. 8, 9 Let earth, and all that dwell therein, 10 While hungry lions lack their prey, Before him trembling stand;
The Lord will food provide For, when he spake the word, 'twas made; For such as put their trust in him, "I was fix'd at his command.
And see their needs supply'd. 10 He, when the heathen closely plot,
11 Approach, ye piously dispos’d, The people’s rash designs.
And my instruction hear; 11 Whate'er the mighty Lord decrees I'll teach you the true discipline Shall stand for ever sure ;
Of his religious fear. The settled purpose of his heart
12 Let him who length of life desires, To ages shall endure.
And prosp'rous days would see,
13 From sland'ring language keep his tongue,
His lips from falsehood free; 12 How happy then are they, to whom 14 The crooked paths of vice decline, The Lord for God is known!
And virtue's ways pursue; Whom he, from all the world besides, Establish peace where 'tis begun; Has chosen for his own.
And where 'tis lost, renew. 13, 14, 15 He all the nations of the earth, 15 The Lord from heaven beholds the just From heaven, his throne, survey'd;
With favourable eyes ;
Is open to their cries ;
Whom mercy can't reclaim,
Blot out their hated name.
When his relief they crave;
And contrite spirit save.
Against the just conspire;
He keeps their bones entire. 22 The riches of thy mercy, Lord,
21 The wicked, from their wicked arts, Do thou to us extend;
Their ruin shall derive; Since we, for all we want or wish,
Whilst righteous men, whom they detest, On thee alone depend.
Shall them and theirs survive.
22 For God preserves the souls of those
Who on his truth depend; "HROUGH all the changing scenes of life, To them and their posterity,
His blessings shall descend.
O Lordmy right;
With such as war unjustly wage, And charm their griefs to rest.
Do thou my battles fight. 3 0! magnify the Lord with me,
2 Thy buckler take, and bind thy shield With me exalt his name:
Upon thy warlike arm; 4. When in distress to him I callid,
Stand up, O God, in my defence, He to my rescue came.
And keep me safe from harm. 5 Their drooping hearts were soon refresh'd, 3 Bring forth thy spear; and stop their course, Who look'd to him for aid;
That haste my blood to spill; Desir'd success in every face
Say to my soul, “I am thy health, A cheerful air display't.
And will preserve thee still."
Tin trouble and in joye
, als ehem, thight five with me,
Let them with shame be coverdo'er, Against the men of quiet minds,
To forge malicious lies.
21. Nor with these private arts content, Be to confusion brought.
Aloud they vent their spite; 5 Then shall they fly, dispers'd like chaff And say, " At last we found him out, Before the driving wind;
“He did it in our sight." God's vengeful minister of wrath
22 But thou, who dost both them and me Shall follow close behind.
With righteous eyes survey, 6 And when, through dark and slipp'ry ways, Assert my innocence, O Lord, They strive his rage to shun,
And keep not far away: His vengeful ministers of wrath
23 Stir up thyself in my behalf ; Shall goad them as they run.
To judgment, Lord, awake; 7 Since, unprovok'd by any wrong,
Thy righteous servant's cause, O God, They hid their treach'rous snare;
To thy decision take. And, for my harmless soul, a pit
24 Lord, as my heart has upright been, Did, without cause, prepare;
Let me thy justice find ; 8 Surpris’d by mischiefs unforeseen, Nor let my cruel foes obtain By their own arts betray'd,
The triumph they design'd. Their feet shall fall into the net,
25 O! let them not, amongst themselves, Which they for me had laid:
In boasting language say, 9 Wbilst my glad soul shall God's great name" At length our wishes are complete; For this delivérance bless,
“At last he's made our prey' And, by his saving health secur'd,
26 Let such as in my harm rejoic'd, Its grateful joy express.
For shame their faces hide; 10 My very bones shall say, “O Lord, And foul dishonour wait on those, “Who can compare with thee?
That proudly me defy'd: “ Who sett'st the poor and helpless man 27 Whilst they with cheerful voices shout, “From strong oppressors free.”
Who my just cause befriend ;
And bless the Lord, who loves to make 11 False witnesses, with forg'd complaints, Success his saints attend. Against my truth combin'd;
28 So shall my tongue thy judgments sing, And to my charge such things they laid, Inspir'd with grateful joy; As I had ne'er design’d.
And cheerful hymns, in praise of thee, 12 The good which I to them had done, Shall all my days employ. With evil they repaid;
PSALM XXXVI. And did, by malice undeserv'd,
My harmless life invade. 13 But as for me, when they were sieky
His wicked purpose would disguise ; I still in sackcloth mourn'd;
But reason whispers to my heart, I pray'd and fasted, and my prayer
He ne'er sets God before his eyes. To my own breast return'd.
2 He soothes himself, retir'd from sight; 14 Had they my friends or brethren been, Secure he thinks his treach'rous game; I could have done no more;
Till his dark plots, expos’d to light, Nor with more decent signs of grief
Their false contriver brand with shame. A mother's loss deplore.
3 In deeds he is my foe confess'd, 15 How diff'rent did their carriage prove, Whilst with his tongue he speaks me fair; In times of my distress!
True wisdom's banish'd from his breast, When they, in crowds, together met,
And vice has sole dominion there. Did savage joy express.
4. His wakeful malice spends the night The rabble too, in num’rous throngs,
In forging his aceurs’d designs ; By their example came;
His obstinate, ungen'rous spite, And ceas'd not, with reviling words,
No execrable means deelines. To wound my spotless fame.
5 But, Lord, thy merey, my sure hope, 16 Scoffers, that noble tables haunt,
Above the heavenly orb ascends ; And earn their bread with lies,
Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd scope Did gnash their teeth, and sland'ring jests Beyond the spreading sky extends. Maliciously devise.
6 Thy justice like the hills remains; 17 But, Lord, how long wilt thou look on? Untathom'd depths thy judgments are; On my behalf appear;
Thy providence the world sustains; And save my guiltless soul, which they, The whole création is thy care. Like rav’ning beasts would tear.
7 Since of thy goodness all partake, PART III.
With what' assurance should the just 18 So I, before the list’ning world,
Thy sheltring wings their refuge make, Shall grateful thanks express;
And saints to thy protection trust! And where the great assembly meets, 8 Such griests shall to thy courts be led, Thy name with praises bless.
To banquet on thy love's repast; 19 Lord, suffer not my causeless foes, And drink, as from a fountain's head, Whome unjustly hate,
Of joys that shall for ever last. With open joy, or secret signs,
9 With thee the springs of life remain ; To mock my sad estate.
Thy presence is eternal day: 20 For they, with hearts averse to peace, 10 O let thy saints thy favour gain; Industriously devise,
To upright hearts thy truth display.