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25 Whom then in heaven, but thee alone, 15. 'Thou clav'st the solid rock, and mad'st Have I, whose favour I require?
The waters largely flow; Throughout the spacious earth there's none Again, thou mad'st through parted streams That I besides thee can desire.
Thy wand'ring people go. 26 My trembling flesh, and aching heart, 16 Thine is the cheerful day, and thine May often fail to succour me;
The black return of night;
And every feebler light.
In perfect order stand; If after other gods they rove,
The summer's warmth, and winter's cold Thy vengeance shall destroy them all. Attend on thy command. 28 But as for me, 'tis good and just
18 Remember, Lord, how scornful foes And will his wondrous works declare. Have daily urg'd our shame;
And how the foolish people have
Blasphem'd thy holy name.
19 O! free thy mourning turtle-dove, Wilt thou no more return?
By sinful crowds beset; O! why against thy chosen flock
Nor the assembly of thy poor Does thy fierce anger barn?
For evermore forget. 2 Think on thy ancient purchase, Lord, 20 Thy ancient cov'nant, Lord, regard, The land that is thy own,
And make thy promise good; By thee redeem'd; and Sion's mount, For now each corner of the land 'Where once thy glory shone.
Is filld with men of blood. 3 O! come and view our ruin'd state; 21 0! let not the oppress'd return How long our troubles last;
With sorrow cloth'd, and shame; See how the foe, with wicked rage,
But let the helpless and the poor Has laid thy temple waste.
For ever praise thy name. 4 Thy foes blaspheme thy name: where late 22 Arise, O God, in our behalf; Thy zealous servants pray'd,
Thy cause and ours maintain; The heathen there, with haughty pomp,
Remember how insulting fools Their banners have display'd.
Each day thy name profane.
For evermore to cease;
Will more and more increase. 7 Thy holy temple they have burn'd;
To thee, with thanks repair; 8 Thy worship wholly to destroy
For, that thy name to us is nigh, Maliciously they aim'd;
Thy wondrous works declare. And all the sacred places burn'd,
2 In Israel when my throne is fix'd, Where we thy praise proclaim'd.
With me shall justice reign: 9 Yet of thy presence thou vouchsaf'st 3 The land with discord shakes; but I No tender signs to send;
The sinking frame sustain.
Their errors to redress;
And warn’d bold sinners, that they should 10 But, Lord, how long wilt thou permit Their swelling pride suppress. Th’insulting foe to boast ?
5 Bear not yourselves so high, as if Shall all the honour of thy name
No power could yours restrain ; For evermore be lost?
Submit your stubborn necks, and learn 11 Why hold'st thou back thy strong right To speak with less disdain: hand,
6 For that promotion, which to gain And on thy patient breast,
Your vain ambition strives,
From southern climes arrives. 12 Thou heretofore, with kingly power, 7 For God the great disposer is, In our defence hast fought;
And sov'reign Judge alone,
The humble to a throne.
With purple wine 'tis crown'd; Thou break'st the watry monsters' heads ; The deadly mixture which his wrath The waves o'erwhelm'd their pride.
Deals out to nations round. 14 The greatest, fiercest of them all, Of this his saints sometimes may taste; That seem'd the deep to sway,
But wicked men shall squeeze Was by thy power destroy'd, and made The bitter dregs, and be condem'd To sayage beasts a prey.
To drink the very lees.
9 His prophet, I, to all the world
Then search, consult, and ask my heart, This message will relate;
Where's now that wondrous aid? The justice then of Jacob's God
7 Has God for ever cast us off? Mv song shall celebrate.
Withdrawn his favours quite? 10 The wicked's pride I will reduce, 8 Are both his mercy and his truth Their cruelty disarm;
Retir'd to endless night? Exalt the just, and seat him high
9 Can his long practis'd love forget Above the reach of harm.
Its wonted aids to bring ?
Has he in wrath shut up and seald
His mercy's healing spring?
10 I said, my weakness hints these fears ;
But I'll my fears disband; His name in Jacob does excel :
I'll yet remember the Most High, 2 His sanctu’ry in Salem stands;
years of his right hand. The Majesty that heaven commands, 11 I'll call to mind his works of old, In Sion condescends to dwell.
The wonders of his might; 3 He brake the bow and arrows there, 12 On them my heart shall meditate, The shield, and temper'd sword, and spear; My tongue shall them recite.
There slain the mighty army lay : 13 Safe lodg’d from human search on high, 4 Whence Sion's fame through earth is spread, O God, thy counsels are ! Of greater glory, greater dread,
Who is so great a God as ours?
15 Long since hast thou thy chosen seed But wak'd no more, their stoutest band With strong deliv’rance crown'd. Ne'er lifted one resisting hand
16 When thee, O God, the waters saw, 'Gainst his, that did their legions slay. The frighted billows shrunk; 6 When Jacob's God began to frown, The troubled depths themselves for fear Both horse and charioteers, o'erthrown, Beneath their channels sunk. Together slept in endless night:
17 The clouds pour'd down, while rending 7 When thou, whom earth and heav’n revere,
skies Dost once with wrathful look appear,
Did with their noise conspire? What mortal power can stand thy sight? Thy arrows all abroad were sent, 8 Pronounc'd from heaven, earth heard its Wing'd with avenging fire. doom,
18 Heav’n with thy thunder's voice was torn, Grew hush'd with fear, when thou didst Whilst all the lower world
With lightnings blaz'd, earth shook, and 9 The meek with justice to restore:
seem'd 10 The wrath of man shall yield thee praise; From her foundations hụrld. Its last attempts but serve to raise
19 Through rolling streams thou findst the The triumphs of Almighty power:
Thy wond'rous passage, where no sight
Safe through the desert land,
And Aaron's sacred hand.
(EAR, O my people, to my law
Deep in your hearts descend.
2 My tongue, by inspiration taught; My soul indulg d her grief.
Shall parables unfold, 3 I thought on God, and favours past; Dark oracles, but understood, But that increas'd my pain :
And own'd for truths of old : I found my spirit more oppress’d,
3 W bich we tiom sacred registers The more I did complain.
Of ancient times have known, 4 Through every watch of tedious night And our forefathers' pious care Thou keep'st my eyes awake:
To us bas handed down. My grief is swelld to that excess,
4 We will not hide them from our sons I sigh, but cannot speak.
Our offspring shall be taught 5 I call'd to mind the days of old,
T'he praises of the Lord, whose strength With signal mercy crown'd;
Has works of wonder wrought. Those famous years of ancient times, 5 For Jacob he this law ordain's, For miracles renown'd.
This league with Israel made; 6 By night I recollect my songs,
With charge to be from age to age, On former triumpbs made;
From race to race, convey'do
To my help
6 That generations yet to come
1 Though from the stores of heaven they did Should to their unborn heirs
Sustaining corn receive. Religiously transmit the same,
25 Thus man with angels' sacred food, And they again to theirs.
Ungrateful man was fed; To teach them that in God alone
Not sparingly, for still they found T'heir hope securely stands;
A plenteous table spread. That they should ne'er his works forget, 26 From heaven he made an east wind blow, But keep his just commands.
Then did the south command 8 Lest, like their fathers they might prove 27 To rain down flesh like dust, and fowls A stiff rebellious race,
Like sea's unnumber'd sand. False-hearted, fickle to their God,
28 Within their trenehes he let fall Unsteadfast in his grace.
The luscious easy prey; 9 Such were revolting Ephraim's sons, And all around their spreading camp Who though to warfare bred,
The ready booty lay: And skilful archers, arm’d with bows, 29 They fed, were fill'd; he gave them leave From field ignobly fled.
Their appetites to feast; 10, 11 They falsified their league with God, 30, 31 Yet still their wanton lust crav'd on, His orders disobey'd,
Nor with their hunger ceas'd. Forgot his works and miracles
But whilst in their luxurious mouths, Before their eyes display'd.
They did their dainties chew, 12 Nor wonders, which their fathers saw, The wrath of God smote down their chiefs Did they in mind retain,
And Israel's chosen slew. Prodigious things in Egypt done,
PART II. And Zoan's fertile plain.
32 Yet still they sinn'd, nor would afford 13 He cut the seas to let them pass,
His miracles belief: Restrain'd the pressing flood;
33 Therefore through fruitless travels he While pil'd on heaps, on either side
Consum'd their lives in grief. The solid waters stood.
34 When some were slain, the rest return'd 14 A wondrous pillar led them on,
To God with early cry ; Compos'd of sbade and light ;
35 Own’d him the
Řook of their defence, A shelt'ring cloud it provid by day,
Their Saviour, God most high. A leading fire by night.
56 But this was feign'd submission all; 15 When drought oppress’d them, where no Their heart their tongue bely’d; stream
37 Their heart was still perverse, nor would The wilderness supply'd,
Firm in his league abide. He cleft the rock, whose flinty breast
38 Yet, full of mercy, he forgave, Dissolv'd into a tide.
Nor did with death chastise;
Or would not let it rise.
That could not long remain;
And ne'er returns again. In that same desert where he did
40 How oft did they provoke him there, Their fainting souls supply.
How oft his patience grieve,
Their fainting souls relieve!
And wickedly repin'd,
By their desires confin'd. * A table in the wilderness,
42 Nor call’d to mind the hand and day “Set out with various fare?
That their redemption brought; 20 “ He smote the flinty rock, 'tis true, 43 His signs in Egypt, wondrous works “ And gushing streams ensu’d;
In Zoan's valley wrought. “ But can he corn and flesh provide
44 He turn'd their rivers into blood, " For such a multitude ?”
That man and beast forbore, 21 The Lord with indignation heard: And rather chose to die of thirst, From heaven avenging flame
Than drink the putrid gore. On Jacob fell, consuming wrath
45 He sent devouring swarms of flies ; On thankless Israel came;
Hoarse trogs annoy'd their soil ; 22 Because their unbelieving hearts 46 Locusts and caterpillars reap'd In God would not confide,
The harvest of their toil. Nor trust his care, who had from heav'n 47 Their vines with batt'ring hail were broke; Their wants so oft supply'd;
With frost the fig-tree dies; 23 Though he had made his clouds discharge 48 Lightning and hail make flocks and herds Provisions down in show'rs;
One gen'ral sacrifice.
No time for it to cease;
Their torments to increase.
50 He clear'd a passage for his wrath And from the sheepfolds him advanc'd
To sit on Judah's throne.
He brought him forth to feed 51 The deadly pest from beast to man, His own inheritance, the tribes From field to city, came;
Of Israel's chosen seed.
A faithful shepherd still ;
And guided them with skill.
Have thy possession seiz'd!
Thy holy city raz’d! 54 Nor ceas'd his care, till them be brought 12 The mangled bodies of thy saints Safe to his promis'd land;
Abroad unbury'd lay; And to his holy mount, the prize
Their fresh expos’d to savage beasts, Of his victorious hand.
And rav'nous birds of prey. 55 To them the outcast heathen's land 2 Quite through Jerus'lem was their blood He did by lot divide;
Like common water shed ; And in their foes' abandon'd tents
And none were left alive to pay Made Israel's tribes reside.
Last duties to the dead.
4 The neighb'ring lands our small remains PART III.
With loud reproaches wound; 56 Yet still they tempted, still provok'd And we a laughing-stock are made The wrath of God most high;
To all the nations round.
Must we for ever mourp?
Like fire, for ever burn? They turn'd aside, like arrows shot
6 On foreign lands, that know not thee, From some deceitful bow.
Thy heavy vengeance show'r; 58 For him to fury they provok'd
Those sinful kingdoms let it crush, With altars set on high ;
That have not own'd thy power. And with their graven images
7. For their devouring jaws have prey'd Inflam'd his jealousy:
On Jacob's chosen race; 59 When God heard this, on Israel's tribes And to a barren desert turn'd His wrath and hatred fell;
Their fruitful dwelling-place. 60 He quitted Shiloh, and the tents
8 O think not on our former sins, Where once he chose to dwell.
But speedily prevent 81 To vile captivity his ark,
The utter ruin of thy saints, His glory to disdain,
Almost with sorrow spent. 62 His people to the sword he gave, 9 Thou God of our salvation, help, Nor would his wrath restrain.
Apd free our souls from blame; 03 Destructive war their ablest youth So shall our pardon and defence Untimely did confound;
Exalt thy glorious name. No virgin was to th' altar led,
10 Let infidels, that scoffing say, With nuptial garlands crown'd.
“ Where is the God they boast ?" 64 In fight the sacrificer fell,
In vengeance for thy slaughter'd saints, The priest a victim bled;
Perceive thee to their cost. And widows, who their death should mourn, 11 Lord, hear the sighing pris'ner's moans, Themselves of grief were dead.
Thy saving power extend; 65 Then, as a giant rous'd from sleep, Preserve the wretches doom'd to die, Whom wine had throughly warm’d,
From that untimely end. Shouts out aloud, the Lord awak'd,
12 On them who us oppress let all And his proud foe alarm'd.
Our suff'rings be repaid;
Than what on us they laid.
Shall ever praise thy name; 67 With conquest crown'd, he Joseph's tents And with glad hearts our grateful thanks. And Ephraim's tribe forsook ;
From age to age proclaim. 68 But Judah chose, and Sion's mount
PSALM LXXX. For his lov'd dwelling took. 69 His temple he erected there,
's Shepherd, Joseph's guide, With spires exalted high ;
Our prayers to thee vouchsafe to hear; While deep, and fix'd, as those of earth, Thou that dost on the Cherubs ride, The strong foundations lie.
Again in solemn state appear. 70 His faithful servant David too
2 Behold how Benjamin expects, He for his choice did own,
With Ephraim and Manasseh join'd,
In our deliv'rance the effects
With loud applauses sing;
And jointly make a cheerful noise Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away. To Jacob's awful King. 4 O thou, whom heavenly hosts obey, 2 Compose a hymn of praise, and touch
How long shall thy fierce anger burn? Your instruments of joy ;
Let psalteries and pleasant harps
Their joyful voices raise,
With streams of tears that largely flow. The solemn day of praise. 6 For us the heathen nations round, 4 For this a statute was of old, As for a common prey, contest;
Which Jacob's God decreed; Our foes with spitetul joys abound,
To be with pious care observ'd And at our lost condition jest.
By Israel's chosen seed. 7 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou 5 This he for a memorial fix'd, The lustre of thy face display,
When, freed from Egypt's land, And all the ills we suffer now,
Strange nations' barb'rous speech we heard, Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.
But could not understand.
6 Your burden'd shoulders I reliev'd, PART II.
(Thus seems our God to say)
Your servile hands by me were freed, 8 Thou brought'st a vine from Egypt's land; From lab’ring in the clay.
And, casting out the heathen race, 17 Your ancestors, with wrongs oppress’d, Didst plant it with thine own right hand, Tome for aid did call; And firmly fix it in their place.
With pity I their suff'rings saw, 9 Before it thou prepar’dst the way,
And set them free from all.
They sought for me, and from the cloud
At Meribah's contentious stream
PART II. Its branches to the sea were spread,
And reach'd to proud Euphrates' stream. 8 While I my solemn will declare, 12 Why then hast thou its hedge o'erthrown, My chosen people, hear :
Which thou hast made so firm and strong? If thou, O Israel, to my words Whilst all its grapes, defenceless grown, Wilt lend thy list'ning ear ;
Are pluck'd by those that pass along. 9 Then shall no God besides myself 13 See how the bristling forest-boar
Within thy coasts be found; With dreadful fury lays it waste;
Nor shalt thou worship any God
Of all the nations round.
Brought forth from Egypt's land;
'Tis I that all thy just desires
Supply with lib'ral hand. 14 To thee, O God of hosts, we pray ; 11 But they, my chosen race, refus':
Thy wonted goodness, Lord, renew; To hearken to my voice; From heaven, thy throne, this vine survey, Nor would rebellious Israel's sons And her sad state with pity view.
Make me their happy choice.
Which thy right hand did guard so long; To every lust a prey;
Which for thyself thou mad'st so strong. Permitted them to stray.
And all its spreading boughs cut down; My just commandments heed ! At thy rebuke they soon decay,
And Israel in my righteous ways And perish at thy dreadful frown.
With pious care proceed ! 17 Crown thou the King with good success, 14 Then should my heavy judgments fall By thy right hand secur'd from wrong;
On all that them oppose, The Son of Man in mercy bless,
And my avenging hand be turn'd Whom for thyself thou mad'st so strong. Against their num'rous foes. 18 So shall we still continue free
15 Their enemies and mine should all From whatsoe'er deserves thy blame; Before my foot-stool bend; And, if once more reviv'd by thee,
But as for them, their happy state Will always praise thy holy name.
Should never know an end. 19 Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou 16 All parts with plenty should abound; The lustre of thy face display ;
With finest wheat their field: And all the ills we suffer now,
The barren rocks, to please their taste,, Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away. Should richest honey yield.